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Dante Calgar

Dante Calgar

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#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

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

PRODUCTION INFORMATION

  • 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

SPECIAL FEATURES

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

Strengths:

  • 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.

Weaknesses:

  • 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.

DESCRIPTION

 

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.

 

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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

 

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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,

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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

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Decima Cold Weather Training Facility

Morta Cold Weather Research & Development

Surface of Hoth

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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.

 

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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

 

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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




#1808544 All I See Are Familiar Faces.... | The First Order and Galactic Empire

Posted by Dante Calgar on 15 June 2018 - 10:34 AM

Outer Rim | Avalonia, Dosuun

Number 12, Forselle Drive

FOSB Headquarters | Office of Dante Calgar

 

-- -- --

 

Surprisingly efficient though it was, the FOSB had failed him. At least that was how he saw it in the moment. Dante had no doubt that eventually when the strings were followed it was likely that the information had all been there but simply been overlooked. Oft was the case with events such as these - except usually the Minister of Security expected these sorts of failures with the opening punches of a war. This wasn't a war, it barely even qualified as a conflict. No, this was more akin to a homecoming of sorts. As Moff Calgar's eyes scanned the latest incoming report he leaned forward, resting chin in his hand as he pored over the raw data.

 

The Bureau had agents everywhere, even in the farthest reaches of First Order space. The memory of his first station sent a smirk creeping across his features. Dante owned his fair share of terrible postings, suffered through the mires of Sump, the bitter cold of Hoth. He'd earned a seat on the Moff Council. Or more aptly - he'd taken it. The death of his predecessor had been somewhat suspect but there was no proof of anything, the very next day Calgar had been sworn in and already begun redecorating. Dante didn't suffer the dead. It was how he'd always lived, and it was evident in the way he conducted his business. Whether for loss or gain, no one would forget about Skor and the end of that fated crew. To Dante however, it was a mere footnote in a much larger conversation.

 

Past aside, Dante spent several more minutes scanning the constantly scrolling data, comparing it with preexisting data. A frown began to develop at the corners of his lips, an eyebrow raised in curiosity as the pieces of the puzzle began to come together. It made sense now. The Hydian Way, what little portion of it cut through First Order space, had just now become the site of an interesting and perhaps monumental occasion. Flipping through another datapad at his desk Dante confirmed his suspicions. *It seems Ms. Fortan has come clawing back to power.*

 

The Grand Moff and the Minister of Security had an interesting history. It was hard to tell truly if they were friends, allies, rivals, enemies... all of the above. Dante had thought the woman removed, in part by her own acquiescence but also due to increasing pressure upon her office. Dante had seen both sides of that fight with little personal investment except to further his own goals in his bid for power. Now, it seemed, the woman had returned. Reinvigorated if her schedule was anything to go by. Meetings, conferences, public events. Support for the Grand Moff seemed to be back on the rise. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing he had yet to decide. Keying in a few commands, Dante began typing out a message.

 

 


From: Minister of Security, Dante Calgar, Office of
To: Grand Moff, Natasi Vitalis, Office of
Subject: Certification & Security Clearance Update Required

To the Office of Grand Moff, ATTN: Natasi Fortan

In light of your return to office, it is imperative that your security certification is completed and your clearance be reinstated. It is unfortunate that your leave of absence extended just past the cut off for automatic reinstatement and as such will require an interview as well as a re-issuance of security code cylinders. In addition, a full psychological evaluation will need to be filed with the Security Bureau at the earliest possible.

While you may conduct these requirements separately, and on your own time schedule, I would also like to offer the option of conducting all tests and issuance of hardware personally as a favor. In the business of herding governments, it's not often we have the privilege of working continuously with our fellow aspirants. I understand your current disposition, but upon the conclusion of the events unfolding along the Hydian Way, please consider the offer above as I feel it would be beneficial to both the Office of the Grand Moff as well as a step towards total security of the First Order and her Empire.

