Faction Sons of the Empire

[Kanollic II Vethres]

Kanollic II Vethres
Inspector-General
Patriarch of House Vethres
Moff of Bal Talmshaa

Location: Fortress Imperator ; Revelin
Direct Tags: Melvain Braxis ; Marcus Bastion ; Adera Vellas
Post Number:
TWO

Kanollic II would form a soft smile at the words of Adera Vellas as the news about his health was more much important than the meeting which to his knowledge was rather one sided in terms of action. The Triumvirs and the Grand Moff Ignacious Korvan were hell bent on crushing the Chiss People like the Brotherhood of the Maw did. He had a small amount of suspicion within his mind that the meeting invitiation was only given to those that would support such a measure.

Reaching his hand into his coat pocket and withdrawing a pair of reading glasses; placing them on his face like a grandfather would. "I heard that the meeting itself was rather one sided in favor of crushing the chiss population. I certainly wished I could have been there to voice my concerns regarding the proposal." Kanollic said towards both Adera Vellas and Marcus Bastion in response to their statements towards him. Leaning on his cane some more as a passing service droid was approaching; he reached out his hand and swiped a random glass from the tray without looking at it's contents.

Ah...the decree that had just passed

"In my honest opinion on the matter; Moff Vellas. The Decree would only empower the chiss to fight to the last man to protect their homes. Instead of absolute hatred for the Brotherhood of the Maw who annihilated their homes they would redirect that hate towards the Empire. The Tarkinist Administration is making the same mistakes as the Ancient Galactic Empire which cost them dominion of the galaxy. By purposely enacting decree's that will spawn an even greater rebellion. Such a thing that we don't need at this time with our war against the Galactic Alliance unfolding"

Moff Kanollic said without a hint of censorship within his voice. The Decree itself would spawn an even greater rebellion than they were facing now. Such a thing was going to lead them down the road of the Ancient Galactic Empire and their inevitable defeat. He would just have to see if his fellow moff's agreed or disagreed with him. Either was fine as this was an open forum after all.

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[Hall Mannarra]

Fortress Imperator | Bastion
181st Armored Division
Keylee Linth

"Thank you, that's very kind of you sir, but it's only food"

The greeting returned to him in kind, as well as her attentive smile as she listened to him, and her response to his genuine apology eased his anxiety somewhat. The nervous and taut crewman relaxed, answering her smile in kind with his own, with a little hint of confusion in his features; the woman had referred to him as ‘sir.’ He was used to calling others ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’, not the other way around. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. ”Ah, please refer to me as Hall, ma’am,” the kid corrected the woman without an ounce of disrespect. The foreign weight of the term ‘sir’ he felt once he was referred to with, had outweighed the undoubtedly polite context it was used under.

The military occupation and social status she held within The Empire unbeknownst to the young man, judging from the dress she wore instead of a full dress uniform, he was under the impression the finely dressed young woman before him was the daughter of some government official, or a high ranking officer who had brought their daughter along to attend the gala. He was under the assumption that he was to refer to her as ‘ma’am’. “Well regardless I.. should have been more careful. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” he muttered in modesty as a response; raising his glass to his lips, he turned his visage slightly away from her to try and hide the blushing of his features as she accepted his offer for a drink with a giggle.

The colorless, clean liquid burned down his throat after a short sip, leaving a very bitter aftertaste. Unused to the taste, the young man shuddered lightly as he could not stifle the rising, natural need to cough while the woman briefly made herself scarce before returning back to him. ”God…” he muttered in between the brief coughing fit. Whatever the alcoholic substance was called in his glass, this would be the last time he’d drink it.

A beer would have been muuuch much better.

"Are you okay?"

At the cautiously raised inquiry, the young man’s gaze returned back on her visage. He could see the mild concern on her beautiful features. ”Uuhmmm…” he procrastinated giving her an answer outright, taking a brief moment to ponder; he obviously was not fine, that much she, and anybody else that had a pair of eyes could perceive. He had not found the respite he needed to spend alone -just him, a pack of smokes and his thoughts- to come into terms with the things he had seen, and the deeds he had committed in battle. The very much foreign environment he currently found himself in did not help his personal endeavor, either.

He would have felt much safer inside the interior of a Cataphract right about now, that much he was certain of; the familiar interior of the tank alone would be enough to calm him down some.

”Aaah I’m just… overwhelmed, is all. I’m okay,” he said, trying to ease her worries she might have harbored within her about himself. ”To be frank with you ma’am, I am not at all sure why me, and my unit were invited to… this,” he lightly gestured at his surroundings, casting a brief glance at the men and women around them, all appropriately dressed for the occasion.

”H-how about you?” Hall asked in return, wondering how exactly was she faring through all this at the moment. He wasn’t sure to what extent she shared his sentiment about the whole occasion, but he had perceived earlier that she was a little lost here as well, similar to him.

 

[Ignacious Korvan]

Grand Moff Korvan​

Objective: For the Empire!
Location: Fortress Imperator - Bastion
Tags: Abeodan Charidot | Open

Just as Korvan had begun to walk away, it would seem as though certain creatures did not have the sense to play dead when encountering a beast of greater threat and ability.

"With all due respect; Grand Moff. Our fleet was elsewhere securing our border from maw elements while your battlegroup was off on a fishing expedition. I didn't need to be at Ilum to know that the 'finest' died because of your incompetence."

