Count Monte Demici
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Post by Count Monte Demici on Jul 31, 2013 17:58:50 GMT -8
*Great. From unsophisticated mindless Kel Dor to an overly sensitive smith. What an crude bunch this Order was shaping up to be.*
"When I said suit, I meant it in every context of the word. Something that will be contoured to my specific curvature that will suit my needs both professionally and for protection. So yes they are fancy suits. Fancy as in not just anyone can have them and suit as it suits the Order. But since you are in the mood to argue semantics, I wager you haven't met anyone who has his measurements ready before they are taken."
*Monte pulls out a holopad with all his needed measurements for EVERY piece possible.*
"Do you forge the metal here? and if so are you familiar with Phrik? I am and I would prefer to have key areas made from the super metal. If you aren't, I am familiar with working with quadranium and phrik. I could lend a hand."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 31, 2013 18:25:32 GMT -8
What can I say we are all just a bunch of super awesome cuddle bears who do nothing but kiss and hug. I am just pissing in your cup so to speak, I knew what you meant. To say that the red head was surprised would be understating it. Usually he had people who did not know the different between a cuirass and body armour. Taking the data pad he smiled. I think you and I are going to have a beautiful friendship. Just to add to the humor; when he was looking over the specifications of the codpiece his eyes widened. Looking up his eyes wandered to the nether regions of the Count his eyebrow over the right eye raised.
Most of the metal is forged off site at the local Solomon Mines and pieced together either here or there. Wow really? Am I familiar with Phrik? Does a fish know how to swim? Aye we use Phrik filaments in the armour helps make them stronger against a multitude of attacks, and lighter. I have to say you are the first one in a long time interested in metallurgy. Most just want to go off and swing their fancy silver swords with no care for the armour that keeps them alive. By all means next time I go forging tag along and help out.
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Count Monte Demici
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Post by Count Monte Demici on Aug 1, 2013 9:48:58 GMT -8
*What a refreshing turn of events. Someone without an over-inflated view of themselves. And a follow forger as well. This very well might turn out to be a good friendship indeed.*
"Pissing in my cup? Such a crude description but I have heard worse." *Monte can't help his snobby aristocratic ways. He maybe be a weapon but he didn't think that gave him an excuse to behave like one.*
"I dare say I am the first member of nobility you've come across that did not mind getting dirty. Working with metal and studying the characteristics of metal is something I take very seriously. Metallurgy, as you so very accurately put, is key to being a successful forger. No forger worth an ounce of respect puts out material he, himself would not wear into battle. It is a shame that most just think of it as something that looks....'neat'."
*Monte smiles and then bows to Finnick.*
"I would love to help out in any fashion I can and would consider it an honor to forge the armor that protects our members."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 1, 2013 14:59:04 GMT -8
Street rat meets nobility. I smell a sit-com. Or maybe if one of them was female maybe a Disney movie. Honestly if Finnick was either gay or a woman he might be swooning all over Demici right now. When someone spoke passionately about what they love oh it rustles the cockles of his heart. Maybe even the subcockles; especially if they are talking about metal. Although he did not return the bow he did nod his head in acknowledgment after all it would not be right for a Master to be bowing to a uhm... squire. Seriously cannon needs to come up with more Imp Knight training and ranks.
I think I can convince Solomon, Xeonon that is to let you go from some of the later stages for you to do just that. At this point I think there are five maybe six living Solomons in the Imperial Knights and it was often a source of frustration and a joke to the knights when talking about them. Especially Gabriel and Xeonon due to them both having the same rank of Master. Obviously I would have to look over your shoulder for a time but I figure when the time comes you can forge your own armour to prove to me that you are capable. After all you do not want to send out faulty armour... not in times like this.
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Post by Count Monte Demici on Aug 2, 2013 8:54:11 GMT -8
*What a tv show that would be. The new odd couple, Monte would be Felix and Finnick would be Oscar. Ironies abound. Even still Monte knows he could be a great asset to the armory.*
"If you could manage that, I think that would be an excellent idea. I have no doubt you would want to see how well I perform before letting me do my own thing with the forge, hammer and anvil. I would not want to make any mistakes that could cost me or others their lives. I am also interested to see if you have any pointers to give. If there is a new technique, I would love to hear about it."
