Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
Posts: 198
Affiliation: Knights of Ren - The Magisterium
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Dec 30, 2022 18:51:56 GMT -8
Cinnagar Royal Palace - Dying Light The procession way from the Palace Chapel to the Palace itself was still lined with mourners dressed in black and their heads hung in prayer. Prince Elisjar was being laid to rest within the catacombs beneath the chapel alongside generations of Tetan royals before him. He would be amongst the youngest found beneath that grand Chapel.
Silas stood on the balcony looking from the Palace to the Chapel, his robes fluttering in the wind as he let a small smile cross his lips. Some of the best laid plans coming to fruition were always the most satisfying. It had taken a herculean effort to organise, but Silas had orchestrated one of his greatest plans to alter the course of Empress Teta. First he had gained the King and Queen's confidence by saving their son from a mysterious illness. Then he had introduced them to Princess Fiora, who had become admired by the young Prince and his Parents. actions which had been necessary for the second phase of the plan which was currently in progress.
The first steps of which had involved the elimination of Prince Elisjar. Many assumed his illness would be his downfall, but Silas had different plans. The boys sickness prevailing would not have looked good for him. Instead, Silas had orchestrated an assassination of the young boy. His death had sent shockwaves across the city. Fiora had visited Empress Teta and investigated the matter personally. She followed the evidence to a conspiracy consisting of Imperial hardliners that saw the Knights of Ren as evil and Tetan nobles that sought to install their own Royal Family. Discovering this conspiracy had further put Fiora into the graces of the King and Queen whom had thanked her for solving their son's murder.
A Son whom they had just laid to rest and were still mourning as they returned back to the Palace and came out onto the Balcony with Silas. His smile quickly disappearing and turning to a look of grief and sympathy. He still had work to do and would need to approach this matter delicately, but with due haste. He could already feel new paths into the future solidifying and others crumbling to dustYour Majesties... Teta mourns with you... Perhaps not all of Teta... Some of those responsible were Tetan nobility Arch-Mage...Silas crossed his right hand over his chest to rest his palm upon his heart and gave a short bowI assure Your Majesty that Princess Fiora rooted out such corruption and found every last conspirator. Such true evil has been purged from Teta... But if it is not too presumptuous of me, there is a pressing matter to address... More pressing than the laying to rest of our son?!The King was incensed briefly, his emotions flaring as Silas spoke. But the Arch-Mage stood his ground and remained passive, watching as Queen Otara rested her hand upon King Antoran's forearm, calming the Monarch. She shifted her gaze from her husband to SilasSpeak freely Arch-Mage. Your council is always welcome here...While I understand the timing is not ideal, but Royalty is not permitted the same courtesy to mourn as others. Time marches on and demands action... And while it brings me no joy to voice such matters, it is my duty to do so: with the Prince's death, The matter of succession to the Throne is going to arise... He could see that Otara had been expecting the topic to come up but she still recoiled from it. She was bound by duty to rule as Queen, but such duty still conflicted with her nature as a Mother in mourning of her son. Silas continued to tread carefully, gently nudging the pair alongI know it is not my place, but I wish only the best for you and Teta. The future is bleak, and made all the more so by the uncertainty of the future of the Throne... Should anything happen to you both... It pains me to wonder what would happen... We have barely just laid our son to rest... And you want us to consider his replacement?Antoran!Silas raised his hand in concession even as Otara admonished her husband. The man shrinking a little in stature as the Queen turned on himPeace, please... A son is not some commodity to replace. I would never imply such a thing, but I apologise if that is what you thought... But it is a hard truth that someone must reign Teta when you are gone. A matter which should be resolved lest a new malign conspiracy be born in these dark times... We have no more children, and much of our extended family are gone... The line of succession is quite murky...Many and more plans had been executed, dwindling the line of Queen Otara. Relatives of the Royal Family had been much easier to deal with quietly. Their deaths had meant little at the time beyond freak accidents and natural causesBut you can provide clarity to this matter. While a decision need not be made right in this moment, I would like to provide my own counsel on this matter if Your Majesty might permit it? Proceed...While she is not of your blood, Princess Fiora is of royal lineage by the House of Delvardus and anointed by Umbra as one of his Knights... She avenged the death of your Son and is loved by the people... She would be a smart choice. But one I leave you to consider alone. I have already imposed my presence upon you too much today... He gave a low bow to the two Monarchs and started to make his way off the Balcony, to leave the pair alone to discuss their choice. He was certain a proclamation would soon come through in his favour
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Fiora Ren
Knights of Ren
Posts: 334
Affiliation: The First Order - The Knights of Ren
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Post by Fiora Ren on Dec 31, 2022 7:56:10 GMT -8
Dying Light - 1 Month Prior to Changing of the Guard
Fiora still fondly remembered the months and years that her friendship with Prince Elisjar had spanned. It had been hard to believe the young boy was gone, killed by fanatics who sought to overthrow the current Monarchy. But that was the sad truth, and it hit home a lot when she had arrived to Teta in attendance of the late Prince's funeral where he was laid to rest.
