Mission Five Wings Cast A Mighty Shadow [Empire of the Lost - The Diarchy]

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

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Five Wings Cast A Mighty Shadow​

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Bastion, Outer Rim Territories, Braxant sector, Sartinaynian system;
The Diarchy;

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"THE EGGMAN WILL CREATE A NEW GALACTIC EMPIRE THAT WILL DO WHAT THE PREVIOUS EMPIRE COULDN'T!"
– Velran Kilran to the Old Imperial Ruling Council in The Emperor Revealed during his coup d'état.

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CONSPIRACY GRIPS THE LOST.

SYNOPSIS.​

The EGGMAN is dead but his dream is still alive. In the EMPIRE OF THE LOST the newly coronated PHANTOM EMPRESS has succeeded her father as HER MAJESTY OF ALL IMPERIAL KIND, and in doing so, takes up the work of her predecessor to reconstitute the GALACTIC EMPIRE!

On the ruined world of MALACHOR V the HEIRS OF THE EMPIRE came face-to-face with the newly risen power in the form of THE DIARCHY: a galactic superpower that has taken root within the BRAXANT RUN! In the ASHLAN VAULT the powerful DIARCHS were lured into a trap by the sinister DARK LORD OF THE SITH and her SITH APPRENTICE where it was revealed that the seditious, treacherous organisation known to only a few as THE FIFTH WING have taken root on the capital LIANNA and were the ones responsible for luring them into the remnants of the ASHLAN CRUSADE as they sought to recruit them into their plot to destroy the JEDI!

As DIARCH REIGN confronted the machiavellian HER and the cunning DARTH TRIGONUS the apprentice of his brother DIARCH RELLIK was captured by the assassin B/I-800 "EVELINA" and was taken by the NEW IMPERIAL SECURITY BUREAU while the SITH plot to bring the EMPIRE OF THE LOST and THE DIARCHY into conflict! After turning TRIGONUS against his master REIGN escaped with the knowledge of the SITH PLOT that has taken the TION CLUSTER and returned to BASTION to host a grand ceremony consisting of important dignitaries from across the galaxy as THE DIARCHY announced itself as a galactic superpower!

With festivities coming to a close the forces of THE DIARCHY were put on high alert when an OBSCURER-CLASS STAR DESTROYER called THE QUEST emerged from hyperspace in the SARTINAYNIAN SYSTEM! Belonging to the EMPIRE this destroyer hails planetary defences indicating that the EMPIRE OF THE LOST have accepted their invitation to the grand ceremony and wish to meet with the SONS OF KAKUS in the wake of their skirmish on MALACHOR V!

With conspiracy gripping THE LOST can a crisis between them and THE DIARCHY be averted?

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OBJECTIVE I: BASTION BELONGS TO THE EMPIRE!

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861 years following the death of the legendary GILAD PELLAEON the infamous PELLAEON GARDENS continue to be tended to even in the age of THE DIARCHY'S RULE over their capital of BASTION!

As THE QUEST rests in high orbit above the planet a delegation consisting of members of the IMPERIAL RULING COUNCIL and the NEW IMPERIAL SECURITY BUREAU are directed planetside to meet with the SONS OF KAKUS to negotiate terms that would see them pull out of planet and turn it over to the rightful HEIRS OF THE EMPIRE!

As tensions rise with the presence of a star destroyer in the SARTINAYNIAN SYSTEM and in the wake of their skirmish on MALACHOR V can you navigate the difficult crossroads of a negotiation without it escalating into a conflict between THE DIARCHY and the EMPIRE OF THE LOST?

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OBJECTIVE II: THE INFILTRATION OF RAVELIN!

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It is not a coincidence that the NEW IMPERIAL SECURITY BUREAU were dispatched alongside the IMPERIAL RULING COUNCIL to bring BASTION back into the Empire! As the IMPERIAL DELEGATION convenes in the PELLAEON GARDENS to negotiate the turn over of the planet to the EMPIRE OF THE LOST there is more to this than meets the eye.

The seditious, treacherous FIFTH WING have long since infiltrated the ranks of the N.I.S.B and have been using it to their advantage ever since! Orders from the highest office within the BUREAU have tasked their agents to enter the capital city of RAVELIN to complete a reconnaissance mission on the strength of THE DIARCHY'S MILITARY and the planetary defences of BASTION!

Can you navigate the streets of this ecumenopolis without being caught while completing your work? Or will you be caught by THE NETWORK?

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[Sieliel Dimegor]

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Lianna, Outer Rim Territories, Tion Cluster, Allied Tion Sector, Lianna system;
Capital of the Empire of the Lost;
The Fifth Wing.
Tags: Karl Von Strauss | Maldor Mecetti | Diarch Reign | Darth Nexion | Diarch Rellik | Her | Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran | Laphisto | Lord Rasnuhl | Ova Ziss

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"House Dimegor served the Sith Empire for a quarter of a century. Your father was loyal to the cause."
"The Sith no longer rule the Tion Cluster. They pulled out of here well before I was even born?"
"We are Eternal, and our reach is long. Won't you serve again?"
-- Alicia Drey recruiting Sieliel Dimegor into the ranks of the Fifth Wing.

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[POST THEME]

At the turn of the ninth century the Empire of the Lost was infiltrated.
They called themselves the Fifth Wing;
A seditious, conspiratorial cell seeking to weaken the powers that be on Lianna.

The reach of the SITH is long, and eternal.
Won't you serve again?

CONSIPIRACY GRIPS THE LOST.
THIRTY-SIX DAYS AFTER THE ILL FATED MISSION TO MALACHOR.​

In the background of the suite played in the offshoot a lie that had shaken the upper echelons of the EMPIRE OF THE LOST. It was likely a strange thing to listen to oneself on repeat (as had been the routine since returning to Lianna City after debriefing the Imperial Ruling Council on board the Revenge) but for Sieliel it had become a form of meditation to focus the mind on the mission. When your life becomes intertwined in a web of lies it was easy to lose oneself in the fog. She had to remind herself that her guarantor was not as dead as the N.I.S.B and the Trigonus Report would lead one to believe.

"Following our investigation we have concluded that the Tsis'Kaar played no part in the murder of the late Director. It is our conclusion that Alicia Drey was a victim of an assassination carried out by the rebellion known to us as the Tingel Arm Coalition which was crushed at the recent Battle of Maldra IV. Our findings are concrete, and resolute."

It was hard to imagine how many there were out there across the Empire. Sieliel knew that she couldn't be the only one. After all the conspiracy had shown itself to be far reaching and ever insidious among even the Imperial elite. Was the formation of the Tingel Arm Coalition real or was it apart of the Director's plot to bring back the Sith to Lianna? It had certainly helped distract the Moffs from the catastrophe at Tion, and now, given the events circulating in from Malachor V, it was the playbook of those spinning the heads away from looking inwards to the sinister forces that had crept their way in as they were continually turned away from the idea that they were being used to weaken the very institutions they had come to rule over.

"Several months ago the late Director was arrested by agents of the Bureau following her return to Lianna after the Sith attack in the Tion system. There we carried out our own internal review of the Director, while she was being detained, to investigate the data packets released by Sith forces during their attack on the Empire. Our findings, at the time, found that Alicia Drey was Force sensitive, and that she had been acting beyond the scope and permit of her position as Staff Director in the New Imperial Security Bureau. Conclusive evidence was provided during her subsequent trial hearing which proved that Alicia Drey had carried several seditious acts against the Empire which included the deaths of several Stormtroopers on Lothal. Nevertheless, despite our proof, our late, and beloved Emperor, declared the Director not guilty in a rare sign of mercy."

Ding-ding.

