Lucius Vasili
The First Order
"Would you like a lesson in the rules of war?"
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Post by Lucius Vasili on May 19, 2022 6:29:08 GMT -8
--It was true. The Diarchy was small and its Navy a fraction in comparison to a faction like the First Order. In theory, they should have but managed to hang on and hold control over a tiny section of the galaxy like most warlords. Yet, they rose to be a power worth paying attention to, especially for the other small orders for instead of quantity, the Diarchy put its attention into quality. From its people to its technology, looking past the adequate and building up all they could to be exceptional, the Diarchy rose and grew. No doubt much in the same way the First Order was able to grow to the size they were. Considering all they controlled, it was likely quantity became a factor in order to keep fleets filled and order maintained, though the exceptional still came in a large quantity itself. Something he was curious to see.
Luciius listened as instructions were given, this meeting with the Emperor now on the cusp of reality. Quietly, the communications officer informed the former Rear-Admiral of coordinates being passed to them, no doubt the location of Star Fleet Command. Once Arcavius was finished, Vasili spoke, ready to bring this conversation to a close. There were things he wished to started before his departure and keeping Nicademus waiting was something he didn't wish to do upon their first meeting, nor did he wish to hold the man from his duties any longer.--
Understood. Coordinates have been received. I shall make depart swiftly. Thank you, sir.
--And with that, the channel was closed as Lucius quickly turned and began to leave the bridge. Passing by the communications officer, Vasili gave the man a quick order.--
"Contact Colonel Viades and have him meet me in the main hangar. Also have my shuttle prepped for immediate departure."
--Standing at attention, the officer gave a salute.--
"Yes, sir!"
--And with that, the man began rely the orders given to him.--
--Continuing on, Vasili approached a man standing near the back of the rear of the bridge and motioned for him to follow. It wasn't until they reached the turbolifts and began their descent that the man spoke--
"Things seem to be going better than anticipated. I wasn't expecting such a reception, despite the fact were of an Imperial nation. DO you think they maybe be luring us into a false sense of security? Seeing if we show signs of ill intent?"
-Lucius nodded.--
"It matters not. We have been given an opportunity unlike any other. I intend to show the full merit of this crew and the fleet they maintain. And if they do have other intentions, which I doubt, we'll be prepared for whatever they throw at us and give them no reason to doubt us. This will be a new beginning for us all, one greater than what we've already gained."
With a ding, the doors of the turbolift opened into the hangar and the pair headed deeper in. Waiting beside Vasili's Theta-class T-2c Shuttle was Colonel Viades, the head man in charge of the ground forces under Lucius. With him and his second-in-commander, Captain Voz, the functions of the daily and military grind were always smooth.
With both standing before him now, he was ready to give his orders. Looking to the captain first, Vasili spoke--
Voz, I want you to start building a fully detailed dossier of all our men and ships and send it to my datapad the moment it is ready. I also want you to send whoever you can to the surface, leaving behind the minimal needed to manage the ships. Allow them a day of rest and enjoyment on the surface with all Coruscant has to offer. Once they return, send those that remained behind to do the same, including yourself. Also have the ships moved away from the hyperspace lanes and the remaining crew on alert. I don't suspect it necessary, but should an enemy arrive, I want the fleet out of harm's way and able to jump away if needed." He then turned to Viades. "Same for you. Dossiers for all the ground forces as well as our ground vehicles and send them to the surface. I want to ensure the First Order understands how diligent we are as well as the full merit of everyone who has served under me. Dismissed."
--With a salute, both men headed out to begin following through on the orders given to them. For the most part, it wouldn't be a terrible task, just a lot of information to pass along. Vasili always wanted to ensure each man received his due for their service and detailed records helped with that.
Boarding his shuttle, the crew began take off procedures as he entered the cockpit and stood over them, watching their actions. Before long, they had lifted off and departed the flagship and made their way to the planet below.-- |
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
Make no mistake, war is coming. With all its glory... and all its horror.
