Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Feb 19, 2014 15:37:00 GMT -8
An interesting and unexpected question, Pellaeon wondered where exactly the man was going with this question. His raised his left eyebrow, and answered the question with complete confidence.
Absolute authority. My word is final in this system.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Feb 20, 2014 9:16:59 GMT -8
Isen nods.
-Isen
Very well, I would also like to establish a non-aggression pact between our respective domains, at least for the short term. The Warlord has more pressing matters at had than a distant rival, though he may fail to realize that. However, I would like my next request to be off the record.
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Feb 24, 2014 12:12:52 GMT -8
Not an unusual request, and certainly a profitable one, as it was the only way to ensure any progress on the contract they had just hashed out. The last bit was intriguing, and quite unexpected, but not necessarily unwelcome. The only record so far of the entire meeting was the contract they had just made, and of course the usual traffic records, but those had no bearing on the meeting's content.
Agreed to the first, and there will be no record of the next request in any format beyond our own memories.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Feb 25, 2014 7:46:49 GMT -8
Isen nods, it was the best he could hope for in the current situation.
-Isen
I would like to request asylum. Obviously I don't require it at this very moment, but should my Warlord learn about this last agreement under the wrong circumstances, I would need somewhere to escape to. He is generally fair, but he treats disloyalty & underachievement very harshly.
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 10, 2014 16:47:36 GMT -8
Well, that was an unpleasant bit of news... Still, it was not an unreasonable request.
Granted, but if you should use it against me, or mine, it will not end well for you.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Mar 11, 2014 6:09:13 GMT -8
Isen nods, it was no more than was expected. That being finished however, he had little official left to do here.
-Isen
Understood. Unless you have something else to bring up, I have no more requests.
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 16, 2014 20:43:28 GMT -8
Having nothing else to offer myself, I rose and shook my head, as I gestured to the door, indicating that I was willing to walk him back to his ship.
I have nothing further to add, it's been a pleasure doing business with you I look forward to repeating it as needed..
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Mar 18, 2014 9:50:01 GMT -8
It didn't take long for the group to make their way back to the shuttle. Once on Isen was back on board, the shuttle quickly flew out to rejoin the ship that was still waiting at the edge of the system. Both ships jumped to hyperspace shortly afterward.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Jan 12, 2016 21:34:30 GMT -8
Several weeks after the fall of the Republic...
We got Imperial fighters incoming!!
The loud voice was echoed across the bridge of a Nebula-class Star Destroyer, battered but not beaten. The ship shuddered under a salvo of concussion missiles from a belligerent squadron of TIE Bombers. The bridge shudder once more as long-ranged photon torpedoes slammed into the hull of the Pertinax. Klaxons blared across the commanding area as officers rushed from console to console; medical personnel were present as they tended to the wounded who had suffered severe burns from smoking and sparking consoles. The overload causing them to implode and harm those overlooking their screens. Coughs were heard as smoke rose from a corner of the command station, causing fire systems to initiate and douse the area that was starting to flame.
A violent shudder rocked the bridge, forcing a few officers to fall to the ground while others managed to grab hold of railings and working consoles to absorb the shock. A voice rose among the dim of the klaxons and warning signals. The voice was commanding, belonging to the only personnel onboard who seemed to be calm and composed in this din of battle. Red eyes stared at a group of officers as the voice was directed at them.
Status report! I need a status report, damn it!!
We have hull breaches on levels 40 through 47, Admiral! Some of weapon systems are off-line, but we still have access to our turbolasers and concussion missles. Tractor beams are reading off-line, sir. We are getting reports from the rest of the fleet.
Send them through, Lieutenant.
The red eyes of the Duros Rear-Admiral gazes down at the information streaming in from the fleet. One of the Scythe-class main battle cruisers was suffering several damage and power failures. The battered vessel, Independence was moving, at best speed, for the safety of Foerost's Shipyards. The mostly intact Tri-Scythe-class Frigates were acting as its escorts. Squadrons from the Bothan Assault Cruisers had managed to beat off a cluster of Imperial squadrons, but at a heavy cost in manpower. 30% losses with another 35% injured and enacting repairs... they only had 35% of the total starfighter complement defending them. The ShaShore-class Frigates remained close to the remaining Scythe-class Main Battle Cruiser, Pride of Duro, and the flagship, Pertinax.
