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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2018 3:20:50 GMT -8
Finding Rah after arriving at the hospital, Katsumi, as unconcerned with politeness as she is with appearances, as her filthy and tattered robes attest to, asks, "How far are you willing to go to sell your scenario, Specialist Rah? In case Rah is unable to follow her due to the abruptness of the question or a lack of wit, Katsumi explains, If you want your captive to believe you are truly in peril, I may need to go to some lengths to make it seem so, may I not?"
His voice cracks when he first tries to speak in answer to Katsumi's question, and Kenshin's mouth feels dry as he swallows and clears his throat, unconsciously backing away a step from her before finally managing to reply as steadily as he is able despite how flustered he remains, "However, ah, far it takes. Nodding that he understands the need to make it appear as though he was roughed up, imagining that he will have to take a punch or two, Kenshin says, Of course, and then clears his throat again as he asks, So, ah, how should we do this then? You hit me once or twice and then we go to the Commander's room, and you threaten to, ah, torture me unless he answers your questions?" |
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Post by Katsumi Ren on Sept 20, 2018 19:43:17 GMT -8
Answering Kenshin's question without words, Katsumi darts a hand out to clamp down on his shoulder to hold him in place so that he cannot move as, with swift brutal efficiency, she backhands him across the right cheek, and then pulls her fist back to launch it into his nose hard enough to break it. Putting her free hand beneath Kenshin's chin, Katsumi moves his face to examine the results of her work and says, "Those bruises should ripen nicely, and then releases her hold on his chin and shoulder as she says, Have them wean whatever drugs your Commander is being given. We wouldn't want to waste your performance, would we?"
After enough time has passed that Kenshin's bruises should have become an impressive color and they are notified that the captive has begun stirring into wakefulness, Katsumi, to help Kenshin with his performance a bit further, grabs him by the back of his scrub top and drags him through the hospital corridors, shoving him rudely into the prisoner's room ahead of her when they reach it.
"Commander, Katsumi, her voice devoid of emotion and lent a sibilant hiss by her helmet's voice filter, says as she stops at the foot of the prisoner's bed, How is it your unit came to be at the shipyards? I suggest you answer my questions quickly, she says while holding out her right hand to telekinetically lift Kenshin up into the air so that his feet dangle above the floor far enough that they cannot reach it, for the nurse's sake if not for your own," she concludes while closing the hand into a fist and closing off Kenshin's airway, her invisible grip just firm enough to strangle him without crushing his larynx.
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Altair Sirraf
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 21, 2018 6:14:17 GMT -8
D'lyse didn't feel the drugs lessen in his system until he attempted to shift from his waking dream which caused a very jarring pain to be sent through his nervous system - a pain that by all rights should have been dulled by the narcotics that had knocked him out. This hospital was perhaps one of the worst he had ever had the displeasure to be admitted to. His vision blurred as he heard a bit of commotion outside of his room. He widened his eyes attempting to force them to adjust to the light levels in the room. He leaned forward and felt the cold chill once again... only a few moments later the figure in black moved into the room. His eyes widen as his good hand went instinctively to his hip looking for his blaster. He hadn't seen one before - no one in the Unit had, but he knew that that feeling. This was a Knight of Ren. Whatever that really meant... A darkside force user that Gadriel had trained them to fight against. He hadn't felt a presence like this sense the wars on Felucia twenty years ago. This presence seemed weaker than that - a chill to the skin as opposed to the feeling of his blood freezing in his skin - but it didn't matter either way. Without his armor, without his unit, without a weapon... he was as good as dead. He steeled himself as the figure spoke - its face obscured by the grinning skull mask - clearly female - clearly not messing around. His eyes flickered to Kenshin and he gritted his teeth slightly thinking to himself ~Foolish man~ and then his mind began to run calculations on what he had, what he was capable of, and how he was willing to sacrifice to protect his team. The bitter truth was, he was trained to sacrifice this entire planet to protect his team - but Gadriel taught them all better than that. He gripped the edge of the bed and forced himself to sit up from his inclined position as he answered the Knight.
"Through space..."
He answered almost immediately. The truth, and a quick response - a soldiers response, short simple to the point, but with a hint of resistance and no small amount of sarcasm. The question was stupid and the Knight knew it - which meant she was testing him, testing his resolve. He warned the stupid doctor not to get involved.
