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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 29, 2015 13:59:14 GMT -8
Nicademus, from the corner of his eyes, noticed the motions of Gavin, Anya and Kia. It seemed they were not willing to join this fight, something that the Grand General would not hold against them for. He, himself, had expected more of a fight from the IGBC, but it seemed all their pomp and vigor was all, but nothing. There was no backbone within the Banking Clan, for they would just assume that Muuns would rise up and join their patriotic fight. The Grand General descended from the rubble, close enough to hear Gavin's words. His eyes turned to the vault spire, the final bastion of the Banking Clan.
What we see now is all that is left... yet reports tell another story. Frontline troopers sent word of a battle droid presence. Seems the IGBC was in the process of reactivating dormant droid armies of the Confederacy and the Clone Wars. Who knows how big this facility is beneath our feet.
Calmly, the General taps his foot on the earth beneath him before looking at Gavin. It was time to ask some questions that the Grand General was curious about since the beginning of this battle. An outsider's viewpoint would be perfect in this case. And that outsider's view would be Gavin.
Tell me, Gavin, do you think less of me for what I am doing? Do you think I am replacing one tyrant for another? Am I doing good or bad for the future of this planet by eliminating those who have been a thorn in the side of what little stability remained upon this planet when we arrived?
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Dec 29, 2015 14:58:47 GMT -8
*Gavin listened to the words as he gazed upon what little fight remained. Indeed, it was clear to see that the IGBC started off with some form of resistance. And if this place was much larger than it seemed, it would be worth the effort to see just what they had been working with.
It was the next question that rung in Gavin's mind that gave form to redemption on Gavin's mind. He was far from a saint that could claim perfection or doing what was right. But he had learn and knew the differences in what should be and what was beyond necessary. He let out a slow breath, though he didn't turn to face Nicademus.*
"War is a constant of life. There is no changing it, no matter how hard we wish for it. Chaos and peace cannot exist without the other anymore than Darkness or light. For it is in such times to we come to see the value of that we take for granted: peace, hope, a calm that settles the mind. With that comes those that seek power and to rule over others. They do not ask nor do they care. All they desire is that which benefits them." *He then turned to Nicademus.* "I heard the rumors of what took place here before your arrival and that which took place after. You sought to restore peace and stability to this planet. It was for this reason that, despite being ruled by Sith, I offered my aid to Sinistra and the Empire. This battle would have come in some way. Yes, this threat had to be removed, that goes without question." *His attention returned to the fight.* "Yet, the battle has reached its end and surrender has been stated and denied, many who show no loyalty to the IGBC, only the money gifted to them. While there are those that remain fully loyal, others are not so willingly to die for something so fragile as what was held. So with that, I ask this: if you truly wish to create a free a stable world, will it be gained by showing everyone that any who cross you will be met without mercy? What will these people, who've come to respect you think of you then? Will you still be respect or feared? Of all this time spent engaging in such a cold war until this moment, why only now did you choose to raise your blade against them?"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 29, 2015 17:12:05 GMT -8
Nicademus remained quiet for a long time, his mind clearly contemplating the words of Gavin. It was true, only the leadership, those who threatened, blackmailed and forced the soldiers to fight, should be punished in the end. The mercenaries were hired hands, the soldiers desired to go home... it was the end of the Banking Clan after all and many desired to jump ship. His thoughts were interrupted as a communication came in from a frontline commander, stating a request from surrendering rebel soldiers. A long silence would fall for a moment before the Grand General mustered words.
Have them discard their weapons at their feet and bring them into custody. Any who surrender willingly from now on will be granted amnesty... those who continue to fight and remain stubborn in their loyalties towards the decadent Banking leadership will not be granted such mercy. Have this command relayed to all units and on an open frequency.
Something had changed within Nicademus suddenly as he turned off the comlink. The burning desire for revenge had died within his eyes and was replaced with a contemplative look. Slowly the Imperial turns away, gazing at the vault spire. The lower levels could be seen with smoke rising from them as explosions and fighting continued. Once more, his thoughts were interrupted as a Stormtrooper rushed up, desiring to speak with the General.
Sir, switch to channel IO-37. You have to hear what's going on.
