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Post by Salvatore Kasalle on Jul 31, 2022 3:22:52 GMT -8
Imperial presence within Prakith's orbit had increased given recent turmoil within the Deep Core, as a majority of Star Destroyers could be already spotted on entry point by the scout ship. From the regular Imperial Star Destroyers up to other foreign models, produced by the First Order, various ships could be sighted alongside a few Venator-like ships, that were in closer range towards the planet, ascending slowly from the surface. Two massive stations were seen after some time, presumably models of the Golan line.
While communication lines varied, the most notable ones aside from the civil ones were those, that had seemingly connections towards a trade organisation.::Commander to rest of the Household, Prosperitas reports no hull damages or further interferences. Status report.::::Divitiae reporting, nothing unusual on our ship either.::::Potentia:: reporting, Trade Galleon and wares stable. Our sensors detect however an unknown frequence in the comm line.::Brief silence followed.::Prosperitas to rest of the fleet, can't confirm. According to the Neimoidian protocol we can safely ignore it and leave it to our technicians. Contacting the Household regarding the issue.::The channel line remained open, yet nothing else was broadcasted as the ships from which the signals were picked up remained within orbit for the moment. So far there was nothing for the droids aboard the stealth ship, that seemed unusual within their behavior.
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Post by Kaine Australis on Aug 4, 2022 9:42:21 GMT -8
With its mission in Prakith local space completed, the Lightstealth-18 ceased its scanning operations, transmitted its findings via hypercomm, and began to retreat from the system. The droid crew worked efficiently, shifting power from scanners to engines and hyperdrive smoothly as the scout ship moved off. After a systems check, it jumped to lightspeed, outbound to its next target.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Aug 4, 2022 16:22:31 GMT -8
The Tribune Guard stood positioned around the room in their red and grey armour, barely flinching as the Master of the Ren stepped into the room. Fiora, however, about rounded on Harnan as she sensed his approach and arrival into the room. With how much was going on across the First Order and within the territory of the Ren, she had been a little on edge from his summons to the repair station. Before she spoke though, she came to a stop and took a moment to calm down. Finally letting out a sighSorry Master... There is just a lot going on. Your orders were vague and... I was worried... He had sensed the fire raging within her, ready to unload upon him before she took a moment to temper the flames. He wouldn't have blamed her either had she not held back. It was certainly true a lot had been going on across the First Order in recent months, especially as Nic's advanced age started to raise questions as to how much longer he would sit the throne. Harnan had also been actively working to reinforce the Deep Core and prepare it for what was to come next. He also got a feeling that her visions were once more troubling her, giving her glimpses into possible futures. Eventualities that may or may not come to pass. Keeping so many paths forward open had also been a draining effort upon him to cover up his planFear not. We are the Knights of Ren, and the First Order is a strong Empire. It won't come crumbling down so quickly, or so easily...He started to stride deeper into the room then, coming to a stop when he was looking out the massive viewport transparisteel which gave a good view of the repair docks and one of the Golan III stations in orbit, with plenty of open space yet to be filledUntil that day eventually comes, I summoned you here to present you some new gifts...Almost perfectly on cue, the Rastreador-class Pursuit Frigate dropped out of hyperspace over Prakith in the middle of the viewport, with 4 TIE/Co Conquistador's exiting one of the hangar bays and heading toward the Repair Station to a nearby hangar bayAllow me to introduce one of the first of our new line of ships. A Rastreador-class Pursuit Frigate which will serve as your first starship command, loaded with two hundred Purge Troopers and a compliment of starfighters...
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Post by Fiora Ren on Aug 4, 2022 19:01:22 GMT -8
She was a little taken aback as Harnan seemed to praise the First Order. She knew he didn't hate the Empire that Nicademus had built, but Harnan rarely commented on it, let alone said anything nice. The flames that had previously been burning bright smouldered as she watched Harnan cross the room to the viewport and looked out it. Her curiosity had been piqued already, but nothing could have prepared her for the appearance of the Rastreador-class Pursuit Frigate. She took several quick steps up to Harnan's side and stared out the viewport, watching the quartet of foreign looking starfighter designs head toward the station and land in a hangar just below the viewing area they were standing in. She was still marvelling at the ship as Harnan explained what it was My very own ship... Thank you Harnan! I mean... thank you Master... She felt something different in the Force then, emanating from the hangar bay below them. Force Signatures she did not recognise There is something else, isn't there?
