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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Feb 26, 2013 22:58:26 GMT -8
Curamelle was the capital city of Corulag.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2013 16:02:33 GMT -8
The A-wing descended through the atmosphere of Corulag, heading straight for the spaceport. Fenrir powered the engines down as he extended the ship's landing gear and landed the A-wing. At which point he began to flip through his list of contacts which had been categorized by planet, so he could find their details a lot more easily
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Post by Nase Talsey on Nov 9, 2013 20:10:11 GMT -8
CORULAG ACADEMY PROVOST OFFICE
"The civilian government is weak, democracy gentlemen… while noble in idea is less fruitful in practice."
There was a low murmur around the dimly lit conference table as old Imperial Officials spoke of treason and conspiracy. Almost a dozen uniformed men were partaking in the discussion. They wore the dull greens and browns of Imperial Army officers who were teachers at the academy or were else ranking officers who served in the planetary garrison. Representatives from the small Imperial fleet in orbit and the stormtrooper corps were conspicuously absent.
The man who had spoken previously stood up. He had a smooth face, unscarred by war, yet with piercing purple eyes and short cropped black hair, he looked an intimidating specimen. "I say again comrades, that it was a mistake for us to bow to this idea of democracy and the Republic. I spit on the Republic and I know I am not alone in this sentiment." The purple eyes rested briefly on each of the other attendees. Finally, he took his seat and another man rose.
"Thank you Colonel Grahm, we are well aware of your verbal sentiments in this matter. However perhaps it is time to let your superiors talk?" Colonel Grahm grimaced for a moment before nodding. He had been embarrassed by Major General Cornelius Krieger. "This mere gathering is enough indication that we have all through persuasion, observation of our own calculations realized that the current state of affairs bodes poorly for us. We stepped aside to allow the Republic to operate it's principles on our world but only through the threat of overwhelming force. With Imperial High Command in chaos and civil war between the fortress worlds in the Deep Core, we find ourselves in a unique situation."
Commander Julius Tau, one of Krieger's most loyal followers and adherents rose from his seat as his superior finished. "The Republic has been brought into war with the Mandalorians and there is rumor of impending Mandalorian attacks, whether or not this is true the common people are fearful. Trust in the Republic is eroding and on this historically Imperial World we have the means, motivation and justification to remove the civilian republic government and reinstate stable, Imperial rule."
"I do not think I am the first one to look around the room and notice that our comrades in the Stormtrooper Corps and the Navy are not with us today. Stormtroopers would be hesitant to disobey high command and while they could be defeated I am more concerned that the Navy is not amongst us. How can we succeed without them? If they are not our compatriots then they are an obstacle, a dangerous obstacle." Replied a dark skinned man of impressive build, Lieutenant General Harkin Lorde.
There were murmurs over the last statement, quiet doubts were verbalized...
The man to Krieger's right on the circular conference table stood. He was the image of a soldier, with blue eyes and dark hair. Square shoulders and jaw were definitive manly features and would have been used on recruitment posters years ago. General Nase Talsey pounded his right fist on the table. Instead of the dull sound of flash hitting metal there were three metallic pounds from his prosthetics. The room quickly silenced and eyes turned to the respected General. "The navy has always been the breeding ground for warlords. They believe that up their in the safety of their floating fortresses they can conduct war. But we have seen war, our men have seen war and they deserve better than to be lorded over by the Naval brass. We are formulating a plan to get them out of the way. Loyal officers will be contacted, while our opponents removed from the playing field. The same plan goes for the stormtrooper corps. However at the moment our most pressing issue is winning the support of the general populace and the youth… we have several plans for this… Understand gentlemen, this plan will take years. But we will reap the rewards of our patience." He said, looking at the Headmaster of the Academy with a devilish smile.
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Post by Nase Talsey on Nov 9, 2013 20:25:30 GMT -8
THE CURRENT STATE OF CORULAG
With the Fall of the 3rd Galactic Empire some many years ago and the continued failures of it's successor states, Imperial power and presence on Corulag began to wane. As the Galactic Republic rose to power, many core worlds were amongst the first to join this political and military alliance. Under increasing pressure from the general populace as well as the threat of military intervention by the Republic, the Imperial Government of Corulag was forced to step down. After that, democratic elections were held and a civilian government was instituted to conduct planetary affairs and Senators were elected to the Galactic Senate. In exchange for the peaceful transition the Empire was allowed to maintain it's military academy and it's research divisions on the planet as well as maintain a sizable force for mutual defense purposes and a fleet in orbit. The military force of the Empire, while sizable was deemed inappropriate as a threat to the Republic control of the sector.
However, in the recent years a grass roots pro-imperial movement was championed by several industrialists and youth organizations. Dubbing themselves "sons of the Empire" they were at first glance a political movement calling for militarization, increased police forces to combat crime and more sovereignty for the planet. However, this was perpetrated by members of the Imperial Military Academy in part of a longterm scheme to seize power. As disillusionment with the Republic grows thanks to Imperial funded propaganda moves, the Sons of the Empire are squaring off against the pro-Republic supporters in the political sphere.
All the while the Garrison leaders and Imperial instructors at the academy are working to eliminate opposition and foster public support for Imperial policies. Corulag was once a model Imperial world and with a push in the right direction, the people are beginning to reclaim their heritage...
THE PLAN
The conspirators: General Nase Talsey, Colonel Vander Grahm, Major General Cornelius Krieger, Commander Julius Tau, Lieutenant General Harkin Lorde, Headmaster Raz Bailey, Provost Jiin Tubeck and several other ranking Imperial Army Officers
These Imperial Army Officers based out of the Corulag academy and the planetary garrison have conspired to overthrow the government of Corulag and reinstate an Imperial military state.
