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Dante Calgar

Dante Calgar

Member Since 03 May 2017
Offline Last Active Dec 14 2018 09:37 PM
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In Topic: Aeternum I: Prelude to Foundation | Invite

07 December 2018 - 09:53 AM

His curiosity was piqued. Despite their close working relationship it wasn't often their conversations had such a hushed demeanor about them. As he listened he could feel his heartbeat ticking up. There may not have been listening devices of his in the Office of the Grand Moff but what of Sieger? The man's mysticism had more than once caught the Moff by surprise. Whether it was foresight or the Supreme Leader's uncanny ability to sway the masses despite his absence from the public eye, Minister Calgar put nothing outside the realm of possibility where Sieger was involved. It was Sieger in fact who had put him in this office, an appointment. Another indication that this conversation the two present were about to have was something dangerous, the use of his first name. Though the two worked closely, neither had dared to breach the rigid constructs of professionalism. At least, not truly. It was 'Your Excellency' this, 'Moff Calgar' that. His attention was drawn.

 

A man of near persistent suspicion, it took Dante a moment to flip through all the possibilities as to why it was he who had appeared to garner the Grand Moff's trust. Upon his conclusion there were only a handful of reasons why she might have. None as ominous as his latent paranoia might suggest. It was thus with a silent nod he shifted in his seat. Almost hedged in as he was the Grand Moff now stood above him. Dante met her gaze, eyes searching for any clue, any hint as to what her motivations were. Often it was in the eyes that gave away any subterfuge, a dilation of the pupils, the subtle twitch of the eye. As he pondered the deep coffee hue of her eyes he saw no deception - and in that moment he knew she spoke the truth. "You have my word." Relaxing, Dante crossed his legs in front of him as he rest his fingertips against each other. "So, Ms. Fortan. What is this idea of yours?"

 

Natasi Fortan


In Topic: Aeternum I: Prelude to Foundation | Invite

03 December 2018 - 11:43 PM

Dante paused mid stride, attention turning to the familiar voice of Natasi Fortan. "Minister Calgar, would you hang back a few minutes?" A silent nod was aimed in response as he suppressed a smirk at her quick quip towards Camille Temple. Dante Calgar had clawed his way up the chain, long nights and uncomfortable conversations driving him further upward and eventually into the Grand Moff's good graces. At least, that's how it appeared. Appointed Minister of Security by Sieger Ren himself, the bond had taken time to grow between he and the Grand Moff. Perhaps she had viewed him as a threat, an indication of the Supreme Leader's doubt in her ability to get the job done - and maybe it was. At first. Now the two worked in tandem, often able to anticipate each other's moves. This time however, had he not been such a proficient actor, might have stared blankly at the woman. Nine times out of ten a memo would have sufficed, but an invitation to stay behind. *What is she cooking up now?* he wondered.

 

"After you, your excellency." He motioned towards the door. Staying close on her heels, Dante scanned their surroundings as they passed through. Familiar faces greeted him with every desk they passed, though not by acquaintance. The minister had gone through each and every one of their personnel files at one point or another - when it had seemed as if the two would be enemies rather than cohorts. Today was a different day however, as they entered the Grand Moff's Study he veiled a curious expression. The design was rather... antiquated. Not that there was anything wrong with that but it spoke to Natasi's nostalgia, or perhaps a touch of Galidraan of her youth. The pair of chairs settled before an active fireplace sold the facade, had Dante ever been to Galidraan he might have thought they'd been transported across the galaxy in a matter of seconds. "Certainly." he replied in the affirmative, softly stepping across the wooden floor towards one of the chairs.

 

The leather was comfortable, no doubt of the finest quality. For a moment Calgar felt incomplete without a smoking jacket and a cigar in hand but the thought was brushed aside as the Moff inquired as to his thoughts. The question she posed was a difficult one, one he'd understood very little of if truth was to be told - and yet, he hadn't been paid to have an opinion, merely to carry out the duties of his station forcefully and effectively. He had done so to date. To be questioned by the Grand Moff of all people sent a twinge of suspicion down his spine. "That, your excellency, is a complex question. Are you sure you wanna hear the answer?" For a split second the posh Imperial accent disappeared, hinting at an Outer Rim drawl. By far it wasn't the first time Dante had been genuine with the Grand Moff but perhaps the first time he'd begun to truly let down his guard. As a man of his nature it was almost a shock, even to him. He took a breath before resting into the back of the chair, crossing his legs. Looking towards the Grand Moff, he made a subtle motion with his hand, silently questioning the security of the room. Eyes traced along the ceiling, finger pointing at his ear as he did so. If there were bugs in here, they weren't the Security Bureau's. Dante had a brass streak but even he wasn't bold enough to cross that line.

