Rebirth of an Empire

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Usa'ar Obath"] [member="Kara Runo"] [member="Jared Starchaser"] [member="Nemesis Nemonus"] [member="The Traveler"] [member="Marius Flavian"] [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Logan Falkov"] [member="Weiss"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Caius Flavian"] @T'yr Dellos [member="Colrenn Renth"] [member="Joran Greth"] [member="Julieus Tenebre"] [member="Bria Shadow-Tarkin"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"] [member="Isabella Denko"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Kerri Aislinn"] [member="Captain Falcor"] [member="Adalric Vastor"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Victor Blood"] [member="Yandere"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Rhun Trask"] [member="Lord Eclipsion"] [member="Jarik Abren"] [member="Eldoc Quasat"] [member="Javos Infored"]

The worldcraft hung silently in space, a glistening gem whose value could only be marveled at considering the rarity of such a prize. A miniature planet was what they were called in the days of the Galactic Civil War when the emperor would dole out such incredible rewards on his favored. A world capable of moving on its own through hyperspace, an artificial planet lush and vibrant. A place the Galactic Empire could call home as they finally finished they migrant travels. It had been a long time since the Empire was forced to abandon the stronghold world of Crina, along with accompanying planets such as the Fortress world of Valc VII. Having been on the move as a roaming fleet while their strength recovered and regrouped, the Imperial Forces had finally found their way westward to this worldcraft in the system of Sirat Wen.

It would be here they would be Reborn.

Already refugees from Crina and the older Fel Empire were gathering on the Worldcraft world now dubbed "Rebirth" along with other planets in the system after the efforts and rallying call of the Imperial Admiralty brought them together. No longer would they be scattered, now was the time they would consolidate their power once more and rise from the depths again. The Empire would become an unmatched power and reach out into the galaxy with their restored might now brought together.

Arriving on Rebirth were the Moffs and chief officers of command, the Admirals and Generals together with the Masters of the Imperial Knights would be getting together to propose the Empire's revival. Meanwhile this time could be viewed as a period of reprieve for the soldiers who had been fighting so hard to reach this point. It would be a time for the members of the Empire to relax, perhaps stroll through the forests or grasslands that had been planted on the worldcraft, creating a serene environment of fields and meadows.

Or maybe they would take the time to hone their skills, the Knights of the Imperial Order sparring within the confines of the Academy, or the soldiers of the Imperial Stormtrooper Corp taking the time to check the armory and their equipment and relieve their tension through target practice.

It was up to them, personally for Alva Calvarona she debated her time as she strolled through one of the aforementioned meadows. Just maybe she had to partake in that meeting with the higher ups, or perhaps she ought to visit the Academy and check if her apprentices had stepped in there. . . . . . or maybe she ought to sit down and plan some of the future covert operations that Intelligence needed to begin. There was Lieutenant Corvax and Renth likely needed to be free for that though.

 

[Raijin Arashi]

Bond... no Raijin... He was Raijin, now. He liked the name considerably better than his original one... Had to admire the tenacity of these people. Their homeworld was smashed to bits, under the regime of the One Sith, and they had basically... Moved all their resources into this huge construct. It was a beautiful thing. A gigantic, moving, civilization. He felt like he was at home here, and possibly even safe. Obviously, that was just an illusion, but the frightened people of the Empire needed to feel secure.

And he was here to offer his help with that security, however he could. He was first and foremost a fighter. And the upper echelons of both the Imperial Knights and the Empire itself were dangerously lacking in fighters. Dead, disappeared, or simply deserters, the once-strong Imperial Remnant had fallen far. He was willing to give them at least part of the help they so desperately needed and deserved. If he had to bow to somebody to get them to accept his help, so what? At least it wasn't a Sith he'd be bowing to.

All these thoughts he organized as he walked towards the important-looking building that apparently housed the offices of one of the last few Knights of the Remnant... The Princess Alva herself... Raijin chuckled to himself. Everybody needed titles, even if they weren't as meaningful as they sounded. Himself included.

[member="Alva Calvarona"]

 

[Colton Renth]

In a dimly lit room Colrenn sat at computer terminal behind 3 securely sealed doors, as he started the screen pouring the data from the fight with what life of the fringe forces and the data from the captured star destroyer , will others enjoys the beauty of their new home he busy, try to help secure it safety, and aid in rebuild imperial intelligence back to it former glory and beyond, he was looking the data making secure encrypted holocalls to informants to get a feel for what they were going to be up against, hoping for something useful, to present to the higher ups in their meeting that was soon to begin.

