Imperial Flags Raised; Galactic Empire Dominion of the Felacat Sector.

[Marcus Tritum]

The young left-tenant entered the fete wearing his pressed dress grays, cap under one arm, hair regulation cut without looking atrocious - something the enlisted stormtroopers seemed incapable of pulling off. A newly minted officer in the Galactic Empire, eyes bright with pride and ambition.

He nodded hello to a few classmates from the Academy. Each now commissioned. Most holding their own command. Fabian had received his first command as the captain of an old Vigil-class corvette. A scout and escort vessel refitted for long range reconnaissance. A fine enough position, but what with the peace on the western front it'd become somewhat of a bore. The opportunity to rejoin comrades he hadn't seen in months was a delight. Sadly, while he had been away he had lost track of the latest drama. Consequently he found himself lost in their exchanges, like a skiff caught between the broadsides of two destroyers.

Stepping away from the fray for a moment, he sought a calmer berth. Picking up some champagne from a nearby server, he turned and found himself face to face with a woman, her single remaining eye the only thing more startling than her red hair.

"Beg pardon, Lieutenant Fabian," he made a short, snappy bow, "at your disposal, madame...?"

[member="Anya Malvern"]

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Fabian"]


Everyone here had some friend or squad mate they were talking to, laughing, and simoly enjoying the party before them. She sighed a bit closing her eye for a second, she wished her husband wasn't so busy then again, maybe it did justice to go out by herself try and make a life....just she seemed so...disconneted, possibly because the Empire was something she was forced into...

She opened her eye to be face to face with a man, she took a step back to give room as he bowed, she gave a smile and bowed herself speaking

high inquisitor Malvern, a pleasure to meet you lieutenant, I trust your night is off to a good start?

She said politely, least she wasny the one ti sgart the conversation makes it so much easier for her

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Oof.

Pulling rank was fairly common in the Empire, especially amid these sorts of social affairs. In a few words from her red lips, Fabian found himself in a tenuous position. The High Inquisitor stood leaps and bounds above a mere lieutenant. A misstep here could spell ruin for his career.

And yet, should he win her favor she could prove a powerful sponsor. Fabian saw the risks spreading out before him, a dozen paths he could take, and before speaking he weighed them all.

"Better now, High Inquisitor," he replied, just a touch of measured coyness to the words. "How do you do?"

[member="Anya Malvern"]

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Fabian"]

Poor man, her rank held quite a role barely being under the grand Inquisitor himself. Though for her she didn't quite care at all ranks to her were a odd thing however she had to play the part correctly of the high inquisitor

I am well...i wish the cats would simply disappear but I digress the drinks are good and the air is calm...now to ask...hows it better now lieutenant

She was careful around newer people outside of the work zone...maybe it was simomy the imperials...either way her tone was calm and didn't hold any authority over him at all, simply causal

 

[Jotham Noktis]

Commodore Jotham Noktis​

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Equipment: Formal Military Dress, Concealed DT-29 Heavy Blaster Pistol​

Location: Felacat, The Ball​

Status: Attending the Ball​

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"You're quiet, Commodore; I thought you wished to speak of the durasteel property developments?", inquired the Duke as him and Noktis walked together on the second floor of the ball, each with a glass of wine in their hand.

With the Imperial incursion through Silver Jedi Order territory, leases, house rentals, and property buys and construction rates plummeted. The reason? Investors were scared for the future of their civil investments. Several massive durasteel civil developments - all fifty miles in equilateral height and length to be exact - was to be constructed inside the primary planetary administration building, planetary shield and power grid. Durasteel was a useful material in constructing buildings, especially from an invasion to ensure civil structures didn't fall apart. The project was sustained by the Felacat planetary administration, and as of now, the funds are in transit between the planetary administration and the hands of the contracted companies. The project was ultimately done to increase interest in the housing market on Felacat, and ensure the entire economy of Felacat didn't fall apart. It was separate from the developments the Galactic Empire was manually implementing.

Cancelling the project would result in a massive net failure, the scare of multi-planetary businesses to reconsider business on the planet, along with estimations of large-scale economic failure. The Duke possessed blueprint-level information regarding the developments, and seeing as Imperial forces might as well had been occupying the territory for the time-being, it would be imperative for this information to have this information for planning future intelligence operations and establishing physical backdoors. These developments would not be finished for years to come even with the miracle-level of modern technology in their galaxy, but planning for the future was the Galactic Empire's expertise and specialty; a doctrine that Noktis thoroughly enjoyed with his methodical nature. By order of Imperial Intelligence, Noktis had feigned the duke into bringing the information here by deceiving him that he'd legally no choice in the matter - in reality, the duke did in fact have the ability to do so, because cancelling the projects would result in economic failure - it was an intricate game of bluff. All he had to do was pick-up the data.