The Duros, known to the Republic Fleet as Jemad Zhundilt of the Battlegroup Pertinax, looks up from the console to gaze upon the sight before them. For the past several jumps through the Deep Core, a rather bold Imperial warlord, left from the now dissolved Imperial Remnant, had been hounding Jemad's fleet in light of the forced fragmentation of the Galactic Republic. The warlord had quite the firepower; a pair of Pellaeon-class Star Destroyers and several Ardent-class Fast Frigates. Zemad's tactics had managed to crash a previously existing Ardent into the hull of a now nonexistent Pellaeon, but despite that, the warlord still had great firepower at his disposal. Foerost was their only hope... but the warlord was tenacious in hunting down the wandering Republic fleet.
His thoughts broke at several shudders from long-ranged turbolasers. Zemad grips his command chair tightly before staring down the advancing Imperial forces. His eyes turn immediately to the gunnery and communications officers present, pointing directly at a pair of close Ardent-class Frigates. It was now or never at this point; there was no chance of running anymore.
Fire the heavy turbolasers! Pour whatever power we got into fast recycles and precision aim! Order the trio of ShaShore-class Frigates to the left of our bow to open fire as well. Send orders for the squadrons to regroup and prepare for our counterattack! Withdraw the Bothan Assault Cruisers to the flank of the Pride of Duro. We make our stand here!!
Aye aye, Admiral!
During the recent encounter over Prakith, the Rear-Admiral had managed to slip a distress signal through secure Republic military channels, sending out an SOS transmission with the location designated to be at Foerost. If there were any friendly forces nearby, Jemad hoped they could make best speed for the sight of the battle and aid in their struggle... for if they could not gain any further support, the Duros feared that this would be the end of his fleet and all those under his command. Yet as his counteroffensive maneuver began to form, a voice rang through the din of battle.
We got incoming Imperial IFFs in hyperspace!! I repeat, Imperial reinforcements inbound!!
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Jan 15, 2016 21:19:52 GMT -8
The battle over Foerost continued to be weathered, despite the losses and damage gathered upon the Battlegroup Pertinax. The report of the incoming Imperial reinforcements would materialize as another Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer and a pair of Ardent-class frigates that escorted the mighty vessel. Immediately, the Duros Rear-Admiral identified the arriving reinforcements as the flagship of the pursuing Imperial warlord. The Vigilance, the Scythe-class main battle cruiser, which had suffered heavy damage was well out of range from Imperial guns and starfighters. With the arrival of the new reinforcements, the pair of Bothan Assault Cruisers would peal off from the counteroffensive to protect against the approaching trio of warships.
The ShaShore-class frigates formed the spearhead as they charged headlong towards the Imperial flotilla that was present before them. The Scythe-class main battle cruisers, Pride of Duro, led the charge with a blaze of heavy turbolasers, ion shots and torpedoes that streaked through the formation. Squadron upon squadron of Republic fighters raced forth. The rearguard formed up alongside Zemad's flagship, which was flanked by a pair of Tri-scythe-class frigates. From the battered bridge of the Pertinax, Zemad commanded the counteroffensive with zeal and precision. Two Ardent-class frigates would go in the initial engagement, breaking the protective barrier around one of the Pellaeon-class Star Destroyers. Bombers and fighters swarmed all over the Ardents as the Republic vessels continued their charge. It was in this momentous charge that Zemad noticed a flaw in the defensive array and ordered full power to the Pertinax's engines. As the Star Destroyer streaked forth, heavy turbolasers, or what remained of them, powered up and launched a devastating salvo against the closest Pellaeon.
It was a brilliant sight as explosions erupted along the vessel's hull. Internal explosions caused by the rupture of engines and ammunition within the Pellaeon's structure. The Star Destroyer began to tear apart before the Imperial warship exploded. Its tip launched forward, slamming into a neighboring Pellaeon's shields. This gave a trio of ShaShores the advantage as they unloaded their payload of weapons upon the weakened shields. Moments later, the second Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer was made inoperable and began drifting through space. A couple more Ardents would go down with it as the tenacity of Zemad's crew made itself known to the pursuing Imperials. When a wolf was cornered by hunters, it fought back with ferocity; something that Zemad ensured the Imperials learned as signs of a retreat began evident.
Soon, the space over Foerost was quiet, filled with the wreckage from the now fleeing Imperial pursuers. There was debris leftover from Zemad's fleet too, even floating bodies of jettisoned crew and pilots who lost their lives to hull breaches and exploding starfighters. The klaxon sirens would go off once the last warship vanished into hyperspace. The Duros remained quiet for a moment as the crew began to get the reports from the rest of the fleet. Squadrons were withdrawn and crews began making way to make repairs where they could be done. After a long silence, the Rear-Admiral spoke.