Sieliel averted her cold, callous gaze away from the traffic to the sound of an incoming transmission. Pouting her lips in anticipation of what was to come next she shook away the anxiety and settled her gaze upon the Lenoi. It was a rare, and now obsolete line of datapad compared to the modern day marvels being released by the likes of the Arceneau Trading Company. But what it made up for in being old tech was also a method of remaining off-grid as a means of communication which was advantageous for someone like Sieliel and her precarious position within the N.I.S.B.

With a flick of her wrist Sieliel paused the statement recording and turned her attention to the message that she had received.

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WELCOME TO THE LENOI COMMUNICATION NETWORK. CHANDRILA DATATECH IS HERE TO SERVICE YOUR COMMUNICATION NEEDS.​ //SCANNING. . . //TRANSMISSION RECEIVED. //TRIANGULATING. . . //TRANSMISSION ORIGIN LOCATED. //PROCESSING . . . //LOCATION: EMPIRE OF THE LOST, LIANNA CITY. //DECRYPTING . . . //DECRYPTION COMPLETE. //WELCOME, LAETOR. //WELCOME, EXULAE. //DIRECT SURVEILLANCE OF DOMESTIC THREATS INITIATIVE LAUNCHED. //PROXY SERVER ESTABLISHED: 445.343.1337. //JOINING <FIVE WINGS CAST A MIGHTY SHADOW> . . . //. . . //. . . <LAETOR HAS JOINED FIVE WINGS CAST A MIGHTY SHADOW> <EXULAE HAS JOINED FIVE WINGS CAST A MIGHTY SHADOW> <LAETOR>: hey <EXULAE>: hi <LAETOR>: great work. think they fell for it? <EXULAE>: hard to say. mecetti looked unconvinced and rasnuhl might be a problem. <LAETOR>: what about the report you filed? <EXULAE>: remains to be seen director. <LAETOR>: ok. <LAETOR>: the new empress wants to continue the eggmans work. <EXULAE>: did you kill him? <LAETOR>: don't ask me questions and i will tell you no lies. <EXULAE>: ok. <LAETOR>: the obscurer-class destroyer is being deployed to the braxant run. <EXULAE>: the diarchy? <LAETOR>: yes. <EXULAE>: what for? <LAETOR>: the eggman wanted to rule the galaxy. so his heir wants bastion. <EXULAE>: so? <LAETOR>: a delegation will be sent to negotiate their surrender. you are being assigned to it. <EXULAE>: orders? <LAETOR>: capture reign. bring him to northwest. <EXULAE>: is it really you? <LAETOR>: yes. <LAETOR HAS DISCONNECTED FROM FIVE WINGS CAST A MIGHTY SHADOW> <EXULAE>: i don't know.

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Bastion, Outer Rim Territories, Braxant sector, Sartinaynian system;
The Diarchy;
Old Imperial Headquarters, Pellaeon Gardens.

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OBJECTIVE I: BASTION BELONGS TO THE EMPIRE!

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FIVE WEEKS LATER.​

Alert klaxons across THE DIARCHY'S CAPITAL OF BASTION were triggered when a hyperspace anomaly was discovered and subsequently scanned on the edges of the SARTINAYNIAN SYSTEM! There they detected an Obscurer-class Star Destroyer named The Quest approaching the planet with a hailing frequency that was subsequently accepted. The EMPIRE OF THE LOST-- an IMPERIAL REMNANT led by the newly coronated PHANTON EMPRESS-- Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran -- have accepted their invitation to the grand ceremony held on the planet surface where important dignitaries from across the Galaxy bore witness to the rise of THE DIARCHS as this galactic superpower entrenches itself within the rich hyperlane corridors of the BRAXANT RUN!

As if on que the Empire has arrived just as festivities have ended. While the likes of Darth Caedes -- KING OF KORRIBAN-- and the TRADE FEDERATION OF PLANETS consider their next move after fostering their alliance with THE DIARCHY the RULE OF TWO seek to bring this new galactic power into conflict with the HEIRS OF THE EMPIRE! Upon accepting their hails the Empire have requested a meeting with the SONS OF KAKUS and their burgeoning government to discuss the matter of galactic politics; the recent skirmish between them on MALACHOR V where an incursion into the ASHLAN VAULT was seen as a hostile act by the Empire; and the status of BASTION as their capital planet.

A long table adorned in the colours and markings of THE DIARCHY had been set up within the PELLAEON GARDENS: the infamous setting of the legendary GILLAD PELLAEON who had once served the former Imperial Remnants that banded together following the collapse of the FIRST GALACTIC EMPIRE!

As Sieliel walked in line with the others assigned to the IMPERIAL DELEGATION TO BASTION she quietly prepared herself as the mission assigned to her some weeks ago by the GHOST OF KALIST came into focus now that she was planetside.

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[Lady Varokscar]

Location: Ravelin
Objective: II
Gear: In Sig
Tags: Open

There are a few skill sets I have mastered over the turbulent years I've walked the galaxy; politics, espionage, intelligence and counterintelligence containing the bulk of my capabilities. I serve my new Empress in the role of a High Inquisitor, and I take my position very seriously, deadly in fact. Lie once, and one doesn't see a second opportunity to offend me. I'm not very patient, testing me is a dangerous route that more often than not leads to one's pathway in life to a dead end.

To those that work with me, or can loosely be called my peers, could testify that when my mind is set to a task, success is guaranteed; and on occasion, collateral damage is a possibility. So it was easily understandable why I chose to infiltrate the capital city to conduct reconnaissance, a thrilling game of hide and seek.

Upon exiting the transport shuttle, with Mystique at my side, we moved through the docking area of the city heading toward the innards of Ravelin. Outside my concealed hilt, I dressed the part of a pilot looking to score some credits via transporting goods. Attention and attraction were two symptoms I was desperately trying to avoid. Though Mystique, in her own right, would entice gazes and glances; she was unique and one of a kind, the closest to having a child I would have.

We slowly integrated ourselves into the crowd, blending in with the masses as we observed everything and everyone around us. Our destination wasn't far, but it wasn't close either; and it was always best to move cautiously than take a direct line to the objective, that's how you look suspicious and draw that unwanted attention from the seekers. We visited a couple of kiosks and other vendors, making purchases for appearances whilst discarding the items at nearby trash containers.

"Stay alert, Mystique. Once we cross over to the next sector, begin running diagnostics in preparation for downloading the information."

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Pellaeon Gardens
Tags: Karl Von Strauss Darth Nexion Diarch Rellik Maldor Mecetti Her Lord Rasnuhl Laphisto Ova Ziss Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran

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The tension of the grand declaration was still coursing through the Diarch when he received word of the Imperial Star Destroyer entering the system.

Wishing to see how far reaching this “Fifth Wing” truly was within the self proclaimed “Heirs of the Empire”, The Diarch had allowed the Star Destroyer to approach and ordered the Pellaeon Gardens prepared.

The Gardens had been selected as the meeting point for these “Negotiations” for the history of the man they were named after. With the Diarch wanting to show that while history was to be honored, the old ways were dead. Utilized by a new power for greater purpose, and those that clung to the past needed to recognize that change was coming.

The Diarch and a few aides had arrived first, ensuring that the black and gold banner draped along the table and the decor of the gardens projected the power and unity of the Diarchy.