"It is unsurprising that you are an authority on incompetence, Rear Admiral. Considering you were deployed on the 'Mawite' front, when nothing has been seen of them for the past year. I cannot think of a more ineffective assignment for a forgettable officer." Korvan's voice was cool even as his words completely dressed down the man before him. "The objectives were met against the Alliance, and our forces achieved the objective. If you had taken the time to read the debriefings, you would know the fleet was spaced out according to the engineering corps' recommendations, and yet the superweapon surpassed those measures due to an unforeseen technical overload in the firing mechanism. A failure that cost the lives of thousands of Imperial servicemen; a fact I have carried with me ever since that day."

Korvan's tone grew a touch somber at his last words, allowing for a pause amongst those who, at this point, were likely overhearing the exchange. "I therefore did what i had to do to secure victory for the Empire, and to honor the sacrifices of those who died prematurely. We fired on the planet, due to a massive construct that was butchering our men in the thousands. And our shot was successful at eliminating the threat with minimal casualties. Not incompetence, Rear Admiral - victory, in every sense of the word. Despite extreme odds that I carry responsibility for nonetheless."

The Grand Moff took a step closer to the three. "Perhaps you should familiarize yourself more with the facts before engaging in gross insubordination, Rear Admiral De'Gura." A predatory smile returned to Korvan's lips. Whatever delusion De'Gura may have had about his station and any potential "protection" would soon vanish, for Moff Vethras would be as powerless to stop Korvan from doing what was about to happen next as a Rear Admiral was to a Grand Admiral - which coincidentally, was also the case here.

"You are hereby served with the charge of gross insubordination against a superior officer in light of these established matters of record, and in the presence of all these witnesses - I do not expect the charges to be disproved." He craned his head to Admiral Charidot and continued: "Admiral - De'Gura is to be immediately placed on indefinite leave of his command within the 400th Taalmsha and remanded into Military Police custody until the proceedings have been concluded and sentence has been passed. I suggest you begin looking for a replacement." He kept his gaze with the Admiral for several moments, then locked eyes with the Rear Admiral again. "Is there anything further anyone wishes to say?"

He certainly hoped so.

 

[Kelinna Tryn]

R E A P E R
THE EMPIRE
FORTRESS IMPERATOR | RAVELIN
SCAR CLOCKING IN: Hal Vaiken | Katja Javik | Kav Canthar | Margo Liaeris | Leto Karazyn
OTHER TAGS: Ruaridh Aodh | Aschwin Vethres | Open

CHASING ECHOES​

"Not a particularly good run; although I did manage to scar the spawn of Vice-Chancellor Pryce."

The sharpshooter heard the reticence in his voice. Did the talks around the barracks from the Troopers that had been in the area, not have the full scoop then? But there was at least some good news.
"Hope he carries that scar for a long time. Though death would have been better. " she said with a smirk before downing her drink and motioning for the bartender to get her another.

As the new tumbler arrived, she listened to Ruaridh as he spoke.

"Lately? Surviving an insurgent uprising on Sycorax IV that wiped out every other Imperial on the planet, only to be deployed to pissy little border disputes and skirmishes,"

Lily raised a brow as she gave a bemused smile at his words.
"All in service of the Empire, after all, isn't it, Sir?" she remarked politely yet a pointed undertone was there, before leaning closer toward him, lowering her voice to his ears only. "Careful, Lieutenant. The Bureau has ears everywhere. I'd hate to have to be called in for another execution of a good soldier." she told him. She had, after all, put a bullet in her own father's head by order of the Bureau for saying less. Hal could yell at her later for uttering such words after his warning to the squad on the Death's Head.

Speaking of Hal and the squad...

Her eyes caught sight of Margo approaching them from the crowd.

"Beg your pardon, sirs - Sergeant Stevens, our CO wants to speak with us. He said it was pretty urgent."

After spending so much time with Stalker in the field, the Reaper had gotten good at seeing the expressions on her squadmate's face that others wouldn't. The message on it said plainly - play along, woman.
"I swear he can read our minds." Lily said before she downed her whiskey, before putting the empty tumbler on the bar. "Please excuse me, Sirs. When the CO calls, best not put him in a mood by dawdling." she said politely before nodding at Margo. "Let's get to it then." she said before joining her comrade into the crowd.

"Thanks for that, Liaeris. Nice spotting." she said in a low voice as they moved. Just then, her cobalt eyes caught sight of Katja with a frown on her face at the corner of the bar next to none other than the squad junkie Phantom as well as what seemed to be the legendary Colonel of the 908th.
"Up for a demo mission, Stalker?" she quipped, before she changed direction toward their squad medic.

"You look like you're going to deck him, Javik. Need a breather?"

 

[Abeodan Tyiskore Charidot]

Rear Admiral De'Gura gazed back as Ignacious Korvan returned to them to respond to his provocation exactly like he wanted him to do. Inserting his hand into his pocket to grab a smoke and withdrawing a holdout blaster pistol that was disguised as a cigarra packet. Listening to the man's words for just a brief moment before pointing the box directly at him.