She had kept her presence on Teta to a minimum, with only her Tribune Guard accompanying her and keeping to the guest quarters that Queen Otara had set aside for her to use. Her visit was intended to only be for a couple days before and after the Funeral. While pro-Ren sentiment was high on the planet, it would be foolish to believe it had not been shaken by the events surrounding the Prince's death.
However, any hope of keeping below the radar and having a short stay were thrown out when Otara and Antoran had invited her to dinner the night after the Funeral and proposed naming her Heir to the Tetan throne. It was an unusual request, to say the least. Empress Teta had been brought into the First Order, sure, but they had done so as a semi-autonomous government. While the Ren technically had overseer duties in terms of providing protection, the King and Queen still ruled the government here. Her Father had done this to ensure the continued traditions of the people here. A task which would fall to her should she accept.
While she was currently second in line to the Throne of the First Order, it was not a disqualifying factor. Technically her Father or her Brother could arrive to Teta and proclaim themselves Monarch of Teta. But so long as the planet continued to be allowed to self-govern, the Tetan royal family would choose their Heirs as they pleased. And Fiora had already learned much about the Tetan people from her time spent here with Elisjar.
If she was honest, she was quite sure Queen Otara had been quite close to begging Fiora to accept the proposition. The current Monarchs were no longer as young as they once were, and a new child was unlikely. And with no obvious Siblings, Cousins, Uncles, or Aunts to pass the lineage onto, drastic steps were needed to be taken.
Fiora had taken the night to meditate on the matter and try pierce the cloudy veil of the future to make a more informed choice. But the Future was a rapidly changing beast and such events could swing easily between many different paths forward. Silas had visited her during the night and lent his own advice for consideration. Rather expectantly, he had advised her to accept the honour. She was not sure completely of the Master Spy's role in these events, but she suspected he had a vested interest in her saying yes.
By the following morning, she had come out of her meditation and visit the Queen and King to deliver her decision.
By mid day a new proclamation was made across Empress Teta to advise that Princess Fiora Ren was Heir to the Throne of Empress Teta.
Her visit had been extended at that point to allow for all of the preparations to be finalised and the conducting of a small ceremony. She couldn't begin to imagine in that moment the far reaching implications her decision would have. But they would one day bear fruit and she would deal with them then
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Faina Delvardus
The First Order
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Affiliation: The First Order
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jan 17, 2023 19:42:16 GMT -8
His eyes looked forward to see the concern written clearly over Faina's face. The Emperor had done his best to hide what was transpiring from everyone around him. Only Brock Ferrum and the Praetorians knew of it. It was something that was progressively getting worse with each year as the exhaustion grew longer and deeper. Doctors feared that, eventually, Nicademus would be bedridden. Deeply, the Imperial exhales.Sorry about that... Faina's shock is evident in her concerned eyes when, sensing the sudden surge of Force energy being expended and tracing it to its focal point, she finds that Nicademus is that point; her shock only deepening as she plumbs the currents of the Force to divine the purpose of the Praetorians and finds that they endeavor to reinvigorate Nicademus from the wave of exhaustion. That the Praetorians have done so before is evident from the lack of surprise Faina senses from them, and from the practiced way they go about their task. Joining her efforts to those of the Praetorians, Faina finds that their task is not unlike attempting to refill a cracked and leaking vessel, suggesting that whatever ails her beloved husband goes beyond simple exhaustion, and causing fear to join the shock in her blue-grey eyes.
