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Vespasian the Elder

Vespasian the Elder

Member Since 05 Nov 2018
Offline Last Active Nov 28 2018 02:52 PM

#1885356 Mantellians Meets Mandalorians (ME & MC)

Posted by Vespasian the Elder on 25 November 2018 - 11:09 AM

Yasha Cadera Aedan Miles


A shuttle departs from the Morbus Sire, heading for the big ship. The two pilots steer the ship towards the weird designed spacecraft, following the coordinates sent by the Mandalorians. Decreasing the speed as coming closer to the bay, the shuttle approaches the hangar bay. From the cockpit the Lord Executor looks at the honour guard which was formed. Another meeting with a martial show. He was playing his role well so far, the diplomat, the administrator, the merchant ... he had no opportunity yet to show what he actually was good at. Nor did he desire it though.


The ramp of the landed shuttle lowers and two individuals leave the transport. Both dressed in a light navy uniform without many markings or precious details, yet they looked very ... old-fashioned. The two men, both of a similar height, but only one carrying something, a leather bag in his left hand. They have holsters with pistols, but no other visible weapons, neither an own honour guard or soldiers behind them. Walking along the line of soldiers which formed to greet them, they would approach the one welcoming them.


The slightly taller man speaks after giving a slight bow to the welcoming party. "I am Lord Executor Vespasian Dorn."

#1883828 Mantellians Meets Mandalorians (ME & MC)

Posted by Vespasian the Elder on 21 November 2018 - 05:17 PM

Tearing apart the real space the Morbus Sire enters the Ankus system. It slowly glides into the inner system, alone, the systems scanning, but no preparation for a possible engagement is made. The cruiser of the Commonwealths Maniple-class approaches the other ship.


His ringed finger is clanking on the rod which separates the upper bridge from the lower. The ring bears the sign of an eagle catching a star beneath the sun and is made of gold, a masterpiece of work from excellent jewellers on Coruscant. The sigil is on the ring finger of the Lord Executor Vespasian Dorn.

The tall figure is leaning on its arms and talking with one of the bridge officers in front of him, he remembers the Lieutenant Commander from his time at the academy, a graduate two years earlier. Now being employed in the Commonwealth service, serving on the ship as first artillery officer. Vespasian laughs about a joke of the man before his attention is turned to the Captain who calls the Lord Executor. The commander of the ship is sitting on his command throne, overseeing the entire bridge. A fat individual who barely ever leaves this ship since he was commissioned as captain, but a capable soldier and naval officer.


In his majestic uniform of light navy blue, white and gold he moves with long steps to the throne. "We have arrived, Sir."


Vespasian simply nods and looks at the front windows, seeing the approach towards the other ship. "Shall we call them?" The voice of the captain sounded behind him.


Without turning around the leader nods.


"This is Morbus Sire of the Mantellian Commonwealth, Captain Frangheld speaking. Please respond."


Yasha Cadera Aedan Miles Livia Maddox

#1883777 Open Congress on Ord Mantell

Posted by Vespasian the Elder on 21 November 2018 - 02:45 PM

With sure steps the Lord Executor moves from his podium. He nods to the people he passes, slowly moving through the hall with his well weighed, large steps. Vespasian musters the people around him. His thoughts drift into a distant place for a moment which make him smile, seriously smile, but he gets himself back into reality.


Looking at a group of women, he stops for a second and makes a very short gesture with his hand. His adjutant appears and whispers into his ear, barely noticeable.


Vespasian the Elder approaches the ladies. "Your majesty." He looks at Faith Organa and bows, would take the hand and kisses her back. "I am honoured by your presence. The beauty of Alderaan is no match for your appearance." He puts on a slight and honest smirk.


"I welcome you here on Ord Mantell. Your beautiful companions as well." He greets each individually in the same manner as he greeted the Queen. Riamah Marina DeVoe Vulpesen


#1883071 Open Congress on Ord Mantell

Posted by Vespasian the Elder on 19 November 2018 - 04:49 PM

One of the butlers gives him a small microphone, deactivated still and turns around to leave again. He clips the mic to his suit on the height of the chest and activates it. He takes a pencil out of one of his pockets and rings with it against the glass in front of the microphone. The melodic glass sound can be heard in the entire hall.


The sound of conversations slowly grows silent and attention goes towards the source of this sound. Vespasian Dorn is standing a bit higher, on a little podium, just put there for him in the last minute. With a slight smile on his face, his typcial positive expression, he clears his throat.


