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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Dec 29, 2016 19:11:47 GMT -8
Aya replied with the slightest of smiles & a by turning her head slight toward her escort. The escort, still standing, pulled a datapad from one pocket & began working on it quickly. Using the name provided she ran through any info the clan had on that region. She nodded slightly in confirmation of the Imperial's words as the datapad vanished back into its pocket.
-Aya
Oh dear, It seems I have gone & made a fool of myself. Though to be fair I'm not entirely certain which clan is even present there. Well, with that out of the way, it does clear the air for the next step. In truth the Clan of D'Ordinii led by the House of Dizen does not interact much with the rest of the Mandalorian Clans. The reason for this is simple. We are more organized, large & more structured that most clans are willing to accept. We are, in a word, more Imperial. We have few enough solid allies. Those outside the Mandalorian Empire view us as Mandalorians. Those inside it often view us as Imperials. Since you already seem well disposed to Mandalorians, we would like to propose an alliance. Perhaps one of mutual economic support & non-aggression to begin with.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 29, 2016 19:44:39 GMT -8
Nicademus had heard the term Mandalorian Empire a few times now. From what Bralor had told him, or from what he had taken from their conversations, the Empire was no more for there was no Manda'lor and the clans worked together through an assembly of sorts or on their own. Bralor had brought the support of a few clans, but others remained where they were. The Supreme Commander taps his chin slightly, pondering upon the proposed deal for a moment.
I am in favor of a non-aggression pact. And perhaps favorable trade between our two nations.
Garnering additional allies was something that the First Order was more than willing to do. The Mandalorians had, so far, shown their friendship to be one of honest and sincere intent. They saw the benefits of Imperial strength just as the First Order say the benefits of Mandalorian strength. However, Nicademus did not know much of this Dizen lot.
I will ensure my armies and fleets keep a respectable distance from your boundaries. We will not seek to threaten your sovereignty with a non-aggression pact between our two nations. Is this agreeable, Your Highness?
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Dec 30, 2016 21:36:58 GMT -8
Aya nods at his offer. It was fair enough pact for now & would allow them to size each other up for later alliances. She wasn't entirely certain he could be trusted, but then again there were a few mando clans that she had her doubts about as well. Behind her, her escort shifts her weight slightly from one foot to the other. Aya however continues to maintain an impressive amount of regal calmness.
-Aya
Our core territories are fairly compact, Limited to a ring of space around the Corporate Sector. Our other holdings are somewhat more wide spread & fluid. In those cases we understand that troops & warships will often have reason to pass nearby. As long as no hostile actions are taken against our holdings, such as attempts at ramming or weapon fire, then we will not interfere with anything you might have underway.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 11, 2017 21:07:48 GMT -8
The escort stiffened slightly as some new info filtered into her earpiece. For a moment, she didn't believe it, but a quick check of her datapad confirmed that the message had been not been misheard, if perhaps not true. She laid a gentle hand on Aya's shoulder, drawing the other woman to a stop. It was extremely rare for her to touch Aya in public.
-Tahupotiki
We must leave. Immediately, Your Majesty.
It took a long second for the statement to sink in. Her title as the Crown Princess should be 'Your Highness', but instead her escort had used the title that was reserved for her father. Aya managed, with some difficulty, to completely blank her face. Now was not the time to feel the emotions that had been caused by the meaning lurking behind those two words.
-Aya
Very well. Forgive the interruption, Supreme Commander. I find my head of security is often extremely paranoid about many things. Our diplomatic branch will make contact shortly to formalize the wording of our agreement.
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Post by Mellik Umarov on Mar 5, 2017 14:42:56 GMT -8
Mellik didn't have time to awe at the city of High Port, his wound not treating him to a gnawing pain. Malachor V's merciless grip was almost too much for him to escape, and even though he was long gone from it, its darkness pervaded into him - like water breaching through a leak - gently destructive in its own right. Mellik lifted the harness that strapped him into the pilot seat. He limped over to what was left of his docking ramp - a shoddy bit of metal rigged together out of the ship debris from Malachor V's surface.