There was nothing he could truly do for the man if the knight couldn't be pacified. He wasn't Gadriel, he wasn't going to try and talk the man down, or fight his influence with his own. There were members of the Unit that had force abilities - he wasn't one of them. He was a soldier - a good soldier, but still a soldier and a clone. Trained and bred to fight against force adepts - but there were limits, always limits. He heard the nurse begin to gasp for breath... this was only the beginning. For the moment D'lyse remained silent - awaiting the next question.
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Post by Katsumi Ren on Sept 21, 2018 15:30:44 GMT -8
Whether the captive's glib answer is indicative of the fact he is literal minded to a fault, places no value what he believes is an innocent life, or simply lacks the wit to parse the meaning of what she has said is of no concern to Katsumi, and were Kenshin truly a nurse she would kill him to demonstrate her intolerance for games; as Kenshin's actual death would serve no purpose, however, Katsumi needs to settle for using a mind trick to make it seem as though she kills him, and so she makes a twisting motion with her hand while projecting the illusion that Kenshin's neck is wrenched to the side at an impossible angle, accompanied by the illusory, sickening sound of his neck snapping.
Waving her hand to the side to telekintelically toss Kenshin from the room and into the hallway as though tossing a broken toy aside, Katsumi moves the hand, fingers extended towards the captive while calling the Force to heel so that she can sic it on the commander's mind, using Drain Knowledge to simply violently wrench whatever she can of intelligence value from his thoughts and memories. Though the technique does not require that she ask questions while employing it, Katsumi has found they can often be of use, leading the victim to think of the answers she seeks, and so as her telepathic fingers begin ripping into the captive's thoughts and memories, digging and sifting, Katsumi asks in a voice as devoid of pity or mercy as before, "What was your mission at the shipyards? Who sent you there? What organization does your unit work for?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2018 18:41:21 GMT -8
"Those bruises should ripen nicely . . . Have them wean whatever drugs your Commander is being given. We wouldn't want to waste your performance, would we? . . . Commander . . . How is it your unit came to be at the shipyards? I suggest you answer my questions quickly, for the nurse's sake if not for your own,"
Chocked into unconsciousness before being thrown out of the room, Kenshin wakes several moments later, the soreness of his throat no added to the list of aches and pains he has acquired from the Knight of Ren, on one of the sofas in the staff lounge. Groaning as he sits up and rubs his neck, Kenshin supposes he should be grateful his bowels did not loosen along with his bladder and wonders sullenly if, once the Knight of Ren has finished with D'lyse, he will feel like whatever she learns justifies his suffering, and regrets that there was not time to set up surveillance cameras in the room so that he could watch the Knight of Ren at work. |
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Altair Sirraf
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 29, 2018 5:11:53 GMT -8
D'lyse gritted his teeth together suppressing the rage he felt at watching the nurses neck snap, the sound of the spinal column separating from the base of the skull was a very distinct noise that once you've heard you never forget. It echoed in his head more than in his ears but he was two focused on containing the adrenaline that was surging through his body - his entire body flexed almost responsively and he shifted slightly as if gauging his options no whether or not he could cross the room in time to get his hands around the monsters throat and crush his windpipe before the dark sider could think - he didn't like his options and so for the moment - against his judgment he remained still - staring daggers at the knight. He didn't even turn his head as the Zeltron was tossed from the room. The feeling of peace and calm left him as the Zeltron was removed - he assumed it was the pheromones the alien had been releasing - now gone. If that were the case, how could the Knight have held such aggression in his presence... before his mind could work through an answer the hooded figure turned towards him, her hand raised. His eyes narrowed tighter attempting to gaze through the mask into her eyes - he wasn't afraid of her.
There was no gentle tugging as Gadriel had always began - it was a simple abrupt jerk as whatever mental defenses D'lyse had been focusing on were ripped away - the Jedi's training only useful enough to let the clone's specifically engineered mind know what was happening to him as it happened, but he lacked the tools to do anything about it. As the floodgates of memories and thoughts poured free several flashes of memories passed - his cloning facility years ago on Dantooine where he and his batch were grown and trained before Gadriel had come to collect them - his years as a Commander under the Jedi General's command - his men both alive and now gone, but these memories were quickly sorted to the side as the Knight narrowed his search. What? Who? What? The answers came with quick military precision. The image of ship schematics and blueprints - the fried computer system's aboard the Star Drive that would take months to rebuild before the production of ships could resume - memory of ships exploding in space - one by one the makings of a fleet falling apart battle after battle. Next followed the image of Altair Sirraf - a Coruscanti male with deep tanned skin and black dreadlocks. Dressed more like a bounty hunter or a mercenary than a soldier - that was the who. When the question of his organization came to his mind there was a blank grey in the Clones memories - not because he was hiding something or attempting against hope to shield his thoughts, but because he truly did not know the answer to that question either - and so after a short amount of time for the knight to assume what she wished the memory returned to Altair.
