Dominion For the Republic (Corellian Confederation Dominion of Kalist)

[Fable Solborne]

Venandi Raona Cadera Jayne Colacta Zahara Myneto Theo Vereen

Well, this was certainly politics. She kept a warm smile on her face as several began to speak, some of them more...forcefully than they realized. It was a delicate balance she was walking here, by simultaneously asking and offering. She was offering them a system of government and a plan for their reorganization, but they held all the power in the exchange. Kalist had nothing to offer, other than a secluded and difficult to reach location with a borderline inhospitable climate. Not that they wanted to be another prison colony and if it was brought up, she would lobby forcefully against it. She clasped her hands as they all spoke and she waited for a pause.

"Kalist would be grateful for Corellian assistance in defending our space until a permanent solution can be achieved, but we would hate to have to take people away from their home for an extended period of time when they expected to be stationed more locally," That should help to ease the tensions there and reduce that friction. Last thing she wanted was this odd admiral and his aide trying to take over their defense forces. She shifted to face the Intelligence Director.

"Madam Director, at least I presume this is your title, forgive me if I presume wrongly, that is an excellent question." Yet another holoscreen appeared until Fable was standing in the center of a cluster of them, all portraying various sets of information. "Any organization needs a mission statement, and our relations to other galactic powers would be reliant on how well our mission statement and their policy interacts. Ideally, the Republic will exist to foster freedom, peace of mind, quality of life, and safety both for those within its borders and to peacefully persuade other galactic governments to ensure much the same as well."

Now came the hard part. She had been piecing it together who these others were, but she held up a gentle hand to Lisza before turning to the clone. "You're an original Republic clone trooper, arent you? I can think of no other way for you to have such knowledge and opinions on something so long ago in the past. I will do your best to answer your questions to the best of my experience.

Member worlds shall care about the greater good because we already care about it. We would not be trying to make this happen if we didn't. This is a chance for a clean slate and fresh start. Those who join will do so willingly because they want to join and consider the cause worthy. It is the same reason why a volunteer army and navy will have to be sufficient. We cannot raise a clone army of millions to fight for us. We have to make the choice to protect ourselves. Correct me if I am wrong, but there had been no war in the ancient Republic for centuries before the Clone Wars broke out. How could the planetary forces be prepared for a war of such a scale? They were not trained or equipped for such a conflict. How can you expect them to match the skill and quality of an army engineered from the genetic level to be an ultimate fighting force? This time, it will be different. We will be training and preparing for massive wars between galactic powers rather than patrolling for pirates or search and rescue."

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Star Marshal of Imperial Remnant Navy
Location: Hanger Bay of The Tuatha De Danann
Starcraft: TIE/IN Mark IV Interceptor (Wing Compliment of Seventy-Two) The Tuatha De Danann (HQ)
Attire: Uniform

The cold darkness of space that laid before the view-port matched the pair of eyes that stared into the great void. The situation had deteriorated rapidly among many of High Command of the remaining Imperial Core Fleets, and Cyn wondered what all this bickering and false hope that so many seemed delusional to the point of lunacy. Their goal was to secure and defend the Core from any who wish to harm the civilians of the Core Worlds, but already the Corellian Confederacy began to encroach into the deep core and furthermore some other Imperium had declared itself back in the Teta systems. Stuck between a rock and a hard place after all. . .

A small part of Cyn yearned for the difficulty of outmaneuvering and barely surviving close engagements in her TIE Interceptor, Alas now I must outmaneuver my own Fleet Command and make sure their stupidity don’t hit the rest of the Navy too hard. Her teeth clenched further as she stared ahead and sighed bitterly. Kalist had always been a plan to reintroduce back into the Core Imperial, before the fall, but now it seemed Cyn had been ordered to patrol and observe what the Corellians were intending to do with the system.

Cyn already could hear the lunacy of some of the leaders of making demands to engage any and all non-Imperial ships but her job was to merely observe, a passive observer at best. Engaging war ships with my own crew had been siphoned to help man other ships. . . Cyn wished she could just execute the imcompentent buffoons that had driven her so far away from the Core. “And they continued to deteriorate the Fleet with half-baked schemes while I just sit and watch-”

“Marshal?”

Cyn snapped back to her pent up aggression nearly escaping once again as she swiftly turned to face her second lieutenant. The poor Officer looked pale but quickly recaptured his composure to address Cynthia, “Marshal Alucard, there is some activity of military vessels in-system and it seems the Corellian Confederation have made their presence known to Kalist proper.”