 

Natasi Fortan


In Topic: The Way It Has To Be | First Order

24 November 2018 - 07:51 PM

If his jaw could have been clenched tighter the Moff was liable to begin loosing teeth. Minister Calgar had seen the reports, the statistics, all in all an abysmal showing. If they couldn't protect their own embassies what business did they have maintaining them in the first place? Added atop their failure at Skor II, a backwater refuse planet, it was a decided failure to enforce bold claims - and now they needed to walk them back. It was all he could do but sneer as the Grand Moff's words lighted upon his ears. Perhaps this change in philosophy would see more focus on the interior security of the First Order - more funding for some of his projects. Before he could consider further what this change of pace would mean Grand Moff Fortan's words were directed at him. Eyes meeting the cold gaze of Natasi's, he hung on every word. As each reached his ear in turn, the corners of his lips turned upwards. *Power. She had just granted him nigh immeasurable power, even if she didn't realize it yet.* The two had come a long way in terms of their relationship. There was a competition of sorts there certainly but it had gone from an antagonistic one to a respectful one. At least, that's the way he saw it.

 

"As you command your excellency. With pleasure." he noted as she reached a natural pause. Already he was itching to begin they day's work. The following few weeks would be telling, as for how to coordinate Dante hadn't a clue. The Supreme Commander had his orders and the Minister had his, though if they could coordinate their actions... Ideas had already begun to brew. A nod of affirmation and a sparkle in his eye were directed towards the woman. Governing an empire such as this wasn't an easy job and in his mind she'd come a long way since their first meeting. She had his full and unwavering support.

 

Natasi Fortan

 

 


In Topic: And To The Victor Goes The Spoils | First Order Dominion of Sullust

05 November 2018 - 10:36 AM

The official atmosphere quickly deteriorated - much to the Moff's relief. The Colonel spoke candidly and he appreciated the raw feedback compared to the often more present silver tongued finagling done in the Council. Content to follow in the military man's stead, Dante motioned with a gloved hand to the small cadre of soldiers under his own command. Taking up position at the rear they fell into step quickly. The Moff's eyes feasted on the underground metropolis. If you could call it that. By and large it looked like any other city sans the underground enclosure. *Claustrophobic.*

 

As their steps progressed the conversation took a turn, a less than subtle vehemence emanating from the Colonel as he spoke. “And should things get hairy, start supporting these damned... things.”. A perplexed frown stretched across his thin lips. An expression which seemed to become more and more permanent as time went on. With a bite of his own he responded.

 

"Colonel. I suspect you already know this, but the processing and integration of this planet's native population falls solely under the civilian sector's purview. Your presence here is circumstantial at best and while the First Order requires your services in regards to the induction of this planet to the fold it's people will become citizens of our empire." He took a breath. "As to resources - you aren't blind. Sullust is more than the sum of its parts, its resources. Sullust is a hard won symbol of Imperial dominance in the region. Wholesale oppression of its indigenous people is going to be a non-starter with the council however the planet's military importance can perhaps be... inflated. Plans exist for this world, beyond the ambitions of retribution on these people. Don't mistake my meaning, there will be retribution. Calculated retribution."

 

 

Konstantin Makarev


In Topic: And To The Victor Goes The Spoils | First Order Dominion of Sullust

26 October 2018 - 03:49 PM

The lift had deposited them at what appeared to be a transportation hub of some sort, a wide street just at the edge of view as the durasteel doors slid open. As the Task Force's response came through Dante ran his tongue along his teeth. He could practically taste the sulfur as he and the rest of the entourage made for the center of the wide avenue. Ahead he could see the shimmering alabaster of First Order stormtrooper armor, led by a suit - a uniform not terribly unlike his own but rather than the trappings of a Moff it was decidedly a Colonel's. A gloved hand raised in greeting as Dante closed the difference. "Colonel. I love what you've... done with the place." A sly smirk creased the Moff's features. "I assume the registration of our newest denizens is going well?"

 

There was a distinct lack of blaster fire, explosions, riotous mobs... Dante had become all too familiar with the after action reports detailing the violent resistance encountered upon Skor II - something he was thankful not to repeat here. No, Sullust had seen the vacancy of the Alliance for some time. Enough time that it was his conclusion that the Coalition had deemed it inconsequential. The Order was all too happy to gobble up the industrial rich world.

 

Konstantin Makarev