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Dante Calgar

Dante Calgar

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#1889054 Aeternum I: Prelude to Foundation | Invite

Posted by Dante Calgar on 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

#1885081 The Way It Has To Be | First Order

Posted by Dante Calgar on 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



#1878429 And To The Victor Goes The Spoils | First Order Dominion of Sullust

Posted by Dante Calgar on 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

#1875183 And To The Victor Goes The Spoils | First Order Dominion of Sullust

Posted by Dante Calgar on 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



#1874184 And To The Victor Goes The Spoils | First Order Dominion of Sullust

Posted by Dante Calgar on 23 October 2018 - 12:01 PM

Errant thoughts ran unhindered through Moff Calgar's mind as he blankly stared at his closed fist. Moving each finger slowly it was almost as if he was looking through his hand entirely. The First Order had been at war as long as he could remember. First against the Galactic Alliance and their comrades in arms. Foreign governments, rag-tag groups of poor and battered patriots. *We'll afford them the opportunity to make themselves martyrs.* A cold vacant stare into the void punctuated the Minister of Security's internal monologue. Aboard the FIV Hammerheart, the Minister had come to personally oversee the addition of the industrial world to the Order's rapidly growing portfolio.


A voice drew him from his thoughts, the familiar sound of a comm ping only just preceeding. "Minister Calgar, we've been instructed to prepare a shuttle. You're to join a Colonel Makarev on the ground. Seems they want to begin the sequestration immediately." The affirmation of their orders came by way of a twitch at the corner of his lips, a soft response issued. "Alright, alright, alright..."




What little resistance they had encountered during their initial arrival had been washed away, debris still lingering in orbit but nothing that wouldn't bounce harmlessly off the hull of the shuttle. Not long after boarding they were already landing on the surface of the molten planet. Dante's entourage consisted of an unconventional mix of First Order staff. A few geologists, a couple of FOSB operatives, a small cadre of medical personnel, and perhaps most surprisingly of all - an escort of two TIE pilots, famed officers belonging to the First Legion. Fortan's Fist. Elsewhere upon the surface the geologists had identified a stable section of ground and marked it. What for they hadn't said but Dante knew. This was a planet steeped in precious metals, endless potential for production, a crucial element in maintaining the superiority of the First Order's war machine.

*Now to business.* With a final tug on the straps of his environmental gear they stepped off. A few minutes later they could see a bunker of sorts - more likely an elevator hub to the city below. Dante found it interesting. The Sullustans had managed to adapt to life on this barren waste - not only survive but thrive. If the First Order were to assume control of the planet things would change... drastically. In part due to an overall shift in philosophy but also at his hand. Plans had been set in motion. With a final glance at the smoke filled horizon of Sullust the elevator doors closed and they began their descent towards Y'Bishi. With a thought towards safety, Dante keyed up his comm. If the scanners weren't wrong their entourage was coming down almost on top of the Colonel.


:: Harlot One to Task Force Four One Four. We are descending to your position. How copy? ::


Konstantin Makarev

#1850024 Settling Down to Settle Up the Skor | First Order

Posted by Dante Calgar on 24 August 2018 - 11:40 AM

Dante's usually aggressive demeanor was sorely absent. Even as the conversation veered violently to the left he seemed unperturbed, instead his eyes searched through the data displayed on his datapad. He'd had little time to compile his own personal report on the subject matter but as he paged through the data a thought began to form at the edge of his mind. Page after page saw them realized, eyes darting up at the near hostile situation beginning to unfold before him. Months ago he might have asked the same question voiced by the Director but time had tempered his posture. As he paused to let the situation resolve itself he cast a wayward glance at the Grand Moff.


It was strange, seeing her so casually situated. For a moment Dante forgot what he had been about to say, biting the inside of his cheek as he struggled to find the words. Diverting his eyes back to the room at large, he cleared his throat.


"I'm sure that Lady Fortan has not erred in her judgement of of us - I might suggest that we stay on topic. To that end.."


Dante rose from his position on the lounge, his eyes darting from one to the next.


