Faction A Naval Awakening | Diarchy, Open

[Shan Pellian]

A Naval Awakening

For the first time in years, Shan Pellian actually felt nervous.

He had stood resolute in the face of overwhelming odds. Stared down the barrel of boarding parties without wavering and piloted a starfighter through the torments of an asteroid field to prove a point. None of that had made Shan as nervous as today. Months of work had gone into laying the foundation of todays events, and Shan had to rely on the skill and ability of others to ensure that it went ahead smoothly. He had drawn up the plans, made the logistic requests and reports, but it had been the hands of others that laid the final bricks on the path to this day.

He adjusted the gloves he wore again, a nervous habit he had picked up. He sat on a stage constructed at the entrance of the Rae Sloane Imperial Naval Academy, the main training center for the future Diarchy Naval recruits. From this walls of this facility thousands of young men and women would be trained to not only succeed in combat, but excel. They would become the tip of the spear in the Diarchy's Final War, the near prophesied galactic conflict to end war once and for all. Shan did not know if he personally believed it to be possible, but he was committed to the Diarchy, and he would do all he could to see that day come.

A thundering vibration echoed across the gathering assembly as three Acclamator Class Assault Ships, some of the first ships designed solely for usage by the Diarchy, did a flyover of the Academy behind them. Each ship was painted a deep black, with golden stripes running along the underside of the vessels. In their wake, dozens of TIE Ravagers flew in flights of a dozen craft, each one trailing red and gold smoke.

It was almost time.

Shan turned to find the Diarch's, the two brothers united in leading their nation. They had naturally been invited up to the main stage along with the other senior officials of the Diarchy. They had been given their own chairs away from the main mass on the platform, and Shan gave them a brief nod as he rose, and began to walk to the podium set at the front of the stage. He took a moment to look out over the assembling crowd. Most of them were Diarchy citizens; nobility and influential individuals who had come to witness the opening of the Academy. Others were common men and women, loyal citizens who had taken a day to come witness the future of Bastion. A few were foreign dignitaries and interested parties, welcome with an open invitation for this day.

There were so many.

Coming to a stop before the podium, Shan adjusted the mic that had been placed there. Turning, he gestured for the Diarch brothers to come stand beside him, and waited for them before he would begin.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Bastion | Rae Sloane Naval Academy
Tags: Shan Pellian Diarch Rellik

It was a momentous occasion, one that Reign had been looking forward to, for months. The effort of Shan Pellian to design the academy, implement the course work, select instructors, and oversee construction. And Damos Vakaro in ensuring the material was procured and sourced exactly to the High Admirals standards was apparent in the building that Reign now sat in front of.

Having visited the site numerous times throughout its construction, the Diarch was familiar with how this was to play out. The elevated stage for the high council was prominent, and the man of the hour stood at the podium.

As the High Admiral motioned for Reign to join him center stage, the Diarch stood. His black and gold robes flowing in the barely perceptible wind. As he crossed the stage to the other man, he took Shan’s hand in his own and with the other placed a hand on the officers shoulder.

He whispered briefly “This is quite an accomplishment, you should be proud my friend, we stand among a monument to your hard work, not mine.”

Turning he smiled and raised a hand out to the masses, reaching for them as if they were family he longed to embrace.

Being met with cheers and applause from the common folk his smile grew as he looked out upon their people.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Location: Bastion | Rae Sloane Naval Academy
Tags: Shan Pellian Diarch Reign Darth Hemorpheus

The facility was immaculate. A true showing of strength for the people in the Diarchy. Once citizens saw holovids there would be a swelling of new recruits. As the Diarch took in the site, the three Acclamator class destroyers flew over his head. Flying the colors of their faction. Today was a day to have pride, pride in the order we would all bring to the galaxy.

Contrary to his brother. Rellik had been busy setting up the Shadow laboratory and the dealing with his new bio-engineered pets so he was not able to help with the construction of the Naval Academy. It was a small moment of tribulation not having helped as much as he should have. The moment made more evident when Pallen, the ever dutiful Admiral requested the join him on stage.

As the brothers walked across the dais he whispered to Reign for a moment. "I must say, at every turn your choice to lead our navy has been exemplary." Even if Rellik would not be there all the time. The Diarchy was in good hands.

The two men approached Shan standing at the podium. Even behind Shan, he was sure the man could feel the aura of belief, pride, and glory emanating from Rellik. Reign took the Admirals hand and raised it to the crowd. Roars from those in attendance chimed in like pouring rain. Nothing could be heard above it by anyone there.

