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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Sept 5, 2017 16:12:05 GMT -8
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Post by Angela Ziegler on Sept 5, 2017 17:48:22 GMT -8
The design of the room was made to suit Angela's refined tastes. She enjoys the ultramodern theme when it comes to making rooms, hence the palette. The room itself is a semicircular space with inlaid mirrors and along the circumference are various rooms that branch off from the space. (Keep in mind that this central room serves as her office, as she prioritizes work above all else). Along the floor and the ceiling are various shapes made up of lights embedded into the floor, that make this a very well-lit space. However, this serves not only as Angela's office, but as her residence. Hence, off to the side, in order of succession we have; A small entertainment space where she would sit with guests, a bedroom, a dining room, a lounge, and an entrance area.
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Post by Angela Ziegler on Sept 12, 2017 18:20:26 GMT -8
AIDA bustled about, as there was much to be done. She knew very well about how Angela was staunch about having everything just so, and so, as her assistant, it was her job to see that everything was the way Angela wanted. She streaked about the room, filing entire hard drives of information into various larger hard drives, which in turn were hooked up to the central computer. She also filed away the blueprints for the Vestige Station. She also got the transmitter prepared so she could tell the fleet it was safe to come out of hyperspace. She also noticed a small disk labeled "Photos". Knowing that this was Angela's personal belonging, she put it on her bedside table and continued the working.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Sept 20, 2017 16:25:52 GMT -8
The doorway to the Medical Director's office hisses as a group of black armored Stormtroopers walk in. They move to the side, after ensuring the room was secure, allowing the Supreme Commander himself to walk in. Nicademus looks around at the furnishings and layout of the facility... this seemed to have cost quite a bit. He could only imagine what the bill to the First Order's treasury was for this. The Imperial remains by the entryway, keeping an eye out for now as he wondered if Angela was around.
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Post by Angela Ziegler on Sept 21, 2017 19:00:18 GMT -8
Angela stepped into the entryway, dressed in her skin-tight jumpsuit complete with her wings and noticed Nicademus standing with his group of stormtroopers. She addressed their presence.
”Oh! Hello Nicademus. What brings you to my office. Is there something I can do for you?”
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Sept 22, 2017 6:48:57 GMT -8
Some of the Stormtroopers visibly stiffened, not even the Field Marshal, the brother of Nicademus, dared to call their Supreme Commander by his first name. It made them feel a bit uncertain about the Imperial's reaction. However, Nicademus was willing to forgive it. Angela was not used to the rigid society and command structure that was the First Order, let alone any military. He steps forward, moving out from among his Stormtroopers to look plainly at Angela.
I believe you had once suggested that we talk when you first arrived. I have some time available, so I thought I come and see if you still wanted to talk. So, with what little time I have, shall we talk?
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Post by Angela Ziegler on Sept 22, 2017 20:22:04 GMT -8
She blushed a bit after noticing the stormtroopers stiffen, for she knew she had made an error. However, she payed it little mind. It was not likely that Nicademus would hold her guilty of such a crime. Turning her attention off the stormtroopers and onto Nicademus, she began to speak again.
”Well, what I meant was that we I wish to know about this significant other. Since I have known you for a while, I was just curious as to who exactly you chose. I didn’t mean to pry, so if you don’t want to answer then I am perfectly fine. I also wanted to know a bit more about this First Irder of yours.”
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 4, 2017 18:51:40 GMT -8
Illaria...
Nicademus smiles softly at that name, making him look away from Angela for a moment.
Its quite the story to tell, Angela. Started off with her being rude to me, then her colleague, Soku Ren, sent her to apologize. And the rest is history from there. I learned she was pregnant in the aftermath of the Battle of Dantooine.
He exhales deeply, reflecting on those times for awhile. Then the Supreme Commander turns back to Angela.
You wish to know more of the First Order, you say? Well ask away then and I will answer.
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Post by Angela Ziegler on Oct 7, 2017 7:58:05 GMT -8
Angela mused over the whole business with Illaria. Reminded her a bit of how her mother met her father... but there was no need for her to uncover those happy memories again. Things had changed since then, almost to a degree that made the galaxy unrecognizable. She bit her lip slightly, before running her hand over the smooth surface of her desk. Turning her attention to the second part of the question, she looked directly at the Supreme Commander.
”Well, admittedly, I can’t resist a good history tale, so I was simply wondering about how the First Order was formed. What ideal was it built upon? What is it today?”
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 19, 2017 8:19:12 GMT -8
The First Order was built from the remnants of this galaxy's recent reincarnation of the Galactic Empire. A nation that I inherited after its founder's sudden and mysterious departure. A nation that was dying at its core and corrupted without any cure... I had no choice but to dissolve what remained of it and take loyal forces to the Outer Rim.
It had been a long and trying exodus, for many Imperial forces had simply abandoned the ship, led by Nicademus and sought their own domains to create. A number of these warlords had been encountered in the Outer Rim and recent incursions into Coreward territories. All of them smashed under the boot of the discipline and righteous cause of the First Order. The Imperial sits down in a chair, knowing this would take some time to fully explain.
Muunilinst was the prime target of our exodus as it had ravaged and plundered thorough by a band of Mandalorians. We imposed order and structure upon the planet, only to agitate the beehive that was the InterGalactic Banking Clan... they retaliated, the fools they were to try. Now they are nothing and those traitors serve as slaves on Mygeeto for their crimes against this nation.
The will of Nicademus had changed over time from when it first began as Head of State for the Imperial Remnant, to the Galactic Emperor and now Supreme Commander of the First Order. He stamped out treason, crushed dissidents, and hammered rebels to extinction... all in the hopes of bringing order to the galaxy, his vision of order. A vision shared by his senior staff, his commanders, the Knights of Ren and many others.
Now we have war. War on many fronts... we conquered the Unknown Region, secured the Imperial Sector, captured vital trade routes and systems and expanded into the Core regions. The First Order has offered many worlds security, prosperity and purpose once more. The Republic and the Jedi failed and we shall rise to replace them and succeed where they ultimately failed.
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