"In addition to what the Grand Admiral has put forward, it is important to note another anomaly in the forces utilized against the Concordia specifically." It almost felt wrong saying the vessel's name - she'd been subjected to quite the beating. "These here.." a holoprojection of a vessel appeared as Dante set his datapad on the small table. "..Are of obvious Mandalorian design. Not only this, but energy readouts captured as the vessels made their attack run are consistent with what we've identified as a MandalArms product known as a Ramship. Whether by design or circumstance, these vessels aren't a readily available product."


Dante let the image linger for a moment before picking up again.


"I think it's time we had a chat with MandalArms. We get the Mandalorians to subpoena their sales records, manufacturing records. The evidence is pretty damning - I see no reason why we shouldn't be able to lean on them to get them."


Natasi Fortan | The Major | Robogeber | Morro | Madelyn Lowe

#1846156 NPTRG Mk. I - Neutrino Pulse Transmitter Receiver Group

Posted by Dante Calgar on 16 August 2018 - 03:20 PM



  • Manufacturer: The First Order
  • Affiliation: The First Order
  • Model: NPTRG Mk I.
  • Modularity: No
  • Production: Minor

  • Material: Alusteel, Durasteel, Electronics Components, EMI Insulation, Hiridiu Crystals


  • Jamming Resilient
  • Battlespace Positioning System
  • High Speed Data Processing
  • Ability to Transmit Through Solid Matter
  • Increased Transmission Strength due to Crystals


  • Resistant to Signal Jamming:
    • Using particle based transmission exempts the NPTRG from signal based jamming attempts, giving it a tactical edge in traditionally jammed environments. This also allows the equipped party to jam all standard communications frequencies and still be able to communicate.
  • Natural Encryption
    • Neutrinos naturally change between three identified "States" or "Flavors" over distance. Using this cyclic change of properties coupled with an proprietary cipher, even if the data was to be intercepted or read it would require both that the transmission was received at the target distance from the transmitter as well as decoded via the proprietary cipher.
  • High Speed Processing of Data
    • Perhaps one of the most impressive features of the NPTRG system is its capability to process data at an extremely rapid rate allowing for the neutrino pulses to be transmitted over the space of microseconds. Able to receive and read the input data and process it into an audible or text format, the NPTRG is able to synthesize sound that accurately imitates the same sound as the transmitter's voice - encouraging seamless communication and recognition between ships and their Captains.
  • Ability to Transmit through Solid Matter
    • Neutrinos as defined are near-massless. Because of this, they are able to pass through most solid matter without much of a change in impedance and are largely unaffected by gravity. Because of the Neutrino's ability to pass through most solid matter, transmissions can happen even if two vessels are on opposite sides of a planet, eliminating the need for for a relay. Likewise, the signal cannot be blocked simply by putting an object (Like a space vessel) in between the transmitter and the receiver.


