Public A New Order Rises - Diarchy Grand Declaration Ceremony

[Damos Vakaro]

Objective: Backroom Politics
Tags: Shan Pellian | Liin Terallo | Judah Dashiell | Ivalyn Yvarro | Merryn Sellek | Tertius C. Nargath | Open​

A small group of strangers had congregated around the table. More guests for negotiations meant more possibilities for networking, not just that but the Diarchy's chief financial advisor had also seemed to be touching base with some of the attendees. She was the placeholder of the Diarchy's Chief Financial Advisor who was going to participate in the upcoming meeting. While Damos wished to speak to the advisor personally, he had to make do with his proxy. "Of course." Damos said to Amalia and gave a slight bow of courtesy. "Given you have the advisor's authorization, you may attend."

Despite his reservations, there was business to be conducted and Councilor Shan Pellian was definitely waiting on him. "Well my esteemed colleagues. I am thankful for the opportunity to speak with you all in a more formal capacity. If you would please follow me." Damos said as he slightly bowed and gestured to the direction of the elevator. If there were any late comers they would have to check in with security, they shouldn't have any issues as longs they had prior authorization.

The elevator to the conference room was already there was the droids made way for Damos and the guests. The elevator was spacious enough for a group on occasions such as this. Especially with the viewport. As the elevator started its ascent, the city had come into view outside the elevator. Something that Damos was proud to bring up. "As I am sure, you're well aware." Damos said to this guests. "Bastion has come along way under the rule of our gracious Diarchs. What was once a fortress world has now become a prospering hub of commercial and cultural activity."

Damos had decided to let the view speak for itself. Speeders zooming through the sky lanes with skyscrapers nearly piercing the atmosphere with no military craft in sight. "With much of the galaxy in a state of constant conflict and Coruscant the once pristine seat of the galaxy in a prolonged state of recovery, the Diarchy has proven that to establish order requires not just the ambition, but the means to do so. We've turned this world into a beacon to usher a new order outside of the norms that we've been tied down to for generations. We have constructed, and please excuse me, a bastion of order and security in our own little pocket of the galaxy. We are thankful that you have chosen to trust in our Diarchs shared vision. Hopefully you can be part of it as well."

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened to reveal the sleek black hallway that led to the conference room. The admiral had been waiting for the councilor and to get this meeting started for a while now. Damos had gestured to the guests to take their seats. "Now, allow me to formally introduce myself." Damos said as he took his seat beside Pellian. "My name is Damos Vakaro, Member of the Diarchy High Council. I am head of Diarchy Logistics, My responsibilities can be boiled down to production and distribution of civilian and military supplies. I ensure that transit of people and goods in Diarchy space is efficient. I also oversee construction projects in Diarchy space. I work closely with Councilor Shan Pellian to ensure he has necessary materials to produce his ships." Damos then gestured to Shan to introduce himself to the guests.

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

Objective 1 & 2
OOC: Moving Ivalyn and Merryn away from the group, prior to being magically teleported ​

Ivalyn tilted her head slightly as her eyes rested on Director Terallo, her expression calm and measured, carrying the polished demeanor of someone who had navigated countless diplomatic exchanges. When she spoke, her voice was warm, touched with an air of understanding, though its precision left little room for misinterpretation.

"Director Terallo," she began, her tone light but thoughtful, "your concerns are entirely valid. In a galaxy as dynamic and unpredictable as ours, caution is a natural response. It is a sentiment I can both understand and respect. That said," she continued, her smile softening yet holding a quiet conviction, "progress often favors those willing to take measured steps into uncertainty, transforming it into possibility."

She gestured lightly, as if outlining an idea for consideration. "The Commonwealth has spent years cultivating an environment where innovation and stability are not abstract ideals but tangible realities. Our commitment has always been to create partnerships that endure, offering visionaries the space to thrive and build without undue concern for external turbulence."

Her gaze shifted to Judah Dashiell, a flicker of fond amusement touching her expression. "And Mister Dashiell, ever the tireless champion," she said with an affectionate tone. "Your dedication is nothing short of inspiring. I can only hope that, in time, Director Terallo, you might find reason to share in his enthusiasm. After all, some of the galaxy's most extraordinary achievements began with small acts of courage and collaboration."

Turning back to Terallo, her voice took on a gentler note, as though extending a hand rather than drawing a line. "Whenever you feel ready to explore what the Commonwealth can offer, please know that the opportunity will always remain, not as a risk but as an open door to new possibilities."

