Dominion Into the Stormlands | DE Dominion of Nyriaan

[Dezorath Barcu]

Location: Cademimu V, Tribunal.
Tags: Nute Griimda Onrai Aerarii Tithe Derix Tirall Marlon Sularen Detritus Ren Darth Ptolemis
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The corridor echoed with the heavy footfalls of the imposing figure striding purposefully through its dimly lit expanse. Standing at a towering two meters tall, the Storm Commando exuded an aura of authority and power, his every movement radiating confidence and determination. Clad in black, specially designed stormtrooper armor that molded seamlessly to his massive alien form, he cut an intimidating figure as he navigated the narrow passageway. As he marched, his thoughts churned with a mixture of resentment and resignation. He had recently been appointed Brigadier General, a promotion that had come with newfound responsibilities and burdens. The weight of his new rank pressed heavily upon him, and with it came the sudden realization of the soul-sucking nature of politics that would now consume much of his time. Karking leeches all of them.

He detested the endless tribunals and negotiations, the backstabbing and scheming that seemed to define the higher echelons of command. The groveling and pandering grated against his sense of pride and honor. Like his father before him, He was a warrior, bred for combat and action. Heir to the legacy of the Titan of Fury, Mandalorian and Embodiment of the Darkside himself. Kezeroth the Hateful. A sith lord, one that was betrayed and murdered during Operation Kyber Dark.

Even now he could hear his elders voice in the back his own psyche and what he would say to the members of the tribunal. If only he were still alive.
My use is in my sword and my skill of battle! I have no whining petulance to draw on! Maggot! I should bathe the kriffing galaxy in your bloods!

Yet, begrudgingly, Brigadier General Dezorath understood the necessity of playing the game. If he wanted to enact any real change, to make a difference in a galaxy he had sworn help conquer, he would have to learn to navigate these political minefields with finesse and style. As he approached his destination, a tribunal with yet another group of self-serving Moffs, Warlords and representatives of the Dark Empire all of which mouthed false platitudes of service in the name of the Emperor. A surge of deep distain washed over him. He loathed the idea of pandering to their whims, of sacrificing his principles for the sake of appeasing those in power. To even listen to their squabbles and infighting. Behind the heavy duraplast of his black clad helmet, incisors came to grind emitting a faint noise. A sound that was nothing to others but a symbolic representation of what he was to now endure.

The Gen'dai General flashed a look to the incoming guards in his way and slapped a large gloved hand to one of their chests. Forcing them to grab a datapad and with it, orders from up the chain of command that approved his place at the Tribunal. All of which occurred in one motion without even the hindrance of stopping his purpose driven stride, Next Dezorath pushed open the doors of the chamber and stepped into the fray, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him as a Brigadier General of the militaries special forces. Finally taking a seat at the table midst the group, forgoing any greeting or introduction. He began promptly reading the transcripts of the current meeting to catch up with any subjects he had missed.

As was his duty.
For the Empire.
For the Emperor.
For his Father....

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[Onrai]

Cademimu V, The Tribunal
Objective 2
Tags: Nute Griimda Aerarii Tithe Darth Ptolemis Detritus Ren Derix Tirall Marlon Sularen Dezorath Barcu

There were a number of points that came up in contrast as people sought to push forward their own various points and agendas regarding how the invasion of Coruscant was to be handled. Onrai found at least one if not multiple points pressing against her own suggestion of inclusion of the gateway in the greater stratagem. Onrai would need to press back against these suggestions and allegations. Her initial response would be to Nute Griimda .

"On the contrary - through direct entry of Imperial forces into the Coruscanti underworld through the use of such a gateway, our units will be able to enter the world through the least possible path of resistance. I understand you have a very limited understanding of the functionality of such gateways, but there is no 'ancient magic' involved in their construction and creation - they work along appropriate scientific principles." Of course, that did depend on the type of gateway in question, but by all intents and purposes, the information she had gleaned from the ruins of the Prime Gate suggested that it merely allowed for transit from one world to another, following the principles of ancient Gree and Kwa gateways. The science behind their function and construction was incredibly esoteric, but still followed principles.