Nicademus raised his comlink and changed the frequency. What came next was the declaration of the Knights of Ren by the former agent known as the Operative. And it wasn't on just this frequency... units began reporting this transmission being broadcasted across the entire world. The execution of the Chairman Damask, the declaration of the Knights of Ren, the rise of a New Order and the fall of an incompetent one. Without another word, Nicademus began making his way for the vault spire once more. A sudden determination rising within his gut as he made his way for the frontlines. A strong presence of the Praetorian Group and Imperial Knights followed their commander to wherever he was going.
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Dec 29, 2015 18:23:05 GMT -8
*Gavin nodded with a smirk at the response given for the surrendering enemy. With that tended to, Gavin knew Nicademus would know what it meant to keep order and what the difference between tyrant and leader meant.
His attention was redirected when he heard the transmission. It seemed that the chairman had been killed already. He wondered what Nicademus felt at that moment, his biggest reason for this battle to get to him and eliminate him. When the General began walking towards the vault, Gavin nodded to the other two and followed close behind. The day hadn't ended yet and there was still more to know regarding what was happening.*
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 29, 2015 20:20:34 GMT -8
With the battle all but won, save for the few pockets of resistance, Harnan and his group of Riot Troopers were taking a brief break atop a pile of dead battle droids when the message had been broadcast by Soku. An unseen smile cross his face, as the time had at last come in which the Knights of Ren could at step out into the light of day and begin anew their quest to bring order. As the troopers began to talk amongst themselves about the video, which had also assured them victory with the death of the Chairman, Harnan rose to his feet and jumped off the pile, knowing that it was time to meet up with his brother
On your feet men.
The Riot Troopers did not waste a moment, knowing that it would be unwise to disobey Harnan's orders, before he lead the way to the Vault Tower to meet with Soku, cutting down anyone that got between them and their objective
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 31, 2015 21:07:01 GMT -8
As Nicademus and his entourage entered the vault spire, they would witness all sorts of carnage. There were many rebels who were willing to surrender, throwing down their arms without any hesitation, allowing Stormtroopers to approach and arrest scores of them. Others refused to give their weapons; the consequence of their stubbornness was rewarded with rifles butts to their faces and knees, forcing them to kneel and submit. Then there were the foolish who attempted to keep fighting; their battle cries in the name of the Banking Clan echoing before being silenced by laser fire. Nicademus walked towards the far end of the main area, noticing a large door before them.
This is about the size of a small corvette... something must be behind there surely.
A team of Stormtroopers were already hard at work, trying to get the sealed door open. It was the same passageway that Soku had taken underneath the hovertrucks as they descended to the main facility below. For a moment, Nicademus could relax, but instead, he appeared impatient and paced for now, awaiting the doors to be opened.
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Dec 31, 2015 22:07:18 GMT -8
*Gavin watched as they walked to those who were inside. Many openly surrendered without issue and were arrested but treated with respect. To those who were forced had it coming in surrendering but refusing to give up their weapons. Finally, there were those that continued to fight pointlessly, only to die. This was the ideal ending to battle within his mind. It was all that could be expected.
When they reached the doors. He looked at them, curious himself as to what may lay behind them.* "Hmm, wonder if they could stand up against a few Force Bursts?"
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 31, 2015 22:47:25 GMT -8
Harnan and his 20 Riot Troopers arrived into the Vault Spire just a few seconds later, coming up behind the General and his cohort, his sabers still active as he deflected a stray shot right back at the mercenary that had fired it. It was then that he paused, as he sensed the blonde haired individual's presence in the force, and overheard mentions of using the force to open the door before them. He deactivated his blades at that point, and stood watching, to see what their next move would be
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Post by Soku Ren on Jan 1, 2016 23:55:17 GMT -8
*The Rodian had outfitted himself with an earbud that would relay the various orders and comm chatter, courtesy of Soku. He admittedly wasn't pleased by the notion of actually accepting surrender, particularly when such a notion was dismissed in his previous days, but he had far more respect for their new leader than his deranged former master; whatever it took to be allowed to fight once more, and be gifted the resources in order to do so.
Fortunately, none of his own attackers surrendered, instead valiantly—or perhaps foolishly—defending themselves to the death. He dashed between groups of enemies, laying waste before moving to more targets, dancing as his lightwhip sang a deadly verse, felling those who would disrupt the performance. They only strengthened the concert.