She inclined her head, her demeanor effortlessly gracious as she concluded. "I should hate to keep you occupied, Mister Dashiell, although I look forward to our continued collaboration." Ivalyn continued, "it has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance Director Terallo." With that, Ivalyn stepped back, her gaze lingering just long enough to make her exit feel intentional rather than abrupt. She along with Merryn Sellek departed the good company of Liin Terallo and Judah Dashiell aiming to wander the grounds a little more.

Ivalyn had only briefly looked through the expected attendees for the evening, skipping on meeting with the Diarchy directly. She found herself looking toward a couple of guests, Darth Caedes and Madrona A’Mia and with some purpose in her step headed in that direction.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

TAG: Darth Imperius

Cycles. What Imperius had answered with were the natural cycles of nations and war. He was not wrong, but Gerwald did not also think he was correct. It could not have been as simple as that, yet it also could be. They would play out for millennia. Even in Gerwald’s lifetime he had witnessed the rise and fall of three separate Sith Empires. The Diarchy would suffer the same fate, but would they actually accomplish anything which benefited the Sith Order.

“This Diarchy just declared war on the entire galaxy, including the Sith Order. Until such a distinction is made, that is how I see it. Whether Korriban proves useful in this endeavor or not is still to be determined. I cannot speak for them. They have their own agreements, but what would you think of one who sits with one claiming to want to see the end of the Order he serves?”

The question was not designed to be leading. Gerwald wanted an opinion. An opinion is all it would be for now. There was much to discuss among the other Dark Councilors.

“I would protect our order by keeping them strong. While the Diarchy is too far to the galactic north for me to be too concerned with whether they are a threat now or not, they are close to the Vassal state. My concern is that while I believe Korriban does what it must, what happens when there are no other enemies left?”

“We must be strong for that day. I am ready to do whatever must be done to ensure this empire survives and does not fall into the cycle which others have fallen into. I will subjugate the worlds I must, and I will ally with whomever needed, to ensure that we do not fall. There are those in our Order which may not believe as I do. There are those of our Order which I may have to kill to ensure it.”

 

[Ova Ziss]

Objective: Backroom Politics
Location: Grand Declaration Ceremony on Bastion
Tags: Tertius C. Nargath | Yuria Braay | Damos Vakaro

"Absolutely, Dantooine is open to industrial expansion", Ova replied to Tertius. He shook the man's hand warmly, a far-cry from his literal spit-take take a few moments ago. Ova made a fool of himself at the reception, but he would do diplomacy right. He resolved to listen much more than he spoke. Ova allows them to finish their conversation, and then he addresses both Tertius C. Nargath and Yuria Braay .

"This is welcome news, to hear that Kuat Drive is still in business. Maybe we could work together on some projects? I see a lot of potential in our space station. I'm thinking..." Ova smiles, smirking as he leans in towards the two. "Swoop racing. It would keep people's minds off of war, that much is certain. We could start by splitting the gate proceeds, and then--"

Ova began to excitedly talk about his plans to create more spaceships and swoop racers, but just as he did, Damos entered the room to greet them. Ova's first impression of Damos was that he appeared to be a disciplined, and rather dashing administrator. Damos had precisely the kind of academy alumni discipline that Ova had tried (and yet failed) to cultivate in his son-in-law and bodyguard Grenz. Not once did Ova see Damos slouch.

[...]

As Damos led the committee up the elevator, Ova got a magnificent look of the Bastion cityscape from a bird's-eye-view. Ova marveled at the industrial design; the architecture. The multitudinous hover vehicles and cars and swoops that traveled Bastion were dizzying. Ova took in every detail of the fabulous industrial design. But what caught Ova's eye, more so than even the architecture, was the people. They didn't seem to avoid each other like they did on Dantooine. They walked together, welcoming the company of others. They shared such large apartments and living spaces together. When they parked their hovercars, they parked next to the first person they could see. They longed for unity. Ova took the memory of Bastion in his mind's eye. This was what Ova envisioned for Dantooine. If only Dantooine could get a reconstruction like this!

Ova took his seat at the table. The introduction set the tone for the evening's diplomacy: it would more or less be all-business. Damos said in his speech that he desired for unity, quite similar to the unity Ova saw on Bastion already, and an end to the seemingly never-ending Jedi-Sith-Mandalorian conflicts.

Ova sat up a bit straighter when Damos mentioned supplies, but he didn't speak yet. He wanted people in much more senior positions than him to speak first. And, Ova wouldn't dare speak over the Diarchs, the Dark Empire councilors, or the King of Korriban. Supplies meant business. Business meant credits. Credits meant that more Dantari people would get out of their bad situations faster.