  • Delicate Enclosure
    • The first model of its kind, the NPTRG Mk I wasn't created with the intent of being physically resilient. Susceptible to kinetic damage, it relies on its parent vessel or facility's shields to protect it from harm. It wouldn't even take a space rock to knock this out of commission or damage it, as little as a trooper armed with a bat could deal some serious damage to the transmitter or receiver of the system. Because of the unique construction and function of the NPTRG, not just any transmitter will work - it must be a specialized Neutrino Pulse Transmitter. Likewise if the receiver is damaged, no standardized sensors or receivers will be able to retrieve and translate the message as it is not a signal based communication but a particle based communication.
  • Cannot travel at FTL Speeds (System to System Communication is slow)
    • Unable to travel much faster than the speed of light, it can take hours, days, or weeks to transmit outside of a system. Typically the NPTRG is utilized in system for combat operations or recovery operations where signal based communication is untenable due to environmental communications or intentional jamming.
  • Cannot be Utilized while in Hyperspace
    • One major downside to the NPTRG is its inability to transmit or receive while in hyperspace. Because of this, it is only able to be utilized once the reversion is complete. After reversion, there is a slight delay in the system as it calibrates, effectively "Shaking off" the effects of hyperspace travel.
  • Ship to Ground Communication requires Infrastructure
    • As the NPTRG Mk I is largely an in trial method of communication, ship to ground communication using the system requires a dedicated infrastructure. To utilize the technology between space and ground, a specialized receiver and transmitter must be present on the surface of the planet. It should be noted that a system installed on the surface would require significant power requirements for both processing the signal and transmitting responses.
  • High Power Requirement
    • As aforementioned, whether the system is installed in a ship or on the surface, the NPTRG requires large amounts of power. As such, overloads could be particularly dangerous. Due to the power requirements to run this system, many vessels will have to do some creative shuffling of power balancing to use the system if they hope to keep all their systems at baseline. For example, if the NPTRG is active, there will almost never be a situation where both the NPTRG will be active and the weapons system will allow for increased power. To put it plainly, no systems unless modified are capable of being "Boosted" beyond their baseline capabilities while the NPTRG is active.
  • Mk I. Model is non-portable and requires installation on a vessel or a designated structure.
    • Non-portable, the Mk. I model requires extensive installation and configuration. As such, it is not designed for quick, easy, or mobile deployment. This technology must be installed in either a space vessels Frigate sized or Larger or in a dedicated building on the surface of a planet.



A step away from standard communication techniques, the NPTRG Mk I doesn't utilize wave transmission like many present day communications equipment but instead relies on the transmission and reception of particles known as neutrinos. Considered near-massless, these particles are typically able to pass through solid matter without effect. Revolutionizing the way ship to ship communication is done in system, the NPTRG has several major strengths above standard communications. Incapable of being jammed by standard signal jamming equipment, it provides its users with a constant communications capability as well as a directional positioning system allowing the real time verification of sender and location tracking.


During the First Order's second attempt to subjugate the planet of Skor II, system wide communication jamming caused a significant hiccup in their operations. As such, the FOSB with the help of the First Order's research and development personnel have devised a new method of communication, one they hope to further enhance the First Order's technological advantage against less advanced foes. Though it's by no means foolproof and there are likely ways in which it could be rendered useless, it highlights a significant step towards advances in jamming resistant communications technologies.



#1845997 Settling Down to Settle Up the Skor | First Order

Posted by Dante Calgar on 16 August 2018 - 09:53 AM

Briefing after briefing. Dante had seen the mass data caches that had been recorded and stored during the battle over Skor II - technically the second battle. The Minister of Security hadn't been present for either but that wasn't unusual. Though he was fully capable of performing in the field it wasn't his duty to do so anymore, no. He had a more singular responsibility now. With the presence of the FIV Wrath, the sheer amount of data collected meant that he'd probably still be seeing it processed in several months time - a headache for anyone. The briefings given to the entirety of the Moff Council were vague, the subtext even moreso but Dante had picked up on a few themes, a few patterns. He'd spent hours upon hours scouring the raw data for himself. Ships logs, weapons logs, damage reports. In fact it was those hours of intense studying which found him pouring himself a three finger glass of whisky at nearly midnight.


As he replaced the crystal decanter on the small cabinet behind his desk Dante rubbed his temples. This was going to be a long process. How the Outer Rim Coalition had managed to field a fleet so quickly had baffled him, no doubt the Admiralty as well. They had expected some resistance, that was only natural, but what had been presented was much more than mere resistance. It had been coordinated - and equally peculiar. The Minister of Security wasn't a religious man by any measure but what was witnessed in battle over Skor II couldn't have been explained in any other way. Dante knew of the Supreme Leader, and of his control over what Jedi referred to as 'The Dark Side' but this? Over two dozen Purrgil had appeared in the sector mere moments after the First Order's arrival in system. Pesky enough as they were in small groups, this one had been massive and not only these but a Zumma-verminoth later on. These strange occurrences spoke to only one thing - The galaxy was yet again hemorrhaging. Not unlike one's hair standing on end moments before something awful was about to happen, Dante saw the signs expressed in unusual patterns through the data he processed. *And there's so much more to comb through. So much more.*


With that, Dante's fingers grasped the lip of the glass before raising it. Intending on enjoying the first sip after a long day he was less than pleased when before he could partake, a shrill chirp sounded from the communicator on his desk. A momentary longing gaze cast at the amber liquid, Dante set it back down on the small liquor cabinet before retrieving the communicator. A glance at the memo caused the corners of his lips to twitch, a scowl forming. *Now... what could this be?* With a sigh, he retrieved the glass and carefully returned the contents to the bottle from whence they came before departing his office. When the Grand Moff called, he answered.



