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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Feb 26, 2013 22:51:04 GMT -8
Caamas was a highly populated and marsh-covered Core World in the Cirius system, the second planet orbiting the star Cirius.
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Seleevan Khar
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Sept 21, 2013 9:22:25 GMT -8
*The fleet was going through the needed checks, repairs, maintence, human resources maintence and plain rest after the battle. Caamas was chosen to be just that, because its aligience was... well, pretty much unknown to say the truth. They have not shown any interest in the galactical deelings and doings and Nemesis Triton would not care much for Caamas either.
The beast of Vortex was calmly sitting in a conference room, actually the very same conference room aboard the Juvex in witch O'Niel had a talk with the Admiral. It was where General O'Niel was taken again, an officer asked him to go in, and told him he has fifteen minutes with his holyness and that he would NOT mention the beak. Then, he was pushed through a door, and alone with someone that was supposed to be... a god.
The little information during their travel, what O'Niel could get together about his host/captor was that he was a magical being somehow, died once, and now he is a the god of the Vor people, and supposedly, a sith.
The vor sitting in the conference room, with a five course dinner in front and a bottle of wine (only one set of dinner mind you, his own) was huge. Not hulking, more like towering. Thin in comparison to his height, and well dressed. Silken white robe with golden embroderies, and a datapad in the left hand, reading reports.
he had a huge beak.*
"General O'Niel, you wanted some answers. Concerning?"
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 10, 2013 11:18:25 GMT -8
The trip thus far had not been so bad. Although they were not treated poorly, they still had little reason to trust the man who claimed their salvation. They had been treated like high ranking individuals, which in O'niels case wasn't far off. The general had seen more combat than most see in a dozen life times. Personally he found the idea ridiculas, why would the Empire betray him? Walking into the room he was about to walk in barking questions, the beak however stopped him.
He was after all just an Imperial and they were xenophobic but this was on a different level. Near humans were one things, so long as they looked similar to the base line. The beak and the rest though, it threw him off and he stood gawking for a few seconds. Had it not been for the wonderful smelling food he may have been like that for the whole 15 minutes. Upon smelling it his stomach summersaulted. Since coming aboard they had been fed nothing but the minimum to keep them alive. As such the proud man resembled that of a skeleton. Snapping out of it he stared at the "man" in the eyes. Damn right I want some answers! What makes you believe I was betrayed? Where are we going! What of the Imperial citizens and finally; why should I not alert my people to our where abouts?
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Oct 11, 2013 13:50:38 GMT -8
Seleevan just ate calmly as the man spoke his mind, and then continued to eat calmly for a moment, as if the man was just thin air. Taking a sip of wine, witch actually consisted off pouring wine into the beak, the creature spoke.
"In the future, I suggest some gratitude in your voice, General. If it was not for me and my choice to save those alive, you would be buried in rubble and sixteen different plagues."
He ate again, cutting with the knife, eating with the fork, then the knife again, and then the fork and then he looked at the man with the black eyes of a Vor.
"Your planet was part of a bargain. The Imperial Remnant wanted something from the Order of the Eye, and the Order decided the payment would be your planet. Little did the Remnant know, that your people were going to be slaughtered in a dark ritual. Even I didnt know. When I and the Imperials saw what was done to your planet, we acted.
Only thing you need to consider, is this.
When your people were in danger, who came for you? Was it your own Imperial fleet? Where were they?"
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 14, 2013 14:44:13 GMT -8
Closing his eyes the General breathed in to calm himself. He was livid but he put that aside, he had to think about his men and the civilians. They were on board the fleet and they needed him to keep them alive even if that meant swallowing his pride. I am sorry for that, but this was hardly how I had expected things to go.
A dark ritual eh? Part of him wanted to believe the "god" in front of him. How else would they Orders forces been able to know where and when to strike. They had swept aside all defences many even bypassing the bulk of the forces. He shuddered at the thought of those beastial monsters ripping through every thing in their path. Thank you. For saving what you could. I owe you my life, and so does everyone aboard this ship. What was this deal if you know about it? O`Neil did not totally believe him after all they still had their comms when they left. They had heard the Imperial Fleet before jumping.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Oct 14, 2013 15:37:05 GMT -8
Seleevan shrugged.
"Didnt concern me. My so called brethren had their own agenda, I had mine. None of witch seemed to work out in retrospect, mine, the Imperials, nor my ex-brethren. The difference between me and my brethren is that I am still alive to turn this into something fruitfull for myself, and with your help, the Imperial Remnant forces.