The other people around the table would notice that Ova is considerably more quiet and reserved, when he is forced to sit at a table and speak to his perceived Dark Empire foes. The Sith - well, Ova still wasn't sure about them just yet. In Ova's mind, they were simply hard-working people - just like the Mandalorians on his own planet - who had been done a great disservice by the Jedi. The Jedi were no different: they did war-mongering, too.

Ova noticed that he was unconsciously playing with the holopen he was using to take notes. He put it down and crosses his hands.

Ova listened intently to Shan's speech.

Be professional. Be professional.

 

[Liin Terallo]

Objective: 2

I listen quietly with a well practiced smile. The promises and prospects may be genuine, however I still have my reservations. I do not need the war machine leaders of any of the super powers to suddenly seize control over our assets within their territory. And another trade embargo would also be very hurtful. Although I would assume that Mister Dashiell would try to prevent such a thing from occurring. I just have so very little faith in those that rule over such a large territory. I am no Force Wizard, so I am of little value or concern to them. And neither are our biomolecules. At the very least I hope that the latter is more true than the former. For I can always be replaced, whereas biomolecules cannot.

"I will be sure to mention it to the Board of Directors. It was lovely to meet you both." That is about all that I can promise for now. I have barely treaded in any territory that was not neutral and free. It is very easy to be shown how small and insignificant one is while amongst a sea of Force Wizards. And while amongst the super powers as well. Already some have tried to sway New Cov into joining their territory, of which we had politely declined. I can only hope that all such requests would be made politely, rather than by brute force. But I am no fortune teller. Mores the pity.

I give Mister Dashiell a sidelong glance as I finish my wine. Oh he was a sly one. My attention returns to Tertius C. Nargath 's assistant and I cannot help but feel a pang of guilt for not taking up her position tonight. However my dealings with the Diarchy was from their very start. I had to be here to represent that which helped to fund them in the first place. Other than that I had been working on projects and exchanging ideas with Karl Von Strauss . I have certainly not been slacking in my work. I can only hope to not be reprimanded for it. One can only do so much, after all.

As if by a saving grace, we all are ushered away from the hall and up an elevator to the conference room. I keep quiet while I listen in on the conversations around me as we walked. Once at the table, I take my seat. It seemed as though Mister Ziss was also unnaturally quiet. From what little that I know of him, he is usually a lot more boastful with the urge to speak before he thinks. Hmm. How strange indeed.

Tags: Judah Dashiell Ivalyn Yvarro Damos Vakaro Ova Ziss Diarch Reign Shan Pellian Yuria Braay

 

[Yuria Braay]

Bastion

"At Kuat Drive Yards, we're driven to excel."
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Yuria turned slowly to the governor-elect who had joined in on the conversation and as he introduced himself to the Admiral the Kuati spotted one of the wait staff passing by with a tray of champagne glasses and before he could stop to offer her a glass, she had already managed to grab one. As Ova Ziss turned his attention to Yuria she listened but it seemed as if most of her attention was focused on the glass of champagne, which she held up against the light to watch it fizz and bubble.

As Ova Ziss concluded his introductions she lowered the glass and eyed his hand warily before extending her own. Her hand was cold to the touch and under the light of the Bastion sun it's duranium colouring shimmered. After the handshake had concluded it returned to it's position resting behind her back.

She watched as he presented two business cards. While she had shook his hand this was a whole other matter, one dealt by SD09 who leaned over Yuria without so much as a word to accept it on her behalf.

"Mr. Ziss, I've heard rumours of an upstart shaking up the corporate landscape of Dantooine." Her attention then turned to Tertius who's comment on the state of the Drive Yards had not escaped her. She stared daggers at him and did not raise her glass in return.

"We have been rebuilding since the Civil War but our shipyards are working diligently in the Alliance's war against the Empire." As she spoke she swirled the champagne glass gently until a small vortex had begun to form.

"As for an expansion to the Outer rim... " Her head tilted to the side as she looked for the words. "Whenever we've expanded out to the Braxant Run trouble seems to follow Kuat home. It is actually why I have come to talk to the Admiral here today." she said as her head turned towards Shan. "A little problem I have on Entralla."

Having sufficiently gained all entertainment value out the champagne glass she placed it on the tray of a passing waiter, having not drank a single drop of the stuff . As Ova Ziss began to talk of Space Stations and Swoop racing she appeared to listen but her eyes said otherwise.

"Kuat is known for its warships Mr. Ziss." her eyes narrowed back onto the man. "We don't know much at all about swoop racing and leisure stations. Besides, it seems you have some far more... willing contractors here." her tone had turned more monotonous, talk of bread and games bored her.