"Raptor, keep watch over yourself while I'm gone - divert power from any of your unnecessary functions into your security systems; don't let anybody make strange add-on's to you in maintenance, you hear? And ESPECIALLY make sure there's enough power to arm the triggers in the cargo hold's stash."
"Affirmative, taking precautionary measures. This ship will be secure upon your return. Be safe, Captain Umarov."
"Thanks, Raptor; I'll be back soon, promise."
Upon giving his ship's AI orders for his departure, Mellik gave a soft sigh and set about lowering what was left of his docking ramp. He had to use a gentle pull from his force energy to descend to the ground with the ramp, undoing the poor welding job that held the Raptor's original broken hinge in place. Mellik would have collapsed outright with the ramp, were it not for his heavy reliance upon the force to hold him steady. He held his left arm to his chest - it was definitely broken, but not life threatening; however, his limp that pained both his legs was of more dire concern to him. He would need some spare bacta, and lots of it - if he could get his hands on some out here, then his personal kolto tank on board would suffice to bring him back to full strength. He checked his Coruscant Planetary credits - more than enough were he injured on a core world, but he wasn't so sure of the exchange rate this far out. With that in mind, he should have just enough for some bacta, with a little change to spare for a new hinge to repair Raptor.
"This is Imperial Territory; maybe I could get a discount if I enlist?"
Mellik took out a personal comlink that he used to keep his ship informed. His AI was all he had in terms of family - at least all that Mellik could remember having. He tried to treat Raptor like family, and the AI took to it surprisingly well. Mellik activated his comlink and switched over to a frequency that he found himself while tinkering with Raptor's com systems - it was secure enough to have a brief chat.
Raptor, how would you feel about becoming an official Imperial Vessel?
"Is this another form of humor, Captain?"
I'm serious, Raptor! Think about it - we'd have a purpose again, instead of aimlessly wandering, looking for work. When was the last time you got complementary maintenance?
"I do not recall ever receiving 'complementary maintenance' captain."
Exactly! C'mon, it'll be nice, easy money, and we could even get you some upgrades!
"Affirmative, that would benefit us both - yet I insist that you proceed with caution."
When have I not? Don't answer that, I'll be fine. Umarov out.
Mellik came to his decision quickly. He didn't know if it was his dislike of the 'Rebels' and their policies, or if it was the fact that he would get good, reliable work, yet he did know that he was glad to be here. His mind was made up - after he got the necessary bacta first and refilled his kolto tank, he would enlist. He looked around for a medical supply shop - for some reason, he remembered them to be a bit easier to find before now. It always seemed to be his type of luck - only there for him when his very life was on the line. Sure, his injuries weren't life threatening, and with a heavy reliance on the force, Mellik could walk just fine with a bit of a limp... yet he didn't want to rely on it so much when he could easily find a more efficient alternative.
"Times like this, I wish I knew how to use the force to heal, but that would be too easy, wouldn't it? Figures..."
Mellik sighed again at his own thoughts. With a small bit of limping, he stumbled upon a tidy and sterile-looking office building - if anything was any more over-the-top sterile than this place, it would be a bacta warehouse. Mellik limped on inside past the sliding door and up to the front desk - it sure looked like a store; had everything short of a personal pharmacy.
"Hello sir, I was wondering if you could tell me the exchange rate out here for Core World Credits?"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 5, 2017 22:42:24 GMT -8
A series of rifles clicking were heard before the man at the desk turned to look at Mellik. The moment the figure turned, the supposed desk clerk was wearing an Imperial uniform. Behind Mellik, in a full crescent, was a squad of fully armed Stormtroopers as well as a pair of Imperial Knights. The Corporal, from the badges upon his person, looks rather plainly at the sudden intrusion from someone who had recently been cleared to land on Muunilist, not the former trading port of High Port that stood as a major military facility for the First Order. The Corporal reaches over, keying a button beside him, which called forth a higher ranking officer; this time a Major.