Step 1. Coerce and Persuade other ranking army officials to join the coup Step 2. Fund and quietly support the "Sons of the Empire" unaffiliated political opposition movement Step 3. Evaluate the strength of enemies Step 4. Increase enrollment in the Corulag Academy to indoctrinate youth Step 5. Win over or eliminate neutral elements Step 5. Good faith campaign, lending imperial forces to combat crime, build schools etc. Step 6. Use agents in Sienar Science Division to produce new star fighters Step 7. Train Imperial Army pilots to man star fighters Step 8. Begin moving through arrest, assassination, bribery or threats members of the Republic govt. planetary security forces, Stormtrooper Corps and Imperial Navy Step 9. Launch the Coup
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Post by Nase Talsey on Nov 13, 2013 15:59:58 GMT -8
OUTSIDE THE CORULAG GOVERNMENT COMPLEX
Franz Fingrut was a young human male of 24 years old. He worked in the civilian government as an undersecretary. He was of medium height and build, brown hair and brown eyes, with a pale complexion. All in all an average looking human male. What his nondescript appearance hid was a barely unbridled ambition, the sense that he deserved more. Promised glory and wealth in the new Empire, he was now working as an informant and spy for the Conspiracy. It had been 3 days since Headmaster Raz Bailey of the Imperial Academy had made his offer to the General Assembly.
Now, as Franz walked biskly down the white marble stairs, he pressed a commlink to his ear and waited expectantly for his call to be received. It took several minutes as was normal for the encryption of the signal and other security measures to take effect so he was several hundred feet away, walking down a boulevard away from the center of government when there was finally an acknowledgement from the other end.
"My T-16 needs a new power converter." Said Franz into the commlink. There was a moments pause as his code was verified and then he proceeded. "The General assembly met again today. The only thing of note was the Headmaster's proposal which was discussed with length today. Once again the battle lines formed up… The Republicans are wary of the intentions and are trying to encourage a respectful decline. But… The majority have agreed. The amount of money promised in scholarships was an astounding figure and if you're able to deliver then they are willing to allow the class size amendment to pass."
After a few more minutes of mostly mundane reporting, Franz withdrew the commlink from his ear and replaced it in his breast pocket. He then caught a hover taxi to return to his modest dwelling, another day of work completed.
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Post by Atia on Nov 14, 2013 12:07:30 GMT -8
She came with charter flight. The banshees always came with charter flight. From Juvex, they went to a friendlier planet, Anobis, and from there it was easier to buy way to the core, and Corulag. The twilek woman was yellow, and her name was Four. Four was here on a personal mission. In order to gain a name, the Banshee has to find out what became of her old masters. If they still are alive, she is to end them, and take everything they can give. This usually made company or real estate transactions possible along with any wealth, and was backed up by a heavy picket line of lawyers founded by the Juvex Import Exports sister companies.
Number Four had her oddities, wich is arguably the reason why she was named out to be the next Number Four, since the last one gained her name. Strong willed, her break was legendary among the lower rank banshees. As was her clothing. With a monokle and top hat, female khaki smoking and khaki riding pants. White shirt, khaki tie. Even the hat was khaki.
She owned one poison needle ring desgised as black onyx, two cheramic knives, and a special umbrella. The Umbrellas shaft was partially a short duelling sword, a blaster rifle if it was assembled, and if opened, the rancor skin protected her from blaster fire. There was even a flap on the inside of the umbrella that could be opened so she could aim while the umbrella was open. Plus, the usual. Credit chip, short range comm, pen, pipe, anobian tubacco, datapad.
All this getting ready and all these nifty gear... and her last master she was supposed to hunt down died years ago, without airs. what a horrible vacation!
She got to a shoddy hotel, got a room, and started reading up on local affairs...
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Post by Nase Talsey on Nov 14, 2013 14:11:08 GMT -8
A press conference had been scheduled to unveil Prime Minister Shortle's new education referendum. It was such a happy coincidence that the Imperials had offered a greatly expanded scholarship initiative to provide financial support for the urban youth in the poorer sectors. It was after the legislature had accepted the Imperial proposal that Shortle felt confident enough to unveil his 15 year education reform to increased the availability of vocational and higher education to Corulag's growing number of youth and more importantly create incentives to keep the smart ones on planet and not lose them to Coruscant or Eriadu or Corellia. The stage had been set with the planetary sigils of Republic Corulag draping across the wall behind the stage. A elaborate podium stood in the middle of the stage with clear vision to hidden teleprompters on the opposite wall. On the floor were dozens if not hundreds of chairs for dignitaries, guests, teachers and reporters.
Shortle stood behind the door, mentally preparing himself and glancing at his data pad a few more times before nodding to his secretary and opened the door. There was an immediate rumble of conversation as the Prime Minister walked out. Shortle was a Selkath and it was perhaps only through the new reforms initiated by the Republic that minority groups such as the Selkath were represented on the human majority world. Through hard work and skillful politicking he had achieved the position of Prime Minister and was now working hard to make an impact as an alien. He slowed as he took his place behind the podium. Looking out across his people and the holorecorders that captured every moment he gave a solemn nod and raised his hand to settle the crowd.
"Proud people of Corulag, thank you for joining us this evening. Whether you are listening, viewing or here in person I thank you for your attention on this very crucial interest… The education of our youth is of the highest important and concern. I ran on a platform of economic prosperity and reclaiming our planet's prestige and wealth. It begins here with the training and knowledge that we provide our workforce, our thinkers and our doers. I stand before you jubilant for we have been in lengthy negotiations with our universities, major employers and outside investors and we have made significant progress on all fronts. For Example, the Imperial Military Academy has agreed to provide twice as many scholarships for our urban youth to attend the academy and learn the discipline and skills to actively contribute to their own wealth and our planet's…"
The press conference was broadcasted across the planet and continued on for some time… Behind the stage in the green room two Imperial advisors, instructors from the Military Academy sat and sipped Tarisian Ale with General Harkin Lorde.