The crisis passes, and when Nicademus apologizes Faina's shock and fear are replaced, ever so briefly, by stormy anger; his lack of surprise making her aware that Nicademus has been keeping his condition from her for some time. The anger passes quickly, however, for Faina knows Nicademus, in some ways, better than she knows herself; knows that, were their conditions reversed, she would have done the same as he has in protecting her from the pain of uncertainty and worry for as long as possible while seeking a solution on his own. That no solution has yet presented itself seems evident in the fact that the Praetorians alone seem to be doing for Nicademus what can be done, the thought bringing Faina little comfort given what she had sensed when joining her efforts to theirs; Nicademus seems to have recovered from the momentary wave of exhaustion, but the cracks in the vessel remain, and his vitality continues ebbing from it inexorably.
The anger passes, giving way to an almost panicked sense of needing to do something now, Faina even moving as though to stand from her chair as her mouth opens to ask what they can or should do; desperate thoughts of consulting medical specialists or, even more desperate, Jedi healers or Sith alchemists who might be able to divine the manner of ailment that Nicademus has been struck with and how to treat it. Faina falls back into her chair, however, before standing or speaking as she bleakly realizes that Nicademus will have explored such options already, as she would have in his place; that no answers or solutions were found seems evident in the fact that they are here now, with no measures save for the Praetorians standing ready to intercede when the condition worsens.
Faina sighs heavily, her love for Nicademus and her determination to, as always, do or give anything he asks of her, evident in her gaze as she meets his eyes and, resting her hand over his and grasping it tightly, as much in a show of support and affection as in a desire to feel connected to him, asks, "What can we. . . what can I do?"
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Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
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Affiliation: Knights of Ren - The Magisterium
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Jan 19, 2023 14:40:59 GMT -8
The Nox Cathedral Silas was situated in his office as the order came through from Harnan to investigate Baltasar's visit to Prakith. Reports had started coming down the line of new troop deployments, which seemed very likely related to this Visit. He rose from his desk and headed to the balcony overlooking the main floor of analysts all busy working away at their stations. With a few input commands, new orders were sent out to begin collating intel coming in relating to troop movements and any mentions relating to Baltasar and the Royal family. It wasn't oft that the Magisterium needed to basically spy upon the First Order, but something was going on which the Ren were seemingly being excluded from at this moment. Silas intended to find out what that was
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 13, 2023 18:59:38 GMT -8
"What can we. . . what can I do?" [/font][/quote] No... not that question. Nicademus knew that, the moment, the absolute moment, that Faina even suspected something was an ounce off, she would jump to the question and ask what she could do. The Emperor had often wondered what he would say, but like anything serious, it was impossible to be fully prepared for what was needed to be said. Looking at the Empress, the Imperial didn't have the heart to tell her the truth. He didn't want to ruin the happy life they had created together with both marriage and children. Nicademus wanted them to grow old together and die from age, maybe even watching as their grandchildren ran about, asking for attention and desiring to learn stories of Imperials before.
Yet, fate said otherwise.
The full story, that would be told to Faina in due course, went that about two years ago, the Emperor felt a little more tired than usual. At first, the doctors prescribed various medicines to help enhance muscles, increase energy levels, and heightened awareness. They even put him on a regimen for working out to help keep the body fit and thus have energy to do the necessary tasks. At first, and for a time, this worked just fine. Easily could have put it off as age starting to hit the Emperor, perhaps even fatigue from ruling a nation, which was to be expected. That was until his first episode where Nicademus completely blacked out from exhaustion. It was when he was speaking with Brock Ferrum on more personal family matters. The suddenness alarmed the doctors who began more tests, revealing a symptom of chronic fatigue that was starting to develop. Brock was sworn to not speak a word. From that time onward, him and the Praetorians assisted the Emperor with minor healing when needed.