She cleared her throat before continuing. "While I do question our ability to defeat the Alliance presently in a direct fleet-to-fleet engagement given our mostly aging navy - not to mention their superior numbers - I believe these plans can still be synced together. The gateway can be used to send Imperial forces to the command center for the world's planetary defenses. Once the Alliance ships are drawn into an engagement with our fleets, the planetary guns can be hijacked and used to trap the Home Fleet between our ships and their own defenses. Being unable to flee without significant casualties, the Empire thus receives the 'decisive victory' you believe we require to ensure galactic recognition."

And now came the response to the other suggestions insofar as the plan went. "We cannot rely on corporate assistance to the invasion. Corporations are focused solely on monetary gain and will choose to support Alliance defense of the world should they sense a moment of weakness in the invasion - presuming the Alliance doesn't simply offer them more credits or a better offer. Additionally, even their offering of a means for our transports to land would still put Imperial shuttles in the firing line of Alliance planetary defenses, resulting in unnecessary casualties." That was the first issue - the second was raised in response to Darth Ptolemis ' suggestion that the criminal underworld be corrupted to benefit the invasion. "While such criminal organizations may yet be beneficial in helping to modestly destabilize the Alliance defense of the planet, aiding them will result in their being a greater thorn in our side once the world becomes Imperial property. We would be better served relying on our own efforts to undermine Alliance control of the world than to rely on people who almost certainly will become a problem for us later."

In response to Derix Tirall suggesting the Tribunal's impotence, Onrai merely shrugged. If the body in question could do literally nothing alone, there were minimal reasons, in her opinion, for them to continue congregating when they would better serve the Empire through their own independent efforts instead of engaging in such congregations. Regardless, she intended to do what she could in order to ensure as successful a conquest of that world as they could have.

 

[Sinestra]

The sinister grin forming on her lips as the dark side sought to consume the Nautolan vanished into a grimace of agony. Life escaped her as the Jedi's force choke squeezed tight. Her hands reached for throat as if they could pry free the telekinetic chokehold, but her strength was quickly dwindling away. Darkness flashed at the corners of her vision as her consciousness began to fade.

A salvo of blaster fire burst from behind the makeshift frontlines at the Jedi. Lieutenant Raftin was barking orders to his men to focus fire at the Nautolan.

Creuat ​

 

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Tribunal Chambers, Cademinu V
Tags: Darth Ptolemis Onrai Marlon Sularen Nute Griimda Derix Tirall Dezorath Barcu

Detritus would sit and hear the proceedings of the Tribunal. There was talk of nominations for the position of Grand Vizier though he hoped that one wouldn't prove as useless as Mas Ameeda had during the reign of the Galactic Empire, he was confident enough that whoever were to take such a position would be granted great prestige in such a position. Knowing that they would have to make sure that the administrative duties of the Empire were met along with the going on of the Tribunal today. He nodded when he heard the nominations. Only two had seemed to be bold enough to go for the position. It was not for Detritus to decide but of the Tribunal and the Emperor himself on such a final decision.

When it came to the matter of the Jewel of the Core. Coruscant was a matter of great importance. If the Empire secured or even destroyed it. It would produce a blow unlike any other across the galaxy. He took discussions of that world with the utmost seriousness. There were suggestions of the approach to the Alliance capital. This Empire needed to show it's force through technological and military might. The Corpo and the Priest had made similar suggestions regarding such a strategy. A strategy that was agreed by the Shadow Hand as he looked to them both. The one suggestion made by Onrai had unnerved the Master of Ren. While he had been known to matters regarding the Force and the spiritual aspects. He believed somethings firmly remained untouched, for the Empire was to spread a message of Imperial superiority. This couldn't be done with such paranormal ideas brought about by this... thing.