 

[The Traveler]

[member="Colrenn Renth"]
[member="Darth Raijin"]
[member="Alva Calvarona"]


As the proverbial phoenix rose from the ashes so to must the Empire of Order, destined to reclaim its crown and lead the galaxy to its destiny. No longer content to the shadows of obscurity, to the glory of dreams or the monotony of calloused memories. Thus was the day that of all days they had come forward to the endless ebb and flow that was the chaos of the galaxy. Before the titans of the Galaxy, cleft once asunder and together bound with the cords of righteousness and order stood the last Bastion of order, the final champion of what shall be.


The Traveler, known only by that monicker and one name Ter'yn ( A ancient word meaning Lost) stood before the ensamble of shadow and collective mind. His black and crimson armor obscuring him as a shadow obscures the thief in the night, his head cocked slightly as he viewed the great world ship. It was an unusual sight even for one as well versed as he, endless and limited, beginning and end. It was the alpha and it was the omega of the Empire and it would serve as their engine or rebirth or the carrion of their death. Upon the dowry of the Planet ship the enigmatic rogue knelt in deep meditation. His twin Katana crossed over his lap as his one eye that was visible was closed.

It was in this state of reverie that he who was, that he who is and he who shall be found most comforting. Glimpses of past, present and future flooded his mind. Like a filter removing toxins from water it sorted the images in his head trying to make sense of any of them. Though many force users could find the vision of the force few had the mental acuity to translate it easily, the rest such as he had to dissect it piece from piece to find the omens that so thoroughly vexed them. fickle as a mountain stream after a deep rain and as treacherous as the oceans currents the force was anything but subtle, yet it had a refined and hidden nature. The Traveler exhaled only briefly as he opened his eyes, a flicker on the HUD alerted him of the time.

" Such as the flowing of time, we to must make our haste. Eternity embraced, never resting we must make our move. " he said to himself as he stood up and slid the katana into the scabbards on his back. " Keen edged and elegant" he said of his weapons as he began moving towards one of the larger buildings. Though he had joined the Knights of the Empire he had not truly made his presence known, instead sticking to the confines of himself. That time was over, he would soon need them and they him for the mastery of the force was a great asset and so few outside of the Dogmatic and zealous religious crusaders had the numbers to be dangerous.

 

[Utena Calvarona]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnku4o3tRB4​

The sound of the music came to her ears, with Alva seeing to the important things to keep the ones here working entertained Utena was moving herself to the music with the other dancers and working on the morale of the empire. Their job might not be important on baby but here in the small raised stage she was getting some cheers from some of the troopers who were off duty and they seemed to be wanting to help the others with food and construction. The music swelled and she was there on the stage with the others dancing as the song came out in the old tongue her sister had shown her in that apprentices journal. For making their pet golems but more then that it also added a the lyrics can mean anything over being a love song. It was energetic and some of the ones there were dancing with them once they got the beat down and the movements. Utena bounced up and down while her friends were singing. As they finished the first song she was going over some of it with a smile gyrating her hips and offering a smile. "Thank you, we'll have another song for you soon. Remember to support your emperor."

 

[Joran Greth]

[member="Alva Calvarona"]
[member="Colrenn Renth"]
[member="The Traveler"]
[member="Utena Calvarona"]

Joren Greth opened his eyes to a new day. A day bought and paid for by the blood of a million imperials. He had no misgivings about the price of his life or the cost he himself had paid for being alive. He had lost his son and daughter to the sith, the only thing in the galaxy he cared for was gone. Now he had to go on without them in a world he had no desire to belong. He was tired of endless moving and the thought of what some would call a home peaked what little interest he had left. Home, how could this place be home without them. How can he call this world, this new found system anything other than hell. He sat up and turned to put his feet on the floor. It was time to begin, time grab what was left of his life and start over. He fought the urge to stay in bed, to sleep till the dreams of life before enveloped him into eternal bliss. Again he closed his eyes, the deck below his feet was cold and would not allow him to slip back into the joyful peace of his mind and the ones gone. The cold deck below his feet was the only thing in his mind now. Crisp and solid, it had been for the last few months of his life. The only constant was the chill of space around him.

