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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 22:50:53 GMT -8
*Bin Prime was the capital city of Balmorra.*
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Post by Ramiel Diux on May 14, 2013 16:40:56 GMT -8
From his office near the very top of the tower, Furian looked out of the skyline. The sun had just set and the lights of the city illuminated it with a melancholic glow. Despite the great advances it had made since the War, the scars from the massive rebellion on the planet were still quite visible, especially to him now atop his great vantage point. Although his eyes seemed to be surveying the darkening city, his mind was focused beyond it, on matters which concerned both this city, this planet and many others which were both near and far to this one.
Many conflicts were brewing, in the dark corners of the Galaxy hatred, disgust, and loathing were forming and it would lead to the eventual overflow of emotions and tension. This would set the Galaxy into a spin, with the great factions in a whirlwind of conflict, the rest of the Galaxy would be sucked in or trampled in neglect. Light, dark, grey, no matter your affiliation you would feel the impact of what was to come. Furian knew it, and needn't feel it in the Force, which he did overwhelmingly. Yes, whether you felt the Force or not, it was certain that the coming war would have it's own proper influence on you. What was more the question, was whether or not dark would begin to collide with dark, and if that would be the ultimate downfall of their side. Who knew? Furian could not see the answer in the cloud, not at this time anyways, though he knew that focusing too much on seeing what was ahead was the perfect way to have the future sneak up and smack him in the face as it would be what he was not watching and expecting which would occur.
Nevertheless, he had to keep a forward oriented mind, while dealing with the present. He was entrusted with this planet's efficiency, and it's ability to support their goals and needs, something he knew that he would accomplish. This was because if he didn't there would be much more dire circumstances awaiting him, ones which would take place much sooner than the future he was trying to predict.
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Post by Randolph Beviin on Jun 7, 2013 17:56:34 GMT -8
Jacques was feeling happy. He had been recently promoted to the regional manager of his local firm, he had made more progress in regards to his job in the past four months than in the past four years. The walk home though was a miserable one, a biting fog had come down from the sea making visibility almost nothing and judging by the salty taste it was close. Reaching into his bag he took out a dried Star Wars equivalent to a turnip; biting into variously it he stopped dead in his tracks enjoying the taste of the food.
Jacques raised the last of the food to his mouth and finished it.
Then he was laying on his back on the trampled snow, staring blankly up to the dull sky. There had been no sense of time. No sense of falling. No sense of pain. The only feeling was shock; a sensation that someone had managed to sneak up on him and manage to smash him in the chest with a heavy mallet. He was aware that his feet were kicking and twitching. It felt odd, as though his feet belonged to someone else. With gloves that were filled with iron Jacques reached up to carefully touch the numb center of his chest, his hands grabbing onto a metallic object protruding from his chest.
He suddenly felt very cold.
A full four hundred meters to the southwest a tall sniper in a top hat lowered his repeating crossbow. The metallic bolt had done its work, he had seen the bolt do its work dropping the man to the ground. He knew the man wasn't going to go far with a wound like that. Good shooting he mumbled to himself.
The shooter was looked to be about 25 with long flowing locks and a matching goatee. He stood seven foot six inches and wore a tanned leather tench coat to hide his massive frame. Removing his top hat he twirled it in his hands admiring the six bullets on it.
Confused Jacques pulled off his gauntlets and again felt the numb patch in the middle of his chest. He felt chilled, despite his fingers encountering a sticky wet warmth. Disbelievingly he held his hand in front of his face. It was dripping with blood, as though it had been thrust into the belly of a slaughtered animal Is this... His words faded .
As he lay on his side he saw the ever growing pool of crimson growing around him. The numbess was fading away to be replaced with that of a dull ache, he reached up again to feel the bolt in his chest and near his chest shattered ribs. He could dimly make out a figure almost half a kilometer away Rachell? His last thoughts was that his wife had come to meet him on the way home.
Of course it was not her, but rather Randolph. The Shi'ido walked towards his now dead target slowly His grey eyes were so amazing. Like the moon in the middle of the night; they raked the road and the body making sure no one was there to see him. He had grown accustomed to this body, and rather fond of it. Leaving the bolt in the chest he smiled down at the man before taking his hammer and smashing the head to a pulp. Brain matter going everywhere he kicked it off his boot, before walking away into the night.