Strictly speaking, Dante had been "Off Duty". He knew that wasn't really a luxury he had due to his current appointment, and so he'd been working - albeit in more casual attire than his usual. Under any other circumstances, he just might have changed. Time was of the essence however, the memo dictating that the matter was urgent as well as a footnote about extracting the most recent reports regarding the Mandalorian Empire. That alone had taken him far longer than he'd hoped, transferring the data to his personal datapad before hastily heading to Number 10. In a last bid attempt to render himself at least somewhat presentable he ran a hand along his shirt, straitening a few of the loose wrinkles. With a quick once over of himself in the reflective surface of the ornate door knocker, he reached for the handle and let himself in. Greeted of course by the Grand Moff's staff, he was ushered in. As he approached he saw the familiar silhouette of his associate "The Major", the others took him a moment longer to identify but each was known to him. It appeared he was the last to arrive - or among them. Dante wasn't sure who had been summoned but apparently it was of significant importance to have both the FOSB and the Grand Admiral present.


"Your excellency." He voiced, a half bow as he continued. "Ladies, gentleman."


What they were here for exactly he hadn't quite pieced together. It obviously involved the Mandalorian Empire but it had to be something more. Only weeks ago they'd met with a delegation, was this in regards to that? Or something different. There was no way to tell except by asking, and ask he did.


"If you don't mind Lady Fortan, why the mysterious summons?"


Natasi Fortan | The Major | Madelyn Lowe | Robogeber

#1845141 First Order Sector Map

Posted by Dante Calgar on 14 August 2018 - 03:58 PM

First Order Sector Division Map




Sector Descriptions


Red - The Home Sector:


Containing the Capital world of Dosuun, the Home Sector stretches from the edge of known space towards the worlds of Lothal and Queravert IV. The worlds in this sector are some of the most built up of the First Order, a large civilian population hallmarked by the grand architecture and wide thoroughfares - or in some cases, great underwater cities. Embodying the very heart of the First Order, these worlds boast the best the Order has to offer including some of the most breathtaking views and galaxy class architecture.

Purple - The Corporate Sector:


This sector is home to some of the First Order's most booming corporate fronts. Corporate offices, events, and conferences are often held within the sector and it stands as a symbol of the First Order's competitive business environment. Technology is at the forefront of the sector's priorities, many research grants and facilities being stood up in the core of First Order space. Where there are corporations, there is also espionage. The FOSB operates frequently in the sector and as such have established a "No Fly" zone near the world of Sump. Though used for toxin disposal and filtering, the planet remains off limits to the general public.

Green - The Industrial Sector:


The primary source of the First Order's industry, the aptly named Industrial sector is just that. Including the worlds of Mustafar, Hoth, Bespin, and Ison, the Industrial Sector is a significant provider for the First Order both in raw materials and production. Many of the First Order's vessels and fleet resources are housed in this sector, easily one of the most fortified aside from the Home Sector.

Orange - The Fringe Sector:


Containing systems like Gehenna, Red Nebula, and Kro Var, this sector shares a border with the Home Sector, creating a gap between Coalition and First Orderspace along the Galactic Southern border. Though the sector is small, it holds a surprisingly large significance as far as military and scientific research go.

Blue - The Trade Sector:


Spanning across the Hydian Way and the Rimma Trade Route, the Trade Sector is easily one of the busiest. Centered across both major trade routes the only other major hyperlane towards the Home Sector is the Corellian Trade Spine. Containing the worlds of Dagobah, Tantra, and Elrood, significant efforts to modernize the sector and capitalize on its ease of access, the Trade Sector serves as the primary conduit for imports and exports of processed goods and materials.