Detritus would glare at her and proceeded to speak again. "And we cannot rely on Force Gates of ancient technology, nor can we involve paranormal solutions to this. You will spread the wrong message if you do, for yes the Shadow guides our path but that is not why many had feared the Empire. You are forgetting history itself, if even you are oblivious to the idea of what makes this Empire strong. Only through the Imperial War Machine, sympathizers, and those that can be persuaded would do us well. Not some soothsayers magic tricks." Detritus would say with a scoff before he continued. "I believe the priest and the banker are onto something, for the criminal underworld are easily persuaded for the right bargain to side with the Empire. Combined with several Imperials, a small handful and a plan deep within the belly of the underworld will surely help us. As for loyalty, we do not need such things. They are only a means to an end, besides our Emperor has important designs for the world." He finished as he shot the mystical being a deadly glare. There were matters of the Force that should be left alone, but the vision of Imperial might would not be achieved by supernatural means. No, as like the history of old. The galaxy needed to be reminded of what an Imperial fist could do to the throat of the Alliance.​

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

TRIBUNAL CHAMBER // CADEMIMU V
Derix Tirall | Marlon Sularen | Onrai | Nute Griimda | Darth Ptolemis | Dezorath Barcu | Shannic Wulf

The Tribunal agreed to and ratified Administrator Wulf’s and Regent Trial’s nominations, with the final decision at the Dark Lord Solipsis’s feet. Tithe leaned back in his chair, allowing himself to relax momentarily. Wulf was a strong candidate, and if she was successful, he expected her to remember his place in securing the high office of Grand Vizier. Politics and power were swirling ferociously within the new Dark Empire, and the sooner Tithe shored up his standing, the better.

The discussion moved to the invasion of Coruscant. The Tribunal had been charged with preparing for the invasion and ensuring a successful seizure of the Galactic Alliance capital. Various means of transporting Imperial forces onto the heavily defended world were being exploded. Tithe was relieved to see creativity in the minds of his peers, who proposed a myriad of points of entry, including ancient Sith technology, underworld connections, and corporate bribery.

“I’ll, ahh, graciously bow out of the intricate dance of military maneuvers, leaving it to the seasoned experts in that particular arena,” Tithe explained. “While the fine art of war may not be my forte, I do find myself rather well-versed in the intricate ballet of supply and demand, where every ebb and flow, every fluctuation, must be carefully anticipated and maneuvered through with finesse.”

“You see, any ventures towards Coruscant are destined for failure if they lack the necessary provisions, resources, and personnel. Logistics, my friends, yes they’re the lifeblood that sustains our endeavors in the Core. Now, while we may have established footholds on Empress Teta, Prakith, and Tython, it’s imperative that we fortify our interests in the heart of the galaxy. A forward base nestled in the Anobis sector, ah yes, it would serve as a bulwark to strengthen our supply routes, would it not?”

 

[Darth Ptolemis]

Location: Cademimu V, Tribunal.
Tags: Marlon Sularen Nute Griimda Derix Tirall Onrai Aerarii Tithe Detritus Ren Shannic Wulf Dezorath Barcu

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The Blasphemer senses the arrival of another individual. The blastdoor, again, snaps open, drawing attention away from the talk that is just about to begin ( Dezorath Barcu ). The armored individual’s audibly heavy steps reverberate throughout the room - but sits down in silence. All eyes drift back onto Onrai .

"While such criminal organizations may yet be beneficial in helping to modestly destabilize the Alliance defense of the planet, aiding them will result in their being a greater thorn in our side once the world becomes Imperial property. We would be better served relying on our own efforts to undermine Alliance control of the world than to rely on people who almost certainly will become a problem for us later."

In contemplation, Lord Ptolemis slowly walks over to the nearest window as Onrai speaks, and looks out at the compound below; he sees the nameless, but crucial cogs of the Dark Imperial machine working along their threads of fate. Officers, workers, dozens of bureaucrats toiling tirelessly; even troopers and a few bikers from a nearby stationed horde of the Khanate pass by on the courtyard. Ptolemis inhales, deeply. Their shared passion for a ruthless, efficient conquest electrifies the Force all around them. Its beating sensation ripples through the very air in his lungs. He exhales. As she concludes her assessment, Detritus Ren and the former Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance speak next. Ptolemis listens with his back turned toward the group.