His communicator rang as he stood to dress himself and grab a drink. Drinking had been his only friend as of late. He knew his mind was becoming ever more cloudy but the pain was constant and the drink hid the burning eyes of his son and daughter when he slept. How they gazed into his soul, forever burning like an endless pit of fire. They had given their lives to save him, this was the dagger which cut the deepest. They were gone and he remained.

"Yes what is it lieutenant?"

He grumbled at the communicator wishing he could lash out at life and everyone. He would now focus his hatred and vengeance on his aid, something he did often he knew, but the man was there and he made it so easy to hate him.

"Sir, You told me to tell you when we were dropping out of hyperspace. We will be entering the Sirat Wen system in five minutes."

Greth grumbled incoherent thoughts to himself and slide on his boots. The trip it seemed was over and he had reached the hell that he would call home. He left the lieutenant hanging for a moment as he cleared his throat and buttoned up his jacket.

"Very well lieutenant, I will join you on the bridge in a moment."

He paid no attention to what drabble his aid spewed after that point. He cared little for what the man had to say in general and today, as he stood making himself presentable while he felt like dying inside, he cared even less for anything anyone had to say. He dug deep into himself to find any spark of life. Any trace of the man he truly was. He knew he had to survive, if not for the price his life had cost. The price paid by his children. He had to move on and feed that spark inside him. An ember of the fire he once had lay deep down awaiting fuel. And he knew just the fuel to spark that ember. His family was gone but the Empire was still very much alive. He would us this to ignite the rage that was pent inside him. He would see justice, no not justice that was to good it was revenge he wanted. The force had taken his family and he would lash out at it and burn down every edifice he saw fit until his hunger was quenched. He stared at his image in the refreshers mirrored door and straightened his uniform, he was ready now. He looked at what was left of a once great man, a man now afire with fervent vengeance at his core.

"The dead are gone and the living are hungry"

These words rang out of him like a tidal wave, he instantly knew he was changed. He would grab the Empire by the back of the neck and drag it kicking and screaming into greatness, into a honed weapon he could use to exact his will and vengeance.

 

[Vanya Lyekova]

La Casa Fiesta
Worldship

Moff Beck called it her casa. Me casa. Su casa. A white concrete luxury abode that sat overlooking the summer hills and [member="Utena Calvarona"] 's music festival. There was a pool, a barbeque, an open bar, and bikini's all around. Moff Beck was a feisty Imperial woman and, most importantly, a red head. And on this website? You know what means. Girls, girls, girls. Ooo. And bow tie muscle men too. Hello waiter?

Vanya grabbed a martini glass from the passing hunk waiter and brush her hair aside. Strutting alongside the pool's grass in her Imperial swimsuit and glossy high-heels. She felt like a diva. Leaning against the open bar she watched as the girl's danced and preformed at the music festival below. The shade from the umbrella canopy glittering off her dark sunglasses. She looked tan. No. She looked good. This was how friends of the Moffs unwind.

Lyecova took a sip of her martini and tapped her fingers to the music. She might just go for a swim later? You never know? Because life on 'Beck Hill' was good. La Casa de Fiesta. Perfecto.

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Usa'ar Obath"] [member="Kara Runo"] [member="Jared Starchaser"] [member="Nemesis Nemonus"] [member="The Traveler"] [member="Marius Flavian"] [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Logan Falkov"] [member="Weiss"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Caius Flavian"] @T'yr Dellos [member="Colrenn Renth"] [member="Joran Greth"] [member="Julieus Tenebre"] [member="Bria Shadow-Tarkin"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"] [member="Isabella Denko"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Kerri Aislinn"] [member="Captain Falcor"] [member="Adalric Vastor"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Victor Blood"] [member="Yandere"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Rhun Trask"] [member="Lord Eclipsion"] [member="Jarik Abren"] [member="Eldoc Quasat"] [member="Javos Infored"]

Raijin would encounter Alva long before actually entering the offices of the Imperial Academy. The meadow she had been strolling about was just ahead of it, while the party that could be heard going on was down the hill well within view. It was actually quite fortuitous that the two of them would run into one another. The crinan woman and lost princess of the now conquered planet the Imperials had had to leave behind had something she had needed to ask the Dark Jedi that had recently joined up with the Empire's forces. Although personally she had little like for force users outside the Practitioners of her homeworld, Alva had no problem putting up with them for the sake of the whole. Not to mention the Emperor and Empress had made it quite clear the Empire would scrutinize, but not turn away, support offered from those who would normally be wary of.