The young Star Marshal nodded once and addressed one the communication officers, “-Stay alert for any communication traffic heading out of system. . . and keep ourselves well out of any gravity-wells. I do not wish to be stuck any longer than needed if more military vessels enter in-system and they begin to give us weary glances.”

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Ava Cartwright-Pryce Raona Cadera Fable Solborne

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

Having been hired by the Kalist government along with many others for a surveying project Lanik stood beneath the light of the planet’s primary. The heat beating down on his skin, feeling almost like a faint burning. Large sweat stains painted the uniform the spacer had been given, his hair now unkempt and slick from the constant perspiration. In one hand, he held a datapad where he kept track of location markers and information on the homesteads. In the other Lanik clutched tightly to the canteen that was slowly beginning to run low.

Casting a glance over his shoulder, Lanik could still see the silhouette of the speeder he’d been issued for the job. Even the faint trails of smoke could be seen rising from the mechanical corpse. They were more than four hours into the shift when the turbines gave out, the sand being so caked inside them that it ruined the turbine engines. Lanik had lost a game of boulder, flimsi, shears to the other workers, thus he was the one sent out to go find help. The others decided to stay at the speeder just in case someone came by and to see if they could repair it.

Groaning, Lanik focused his endeavors on the path ahead and continued his march forward. Each step was a trial, every breath a tribulation as the heat wore him down. His feet and legs ached from the stress of walking across the sand for well over an hour. Heart hammering within his chest it made the spacer almost miss his time as a Jedi. No training or sparring session at the temple had ever tired him out the way the environment of Kalist had. “I feel sorry for the poor Kath mutts on Tattoine,” Lanik mumbled having heard that Kalist was supposed to be one of the more tame desert planets.

Taking a few more steps forward, Lanik felt the sand give way beneath his feet. It’s not an odd occurrence for sand to shift or give way, it’s quite natural. But not to where it felt like there was nothing. Sucked into the sand Lanik gave a yell as he was yanked beneath it.

 

[BB-4001A]

A stranger interjected herself.

At first, BB had just assumed that she'd made the same mistake that the customs agents had. Except, the way that she'd asked the second question seemed to make clear that wasn't the case. She hadn't asked if he'd been hurt, she'd asked if he'd been damaged.

"My function is unimpaired," the afro-bot replied evenly, craning his head back so to look the woman in the eye. "I think I surprised them is all," the youth noted simply. Reddish-brown hair. Blue eyes. The case of first impression was human.

"I'm BeeBee, by the way," the droid added. "It's short for BB-4001X."

The question was, was this chick a local? Or a spacer?

"I've got a cargo hold full of meilooruns I need to off-load before they start to get too ripe," the boy remarked, gesturing to the Corellian freighter with one thumb. "Would you happen to know if there's a farmer's market or anywhere that I could take them?"

That would also give him the opportunity to walk the area outside and surrounding the space port. Get a feel for what security was like, before he tried to connect with his Black Sun contact to distribute the spice and deathsticks that were stowed beneath the produce.

Alana Sunrider​

 

[Alana Sunrider]

BB-4001X

Alana nodded, looking over the smaller droid, to see if there was anything he might have missed. She didn't expect there to be one, but it never hurt to check. Sometimes things affected sensors and diagnostics. Nothing visible that she could see and it was rude to mechu deru a sentient droid without permission.

"I would expect so," Alana agreed, seeing if there was anything else the droid had dropped that she could pick up. "You are very well made. Quite convincingly so. HRD? Nice to meet you, BB. I'm Alana."

She brushed some sand from her hands and adjusted her poncho to protect some more against the sand and wind. "I'm afraid not. Here for the Republic recreation delegation. Only just arrived myself when saw what happened."

Alana gave a wry smile. "Glad I was here to help. How many of these fruits do you have? Big fan of them, personally."

The young Jedi didn't understand why some people reacted so viscerally to the realization they were talking to a droid or not. But then, she had grown up among machines. More than sentients, almost.

 

[Tala Bramsin]

Lanik Dawnstar

"Join the Judicial Forces," Tala grumbled, "Reform the Freedom Warriors. It'll be a chance to do something good, Ohm-Lai said. That blind Jedi didn't tell me it meant trudging through the most Force-forsaken desert I ever had the misery of encountering." The former GADF drop trooper was trudging through sands that piled up around his ankles. Instead of his usual gear, he was carrying surveying equipment.