"I only have one word to say; Ignacious Korvan. Goodbye from the Alliance." As De'Gura transformed into a Clawdite underneath his imperial uniform. Clicking the trigger and firing a few rounds from the hold out blaster pistol directly aimed to assassinate him for the deaths on Ilum that the alliance suffered.

A single round from a blaster pistol shot him square in the chest; a bolt fired from Admiral Charidot. As the clawdite slumped to the floor dead.

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Admiral Charidot had just returned from speaking with Hall Mannarra and had seen the interaction between Rear Admiral Mil De'Gura and the Grand Moff Ignacious Korvan . It would appear that the Rear Admiral had said a few choice words which caused the Grand Moff to respond with hostility. He was just about to respond when De'Gura transformed into a Clawdite and attempted to assassinate him in cold blood.

He had managed to just withdraw his blaster pistol to shoot the man dead; but he had managed to fire a few bolts at the grand moff. Moving to make sure that the intruder was dead. "Are you alright; Grand Moff." Charidot said in apparent concern. As the security within the room dragged the corpse away from the pair.

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[Ignacious Korvan]

Grand Moff Korvan​

Objective: For the Empire!
Location: Fortress Imperator - Bastion
Tags: Abeodan Charidot | Open

The expression on Korvan's face was a mixture of thinly veiled satisfaction and a non-verbal challenge for the Rear Admiral to dig himself into a far deeper hole. Despite himself, Ignacious certainly... did not mind flexing his muscles when necessary. A character flaw to be sure, and one that would probably make plenty of enemies in the Imperial Court. No one would have expected such a thing to happen so suddenly however...

At first, Korvan's muscles tensed at the presence of a holdout pistol, only to lessen slightly as the Rear Admiral lit a cigarra held between his lips. But there was something about the man's tone that brought back the feeling of tension like a freight hauler.

"I only have one word to say; Ignacious Korvan."

As the blaster was leveled, Ignacious eyes grew wide - his hands reaching behind him as if in a half-protective half-surprised manner.

"...Goodbye from the Alliance."

Blaster shots rang out from the barrel, impacting into the Grand Moff dead center. As if in slow motion, Ignacious Korvan keeled backward - his body crashing onto a table behind him. Smoke billowed from his chest, and his vision grew blurry whilst his ears rang violently. The followup shots from Admiral Charidot were muffled and drowned out by the screams and yells around him.

He blinked rapidly, as if in shock from what had just transpired. When the Admiral knelt down at the Grand Moff's side, Korvan tilted his head over and tried as best he could to clear his mind and assess what had happened. He wasn't immediately dead, so he knew the situation wasn't hopeless... yet.

He skimmed his hand over the shots in his torso, feeling the burn marks smouldering the Armor/Thermal weave underlay within his uniform. He winced in pain, but it would seem as though the security measure had done its job in preventing his instant death. He wasn't out of the woods yet of course, for the stinging pain in his chest indicated the shots were not completely ineffective. Instead, he placed a hand on the Admiral's chest, and said:

"Th-thank... you... Admiral..." He grimaced in pain, hoping by the emperor that a medic or some doctor was in the crowd. He could feel his senses fading, and his pulse quickening as the reality of the situation began to settle in.

He had been shot.

He tried to get up, but immediately fell back to the ground amidst the debris.

"URGH!" He exclaimed, his hands instinctively clutching his chest from the pain.

This wasn't good. Not good...

At all.

 

[FN-999]

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Location: Fortress Imperator
Interacting With: Castor E-196 | Katja Javik | Leto Karazyn | Orik Dakari | Abeodan Charidot | Ignacious Korvan | Open

A flurry of gunshots brought an immediate end to FN-999's rare moment of bliss.
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Immediately, his helmet was back on his head, his pistol in his hands and held at his hips. The colonel swiveled to face the source of the gunshots, realizing with horror that Grand Moff Ignacious Korvan had been shot and now lay bleeding on the ground. Another being lay dead closeby, one which FN-999 did not immediately recognize. Upon closer inspection, however, his horror doubled.

The assassin was a changeling.

In an instant, FN-999's brain went into emergency management procedure, all his surroundings forgotten.

[[All Reborn reserves, this is Nines.]] called FN-999 through his helmet comms array. [[I need two platoons of reinforcements at Fortress Imperator immediately. A changeling assassin has made an attempt on Grand Moff Korvan's life, and there may be others in the crowd. Secure high-ranking and important officials in case other changelings are among the crowd. Cordon off every entrance and exit until it is confirmed that there are no other agents. Bring a medic squad for the Grand Moff.]]

At the same time, FN-999 sprang towards the wounded Grand Moff and the naval officer by his side, who himself had shot the changeling dead.

"Admiral, do you know if there are any other hostile agents nearby?" asked the colonel. "The 908th establishing a cordon around the fortress as we speak, and we'd like to make sure no one slips through."

"In the meantime, I'll stay here to ensure your safety. I'm Colonel FN-999, let me know if you need anything."

Within minutes, dozens of fully armed and armored stormtroopers rushed into the fort, securing exits and rushing to guard key figures. A pair ran up to FN-999, a message in tow.

"Colonel, the medics will be here in a few minutes. They had to pack their gear."

"Understood, thank you."