Turning to face the approaching armored figure, Alva offered a slight grin in greeting once they were close enough for conversation. "you were actually someone I was hoping to see or talk to today. If you have a moment I would like to ask you for a favor about helping me out in preparing a. . . .training exercise for a few apprentices of the Empire. Ah, but if you could give me a moment as well?" There was someone else she had to contact as well. Part of the young Officer and Knight wanted to go down to the pool to relax along with everyone else, but she had to keep things running. She would leave the fun to Utena who was already on the ball throwing a music festival next to the Imperial forces finally enjoying a reprieve from the horrors they had been subjected to of late.

Waiting for her communicator to settle a link, Alva would hope she got an answer from the man on the other end if he wasn't too busy. [member="Colrenn Renth"] was a dedicated agent, perhaps more serious about work than she herself was. "Sorry to bother you Agent Renth, if you're getting this I was just leaving a reminder regarding the potential operations we might undertake soon. I was just checking to see if you were available for the assignments if we were to start them soon. If the data decryption is taking too long put a slicer droid on it to speed it along too. We should have a few in storage already to maintain the Academies records, borrow one of them if needed."

 

[Marius Gihren]

Marius Flavian had just finished performing a rigorous morning physical training routine on board the Absolution Class Star Destroyer Dauntless. Now in his quarters it was just about time to begin the last step toward of a career change in life. Washing his face off at the sink the young man gazed into the mirror searching his teeth for any imperfections. Finding none he began to shave in earnest. Anticipation was growing as he looked forward to the historic events to come. A jubilant atmosphere had swept the remaining forces of the Imperial Remnant upon discovery of the system of Sirat. Especially the discovery of the World Craft now designated "Rebirth".

For the last time he shaved with the grain, scrutinizing his appearance with each passing moment. Discipline was what the Storm Corp had instilled in Marius. It reflected greatly through his daily habits. Still adhering to a strict and regimented life style. He was no longer a member of the Storm Corp. Of course the ole mantra was 'You never leave the Corp until the day you die, and even then you are blasting the Emperor's enemies away in the after life' The old Drill Instructor from his boot camp days had left that imprinted deeply.

He selected his underclothes of a dark grey under armor shirt and pants. Now was would be an unceremonious passage from Storm Trooper to becoming an Imperial Knight. Marius spent a moment reflecting on how he came to be here. 'If were not for the discovery of me being force sensitive I would likely still be stuck in that Elite Guard guarding that pompous Admiral. I guess its ironic that my gift would mean I'm being shifted from one guard duty to another guard duty. Albeit one of true importance. I guess I should be grateful because I've heard through the grape vine that my previous charge ended up going rogue and had to be pout down by the 181st. That is the price we pay for betraying the Empress' His gaze became fixed on the black and crimson armor. Resting a hand on the right gauntlet the moment of reflection passed. It was time.

Donning the armor was his own silent ceremony.
'One who swears onto the Imperial Flag has nothing left that belongs to oneself' Was now the cause with which now just the Storm Corp had gifted him but now the Knights of the Empire would offer as well
He looked around the room one last time and then without any words left for the flight deck to catch a shuttle down to the surface.

 

[Rhaegar Nemesis Dib]

Fury ends the stagnant, enemies shall fragment, and the remnant shall win the day. Old words from an ancient tale of war and rebirth. It told of a chosen few who persevere through trials and tribulation, through war and turmoil, through death and destruction to evolve in Rebirth. Most fail to realize that birth is painful and life threatening, that it hurts and makes one wish for death, but in the end life finds a way. And so too has the Empire. Life and death is a mirage, it is the struggle that gifts immortality.

The man was crouched at the crest of a hill. On one side was the rolling beauty of nature unspoiled by the hands of men. To the other was the frolicking event that was underway. A twitch to the cold lips as distant memories of youth flashed before his dark eyes for the barest of a moment. Then it, as well as the emotion on his face, was gone. Behind him were the academy and training grounds for the different sects of the Empire's military arms. It was there he would go.

Rising to his full height of nearly six and a half feet tall he shook his loose black coat lightly, letting the loose grass drift on the breeze. Dressed in a loose long coat black as night, white tunic, black trousers and boots he did not appear as threatening as those in their armor parading around on leave or as sentries. But as his massive shoulders blotted out the sky and the menacing presence spread these thoughts would change. A ebony handle shown on his belt, the hilt of a sword beneath his coat.