Combined with several Imperials, a small handful and a plan deep within the belly of the underworld will surely help us. As for loyalty, we do not need such things. They are only a means to an end, besides our Emperor has important designs for the world."

Now, while we may have established footholds on Empress Teta, Prakith, and Tython, it’s imperative that we fortify our interests in the heart of the galaxy. A forward base nestled in the Anobis sector, ah yes, it would serve as a bulwark to strengthen our supply routes, would it not?”

Still facing the transparisteel before him, he addresses Onrai first. - There has been a misunderstanding. - He finally turns back to face the Tribunal. - I referred to the lower levels and its populace in general, not the criminal underworld. Still, the idea that resulted could work. And… - Ptolemis takes a couple steps toward the table as his maroon mask fixes on the Master of the Ren. - The words of Detritus are my thoughts exactly. Should the groups of criminal vermin prove a nuisance to our Dark Empire… they will be obliterated off the face of the planet. - The Blasphemer stops, his robed form a foul black-and-red stamp on the industrial landscape behind the window. His final comments are spent on Aerarii Tithe 's proposition of a forward base. The Shadow Hand's crimson gaze now assaults him. - I am familiar with Anobis. It has agricultural value, and is also a mining colony. Both useful for sustaining the war effort. - He ominously adds: - You always know just what to say, Aerarii Tithe.
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[Marlon Sularen]

I N T O_T H E_S T O R M L A N D S
Objective : Eyes on the Prize

DARK EMPIRE
CADEMIMU V, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

The Grand Admiral watched silently as the members of the Tribunal continued to discuss their future plans for Coruscant. So far things had gone very smoothly, with Derix Tirall and Shannic Wulf being the two leading nominees for the position of Grand Vizir with the Tribunal coming to the conclusion that the Emperor will have the final say on who will assume the position. Meanwhile many ideas had been thrown around and dismissed in regards to how the Empire would approach the conquest of Coruscant with most of the Tribunal already in full agreement to make use of the Lower Class and Criminal Underworld to quickly weaken the planet's defenses.

What caught the interest of the Grand Admiral however, was Onrai's claims of the Imperial Navy's inability to fight their Alliance counterparts and Tithe's suggestion to take the world of Anobis, an agricultural and mining world which would be of great economic value to the Empire. The proposal to take Anobis was something that intrigued the Grand Admiral even more, especially given what had transpired on the Mid Rim world in the months following the Old Empire's collapse.

Thus, the Grand Admiral proceeded to speak first addressing both Tithe and Ptolemis. "A great observation, Lord Ptolemis." Sularen began, taking note of the Shadow Hand's observations regarding Anobis's potential value to the Empire. "However Anobis is far more valuable then you might think. In addition to it's agricultural value and vast mineral deposits, Anobis is also the home of an Imperial holdout from the Old Empire possessing a vast stockpile of weapons, equipment, vehicles and starships that can be put to great use in our Military's efforts to take Coruscant and further spearhead future expansionary efforts across the Mid Rim and the Braxtant Run." Sularen began.

"From what the intel i have gathered suggests, this holdout is concentrated in the planetary capital city of Hazaria, and is lead by a Warlord with ties to a group of hardcore Imperials known as the Imperial Military Protectorate who will most certainly be hostile to our Empire given our mixed Imperial and Mawite Heritage, so direct military action might be taken to secure Anobis and secure it's resources and military stockpiles." the Grand Admiral added.

Sularen then turned to Onrai who had questioned the Imperial Navy's ability, which was something that needed to be addressed. "As for our Navy, i must assure you, Onrai that we will be more then capable of handling the Galactic Alliance on our own without even the need to hijack any ground to orbit weapons to use against the Alliance Navy. I have a few aces up my sleeve that will enable us to achieve our desired decisive victory over a far larger GADF Fleet above Coruscant with little difficulty." Sularen proclaimed, speaking with confidence knowing well he had the ships and technology to challenge whatever fleet the Alliance would bring even if they brought in three Dreadnoughts.