The fight moved inward, as did the Rodian. The enemy numbers thinned, but he stayed separated from the main group, picking apart any who would even attempt to threaten the Grand General; not that they possessed any true ability to do so. He had sensed Soku's declaration from afar, his passion scintillating. Even he was a grander figure to follow than his previous master; he knew himself and his goals, and would let no one stand in his way of them. He would even submit himself to one who truly could lead so that he could personally carry out his goal of order.
The Rodian had to respect that.
The large group came to a halt at a large, sealed door; what secrets could possibly lie within? More defenders? More audience for his performance? But his senses tingled and he was both pleased and disappointed with what he found as the doors shook and began to split, slowly sliding open by an unseen force.
And in the center stood Soku, arms at his sides, face partially concealed by his hood, and the Rodian sneered again with glee. Soku was not a tall man, but he carried himself with dignity, a firm posture. And even from the rooftops, the Rodian could see the smirk on his face. In any other battle situation, appearing like this before armies unfamiliar with you would be foolish; he could have easily been mistaken for the enemy and shot down. But Soku knew of the orders not to kill those who had no arms, and Soku's was wisely attached to his belt; that alone should have been the key he was on their side.*
"Apologies to you, Grand General," *the human spoke, still smirking. The Rodian remembered another former associate with a smirk, but Soku's was far more impressive.* "I am sure you wished to carry out your own business with Chairman Damask, but I had lost my patience with him. I am certain you understand.
"And forgive me for my secrecy until this point. Allow me to introduce myself more formally. I am Soku Ren, and I am at your service."
*He gave a polite bow as he finally made his true introductions. What a curious place to make them... it gave the Rodian a chuckle as he remained perched on the rooftop, watching, waiting to see how the General and his men would react...*
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Post by Faust Skirata on Jan 9, 2016 15:53:54 GMT -8
Saris shuddered awake, his face twisted in an expression of agony. Blood was still dripping from between the seals of his breastplate, running down the metal contours to form a growing pool around his crumpled frame. The left side of his face was a mass of raw, burned meat, the black hair burned away from the scalp, his eye closed to a slit. A soft groan escaped him as he rolled onto his side, a fresh wave of pain blossoming from his broken ribs.
"Fuckin' forcies," he spat, blood dribbling down his chin. Moving gingerly, he sat up and scooted back to rest against the ruined shell of a duracrete building. The rest of his squad- six veteran Reavers who had served with him in the Crusades- were spread out around him in a semi-circle, their corpses long since cooled. A lance of rage pierced the man's breast, clenching his jaw and balling his hands into fists, but after a few minutes the pain overwhelmed him and he sagged.
One glance at the ruined city and empty sky told the sergeant that the Reaver Fleet had already departed. Any of his comrades that had assaulted the city were either dead or had made it back to the Marauder, which meant it was high time he got the hell off of this planet and regrouped with the fleet. Judging by the smell of ash on the wind, and the absence of the fires that had been raging through the city when they'd engaged the forcie, he'd been unconscious for at least several days. By now, reinforcements from the Banking Clan's backers would have surely arrived and secured the planet.
In other words, getting offworld was going to be difficult.
He sat with his head down, seeking his reserves of energy for the next few minutes, then slowly rose to his feet and approached the nearest corpse. A quick search of the Mandalorian's armor turned up a Ripper, which he tucked through his belt, and a canister of field rations. He ignored the rumbling in his stomach and added that to his inventory, then cast around the ground for his missing beskad- the other was across his back in its scabbard. He located it a short time later, the hilt protruding from a pile of crushed duracrete. The hilt was scarred and nicked, but the blade was undamaged. Unsurprising; a beskar blade would've survived a direct strike from a Destroyer's turbolaser. He placed it back across his back, rolled his neck once, and then set off at a steady jog through the ruins of the city.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 9, 2016 16:17:01 GMT -8
*Gavin watched as they walked to those who were inside. Many openly surrendered without issue and were arrested but treated with respect. To those who were forced had it coming in surrendering but refusing to give up their weapons. Finally, there were those that continued to fight pointlessly, only to die. This was the ideal ending to battle within his mind. It was all that could be expected.