Walking slowly down through the meadow and heading for the gates he mused to himself. " Gates open wide, welcoming travelers in. The crimson stained tide, with souls black as sin." Another verse from his youth, this one about the gates of the underworld. Two choices each had. Torment and damnation or rebirth to atone for sins past. And if one failed to atone in the second life then their soul was torn asunder and cast to the heavens, never to be whole again.

The man wasn't weary or eager nor was he searching to prove himself or atone for actions of yonder year. No, he was here for something else.

 

[Kara Runo]

Kara was one of the many hundred if not thousands of people looking to get out and discover their new home. Sirat Wen was a huge system. The fleet
"Out of the way people if you want off this ship you better let the pilot through!" she shouted while worming her way through a crowd of other service members waiting to go on leave.
After a few moments of shoulder checking people she finally made her way to the Lambda class shuttle she had been assigned to pilot to the surface. part of her wheeling and dealing to get leave was trading favors with other pilots. After promising to to take a few extra patrol flights out in the following week she managed to score piloting a shuttle on a one way trip. Another pilot would pick it up on the surface and return with a supply run.

Of course she had also promise to pick up some sort of gift for her buddy in personnel services that routed her leave chit. 'Greasing the cogs of the Empire to make things efficient, that was what it was all about right?' A grin plastered across her face as she walked up the ramp into the shuttle. Several Crina nobles and citizens were aboard along with a squad of storm troopers. She stopped short as she noticed that among the troopers sticking out like a sore thumb was an Imperial Knight. She recognized the young man to be Caius's cousin but couldn't remember his name. In fact she hadn't really seen him around the fleet at all and assumed he was likely Missing In Action like Caius was. She shrugged and made her way past every one "Alright people lets get off this bucket and go dirtside, time for some R&R!" She proclaimed with a few cheers from the citizens. The storm troopers and knight remained gaunt quiet. 'Oh lighten up' she thought and kept on going.

Sitting down in the cock pit she glanced over to her co-pilot "So we are bringing the bucket heads down to the surface as well? Thought we were just dropping off supplies?"
"Orders are orders, can't help it with all the commotion going on" Her pilot spoke while flipping switches and gearing up the shuttle for departure.
Kara didn't let it bother her as it didn't impact her ticket down. Donning a headset to initiate the most mundane part of her life, talking with flight control.
"Flight control this is Transport One Eight Nine Gamma requesting clearance for take off"
"Transport One Eight Nine Gamma, Flight Control, you are clear for take off, depart bearing 0.270.0 to point Alpha, change vector to 45.180.93S"
"Copy that Flight control, bearing 0.270.0 point Alpha, vector 45.180.93 to starboard."

She loved departing ships, for what ever reason the feel of getting out into the black felt so freeing. The irony that she was desperate for getting dirt side was not lost on her own mind. The worldcraft of Rebirth came up into view. From what she had gathered the planet was home to a sect of Imperial Knights. Right now though it was being used as part of the inauguration and merging of the two factions of Imperialists. The Remnant and the Siratians would form the nucleus of a renewed Galactic Empire. Soon the Empire would once again be brought under one banner and it would start afresh here.

Rebirth was a lush green world with forests everywhere.
High Command had gathered on this world for whatever reason to discuss the transition of government. One of the lesser known Moff's was apparently holding some sort of party, likely with Princess Utena performing as she had been often around the fleet putting on morale boasting shows. Kara figured she would check out things, especially the Navy facility the Sirats had set up on the world. Eventually though she would hop on a flight from here to Titana Prime. She had heard of the "Free Trade Market" in a city called Eranta through a friend of a friend and had to check it out.


[member="Nemesis Nemonus"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"] [member="Joran Greth"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="The Traveler"] [member="Darth Raijin"] [member="Colrenn Renth"]

 

[Joran Greth]

The door to the command deck slid open presenting the chaotic scene that was life aboard the Judicator. The Destroyer had been badly damaged in the exodus from the Preinn sector. Valc VII like the worlds once home to the Imperial Remnant had fallen to the onslaught of the One SIth. Hundreds of thousands had died and he had survived. He had been en route to Gandrossi VI for a meeting with the worlds governor when the attack came. The Judicator had been nowhere near the battle, yet still if had been sought out and attacked. The Crew of Judicator had fought like demons against three cruisers and just did make it out of the system alive. The damage to the destroyer was extensive and the ship had to stop after a series of hyperspace jumps to enact repairs. Now he and the crew of Judicator had finally arrived, though weeks overdue.

