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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 24, 2015 19:16:03 GMT -8
Nicademus pondered quietly upon the mission he had given the Operative. The Imperial's mind began to wonder how Damask thought; besides his buttered-up patriotic speeches and zealous words. He was a business man in the end, one who loved money and power. And this Chairman would do anything to regain that influence and control over Muunilist once again. His eyes glanced over at the Operative.
Bring me anything valuable that you can get. Don't try to delve too deep, even just scratching the surface will give us some much needed insight into what the Banking Clan and its Chairman are planning. Mariunhus is devastated, just like Harnaidan. Keep an eye on possible...work crews and who they are made up of. With his zealous speeches, I would think the Chairman would prepare himself for a siege if possible.
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Post by Soku Ren on Nov 24, 2015 22:57:02 GMT -8
*"Anything valuable"? He wasn't entirely sure what that extended to, but he supposed he would know in due time. The figure considered his instructions for a moment, then nodded.* "As you wish. And I assure you that I will not be seen." *The figure then departed the office, once more utilizing the shadows as his cover, along with a few tricks of the dark side...*
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Post by Khorrtavu on Nov 25, 2015 14:57:11 GMT -8
When the last gun is silenced, when the last blade has sung and been sheathed, does anyone wonder what happens next, does anyone pause to give thought to the atrocity. Who ever the victor people suffered, always the underdogs the under trod. A golden ray of light shine through a jagged crack in the spiked shard of rubble which caused the visor in Davos Reim's helmet to shield his eyes marginally from the flaring light, this only bathed his boyish face in shadows, shadows that matched his dark thoughts. Hope was all, despite its many guises and multiple incarnations the Imperial Empire believed to be or held to be good or evil was always resolute and always steadfast. Though this side of the Empire was rarely displayed on the holo channels, because who wanted to see lagoons of soldiers clearing rubble, excavating corpses from the remains of a building or struggling to regain and rebuild order on a desolated planet. People only wanted the painted pretty picture, the glory, the might, the power, the victorious not the diseased, or the stricken or the dead. Muunilinst, the latest casualty of an attack, would a declaration of war follow, who knew. Knowing wasn't Davos Raim's job, that was for the big wigs at the top. His details were simple as were those of his squad. "Help clean up, escort survivors to the new errected temporary camps. Keep the peace, help, aid and assist as need be." His orders were more of a directive, essentially establishing a peace and keeping the riff raff under a firm boot was the general underlying objective. Placating the thousands of people as best possible whilst not really attending to their needs,for truth be told their needs would suck a man dry. Everything was about management, whether it be people, resources, supplies, money or troops. In this case it was all of those. "Do what you can soldier but not at the expense of the Empire." Davos turned his booted foot grating upon the ashen grey gravel beneath foot, activating his communications to Dragoon 4 also known as 'Bull'. "Okay Bull, that's the last of them from sector eight, let's keep them in a nice orderly moving line and get them up the hill to camp. This particular group were being herded to camp Bravo, in particular military and Imperial style the camps had been given numerical assignment as apposed to names. It helped with coordination as well as some crap about preventing attachment or instilling any adverse ideals or effects on the camp inhabitants. Davos tagged on the tail end of the line as he followed the snaking hundred and eighty two citizens to be rehoused or Seebrease for short up the hill.