When they reached the doors. He looked at them, curious himself as to what may lay behind them.* "Hmm, wonder if they could stand up against a few Force Bursts?" Harnan and his 20 Riot Troopers arrived into the Vault Spire just a few seconds later, coming up behind the General and his cohort, his sabers still active as he deflected a stray shot right back at the mercenary that had fired it. It was then that he paused, as he sensed the blonde haired individual's presence in the force, and overheard mentions of using the force to open the door before them. He deactivated his blades at that point, and stood watching, to see what their next move would be "Apologies to you, Grand General," *the human spoke, still smirking. The Rodian remembered another former associate with a smirk, but Soku's was far more impressive.* "I am sure you wished to carry out your own business with Chairman Damask, but I had lost my patience with him. I am certain you understand. "And forgive me for my secrecy until this point. Allow me to introduce myself more formally. I am Soku Ren, and I am at your service." |
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Post by Soku Ren on Jan 9, 2016 22:33:57 GMT -8
*Soku Ren waited patiently as the Grand General gave orders to his men, who moved past Soku deeper into the facilities, along with larger vehicles. Soku stood in silence, knowing the General had many thoughts, waiting for him to speak. Then his voice came at last, noting that Soku would have been a "pitiful disciple of the dark side" if he had not been able to deceive him. Soku grinned, in full agreement, and nodded to confirm that, yes, his ideals had not changed one iota.
After another moment of pondering, the General asked if Soku had at least brought him the head of Chairman Damask. Soku saw no use for such trophies, though admittedly had not considered the General's desire for such. And considering the method of execution Soku had chosen...*
"Again I beg your forgiveness, General," *he spoke with a low bow before rising,* "but his body remains back in his makeshift fortress, within its broadcast room. His head... would have to be taken in two parts." *He resisted the urge to smirk, especially if this trophy was indeed valuable enough to the Grand General that he would have preferred it intact. All the same, a simple stab through the heart would not have been enough message, nor did he wish to go too over-the-top with his execution. A simple vertical bisection had been sufficiently gruesome enough, in his mind...*
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 10, 2016 19:52:53 GMT -8
The sound of a tsk emits from Nicademus' lips as he figures the Sith would have left the Chairman's head where he bisected the traitor. It did not matter now; the Chairman was dead, the IGBC was at the mercy of the Imperials and, now, no one would defy his rule over this planet. The Grand General glances over at small groups of IGBC personnel were herded away like captured sheep. Some tried to be defiant or act proud, only to get rifle butts slammed into their faces and the barking of Stormtroopers, ordering them to keep moving. Whatever the Banking Clan had left in terms of wealth and material now belonged to Nicademus and the Imperials. Even now, splicers were tapping into every console available, searching for the Clan's caches and possible stashes; anything that the Mandalorians could have left behind.
After some time watching the conclusion of the battle and demise of the Banking Clan, Nicademus turned his eyes to Soku Ren, glancing only slightly over at Harnan. It seemed that Nicademus had uncovered more than just Soku. Whereas his predecessor had set aside this operative as nothing, the General had come across something far more grand than could be seen. Something that could prove to be far more useful than anticipated.Will I need to adjust my terms and contract with you, Soku? Now that there are... more of you, I take it. You have served my cause well and I would hope that we could further our cooperation for the future of this faction. I suspect your fellow Knights would welcome the work and supplies my faction can offer.And speaking of Mandalorians, it appeared a straggler still existed upon the planet of Muunilist. Even as the battle died down and dust settled, patrols of Stormtroopers maneuvered through the ruins of the city; their orders were to hunt down any opposition and silence it. One patrol came across a figure jogging through the ruins. A couple gunships roared overhead, their lights pinpointing upon the jogging Mandalorian as several patrols converged upon Saris' location.
They would eventually catch up to Saris at a cross road where several Stormtrooper squads cornered the Mandalorian. Rifles were leveled as a pair of gunships roared overhead with their lights illuminating Saris among the smoke and dust of Mariunhus. An Imperial officer steps forward, blaster pistol leveled at Saris. He was the first to speak.What's a Mandalorian doing in Mariunhus? Is your allegiance with the Banking Clan? Cause I doubt you were here for a stroll...