D'lyse screamed out against the mental intrusion - attempting to force his mind to shut down as he had been taught, attempting to draw his focus to anything else. The way their command structure had been set up no one knew anything more than what they needed to know just in case something like this were to happen - however D'lyse had been close to the top - he was the worst possible one to be captured save Altair himself. The memories of one space battle with some prodding would quickly turn to others if it was focused upon. He had led many missions for Altair over the last few years - some independent, and some against the First Order. It would all depend on what the Knight wanted to know, and how focused she was on attaining the details.
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Post by Katsumi Ren on Oct 1, 2018 18:43:39 GMT -8
The captive's brief flash of impotent anger when his mind is made to believe the nurse was truly killed gives Katsumi nearly as much sadistic pleasure as do the results of her callous, brutal telepathic tossing of his mind, her mental fingers burying themselves deep into the meat and gristle of the prisoner's mind, down to the proverbial bone of his very subconscious, and then carelessly rooting around in the torn flesh for anything of intelligence value. That the captive is a clone is of little interest to her, though Katsumi takes note of the names that accompany some of the images that are torn free intact enough to make sense of. Of more importance to Katsumi is that, whilst palpating the outlines and shapes of those secrets more carefully guarded within the clone's mind, she has no sense that anything he knows poses a threat to the First Order of a magnitude that would warrant a more surgical and time consuming vivisection of his thoughts, or that learning all the clone knows would be of any great value to the First Order. Though it serves no purpose, Katsumi lingers once she has as much of the answers she seeks as she is likely to find without a more precise dismantling and sorting of the captive's memories long enough to rattle the cages of the prisoner's deepest fears and insecurities, riling up what has been penned within the cages before opening the locks and setting them free to torment the prisoner for so long as it takes for him to recover enough to entrap them once more, if he can at all. Drain Knowledge has been known to leave lasting mental trauma, psychic scars that refuse to heal, even madness, and Katsumi would be quite pleased if the clone suffered any or all of them.
Withdrawing her telepathic hands with as little regard for what doing so does to the clone's mind as she had shown when first violating his thoughts, Katsumi turns from whatever is left of the prisoner after her vicious assault and leaves the room without speaking a word. Finding Kenshin in the hospital lounge where they first spoke, Katsumi tells him, "Your Commander was not with the Alliance force that attempted to stave off the subjugation of this world. Whatever it was that brought him and his unit here was related to the shipyards they sabotaged after pilfering whatever it is they came to take. He is a bit player on the stage, and knows nothing that threatens us or that would benefit us. He and his unit are insignificant, inconsequential. Katsumi pauses, her head tilted to the side as though she listens to something only she can hear, as she senses within the Force the presence of the Jedi that had been somewhere on Agamar when she had met with Admiral Sauer, the one Katsumi believes had rallied the Alliance force that ultimately failed to stave off the First Order's invasion. The presence fades after a moment, suggesting that the Jedi has scampered far enough away from Rendili that Katsumi cannot sense her any longer. Returning to the matter at hand, Katsumi says without any discernible emotion, My recommendation would be that you kill the clone. He has no further value, and if his unit were to learn that he is alive and being held captive they would come for him. You read what they accomplished in the shipyards? In the grand scheme of things, she waves a hand to indicate the hospital and all of the First Order troops in it, the loss of whatever troops they would kill without a second thought if it meant freeing the captive matters little, but my recommendation stands all the same. Inclining her head in a gesture of farewell, Katsumi says, Specialist Rah," and then turns on her heel to leave the medcenter.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2018 6:54:21 GMT -8
Having exchanged his soiled nursing scrubs for his uniform while waiting for the Knight of Ren to complete her interrogation, Kenshin is speaking with an officer from the First Order's Civil Affairs branch when Katsumi enters the lounge to make her terse report and follows it with the recommendation that D'lyse be executed. His lingering terror of the Knight of Ren so great that he can do little but nod as she takes her leave, Kenshin feels an immediate sense of relief once she has gone, and hopes that her verbal report will eventually be accompanied by a written one that includes a full account of what she had learned. Had he been less intimidated by the Knight of Ren, Kenshin would have had the presence of mind to ask her for such a report before she left, but will have to be content with the hope she is more diligent about such details than she is approachable.
