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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 10, 2016 20:33:15 GMT -8
The office of the Emperor was a masterpiece; a true testament to the engineering and technology of the First Order and its technicians. The office was plain and dark. Its coloring defined by the metal that protected and housed the Supreme Commander comfortably. Yet the most intriguing part of it was not only the size of his office, but rather, the significant feature that was the most grand masterpiece that technology could offer. Beyond a small gathering area where Nicademus regularly sat to do work and entertain his guests was a massive holoscreen. This screen could not only show the city of Harnaidan in its glory but was tuned to project the images of space and planets within its records. One day, the Emperor could be doing his work under the eyes of great stars and the next day could feel like an observation deck, overlooking a planet from orbit. The office branches off in two directions from the main gathering area. To the left of his desk was the personal quarters where Nicademus would sleep through the nights, if he could. To the right was a corridor that led to series of smaller rooms, including a dining area and a workout room. These were where his personal guard was housed; a compliment of some twenty elite Stormtroopers that regularly watched over the Emperor's office; whether he was present or not. Yet unknown to anyone but the Emperor, there was more security than just the plain sight of Stormtroopers. Far more than anyone could imagine. |
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Post by Nanda Panaka on Jan 10, 2016 20:45:36 GMT -8
Arriving at the Grand General's office, the quartet of Imperial Commanders were informed that the Grand General was currently in a meeting with someone but that he would see them shortly. Nodding in affirmation, the Imperial quartet settled into a conversation, speaking quietly enough that their words would not carry down the hallway or through the door without being so quiet as to be conspiratorial. Ranulph Madine, the youngest of the four, was the first to speak, his eyes following the retreating forms of the First Order Stormtroopers who had escorted them. "It would seem that the Department of Military Research has been busy since the dissolution of the Remnant. I shall have to look into seeing if they have replaced the Storm Commando's armor as well..." His voice was laced with concealed annoyance; Ranulph had spent countless hours tuning his men's equipment to suit their operational specifications and he was not looking forward to having to go through that again, especially if the IDMR had not yet produced new versions of the Storm Commando armor.
"I fail to see what you are complaining about Major; I am looking forward to upgrading the 477th and 479th's armories. The Imperial Remnant has been using much of the same equipment for decades without any meaningful change in design and I have seen first-hand that this has negatively impacted our military capability." Lt. Colonel Tierce had removed her helmet as the Major had spoken and was now holding it under her left arm against her side, the reproachful look she was giving the young man making it obvious what she thought of his sentiment. Blanching slightly, Ranulph was quick to clarify his previous statement. "Oh, I agree entirely Colonel; I was merely acknowledging how much work it will take to modernize "Stalking Opee" in it's entirety. Doing so will likely take us out of action for a notable amount of time." Having remained silent thus far, Nanda Panaka finally spoke when her command was mentioned as a whole. "As much as I would like have us back in action serving the Empire as quickly as possible Major I would prefer to do so with adequate equipment. We have been operating outside the realm of Imperial Command for some time now and as a result we need to resupply and ensure that everything is in suitable working order now that we once again have access to the proper facilities. While the technicians work on the 77th Attack Line I am sure that you will have plenty of time to get your men's equipment in order Major." Nodding in agreement, the conversation between the four Imperials continued into other topics as they waited for their audience with the Grand General.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 10, 2016 21:02:15 GMT -8
The door hisses as Stormtroopers, marked with red details upon their armor, walk out to greet Captain Panaka and her party. Without another word, they turned around, indicating that the trio should follow them. A long corridor greets them, dimly lit and covered with walls of metal. The sight of a few Stormtroopers, quietly stationed within the corridor, was the only detail present as the Captain and her officers were escorted towards another door. Once more, a familiar hiss was heard as the door slid open, revealing a massive circular room. On the far wall, an image of Bastion could be seen as if the room was upon some sort of vessel, orbiting the planet. From the side of the holo-image, a pair of Star Destroyers move into view, patrolling the section of Bastion that could be seen presently.
A desk was at the fair end, its chair turned away for now as Nicademus gazed upon the seemingly live holo-image that played before him. Yet the hissing of the door made him turn his gaze away from the impressive view so that he could greet his visitors. The Supreme Commander would turn his chair and rise instantly to watch as Captain Panaka and her officers approached where he was presently standing. A few chairs would rise from the floor, followed by a service droid that rolled out with a tray of drinks. If there was one thing about the Imperial, it was that he treated his officers with due respect. Without a single word, like the Stormtroopers, Nicademus sits comfortably, his eyes looked upon his visitors. After they were comfortable themselves, the Supreme Commander would finally speak.
The 77th Imperial Heavy Attack Line...Stars above, I haven't heard those unit name in a long time. Not since the days of the Imperial Remnant and my early days as the Galactic Emperor. It is fortunate that you have returned to the flock. Truly, I am grateful to see your fleet once more rejoin us. I have half-tempted to make you a Rear Admiral or a Commodore, Captain Panaka. You have a decorated career and your loyalty to the Imperial cause speaks plainly with your presence here.
The Supreme Commander then glances at the other officers present; by their chevrons there was a Lt. Colonel, a Colonel and a Major. All notable ranks, indicating that these were members of the Captain's senior staff. His eyes then return to Nanda after letting his earlier words sink in.
Now tell me, Captain, what can I do for you? I suspect you didn't come down to the planet just to marvel at the Imperialization of this world.
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 10, 2016 22:17:29 GMT -8
Sometime after the meeting aboard the Praetorian in orbit of the Yaga Minor shipyards...