As the rearguard of the convoy came into view, the Colonel turned his eyes to Cadet Davos Raim and his squad. Their commander said it would be a good exercise for them to build character by escorting the supplies and personnel to the recently stabilized structure that would serve as Camp Bravo. Xaldric didn't know much about the cadets, but they had gotten good marks on their entrance exams and progress. The Colonel clears his throat before speaking. Time for a small test to see how this Cadet thought.Cadet Raim, what is your input on the efforts being performed here under orders from the General? You may speak freely, Cadet.Davos paused to face the Colonel his feet snapping together and his arm lifting to perform a smart and crisp salute. He then opened communications realayed the message that he was speaking to Colonel Xaldrich. Dragoon squad knew exactly what to do and as protocol dictated the snaking line continued up the hill and Dragoon 6 known as Guss made it to the rearguard position at double time. A sigh of relief was breathed as Davos broke the seel on his helmet, tucking it smartly under his arm so that both Colonel and Cadet could see each other clearly. "Sir?" Davos hesitated, his brow creased in furrows as the unfleeting expectant gaze of the Colonel bore down on him. No further sign came from that rugged craggy face. Thoughts later, no doubt would cross the young Cadet's mind as to why the Colonel had moved to test his integrity, why he had bothered at all to seek the response from a Cadet, and why out of all had he chosen Davos, alas these were thoughts that in the fleeting seconds between commanding officer and Cadet did not manifest. It had been a long day, perhaps tiredness dulled his witts or the mundane repetition, whatever it was Davos answered as freely as he had been directed. "Dragoon squad are performing precisely as directed Sir, all members working as a single well oiled machine..." Davos erred as the Colonel's very presence seemed to press for more. "We are doing everything within the mandate, but, but it just seems more of a logistics job, the people have become numbers, and,and there are those who still remain in what's left of buildings and are exploiting the unfortunate, sir. Yet no directive has come to attempt to investigate or Police this." Privately in his head Davos thought he had only seen the Empire aim to move people away from a problem area, yet not eradicate the problem itself, and crime, rape and murder just followed where ever the sheep were led to like a disease you just couldn't shake. Surely he wasn't the only one who had seen evidence of this. Yet he had learned not to bring it up anymore with his squad mates. Most ignored it, and those who didn't either said it didn't fall under the mission diective,or believed it couldn't be tackled. Davos believed otherwise. |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 26, 2015 20:55:24 GMT -8
"Dragoon squad are performing precisely as directed Sir, all members working as a single well oiled machine..." Davos erred as the Colonel's very presence seemed to press for more. "We are doing everything within the mandate, but, but it just seems more of a logistics job, the people have become numbers, and,and there are those who still remain in what's left of buildings and are exploiting the unfortunate, sir. Yet no directive has come to attempt to investigate or Police this." Despite what you may be aware of, Cadet, there have been actions taken to resolve the criminal activities you have mentioned. The General has ensured strong troop deployment at the active power plants within the industrial district. Regular patrols have been set up since our arrival. Most of those arrested are saboteurs and agents in the pay of the IGBC. Xaldrich reflects for a moment, remembering the last military trial that involved an agent of the IBC, who was attempting to bribe worker crews at a power plant to divert power for Mariunhus and the residences of high-ranking IBC officials. The agent was silenced by a swift execution for his crimes. That trial had been a private one and kept deep within the records though.Once when we get the excuse needed to truly take down the IGBC, the various petty criminal activities will cease. Much of Muunilist is grateful for what the General has done for their planet; compared to the Banking Clan, who paint themselves as glorified patriots, when all they want is their power to exploit Muunilist once more. Their wealth is gone and their power nothing now... the Chairman Kos is a petty and desperate Muun. |
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 27, 2015 19:10:01 GMT -8
