Faction Prosperian River Revival | First Order

[Resurgent Narrative]

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A hot and humid day along the Fortuna River and many were grateful for the wonders of technology. A lot had changed over the years even as the Dosuunian Hegemony promised that they were moving right along their plans to rebuild. The money came in from the Sith Empire but half of the population wasn't convinced that anything was being done. From tied up infrastructure projects and healthcare that saw lines around the hospitals, fuel shortages meant people couldn't get to work and that meant no money was being made. Then it seemed like something happened up at the top, literally as someone came flying out of the top of Tower 2 from Carida Insurance's building. He landed with a splatter that took up half the block he was all over the repulsor tracks, the city's transit couldn't get through until he got scraped off. What the people needed and what they seemed to want was a return to the way things had been, to when the First Order was in charge and when they didn't have to worry about infrastructure issues, healthcare or fuel shortages. ​

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It was time for a change, and while Avalonia was still undergoing its rebuilding phase what with the decisions on how to honor Grand Moff Fortan, and how an entire group of citizens came to block the bulldozers from razing Number 10. Prosperia seemed to have itself put together if only a little more than its sister city across the Fortuna River. In the corner of the city where the Exchange seemed to exist quietly all on its own, a group of First Imperials gathered to decide the fate of both the city and the planet as a whole. Even as they took their time going up the lift it was clear that there needed to be a revival, salvation in the form of Imperialism and a way to get out from under the purse of the Sith Empire. ​

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[Arador Terrix]

Terrix looked around in the lift at the others in the lift with him, adjusting the collar on his triple-pleated uniform. His Vexillarius-armored security detail stood vigilant: ever since Bakura, he never traveled anywhere without them. If the First Order was to make a revival, Dosuun was as good a place to start it as any. This world was Terrix's home, and it pained him to see it in its current state. Without the order a strong First Imperial presence provided, things were being mismanaged and unrest was on the rise. He took a moment to look at his chrono, before returning his attention to the matter at hand. The fate of the planet and quite possibly the First Order itself would be decided here, no misstep could be permitted. With Dosuun, they could be reborn, better and stronger.

 

[Ariel Yvarro]

Ariel Yvarro arrived on Dosuun without incident but the travels from Sith space had been somewhat taxing. Somewhat but not enough to dissuade her from her ultimate goal today. Ariel's goal was to see to it that the First Order be revived and set back onto its path of what she perceived to be Fortanian Imperialism that is to say the form of Imperialism her cousin had led. What it was before it became twisted onto itself so much so that low-level aliens were able to take what had been once of the most technologically advanced Imperial nations this galaxy had seen in the past twenty years.​

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She was informed by her sister Ryssa of an Arador Terrix. At the very least he was still loyal to the First Order, same as Madelyn Lowe but the invitations would at least be out there for Lowe and whoever else decided to entertain the notion of a First Imperial revival. Such a word she thought to herself something she was sure her cousin never thought would be necessary. Still there she was Ariel in a shuttle that pushed through the Dosuunian clouds to reveal an Avalonia that was still very much drowning in rebuilding projects.​

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The shuttle banked to the left toward Prosperia. ​

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"Better late than never," she remarked as she looked down at the fleur-de-lis patterned bracelet on her wrist. ​

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Arador Terrix | Madelyn Lowe | @First Order​

 

[Commander Larkin]

Jerok's ship arrived in the Dosuun system out of hyperspace. For a while, he had been hold out with several others on the remote world of Rakuta Beta. On that planet, he and other loyalists had maintained and iron grip over the capital, ensuring that it remained in their control. When rumors spread that the First Order was on the verge of a come back, the planetary governor ordered Jerok to investigate.

His ship landed in an isolated area from which Jerok sent out a coded transmission;

"This is FN-7938 on behalf of Governor L'kara. I am seeking any First Order contacts. Repeat; this is FN-7938, I am with the First Order. I am searching for any contacts on this planet. Contact me with you operating number and location."