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Post by Harnan Ren on Aug 8, 2022 20:05:27 GMT -8
He kept his arms crossed over his chest as he turned his helmet and angled his visor down toward Fiora, ignoring her brief slip up. However she was as observant as ever, noting the arrival of the new Force Signatures. Her powers were continually growing and would soon challenge and then eclipse his own. Meaning he would just have to become craftier and act faster Observant... There is one other thing... This way... He turned around and headed out of the observation room and down the hallway a short way and took the staircase down into the Hangar Bay. The 4 TIE/Co Conquistador's were sitting on the floor of the Hangar Bay, with 4 Female Figures standing in front of their respective craft. Harnan came to a stop when he stood in the middle of the line and turned back to face Fiora Allow me to introduce your new Squires: Hestia, Hecate, Lilith, and Artemis. They're new Ren recruits whom I am entrusting to you to train...
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Post by Fiora Ren on Aug 12, 2022 21:20:39 GMT -8
When told to follow, she did as her Master wanted and followed him out of the room. The Tribune Guard fell in around her as they exited the observation room and headed down to the hangar bay. There, Fiora's gaze was quickly drawn to the quartet of women standing in front of the TIE fighters. Her guards-women briefly tensed as they spotted the new individuals, but relaxed at Fiora's hand motion, before falling into a line formation behind her as they came to a stop.
She kept her focus upon the group as Harnan introduced them and gave their names, with each one giving a salute as their names were spoken. She then turned and looked up to Harnan as she finally processed what he was saying. She might have expected one new Ren recruit to train as a first time, maybe two if they were stretched. But four new Ren Squires that she was being entrusted with? It was a daunting task to say the least. If she thought him the type to make a joke, this was definitely one of those situations. But Harnan did not make jokes. He set tests before her to see whether she would pass or fail. And this certainly seemed like one of his most daring tests yet.
The Ren, unlike the Imperial Knights, did not have a great deal of members. Quality over Quantity, as Harnan so often put it. Meaning her training would be instrumental in whether the Knights expanded their ranks with new permanent members or not All four Master? She had certainly been a full Knight of Ren for a couple years now, but a moment like this where she was dropped into the deep end certainly gave her pause to panic and doubt herself. Could she really handle 4 new Squires? Did she know enough to teach them and train them to be competent fighters? These and many more questions seemed to race through her mind fighting for dominance
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Post by Harnan Ren on Aug 14, 2022 16:22:01 GMT -8
He raised an eyebrow inquisitively, not that Fiora could see it hidden behind his helmet. Having a Knight of Ren take on four students at once was absolutely not normal. But Fiora was not normal by any means. She was the Princess of the First Order and one of the strongest Knights he had ever trained. Besides, it would indeed be a good test of her leadership skills if she did take them all on and managed to train all four. They would also have loyalty to her and not him, an important factor for the future Did I stutter Little Sister? They've travelled from worlds you helped us pacify and bring Order to... They're your responsibility...
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Post by Fiora Ren on Aug 18, 2022 14:21:06 GMT -8
She kept staring up into Harnan's blank faceplate, her own helmet as expressionless. He hadn't ever called her Little Sister before. He'd called her Fiora for as long as she could remember. He had called her Princess once or twice. But Little Sister? this was the first time. The Knights of Ren referred to one another as Brother and Sister, viewing each other as family amongst the close knit group. The little moniker, whilst seemingly innocuous, meant a great deal to her in that moment. A sign of his trust in her as a Knight of Ren, and not just 'Fiora the Princess, his ward'.
She stood up a little straighter, meeting his visor's gaze as he stated they were her responsibility As you wish... Brother... She blushed profusely as she used that title for Harnan, a rush of emotions exploding within her. But she fought hard to retain her composure as she kept looking up at him, not wanting to show any sign of weakness. He had set down a challenge for her and she was going to rise to the challenge, since he seemed to have confidence in her to be able to meet it. A new ship to command and four new Squires to train. She could do this... right?