It was late in the night, she should be sleeping. Nothing innocent ever took place at this time of night. Illaria had been sparring in one of the rooms within the Tower of Ren since earlier this evening and found that no matter what she put her body through, she could not sleep. Having already visited the wet room within the tower and made use of the refresher, she was feeling reinvigorated once more.Reaching out through the currents of the Force, she scoured the base with her senses. Traversing each corridor as if she were physically walking it, she searched for someone with which to entertain her musings this late at night. There were plenty of the First Order’s officers and soldiers on duty, she could feel the busyness of their minds like an incessant buzzing within her head. They would not do. Almost all of the Knights of Ren were currently off planet at the moment and she had no desire to speak with those that remained. As she continued searching, a bright light representing the presence of Nicademus Delvardus came to her attention. The Supreme Commander. Perfect, she thought to herself as she withdrew her presence from the halls and rose from one of the couches within the tower. Though, it would never do to go traipsing around the base in naught but what she entered this world. Grabbing a long sweeping tunic from the confines of her wardrobe, she pulled the nearly translucent material around her shoulders and secured it at the base of her hips. This provided quite the lovely view she thought, the belt around her hips causing the material to sweep over her shoulders and run down her chest in straight lines, leaving nothing to the imagination as came together at the base of her stomach. The opalescent material hugged her lithe curves and comprised two panels that cascaded down to the floor, a slit in the material just beneath each of her hips. Normally she would have adorned her figure in pants after all the times Soku had lectured her on the importance of decorum here, but she found that she could care less at this point in time. Perhaps it was a bit too little to walk around the base in, but she did not care for decorum at the moment. Not even bothering to pull on a pair of shoes either, the Firrerro-clad shapeshifter pulled the hood of her tunic over top of her head, casting her face in shadows as she left the confines of the tower and began stalking down the halls toward the Supreme Commander’s office. Illaria paused outside the door, retracting the darkness of her presence deep within the seat of her soul. “The Supreme Commander is expecting me. You will allow me inside.” The Shapeshifter spoke to the few guards stationed outside Nicademus’ office. He was not truly expecting her, but she did not feel like having her company refused this night. The Stormtroopers hesitated a bit before she had to push a little bit harder on their minds. Eventually they spoke in tandem, “The Supreme Commander is expecting you. You will be allowed inside.” The troopers repeated to her before opening the door and allowing her entrance. Bowing her head to them, she smiled slyly as she strode past them and directly into the Supreme Commander’s office.“I must commend you on your soldiers.” The Shapeshifter stated in an amused voice as she began to approach the Supreme Commander. “It took quite a bit more than I expected, to bend their minds to my will.” The sly smile slowly crept back across her lips as she paused to look around his office. There was much you could tell about a man by the way he arranged his things. It appeared that Nicademus liked for everything to be just so. Order, lacking chaos. Nevertheless, Illaria saw it as her duty to represent the chaos he so lacked.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 10, 2016 22:44:33 GMT -8
Nicademus always stayed up late, reading well into the night. The First Order had only just begun and there was still much to do; the administrative hierarchy for not only Muunilist, but also Bastion and Yaga Minor. Among other things there was deployment orders to be filled out and approved as well as new training regimens for the up and coming Stormtrooper recruits. The Supreme Commander sighs deeply before setting down the recent approved laws for the future of Muunilist. Nicademus would key for his service droid to come forth, giving him a glass of wine from his homeworld of Eriadu. The bottle was set on the side of his desk with an empty glass which the Supreme Commander poured himself.
His chair would turn, allowing the Imperial to gave upon the holoscreen as it changed to an image of Eriadu, a glorious world with a thriving Imperial population. A world that ceded from his Empire not long ago and a home that Nicademus knew he would never return to. A sigh once more emitted from his lips before the Supreme Commander toasted quietly to his homeworld and took a nice gulp from the glass. Yet this reminiscing was interrupted by the sound of his office door hissing. No one was scheduled to visit him tonight and usually his quarters were off-limits unless something urgent arose. The Imperial turned away from the view of Eriadu to have his eyes take in figure of Illaria...
Nicademus remains quiet and still as he ever is in the presence of the Knights of Ren, or anyone for that matter. His cold eyes watch the shapeshifter attentively, wondering had brought her to come to his quarters alone and at this god-forsaken hour of the night. Calmly, the Supreme Commander sets his glass down upon his desk, keeping his eyes locked upon Illaria. Still not speaking, the Imperial leans back into his comfortable chair, his gloved hand resting under his chin.
It seems I may need to have to replace those you were able to convince then... I only want the best of my Stormtroopers to be guarding me. Seems those you were still able to bend their minds to your will. I shall have to fix that right away.
The Supreme Commander then folds his hands together, watching the attractive female member of the Knights of Ren intrude upon his office space. Why she was here was something that was upon the mind of Nicademus now. She had shown some sort of interest back on Yaga Minor and now decided it would be a good idea to invade his quarters at this late hour. Whatever was this woman scheming within her mind.
Now I must ask you, why have you encroached into my quarters? You are bold to do so, very bold. I would not say foolish cause, unlike others I know, you are a trained Knight of Ren. You are as beautiful as you are cunning. Only a sly fox, such as yourself, would be bold enough to venture to my chambers at this hour.
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 10, 2016 23:37:01 GMT -8
Illaria turns her gaze back to the Supreme Commander and watches him a moment with a genuine curiosity. His training when it came to dealing with dark siders appeared to be impeccable, for most she encountered were extremely put off by her and uncomfortable under something so inconsequential as her stare. Not Nicademus, it appeared.
She knew full well that she was treading a thin line here and most would have dismissed her for the impropriety conjured to mind by her actions. The Shapeshifter continued approaching the Imperial, choosing instead to remain silent until she came to stand rather near to him. So near that most would be uncomfortable in her presence as a result of the potential danger it evoked. She cared not, for she knew this man would not even flinch. So she merely gazed beyond him at the holoscreen, seemingly ignoring his line of questioning for the moment.