Now, all he could do was hope they made it fast enough.​

 

[Antonio Borgias]

Location: Fortress Imperator - Bastion
Objective: Meet with family
Tags: Pietro Demici Tish Cowen Enzo Demici Cosimo Demici

The trip from Epica had been uneventful, as expected, his fast Diplomatic shuttle had sped across Galactic Alliance Space and crossed into the Empire the day before and now he was here, and running late, typical. His brother Pietro Demici was already in attendence and at least a couple of their large family was likely to attend. He hadn't seen most of his neices and nephews for a long time, that was his shame, to focused on his life on Epica and tending to his flock there. He wore a black shirt and trousers combination and had the symbol for Ashla along with the emblem of Epica hanging from the golden chain around his neck. He saw his brother ahead and picked up the pace to approach him. His wife, Evangelina Borgais, was with him and muttered under her breath, something about him not going anywhere.

"Pietro! It is wonderful to see you" He put his arms around his brother, "Cosimo, Raina, Enzo, how have you all been? It's been too long, for which I must take the blame." Evangelina shook her head and rolled her eyes before kissing Pietro on the cheek and lightly hugging him. "You're brother is very excited to see you all, we are sorry we are a little late, but you know how it is with those late night calls from worried parishioners." she had a soft Epican accent which sounded almost musical and gave nothing away of the fact she was the first daughter of a powerful patriarch on her homeworld, and that suited her fine, she was a good woman and would prefer people treat her so.

"Don't those new shuttles go?" Antonio laughed, "I suppose we have that Enzar woman to thank for that? I didn't think it was possible to get her so quickly, but here we are. Is it just family coming from Ession today or is Draellix here? Eva has a bottle of something for the Prime Minister, you know how she likes her fine wines." The Borgais vineyard made very good quality wine and his wife always insisted on bringing bottles of the stuff as gifts.
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[Zorah Fel]

Bastion
Fortress Imperator
Imperial Gala - “The New Decree”

"You bet, ma'am," Kav said as he offered a cheers with his glass, though remained to his own personal space, and noted the odd choice of drink from the other. "Malt milkshake? Not something a bar hears ordered everyday, I'd guess."

"They will get used to it," Zorah replied. If her father had his way, the Imperial Palace would become their permanent home. She wondered- did Kav call her ma'am because of etiquette, or because he didn't know who she was? The Emperor's ghost hadn't known either; her own kin hadn't even recognized her. The visions he'd shown her- memories of his battle against Darth Prazutis- percolated through her mind. She grit her teeth unknowingly, and had to focus to loosen the tightness of her jaw.

"Just to clarify, I understand this is a formal event, lots of brass handin' out pins and stripes," Kav said as he set his beer down and watched the bartender make the milkshake. Curious, really, but to each their own. "But when someone wanders over to the bar, basically right away? There's probably a reason..."

Kav raised his eyebrows.

"You interested in some bar talk, ma'am, shootin' the chuta? Or is that too informal?"

Her whole life was a formal event, from the moment Jorus proved incapable of being what he needed to be. "I'm not interested in bar talk," she began, not really knowing what 'bar talk' was- she'd never been to a bar, "and yes, that is too informal. But...I'll listen, if you want to talk."

She was curious. Curious about war, curious about the life of a soldier; curious about what Jorus might face in the trenches, as a trooper of the 501st. The bartender turned and handed her the shake. Darth Malted Milkshakes were her one indulgence, a carry-over from her childhood. She took a long sip, savoring it in her quiet, solemn way.

"My name is Zorah," she offered, well-aware that she was not a great conversationalist. "Zorah Fel. Tell me about Task Force-"

The very distinct report of blaster shots rang out over the hall.

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[Nukth Kelga'an]

Sons of the Empire
To the Empire!​

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THE EMPIRE
THIRD SECTOR DEFENCE FORCES
First Anaxsi Free Brigade -- Second TodHusars Regiment
'Banshee' Company​

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- IV -
BERZINGUE FROM ANAXES
Ravelin Break -- Part. I​

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Interacting with: N/A
— 877, Fortress Imperator, Ravelin, Bastion

Bastion...

Nukth couldn't clearly remember the last time he came on Bastion, in the heart of the former New Imperial Order. He thought this happened ten or so years ago, before the beginning of the Second Great Hyperspace War. Standing in front of the stairs that led to Fortress Imperator, the Sieur was smoking a last cigarette before entering the building and joining the rest of the guests that had been called to this reception held by the Lord-Regent himself. Apparently, promotions and medals were about to be distributed, but all that was only rumours spread within the Imperial Armed Forces. Nothing to care, according to the Anaxsi Captain. He inhaled the last puff of tobacco smoke and then fixed the look of his collar with his hands to ensure he wouldn't be taken for a simple bureaucrat who didn't know the Army's habits and customs.

With a couple of slow steps, he climbed the stairs and quickly reached the fortress' hall. The room was as busy as he had thought it to be, disconcerted at all when he saw all those people. He rested there for a few seconds, his gaze navigating from one person to another, in case he would recognise someone, but no one stuck in his mind. Anyway, he walked towards the bar, where were members of SCAR Squadron that Nukth couldn't recognise without their armour. He hailed the bartender and asked « A Tevraki Whiskey! » over the crowd's noises.