Here is what will happen from this point.
I will set you down and your people on a planet of my choice where you will receive medical aid and temporary housing. From there, your civilians will be free to do as they like. Resettle on the planet, move back into Imperial space... I dont care. What concerns me is your trained military personnel. I am willing to trade the safety and freedom of your civilians for the loyality of the serving men and women under your command.
General O'Niel... what I am proposing to you is not Mutiny. What you learn under your time about where we are going, the military inteligence you gather on our target may be of grave use to the Imperial Remnant, and under controlled circumstances, I will arrange communication between you and the Imperials.
Also, I need you to understand that this is not an equal trade. What I say is law, what I command is the word of a God. I am heeded accordingly, and I expect no less.
But serve me, and your rewards will be tenfold."
Waiting for a response, Sel re-engaged his meal.
If the man agreed, they could start getting into details. If he failed to see the world as sel did... well... O'Niel had underlings too, one of them surely saw the situation in a more favorable light.
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Post by Panno on Oct 16, 2013 17:38:04 GMT -8
What is a god to a mob? These were the only words that could be heard under his breath. The general was not a religious man, how could you be when you lived in a time of virtual gods walking amoung you. Still this was not his main concern his main problem was the proposal. Was it right to sacrifice his men to save those civilians? Sure it would be helping the many but morally was it right? He had fought and died alongside these soliders during the raid. All of them considered themselves lucky to be alive, to be free. Yet if he agreed to this proposal he could be sentamcing them to death.
He was silent for five minutes, arms crossed in front of his chest as he thought. The only sounds being that of the food, cutting clinking and occasionally his own stomach. Eventually though he spoke. I am not a stupid man, I know you. You may not think so but I do. You will stop at nothing to get what you want, so even if I said no I would die and you would ask another. So I will cut to the chase; what will you have us do?
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Oct 17, 2013 4:53:06 GMT -8
He simply ignored the truth out of the mans mouth. It would not be in sels interest to kill the man, since his follower would not be trusted. It wasnt so that he NEEDED these people, he had enough going for him that he could get his plans through, but adding the people of prakith wouldnt hurt.
The same way as vacuuming them into space wouldnt hurt that much.
"General O'Niel, you and your civilian counterpart of your choice will join the Galactic Republic as the Government of Prakith in exile. Your job will be to be the military voice of your people, and make sure that everything goes smoothly on your part. No riots, no civilian resistance to my forces, nor the republics. You will have to take a political position, since you are the highest ranked individual alive from your planet. What I want you to do is to fight for the freedom of your people against the oppression of the Imperial power that has ruinned your people and planet.
I want you to be believable."
The last statement was dark. Very dark. The tone would have chilled Mustafar.
"I also want you to name someone in Imperial High command that you would have full confidence in. They will be contacted by my people on my behalf, and that way, you can leak information to your government... after a set of time has lapsed and we have gained the republics trust."
He leaned back, waiting for the mans response.
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Post by Panno on Oct 19, 2013 4:38:22 GMT -8
As O'Niel listened it dawned on him that this god of a man had a plan. He couldn't be sure the exact details but they were there that was obvious. Somehow he planned to undermine the Republic with his help. This little tid bit actually made the General want to help more. Betrayed by his own, and left for dead. He wouldn't become a gun for hire, no he would work to eliminate the biggest thing from keeping his people from expanding. Help them so that there would never need to be a repeat of Prakith.
I assume you took everyone's name, occupation, age and all that down when you rescued us? If I am to pick someone then I will want to see that. Pick the person best suited for the job of politics. What you say is pretty easy to work out. I can handle that for you. He was a tad dubious of the believable part though. He had made General not because he was believable but because he was passionate about the Empire. Because he had served her faithfully for years, hell most people inside the ship knew that. If he was to take a total 180 and start bashing it people would become suspicious, especially those who had served under him.
Coming up with a name proved harder than he thought. Everyone in the Empire for the most part worked for themselves. Personal gain was what constantly tore apart empires. Moffs, generals and admirals all wanting a bigger slice of the pie. So he had to think outside his usual set of friends and contacts. Solomon. I can't think of a more hardcore loyal imperial then Solomon.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Oct 20, 2013 8:11:55 GMT -8
If he didnt have a beak, he would be smiling. He pressed a button.
"Ensing, bring in General O'Niels dinner.