Tag | Derix Tirall | Onrai | Aerarii Tithe | Detritus Ren | Darth Ptolemis | Nute Griimda | Shannic Wulf | Dezorath Barcu ​

 

[Creuat]

He enjoyed to see her in agony; he enjoyed to see her struggle for dear life. Rhis always had the pleasure to see scum like the Mirialan vanquished before him. Not befitting for a Jedi, but it had always been soothing for him. Scum like her deserved no compassion as it was the compassion of the Jedi that held them back on doing what needed to be done.

Necessary evils were required in order to persevere against the Dark Side.

Unfortunately, he’d fall short in killing the Dark Jedi when Stormtroopers opened fire on his position. So focused on the Mirialan it caught him by surprise when a blaster bolt struck his hip, falling down to the ground.

The pain surging through his body only reinforces the anger and hate dwelling in him, consuming his essence. That and past memories, traumatic ones, resurfaced of what he lost to the Sith and their agents.

The Sith must be eradicated by any means necessary, no matter how big or small the sacrifices were.

Like striking a bargain with the devil, he let the hate and anger take hold of him. He could feel his eyes twitching, a struggle before the hubris of the Darkside settled in and corrupted the iris.

With this newfound power he knelt and unleashed a powerful telekinetic blast from the Force at the Dark Jedi and her subordinates. A blast so powerful it could vaporize anything in its path.

Sinestra

 

[Dezorath Barcu]

Tags: Marlon Sularen Darth Ptolemis Detritus Ren Onrai Derix Tirall Aerarii Tithe Nute Griimda
Objective: Eyes on the Prize
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As the meeting commenced, a diverse assembly of representatives, bankers, and advisors began to voice their opinions, each advocating for their own agendas and strategies and how it would better serve the Dark Empire. The room buzzed with the hum of discussion, punctuated by occasional bouts of mild debate rebuttals. Brigadier General Dez, absorbed the various perspectives like a sponge, his sharp perception analyzing every nuance and implication fast than he could put into words. However, despite his formidable mental prowess, he found himself struggling to keep pace with the flow of dialogue.

It wasn't a matter of comprehension; rather, it was the lightning-fast processing speed of his Gen'dai physiology that presented the challenge. He was a giant muscled nerve cluster. Every word spoken, every argument presented, seemed to be dissected, every movement and heartbeat was analyzed in milliseconds by his hyper-attuned senses, leaving him feeling as though he were swimming far ahead a tide of information. Despite the outward appearance of stoicism, inwardly, Dez felt a growing sense of frustration at the sluggish pace of the meeting. Each moment spent deliberating felt like an eternity to him, a stark contrast to the lightning-quick tempo of his thoughts and overall perception of time.

Then there was the matter of their opinions of the ease of use on the criminal underworld. A subject of which Dezorath knew a great deal of, no doubt due to his ex-slaving days under a once well known Gen'dai captain. Scour. As insane he the captain was, Dez learned much about strategy, use of morals and ethics against his opponents. The criminal underworld was a beast, but one with different appetites' and ambitions. Galactic dominion was far from most criminal goals and credits were not always a way to ensure loyalty. Thus far he chose to remain silent on that topic though.

"As for our Navy, i must assure you, Onrai that we will be more then capable of handling the Galactic Alliance on our own without even the need to hijack any ground to orbit weapons to use against the Alliance Navy. I have a few aces up my sleeve that will enable us to achieve our desired decisive victory over a far larger GADF Fleet above Coruscant with little difficulty."