As he started to drink his beverage, he clearly heard the sound of a blaster firing, and then two more, before the crowd started to scream in the surroundings. He looked for the one who had been wounded by the shots and found Ignacious Korvan suffering from the stomach. An Admiral stood right next to him, while there was a Clawdite lying on his back, apparently dead. It seemed that the Admiral had protected Korvan, but unfortunately too late. Nukth stood from his chair and put his hand on the blaster pistol clipped on his belt; if there was a murderer there, he was ready to bet that other ones were standing in the crowd and that they had to stop them.

The moment he saw Nines -- whom he took time to recognise -- he noticed the arrival of Stormtroopers within the fortress, here to arrest any people that could be a murderer. Damn bureaucrats... And their damn parties...! he thought in silence.​

 

[Abeodan Tyiskore Charidot]

Charidot watched with a grim look on his face as Ignacious Korvan seemed down for the count. He clutched the hand of the Grand Moff as he placed it upon his chest for just a brief moment and thanked him for the rescue. "Save your strength; Grand Moff. You have to pull through for the empire's sake" He said with a quiet whisper towards him. Watching with him attempt to get up before collapsing once again. The loud sound of footsteps alerted him to another person walking towards their direction. He almost pulled the trigger in reflex incase it was another assassin trying to finish the job.

Instead he pulled away from the trigger once spotting FN-999 moving over. "I'm not quite sure; Commander FN-999. We suspected De'Gura as a GA Asset but had no proof to confirm this theory until now." Charidot answered honestly towards him. The Inspectorate had sent a letter of request to the Imperial Security Bureau to launch an investigation into Rear Admiral De'Gura. But the request hadn't gotten through to them as of yet.

Commander Cylo French was maneuvering behind the Admiral to protect his flank; but without Charidot knowing withdrew a knife from his pocket. "I'm afraid, Commander FN-999 that you've already failed to protect him." French explained in a quite sinister manner...

"What do you mean; Frenc.."

Charidot began to say until the harsh reality of a knife digging into his back brought him to the floor as well.

Blood gushing from his wound into the floor of the hall. French had little time to make sure that the Admiral of the 400th Fleet was dead like the Alliance wanted. But slumped to the floor as the suicide pill he had been holding underneath his tongue had killed him in an instant. ​

 

[Melvain Braxis]

Adera Vellas | Marcus Bastion | Kanollic II Vethres

"Glory"
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Decree? What decree was she talking about? Luckily for him, he didn't have to answer. The sound of a blaster rang out, shots going wild from somewhere in the crowd. Melvain cursed and snapped into action, letting the Force guide his hand. Both of his lightsabers were lit, their white glow a symbol of his loyalty to the Empire. One stray bolt headed for Adera sizzled against his lightsaber. He didn't know where he was throwing but he trusted his instincts and threw his second lightsaber. It screened through the air to catch a second stray bolt from striking Tish Cowen before he pulled it back over the crowd in a wide arc and into his open palm.

"Behind me Moffs," he said calmly. It looked as if the assassin was handled, but there could be more. He was ready.

 

[Aschwin Vethres]

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Aschwin Cassirer Vethres
Imperial Knight Templar
Heir of House Vethres
Shield of Bal Talmshaa
Commander of the 293rd

Location: Fortress Imperator ; Revelin
Direct Tags: Ruaridh Aodh ; Lily Stevens
Equipment:
Addlehorn Armor
Curved Lightsaber
Light Shield
Post Number:
Three

He brought the drink towards his lips for just a brief moment and smiled when Ruaridh Aodh said that he drank faster than a Galidranni Navy Ensign. "You think so? I hear that they drink several bottles in under a minute." He replied with in a friendly manner; the incident on Ilum was long gone by now drowned out by the booze within his system. Leaning back on the chair for just a time to enjoy the company he found himself in.

He moved on when Lily Stevens mentioned that the spawn of Pyrce would carry the scar with him forever.

"And death shall soon find him; I can assure you"

Aschwin said in a short reply; picking up another bottle to drink.

Aschwin had seen his father Kanollic II Vethres arrive and join the other moffs in attendance. He was about to head over and greet him but figured that interrupting their conversation wasn't exactly a smart move to do. He listened with interest as Aodh explained that the STRIDER Company had survived an insurgent uprising. His gaze was drawn to Margo Liaeris when she moved in on the conversation and requested that Lily Stevens accompany her to the CO.

Watching her leave their company until the sound of blaster bolts rang true.

Moving up from his seat and igniting his lightsaber as stormtroopers rushed to secure the building. He moved forward through the crowd to protect his father alongside Melvain Braxis . Arriving within a short peroid of time.

"Father are you alright."

Aschwin asked with concern towards Kanollic II Vethres

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[Marcus Bastion]

Tag: Kanollic II Vethres || Adera Vellas || Melvain Braxis || Sabe Aner

"On that topic, what are your opinions on the decree, Moffs Braxis and Vethres?"

Bastion winced at the direct manor at which the question was asked. Alas it was typical of Moff Vellas, she was as forthright about her opinions here and now as she had been at the meeting. Still Bastion was curious to hear what their opinions were on the subject. Bastion had a tendency to seek allies and find weakness depending on which would be the most useful

"I heard that the meeting itself was rather one sided in favor of crushing the chiss population. I certainly wished I could have been there to voice my concerns regarding the proposal.