We cannot stay here, ladies and gentlemen... the Republic, our home, is gone. These Imperials will be back with greater strength soon enough once they have licked their wounds. We cannot remain as close to the Deep Core as we currently are. Otherwise we are vulnerable...
The Duros keys up a holodisplay upon his command chair, bringing up a small display of the Deep Core, Core Worlds and Colonies regions, the three closest regions to their proximity. The Deep Core was out the question given that some of its space was infested with Imperial warlords from the bygone Empire. Remaining near Coruscant wasn't a good idea either due to the possible presence of the Consortium's armada. His red eyes rested upon the southern systems of the Core Worlds, his gaze firmly upon the Corellian Sector for a moment. A surely solid location to meet up with possible allies and had always been a loyal member of the Republic. The Rear-Admiral turns his head to the helmsman.
Helmsman, once rudimentary repairs are done, punch in the coordinates for the Corellian System. We will seek any possible remnants of the Republic within one of its most loyal sectors. Hopefully we can find our brethern or, better yet, a place of refuge to repair and rest.
Aye aye, Sir!
It took a few hours to ensure the hulls of every vessel were steady and necessary repairs were done to the vital systems. Even as the repair of various starfighters was underway, the Pertinax battlegroup would launch into hyperspace, bound for the Corellian System.
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Post by Admiral-Laureate Tennyson on Mar 27, 2018 12:35:26 GMT -8
Captain Tennyson now standing on the bridge of the Noble looked out at his new fleet. Fifty brand new Raider II's ready for duty. A smile formed on his blue lips and his red eyes gleamed, eager to try his new toys out against the enemies of the Chiss and First Order. And so he waited, his fleet holding position above Foerost.
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Post by Admiral-Laureate Tennyson on May 8, 2018 11:39:03 GMT -8
With finale checks complete and all complements and supplies loaded, Captain-of-the-Line Tennyson gave the order for his fleet to make its way to Csilla.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 10, 2019 10:52:24 GMT -8
From the depths of hyperspace, a formation of several ships would enter the space over Foerost. First came four Resurgent-class Battlecruisers, the Pride of Muunilinst, Gideon's Hammer, Supremacy, and Ascension. All of these vessels belonged to Suzerain Squadron, serving as the vanguard for the prized flagship of the Emperor and the Imperial Navy. Moments later, a massive wedge shaped warship would exit hyperspace over Foerost, the Executor-class Star Dreadnought, Ars Moriendi. Some days ago, the Emperor had ordered High Command to issue a rendezvous point at Foerost with the intention of the annexation of Coruscant. Although the Emperor had avoided the planet, for reasons that he knew privately, Nicademus eventually became convinced of its vitality to the Empire. Coruscant was both a planet of mighty industrial potential and grounds for both high recruit and revenue yields. He cared not for its symbol of galactic authority, but rather the resource yield it could bring. For the past few months, he had utilized the skills of Imperial Intelligence to gather intel and acquire allies to aid in the future subjugation of the planet.
Upon the bridge of the Ars Moriendi, the Emperor gazes out into space before his eyes turned to Foerost. Nicademus recalled a time when he came to this world, seeking to unite the fragments of the Second Fel Empire. A defiant moff had laughed at him before a swift and decisive action both destroyed the rebel's fleet and saw a massive invasion by loyal Imperials. Those days were the foundation of his ambitions and now this ship, among other achievements, were the fruits of those efforts.
He turns to Admiral Arcavius after taking the sight of planet and noting the presence of his battlecruisers.
Notify the governor of the incoming vessels. I don't want him being alarmed by such a large military presence.
The Admiral bows and proceeds to do what was ordered.