"Everything is going according to plan. He even acknowledged us by name!" Said the younger instructor enthusiastically.
Lorde remained neutral in his expression and response. "It's still very early in the game to get this excited… If General Talsey doesn't secure the finances we will be in quite a bit… Oh wait, you will be in quite a bit of hot water with the government." Lorde referred to General Talsey's personal visit to Dressel, the home of a large neutrality based marketplace where he had gone to acquire a large loan to fund the new scholarships. They continued drinking slowly, carrying on about the state of Corulag and so forth throughout the rest of the press conference.
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Post by Atia on Nov 18, 2013 7:24:56 GMT -8
For w Twi'lek to fit in on a planet, imperial or otherwise, it was never too hard. Especially one whom had dancing experience. After going to just three clubbs, she had offers up to her neck. Doing some site-seeing and learning more of the local political and business enviroment in a library, she chose a fancy "dancing club" which was close to two corporate giants skyscraper, and the local majors office. She started to aquir some regular clients even in her first week, two high end business men and a mayors office achives clerk.
This is what she was. A Sleeper Cell. She gained local news information on the Republic, and some on the local politics. More importantly, she got packadges that she sent on to other places. She made sure she had a lot of friends, some in higher places and waited for a sign or an order to start acting. And when she does, she will have access to places where the actions of one Banshee can change the fate of a world.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2013 16:36:59 GMT -8
Fenrir had spent a couple days in Curomelle gathering intel from a couple of his contacts. Just as he had suspected, Tatooine was going to be his next destination. Although he didn't have anything concrete, there was talk of someone fitting the Draykon Brothers description there. It wasn't much, but it was better then nothing. He made his way back to the A-wing and hopped into the cockpit before powering the starfighter systems up. He then activated the repulsors, causing the ship to lift off the ground, before powering up the engines as the small craft took off up through the planet's atmosphere towards orbit
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Post by Ander Tagira on Dec 23, 2013 12:56:01 GMT -8
"Soviet" GALSAF Black Operations Government Complex Sector, Curamelle, Corulag 1500 hours, Corulag local time Soviet watched his target, Franz Fingrut, out of the periphery of his vision as he left the main Government Complex, pressing a comlink to his ear. The young man said nothing for several long moments. The GALSAF Black Operations commando listened in on the conversation from the driver's seat of a hover taxi, docked across the permacrete road outside the Government building, garbed in typical civilian attire following modern Corulag fashion. The decryption system running from the comlink he had inserted into the taxi's communication gear worked as efficiently as it could, but even so half the contents of Fingrut's conversation were lost to him.My T-16 needs a new power converter. The transmission began, giving Soviet hope the rest of the conversation might have come in just as clearly. Unfortunately he was disappointed, but was able to collect more information than he needed. The General assembly met…static...today. The only thing of note was the Headmaster's proposal…static…today. Once again...static...up…static...wary of the intentions and…static...a respectful decline. But...static...jority have agreed. The…static...oney promised in scholarships wa…static...nd if you're able to del…static...they are willing to…static...the class size amend…static…pass. Soviet continued listening to the rest of the half-garbled transmission, most of which consisted of unimportant and mundane details. As Fingrut ended the conversation and removed the comlink from his ear, Soviet unplugged the decryption device and stowed it in a small satchel resting in the passenger seat of the hover taxi. His target slid into the rear seat of a taxi 30 meters ahead of Soviet's. He started the repulsors on his own taxi and waited for Fingrut's ride to gain roughly 100 more meters on him before he slipped the vehicle from its docked position on the road and began following. Soviet increased his following distance while absentmindedly routing the conversation he had captured to a secured com-channel to GALSAF Command. He wasn't the only Black Operator on the planet, but he was the only one attached to Franz Fingrut for the time being, and therefore was the only source of intelligence on the man and his activities. As Soviet followed Fingrut's taxi at an inconspicuous distance, he began to consider the possible angles the government employee might be working. Fingrut certainly wasn't working alone, the conversation Soviet had captured confirmed that now. Previously, Fingrut had been listed as a single operative, possibly working for a local terrorist network dubbed the "Sons of the Empire." Soviet now began to suspect the Sons were working in conjunction with members of the government, and while he had a short-list of possibilities, he had so far been unable to gather enough intelligence linking the people in that list to the Sons. Hopefully, whatever he found in Fingrut's domicile would prove useful. And if not, he could always extract information from Fingrut himself. Wait, no. Soviet told himself as he cut away from the main travel lanes and disappeared around the corner of a massive skyscraper. If he were to interrogate Fingrut, they're only link between government officials and the Sons of the Empire, he'd either have to kill the man or risk Fingrut exposing the fact that the entire operation was being watched. And Soviet wasn't even sure Fingrut would have any information worth extracting. His best bet was to continue observation. Soviet gripped the controls of the hover taxi tightly as he considered other options, then brought the vehicle around another tower and back into the main travel lane. Fingrut's hover taxi came back into sight, no more than 200 meters ahead. If he could manage to sneak a bug into Fingrut's apartment, he might glean the evidence he needed, but only if his target were to meet with other members of the Sons or the government at his own home, or if he were the type to talk to himself about his subversive plans when he was alone. No, bugging the place wouldn't get him anywhere, Soviet told himself. Again he was left with observation.