Nerf Entrecote with liver sauce and Prakithian mountain truffles. I had the foresight on buying a large bulk, since the demand is now without a supply. I hope you will like it. Medium rare."
Couple more presses of muttons, and displays opened from the tables. The report on the civilians and the military personel were displayed. An ensing brought in the deliciously made food, and work began, discussing notions on people, to choose the next "leader" of Prakith.
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Post by Panno on Oct 21, 2013 6:33:53 GMT -8
Honestly the General was so hungry he would have eaten boot soup if it had been given to him. This although not his favourite was fancy, free and delicious. As he looked at the pictures that passed by he ate. Cutting into the meat he was about to bite into the next piece when he saw a likely candidate. Well shit, of all the people to survive this rat lived. Then it dawned on him that he was not alone and no doubt being watched as the people passed by. Sorry it's just I didn't expect Quimby to have made it off the planet. Stopping the process on this man he brought up the limited amount of information on the guy. This was the leader of Prakith before the empire showed up, although they gave him the chance to keep his post but he declined. He may be more willing under these circumstances.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Oct 22, 2013 6:19:42 GMT -8
Sel gave the file a long look. It wasnt mutch, just the report on all identification papers they had, also, the contents of their wallet. Not the money or the credit chip. Bonus shopping cards, memberships, maybe comm number to their mistress. A lot of things you might just be wearing can tell a lot aboout your personality. It may not be accurate, it may not be a perfect representation of you, but your wallet DOES include the things important to you.
That is how Quimby was judged.
"He will do."
Setting a comm channel, sel started to redirect orders.
"Admiral Savalas, please inform my captains to start questioning the civilians for their needs. Relay the requests we CAN accommodate to Leftenant Sutherland. Order Leftenant Sutherland to find the man you see in that file I sent you. Relay all requests to this man, and give him every help he needs to fullfill the requests we can fullfill for him in our timeframe. In reasonable boundaries of course. Also, set the fleet to three quarters rations, and send out more releaf packadges in Quinbys name. Make it all seem like it is his suggestions, even to him."
-Admiral Savalas-
As you command, Sir.
Sel turned back to General O'Niel
"When you meet this Quinby on Coruscant, you will meet him first time since prakith. You will be surprised he is alive, since the military personel are locked away from the civilians."
This was a logical choice, nobody wanted a large ammount of civilians mixing with military on your ships, if you didnt fully trust them "You will give him your full support, and suggest the formality of electing a crisis government. Make sure that election turns out as we see it fit.
Congratulations General O'Niel, you just made democracy possible for your people."
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Post by Panno on Oct 31, 2013 14:27:07 GMT -8
The general simply nodded his understanding. Politics were never his thing but he would need to change, adapt and get used to the idea. He was already at a desk job... Or was before his desk was blown up. Now instead of reporting to just a handful of people he would need to be held responsible to the unwashed hordes. It was not how he had foreseen his future. Did you just say Curoscant? Why there Lord? Not that he really needed to ask it but an apt question. Sure by the sounds of it they were to become big wigs for the senate. Maybe on a smaller world. Not the galactic center. I mean they are going to be concerned enough with warships dropping into orbit unplanned let alone the idea of helping refugees.
If one was to find Quimby he was in a bunk room. The ex politician was used to be alone, maybe an escort or two. What he was not used to was a room full of people. Cramped and no room for yourself. Rubbing his temples the man tried to block out screaming baby to his left. Ignore the old woman snoring to his right. He had made it off the planet, only to find a fate worse than hell. He was not a people person, what he was good at doing was navigating the political field.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Nov 1, 2013 13:10:51 GMT -8
The pupilless black eyes of the tall vor did not say anything. Nor did the beak, nor the muscles in his face. He just looked at O'Niel, just watched him in awkward silence turning into dangerous silence. He pushed down urge to threten the man. Never is it a good idea to threten someone you are going to work together with. He also pushed down the urge to showcase his power... O'Niel will find enough showcase of it in coming weeks. So, he just stared at the man for a while, let the man grumble on what he had said wrong.
Then finally, he asked the question.
"Can you do what I ask of you, General O'Niel?"
In short, Seleevan Khar did not like to be questioned. He did not like to be criticised, but by a very selected few, and those few knew how to put their criticism to table. O'Niel was not one of them. He might become, if he showed prowess and cunning.