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Post by Harnan Ren on Aug 19, 2022 23:53:40 GMT -8
There was a certain affection he felt for as she stood just a little taller and met his challenge. Her doubt being whisked away upon the currents of the Force. He smiled behind his mask and gave a nod of his head in agreement I leave them in your care. A shuttle can take you to the Rastreador. I suggest you inspect it and the crew. Reach out to Neith if you wish to change anyone aboard the crew. Don't forget to name your new ship and either an executive officer or Captain... Farewell Little Sister... He turned about and headed out of the hangar bay to get a shuttle back down to the Citadel. There were still a great deal of things he needed to attend to
Work was continued upon the Golan III refit. However, despite the war machine of the First Order and the Knights of Ren, sometimes projects still suffered delays and mistakes. Such was the case with the work over Prakith. A handful of supply ships were running late, causing Haro Bibble to get involved and redirected the works to other parts of the Refit to ensure the entire thing didn't grind to a halt. He would ensure those responsible would not soon forget this mistake
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Post by Fiora Ren on Aug 24, 2022 0:40:00 GMT -8
Fiora stood watching Harnan make his way across and out of the Hangar Bay. It still seemed a little surreal that she was being entrusted with command of a vessel of her own and 4 new recruits. But as she finally turned toward the 4 starfighters, their pilots all fell to one knee and bowed their heads and spoke in unison Master... She jumped a little at the sudden gesture, before regaining her composure a moment later. She was definitely going to have to learn to get used to being addressed as Master, after having spent so long as a Squire herself. She moved forward toward the women as her guards stayed back. There was definitely going to be some complexity involved in organizing things around all involved parties. But she was going to have to make it all work. Somehow Stand... As the four women raised their heads and stood up, Fiora walked in a line before them. Pausing to visually inspect each one in turn, while also reaching out with the Force to touch upon their outer most barriers and thoughts. She came to a stop next to Hecate and looked back down the line You have all joined the Knights of Ren and taken upon yourselves new names. Who and what you were before does not matter. Who you become and what you do as a Ren are all that matters. We are blades of the Empire, who cut down those that seek to spread chaos so that Order may be restored! I will teach you and share with you the knowledge I have. But it is up to you how you use that power. You'll either rise by my side, or I will cut you down... Fiora stood silently for a moment, before reaching up and activating the unlock for her helmet. The seal broke, allowing her to lift the helmet up and her long red hair to fall down her shoulders. As she tucked the mask beneath her arm, she shook her hair loose before settling her gaze upon the four new Squires, all of whom were looking at her with awe Right, with that out of the way, load up and get your fighters back to the Rastreador. I'll need to inspect the ship and attend to some assignments of quarters and commands. Once that's done, well head to the Citadel so I can test all of you. Until then, you'll enjoy some rest and free time. Use it wisely, because I do not intend to go easy... The four Squires replied affirmatively in unison before loading back up into their Conquistador's and took off back to the Pursuit Frigate. Using a private comm channel, the four couldn't contain their excitement at training with Fiora and commenting on how pretty their new Master was. Fiora, meanwhile, loaded up with her Guards into a shuttle that arrived from the Pursuit Frigate, and carried her off to her new ship to begin her inspection
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Post by Fiora Ren on Sept 15, 2022 15:03:24 GMT -8
The Rastreador-class Pursuit Frigate had been staffed by a skeleton crew of sorts back over Byss, just enough people to get the vessel out of the shipyards and over to Prakith. As such, most of the crew was made up of seasoned Officers from the Ren ranks, while a smaller contingent were mechanics and engineers that had been part of the Emerald Heavy Shipworks on Byss. Estoll had been amongst the latter group of people that made up the vessels current crew. Though officially, she wasn't actually meant to be there. She was, for all intents and purposes, bound in indentured servitude to the Emerald Heavy Shipworks. Her family had accrued a rather hefty debt which the company had brought and she was currently working off.