Now, it was Faina's turn to learn about it. He had hoped this would get better, but it clearly wasn't....I don't know what can be done.That wasn't a deflection nor was it a white lie. It was the truth. Too much of what was happening and evolving wasn't fully understood. Even the best medical minds of the Empire were scratching their heads, trying to find anything that remotely could be linked to something curable. So far, nothing had been noted nor discovered.It has been on and off for two years now. And it's slowly getting worse.Nicademus tells his wife, not wanting to lie to her about this.
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Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
Posts: 198
Affiliation: Knights of Ren - The Magisterium
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Mar 7, 2023 0:52:46 GMT -8
The ships comms officer established a link to the The Nox Cathedral. Zariel spoke plainly and evenly, without a hint of emotion, despite her unfathomable rage. Tell your master the Grand Inquisitor will be landing shortly and that he had better be there to greet her. She would not deign to wait for a reply and instead instructed her pilots to make for the Cathedral. Aurora Base Silas had anticipated that Zariel would eventually come looking for him after he learned that she was still alive and had joined with the First Order. He had certainly kept a relatively low profile beyond the borders of the Ren territory, but she was the one person who would have been able to catch his scent. So he had made preparations for the day she would come. And now that day was finally here, just as a great many other plans were about to be set into motion. When the comms officer received the message, he sent back co-ordinates for the Aurora Base. Given the Mephistopheles' size, The Nox Cathedral would not have had any particularly discreet landing pads upon which it could be parked.
On approach, The Grand Inquisitor would be guided toward one of the large hangar doors and into the depths of the mountain to the cavernous central hangar bay. Hangar Tubes ran from the massive space out to the above ground base facade, while lifts rose up to the various tower launch platforms. In the hangar itself, the floor was dotted with landing spaces of various size, while the walls were littered with a hive of interior landing bays. In the centre of the cavern a landing pad's lights were lit up, indicating where the Mephistopheles was to land.
Standing just outside the ring, Silas watched from beneath his hood as he was flanked by a pair of Magisterium Terror Troopers. He has seen this moment in his visions many times. He just had to make sure he tred upon the right path that would not get him killed
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
Make no mistake, war is coming. With all its glory... and all its horror.
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Affiliation: First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Mar 7, 2023 1:22:04 GMT -8
Aurora Base Zariel was already standing at the ramp as it lowered. As it touched the landing bay doors she was already taking her first steps down. The guards on her ship had requested to accompany her, but she had turned them down. She did not fear this little prophet or his minions. Her heels clicked on the metel ramp and then the floor as she slowly walked up to the waiting Silas. The sound was almost a drum roll. Her eyes locked with his as she mused what could be going through his head, what machinations did he have in place to save his wretched hide should this encounter turn violent. She would know soon enough as she came to a stop only a couple feet from him, just within saber striking range, a purposeful choice. Breaking her eye contact to glance around the landing bay, Zariel spoke first. Quite the little fort you have here. Her tone dull and monotone, not betraying her rage at the prospect of asking for his assistance. Perhaps I should take it as repayment for you losing me the Corporate Sector? Her eyes returned to his, filled with murderous intent.
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Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
Posts: 198
Affiliation: Knights of Ren - The Magisterium
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Mar 7, 2023 2:03:13 GMT -8
Aurora Base He motioned his guards back as the ship came to land and Zariel descended the ramp alone, her heels clicking against the metal flooring. It was certainly true that in a straight up fight, Zariel had the advantage over him with a Saber. But Silas was far from defenceless with his magic's, something he could use to greater advantage without his own troops too close by should the need come to it. Besides, it would serve him better to face her alone than flanked by two guards.
Despite the daggers she stared at him, he remained calmed and unphased. No smile managed to break the impassive mask he wore, his golden eyes had a dull glow to them as she addressed him and spoke of taking the Base as repayment. A prospect that did cause the slightest of smirks to formIt is but one of many such places, so would be no great loss. However... I doubt you or the Ren would suffer each other's company well... Besides, we both know the Corporate Sector would never last. Torkan never trusted us and was always planning to betray us. I just dealt with him when his own people betrayed him. And now... Well... A true Empire sitting upon the brink... Pull upon the right thread at the right moment and... He raised his right hand and gestured as if he was pulling upon an invisible thread of fabricThe fate of the throne could change with ease. It's why you are here now, isn't it? If you'd come to kill me, well... we both know I'd already be dead...