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Post by Thomas Zahn on Oct 10, 2019 20:56:16 GMT -8
The relative calm of space above Foerost was interrupted as the Legio Kuati Fleet appeared from hyperspace. Taking up position in formation nearby to the Ars Moriendi. The Executor-class Star Dreadnought dwarfing the Conservator-class Star Destroyer that was the flagship of the Legio Kuati Fleet. General Zahn strode on to the bridge then, clad in his Imperial Officer's Armour with the helmet tucked up under his armour. He placed the helmet down upon the command table then, reviewing the projection as a encoded message was sent to the Ars Moriendi to inform the Emperor that General Zahn and his fleet had arrived
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Post by Garrick Needa on Oct 12, 2019 17:36:39 GMT -8
The blue streaks and clouds of hyperspace outstretched themselves in brief, flaring bursts of light as the ships of the Seventh Fleet arrived in the system. Four Regulator-Class Star Destroyers, surrounded by the twelve Victory II-Class Star Destroyers and the 22 Ardent Fast Frigates that made up the bulk of the fleet, along with a small swarm of Lancer-Class Frigates to defend the flotilla from straighter attacks, emerged from the system closely to the Legion Kuati fleet, the signature emblem of the 7th Fleet, used since the time of Grand Admiral Thrawn, clearly visible on the vessels of this extremely large task force.
Seconds later, the Basilisk came out of hyperspace just above the flotilla, the stylized white Basilisk that decorated the bottom of the similarly named ship shining in the light of Foerost's sun. Garrick looked out the front windows of the ship, the gunmetal color of his uniform complementing the dark grey accents on the bridge of his ship, echoing a more classical Imperial aesthetic. He looked out proudly over the warships of his fleet. He never had expected to be granted the honor of commanding the Seventh Fleet; the leadership of the group, having been made legendary by Grand Admiral Thrawn's use of the force during his own campaign as his personal fleet, was an honor few Imperials in the navy could hope to achieve. And yet here he was, standing at its command.
Shaking his head, he dismissed such sentimental thoughts from his mind, before turning to his comms officer.
"Open a line to the Ars Moriendi and the Justicar. Inform them of our arrival."
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 14, 2019 18:18:50 GMT -8
Periklis, Lorelie, and Siren revert to real space, near Foerost with three simultaneous flashes of light. They moved to take up a position at the rear of the fleet to act as a rear guard, being much smaller and less well armed than any other fleet present, the ships combined would be best applied to keeping surprises off and away from the rear of the Imperial formation. Commodore Viggo had been planning to bring his entire task-force, but apparently Imperial Intelligence had other uses for the remainder of his force. He honestly couldn't say where they were at present, which irked him a great deal, but he trusted the Emperor and was trying to extend the same trust to the imperial spooks.
He signaled from the Periklis, to the Ars Moriendi that he was ready to do what he could in the coming action. He was confident his men would serve well and concerned that his force would be too small to have any significant effect. He was really missing his Vindicators but would manage without them. He only hoped that Imperial Security Bureau would return his ships in the same condition as they had been borrowed. It was unlikely though. He tried not to let his concerns distract him from the present task.
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Post by Dah'lis 'Azure' Vao on Oct 15, 2019 16:28:51 GMT -8
Once more the space above Foerost was disturbed by ships exiting hyperspace. These four Victory-Is and four Acclamators were painted totally red, a distinction that left no mistake that these were part of the newly reformed Crimson Command. On the bridge of the Emancipator stood Dah'lis Vao, Imperial Knight and now General within the Command. It felt strange, being a part of an operation that the Emperor himself was also a part of and not being at his side as a protector. But looking upon the fleet that had gathered around the Ars Moriendi she felt certain her Emperor would be safe enough without her on his ship. She turned to her comms officer, "Inform the Emperor's flagship of our arrival and that we await his orders."
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Oct 16, 2019 6:13:59 GMT -8
Brock stood behind and slightly to the right of the Emperor as they entered the system, his eyes darting around the massive bridge of the Flagship, watching the Admiral just as closely as the officers in the crew pit. It wasn't that he inherently distrusted the well vetted and hand selected members of the flagship's bridge crew, but he had learned long ago that you were never fully safe even in your most secure strongholds. He would have preferred to be in a starfighter, or better yet preparing to go down to the planet itself to take the fight forward personally, but that wasn't what this mission was meant to be, they were coming to liberate in peace as much as possible, or so he had been told at least. Ever since Faina's assent to Empress one of the many duties he had taken over from her was as bodyguard to the Emperor himself. Although he was sure the Praetorians nearby were more than enough protection for the man, it was important for him to be there as well even if it was more symbolic than functional. Brock hated being symbolic however. When Xeonon had been revealed to be alive and a hero rather than a traitor he had been elated for a variety of reasons, one of which was he had assumed the man would take the mantle of steward from him, but it had been decided, for reasons beyond Brock himself, that the position would say his.