Underneath his helmet a brow raised. This was a bold statement to proclaim and warranted some discussion or investigation.
" Aces? Elaborate." From across the room a deep voice sounded in question and reverberated behind a black clad helmet. Finishing his assessment of the transcriptions provided by the data screen on the table, Brigadier General Dez slowly looked up at Marlon Sularen and with one large armored hand gripped the helmet and pulled it off. Revealing a visage that was alien and brooding. Red and purple hued muscle, tendons marked with faint white tattoos and piercing emerald eyes. Additional armoring was revealed to be underneath the Storm Commando attire in the section of the neck and on the sides of his head. Two mandible like appendages twitched. It was what passed as ears for his species. Many Gen'dai were known to tuck the ears under the jawline for better comfort and conformity. The subtle sound of incisors grinding back and forth emitted as the Brigadier waited.

 

[Nute Griimda]

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The Gossam came up with a clever tweak to Derix Tirall 's plans, suggesting to involve corporations in addition to the criminal underworld to sabotage the Galactic Alliance Defense Forces during any future ground invasion. Corporations playing a role would streamline the capture of Coruscant, thanks to their ample resources to reconstruct the entire city after their victory against the Galactic Alliance Home Fleet. The Dark Empire stands to benefit greatly from such a scenario, paving the way for economic growth and strengthening their military capabilities through strategic restructuring.

As the Tribunal continued, a multitude of diverse opinions and demonstrations of mental prowess emerged, each offering their own suggestions on the next steps. Despite Onrai 's persistent attempts to challenge the Church Leader's plan with ancient technology, casting doubt on the ability to face the Alliance Home Fleet in a direct confrontation, such thoughts were likely to be swiftly dismissed by the more practical minded individuals within the conference chamber. Detritus Ren and Darth Ptolemis made further points, with the latter taking particular interest in the schemes of Aerarii Tithe .

Marlon Sularen assured the Tribunal that the Navy was more than able to confront the Alliance Home Fleet in any such engagement by using certain tactics and tricks, although keenly mentioning that the world wanted by the Former Chancellor was within the hands of another Imperial Warlord, likely to be supported by the Imperial Military Protectorate.

"I concur with my esteemed associate regarding the importance of strengthening our latest acquisitions, to avoid repeating the grave error committed by the Reborn Palpatine, whose rational judgment was overshadowed by madness. Redirecting our efforts towards Anobis would yield numerous advantages for the Dark Empire, surpassing the potential risks associated with an invasion of Coruscant at this stage." The Gossam elucidated, emphasizing that the Reborn Palpatine's failure to strengthen his conquests and acquisitions had led to avoidable losses against his adversaries. and that the Dark Empire should not repeat the same mistake with the worlds taken from the Galactic Alliance.

"By triumphing over any remaining loyalists to the New Imperial Order in a decisive confrontation, we would not only secure additional backing from the Imperial Holdouts but also persuade them to align with our cause. The integration of their manpower with our own would provide direct assistance in the event of an invasion on the Alliance Capital." Meii-Nu further added.

 

[Sinestra]

Sinestra barely had a moment to react, her danger sense clouded by the planet's Force-obstructive climate; only her Mirialan reflexes saved her from the Nautolan's wrath. The more audacious of the stormtroopers -- or perhaps the reckless-- twho dare dabandon their covers to charge at the Jedi were not as lucky; their existence was violently erased as if they were mere pawns in the capricious game of a mad god.

She stood hunched and panting, her blade raised up just as the agony finally overcame the rush of adrenaline. Half the flesh on her left-side torso and arm was skinned from the Nautolan's destructive force. The man before her was no longer the Jedi she had faced. She forced a satisfactory smirk, but the pain erased it away mere moments later.

"I sense that revelation has finally dawned upon you, Nautolan." she said, then continued, clenching a fist at the man, "Bask in the power of the dark side of the Force, free from the feeble teachings of the Jedi..."

The seer unclenched her fist and pointed her blade downwards, gesturing for him to kneel.

"Serve my Master, Nautolan--"

"--or die."