Not that he knew how to use surveying equipment, but it was for the specialist team with him. He was there as escort and pack-mule, apparently. He grunted and chucked down the tripod as the specialists moved in to do their job.

Movement caught his eye and he shaded them with one hand. A figure was walking in the distance. Tala wiped his face with a handkerchief. It came away doused in sweat, but he paid it no mind, taking a sip from his canteen. He blinked and when he opened his eyes again, the figure was much smaller.

"Eh, take a look," Tala said, dropping the canteen back into its position and raising the electobinocs. He squinted at the initial glare as the lenses and magnifiers began the process. "Oh!" He dropped them around his neck and broke into a run. "He's getting sucked into the sand!"

The sand itself grabbed at his ankles and his running was awkward. Grains scraped across his face but he kept running, even as the heat sapped his strength. The breath tore from his parched throat and gasped as his gear bounced on his back and waist. "Hold on!" He called. "Spread your weight around more!"

 

[Theo Vereen]

Quiet but his mind already swirling with his own questions and answers. He remembered his last meeting with a few of these individuals he felt foolish uninformed and so out of place in that room.

But here maybe he could offer something to the Senator of Kalist.

Considering how far Kalist was from Alderaan there were at least 4 systems between them. He wasn't sure how to proceed really. "Senator perhaps you would permit my point of view, which you are quite allowed to ignore."

He took but a few steps closer, "I come from a small world who focuses on maintaining natural beauty on one world and develoment and weapon on another. " Delaya and Alderaan two very different places sister worlds balancing each other out.

"Even with all our development for ships, weapons, satellites, space stations it didn't stop the Sith from coming. There are never any guarantees that" Theo looked to the Corellian delegation again, yeah his words weren't going to be so eloquent, "someone bigger isn't going to come and wipe our all your efforts. But one thing we did learn, it's nice to have others to count on. And I don't mean to help you rebuild but to help you keep what you have. Protect what you have, sometimes there's a bit of cost with that too."

One deep breath and a pause hoping he wasn't being a fool, "It sounds like you want a government that will take the war to them rather than wait for them to come. Am I wrong?"

By the goddess don't let me get this wrong my mother will kill me

Raona Cadera | Venandi | Fable Solborne

 

[Venandi]

Taking in the others reactions, how Fable remained calm, welcoming still, ever diplomatic; how Lisza felt threatened almost immediately and his aid was no doubt calling for help, and the others, he noted their reactions too. All in all, it amused him, because he had spoken bluntly and truly, while they acted politely, even if only partially. Sneering slightly behind his helmet as he stood there, Venandi turned his attention towards Lisza, as she was the first to respond to him. In doing so, he noticed how her hand was going to her back, however slowly it may be, and he noted once more how her attendant was on a comm, no doubt already calling for help, for whatever reason. Staring at Lisza, Venandi chuckled darkly, before taking a single step towards the woman, attention focused solely on her, and when he spoke, his voice was dark.
"You're quite welcome, politician. Apparently it was needed, as you seem to have forgotten the past." Contempt evident in his voice, he continued on, sneer ever present. "I never said who I was, though it should be obvious if you simply look at my helmet. And frankly, I'm insulted you'd compare who and what I am, with some simple guard. I'm far more, my brothers are far more than you seem to comprehend. If you'd like a demonstration of just what we are, go on and pull out whatever's behind your back, use it against me. Or have reinforcements come in, I don't care."

He paused after that, still staring intently at Lisza, letting her take in his helmet, wanting to see if she'd realize what it meant, to see what she'd do.. Before she could answer though, Fable spoke up, addressing him. Eyes never leaving Lisza, Venandi listened as Fable spoke, assuming correctly who and what he was, and then addressing his concerns rather well. Smiling slightly under his helmet now, Venandi turned his gaze towards Fable, taking her in before speaking, voice considerably softer now, more light hearted.
"I am indeed an original Republic clone trooper, one of the originals in fact. As for what you say about the people caring... I suppose you're correct, why else would they join. Before, they were in because they'd been in for countless thousands of years. It's good then that these caring groups will fight for themselves, rather than force others to do so for them." Pointing a finger at Fable then, voice going down, with danger present in his voice. "This Republic will defend itself, no clone army will be raised in its defense. Let the people defend themselves, rather than force a slave army fight and die for a nation that doesn't care about them. Enough of my brothers have fought and died for a Republic and an Empire that cared nothing for them, it won't happen again under my watch, I swear it."