The one advantage to personal duty to the Emperor was that his own two guards, the twins Estion and Orion Savix, were also assigned to watch the Emperor. Sure they were still nearby and as ever present as always but the fact that they were watching over the Emperor instead of him gave him some small feeling of freedom, even if everything else around him reminded him of his new duties. Including of course the crimson turbulent-class Star Destroyer flanked by two Victory Star Destroyers that belonged to him and his guards and which had arrived out of hyperspace with the rest of the Flagship's escort, even if they did seem somewhat dwarfed by all of the larger ships. Although he technically held command of the Crimson Command contingent of this mission, however he knew that he would be relegating most of that to his officers rather than making any attempts to give commands himself, both because of his relative inexperience with fleet commands and his current duties of guard to the emperor. As he finishes another sweep of the bridge with his eyes he takes a moment to glance at the Emporer seeing what additional orders might be given now that the force was in system.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 23, 2019 21:25:20 GMT -8
Nicademus stood before a sensor array, watching for a moment as more ships were brought in from across the Empire. His eyes noticed the Seven Fleet, members of the Crimson Command, and the vessels belonging to General Zahn, among other warships that flew in from hyperspace. For a moment, the Emperor would gaze out of the viewport, looking out at the stars and the space that they inhabited. There was a silence upon the bridge as crew members looked at their leader. For a long time, the Imperial had wondered why he had avoided the world, why he had left the planet untouched. And it wasn't till now that he realized why: they weren't ready till this day.
Nicademus turns his head slightly to Admiral Arcavius. It was time to make their move that would, without question, change the course of the Empire and the galaxy.
Admiral, convey the coordinates to the entire fleet. Its time they know where we are going.
The Admiral nods his head, one of the few persons who had helped arranged and plan this operation. The comms officers on the bridge of the dreadnought began relaying the coordinates of their destination to the various ships. Throughout the fleet, three numbers came up on all their screens: 0-0-0... Coruscant. With allowing moments to pass, as ships acknowledged the orders, the Emperor picks up his comlink and dials an open channel.
Soldiers of the Empire... our path has finally brought us to what you have seen within your orders: Coruscant. The Queen of the Core, the Imperial Center, the symbol of political dominance and military supremacy within our galaxy. It is time we claim this seat of power to thrust our nation to even greater heights.
Nicademus pauses for a moment, letting those words sink into those listening.
For we have weathered the exodus that brought us from the damnation and decline of our predecessor, turned ruination into prosperity, and unified the Imperial homeland that was forged by the strength of our arms and the courage of our hearts. We fought a war to secure our spot in this galaxy, a war that establish who we are among the stars. We are loved, we are feared, we are respected, and we are envied. Everything we have done has brought us to this apex, to this moment in which we will secure the key that will ensure that the galaxy remembers us. The key to a galactic domination that has not been seen in many years!
The Emperor's words halt for a moment once more before Nicademus speaks his final words.
Yet, we do not go to Coruscant as conquerors. We go to liberate the planet from its own evils, from the neglect it has endured, and the poverty it has fallen into. Coruscant will see our vessels and remember the day that the Empire descended and brought order, stability, and prosperity to its surface once more! They will cheer for us, they will praise us, and we will welcomed for the virtues that we will give to the Queen of the Core! We will liberate the jewel of the galaxy and make her shine once more! Ad Gloriam, Ad Victoriam, my brothers and sisters of the Empire!
The communication is ended as Nicademus sets down the device. There was a moment of silence before his ears caught the sound of clapping. He turned to see a few of the members of the bridge crew clapping from where they stood. From there, more joined in, giving an applause for what had been said. Nicademus watched quietly as the bridge crew gave an unspoken praise to their Emperor before all returned quickly to their stations. For a quick moment, a smile appeared on his face before it returned to its more disciplined expression. Nicademus turns to Admiral Arcavius once more.
Give the signal to the fleet. We jump for Coruscant.
Arcavius begins relaying the orders to the rest of the fleet, ensuring all were ready for the jump ahead. Once all were ready, the armada of Imperial vessels would suddenly blink from existence and make the jump for the Galactic Core.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Nov 1, 2019 6:14:32 GMT -8
Task-froce Incursio jumps with the rest of the fleet. Viggo is... apprehensive, but eager to do his part. The last few weeks, well months, of training would be paying off shortly. Still, this was the first serious action his task force would be involved in. There would be casualties, and he was not looking forward to those. the Commodore trusted his men to get the job done, they had worked hard and now the Emperor would see their dedication in action.
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