"I did.", replied the Commodore in a slow, dreary fashion, "I would just rather prefer if we were to sit down on this, however. This is, as you know, a sensitive matter."

With their fine alcoholic drinks in each of their hands, they elegantly made their way to a distant lounge with an equivocal coffee table between two chairs. They sat down on opposite ends, and finally began to talk business.

"I suppose I shouldn't need to ask if you've brought our business data.", Noktis hinted with an inquiry.

"How could I? Please, it is imperative.", the Duke spoke with a hint of intrigue that he was in on the friendly side of Jotham with the game they were playing - he really wasn't. everything was proceeding as planned. The Duke reached across the table to hand the Commodore the external holodisk, and indeed Noktis reached across to grab it, and place the device in his coat pocket.

"Thank you, Duke. Your cooperation is appreciated.", said the Commodore, "If that'll be all, I'll take my leave. I have other acquaintances to meet."

"Not at all, Commodore; I would never want to hold you up from your duties.", replied the Duke, "Perhaps after the ball, we could have a round with a couple of good women; I know a couple good acquaintances myself of the feminine variety."

Noktis laughed, "Perhaps, perhaps.", replied the Commodore, as he took his leave, with his drink in hand.

That wasn't happening, was a minor thought on the mind of Jotham, thinking idly about the parting invitation from the Duke. He could barely stand the stench of the duke's sense of entitlement, and he was about to take advantage of financially-deprived women. He had no interest in the matter, as he continued on his way.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

The unit moved down the corridor at speed, each having withdrawn a single side-arm that had been concealed in their dress-suit jacket. “Remember that we are dealing with a political situation on this one. Keep it quiet.” Kayrce made sure to remind the team. The last thing the Empire needed was Felacat blood on their hands, especially when this planet would be an example made of world wanting to join the security offered.

As they moved from the corridor into a large open chamber usually housing the royal families usual residence it was clear that they were being watched. “Ma’am?” She heard Rhun question from his now paced walk, none of them wished to slow down.

“Do not fire unless…”

“For a free Felacat!” A large example of their species shot from the shadows, rifle raised and firing rapidly, fortunately it was also inaccurate as Kayrce rolled and got behind a bench, her own blaster firing as she did.

“Cover. Alert the Grand Moff, but keep it to his channel only.”

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond let the Inquisitor’s body slump to the floor. Shortly afterwards Desmond could hear the sound of blaster fire from above. He stooped low to pick up the Felacat Inquisitor’s weapon. He was surprised to find a lightsaber on the felines hip. He hefted the object into the light and studied it curiously. It was of an ornate design, Ebony ivory made up the hilt, while a single pearl seemed to be the ignition button. Desmond clicked it and a large purple blade of pure light took shape. Desmond wielded the Saber with both hands and began to make his way up the steps.

He found two unconscious bodies in the room and a secret door left slightly ajar. Desmond made his way to the entrance and took a peek outside. Sure enough he spotted several of Inferno pinned down by a lone shooter. Desmond cursed and wish he had his stealth cloak for the umpteenth time. He carefully opened the door and beckoned to Inferno.

“I’ll cover you! Come on!” Desmond shouted as he hoisted the purple Saber high into the air and attempted to block the incoming enemy fire.

The first blast went barreling past his head. The second shot singed his arm as the shooter drew closers to his target. Desmond focused with all his concentration and emptied his mind. He burned all thoughts, emotions, feelings, in a flame, and then became one with the void that remained. The third shot came careening towards him and with a flick of the wrist the Chiss blocked the bolt. He only hoped Inferno had made it inside, he was unsure he'd be able to replicate the feat.

[member="Kayrce"]

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

Having Desmond, a member of the Inferno group even if not Kayrce’s particular team arrive to aid them was a force send. However seeing him wielding the weapon of a Jedi was a shock to the system, yet a shock that would have to wait questioning.
“Team fall back now.” The group moved as they always did, with grace and precision. First went one before taking up overwatch position and then the other, this would continue until it was Kayrce’s turn.