Sincerely,
Dante Calgar, Minister of Security

 

Natasi Fortan




#1797077 [ENDGAME] War in Heaven

Posted by Dante Calgar on 30 May 2018 - 09:17 AM

FIV Merciless | Command Deck

Allies: Asharad Graush

Enemies: The Galactic Alliance
Unknown: Danger Arceneau

 

Though not Force Sensitive like the Sith Lord before him, Dante could feel the tension so thick you could cut it with a blade. Inexplicable energy filled the bridge, the officers on the deck, the very air felt like it was filled to the very brim. It put the man on edge. Even a seasoned veteran like Dante still had his misgivings about those under the Supreme Leader's employ, most notably the Knights of Ren - but Supreme Commander Graush wasn't on of his knights. No, the Supreme Commander had been a holdover from the early days of the Order, a Sith through and through. Loyal though. He supposed he couldn't fault Sieger for that.

 

As the ship had arrived in system his calculating eye had fallen on the target of their interest, the shipyards. Dante wasn't a war commander, that much he would acquiesce. In truth, he found the sheer numbers and scope far larger than his skill set would account for. He had faith in the Supreme Commander however, his record of victories grew by the day. A proven soldier, warrior, and strategist - even if not all of the high command fully embraced his cavalier attitude. It didn't matter one way or the other to Minister Calgar, he wasn't here to criticize nor judge - the voice rising above the sudden din reminded him of that gratingly.

 

"You have purpose here Calgar."
"Deliver me the shipyards."

 

A chill arced down Dante's spine as the words came from the Supreme Commander. It hadn't been a suggestion, but a command. To fail would mean... well, even Dante - a man of the cloak and dagger - had heard stories of the Supreme Commander. Equal parts fear and respect drove those under him.

 

 

[ This is Arceneau Trade Company.Omega Pyre and it's shipyards on Fondor have been recently acquired by the company and turned into a neutral entity.Please be advised, that our merchant fleet is only deployed to protect the trade convoys and Fondor Shipyards.We do not wish to become involved in any conflict.We request that we are allowed to evacuate and redirect our employees without being fired upon. ]

 

The transmission had come in from the shipyards, broadcast into the open. It was as Dante had expected, a statement of neutrality. No doubt they wanted to avoid as much collateral as possible, a corporation had little to gain in a conflict such as this and so much more to lose. The shipyards hadn't been the Supreme Commander's military target, an acknowledgement of the request would go a long way in securing at very least a face to face. Without waiting for a confirmation or a command Dante stepped to the comm hub.

 

"Open a channel. Direct tight beam."

 

A few taps a the console and the officer responded. "You're live sir."

 

{ Arceneau Trade Company, consider your request granted by all First Order vessels. I can't speak on behalf of our Sith Empire counterparts - I trust you understand. This is Dante Calgar, Minister of Security. If you'd be so inclined, I think a face to face meeting would be more appropriate given the circumstances. Would you agree? }

 

Even if the voice on the other end was averse to a face to face, it could have value. The Sith Empire was hardly discerning when they got the bloodlust, neutral or no, but with the added security of having a high ranking First Order official on board - it could prove to be useful should the Sith war jockeys get overzealous, increasing the odds that they would hold fire on the shipyard and her fleet.


 




#1790283 ENDGAME: Eclipse the Light OOC

Posted by Dante Calgar on 21 May 2018 - 06:57 PM

Danger Arceneau

Perhaps we could come to a production agreement, being on the edge of Order space and all?

We cam discuss details ofc.


#1762430 FO and Allies | To Rise Above, Soar

Posted by Dante Calgar on 04 April 2018 - 10:57 AM

”Correlian Brady, please. Neat.”

 

The Moff's eyes were drawn to the strangely familiar voice a few meters away. Non-government, definitely not military. *Unusual.* he mused. It wasn't difficult for the Minister of Security to learn much about a person at a glance. The way they carried themselves, their posture, subtle undertones of their voice. This one was different though. *Murky* thought Dante to himself. With a twist of the glass in his hand the ice and amber liquid swirled before being raised to his lips. He savored the flavor, a distant memory coming to the forefront of his mind - no, he knew who she was. Slowly but surely a name began to form in his mind. *A Zambrano.* A crooked smile briefly flashed across his features before resuming their naturally neutral state. He observed the woman for a moment longer, his brief attempt at analyzing her behavior largely ineffective, but something had changed since the last time the two had crossed paths. He remembered the musty smell of the jungle as he'd hiked through it, the burn of his legs after ascending the extensive stairway to the Bastion - a disciple of the Supreme Leader or not, it was a memorable experience.