 

[Henry Austin]

Location : Dosuun
Tags : Sythe Jerok | Arador Terrix | Resurgent Narrative | Ariel Yvarro

Henri Austin's Resurgent-class Battlecruiser jumped out of hyperspace in orbit of Dosuun , he was part of the various First Imperial officials and soldiers who were going to partake at a meetingon the planet to discuss about the future of the First Order and First Imperial Resurgence.

Henry Austin had been the Captain of the Avenger a Resurgent-Class Battlecruiser during the old days of the First Order. He had fought valiantly for the Order during the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium's attacks against the First Order before the Order finally fell apart and the Captain fled to the Core Worlds where he became part of Marlon Sularen 's Directorate. When the First Order began calling for its members to met in Dosuun , Austin was sent by Maracel to participate at the meeting seeing the First Order as a potential ally for his Directorate.

Soon Austin would be on a shuttle on route towards the Capital of Dosuun. Hopefully for Austin this would mark the begininf of First Imperial Resurgence and the return of the First Order.

 

[Ariel Yvarro]

Dosuun.​

Prosperia.​

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Ariel watched on the small screen in front of her as guests began to arrive. One by one they would be directed to the conference room nestled on the Exchange's top floor. At least two representatives one of which hailed from Rakata Beta and the other had been on Pa'Desh until recently where he was in talks with Ariel's older sister Ryssa. However, when the Empire changed the nature of what they wanted Ryssa notified Ariel and thus the representative had been given the invitation to meet.​

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Unfortunately for the third participant, Ariel was in no mood to discuss or entertain alliances with any other entities. Rather than turn him away which is exactly what she wanted to do, the young woman smirked. She would have her officials direct the misguided man toward Prosperia as it seemed he was en route to Avalonia which for the time being were not entertaining visitors. "Moff Terrix, and... Jerok." She looked over at the Stormtrooper a moment. "Thank you both for coming, please have a seat. Once Mr. Austin of the Directorate arrives we can begin our discussions." ​

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"There are some refreshments over there if you wish to partake."​

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"Otherwise let us get straight on to business.​

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Henry Austin | Sythe Jerok | Arador Terrix ​

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[Kyrel Ren]

How long has it been since he been back here? Years perhaps, and yet Kyrel never stopped thinking about his home. While the Ssi-Ruuk had been defeated in the final days of the Fall. The First Order was still broken, divided into remnants and Warlord states. If not that then swallowed into the goliath that is the Sith Empire. But even so, it was clear that the First Imperials, they had all started to come together for a purpose. The purpose was to revive the First Order, better, stronger than ever. Unwilling to make the same mistakes it once did before and during it's collapse. With said remnants having found Kyrel, and apparoached the dark hermit in his home of Fortress Vader. Now he had come here to be apart of the delagation as a First Imperial born and raised on Dosuun, and one of the Order's followers as a Master of Ren.

His TIE Silencer approached out of Hyperspace and in view was the world. First Imperial ships emerged out of Hyperspace one by one, while around Dosuun there was still debris from the Fall. Mixed pieces of both First Imperial and Ssi-Ruuvi ships. Memories flashed in his mind only for a brief moment. As Kyrel trasmitted his clearance codes and IFF towards the nessecary security checkpoints. For a time he had no reason to do such things, but given the vulnerable state of the First Order. Such things were often needed.

The fighter descended through the atmosphere, passing alongside the smoldering ruins of Avalonia. The once vibrant capital that seen better days, a shining beacon and the image seen for all that were under the yoke of First Imperial rule. Soon it would be rebuilt, but for now he was given the coordinates to Prosperia, the acting capital until such a time was deemed fit for Avalonia to regain strength. His TIE landing in the hanger, he made his way from the cockpit, dressed in his dark armor, wrapped in a blood red cloak. Kyrel made his way towards the gathering of First Imperial officials, officers and the like to discuss the rebirth of the First Order.