Before the conversation could continue the delegates began to be ushered towards the meeting hall and Yuria allowed herself to fall to the back of the group. She looked rather annoyed, something her droid had picked up.

"If Ms. Braay had decided to involve herself earl-"

"Quiet." she snapped back as she stared out the window. "In any case, we may have to deal with the Entralla question ourselves."

As they entered the elevator she got a full view of Bastion. She remembered someone once told her father had spent time on the planet, that wretched man. This type of place suited him perfectly.​

Shan Pellian Ova Ziss Tertius C. Nargath Liin Terallo Damos Vakaro @Everyone else going to Objective 2​

 

[Darth Imperius]

Gerwald Lechner

Imperius had a critical flaw that translated to his personal ambitions and planning. He did not perceive time in hours, days, weeks or even months. It was a heartbeat, all the same and gone in the blink of an eye. A fatal difference that could only be experienced by someone who had lived long enough to see the collapse of all but three of the eleven Sith Empires, it was an outlook to diplomacy and economy that made him ideal for achieving eventual greatness, proven through his rebuilding of Zakuul and Iokath as industrial, technological and economic powerhouses. But it left him detached from mere day to day politics.

"I do not know the King of Korriban. He is a vassal of the one I am serving next to and I do not assume that his two-facedness would easily fool Darth Carnifex. Though the potential infiltration and won trust aside that could harbor a pact, I believe a Sith does not belong at the side of its natural enemy, it is already revolting to be present among these hypocrites and blind, lobotomised followers of a dream-idea. To be seen as a part of them, not an ally, but member, is not worth the deception or whatever he is aiming for."

"Peace is a lie."

His gaze looked somewhat amused as it turned towards the Dread Wolf.

"No enemies left? Our war is eternal, Lord Wrath. Our supremacy and dominion a goal so distant that it is almost beyond the horizon." He paused. "Almost."

"But I stand with your vision of Empire. Only if we stand united in our passion, we will stand united in conquest. It is however some way to go to achieve such cohesion, unity and discipline in our ranks. These petty factions, fueled by ancient dogma, religious worship, deluded ideals and narrow-minded self-importance vying for power require to be cracked down and made aware of their unimportance in the grand plan of our Sith Empire."

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

TAG: OPEN

Hemorpheus had been part of the Inner Circle of Diarchy, he had a lab bequeathed by Diarch Reign himself, and there with Anastarsia he had begun his search for The Threshold, to discover the Power Behind Life itself. When he had learned what The Declaration would be, the Darth found himself at crossroads. After some soul searching he had decided to resign from The Archon post, and went for a time to join The Sith Order, and then be the pupil of Nyxira Valis who had promised him a path to achieve his Great Odessey. Then he was reunited with Darth Nexion , his brother, Lord of Death, whom he tilted with and seemingly gained victory over, though a Necromancer's defeat is more of a tactical retreat, how does one bring death to Death's Liege Lord? And how as Lord of Life can Hemorpheus trully usher one to the Underworld?

On Peridea Former Achon had found himself refomed, there he was reunited with Ana and Lyssara Thrynn in the cradle of the Witchkingdom of the Dathomiri. There in another galaxy, The Lord of Life reaching the Threshold, now has returned to A Galaxy Far, and having recieved an invitation, to his great amusement, he has come to see old friends. There in the Halls of Bastion, the Lord of Life moved in a gate of reticence, his armor of blood shimmering beneath the lamps, and his face uncovered as it had not been in those early days. His long red locks flowing, and his eyes aglow with gilded light, for he had looked upon The Source itself, and he was much altered, though not entirely so, for he had been interrupted in his metamorphis by a Witch.. yes, the witch whom he most loved, Ana...

Looking upon the many faces, he saw many had come from all factions, Lords of the Sith, Jedi Masters, and all others to bear witness to The Declaration. He knew what it was, and yet a part of him now understood its boldness. For when he had touched the Source itself, he began to see the futility of many, that these wars for territories were as inconsequential to the greater battle waging all around them; a struggle between the cradle and the crypt, in which they were players, yes the wars helped fill the coffins of Death, while others sought to harvest and maintain Life. The struggle was eternal, and they all were part of it, Life and Death, Death and Life...