"Ladies and gentlemen. I am glad that you came here in such high numbers from all over the Galaxy. So far, your stay was hopefully comfortable and relaxing, we make sure that we keep up this stance. The Dorn Residence is at your service for your entire stay, ask one of my staff members or myself and we will try to ensure that all requests are made possible."


He takes a look into the crowd of faces looking at him, sliding with his look at as many faces as possible before he continues.


"Everyone of you came here to see who I am, who I am representing and therefore - what we are. The Mantellian Commonwealth. Let me give you a brief introduction of what this is about. My name is Vespasian Dorn, the elder of House Dorn. My family runs a successful freight forwarding and logistics company, as you might can see."

He makes a small gesture including the hall they are in. Some chuckling can be heard.

"Adressing several provincial as well as planetary governments, coorperate companies and industrials which my company had contact with was the start of our Commonwealth. We formed an alliance to support each other, to help each other and to defend each other. As we signed the treaty for this Commonwealth in the orbit of Ord Mantell, we called ourselves the Mantellian Commonwealth. We are interested to establish an economic and political order in the regions we hold influence, equally as we are interested to form bonds and agreements with individuals and factions outside our area of influence.

We are not a military power, nor do we seek a major dominant role on the political stage of the galaxy. Hence why our interest is strictly speaking only neutral, we do not see that we support either a light or a dark side, but a company, an alliance or an individual worth it. Be it for its goal which we deem supportable or a profitable agreement or even both."


He keeps his hands folded in front of his body, only minorly gesturing.


"My invitation aimed to establish such new connections. There are many of you who are interested to talk to me personally and I will try to make each of these requests possible. In the coming days I will host dinners with several chosen individuals to talk to, everyone who feels an urgent need or has to depart soon, contact my office and we will speak privately as soon as possible."


Vespasian pauses a moment before he continues.


"And now, feel free to explore our beautiful gardens, you may stay here as well or go into your prepared rooms. We have an exquisite buffet prepared outside, we got an orchestra playing, it is a cloudless night beneath the stars. Enjoy it. Feel free to approach me for questions. Otherwise, sent a request to my office, by tomorrow morning we will work through every personal request."


The man in his fine suit bows slightly to the people. "Have a good night ladies and gentlemen."


#1882398 We need You!

Posted by Vespasian the Elder on 17 November 2018 - 01:33 PM


Hey you! Stop!


Are you tired of wasting your life?


Do you want to live for a purpose? Do you seek a goal?


A duty to live for?


Join the military of the Mantellian Commonwealth!





Are you a brave soldier? A skilled commander?


Join our Armed Forces and fight for order and stability!






Are you a capable pilot? An unyielding captain?


Join our Navy and strive for freedom and protection!






Are you a daring general? Are you a calm admiral?


Join our Grand Staff, lead the forces of the Commonwealth to glory and to victory!


#1881813 Open Congress on Ord Mantell

Posted by Vespasian the Elder on 15 November 2018 - 06:36 PM


Meridia Hall was filled with many people, mostly system and sector representatives of companies, governments and other organisations. Though there were many from further away and Vespasian was happy to notice several unknown faces. He just finished talking with a group of directors from Qiilura, they were very talkative and eager to engage in further agreements with the Commonwealth.


Sipping from his champagne he considers the starting time and would give it some more minutes, maybe twenty. Though he gave a signal to his first butler to start serving some appetisers and snacks to sponge up some of the alcohol. The welcome was taking a while already and the right timing was important. There were plenty of benefits, luxuries and hospitalities to do here.


Meanwhile the 'Hammer' is waiting for the response of the 'Negotiation' but directing all other arrivals directly to the surface, just as done before.

#1880275 The Federation of Allied Systems

Posted by Vespasian the Elder on 11 November 2018 - 08:36 AM

Sentus Olan


I hope your idea succeeds. Best of luck and success for the Federation.

#1879978 Open Congress on Ord Mantell

Posted by Vespasian the Elder on 10 November 2018 - 01:36 PM

He was looking into his own eyes, mustering them, looking around his face, at his hair, his eyebrows, being somewhere deep in thoughts.




Surprisingly blinking and looking at his adjutant without turning around, Vespasian nods. "I was deep in thoughts, sorry Dio." The adjutant smiles and holds the jacket a bit higher, to make the Lord Executor remember why they were here.


"No need to apologise Sire." Cassian Dias approaches the Lord Executor from behind, who is straightening his back and holding both his arms backwards for the adjutant to be able to help him into the jacket.