The Galactic Security Assistance Force had been monitoring the Sons of the Empire for several months, after intelligence stolen by GALSAF operatives from the Republic Government security forces in the system had revealed the presence of the terrorist group on Corulag. Shortly after, Soviet and a pair of his fellow Black Operators, to include Hoover and Tag, had been dispatched to the system independently of one another to gather more intelligence and decide on a course of action. They had learned little in the three weeks since arriving on Corulag, but all the information they had thus far pointed to plans for some sort of operation between certain government officials and the Sons of the Empire. Delmani Altic, the BOG (Black Operations Group) Unit Commander, had suspected the officials involved would have Imperial ties, but so far no proof had surfaced. The Sons were a collection of youth that promoted a return to the Imperial style of government, and desired to see the democracy of the Republic cast out of the system. It seemed large portions of Corulag's population were in support of this idea, though Delmani had readily admitted there was no certainty this belief was accurate. Soviet decided to focus his intelligence gathering on members of the Sons of the Empire in the hopes that one of them would eventually lead him to the government officials involved. His short-list included Colonel Vander Grahm, Major General Cornelius Krieger, Lieutenant General Harkin Lorde, and General Nase Talsey, as well as several corporate leaders who owned industries on Corulag that functioned almost solely based on Imperial military contracts. He wasn't sure the contracts had anything to do with the Sons of the Empire, however. It didn't seem to make sense that Imperial leaders would entrust the profits or products of military-supply corporations to a gang of rebellious youth, no matter if the Sons supported a return to Imperial rule. If anything, the Imperials were likely to secretly rebuild their own military strength under the Republic's nose, but even this idea sounded ludicrous in light of the fact that there were no secret facilities anywhere near the Corulag system that would allow them to do so without being found out.
Soviet continued mulling these thoughts over in his head as he followed Franz Fingrut back to his apartment, docking his hover taxi across the travel lane outside a high-end restaurant. He lowered the viewpane beside him and lit a cigara, letting his arm rest on top of the taxi's door as he watched his target. After a moment, his secure comlink blinked with an incoming transmission. Pressing the "Accept" button on the center console, Soviet grumbled, "Mum, is that you? What'd ya want, ya know I'm workin'." You know I was making you dinner, you said you'd try to get the day off! Came the gruff voice of his partner, Hoover. Soviet nodded to himself and spoke again. "What is it, then?"Hoover sighed over the comlink, then made his own report. I don't have much, though some of the officials on the short-list have been meeting frequently over the past few weeks. Seems they've made a visit to Fogo Brill, CEO of Gwain Spices, and a couple other businesses. Aether Hypernautics is one of them, they do Research and Development and supply hyperdrive motivators for the Imps. Gowix Computers is another; they're a subsidy of TaggeCo. I also tracked a transmission from the Government Sector to Manson Corp. I've got nothing as far as a meeting between them and Manson Corp, but I'm sure they must have had one, unless the Manson leaders opted out of whatever it is the Imperials were offering. Their business is starports, by the way.Soviet frowned, not entirely sure what to make of it all. Governments frequently met with corporations all across the Galaxy to set up contracts and relations of all sorts, so this didn't sound much out of place. Until they could figure out what it was the Imperials were after, or at least figure out who involved, it could mean nothing more than the usual day-to-day business. He put his thoughts on hold for a moment."Any idea who was at those meetings? On the Imperial side, at least?" He asked. Hoover was silent for a moment, then replied. Ya, actually. Seems like a junior NCO, Corporal Bradley, of Fifth Regiment is the one that paid the visit to Fogo Brill. Soviet almost laughed. A Corporal? Meeting with the CEO of a chemical development firm? That was certainly suspicious, but it didn't link to anyone on Soviet's short-list."That doesn't tell me much, unless Bradley's got ties to the Sons of the Empire. Soviet replied, unconvinced they had anything. You're right, it doesn't, which is why I'm sitting outside the Fifth Regiment ground based barracks right now. I'm hoping to catch Bradley meeting with someone on our list. Again, Soviet felt nothing but uncertainty. "If Bradley's working for the Sons then you have a shot, but if he's working directly for one of the Imperial military leaders, then we're not going to catch them talking in public over caf. They'll meet in their offices on post."You're right, but if I can bug Bradley off base, we might get a glimpse of him meeting with one of those military or government officials. Came Hoover's reply. Soviet shrugged. "Good enough for me, for now. Keep an eye on him, let me know what you find out, and where he's going. I'm going to stick with Fingrut for now, see if I can't catch him with one of the Sons." Soviet killed the transmission and took another drag of his cigara. Night was beginning to fall on Curamelle, and Soviet would need to catch some sleep. The sensor he had stashed outside Fingrut's apartment would alert him to anyone entering or leaving the complex, before they reached the man's door, so he didn't have to worry much about missing out on anything important. Pulling his cap down over his eyes, Soviet let himself drift off into a light sleep, just deep enough to rest his mind.
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Post by Atia on Jan 5, 2014 6:31:19 GMT -8
Number Four walked down the street. The khaki tophat with the khaki smoking and khaki riding pants, stiletto shoes and umbrella. She looked highly attractive, an eyecatcher. She was far from unarmed. The stilettos were detachable knives, the tophat was a smoke bomb, the umbrella was a blaster rifle and a rapier. Not to mention the fact that the umbrella was made from a very expensive and luxurious kind of leather. Rancor hide. Of course, it was painted over to look like a cheap knockoff.