He remained standing, his black and gold outfit showing a mix of Military strength and Nobility. Hands clasped behind his back, he awaited his and his brother’s “guests”

 

[Lissa]

Location: The Crucible of Order - Bastion
Objective: II - The Infiltration of Ravelin
Sub-Objectives: Download List of Brotherhood Members From Archives │ Study and Record the Crucible’s Defenses │ Gain Entrance to the Library of Forbidden Knowledge - Optional
Cover Identity: Nirala Lalu
Tag: Zara Saga Iellax Pellis

Lissa took a deep breath as she stood alongside Iellax Pellis while waiting just outside of the gates to the Crucible for the Archon of Light to arrive. Posing as newly-recruited Initiates into the Brotherhood, the two assassins had been assigned cover identities and tasked with infiltrating the Crucible of Order to achieve a number of objectives so that the Quasesitorum could gain a deeper understanding of the Brotherhood’s inner workings.

For her part, Lissa was now Nirala Lalu—a Hapan ex-university student from the little-known planet Sargon within the Hapes Cluster. Her Force-sensitivity had manifested late in life rather than at a young age—a rare, but not entirely unheard occurrence. Thus, at 19-years old she was old for an Initiate, but had been recruited into the Brotherhood regardless.

She and Iellax had been paired and roomed together because both were older, adult Initiates among a class that was mostly composed of children.

And this was to be their first full day.

At that point, Lissa—now Nirala—offered her companion a knowing glance as the doors behind the gates slid open, revealing the delicate figure of the one who had been assigned to meet them.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Brotherhood Initiate Robes
  
  • Arms
    
    • Concealed Verum Gauntlet Lightsaber - R
    • Concealed Verum Gauntlet Lightsaber - L
  • Accouterments
    
    • Cloak
  • Utility
    
    • Concealed FAE/C-05 Infiltration Suite - Belt
    • Concealed Miniaturized Comlink - Belt
      
      • Loaded with FAE/S-11 Universal Communication Matrix
• Spirit Anchor - Earrings

 

[Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran]

OBJECTIVE I: BASTION BELONGS TO THE EMPIRE!

Location: Palleon Gardens


Current Outfit

As the Super Star Destroyer Kisaragi loomed over the planet, an Imperial Lambda-class T-4a shuttle followed by a 2 Squadrons of TIE Fighters exited one of the many hangar bays making a beeline towards the surface. Once the Imperial Shuttle landed on the platform, 10 Galactic Marines: The 141 Hellhounds marched down the ramp splitting into two groups of five as Empress Kanni walked down gathering the skirts of her white dress and was accompanied by Clone Captain Wrym.

Kanni's expression was that of calm her mind focused as she walked towards the Gardens. Bastion was an Imperial planet and will remain such under her rule. Her father despite being an expert in Imperial History, never cared much for Bastion even as a symbol of Imperial Dominance. Kanni never knew why but if there was one thing that Kanni would difference herself from her father is to claim Bastion. It was a way to unify the divide between those who were loyal to the Empire of old and the ones who embraced her father's vision of a stronger Empire free from the shackles of beaucracy.

"I think that's why father didn't care for Bastion." Kanni thought as she headed towards the Gardens.

A new Faction had arose, this Diarchy, Kanni had plenty of Information on them thanks to the NISB. But she didn't want to make assumptions, it was best to meet them on "neutral" ground and look them in the eye. Only then, Kanni can see who these Diarchy truly are. When Kanni arrived at the Gardens she stared at Diarch Reign her dark eyes peering at his blue ones.

"Lord of the Diarchy?" Kanni spoke in a dispassionate whisper. "I am Empress Kanni Kilran of the Empire of the Lost, It is..... an honor to meet you."

And to see who he truly is.

Karl Von Strauss , Her , Maldor Mecetti , Laphisto , Ova Ziss , Darth Nexion , Lord Rasnuhl , Diarch Rellik

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

The Quest - Obscurer Class Star Destroyer
On Orbit over Bastion

____________________________OBJECTIVE I: BASTION BELONGS TO THE EMPIRE!____________________________

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Maldor had once been a politician by trade. Often, a diplomat in service to the Galactic Alliance.

Since leaving that life, he had become an Admiral. A fleet commander, guiding millions of metric tons of machines into battle. It was a role he'd been forced to learn. Required to refine and perfect. He'd managed to get pretty good at it.

But today... today was a day for diplomacy. A day he could truly shine, and achieve great things on behalf of the Empire. The sorts of things he'd been born to do.

But he wasn't on the planet below.

He wasn't engaged in high-level diplomacy.

... He wasn't able to protect the Empire from Her machinations. The Empress was vulnerable to her manipulations, unaware of the depth of the plots arrayed against her. Plots designed to subvert the Empire and turn it entirely into a puppet of the Sith.

No... he was here, on the Quest. Given the 'honor' of commanding this ship while the real action unfolded below.

He was being pushed out of the center. Chilled out of Imperial affairs. Soon, when the Imperial forces had fully recovered from recent conflicts, it might be decided that his fleets weren't so vital to the success of the Empress' ambitions.

And then?

Maybe the Empress would decide he was expendable, under Her direction.

Maldor sighed, gazing out of the bridge viewports at the planet slowly turning below.

He had to do something to change the course of his life.

...But he did not know what.



Karl Von Strauss , Her , Maldor Mecetti , Laphisto , Ova Ziss , Darth Nexion , Lord Rasnuhl , Diarch Rellik , Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran

 

[Zara Saga]

Tags: Lissa | Iellax Pellis​

Zara stood, a study in elegant composure, just inside the immense gates of the Crucible of Order. The black of her finely tailored attire only served to highlight her luminous blonde hair, which cascaded down her back in a smooth, shimmering waterfall. Her eyes, the color of a clear summer sky, kept drifting upward, pulled by the imposing presence of the Obscurer-class Star Destroyer, a silent, metallic leviathan hanging in the sky like a storm cloud. The tension of the past few days still lingered, the grand declaration of the Diarchy's power a recent memory and the arrival of the Empire of the Lost a current source of palpable unease. Every nerve in her body was screaming for a full scale alert, but Zara knew she had a duty, a role to play, and the new Initiates were as important to the future of the Order as any diplomatic event.

The great gates hissed open, revealing two figures standing patiently at the threshold. Zara's gaze swept over them, her lips curving into a genuine, almost surprised smile of pleasure. Both were striking women, confident and poised, not at all the children she usually encountered in the Initiate program. It was a welcomed change of pace. She lifted her datapad, her thumb swiping across the screen to bring up their profiles. A Hapan, the datapad confirmed, her name: Nirala Lalu. A raised eyebrow, that was an interesting piece of data, she loved the Hapan people, always so well groomed and elegant.

Lowering the datapad, Zara stepped forward, her movements as graceful as a dancer's. "Welcome," she greeted them, her voice a lilting melody, warm and inviting. "Welcome to the Crucible of Order. I am Zara Saga, the Archon of Light, though please, just call me Zara. It is so nice to meet you both finally." She paused, her gaze flickering between the two women. "You've arrived at a…peculiar time, so I thank you for your patience. I do hope your journey here was pleasant?"

She gestured with a hand towards the vast interior. "Please, do come in. We have a lot to discuss and I'd love to show you around. I imagine you are both keen to settle into your new accommodations." She turned, walking slowly, so that they could keep up. "Tell me," she added, glancing back over her shoulder, her smile widening, "did you two happen to know each other before arriving on Bastion?" The question was casual, a pleasantry, but there was a keenness in her eyes, a subtle awareness that missed nothing.

 

[Ova Ziss]

Objective 1: Backroom Politics / Defend Bastion
Location: Pellaeon Gardens, Bastion
Tags: @Kari Von Strauss | Maldor Mecetti | Diarch Reign | Diarch Rellik | Darth Nexion | Her | Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran | Zara Saga | Laphisto | Lord Rasnuhl | Ova Ziss

Ova was in a better position to talk now, after he and Rellik de-briefed what happened at the Ceremony. Ova exuded an attitude of calm but passionate diplomacy. He was ready to talk, but - if necessary - he was prepared to take action right then and there. His white officers' uniform shone in the afternoon sun.