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Lft Donald Sutherland was a bridge officer, but he actually also was one of those people who could question or criticise Seleevan Khar. He was in that circle, that clique. As he walked through the ever opening scores of refugees in front of him, he looked back at the Vor Triarii behind him. These thin but dangerous looking soldiers who bore the towershield and Blasterhook. He was safe with them. Finding the cubicle he needed, he turned two lefts and a right in the hastly set up refugee labyrinth, and finally found the cubicle he needed. Twenty people packed into a container with their minimal human needs fulfilled. As the officer and some of the Triarii stepped in, silence took the room.
-Sutherland-
"I am looking for a Mr Quinby."
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Post by Panno on Nov 2, 2013 15:05:37 GMT -8
He didn't need to be a force user to tell he had crossed a line. As the seconds ticked by the air in the room grew ever thicker, and sweat trickled down the Generals back. For someone who called himself a god he had entertained the questions of O'Niel but perhaps those 15 minutes were up. As time ecked by he expected to be killed. Horribly. Thankfully the silence was broken, but the voice spoke volumes. Absolute authority, someone who did not like to be challenged, he would tuck that away for later. He sat there a moment unmoving as he thought of a way to best answer the question. I can do everything I can to do as you ask. However that said it is true what I say. The Republic may not be at the strength they were a thousand years ago but their Capitol is not going to be easy to get into. Hell even if we make it to the ground and do as you ask it may take YEARS to be trusted.
Probably not the best thing to say to the guy who held your life in his hands. It was a valid point though. This was a dangerous time to be, politically as much as militarily. You are prepared to wait that long or are you expecting results right away.
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Quimby stood up slowly, the silence pressing onto him as well. So far as long as he knew no one had been requested by name. They had been treated good enough, if that meant like cattle. Penned in, cramped quarters, and not allowed to move freely. Unlike O'Niel this guy did not have a military mind. He did not understand the threat that may pose to both the ship and "his own" people. Pupils dilated he spoke his voice quivery for only a moment. Y-Yes...
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Nov 7, 2013 20:41:14 GMT -8
"Results right away."
He said without thinking.
"There are more cards at play, General. If you stick with me, you will learn those cards, and how they are to be played... and if it fails? You will still be alive to laugh. Now, what do YOU need from me to get my wishes done?"
A Sith making demands and then offering his help to fulfil those demands? WHERE IS THE WORLD GOING???
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-Sutherland-
"Great! Mr Quinby, I have been asking around for someone the people around here sees as their leader, and many did say sour name. So, first order of business should be the survivor finding program. People want to know if their loved ones made it off the planet."
He said all that as he snapped a finger, and a Vor walked up beside him, pulled out a retractable camping chair, and put it up beside Quimby. The Leftenant then simply sat down and opened one of many files and got strait to the point.
-Sutherland-
"Frankly, we have identified about eighty percent of the refugees when we picked them up, but we cant make the connection. People tell me you were a politician, that means managery and orgasitory skills, and more important, civilian. You want a job, Mr Quimby?"
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Post by Panno on Nov 9, 2013 5:07:40 GMT -8
What didn't the man need? Well I am going to need a little luck. Seriously though do you have footage of the battle, either ground side or up in space? I will need that so I can get an accurate idea of what happened so I can inform both Quimby and anyone asking. Proof would also be good but I am guessing you never brought bodies on board that weren't alive. Hoping he wasn't stepping on Amy toes he went back to the list of people and swiped back twice. You brought on 3679 people more than half injured in some way. Their stories will have to be enough to prove innocence. After all the Republic is just as likely to kill us Imperials as it is to save us. Hopefully with that many people keeping their story straight a sympathy could be felt and they would use it. Even the most silver tounged people can be mistrusted and disbelieved at first.
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Quimby was taken aback by the directness of this man. He had thought he was going to die, but work... Well if it got him out of this area he would do it. You want me to piece together family members? Using which information? Last names! Ugh the thought of that sickened him. He knew there were a lot of people on board but he wasn't sure how many. What he was sure of was the fact that this was a daunting task. I can certainly do my best. He was playing all the angles, although they were his saviours he was smart enough to ask the question. What were they doing there? It wasn't an Imperial fleet he could tell by the lack of symbols when they boarded. Not to mention the fact there were non humans in the crew. Which only left one option, they had betrayed their friends. The attackers. So he would get on their good side, and when the time came for them to die maybe he would be saved.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Nov 15, 2013 13:37:20 GMT -8
"I have gun camera feeds, sensory futage, optical watch data. Some of it is getting edited now, but nearly all of it is useful. We didnt fire one shot, so I am absolved of blame in court, if that is what you want to know. If you are questioning the truth I laid before you, you have all the rights to do so.