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Post by Soku Ren on Jan 10, 2016 23:10:39 GMT -8
*Ah, the Grand General did indeed seem disappointed at the lack of a head, but he did not pursue the issue. Instead, he seemed content to preside over the final stages of the battle, captives being taken, any remaining opposing forces being crushed. The General then asked of their terms, should they need to be adjusted. Soku only smiled.*
"I see no reason for anything to change," *he answered. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his Rodian comrade leap down from a rooftop and approach them. Reverting focus to the General, he continued,* "While we consider ourselves independent, we share the same goal. We provide you ourselves as a sword, and you provide us with the necessary forces to further carry out your will.
"The galaxy will have order, and the Knights of Ren will see to that." *Soku at last turned his head when the Rodian joined him by his side.* "This is Derel Ren."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, General," *the Rodian greeted with a bow and a sneer.* "Soku speaks highly of you. I'd say so far his trust isn't unfounded."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 12, 2016 18:34:30 GMT -8
Nicademus would glance at the Rodian, identified as Derel Ren. This brought the total up to three known members; Soku, Derel and the third who was nearby, Harnan. He listens to the Rodian attentively, as he would with any person. The General would nod his head, acknowledging the comment by Derel. His eyes would glance to movement nearby as several Riot Control Stormtroopers arrested forcibly a resisting individual. Once the situation was under control, the General returned his eyes to Soku and Derel.
I am glad to hear of such words and compliments, Derel. I hope that I was able to impress the members of the Knights of Ren, more so than my predecessor. I see the value in utilizing your skills to further the mutual goals for order and stability. I have worked with Dark Siders before and was educated by a Sith Lord himself.
His eyes then returned to Soku and suddenly, his gloved hand stuck out directly to the Ren. Nicademus then spoke with his hand extended.
There is only one difference in our new relation, Soku Ren. Instead of treating you like a subordinate or an agent, I shall have to treat you and your fellow Ren as... equal partners. After all, my faction can use your skills and your group can use my resources. A beneficial and mutual partnership.
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Post by Soku Ren on Jan 16, 2016 14:01:09 GMT -8
*As the General expressed hopes that he was able to impress the Knights of Ren more than his predecessors, the Rodian only continued to sneer as he oft did and offered a small nod, while Soku smirked. Indeed, the last few attempts at an Imperial resurgence had been... lacking, to say the least, and not just of this particular remnant. But those were often led by misguided souls, whether they be Sith or of a different persuasion. Grand General Nicademus Delvardus the Fourth was the first true visionary, with an unbiased goal of order...
It was for that reason Soku had no hesitation in accepting the offered handshake, returning it with a firm, eager grip.* "A partnership it is, then," *Soku agreed, releasing his grip and letting his arm fall to his side once more.* "I see no need for us to fear each other, especially when our goals align as such. May we bring peace and order to the galaxy, as no being has done before!"
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jan 17, 2016 16:17:31 GMT -8
*Gavin said nothing as the doors opened and the troops proceeded inward at the command of Nicademus. Even still did he remain quiet as the interactions proceeded among these the Knight of Ren and the Commander. Another faction to rise within the galaxy, one who sought order by whatever means required. It brought to mind his old mission, to ensure the balance in the galaxy was maintained by any means necessary. Dark-siders, to be certain, but it seemed they were the only ones truly capable of bringing about such change. Always those who embraced even a bit of the darkness was more prone to action than talk. It was always these actions that changed history.*
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 24, 2016 16:21:50 GMT -8
A few months after Dantooine...
Even as war was hurtling the galaxy towards a war unseen since the First Galactic Civil War, the planet of Muunilist continued to prosper under the militant regime of the First Order. Harnaidan had become a vibrant Imperial capital, a model location for the Supreme Commander to rule from. With the Imperialization of Muunilist came philosophies of Human supremacy and organizations that were easily viewed as COMPNOR successors. Rallies, led by Imperial hardliners, were almost daily on the core territories of the First Order, rallying Near-Humans and Humans against alien influences. The Muuns had become practically slaves on their own homeworld as the military rounded up not only terrorists, but suspected political sympathizers to the Jedi and the Alliance. Their homeworld had been turned upside down almost overnight.