But despite her efforts over the last decade, the debt was no closer to being paid off now than it was when she began. Her parents had been worked to death just 6 months ago and her older brother had joined them just last week. The Rastreador was to be the last ship she would help build, assuming she could figure a way off it. Prakith might have been the capital of the Ren, but it was at least a more escapable prospect than Byss. Or at least that was what she thought as she wandered the halls of the Pursuit Frigate, unaware of what fate had in store
The quartet of Conquistador's arrived back to the Rastreador first, with their pilots disembarking and heading for their temporary quarters to relax. The transport touched down in the hangar as the TIE fighters were being loaded into their racks, with Fiora striding down the landing ramp followed by her guards. A gaggle of officers rushed to meet her, but she swept past them all giving none of them the chance to stop her. The ship, whilst small in comparison to other vessels, was still quite immense. To that end, she was not going to waste any time beginning her tour and inspection. There were plenty of other duties and decisions she was going to have to make, but they would all wait.
As she wandered the hallways she was already mentally making a note to replace the entire crew. While she respected the decision Harnan had made to assign veteran officers to the vessel, it was this seniority which made them poor choices. The Rastreador was the first of a new breed of vessels, as the Master of the Ren had put it, and old hands were hard to teach new tricks to. Which just left the question of who the new Captain would be.
Thoughts of this topic caused the Force to pull her along corridors and through the ship. She could feel it drawing her toward someone of importance to the future.
As she rounded a corner she barely managed to maintain her balance as the woman she ran into was knocked over onto the floor. Her Guards started to rush around the corner, but came to a stop as Fiora bent over slightly and offered her hand out Are you ok? I honestly didn't see you there until the last moment... Estoll looked up into the t-visored helmet, blinking for a few moments as she appeared to gather her thoughts and surroundings after being knocked flat onto her butt Oh... uhhh... thanks... Fiora gripped the woman's hand and helped her to her feet, examining her as he mechanic patted herself down. Giving Estoll a chance to look up and notice the Tribune Guards standing behind Fiora. A blush instantly cross her face as she bowed forward at her waist Princess! I mean... Princess Lady Ren! uhm... I'm so sorry, I was such a klutz... I should have been paying more attention... Fiora raised her hand, Estoll taking it as a sign to stop talking Lady Ren is just fine... And it's absolutely fine, I was not paying much attention myself, you're the one that ended up being knocked over after all... Who are you? Her Helmet had been loaded up with a list of the crew aboard the Rastreador, but her facial recognition software couldn't link the woman before her with anyone. Which likely meant one thing: a stowaway Oh, uhm... Estoll, Mechanic First Class with Emerald Heavy Shipworks... A new display window came up, connecting to the Emerald Heavy Shipworks personnel databank and looked the girls name up. A file soon appeared relating to Estoll and her work. She scanned the file, noting her work on the Rastreador and the situation she had found herself in. It was clear from Estoll's change in expression that she regretted telling the truth, even though she didn't really have much choice Ah! Estoll... It would certainly appear some clerical error missed your assignment to this ship. But no matter... Such things are easy enough to correct... One of the Officers standing behind Fiora had been about to object, but thought better of the matter. Harnan had been a tough taskmaster and had more than once dealt with impetuous officers who thought they knew better than a Ren. He was not about to join that list and so pulled out his datapad and made the necessary corrections. Fiora meanwhile looked around along the corridor to a door which lead into a briefing room Come, I wish to speak with you Estoll... Alone... Estoll certainly seemed frightened by the prospect, her cunning escape plan seeming to grow further and further away. Fiora, meanwhile, paid no heed to the fear and guided the Engineer off to the briefing room as her guards took up positions in front of the door to keep the others at bay. As soon as the door closed, she disengaged her helmet and pulled it off to tuck beneath her arm as she turned to Estoll Apologies for the show, I did not mean to scare you. You have nothing to fear, I do not intend to harm you or send you back to Byss...
Oh... It was the only thing Estoll seemed able to say in what Fiora could only suspect was a weird twist of events for her. Though they were about to get much more weirder yet You worked on this ship correct? You helped oversee several installations and personally saw to a number of them yourself. So you know what she can handle, right?