Ariel Yvarro Arador Terrix Henry Austin Sythe Jerok

 

[Arador Terrix]

Terrix nodded a greeting at Jerok, then moved to the refreshments and prepared himself a cup of tea, before taking his seat while his guards moved to take their positions behind him. "It is my pleasure to attend, Ms Yvarro, and it is a joy indeed to know that loyalists to the cause of the First Order remain across the galaxy. I had feared we were all alone on Pa'Desh." Thoughts were racing through his head a parsec a minute, but he remained composed. Taking a sip of his tea, he looked over Ariel, then the ruby-hued stormtrooper also attending the meeting. He had no doubts about Ariel, but he had never met this Jerok or Captain Austin before. Hopefully they shared the same hopes that he did, there was no time for infighting anymore.

Ariel Yvarro Henry Austin Sythe Jerok Kyrel Ren ​

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Prefect Madelyn Lowe,
Prefsbelt IV, Sith Empire Space

A sleek black desk stretched out in front of her, its surface shining like a mirror where the golden light from the lamps in the corners ran across it, bouncing off of the wood to be absorbed into the deep red curtains behind her.

Madelyn, herself a picture in black, shrugged off her coat as she took a seat in the comfortable cushioned chair in which she spent so many hours these days. She ran a long nail across the surface, sitting back and taking in a view of the wide office space, with its shelves lined with trinkets and ornaments, its dark leather couches, her own desk in the centre, and the banner of the Sith, hanging over the door.

She had missed this. Four years of struggle had taught he much. They'd eked out a miserable existence on the Bastion without anyone. She had learned what it really meant to be independent. It had been awful, those years running the station, but she'd come out wiser, smarter than she'd been before.

"I'm patching you in now," came a voice from the door. A tall woman with close-cropped hair stood there, a face like chiselled stone and a gun sticking out from her hip. Madelyn nodded, but said nothing, choosing instead to check her reflection in a small mirror that she folded away in her drawer. She brushed away stray lock, briefly admiring the way the light caught her face; her glittering eyes, her crimson lips constrasting against the dark, muddy background behind.

With a chirp, the console in front of her activated, a small white light appearing at the centre of the device and expanding into a sharp holographic image of a faraway meeting room. She waited a moment, to ensure the room's attention was on her.

"Good evening everyone. Moff Terrix, it is a pleasure as always."

Her eyes flicked to the young woman in the room.

"And you must be Ms Yvarro. Thank you for putting this particular meeting together. I'm sure the two of us will be working very closely in the future."

She paused a moment, her gaze flitting to the others in the room.

"For those of you who do not know me, I am Madelyn Lowe, it is just wonderful to meet you all."

Arador Terrix | Ariel Yvarro | Henry Austin | Kyrel Ren | Sythe Jerok ​

 

[Ariel Yvarro]

Dosuun.
Prosperia.

Never let it be said that Ariel wasn't a patient woman. "Welcome, Ms. Lowe, a pleasure to see you and yes I am quite sure that we'll be working together." Although Ariel left any other thoughts to perish on her tongue as she considered those around her. "I am Ariel Yvarro and today's meeting is to establish a few things, and the first of those is the unequivocal return of the First Order and second, the approach to our first task." It wasn't so clear as to who she wanted for this but somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew.​

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"Now some of you might be wondering why would I want to be involved, let alone call this sort of meeting?"​

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"It's quite simple, you see, the Galaxy has forgotten and even condemned my dearest cousin's actions and Empire." Ariel could not let that stand, "my cousin Natasi was taken well before her time and her Empire was left to ruins, this, this is unacceptable." It could be said that Ariel saw Natasi as something like a second mother or at the very least an older sister she cared for quite dearly. The youngest Yvarro came of age just as the First Order was at its height. The graduate of a prestigious Galidraani university had made her way straight to Dosuun where she could find some of the hardiest and loyal sons to keep her safe.​