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Post by Glade on Nov 27, 2013 18:13:42 GMT -8
*Fueled by the anger of the thought that his master possibly didn't care, or even exist, Glade almost charged into The Minor's Mug looking for a Sith to "fight". Glade didn't expect the fight to last long, he had been trained in some of the highest martial arts. As the firrerreo entered the room, he glanced around quickly looking over the Cantina his eyes falling on someone sitting at the bar with his hood up.
Looked Sith enough for Glade, he walked forward, boots thumping against the floor, knocking over a chair or two as he focused on his target, his being upset was blinding his judgment that the had always learned to use over the years. He walked up till he was behind the hooded figure and reached for the figure's shoulder preparing to spin them around plant an armored fist in their face.*
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Nov 27, 2013 18:29:46 GMT -8
Furian had decided to unwind with a drink after all of this management and responsibility. He had still been in charge for only 6 months, though the learning curve that he had experienced during that time was incredible. He had brought a datapad to continue to look over reports and figures with regards to the Legion's activities and interactions with the civilian populace, determining the level of trust that had been placed in them by the population and the level of acceptance they were receiving. This was a very important facet, as if the population did not accept or support them, then when this war came to their doorstep, he knew that they could be facing a rebellion by the populace which could join the attacking side and make the battle near impossible to win.
The thoughts and ideas swirled around in his head, just as the pleasant buzz of his drink did. Enjoying the burn n the release of chemicals in his brain to allow him to relax, Furian sat back a bit to take a tiny break while he sipped at the drink. Then on top of this there was the development of Lord Diux' new apprentice. It brought a slight grin to his lips, knowing what the man was going through and why Lord Diux had him going through it. Although he didn't know the entirety of it, he was extensively briefed by Lord Diux on the situation, particularly the role that Furian would be taking in his development. It was almost as if Furian was his guide through his apprenticeship under Lord Diux. Despite it being added pressure on him with the governing of the planet, Furian welcomed the opportunity as it allowed for him to develop his teaching and mentoring skills, though not having to take on his own apprentice to do it. It was a great chance to develop his abilities, while also serving and proving himself to Lord Diux.
Then he felt it, the coming of the new individual. It was strong and Furian knew why Lord Diux had taken him on. It was almost also unfair that Furian knew what was going on, and likely why he could almost taste the anger in the air from the apprentice. However, as he knew that the young one had been tasked to fight another Sith, and he had likely caught on that the message was nearly a cookie cutter of an apprentice's teachings, Furian knew that this one would be easy to manipulate and fight, blinded by rage and letting his emotions take over him. The lesson was to show him he had emotions to fuel him and to see how he dealt with them in combat, though whether he was able to harness and control them was yet to be seen. He heard the heavy footsteps and felt the hand on his shoulder, turning him around hard. Furian grinned as his orange eyes blazed, so far he had let his emotions harness him.
Letting the hand spin him around as if he was being caught by surprise, his upper body turned quick, his feet quickly finding the ground underneath him. Letting the force of the turn wind him up, he used that momentum and his own power to launch his left hand forward as he spun, slamming it towards the man's throat, while his right hand came up to grab onto the the wrist at his shoulder. A split second after his body squared off and his hand launched out like a curled viper, his left foot shot forward to vicious connect with the side of the man's right knee.
His saber still on his belt, Furian looked into the aggressor Sith's eyes as he spoke, his voice tainted by the dark side, though calm for the situation.
"Not exactly the way one should greet another? Is it?"The grin on his lips belied his knowledge of the situation and conveyed that he knew exactly what was going on.
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Post by Glade on Nov 27, 2013 18:55:05 GMT -8
Glade was not expecting how quickly Furian could move and suffered for his lack of cautious as Furian's body whipped around reaching for his throat. Glade brought his hand currently in mid punch down too barely push Furian's hand away from his throat, but didn't have enough time to react to the hand grabbing onto his wrist. The Firrerreo suddenly felt a shock of pain slam into his knee as Furian's foot smashed into his right leg.