Ova and Reign walked briskly to the place in the gardens where the meeting was to occur. They passed flowers of all sort: flowers that the tour guides often bragged were grown only on Bastion. There were also beautiful, colorful, yellow tulips that were in bloom. Ova tried to appreciate the garden. It was a far-cry from the filthy political games, the ones that made Ova's hands feel unclean. It was a revolving door of respect and reputation: who had it, and who didn't. The political talks were killing Ova lately. Why couldn't the politicians just kill people with bombardments, instead of sitting them in a room for four hours and talking them to death?

Ova followed shortly after Reign, and he thought that he could see Rellik there too. The best of the Diarchy had assembled.

We're just going to talk, the mineral baron reminded himself. Ova prayed that it wouldn't turn into a battle, but something inside of him said that it could. Tensions were high, and Ova was determined to make them better this time, and not worse. Now, the consequences of bad diplomacy wouldn't be a blaster round to the head if diplomacy failed; now, the planet would be bombarded. Of course, knowing the insanity of the current eleventh Sith Empire, they could always do both?

Ova stood at "Imperial Attention", the sort of discipline that Reign and Rellik expected in this situation. He held his hands in front of him. He had nothing to hide: putting his hands behind his back always felt uncomfortable.

Ova had watched the city of Ravelin live and breathe, and he already felt a soft spot for the city. All of that work outside in the city, all of that legacy, all of that unity, it could be gone in the blink of an eye, merely over "reputations" and "respects". Ova wouldn't karking allow it.

While Diarch Reign stood waiting for the Empress, Ova engaged with him and with some of the other Chancellorate and Diarchy allies. Ova had developed a habit of divulging whatever information he knew about the other side just before a diplomatic meeting.

"I read the Trigonus Report, in its entirety. The Lost are spreading propaganda all over the galaxy."

Ova wanted to make certain that Reign had the information he needed to make the right decisions.

"I've lived in the Tingel Arm my entire life. Whatever they're accusing us of...this "fifth wing" business...it doesn't involve us at all."

Ova gritted his teeth - but then, he remembered to relax himself. The angrier he became, the more the force sickness would affect him. It was in his best interests to remain calm.

The Lost could come to Dantooine, but all they would find would be the Space Wolves, a group of pirate vigilantes who had formed an impromptu resistance against the Dark Empire; against anyone who would harm Dantooine. It turns out that the only thing the pirates hated more than Ova Ziss was the Imperial Empire, in all of its forms. Dantooine had only moderate wealth even at the best of times: they were not the crown jewel of the Tingel Arm that they used to be, and the Sayu Ni Temple Enclave was still in ruins.

Ova reminded himself of how often these politicians postured an invasion angle, even to him personally, but how their threats of conquest were often dissuaded by even the most shallow offers of credits, kybers, and favors.

Seeing that the Empress was almost here, Ova spoke quickly, muttering into Reign's ear.

"We've been betrayed by one of our allies. It must have something to do with that weird droid on Jaemus. I must tell you something."

Ova takes a deep breath, and then gives Diarch Reign and the Diarch's diplomatic assembly what he perceived to be some really bad news. But, Reign needed the information, if he was going to make a proper choice about the Lost.

"The droid bought two million credits of Dantari kyber crystals. He aspires to kill the Emperor of the Dark Empire, but he doesn't trust us even after our deal went smoothly. I swear on my life, Diarch Reign. We have nothing to do with this 'Fifth Wing'. It is a traitor of a different sort."

"Tell the Lost to go after the droid. I will take full responsibility for anything that goes wrong."

[...]

The Empress of the Loss had arrived: a beautiful (in Ova's opinion) female wearing a white, regal dress, and they were strolling over now. It could only have been the Empress. She was flanked by a substantial royal guard, and the Captain. The Lost had docked up and landed quicker than expected. Not only had they landed, but they landed with force. With the ship being a shade of solid gold, too, they dressed to impress. Ova had to respect that, but it wasn't what he was used to, having come from a gritty mining, spacing, and scavenging planet like Dantooine. There was nothing quite like doing diplomacy with a ship pointed at your head. But - strangely - it wasn't Ova's first time experiencing a situation like this.

Respectfully, Ova let the Diarchs and higher-ranking members of the Chancellorate introduce themselves first.

When it was Ova's turn to introduce himself (which came much later in the meeting), he would bow his head and body low to the Empress.

"Empress Kilran, I am Ova Ziss. It is a pleasure. I am the Governor Pro Tempore of Dantooine. I wanted to talk about these 'Tingel Arm' folks who have been giving you trouble. - Ah, but I suspect we will get into that soon."

Ova followed after the delegation, saying nothing else as Archon Zara and Empress Kilran began their conversation.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Objective One:
Location: Crucible Academy upon Bastion
Tags: Karl Von Strauss Her Maldor Mecetti Laphisto Ova Ziss Darth Nexion Lord Rasnuhl Kanni Ugaiya Kilran Sieliel Dimegor Shan Pellian Darius Vex

The Declaration had gone about as well as the high council was expecting. Although Rellik himself had personally hoped for more talks with everyone invited. Those aligned to the dark side postured and the members of independent planets along with those of the Galactic Alliance never showed, despite promises of delegates. It was a troubling sign to Rellik that the endless crusade across the galaxy was the only means to truly achieve piece. Everyone's flaws were on display, easily eligible by any looking to read into the matter. As the Diarch peered out of his window a large ship had arrived casting a shadow upon the city streets below his room within the tower. The answered request for talks from the EOTL had arrived. Hopefully to Rellik, there was a chance for someone within this galaxy to have their senses still in tact.

Reaching out to Darius Vex of the "Network" while still within his chambers Rellik began to discuss the finer workings of their operation over a secure link. With majority of guests now gone their manpower could be used to oversee the next few hours. The Diarch personally wanting to know exactly who followed within the Empresses' entourage. As powerful as any one being in the galaxy could be, those who whispered in their ear had tricks of their own to employ. A uniquely pliable tool if the need arose.

Once done there he would contact Shan Pellion and Laphisto to ensure the space above the city was safe. No matter what happens this day, within the heart of the Diarchy's control. Those they cared for would not see the brutalities of war brought upon their children. He entrusted the men to do their job with diligence and that if need be Darth Nathrax would provide the militaries support to evacuate civilians.

A hand placed upon his shoulder Rellik would turn to see Varis Oakertain standing by his side. "My lord, it is time to depart. You will be late to the meeting at this rate. You invited the whole galaxy here. The men know what they are doing, now it is time to do your job." A playful laugh left the Diarch as he gave a sigh of relief. "You are correct my friend. Let us be on our way."
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Location: Palleon Gardens

Arriving slightly behind Reign and some members of the EOTL Rellik would stage himself a few meters behind the table on their side of the room discussing with Varis for a moment longer. The Diarch requesting he watch closely for any signs of poisoning, fidgeting, or other nuanced behavior. The Diarchs personal hunter had a keen eye for perception. Not on the level of any inquisitorial type but his view was trusted more than others to Rellik.

Ova Ziss 's arrival was a pleasing site. He has taken much initiative lately, a fiery spirit is what they would need for the wars to come. As whispers would peek Reigns ear from the man, Varis would point it out to Rellik. With the new information Ova' Disclosed during the declaration it would be no surprise to see him lost in the anticipation of the moment. Once all of this was behind them for a time, the Diarch would take him into the high council chambers to divulge more of what he knows.