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"At the moment Avalonia is under reconstruction, and Dosuun is currently drinking milk out of the hand of the Sith Empire." It was to say the Sith were funding the project to revitalize Dosuun and perhaps even the First Order. They were, after all, alone Imperial power in the Outer Rim, and having the First Order back served as a buffer and an arm to keep governments like the Alliance and the Republic in-check. "While the effort is appreciative, we will have to get out from their purse stringers sooner rather than later." Lest they remain at the mercy of another foreign power, "but that can be reserved for another day."​

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The foreboding and mysterious presence of Kyrel Ren at least told Ariel that there were still some loyalists out there if she had read the files correctly. "Master Ren, thank you for joining me, I realize that you may already be at work on this, however; I task you with overseeing the reclamation of the Ren. Moff Terrix, I'd like your assistance in restructuring the government." Ms. Lowe, it was a familiar name but not one that stuck out to her until she thought on it longer and that was noticeable, "Ms. Lowe, you were the governor of Varonat, yes? Perhaps you could assist me in restructuring the ministry." ​

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"As for our military friends, your efforts on recruitment are needed now more than ever."​

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Madelyn Lowe | Arador Terrix | Sythe Jerok ​

 

[Commander Larkin]

Jerok, having had no luck on the comms, had taken it upon himself to wonder around for several hours before arriving at the meeting area. Once in the building, Sythe presented his credentials and was escorted into the main meeting hall. Upon his entry, he was given a welcoming nod from Terrix. For the most part, Syth's main goal was to sit back and observe. He was in no way a politician like many of the others and had little to offer in terms of rebuilding an empire. His expertise was advanced weapons training and martial arts. If the First Order was to rise again from the ashes, Jerok knew he would not be the one leading that effort, he would be the muscle ensuring that order is maintained along the way.

Tags: Madelyn Lowe | Ariel Yvarro | Arador Terrix | Kyrel Ren | Henry Austin

 

[Arador Terrix]

Terrix set down his cup, smiling. "Prefect Lowe, it is a pleasure." His attention was brought to Kyrel when the Master of Ren entered the meeting room, and his curiosity piqued. Had the Ren changed course? The last he had heard, they were going their separate way from the First Order. The Ren could be a strong ally indeed, if Kyrel could reel them in.

Moff Terrix's attention turned back to Ariel after a moment. "Of course, Ms Yvarro, I would be glad to aid you in the field of government. We will have our work cut out for us, I'm sure." He took a sip of his tea, happy to know that others were as eager to see the return of the First Order as he was. He doubted it would be simple or clean, but things like this rarely were. Terrix set his cup down again, waiting for responses from the other attendees.

 

[Extari Kanos]

Vice Admiral Evendevor Snoke, Battlegroup Titan, Ninth Fleet

//Location: [Declassified] F.I.V Titan [Classified]//
//Objective: Return Home//
//Tags: Arador Terrix Ariel Yvarro Sythe Jerok Henry Austin//

Extari's eyes pierced into the hazy atmosphere of Dossun. His hands clenched together and in moment of anguish he threw his command baton across the bridge of one of the last remaing Resurgent III Class Star Destroyer the First Order had at it's disposal.

It was becoming rather tiresome. The !majority of the First Order's leadership was either dead or missing. Grand Admiral Tregasaar had lead a valiant charge into Imperium space, only to have been defeated by the Ssi-Ruuvi. Grand Admiral Rusabger on the other hand had gathered what Imperial's he could and created a rather successful Remnant.

Extari, however, didn't join either of them, a mistake he would hold with him for the rest of his life. He had been busy in Sith space attempting to rout rebels there to the First Order's cause. Some of them did indeed join but the majority were blissful, ignorant and selfish.

He couldn't help but wonder how they would take down a superpower such as the Sith Empire if they were so divided and mislead. It didn't concern him anymore. And it was a mighty relief.

"Vice Admiral. We have received a communique from the ground. You are to report Prosperia immediately." Reported Commander Wolfe, the Resurgent's Executive Officer. "Very well" he responed. He couldn't wait to see what was left of his dazzling First Order.