"There were those of us who tried to mitigate a more moderate approach" Moff Bastion tried to enter into the conversation softly. Protesting that not all had been.

"In my honest opinion on the matter; Moff Vellas. The Decree would only empower the chiss to fight to the last man to protect their homes. Instead of absolute hatred for the Brotherhood of the Maw who annihilated their homes they would redirect that hate towards the Empire. The Tarkinist Administration is making the same mistakes as the Ancient Galactic Empire which cost them dominion of the galaxy. By purposely enacting decree's that will spawn an even greater rebellion. Such a thing that we don't need at this time with our war against the Galactic Empire unfolding"

"I admit the decree was an extreme response, I would have preferred a more tactical solution but that doesn't mean it was unwarranted or even unnecessary" Moff Bastion offered his own thoughts on the matter "It may be that I may be able to help oversee the more practical elements of the Chiss redistribution and I can assure you cruelty for cruelty's sake has never been-

Bastion cut himself off as he heard a commotion across the floor.

Arrested for treason! What madness-

Bastion didn't even finish the thought before blaster fire split the air. Bastions training, experience and instinct took over he tackled the closest person he could grab and dove for cover. Bastion cursed his own laziness as he had not thought a threat here at the heart of the Empire there would be any threat.

Bastion took a moment to see whom he had grabbed. Sabe Aner

"Pardon me Madame"

"Behind me Moffs," he said calmly

"Indeed Sir Knight" Bastion took the wise advice.

 

[Kanollic II Vethres]

Kanollic II Vethres
Chief Inspector
Patriarch of House Vethres
Moff of Bal Talmshaa

Location: Fortress Imperator ; Revelin
Direct Tags: Aschwin Vethres ; Marcus Bastion ; Adera Vellas ; Melvain Braxis ; Sabe Aner
Post Number:
THREE

"Of coruse Moff Bastion. The Decree was necessary for the time being but we should work to find a more practical solution to the Chiss. One that would not have us tie up resources when we are still in the opening stages of full conflict with the Alliance." Kanollic II replied understanding the viewpoints of Marcus Bastion in regards to the decree. It was civil debate like this that he enjoyed the most instead of the constant backstabbing and infighting that has brought empire's low in the past. He had heard of the commotion behind him in the form of Rear Admiral De'Gura and the Grand Moff Korvan going back and forth. But the sound blaster bolts made him wince and move to hide behind some form of cover. Even though he was perfectly able with a blaster pistol to fight back.

He moved behind Melvain Braxis for the time being until the voice of his son Aschwin Vethres wafted into his ears. "I'm alright; Son. But the other moffs need additional protection." He replied calmly although was a bit shaken up by the blatant assassination attempt within an Imperial Fortress of all places. Leaning on his cane to provide support for his elderly body while still having a few drops in his glass to drink from for the time being.

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[Katja Javik]

THE EMPIRE
SCAR SQUAD
FORTRESS IMPERATOR
Marcus Bastion | Ignacious Korvan | FN-999 | Castor E-196 | Lily Stevens | Kav Canthar | Leto Karazyn | Margo Liaeris | Hal Vaiken

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Upon hearing the familiar voice of one of the squadmates she hadn't yet had the pleasure of greeting this evening, she couldn't help but feel a small sense of relief. Immediately after finishing the final shot and slamming the glass onto the bar, she replied without hesitation. "Yes." She responded before turning to face Lily and Margo with a look that could kill.

It seemed the breather she would be getting would be different to what any of them intended as the sound of a shot ringing out quickly snapped her to attention, even in her not totally-alert state.

She searched for the source of the sound and upon seeing bodies slumped on the floor, she instinctively rushed towards him, elbowing people in the side and pushing shoulders apart if they didn't take the hint to move out of the way as she dodged between them as best she could. "Lily, on me!" She called over her shoulder, snatching a shawl from around the shoulders of one of the women she passed.

Kneeling down beside the Grand Moff, she offered a reassurance. "It's alright, sir. I'm a medic." She told him before handing the shawl to Lily to place over the Admiral's wound. "I'm sure you don't need me to tell you to apply pressure, Reaper." She told her companion; the situation reminiscent to that of what they experienced on missions so she inadvertently referred to her by her alias.

With nothing else to use, she placed her gloved hands firmly over the Grand Moff's wound to stem the flow of blood. "Stay down. You'll be ok." She offered further reassurance as she moved one hand into her pocket to retrieve a small vial of a coagulant which she administered with a needle, followed by bacta, hoping both would do the bare minimum of keeping him alive until someone with more extensive medical equipment arrived.

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[Margo Liaeris]

STALKER

Objective: To the Empire!
Location: Bastion - Fortress Imperator
Tags: Hal Vaiken | Kriegan Tavlar | Castor E-196 | Lily Stevens | Leto Karazyn | Katja Javik | Kav Canthar | Ruaridh Aodh | Aschwin Vethres | FN-999

Like a Ghost

A wry grin lined Margo's face at Lily's words. "All in a days work. I'm beginning to wonder what you would do without me." As the pair proceeded to the aid of Katja, Margo liberated a flute of champagne from a serving droid's platter, sipping its contents as they closed the distance. Lily greeted Kat with a nonchalant air, and the three women exchanged banter for a moment, only for the levity to be shattered by the sound of blaster fire. Pandemonium ensued, with a cacophony of screams, yells, and boots rushing to and fro echoing throughout the reception hall.