The Sith Interceptor, Sinister Fear[\i], that had recently launched from the Imperial Nebula-Class Star Destroyer in orbit soared down into low orbit, and then slid lower until finally it was within the uppermost reaches of the atmosphere. The darkly clad occupant of the craft expertly piloted the craft down towards the former InterGalactic Banking Clan's Headquarters within the city of Harnaidan. The war torn city spoke merely of the devastation wrought upon the lands and nothing more. It interested Savage very little as he made his way to what passed as a landing platform near the center of the city. He was no stranger to the chaos of war. Death, destruction and battle. Having been through some of the worst battles in his life, he hardly evoked any emotion at all towards the subject. As the craft touched down, Savage undid his harness and popped the canopy open. Savage climbed out of the craft and hopped down. The hull of his fighter pinged and groaned from the heat of re-entry and as the gravity of this world settled within the small craft. Savage ensured his double-saber was clipped at his belt, then took off toward the former IGBC HQ. As he walked, his cloak billowed out around him, giving him a very menacing appearance. Sure he was now a highly ranked individual amongst the Empire, but he was still a Sith. And as a Sith, he was a tremendous force to be reckoned with. After several minutes of walking, Savage came across several Stormtrooper patrols. They ignored his presence, but he followed the streets back the way they had come from. Eventually he came to a security checkpoint at the entrance of the former IGBC HQ. The Sergeant called for him to halt and asked for his ident card and clearance. Now on a normal occasion Savage would have simply throttled the man, tossed him aside and continued about his day. But because that course of action was frowned upon by Imperial Brass, he tended to avoid that course of action and played by the rules. Savage merely lifted his sleeve on his left arm and slid the gauntlet forward until the flesh met with the mechanical replacement that made up his left hand. Stamped into the alloy of his prosthetic appendage with impeccable Imperial filigree was his rank and security clearance, nothing more nothing less. Just enough to get him through the checkpoints. The Sergeant scanned his clearance, stepped back, saluted him, and allowed him to pass through unhindered. Savage proceeded to make his way to where his General was so they could meet in person.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 27, 2015 19:27:08 GMT -8
A group of Stormtroopers approached the arriving High Admiral. Their distinct markings showed that they were members of the Imperial Guard, the most elite Shocktroopers of the Stormtrooper Corps. Their white armor was detailed with purple insignia and decals, which was odd for Stormtroopers as the Empire did away with much of the Clonetrooper markings of the Clone Wars, desiring a more unified military in appearance. Despite this, the General brought back some markings to differentiate the more elite divisions from the regular Stormtrooper and Imperial trooper uniforms. The Shocktroopers would intercept Admiral Savage and escort the Zabrak into the building.
Security seemed rather tight in this area, more so than when Nicademus resided upon Kuat. The General was dealing with problems; mostly involving attempts by the remnants of the IGBC, under the zealous Chairman Damask, who desired a return to the status quo; where the Banking Clan ruled and exploited Muunilist. Despite this, the High Admiral managed to slip through every checkpoint and security sweep with the presence of the Imperial Elite Guard. The soldiers stopped at a large door which opened as the commanding officer permitted Savage to enter. Once inside, the High Admiral would see the General reviewing troop deployments through Harnaidan on a holoscreen. His brother, General Artemis Delvardus of the Imperial 9th Army, and a few officers were present as Nicademus gave some sitreps and listened to reports. The General's eyes glanced, noticing the High Admiral's presence. He calmly gestures for his officers and brother to depart, which they did obediently. As they departed, Artemis nodded curtly to the High Admiral as he walked by Savage. Once the room was cleared, Nicademus would speak, his eyes still upon the troop deployments.
Good to see you made it, High Admiral. Not many followed me to Imperial Space, but along the way, we picked up some new followers and hope more will be drawn once our position is more solidified here within this region. Yaga Minor's shipyards and the untapped potential, yet ravaged state, of Muunilist is all we have.
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 27, 2015 19:46:36 GMT -8
As the officers vacated the room, Savage waited until the were completely gone. Delvardus spoke. And that's when it was made apparent to him that the Empire was no more. Savage listened, and formulated what he was going to say once the General had finished speaking. Savage lowered his hood and spoke.
"What is our next move then? Aside from the obvious clean up here."
Savage clasped his hands behind his back and strode over to the General's holoscreen.
"Regardless of our next move here, I have returned from a scouting mission into former territory I once called home. While the planet itself isn't in much better shape than here, I managed to salvage supplies, troops and equipment from my former life on Rhommamool. Reports indicate that the mines are in decent enough shape that we could possibly reopen them within a few months. Aside from that, my troops and ships are at your disposal, General. I have been too long removed from the events happening within Imperial borders to know much of what has happened. I await further instructions on our next move."