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
Make no mistake, war is coming. With all its glory... and all its horror.
Posts: 110
Affiliation: First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Mar 8, 2023 21:13:16 GMT -8
Aurora Base The slightest hint of a smirk. You're right. I am here to use you again. You owe me as much. While the situation in the Corporate Sector was tentative at best, it cost a great deal more than I believe it would have had you waited till I was present. And worry not, your death could still be arranged. But for now, if you provide me with your foresight of the coming turmoil, you may stay your execution. Zariel knew her opponent well. He was an accomplished wielder of the Force and would not be as easy of prey as she was suggesting. But Fear had always been her chief tool. She stepped forward again, closing the remaining gap between them. You will give me key information, to ensure I am positioned in the right places at the right times. You will do this discreetly. You will do this, she reached a gloved hand up to touch his cheek, and all your past slights and crimes against me she moved the hand down to cup his chin will be forgiven. But if you betray me, her other hand rose to hover inches away from his other cheek and lighting crackled in it, contained, but only just, I will stop at nothing to gain my overdue revenge. She lowered her lighting charged hand and moved the other back to his cheek. Am I understood?
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Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
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Affiliation: Knights of Ren - The Magisterium
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Mar 8, 2023 23:11:19 GMT -8
Aurora Base Her smirks were few and far between, and rarely boded well for those they were directed at. But Silas was not daunted by it, he had not impending sense of doom from the future in that moment, which meant his death was still some way off. He stood still, listening as she spoke, not wishing to interrupt the Grand Inquisitor as she spoke of her demands for repayment for his treachery and promised to forgive his transgressions. His smirk did not diminish even as she moved in close and touched his cheek. He turned his face ever so slightly as her other hand had come up and lightning crackled forth from it. His face leaning slightly into her hand as it moved back up to his cheek.
A stone cold killer she may be, and certainly she'd earned a reputation as the Ice Queen of the Diarchy. But even so, there was a certain charm to it all. Perhaps if fate had played things out differently there might have been a moment. Certainly he could not deny he was a bit more willing to aide her because of it. But largely his co-operation was far more pragmatic. She had her own agenda and so long as he made sure to appear to be serving that agenda, she would prove useful in the battles to comeAbsolutely, Grand Inquisitor... Though I think we both know it's a lie to believe forgiveness would ever be possible. Merely my death will be delayed until I prove useful no longer to others... He knew his place in this galaxy, and knew that his life would continue only as long as he was useful. The moment that ceased being true, someone would take a blade to his neckSpeaking of the cost incurred by the Corporate Sector... Certainly your return would have ensured our hold there, but not all that was lost there was truly lost... There is something I can help you to... find...
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
Make no mistake, war is coming. With all its glory... and all its horror.
Posts: 110
Affiliation: First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Mar 9, 2023 14:12:09 GMT -8
Aurora Base The smirk faded and her eyes narrowed. Her hand moved swiftly from Silas' cheek down to his neck and gripped firmly. Not so tight as to prevent air and speech, but hard and rough enough to get her threat across. Zariel had a feeling of what he spoke: The Lightspawn. In the chaos it had escaped, somehow. She had had no time to attempt to track the creature as she herself had to flee the sector. But if Silas knew where it hid, or any of her other lost treasures, she would have it out of him. He was always so sure, so smug, about his position. One of these days she would do as she had promised many times and cut him down. Speak.
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Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
Posts: 198
Affiliation: Knights of Ren - The Magisterium
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Mar 9, 2023 14:58:52 GMT -8
Aurora Base Even as her grip shifted down to his neck, Silas did not panic. The worst thing he could have done in that moment would be to give into fear. He remained calm despite the very real threat to his life, his expression shifting slightly toward one of slight pain. It was a set action that her mood would turn to foul when reminded of what was lost on Etti IV. But he needed to gamble the level of her anger against the boon of the information he could provide herThe Lightspawn is gone, but your path to the Valley is not lost... He will find you there... On Ruusan. He'll come to find her... But you can make him unlock the Valley for you...
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
Make no mistake, war is coming. With all its glory... and all its horror.