With the Empresses' arrival Rellik was now at full attention. Despite reports probably reaching her of our movements across the galaxy at large, she noticed Reign sitting at the table in his charismatic manner. A person of presence where Rellik tended to stick to the shadows until the spotlight was upon him. Awaiting his moment to take action or use words. What had actually caught him off guard was her beautiful dress. Something more akin to Naboo fashion than a lady of the empire. The brightness of it and the kind introduction to his brother had increased Rellik's hope for peace among them all today.

Now stepping forward from the rear of the room, Rellik announced himself to her in return.
"Dear Empress Kilran, I am Diarch Rellik. Co-Head of our people here. The honor is ours." Giving a soft bow to her and her delegation, Rellik would sit next to his brother. A united front for whatever may come.

 

[Her]

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Bastion, Outer Rim Territories, Braxant sector, Sartinaynian system;
The Diarchy;
On board The Quest.

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"We have been tested, but we have emerged stronger. We move forward as one people: the Imperial citizens of the first Galactic Empire. We will prevail. Ten thousand years of peace begins today."
-- PALPATINE'S Declaration of a New Order a millennia ago.

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It is the Age of the Imperium.
A GALACTIC EMPIRE RULES THE GALAXY.
The Jedi are gone.
Stars quake at our feet.

The DARK LORD OF THE SITH traverses the walkways of the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer to gaze upon the greatest weapon in the known Galaxy. Each breath is laboured, and difficult. Grief is at the forefront of his mind. Doubt has gripped a heart made of iron, and steel. On Mustafar a hero died, and in his place is what was left. The DARK SIDE OF THE FORCE is flowing as the tides shift and a NEW ORDER takes their place among the Stars. Woven into the tapestry of DARTH BANE the promise has been fulfilled.

Tyranny has replaced freedom. Justice supplanted by greed. Terror instils a cruel sense of order.

Ten thousand years of peace begins today.

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"Is that doubt I feel in you my apprentice?"

The Obscurer-class Star Destroyer is a marvel of engineering. A product of House Mecetti Nationalized Industries of Obulette it was the result of a deal created between the Empire and House Mecetti brought about by Nimian Totan : a Lieutenant Colonel who sought advancement among the Imperial elite by producing a new lineage of naval power in the Tion Cluster in exchange for a promotion. All that Totan had to do in order to guarantee the deal was to leak intel to the son of Casteban Mecetti about the whereabouts of Sith paraphernalia that he came across as the EGGMAN pursued his agenda to expand the borders of his Empire beyond the old realms of the TION HEGEMONY.

That was until the deal was discovered and subsequently supplanted in exchange for a better arrangement for the SITH. Was it a co-incidence that The Quest had been selected for this mission today? Beneath the DARK LORD OF THE SITH and her apprentice loomed the old Imperial stronghold of BASTION. As their predecessor once stood on the precipice of their rule across the Galaxy so to did their successors on the eve of another age of the NEW ORDER.

Beneath the hem of a dark robe, with only the silhouette of a face peering under the hood, HER averted her gaze away from Maldor Mecetti to gaze upon the planet below them. The DARK SIDE OF THE FORCE swirled and flowed around them as their machinations looked to take the SONS OF KAKUS into their grasp and mould their crusade across the Galaxy. Interlocking her arms into either sleeve the Dark Lord said:

"You did well on Malachor 5 my friend. Reign has been deceived by your powers in the dark side as he has been tricked now into these negotiations."

A cruel smile crept beneath the hood as she conversed with Maldor. "But I fear Maldor Mecetti may yet still live to cause us a great many problems." Her turned to look back up at her apprentice. "I believed, after Kalist, that you would have killed him. Yet I sense that the holocron you came to possess did not help. It is only through power that your chains are broken, Lord Trigonus. Are you deluded into thinking it is the Empire of the Lost that you serve, or me?"

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[Laphisto]

Laphisto watched the blur of hyperspace streak past the viewport, his hands clasped behind his back as he stood aboard the Tracyn. This was the ship's maiden voyage since its restoration, emerging from the drydock not as an ancient relic but as a formidable flagship of the Lilaste Order. The extensive upgrades to its hull and weapon systems had transformed the vessel, breathing new life into its structure and enabling it to compete with modern warships.

With a brilliant flash, the Tracyn dropped out of hyperspace, the stars snapping back into view. A smaller ship followed close behind, skillfully tucking itself into the massive battlecruiser's shadow, hidden from immediate detection. Almost instantly, the sensors lit up, displaying a cluster of ships belonging to the Empire of the Lost . The most prominent among them was a Super Star Destroyer in orbit, its colossal frame dominating the tactical display. Another ship stood out—a vessel Laphisto recognized as belonging to Maldor Mecetti

The Tracyn's systems responded quickly, broadcasting a friendly IFF tag to all Diarchy vessels in the system while transmitting a neutral identifier to the EOTL ships. A separate, encrypted channel was established to hail Maldor personally.

Though they had never spoken directly, Laphisto knew of the man. There had been a time when the Lilaste Order and Mecetti's people were trade partners, their soldiers fighting and bleeding for one another in shared struggles. Laphisto vividly recalled one such moment in their intertwined histories: the battle over Felucia. Alongside Velran Kilran , Laphisto and Maldor had fought against a The sith

As the Tracyn settled into position, Laphisto allowed himself a moment of reflection. He hoped diplomacy would steer the course of the coming interaction, but part of him looked forward to catching up with an old acquaintance—one who had shared in the trials of battle, where bonds were forged in the fires of war.

 

[Lady Varokscar]

Location: Ravelin
Objective: II
Gear: In Sig
Tags: Open

Before me stood two objectives nestled within the mission itself, two distinct sections within one singular location to penetrate where the embryos of information continuously grew within those two wombs; waiting helplessly to have samples confiscated from its genetic coded information lying dormant inside. But which one to go after first, the military strength or the defense schematics? Surely the Diarchy would not be so simple-minded to house such information of great importance in the same section of the infrastructure; or were they led by folly philosophies that birthed a warm sense of security enough to tempt those Hags of Fate?

Time to accept the temptation. Time to play a Fate Hag.

We entered the edifice, entertaining every pair of orbs comfortably situated in sockets from all those inside; mainly more focused on Mystique than myself. "I hate when they stare," she said softly to me, earning a pat on her alloyed head. "You're unique, girl, take it as a compliment." Mystique chuffed in disagreement, then added, "I fail to see the compliment." I smiled down at her, she was unique whether or not she would acknowledge it.

"I need to apply for a trading permit," I said to the female human sitting behind the desk with a plaque that read in bold letters 'Guest Services'. Without the respect to even look at me, she asked if I had an appointment. According to her, anyone seeking to obtain a new permit must have an appointment before access is granted. Now she got a smile. I leisurely rapped my fingertips of both hands on her desk to get her attention. She looked up again and before she could speak, I changed the sound of my voice into a lullaby tone, a gift bestowed by the evolution cycles on my species, that worked on the weak minded or willed and lured her into a relaxing trance. No Force required.

"I don't need an appointment. Just let me in and tell me which floor." Just that simple.

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

The Quest - Obscurer Class Star Destroyer
On Orbit over Bastion

____________________________OBJECTIVE I: BASTION BELONGS TO THE EMPIRE!____________________________


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Maldor stiffened when he heard Her.

He hadn't been sure whether she'd gone to the planet below, or remained on the ship. He hadn't been sure which would have been preferable. On the planet below, she could manipulate the Empress. Here on the ship, she could interfere with him.

He ought to kill her.

Summon two score troopers, order them to fire on her. Cut her in half during the exchange.

Except he didn't know how many of her people were embedded among this ship's crew. And he didn't know how the Empress would react if he murdered Her. He wished Velda was here, to ferret out the spies and assassins hidden behind every seemingly obedient face.