She heard the blade connect with a shot before she saw it and the momentary surprise was obvious about the shooter now as well. Throwing herself to the ground she rolled, turned to fall on her back and with pinpoint accuracy released a shot that sent a Felacat falling from the elevated position that had so far been untouchable. She didn’t want to risk their being more however so with effort she returned to her feet, made for the door and turned to assure that Desmond was on his way as well.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond watched as the shooter was blown from his coup by precise fire from Inferno. They ducked inside the room and desmond was quick to follow suit. He deactivated the saber and unconsciously clipped it to his belt.

“The bombs are below I believe,” Desmond said as he began walking down the steps and into the room below.

He felt along the walls until he felt a switch. He pressed the button and sure enough two pairs of large pale lights activated, illuminating the room. It was fairly empty aside from the lone chair and the Inquisitor’s corpse. Desmond assumed another secret door was around somewhere and began feeling along the walls again. He found a small crevice and pressed inwards, the crack gave way to yet another door and Desmond pushed inwards. Inside the adjacent room there was a large cubical device, with flashing red led lights and several wires.

“They sure made it fairly obvious…” Desmond said to himself.

[member="Kayrce"]

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

“Bomb?”
Of course there was a fething bomb!
Kayrce was checking her weapon as Desmond moved around the room, the dead cat thing not unnoticed by her. The rest of her team also seemed to be making sure that everything was in working order. Clearly being attacked so suddenly had caught them slightly off guard. They wouldn’t allow that to happen again.

“Well you can’t expect everyone to have the subtly of an Imperial agent.” She almost laughed at the device, it was as rough as they came with wiring and electronics everywhere. Large enough though to make a sizeable hole in the area, as well as the assembly room which to her calculation was directly above them. “Beric?”

Gylon Beric was probably the best in the field when it came to improvised devices, his mechanical know-how capable of aiding in many of the situations Inferno came across, however one look of his face told Kayrce all she needed to know. “This isn’t going to easy is it?”

“It’s a bomb Ma’am.” He disagreed, “They are never easy. I’d say our interference caused them to speed up the armament as well, work is rushed and rough.” He was inspecting the bomb like a curious child. “Give me a few minutes, I’ll work it out.”

This gave Kayrce time to turn back to Desmond. She had a burning question that needed asking. “What’s with the weapon?” She eyed the lightsaber. “You some sort of Jedi or something now?” She made sure he could see her gripping her blaster, in their game you could never be too careful and she was hoping her chain of command would allow a peaceful answer.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond would have laughed, but it literally hurt his sides to much.

“Nonsense, I simply found the saber on the body over there,” He said jerking his thumb towards the former inquisitor. “I suppose it makes sense that the belated king would have a force user or two under his employ,” Desmond said as he lifted the saber from his hip and studied its intricate designs once again. “I think i’ll keep it, as a trophy,” Desmond finished hastily then clipped it back to his hip.

As Desmond watched Beric go to work he could hear the man mumbling about wires and the like. The bomb did look quickly put together. Large clumps of plastic explosives with fuses sticking out and wires leading to igniters all hooked up to a singular timer. Some of the wires were probably duds, or would trigger the explosives, but Desmond could not decipher the mess. Desmond studied Kayrce for the first time. She was a strapping woman.

“I owe you a drink I believe,” He said smoothly. He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a small flask, he took a swig and then handed it to the woman. “You will drink this,” The Chiss commanded with a wave of his hand, meanwhile pretending to furiously concentrate. The least he could do was try to take some of the tension out of their impending doom.

[member="Kayrce"]

 

[Varik Ice]

Varik Ice​

Equipment: Lightsaber - Initiate Robes​

Location: Palace Ballroom ​

Status: Attending and Guarding​

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Well, it seemed the agent had everything well in hand. He listened to communications, deciding that Inferno could more than adequately handle any situation with a bomb; they had a reputation for a reason, after all. That, and he had duties that had attending to. He went back up the stairs, slipping stealthily through the corridors until he arrived back at the actual ballroom. He closed the large ornate doors behind him, thankful for their and the walls' thickness preventing many of the guests from hearing any of the commotion.

Varik returned to his position, his hands behind his back as he idly paced throughout the party, wacthing the various goings-on. There was no need to set anybody off, and he considered the protection of the imperial staff and the guests here paramount, despite what some would believe about Inquisitors. He considered having another drink to try and kill time if anything else, regret seeping in as he remembered how stuffy and outright dreary this whole place was.

If that wasn't bad enough, he heard the same Felecat noblewoman from before sneak up beside him. He held back from audibly sighing, glancing to her as he noticed she was still holding his drink from earlier, holding it out to him. Ice took the cup back, giving a passing glance to the Felecat as he was pretty sure she started fanning herself. Ugh. He had no issue with the species or the people, but he really didn't wish to be bothered with this right now. They couldn't have taken control of a planet where none of the population could speak, or something equally as relieving?