Yellow - The Frontier Sector:


Once the very leading edge of the First Order expansion to the Galactic North, the Frontier sector is a collection of fringe worlds that provided an influx of cultural value and historical clout to the First Order's expanding cloud of influence. Worlds like Alexandria, Zakuul, Riflor, and Endor - a symbol of First Order success at taming the unknown regions of the galaxy.

White - The Expansion Sector:


The latest addition to the First Order, many of these worlds once belonged to the Galactic Alliance and fringe elements before being swallowed up by the First Order. Transitions have gone well, Imperial organization increasing these world's value to the Empire at large and a constant reminder of Imperial superiority in the realm of conquest. While many of these worlds are new to the Empire, a fair number have had long standing relations with the Home Sector and are no stranger to the ways of the First Order.


#1845119 The Mandalorian Gambit

Posted by Dante Calgar on 14 August 2018 - 02:46 PM

His words had been met with silence, an extended one at that. For a moment he thought he'd said something offensive but as he played back the words in his head he knew that couldn't have been the case. No, there was something else. Perhaps the delegation was having second thoughts about the First Order? It wouldn't have been the first time that a foreign nation was struck dumb in the face of the First Order - though Dante hadn't expected it from a people with such a storied martial history. With a glance towards their own delegation, Dante spoke again, this time more forcefully as if he thought it might spur the conversation onward.


"I won't bore you with the details of trade tariffs, fees, and taxes - our financial heads can work out the details. I think specifically though, technology sharing might be beneficial for both our nations. Given your recent shift from isolationist policies, perhaps we could assist you in that regard. The First Order has been on the very leading edge of technological advancement, our naval technology arguably some of the best in the galaxy. Likewise, the Mandalorian Empire has access to raw materials and precious metals that when combined with our technology could be used to great effect, both militarily and commercially. Is that something that interests you and your people?"


With a motion of his hand a junior officer stepped forward from the edge of the room, hands outstretched with a box. It was a fairly large box, longer than it was wide or deep, two latches holding it shut. Rising from his seat and retrieving it, Dante dismissed the young officer with a wave of his hand. Careful to open the box facing the delegation on the other side, he opened it slowly so they could see what was inside. Firmly held in place by the foam of the case was a First Order weapon, a blaster rifle to be exact. Standard issue to the Stormtrooper Corps.


"I've been told your people tend to favor their disruptors, but let me show you this." He gently moved the case towards them, encouraging them to handle the device. "Military technology like this is standard issue for our soldiers. Given the right motivation, and should this meeting bear fruit, we could assist you in fabricating weapons of similar design or even in limited quantities, supply you with these - and that is just the edge of the asteroid field so to speak."


Reseating himself, Dante glanced at the others to gauge their reactions. Military technology was often not the first thing brought to the table but with the Mandalorians, Dante had taken a risk. A calculated guess that it might just pique their interest. They were afterall, a war minded people at heart.



First Order Delegation:

Natasi Fortan (Grand Moff) | Asharad Graush (Supreme Commander) | Dante Calgar (Moff, Minister of Security)
The Major (Director, FOSB) | Madelyn Lowe (Governor, Minister of Foreign Affairs)

Mandalorian Empire Delegation:
Yasha Mantis | Keira Verd | Alkor Centaris | Cassiopeia Australis

#1839560 Here With Us Among the Clouds | The First Order & Atrisian Government

Posted by Dante Calgar on 04 August 2018 - 11:19 AM

"It's a bloody booze cruise, I don't know if that's going to make this easier or harder."


The Grand Moff was more or less correct - the event had been scheduled on a pleasure barge. Dante had been expecting something closer to home, perhaps a visit to the Kansai province or at very least a taste of the local cuisine aside the almost symbolic Koi gardens. Nope, instead the planning committee had booked a pleasure barge. *Achh.* Dante couldn't really complain, it allowed him to dress more comfortably although it almost felt a hair too casual standing this close to the Grand Moff. Once perhaps he had held aspirations for the office but over time the Minister of Security had discovered an unexpected ally in Natasi Fortan. Perhaps it was just as much a surprise for her.


