Public Divide Et Impera [For Imperial Characters] - Imperial Forum on Zakuul

[Reborn Nemesis]

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Zakuul | The Spire | Palace of the Eternal Dragon
Imperial Forum

Zakuul had been chosen for its distance to current regimes and neutrality of past decades, even the gone Nelvaanian Eternal Empire's influence has been faded into obscurity through the new re-emergence of their own identity and embrace of their own history. But none of that really mattered today, it were not dragon banners that dominated the grandeur of the Eternal Palace, it were banners of red, black and white with imperial emblems finely stitched onto them. Galactic Empire, Fel Empire, Dark Empire, New Imperial Order, Empire of the Lost, Risen Empire, Imperial Covenant, Tarkin Initiative, Commonwealth and more obscure and older banners decorated the walls. It had become commemoration of imperial identity and imperial diversity.

With droids assigned to tend to everyones needs from beverages to food, with Knights of Zakuul standing guard to assure safety and security, with invitations sent to all imperial representatives, remnants and worlds, there was little in the way of making the fall of two Empires the rebirth of a new era for imperial vision, ambition and strength. But the path is a long one and the road lined with the rocks of differences, individualism and opposing ideologies. Yet those that seek to see the banner of a true Empire fly high once should for a single occasion be able to put aside their differences and come together.

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The invitation extended to all those that align with imperial ideology, be it New Order, First Order, Felism, Tarkinism, Vaikenism, Pellaeonism, New Imperial Order - all that adhere to the Iron Sun and its successors as well as predecessors are welcome and guaranteed both safe passage and absolute safety on the premise and planet. The exchange is not to foster hostilities or deepen rifts but offer a place and audience to share visions and ambitions, to re-define the Imperial cause in the Galaxy, even to mend wounds or forge pacts where possible.

Objective 1: Imperial Forum​

In the Palace of the Eternal Dragon, home of Moff Aurelian Sigismund and headquarters of the Knights of Zakuul, the leaders, representatives and their retinues of the emerging Imperial factions, states and remnants meet to discuss the future of the Imperial cause. A large room has been prepared, bright with natural light, white and grey interior with blue artificial lights very much in the style of Zakuul.​

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One after one they would be greeted and placed, having their own tables and groups of chairs, not too close and not too far away from each other, all arrayed in a semi-circle around a central podium. The schedule was very quite straight forward. An introduction would be offered by the host before each of the Imperials would have the chance to present their vision for the Empires to come, for what the Imperial cause needs and what they might be willing to do or provide for it.​

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Objective 2: The Courtyard​

The gardens outside the Palace, offering a grand view on the Spire, the capital of the planet, as well as multiple adjacent rooms have been prepared to host the retinues and companions of the delegations with food, beverages and music. It is by no means a Nar Shaddaa nightclub but a formal imperial gala that would usually require some more brass, requiring formal dress-code and is entirely expected to go with neither excess nor incidents. A chance for all followers of the Imperial cause to meet and greet.​

| Karl Von Strauss | Selrik Lorcas | Marlon Sularen | Teckla Tane | Adrien Mostarr | Pel Grennin | Meredith Rayner | Lord Rasnuhl | The Lord of Hunger | Saltare Dothon | Darth Moskvin | TK-1313 "Lotus" | CT-2282 "Justice" | Onrai |

Open to all Imperial Characters (only Imperial)
OOC Thread​

 

[Aemhyr Fel]

Imperial Forum

Aemhyr had never been to Zakuul. It was world quite far removed from the day to day business of both the old Empire as well as the Galaxy at large. He knew that it played a brief, pivotal role but faded into obscurity afterwards only to be picked up by Imperius Indomitus to be reforged and rebuilt. Yet its remoteness and neutrality as well as past affiliation with Imperial causes, made it a perfect neutral spot to host the forum. He put in the request with the Imperator and it was promptly approved, offering more than just an avenue, but the palace of the world itself as location for the meeting.​

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Weeks of preparations followed, preparations that Aemhyr oversaw himself to make sure the place is ready, adequate and that both safety and security to everyone attending could be guaranteed. The local forces were more than forthcoming and the Imperial banner certainly seemed to make them aid more willingly. Even if their vision of an Empire was different than his own, it was nevertheless a bond shared that they believed in similar goals. In essence, this was what he aimed for. To find what they shared, to elevate the cause and philosophy they believed in and put it on the central stage - not focus on the failures of the past or the differences that ended relations before they even begun.​

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Now he stood at the entrance of the Palace of the Eternal Dragon, wearing a uniform dress in dark grey with red trim, rank plates on his left chest and some medals and accolades of the New Imperial Order on the right, code cylinders flanking and a long cape hanging from his back, depicting the symbol of the Imperial Nemesis Legion. His polished high boots were reflecting the light in them. He was unarmed as a few meters from him, at the actual gate, stood two white Zakuulan Knights guard, several more were spread all over the place.​

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It was not too busy yet, Zakuulans, former Dark Empire members, some New Imperial remnants were present and silently conversing between the finely trimmed shrubberies, trees and calming fountains. He hoped more would come.​

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[Onrai]

