Private Moving Up, Moving On || Abrion Pact

[Kyyrk]

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After nearly a month, Vylmira had finally been declared safe for rehabitation. The creatures had been fought back, and only isolated nests remained. The Hunters, the true natives of Vylmira, worked tirelessly to continue culling the surviving population. They were, of course, aided by the Vylmiran Navy. Securing their homeworld was a communal effort. And those that could not fight busied themselves in rebuilding Vylmira City. Though now, it was likely to be the only formal settlement on the planet for some time. The nearby structures that served as the development labs for Vylmiran Technological Institute stood dormant. For now, most of the planet's industry would rely upon the newly constructed shipyards around the second planet in the system. It would put significant strain on the planet, but the people would endure.

For now, the focus lay in returning the people to their homes. Voph stood upon the wall that had been erected around the city, looking out into the treeline of the jungles beyond. Members of the Pact had been invited to the planet to discuss what needed to be done moving forward. Some had already arrived. Others still made their home upon the jungle planet. Voph had yet to meet the young woman who had been elected Viceroy of his homeworld, but he was confident in his people's ability to choose their voice within the Confederacy. He was sure that under her guidance, the planet would know peace again. And in time, he hoped to be able to surrender control of the planet to her. But time would tell.

He stirred as the officer standing next to him offered a salute, and turned to depart to greet the incoming ship. Another batch of refugees returning home. Whatever may be left of it. Voph turned, and followed the officer down to the spaceport. After all, this group of ships bore more important guests. Though Voph was no longer the official representative of Vylmira, he still intended to ensure a smooth transition for the Pact. He was one of the founding members, and intended to see this through. The armored titan drew to a stop at the edge of the landing pad, his hair whipping about in the turbulence of landing ships. The visitors were to be escorted to the Golden Hall, the seat of Vylmira's government, were the Pact may discuss their business in relative peace. As the delegates began to arrive, Voph offered a bow. "Welcome to our home. Such that it is. We are honored to have you."

Hester Shedo || Tiajoa Starian || Tenith Vilde || Teac Sadru || Derek Dib || Rann Thress || Kana Dhar || Raven Thystle || Agravain
Chaos NaNo: 421 Words

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[Agravain]

V Y L M I R A​

Among the first to arrive was the Overliege of Ukio.

The mantle was one that Agravain was yet getting accustomed to, but it carried a tremendous sum of advantages. Presently, in the wake of Vylmira's calamity, Agravain had commissioned his people to send a delegation of agricultural specialists to the troubled world. Now deemed habitable again, one of the key challenges would always be the procurement of sustainable food - at least until the world was fully back on its feet. Thus, the project had seen thorough analysis of the local soils and new irrigation tactics initiated to yield the best crops. Foodstuffs were also donated in a consistent stream, ensuring that those returning home would not go without a proper meal.

Humanitarian efforts were but a reflection of the Vampyr's former life as a Jedi. And, though afflicted with darkness, some habits were just to innate to break. At the end of the day, Agravain saw himself as a good man. He was a good man. And he would do all in his power to continue to be.

In the present, the Overliege joined the delegation from the Abrion Pact as they ventured to Vylmira. Following the escorts, Agravain arrived at the Golden Hall and smiled at the reception by the Lord Commander. Though a Titan, humility radiated from the man. A key factor in leadership. Agravain rendered a polite nod of his head in greeting. "Thank you for having us. It is a pleasure to finally stand upon Vylmira."

Hester Shedo || Tiajoa Starian || Tenith Vilde || Teac Sadru || Derek Dib || Rann Thress | Kana Dhar || Raven Thystle || Starla Morello​

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[Tiajoa Starian]

ARRIVAL​

Tiajoa sat aboard a small personal shuttle on its way to the Golden Hall. She was flanked by two guards, a physical sign of her recent rise in status. After what could only be described as an unconventional election, she became the new Viceroy of Vylmira, a position with a never ending entourage of guards meant to escort her everywhere. It was a mild annoyance at best, she would get used to it. The viceroy position was one that needed to be properly filled in order for the planet to rebuild. Now things were looking up as their refugees were returning, and the planet was beginning to repopulate Vylmira City. It had been a hard battle to get to this moment but Tiajoa would honor her people’s strength. She would not let them down.​

She smoothed the fabric of her robe, ensuring everything was in place. She had chosen to wear one of her most elegant outfits, a low cut black robe with a lacy collar and a gorgeous train. Around her sleeves she wore a white wrap decorated Vylmira’s symbols and languages. Her long black hair was worn down, and without any embellishments. It was quite an extravagant outfit but she had no problem standing out. It was important to look her best on these occasions, especially on one as important as this.​