As Savage awaited the General's response, we peered at the screen, observing the General's troop movements. It had bee some time since he had been in the thick of things. And it was time to change all of that. Inaction did not benefit him or his soldiers. Action kept the wits sharp and the minds ready. It was time to jump back into this fully.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 27, 2015 20:20:01 GMT -8
Nicademus taps his chin slightly as he listens to his High Admiral. After a few moments, the Imperial keys the holoscreen to switch over to a overview map of the Imperial Space. The General taps some keys, revealing their current, and unconsolidated, position. It was tenuous at best, despite their military strength. The arrival of Savage's fleet added more to his naval flexibility. He calmly gestures to the holoscreen.
We mostly have two planets; Yaga Minor and Muunilist. Yaga Minor is thankfully sound and secure; its shipyards are at our disposal. Muunilist still has some work though. It was ravaged by a Mandalorian attack, its wealth reaped and the IGBC ruined. They are causing most of the trouble here. In order to legitimize our authority, we must seek to expand in a direction that would suit us...
That's when the General pointed directly northward of Muunilist and gently touched the holoscreen, causing the image of Bastion to pop up. Nicademus had been eyeing the planet for awhile and thought it would be the ideal target; reclaiming the capital of the Imperial Remnant and the fortress world of Imperial Space.
Reclaiming Bastion would be one step in that direction, High Admiral. Its a fortress world, the key to holding Imperial Space, has a suitable Imperial population that is militarized, and would serve as a good recruitment grounds. The Imperial Knights could even use it as their HQ along with vital military command staffs.
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 27, 2015 23:36:15 GMT -8
Savage moved in closer to the holoscreen, paying careful attention to what the General was saying. With Yaga Minor secured under Imperial jurisdiction, there was no major threat to the Naval supply lines, provided they didn't get too greedy and take on more than they could handle at the moment. Although, between both himself and the General, he was fairly certain they wouldn't be mounting an unrealistic assault upon the core of the Republic. It was fool-hardy and gained them nothing but utter demise. But, if they could square away their holding here on Muunilinst and proceed to capture Bastion, they would be well on their way overcoming the dissolution of the Galactic Empire. Savage leaned forward and placed both of his hands on the console before him and hung his head with a sigh.
"So, from the looks of things, we are in bad shape. I definitely agree with you on the plan to take Bastion. While I am not incredibly versed with this sector of space, if Bastion is the fortress world you claim it to be, it certainly wouldn't hurt to have it well within our grasp. What exactly does this bold move entail, General?"
Savage raised his head and glanced at the man before him. His fierce yellow eyes ablaze with fury. He wanted to lash out against someone or something. He had sat idle for far to long. Now it was time to get back into it.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 28, 2015 19:00:41 GMT -8
Nicademus reviews the map of Imperial Space for a long quiet moment. He knew his soldiers wanted to do battle, they itched for it every day. Yet to storm the fortress world of Bastion would only result in many casualties, especially in ground troops and mechanized units. Something that the General could ill-afford to swallow. Their precarious position would need every vital resource in troop and ship numbers. He points at Bastion.
A strong show of Imperial might should be enough to convince Bastion to join us. One of the Cadets, a certain Davos Raim, was recommended by the Governor of Bastion. If anything, that planet will only serve the will and agenda of an Imperial faction, no one else. Such a show will make them willingly bend their knees.
Gently does Nicademus lightly phase his hand through the holoscreen, causing Bastion to glow blue, indicating an allied or Imperial-occupied world. His eyes then glanced around at the borders and remaining sectors of Imperial Space.
Once Bastion is secure, we can set up a necessary High Command center there in order to better coordinate our fleets and armies. We can strike where we need to and have ample resources; manpower from Bastion, ships from Yaga Minor and, hopefully, the industry and remaining wealth of Muunilist.
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 28, 2015 19:23:10 GMT -8
Savage straightened himself and observed the General thoughtfully. He was plotting. Savage clasped his hands behind his back once more and listened as the General spoke, and pointed to Bastion. Once finished speaking, Savage added his thoughts into the mix.