She was calmly walking down the street, looking over her schedule in the datapad. Tonight its Figrut, tomorrow, the prime ministers assistant, the day after, figrut again mixed with some resendable packages to other cells in the galaxy and a status report. She looked over Figruts info she had gathered and the lies she is supposed to hold herself to. The weeks since her arrival, she had gathered a good number of followers in the luxury strip club she was dancing in, and she had broken the "no dating customers" rule. She managed to get some of the local governments high end people to be interested in her and she started working them for information. She had gotten under the skin for three special people. Figrut was one, so was the ministers assistant. The third... was a special project. A nobody. A 9-5-er. No wife, no kidds, no friends.
A scapegoat.
She stopped by Fingruts appartment, buzzed, and was let in.
The night went on with wine, music and "adult entertainment". Fingrut enjoyed it all, especially his last drink that had a mild sedative in it, sending him fast to sleep. This was her first such operation with Fingrut. She had previously learned that the man shuts off his internal security sistem, because... well... he has a wife... and she has the codes for the security cameras... So, Four had free reign over the males office.
This was just the first move. She would identify the security software on the males computer and datapad, she would try to find any safes and note their type and make, she would also place a recording device in every room. Just a small and simple recording device she could retrieve later that did not send off any kind of comm waves witch would make them easy to be found.
She got the information, collected her payment, kissed the man on the cheek with a rouged lip and left in the middle of the night towards her apartmant. As she got out of the building, she spotted a cab right across the street, witch she ran over to and entered. The driver was smoking, but she wouldnt be bothered.
-4- "Monson street 445b."
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Post by Ander Tagira on Jan 5, 2014 13:07:10 GMT -8
"Soviet" [NO DESIGNATION] GALSAF Black Operations Residential Sector, Curamelle, Corulag 1240 Corulag local time Soviet had been watching Fingrut's apartment for hours, keeping a watchful eye on the place. The man hadn't left since arriving at home that afternoon, and the lights had been shut off several hours later. The area was silent and bereft of activity, barring the occasional passer by. However, as Soviet was checking the rear view mirrors of his taxi speeder, he caught sight of an oddly dressed Twi'lek woman approaching from behind, on Fingrut's side of the street. He narrowed his eyes, looking over the woman, who wore a top hat, stiletto heels, and carried a parasol of some kind. She certainly wasn't garbed in local Corulag fashion, and as the weather had been clear and sunny for the passed several days with no forecast of rain, the umbrella alone tipped off Soviet's suspicions, which were confirmed as she made her way to Fingrut's door and was let in shortly thereafter. Soviet reached for the comm and activated it. Hoover, I think I've got something. A Twi'lek woman just entered Fingrut's apartment, oddly clothed. I don't think she's an escort, the fashion doesn't fit, and Fingrut's got few friends. Soviet reported. Hoover's voice sounded in his ear soon after. Any sign of trouble? He asked. Soviet looked around briefly, seeing no one else in the area, either on the street of amongst the many buildings around him. No, nothing. She might be a contact from the Sons, or the military. This time, Hoover took a moment to reply. Keep me posted. Was all he said. Soviet told him he would then killed the com channel for the moment. He continued to casually watch the apartment for activity, and some time later the woman left the apartment. She began strutting immediately towards his speeder while he was enjoying another cigarette. He reached for the comlink again and turned it on, then looked away from the woman and took a final drag from his smoke, muttering under his breath to Hoover. She just left, she's coming my way, probably for a ride. Hoover tossed his cigarette from the window, his face still turned as he blew the last of the smoke from his lungs. The action would prevent the woman from knowing he had been speaking, giving only the impression that he was kindly disposing of his cigarette before accepting a client into his taxi. The comlink would capture everything said within the taxi and report it to Hoover in real time, though would only signal as being locked onto the dispatching channel to avoid raising suspicion. As the Twi'lek woman opened the rear door and slid inside the back of the cab, Soviet looked up at her through the rear view mirror centered on his forward screen. She was an astute looking woman, though the smeared rouge on her lips told Soviet a little bit about her. An escort would have fixed herself up before leaving a client's bed, but this woman's clothes showed no sign of dishevelment. She was no escort, nor a friend. Whatever happened in that apartment, Soviet doubted Fingrut had benefited from it at all. He flashed the woman a smile, then began cycling the repulsors and lifting the cab off of the ground."Four-Four-Five-Bee, Monson Street i'is then, miss." He confirmed as he began pulling away from his parked position and into the air and started the fare counter from zero. Soviet had planted a small sensor and camera outside Fingrut's apartment to watch for any activity, though he doubted the man would be leaving any time soon, if he were even still alive. "I'll get ya there in a jiff, miss, no worries! You want me to drive safe, or fast?" Soviet joked boisterously, giving the impression he was coming on to the woman. "S'not often I get a fair lass like yourself in me cab, so I'll give ya a bit of a discount, how says you?" Soviet's words were jovial in nature as he sped away from the block and began making for Monson Street. It wasn't far, but it wasn't close either, so he expected to make a decent bit of coin for his trouble. And hopefully score some more intelligence as well...
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Post by Atia on Jan 5, 2014 14:23:55 GMT -8
-4- "Drive as you wish."
She said as the car started and she got out a little makeup kit from her purse the writer forgot to mention. She started to remove the makeup she had on though, not putting new on. When the question for a discount came, she blinked for a few moments and then smiled. She had rehashed the driver in her mind in a jiff of a second. Cab in good condition, so he is either in for the long haul in the cab business, or a newstarter. Smoker, so he is a family man, nobody makes a male smoke but a woman. He might even have a few boring kids and an even more boring mistress. A slave of the family. But then why would he offer a discount? People that have family dont care about others, they take what they can to hold up said family... unhappily married? Divorced? Night time predator? She hoped for the later, she have not had a good fight since she left Juvex. She might just be able to kill the man and steal his ID-s. Tech support back home would make perfect forgeries from actual ID cards and documents. But two questions stood still in her mind. Exactly why would he offer a discount at this hour, and why would he stand on a desolate street instead of a busy one? Especially outside her targets apartment?