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on May 27, 2022 7:24:58 GMT -8
The VT-49 Decimator, Mephistopheles, exited hyperspace a respectable distance from the planets orbital defenses and fleet. At which point Zariel established communications. This is Inquisitor Zariel, former Executor and Diarch of the Solenbaran Diarchy. I have been invited to your world by the Crown Prince to meet with his father. I await landing clearance and direction to a clear landing platform. Zariel awaited a reply, hating needing yet again to wait on those she considered beneath her. But she continued to remind herself that this was all for survival and to survive meant that revenge could be sought and strength could still be built. And from within such a powerful Empire, she could accumulate a great deal of personal power.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 27, 2022 9:48:55 GMT -8
The VT-49 Decimator, Mephistopheles, exited hyperspace a respectable distance from the planets orbital defenses and fleet. At which point Zariel established communications. This is Inquisitor Zariel, former Executor and Diarch of the Solenbaran Diarchy. I have been invited to your world by the Crown Prince to meet with his father. I await landing clearance and direction to a clear landing platform. Zariel awaited a reply, hating needing yet again to wait on those she considered beneath her. But she continued to remind herself that this was all for survival and to survive meant that revenge could be sought and strength could still be built. And from within such a powerful Empire, she could accumulate a great deal of personal power. =Palace Security= This is Commander Tassalia, Head of Palace Security. His Majesty has been expecting and anticipating your arrival. He invites you to join him in the Throne Room upon your landing. A guard of the 501st Legion will meet you at the landing pad and escort you to the designated meeting area.Nicademus thought it wise that, as a former Diarch, Lady Zariel be granted the full honors of meeting in the focus of power upon Coruscant. After all, the previous emissaries of the Diarchy, including Torkan's relative, had been granted that privilege and honor. Even if she was no longer the leader of a nation, she must still be given due respect.=Tassalia= His Majesty welcomes you to the Imperial capital and hopes that this meeting will be fruitful. Palace Security out. |
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Faina Delvardus
The First Order
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jun 3, 2022 15:00:22 GMT -8
Hunting Trip to Agamar
As Remus maneuvers the Wayfarer to bring it into position to begin it's hyperspace journey, he explains to Mavera, "We will be entering hyperspace and traveling along the Hydian Way for the majority of our trip. Once we're in hyperspace, we'll switch to autopilot, and the ship's computer will take us back into real space when we reach the Eastern Outer Rim so that it can maneuver to bring us to where we'll make the final jump to bring us to Agamar. Once they are in position, Remus points to the levers that will take the ship into hyperspace and tells Mavera with a smile, Those controls there will take us into hyperspace, motioning to them invitingly as he says, If you would do the honors, Miss Nako, we'll get underway."
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Mavera Nako
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Post by Mavera Nako on Jun 5, 2022 22:10:27 GMT -8
Mavera hardly noticed anything happening in the ship as her eyes were fixed out the view port. Her hand relinquished the bag with no resistance. She sat in the seat and buckled in as the ship began to rise. On the last journey she had been in the cargo hold the whole time, no windows or view out. This was new, the sky moving past her moving up and up and then stars. The Witch's eyes were wide as she looked into space for the first time from the cockpit of a ship. The words the young man next to her spoke did hardly registered with her, but eventually her name brought her back to the present. Not having heard what Remus had said at first she simple looked at him, but soon noticed his hand motioning toward the levers on the control panel. It clicked in her mind what he had asked of her. A trembling hand reached up and grabbed hold of the lever. She pushed forward and looked out the window. Somehow her eyes went even wider. The swirling blue of hyperspace had Mavera stunned. I- I couldn't have imagined... She finally spoke. After a few minutes she shook herself free of the trance the azure tunnel had put her in. Turning to Remus again she smiled. Thank you, Remus, and to you as well, Nechama. This has... Opened my eyes to what is truly beyond my simple home of Dathomir.
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Faina Delvardus
The First Order
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jun 7, 2022 11:29:19 GMT -8
Hunting Trip to Agamar
Remus, smiling and lifting his hand to make a shooing motion, tells Mavera, "There is no need to thank us, Miss Nako, and then explains, Now then, we'll switch the ship over to autopilot for the trip through hyperspace, and points to the switch that will accomplish that task, If you'll just flip that switch there, please."
Nechama, who had acknowledged Mavera's thanks with a silent and respectful bow of her head, had then returned her attention to the navicomputer, rechecking the course Remus had set in to see if there are any ways to shave off a few hours travel time by making changes to the course that has been plotted after their first jump has been completed, as the Bruna continues hurtling onwards through hyperspace. . .
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Fiora Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Fiora Ren on Feb 20, 2023 13:57:06 GMT -8
Not long after the Progenitor returned over the Imperial Capital, The Rastreador-class Pursuit Frigate known as the Magistra dropped out of hyperspace with Captain Estoll at the helm. The Comms Officer began relaying the Princesses clearance codes, while the piloting team manoeuvred the Magistra into position over Coruscant. The crew kept a shuttle fuelled and on standby for when Fiora would call upon them to return to her ship
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Harini Bralor
The Mandalorian Assembly
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Post by Harini Bralor on Apr 3, 2023 15:19:24 GMT -8
Once the Kom'rk-class transport, the Muun Orar, has exited hyperspace and reverted to realspace at what its pilot judges to be an adequate distance to ensure Coruscant's orbital defenses won't be alarmed, nor it's traffic controllers required to make any emergency rerouting of present incoming traffic patterns, said pilot opens a comm channel to Coruscant's orbital traffic controllers and says in slightly accented Basic, Control, this is Harini Bralor aboard the Muun Orar requesting clearance to proceed onward to the Imperial Palace to pay Clan Bralor's respects to the Royal Family.