"Sir we have been contacted and advised to proceed to what they refereed to as Rebirth. I have set in the course and we will be in orbit in fifteen minutes."

Greth nodded to the captain and sat down in his command chair. The row of three seats sat dead center of the bridge and were surrounded on three sides by the operations pits that were standard on a destroyer bridge. The command seats however were not. It was something Greth had installed upon his taking the Judicator as his transport vessel.

" Very well captain, take us in."

Greth sit back and waited on his aide to bring him a cup of caf. The lieutenant was a hard working and loyal assistant but Greth just could not stand looking at him.

"You caf sir."

Greth looked at the man and took the caf and returned his gaze out the forward view port at the slowly growing sphere that was rebirth. The Judicator was done as a warship, that was certain. Its hull was shattered and what was left of its weapon systems would not fight off a freighter. How the engineering team kept the hunk of junk in one piece was beyond him. Yet here it was slowly limping into the safety of what was now Imperial Space.

His mind drifted back to his children once again. Oh how he wished they could have seen the this. Millions of imperial citizens rejoicing in just being alive. The anger started to flare up once again but Joren pushed it down. He was done with that, he was now dedicated to making the Empire once again great. And making himself rich in the process, yes lets not forget the money. No reason to live in squaller and poverty, that was just not acceptable.

[member="Kara Runo"] [member="Nemesis Nemonus"] [member="Marius Flavian"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="The Traveler"] [member="Colrenn Renth"] [member="Darth Raijin"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Ezra was here to visit the system of Sirat Wren, new home to the Galactic Empire, specifically a worldcraft with the unofficial moniker of Rebirth. He wasn’t sure he would make his actual home in this Unknown Regions location, although he would look at real estate listings on the ecumenopolis of Sirat Wren Prime while he toured the area. The Imperial Agent was currently living on The Anubis, his Scarab-Class Corvette out of necessity more than any real desire to inhabit a rather cramped starship. But if he required fresh air, sunshine and a release from cabin fever, he would make a stop to a resort planet like Maramere, stay in a thatched hut on a deserted island for a week and then get right back into his work.

But by lending his time and energy, Ezra was prepared to support the Empire anyway he needed to, through critical meetings with other Imperial leaders, purchasing and installment of infrastructure or just general moral support.

Ezra’s maneuvered The Anubis through one of the artificial hyperspace lanes to Rebirth. He was pleased to see the heavy presence of Imperial patrol craft, despite having to announce his credentials every few minutes. But it appeared that the Empress had spared no expense in safety protocols for their new world.

After landing he departed and made his way to the Imperial Academy. Perhaps he would join in the festivities later where stormtroopers were being entertained by music, dancing and drinks, but for now, his work took precedent.

[member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Darth Raijin"] [member="Colrenn Renth"] [member="The Traveler"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Joran Greth"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"] [member="Marius Flavian"] [member="Nemesis Nemonus"] [member="Kara Runo"]

 

[Vanya Lyekova]

La Casa Fiesta
Worldship

Lyecova stretched out in her recliner and swirled the drink in her hand. Playing with the straw with her eager pink tongue. Another sensual looking girl was massaging her back as they talked.

"Mm. Oh that is lovely. Go deeper dear. Mm. Yes. Just like that. Ooo. Mm. ...And by the way. What is this band Cassy? They're actually good."

"I'm not really sure Colonel. I know [member="Utena Calvarona"] is something of a celebrity around here though. The Moff has been dying to meet her."

"Mm. I'll bet. Our dear Moff is a trick'sy woman. I doubt Miss Utena would stand a chance in her bedroom."

"Hehe. You say that like you've been there?"

Vanya smiled and sipped her drink. Enjoying every moment of the other woman's stubborn touch. Ooo. Strong hands. So nice. So firm. Just the way she liked it.

"I've never had the pleasure of her Ladyships company. No. ...And I don't think I will either. At this point it would just be another trophy on her glorious wall of conquests."