"If the citizens of Bastion only require a show of true Imperial might, perhaps we can give them exactly what they seek? Surely my fleet isn't the only one which followed you here. While our resources are not limitless, perhaps all they require is a show of might and some persuasion from the former Emperor of the recently faded Galactic Empire? If they truly will serve no other than an Imperial, logically you would make sense in persuading them. Re-establishing a network of command is paramount to our success here as well as future victories. My fleet is prepared to move upon a moment's notice, General. Give the order and I shall begin at once."
Savage stood before the General, hands clasped behinds his back, dressed in mere robes of the purest black, ready to follow the General's orders, should he give the command.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 28, 2015 19:40:05 GMT -8
Nicademus pulls up the details of his own fleet, which was small in number sadly. Yet there were a few ships in his arsenal that could do just the trick, and his eyes immediately fell upon the pride of his fleet, the Imperial I-class Star Destroyer, Intrepid. In the days of old, it was said the sight of an Imperial-class Star Destroyer could make an entire sector tremble and bring the entire region to heel under the boot of the Empire. Its arsenal was feared and such a ship was legendary among the stars of the galaxy.
The General leans away from the holoscreen, keying the display off. Nicademus walks over to his desk nearby, pausing for a moment before turning to look at the High Admiral.
I will loan you the Intrepid along with the pair of Vindicator-class Heavy Cruisers and 24th Legion; 8,000 Stormtroopers in total. I will also send a detachment of ten Imperial Knight-Errants and a pair of Imperial Knights. Should be enough of a display, added with your own forces, to make Bastion submit willingly.
Nicademus would then continue the rest of the way to his desk and take a seat behind it. For a moment, the Imperial seemed to be thinking quietly to himself. After that moment passed, however, the General would reach over to a datapad and throw to the High Admiral's vicinity. Once it was caught, it held recent reports involving the IGBC's attempts at undermining Imperial authority. Nicademus felt he could use a fresh opinion.
What do you think, High Admiral?
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 28, 2015 20:04:13 GMT -8
Savage resisted the urge to grin malevolently. Upon hearing that the General was willing to loan him the Intrepid was enough to make him giddy, if there was such an emotion for the Sith.
The Intrepid was the General's Imperial-Class Star Destroyer. It alone was no slouch in combat. Combining the Intrepid as well as a pair of Vindicators into the folds of his ranks, albeit temporarily, would bolster his forces enough to give him the precise amount of might Bastion would need to willingly submit to their cause.
As the General strode over to his desk, Savage spoke.
"What you will loan me, as well the combined might of my forces shall be quite the show of force. I think it will be more than sufficient enough to have Bastion willingly submit to our whim."
Savage watched the General seat himself at his desk, the toss a datapad towards him. Savage caught it without really even trying, a result of a quarter of a century of training to be the epitome of the dark side. His reflexes were next to none within the former Empire. His training regiment was one of the most brutal, both physically and mentally, ever devised. And it was made with a Zabrak in mind. No human or other humanoid for that matter was ever supposed to be able to complete it. None, save for one. But that was something Savage didn't want to think about at the moment. He scrolled through the information on the datapad and began to formulate his thoughts.
"This is the thorn in our side? This Banking Clan chairman is the one who apparently threatens us with all of his hearsay? If I may be so blunt, General, but these beings are hardly worth the effort it would take to wipe them out. There are two sides to this annoyance. His and ours. Our actions here, speak for us. We are running relief efforts a best as we can, lending aid wherever it is needed. This Chairman is trying to rally a broken people away from the help because he thinks he can bring this planet back to it's former glory, and for what? Personal gain? I say we hit him, hard and fast. Take him out before he realizes we are mobilizing to move against him. Once he has been dealt with, we set it up to appear as though the locals loyal to us decided to silence him before more conflict arose from the straining tensions between him and us."