-4- "Do you give discounts to all of your ... fair lasses, or am I a special one?"
Even if the Force was strong in the universe, Irony was an other powerful driving force. Here we have, two operatives who totaly misjudge each other, gathering information.
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Nase Talsey
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jan 7, 2014 7:44:42 GMT -8
In an abandoned warehouse by the spaceport, light spilled from the broken transparisteel windows and the cracks under broken blast doors. The decrepit nature of the building reflected the at very least the the suffering export sector of Corulag's economy. Inside building were over 100 young men, a small slice of the workforce that had once driven the load lifters and, cargo skirts and operated the tractor beams that would transport Corulag's major company's goods across the stars. In the intricate web that was global economics one could trace an interesting series of connections between the unemployed, the decrepit warehouse, the declining imports and the decline in Imperial contracts… This connection would perhaps, if realized, be used as evidence of more profitable and idyllic years gone by...
Certainly these connections were not lost on the men in the warehouse… They were members of the Sons of the Empire and while Imperial brass may have exaggerated just how much Imperial contracts sustained Corulag, the impoverished always look for quick answers, for instant gratification and that was what they were offered...
"Tonight my brothers, we strike the Corulag branch of the Republic's Ministry of Commerce. It is a symbol of corruption and disparity!" A burly dark skinned human male named Jovis Kern pontificated before the assembled Sons of the Empire. Atop a hastily constructed podium he read from a flimsisheet written by an imperial officer. "The Republic's Ministry of Commerce claims and I quote 'We are responsible for ensuring the smooth operation of commerce within the Republic and with keeping track and promoting important inter-system shipping."
This illicited outrage as the mob mentality and anger fused to create an almost palpable fury within the men. Like football hooligans they began chanting and clenching fists, pounding their chests and getting ready for extremism...
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Several hours later in the dead of night, 167 men stood walked the clear road to the Ministry of Commerce. As the mob approached police patrols took note and followed at cautious distances until reinforcements could be summoned… Security hastily assembled 30 or so officers in front of the gate… The mob, while unarmed, charged the guards, picking them up and hurling them out of the way. It was a tidal wave of hundreds against dozens. Late night staff fled as the mob rebuffed by sealed doors, instead burst in through windows and then proceeded to unlock the building for their fellows… They proceeded the ransack the Ministry, setting fires, bashing computers, and breaking as much as they could before security moved in...
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It took Corulag Security Forces 34 minutes to respond and it would have taken longer had it not been for the fortuitous arrival of Imperial Army Troopers. The soldiers were unarmed as per their tacit agreement with the Republic government in regards to military possession of firearms, however they were armored and perfectly capable of using their martial ability to assist in subduing the rioters. With aerial support from hovercraft and the marching forward of security the mobs were dispersed, dozens were taken into custody but the sheer number of them meant many were able to go to escape. The Corulag security response was not necessarily efficient. As fires were put out, Jovis checked his data pad as he fled the scene and a single message was displayed… "Good work."
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Nase Talsey
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jan 8, 2014 22:28:26 GMT -8
Corulag Archives
--Media
---Political Coverage
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The following are a series of recorded press conferences conducted the night after the attack on the Ministry of Commerce. The recording contain the responses of several prominent figures of Corulag, both those directly involved, and those individuals of stature who have commented upon them.
“General Talsey, why did the Imperial army intervene in this affair? And why were you so quick to respond? Is there any possibility that you and your cohorts knew of the actions of the Sons of the Empire terrorist organization?” Asked a shrewd Selkath journalist, who represented those who continued to distrust the empire and those concerned by the rise of their activities on the planet.
General Talsey, fully dressed in officers uniform sat behind the press table looking quite bored. The general was flanked by two uniformed Imperial officers, whose steely gazes rested on the inquisitive journalist.
Talsey pointed to the Imperial banner behind him as he responded to the Selkath. “Do you know what that is?”
The Selkath gave a wet chortle, “General, that is the symbol of the Empire, but I do not understand what that has to do with any of thi...”
“It has everything to do with this!” Interruped the General. “For an era, that banner was flown high and proud across the streets and thoroughfares of this great planet. For as long as that banner flew Corulag’s people could rely on the safety and security, the knowledge that under Imperial protection, they were safe. Times have changed and now a new banner, a new order protects this city, this planet and these great people. But as long as we are here, as long as there is still one Imperial left on Corulag that citizen will hold the protection of his home, this planet, at the forefront of their mind. We have defended and preserved the peace of Corulag in the past and as long as we draw breath, we will continue to do so.”
“That sounds very patriotic sir, but does not explain why you intervened in a domestic affair, clearly the jurisdiction of local law enforcement, not the Imperial Army, which, if I am not mistaken has been allowed to remain in order to provide protection from external threats?” A new voice had taken up the call, this time the voice belonged to a female human.
General Talsey rolled his eyes before continuing with a bit more irritation in his voice… “Yes you are right and if you’d like to spend the next few hours reviewing the details of the Imperial contract with the Republic government then you can do so with another officer who has a bit more patience for these questions than I do. We responded to a civil emergency. Did we overstep our boundaries? Perhaps we did and I, on behalf of the Imperial Army will apologize for that. However, I would like to remind you all that my men showed up unarmed and once there, reinforced local law enforcement and placed themselves under the command of the officers already on scene.”
“But is it not suspicious that so many of your soldiers just happened to be on hand? Not to mention how quickly they arrived. I am not convinced that this may not have been merely an elaborate ruse concocted between you and the terrorists to paint yourselves in better light and grab power.” The Selkath was now less questioning than he was pontificating.