Creuat

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

TRIBUNAL CHAMBER // CADEMIMU V
Darth Ptolemis | Marlon Sularen | Dezorath Barcu | Nute Griimda

“Well, you see, I do endeavor to position myself as a beacon of utility amidst the grand tapestry of our endeavors,” Tithe replied to Ptolemis, unsure how to read the masked Sith Lord’s intentions. He chose to offer a slight bow of the head to his colleague as a false sign of reverence. “I am but a, ah, mere vessel for the boundless grace of our illustrious Emperor, whose distinguished presence I am profoundly privileged to bask in,” he added, lying. Tithe served only one lord - credits.

The Tribunal reached an agreement on their next course of action, possibly their first consensus since the deliberative body was formed. Seizing the Anobis sector would provide a stepping stone to Coruscant and the Core, shore up the Dark Empire’s economy, and reduce the threat of Imperial holdouts. Their expanded presence would put pressure on the Alliance from the galactic north while they continued to fortify the captured worlds of Prakith, Tython and Empress Teta to the galactic south of the Alliance capital.

“Might I venture to suggest that we bestow upon the esteemed Grand Admiral and Brigadier General the formidable task of securing Anobis’ capitulation?” Tithe suggested. “Their prowess in the art of warfare, one can only surmise, shall undoubtedly steer them through this endeavor.” The Imperial navy and special forces, respectively under the command of Sularen and Dezorath, would be tested in the coming battle on Coruscant. An opportunity to test their mettle on Anobis should not be wasted.

 

[Onrai]

Cademimu V, The Tribunal
Objective 2
Tags: Nute Griimda Aerarii Tithe Darth Ptolemis Detritus Ren Derix Tirall Marlon Sularen Dezorath Barcu

Onrai's gaze at Detritus as he mocked the concept of using and rebuilding the Prime Gate was like that of a teacher listening to an impetuous student who believed he knew better and had an unrequited understanding of the validity of things. It was at the claim that such a tool would be a 'soothsayers' magic trick' that she chose to finally respond.

"We can involve anything that gives our invasion force a greater chance at succeeding in its aims. The Prime Gate is a tool, like your lightsaber, like your Force abilities. What makes this Empire strong is our acknowledgement of the tools we have to conquer those who deem themselves superior to us, our effectiveness to use them as Tython so succinctly demonstrated, and our wisdom in not using them on one another. Not wasting a Galaxy Gun or Eclipse through meaningless motions of bravado with little tactical value, but knowing where to take our scalpels and sickles and use them with such precision. I warn you as well - the presumption of the unimportance of loyalty has been the doom of countless beings throughout the history of this galaxy."

Aerarii piped up and shifted the conversation away from an initial Coruscanti incursion towards the suggestion of a more conservative approach, establishing a forward supply base within the Anobis sector. This she merely nodded at - while she had a myriad of concerns about the former Chancellor, who gave off more red flags than the cancellation of a swoop race, his logic was sound and she could agree with the idea as a means of bolstering the chance of success of the invasion itself.

The response of Darth Ptolemis had been calm, sensible, and civil - though his support of the idea of using the criminal underworld was something she was still opposed to for reasons already enumerated on, his willingness to exterminate them was appreciated. Onrai responded thus: "The lower levels? Perhaps we could establish an infiltration base within the base levels of Coruscant. From the surface itself to the fourth level are no known habitable places, and even the levels above them are mostly abandoned. Rotting the fruit from its core ensures total subjugation - and maintains the pinch on Alliance forces who will submit, die, or at worst flee in disgrace." Of course she chose not to mention that she had plans for said levels after the world was conquered - particularly important plans, especially given the planet's worth of waste and rubbish that littered the surface of Notron.

Grand Admiral Sularen elaborated more on the strategic value of acquiring Anobis. Onrai once more nodded and concurred with support in invading the planet and securing its resources for the Empire. In response to his final inquiry, she shrugged. "Best we leave nothing to chance, but I appreciate your assurances - and am most curious what said aces would be, particularly given the Alliance dreadnoughts." Those pernicious threats had been the reason the Sovereign Elite had been created once upon a time. Evidently the Brigadier General of the Storm Commandos was curious what the aces were too.