Savage still gripped the datapad, wondering what the General's response would be, giving him an opportunity to add his thoughts before Savage continued with his strategy.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 28, 2015 20:10:02 GMT -8
The General felt that Savage's words were refreshing, as they reminded him of the approach that his brother, Artemis, spoke of. A tempting, but rash, action nonetheless. There was some truth behind the words of the High Admiral, but, at the same time, there were some possible consequences that Nicademus wanted to avoid. The General would turn in his chair, looking outside at a building across the way from the building. It was a privatized spaceport, used for IGBC officials before the attack on Muunilist. It was a temporary launch point for shuttles to carry Stormtrooper squads to their assigned locations. His eyes then returned to Savage after watching a shuttle take off.
While such an approach would be exactly what should be done, I believe that is what the Chairman wants, High Admiral. Think about it; we attack them now under the pretense of his words being thrown against us, the people will think there was some credit to his words. That we are violent oppressors, unwanted occupiers and that we will only seek to dominant this planet by force. Of course that is the Imperial way, but I would rather have the Chairman's breath run out and have him slip, then we will have all the reason to strike and he will be looked upon as a fool, rather than a possible martyr.
Nicademus felt his words were the best he could offer, given the circumstance. There was still much unknown to his eyes and that of the Imperial Intelligence. Hopefully, the General would get some much needed information from his secret asset that was on his way to Mariunhus. Enough to prepare the Chairman's coffin with his own hands.
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 28, 2015 21:04:13 GMT -8
Savage smirked. He knew exactly how the General was hoping the situation would turn, so they could justify his removal from power.
"I understand what you hope this situation will turn into. But hope is something we do not have the luxury to hold at the moment. In the weaning months of the Empire, many hoped that it wouldn't end the way it did and look how that turned out. With all due respect, General, but playing it safe and relying on hope is something that placed us in this exact situation in the first place. Begging at scraps left behind by the Mandalorians."His voice was steady and commanding. His anger and frustration at the entire situation was starting to wear on him. Though he did not have any desire to be insubordinate towards the General, he inhaled and then exhaled slowly. This was a different approach than he was used to. Answering to a superior instead of being the superior."I am not one to beg for scraps. I am one to make others beg for mine. While I still firmly believe that hitting this Chairman hard and fast is the answer, perhaps if we adopted a more stealthy approach, we could tie up all loose ends? Infiltrate his base of operation with only a select few. A select few that if discovered, does not involve us in any way. If you do not wish to have anything link us to his death, I may have a solution to our persistent problem..."
Savage glanced over at the General and raised an eyebrow quizzically. If only he had thought of this sooner, he could have avoided his heated disagreement with his superior's suggestion.
On board the Legacy of the Void, were the last remaining Honor Guards from Savage's hidden Sanctuary back on Rhommamool. Back then, he had over a thousand of the Shadowtrooper Honor Guards. Now, barely thirty remained. A result of his father's doing. Never-the-less, the Shadowtroopers were a Stormtrooper/Dark Jedi hybrid, capable of wielding a lightsaber in combat and using artificially enhanced Force abilities. They also possessed the ability to cloak themselves from sight. A rare resource to be sure, but one that Savage was readily willing to use to further advance the goals of the former Imperial sitting before him.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 28, 2015 21:21:20 GMT -8
Nicademus's eyebrow goes up slightly when Savage's words changed slightly and that of his tone. The mentor of the Imperial, who was also a Sith Lord, had taught him valuable lessons when it came to dealing with similar Dark Side users. It was odd that the High Admiral was thinking well within the lines of what the Imperial had done and approved of. Before responding, Nicademus would stand up once more and walk over back to where Savage was standing. He looks at the deactivated holoscreen before speaking.
I have my own assets dealing with the same approach, High Admiral. I have already begun making estimations on the Chairman's goals and have my top agents on this operation. My assets are currently looking for the necessary evidence to not only bring the Chairman crashing down, but to destroy what remains of the IBC's reputation, if any and bring about their demise by the fist of Imperial might.
Nicademus's gaze then turns immediately upon the Zabrak. His own voice steady and commanding as Savage was before.