The Muun Orar's co-pilot, Ksenia Itera of House Bralor, waits until Harini has closed the channel before asking in Mando'a with an inquisitively arched eyebrow, ::What about pledging fealty to the heir? Your dad was pretty clear on that part.::
Harini, shrugging a shoulder with a small grin, explains, Ni copad at haa'taylir te jag sol'yc, vod, more or less certain that he father would understand the desire to meet the heir and see what can be ascertained of his character before swearing an oath of fealty to him, especially when it has yet to be learned whether or not the son intends to keep the father's relationship with Clan Bralor intact or unaltered.
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Xarl
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"Hurry to meet death before your place is taken."
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Post by Xarl on Apr 6, 2023 6:06:52 GMT -8
Location: Coruscant's Orbit | Imperial Warship "Veers" | Hangar Bay Sparks showered the pristine metallic deck plates of the hangar as a dagger with a serrated blade, known among the Yuuzhan Vong as a coufee, had its edge ground against a rock. Ssshhhink! Over and over again he stroke the bone dagger's edge against the whetstone, an unnecessary task as the living weapon's body contained power glands that emitted electrical impulses that reorganized the biot's semicrystalline cell structure, creating an edge of unparalleled sharpness. Ssshhhink! Another shower of sparks pelted the glossy black carapace of the warrior's greaves as he continued to hone his coufee's lethality beyond any rhyme or reason, scouring the rigid surface of the molleung worm he was seated upon. The unraveled appendage was attached to a yorik-vec assault cruiser. Something of a misnomer of a name, as the organic transport had a length of only thirty meters, making it roughly the size of a small freighter. The Blood Oath was currently parked on the hangar floor, resting on six segmented spindly carapace armoured legs that served as landing gear, while the molleung worm was utilized as a ramp.Xarl Lah raised the coufee in his right hand and examined his work, his two furiously glowing red mqaaq'it looking for any flaws in the blade but finding none. With a metallic scrape he returned the dagger to its coral scabbard and stood up, towering above most of the stormtroopers and hangar personnel at a height of 6ft 10', most of which was filled out with obscenely large muscles that bulged beneath the jet black layers of vonduun skerr kyrric he wore. If anything the thick crab plate sheathing his brutish figure made the Yuuzhan Vong warrior caste appear even more physically intimidating, as the rigid and unyielding carapace had spine shaped edges that jutted out like sharpened spikes. A cloud of steam hissed from his nose stub, briefly obscuring his corpse pallor completion and scarred face, making those two intense ocular implants appear demonic. Raising two hands that looked like they could have strangled a wookiee without breaking a sweat, he gripped his hairless head on either side, covering his pointed ears before giving his thick neck a comforting crack that echoed across the hangar.In front of the ship, two of Xarl's battle brothers sparred in the open hangar, drawing some looks from the personnel going about their business. They were used to seeing the Yuuzhan Vong by now, they had been among them ever since an act of utter heroism had bound the war party to Roland. At the beginning they had all had their doubts about the human. They were a weak race, far too dependant on their heretical machines, and mostly lacking in faith. Not Roland though, he had proven himself beyond a shadow of a doubt, saving Domain Lah's future generations from a runaway Tank Beast that had threatened to destroy the creche where their young were located. Not only had that act caused the young infidel to be accepted into the ranks of the warrior caste, but he was also made an honorary member of Domain Lah. Xarl and the warriors with him now, had all been witness to those events. Awed by the human's courage and selflessness, they swore a life debt to Roland, he was now the leader of their war party. From that day forth they had decided to follow him, wherever the gods decided, until their spirits returned to Yun-Yuuzhan and their mortal lives were claimed in battle as befitting those who venerated the Slayer God, Yun-Yammka. CRACK! Jet black blood and crooked teeth scattered across the hangar deck as one of the Yuuzhan Vong hammered the other in the jaw, drawing gasps and jeers from the crowd that had formed."Enough." Barked Xarl, his voice like gravel ground under a tanks tread with its rumbling cadence. The two warriors, similarly garbed in crab armour stopped what they were doing. Gorgon Lah draggd the back of one tattooed hand across thin bleeding lips, then prodded another loose tooth with a thick finger before spitting the yellowed enamel bit onto the deck. Barabas Lah, clearly the victor, bared his crooked teeth and raised his muscular arms in victory. That was until another angry look from Xarl brought about some humility in the other warrior. If Roland was there Captain, Xarl was their sergeant. One they looked to for inspiration, the other they somewhat feared. Freeing a bladder-flask attached to his hip, the monstrous subaltern Xarl thrust the full skin into the chest of Barabas. Though startled at first, Barabas accepted the beverage container and brought it to his lips, imbibing sweet narcotic sparkbee honey, a favourite of the warrior caste. Next Xarl's scalding glare rested on Gorgon, blanching his usual corpse pallor complexion as he chafed under the subalterns attention. "Next time do better." It was the only advice Xarl would give as the two other Yuuzhan Vong rested.Like everyone else in the First Order, they had heard about the Emperor's passing. For his part Xarl felt nothing at that loss, he had never met the man and with the exception of Roland, one infidel was much the same as another. Nem had spoken highly of the Emperor, but such praise meant little to them. They were only here for Roland, to support their battle brother and to honour the uncle he had just lost. A fear inspiring scowl from Xarl caused the crowd to disperse, as all of a sudden they found something far more interesting to occupy their attention, far far away from the Yuuzhan Vong with his wilting stare. |
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Nem Yin
The First Order
The dark expanse of the intergalactic void is not as empty as they would have you believe...