Uhm... I mean, I suppose... I didn't design it or anything, just built it... Fiora smiled as she moved over to the seats and slid down into one, while setting her helmet down into another. Estoll seemed to just stand awkwardly, unsure of what to do, still half wondering if she could trust Fiora How would you feel about being her Captain?
What?!
The ship needs a Captain, and I'd like you to be that person...
But... you hardly know me! I'm a Mechanic... I'm not even in the navy...
I'm Fiora Ren, Princess of the First Order and a Knight of Ren... I think I can manage your enlistment into the Navy... I intend to bring a new crew onboard, so that they will know this ship and having you as its Captain will go a long way to that goal... What ever decision you make, you will be free. A transport in the hangar will take you to the surface where you can get transport across the First Order, and even beyond its borders if you so desire. Or... you can head to the bridge and claim the Captain's quarters and see just what this Pursuit Frigate is capable of... Fiora collected up her helmet and slid it back on as she walked back over toward the door My tour of the ship still has some way to go yet. If I don't see you on the Bridge, I wish you well Estoll... There was nothing malicious about her words or wish as she opened the door and lead the group waiting outside along her tour of the ship. She felt no need to punish someone for their dreams of freedom, especially since Estoll had managed to get this far. What ever happened, Fiora would adjust her plans accordingly.
It took a couple hours before Fiora finished her tour of the ship and finally arrived to the bridge. The limited crew there worked to keep the vessel maintaining its position, all under the watchful gaze of Estoll, who stood still somewhat awkwardly with the Captain insignia pinned over her left breast. Fiora was certain there would be some uproar about this, but nothing that would get beyond quiet whispers.
She walked up and stood beside Estoll, feeling the Officers behind her spread out and resist the urge to protest this appointment Captain...
Lady Ren...
I've decided on her name... Magistra...
By your command... Fiora kept watch as the comms team input the designation information and transmitted it to the surface, where it would be registered. With the ship attended to, Fiora could now turn her focus to the matter of her four Squires
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Post by Harnan Ren on Nov 3, 2022 14:02:15 GMT -8
After months of work, the Golan III Refit work was completed and the crews were returned to service once more. Crews took up their new posts aboard the Golan III, with additional crew members being added to account for the new systems available. The Station soon came back online at full power, with crews running tests and simulations to check for any faults from the refit process. But so far all systems were reporting green. The Deep Core Security Net was strengthening as the connection process from Prakith to Empress Teta was slowly brought online
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Post by Harnan Ren on Feb 14, 2023 15:43:14 GMT -8
As more and more vessels were coming off the production lines at Byss, the new vessels of Scourge Squadron arrived to Prakith. The old fleet that was under Harnan's command was decommissioned, with many of the vessels heading back to Byss to be broken down and the materials recycled. The only vessel that would survive is the Resurgent II-class Battlecruiser. Unlike the other vessels destined for destruction, the Resurgent II was secreted away through the aide of Silas and the Magisterium. The vessel would be mothballed with a maintenance crew to look after the vessel until the day came that it would be called back into service.
For now, however, its callsign was taken up by the Aniquilador-class Battlecruiser that lead the new battle group. The rest of the fleet took similar tradition in assuming names of ships from Harnan's former fleet. For the most part, it was simply convenience to reuse vessel names, but it would also provide benefits of its own later down the line.
Regardless of what the future held, however, the new vessels of Scourge Squadron took up position in orbit of Prakith with Admiral John Smith transferring to the new Reaper. Within hours the crews were settled into their new commands and Admiral Smith was running the crews through their paces, making sure they were familiar with the new technology
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jun 12, 2023 21:44:46 GMT -8
Since the decision made in the throne room, more and more battlegroups were travelling from Byss to Prakith to form up with the main force of Scourge Squadron. Formations of Prohibidor-class Interdictors with Rastreador-class Pursuit Frigates, Cargador-class Carriers supported by Golpeador-class Frigates, Cazador-class Star Destroyers, and an array of other makeups were present and their crews at the ready for further orders. Many of the commanders expected attack orders to filter through the ranks within the next couple days
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Post by Fiora Ren on Mar 20, 2024 14:15:20 GMT -8
Prakith had become a hive of activity as more and more elements of Scourge Squadron returned back to the Ren homeworld and took up positions in orbit. Troops were shuttled down to the surface, whilst marines were left ship side or reinforcements were shuttled up from the world below. Civilians were cleared from the city and moved to Teta in anticipation of the coming invasion. For that is what it would be viewed as: an invasion. The only thing up for debate was whether the Ren and their allies were strong enough to repel it.