General Talsey slammed his robotic arm and hand down upon the table, hushing the crowd. The briefest of moments fury marred his face, but it was quickly suppressed. “It may seem suspicious to those who would jump at their own shadows certainly but I thought the people of Corulag were made of sterner stuff, who make accusations only when the evidence was sufficient. Show me your evidence? You have none, but wild accusations that spit in the face of the men and women who put their lives on the line yesterday to bring order back to the streets! My soldiers did not have to intervene, do you believe that would have been a wiser course of action? You seek the truth?” Asked Talsey as he rose to his feet “I shall give you the truth, an uncomfortable truth. It took my men over 30 standard minutes to respond to the Ministry. In that time government security forces had not rallied sufficient resources or coordination to reclaim the building and bring the protestors to justice. The truth of the matter is, that government security is overstretched and plagued with inefficiency. I have no proof of corruption or ineptitude, but I do know that the demands of protecting our world weigh heavily on the shoulders of so few. We tried to alleviate that burden last night and here we stand persecuted for it. I am disgusted, insulted and ashamed!” Said Talsey angrily as he turned to his left and walked out, followed by his flanking officers.
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Ander Tagira
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Post by Ander Tagira on Jan 14, 2014 17:20:04 GMT -8
"Soviet" [NO DESIGNATION] GALSAF Black Operations Residential Sector, Curamelle, Corulag 1240 Corulag local time Soviet shrugged his shoulders as the woman spoke, keeping his eyes forward and watching his flight path. "Every lass is a special one." He glanced up at the rear view mirror and flashed his patron a lecherous grin. "An' besides, sometimes when I scratch their backs, they scratch mine, if ya take me meanin', miss." Soviet looked back outside the forward viewscreen of the speeder taxi as he looped around a series of residential buildings and dropped into Monson Street. He brought the speeder low and began tapering off the repulsors, checking his map display for residence 445. As he approached it, Soviet brought the taxi to a halt and lightly smacked the fare meter, stopping its recording."Here we are. Four-Four-Five, Monson Street." Soviet recounted the address, keying the rear passenger door open. He reached for a paper card that sat on the dashboard of the main console and held his hand back to the woman. "'Smy card, if ya ever need another ride." Were the woman to actually look into the company represented on the paper card, she would find information about a legitimate taxi operation company run by a small group of individuals in Curamelle that had been established several years previous. Everything would check out, though some information would be omitted from public records, such as the actual driving records for a handful of the taxi operators. After all, no one wanted to fly in a taxi that was piloted by individuals with large amounts of accident and speeding tickets.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jan 16, 2014 6:19:48 GMT -8
While her driver might have just been a taxi chauffeur, he WAS parking outside her assets apartment in a deserted street and wasnt bitching about just taking a break. Of course, he could just like the sight of a nice looking client and the money she might bring, but she wanted to be on the sure side. If she could trust him being Joe Ordinary, she could use him for more driving, and later, maybe more. So, she put her comm link on silent and automated answering and hid it under her seat. Nr 4 didnt pay, she just got out and told him his future.
-4- "You will keep the meter running."
She didnt go to an apartment, she walked up to a Holo-café witch was closed. Taking a key, she opened up walked in, punched in the code and started up the shop clerks computer after closing the front door. Finigan was one of Nr 4-s clients, the same way as the prime ministers but the third asset was a lonely man, who owned a Holo-café. She was his jewel, and he was her secured line home.
She sat down by the computer and connected to the holonet, going to a dating site. She found "Wellhung Dung", and sent her the starting message. While getting an answer, she opened a drawer and pulled a comms device from the many laying in there. She called her phone in the taxi and listened while chatting on the Holo.
-Transcript of conversation between "Wellhung Dung" and "TwinLekkus7435"- "I am bored, want some cuddling." "I hear you TL, do you have a great need?" "Yes... yes I do. I will send over the pictures." Retrieved data transfares to Juvex. "Your needs are doable. We have someone that is ready right now." "Good. I will continue with my things now then." "Good, give me a report when you are done."
She shut the computer off, closed the shop and went back to the taxi.
-4- "Back to where you picked me up."
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Nase Talsey
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jan 21, 2014 12:24:30 GMT -8
Gerard Ford threw open the doors of the Corulag-Republic Ministry of Commerce executive chambers causing the other sentients in the room to jump in shock and turn their heads to see who caused the disturbance. The Ministry of Commerce was a gigantic building, the center of the Republic's Economic regulation commitees, investment oversight boards and monetary regulators. It was also a large convention center and the building itself was symbolic of the Republic's economic progress and oversight of the sector.
All heads turned to follow Gerard Ford as he stalked towards his seat at the head of the table, conversation dried up and aides scurried out of the room. Perhaps even more ominous was the fact that Gerard Ford was trailed by 4 armored men from Coreguard Security Services, one of the largest private military contractors in the galaxy. Gerard calmly took his seat and gave a malicious smile before speaking.
"Gentlemen... Good afternoon... First I would like to thank you all for being here... Second, who in the hell allowed this to happen?!" yelled Minister ford as he slammed on the table, his casual attitude vanished as veins popped on his neck. The recent attack was an embarrassment as well as a legitimate threat to the teetering Corulag economy. As Minister of Economics for Corulag and it's planetary systems, Ford was the Republic's representative tasked with upholding the Republic's greater interests in the region. This attack had disrupted import export regulations with the destruction of records and had disrupted the day to day operations of the Ministry, hurting Ford's reputation.