"But it's a bit late now. I suppose we ought to get aboard before they cast off. It looks like we may be some of the last to arrive."


A quick glance around the two confirmed the Grand Moff's words. Replenishment hoses had been disconnected and the ground crew seemed to be prepping the vessel for departure. Dante nodded in agreement and fell in beside Natasi Fortan "It certainly appears that way. Shall we?" The Minister motioned with his arms towards the base of the boarding ramp. "Ladies first." He passed a curt nod and a wave towards the troopers as they passed.


"I could murder a G&T right now," Natasi said, turning back to Calgar. "How about it, Moff Calgar?"


"Only one?" He said jokingly. "No, I think you've got the right idea Ms. Fortan - a gin and tonic it is."


Natasi Fortan | Shoma Ike | @Anyone

#1834772 The Mandalorian Gambit

Posted by Dante Calgar on 27 July 2018 - 10:21 PM

As time ticked by, Dante wondered if the Mandalorian delegation had gotten lost. It was a fairly straightforward route, but when you were used to crashing through walls rather than running along them... Dante stopped himself there, or rather he didn't need to. At that moment the delegation from the Mandalorian Empire had arrived, in all their... armor. For a moment, he felt comforted by the Major's chrome visage, though behind the visor he suspected there was a modicum of fatigue from their endeavors the previous evening - but when the cards were on the table, he knew she would pull through. She was a fighter, a survivor. Not unlike himself.


As the First Order's cultural exchange was presented, Dante eyeballed their own delegation. Perhaps the Grand Moff needed a bit of a jaunt, and nothing was going to get churned out of the meeting should they fail to pass beyond the initial formalities. Motioning to the others, Dante pulled the seat out at the center of the table, motioning towards Natasi.


"Your excellency." he said expectantly.


As he waited for the Grand Moff to take her seat, Dante's eyes scanned across the foreign delegation. Each one clearly adorned in their infamous Beskar'gam, each without a doubt carrying any number of secret weapons on their person - Dante had planned for such. *Too much focus on a negative outcome can often become a self fulfilling prophecy.* With a disarming smile and a gaze directed at their leader, Dante spoke. Out of turn perhaps, however he was prepared to face the consequences given the possible reward this gambit could bring the First Order.


"Ladies. Gentlemen. I'm glad to see this meeting finally taking place. Now, to facilitate and put our best foot forward, I think it is important we get out in front of this. You as well as I know particularly well that our past relationship has been less than lustrous, muddled with the acts of a few individuals and poisoned by propaganda - I'd like to put that behind us, and look to the future. A future that could be beneficial for both our people and yours."


There it was. The opening move had been made, a single pawn set forth in the game that could span centuries. It was a concession on the part of the First Order, for certain. Did they have to forgive the past? No - but it was more advantageous to do so, and a measure Dante had held firm on despite his own personal feelings. That was the thing about the First Order, it was never about the self, it was about the Order. Some would boil it down to 'Sieger's Will' - Dante had always taken a more pragmatic approach. What was good for the Order was good for the Minister of Security. Dante had no doubt the Grand Moff would follow up with her own words, he didn't presume to speak on her behalf. Much had changed over the previous months, and the adversarial tone between the two had turned into something of a cautiously friendly relationship. Professional, as always, but Dante had gone from a rival to something more akin to a veiled supporter of the woman and her policies. *Even the lowest of us can be brought to see reason.* he mused. He was a perfect example.