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Post by Nem Yin on Apr 12, 2023 10:14:51 GMT -8
Transitioning from the winding corridors of darkspace, the yorik-vec Bleeding Orifice streaked into the system as its dovin basals rapidly decelerated the craft from lightspeed travel. Using the metallic spine like oggzil attachment to the villip choir, the Executor transmitted his clearance codes to Imperial control before making his approach towards the capital where the funeral was in process. The ship entered Coruscant's atmosphere shortly thereafter.
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Lucius Vasili
The First Order
"Would you like a lesson in the rules of war?"
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Post by Lucius Vasili on Apr 13, 2023 6:21:15 GMT -8
Minutes before the Emperor's death was spread through the Empire
--Arriving in orbit above the world of Coruscant, Lucius let his gaze settle upon the world and the ships that protected its inhabitants. It certainly inspired. Still, as much as he would like to linger, he was on a mission and it needed to be taken care of. Looking to the co-pilot, a comm channel was opened.--
Imperial High Command. This is Vice-Admiral Lucius Vasili. We have located the ship that had appeared in First Order space near Dubrillion. As of now, we have detected no threat to the First Order. Part of my fleet is escorting it to the closest shipyard once repairs allow movement as well as keeping eyes out for any suspicious activity. I have with me the current leader of the vessel to speak of the situation that landed him in our space and the current situation at present. I felt it best that his story be shared in person.
--Upon arrival, Lucius had summoned Dice to the cockpit, relaying the message before he'd join them. Once he did, he looked to the Captain.--
"We have arrived at the capital. Unfortunately, it seems you will no be able to meet with the Emperor this day. As much as I know he'd be curious to hear your story, he is currently unavailable." |
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Bhavesh Char
The First Order
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Post by Bhavesh Char on Apr 13, 2023 11:11:38 GMT -8
Imperial Warship "Veers" - Rec Room
Skar'la, is doing a kata with his vibrosword as he and a few other members of Menagerie Squad, a recent addition to Roland Ferrum's eclectic collection of troops, wait for the public address from the Imperial Palace to begin when Rolk-mangir, the squad's heavy weapons specialist, and Zakool, their artillery specialist, enter the room, having just come from the hangar bay after watching a pair of Yuuzhan Vong sparring.
Zakool, a thin, tan skinned Pyn'gani male with short, dark hair and a handlebar mustache, has his hands over his mouth and a disturbed expression on his face as he moans, "Oh, man, I'm not going to get that image out of my head any time soon, bro'. Did you hear the teeth clattering on the floor? Shuddering, he asks, And when he spit out that last tooth? Nightmare fuel, bro'."
Patting Zakool on the back, looking more amused than sympathetic, Rolk-mangir, a burly human male with wavy, shoulder length blonde hair and a full beard that is overdue for a trim, says, "For sure, dude, for sure, before dropping onto one of the lounges and asking Gharzr, one of the squad's riflemen, currently playing dejarik with Balyeg, their slicer, Who's winnin'?"
Moving his Ng'ok to attack Balyeg's Monnok twice, leading to its demise and removal from the board, Gharzr, a square jawed, clean shaven human male with brown, closely cropped hair, grins and answers, "Me, naturally, before telling Balyeg, a gangly Nish with a bushy brown beard resting his chin in his hands as he surveys the circular game board with a worried expression, Your move, guy."
Seggor, Menagerie Squad's leader, a dark skinned Chalactan with dark hair buzzed almost down to his skull, waves his hand at the squad to quiet their chattering as the address from the palace begins, "Keep it down, I want to hear this," moving closer to the viewing screen as the holoprojected image of the Imperial Spokesperson appears and starts her address.