“Eriadu…” Illaria spoke softly, her voice lilting with a timbre that was almost revealing about her intentions for being here. “Your homeworld, if I am not mistaken.” She stated more than questioned as she turned back to look down upon him, the left side of her lips curling into a smirk. Her skin was still slightly flushed from the intensive sparring she had subjected herself to earlier, and it gave her a sort of illuminative glow.
“You flatter me, Supreme Commander. Something most would consider a dangerous thing to engage in. Somehow, I do not believe these are truly your thoughts and you are merely attempting to keep me at bay… However, I am bold, yes. I will own up to that much.” And she was bold, this was known. Yaga Minor had demonstrated that much, at least. Outspoken and some might call her careless or deceptive with her actions, but those that truly knew Illaria for what she was knew that she was not careless or deceptive. She was calculating and straightforward. From a certain perspective, everything she said was always the truth. She did not lie to people or twist the truth to her own designs, nor would she simply sugarcoat things just to please others. Everything she did or said was at her own pleasure.
“Cunning? I suppose I have my moments. Sly fox? Not so much. I will always be straightforward with you, Supreme Commander. I have nothing to hide…” As she spoke, her voice took on an amused quality to it. She walked beyond his field of vision, just behind him before leaning down by the side of his chair and speaking softly by his ear, “You may ask all you wish, but that does not mean I will willingly provide you with an answer.” Illaria spoke suggestively, chuckling softly as she straightened and walked beyond him to stand at the rail as she gazed at the impressive holoscape before her.
While what she had just said may seem contradictory to most, Illaria trusted the Supreme Commander to fit the pieces of this puzzle together. She would always be truthful with him, there was no doubt about this. However, this did not mean that she would not make him work for the answers he sought. This was one of her favourite games thus far and she relished the chance to watch him spinning his gears in attempt to figure her out.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 10, 2016 23:56:21 GMT -8
Nicademus remained quiet for now as Illaria spoke. Just as she ignored his line of questions, so did the Imperial ignore her words for now. Slowly the image of Eriadu fades away, being replaced with the view of a planet unknown in origin. It seemed like a rather generic holoimage than being a specific planet. Yet the black void of space was lit up with an orange hue due to the presence of grand sun that lurked beyond the planet. Its space shrouded with an eerie gaseous mist that made the planet seem secretive. The Supreme Commander calmly taps the side of his wine glass before deciding to speak plainly.
It is indeed my homeworld... a home I will never return to in my lifetime nor the next. My father was Imperial, his father was an Imperial and so forth. The entire family was Imperial and Empire-aligned. Our lineage, our heritage, our home. My home no longer. I choose to leave and I shall die among the stars and not upon the soil where I was born.
After speaking those somber words, the Imperial slowly rises from his desk, taking the glass of wine once more and downing it in one good gulp. His eyes glanced over at the alluring figure that was Illaria, now illuminated by the amber glow of the sun within the background. Calmly does Nicademus key for the service droid once more. It rolls out, bringing an empty glass and the bottle, from the Imperial's desk, to the female Ren. It appeared that the Supreme Commander was offering his intruder some hospitality. Seeing as Illaria would be here for awhile, something that Nicademus knew for certain.
Yet her last words rang a different tune than what was said before. “You may ask all you wish, but that does not mean I will willingly provide you with an answer.” Spoken in a suggestive tone that a female of Illaria's caliber could easily pull off, like a tiger emitting a predatory purr. And that was what Nicademus felt in this moment with Illaria; she was a predator and he was the prey. Not in the sense of a real hunt, but a figurative one nonetheless. He pulled away from his desk to turn and gaze upon the image that was before them, eyeing the movement of the holoprojection that illuminated the room and the pair.
When I hear willingly, I hear come and try me. An invitation more or less to delve towards the answers I seek. But yet, you are suggesting not the conventional way in terms of one Inquisitor speaking to his prisoner. No, you are suggesting by other ways. Ways that I am all too familiar with. Nonetheless, I will get my answers, whether you want me to know them or not...
His words were no longer plain; they held a sense of intrigue, of confidence. Not of arrogance nor pompous intent, but rather, someone who knew his way. Someone who could and would get his answers from the present female. Nicademus was a tactician at heart, a natural-born strategist. If Illaria wanted to play a game, then the Supreme Commander would gladly play the game.
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 11, 2016 19:19:25 GMT -8
Illaria watched the Supreme Commander quietly, studying his expressions. As the image of Eriadu fades away and is replaced by a singular astral body that she does not recognize, she shifts her body to face Nicademus. A frown briefly crosses her lips at such a somber admission from an otherwise seemingly unremarkably stable man. Part of her wanted to ask the Imperial the implications of her confessing that she knew, with great certainty, a way to prolong such an inevitable death among the stars. However, now was not the time, so she filed this admission away for future reflection and use. While normal social rules might indicate this was where she should participate in such a conversation by sharing an equally dismal remark, the Shapeshifter was not about to be drawn in by societal norms. She valued her privacy and the fact that none knew a single bit of information about her unless she so chose to inform them. Again though, she was struck by the urge to share something with the Imperial, the beginnings of a part of her life. This was rather odd and quite unlike her.
What followed next brought a small smile to grace her golden-toned lips. The service droid approached her with an empty glass and a bottle of wine. So, it appeared as if she were welcome to stay and he had no intention of kicking her out of his quarters, at least not for a while. This simple act set a dangerous precedent and worked to reinforce the fact that she could indeed get away with doing as she wished. In this case, she had learned that she could intrude upon the privacy of none other than the Supreme Commander of the First Order, himself. Nicademus had just ensured that he would be seeing quite a bit more of her during these visits at all hours of the day or night. Deftly grasping the bottle, Illaria reads the label and nods in approval. Pouring herself a glass, she picks it up and swirls it around in the glass for a moment before bringing it to her mouth. She does not take a drink, pausing first to take in the wine’s aroma. Finding herself approving once more, she takes a small sip before leveling her silvery gaze upon Nicademus.