Any concerns were washed away as the massive Mandator V dropped from hyperspace and took up position in orbit. More forces were sent groundside, including the Empress herself alongside the Master of the Ren. Given the nature of the main hyperlane from Empress Teta, through Prakith, and down to Byss, the Ren defenders could array their forces toward the main hyperlane exit ready for anything travelling down it
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Post by Nem Yin on Apr 29, 2024 10:26:46 GMT -8
A bright flash of light against the speckled black background of the open void signalled the arrival of the Bleeding Orifice in the system, as the modified yorik-vec slipped free of the folds of darkspace and cruised across the star system at sublight speeds. The solar sails were lowered and retracted into hidden crevices on the dorsal prow, shrinking the organic ship's shadow as the shimmering canvases absence left only the black hued yorik coral and secretion armour of the hull visible. A metallic spine on the exterior stern crackled and hummed as it broadcast like a mechanical transponder, transmitting the Yuuzhan Vong vessels public registry information, identifying it as the same coral cruiser that had recently departed Empress Teta. It also offered no illusion as to who was aboard, as the vessel's ownership was assigned to one Nem of Domain Yin.Nem nor Jin had spoken much in the brief journey from Empress Teta to Prakith, as the surly Yuuzhan Vong was occupied piloting and the Tribune Knight seemed preoccupied with her thoughts, still processing the recent revelation regarding Fiora's parentage.He looked over his right shoulder as Scab retrieved his human passenger from the medical bay she'd been using as guest quarters. In the time between leaving Empress Teta and reaching Prakith, the Intendant had redonned his gnullith rebreather, fixing the starfish shaped biot over the lower half of his face while the hood of his robeskin long-coat further obscured his scarred corpse pallor features. The dark purple eye sacks beneath his glowing emerald mqaaq'it pulsated as his heart rate elevated in restrained excitement. "Get yourself ready." His whisper thin voice hissed, distorted by the gnulliths gills. "I'm about to announce us, not that we aren't already expected." That was also part of the reason he wasn't attempting a more discrete means of arrival. There would be no sneaking past the Ren Fleet; however, a lifetime of spy work had taught the Intendant was that on occasions where you couldn't move around unseen, sometimes it was as equal advantageous to make a scene and thus be seen by all.Allowing the Vong formed thrall enthroned in the tall-yor in the cockpit to take over the controls, the Intendant approached the villip choir and stirred it out of hibernation mode with a stroke of his hand, operating the organic device to broadcast audio and visual information. Manipulating the villip, he beamed a transmission not just to the ships in orbit around the planet, but also off several holo-net relays in the vicinity in an effort to reach as wide an audience as possible. Young people addicted to the Niknok app on their personal comlik, aspiring activists opposed to the war, holo-net trolls and basement dwelling shut-ins still living with their parents...they would be his voice, carrying his message to the masses if the Ren tried to shut down and censor his speech behind a holo-net firewall. When the choir was connected to as many eyes and ears as the Executor could reach, he activated the recorder and stepped in front of an eye like stalk that captured his image and audio. Nem crossed his tattooed but otherwise bare arms over his naked chest, which was exposed where his sleeveless long-coat hung open at the front, eventually ending down by his ankles where hooks of bone rattled whenever he moved.Knights of Ren...hello there. We parted company at Ralltiir much too soon. This is Nem, Nem of Domain Yin, Executor of the Praetorite Vong and First Prefect of the Empire under the deceased Emperor Nicademus. Had I known prior to the battle of your...mmm, lets call it a change of heart, I would have taken the opportunity to reevaluate the Yuuzhan Vong peoples political affiliation in this conflict. Not to worry, I'm not bitter about it, and despite the outcome of that unexpected confrontation, I have used the time since to consider the Praetorite's current position carefully. Now absent the Grand Admiral's presence and dogmatic devotion to Octavian, perhaps our two peoples might reach a new arrangement, one that greatly benefits us all and brings a swift end to this war. One way or another. As a gesture of good faith, I return something to you that the Empress, long may she reign, seems to have misplaced. Stepping aside, Nem allowed the villip stalk to capture the image of Jin Song standing off to the side in the cockpit, broadcasting her image wide and far. Carried aboard my ship is the Tribune Knight, Jin Song, recently rescued... Extorted, but same thing really when you got down to the brass tacks. ...from the clutches of the traitor Baltasar on Coruscant.