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: @OPEN

As Rellik walked away into the crowd of citizens he heard his brothers commenting towards Ova Ziss, Tertius and himself. An understanding of the greater picture personified his words. The two of them would one day die upon the field of battle together or as old men within their perfect galaxy. If the Diarchy was a a single planet or a thousand worlds - the brothers will be side by side. He was passion, the urge to fight and protect those he loved, these were worthy attributes indeed but the Co-Head knew the means to arriving at that destination were varied and incalculable. Rellik would turn around as his brother spoke and with a eyes closed smile, lift his hand to him in a sign of love. The two inseparable bastions upon the tidal wave of the galaxy. He turned to continue knowing his brother would charismatically lead further backroom politicking with their vision in his heart. Both having their strengths and their weaknesses.

Moving to the bar he ordered a drink. A Fiery Mustafarian, something to ignite his soul for the long night ahead. His gaze wandered as those willing to hear their pleas made way to the elevator to the conference rooms. Business men/women with financial prospects to gain, a vital and necessary tool for the long journey ahead. He hoped they would see their path as one that would remove all restrictions upon their dealings. Imagining a galaxy where trade was free and pirates/marauders were killed, not left to break out of prison and rob them of everything once again. Fair and honest commerce amongst all peoples. He had wished to see representatives from the alliance, Mandalorians and more move to speak more in depth but alas, that is not what the Whills had in store for them.

The sweet ting of the alcohol went down, warming Relliks chest and confirming he was still alive among all of the chaos. Than as quickly as he removed himself from the limelight the citizens of the Diarchy flooded the young lord in recognition and as the crowd clamored he moved to the center of the area. The group now circling him Rellik divulged in the joy of it all and broke down in dance. The average man now a part of the celebration with him. After finishing his short stint as the main event he moved to the closest person he knew, a business owner and construction manager and put his arms over their shoulders, the duo interlocked with each person at their side and eventually a large group swayed with them in a dance that linked the arms of many. The citizens, lords and music of the Diarchy all in tune for at least one moment of bliss.

Rellik could sense something more maleficent moving beyond the scenes, never fading from his thoughts. Crowds cheering and bussling with excitement surrounded the Diarch and although he put on a face of glee his eyes glared apprehensively to the dangers of the room. Was it Darth Imperius who he sensed? He noticed him standing near Gerwald Lechner during their speech but it did not appear to be so. It was something... more. The Diarch continued to dance. If this is what the force deemed his fate than he would accept it with a fight. Until that moment, he would be a man among his people.

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The festivities had to slow down as he knew people would be wishing to speak to him as well. Ova Ziss requested him personally as Reign was aligning both himself and the governor so he would oblige the man. The Diarch wanted to speak to Darth Imperius quite a bit. Hoping to seek his understanding that Tenebrae moved past the Sith order himself at one point, Zaakul itself a gleaming example of a galaxy that could be. Though it appeared that would need to be a conversation for another night.

Moving to the elevator where the others had previously gone, he looked around awaiting anyone who might wish to engage him one last time. He noticed a woman with beautiful purple hair he had never seen before in Astride Velvet and wondered from where she came. A beautiful specimen but something he would need to approach another night for politics were in his way. As the ding arrived of the elevator Rellik looked one more time at the room, at the galaxy he hoped would accept them and whispered under his breath.

"A beautiful mess you are. In the end no single person could bring you to heel. I love you my dear, I await the dance you have prepared for me."

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

“I can’t believe we’re allowed to attend something like this. It’s not like we’re big names. You’re only slightly less of a nobody than I am,” he teased. His playful jab had an undertone of sincerity, though—both of them still had so far to climb if they wanted to stand on equal footing with the lords and officials milling about.

Naami had the bearing of a teen at ease despite the formal setting, at least while walking around with Gavin. He gave the man's words a long thought and answered with a solemn nod, a clap on the back.

As things become more serious though the zabrak grew much the same. It was with dutiful stoicism that the Kor'ethyr student formally greeted both The Diarchy and Darth Caedes , King of Korriban. No one observing the teen could know from looking but the way Naamino bowed to the clawdite was laden with meaning. The complexities of the zabrak's purpose here were suddenly forefront of his mind.

As those great men took to the stage, the Sith ascendant listened with spine straight and mind turning. His mind for politics yet requires honing but he faced that moment with all the gravitas one looks upon a battlefield. Even as the speeches drew to a close, as applause rang out and some verbal opposition levied, the teen was deep in rumination. In a galaxy at war, how firm could alliances be? How strong the bond of brothers at arms and how binding their various ideologies or values?

Naamino Zuukamano had much to consider and even more to learn. He returned to the present moment eventually, milled about and did his best to be a supportive presence to Gavin who clearly felt out of place in his own way at this fancy party. However, he couldn’t help being lost in rumination every time that conversation lapsed or he had a moment to himself.

[OOC Exit, Naami remains to socialize]​