Objective 1
Tags: Karl Von Strauss Selrik Lorcas Marlon Sularen Teckla Tane Adrien Mostarr Pel Grennin Meredith Rayner Lord Rasnuhl The Lord of Hunger Saltare Dothon Darth Moskvin TK-1313 "Lotus" CT-2282 "Justice" Aemhyr Fel

The spindly form of the Pluton-class battleship entered the system, all systems primed and fully functional despite the ship's age. It was the Ablution, a ship anyone who had been in the Imperial sphere would recognize. Flanking the ship were a pair of Invictus-class Star Destroyers. These aged relics had been converted to training ships, but were still functional, and their presence was more ceremonial than practical. They were here as an explicit reminder of the original Imperial future that had long since been lost to the fragmented factionalism and myriad of different paths the successors to the first Sith Empire formed after the Gulag Plague had taken. Perhaps, in a sense, they also provided authority to the one on board the Ablution who would be representing the faction's interests.

Vanessa Vantai landed on Zakuul with her retinue in tow. The 'honor guard' she possessed wore a variety of different armors - some were wearing the plate she had made for the Dark Empire. Some wore armor that had widely disseminated among the surviving factions of the last Sith Empire before its collapse. Some were even wearing practically archaic plate, long obsolete. All possessed their original heraldry, scarred and beaten. The blonde herself wore the same sort of simple black robe she had almost always been seen in for nearly seventy years. The Enigma's formation had been the first step towards a brighter Imperial future, but when the fragmented Imperial remnants had yet been invited to Zakuul to gather and perhaps determine a unified future, Vanessa had almost no choice but to come and participate. Whatever occurred, a settlement had to be reached between these warlords around a single unifying goal, or else they were going to once more be relegated to the dustbin of galactic history. The ultimatum was simple.

Join, or die.

"For your sake and mine, I hope this goes well." She said to Saltare Dothon , open for conversation to the others as she headed towards the palace entrance.

 

[Torgath Warsaw]

Onrai Aemhyr Fel ​

Warsaw stood quietly in the designated space, his hands folded neatly behind his back while his personal Imperial Armored Commandos stood nearby to provide some semblance of protection. His presence was often imposing, not from physical stature but from the sheer intellectual energy that seemed to surround him. His mind was always calculating, observing, analyzing, even when others believed themselves to be engaging in casual conversation.

The imperial banners of Zakuul's Eternal Palace loomed in the background, their colors a stark contrast to the cool, clinical demeanor that Warsaw embodied. He had come to this forum with a singular purpose: to observe and to ensure that the Tarkin Initiative's vision was carried forward to ensure that another Dark Empire would not meet the same fate, being humiliated by the Mandalorians and the Foundation.

The invitation had been a curiosity. The mingling of so many Imperial remnants each with their own ideological bias, historical grudge, or belief system was certainly… informative. But Doctor Warsaw had no illusions. He knew that such a gathering was not without its political intrigue, nor without a certain amount of underhanded bargaining. But it was also a rare opportunity to observe the depths of imperial ambition.

His eyes swept across the room as others arrived, their varied uniforms and regalia marking the factions they represented. He noted the uneasy interactions, the veiled glares, and the subtle posturing signs of distrust, certainly, but also hints of potential alliances. Even in an era of fractured identities, such moments of interaction were useful in the grand game of political maneuvering.

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[Darth Moskvin]

Too Greedy, Too Deep

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

Objective 1
Gear: In Sig
Familiar: Archimedes​

O'Death

Quietly I stood on the bridge of the Ablution, hands intertwined and resting casually on my lower back as I stared into the darkened void of space. There was a time I despised flying, finding it unsettling; nearly rattling my nerves. Now, I found a sense of passion, not peaceful in nature, but something rather pleasant in the humming and motions from ships. Perhaps, after all these years, I was finally falling into maturity. But I doubt it.

The first thing I noticed after departing the transport shuttle was the elaborate and very artistic architecture of the Palace, so foreboding, yet so alive in the trio of colors it boasted. The symbol of Imperialism. I followed the others, watching how Onrai would interact with the growing delegates and interesting parties, for I was a girl of action, now conversations. However, I felt it was time to at least make an effort in conversational etiquette or stab it painfully to force it to adjust to my personal etiquette.

We stumbled across a slightly familiar face, though Onrai knew him enough to openly speak to him in a terse tone, I simply nodded my head in the direction of Saltare Dothon . That was my attempt, though I needed to work on it better, of trying to be somewhat polite; for me anyway. What I found more intriguing than drowning in a conversational pool of 'my peers' was the gathering of those to come, and to see those that had already arrived early and promptly on time.


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[CT-2282 "Justice"]

Objective 2: The Courtyard

Tag: Open

Justice stood over the crowd in one of the various guardposts that dotted the garden's peremiter, letting out a yawn that rattled around his helmet. He was glad that it couldn't be heard by the guests below. Even being tired after taking a double shift for a sick brother would be seen as a unpermishable weakness by some of the... darker... representives down there. Letting out an internal groan, he couldn't help but think that all this waiting and watching was rotting his mind away. When is that relief going to come up here?