Rellik took a step to the side of Shan and bowed to the Admiral in a similar fashion to how he does when addressing them. Shan was willing to share the glory with the Diarchs today and Rellik wanted to return the favor. He did not want to address the crowd before him in case he had something prepared but the Diarch wanted to show that the citizens should admire Shan for this achievement. The High Council deserved the recognition for the effort they put in.

After his bow the Diarch awaited next to the High Admiral with his hands together in front of him. He would stand by his side until dismissed to return to their anointed seats.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Above the academy, an intense black smoke suddenly appears out of nowhere as the Ragnarok emerges from its stealth mode. The smoke dissipates, revealing the combat frigate of the Ragnarok class. A grand event calls for a grand vessel.

I head toward the hangar assigned to me and guide the frigate to its predetermined landing spot. Once landed, I descend the safety ramp and hurry to join the others in the main hall where they are gathered. I already see some familiar faces from the faction—my master, his brother, and the admiral are all present.

I approach the admiral with a slight smirk, and upon reaching him, I give a courteous and noble bow. I can't help but express my gratitude to him, showing my respect and taking full advantage of this ceremony. For the occasion, I've brought out an outfit I wore for the party in the dome: a suit that gives off a rebellious vibe.

"Admiral, I offer you my respects. Allow me to sincerely thank you for this academy. You've done an excellent job, and please accept my warm regards on behalf of the research and development team."

Having said these words, I move to stand beside my master, clasping my hands behind my back as I wait for the next events and festivities to unfold. Today is the admiral's moment, so I follow protocol carefully to ensure everything goes smoothly for this celebration.

Shan Pellian Diarch Rellik Diarch Reign Darth Hemorpheus

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

The Lord of Life was not often pried from his Lab, though an occasion as auspicious as this demanded this attendance. He came to the great citdels and walking there in a metropolis of industry that would one day rival Corellia, Hermorpheus stood in his burgundy leather and helm. the tanks of his respirator pulsating as he drew in breath. The Diarchy was entering a golden age, and he celebrated it in his heart. Diarch Reign had given him a lab and free reign to pursue The Odyssey, and Diarch Rellik had become brother in the alchemic arts. Then there was Lyssara Thrynn who was on her own ascent, showing great promise. The Seeker of The Source did not know Admiral Shan Pellian well, they ran in vastly different circles. Though The Sith Scientist did not scorn or disregard the work of the Fleet Commanders, their efforts ensured he could search the secrets of life in peace.

As he stood there looking at the behemoths of metal resting, dormant till the ceremony to christen The Ragnok, the Lord of Life was met up by his Assistant, his Darling Anastarsia who he treasured more than his own research. She approached with that breathtaking Dathomrian white hair, pure as pearls and her gray skin which was adorned with the marks of her coven, marks he wished to run his finger along and shower with kisses. Hemorpheus was a romantic, he had to be to accomplish his goals, he was trying to unlock the secret of life, and frankly that was easier through two mates and a womb. Though he did not look at Ana thus, she was not some incubator for some kind of mad science, no, her every cell was as precious as the most sacred stone. His desire to court her was growing stronger with each day, though I was aware a Night Sister by creed was the one who had to ask the question he most wanted to.

The Hierarchs of the High Council were gathering, and Hemorpheus extended his arm to The Night Sister,
"My Darling.. come, let us join the others in this grand moment that will go down in annuls of The Diarchy!"

 

[Shan Pellian]

Location: Bastion | Diarchy Naval Academy
Tags: Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Lyssara Thrynn Darth Hemorpheus

"Your guidance and leadership have paved the way to this moment," Shan said, his eyes not quite meeting the Diarch's own. Praise was something Shan did not necessarily enjoy. To do ones duty to the utmost of excellency was not an accomplishment in his eyes, it was the standard to set. The Diarchy Navy would be built by superior officers and ships, and to be anything less than at his best was a disservice to the men and women who would follow in his footsteps.

Shan turned to Lord Rellik next, bowing his head in return at the Diarch's gesture. A roar went up from the crowd at the two men's actions, and Shan had to hide the smile he felt growing on his face. The Diarch knew how to stir an audience. The smile was also in no small part to the surprise Shan had in store for the coming event.

The arrival of the Ragnarok drew excited gasps and cheers from the crowd. Shan noted the ships arrival, his mind calculating the adjustments he would need to make for the big event. He also noted, with some pleasure, that the Academies automated defenses began to track the new arrivals ship for several seconds before the IFF signal came through. The Ragnarok's arrival was as close to a real world test as Shan could have hoped for.

He waited for the captain of the vessel to arrive, inclining his head to her. "I thank you you, Lyssara Thrynn. The praise of you and the research and development department is most welcome." Turning, Shan saw the final members of the ruling council begin to congregate towards the stage. It was time.