Yet compared to Harnaidan, the city of Mariunhus was being modeled into rich Imperial settlement, after the area had almost been leveled during the IGBC's final stand against the rising First Order. The mines were worked by Muuns, but owned by many Humans, Chiss and other accepted species of the First Order. The location had been heavily fortified by the Imperials and settlers were attracted throughout the Imperial Sector and beyond, bringing forth many willing colonists who desired the peace that the First Order was establishing. Daily propaganda speeches, pre-recorded by the Supreme Commander, blared across the streets as rallies ensured Imperial fervor was strong among the populace. It was becoming yet another model city for the resurgent Imperial culture. One location was not was before the former IGBC headquarters, which had been leveled and was being transformed into a new department of the First Order, the Imperial Commerce Collective, which oversaw the mining operations in Mariunhus and, soon, throughout the First Order. Before this development, a statue was being erected through donations by Imperialists, a statue commemorating the firm leadership and determined command of their Supreme Commander, Nicademus Delvardus. Similar statues had been erected, depicting past Imperial commanders and notable present ones such as the Supreme Commander's brother and sister.
The statue came as a surprise and an auspicious omen to Nicademus as he oversaw the construction from a suite that was the temporary headquarters of the Imperial Commerce Collective, which was located not far from where their new complex was being built. For this statue was a statement, both seen and unseen. The seen part was that these people, as well as his soldiers, believed in his ideals and leadership. That he was their renewed hope to see a new galactic regime for the Imperials. Yet the unseen part was most important to Nicademus, for he had long harbored ambitions to build a dynasty, one to succeed the now defunct Fels. One that would see his line rule the Imperials for generations to come. All his life, Nicademus had served under various Imperial dynasties; the Tarkins, the Horicas, Lord Sinistra and so forth. It was upon taking the throne as Emperor that his ambition was realized, the desire to build his own dynasty that would succeed where others had failed and that would endure for many generations to come. Nicademus desired to become the progenitor of this ambition, to be honored as the father of a worthy line of succession to continue his ambitions and legacy. It was an ambition that had always remained but a dream however.
Nicademus stood within the suite, attended by a select few officials, a cadre of Stormtroopers and Imperial Knights and joined by Illaria, who desired to keep by his side at all times now given her biological state. The Supreme Commander watches as the statue was detailed and carved, as the workers and droids were putting finishing touches upon his uniform and face. This was a moment of leisure he had in the weeks and months to come as Dantooine had sparked a great storm and he would be very busy, commanding troops and issuing orders as the state's highest-ranking officer. The First Order had gone into a full war mobilization as the economy was focused upon the military, making shipyards churn out war vessels, manufacturers create guns, munitions and vehicles and academies drilling whole companies of fresh and willing recruits. The Supreme Commander sighs visibly, feeling the weight upon his shoulders once more, feeling the tension in the air as galactic war had come to them once more. He could only hope to engineer a quick and decisive victory.
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jul 28, 2016 13:25:13 GMT -8
It was a grand space, to say the least. This suite that Illaria now found herself within, Nicademus by her side. He was supposed to be taking some time off from work, but she was not stupid. She knew full well that he could not even begin to conceptualize the meaning of relaxation; if it was not one thing, it was another. Their enemies never took time off and he was of a rather short-lived species, so she supposed she could understand his constant need to be active and contributing to the progress of the First Order. However, she, on the other hand, had a tendency to slack off and relax far too much. Perhaps this was why she needed a babysitter like Harnan.
Illaria had been seated at a rather lovely Kriin-wood dining table, with in-laid scenes and motifs carved into the surface. It was a dark-coloured wood, rivaling the sable colour of her hair in its deep facets. Found only on the planet that had once been Alderaan, it must have been rather expensive to acquire in this day and age. Nicademus always did have good taste, but she supposed this had more to do with the other beings that did things for him. She had never cared for the aesthetic quality of objects, but there was a bit of morbid humour in owning that which the previous Empire had destroyed – it was a trophy of sorts. Studying the inlaid carvings out of sheer boredom, the Shapeshifter pushes the synthsilk table runner off to the side, careless in her quest to further uncover the history of the royal houses of Alderaan and the many squabbles that plagued them. The perfect, varnished shine of the dark wood almost dared her to ruin it with her fingerprints, so she saved herself the temptation and trouble by immediately doing so. However, this quest quickly ceased to capture her interest and she moved on to the many delicacies that blanketed the table, instead.