Steps coming up the metal stairs were thankfully enough to shake him out of his haze. One of the other clones from his unit was coming up to relieve him. "I didn't think you had it in you. A 12 hour shift of this pure boredom would put me to sleep" the other clone... Thrasher he thought his brother's name was. Their unit had been morphed so much during this transition from the Empire of the Lost to this new coalation that it was easy to get name's lost in the shuffle. "Ehh, wasn't a total snoozefest. I'm pretty sure I saw one of the rich guys down there get caught with his affair partner by his wife. Watching the screaming match between all of them shaved atleast an hour off the clock. Good luck" Signing off with a causal two finger salute, he collected his gear and made his way down the stairs, schemeing how much food he could steal from the refreshment's table before he was escorted out and thrown to the curb.

 

[Kroeger]

D E M O N
IRON LEGION
'THOSE ONCE LOYAL'
Aemhyr Fel | Torgath Warsaw | Onrai | Darth Moskvin | CT-2282 "Justice"

ALL A GHOST
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This place stenched of the darkness. A congregation to Imperialism, wrought with the false pretenders. He assumed this place would be teeming with the fragile egos of maligned and upstart officers of false militaries and inheritors to the now fallen and crumbled crown of the Iron Sun which had long gleamed its holy light of order and ironclad Empire across vast swathes of the Galaxy. Kroeger was one of the last of the Old Guard among them who'd seen the field of battle in the Third Imperial Civil War, the Second Hyperspace War and most recently the Core Wars. It showed in his ensemble. He appeared as an officer of the New Imperial Order, though shirked much of the regulatory standards which had been rigidly enforced for decades in favor of his own style of dress. A padded tanker's jacket closed over his armorweave bodyglove and Archais Brushstroke fatigues beneath. The left side sewn with the emblem of his chosen Legion, the Lost and the Damned, representing the slain skull of the good Imperator Tavlar with the silhouette of a black snake emerging from its laughing throat.

A foreboding emblem, but to this point, not one that had carried great strength in some time. An old symbol of the hardline Imperial rebellion that brought the Zambrano led Sith Empire to its knees. The other shoulder, sewn with the symbol of the First Armored Assault Division , among Imperial standards an indication that he'd seen combat with the unit and now allowed to display its colors in permanence. The very same which he braved the Base Delta Zero on Ziost with which left him fatally wounded and only barely repaired with cybernetics, not that much of it could be discerned beneath the weaving bandages that now pressed against his skull. A further consequence wrought by the Battle of Coruscant, where he'd shot dead a Sith Lord in Galactic City, abandoning his short lived plans to sponsor a military coup of the Sith'ari state.

Since? A rogue element of the Lost and the Damned now carrying the Imperial colors. Seen in battle beside the Mandalorian Neo Crusaders or bandit fighting on worlds held by the Trade Federation. The numbers would swell in time, but for now, a fledgling among these supposed Imperial 'warlords'. It wasn't long upon entering the hall, his boots carrying heavy, meticulous footfalls that he sparked a cigarette, bringing it to his half-organic, half-cybernetic lips with a long draw of the rolled stimulant herbs within.

He felt no need to don himself in ornate or pompous finery, nor pull a detail to escort him here. He entered alone, The Long Night of Solace looming silently in orbit of this world. Those of the Dark Imperial colors might recognize him as a treason-er, having slain a Sith Lord of their own amidst the Battle of Coruscant. If any remained of the long slumbering Order, they might recognize him as one of its veteran officers but one abrasive, hardliner and aggressive in his own right. Another indication being the dead void he'd left in the flowing winds of the Force around him. Enhanced with the Adekon Nanogene, he was a blank, Force Dead and unreadable, undetectable for those imbued to try and pry.

When he tread past Fel, his eyes kept to the younger man for a moment, plume of smoke escaping the cherried, ember tip of his cigarette, eyes flushing through the symbols, medals and rank plates of the younger man's attire trimmed in red, what was once reserved for those who had gone through the bloody trials at Fort Rex to become Stormtroopers, he now assumed to be the man's personal taste, given the undiscernable insignia displayed on his cape. All flashy finery befit those who had to make clear through spectacle that their respect was demanded and little of it earned.

He waited for whom ever was to lead this gaggle to take the stage and demand their attention lest another approach him. Until then, he'd nurse his cigarettes in silent observation of the others.

 

[Saltare Dothon]

Saltare had transited in system aboard the Ablution, following in the retinue of Onrai . He watched the world spin lazily below them before they boarded their ships and began the descent. Saltare had never been to Zakuul, and had never been privy to these forums and briefings higher ranking members of the Empire held.

It was a different feeling, dropping toward a planet to talk rather than fight. Not unnatural, but different. As the shuttles streaked through the air, Saltare felt a slight buzz inside him, almost correlating to nervousness, but not quite.

Their shuttle landed, and they exited, a whole entourage en route to the palace. The palace was large and foreboding, with a myriad of different banners snapping in the wind. Some Saltare recognized; others, he did not. Saltare made eye contact with Darth Moskvin , seeing the slight nod of respect, which he returned, dipping his helmetless head toward her.

As he approached, he heard Onrai state, "For your sake and mine, I hope this goes well."

"I agree," he replied as they continued, "Here we can stand together and conquer or be divided and be whittled away to nothing. We'll see what these Imperial egos will do for each other, but I won't hold my breath. Politicians and leaders not tested on the battlefield have no concept of comradery. They only want what's best for themselves."