 

In short order, Ms. Zambrano had made her way across the room, snagging something from a tray before coming to a halt near one of the ornate pillars around the central room. There she paused, as if looking for someone specific. It was then his feet began to carry him in her wake. Carefully he navigated around several groups of talking dignitaries and attendees - some in uniform, others in regal gowns and dresses. *Dosuun High Society no doubt.* He would have sneered at the thought, but instead he assumed a gentle smile. 

 

"Nice night for an event, don't you think Ms. Zambrano?"

 

His steps had led him just to the woman's side, glass switching hands as he extended the other in greeting. 

 

"Decent turnout so far - expecting someone specific?" he said, nodding towards the arches towards the entrance. An almost knowing grin spread across his features. Even the unknown could come to light, if one feigned knowledge. At very least, it was one method of discovering her interest. Collecting information was one of his strengths. How she responded should likely tell him what he needed to know, and if not? Every action was a move in a perpetual game of chess, each feint revealing another weakness, another move to be made. Social events were rife with maneuvering - this was no different. 

 

Ara Zambrano




#1762428 Downfall | First Order

Posted by Dante Calgar on 04 April 2018 - 10:51 AM

As the woman's voice continued onward, Dante's eyes maintained their deceptively calm gaze - boring into the woman. As he did so, her words seemed to speed up, her heart rate spiked - all things easily identified by the Security Minister. Noticing small behavioral tics was one of the skills which made him particularly dangerous. That, and his uncanny ability to control his own responses. It wasn't so much that he found the woman's words particularly irritating, but the way she droned on grated against his sense of efficiency. To date, Dante hadn't been one easily swayed by charismatic speeches or dogmatic platitudes. No, Dante was very much about being concise - something the woman across the desk seemed to be unfamiliar with. At least initially. As her dialogue began to wind down, he nodded, the final sentence outlining the reason for her appointment.

 

"I won't waste any more of your time beating around the bush.."

 

*Good.* thought Dante silently.

 

".. I had a standing meeting with the Grand Moff to give me a debrief on the war effort -- recruitment numbers, declassified victory reports, and the kind of ra-ra, go-fight-win stuff she was known for -- but for obvious reasons she's... indisposed. Is there anything you can tell me? Inquiring minds want to know."

 

Dante sat there for a moment, fingers crossed as his elbows reset upon the surface of his desk, eyes still aimed pointedly at the reporter. With a deep intake of breath, he pushed himself back from the desk and leaned back in his chair. Silence permeated the room, an almost awkward pause before the Minister responded. "The Grand Moff, yes, she has been busy lately. Interesting that you chose to speak to me." He narrowed his eyes and smiled. "I take it Supreme Commander Graush was indisposed?" a quiet chuckle filled the space as he continued. "The war effort, as it were, has largely been a success, I'm sure you know that. Victories have been anything but in short supply, though the Alliance continues to supply their Galactic Southern Worlds - I'd wager you don't need an explanation on how that is happening given the political geography surrounding the most recent victory claimed by the Order."

 

"As to the view.." Dante rose from his chair, a quiet sqeak as his footsteps carried him towards the transparisteel viewscreen. "..It reminds me of why we do what we do. Tell me Ms. Finn-Camden, why do you choose to live here? I hear you're from Galidraan? You know the Grand Moff is from there. What ties you to the Order?" A tangent perhaps, but one he'd carefully calculated. It had struck him odd, the woman leaning over his desk as he'd walked in - then again given her behavioral cues it might not be that strange, she was the inquisitive type. When had might ever served Dante though? No, he would need to be sure. Rather than continue on, his gaze fell upon the world below, letting his question hang in the air. 

 

Lydia Finn-Camden