*Two men talking shop, now only if there were some scantly clad women and some alcohol, this would be the most epic man conversation ever.*
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 2, 2013 14:25:36 GMT -8
Maybe if this was some sort of fun RP then that kind of stuff could happen but this time no. Instead the red headed Master simply nodded his ascent. How about this, tell me what you have done in the past then I will sleep on it and think of a personal quest for you. Less of a quest and more way to prove yourself. Yay for not having time to write a real post.
now for a real post!
The Imperial Knights guarded a secret to a special type of metal. Although purified Cortosis had been known in the galaxy for years centuries and even eons the Knights had perfected it. Passed on from Master Armourer to their apprentice the secrets of how to remove the Cortosis of both its brittleness and flaws, making it the perfect anti lightsaber material. It could short circuit the blade for up to several minutes. It was obviously a deflection of what Monte had said but a twinkle in his eye could tell him there was some secret he could not wait to share.
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Post by Count Monte Demici on Aug 4, 2013 11:55:33 GMT -8
*Hooray for Free time! What an odd way to begin a sentence or thought. Monte realizes the subtle hint. He knew they had forging techniques that were very unique. He would do anything in his power to earn this right to know, but that would come at a later time. He needed to prepare himself for tomorrow's rigorous activities. *
"I have forged armor and weapons for others to use. I dislike using them as a reference, but I forged armor for the pathetic little Jensaarai Order. But that is a discussion best left in the past. For now that is all I can give for now, for I must prepare myself for tomorrows activities."
*Monte bows again in polite pompous fashion and goes to head back to his sleeping area.*
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 4, 2013 14:31:46 GMT -8
Finnick actually liked them. Not because they were good people, no this particular Imperial Knight found them to peaceful and easy going. Sure they had some battle but they were not Impeiral Knights. What he liked about them was the armour they used. His were unique to the order, their were unique to each and every person much like the lightsabers of the Jedi Order. Enough about that though, nodding he could take the hint and he went back to working on the metals. Good luck, your gonna need it. He said under his breath while working on it. He tucked the datapad into a drawer he would get to it later.
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Night would go by quickly for them, as the Imperial Knights came in it would be quick to notice that personal boundary was not a thing. People stripped down to go to sleep, walking around naked, a couple grunts and moans could be heard from within the room once lights went out. Reggie on the other hand who was below Monte snored like a motherfucker. Actually it sounded similar to two bobcats going at it.
At the crack of dawn those already in the corps would sneak out of there. Dressed in their armour and go about their buisness leaving the room quieter than a mouse. It just so happened that the troops had been bunking here as well. Just the regulars, something Imperial High command had cooked up. Something that had pissed Xeonon off to no end once he had found out. In order to show the Knights that they were just part of a larger functioning unit they slept with the grunts. The door kickers.
Once the last of them was out a droid walked in. Specifically a YVH droid standing 1.9 meters tall his skeletal figure wavered for a second before turning into that of a man in his 50s. General William Winters was a Imperial General just before the dark days nearly 100 years ago, revered for his brutal tactics and amazing training regime it was one of three figures the droid liked to take on. Also he had a Texas accent.
Reaching out with his voice he began to speak louder than the howlers on Omacron Persi 8. Get your slovenly bodies out of bed now! With that a couple of men with batons came into the room and slapped anyone still in bed on the feet. Hard.
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Post by Count Monte Demici on Aug 5, 2013 19:25:12 GMT -8
*Monte didn't sleep. He meditated and drew the force to him. When the first of the Knights got up, he was ready and standing at the position of attention. Those who weren't got a seriously rude awakening. Some fell out of their beds while others looked extremely confused except Monte. Collected and calm. Unshakable. Even when the YV droid came in yelling like he did, Monte didn't bat an eyelash.*
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Post by Titan on Aug 7, 2013 8:35:27 GMT -8
Titan was on his feet, at ease. His habit of waking earlier than the sun had left him with a touch more time than the other recruits in the morning, and he had taken to lounging about lazily in bed until the other recruits were up, a rare luxury. It left him tired towards the evening though, and no matter what he did he couldn't shake his sleeping pattern away.