It had not escaped her notice that the Imperial had clearly been examining her figure in the waning light that the holoscape provided. She was quite certain that he could very nearly see through the material of her clothing as long as she stood between him and the holoscape. Taking another sip of her wine, Illaria begins to prowl across the room toward Nicademus, her steps slow and assured. It was clear that she radiated nothing but confidence as her hips swayed seductively with each step she took. “Very good, Supreme Commander.” She flashed a small smile at him. His confidence matched her own in the way he spoke to her, yet something else she found pleasantly surprising about the man. “Though I suppose such an invitation could be construed in terms of an Inquisitor’s relations with her prisoner…” She paused, looking over the top of her glass at him, strands of golden-blonde hair falling to frame either sides of her face as she moved. “That is, if one were interested in such preoccupations…”
Letting out a small sigh, the Shapeshifter takes another sip of the glass of wine. She partially releases the hold on her bottled-up power now that her arrival has been announced for she did not wish it to precede and herald her coming. However, there was a dual-purpose to shrouding herself in the shadows that comprised the dark side. She did not yet wish for him to know the effects of his confidence and the intrigue that he invoked within her upon speaking as he had to she, a trained and disciplined Knight of Ren. Her skin felt scorched to the touch as his unspoken promises thrilled her down to the very hollow of her body. Yet another pleasant surprise to add to this night’s ever-expanding list.
Turning back to the railing, the Firrerreo-clad shapeshifter runs her fingers along it as she proceeds to walk the length of the room. Only did she pause in her steps upon situating herself directly across from Nicademus. Turning to face him, she leans back against the railing, resting her elbows on it as she stares him down. All is silent for several seconds before she speaks, “You may seek your answers if you so dare, my dear Supreme Commander.” Illaria spoke in a warning tone, tilting her head downwards and to the side. The same alluring smile from before still graces her lips as she looks at him invitingly from beneath her eyelashes. “Many have tried, yet all have failed. Though I have yet to encounter one so adept as you at arousing such…fascination within my very core..” She looked at him pointedly. “I will not discourage you from such a tantalizing challenge for I believe that I would find myself immensely satisfied with your success.”
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 11, 2016 20:41:41 GMT -8
Nicademus still and quiet even as the temptress within his quarters tried to break his gaze away from the view of this astral planet so that the Imperial may look upon her hips and figure. The Supreme Commander showed an iron will, even in the presence of Illaria, a woman who seemed to usually get her way with anyone. Yet here, at this very moment, she was facing a challenge with the iron-willed Imperial. Nicademus had always been a challenge; even with his parents and friends back on Eriadu. Yet this demeanor allowed him to rise through the ranks quickly and assume great powers easily. But enough of that.
The male glanced over at Illaria as she spoke her final words. A chuckle emitted from the lips of the Supreme Commander, causing his voice to echo off the wide holoscreen and bounce off the silent walls of his office. The chuckle continued to emit for awhile before it slowly died down with the Imperial's gaze set firmly upon Illaria.
I was able to kill a Sith with a blaster pistol and assume myself as the Head of State for the Imperial Remnant. I rose even further as I advanced myself to Kuat and assumed the throne of the Galactic Empire after the disappearance of Lord Sinistra. And despite the dissolution of the same Empire, I still remain where I am; a leader of planets, a commander of men!
Nicademus slammed his gloved fist upon the railing, causing his own glass to shake slightly, but remain standing. A grin slowly formed upon the Imperial's face as he continued to speak firmly and authoritatively to his guest. If there was one about the Supreme Commander, it was that he could command the high ground and keep the upper hand no matter what the situation. It was not arrogance that echoed from his lips, but absolute confidence and authority.
I have crossed far greater battlefields than the one set before, Illaria... I have encountered far greater foes and ordeals in my life time. I can absolutely say this now; I will get the answer I seek from you. I will learn why you have come to my chambers at this time of the night. In fact, I have already begun to figure out the puzzle myself. For you see, Illaria... you aren't the first to attempt this. But yet, you are the most expert in attempting what others have failed to even do.
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 11, 2016 22:16:18 GMT -8
Illaria never thought this would be easy coming in here tonight; she knew full well that she was going to be in for a challenge regardless of how receptive Nicademus was to her. It would be so easy, she reasoned. All she had to do was gather the dark side about her and impress her will upon him. He surely had a strong mind, but she knew in the end, that she was more than capable of dominating it. Do it, an inner voice reasoned. She surely would not have to play such a long and drawn out game as she was now.
The dark side made the idea all the more tempting and the thought nearly sent a shiver traversing up her spine. She could enter his mind, dominate it with her own will and force him to comply with her every demand. The Shapeshifter imagined him approaching her slowly, discarding his military jacket and undershirt on the floor before coming to stand before her. Oh, how she would feast upon his half-naked figure with her eyes, devouring everything that encompassed his very being, ever so greedily. She wanted to completely master him in his entirety, ordering him to his knees and forcing his compliance in her every command. Oh, how she imagined the look in his eyes as he gazed upon her with such devotion and admiration as she made him a slave to her will. Only then would his clever little mouth be allowed the privilege of tasting her. Only then would she give permission for his hands to roam her body, savouring every last moment. Only then would she acquiesce and allow him to take her.
Brushing such inappropriate thoughts to the wayside, Illaria watched the Supreme Commander thoughtfully as he chuckled. He was playing with fire. She could see now that this was what he enjoyed, what made him feel so terribly, horribly alive. Unmoving, and appearing wholly unaffected, she took another sip of her wine as she leaned against the railing simply waiting for him to conclude his shameless boasting. Who was she to ultimately deny him the chance to get burned?