"If I had done better on Malachor, we wouldn't be having this conversation," he said flatly.

He turned towards Her, to say more. But an officer on the bridge spoke up.

"Message coming in for you, Sir, on your private channel."

Maldor bit off his reply to Her and turned to face the communications officer. What was her name? Celastra? He couldn't remember. Strange to be getting a private message. He wondered who it was. Had Velda discovered something on Bastion?

"I'll take it in the Captain's War Room," he gestured to the room reserved for ship commanders to brood and plan their tactics, just off from the bridge.

Then, to Her, he added in a low voice, "Try to follow me and I'll cut you in half."

He stalked off to the War Room, closed the door behind him, and moved to the terminal at the desk.

"This is Lord Moff Mecetti," he said, "to whom am I speaking?"





Karl Von Strauss , Her , Maldor Mecetti , Laphisto , Ova Ziss , Darth Nexion , Lord Rasnuhl , Diarch Rellik , Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran Laphisto

 

[Velda Praz]

OBJECTIVE II: THE INFILTRATION OF RAVELIN!

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Bastion was a nice world, as far as worlds went. But unless a world murdered its homeless population, or incarcerated all of its impoverished, then there would always be beggars.

People with no skill, no ambition, or no hope. People who lived entirely based on the pity of others who were better off, and were willing to shed a tiny fraction of their wealth. Even worlds with robust social programs were forced to suffer such individuals. Some few even had the ability to work, and the resources to get help, but they just... didn't. Something had broken inside of them. Or it had never been made correctly to begin with.

Either way, a wandering life of street homelessness was their lot- at least until the lack of nutrition, lack of shelter, or a lack of health care finally killed them.

Velda Praz sat as one of those despicable persons. On the side of a road, hunched over, defeated, begging for coin. A plastic sheet covered her legs, an improvised blanket to shut out the cold. Except it wasn't cold.

Her prized possession was surely the shaded glasses she wore. It was the only thing that looked like it might have been bought from a store, and not salvaged from a dumpster. Probably long ago, an observer might think, before her life had descended into this pitiful posture.

A ship lifted off about a hundred meters away, rising from a municipal port reserved for military vehicles. She glanced at it, then looked away.

The glance was enough to record every detail of the ship, filtered through her tech specs and into a concealed data storage device. It was the tenth ship she'd noted today. Today was not her first day on this world. She'd begged in other spots on other days. Eaten little. Lost some weight. Shagged a stranger in an alley in exchange for enough credits to buy a bottle of alcohol and a slice of Raveshi Pie from a street vendor.

She was pretty sure she had picked up some parasites while sleeping in an alley. Her scalp itched constantly.

Such was the life of a spy.

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Karl Von Strauss , Her , Maldor Mecetti , Laphisto , Ova Ziss , Darth Nexion , Lord Rasnuhl , Diarch Rellik , Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran Laphisto Velda Praz

 

[Laphisto]

"This is Lord Moff Mecetti," he said, "to whom am I speaking?"

Laphisto raised a brow as he approached the holoprojector, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. With a fist pressed firmly to his chest, he offered a respectful bow. "Lord Moff, is it? Quite the promotion from Senator. It's been far too long since we last spoke, old friend."

He straightened, his amber eyes meeting the holographic projection of Maldor Mecetti with a mix of familiarity and curiosity. Though their paths had only crossed once, back when Maldor still bore the title of Senator, Laphisto had heard nothing but praise from his commander. The memory of their shared fight on a Sullustian freighter in the Tapani Sector resurfaced, a moment etched into history by desperation and mutual resolve.

"It feels like ages ago, doesn't it?" Laphisto mused, his voice warm but measured. "Strange to see you out here, so far from the Galactic Core. I suppose senatorial duty isn't quite what it used to be?"

He paused, folding his hands behind his back as his tone grew slightly more introspective. The truth was, Laphisto had never fully understood what had led the once-respected senator to join the Empire of the Lost and rise to the rank of Moff. The chaos of war had consumed his attention at the time, leaving little opportunity to inquire about the man's fate. When shipments from House Mecetti had abruptly ceased reaching Aurora Station, the demands of battling the Dusate pirates had taken precedence.

"I'll admit," Laphisto added, a note of sincerity creeping into his voice, "I've wondered what became of you after those shipments stopped. The galaxy has a way of scattering even the most steadfast allies, doesn't it? Yet here we are again, albeit under very different circumstances."

 

[Karl Von Strauss]

Objective: I - BASTION BELONGS TO THE EMPIRE!
Location: Aboard the Manticore, a Basilisk-Class Battleship, sitting in his quarters en route to Bastion
Equipment: Uniform with Moff Rank Plaque and code cylinders, k23 mod. E pistol, Leg
Tags: Sieliel Dimegor | Maldor Mecetti | Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran | Diarch Reign | Diarch Rellik | Ova Ziss | Lord Rasnuhl | Laphisto | Her | Sorry if I missed anyone!

Karl sat behind a large wooden desk, four datapads spread out in front of him, arrayed in perfect order. First was the NISB statement on the assassination of Aculia Voland, then ex-Director Alicia Drey's original death statement. Then, the transcript from Major Sieliel Dimegor 's statement about Alicia's death, and finally, the Trigonus Report given by the same Major Dimegor aboard the Revenge. Each datapad humming in unison with the large battleship barreling towards Diarchy space.

He reached for a glass of brandy on the edge of his desk and began to take a sip before realizing that nothing touched his lips. The glass was empty; he sat it down in front of him beyond the datapads, his son, Augustus Von Strauss , sitting across from him, hands clasped in front of him. Karl leaned forward, his weathered hands steepling under his chin.

"This… doesn't add up," Karl muttered. He gestured toward the datapads, his eyes flicking across their glowing contents. "Voland's supposed assassination, Drey's death, the NISB's carefully worded statements, and now this Trigonus Report. It all reeks of manipulation. Chaos doesn't operate this cleanly, Auggie. Someone is tying off loose ends or spinning narratives to keep us blind."

Augustus leaned forward, his hands mimicking his father's. "Do you think the NISB is involved, Father? Or perhaps someone outside their reach, like the Tsis'Kaar or Darth Malum?"

Karl exhaled while shaking his head. “Perhaps, but it’s not just the NISB. We cannot rule out anyone. The Fifth Wing’s abrupt shutdown by them is particularly troubling. An organization with their reach and autonomy doesn’t just vanish without cause. Pair that with Drey’s death it becomes too convenient, too perfectly timed. The gears begin to shift. As for Aculia…or should I say the Grand Inquisitor.” His tone lowered slightly. “Let’s just say the circumstances of her assassination don’t quite match what we were led to believe. Her reappearance may be part of a larger scheme or as a pawn in someone else’s.”

"If this is as interconnected as you suggest, who benefits?" Augustus asked, "Who gains from all of this...chaos?"

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Karl leaned back in his chair. “The NISB might be compromised or worse, complicit. But this goes beyond them. The timing, the precision of these events, the narratives being fed to us. They point to larger machinations, one we can’t yet see. We don’t just watch the NISB, Auggie. We watch everyone. No one is above suspicion; the Volands, the 'supposedly-fabricated' Fifth Wing, anyone in a position of power. If we don’t root them out, we risk being pawns in someone else’s war.”

With a long sigh, Karl stood up, unholstered his pistol, and fired four times into each of the datapads. "Until we learn more, and find people we can undeniably trust, we keep this to ourselves. Understood?" He asked looking toward his son.

"Of course Father. Lips sealed tighter than noble's credit purse."