Vespasian is watching the procedure by looking into the large mirror in front of them. As soon as he can, he buttons up the attire and looks at himself once more while his adjutant brushes off some dust or whatever he may see from the shoulders and back.


Looking over the shoulder of his superior, Dias says, with some sarcasm in his voice: "Stunning, Sire."


"Shut up." Dias chuckles upon hearing that and continues to tidy up the change room.


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Half an hour later Lord Executor Vespasian Dorn was walking down the plaza in front of his residence. Dressed in a suit with a long jacket, coloured mainly in black with yellow additions, tailored in a civil-miltiary crossover, high black leather boots, polished to reflect the sunlight and officers trousers, he looked quite impressive. His personal adjutant, Cassian Dias, was walking next to him wearing a neutral uniform with only the symbols of the Commonwealth on it.


Just before they left the main house, the order was given to designate landing platforms of the nearby space port ot every arriving guest. The Commonwealth set up a private shuttle service to get everyone attending to the residence.


The two men walk with calm steps across the plaza, between some statues of old origin and sprinkling with clean and clear water, the two headed for Meridia Hall, a large building which marked the official entrance to the area.

The large redwood doors automatically open for the two people approaching. Inside the building was a large hall with another redwood door on the other side, the outside entrance. It was decorated with large pictures of past owners of the residence, rulers of Ord Mantell, Commanders and many more - not even Vespasian knew everyone and lighted by huge windows with view on the plaza, gardens and the alley which leads towards the residence.

Inside the hall was a whole contingent of people waiting, mainly employees of the company, as well as a handful of soldiers. All bowed slightly when the Lord Executor entered with his warm smile. "No need for that gentlemen." Different to the pictures, he knew all of his employees with their names.


Clearing his throat and folding his hands behind his back, Vespasian continued. "It is an important day today, for all of us. Do not worry about any mistakes which might happen, broken glass or wet clothes never caused a war." Responded with a slight chuckle from the people in front of him, the leader continued. "Our guests will arrive soon, everyone will make way to their assigned jobs in a bit. The ones assigned to Meridia will get trays with aperitifs to welcome our guests, though before that, every guest is asked to enter his or her name into our guestbook, including the purpose of their visit and if so, who they represent, as well as asking if they attend the official dinner and wish a room. Any questions?"


They had none. Waiting in one of the smaller rooms attached to Meridia Hall, Vespasian was talking with Dias till the first guests arrived.



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In orbit, the Strike Cruiser Hammer was transmitting the clearance for all arrivals to land and gave them a designated landing pad in the spaceport where a shuttle of the Commonwealth would wait for each of them to fly everyone to the residence right after arrival.


#1879397 Open Congress on Ord Mantell

Posted by Vespasian the Elder on 08 November 2018 - 05:58 PM

An unspecified invitation leaves Ord Mantell via the HoloNet. Adressing the reader with the following offer:

"The Mantellian Commonwealth invites industrial, trading and technological business people, unemployed intellectuals, commanders and pilots as well as diplomats or representatives of major galactic powers or simply curious individuals to join a forum. Security, order and appropriate manners will be upheld by the host.
The forum, the congress, is held for matters of civil and mannered communication, equally as developing opportunities and forging bonds of respect or even friendship.
If you are interested to follow this communique please leave a short response to signal our preparational team to set up the necessary requirements. As host we offer housing, food & beverage, protection and free leave.

We hope to appeal with this offer and soon see responses of interested individuals.


Vespasian the Elder."

Attached file:
"Everyone accepting the invitation agrees to the following terms: Bodyguards are allowed with a maximum of two, they may not carry ranged weapons. The ship of arrival must be a shuttle or light freighter of size and armament. The armament and equipment of the individuals participating must correlate with a civil, non-combat and peaceful intention. House Dorn and the Commonwealth will take care of any protective measures."

Location: Ord Mantell, Dorn Residence
For the congress many preparations are made. The Dorn residence offers more than enough space to accomodate a large number of people. Decided to be a very suitable location, the house and its holds offer many possibilities for publicity and privacy. The house offers a large garden area, a large plaza with several fountains, two conference rooms and two dining rooms.
Except for the typical traffic in the system and a single cruiser, there will be no warship presence of the Mantellian Commonwealth. On ground two companies of security forces are responsible for upholding peace and order.