“All impressive feats, I am sure.” She intoned as she waved her hand in a gesture of nonchalance. “Especially for one who lacks the ability to touch the Force..” So tempted was the Shapeshifter to match his stated accomplishments with ones far grander, those of her own. Alas, that would necessitate the sharing of information she was not going to give up to him willingly. As the Imperial slammed his fist upon the railing, she simply glanced at him, eyes glittering with mirth. She was not at all alarmed. Did not even give a hint of fear. She merely arched a single eyebrow at his comments, almost entirely dismissing them as she took a sip of her wine.
Placing the wine glass on the railing, she finally deigned to respond to Nicademus. “My dear Supreme Commander, you have yet to face a fully-fledged Knight of Ren.” With this, she crossed her arms over her chest and began to pace around him, pausing at his side to make direct eye contact as she spoke coolly once more. “I can assure you that you have not crossed far greater battlefields than that which lay before you.” Do it, the dark side tempted her. It will be so easy. All she had to do was reach out within the currents of the Force, pulling them taught against the Supreme Commander’s neck until he submitted to her will. All he had to do was bend the knee and she would forget any previous transgressions.
“And I am sure I haven’t the faintest idea what you are going on about. Though, I do appreciate the compliment.” Illaria stated, her tone of voice conveying a sense of great amusement as her expression took on a cocky overture. Reaching within the confines of her robe, she produced a couple sheets of flimsiplast with some requisition orders printed upon them. “You caught me...” She said drolly as she handed the sheets of flimsi over to him. “I find myself in need of some supplies for Deralia.” Outlined on the sheets of flimsi was the list for some more volatile supplies and a single starship request. She was not trying terribly hard at this deception, but it was clear that she needed to try a different approach to the Imperial. Winking at him, she turned and sauntered back to her wine glass, making as if she were going to leave him simply standing there staring dumbly down at the requisition orders she had just handed him. And she made it abundantly clear that this was rather amusing all the while...
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 12, 2016 18:43:35 GMT -8
The moment her back was to Nicademus, Illaria could hear the definite crumpling of the flimsi. The Imperial not even looked at it; in fact, the moment it was given and her back turned, he only glanced at it before crumpling it up instantly. The flimsi was tossed to the side, yet the firm gaze of the Supreme Commander did not leave the direction of Illaria. His brows furrowed slightly, indicating that he was getting far more serious than before.
Do you take me as some fool, Illaria? Clearly you underestimate me to some degree... do you really think I would fall for such a lie? After all, what was you said, fully-fledged Knight of Ren, there were certain words spoken from your beauteous lips that said something exactly the opposite. What were they... I can't seem to remember.
That was when the Imperial clicked a button upon his comlink and a recording turned on instantly. From the sounds of it, the recording was from the recent meeting over Yaga Minor to oversee the final stages of the Resurgent's construction. After a few moments, Illaria's recorded voice rang through the silent room.
“If we so chose, we could accomplish this mission to Deralia without the aid of the First Order at all. You…” .... “..are here because our goals are currently aligned and you need to expand the First Order’s holdings. You are not here because the Knights of Ren would be lost without you. Never forget this.”
Nicademus then calmly keyed the transmission off the moment her words went quiet. His gloved hand reached over to his glass, finding it with ease despite his gaze not being removed from Illaria's position. The glass was brought to his lips, allowing him to gulp down a sizable portion of what remained before the glass was once more set aside. His hands then slowly retracted and positioned behind his back. His stance was modified; hands behind his back, legs slightly spread apart... the position of a commanding officer, trained and well-formed. The Supreme Commander remained quiet for a moment before deciding to speak once more.
Now, allow me to ask you again, Illaria... what are your intentions? If you do answer in the affirmative, I will tell you exactly what I think or rather, what I know about why you have come to my chambers so late into the night. As you said, I have yet to face a fully-fledged Knight of Ren... well my dear Illaria Ren, you have yet to face me. And I am of a whole different level than the petty Imperials you may have already met.
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 12, 2016 21:06:40 GMT -8
The second Nicademus began to crumple the flimsi she had just handed him; Illaria knew that she had won. A small smile slowly trailed across her lips as she paused in her steps, turning her head to watch him over her shoulder. As the Supreme Commander would soon learn, she had not underestimated him a single bit and she was delighted to find that he had met her expectations. Perhaps even far exceeded them. She had not truly expected him to fall for her ruse, and had he fallen for it, then she would have simply kept walking in the direction she had originally been heading in; toward the exit.
For at that point, she would have known for certain that he was not worthy of her. Not even had he prostrated himself upon the floor for her, scraping and begging for her to yield. The muscles across her back rippled as she stood there stock still, flexing her saber hand by her side. While her intentions in this moment seemed to have gone over the Imperial’s head, Illaria did not fault him for it and even wondered if he was simply playing her game as well. Once the recording ceased playing, she turned.
Fixing the Supreme Commander with a hungry gaze, her thoughts quickly spiraled into oblivion, tormenting her with the limitless possibilities. The smile that had once been small in measure, widened into a more feral grin as she stalked around the side of the Imperial. Her eyes traveled up and down his body as she made it quite apparent that she was admiring him. Illaria’s fascinated stare boldly studied the man before her in oblique profile. The high cheekbones, the tall lean figure that spoke of a strength nearly unrivaled by other humans of this calibre – he was truly beautiful. There was simply no other way to describe him. However, beneath such masculine features something far more shockingly, dangerous lurked. There was something dark and sensual about this man. Something in which she wished to own, or would she find that it would end up being the other way around?