Karl stood on the bridge behind his command podium flanked by the four people he trusted most: Commodore Keegan, a friend and ally from his time in the First Order and in the naval academy, the newly-promoted Lieutenant Moira, the person who helped him during the aftermath of the ionic weapon used by the TAC. Then there was his son, Augustus, Captain in the Navy but an undisputed tactician that rivaled Keegan, and Dieter Kovasch , a lieutenant in the Paragons, but his chief security officer before during his privateering days.

He gathered all of them here, to assist and watch over everything. They were some of the only people he could trust to do their jobs, although only Dieter and Moira were coming down to the planet with him. He would've brought Milton if he wasn't in the sickbay, after catching a nasty cold. After hyperspace melted back into realspace Karl issued an order before leaving for the hangar bay, "The ship is now in the command of Commodore Keegan and Captain Von Strauss. Their orders will be taken as if from me, understood?" A resounding affirmative from the bridge crew ushered him off.

Against the dark grey hull of the Manticore, a shining light exited from the hangar, the Celestia and its white and gold paint a stark difference from the warships gathering here. Its modules limiting its radar cross-section were turned down so that the Diarchy and Lilaste vessels could track him. After receiving landing orders from the Gardens, Karl exited working on a datapad of N&Z design flanked by only Lt. Moira and Lt. Kovasch. (It would be prevalent to mention that Dieter is not in his Paragon armor, but is equipped with the EOTL spec LHEA mkII armor, helmet at his side.)

As he approached the delegation, the datapad he was using was handed back to Lt. Moira and put under her arm. He drew in a breath through his nose, "Diarchs Reign and Rellik. It is a pleasure to meet you both, it is unfortunate that our first meeting is under these circumstances. And a good evening to you as well Governor Ziss." He didn't bow but made sure to make eye contact with each of them, his pale blue eyes brighter under the light of the Gardens. "I am Moff Karl Von Strauss of the Calamari Sector, but you may know me better as Director of N&Z EnSol. I hope our products have been meeting your expectations."

He leaned in slightly, "Hopefully these negotiations can bring us closer together, rather than send us down the route of war." After exchanging pleasantries, he walks into the room with the gold and black covered table and finds others from the Empire.

 

[Darth Nexion]

Location: Palleon Gardens
Objective 1

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Nexion was finishing his training session when he wandered outside and saw the Star Destroyer in low orbit that was not of the Diarchy. That's when he recalled the meeting that was happening today, to which he accepted to join Reign and Rellik.

The necromancer realised that he wwouldbe running late no matter what, so he took his time getting to the meeting place. When he arrived that the Palleon Gardens, the first thing he did was take a glass of wine before he sat on the Diarchy's side of the table, unapologetic about his tardiness. He took a sip of his wine before he addresses the table.

"Excuse me for my lateness. I do hope I didn't interrupt anything. Darth Nexion is present, let the record show."

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

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Bastion, Outer Rim Territories, Braxant sector, Sartinaynian system;
The Diarchy;
Pellaeon Gardens.
Tags: Karl Von Strauss | Maldor Mecetti | Diarch Reign | Darth Nexion | Diarch Rellik | Her | Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran | Laphisto | Lord Rasnuhl | Ova Ziss |

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"Blessed Imperial citizens, this is an emergency state announcement. I repeat, this is an emergency announcement. A few minutes ago, Imperial military and civilian channels across multiple sectors began to transmit a rallying cry on a repeating loop—For the Emperor. We have just now received confirmation of its meaning, from High Moff Teckla Tane. It is with indescribable grief and sadness that I announce the death of Our Imperial Majesty… His Excellency, Emperor for Life, Lover of all Porgs, Galactic Conqueror, and Genius with an IQ of over one-thousand… Imperial Emperor Velran Kilran… has passed away, while waging a defensive operation against the Tingel Arm Coalition."
-- Bella announcing the death of Velran Kilran in The Death of His Imperial Majesty.

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Walking in tow with the PHANTOM EMPRESS were members of the IMPERIAL DELEGATION sent to the old Imperial stronghold of BASTION-- now the Capital planet of the newly risen DIARCHY-- to negotiate terms that would see this newly risen superpower along the BRAXANT RUN pull out of the SARTINAYNIAN SYSTEM so that it could be reclaimed by the rightful HEIRS TO THE EMPIRE!

As the Empress and her delegation arrived a diplomat stepped forth while she greeted Diarch Reign . From under his armpit he produced a datapad containing a transcript that had been prepared accordingly for the beginning of the summit. A thick Tionese accent boomed throughout the gardens as the delegates introduced the newly coronated head-of-state to the EMPIRE OF THE LOST and direct successor to the late Emperor Velran Kilran .

"By the grace of the Eggman of House Kilran, ascendant to the Imperial Throne of His Majesty of the Known Galaxy, we stand before you as the Heirs to the Empire. We are witnessed by members of the Imperial Ruling Council, representatives of the Diarchy and a sister of the Old Tion Hegemony.

The newly coronated Phantom Empress has spoken:

The Diarchy shall immediately surrender control of the Imperial stronghold of Bastion and recognise Her Majesty of All Imperial Kind, Her Excellency, Empress for Life, Lover of all Porgs, Galactic Conquer, and Genius with an IQ of over One-Thousand as the rightful ruler of the Braxant Run, the Sartinaynian system and all territories formerly aligned to the First Galactic Empire as founded and decreed by the Galactic Emperor PALPATINE on His Declaration of a New Order!

Do you accept?"

As the stunning declaration shifted the balance of peace towards the tides of war the delegates accompanying Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran and her marines begun to circle around the gardens handing each representative of THE DIARCHY with the list of demands, policies and proposal as they sought to reconstitute the GALACTIC EMPIRE as decreed by the late EGGMAN.