Setting their sabacc cards down to watch the address, Scarpyen - the squad's lone female member and their sniper and pilot, a red haired, pointy eared Morganian - Farlek -a brown haired human male with a perpetually dour expression that serves as the squad's second rifleman - and Shanh - a pale skinned Kage that functions as their second heavy weapons specialist - listen to the address with the rest of their squad.
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Captain Dice, CT-3949
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Post by Captain Dice, CT-3949 on Apr 13, 2023 22:27:56 GMT -8
Minutes before the Emperor's death was spread through the Empire
--Arriving in orbit above the world of Coruscant, Lucius let his gaze settle upon the world and the ships that protected its inhabitants. It certainly inspired. Still, as much as he would like to linger, he was on a mission and it needed to be taken care of. Looking to the co-pilot, a comm channel was opened.--
Imperial High Command. This is Vice-Admiral Lucius Vasili. We have located the ship that had appeared in First Order space near Dubrillion. As of now, we have detected no threat to the First Order. Part of my fleet is escorting it to the closest shipyard once repairs allow movement as well as keeping eyes out for any suspicious activity. I have with me the current leader of the vessel to speak of the situation that landed him in our space and the current situation at present. I felt it best that his story be shared in person.
--Upon arrival, Lucius had summoned Dice to the cockpit, relaying the message before he'd join them. Once he did, he looked to the Captain.--
"We have arrived at the capital. Unfortunately, it seems you will no be able to meet with the Emperor this day. As much as I know he'd be curious to hear your story, he is currently unavailable." Dice scowled behind his helmet. Unavailable? And…”This is Coruscant.” The clone captain looked at the curved horizon of endless silvery skyscrapers, patterns of light carved into its surface by the densest of urban lighting. Neon burned on the surface of the world, holo-projections as tall as the buildings which pierced the sky above. Hundreds of trillions of people lived here, racing about in their hover-vehicles. It was the seat of the Galactic Republic, the monolithic alliance of worlds he was born to serve - and it was gone now. Dice slid off his helmet, the only sound in the shuttle besides beeping and clicking from the console, a small moment of silent grief and anguish. His face, almost the picture-perfect face of a soldier, was distraught and wounded. The clone bar, the Jedi temple, the various villas which he’d visit as General Callyon fought the good fight from the angle of politics and rallying support from the home front - it was probably all gone, swept away by the passing of time and the changing of hands between nations. Republic cruisers and formations didn’t sit above Coruscant, embellished with red and yellow not denote their allegiance. Long, grey Battlecruisers and their small craft seemed to blot out the local sun. It was a nightmare, one that he couldn’t wake up from. Vasili had implied much, said more earlier. Yet now, now it was real, and Dice could hardly stomach it. “How did this happen?” Dice finally managed. “How long?” He paused a moment, trying to keep his fractured and enflamed emotions in check. “What now?” |
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Lucius Vasili
The First Order
"Would you like a lesson in the rules of war?"
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Post by Lucius Vasili on Apr 13, 2023 23:32:08 GMT -8
—Lucius have the soldier plenty of time to reflect as his helmet slipped off his head. He could understand what it meant as a soldier and warrior, to serve and fight and in the blink of an eye, be thrust through time and suddenly lose everything you had. It was almost worst than beginning anew because in this moment, he knew nothing. Everything was unfamiliar to him. All he gave was a somber nod when Dice verified their location.
It was when he finally spoke that Lucius motioned to an empty seat.—
"You may wish to sit. Though I’d prefer this be discussed at High Command, I would say some answers are owed. As to the time, well, over two hundred years have passed since the time of the Clone Wars. If your ship an armor are to be believe, as well as your mention of fighting Separatists droids, that’s when I’d peg your era. Likely caused from making a hyperspace jump while it was damaged. Extraordinarily rare occurrence, yet it is not unheard of. Sadly, the news doesn’t get better for you, I’m afraid. Based on the historical records, the Supreme Chancellor was in fact a Sith Lord who was manipulating both sides of the conflict all to grant him absolute control. The Republic won, but the army that served him were sent to eliminate the Jedi order alongside his new apprentice, Darth Vader. I’m sure you’d be familiar with his Jedi name. Anakin Skywalker. From the moment that happened, the Republic was no more and the Galactic Empire was born. Many variations of Sith, Jedi, Republic, and Empire have come and gone through the ages to what you see before you. Some evil, some misguided, and some who were the embodiment of a proper order. I believe the First Order to be the last of these. After all, while not Jedi or Sith, how many people can say they had both and order of light-siders and dark serving them?"