First Order Delegation:

Natasi Fortan (Grand Moff) | Asharad Graush (Supreme Commander) | Dante Calgar (Moff, Minister of Security)
The Major (Director, FOSB) | Madelyn Lowe (Governor, Minister of Foreign Affairs)

Mandalorian Empire Delegation:
Yasha Mantis | Keira Verd | Alkor Centaris | Cassiopeia Australis

#1829508 The Mandalorian Gambit

Posted by Dante Calgar on 19 July 2018 - 04:12 PM


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From: The Office of the Grand Moff, Natasi Fortan

To: Manda'lor, Mandalorian Empire


Greetings in the name of the Supreme Leader and people of the First Order,


The First Order is committed to bringing an era of peace and stability to our galaxy through collaboration with our galactic neighbors. Through our wide network of intelligence resources, it has come to our attention that there may be among the Mandalorian Empire, elements that desire to establish diplomatic ties between our two great peoples. I write to confirm that the First Order would be pleased to offer a hand and establish a diplomatic presence, and to that end would like to determine a time and location where delegates of both entities may meet. I think it would be in both of our best interests to conduct the meeting in neutral space, so as to prevent any feelings of concern to both parties.


My office will work with you on establishing a set of understood procedures regarding the meeting while accounting for cultural considerations. If you could please advice my office of any cultural, ecological, or other concerns about which my Ministry of Foreign & Colonial Affairs should be aware, we will be happy to accommodate anything you may need.

With kind regards,




It had been that message which sparked a flurry of activity. Not so much the message itself as the implication and gravity of such a thing. Small perhaps in the grand scheme but Dante knew that all it took to knock down a house of cards was a touch of wind. When Dante had first expressed his trepidity around the situation, The Major had been the first to point out that the First Order wasn't exactly a house of cards, and the Mandalorian Empire wasn't exactly a 'touch of wind'... Okay, so the analogy wasn't perfect. He'd admit. It hadn't saved him from the paperwork, regardless.

"Get me everything you have on the Mandalorian Empire." his folly unknown until he was left looking at terabytes of data over the next few weeks. *Don't I pay people for this?* he thought more than once during the process. Unfortunately for the Moff, it was his job to be in the know.

The Grand Moff's rise had been a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one. The two had butted heads more than once over the last years but something in the dynamic had changed. Perhaps equally for each. In any case, Dante had gone from being a political rival to something of a closet supporter of the woman's. Though he would openly criticize her in meetings, more often than not he would back her completely when the time came for some important measure to be instated or signed off on - at least those that required his signature as a formality. Moreover, the two had begun working together on measures to ensure both the safety and security of the First Order. Prone as he was to long disappearances, Dante preferred to rely on someone who was present. In this case, the Grand Moff had a much better track record at keeping up appearances. Though, he'd never say such thoughts aloud.

As it stood, Dante and The Major had done a significant amount of footwork. Paging through data, picking out the relevant bits and incorporating them into some kind of agreement that could be met between the two Empires. It had finally come down to a neutral station near Reecee. In its original configuration, it had been a small cargo port, established for quick resupply on vessel's way around the deep core - then re purposed as a diplomatic point for several regional governments. After more than one discussion at length about the viability of the station as a point for talks, it was agreed upon. Much to the Security Minister's chagrin however, restriction of weapons wasn't something they could push too hard - a Mandalorian without his weapons? Better luck seeing a Krayt Dragon in your lifetime.

Dante took a deep breath inward, adjusting the heavy duty belt at his waist. *I forgot how uncomfortable these were.* he thought to himself. Much more familiar with the weight of a concealed weapon, the whole kit and caboodle felt foreign to the man. Black gloss leather, heavy wool-like uniform. Dark leather gloves. The whole thing had grown tiresome, at least the regale of it. *One of the pitfalls of power.* thought the Moff.

"Not still hungover from last night, are we Director Shepard?"


His voice was clear, eyes twinkling with mischief. From his appearance, one wouldn't have guessed that only a mere eight to ten hours ago he was quite inebriated. No smell of liquor, no hint of fatigue, not even a sensitivity to light as the bright overhead in the turbolift shone down upon the delegation. Dante didn't need to look to imagine the expression of disapproval etched upon the Grand Moff's face. Inwardly he smiled. Soon enough they'd arrive at the chamber designated for their meeting, all the adventures of the previous night forgotten as the delegation from the First Order put aside all else and discussed the future. Though the meeting may not have been as ground shaking as some they'd had in the past, it was never wise to underestimate the power of diplomacy.