Posts: 110
Affiliation: First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Mar 10, 2023 17:08:38 GMT -8
Aurora Base There was a clear shift as Zariel's mood darkened even more. The grip on Silas' throat tightened for a moment as she thought. Who was this 'her' he spoke of? She thought for a time and finally realized: Reya. The grip tightened again. So to unlock the Valley she would need to use her own daughter as bait? And what did this beast want with her? It would all become clear she was sure. Before Silas could turn blue, her hand relaxed. Then on Ruusan I will finish what I should have and start a new chapter in my life. I will stand victorious where Jerec failed. And you will have played no small part in that. And who knows, you may find a way to continue being of use to me long enough for time to claim you rather than my blade. Her hand withdrew. But for now, you will help me to discredit the Imperial Knights after our beloved Emperor passes. This coming instability is an opportunity to get this Empire on the right track.
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Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
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Affiliation: Knights of Ren - The Magisterium
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Mar 10, 2023 22:57:32 GMT -8
Aurora Base Even as he grip tightened, he could see her mood turn fouler still from his premonition. He forced backed the choked responses most would make as someone sought to try and suffocate them with their hands. Instead he fought hard to focus his thoughts and keep his breathing calm, trusting that she would not choke him to death then and there. And thankfully he was rewarded a few moments later as her grip relaxed. He coughed a little as she spoke of time claiming him before her bladeFate will claim me at its appointed time, whether it be through your blade or the blade of another. But age will not be the death of me... A small wave of relief then swept over him as her hand at last withdrew from his neck. As much fun as a few moments had been, he did not relish tempting fate to claim his life too soon. He brought his hands together near his waist. His finger tips touching and flexing a little as Zariel spoke of him aiding her in discrediting the Imperial KnightsOh, I assure you that matter is already well in hand... Plans are in motion where they are concerned. Focus your energy upon Ruusan, and I will attend to the Imperial Knights...
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
Make no mistake, war is coming. With all its glory... and all its horror.
Posts: 110
Affiliation: First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Mar 12, 2023 10:49:14 GMT -8
Aurora Base Zariel scoffed a little at Silas' prediction that he would not run a natural life span, but it was of little concern to her any longer how he died, just as long as he was useful before hand. She had assumed it would be an easy sell to get Silas on board with ruining the reputation of those troublesome lightsiders. It mattered little who would emerge on top of the coming power vacuum, so long as the Inquisition was in a better position than their rivals. She also knew better than to attempt to recruit Silas to assail the Ren reputation, though somehow, she felt that would be easy enough to accomplish on her own. But for now all the business had been accomplished. And she could leave satisfied that the Prophet would act in his best interest to keep her appeased. Indeed. The Valley will be mine. She took one more step forward, the pair were almost touching as she whispered. Betray me again and there will be amount of usefulness you could provide to stay my blade. She leaned her head in so that her lips were nearly on his ear. But if you are loyal and keep your word I will perhaps be a little greatful. Zariel retreated from this close proximity after she had said her piece. You know how to contact me, yes? Unless you have anything else to discuss now, then I will need to get back, there is much to be done before our beloved Emperor passes.
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Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
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Affiliation: Knights of Ren - The Magisterium
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Mar 12, 2023 19:21:38 GMT -8
Aurora Base So long as her focus was upon the Valley and confident he would work for her, it would keep her away from stumbling into the plans for the Imperial Knights until the right time. Much preparation had gone into what was to come next, which was drawing nearer and nearer by the moment. His thoughts were soon pulled back to focus on Zariel as she stepped in closer, the distance between them almost non-existent now as she threatened him against betraying her again. But it was impossible, even for him, to resist the allure of her presence as she leaned in inches away from his ear. He swallowed hard, trying to keep himself composed as she spoke of possibly being grateful to him. She was good.
He finally was able to breath again as she pulled back, her little teasing act apparently finished. He lifted his right hand up and coughed into it, using the action to bring his thoughts back to their previously ordered controlI have plenty of methods to do so, so it will be fine... I'd advise you move quickly with your preparations, there is not much time left Grand Inquisitor... Farewell, for now... He gave a short bow from his waist, before turning and heading across the Hangar Bay floor, accompanied by his guards. He had a great deal of work awaiting his presence back at the Cathedral
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
Make no mistake, war is coming. With all its glory... and all its horror.