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

There was still an air of suspicion as Desmond gave his story, which seemed to add up in Kayrce’s head. Yet it was still unsafe for a loose force artefact to be roaming around the Empire. “Just be sure you get it checked by the relictors.” She said, referencing those who were assigned to controlling various objects thought steeped in the force.

Her eyebrow quirked as he offered her the drink. “No thank you I am on duty.” She turned away to avoid the flask. Ignoring the laugh from Rhun, another of the team who was still stood by the door.
“Don’t worry, Miss Empire is always like that.” He instead took the flask from Desmond and allowed a gulp to escape the confines. “Unless she’s got her hair down, then watch out she’ll eat you for breakfast.”

“That is enough Lieutenant.” Even she couldn’t help but smirk. “I’ll make you a deal, you assure me that this planet gets handed over without incident and I’ll buy each of you a round.” Cheering ensued from Rhun, Briana and probably Desmond at the news. Beric however cheered for an entirely different reason. “Got the frakker!”

His hand emerged with a trigger device having been removed from the bomb and all lights now dead on the main box. “Scratch one death device.” He smiled. “Now…Where is that flask, I need a drink.”

Kayrce didn’t stop him, the sweat on his forehead showing how much he was being serious with his comment.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond watched as the team handed around the flask. Dying a little inside as the expensive liquor was drained by Inferno. Still he couldn't help but share in the mirth, and Kayrce did offer to buy him a drink, so all hope was not lost. Even so, Desmond couldn't help but brush the lightsaber with his finger tips at the mention of the relictors. Something about letting others handle the blade disturbed Desmond. He did not know why, but it simply did. It felt right in his hands and he was sure it was made for him alone.

As if it was simply waiting for him to claim it, the crystal seemed to pulse in his hand, like a living extension of himself and he knew he would never let the blade leave his sight. Desmond snapped out of his stupor and moved his hand away from the saber, it was enticing. He watched as Beric let out a cry of success and the flask made it's way to him. Desmond let out a breath he had not realised he had been holding and tensions seemed to ease.

“We’ve got two unconscious rebels upstairs and two dead ones scattered about. I’d detain them myself, but right now I think I'd like to simply lay down…” Desmond said, he was sure he had a concussion and the lightning had done extensive damage to his cybernetics. He needed rest, but first he'd have to deliver the video evidence of the rebels attempting their coup to intelligence. It'd be doctored and shortly after wards the living rebels would be put on trial...

[member="Kayrce"]

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

“Briana?” Kayrce called the white haired and youngest member of Inferno forward, the ex-member of the Deathtrooper unit strolled towards Desmond who had complained about his feeling ill. “Get him checked, Beric and Rhun will take possession of the rebels and escort them back towards the throne room.”

“Back to the throne room Ma’am?” Beric questioned as he removed a wire binder from his belt, Rhun remaining silent but doing the same with his equipment.

“Yes, these creatures need to see what happens when those who are unwilling to aid us are caught.” She gave Desmond a concerned look. “I would like to see this new Prince be forced judgement upon those who go against his own rule.”

Together with Desmond they would head out and back towards the throne room.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond watched as the Inferno medic approached him. She was young and slim, presumably human. Desmond eyed her exquisite form lustfully, practically drooling at the mouth. If he hadn't felt he was about to faint from injury he might’ve fainted anyways. The woman was drop dead gorgeous. Desmond couldn't help but wonder why men like Beric and Rhun got lucky enough to join a squad with woman like these, but Desmond was forced with a bunch of clones.

Than again considering the amount of trouble his flirtations had gotten him in, it didn't really take him long to figure it out. He sighed a little as the woman treated his wounds with bacta than led the way to the throne room. Desmond wasn't so sure making an example of the rebels before they had decent amounts of proof, or at least “Imperial proof”, was smart, but it was Kayrce’s call. So, Desmond heeded her words and followed them up the stairs.

Once they reached the throne room all seemed to grow quiet at the sight of the bruised and battered Chiss. Desmond tried to maintain some dignity, but all the eyes made him a little uncomfortable. He once more fingered the saber and immediately felt a calm rush over him at simply knowing it was there. Reminding him of the flame and void. He watched some of the feline people doff at the sight of the two Felacat rebel prisoners and immediately Desmond knew they were sympathizers. Perhaps a public execution was needed after all. If i’m lucky i’ll get to behead them with my new sword… Desmond thought malevolently.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

"Better now in the presence of one such as yourself. Apologies, months of patrolling in a tiny corvette, far from civilization, seems to have eroded my manners."