Glade's battle instincts kicked in from the pain, as adrenaline pumped into his system. His eyes closed and his face displayed struggle as his muscles tightened. Glade used the momentum of the kick to spin, twisting his left arm, angling the side of his wrist towards the weakest point of Furians grip, where the thumb and fingers met. As he broke free, Glade rolled away from the Sith and slammed into some chairs at the nearby table. He stood up in a hurry tossing one of the chairs out of his way.
Glade stared at Furian, he knew that Furian was faster and better trained. He was a Sith Lord, but Glade also knew that this fight was for more than simple pride. It was for a code that would continue his training and his only chance to meet the person who could give him real power. The Firrerreo kept his eyes glued on the face of Furian, hoping to anticipate any movement that the Sith would try. Glade's gaze picked up on the slight smilie on Furian's face as he spoke.
I guess you know why I am here then....
Glade ran forward towards Furian, grabbing a nearby chair with his right hand, and placing his left hand on a table he threw the chair at Furian's lower half and then jumped pushing off with his left foot and using his hand to give him a greater height as he brought his right foot around aiming it for a horizontal kick to Furian's left temple.
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Nov 27, 2013 18:57:52 GMT -8
The young Sith was quick to be able to intercept his strike to the throat, though not so much as his foot connected with his knee. The pain was evident in his face as he cringed, though his reactionary move was quick enough as he spun around, using leverage to free himself from Furian grip on his wrist and spun into a table and some chairs. The Firrerreo had caught on to his knowledge and responded in kind to which Furian merely nodded. He was quicker still to press his attack, a nearby chair soon flying at his lower half while Furian had noticed his hand placed on the table to give him aid in his acrobatics. It was something he would learn to do through the Force in time, though for the moment it showed a good ability to improvise and adapt tot he situation.
The chair flew in, though as Furian had time to react to it he merely let the Force settle into his body and his muscles as he sidestepped it to his right. The bar was to his rear and thus he was unable to easily or nimbly move backwards, leaving him only the option of direct counter attack. His mind scrolled through options before settling on a particularly fun one. As the chair smashed into the bar to Furian's left and the high kick flew incoming, Furian ducked underneath the incoming blow, rising like lightning just as it passed over head. Then reaching out with both hands, he moved to grab onto the leg at the ankle.
Grinning now, Furian began the footwork of spinning in his own right. Moving to do a full 360 and add to the momentum that the kick had already generated, Furian would swing the Firrerreo fully around then quickly release as he was almost in the same spot as he had started. The result being that he was flung viciously into the opposite wall, while Furian relished in the Force pumping through him.
He should have known this before, it was the perfect thing to clear him mind and let him keep focus. Battle was something that was pure and simple. After this he would be fresh and ready to tackle the problems the planet faced, though first he needed to attend to this young Sith's first trial.
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Post by Glade on Nov 27, 2013 19:06:58 GMT -8
Glade's right foot was rushing through the air aiming at Furian's head. He watched as Furian moved quickly side stepping the chair and was suddenly beneath his leg. Glade watched in almost slow motion as Furian grabbed hold of his leg and began the footwork to spin the Firrerreo.
Glade felt the pressure on his leg at Furian grabbed ahold of it. He felt the blood start to fill is his head as the force of his body being spun around began to grow. His sides felt as if they were strecthing from the force as he watched the bar fly underneath him. Suddenly the pressure on his legs was gone and he felt a new sensation of flying backwards over tables and chairs. He felt a shock against his back as he hit the wall and his vision went black.
Glade heard a whirrinng sound as a computer came back to life and his HUD rebooted. He opened his eyes and picked himself up off the floor, looking back at the wall where a large impression and several cracks now strecthed outward from where he hit.
Shaking off the dizzyness, Glade planned too use another tactic of distraction that he favored. As he walked back towards Furian he grabbed a half empty bottle off of one of the tables he was walking past. The Firrerreo locked his eyes onto Furian and tossed the bottle into the air, aiming it to land right in front of or slightly behind Furian. As soon as the bottle release from his fingers he broke into a run, reaching with his left hand into the right side of his robes withdrawing one of the several knives he carried. With a fluid motion he brought his left arm back out and threw it towards Furian's stomach, which was followed by his right hand reaching for another and flinging it towards Furian's legs, a split second later Glade jumped onto a chair that was to his right without breaking the stride of his run and jumped onto the table in front of it, then used the table to launched himself into the air. When he had reached the peak of his height Glade reached for his last two blades and threw them with all his force towards Furian's chest. If all ended as planned, he would land two feet in front of where Furian was standing.