Leaning close from behind him, she spoke softly in a sultry tone, “I am quite aware that you stand apart from the rest, Supreme Commander.” Placing the emphasis on his title, she practically purred. Leaning her hip against the railing, she reaches out and trails her fingertips over his shoulder before skimming them lightly across the uncovered expanse of the back of his neck. “That is precisely why we find ourselves here, clutching at some consummate semblance of propriety..” Bringing her hand to rest here, she does not apply any pressure, but her meaning is clear. A demand or a caress – it is his choice.
It was in this moment that she wished to demand his attention. Whether it be in his subjugation or her own, she was not sure she cared anymore. Either option was proving to be rather tempting. She could destroy him in the most beautiful way possible and ensure his obedience, enslaving and engulfing everything he was. Though, she could also bait him into chasing her and allow him to push her to her very limits, writhing beneath him as he coerced her into submission. The heat rose within her as the need to consume or be consumed amplified in intensity.
Illaria languidly releases him as she turns to walk away once more, pausing only to gaze and speak over her shoulder. Her head held high, the look she fixes him with is downright wicked. “If you already know why I have come to you in your solitude, then why hesitate to do something about it?” Her voice held an amused, yet sinisterly sweet tone as she dared him to approach her. It was clear that she was unpredictable in not only her speech, but her actions as well. “Besides, I think you and I both know that my beauteous lips would look far lovelier were they put to better use than mere speeches…”
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 12, 2016 22:46:40 GMT -8
Nicademus had finally been able to turn the tables just enough for Illaria to expose herself... to finally give his suspicions the evidence they needed to confirm his thoughts. The moment she turned and revealed her hungry gaze, the Supreme Commander knew that was hungry gaze was indeed of a sensual one. It was of the intention of pleasure-seeking, arousal and the heat of one's flesh against another. There was no disapproval upon the face of the Imperial; in fact, his face was very hard to read when it was expressionless or neutral. Yet there was a twinkle within his eyes, a twinkle of interest and intrigue by the propositional words of the present female.
Nicademus would feel the alluring touches performed by Illaria; the gentle touch of her fingertips upon his shoulder. The skimming of her fingers across the exposed back of his neck. The gentleness, the smooth skin, the warmth... the growing desire that resulted from this close contact. It was hard to tell though; did Illaria desire the dominating will of Nicademus to come upon her or would the Ren possibly use her own powers to have the Imperial be dominated by her. Indeed, this whole conversation was a test of will, a test of dominance, a test of touching one's boundaries and seeking a weak point. It was a game to Illaria before slowly turning into something that was a reality, a desire, a lust. And within the very depths of Nicademus's iron stance, a similar sensation was forming within his very veins and nerves.
The invitation had been given and, slowly, the Imperial moved towards Illaria, drawn by her proposition and her outward looks. She was a beautiful specimen; her golden skin, her matching hair, her brilliant yet dark eyes. Slowly, the holoscreen begins to morph and change into something new. The void of space engulfs the room, turning out all lights. Yet within seconds, a blaze exploded forth, revealing an electric blue sun that illuminated the oval office with a gentle blue hue. At the very moment the sun blazed in all its glory, the image of Nicademus flashed before Illaria's very eyes; he was directly standing behind the Ren...
His gloved hands gently moved to touch wherever her skin was exposed upon her hips. The Supreme Commander's mood had completely changed; there was a sense of romanticism within his eyes. His touch was determined, yet gentle. There was lust boiling beneath his skin and heating his blood to bubble. Something had taken over Nicademus for that sudden second as the blue light swam across them, revealing one to the other. His guard was relaxed, his mind was at ease... it was strange to the Imperial. Yet it was refreshing; especially given his usual daily routine. It was unexpected, but deep down, there was the sudden need, the sudden want... the sudden desire that this was turning from probable to necessary. There was no turning back, there was no ifs or buts. Nicademus had set his mind and motions into the advancing stance. His eyes watching to see how Illaria would respond.
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 13, 2016 0:26:28 GMT -8
Quite suddenly, the mood within the room had changed; Illaria could almost feel it as the temperature of her skin rose. She watched the Imperial with interest as he moved toward her. Her expression almost appears to change along with that of Nicademus’ as a hint of recognition flickers within her eyes. She has understood the acceptance of the invitation she so impulsively laid out before him. Now, under his intense stare, she realizes that impulse has progressed to something more akin to a shameless longing. Where she once did not realize an absence of desire, her body now tingled with it.
The Shapeshifter stands her ground as the holoscape alters to something far darker than before, for even in the darkness she is very much aware of the Supreme Commander’s imposing presence despite the fact that her senses seek to deceive her. The sudden brightness of the light suddenly finds her staring back over her shoulder at Nicademus. For a brief moment, something almost innocent flashes through her silver eyes as she looks upon him, very nearly giving the impression of surprise. It was in that moment that they both appeared to reach an understanding, the silent communication almost imperceptible.
She made no move to stop him, physically or with the Force, as he placed his hands upon her hips. She almost hummed in approval, the mix of lust and tenderness intoxicating. He was gentle with her, treating her as if she were a delicate Starflower and she was entirely pliant, willing beneath his fingertips as they grazed over her hips. Without even needing to touch his mind through the Force, Illaria could feel his need in the way he touched her, capturing her in his embrace.
What did the First Order do about sex, she wondered suddenly. Was it frowned upon? Or would we…could we…? She was not even sure there was a Disciplinary Code for such things. But, if Soku ever caught wind of this, she was almost certain he would inform her. It occurred to Illaria that her interactions with the Supreme Commander had taken quite the interesting turn; from the moment they had first become acquainted aboard the Praetorian up until this very moment. Perhaps as much as she infuriated the Imperial, she had also grown on him.