Lowering his arm, Venandi thought on the last part that Fable had said, about planetary forces not prepared for such conflict. Sighing quietly to himself, Venandi nodded before speaking again.
"As for your comment about the planetary forces, it's true, doesn't make it any better though. I lost many brothers due to the incompetence of planetary forces, so I dearly hope these troops of yours will be better prepared." Turning his attention to his brothers, he had a quick and silent conversation with them, which concluded with them nodding their heads. Looking back towards Fable, Venandi spoke once more. "That all said, I offer my own services and that of my brothers to help train these troops into something better. With payment of course, and other things, but that can come later."

Sighing to himself once more, Venandi glanced over those present once more, before taking a half step back. He'd said his bit, heard what he needed to hear, now it all came down to what the others would do. That was a recurring theme sadly, Venandi did something, and he'd have to wait on others before continuing. It was frustrating, but it was politics.

Raona Cadera | Fable Solborne | Theo Vereen | Jayne Colacta | Zahara Myneto

 

[Raona Cadera]

"You're quite welcome, politician. Apparently it was needed, as you seem to have forgotten the past." Contempt evident in his voice, he continued on, sneer ever present. "I never said who I was, though it should be obvious if you simply look at my helmet. And frankly, I'm insulted you'd compare who and what I am, with some simple guard.

She paused to look at the armor and did note it looked remarkably close to the armor worn by soldiers of that era that he spoke about, but many factions had taken such aesthetics and utilized them in their armor as was natural when something is of quality. So she looked at the helmet even harder and hazarded a guess.

"Mercenaries? A family of historical reenactmentors?" The threat afterwards was one that was not taken lightly as apparently some ragtag group of mystery men had found out about and barged into their meeting. But then his answer came and, well, it was crazier than either of those. Who in the Galaxy would believe that? The audacity that this man would come unannounced as not even a soldier or citizen of Kalist or the Confederation and begin making demands of their burgeoning government was asinine, especially coupled with his apparent derangement.

"You must be absolutely joking, even if these claims were true, which without testing wouldn't be able to convince a mouse droid, you barging into this private meeting with no pretense and demanding how this will go and then demanding payment for a service here and now is..." she shook her head and waved a hand. This was an absolute failure on behalf of all intelligence groups involved, she'd own that, but this was...Too much.

She turned to the Alderaanian Prince and tried to get back into the conversation at hand. The one that wasn't rife with historical inconsistencies and impossibilities.

"War is...Terrible," she said. "Nobody wants to race towards it, but I believe we have a responsibility to reach out to those who have asked. What we have is amazing, yes, but to allow our neighbors to wallow under the boot of Imperial remnants and Sith back marauders is not only cruel but also puts what we have in jeapordy. The more people that stand up to tyranny, the greater chance we have of fending it off. We, at least Corellia, would want a force that can defend and also help those like us that just want a better future for their loved ones, and sometimes words aren't enough to keep the Sith and their ilk at bay."

As she finished a duo of menacing Corellian Darksabers and an imposing Halcyon Commando entered the room after being alerted of the potential danger and threat of violence by unknown mercenaries.

 

[Tris]

When she'd gotten her first assignment off ship in what felt like a century Gedri was excited. Finally she'd be able to stop wandering the halls and simulators aboard the Starchild and plant her feet on solid ground! But then...She was also informed it was as back up for an incredibly important diplomatic mission to Kalist. The Starchild herself would also eventually catch up with her. So not only was she not really getting away, she was on a glorified babysitting mission. As the meeting went on she paced the halway, casting glances at the Darksabers and the other Kalist defense folk. She didn't tower over any of them outside of her armor, but in it? She was massive, standing just over 2 meters tall. Her powerful rifle that sat cradled in her arms made the blaster pistols of Kalist's guards and even the Mandalorian rifle of the Darksabers look like pea shooters and the ominous helmet full of photoreceptors gave her an even more alien look.

She was getting bored kicking around an imaginary bolo ball when her internal com beeped. Her eyes met with the opaque green visored masks of the two Darksabers and they all nodded at once, moving into the meeting hall.