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[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION:
OBJECTIVE:
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | The Enforcer
TAG: Imperius Indomitus | Darth Moskvin | Onrai | Torgath Warsaw | Kroeger

Like a hungry shadow, the Gluttoneria approached the planet of Zakuul, a true prize for those more familiar with its history, its legacy and the infamy it had garnered in the distant past. Long prior to Kalidan, Zakuul had been the staging ground for the Eternal Empire, the seat of power for the man who'd become known as Valkorion and who'd throw the galaxy into an era of war and chaos. Yet, for those who had taken their time to study history, to understand and even live the past as it were, Zakuul was a beacon of possibility, of strength and of continuity, for even now, after so many eons of time having passed, the legacy of Tenebrea was still very much active.

It was when the massive battlecruiser finally started to settle in its orbit around the planet, that a small shuttle launched itself from the bowels of the enormous beast of ersteel and infinium, traversing into and through the atmosphere of Zakuul in order to reach the place it needed to be, the appointed location where Imperius Indomitus would open up negotiations and diplomatic talks with people from all over the galaxy, attempting to unite or at the very least persuade the imperial factions into some sort of understanding. It was a wise choice in The Lord of Hunger's eyes, to try and get all those who claim to be imperial in any form, with any sort of belief, to either band together or to draw a line in the sand from which they could unilaterally operate and act against those who would defy the very essence of imperialism.

As his shuttle landed on one of the many launchpads, the Lord of Hunger exited the craft, flanked by his Sceleratii, while he did doubt there would be any need to have such an excessive force to bodyguard him, considering his ever failing health, the abomination in the force did not take any chances, especially with the knowledge that there could be powerful individuals that could threaten him at this meeting. All it took was after all, a single bad move, a few unsavory words for this entire meeting to turn into a screaming match or an absolute bloodbath. Two things the Lord of Hunger would prefer to avoid.

Upon his arrival, his eyes, vibrant in their hues of crimson and gold, calmly observed those who had been present already; from a scientist who had recently been in the spotlight, Vanessa Vantai; the manifestation of Onrai which ever since their last encounter made Credius wonder just how little those two resembled one another, despite one being the literal spawn of the other. A few more who the Lord of Hunger happened to recognize from some place or another were visible, but for now, the abomination would keep himself in the background, avoiding too much attention, as he intentionally suppressed his hunger, his rage and with some help from his armor: his pain, allowing him to wait and see in relative peace and quiet.​

 

[Lord Rasnuhl]

Tags:

Lord Rasnuhl arrived upon the RDF Courageous painted in the ISA's colors with his factions as a dual stripe. The meeting is supposed to be one of a conference of Imperial kind one to bring forth understanding... hopefully. Wearing a military uniform with white chest piece, gauntlets and grieves no helmet. Finally attaching his lightsaber, his delegation flew down on an imperial LAAT having a squad of his marines aboard.

From the time his ship arrived Lord Rasnuhl drank in the sights of the planet so steeped in history, felt its signature in the force. Upon landing on one of the many platforms he began looking at all the regalia that the planet had amassed. As he walked to the meeting area Lord Rasnuhl couldn't help but notice the vast arrays of banners... some from factions he recognized in closing the late Empire of the Lost & Dark Empire. But many, many more were foreign. Only his general the female Zabrak Hekae and one guard came along for the talks away from the transport.
I wonder if Karl or any other the others will be here? He mused to himself.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

D I V I D E_E T_I M P E R A

EMPIRE REBORN
ZAKUUL, WILD SPACE

Marlon Sularen had done this routine before, attending Imperial Conferences and whatnot. He had attended a previous general Imperial Conference at Tion hosted by the then fledgling Empire of the Lost and before hand had attended an Imperial Summit at Eriadu hosted by the delusional self-proclaimed High Moff of Eriadu, Vandar Tarkin. During both events, Sularen had sought to establish ties with and improve his reputation among other prominent Imperials although his efforts back then had yielded limited results. At Eriadu he was utterly humiliated by Tarkin and was forced out of the summit while at Tion, he had made little progress in terms of improving his reputation.

But now Sularen had been presented with a new opportunity, not only to further cement himself as a major figure of Imperialism by building greater connections with the other Imperials present. His only concern however was that he might have to deal with the same types of Imperials he'd dealt with at Eriadu. Stuck-up arrogant assholes who were too closed-minded to accept any viewpoints other then their own, whose irrational and stubborn mindset might potentially compromise today's summit especially if they proved to be too reactionary. Nevertheless, having dealt with such types before, the Warlord of the Empire was ready to confront such individuals and put them down should they make the mistake of barking too loud.

Thus, the Imperial Warlord would soon arrive at the Zakuulan Palace, flanked by his trusted aide Colonel Rackham and a security detachment of SpecNav Commandos led by Joseph Torson . Meanwhile Warlord's flagship, the INV Sularen's Revenge remained parked in orbit of the Zakuul, a symbol of the Warlord's growing power. Soon enough, Warlord Sularen would soon proceed to take his seat, waiting for others to follow suit and for the Imperial Forum to officially begin as he eagerly awaited to hear what type of vision the other Imperials had in mind for the Imperials of the galaxy moving forward.

