Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Jan 28, 2014 6:33:32 GMT -8
Belf'ima took a moment to come out of her mind and back to the world in front of her. She faced the Vice Chancellor and tried to summon all her training to regain some modicum of composure. News reports from home. A Republic capital ship crashed from orbit, destroying much of Lessu and killing the Clan Council. The Jedi fled. Crom'nen arrived to attempt to fight them off on the ground.
She paused, breathing deeply. Ryloth may have just fallen.
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Post by Vice-Chancellor Darma on Jan 29, 2014 16:19:11 GMT -8
Ryloth fallen? Oh dear, I had hoped that we would be spared such travesties while we still lay in our weakness. Ryloth fallen? and the Jedi fled? They would have us help the Empire's citizens but leave our own to destruction? I will have an answer for this madness. But not yet, now we need to focus on getting support to Ryloth.
Not if I have anything to say about it, it hasn't. Come, let's get you someplace more comfortable to sit while we work this out. I offer Belf'ima my right hand, to help her up, and if she wants or needs further support she will have it, but if she needs to support herself, then I will give her space, and let her set the pace. If she will allow me, I will insist she take at least a short rest in my offices, since there was a small ready room attached replete with a comfortable bed, locker with light refreshments, and a refresher. These had come with the office when Darma had moved in, but he had never used the room, though his staff kept it ready just in case.
Guard, please call my office and tell my staff to clear out, and ask them to leave the file on Ryloth on my desk.
Darma didn't know what he could do to help at this point, or even if he could, but he was going to give his best efforts until it was proven futile. He used his own data-pad to send an alert notice to the fleet over Rendili. It stated that Ryloth was under attack and may need full aid in the immediate future. No orders were given, because that wasn't within his power. He could only hope that the people of Rendili, would respond generously towards Ryloth's plight.
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Jan 30, 2014 13:25:41 GMT -8
Belf'ima took the hand to stand, but soon returned to her more regal posture. She obediently began to make her way to Rendili's offices, if for no other reason than they were closer than her own. Her lekku twitched as she had an internal conversation. There is nothing that can be done. A fleet that left the Core now would still take days to reach Ryloth. By then, all would be over. No, we must place our faith in the skills of the Golden Tongue. This is not the first time he has fought off a planetary invasion, and if he survives, it will not be the last. All our hopes must rest with Crom'nen.
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Post by Vice-Chancellor Darma on Feb 3, 2014 13:34:01 GMT -8
I have to disagree with you Belf'ima. It may be too late for any military aid to arrive and make a difference, but humanitarian aid will be needed for quite some time to come, If my own experiences on Rendili are any indication. We may not be able to change the outcome of the fight, but we can change the duration of the reconstruction. With your permission I'd like to organize a relief effort. If we can take care of the people of Kuat, we will certainly do what we can for the people of Ryloth. It will take time to get everything together unfortunately, but I will do what I can to speed things along.
The two arrive, and Darma shows her to the rather comfortable couch, and lets her now she's welcome to use the ready room and it's fresher, as long as she needs to. He then hands her his spare office key, this gives her access to every room in the suite, 24/7. He brings her a small glass of a clear, light brown, sweet juice. The cup is not expensive, but it was made to appear so, having the appearance of hand wrought crystal, with swirling colors rising from the bottom of the glass half way to it's lip. It was the fact that the color went only half way, that made it an obvious replica attempt to any native Rendili, but they were functional and inexpensive. Darma had never been fond of wasting money on his own comforts, a thing one his predecessors had clearly believed in.
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Feb 4, 2014 22:35:24 GMT -8
With all the emotional commotion, the stalwart Mon Calamari Admiral Vrenka swivels his bulbous eyes which now seem pure black as his pupils have went completely wide. What is going on with the galaxy?! Republic star destroyers crashing into Ryloth? The Senator in harms way?! THE JEDI INVOLVED.
Vrenka watches as Darma ushers the representative from Ryloth out of the room, without a chair or quorum this meeting is no longer in order-- effectively over. Vrenka rises and fixes his tunic in a militaristic fashion, and files out of the room promptly and without ceremony to report to the Supreme Chancellor of the findings of the committee. . .