Posts: 110
Affiliation: First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Mar 15, 2023 10:57:27 GMT -8
Zariel did not offer any sort of bow or even nod to Silas before she, satisfied that she had made her point. Besides, he was right, there wasn't much time. ISB agents had reported the Emperor's rapidly deteriorating health. She turned and returned to her ship before flying of to her headquarters on Dubrillion.
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Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
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Affiliation: Knights of Ren - The Magisterium
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Apr 13, 2023 14:38:39 GMT -8
The Nox Cathedral - OPERATION: Overshadow The announcement from Coruscant proclaiming the official passing of Nicademus and the Ascension of Octavian as Heir to the Empire was playing on one of the screens within Silas' office as he sorted through various files and contacts. The last week had been busy for the Arch Mage as he had been sifting orders down through various lines of command and intermediaries to set into motion events necessary for the next phase. Soon the plans he had hinted at to Zariel would be in motion. And so long as he did his job right, no one would be able to truly and accurately guess the motivations. They would buy into the narrative that was crafted, and that was all that would matter
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Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
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Affiliation: Knights of Ren - The Magisterium
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Apr 18, 2023 4:45:53 GMT -8
OPERATION: Overshadow - 1 Week after Octavian's Inauguration
Emergency service lights and sirens filled the night sky as fire fighters battled against the raging inferno that engulfed an apartment building. Local law enforcement were cordoning off the area while ambulances were scrambling to carry off the injured to hospitals in the local area. Those pronounced dead at the scene had their corpses laid in an area off to the side where a handful of Palace Guards currently stood vigil over a pair of bodies entwined together in death. No official announcement had been made by the Palace yet, but one was already being prepared for the morning news.
Silas strode through the crowd, people parting before him as he approached the edge of the barricade where the bodies were being deposited. His hood was drawn up over his head as the police let him through and over to where the guards stood vigil. Ever the devout holy man, the Arch-Mage stood at the head of the corpses of Queen Otara and King Antoran and spoke aloud a prayer for the deceased Royals May Umbra accept you into his embrace... May you walk within his kingdom and see that all that is death is also rebirth... That death is not an ending, but rather the beginning of a new chapter... From the ashes of your death, new life will be born... Go with Umbra... He began his own vigil then. Overshadow was in motion, there was little he could do cooped up within his office. Instead, he had a part to play within the eyes of the public. Let them see the leader of the Obsidian Order watching over the bodies of the Queen and King. Some might whisper his complicity, but the majority would doubt such vicious rumours and lies. Deceitful words from the Zealots of the Light seeking to disparage a noble man
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Fiora Ren
Knights of Ren
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Affiliation: The First Order - The Knights of Ren
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Post by Fiora Ren on May 30, 2023 16:51:30 GMT -8
Royal AscensionThe Magistra's travel time between Prakith and Empress Teta had been relatively short, a couple hours at most given the two worlds proximity. What had taken some time, however, had been the changing of the Palace Guard. Purge Troopers from the local garrison took over perimeter defence, while members of the 19th Company were ferried down to the surface under the supervision of Hecate Ren to take up posts internal to the Palace. Given recent events, Fiora was taking no chances as a full security sweep of the Palace was run. It was the morning of the next day when the all clear was given and the Trillizo-class Assault Shuttle headed for the surface with the rest of Conquest Flight providing an escort.
Airspace over the Palace district had been cleared, with even the Media airspeeders held back at the edge of the cordoned off area. News outlets were reporting the statement from the Palace regarding the death of the Queen and King the night prior before cutting over to footage of the Assault Shuttle's descent to the Palace.
As the Shuttle touched down in the Palace Hangar, Fiora descended the ramp in her full Ren armour with Jin Song at her side and the Tribune Guard in a circle around the pair. The remaining three of her Squire's disembarked from their fighters and joined the circle of security as the group moved over to where Silas Darkstar was awaiting their arrival. Coming to a stop once he passed into the circle, Fiora gave a nod of her head in greetingSilas...
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