Tags | Onrai | The Lord of Hunger | Aemhyr Fel | Darth Moskvin | Kroeger | CT-2282 "Justice" | Torgath Warsaw | Saltare Dothon | Lord Rasnuhl ​

 

[Teckla Tane]

Objective: Observe the Imperial Forum
Location: Zakuul | The Spire | Palace of the Eternal Dragon
Outfit: Quasesitorum Robes
Equipment: See Bio
Tags: OPEN

Teckla uncharacteristically shuffled into the forum with silence and near stealth. She was usually a vocal leader from the frontlines. This however was a fact finding mission. Who was capable of bringing order. In supporting Velran Kilran Teckla had hoped the ferocity of the fallen Emperor would be able to be harnessed to bring the entire galaxy under his maniacal thumb. That did not happen. Now Teckla saw the possibility that many would be needed to hold order galaxy wide.

Imperials seemed to like order. At least on the surface. In practice some brought more chaos than the laissez-faire attitude of the Galactic Alliance. Something to die with the tightening of a grip causing something to squirm more. So in coming to Zakuul, Teckla meant to judge who among the fledgling Empires would have the capability to properly exhibit order and who would cling so tight that chaos was inevitable. Who would require her guiding hand and wisdom? Who would require the might of her hammer?

The crowd when Teckla entered was not too large, an unfortunate happening when desire for stealth exists. The ones present were strange to her. Some might have appeared in holonet research, some were anonymous, only Lord Rasnuhl and Marlon Sularen were faces that Teckla had seen in person. She was glad to see someone from the ISA present. The Empire may have fallen, but Teckla still had faith in her former compatriots.

 

[Aemhyr Fel]

Onrai | Torgath Warsaw | Darth Moskvin | Kroeger | Saltare Dothon | The Lord of Hunger | Lord Rasnuhl | Marlon Sularen | Teckla Tane​

Imperial Forum

Aemhyr did not just stood still and let everyone walk past him, he moved around, not in search but neither undetermined, looked at those that were arriving, those that were straight going in and those that were dwelling on the outside.​

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First of note to come was Vanessa Vantai of Ord Mantell, her bodyguard wearing various armors and it offered a brief chill down Fel's spine, if everyone came with vast bodyguard detachments the message was clear - there was no trust among those that arrived. They had a guarantee of safe passage, Zakuulan Knights and Commandos were present to guarantee a smooth and secure schedule, the Eternal Fleet hung above the planet. It left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth once he passed her and respectfully nodded in greeting.​

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She was accompanied by someone who smelled of death and met another one who was undoubtedly a soldier. They were all members of the now fallen Dark Empire. All those who had followed the creature Solipsis and its deceitful union with Korvan who the latter did not survive. It reminded him of the current state of affairs, but with a different feeling to it. Maybe he was too close to see it?​

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Doctor Warsaw and his guard repeated the earlier reminder of deep rifts among the followers of the Iron Sun. It was disappointing and worrying, but it would bring forth the ones that were ready and able to continue the Imperial dream and showed who were not, either by failure or by death. He then saw the long look the New Imperial Order officer gave him and returned it.​

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First Armored Division, he thought when seeing the unit insignia. A relic of his own past. He was young, too young to have seen the rise of the New Imperial Order, but he grew up under its banner, served in its youth and went through the drills of training and horrors of battles that ravaged Nirauan. He knew the gaze of judgement and he repelled it easily by now. Yet the presence left some darkness in his mind, a Force Dead - that was curious.​

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More arrived. The ominous presence clad in red and gold, accompanied by droids was eerie, creepy. The presence of Sith was a thorn in some participants side, but there was neither time nor justification for ancient dogma and false pride. They were welcome as Imperials and those that came, either understood or better learned to understand that the Empire stood above individual glory and power. Afterwards another Sith figure arrived, now accompanied by Stormtroopers.​

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By now Aemhyr had made a circle or two around the outside gardens that were attached to the landing platforms. He started heading towards the inside himself, the Forum should begin momentarily. On his way towards the large gates, he saw the arrival of Sularen and Tane, two who were among the great influences of the fallen Empires and was glad to see them taking part.​

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The young Knight moved through the entrance of the meeting hall that was specifically adjusted for todays purpose. His gaze went left and right, looking across the present and their extensive guard details. He forced himself to ignore them, believing in the cause and idea of the Forum. The Imperial cause must not be lost to petty quarrels of minor philosophical and ideological differences or stupid pride. He ventured down the tiers, separated by only a single step till he arrived in the center and at the podium.​

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No bell or alarm was heard, but across the grounds designated for the Imperial Forum, speakers transmitted the hitting of a staff on the floor, much like a judge's hammer. The sign for the Forum to begin.​

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[Karl Von Strauss]

Objective: I - Imperial Forum
Outfit: Dress Uniform (X)
Equipment: Relby-k23E, NZ PEG, Basilisk (in orbit)
Retinue: Arthus Karn | Dieter Kovasch | C1RC3 |

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The Basilisk emerged from hyperspace above Zakuul. From behind the command podium, Karl stood motionless, the pale light of the planet reflected in his eyes. The weight of the moment pressed down, but it was the ache, faint yet persistent, in his left leg that drew his attention inward. The advanced prosthetic moved in perfect synchronicity with his body, but it couldn't silence the memory of pain, of the day he had lost it in fire and smoke aboard this very ship. The Basilisk had been his crucible, forged in war, and every deck he walked was lined with ghosts. Now, she bore him not into battle, but toward diplomacy, no less dangerous, only more veiled.