He raised an eyebrow.

"The 'Cats do not agree with you? I suppose the Felacatians seem a good sort, but they do tend to put one on edge." He glanced around the gala. "Any one of them could morph into a ravenous beast if angered, with claws capable of shredding durasteel like butter. Thoroughly unsettling."

[member="Anya Malvern"]

 

[Tanomas Graf]

FELACAT, THE GALA​

GRAND MOFF TANOMAS GRAF​

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Tanomas stood in front of the podium before the crowd as the Felacatian Prince moved aside to his family, a charismatic smile overtaking his features while he did so. He watched while several droids hovered over the crowd, their photoreceptors trained on the old man and most likely transmitting him live onto the Holonet. Public speaking was never his forte, but he had garnered himself plenty of experience after ascending to the leader of the Imperial government.

"Today is a glorious occasion for all those that call Felacat their home, their bastion of safety in a galaxy embroiled in war since 835 ABY. With the unfortunate passing of your King, may he rest in peace; your Prince" Graf gestured over to the timid young man "Your Prince has made the beneficial decision of asking the Galactic Empire to step in and ensure a new age of prosperity for the Felacatian people!"

An excited murmur overtook those present, allowing Graf a pause while he was updated on the current situation downstairs through a comlink implant. As discreetly as the Imperial could, he twisted one of the bronzium cufflinks on his uniform, which emanated a very dim but rapid green light for those with a trained eye. Back at Tanomas' shuttle, nine black-armored stormtroopers descended down the boarding ramp and vanished into thin air at the spot; shadow stormtroopers.

 

[Jotham Noktis]

Commodore Jotham Noktis​

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Equipment: Formal Military Dress, Concealed DT-29 Heavy Blaster Pistol​

Location: Felacat, The Ball​

Status: Attending the Ball​

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The Commodore continued on his way along the second floor balcony of the ballroom; he elegantly held the same drink he'd walked away with from the Duke. After he'd walked away, he'd offered a few honest smiles and head nods to an array of ladies and gentlemen as a form of nonverbal small talk. However, ultimately, Jotham had taken note of the Duke's more genuine nature. What he thought were fake smiles, and disingenuous body mannerisms were perhaps to Jotham's mistake. Jotham was a fine judge of character. Could it have been what he'd wanted to think, what he wanted to believe?

Perhaps.

However, perhaps not. It wasn't the time to misplace his confidence; it was incredibly unlike him. His initial observations and gut analysis' were likely the correct answers; his judgement and prudence were seldom incorrect.

He elegantly continued down one of the staircases. Formally brushing past all of the gentlemen and ladies with all due manners and respect, he sat down upon one of the occasionally crimson-red, luxurious couches lining the furthest walls of the ball room - as if to find a bit of unusual respite - having walked from one place of sitting to another.

It wasn't until, he adjusted the watch on his wrist, that coincidentally several moments later, a brown-haired, bearded man in a gentleman's formal attire, would come into view from behind a double-doored doorway. He spoke in a warm, captivating, albeit tame fashion, as he abruptly approached Jotham upon entering the room; "Good evening, sir; have you time?", inquired the gentleman.

"I do, I do. It is 9:30 in the evening, Galactic Standard.", replied the Commodore in a formal tone, "Here, I've an invitation; tell your friends. I will be hosting an after party."

"My- Thank you, sir. That I will. Thank you for your time.", replied the gentleman, before walking off back through the double-doored entryway from where he came from.

To no surprise, that invitation contained the intelligence the Commodore swindled from the Duke. That gentleman was headed directly out of the ballroom palace, and before long, would be long gone.

His part of the mission was complete; it was time to enjoy the party, as Noktis lounged by idly, staring off idly unto the noise and clutter of the ball.

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Fabian"]

She waved her hand at him with a chuckle and nodded to him her demeanor very friendly and open

nonsense lieutenant, I do feel honored that my presence gives such a air. If anything in flattered...but your apology is accepted

She kept on smiling even when he starred talking about the cats befire her smile slowly faded when he started describing just what they could do. Her mind flashed to when she fought that felacatian.....she mclosed her eyes and wobbled a bit before taking a breath to calm herself

yes they are unpredictable creatures, but are very useful for the Empire...enough of them however we've a party to enjoy