"Hey what's going on in-" Fehen had shut the door behind her and its hiss cut off the gurard's words. Her training made it easy to shift gears like this. All business Halcyon Fehen entered the small conference room and did nothing but stand at the rear, positioning herself to where she could leap beteween the Diktat in limbo, Lisza Starchaser and the mercenary that had been mentioned before. Hopefully nothing else would come of this...But they'd said he wanted a fight.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

A modified Star Commuter 2000 Shuttle Jumped out of hyperspace arriving at the Kalist System. Inside the shuttle where Marlon Sularen Denzul Yorkell and Dion Pembell. The 2 latter were to publicly represent the Directorate within the Republic's Political and Military Affairs as well as to spearhead the Centrist Elements of the Republic whom Maracel aspired to unite under his leadership. When Maracel heard of this meeting , he knew this was the perfect opportunity to bring himself into the forefront of Republic politics now that the Corellian Confederation had reorganized into the Republic giving Maracel a chance to rise in prominence and finally get involved in Republic/Corellian Politics having already been kicked out of the Grayson Imperium for his willingness to rule over Corellia , and the Lord Imperator's last minute decision to not invade Corellia in which led to a confrentation and eventually Maracel losing his place as Duke of the Imperium.

As his shuttle landed in what was originally a penal colony turned into the official Capital City of Kalist , Maracel wondered at how long this Republic would last. Maracel Remembered when the New Republic collapsed as it was beseiged by the CIS and the CIC with the Corellian Rebellion finally putting an end to the New Republic. He wondered if this Republic would face the same fate , given that Maracel already expected the Republic to be fully reliant on the Corellians who already where known for their Rebel-like attitude and their thrust for adventure. As Maracel arrived at the entrance Central Conference Center he ordered his Supercommandos to stand guard while he . Denzul and Dion would make their way for the meeting.

However when the three men entered the room they were greeted by a standoff between Mercenaries and Corellian Special Forces. Surprised and confused Dion Pembell put his hand on his blaster while Maracel simply stated. "What in the bloody hell is going on here. Why are there Mercenaries and Soldiers in this room in a standoff when i am expecting a peacefull diplomatic meeting?"

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Star Marshal of Imperial Remnant Navy
Location: Hanger Bay of The Tuatha De Danann
Starcraft: TIE/IN Mark IV Interceptor (Wing Compliment of Seventy-Two) The Tuatha De Danann (HQ)
Attire: Uniform

Her eyes continued to watch the planet of Kalist with moderate interest, whatever the Corellians had wanted to do here would no doubt take extraordinary effort. I mean, not even those political fools back in Coruscant had much in a way to deal with the outer Core Worlds. Cyn though swiveled on her chair to face an entirely different alarming situation. Several large power readings were being detected to exit hyperspace near them and suddenly Cyn came face to face with one of the Commanders that had many an issue with her being promoted to Star Marshal.

The Communication Officer near Cyn nearly blanched by the sudden anger rising in her eyes, but the hologram image of Commander Pike stilled her tongue from lashing at the poof officer for allowing the communication to go through without warning. “Commander.” Cyn greeted, her hands remaining behind her back.

“Marshal Alucard.” Commander Pike responded evenly. Neither saw eye to eye from even before the fall of the Confederacy, and yet despite Cyn’s best attempt to remove herself from ever interacting with the Commander, fate would see it that they should meet yet again. “-We have your reports and it has been decided to increase our presence and dissuade those of Kalist of attempting to join with these Corellian Confederates.” The Commander explained quickly, his voice low but articulate and Cyn merely nodded once in return.

Perhaps unable to trust to her own tongue Cyn remained silent on the issue and for perhaps what felt like several long moments Commander Pike added, “-And I require your vessel to fall under my command. We shall make our presence known with a show of force.” And with that the Commander cut the communication and the hologram disappeared.

Cyn’s own hands clenched, her knuckles turning white as her rage continued to build, What kind of fool barges here and orders me around? He cannot be serious with this plan of his! Maybe if we still had a strong support link to Odik system but as we are now? Cyn furiously went through as many scenarios as possible but couldn’t come to one where this all ended well for them. But despite it all, a small grin emerged from the corner of her lips, while a small and irrelevant victory, this time Pike could not look down on her as he would whenever they would meet in person. Tall jerk-face.

“Helmsman, direct our vector to match with Agony’s Heart.” Cyn ordered, her own Venator-Class Star Destroyer moving behind the Auxilia-class Long Range Star Destroyer, “-Ready the pilots but do no launch until I issue the command.” Cyn added as her gaze fell to the projected map in front of her.

What does Pike actually believe he could accomplish here?