Instructing the Civil Affairs officer that will be overseeing the medcenter's operation for the time being to have Stormtroopers stationed outside of D'lyse's room at all times, Kenshin finds the doctor, a civilian internal medicine practitioner named Tadeusz Lis, he had spoken with earlier about D'lyse and instructs him to have the prisoner restrained both chemically and physically until such a time as he has further orders regarding D'lyse's fate from his superiors. Katsumi's suggestion that D'lyse be killed notwithstanding, Kenshin prefers to defer the decision to someone higher up the chain of command than he.
Doctor Tadeusz "Tad" Lis, a forty five year old native of Rendili, had served as a medic in its defense force when younger as well as having been a POW for several months himself, and even as he gives a nurse verbal orders to use wrist and ankle restraints to secure Commander D'lyse to the bed as well as to resume the pain medication drip, he finds his thoughts entering potentially dangerous territory. Having heard the Knight of Ren advise Kenshin to kill D'lyse, Tad began to wonder if there was a way to save the wounded soldier who had fought against the First Order from that fate. The current level of activity and chaos in the medcenter, with the First Order having only recently begun to assume control of its management and the surge of incoming cases as wounded Stormtroopers and other First Order troops are brought in will only last so long, and so Tad knows he will only have so long to act on his desire to try and help D'lyse before the activity levels begin to die down and he and the rest of the civilian personnel are replaced or under too much scrutiny to make such an attempt possible.
After taking a few moments to plan out a possible plan of action in his head that will involve implicating as few others as possible, Tad pulls aside one of the medcenter's transporters, a twenty year old female Togruta that he has interacted enough with to feel her compassion might trump her common sense in this instance, and fills her in on his plan. The Togruta, Reshmi, proves Tad's instincts were right, agreeing to his plan with little need of convincing, and boldly explains to the Stormtroopers stationed outside of D'lyse's room that she is taking him down to the radiology department so that his arm can be scanned. Tad, looking as authoritative as possible, nods when the Stormtroopers look towards him for confirmation, and even listen when he says there is no need for him to accompany Reshmi with the prisoner given that he is chemically and physically restrained.
Once on the turbolift that will take them down to the medcenter's lowest level, which has access to the parking area where her speeder is located, Reshmi stops the I.V. drips and unfastens D'lyse's restraints before she performs a sternal rub to try and rouse him, saying, "C'mon, c'mon, I need you to wake up now, dude! I'm gonna need you to try and walk a little bit in a minute here if I'm gonna rescue you."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2019 22:05:17 GMT -8
After delivering a speech to the first class of Stormtrooper trainees at the newly constructed Stormtrooper academy on Rendili, Rendili's Planetary Governor, Heiko Reyer, meets with the architect that has been hired to design the naval academy that has been approved for construction. Heiko finds the architect's designs meet with his approval, and has the architect begin the next steps in seeing the project to completion.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2019 8:28:18 GMT -8
The commander and pilot of their A5-RX battle tank and one of their fellow gunners had been killed when their tank had been hit during the fighting on the failed Alliance attack on the First Order's left flank, and the surviving gunners, PV1s Hayrabed Panossian, Rusa Wural and Halina Galani had been left behind, listed as killed in action after they had been driven away from the wreckage of their A5, which was utterly destroyed by enemy fire as the First Order's Stormtroopers advanced on the faltering Alliance lines. Barely able to elude capture, Hayrabed, a scrawny, bespectacled twenty two year old Lorridan, had received a nasty head wound when a blaster bolt seared across his forehead, had led his comrades deep into the woods as they fought to survive, and had been the one to suggest the ambush that ultimately won them a reprieve from the enemy pursuing them.