=Unnamed Major=
You have about a 30 second moment to explain why you are here, visitor, and why you landed at the military installation of High Port and not where you were cleared to land. And don't think about running, I have soldiers moving to confiscate your vessel. Now speak!
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Post by Mellik Umarov on Mar 6, 2017 1:02:44 GMT -8
"You point all those guns, just for me? I'm flattered."
Mellik openly grinned at the guns pointed toward him. He was no stranger to looking down the barrel of a gun, yet he wasn't trying to get shot in the mouth either. He quickly cleared his throat.
"I'm here to enlist, sir."
Mellik could practically see the looks of the stormtroopers' faces, were it not for their helmets. They were unsure of how to respond to a statement as bold as his, some even slightly lowered their weapons, yet not all, and certainly not the major.
"And be careful with that ship; it has an AI that's not very friendly to strangers. You let me enlist, and we won't have that problem - not that I'm in a position to bargain *ahem* sir."
With that said, Mellik tossed over his pistol that was clipped to his belt to the major, as well as his lightsaber. He felt that if these soldiers saw that he was defenseless, they would be more willing to listen to him, as opposed to aim at him. Still, enough blasters were aimed at him for him to be nervous.
"See? I've literally disarmed myself before you. So you know I'm not trying to kill or betray anyone here. That, and I can offer you a decent bit of Core World Credits for any spare bacta you've got..."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 9, 2017 12:29:02 GMT -8
The Major nods to a couple Stormtroopers who appraoch Meliik, taking his weapons off the ground and confiscating them. Another pair approach, with one keeping his blaster leveled as the intruder, while his partner checks Meliik's person for anything he may be hiding. The Stormtrooper gives the all clear signal and both withdraw. The Major glances at the stranger for a moment before turning to the Corporal.
Get him admitted to the medical ward for examination and treatment. I need to contact the Supreme Commander or the High Marshal about this.
The Corporal nods as the Major departs for now. A few moments later, a medical droid and several personnel come. Meliik would soon be escorted out of the lounge area to another hallway as they took him to the building's medical facility. A group of Stormtroopers remain present at all times as Meliik is taken away to be examined. The droid assures Umarov that the Major would be in contact with them shortly once he got a hold of the necessary superiors.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 17, 2017 15:27:19 GMT -8
The void of space was what greeted Nicademus Delvardus as he stood within a conference room alone, except for some idle guards, gazing outward at the stars. He had come to see the special operations being done in training the Imperial Knights and other First Order Special Forces battalions. All reports showed good results and were met with great approval by their CO. Yet something pulled Nicademus gaze at the lonely and endless space alone afterwards. His hands clasped behind his back as the Imperial stood idle and silently. Something had been on his mind recently, his brain an never-ending machine of thought and plots. And that something made him look out at space.
Stormtrooper, what is the time presently?
His voice came out of nowhere and caused some of his guards to snap to attention. They weren't sure who needed to reply, since he didn't state their serial number. And neither of them expected such rather idle words to come forth. Yet one boldly stepped forth to answer the Supreme Commander's question.
It is presently 1500 hours, Sir. Just clicked over.
Thank you, trooper.
What had made their Supreme Commander ask such a question? For a split second, they wondered if Nicademus was planning to move on to something else, yet he remained as ever in the place he took since entering the room. The Imperial exhales deeply, thinking further upon what was on his mind. What came would shock his troopers, never realizing their CO would even ask them such a personal question.
Tell me, do any of you have family?
One of the helmets of the Stormtroopers turns slightly.
Sir?
Nicademus turns to the trio with him, giving them a serious look.
I just asked if any of you have family.
The Stormtroopers look at each other, shrugging a moment before relaxing their stances. In turn, each of them spoke of their backgrounds, talking about their families. The oldest had a wife, married ten years, with three children; a son and two girls. The middle stormtrooper, closer in age to the oldest, was engaged and had a father and mother who lived on Bastion. The youngest of the trio, who had answered the Supreme Commander before, said he was presently seeing someone from the Imperial Medical Facility on Muunilist for the past few years.
After the last one spoke, Nicademus offers a slight smile.