​

Onboard: Agony’s Heart, Auxilia-class Long Range Star Destroyer

Commander Pike understood the situation was dire, but there was only so much he could bare to see before he must act. The situation had deteriorated dramatically with the Imperial Navy as many traitors had simply disavowed themselves and returned back to their home system. If the Imperial Navy wished to continue functioning they needed a way to show that they still have presence.

“The people and Government of Kalist, you are under the protection of the Core Imperial Navy. Being under such protection of course means you must abide by our laws and rules. We have come under strong evidence that the Corellian Confederation have entered this system.” Commander Pike spoke, the transmission open to all within the system. “-We hereby require those in positions of power on Kalist to expel any and all Corellian Confederation delegations and envoies. Failure to comply will force our hand to expel them ourselves.”

“You have a singular hour to accomplish this before the Imperial Navy intervenes.”

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

The Tuatha De Danann Venator VI-Class Light Star Destroyer
Agony’s Heart, Auxilia-class Long Range Star Destroyer
3 x Imperial Vigil II-class Frigate
72 x TIE/IN Mark IV Interceptor
36 x TIE/LN Mark IV Space Superiority Starfighter

 

[Theo Vereen]

An original republic clone....he wasn't sure what to say about it. He knew his history had it drummed into him. Clones are people to, clones were made and designed to serve as soldiers. What did they do if not fight? Who commanded them, was it this man Venandi . All he could do was look to the floor unsure of what to do.

But then Raona Cadera spoke and while her tone was not threatening in any manner she spoke with a frankness of a seasoned politician. He couldn't help but be envious.

Theo nodded he wasn't a politician, "Madam I understand this" he nodded to Raona Cadera . "I'm sure Alderaan would seek the same thing a force that can stand up to forces seeking to infringe upon our sovereignty. I can tell you from experience Mam words do not keep the Sith away' He turned his gaze once again upon the Senator of Kalist.

"What do you think Fable Solborne Senator?"

 

[Fable Solborne]

Venandi Raona Cadera Theo Vereen Marlon Sularen Gedri Fehen

Fable's stomach clenched as she watched the proceedings. Despite her suggestions and guidance, the Corellians had decided to take the matter into their own hands. Appropriate, given their reputation, but less so for the guests at a summit. As a host, she felt it necessary to intervene and mediate between the fractious parties. She waited for them to calm down, turning to listen to Theo as he spoke, nodding, and then as Lisza continued.

"To prove you are who you say you are, remove your helmets and join us at the table. I knew another Fett clone from long ago, running a resistance movement here in the Core for a while. He had the same brashness as you have chosen to present, and said he might have some comrades coming. He himself is tied up in the Outer Rim on a mission but will be returning shortly. There may come a time when we have need of your services, but we can make no promises of such things yet. Now please, either remain courteous to my other guests or dismiss yourselves." She eyed the new commando that entered and had taken up position. "We have no need for this military posturing from anyone." Someone else entered and she shrugged. "You are correct, but mostly it is the result of misunderstanding and miscommunication. I hope we have smoothed it over and can continue."

She suppressed a sigh and turned to the matter at hand. "We are always glad to hear the opinion of a representative of Alderaan. Your people have a strong legacy of diplomacy and peacefulness that I personally greatly admire. As for your question," Fable merely shrugged. "I may be a visionary, but I am also a realist. I grew up here under One Sith and other Imperial occupations. War is inevitable as long as there are Sith, their followers, and those who desire control. And as the Republic, we take on the legacy and mantle of some of their most hated foes, and choose to represent the antithesis of their most cherished values." This time, she did sigh. "War will come, regardless of how hard we try to prevent it, and I hope to avoid the mistakes of the ancient Republic and instead choose preparation for what may come. We will need a flexible military force, capable of defending, but also of launching offenses to reduce the pressure on our space. And as my compatriot has said, if there are those who wish to join the Republic that live under tyranny, it is perhaps best we be prepared to assist-"

Her words were cut off by an aide who hurried in from outside and whispered something in her ear. She paled and looked to those around her. "More importantly, to defend ourselves. I have just received word that an Imperial warlord claiming CIC legitimacy has entered the system and demands we expel all Corellian Confederation delegates or they will do it themselves."

She let the words sink in. "We have a starfighter wing, but nothing more. Scans indicate two Star Destroyers in orbit, which is more than our pilots alone can survive, let alone drive away. We do not negotiate or accede to demands from warlords, but I also will not put you in harm's way against your will."