Standing up straight in front of his bunk, the crisp uniform of the Imperial Army pressed to his chest as he stood at ease, waiting for the droid's commands. His face was impassive as he watched the other recruits beaten for their sloth - the instructors batons often left bruises and welts, but never did anything serious. Titan's frame had toned up since his initial recruitment, a testament to the constant physical exercises the recruits were put through, but very little short muscle had developed, leaving him with a curiously lean figure, poised to spring at any time.
Most of the Imperial Knights, or what would be the Imperial Knights, were already up from the time that the instructors had entered the building, and looked more rested than the rest of the recruits combined. It was clear and apparent who they were, when even the weakest among them moved with an ease through training that stressed the strongest of the regulars to his limits. Titan had been surprised when he first witnessed their "Force" in action, as one of them had lifted his canteen to him after a hard workout. It was.....impressive, to say the least, and more than a little bit frightening. Each of these Adepts, with the Force flowing through them, were capable of feats that were simply impossible to anyone else, from levitating a boulder heavier than himself, to ridiculously impossible acrobatics. They were the top of the class in almost every physical test, simply due to being able to draw on their Force. Some of the recruits found themselves looking up to the Force-sensitives, Titan found himself jealous, and more than a little bit fearful.
Nothing he had encountered, nor remembered, dealt with these Force-sensitives. He had no idea how to fight them, how to think around them, or even how to escape them. Give him three men with blasters, and he knew, just knew, that he could execute them all bare-handed, and walk away without a scratch. One of these....he couldn't think of any other word to describe them but monsters, could kill him without a thought, just by seizing him with the Force. So he struggled against them, he competed fiercely in any way he could. He quickly discovered he knew how to read, and scored some of the highest marks on the academic portion of his training. When it came time for unarmed combat, he was feared for his brutality, unable, or unwilling to pull punches, and placing easily at the top of the class time after time. But still, he always sought to improve himself, to bring himself to the same level as the Knights, who along with his other classmates, were alienated by his determination of purpose.
The batons continued to rain down on the tired soldiers, and Titan kept his eyes pointed straight ahead. He knew he shouldn't be putting so much attention on himself, that he shouldn't be trying nearly this hard, but this "Force" terrified him. If whoever put him in the tank was a Force-user, than he needed to know how to kill them, how to fight them. He'd need more than just blasters, more than just equipment. He needed new tactics, new ideas, new resources to use against them. Something powerful. Until he found that, he steeled himself each day to train his hardest, to not let those bastards with their mystical crutch beat him. He would win.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 7, 2013 10:02:02 GMT -8
After the first cries of pain many of the other recruits began to get up faster. Standing at attention there were a few noticeable gaps in the lines but seconds later they were filled with recruits holding new bruises. After everyone was up the Xeobot trained his eyes over the rows its eyes lingering momentary at those that had stood out thus far before going on.
Holding his arms behind his back the sound of a man clearing his throat could be heard. Not bad but I have seen better. Due to a few individuals who wanted a few seconds more sleep you will not be given your breakfast. Now get dressed and head down towards the training grounds by oh four hundred. That gives you fifteen minutes to make this room and yourselves presentable and to get down there. As he said this he began to pace taking in the reactions of those in the room.
In the beginning this was met with groans and scrunched up faces. However as time has progressed since the first days the people appeared harder. Used to the treatment. Of course this was extreme but needed, this harsh training would prepare them for real combat. Real dangers, real people. Of course there were still a few stifled groans but only he could find the person. Taking tally he walked out of the room the instructors in tow.