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Nov 27, 2013 19:07:36 GMT -8
As he had flung his opponent to the far wall, he grinned as he hit and cracked into the solid foundation. As the man slumped down to the floor, he took the few moments to ready himself. He had no doubt that Lord Diux would recruit a potential so weak that would fail or quit after such a short exchange and thus he readied himself for his opponent's next move. By now most of the other patrons had either left or moved to the outer circle of the duel to watch and relish in combat between this newcomer and their appointed leader.
As the man slowly rose again, he took a second to gain his feet and Furian readied himself for the potential incoming barrage. As the bottle was grasped and tossed up, Furian had seen the tactic before, grinning as he knew exactly how to deal with the distraction. Letting his left hand rise as the bottle was floating in the air towards him, he enjoyed the feeling of the Force surge through his core and arm to expulse a Force Push at the man. The result being the blasting of the bottle, and by association the incoming knives back at his opponent as he was stepping up onto the table.
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Post by Glade on Nov 27, 2013 23:03:51 GMT -8
As Glade was stepping onto the table he grinnned, his over developed canine teeth showing. His right foot pushed off the table which rocked under the force of holding his weight. "I got hi... aw Sithspit" The Firrerreo watched as Furian raised his arm and release the force coming from his body, sending the bottle and knives back at Glade. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Glade watched the bottle fly past his head, then he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left arm and right leg which was followed by the feeling of air leaving his lungs as he hit what felt like a brick wall. Glade was thrown backwards again, crashing to the ground and sliding into a couple of chairs.
Glade laid still, staring at the ceiling.I can't lose. Not like this. Even if it kills me, I will get that code and contiue my trainingDetermination set in as Glade stood up, and fell to his knees. The pain surged through his right leg. He looked down to see a handle of his own knife protruding from his right leg about six inches above his knee. He reached down and grasped the handle with both hands and grimaced as he slid it from his leg. He dropped it to the ground and did the same with his left arm. The blades fell to the ground, landing with a metallic ring. Glade slowly got to his feet, putting his weight on his left leg he limped forwards towards Furian, using his right hand to hold his left shoulder trying to ease the pain. As Glade reached Furian he bowed as to admit defeat then mentally spoke to himself. *NOW* The Firrerreo surged forward aiming his already lowered head directly towards Furian's stomach, which would be followed up by a upper cut to the jaw hoping to take Furian completely by surprise.
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Nov 28, 2013 13:15:32 GMT -8
As Furian watched the apprentice flip end over end, propelled backwards by the force of the Push, he let a smirk adorn his face. The trial of combat, making an apprentice fight a full Sith was already an unfair situation, though with the mental state that the apprentice was put in prior to, almost because of the trial, was what either made or break them. Furian knew this and he let it guide his actions, moving and fighting in a manner that both would assert his dominance over the young one, showing him how much still had to learn, as well as forcing him to either bottle up and repress his feelings and emotions, or letting them out to restrict or hinder his ability in combat. Furian could feel the apprentice's emotions growing and wondered if the point was coming soon, and also if he would use it as a blind rage or, or tactically.
As the apprentice hobbled to stand before him, Furian stood wondering what kind of angle he was playing at. He did not seem the type to bow before someone to admit defeat. No. He seemed more the type to fight to his last breath to gain strength. He was definitely playing at something, though emotions did not bely this, so he was either repressing them, or he was-
Furian felt the jab of the man's head just as he let the smirk grow wider. He had planned it out and let his mind prevail with a well planned attack. As the man then straightened up, Furian felt the short clip of his fist on the right side of his jaw as he had only been able to avoid some of the uppercut by leaning back instinctually. It had started now, and hopefully with the smell of blood, Furian would be able to have this apprentice ploughing forward to pursue the taste of victory.
Letting his body return to combat and spring into action, Furian stepped quick to his left, raising his right knee to shove it viciously into the apprentice's ribcage. Setting the foot back down, he let the movement start off his momentum as he spun into action, raising his left arm and closing the distance to slam his left elbow into the back of the man's head then sliding forward, possible cutting, as it followed through to finish near his right temple. Finishing off his combination, his hips returned back again to give him the momentum of the twist as he brought his right hand forward to launch hard into the man's right temple. Let's see how he reacts tot he counter attack, and the emotions that come with it.