After their failed attempt to reach the rendezvous point where the Alliance forces were effecting their retreat when the battle was lost, leaving them stranded on the now enemy held planet, Rusa, a red haired, twenty year old Shownarri male, had argued for surrendering, but was quickly convinced by the far calmer Halina, a twenty one year old Chalactan, that doing so would almost certainly effect in their deaths where continuing to elude capture at least afforded them a chance of escaping Rendili. Remaining hidden in the woods until their rations had run out, and unsuccessful in their attempts to repair their communications equipment in order to contact the Alliance to let them know of their survival so that a rescue might be possible, the trio had debated their options and finally decided to risking trying to enter a small city to find a way off-world, hoping that avoiding the capital city would mean running less risk of running afoul of any First Order troopers occupying Rendili.
Volunteering to be the one to make for the nearest small city, Hayrabed had collected what credits the group had among them and left his weapons and tactical gear behind, doing what he could to make his uniform less obviously a uniform, and then successfully managed to acquire food and civilian attire for himself and his comrades.
After exchanging his uniform for the civilian clothes, Hayrabed stays in the city to try and find a way to contact the Alliance, but sees enough of a First Order presence to make doing so seem like a bad idea. Moving on to the plan B he and his comrades had decided on, Hayrabed goes to the lone, small spaceport in the city to see if purchasing transport offworld will be possible with what few credits they have left and the promise of more when they are safely on the nearest Alliance friendly world and can arrange to have credits sent to them; the option soon proving to be ill advised as there are Stormtroopers around and clearly screening all passengers embarking for public flights. Finding an offbook way offworld seems unlikely given the size of the startport, but Hayrabed makes his way into a seedy looking cantina near the starport all the same, guessing that if there is a smuggler or suicidally brave ship captain to be found, it will be there.
Taking a seat at the bar, Hayrabed orders a drink and settles in to subtly observe the other patrons and activity before deciding if there are any captains or crew of a ship about that seem like they might be the sort that would be able to help him and his comrades escape Rendili at last.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2019 19:57:24 GMT -8
Rendili had not been where Iseult Noguiera, captain of the YT-1000 freighter, the Chemarea Sirenei, had wanted to wind up when she and her crew had set out from Ryloth with a hold full of unrefined ryll, but a malfunction in the freighter's hyperdrive had made it a necessity. Fortunately for Iseult and her crew, they had cleverly forged documents provided by Mazer'kairn, their employer, that classified their cargo as medicinal in nature, enabling them to avoid being detained or worse by the First Order Stormtroopers conducting inspections of all incoming ships even at a dinky little city like the one they set down in a failed attempt to avoid the First Order entirely.
Passing the time in a dingy little cantina near the spaceport where the crew's mechanic is repairing the hyperdrive, Iseult and her co-pilot, a short and burly humanoid Bimm named Vasak Takvor, Iseult is finishing her latest drink when Hayrabed enters the cantina and sits at the bar nearby. Noticing the recently healed scar on Hayrabed's forehead when she moves closer to him in order to get the attention of the barkeep, Iseult, of mixed Socorran and Corellian heritage, winces and says, "Nasty scar. Blaster wound? Having a few blaster wounds of her own, Iseult knows that the scar is from a blaster and rather than waiting for confirmation she doesn't need instead asks, Who did you get on the wrong end of?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2019 20:06:59 GMT -8
His hand shooting up almost guiltily, Hayrabed brushes his dark hair down over the scar and shrugs as he murmurs, "No one. I mean it was an accident. Mechanical, when I was making some repairs. On a ship. Deciding to stop talking about his scar, Hayrabed tries to adopt a nonchalant expression to match the casual slouch he tries for as he takes a drink and then, as he is giving Iseult a surreptitious once over to try and gauge her occupation from her clothes, asks with what is supposed to be a saucy grin, So, what's a nice girl like you doing in a dive like this?"
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Post by Moff Valen on Mar 25, 2020 20:53:11 GMT -8
Given Rendili's close proximity to the Corellian Coalition and its strategic importance, particularly due it's shipyards, Deputy Director Valen ordered the construction of a large forward operating base for Imperial Intelligence on Rendili. Once a site nestled in the mountains had been found construction quickly begun.
The base would be built to accommodate a listening post using the latest improved technology from Dubrillion, contain a small prison subcomplex with facilities for interrogation and would have a fully equipped advanced Operations Control Room to coordinate and provide support for Intelligence Agents operating in the vicinity of Rendili. The base was designed to serve as the main base for running operations within the Corellian Coalition, as the Deputy Director had plans to ramp up intelligence gathering against the Coalition.