—He then turned to Dice after gazing at the world before them.—
"No doubt you would question that reality, that it is all a lie. Understandable, yet to better prove this, I’m sure High Command will allow you the chance to look into it yourself. As for what now, that will ultimately be up to you. My advice is to simply gather all the knowledge you can and determine where you belong. It’s all anyone can do." |
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Captain Dice, CT-3949
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Post by Captain Dice, CT-3949 on Apr 16, 2023 21:41:12 GMT -8
Dice listened to Vasili with a pained, but unchanging expression. Finally, he let out a sigh, closing his eyes and pinching the skin around his nose. "Blast," was all he managed for a moment, thinking about his options. He took in a firm breath of air through his nose, steeling himself. I can't break now. I've still got responsibility for the crew. Muster up. "...I'll do whatever I have to do to get my ship fixed and independently owned. If the Republic is gone, then that means the Victores has no navy to report to. Best to handle the license and bureaucracy first. That couldn't have changed much..." he looked to Vasili. "What will I owe you, Vice Admiral? For having my ship repaired, for taking me home. I have to owe you something."
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Apr 17, 2023 18:32:23 GMT -8
The transmission, by Lucius Vasili to Imperial High Command, was not met with the usual protocol. Instead, a program overrode the transmitter and caused the holoprojector to flare to life. The emblem of the First Order circled before both Captain Dice and the Vice-Admiral. A few seconds later, a female's voice was heard.
=Transmission=
This a priority message to all senior officers of the Imperial Military.
There was a pause before the transmission continued.
=Transmission=
Less than twenty-four hours ago, our Emperor, Nicademus Delvardus, passed away. His death was declared by the staff who provided the medical attention to our late leader. With his death, a week long period of mourning will be announced tomorrow with the funeral of the late Emperor and the elevation of his successor to occur at the end of the seven day period. It is mandatory for all senior officers to attend, in person, or via holotransmission. This transmission will repeat in one hour.
The transmission ended afterward, causing the emblem of the First order to vanish. Seconds later, a different transmission came in, one from Imperial High Command. Admiral Julian Arcavius, an elderly statesman among the Imperial elite, was available at this time and so the request of the Vice-Admiral was relayed to him in his office. Many knew that the Admiral was a long time comrade of the late Emperor and his death would strike him like he had lost a brother.
=Julian Arcavius=
Vice-Admiral Vasili, your request could not have come at a worst time. I would hate to have your colleague wait longer than usual, but protocol must be followed in light of His Majesty's death. I will relay the message to the Imperial Palace, when appropriate, to ensure the Crown Prince is made aware. In the mean time, I will personally authorize that your guest be given access to ample recreational and rest time.
It was going to be a mess in the coming days as the regime changed from one leader to the next. This was typical of any major governmental change. New faces would rise, old faces would retire, regulations adjusted and governance re-affirmed under the successor. It would be a bit of time before things would be settled and the audience made available.
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Lucius Vasili
The First Order
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Post by Lucius Vasili on Apr 20, 2023 6:39:53 GMT -8
--Lucius glanced down at Dice before returning his gaze to the view of the planet. While there might have been some alterations throughout time, as far as the Vice-Admiral knew, it remained the bustling city it always had been. The central hub of the galaxy. He waited in silence as the soldier processed what had been stated, curious as to the response. But after a few minutes of quiet, a sigh and a single word was all that could be said. There was no telling what all was going through Dice's mind. Lucius didn't even doubt that in the end, nothing was processing and it was merely words that needed time to sink in. All that could be done was accept reality and move on. But whatever was going on in his mind, Vasili could already tell the strength Dice had in holding himself together.
When he asked what was owed for bringing him here and ensuring his ship made it to a shipyard and received repairs, Lucius gave a small shake of his head.--
"Nothing is owed. At least not to me. I merely did my duty to access a situation, determine hostility, and provide aid when none was detected. Still, if there is anything that could be done, I would say take some time and understand the First Order and think about possibly joining us."
--It was all the Vice-Admiral could get out before the transmission came through. He listened, his head dropping slightly as he felt his gut grow heavy. So that was what came to pass. It was a strange thing to grasp. It had only been a few months but the man appeared strong and in good health. Maybe a bit tired, but otherwise fine. It was a shame, to be sure. He had only served the First Order and the Emperor for a few shorts months since he left the collapsed Diarchy, but Nicademus had been a man he was proud to follow.
It wasn't but a moment after the transmission ended that High Command responded. He understood. It wasn't ideal, but fate wasn't going to be so kind in any regard. Taking a deep breath, he responded--
I just heard the transmission, Admiral. It is indeed the worst of time. The Empire has lost a great man this day. I will personally ensure my guest is comfortable until we are called in. Thank you.