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To the Diarchy, Sons of Kakus, and the Brotherhood, One thousand years ago the great PALPATINE-- Galactic Emperor, and founder of the First Galactic Empire-- decreed in his DECLARATION OF A NEW ORDER an era of ten thousand years of peace. The JEDI ELEMENT, in collusion with seditionists, conspired and subsequently led a rebellion resulting in the GREAT SCHISM whereby the Empire fractured into the IMPERIAL REMNANT. From those dark days of sedition and treason through to the current day the old Imperial stronghold of BASTION has stood firm in the face of a millennium of upheaval and chaos while the Galaxy laments the end of peace, prosperity and the order brought by our IMPERIUM. By all rights BASTION BELONGS TO US! The EMPIRE OF THE LOST-- formed from the remnants of the ELYSIUM EMPIRE, ETERNAL EMPIRE and IMPERIAL REMNANTS of the SECOND GREAT HYPERSPACE WAR-- do formerly declare today, on Stardate 23012025, that we are the rightful and true HEIRS OF THE EMPIRE. As decreed by HIS MAJESTY OF ALL IMPERIAL KIND we endeavour to reconstitute the GALACTIC EMPIRE and usher in the NEW AGE OF IMPERIALISM. BASTION, as our divine right, shall be turned over by THE DIARCHY immediately. All star sectors, their star systems, and respective territories of the FIRST GALACTIC EMPIRE and it's IMPERIAL REMNANT shall belong to the newly coronated PHANTOM EMPRESS OF LIANNA as a matter of doctrine, principle and policy by the SONS OF KAKUS, THE BROTHERHOOD and all aligned entities to this DIARCHY including the territories of the BRAXANT RUN. In exchange for your prostration THE DIARCHY shall be welcomed into the IMPERIAL COURT and recognised as citizens of THE EMPIRE. As part of our domain we shall protect you from the subversive JEDI ELEMENT which saw the formation of the TINGEL ARM COALITION and the aggressive CONSIPIRACY propagated by the followers of the NEW JEDI ORDER, based in the IMPERIAL CENTRE, and occupied CAPITAL OF THE IMPERIUM-- CORUSCANT-- who seek to end IMPERIALISM in the known Galaxy. Your homeworld of TARIS-- presently occupied by the tyrannical GALACTIC ALLIANCE-- shall be liberated by our combined forces where the SONS OF KAKUS shall be recognised as it's rightful rulers. The adorned titles, accolades and military strength of THE EMPIRE shall be yours to command as THE DIARCHS bring about the FINAL CRUSADE to end all wars as the old orders are replaced by THE NEW! Failure to comply with our honourable demands will result in the DECLARATION OF WAR between THE EMPIRE OF THE LOST and THE DIARCHY effective immediately. Signed, HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY OF ALL IMPERIAL KIND, HIS EXCELLENCY, EMPEROR FOR LIFE, LOVER OF ALL PORGS, GALACTIC CONQUER, GENIUS WITH AN IQ OF ONE-THOUSAND, HEIR TO THE GALACTIC EMPIRE, AND THE EGGMAN, VELRAN KILRAN. HER MAJESTY OF ALL IMPERIAL KIND, HER EXCELLENCY, EMPRESS FOR LIFE, LOVER OF ALL PORGS, GALACTIC CONQUER, GENIUS WITH AN IQ OF ONE-THOUSAND, HEIR TO THE GALACTIC EMPIRE, AND THE PHANTOM EMPRESS, KAANNI UGAIYA KILRAN. THE SUCCESSION OF THE IMPERIAL STRONGHOLD OF BASTION TO THE EMPIRE OF THE LOST; STARDATE 23012025.​ The SARTINAYNIAN SYSTEM and the planet of BASTION shall be surrendered immediately to the EMPIRE OF THE LOST.​ The BRAXANT RUN, all of its STAR SYSTEMS and their respective TERRITORIES shall be recognised as part of the EMPIRE OF THE LOST.​ THE DIARCHY shall be whence known as citizens of the EMPIRE OF THE LOST and later the reconstituted GALACTIC EMPIRE.​ All military forces, organisations and religions-- including the NETWORK, and the BROTHERHOOD (as part of THE DIARCHY)-- shall be absorbed into EMPIRE OF THE LOST under the authority of the NEW IMPERIAL SECURITY BUREAU, THE IMPERIAL RULING COUNCIL, the PHANTOM EMPRESS, Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran and EMPEROR FOREVER, Velran Kilran .​ The SONS OF KAKUS-- Diarch Reign , and Diarch Rellik -- shall be honoured as REGENTS OF THE BRAXANT RUN and awarded their seats upon the IMPERIAL RULING COUNCIL based within the TION CLUSTER.​ The planet TARIS shall be liberated from the tyrannical GALACTIC ALLIANCE and subversive JEDI ELEMENTS occupying IMPERIAL CENTRE whereby THE DIARCHS will reclaim their homeworld under the domain of the PHANTOM EMPRESS.​ All technologies, treasures or discoveries taken from the ASHLAN VAULT shall be turned over to the PHANTOM EMPRESS immediately.​ THE DIARCHY shall immediately recognise the EMPIRE OF THE LOST as the HEIRS OF THE EMPIRE and defacto successor to the FIRST GALACTIC EMPIRE as decreed by the GALACTIC EMPEROR PALPATINE in his DECLARATION OF A NEW ORDER. THE PHANTOM EMPRESS-- Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran -- shall be recognised as the GALACTIC EMPRESS and RULER OF THE KNOWN GALAXY.

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[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Bastion | Pellaeon Gardens
Tags: Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran Karl Von Strauss Darth Nexion Maldor Mecetti Her Ova Ziss

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The Diarch nodded his head as the Governor elect whispered in his ear. This was information he had known, coming face to face with the Fifth Wing on Malachor V. He admired the man's spirit, but he was missing vital information. His voice conveying calm the Diarch spoke.

"Patience Ova, I know who our enemies are, your loyalty has never been in doubt. If we are to see this conspiracy through, we must remain steadfast. Follow me, and all will be revealed."

He sensed the presence of his brother before he saw him, but Reign had turned his attention to the young Empress as she entered. Dressed in a white gown, in stark contrast to the black the Diarch wore, she appeared more ready for a ball than a diplomatic summit. Nonetheless, she greeting him kindly so he would return the pleasantry.

"One of Two, Empress. Welcome to Bastion"

As his brother introduced himself and sat, Reign would sit as well, presenting the unified front as always.

It was at this point, a face he recognized, but had not yet had the opportunity to meet entered the gardens. A Director from N&Z, as well as Moff of the Calamari Sector. Karl Von Strauss, if it was to be war, his was a life Reign's was loathe to waste.
Matching pale blue eyes with verdant green the Diarch spoke warmly to the man. Though avoided using his Imperial title.

"Director Von Strauss, Tertius C. Nargath always speaks so highly of you. I had hoped to find the opportunity to meet you myself, though in present circumstances is not how I would have liked. As for your products, N&Z has been a boon to us here, and I thank you"

The Diarch believed he would have grown to like the Director, even perhaps being friends, were they not on two sides of a conflict. He hoped secretly that the man would be spared any harm should these negotiations go south.
With the entry of the Necromancer, the Diarch could not help but smile, the glass of wine with him wherever he went.

"You are right on time Nexion, thank you for joining us."

The kind smile dropped from the Diarch's face as soon as the attendant spoke. Now they were into the true purpose of this meeting. Searching within the force he felt the presence he had been looking for, and presumably, the one who had forced this conflict Her . She was not planetside but she was near. The cool fury within Reign building as he realized he was nearly close enough to fulfill his promise of death.

As he read the demands, a bark of laughter escaped the Diarch. Before turning his gaze on the gathered delegation. The Rage within him turning his eyes from their green to the corrupted Red and Yellow of the Darkside.

"Silence your tongue, lackey, if your empress means to declare war, let her speak it from her own mouth."

The Diarch would then stand, his imposing form and gaze staring at each of the gathered Imperials there, softening only upon seeing Von Strauss as he did not want to be the mans enemy.

"I will not bend the knee to a child, so keen to get out of her father's shadow that she plans a war that she can not win. Tell me Empress, have you seen the carnage of battle? Have you led men to die for your cause? No. You are but a child who knows nothing of the true terror of the galaxy."

He paused for a moment

"You cling to some last vestige of the Galactic Empire, claiming to be the heirs thereof, but you will fail, just as they all have. You are plagued by corruption, bureaucracy, and the glory of the past, that you can not see the trouble within. I have read your Trigonus report, and it is lies. The very upper echelons of the Empire have been infiltrated by the Sith, this "Fifth Wing" your report claims they are Jedi, but I tell you this now. I came face to face with them upon the surface of Malachor V. They are adherents to another relic of the past. The Rule of Two."

He looked to Von Strauss directly then.

"You have been played for fools, yet you do not strike me as a foolish man Von Strauss. These sycophants adhere to a part of the past that should have died with Palpatine. And whether it is through naivety of your young Empress, or outright collusion, the Sith have placed you on this path to weaken the Empire. To make you an easy target."

He looked again to the datapad in his hand.

"Signed, HIS Imperial majesty? Do the dead speak for you still? If you are so determined to cling to the dead, perhaps my friend Nexion here can raise the "Eggman" from his grave so you may all follow him into yours"

He looked at the gathered delegation

"Bastion belong to the Diarchy, and it's people. Do yourselves a favor, and save your "Empire" the fate that will befall all who cling to the past. Bend the knee, allow us access to purge the corrupting influence of the Fifth Wing from your government, and truly join a new order. This need not escalate to bloodshed, unless no one here has the nerve to deny the person pulling your empress's strings."