Colonel FN-999 was among the first to spring into action, relaying orders to his forces to secure the Fortress and the VIPs in the reception hall. In the brief span of time following the Colonel rushing up to the Grand Moff's side, who lay writhing on the floor; another assailant snuck up to the Admiral who knelt at Korvan's side, stabbing the officer on the back. Margo's sidearm cleared its holster and leveled itself at the second assassin just as he crushed a suicide capsule in his teeth, and fell to the deck with foam pooling around his lips. Margo was quick to close the distance and fire a shot in between the former "Commander's" eyes.

Katja and Lily rushed to the aid of the Grand Moff and Admiral, which left Margo to set about establishing a long overdue perimeter around the assembled men. Her her gaze drifted to Kav and Phantom, then met with Kriegan and Castor. "SCAR squadron, establish a perimeter!"

Margo held her blaster at the ready as she scanned the crowd - her expression brokering no argument as she indicated for everyone to get back. She sidled up to the Colonel, and said:
"We've got your back sir."

 

[Kelinna Tryn]

R E A P E R
THE EMPIRE
FORTRESS IMPERATOR | RAVELIN
SCAR CLOCKING IN: Hal Vaiken | Katja Javik | Kav Canthar | Margo Liaeris | Leto Karazyn | Kriegan Tavlar | Castor E-196
OTHER TAGS: Ignacious Korvan | Abeodan Charidot | FN-999

KINGS NEVER DIE​

Spectre looked like she was going to murder someone.

A woman after her own heart. Hopefully settling her into the squad would go quicker than it did with Stalker. Of course - Lily did not have to deck Margo because of something she said, unlike Katja.

But before any of them could get a breather, shots rang out throughout the hall.

To SCAR's credit, everyone jumped into action. But before the Reaper could draw her sidearm, Spectre's call rang out to her as they jumped to action.

"Lily, on me!"

Without question or frown, Lily jumped into action - long conditioned to situations like this, despite being formal. In something like this, the medic of the squad took command. In the meantime, Margo rallied the rest of the squad as only she could in the absence of Hal or Lily.

Rushing after Spectre, shoving patrons out of the way - high rank or not - they reached the scene of what happened. Grand Moff Ignacious Korvan was on the ground with the group of Moffs he was with crowded around.

But Stalker would take care of them swiftly alongside the Colonel of the 908th.

Before Katja's suggestion rang out at her, Lily was on her knees, grabbing the shawl from the Spectre's hands to stem whatever fluids decided to get through the cauterised wound, basic Spec Ops training kicking in. In the meantime, Katja was administering what medication she could.
"Colonel - would your men be able to evac to hospital if need be?" she hollered out at FN-999 without looking at him.

Just then, fate took a turn for the worst as the Admiral that was nearby got stabbed by another assailaint.
"SCAR! GRAB HIM!" she ordered the rest of SCAR, lifting one hand from the pressure to motion over to the Commander that had just drew back from the Admiral. She could not dare leave Katja at this moment.

"Spectre - get the Admiral - I got this."

 

[Ignacious Korvan]

Grand Moff Korvan​

Objective: For the Empire!
Location: Fortress Imperator - Bastion
Tags: Abeodan Charidot | Katja Javik | Lily Stevens | FN-999 | Open

More gunshots echoed through the chamber, with several other figures rushing up to his side in the moments following the attack. Admiral Charidot said something to the Grand Moff, only for his words to be cut off by another assailant behind him.

"N-No... don't..." Korvan said weakly, but to no avail. The Admiral slumped to the ground next to him, with Korvan feeling all the more helpless and imperiled with each passing moment. It was only when the medic Katja approached alongside another woman belonging to SCAR squadron that Ignacious' pulse seemed to recede, if only briefly. The coagulant injection and sensation of the Bacta began to wash over him, restoring a scant amount of his vigor. But the pain from the burns remained constant and ever present despite the ministrations of the medic.

As the remainder of SCAR established a perimeter around him, the medic team called for by Colonel FN-999 arrived promptly, and began assisting Katja with their more robust supplies for both Korvan and Charidot. Gloved hands unbuttoned the upper half of Korvan's tunic, diverging from the normal practice of cutting any obstructive fabric due to the presence of armorweave. After exposing the affected area, the trauma to the skin had thusly been laid bare. Second-degree burns pockmarked his chest, with blood seeping through the heavily damaged skin. The head medic directed his comments to the Grand Moff, but spoke loud enough for the rest of those assembled to hear: "You'll be alright sir. Thanks to the quick actions of Master Sergeant Javik here, you avoided succumbing to shock and potentially deteriorating into a dangerous level of low blood circulation. But we'll get you patched up and into med bay for a full examination and sign off before you know it."

Slowly, Korvan nodded. "So it would... appear as though I do not have any life-threatening injuries, then?" His voice was low and deliberate. Although it would seem he had emerged from the worst of it (his uniform not being quite as lucky), Korvan still felt sluggish and weak from the strain.

"Correct; you'll survive sir, although I would--"

"Good, thank you - all of you..." Korvan interjected, giving all those gathered around him a firm nod. "I will stay for the remainder of the ceremony then. We cannot permit the actions of terrorists to dictate when we can or cannot recognize our brothers and sisters for their heroics."

