Empire Day [Imps/Allies/Ask]

[Tanomas Graf]

DREV'STARN, BOTHAWUI​

851 ABY - RISE OF THE EMPIRE​

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In the eyes of the Galaxy, two years seemed minuscule in the grand scheme of things; however, to an empire, they meant more than one could possibly imagine.

On the streets of Drev'starn as well as in many other cities in a variety of star systems within the Empire's grasp, countless white-armoured stormtroopers marched meticulously by company in grand formations, X-72 blaster rifles clutched in their arms and resting the barrels on their shoulders. They would soon be joined by scout troopers, then grey-uniformed army officers until the armour turned the corner, AT-STs flanking AT-ATs and AT-ASWs as they stomped down the avenue, repulsorlift tanks trailing behind.

Crowds of Imperial citizens of all ages and species were gathered at the sides, most particularly ecstatic about the military parade while others wished to move about on their day. Above them, in the skies of Bothawui, were dozens of Imperial capital ships, ranging from Victory cruisers to the mighty Praetor battlecruiser, these ships hovering past in medium-sized groups. Between all of them, the gargantuan form of the recently-retrofitted Pellaeon loomed benevolently in the distance.

At least a half hour into the parade, the holographic form of Grand Moff Graf appeared over government-controlled channels and displays, protecting his visage all throughout the Empire.

"Citizens of the Empire, it brings me great pleasure to celebrate the second year of our great Galactic Empire!" He boomed, to equally thunderous applause, "Two whole years have passed since its formation as a remnant on the distant world of Bilbringi, and we have never been stronger!" He paused again, letting the smile of a kind old man come through "Today I ask you all to join me and other heroes of the Empire in the festivities, let your patriotism run unhindered, you spirit bolstered, and help usher in our next year as a galactic power!"

 

[Cavris Lyran]

Cavris donned his hood, his gear strapped to his arm as he watched the ongoing parade. Empire Day. He smiled under his hood, it was sure to be something special. The Galactic Empire was only one that lived a brief life in the span of previous empires, however, it was doing well. The empire was makes allies and conquering worlds to be controlled. Cavris was here to ensure that peace remained. It would be ideal for insurgents or rebels to attempt an assassination or attack to disrupt the peace and attempt to show the empire as weak.

He remained in the shadows, only stepping out while a crowd of imperials walked on by. His thinking was to remain out of sight, his gear would be doing the hard work in scanning and hacking into people's equipment while he moved around. It should be easy to trace any threats through emails, transactions, even posts on anti-Galactic Empire forums. Though most of them, Cavris had been tasked with removing of the Imperial HoloNet.

Cavris watched as the Grand Moff gave his speech to the people. His eyes narrowed with intensity. The galaxy needed order, unity and peace. One day the Empire will grant that. Cavris was sure of it.

 

[Arahael]

Max stood on a landing platform on Kamino, rain dripping down his face as he gazed upon the place where their army all began. He wasn't one for getting emotional on celebratory days, but Empire Day was different. Many had tried before, but what their Galactic Empire had achieved in its' time was beyond what he could have imagined when he first stepped foot on this planet.

Many faces passed through his mind, and along the way they had helped make the Empire what it is. And they had helped make him. They had come from all places across the galaxy, sacrificing their place among other societies to build a better one.

It was funny to think that they had once been allies of the Galactic Alliance, and enemies of the First Order. Even Max himself had become something beyond his hopes. Wild Space had now become tamed, maybe even more so than the places considered civilised.

"We certainly did it" he thought to himself. And if he were by some stroke of bad luck to be shot today, and given the chance to try again, he wouldn't do a thing differently.

[member="Tanomas Graf"], [member="Cavris Lyran"]

 

[Red Guard Kaytia]

This was a strange day for the Guard, Today was Empire day to her it was the day that Sheev Palpatine took control of the Galactic Republic and mold it into the Galactic Empire those many years ago. The memory of the Emperor announcing the transformation from the Galactic Republic to the Empire was in grained into the woman's brain. Refusing to leave a constant reminder to her of the life that she once had now just a memory, Despite that this Empire Day didn't divert too far from what it was originally celebrated. This Empire Day was celebrating the second anniversary of the formation of this new Galactic Empire on the planet Bilbringi, it had the same festivities as the one she remembered the same food etc.

However such festivities would have to wait as the woman was leading a small group of Red Guards through the Parade which consisted of AT-ATs, AT-STs and AT-ASWs. This new Empire certainly knew how to present themselves like the Old Empire though the Guard preferred to Guard the Royal Palace than twirling her Force Pike around like some toy to impress the Imperial Citizens. Hopefully this Guard would get an award for all of her services to the Empire and once the First Order, but she was doubtful knowing the Empire she was simply another cog in the machine no one special and she had come to accept that long ago.

[member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Cavris Lyran"] [member="Max Fel"]

 

[Lydia Patra]

"Roger Drev'starn ATC. We are on approach for flyby. Vectors locked."