I have begun the necessary operations and preparations to bring the hammer down upon Mariunhus, a hammer so great that not even the zealous Chairman knows of what is coming. And when that is ready, I will be more than willing to unleash the full might of the forces at my disposal to wipe out everyone of those blasted bankers till they are nothing but smoldering corpses. I will ensure their extinction, their total annihilation, their utter demise by my very hands and that of my soldier's blasters.
Nicademus returns his eyes to the holoscreen before they darted over to an Imperial banner hanging upon the wall by his desk. A certain Sith taught him traits and values that would ensure the Imperial's continued existence and his own ascension to even greater heights once more. Even if it meant starting from the ground up, Nicademus would once more be at the top of the Imperial Hierarchy.
There is one thing I have learned very well from my mentor, High Admiral, and that is patience is the key to many doors. And I plan to use that to its full extent, ensuring more than just a quick demise, but a thorough one. I want a complete victory, not an easy one. And when that is complete, when the Imperial flags fly over Mariunhus, I will know that the victory won there will ensure our total and uncontested grip over this planet.
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 28, 2015 21:48:46 GMT -8
Savage observed the General as he spoke, listening intently. While he was no stranger to being a Sith Lord, formerly of a high amount of prestige, he knew next to nothing about being an Imperial. Under his father's rule, he was allowed to come and go as he pleased, beholden to no one. Now, he was part of something bigger. Like he had been during the days of the Tyrian Triumvirate as Wings of the Triumvirate, overseeing all fleet activities and training pilots to become the best in the galaxy. Transitioning from the strict standing of the Triumvirate, to the loose folds of his father's Empire, then back to the strict standing of the Empire was not something he was yet accustomed to. It suddenly occurred to him that he was vastly out of his element and that he had much to learn before he found his calling within the Empire. Once the General finished speaking, Savage bowed his head respectively.
"Forgive my poor manner, General. I am still adjusting to the life of an Imperial."Savage himself couldn't actually believe the words escaping his tattooed lips. While he did mean them, it was more out of respect of the man before him, than it was for actual remorse. After all, Savage was a Sith, and in being such, he had learned to distance himself from certain emotions and attachments. Though his sometimes brash and fiery demeanor shone through the years of discipline and training. He'd have to remember to push himself even harder when he went for another training session."I would do well to remember that you have a great degree of experience in handling Imperial affairs."Now that he had respectfully apologized to the General, or at least came as close as he possibly could to apologizing, it was time to get down to business once more."With your operatives and assets already engaged in finding a way to bring the Chairman down, is there anything else you require from me before I take my leave to Bastion? With your permission, of course."
Savage handed the datapad he was still holding back to General Delvardus. He was eager to get on the move again. He disliked extended planet-side excursions unless they were in hostile territory and allowed him to unleash his rage on unsuspecting victims. He enjoyed being among the stars. There was something about them that he found...peaceful...if there was such a thing available to the Zabrak Sith.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 28, 2015 22:05:25 GMT -8
An unexpected gesture would occur as Nicademus patted the shoulder of his High Admiral before taking the datapad and walking back to his desk. In truth, Nicademus would never understand what it meant to be or live like a Sith. He understand the dogma, to an extent, but not the practice. If the High Admiral was at all sensing the General's emotions, they were calm and collective. Not a hint of disdain was within that collection. He turned to the Zabrak after placing the datapad down.
I welcome open and honest words, Savage. Even if you are a subordinate under my command and the Imperial standard, we are still equal. We desire order and stability, to relive the glory of the battlefield and instill fear within the hearts of our foes. Our approaches may differ from time to time, but the result is precisely the same mark. I respect persons more when they give me their honest opinion. Its the reason why I only employ those of merit and capability, not honeyed words.
Nicademus would pause for a moment, listening to a communication intercepted from the Intrepid. The General took his time sending a recording to the unidentified fleet in orbit, under the command of this Lord Xakire. Once that was performed, he turned once more to Savage and nodded in agreement to the change in topic.