"Oh Colonel. You've got her all wrong. She's a sensual companion. Really looks after the girls that she brings in. It's not just about fading to black every night. It's not like back on Crina. I think she really does enjoy all of our company."

"Mm hmm. And I suppose that is why she has a new girlfriend every two weeks? She just enjoys their company so quickly, right?"

"Oh. You are so bad Colonel. But you'll come around. You'll see. Once you have dinner with her Ladyship, you'll understand."

"I sure hope not. I'd rather keep my vacation a solo affair. I'm not looking to pick up another companion for the week. Good heavens, no. The baggage. Ugh."

The woman smiled and began to rub Vanya's legs. A little inappropriately too. Oh my?

"Well that's too bad Colonel. Because I was hoping that after dinner you and I could go for a little night swim?"

"Oh my, Cassy dear? I had no idea you went for blondes? I thought you preferred Ryloth blue?"

"I usually don't. But I think I'm starting to warm up to the idea."

Just before the woman's hand to 'warm up' to anything, Vanya slowly turned around and lifted up her shades.

"Well. How about thinking about getting me another drink, would you deary? Mommies dry. And you know how that spoils my mood."

Cass seemed startled by what was obviously a rejection of her advances. Apparently the Colonel wasn't in a playful 'red-headed' mood today.

"Ah. Oh, of course Colonel Lyecova. Lime, yes?"

"That would be perfect Cass. And I think I'm all done with my massage too. Thank you dear."

"Of course. I'll be right back."

"I'm sure."

Vanya turned back over and watched as the music played. Her thoughts now turning to dinner and food. After all, there was still plenty of time for frolicking later. Her vacation was still young.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Why had he come here? What purpose had drawn him exactly? He had been of the Republic, what seemed like ages ago. Since then he had floated in the Outer Rim, fighting for whatever he wanted. Laws had meant little and less to him than a drop of water on an ocean planet. Order? Order was an illusion less popular and needed than most anything else, but like mindless cattle most craved it.. There was something in him that had begun to crumble during his isolation and meditation, and since meeting that Chiss woman, his old doubts had crept back in...

Despite his experiences on the Outer Rim, he had begun to think maybe his wasn't a life doomed to drifting until death... He had skill, power even, when he chose to use it. As he stepped onto the worldcraft from the recruiting vessel, or whatever you would call it, he smiled thinly, tattered rags and sunken eyes taking in all who regarded him with scorn. He could likely kill half a dozen before anyone even fired a shot. But there was no urge to. The bloodlust infecting him seemed to have dulled in the waning days. There would be plenty of points to prove himself. If these people were what they said they were, the rags he were clothed in would matter little.

Fingers and hand disappearing under his threadbare cloak that might have once been black, but was sunbleached to a mottled grey and white, he felt the plain hilt of his lightsaber, and nodded, stopping all pretense as he dropped what little concealment in the force he could manage and for the first time perhaps in years he 'stretched', so to speak, making himself damn near a beacon as his feet touched the su

Trotting, he turned slightly to head to the place he had been told of, the Imperial Knights' area. It was time to see if his vision, if this nagging pull he had felt in the Force, bore true weight, or was a desperate pull by his mind to salvage something.

[member="Nemesis Nemonus"] | [member="Marius Flavian"]
rface.

 

[Colton Renth]

[member="Alva Calvarona"]

Colrenn listened to the comlink as continued in his work, he thought for moment and decided to take to princess advice about the slicer droid, he head for storage facility at the academy, he tell the princess he was available in person if he bumped into her.

 

[Kara Runo]

Kara was very much enjoying the flight down into world craft's atmosphere. The center of gravity took hold of the shuttle and gradually the craft began to feel heavy. Nothing though a veteran dropship pilot couldn't handle though. A little bit of turbulence was felt through out shuttle but nothing too unusual. The shields flair as flames from the atmospheric drag erupted all around the view port making it almost impossible to see. Kara loved the sight, it was typically one she dubbed "dropping into hell" back when she used to fly Sentinel transports and the MAAT/i's into combat. Nothing like being blinded by fire and feeling the steady pulse of flak exploding all around you to feel alive.