"Copy that Widowmaker One, you are cleared for transition to restricted airspace. Peace and order."

Lydia smiled and toggled the exterior lights on her TIE/Defender Elite - the most advanced and rarest of the Empire's fighters and together with the rest of her wing, a palpable demonstration of the Empire's military might.

"Peace and order. Widowmaker One out."

Lydia toggled to the squadron only channel.

"Okay boys and girls, lets make a show. And remember, it's a dress ball after this so don't frik it up."

The TIE/Defenders screamed over the parade at what seemed like an impossibly low level, their exterior lights on and every surface glittering as if it had been polished to a shine three times - which it had - Widowmaker squadron wasn't about to make a bad impression.

As one, twelve TIE/Defenders started to trail brilliantly coloured red smoke in honour of the Emperor, pulling up into a loop with perfect precision that any true pilot would know took a lot of skill in a TIE, before coming back to pass the parade once again at a low level in a formation that loosely matched the logo of the Galactic Empire, one fighter at each point, the others concentrated in the middle.

Then with the roar of ion engines they were gone, only once they were out of sight of the public did one of the TIEs break off in the ancient missing man formation, a salute to all the Empire had lost to achieve what it had, even the Emperor himself.

 

[Jastor Husk]

Krant, the capital of the Kothlis sector, home of Jastor Husk. Husk had retired here after a fruitful Imperial career ending as the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Army, and High Moff of the Kothlis Sector. It was a nice life, a residence so large it bordered on being a palace, good weather, a large pension, and access to all sorts of 'talented' women. Sometimes he wondered why he hadn't retired from the Empire sooner, but it only reminded him his love for its Imperial glory and the army. The Empire was much larger now than it had been when he had been appointed as Supreme Commander by Grand Moff [member="Tanomas Graf"], Husk himself had taken part in the annexation of the Kothlis sector. Now look at what they had built, a stable imperial authority that had chased out the Jedi and criminals who called themselves freedom fighters. It was a glorious Empire.

Husk waved gleefully at the Imperial citizens below, watching Stormtroopers, walkers, and tanks roll by in full. Banners and flags were posted everywhere, and the troops themselves were adorned in Imperial regalia. Husk stood next to the Krant garrison commander, General Faer, and the Moff, Niima Jaeun. Although Husk was retired, there was no way the local Krant officials wouldn't showcase their most esteemed citizen, whose accomplishments had been publicized and glorified so much that he was more legend than man. A wide, joyous smile spanned from ear to ear on Husk's face, he basked in the adoration of the thousands of citizens like a sunbather would the sun. It was a glorious sight.

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Hair shorter then before and with a fresh new uniform Seto smiled as he continued his short walk. A bit smug but in all honesty Seto had achieved something unprecedented, he had survived another year. Perhaps an overreaction for most, though in the case of the young Du Couteau's life it was indeed a good sign to see another year transpire. His left hand brushed against his lightsaber, reminding Seto of his new role within the Empire. Strange for Seto to dedicate himself once more to another Order, to another cause. The sound of machinery of AT-AT walkers, those behemoths lumbered through the parade and the smaller scouting crafts marched along. The other officers lingered around Seto, and other troopers taking the opportunity to enjoy some time with one another.

Seto noted that a few of them he had treated before, either onboard a ship's Medbay or on the field in a middle of blaster fire over-head. A laugh escaped his lips as low flying TIE fighters soared to entertain the crowd with impressive acrobatics. Seto had finally allowed himself to reconnect with the Force fully, emotions circulated around him, feelings of euphoria and happiness, but most importantly solidarity. Empire Day indeed.

 

[Darth Chagrin]

Exiting from a door of one of Drev'Starn's many buildings to the sound of unfettered applause and the waving of flags, Melton basked in the glory of the Empire's latest triumph. Bothawui, a relatively recent but decisive conquest, was a fitting place to celebrate the fact that the Empire's heart had been beating for two years now. All the machinery certainly served as a powerful reminder of the Empire's might, and the motley crowds were an effective indication of how strong the Empire was in its unity. Melton looked up as TIE fighters swept overhead, exposing with their passing a range of Imperial capital ships looming in the atmosphere, matched below by round of cheers and the unfurling of more Imperial banners. Anyone who spent their day observing figures and analysing statistics like Melton did could not help but feel the magic of seeing the Empire's lifeblood in person.

The appearance of the Grand Moff's holographic visage suspended the indiscriminate noise, though only temporarily. With each sentence he completed, he was met with rousing applause and cheering. Melton clapped as well, but he felt a second layer of pride; having known the Grand Moff from years past. It was a distinctly elevating feeling to see one that you had known for many years come ever closer to his noble and just goal — a goal that would not stop until the entire galaxy was within the Empire's grasp.

Soon enough, this day would be observed across every planet in the galaxy...