For now, your orders are to simply arrive over Bastion with great pomp and display. Show our Imperial brethren of that planet that we are strong, unified and capable. I don't care what you have to do, just make those people cheer at the sight of an Imperial-class Star Destroyer hovering over their planet. I want them to feel liberated and rejoice in rejoining with a true Imperial faction. Restrain the usage of force unless fired upon.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 29, 2015 0:50:17 GMT -8
The unexpected action of the General patting him on the shoulder caught him off guard, causing him to stiffen slightly. He had not been expecting such a movement. As the former Emperor before him turned on his heel and walked back to his desk, placing the datapad upon it, Savage decided to get a read on the General's emotions. Ever so subtly, Viox extended his perceptions outwards to the General. A calm and collected feel was all he received from the Imperial. This intrigued him, but not enough to openly act upon it. As the Imperial spoke, he used to word 'equal' as he spoke. Now there was a word he hadn't heard in a long time. Not since the days of the Tyrian Triumvirate. When he truly was an equal in comparison to Kalen, Praxus, and even Amaris. Savage didn't know what to think about that, as the Imperial continued to speak. The General spoke of 'reliving glory on the battlefield and instilling fear within the hearts of their foes'. Now that was truly something Savage could get behind. He prided himself on his prowess as a melee combatant and a user of the Force. Very few within the galaxy could match his ferocity, which had a tendency to become somewhat animalistic in nature. He was physically strong, having been trained specifically to target his physical abilities since he could walk. Add to the equation that he was aided by the Force, which helped amplify his natural abilities, and the fact that he was bore quite the fearsome visage, he reveled in the glory on the battlefield. That was where he truly could say he was at peace, in the middle of a frenzied battle. As the Zabrak basked in the thought of being in the midst of battle, the General answered an incoming message, then turned to face him once more. Upon receiving his new assignment, Savage spoke.
"Understood, General. I will do my utmost best to ensure the citizens of Bastion join us of their own free will. And under no circumstances are we to engage unless fired upon first, at which time I shall use my discretion in countering."
Upon finishing speaking, Savage snapped to attention and fired off a crisp, clean salute to his superior before spinning out on his heel and leaving the room. In the course of ten minutes, Savage was back at his Interceptor, running a pre-flight check while sealing the canopy before lifting off the planet. The silver Interceptor streaked through the skies, and then rocketed upwards, destined for his flagship. As his ship climbed into the uppermost reaches of the planet's atmosphere, his ship's scope pinged, indicating that and unidentified ship was on his scope. It was a Fury-Class Interceptor, used in the ancient war between the Sith Empire and the Old Republic. Being in the Imperial Navy had given Savage access to information on most of the ships within the Empire. This was not registering within his databanks. Despite not finding the ship in his databanks, he was still impressed with the occupant's nostalgic taste. One didn't see many Fury-Class Interceptors anymore. Mind you, not many bore witness to Savage's personal Sith Interceptor, reminiscent of the ancient and powerful Star Forge's design any more either. Savage cleared his mind and focused on getting back to his ship and the assignment ahead. The Interceptor streaked through the last reaches of the atmosphere and into orbit above the planet.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Nov 29, 2015 2:10:29 GMT -8
The Fury Class Interceptor landed as close to the IGBC's headquarters as it could. After it landed a tall slim figure steped out acompanied by four commandos in advanced black a red armor. The lead figure wore a crimson helmet that concealed his facial features. Clipped to his belt were two lightsabers. As the men made their way towards the IGBC HQ they attracted the attention of various frightened Muuns. The men reached a security checkpoint a Sergent ordered them to stop. Without proper clearance the sergeant refused to let them pass
"Step aside sergeant, I am hear as a guest of your General," Lord Xakire, the lead figure said in a very slightly computerized voice due to his helmet. The sergeant still refused to allow the men to pass.
The sergeants stubbornness angered Xakire but he managed to refrain from force choking the man to death.
"Contact your superiors then, and tell them that Lord Xakire is here to see Generals Delvarus, and do it quickly," the anger in Xakire's voice began to show and so the sergeant began to try and contact his superiors.
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