“Have I rendered you speechless, Supreme Commander?” As she spoke, Illaria was almost alarmed by the hoarseness of her own voice. Surely, he had not affected her this much, had he? Reaching down, she turned sideways in the Imperial’s hold as she began to peel the glove from his hand, carelessly discarding it on the floor. At this point, it was nearly torture to be as tempted as she was by unspoken promises and the thrill of something she had once thought forbidden to her. Now, every muscle seemed to tense in her body as she anticipated the feel of his skin against her own.
She knew Nicademus was a man who valued order in his life, but the moment he had accepted her invitation, he had also invited chaos to be his bedmate. Bringing his hand to her mouth, she maintained eye contact as she pressed a kiss into his palm. “You are far more relaxed and at ease than I think I have ever seen you…” She spoke yet again, though her voice was far more silky and lilting than before. It was clear now that she was lightly teasing him, this time less out of spite and more out of a predilection for the Imperial. Though, she could not resist gently biting the outer edge of his palm and flashing him a cocky grin. She was quite enjoying the effect she was having upon him in this moment.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 13, 2016 10:59:07 GMT -8
Nicademus continued to remain quiet even as Illaria spoke. She should no inclination of halting his actions, but yet, there was an aura of appreciation, of want, of desire that seemed to radiate off of her skin. The Imperial felt her delicate hand take his own where her beauteous lips made contact with the skin upon his palm. There was something different between the pair; only moments ago, there was a game being played between two dominating personalities. One was a disciplined and seasoned individual, a commander of men, a visionary, a leader. The other was capable and alluring dark side practitioner. Within her fingertips, she could bend people to her will. With her looks, she could cause empires to collapse, for men to bend their knee and worship her like a goddess. Yet the game changed almost instantly as a connection was formed... a connection that drew the individuals very close to where they exchanged the first steps of intimacy with the touches of their skin and fingers upon one another.
The Supreme Commander remained quiet as his eyes gazed upon Illaria, hearing the silky and light tone of her voice. In truth, Nicademus was not his usual self. Such a personality that was being witnessed, alone, by the female Ren was a rarity. So rare that, in fact, none before had gotten even close enough to unlock the door that had remained shut for years. Calmly, his hands bare and uncovered, they moved to take her hand into his; a kiss from his own lips gently placed upon her fingers. All the while, eye contact remained steady and firm upon her own alluring hues. His free hand snaked around her slender waist, being planted firmly upon the lower part of her spine as to keep Illaria in place. Yet Nicademus knew she would not even think of moving away, but closer if possible. The silence was broken suddenly though by a low and gentle tone of his voice.
It is not that I have been rendered speechless, Illaria... it is that when one gazes upon the greatest forms and the most beautiful works of art, one must show sincere reverence, utmost respect and due admiration with the silence of the void. For sometimes, words cannot be enough. Actions can, in times like this, prove to be even greater than words alone.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 13, 2016 20:21:02 GMT -8
Nyra visibly rolled her eyes at the officer at the insinuation of her being barbaric as she lowered her arms. She walked past the duffel bag without giving it a second glance. She followed behind the officer and began talking to him. Despite her obvious disadvantage, what with being surrounded by stormtroopers on their planet, Nyra was not about to let a comment like that go."I'm guessing you haven't seen much combat, with your nice suit and properly adorned insignia. What would have been truly barbaric to bring him back whole, or at least what was still attached to him. I think he would have made an excellent flesh puppet."Nyra stuck up her chin with sharp exhale of breath to show her disdain for the man as she walked behind him, crossing her arms as she moved."Let's hope your boss talks to women better than you do." |
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 13, 2016 21:35:30 GMT -8
Nyra walked casually behind the Imperial Officer, though her arms were still crossed to show her discontent with the man. Her eyes wandered as they had walked the halls to the officer, where she now stood before the Supreme Commander. She raised an eyebrow with a smirk as the Officer is dismissed, giving him a dirty look as he turned to exit.
While Nyra had many things, patience was not one of them. Still, she tried to wait for Nicademus to address her. Her patience began to wear very thin almost immediately. Nyra thought about yelling out at the man, screaming at him to acknowledge her presence, and just at the moment when she was about begin her outburst....he spoke, looking up at her. Nyra moved a stray strange of hair behind her ear and exhaled deeply to try and collect her thoughts before she spoke.
"Oh, I'm sure that you're plenty busy, what with running this place from such a fancy office....Someone has been sending out messages. Messages to people about a gathering."
Nyra began slowly walking counterclockwise close to the wall, she kept her eyes locked on the Supreme Commander.
"I...came across...one of these communications by luck, and it piqued my interest. Thought I'd follow it and see what was at the bottom of the Sarlaac pit, so to speak. "
Nyra stopped walking for a moment, her eyes still locked on Nicademus. Her smirk widened into wild grin and she took a few steps towards Nicademus before stopping halfway towards him.
"There's your reason...as for my story, its quite long. I'll try and shorten it as best I can, since you are so busy, after all. My name is Nyra. It's a pleasure to meet you...Supreme Commander was it? Well, I'm just a lone girl who wanders the Galaxy and happens upon Warlords and slices their heads off. It's the simple things, you know? Looking for a party to be a part of, really dig my claws into the flesh of something. I think you get it, you're a man who seems to get things done, or at least appears that way..."
Nyra turned and began walking the clockwise back towards where she started from.
"Skipped out on a few other happenings around the 'Verse, figured I'd finally give it a shot and see if this party turns into a regular old bash."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 13, 2016 22:04:09 GMT -8
Nicademus remained quiet and composed as the visitor spoke her words; speaking of the warlord whose head now decomposed on one of the landing platforms and listening to his communication through a secure and private Imperial channel. A rally call to the remaining loyalists within the universe to return to Imperial Space. The Imperial would wait till Nyra was finished walking one direction than the next before leaning back in his chair. The scenery behind him changed to the image of Harnaidan, the capital of Muunilist and the First Order.