So have you all thought of legacies for them?
Sir?
Nicademus turns away after the question, looking once more at space. His mind once more pondering upon the thoughts within his mind. The word legacy sort of echoed within his mind, a word that seemed to relate to his thoughts and plots that swam through his mind.
Nothing, trooper. Nothing at all.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on May 19, 2017 20:14:38 GMT -8
* An alert would reach the supreme commander of a new holo message from his Hand. A small blue hologram would appear with Thrakk delivering the news of the crisis on Mygeeto taken care of. *
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 19, 2017 20:22:48 GMT -8
Despite being disappointed that his rare moment of silence was invaded, the Supreme Commander walks over to a nearby table, switching the hologram on to see Lord Thrakk standing before him. He knew that the Sith's appearance meant that Mygeeto was pacified once more.
How did our new recruit perform, Lord Thrakk? To the satisfactory of the First Order I hope.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on May 19, 2017 22:07:10 GMT -8
* Thrakk's holo image shows his right hand go to his chin in a moment of thought before speaking, then he looks back up to the Supreme Commander *
" His direction was a bit passive for my liking, but his results where satisfactory. I would not recommend him to be apart of what I do for you and the First Order, but he still has his uses. "
* Thrakk paces slightly back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back and continues to speak *
" If I may Supreme Commander, with the Knights of Ren being out on campaign and the recent treachery of the Imperial Knights. I request that I be placed back at your side until you require my services else where. The First Order depends on your leadership, and as your Hand I think it best that I protect you personally until these looming threats subside "
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 20, 2017 16:56:24 GMT -8
Nicademus sighs lightly, all too aware of the recent betrayal with the Imperial Knight, Aeryn, who had mysteriously disappeared before the Sack of Dantooine.
Some reports had come in from Ossus, indicating that the former Knight was leading the defense against the raid upon that planet. It wasn't the first time this had happened nor would it be the last.
Not all the Knights of Ren are away nor are all the Imperials traitors, yet I will not deny your valuable advice as my Hand. I will allow you to return to Muunilist.
Tell Admiral Pellaeon that I wish to see him at the earliest convenience as well, Lord Thrakk. There are future operations where he will be of use.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on May 22, 2017 3:19:03 GMT -8
* Thrakk bows slightly *
" At once my Lord "
* The hologram fades away *
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 23, 2017 9:53:40 GMT -8
The Supreme Commander is notified immediately of the arrival of Mr. Bateman. Nicademus gazes out from where he stood at High Port, watching as the CR90 Corvette came bearing someone all too familiar to the Imperial from his short tenure as Galactic Emperor. Those days were long gone and, if this person had come, unaware of the First Order, then he was not aware at all of the Exodus Protocol enacted by Nicademus after the dissolution of the Galactic Empire. Nicademus would leave the conference room, walking down the long hallways and levels of High Port to the designated hangar where the envoy was permitted to land. With him, in attendance, was his brother, Artemis Delvardus, a score of Imperial Knights and a handful of Stormtroopers. More security forces were being thrown into the hangar as a display of the First Order's prowess and prestige, upon the Supreme Commander's order. Not too much mind you, but enough to display the pride of the First Order. He takes the last turbolift down to the hangar bay, keeping a distance and away from sight till the corvette landed and their party disembarked.
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Post by Atia on May 23, 2017 11:02:48 GMT -8
The corvette landed on the designated area. As the ramp lowered accompanied by the usual steam and light, the glory of the empire was visible. The military parade-like show gave the Droid Bateman the feels of being home. Of course, it was only his programming mimicking such thoughts but some kind of warm and fuzzy feeling did take over somewhere where his stomach should be. He decided when he returns, he would have himself checked out.
He walked down the ramp with the self-confidence of a successful 80 year old. Slowly but with dedication. He wore a nice suit. The old man walked down, followed by a gorgious yellow Twilek. She wore a black suit with a shawl, just like her droid. She looked like Batemans assistant exactly. A good business couple. The were unarmed but should extensive scans be made upon them,three things would be relieved. One, the twileks left eye is not real and her neck had a slaves collar with a voice modulator on it, hidden by the shawl. The last but pretty much not the least, imperial scanners making sure no weapons or other equipment can come close to the emperor or his closest would most likely find the fact interesting that Bateman is actually a Human Replica Droid. If, they now would have the equipment to scan for such things.