--Closing the channel, he turned to Dice.--
"I'm sorry about this. I'm sure you want to get this over with, but protocols are protocols. But perhaps it is for the best. GIve you and your men a chance to recoup after your experience and have a chance to settle a bit and acquaint yourselves with Coruscant and the galaxy as it stands before going into this meeting. Say the word and I can let my men know that your men are to be granted a ride here while the ship is repaired. All of you are in need or rest." |
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Captain Dice, CT-3949
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Post by Captain Dice, CT-3949 on Apr 21, 2023 22:22:13 GMT -8
Dice nodded to the offer. "That sounds...for the best. Please, bring the rest of my men here. They should all know the protocol for this sort of shore leave. I'll check out any holo-archives I can get ahold of, and maybe work on that vessel ownership license. See the sights, and all that. Thank you again, Vice Admiral Vasili. Its been a pleasure...well, at least much as circumstances allow." He extended his hand to shake the First Order officer. He hoped, despite the vice admiral's overall stiff approach, he'd permit the one gesture.
Acklay let out a small sigh, not sure how to think about the situation himself. Dice wondered how he was feeling, how all the other clones would feel. The captain knew the Galactic Alliance, the successors of the Republic, were still kicking, and that the First Order had 'destroyed' them. Whatever that meant, in the end, it seemed he had a few choices, regardless of if Vasili took his hand or how his trip to Coruscant went. He had a hard time believing his spiel about the First Order, but he believed Vasili believed it. It wasn't like the Separatists, where most people he met on the other end of the war were crooks, tactical battle droids or horrible people trying to profit off war.
He knew there were plenty of normal people who supported the Separatist cause - the Republic wasn't perfect. Dice wasn't the only clone to realize the irony of what the clones were - slave soldiers, meant to fight and die for a government built on the principles of individualism, free will and democracy. It wasn't like the clone army was the only fighting force the Republic had, and without the clones they surely would've raised a great army of conscripts to crush the Separatists in the end anyway.
What did it matter, two hundred years down the line, if the Republic were hypocrites or just in their use of the clones? If the Separatists had ideals that would've benefitted the galaxy better than the Republic's aged and moth-bitten laws, if the Outer Rim Sieges did more harm than good, or if the Republic was bound for collapse one way or the other, and the Clone Wars was one of a dozen possible conclusions to the problems which ate away at its soul. They were played, both sides. He never had much of an opinion on Chancellor Palpatine, but he never once suspected the old man to be a Sith lord. Much less material for galactic emperor.
He didn't know what to think about the recent emperor's passing, either. He had only just gotten here, and the regent of the galaxy had just died. A pity, given the fact that he was probably one of the few people who could handwave all Dice's problems. Being galactic emperor did that, probably. He didn't know enough about the guy - or anything, really - to say much on the part of his character. Maybe he wasn't the only one who came out of hyperspace a few centuries late, and that's who killed the emperor. Couldn't rule out any possibilities at this point. Odds were though, that whatever happened here was beyond his paygrade. Dice, even as a captain in the Grand Army of the Republic, wasn't privy to the large-scale politics and myth-making people like General Kenobi and Skywalker partook in on the daily. Nor did he want to be.
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Lucius Vasili
The First Order
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Post by Lucius Vasili on May 4, 2023 2:27:16 GMT -8
—Lucius nodded before raising a commlink to his ear. He had thought of dropping off the captain and his men before alerting his own captain of the situation to have Dice’s men brought in. However, he decided it was best to give the clone commander some peace of mind in hearing the order given.—
Captain, I’m sure you’ve heard the news? Yes, we just arrived when the broadcast went out. Unfortunately, our meeting is put on hold until the new Emperor is coronated and he gets the chance to see Captain Dice. Until that that, once you get the Victores into safe harbor, ensure the entire crew is gathered up and brought to Coruscant along with the fleet. I want Task Force Kingsword standing by in orbit. Ensure they know to contact their commander for further information and orders.
—From there, nothing more was said as the shuttle pressed further into the atmosphere. This was a tension and unusual time for all parties within the cockpit. He, himself, was curious how the meeting would go, how Dice would finally respond to the information give. Once he had time to process it all. But one thing he was certain of was that even if Dice thought everything Lucius said was a lie, the unavoidable truth was what existed in front of him. Coruscant in control of someone other than the Galactic Republic. That was truthfully all the knowledge one needed to know to realize this wasn’t the galaxy they knew. And because of that, a new truth would slowly be revealed. Dice and his men were no longer soldiers and possible "slaves" to an order’s whims. They were free, free to choose for themselves what they wanted to do moving forward and able to swear an honest to Force loyalty to that path without being born into that expectation.