The shuttle ride to the surface scorned Extari as he saw the horrors the Ssi-Ruubi unleashes upon his home. And as the shuttle landed he was prepared to do something about it.

He stumbled into the meeting room headfirst. "Sorry to be late. For those who don't know me I am Vice Admiral Talon of Battlegroup Titan attached to the Ninth Fleet"

 

[Ariel Yvarro]

Ariel thus far seemed satisfied to have everything in order, "you are quite correct Terrix. It will be a lot of work ah-"​

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She paused as someone stumbled into the meeting, she wondered if he had hit his head on the way in. She did not recall inviting the man, but he introduced himself as a Vice Admiral. "Rather youthful for a Vice Admiral, and thank you for your introductions you're correct we didn't know you Vice Admiral Talon, is it?"​

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She gave Moff Terrix and Ms. Lowe a tight smile, "I thank you both for your time and I look forwarding to working with you, both of you, I hope." Ariel let a look linger on Ms. Lowe a moment longer than normal before returning her attention to the Vice-Admiral. "Although perhaps you can be of use, tell me Vice-Admiral where do you hail from?" Ariel could scarcely recall his name and wondered if she had missed his name on the list of military personnel. After all the First Order's rank was quite swollen at the height of its power.​

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"Mr. Ren, I hope we can reach some sort of accord, perhaps a more private meeting should be arranged at a later date?"​

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Arador Terrix | Madelyn Lowe | Extari Kanos ​

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[Madelyn Lowe]

Madelyn leaned back in her chair and swept her cool, distant gaze across the gathering of projected forms that filled the meeting room on the other side of the Galaxy. They had come far already, considering the dire state of affairs of only a few months ago. But still, there was a long, long road ahead for the Order.

"Of course, Ms Yvarro. I and my staff would be happy to assist you in setting up a ministry here. In fact, I still have many of the Varonat offices' foundational documents on file."

The group in that office was eager, and together she knew they had the capacity to, with time, build something great. But, they were a motley crew. More or less the little group consisted of radicals and rejects, brought together by unfortunate circumstances and a dose of stubborn pride. It would take effort- serious effort, on their part to keep their fledgling group together. Madelyn, of course, would do her part, but all would have to pull their weight to equal measure.

"A pleasure to meet you, Vice Admiral."

Then there was Ariel Yvarro. She had shown herself to be capable, ruthless even, when it came to driving First Order development, but she was an unknown quantity. Simple ambition Madelyn could understand; she could plan around it. But Ariel was no ordinary politician, no, the woman had shown herself to be a fierce traditionalist and a zealous follower of First Order doctrine. While that obviously made her an ideal choice for their revitalisation efforts, her faith in tradition made the former Governor a little uncomfortable.

After all, Ariel Yvarro had not seen Varonat burn, nor was she forced to watch as her empire crumbled around her. Madelyn feared she had inherited the ideal of the Order, not the reality.

Her eyes twinkled, and she gave a wide smile.

"Of course, the PIA will do its best to bankroll what we can of the reconstruction efforts. Our capacity is limited for now, but early investments in Sith-Imperial media groups are paying well, and I am confident we will be able to provide you and your group with extensive financial support as-needed."

Ariel Yvarro | Extari Kanos | Arador Terrix ​

 

[Arador Terrix]

Terrix's gaze fell to this 'Vice Admiral Talon' as he barged into the room unannounced. Hmph. He had never heard of Talon before, but there had been plenty of Admirals at the First Order's height of power. His eyes looked over the younger man for a few moments before turning back to his tea, bringing the hot cup to his lips and taking a sip. He hoped that this newcomer, and in truth the rest of the First Order would be as loyal to the new government as they had been to the old one.

"Yes, I look forward to a very fruitful partnership. The new First Order starts today, here and now."

Ariel Yvarro | Madelyn Lowe | Extari Kanos ​