"Karl, the Lord Commander is waiting for you in the hangar," C1RC3 said.

He glanced down at the podium in front of him. "Well then, let's not keep him waiting."

"Dieter is also in the hangar. I still don't understand why you always use that man," she added.

"He's protected me more times than I can count, and he's one of my oldest friends." He rebutted.

The doors to the main hangar bay hissed open, revealing a small procession awaiting his arrival. The Lord Commander of the Imperial Knights, Arthus Karn , stood tall in the center, flanked by many hand-picked Knights, each in their crimson armor. The air was thick with the scent of oil, and the unspoken weight of expectation. Karl descended the stairs, his boots striking metal with a firm rhythm, C1RC3 trailing behind him like all the times before. He paused just before the Knights, nodding once to the Lord Commander, then cast a sharp look over the squad.

"You've brought your best," he said, voice low but carrying authority. "I suppose I should be flattered."

He allowed a smirk to tug at the corner of his mouth before returning to a steeled expression. "This forum is not a theater, it is a crucible. What we shape here may either bring about a unified Imperial strength or leave it as fractured as it is now. I expect your blades to be as sharp as your minds. Keep close and try not to cause trouble."

He turned slightly, motioning for the party to follow as he ascended the ramp into the waiting shuttle. In mere minutes, he would stand among some of the most notorious figures in the Imperial sphere, voices that had shaped regimes, shattered alliances, and redrawn the stars. He quietly hoped a few familiar faces would be among them. Allies, or at least acquaintances. Not for battle, though he'd never rule it out, but for something far more dangerous: conviction. The schedule was clear. He would be granted the floor to speak on the future of the Imperials. And when the moment came, he would not waste it.

Tags: Teckla Tane | Marlon Sularen | Lord Rasnuhl | The Lord of Hunger | Saltare Dothon | Kroeger | CT-2282 "Justice" | Darth Moskvin | Torgath Warsaw | Onrai | Aemhyr Fel | Arthus Karn | Sorry If i missed anyone.

 

[Arthus Karn]

Divide Et Impera
Weapon: Link
Armor: Link
Ship: Karn's Resolve
Tags: Karl Von Strauss Teckla Tane Marlon Sularen Lord Rasnuhl The Lord of Hunger Saltare Dothon Kroeger CT-2282 "Justice" Darth Moskvin Torgath Warsaw Onrai Aemhyr Fel

Arthus stood within the hangar bay of The Basilisk as it at last exited hyperspace above Zakuul. It had been a long journey from the Outer Rim to the Unknown Region. A trip spent in meditation and preparation for the Exarchs, Karl Von Strauss , escort and retinue. Four of his best Imperial Knights were selected to accompany them on their supposed diplomatic voyage.

Arthus still disagreed with attending. He knew some of those who would no doubt be in attendance or knew of them. Even now, in high orbit above the planet, he could sense the darkness that lurked below. Too many of their former supposed Empires at had at the cost of Sith leadership or their influence. For too long had proud Imperials followed their whims and their defeats.

Arthus had no desire to follow a Sith. No matter how much grandstanding they attempted to display to their 'fellow' Imperials.

The only Empire that could last into the future and unite a good portion of them was one free of the Sith taint and their connections to the corrupting Dark Side.

Arthus Karn turned to see the Imperial Exarch approaching their gathered retinue, a small smile and brief nod exchanged with the man he was assigned to attend this trip. Though the Lord-Commander did not fall beneath the Exarch's authority, he was obliged by their mutual master to ensure their interest were represented faithfully this day.

"Aye, Exarch. Your health is my utmost concern this voyage. Due try to not lose it among these Dark siders. It would upset her greatly."

Arthus followed right behind the Exarch as they made their way onto the shuttle ramp with their squad of Knights in tow. The young but experienced Lord Commander followed up the Exarch's words with his own, echoing the need for diplomacy and cool heads this day.

"As the Exarch said and I have repeated many times in our briefings this trip. Many Dark Siders will be present, Sith or otherwise, so keep your eyes sharp and your sabers holstered. Unless they make overt moves to threaten those in attendance. I could care less for these Zakuulan Knights and their offer of protection, mind your duties yourselves. Report anything you find suspicious directly to myself."

As they took their seats within the shuttle, Arthus tried to center himself and ease the look of tension and disgust on his face. Soon they would be within a Force ball of darkness with him standing alone as a beacon of light. He did not look forward to standing out.

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[Onrai]

Objective 1
Tags: Karl Von Strauss Arthus Karn Teckla Tane Marlon Sularen Lord Rasnuhl The Lord of Hunger Saltare Dothon Kroeger CT-2282 "Justice" Darth Moskvin Torgath Warsaw Aemhyr Fel

"If only your line of thinking were more prominent." Vanessa said to Saltare. He was a respectable Imperial, someone she was appreciative of having under her command and who had a more perceptive understanding of the current Imperial situation as a soldier than most others. Hopefully other Imperials here would hold a similar view and understand it was well past time for them to either work together or hang together. "I hope your presence here as part of my retinue helps encourage a push towards Imperial reunification. I didn't bring what we have for show and tell, after all."