The men and women knew what they had to do. Fixing their beds they made the sheets so tight one could bounce a quarter of a credit off the sheets. Of course a few people still sucked at it and the slack was picked up by the others. Part of being a well oiled machine. Time was slowly ticking away as the recruits did what was needed.
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Post by Count Monte Demici on Aug 9, 2013 12:18:29 GMT -8
*Monte wasn't worried about breakfast, as a matter of fact he was dressed immaculately in the appropriate uniform. He made something simple look noble just by the way he presented himself. He didn't groan or make any semblance of any dissension. He was there for a reason and those who made their dissent noticed wouldn't be there for very long. Monte just had to deal with them until they washed out. He was the first to arrive ready to go where he had to be. Awaiting further instructions.*
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Post by Haytham on Aug 9, 2013 14:53:14 GMT -8
Tarim was already awake when the door crashed open and the yelling began. Without a word he swung his bare feet down onto the freezing floor and stood, glancing down the row of other new recruits at the group of baton-wielding soldiers pouring into the room. Wincing sympathetically as someone a few bunks down yelped and crashed to the ground in a tangle of sheets, the young Sorrussian faced forward and stifled a yawn as the soldiers stalked past. He'd learned after his first day to wake up ahead of time and to lay waiting to leap out of bed. Catching a baton strike to the bottom of the feet wasn't the way he wanted to start his day, and after watching his fellow recruits limp through their exercises and catch the full wrath of their superiors for being unable to keep up, he'd made sure to never sleep in.
He didn't need the hassle.
"Stand up straight, asshole." The recruit to his right growled out of the corner of his mouth. Tarim responded by yawning and slouching back against his bunk. It didn't matter; the soldiers were already on their way out while the big man began strutting through the room to give everyone the evil-eye. 'Emperor's black bones,' Tarim thought to himself. 'Spare me.'
Ignoring the chorus of groans that arose from the proclamation of "No breakfast!", he turned and began straightening up his bunk. He was quick about it, but there was no evidence of haste in his movement. Just efficiency and a desire to see the thing done so he could move on with his day. Not that there was much to look forward to: yelling, running, yelling, fighting, yelling...it sort of went on like that.
Still. There was always lunch to look forward to. If some slacker didn't get that taken away too.
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Post by Titan on Aug 10, 2013 7:49:13 GMT -8
The recruits moved with haste as the big man turned away from them, a few mutters about breakfast here and there, but not much. They had learned the hard way that the instructors tended to have ears everywhere, and did not like complaining. Even the toughest of the recruits were not looking forward to training on an empty stomach, and no one wanted to lose out on lunch.
Beds were made, boots were given a quick polish, and uniforms straightened out. If you finished early, you went to help someone who was lagging behind, unless you were a Knight. The Knights everyday took care of themselves first and foremost, and were gone before the rest of the unit was anywhere near ready. They didn't hinder the rest of the group, but they sure as hell didn't help anyone but themselves. Teamwork was unnecessary to them, or so it seemed. Titan quickly shined his boots a touch more, then helped the recruit to his left to straighten out the bunk while he put his uniform on. Little things like this were supposed to build teamwork, so they told him.
The first of the Knights departed, wearing the same haughty look he always carried. It was as if this entire thing was beneath him. As if everyone here wasn't on his level. Which, Titan admitted to himself as he moved on to another recruit, could very well be true. He led the Knights in all the test scores - which meant he was the top of the class for most things. He had potential even the other Knights didn't have. Something about his movements suggested an absolute confidence to Titan, the kind that you could only find in highly successful men, and the aristocracy. Save he had never met anyone from the aristocracy, which gave him another headache. At least no voices in his head today.
A few minutes after the end of the CO's wake-up, and the last member was out the door, jogging over to the training field. They knew where to go, they had gone there everyday for a while now, and habitually formed into straight lines as they jogged. Titan fell beside a dark-skinned Sorrussian, others found friends or companions and muttered quiet conversations or jokes between each other. It was peaceful, in a way.