Of course that was not the case today. She shook herself out of the trance like state. She began to check her controls and kept the stick steady. Those moments were genuinely annoying, it was like she was reliving past moments. Made it hard to sleep sometimes. 'But that is what getting out and enjoying leave is supposed to help with right? Just over stressed from everything that has happened'

The comms lit up as they passed through the upper atmosphere
"Transport One Eight Nine Gamma, Rebirth Flight Traffic Control, welcome to Rebirth, We have you flagged for Landing Pad Four, standby for further instructions,"
"Copy that FTC, we'll be floating on the wind" She spoke and followed it with an inward giggle. She then hit the comms switch and spoke to the passengers "Hey ladies and gentleman, this is you pilot pseaking, looks like we'll be landign here shortly with an ETA of six minutes and counting. Please make sure all gear is stowed the in event of turbulence however if you need to use the facilities now would be the the time to do so!" She flipped it off and found her co-pilot to be chuckling "Whats so funny?" she asked.
"You should have been an commercial pilot..."
"Shut it!"
"Transport One Eight Nine Gamma, Flight Traffic Control, you are fourth in line for landing, maintain holding pattern"
"Copy that FTC, holding for four," She replied back with a tinge of annoyance "Grah I wonder why we just got bumped back in line?" (( [member="Joran Greth"] ))
"Probably some big shot. Bet you ten creds its a General"
"Hah, I'll take that bet and say its probably an Admiral"

 

[Marius Gihren]

Marius was enjoying the flight down to the surface as well. Although it wasn't the sight seeing as Sentinel shuttles lacked windows or view ports. It was more or less the excitement of what was to come. He took a moment to reflect on the other passengers, closing his eyes and felt their presence in the force. The few Crinan nobles. The strom troopers who had mild force sensitivity. The two pilots taking us down to the surface. He began to open up wider and could feel the world, artificial but still vibrant with life.
The sensation of others who were powerful in the force could be felt. Though he had yet to meet them he wondered if he could sense. It was likely considering how raw and untrained in the force.

Contemplation set in as the young squire to began to decide on what he would like to train in first. Like his cousin there was a desire to be proficient in the ways of swordsmanship and dueling. Naivete and wonder was what primarily described his thoughts. The idealism of what it mean't to be an Imperial Knight invaded his thoughts. The weight of responsibility of being a force practitioner whose loyalty was to the Empire and the force in that order. What adventures were to come? He did not know, only that he had to improve and progress to become the best. Whether it was on the front lines fighting with the Imperial war machine or travelling the stars meting out justice and restoring order.

First step though was to travel to the Temple and meet with those who have mastered so more than he.


[member="Julius Sedaire"]
[member="Nemesis Nemonus"]
[member="The Traveler"]
[member="Alva Calvarona"]
[member="Darth Raijin"]

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Usa'ar Obath"] [member="Kara Runo"] [member="Jared Starchaser"] [member="Nemesis Nemonus"] [member="The Traveler"] [member="Marius Flavian"] [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Logan Falkov"] [member="Weiss"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Caius Flavian"] @T'yr Dellos [member="Colrenn Renth"] [member="Joran Greth"] [member="Julieus Tenebre"] [member="Bria Shadow-Tarkin"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"] [member="Isabella Denko"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Kerri Aislinn"] [member="Captain Falcor"] [member="Adalric Vastor"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Victor Blood"] [member="Yandere"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Rhun Trask"] [member="Lord Eclipsion"] [member="Jarik Abren"] [member="Eldoc Quasat"] [member="Javos Infored"]

Alva couldn't help but sigh as reports bleeped on her datapad, prompting her to check it to see the list of a number of dignitaries and such entering the system, their ships showing up on the long range sensor satellites they had set in orbit. In all honesty the crinan woman hoped that they all didn't find the lack of a massive fleet over the Empire's regrouping center to be discouraging. Rather, the majority of the regathered Imperial Navy was sitting at various shipyards around the system, and one shadow yard sitting in empty space close enough to Rebirth itself so that should someone dare to launch an attack at this time they could jump in quickly as surprise reinforcements. Subterfuge often won the day over a brute display of force anyway.

Regardless, if many were the upper echelon Moffs, Officers, and Staff then Alva readily expected possibly being required to meet with them in an official capacity. Likely within a closed room of the Academy or the bureaucratic building.

 

[Colton Renth]

As made his way through the academy halls he heard the beeping of a datapad he rounded a corner to find Alva Calvarona,”Hello princess I got your message, and decided to take your advice on the slicer droid idea, I just sent it off moments ago to finish the decryption, I'm available should anything that requires my unique skill set arise.” He said in his cold, even voice with heavy imperial accent.