The sound of the staff hitting the floor rang across the speakers of the Forum, and Vanessa wordlessly looked at Saltare and Moskvin, encouraging them to come and join her as they headed to the forum itself. As they traveled, Vanessa made a number of observations of the other Imperials who had arrived:

• Torgath Warsaw, the technologist. He would be critical to a future Empire that would be forced to standardize itself from the hoi polloi of innumerable systems various Imperial forces would bring to the table of a cooperative organization.
• A number of various guards and personal retinues. These were the loyalists, the people who cleaved as closely to their respective personages as the guards who yet surrounded her right now did to her. Ensuring they didn't start infighting of their own volition in the face of a weak master or mistress would be paramount to the Imperial future.
• Arminius Kroeger, onetime servant of the shattered New Imperial Order, and someone who had cleaved close to Irveric Tavlar before his untimely demise. She speculated his loyalty would not be hard to gain were he to know the truth - but such could sour preexisting relationships.
• Credius Nargath, the malevolent Sith abomination. His corporate alignment with the Enigma and their presence on Ord Mantell yet made him a tentative ally, but the man - or lack thereof, given his tainted existence as a chthonic aberration - possessed his own agenda that would be pushed forward regardless of Imperial unity. Onrai's eye would yet be watching.
• Lord Rasnuhl, an enigmatic Sith warlord. A key player in the Imperial Sector Authority that had formed in the wake of widespread Imperial collapse, Vanessa had heard little of him, but some things positive as well. Perhaps he would be persuaded by her arguments.
• Marlon Sularen, the fallen Regent of the Dark Empire. Despite their spat at Ord Mantell after Case Canopic had been called, the relationship between the two had been quickly mended and Enigma logistical aid was benefitting the trappings of the Imperial navy the admiral still possessed under his dominion. He would likely support whatever she pushed forward.
• Teckla Tane, former Moff of the Empire of the Lost. It was fortunate the Sith Order had decided to be so insular - Vanessa worried that perhaps she would conflict with other, more independent Sith, but the concept of the Quasesitorum intrigued her - agents that used the Force for function over philosophy were going to be preeminently valuable in future Imperial endeavors.
• Aemhyr Fel, the Nemesis Paladin. She sensed plainly his concern in response to her bodyguards - this was a low-trust environment until proven otherwise, certainly given Zakuul's history. Vanessa's own history with members of the Fel family had been frustrating in and of itself given their deeds in collapsing the original Sith Empire, some of whose soldiers stood in guard with her.
• Captain Karl von Strauss, of the Empire of the Lost. Though he was not yet present, she sensed his own retinue - the Force presence of Imperial Knights, unmistakable. Perhaps they would sense Vanessa's own aberrant nature and seek to preemptive condemn her, or perhaps they would be silent courtesy of the enigma in and of itself.

Vanessa took her seat in the forum, her guards present outside with Saltare and Moskvin flanking her in other chairs within the section she had claimed nominally close to the speaker's podium. For a fraction of a moment, it seemed that she was making eye contact with everyone present aside from those who had come with her before her focus returned to the coordination of the forum.

Perhaps it was just a trick of the light.

 

[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION:
OBJECTIVE:
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | The Enforcer
TAG: Imperius Indomitus | Darth Moskvin | Onrai | Torgath Warsaw | Kroeger | Karl Von Strauss | Arthus Karn | Marlon Sularen

While originally wanting to remain on the background, the Lord of Hunger understood that perhaps this was not as conveniently possible nor plausible at this point, especially since while he wasn't the only one having brought with him a retinue of guards; there was hardly any question that his sceleratii were were much more unusual, as they did not have the standard bodyplan of a human or most humanoids, the fact they were tall, terrifyingly designed droids also added another aspect to them and adding to this, the man's very appearance with the blatant red and golden robes, the golden mask with vibrant, inhuman eyes shining with an unsettling glow, all made Credius less likely to be seen rather than be ignored. Perhaps if he had fed on some poor soul prior to this meeting, he could have at least maintained some facade.

Shrugging his shoulders, the lord of Hunger passed Vanessa Vantai; Onrai 's manifestation, nodding to her as his eyes conveyed some understanding, making it clear that in this meeting, he would not be taking the forefront, as such was not his place. It did not bother him at all not to be the center of attention in occassions like these, he'd let such banalities to the vain and the visually pleasing members.

"Exarch Von Strauss," The Lord of Hunger slowly and calmly approached the former Grand moff of the Empire of the Lost, who now had reached a new, much more considerable political position within the reformed and restructured remnant of the aforementioned empire. With a strangely familiar bow, a courteous, yet stiff Eriaduan greeting with respect, the abomination within the force greeted the Exarch. "It is a lovely surprise to see one such as yourself, a man of vision and ingenuity here and..."