Nodding to those around him one last time, Shan stepped up to the podium, the sensor in the device activating the microphone automatically as Shan began to speak. "Citizens of the Diarchy," his voice rang out, small drones carrying sound amplifiers spread out around the crowd, "today is a day to be remembered. Many months ago, when our Lords Reign and Rellik came to this world, they came with a vision. A vision of Order and Stability. That vision has found its home here on Bastion, but it is a dream that does not end at the confines of this world alone. The Diarchy stands for Eternal Peace across every world in this galaxy."

Turning, Shan gestured towards the Academy behind him. "The Final War, the Diarchy's drive to bring peace to the galaxy cannot be fought with words alone. It calls for brave men and women to commit themselves to an ideal greater than any one soul. At the spear tip of our drive for change is the Diarchy Navy, and its future leaders, the men and women who will fight for our Diarch's and the dream they hold will find their place here. The Rae Sloane Imperial Naval Academy will be the bedrock of our great future, a future that you will all witness here."

With his final words, a loud thunderclap echoed across the audience and the valley the Academy was in. High in the sky above the Academy, casting a shadow kilometers long, was the DNS Rellik, the first of the new Rellik Class Star Destroyers that would become the mainstay of the Diarchy Navy. The eighteen hundred meter long warship gleamed in the light of Bastion's star. To those with exceptionally good vision, they might have been able to see one of the ships turbolaser batteries swivel forward.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Shan called out, drawing all eyes back to him. "I present to you the official grand opening of the Rae Sloane Imperial Naval Academy."

A single turblolaser fired from the Rellik, a single green bolt of energy that cut across the landscape to slam into the ground meters away from a rockface. The explosion that followed was immense, debris flying out in all directions, though none of it came too close to the actual Academy or gathering. The outer layer gone, two statues were revealed beneath. The statues were of the two Diarchs, twenty meters tall with one arm outstretched. In the palm of their hands floated the emblem of the Diarchy, projected by holo emittrs hidden within the hands.

A dramatic flair was always a good way to start things.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

The ceremony officially begins, and the Commander starts his speech as the crowd cheers it's his moment of glory. He puts on a little display of power as well; a massive laser is fired from my master's ship. I can't help but smile at this show of strength, thinking to myself that it all belongs to the faction.

My gaze is full of admiration as I look at the two statues of the diarchs, clapping enthusiastically in response to the display. I'm thrilled to be here. After applauding, my attention shifts to the ecstatic crowd all these people gathered to inaugurate the academy.

I have to admit, it's an impressive achievement. The faction should be proud to have a new place to train and equip itself with purpose. A shipyard brings incredibly promising opportunities for the war effort it means we could potentially have our own ships, bearing the emblem of our faction.

I'm witnessing the birth of a new empire, one that will undoubtedly shine in every sense of the word. I can't help but feel excited, standing proudly beside my master. He appreciated the compliment from the research and development team, of which I'm a part. Everything is going perfectly.

I whistle in admiration, I close my eyes to fully enjoy the event and stay attentive around me.

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Darth Hemorpheus Shan Pellian

 

[Diarch Reign]

Of Diarchs and Men

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Location: Bastion | Rae Sloane Naval Academy
Tags: Shan Pellian Diarch Rellik

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The Diarch hadn't blinked at the thunderous sound of the turbolaser battery firing, nor at the collapse of the mountain, but what did get a rise out of him.. were the statues.

In all things the Diarchs had done, they honored their father, the visionary that set them upon this path. But, it was not until this day, that Reign had envisioned himself and Rellik could grow to be honored as well.

The statues, twenty meters tall each, with the Star of the Diarchy held between them, moved the man, more than he thought possible since the birth of his children, and the death of his father.

Smiling and clapping with the multitude of civilians, The Diarch turned to his High Admiral and, in a breach of decorum not usually seen from Reign, embraced him tightly.

he whispered "Thank you, Shan"

Loudly, as he stepped towards the podium, he said to the Citizens gathered there.

"Citizens of the Diarchy, my brothers and sisters.. what you have seen today, is not for the glory of those of us gathered upon this stage. This man here, High Admiral Pellian, has shouldered a great burden. He has become the bulwark of order, standing tall in defense of not just myself, and Rellik. But of you all, he fights for all of us, so that our children, and our children's children, may never know the chaos that has engulfed this galaxy, So that one day, when you are sitting old with your legacy all around you, You can say that the men and women of the Diarchy, men like High Admiral Shan Pellian, fought, and died, so that the younglings gathered at your feet, will never have to."

He bowed low to the High Admiral, a very public display of his respect, that those gathered in attendance would never have seen before.

He rose to the sound of thunderous applause, and the name "Shan Pellian" chanted for the whole galaxy to hear.