As they pressed down to the planet, deep down, Lucius hoped subconsciously that the man understood that reality above all else.— |
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jun 11, 2023 4:16:26 GMT -8
Rapidly decelerating from lightspeed as the swirling blue bands of hyperspace gave way to the star speckled tapestry of realspace, an Amphibious Interstellar Assault Transport/infantry entered the system, falling in with regular civilian traffic as it headed to the bright overpopulated galactic capital of Coruscant. Its transponder designation was the Bad Bantha, registered as a merchant vessel belonging DragCorp Industries, a company renowned for its charitable ventures. Seated in the cracked leather of the pilot's chair, the blind little bear known as Lil'Havok gently guided the crimson coloured gunship along a designated route. While it was unclear how the milky eyed ewok was able to fly so effectively given his visual impairment, he did so flawlessly, keeping their flight smooth so that the Scaled Scourge slumbering in his quarters did not so much as feel an unwelcome bump or vibration. Seated in the co-pilots chair, the black scaled barabel's verminous assistant Squeakers arranged for landing permission in the Galactic City at a private landing pad. Credits were exchanged, a rather exorbitant amount to belay the hounds of customs, assuring a smooth transition to the surface.A knock at Dragus' personal cabin awoke the sleeping saurian who was having a rather pleasant spice induced hallucination where he was frolicking amongst the celestial descendants enjoying a scrumptious picnic. One blood red eye snapped open, its glossy black scaled lid retreating so the slit iris in its centre could peer around the gloom of his quarters. Growling in irritation, He-Who-Hungers rose from the duracrete slab he used as a bed and slid his scaled feet onto the floor, scraping the deck with curved obsidian toe talons. His claws smoothed over his crocodilian snout, brushing the amethyst gem of the rakatan ocular implant set in his left eye. He exhaled a hot breath of sour air, misting the bed with crimson flecks as the forest of sharpened incisors that filled his fanged maw sliced his gums, staining his sheets with precious vitae. Finding his saber-cane resting beside his night-stand, he rested his left palm on the ruby red meltmassif orb capping the ornate walking stick and rose from his bed in a series of sinuous pops and cracks as his bones shifted beneath his scales. With a groan he crossed the room towards his closet wardrobe.What to wear, what to wear...hmmm? He supposed the mustafarian sheik he had become accustomed to these last few weeks since departing Otherspace would be unsuitable for the streets of posh Coruscant, as would his black rishii feather cloak that he wore with some frequency.Desiring to be incognito, he selected a simple brown travelers cloak with a matching hued reek leather belt, then donned the modest garments. With the hood pulled up over his scaled head, only the end of his snout protruded, concealing the rest of his features in shadow swathed darkness. Reaching down to the floor he scooped up his satchel of alchemical supplies and looped it over his neck and chest so that it hung down against his left hip. Satisfied, he switched his polished saber-cane into his right claw and opened the door. Standing just outside his room was a broad chested ewok with chestnut fur and a worn leather patch over one empty eye socket. Dragus patted Lil'Bacca on the head as he exited his room and made for the cockpit. Along the way they passed the emaciated charcoal coloured Lil'Mort, who appeared to be sharpening the edge of a crude stone knife against a rock. Stopping at the pantry along the way, the Dark Apothecary prepared himself a Mustafarian milkshake before ascending to the upper deck. He sipped brimstone flavoured frozen blood through a metal straw as he entered the cockpit, leaning over Squeakers and Lil'Havok as he peered out the viewport."Ah, Corussscant. A charming locale I haven't visssited in the better part of a decade." His lips peeled back into a venomous smile, stretching impossibly beyond the borders of his scaled visage. His forked tongue ran across his lips, sopping up the hot salivation that spilled from between his gleaming razor sharp teeth. "Be on your bessst behaviour while we visssit, thiz world iz not like Pzob. It haz lawz."Swiveling in his seat, the scabrous rodent known as Squeakers spoke in near-indecipherable fast paced rat-speech, eliciting a senseless series of squeaks and squeals that the Famine Lord seemed to have no trouble comprehending."Excellent quessstion, Squeakerz. Basssed on the Holo-Newz reportz, we're beyond fashionably late for dear Nicademus'z funeral, but I ssstill would like to confirm hiz death with my own etheric sensez." The amethyst gem set in his left eye flared with purple radiance. "I met him once. Did you know that? Delightful fellow, for a human." He looked over his shoulder at the one eyed bear creeping up behind him. "You were there for that az well, I believe, Lil'Bacca." He nodded, then lifted a claw and scraped at the scales of his chin at the bottom of his snout. "I sssuppose you could sssay that iz where thiz all began. A plan a decade in the making. Well, bessst not dally."Lil'Havok nodded his furry head, then maneuvered the transport down towards the surface along standard civilian flows of traffic once clearance was given.
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