The Grand Moff extended his hands for those around him to assist him up. The medic In question spoke hesitantly: "Your Excellency, with respect; I must insist that you accompany me to sick bay for a full medical check--"

"Your insistence has been noted, as well as your assistance. For all of you." Korvan's gaze met each person in turn, from Katja, Lily, Nines - everyone. "But I'm afraid it is I who must insist. However... I would not be opposed to Sergeants Javik and... Stevens, yes? - accompanying me on the dais?" His tone was questioning, and surprisingly carried the tone of a request rather than an order.

"I'm sure they're both more than qualified to monitor my vitals during the commencement of the event. You may also remain if you wish. It would seem as though Admiral Charidot could use your services." With an expression indicating he was done with the subject, the Grand Moff would be bandaged up and gingerly helped to his feet. One of his aides would approach, helping him redo the buttons on his uniform. His eyes would meet with one figure in particular - the Lord Regent himself, nodding in acknowledgement to the legend of a man.

 

[FN-999]

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Location: Fortress Imperator
Interacting With: Abeodan Charidot | Ignacious Korvan | Lily Stevens | Margo Liaeris | Open

"I'm not quite sure; Commander FN-999. We suspected De'Gura as a GA Asset but had no proof to confirm this theory until now."

"Alliance?" replied FN-999, concern entering his voice. "Then he's likely not alone."​

Commander Cylo French was maneuvering behind the Admiral to protect his flank; but without Charidot knowing withdrew a knife from his pocket. "I'm afraid, Commander FN-999 that you've already failed to protect him." French explained in a quite sinister manner...

Definitely not alone.
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The colonel swung around again, pistol loaded and aimed in an instant, only to be met by a knife in the admiral's back and foam emerging from the mouth of his assailant, who lay lifeless.

Margo held her blaster at the ready as she scanned the crowd - her expression brokering no argument as she indicated for everyone to get back. She sidled up to the Colonel, and said:
"We've got your back sir."

Only the young woman's SCAR insignia kept FN-999 from locking her in a chokehold. As it seemed, she had arrived as the admiral was being attacked, along with another trooper and the SCAR combat medic who was currently treating the Grand Moff.

"Colonel - would your men be able to evac to hospital if need be?" she hollered out at [IMG alt="FN-999"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/11/11449.jpg?1615253576[/IMG] FN-999 without looking at him.

"Yes, as soon as they arrive." replied FN-999 automatically.

He had seen the group among the SCAR revelers earlier, and he had a fairly strong sense that they were not foreign agents.

The same could not be said for the two privates behind him.

FN-999 felt their presence in his peripheral vision, an ominous shadow approaching fast. Just minutes ago, they had appeared to be blacked out in the bar, but they must have taken some sort of drug to reverse the effects of the alcohol. Immediately, FN-999 surmised their intent.

He had half a second to react.

"Get down!" ordered FN-999.

"If you had given us one more bottle, perhaps you would've been safe."

At that moment, both "privates" pulled out pistols from their uniform belts and opened fire on the colonel's back.

The pair fired again and again, their third and fourth shots piercing FN-999's armor and sending him tumbling to the ground as searing pain coursed through his spine. As he lay motionless on the ground, the pair turned their attention to the SCAR troopers nearby, aiming to eliminate their last opposition.

That wasn't happening any time soon.

With a broad sweep of his leg, FN-999 sprung back to life, both of the "privates" tumbling to the ground next to him.

All three of them got up at the same time, weapons drawn. FN-999 swung to the right, evading the first blast and slamming his fist into the closest private's elbow joint hard enough to shatter the bone, his pistol flying out of his hand. While the private writhed in agony, FN-999 drew his fist back and wrapped it around his pistol, using it as an improvised steel knuckle. A second powerful blow landed directly on the man's forehead, shattering bones and instantly knocking him unconscious.

While FN-999 and the first agent had gotten too close to each other for the other agent to keep shooting, she instead pulled out a poison-tipped knife and thrust it towards the neck gap in FN-999's armor from his left. However, compared to the twenty-five year old veteran, the agent's movements were sluggish and predictable.

The colonel's left hand caught the agent's wrist, stalling the knife centimeters from his neck. He then swung his entire body into a punch with his right hand while simultaneously releasing his left hand, the resulting impact shattering ribs and sending woman and knife alike flying two meters away. Only once she fell limp to the floor was FN-999 satisfied.

"Colonel, would you like some medical attention for your back?" asked a medic, part of the team that had finally arrived.

His back hurt like hell, but FN-999 had been through worse.

"Not right now." groaned FN-999, tensing in pain. "The Admiral and Grand Moff need it more than I do. I'll be fine."

The trooper hesitated, clearly concerned about the two bloody holes in his commander's back, its plate of armor torn up. But he knew better to disobey the man who had survived Dosuun. The medics returned to their other patients, and FN-999 reached for his personal medkit, grabbing a stim shot.

"I've been through worse." muttered FN-999 to himself as he injected the shot into his back.

Suddenly, his comms array acted up.

[Nines, this is Bigfoot. We've swept the perimeter and we've confirmed that no other foreign agents are present in the fortress. We will continue to cordon for safety purposes.]

[Good.]
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