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#1878690 Vespasian the Elder

Posted by Vespasian the Elder on 06 November 2018 - 10:11 AM


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Name: Vespasian Dorn Maior 'the Elder'
Faction: N/A

Rank: N/A

Force Sensitive: No




Species: Human.

Age: 47

Sex: Male

Homeworld: Coruscant


Height: 1,85m

Weight: 73kg

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black

Skin: Caucasian



Srengths and Weaknesses (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :

Charismatic: Vespasian is a skilled speaker, making equally use of his good look as of his rhetorical capabilities. A winning smile, a sarcastic nature and a comrade-like behaviour make him a very appealing person. Though not only on the civil and casual scene he knows how to make friends, but also politically and how to inspire people. A few well phrased sentences or compliments here and there usually helped to prevent a confrontation or encourage his followers to their ultimate best.


Warmaster: Commanding appears to be a natural born skill. If a battalion in the dirt, a fleet among the stars or both, Vespasian knows what to do, when to do it and how to do it. A masterful strategist his campaigning ability outmaneouvres, surprises and therefore defeats his opponents when he wants it. In battle itself, his tactical overview and understanding, he stands as a challenge for every opponent. Aided by his charismatic nature, Vespasian has a sense for details, especially for people under his command - being able to deploy and offer everyone to use their skills as best as they can.


Poor fighter: Vespasian himself is neither a skilled gunman nor a formidable bladesman, he was trained - and survived, but did never seek personal engagement or improvement in it.


Migraine: He suffers from heavy migraine from time to time, basically making unsconscious. The smallest lamp burns like a sun, the most distant noise echoes like bells, every movement of the body hurts and increases the headache.


Zealot: Vespasian the Elder lives and dies for his ideals and principles. There is nothing one can try to convince him of the opposite or to accept a point which speaks against them. Loyalty means everything to him, not necessarily being loyal to a cause or oath, but to ones personal views. Contradicting he sees every betrayal against him as a personal insult and offence of his views. This fanatical attitude does equally appeal allies and equal minds as it scares off and offends enemies.


Vespasian the Elder is a good looking man in his forties. No outlining features of his body can be noted, he is slightly ahteletic, but of a normal built. His most notable feature is his smile, which he makes use of when supporting a joke or attempting to easen a situation. The black hair is kept well maintained and the blue eyes have a sky-like colouring, making them equally bright as welcoming.


Usually seen in his yellow and black uniform, he privately wears a variety of suits. Additional items or gear include a ring with decrypting mechanics, a watch, a service blaster (GR-9 Plasma), a picture of his family.


Born on Coruscant in the house of his family, Vespasian was born into a society of merchants, well-off, but still hard working. Meant to get an equal education, he decided differently and forfeit his heritage equally as his family when he was fourteen. Taking money and a ship he moved to join the rebuilt Caridan Military Academy. First considered to be too old and not capable of keeping up with other students, as well as despised for his heritage, Vespasian offered to test him and to pay with all the money he had as well as with the ship he came with to be accepted.


The directors agreed to test him. Placed in a wargame with the best students of his year he was meant to show his skills - or in his case, his talents. The wargame lastest a week before the directors decided to stop it. Non of the more educated students could defeat him, but neither could he dominate their handling of logistics and further background knowledge (technical, physical, historical). The directors agreed to accept him.


Recieving the summa cum laudae when graduating as best of his year and proclaimed best since the academy re-opened, he was now 20. The rebuilding galaxy offered many opportunities for a skilled commander, yet he was inexperienced. Instead of heading to the next government and pledging his allegiance, he decided to go back to his family which he hadnĀ“t contacted the past years. Surprised by his return, he was welcomed, ignoring what had happened.


The following years Vespasian worked within the families trade network, incrasing the profits and building up a protective force for the freighters and traders. He chose the captains and crews himself, dealt with every application and interview on his own and build up, together with his parents who had the economical skills, a running and prospering trade organisation. Years passed by, the young man growing a man, in age and experience, fighting pirates, smugglers and scum alike.


At the age of 31, Vespasian married Alizebeth, his wife still. Today they have two children, Vespasian, called 'the Younger' and Anna.


Due to the conflicts increasing inside the core regions, the family shifted its business seat to the homeworld of the Dorn family, Ord Mantell. As soon as his father died and Vespasian took charge of the family business, he aspired higher spheres. Dominating the trade hubs of Dorin and Ord Mantell, Vespasian seeked the rulership of Ord Mantell. His reputation equal to his commercial and military power by now, the Dorn company had a considerable protective fleet.


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