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

The sand continued to swallow Lanik, the man fighting against the pull to no avail. The worst part about this? That Lanik just knew if he survived he’d be finding sand in places he didn’t know existed for weeks. Lanik’s body had been honed during his training beneath the Jedi, sporting more than a reasonable amount of strength, agility, and flexibility. None of those aided him in fighting the grip of the earth as it attempted to swallow him.

Now waist deep, the more the one-time Jedi fought the quicker he sunk. A few feet away behind him a hole had formed the sand being sucked towards it akin to a freighter that drew too near to a black hole. A voice came over the dunes telling the surveyor to hold on, but hold on to what? Hands reaching out and scraping against the sand in vain Lanik continued to sink. His final hope being the other that was rushing towards him. The hole in the ground slowly growing wider and all-consuming.

Reaching out his hand, Lanik tried to grasp at the soldier, the ground finally giving way beneath him. Grabbing the hand of the soldier meant nothing as the hole spread sending them both spiraling into the darkness below.

Tala Bramsin

 

[Tris]

Posturing? Was her report that wrong? Did an uninvited mercenary group NOT threaten the Diktat with threat of violence against herself and her guards? She wanted to say something, to retort about the armor clad mercenaries that had infiltrated the meeting and made demands of this new government, but she held her tongue and let the ones who actually represented the people within their space speak. It would have been foolish for a soldier to do otherwise without any sort of rapport with the gathered dignitaries. Sometimes she really wondered what went through these politicians' minds but her wondering was cut off when she received a message through her com. The Core Imperial Remnant was here. She wanted to curse under her breath but kept it in and took a step forward. Her voice was heavy, but not abrasively so.

"Aaand this is where I come in. Diktat, you're with me. Saber two, Saber four, you two make sure the others get out alright." Her gaze fell on the antiquely armored soldiers and she cocked her head. "Hopefully that armor isn't as old as it looks and hopefully you can actually use that blaster you've got. We may need it." She stepped towards the young woman of Kalist. Up close she was rather pretty, for a human at least, but she didn't let that distract her.

"I'm going to need your cooperation ma'am. There's a Corellian vessel already en route, should be here before the hour is up. We were given holomaps of the facility before hand but, maybe you can help us get to our ships faster." She shook her head, "These Imperials don't play games. If you don't give up the Corellian delegation they will fire on Kalist. We need to get everyone to safety, will you help us? Or am I going to follow the map in my helmet and hope the Imps don't blast us before we get to safety?"

Fable Solborne Theo Vereen Marlon Sularen Venandi

 

[Venandi]

Standing there, facing Lisza, Venandi let her try to realize who and what he was. When she guessed, Venandi was taken aback. Mercs or re-en-actors? Scoffing at that, he shook his head. Before he could retort though, several Corellian troops entered the room, clearly there to intimidate Venandi and protect Lisza. Sneering at them, Venandi didn't have to say a word, because his brothers knew what to do. They stood as one, before moving forward, placing themselves between the new guards and Venandi, while at the same time pushing cloaks back to reveal weapons, though they didn't draw them yet. For his part, Venandi didn't uncloak himself yet, choosing instead to let his men do the show of Force, and to show that they didn't fear this new player.

He stared at her, even as his brothers stared at the new guards, not moving. Thus when Fable spoke once more, Venandi wasn't expecting it, much less when she mentioned another Fett clone out there. Breathing in somewhat sharply, with his brothers turning just a fraction, Venandi turned his attention towards Fable. He had already met several fellow Fett clones in recent times, but to know that there were still more out there. It was comforting, very comforting. Nodding then to Fable, Venandi did as she had suggested, and removed his helmet from his head. In doing so, he revealed who and what he was, a Fett clone, a true Fett clone. Though he was scarred, it was clear that he was a clone. Smiling slightly then, he spoke once more.
"I hope that clears that up, and proves I'm not joking." Shaking his head, still smiling, he turned his attention back to Fable. "I would enjoy meeting another brother once more, we're in too short supply these days. But yes, we can continue, I shall try not to cause anymore ruckus."

Still smiling, Venandi took a step towards the table, doing as she had asked. As he did so, his brothers moved backwards slowly, letting the cloaks fall back down around their bodies. Though they had 'stood down', they'd still be ready to move no matter what happened. Good thing too, because not too long after a message arrived from a ship in orbit. Venandi's ship in orbit received the message and sent it down to his brothers, with Cutter moving to inform him about it, but Fable beat him too it. Facing growing grim at the news, Venandi swiftly put his helmet back on, even as he pulled his cloak back slightly to withdraw his westar m5 from its holster. While he did this, his brothers opened their own cloaks once more and pulled out their various weapons, then they moved to the walls, preparing for the worst immediately.