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K'cir
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Post by K'cir on Apr 6, 2014 8:21:11 GMT -8
Darrex had been summoned to a small meeting room by the Military Committee, he had it on good authority that the meeting would be about his promotion and new assignment. It was not a great stretch of the imagination that came up with this assertion, the military usually only called meetings like this for those reasons. The current Commander had been waiting for a few years to be given a full Captaincy and command of a larger ship. He wore his full dress uniform as he walked through the building approaching room number two five eight. He walked confidently and held his head up, expecting good news.
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Apr 29, 2014 21:08:56 GMT -8
The Grand Admiral Vrenka walks in and takes his seat to the left of the head of the table, looking down to at the Commander's service record. The Mon Calamari brings his eyes to bear on the Commander and folded his webbed hands across his chest, giving no ceremony to the several numerous medals and commendations on his naval white uniform.
Why am I here?
He presented the question to Darrax.
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K'cir
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Post by K'cir on Jun 26, 2014 8:25:57 GMT -8
"Well, I would hope, given my service record, that you are here to either promote me or give me a new command. Or maybe both. However, sir, I was not expecting to see an Officer of your rank for this meeting. So I'm now not entirely sure what you're going to say to me."
Darrex had not expected the Grand Admiral to be meeting him in person. He thought any of the other Admirals would have been present for the meeting and this made him slightly nervous.
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Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Sept 1, 2015 21:01:14 GMT -8
=Admiral Michael Korr=A quarter-sized holo of a dignified and distinguished Corellian Defense Forces office sprung to life on the central communications system of the Galactic Republic's Military Committee and the major intelligence channels to which it was connected. "My friends and fellow military counselors, there is a most intriguing and potentially worrisome broadcast that has been repeating on the HoloNet all afternoon. I am sure that many of you have already seen it, but if you have not, here it is:" Broadcast widely across the HoloNet, the holovid had gone viral almost immediately. Nobody was sure who had discovered it first, but all signs pointed to a random college student on vacation on Vreni Island who was either too drunk or too high to realize what it was he was viewing before he shared it with his friends. In minutes, it had spread like wildfire across the core, and people had already begun to talk. Was this real? Was this guy - looking for all the galaxy like Darth Sidious himself - actually serious? And if so, was he out of his mind? The best case scenario was that it was a hell of a watch; the speaker had a good speaking voice, despite sounding like he swallowed gravel for breakfast. And right at the end of the holovid, he had managed to make the generalized and well-meaning farewell of the Jedi Order sound outright menacing. But the worst case scenario was far, far more sinister.
In the vid, a cloaked figure, his face entirely hidden save for a dark scowl on his lips, stood stock still before the recording device. The background was blocked out, leaving only him to be seen and heard.Greetings.
As of this recording, the Valley of the Dark Lords is no more. I have taken the tombs of your most revered forefathers and reduced them to ash. I have taken your ancient academy and turned it into dust. In one day, I have wiped your legacy away from your ancestral homeworld with fire, metal, and the will of the Force. Much as I will soon do to you. All of you. All who support you. All who would join you.
I say this not to gloat, to warn, or to mock. I say this so that you can spend the rest of your short and miserable lives looking over your shoulder, looking to the sky, looking to the men you thought so loyal, waiting for the knife that's coming to stab you in the back. This is my curse for you. This is what I leave you with, in the ashes of what used to be your legacy.
You have existed this long because the Jedi allowed it. No more.The scowl that had been giving voice to the words turned into a vicious smile as the cloaked man spoke his last.May the Force be with you. "As you can see, the Jedi have claimed a major military and symbolic blow against the Sith. I believe there are few, if any, here who would consider that a bad thing, at face value. However, we ought to have been made aware of this action immediately, and now that we are aware, the Republic should discuss how we will respond to any retaliation by the Sith." He sighed. "You all know, just as well as I do, that there will be retaliation. It is only a question of when and where it will strike."
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