They descended the ramp, both radiating confidence, but only one the start of joint arthritis.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on May 23, 2017 12:19:39 GMT -8
* A black Resurgence class Star Destroyer comes out of hyper space over the Planet. Thrakk stands on the bridge in front of the main view port and looks out at High Port which was still many miles away. The Hand of the First Order tells his bridge commander to keep the ship in a defensive position and maintain its place in high orbit, while supply shuttles are sent down to the surface for restock. Thrakk tells his officers on the Bridge that he wants the entire ship looked over and to make sure that everything was in proper condition and battle ready. Turning on his heel, Thrakk leaves for the hanger bay and after a few minutes boards his personal shuttle and preps to leave for High Port*
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 23, 2017 12:46:38 GMT -8
The corvette landed on the designated area. As the ramp lowered accompanied by the usual steam and light, the glory of the empire was visible. The military parade-like show gave the Droid Bateman the feels of being home. Of course, it was only his programming mimicking such thoughts but some kind of warm and fuzzy feeling did take over somewhere where his stomach should be. He decided when he returns, he would have himself checked out.
He walked down the ramp with the self-confidence of a successful 80 year old. Slowly but with dedication. He wore a nice suit. The old man walked down, followed by a gorgious yellow Twilek. She wore a black suit with a shawl, just like her droid. She looked like Batemans assistant exactly. A good business couple. The were unarmed but should extensive scans be made upon them,three things would be relieved. One, the twileks left eye is not real and her neck had a slaves collar with a voice modulator on it, hidden by the shawl. The last but pretty much not the least, imperial scanners making sure no weapons or other equipment can come close to the emperor or his closest would most likely find the fact interesting that Bateman is actually a Human Replica Droid. If, they now would have the equipment to scan for such things.
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Post by Atia on May 23, 2017 13:18:59 GMT -8
-Bateman Omega-
"One might nearly think it is programming, Sir."
He said, bowing. The Twilek followed the old man in turn. Funny thing about the twilek was that scanners also found her right hand to be augmented. The hand bones were replaced by cybernetics, made from a lightsaber resistant material. If there was anyone around whom could sense a force sensitive, they would be sure that the woman was. A strong one too.
-Bateman Omega-
"There are always good business opportunities in imperial space, my Lord. Business of all kinds. I have always believed that a central goverment is needed for order and progress, and only in order and progress can economy be stimulated."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 23, 2017 14:36:39 GMT -8
Muunilist was a husk of its former glory due a raid by Mandalorian fanatics.
The Supreme Commander knew the true purpose behind the raid and what their aim was. In fact, he was the only one alive now, within the First Order, that knew of this. Nonetheless, the resulting instability gave him and his troops a perfect opportunity to rebuild Muunilist with new Imperial vestige and forge the First Order. Yet the scars of the IGBC treachery remained, resulting in anti-alien laws and suppression measures against Muuns, especially those suspected of former loyalties.
A progressive economy is what was achieved, especially when the IGBC was smashed, their organization forcefully dissolved, their leadership executed and the pool of assets confiscated by my government. Mariunhus and High Port were cleansed of the IGBC's influences and revised with Imperial vestiges. Even their old headquarters at Harnaidan was demolished to make way for a proper government complex... all for the sake of a better future under the First Order banners.
The First Order revitalized the entirety of Imperial Space in order to draw upon the deep ties to the Empire within this sector. As a result, a number of commoners and nobles alike flocked to his banner, ensuring an ever-growing pool of eager recruits and devoted officers. Nicademus had the Imperial Civil Services to thank for their efforts in tapping into the long dormant resources of the Imperial Sector.
Now what brings you here, Mr. Bateman. You are a man of business, I know, so tell what it is you want.
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