I am not entirely convinced though that you would be an asset to the First Order, Nyra. I have plenty of Dark Side practitioners within my ranks, each with their own purpose and expertise that benefits the First Order and its goals. Tell me what your skills and expertise are.
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jan 13, 2016 22:38:28 GMT -8
Nyra scoffed slightly as Nicademus began to dismiss her, at least from her point of view. She turned back to fully face him and uncrossed her arms, her eyes shifting towards the floor. She shook her head slightly with a smile, and looked back up at the man, her eyes gleaming as she paused to think. She did not like to be rejected, so she started again, trying to remain as calm as she could. As much a she wanted to, Nyra did not think crushing the Supreme Commander of the First Order would be a good way to start. Nyra decided to give him the long answer.
"My training began when I was young. Teachers of different subjects; math, sciences, history. You get the drift.... That's when my previous...master...took me under his wing and began to teach me about the Force. The Jedi came, he killed them. So he tasked me with killing my parents, and then my brother and sister. I spent years with him, learning, adapting to the situations that arose, moving from place to place. Hiding, fighting, scrounging, killing. Killing people who...were less than nothing."
Nyra's eyes glared with anger at the thought of the worthless people she had slain over the years.
"Years of my life were dedicated to following that man where ever he went, taking what I could from him to prepare myself for the moment I would kill him. Years of training to be better than him, to be faster, stronger, and to hone my skills. Until I finally did it and killed him."
Nyra's smirk returned and she crossed her arms once more.
"Give me a saber or a blaster and I'll fight until I'm battered and bloodied, and then I'll keep going. So long as I hold breath I do not stop. I shall fight until I die and who knows? Maybe even after I'm dead I'll keep fighting. Even when I'm down, I do not stay that way for long. I do not quit. Persistence is one of my best traits."
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 13, 2016 23:30:32 GMT -8
Nicademus continued to remain quiet even as Illaria spoke. She should no inclination of halting his actions, but yet, there was an aura of appreciation, of want, of desire that seemed to radiate off of her skin. The Imperial felt her delicate hand take his own where her beauteous lips made contact with the skin upon his palm. There was something different between the pair; only moments ago, there was a game being played between two dominating personalities. One was a disciplined and seasoned individual, a commander of men, a visionary, a leader. The other was capable and alluring dark side practitioner. Within her fingertips, she could bend people to her will. With her looks, she could cause empires to collapse, for men to bend their knee and worship her like a goddess. Yet the game changed almost instantly as a connection was formed... a connection that drew the individuals very close to where they exchanged the first steps of intimacy with the touches of their skin and fingers upon one another.
The Supreme Commander remained quiet as his eyes gazed upon Illaria, hearing the silky and light tone of her voice. In truth, Nicademus was not his usual self. Such a personality that was being witnessed, alone, by the female Ren was a rarity. So rare that, in fact, none before had gotten even close enough to unlock the door that had remained shut for years. Calmly, his hands bare and uncovered, they moved to take her hand into his; a kiss from his own lips gently placed upon her fingers. All the while, eye contact remained steady and firm upon her own alluring hues. His free hand snaked around her slender waist, being planted firmly upon the lower part of her spine as to keep Illaria in place. Yet Nicademus knew she would not even think of moving away, but closer if possible. The silence was broken suddenly though by a low and gentle tone of his voice.It is not that I have been rendered speechless, Illaria... it is that when one gazes upon the greatest forms and the most beautiful works of art, one must show sincere reverence, utmost respect and due admiration with the silence of the void. For sometimes, words cannot be enough. Actions can, in times like this, prove to be even greater than words alone.
The aching tension between Illaria and Nicademus continued to build as time passed them by, anticipation so keen. It was in this moment that, for Illaria, what had previously been only a passing fancy evolved into an attraction that became so much more. The Lady Ren fixed him with her gaze, watching him intently as he remained quiet in his reflection. She had no desire to give him pause in his actions and simply refused to entertain the idea that he was merely playing his own twisted version of this game with her.
Illaria was not quite sure how she suddenly found herself here in this situation. Only moments ago, Nicademus had been downright furious with her and such a charged atmosphere seemed to completely dissipate the moment she dared to reach out and touch him. If she could have such a calming effect on the Supreme Commander of the First Order with even the slightest of touches, that made her wonder at the outcome were she to pursue this even further than she had ever imagined before. Where she once might have commanded and even compelled submission, she no longer wished to see the man that stood before her destroyed, reduced to simply his baser needs. No, she decided. She wanted to experience Nicademus Delvardus as he truly was, whole and untainted by her influence.
The Shapeshifter continued examining him, her silvery gaze unwavering as she wondered at the man standing before her. How could such radically different beings exist within the same body at one point in time? The disciplined and seasoned commander, the strong and capable leader, but also this gentle and reverent man. The romantic that possessed the utmost control, yet even she could sense the lust simmering beneath the calm veneer he concealed himself in. It was then that she understood just how privileged she was to bear witness to this side of the Supreme Commander. Then again, this was never a side of her own self that she had deigned to allow another to witness either.
Just the simple touch of his lips upon her hand was enough to send thrills of desire careening through her and she inhaled sharply at the feel of his hand upon her lower back. His fingers spread across its expanse, and it occurred to her that he might perhaps be claiming her as his own – holding her firmly in place as he was. Every single thought that traversed her mind became superfluous but one. It was precisely like Nicademus said, actions could prove to be even greater than words alone.
With a breathless urgency, she clutched fistfuls of his shirt and drew herself closer to his body before standing on the tips of her toes to tentatively brush her lips against his. Her body radiated heat and a power like no other as she smoldered within his embrace. He had devastated her control, her last barrier of resistance crumbling.
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