The Gossam representative of the Trade Federation's enunciation was as expected, and similarly supported the Anobis invasion. Aerarii once more suggested that the Grand Admiral and Brigadier General be put in charge of the planet's subjugation. The world's history was neither ancient nor arcane, but the mines of the world would provide both raw materials to the Imperial war machine as well as safe storage places in the event of an invasion or bombardment. Perhaps she would have to talk to the Grand Admiral after this session ended.

 

[Creuat]

A wide grin appeared when he saw the squad of Stormtroopers vaporized or maimed by his explosive burst he unleashed. His anger was quenched to see their lives repay the blood they spilled from his body.

Although his anger no longer thirsted revenge many raw emotions still brew within him.

The anger.

The hate.

The fury.

His conscience was drown out; buried beneath the dense emotions dominated by the Dark Side. Reluctantly, he kneeled into submission just as the Dark Side held him into submission.

Sinestra

 

[Sinestra]

Sinestra placed the red blade dangerously close above the Nautolan's shoulder.

Unchained from the false and feeble teachings of the Jedi, he knelt only to rise.

"...henceforth, you shall be known as—
Lord Creuat."

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Creuat

 

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Tribunal Chambers, Cademinu V
Tags: Darth Ptolemis Onrai Derix Tirall Marlon Sularen Nute Griimda Dezorath Barcu Aerarii Tithe

Detritus would narrow his gaze towards that of Onrai. It was as if this thing didnt hear a word that the Master of Ren had uttered. Still did the spirit try to sell whatever they were selling. Some gate of force use that would give them an edge. Detritus had seen it all before, such strange things shouldn't be used in the conventional sense, nor did he found anything that he was saying useful to the Imperial cause as a whole. She spoke as if she knew everything. Detritus didn't know if to respond with a retort, or to remain silent known that the Shadow Hand likely held similar views for military strategy as suggested by beings such as Sularen.

The urge to say something towards her was growing, yet Detritus didn't wish to bog down the proceedings of the Tribunal with bickering. He simply narrowed his eyes towards Onrai, while keeping his ears open to the more economic experts of the meeting. He was a holy man, as well as a man of war. He didn't know how to keep armies and fleets maintained, nor did he know of any strategic targets. He simply knew how to speak to the people as he knows how to fight and kill them. He remained silent, for he didn't wish to sound ignorant in the slightest.

He listened closely, for the experts talked of Anobis, and then there was talk of assimilating the other Imperial Holdouts, or they would come to them. He took a liking to this talk, for he wished to unite all Imperials to one empire. Detritus listened further of the discussions regarding the world of Anobis. He had never heard of it, but the ones that did clearly pointed out what it had to offer. What caught his ear the most was not just the Holdout that resided there but the resources that would fuel the war machine. Tithe had made it a point to suggest the top men for the task of overseeing the operations in assimilating Anobis to the Imperial fold. Detritus would nod at this suggestion. "I concur. If we are to choose someone for Anobis, then I second that of our best and brightest military minds to carry out this task."

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[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | Objective II

Tag | Darth Ptolemis Onrai Derix Tirall Marlon Sularen Nute Griimda Dezorath Barcu Aerarii Tithe

Not normally one for idle bureaucracy and debate, it had been her shared interests and teachings from Onrai that the vampiric woman had decided to indulge in the complexities of the game, first watching and listening to each plan or idea that had come up.. With no real interest in the currently debated title/role on the table... If the man known as Derix Tirall was best for the job then as far as she was concerned it should be given to the man.

"If I may."

She gestures with a pale finger.

"I have been on Coruscant many times, I have an agent there along with.. History concerning the underworld and its many webs across the galaxy. If a knowledgeable mind is required to help plan and set seeds of chaos in the underbelly I can get this done. I also used to have a thrall within the very walls of the Jedi temple there on Coruscant not too long ago, I know the layout of the place if that is of any interest."

Said and done, with her extensive criminal past, vast knowledge of the underworld, even maps and an agent in the city... This could easily be done.








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