Checking his weapon, Venandi slammed a cartridge home and pulled his westar up. Nodding to the commando who had spoken, Venandi laughed before answering.
"The armor is older than it looks, but still better than you'd ever expect. And of course I know how to use this, I was born and raised for it." Turning to face the others then, specifically Fable, he continued on. "Don't worry, my brothers and I will help deal with these CIC people. This group sounds like more of a challenge than the other CIC group we had to deal with. We have a ship in orbit and a gunship to take us there, and from there to those star destroyers." Smirking confidently then, Venandi spread his arms wide, voice oozing confidence. "We look like them, they use clone trooper or look alikes don't they? And our ship is an Imperial ship, so we'll be able to sneak aboard, and from there we can move to destroy or at least distract them from moving to destroy this place. That means you can escape and claim something about us. Doesn't really matter what you say, but it should be enough to not have you bombarded."

Dropping his arms with a laugh, Venandi turned towards the door, motioning for his brothers to join him. Marching off to war once more, Venandi was actually excited. It'd be a good distraction to all the politics he'd had to deal with so far. Venandi spoke one more time over his shoulder.
"If you want to send anyone along, or join us, do so now. We'll accept any help offered. Any objections, voice them quickly, or we won't hear them." Laughing again, Venandi neared the door. The time to stop him and his brothers was now, there couldn't be any hesitation, otherwise they'd be out the door and gone off to fight once more. But if no one called out to stop him, Venandi and his brothers would leave and head off to do as they'd said, head off to their LAAT and then their ship.

Fable Solborne | Gedri Fehen | Theo Vereen | Cynthia Alucard | Raona Cadera | Jayne Colacta | Zahara Myneto

 

[Marlon Sularen]

Location : On route towards Kalist
Objective : Help defeat the Imperial Forces
Allies : Everyone Else
Enemies : Cynthia Alucard


Already the week for Maracel had begun on a ruff start. Only hours before the Grayson Imperium launched their invaison of Vulpter began , Maracel had entered in a major dispute with Cedric Grayson resulting in his expulsion from the Grayson. Vengeful , Maracel decided to move forth and return to the Corellian Confederation in which was in the process of Reorganizing into a Republic.

Upon arriving at Corellia , Maracel would learn through his fiancé Jewele Hemsworth that main Corellian Diplomats and Military Officials were on Kalist and that the Directorate Headquarters at Prakith had intercepted a transmission on Kalist in which seemed to be an ultimatum from an Imperial Warlord. Soon Maracel would contact Dion Pembell and order him to assemble a Fleet of 5 Subjugator-Class Star Destroyers and set course for Kalist with Maracel leaving his fiancé on Corellia and leaving for Kalist on board of his recently purchased Praetorian-Class Star Destroyer with his cousin Denzul Yorkell intending to aid the Corellians and to enter Republic Politics.

 

[Theo Vereen]

One thing for certain his family would have a hard time with something called The Republic. His mother had been a Senator and a Minister in a government that failed the people of the Republic and she felt hugely responsible for it all.

But maybe he could help.

Before he could even utter a thank you for the Senator and support her words that yes war will come.

As if a prophet had just uttered the words they got word of a Imperial forces above them. Now he wished he had his ship.

Instead he stood and waited.

 

[Tala Bramsin]

Lanik Dawnstar

"Kark, kark, kark," Tala grunted as he ran across the sand, it sucking at his ankles as his boots thudded into it. "I don't know! Anything!" He called back as the man started to get sucked under. Tala unbuckled the backpack straps and let it fall behind him as he jumped onto the ground. He spread his body out to try and spread his body weight as he crawled forward. Grains of sand rubbed against his face and got caught in his lips. He tried to spit it out, but no good. Just got more scraping against his lips.

A hand caught his and he gripped tight around the wrist. Tala tried to wriggle backward, but each movement just made the same beneath him slide more to the center of the pit. Breath caught in his lungs, but it was no good. The sand opened up into a pit and dragged them both forward. Tala had a moment to hit the button on his helmet to slide the visor over his face before he was pulled under. He held his breath, but it was forced out of him as he hit the ground underneath.

"Last time I ever join a Jedi on a crazy crusade," he groaned, rolling over onto his side. The man pushed himself up off the ground. "You alright there?"