She was alerted to their arrival to the spaceport by one of her guards. “Viceroy, we’ve arrived.” He stated gruffly. Tiajoa waved him off from physically helping her out of the shuttle with a single flick of her hand. Her legs hadn’t stopped working just because she had been elected. She stepped onto the spaceport and took a single breath to compose herself. If she were anyone else, she might’ve been feeling nervous at this moment. Or feeling a little intimidated at the thought of her first introduction to the people from the pact. But she was not like anyone else. She squared her shoulders and held her head high. Such feelings of nervousness would only show that she was ill prepared or worse, inadequate. These coming moments were important ones, and she would work hard to earn the respect she was due from the other viceroys. If she was feeling anything, it was only anticipation at finally being able to meet the Lord Commander that she had heard much about. His accomplishments were great, and she was curious to see if the man lived up to the legend.​

She did not have to wait long. Mere moments after her arrival she was confronted with him. Not one to falter, she elegantly walked forward. She gave a small bow as a greeting to him first. He was far more intimidating than she had imagined. And it wasn’t just his height and build, there was an aura of power about him that she was struggling to properly grasp. It might’ve caused her some concern but his humble bow eased her initial worry. She gave him a small, polite smile. “Greetings Lord Commander.” Despite her cool expressions, she spoke with warmth. “It is nice to finally meet you.” There were others here already so she turned to greet them as well. “Greetings. I am Viceroy Starian. On behalf of Vylmira, I thank you for coming and welcome you to our great hall.”​

Hester Shedo | Tenith Vilde | Teac Sadru | Derek Dib | Rann Thress | Kana Dhar | Raven Thystle | Starla Morello ​

 

[Hester Shedo]

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Hester Shedo. She found herself doing what she loved most in the world.​

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Building.​

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The ship had descended without issue, the ending to a journey that would not warrant retelling at any social function. She wore a somber outfit, in due deference and respect to the suffering of Vylmira. The Abrion Pact was key to the success of this part of the Confederacy, a new way of working together in tandem to achieve as one what the individual might not. With the shipment of some several thousand construction droids and drones, Scarif had attempted to make its mark to the success on this historic planet. She felt the ache of history here, a mighty and imperious planet wounded by the Cataclysm. She thought of the Force users who had been so gravely affected.​

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She thought of Adron Malvern . ​

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Their recent entanglement and work together had set her on a new path, one that tied her sights to the success of the Confederacy at large. She knew how to manage the growling beast that was Scarif and would allow her excess power to serve her closest neighbours.​

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She nodded at the attendant, the Scarifan delegation making their way to the Golden Hall, taking in the grandeur and the vibrancy these large occasions offered. She began to notice the other players within the Pact. Other Viceroys, her closest allies. She thought back on the security briefing they had endured, the usual talk they are offered by the relative chiefs of Security and planetary defence.​

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She spotted Lord Commander Voph. Spotted was an understatement. She truly believe she could have been on Coruscant and noticed the Lord Commander in her peripheral vision, such was his size and stature. He radiated power. She was enticed.​

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"Lord Commander." She nodded in response to his greeting. She smiled in her typically flirtatious manner that she so often employed, without even realizing it for the most part.​

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"We are humbled to be here. I hope Scarif's contribution to the rebuilding effort has eased the burden your people find here."​

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He was no longer the representative of Vymilra but that mattered little. He was Voph. He near represented the whole Confederacy.​

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[Kyyrk]

E N T E R T A I N
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The Golden Hall did not remain silent for long. The arrival of the Pact Delegates stirred the once barren halls into a flurry of activity. Voph stood stoic amongst it all, regarding his guests with a degree of respect that was rarely offered. Overliege Agravain of Ukio had offered the people of Vylmira much needed food, and the basis from which to grow more crops. And for that, Voph was immensely grateful. He would never say as much out loud, but he fully intended to repay the man tenfold for his kindness. Next was the young Tiajoa, Viceroy of his own planet. Though Vuul had agreed to take the position temporarily, Voph knew full well that his uncle never intended to hold the position for long.

Finally, the woman responsible for today arrived. Shedo Hester, the Viceroy of Scariff. It was rare in the old days that Voph smiled at the sight of someone. And since the Cataclysm, it was rare he smiled at all. But even the hint of a smirk played about the corner of his lips as Hester walked into the Golden Hall. "Ukio. Hester. Always a pleasure to be among friends. Come. There is a room prepared for our benefit." Voph turned, and began to lead the way down the hall. "In the near future, I intend to pass my responsibility in this endeavor to the newly elected Viceroy Tiajoa. But it will take time to bring her up to speed on all that has happened." Voph turned to look at the Viceroy as he said this.

"You have taken on an astronomical task. The once noble House of Verros once built this planet from naught. Wrested control from the jungles, and established the eight cities. I then took the mantle to bring it into the modern age, and delivered it to you, who must now rebuild the planet from the ashes. I wish you wisdom and grace as you settle in to your newfound role."

Hester Shedo || Tiajoa Starian || Tenith Vilde || Teac Sadru || Derek Dib || Rann Thress || Kana Dhar || Raven Thystle || Agravain

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