"Sir... This was unprecedented... we had no idea this would happen so soon. The Prime Minister himself did not even see fit to warn us of the threat..." *The speaker, Hek Daazen, a blond haired young man and Secretary of Customs began to say meekly before being cut off by the representative of the Mansom Corporation. Mansom Corporation was historically aligned with Imperial interests and since a meeting over a year ago, was now aligning themselves more closely with the Imperial political elements in Corulag. "I was present at the meeting in which the Prime Minister was alerted to this danger. He said, and I quote. 'Will remain ever vigilant to these sorts of attacks.' That is what he said. He made a promise to protect our businesses and our already struggling economy."
Minister Ford growled with anger as arguments began to break out... "You idiots were supposed to remain vigilant! You have your own security forces to protect your interests, there is no reason that the Prime Minister would need to tell us to watch for these problems! They should have been caught regardless!" Exclaimed Colenel Ferrin Rourk, the Republics security Force's liaison.
"Tell me Liason. Just who's fault was it that led to the crippling attack on this very building? Slacking on security there chief? It's your job to protect this building" Retorted the elderly Secretary of global finance, a smart mouthed twi'lek named Huu Daan.
The Republic bureaucracy descended into chaos… The metaphorical fire that was started by the raid by the Sons of the Empire was fanned by Imperial aligned companies such as Mansom Corporation and Aether Hypernautics who levied blame and slandered the Republic Security Force and Republic economic policy that led to such high unemployment. Arguments took over meetings where reconstruction and reformation could have taken place, adding to the inefficiency and poor public opinion of the Pro-Republic government.
Coreguard Security Services, whom Ford had brought into the meeting were then hired on in greater numbers to take over even more security on Corulag, particularly the capital city and places of importance as it became increasingly clear that the Republic security forces were unable to handle all the rising issues of security. Coreguard now found themselves placed in places of importance such as guarding government buildings and communication centers...
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Ander Tagira
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Post by Ander Tagira on Jan 30, 2014 13:50:01 GMT -8
"Soviet" [NO DESIGNATION] GALSAF Black Operations Residential Sector, Curamelle, Corulag 1248 Corulag local time Soviet nodded amicably as his charge stepped out of the cab and demanded he keep the meter running. "Right-oh, miss." He tipped his hat in her direction as she walked away from the cab. He watched her by way of the rearview mirror, out of the periphery of his vision so he didn't appear to be searching. The woman walked to the front door of a closed Holo-cafe. Soviet reached down and activated the cab's modified transceiver."Hoover, I've dropped the woman off, but she wants a ride elsewhere after this. She just entered a cafe at the edge of the residential district. I don't have a visual on her but she must be using one of the terminals to send or receive a communication of some kind." Hoover took a moment to respond, but when he did his reply was welcome.I'll start sifting through planetary communications, see if I can't dredge something up. Soviet thanked the man then killed the comm again and waited for the woman to return. In keeping with his promise of a discount, Soviet stopped the meter for the time being. While waiting, Soviet checked his firearm, ensuring it was readily available but hidden from sight. If this woman was an operative of some kind, she might already have her suspicions about him. And if she did, but proved useless for information, Soviet would have no choice...
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Ander Tagira
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Post by Ander Tagira on Jan 30, 2014 14:46:25 GMT -8
"Hoover" [NO DESIGNATION] GALSAF Black Operations Military District, Curamelle, Corulag 1204 Corulag local time Hoover didn't like what he was seeing and reading on the planetary news network. The recent riots in the capital had sent the Republic government into turmoil, infighting preceded any semblance of functioning democracy. The man the Imperials propped up to speak on the riots had handled himself in exactly the way Corulag's population would want him to. He was passionate, angry, and expressed nothing but the fiercest loyalty and support of the people. That was the word: people. Nothing about the Republic government. The Imperials had all but said it: They support the people, to hell with the Republic. The government as established by the Republic had been at odds with Corulag's population since its inception. And now the Imperials had just put several nails in the Republic's coffin. Hoover understood the ploy, and it was working. Support for the Republic military was at an all time low for Corulag, even at the height of the Empire had there been more sympathy than there was now. As a result, Coreguard Security Forces was garnering an increase in units deployed, and both Mansom Corporation and Aether Hypernautics had initiated a massive slander campaign against the Republic government and forces in the last twenty-four hours. Military contractors falling out of favor with the standing government might sound like a good thing to some of the planet's political commentators, but Hoover knew better. Mansom Corp and their affiliated industrial giants wouldn't dare abandon their food dish without having another already to turn to. And who were the only ones in the sector willing and able to provide such long-term investment? Not the Sons of the Empire, Hoover was certain. Corporations didn't want to be the government, they wanted to control it. The Sons of the Empire were certainly not the boys for the job, Hoover knew. The Imperial military leadership were the only ones in the sector prepared to take on the responsibility of running a planet in the event that the Republic government was forced to shut down. All this spoke of subversion to Hoover. It was shady, cloak and dagger, backdoor politics, what have you. He'd seen it happen before, on a dozen worlds. And he had effective ways of nipping such movements before they could bear their tumultuous fruit.
Hoover had been in contact with Soviet over the last several hours, updating one another on their respective progress. Hoover was sitting outside a tap-caf, enjoying a hot mug of local brew while he scrolled through planetary communications data he'd pulled earlier. Hoover was waiting to catch Corporal Bradley of the Imperial 5th Regiment leaving his unit's barracks. He hoped to follow the junior NCO to whomever he was regularly meeting with, be they Imperial military or Sons of the Empire. Once they knew which of the two Bradley was meeting with, Hoover would have a much better idea of how this all tied together. He hadn't yet reached any conclusions, though he had a couple theories. If the worst of his concerns was coming true, however, Hoover would have to call for a third Operator from GALCOM. If a coup was in the making, Hoover and Soviet wouldn't be able to stop the Imperial political powerhouse all on their own...
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