His gaze turned towards Arthus Karn for a moment, tilting his head a bit to the side as if to meassure up the man dressed in an armor he couldn't place, but whose presence did not go unnoticed. "Should I assume this...noble knight to be your guard or ... are you perhaps an integral part of this delegation from The Imperial Confederation?"

Turning his attention towards the rest of those gathered, letting out a soft chuckle. "I believe there will be much to discuss among former foes, former allies and everything in between, wouldn't you both agree, sir knight, Exarch Von Strauss?"

 

[Torgath Warsaw]

Onrai Aemhyr Fel Darth Moskvin Kroeger Karl Von Strauss Arthus Karn Imperius Indomitus Onrai The Lord of Hunger Marlon Sularen ​

A significant number of individuals had assembled within the Imperial Palace, presenting both advantages and challenges from a scientific perspective. While conducting numerous tests increases the likelihood of obtaining accurate results, an excess of data can obscure the clarity of the original hypothesis.

This principle can also be applied to the phenomenon of Imperialism, where various forms such as Neo-Imperialism, New Order Imperialism, and Galactic Imperialism, along with numerous individual codes and creeds, complicate the process of unifying into a single empire.

Achieving this unity is certainly possible, but it entails considerable risks.

Prior to the commencement of the Forum, He intended to collect data for further analysis by making a simple statement. Walking to the podium followed behind by his assigned Imperial Armored Commandos and grabbed the microphone to be heard more clearly by all those in attendance.

"I apologize for the abrupt interruption of this small assembly of Imperials. However, I believe it is essential to establish what each individual's boundaries are in order to facilitate meaningful discussions regarding the complexities of empire-building in a fractured Imperial environment." He paused briefly to allow his words to resonate with the audience.

"For instance, some of you who were raised within the New Imperial Order may harbor a strong aversion to the Sith and refuse to collaborate with them. This stance could create difficulties for others who identify with the Sith-Imperial faction or the Neo-Imperials from the former Maw. Therefore, I kindly ask each of you to share the principles you are unwilling to compromise, even if doing so could lead to a more robust empire." Warsaw concluded his remarks and stepped back from the podium, hoping to encourage the dialogue to progress.

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[Kroeger]

D E M O N
IRON LEGION
'THOSE ONCE LOYAL'
Aemhyr Fel | Torgath Warsaw | Onrai | Darth Moskvin | CT-2282 "Justice"

HOW THE GODS KILL
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He sat in waiting. He was a man in-exile, a fringe to this already beaten and scattered creed of men and women in reverence of an entombed ideology. His most probable equally dreaded assumptions were proven fruitful. Clad in crimson and black, the presence of the Sith was heavy here. Why wouldn't it be? They were parasites by every meaning, latching unto what others had constructed, burrowing beneath the flesh and latching unto it until all its material worth was siphoned into their grasp.

An assembly of mere mortals hoping to consolidate their ambitions unto one vision, naturally, these fiends of darkness would be present to place themselves at the head of the herd. He spoke to one and no one made the attempt to speak to him. He didn't expect anything more or less. In truth, he was perfectly at peace nursing his cigarette and waiting to hear the sentiment of the others, hardly hopeful of what might emerge.

It was Warsaw who first called the assembly to attention and broach the first topic of discussion. The only one that mattered. To field the ideological deviations between each prominent figure and group who'd sent an envoy to this place. In it, Kroeger saw his opportunity to pipe up. He approached the center, his heavy tanker's boots thudding with his foreboding gait. Lone from any escorting retinue as the others seemed to bring in their own show of force or distinction, he spoke. His voice was loud, being able to take greater command of his vocal range due to the cybernetics that had replaced most of his lung tissue in the wake of Coruscant. His voice was deep and carried well, thrumming with an electric interference.

"To compromise with Sith is to damn any prospect of Empire." He said firmly.

"They see no interest in the greater Imperial identity, only in themselves. Time and time again we've bore witness to it. To these Sith who prop up Empires and prosper in their rise only to scurry away to the shadows in their fall, repeating the act once the time is right. The way of Empire is one of order, discipline and collective identity. The way of the Sith is chaos, excess and individual deviation. To think that their way is in any means compatible with the Imperial identity is not only delusional...but dangerous. Need only consult Galactic history to corroborate my words."

 

[Onrai]

Objective 1
Tags: Karl Von Strauss Arthus Karn Teckla Tane Marlon Sularen Lord Rasnuhl The Lord of Hunger Saltare Dothon Kroeger CT-2282 "Justice" Darth Moskvin Torgath Warsaw Aemhyr Fel

"There will be no compromising with Sith." Vanessa replied to Kroeger's criticism. "That presumes the various Sith, or any of the factions here, are in a position to compromise on anything. Frankly there shouldn't be any arguments about that, only submission to this basic understanding: if we refuse to work together as a gestalt Imperium, we will never achieve anything except being perpetually broken on the stone that every Imperial successor state has been thrown on. And I do in fact mean work together, not bicker and backstab." Being the longest active Imperial at the forum, and, to her recollection, the only one who had served in the first post-Gulag Empire, she had hoped the other participants had done a modicum of homework before arriving and considered what these words meant.

"My apologies for interjecting. Once General Kroeger finishes speaking, I will take the floor and present my proposed way forward."