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Post by Glade on Nov 29, 2013 10:50:30 GMT -8
As Glade felt his attacks hit their mark and new sense of adrenaline came over his body. He had finally gotten through Furian's defenses and now the young Ferrerreo had a foothold on possible victory. His mind almost ignored the pain of his previous injuries and he began to role his body away from the oncoming knee, but although he didn't feel the pain, the damage was already done and he was slower than before. The knee contacted his ribs, but not completely as Glade had been able to move to the left slightly. The pain hadn't registered yet as he used the force of the knee to bring his head back up from the earlier attack and turned to look just as Furian's elbow slammed into the side of his face.
Glade took the hit and stumbled back to his feet and turned facing Furian. He grinned and spit a mixture of blood and spit onto the floor next to him. His right side felt as if a rib may have been cracked, if he was gonna win this fight he would have to ignore the pain and work around the fact that his body was limited nowGlade took a step forward towards Furian and planted his feet. He grimaced as he worked past the pain of his side and right leg as he spun his body 360 degrees to the right. Mid spin his right foot left the floor and he brought it up in what would look like a kick towards Furian' head, but when Glade was three quarters through the spin he bent his left knee and dropped his right foot down aiming towards Furian's right ankle. If Furian dodged the attack Glade was prepared to stand and aim a punch towards Furian's chest, but if Furian fell Glade would bring his fist down into Furian's stomach.
The whole time this attack was unfolding one thing was going through the Firrerreo's mind. "I hit him once, I can hit him again."
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Nov 30, 2013 17:42:11 GMT -8
Furian was curious to note that although his knee connected fairly solidly with the young one's core, he did not seem to feel it, nor was he really phased by the attack. However it was as he had turned his face and caught the full brunt of the elbow straight in the chops that he was sent reeling back and was slightly stunned. He had recovered fairly quickly mind you, beginning to spin, which caused Furian to let a small grin spread across his lips as he knew the several techniques that could be launched from such a move, having done so himself before with mixed results.
The spin was likely a precursor to a strike, with this range leaving him to resort to a punch, elbow, knee or kick. Given how far away they were the lack of power he would gain by distance and reach required would put a punch at a disadvantage, while he could rule out a knee or elbow entirely due to lack of close proximity between the two. Thus he was left with the one logical option, and then one that he was guessing it would be in the first place. A kick.
Knowing the required body dynamics for a kick, Furian stepped in close, foiling the attempt of the kick as his opponent's knee impacted him anticlimactically in the hip, shoving hard but causing no real damage or effect. However, the potential damage came from Furian, as he loaded up while he moved in. As he knew that it would have been his opponent's right leg that would deliver the kick, based on the direction of the spin, he stepped in and had moved his left arm under where the leg would have been. Then stepping in past and hooking his opponent's left leg with Furian's right, he shoved forward hard and attempted the throw the young one down with a single leg hook takedown. The result would be the two collapsing to the ground, though Furian would be on top and was coming down hard with his right elbow dropping with his body weight and gravity into the young one's sternum and solar plexus.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Dec 20, 2017 18:17:35 GMT -8
Balmorrans reacted rather well to new Empire, the local government had someone else to blame for local problems, the manufacturers had a consistent and rather wealthy customer to whom they could sell their products. The local FO forces had been rather decent at securing the local space and cracking down on illegal gun runners,
returning most of the profits to the legal economy and further incentivizing cleaner production methods, as well as building several atmospheric scrubbers near the largest pollution sources, to help mitigate their impact on the planet.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 3, 2018 5:15:15 GMT -8
With the resurgent purpose of the First Order, secret orders from Imperial High Command were passed down to Balmorran Arms, an important industry within this region and within the First Order's grasp. Despite its production of a line of gargantuan-sized droids, the military-grade company still produced AT-STs, more recently the newer models that had been made for the Imperial armies. With the orders from above given, the production lines began to surge forth with the production of the new AT-ATs for the First Order. Something was happening, thought the Balmorran Arms CEO, he had never gotten an order of this magnitude before...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2019 9:58:29 GMT -8
Balmorraan Arms importance to the First Order made ensuring that it's operations continued smoothly was a priority for Balmorra's Planetary Governor, Kuonrat Grobe, and so among the first things he had done when assuming his role was meet with the company's CEO to establish a relationship while also surreptitiously determining whether there was any concerns that the man harbored any political views that would necessitate he be replaced. Happily for all involved, Kuonrat quickly learned that the CEO was solely motivated by accruing personal wealth and enjoying those things that it afforded him and his family; that Kuonrat and his wife, Elvire, came to enjoy the CEO and his spouse's company was a happy byproduct of their initial meetings.