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Post by Panno on Oct 14, 2013 18:53:20 GMT -8
It had been a week since the battle of Prakith. A week since the hallow victory there. All over the Holonet the Imperials were pronouncing the NOE defeated. Everywhere across the galaxy Imperials were celebrating taking down the Order of the Eye. A task that people have been trying to do for years, the once bloodthirsty group of killers were on the run. Even the Imperial Knights should have been celebrating, after all it was because of their timely arrival that the battle had been won. Yet none were celebrating, all were silent. During the battle 18 knights had been lost including the Master of their Order. There had not been a loss like this for the order for a long time.
Of course no one told the public, their precious knights were thought to be invincible, nigh unkillable. If only that had been true. The face of Xeonon, the last Solomon was plastered all over. The hero who gave his life to attain victory, he would have been proud.
Panno sat on his own, the only Dressellian in the corps. Indeed one of only a few aliens in the whole order, he sat their stewing. He was there, at the battle. For the past week he had been replaying it over and over in his mind. The waves and waves of naked feral monsters, the blood the gore and the screams. The thirty knights had formed a perimeter around the entrance to the tombs, reenforcing the soliders there. Xeonon running in, then the endless fighting. He to had been a hero, reaching into the minds of the creatures and turning them on one another. He had fought until he could no longer lift his arms. Yet because of his heritage no one welcomed him a hero. No mention of his name, just another countless drone.
It wasn't even that which bothered him the most though. It was what happened after. Panno had been the first to find Xeonon in the cave. Beaten and broken he lay there dying, there was nothing he could do for the master. His final words resonated in him "Don't be like me, strive to save each life. An individual is more important than the whole".
Then he thrust his lightsaber into the Knights hand before dying. It was all very touching. However his words fell on deaf ears, no one listened. In fact they blamed him for the Solomons death. As if he could have saved the man. No there was no way to do that, now he could only remember him. Live up to his legacy.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 1, 2014 22:52:49 GMT -8
The doors hissed open as Valstrol walks in with a limping Cade Fel. He watches as a couple droids come over, examining what he wore over his body before one gestures to a seat nearby. Then it wheels away to gather some materials and tools. Valstrol leans against the wall, watching Cade for now. After a few moments, the Sith speaks up.
Why are you are here, Cade? Yes, you are a Fel, but after all this time, why have you returned?
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Post by Cadeous Fel on Apr 1, 2014 23:35:30 GMT -8
Clanging his way into the armory behind Val, Cade muttered curses under his breath as the repair droid motioned a chair for him to sit in, which he collapsed into, breathing heavily. Drawing on the Force to keep his breathing under some semblance of control, he listened to Val and thought on the right thing to say for a few moments before saying. "It is my purpose. It is the only thing I have left to live for." As Cade spoke, his tone was not of remorse or sadness, but very matter of fact. Leaning back as he caught sight of the repair droids return, he continued. "I lost everyone close to me Val. Not only did I fail in stopping the conflict, but I failed to save even my own people." Anger was now settling into Cade's tone as the droid at his feet went to work, stripping the armor plate to get at the wiring to make repairs. A moment later, another droid rolled up and began stripping his breast plate to get at the malfunctioning components in his breathing apparatus.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 2, 2014 8:08:24 GMT -8
Cade had always been a man of principle and of his heritage. The Fel Empire, a successor state to the Imperial Remnant. The glory days of Jagged and Roan Fel were long gone, lost in the pages of history. Valstrol quietly listens to Cade and decides to tell him the truth of what was happening.
Cade, your people were saved. The collective effort of those who followed you ensured stability and cooperation till the election of Nicademus Delvardus, who took the reigns of the Imperial Remnant as the Head of State and Supreme Commander of the Imperial Military...just as Gilad Pellaeon did. However, the Remnant's duty is soon to be over...
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 22, 2014 18:51:21 GMT -8
Klaxon alarms went off within moments, sirens ringing through the entirety of the Imperial central district of New Escrow. Stormtroopers and police reserves rushed into the Armoury grabbing what they could. Commanders barking orders as the alarms continued, following by a few muffled thuds. The battle for New Escrow had just gone to a whole new level...
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