On a planet as populated and busy as Rendili, it would be impossible to hide the construction of a base this size, so I.I. decided against attempting to hide its existence entirely. Instead, it opted to heavily patrol and monitor the area, limiting traffic within the vicinity and thoroughly inspecting everything coming into the construction site. A Battalion of I.I. Deathtroopers had been deployed to provide security, while fighters ran regular patrols around Rendili's countryside.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 1, 2021 19:10:37 GMT -8
The Forward Operating Base, codenamed Base Dravale, after its founder, Moff Valen, was a rather busy place now. Especially with the new orders coming in and the arrival of three senior officers of Imperial High Command. New ships were arriving on a daily basis for the past few weeks with a strong presence of warships growing too. This was one of the staging areas for the growing Imperial offensive into Coalition territory. Such a large buildup would be detected and not easy to hide, but the Imperials wondered what could the Coalition do? Their forces were meager, their structure in some disarray, their worlds ripe for the taking... the high morale was needed among the men. They believed it would be a stunning and quick victory!
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Dec 2, 2021 20:44:50 GMT -8
The Phrikite mines of Rendili were among the many prized resources of the resurgent Empire. Given it's location on the vital shipyard world of Rendili, it made sense for the defenses to be strong, the garrison made of loyal and veteran Stormtroopers, its commanders the cream of the corps, and a decent fleet that patrolled and protected its traffic ways. After leaving his flagship, the Chevalier, in a neighboring system, Octavian flew his TIE/vn to the Rendili system and down to the planet's surface. On the northern continent, near an Old Republic era base, the Imperial touched down on an open pad and found himself at the heart of one of these mines. The Stormtroopers, at the landing pad, approached the Imperial Knight to check his credentials before indicating the export center.
The resource, Phrik, was such a well known mineral in the galaxy. It was highly valuable and a major component in the armor of an Imperial Knight. He was exiting his time of tutelage and beginning to become a more Knight in the coming days. As a means towards that goal, there were those, among the order, that would go out, seeking materials similar to Phrik or the metal itself, to gather and bring to the armorers of the Knights. It was a testament to the lengths Imperial Knights will go to see a job done, a duty fulfilled, a mission completed. A Knight had to negotiate a price, seek a compromise, and gain the valuable metals that would be forged into the very skin that would protect them in battle and be the markings of a true member of the organization. And so, Octavian chose Rendili. Allowing his warship to continue its patrol, he came alone to the planet to begin this journey. Hopefully, at the end of it, he would don his armor and become an Imperial Knight.
Octavian entered the export center, watching as bars of Phrik were being loaded, by droids, into crates and then taken to waiting transports just beyond the building. He paused for a moment, looking at the organization, the method, the organized chaos... his Force senses became alert as the Imperial felt someone notice him. Looking behind him and up, Octavian noticed a man in an office spying down at him before proceeding to a door. The Stormtroopers must have told the center's operator who was visiting. Not every day that the heir to the First Order came to visit after all.
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Dec 22, 2021 19:05:20 GMT -8
=Overseer=
Prince Delvardus, you do not need to bargain with this Phrik if you so desire it. As I have said before, our charter is through the Empire and thus it is available to the most highest of ranked individuals, including yourself.
The Overseer was a male in his late middle ages. His head already balding well advanced of older decades. The Imperial's name was Titus Mencalus, a businessman in the Phrikite trade. This location was one of many that was chartered by the resurgent Empire in the national and galactic supply of this mineral to various buyers and businesses. Titus had served as Overseer for nearly a decade now and remained remarkably diligent in his work. However, despite his good he was at business, the man wasn't understanding the words of the Prince.
Octavian didn't come here for free Phrikite. This was supposed to be a journey for him, to bargain for what he needed in order to gather the resources necessary for his armor, the set that would adorn his person as a full-fledged Imperial Knight. The young Prince sighs at the words of the Overseer, accompanied by the shaking of his head. Overseer Titus still wasn't getting his point!
Overseer, for the third time, I cannot simply just take the materials. This is an important step I am taking with my future, one that requires me to do what I can to gain what I need. It would be unfair if I simply was handed the Phrikite, but other knights could not. I will not be given a privilege due to my status, Overseer Titus.