After all... you just lost your world."
He said that with an as common tone as if they were discussing the coming fall fashion trends.
"As for the civilian stories... I forbid any collaborations to a... 'Story'. The civilians are my refugies, General O'Niel. They are neither my crew, nor yours. They are my guests, and I will not treat them as assets."
But that is what they were. Assets. He didnt say that though... and he did his best not to imply it either.
"This will be hard, General O'Niel. By the end, you will wish you were sitting in a foxhole, dirty, with no ammunition and the enemies outnumbering you tenfold, but you will do better work then any blaster or turbolaser will be able.
I will have someone with the battle data over to your new quarters. I have become bored with this conversation."
He stood up, and walked out of the room, leaving O'Niel with his dinner. As he walked out, he added.
"When you have something constructive to add, O'Niel, and not just fishing for my plans, call me then.
Or I call you."
O'Niel would be struck with the creature, as everyone would be when first seeing him standing. 8 feet, and then some more. He would be striking the roof with his head if this ship wasnt constructed exactly for his needs. One could really udnerstand why you would think him a god, just by looking at him. He Commanded respect, and he Commanded.
A god is a creature whom holds the future in his hand, and Seleevan Khar had his claws thightly around it.
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-Sutherland-
"No, Mr Quimby. I want you to organise a group to do it. This is just one folder, see?"
He Held up the folder he was just looking at in one hand, and raised the other with a dosen or so folders.
"You know your people, we dont. We want an effective end to these problems, so we must work together. Here is an other... I need anyone with medical experience, even if it is about nerf birthing to help our medics with the civilian wounded. We simply do not have the means. Most of our medics are specialised in vor medicine, and the few human or full out doctors we have are allready pulling three shifts to deal with your sick.
Here is an other one. People want an answer. They simply want to know what is going on, what happened and why.
Mr Quimby. Can you help me help you?"
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Post by Panno on Nov 19, 2013 17:32:42 GMT -8
The General was about to speak, to protest that this was not fishing but rather his idea of constructive. He needed the data, the videos so that if or rather when he was asked for his account he would have a story. The truth, after all will set you free and he found it hard that any would believe him unless there was proof. However he could not speak, until now the lizard man had been sitting. He had looked normal sized but when he stood he understood. The awe his subjects must be in around him. He was behind a table and still looking up just to see the Siths face.
Very well, but I do ask that everything you have be transmitted to me. Imperial, your forces and anything from your colleages. It could hold the key to gaining a foothold on the political field.
Satisfied that he had explained himself he looked away and down. Something told him this was the right thing to do, something told him danger. Looking at what was left of the meal in front of him he pushed up from the table and turned around to return from whence he came.
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Oh thank the gods. The ex leader took the different folders in front of him. He wasn't expected to do the work just organize all that was required. Like I said I can help. If you can give me an hour to put together a group of people to do what you ask then we can make some headway. What he wouldn't do right now for his aide. Everyone feels like the people in charge do what they do single handedly. This was far from true, an army of helpers await on them doing both menial and important tasks. Quimby had seen the sultry blonde of an aide be killed back on Prakith. Right in the middle of a nice tonsil washing.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Sept 25, 2017 19:35:52 GMT -8
A FO courier ship appeared in space, it bore a few glorified clerks here to asses the planet's status as a member of the FO. It's inclusion was an interesting thing really, as the current populous was tired of being preyed upon by the less than legal trades, and only protected in words by corrupt officials and politicians. It had welcomed the FO, though not quite unanimously. The populous was in a state of mild unrest as power was shifted to the new regime. Being placed under a grand moff rubbed many citizens the wrong way entirely, but what little evidence could be found of him suggested that he was at the least very interested in restoring Order to his oversector, something they desired for their own beleaguered world. Several protests were staged and concluded peacefully, thanks in large part to the inhabitants general dislike of violence. In responce the Garrison depolyed several squads around the world on general aid and awareness programs to help quell the already low domestic crime rates and rebuild the lost society that had been almost completely eradicated by the Galactic Empire of Palpatine.
The courier stayed for a few weeks, looking to solve local logistical issues first and foremost, but also trying to find or make programs and incentives for the local populace to integrate with the FO as completely as possible.
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