The Shapeshifter’s sapphire eyes scan the food arrayed atop the table and she is delighted to find that nearest to her is a bowl of Juna berries. Straightening in her chair, she pulls the bowl from clear across the table, so that it is situated in front of her at arm’s length. Slouching back into her seat, she casually crosses one leg over the other while grabbing a handful of berries and popping them into her mouth one at a time in quick succession. She continues on eating like this for a moment longer before it finally clicks. Illaria stops, pausing in her ravenous consumption of sustenance and examines the small berries in her hand. Rolling them between her fingers, a small grin briefly crosses her amaranthine-stained lips. In this brief span of time, her mind, being the way that it was, had begun to formulate alternate uses for these berries – many alternate uses – and none of which, she suspected, Nicademus would find helpful. She knew that eating these Juna berries, and everything else that had been so carefully laid out on the table for them, was the mature thing to do. But she was over three centuries old now and found that she had long ago ceased caring for propriety and proper decorum.
Her eyes would have given her away if Nicademus had been paying her any attention. The mischievous glint that passed through her features would normally be enough to cause anyone to question her intentions. The grin that spread across her lips caused her cheeks to dimple in a way that was both endearing and concerning. A plan was developing within her mind, a beautiful plan. And the Supreme Commander of the First Order would find her antics amusing, right? He would not dare reprimand her for her childish behaviour, would he? The all-consuming urge to flick food at him overrode the nagging doubt so fast that Illaria never really stopped to question her plotting.
Deciding these berries were much too precious to waste in her foolhardy plan, Illaria reaches across the table yet again and stealthily slides a bowl of Antarian peas in front of her. Grabbing a handful of the peas, she begins to line them up on the polished surface of the dining table with the precision and accuracy of a huttball player. And Nicademus, with his back to her, presented far too tempting of a target to pass up.
Illaria was flicking Antarian peas. To be fair, what other purpose did they have? They were the size of Loth-cat poop, the colour of snot, and tasted like yuck. Perhaps if she augmented her flicking with the Force, Nicademus might finally pay attention to her. Flick. Flick. Flick. Nicademus was not looking anyways, but the peas pelting his back were sure to guarantee her some form of acknowledgement. Flick. Flick. Flick. If she kept this up, she knew he would eventually abandon the tenseness of his current position and entertain her. Flick. Flick. Flick.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 1, 2016 18:47:09 GMT -8
The eyebrow of Nicademus twitches slightly as he felt small objects hit various parts of his back. Illaria easily got bored, that was something the Supreme Commander learned quickly. Even more so, she always craved his attention. It came with their relationship, and their bond, of course. He would never argue about her antics nor seek to redress them. It was who Illaria was; a woman who desired attention and yearned his affection almost every waking minute. Sure they could go for long hours, deprived of it, but when they were together, Nicademus would sometimes laugh inwardly at her attempts to garner his gaze. He waited for at least a few salvos of the peas, giving Illaria a taste of her own medicine before turning his gaze away from the statue being erected in front of their suite. His eyes now upon her, noticing she was readying another salvo.
You know that's a waste, Illaria. But I know you would never care. Whatever it takes to get my attention huh?
The Imperial walks over, pausing to stand beside where she sat so that he could lean down, kissing her head lightly and affectionately before he took his seat next to her. Nicademus looks at the bowl, taking a couple of the peas and chewing them quietly. They were an acquired taste, something their mother was keen about her children when they were growing up. Expand their knowledge, horizons and tastes. Especially in the taste department if his parents ever knew that his lover was not only a shapeshifter but a force-user. That would surely give his mother delight, but his father a heart attack as the Old Man Cyrus would have been more accepting towards a woman from Eriadu. To hell with his father would surely be the statement from the Imperial's lips if that day ever came where Illaria met his parents.
Nicademus then sighs lightly, looking at the statue for a moment. His eyes glance at Illaria, offering a grin to her, wondering what she thought so far. She must have at least seen some of it before deciding to fire peas at him to gain his attention.
You think they captured your lover's features accurately? Mother always said I had the features of a leader.
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