Octavian was sounding just a tad bit annoyed at this point. He had gone over it thrice now, explaining his desire to bargain for what he needed. Phrik was a most important material in the armor of an Imperial Knight. And, while each suit of armor was standard, Octavian desired to... seek out what he needed on his own. To know that, even if this armor looked the same as his comrade next to him, it was still HIS armor. Why? Because Octavian put the effort in to acquire its necessities. An achievement that he felt needed to be done.
Understand, Overseer... I wish to have the chance to gain the resources through diplomacy. It is not good for anyone, a Prince especially, to be handed something due to their station. What does that say about me as a person? What does that tell others around me? Hardly a good picture.
Octavian says in a more calm tone. Titus looking at the young male now a bit more as his fingers lightly tap the table. The Overseer sighs, appearing to finally understand. However, before he could speak, the Prince raises his hand, indicating he wasn't finished yet. Phrik was a valuable resource, so something valuable had to be given back. This was where Octavian's connections did help him.
You have two sons, Overseer. Both of whom are at the Corulag Military Academy. I cannot give them favors that ensure a quick rise, but I can put in a good word to see that they are put in units where they can find brothers and sisters in their comrades. I can see that they are given a chance to be in a unit where their talents can flourish as individuals and in cohesion with their fellow soldiers. I know you want the best for your sons. In return for the Phrik, I can see what I can do.
This was hardly nepotism, but rather an offer of consideration. The Overseer did have two sons, both of whom were very eager to join the Stormtrooper Corps. Both even were with the Imperial Youth on Rendili. Through that experience, they earned the grades to be accepted into a military institution. Corulag was where they had earned their spot. The Prince was offering this, not as a bribe, but a consideration. A way to ease the mind of the father. It was true, he wanted what was best for his sons and to become the soldiers of the Empire they always dreamed of. Octavian here was merely offering to open a door to where their skills could truly thrive. Not as a favor that could lead to favoritism.
Titus was rather silent for a moment before nodding his head quietly. This was a sound deal. Slowly, a smile creeped upon his face.
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I know my eldest wants to become an officer. My second born has a keen eye, a good sniper perhaps. If you can help them to the right door, then I will be most grateful, Prince Delvardus. They have always been eager to serve the First Order... always. I just want to know that they are with good people and doing their best for His Majesty. Thank you.
Overseer Titus bows his head slightly before turning to the console, plugging in some numbers. By the end of this, Octavian would have the Phrik he needed. The first task was complete. The Prince felt he had accomplished something... maybe these two soldiers will be celebrated for their deeds when he is Emperor.
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Thomas Zahn
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Post by Thomas Zahn on Jun 12, 2023 18:06:24 GMT -8
Project: HOPLITE Durasteel and Laminanium were materials that were relatively easy and common to come by. The procuring of them was a much simpler task than that of the material known as Phrik. As a lightsaber resistant material and its use primarily by the Imperial Knights and certain variants of Dark Troopers, it was a lot more difficult to procure for use in comparison. The First Orders mining operations on Rendili were decently well established, but their use was overseen and reviewed rather diligently by pencil pushers. As they should, if he was honest. No ounce of the precious material should go missing. However, Zahn required more off the books work, and so with the help of one of his General had managed to procure the services of a small time mining crew whom had experience mining the precious metal.
The crew set up their rig some way off from the main veins, tapping into a smaller deposit for the smaller quantity needed for this first run. Perhaps if they proved efficient and discreet, they might guarantee themselves additional work from their mysterious employer whom had spoken little of themselves and what the Phrik was to be used for |
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Post by Thomas Zahn on Jun 21, 2023 2:16:03 GMT -8
Project: HOPLITE Under the watchful eye of Hela Korden, the commander of the particular Mining Rig and expedition that Zahn had employed, progress was started. The first few strands of Phrik ore were extracted from the ground and drawn up into the system. Much work yet laid ahead of them to draw up more of the precious metal to fill the order from Zahn |
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Post by Thomas Zahn on Jun 30, 2023 5:09:55 GMT -8
Project: HOPLITE Mining operations continued discreetly and well away from the major claims. Although this meant smaller yields and would thus mean the time frame required to gather the necessary load would be longer, it meant no one would be asking too many questions. In case of trouble, however, a detachment of the Montnus Battalion had been assigned to keep watch over Hela's operation. This deployment also included an AT-M6 as added security |
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