After an evening spent dining and attending an opera performance with the CEO of Balmorra Arms and his wife, Kuonrat and Elvire had returned to their home in Bin Prime, discussing plans for the next day, which would involve meetings with First Order military leaders and Civil Affairs officers. Life on Balmorra has proven to be rather enjoyable for Kuonrad and Elvire thusfar, the demands of his position not so great that they have not found time to socialize and enjoy the arts that they possess a shared interest in.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 8:54:08 GMT -8
Holding her badge up for the uniformed patrolmen keeping the press away from the crime scene, Detective Kazimiera Mazur steps through the holoprojected tape behind them after they wave her through. Putting her hands into the pockets of her trench coat, Kazia approaches the body of the victim, surrounded by lights and the crime scene technicians that set the lights up, while taking in overall feel of the alley, located at the back entrance of a popular nightclub.
"Just like the other two," Kazia's partner, Borys Wojcik, says when she steps up beside where he is crouching beside the body.
"Got us a serial, Kazia sighs, not surprised by the sight of the virtually headless body carefully posed laying on its back with its arms crossed over its chest just as though it were laying in a coffin in the middle of the alley, the fact that the security cam in the alley will be broken, or the fact that there are no signs of a struggle near the body. Kazia had been all but certain that they were dealing a serial killer after the second victim turned up, head crushed to a pulp in an alleyway behind an upscale playhouse, and so a third victim only makes it official. Got an I.D.?"
"Witold Kozlowski, Borys replies, answering what he knows will be the followup questions, Fit, successful, single, rich. Just like the others."
"Any case breaking links between him and the others besides the manner of death and the posing?"
Shaking his head with a chuckle, Borys says, "Nothing yet. Wanna bet there's no trace on the vic or anywhere on the scene?"
Not bothering answering the question, Kazia says, "Let's go talk to the club owners, get the cam footage before it was broken and from in the club. Maybe we'll get lucky, see the vic with someone we recognize from the hours of footage we've been through on the other cases."
Snorting to express his feelings about the possibility they will find their perp by something simple like cam footage, Borys stands up and tells the coroner, "Comm us as soon as the autopsy is complete, and then follows Kazia inside the club, wondering aloud, Why crush the heads postmortem?"
"Compulsion, part of the ritual maybe, Kazia replies, adding after a moment, Or for some reason we haven't thought of yet."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 30, 2020 7:16:59 GMT -8
On Balmorra, Bin Prime was among the many worlds that celebrated the return of Coruscant and its transition to an Imperial Capital. The planet of Balmorra had long been of Imperial allegiance and sentiment, given its rulers. Its factories of Balmorran Arms supplied many AT-ST walkers. Their battle droid models, namely the SD series, weren't heavily replied upon compared to previous Empires. The Emperor had a certain disdain towards inorganic soldiers, though these models were still constructed for private security nonetheless. There would always be a market for such battle droids, even if the leader did not particularly enjoy the sight of them.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Jul 11, 2020 3:47:48 GMT -8
The many numerous factories of Balmorra, ground on in their production night and day. Their smoke stacks spitting polluted miasma into the sky. The Giant earth working machines mined the ferrous mineral-rich crust of the planet. In the city, a number of metal-eating parasites constantly chewed on buildings and civil servants constantly were restoring and maintaining exposed metal-works.
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Post by Standash Thul on Sept 25, 2020 8:59:59 GMT -8
The industrial world had a new overseer. Grand Moff Standash Thul had been given the oversite. New administrators were raised up to see that the world continued to produce at the level the First Order needed from it. Some of the pervious administration were retained and promoted as well. She had hoped to use the factories to put into production the designs for military equipment coming out of Carida, the partnership was one of the things that had Standash most excited.
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