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Post by Jin Song on Apr 29, 2024 15:03:52 GMT -8
Jin had been trying to meditate, as the Ren had taught her during her time with them, but it had just turned into more restless sleep. Sleep was something she knew she needed, but she hadn't had a good night's sleep since leaving Fiora's side. Between imprisonments, fighting a guerilla war, and being aboard a ship with someone she could trust as far as she could throw him with the Force, sleep hadn't been easy to come by. Nor had fresh hair dye, makeup, or long showers, so when she realized she was suddenly being broadcast to the whole of Prakith, she couldn't help but go a little red in the face. That red deepened from slight irritation at the, let's call it revisionism, that Nem was using. She shot him a brief, but very dirty look, before offering a meek wave to the eye stalk. Hopefully in her disheveled state, someone recognized her...
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Post by Harnan Ren on Apr 29, 2024 18:36:27 GMT -8
News of the Yuuzhan Vong ships appearance at Empress Teta had quickly traversed the air waves back to Prakith publicly across a number of social media posts and news reports. Meanwhile its passenger list had remained a close kept secret, but had also made its way through the command structure to Prakith thanks to Silas. Thus when the sensors had detected the transit along the Hyperlane between the two planets, the usual alerts were greeted with far less concern. The Ren Fleet was still positioned near the exit point, but the point at which the Yorik-Vec exited hyperspace was behind the amassed ships for the Gravity Well of the station had not been activated to pull it out early.
Instead a quartet of TIE/Co Conquistadors were dispatched from the Thanatos to greet the organic vessel. If Jin had the strength and energy to sense the pilots through the Force as they moved into an escort formation she would recognise them as Fiora's Squires. The display was enough to provide Harnan time to make his way to the command centre within the Citadel planet side and open the return channel. His armoured visage was projected back to the Yuuzhan Vong vessel and across the same avenues Nem had sought to try corner him with So we meet again Executor Nem of Domain Yin. As Master of the Ren, allow me to welcome you to Prakith and extend my thanks for... rescuing Jin Song. Landing Clearance has been granted at the Citadel of the Ren and an escort courtesy of the Empresses closest Knights has been provided. We can further discuss your people's prospects there... A datapacket would be transmitted soon after with the Citadel's location and an approach vector which Nem would likely be able to convert to some format his ship could use. Meanwhile traffic was being diverted from that course to keep it open and unimpeded, whilst elsewhere The Magisterium was working hard to keep this event contained within the Ren's sphere of influence. If betrayal was the goal, than publicly advertising a meet between the leader of the Yuuzhan Vong and the Ren would not end well
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Post by Nem Yin on Apr 30, 2024 5:59:48 GMT -8
How kind. He remarked dryly, stepping back into the centre of the holographic projection. I look forward to indulging in the Ren's hospitality. We're making our approach now. Nem out. With a twist of a fleshy nozzle, the Intendant switched off the villip-choir, then stepped back over to the impractical nautical style controls and assumed command from the enthroned thrall. Plugging the coordinates provided by his host into the navibrain, the Executor laid in a course and began to follow it, throttling up slightly to match the pace of the TIE Conquistadors flanking either side of the ship. For good or ill, the Bleeding Orifice entered the atmosphere and descended towards the Citadel of Ren.A tale of Sir Crabus the Crusty, his mute manservant Scab, and the bedraggled infidel known as Jin continues here.
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