First Order Delegation:

Natasi Fortan (Grand Moff) | Asharad Graush (Supreme Commander) | Dante Calgar (Moff, Minister of Security)
The Major (Director, FOSB) | Madelyn Lowe (Governor, Minister of Foreign Affairs)

Mandalorian Empire Delegation:
Yasha Mantis | Keira Verd | Alkor Centaris | Cassiopeia Australis

#1818527 Beware the Parcae

Posted by Dante Calgar on 01 July 2018 - 11:14 AM

As Dante and his entourage confidently traversed down one of the many wide corridors, the Moff felt the hair of his neck stand up on end. Moments later he felt a deep vibration through the deck plating, a sudden rush of static electricity washing over him momentarily. *It seems the Director is up to something afterall.* The Minister of Security had half expected the place to be in shambles - or near to. A hint of First Order exceptionalism no doubt. He was pleasantly surprised. With practiced ease he made his way throughout the facility, eventually arriving at what was designated as Caalgen's office.


"Let's see if Director Caalgen is home." he said to the troopers behind him.


Raising his hand, Calgar pressed the small panel beside the door.


"Moff Calgar for Director Caalgen."


Travis Caalgen

#1812749 Beware the Parcae

Posted by Dante Calgar on 21 June 2018 - 10:43 PM


Decima Cold Weather Training Facility

Morta Cold Weather Research & Development

Surface of Hoth



A biting wind howled across the ice plains just below the Ceyan Range.The muted rumble of cracking ice echoed deep below the uppermost layer of snow. It was almost musical, woodwinds playing a gentle melody, percussion a gentle thrum. If one paid close enough attention they might even see a snowmouse as it frolicked across the open plain, small bursts of snow erupting as its whiskered nose broke the surface only to dive back below. Tranquil. That was a good word to describe the world of Hoth. Now, months after the war against the Galactic Alliance, even the battleground had begun to be once again consumed by nature. Surrendered to the ice, the snow, the biting wind.


It wasn't the surface of Hoth that the Minister of Security was interested in however. The plight of the snowmouse and the eerie tones of the wind as they whistled through ice spires bored out by the iceworms was all but ignored - instead his focus had been on something alien to the planet, something man made. Dante was here to pay someone a visit.




Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along. - Terry Pratchett




Unannounced, Dante had arrived at the Decima Cold Weather Training Facility, the Deck Chief who'd greeted him upon his de-embarkation had been flustered. No doubt that he was concerned that finally his holonet gambling addiction had finally caught up with him. It was a rule that you weren't supposed to be conducting personal business on official terminals, but everyone did it right? The guys down at sanitation? He'd heard stories about what they liked to use terminals for in their free time. Alas, Specialist Voril was not the reason for Moff Calgar's visit, in fact it was highly unlikely that the Deck Chief even knew that where Dante was headed even existed.


Morta Cold Weather Research Facility was co-located with Decima Cold Weather Training Facility. While the latter trained the First Order's finest soldiers for the reality of harsh environment survival and advanced SERE techniques, Morta's purpose was a more devious one.


Nestled several hundred meters below the substructure of Decima lay Morta, a state of the art research and development facility. Dante himself had never been there but he'd heard of it during his time as a spook - in fact many of the recently developed technologies just now reaching the First Order's fighting force had been in development in the very facility. Technology wasn't why he was here though. After several uneventful minutes of travel via corridor, tram, and elevator, Dante had finally arrived. *So this is Morta* he thought to himself, eyes picking up every little detail. White polished floors reflected the overhead light, dark accents provided a clear contrast, and there were people everywhere. Lab coats, droids, even armed troopers made their way through the halls. Narrowing his eyes the Minister of Security set a course for his destination, indicated by a small blue arrow on the datapad recently recovered from his pocket. Raising his voice, he addressed the two uniformed FOSB operatives flanking him on either side.


"Gentlemen. With me. Time to see what our friend Caalgen is up to."


Travis Caalgen | Natasi Fortan | The Major | Madelyn Lowe

@FOSB | @First Order Government | @Any First Order