Storms Above | The Sovereignty

[Varik Ice]

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[SIZE=11pt]Senatory Hall[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Eadu, Wild Space[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Local Time: 11:48am[/SIZE]

Varik wondered how it had come to this. How had he even got here? As he stared out the window towards the pouring rain and storm outside, he thought of home. Of the reflective glaciers and snowy nights. None of that was important now. The Sovereignty was what mattered.

As he turned back, he stared at the milling people in the large hall, Senators talking with potential trade partners, local representatives and regular people most of all. Anyone was permitted, even if security was tight. His eyes looked towards one of the guards in his yellow and black armour, standing to attention near the room’s doorway. Looking above him, he glanced up at a clock on the wall. It was happening now, then.

They’d kept things quiet, but things were never going to be as stable as was hoped. Right now, hold-outs across Eadu were gearing up for a potential attack in the next week, not aware that the Sovereignty already knew, or that there were forces on the way to every base. Casualties should be minimized. Or, at least he hoped so.

On top of that, Draxites had begun moving into the system, one of their pirate fleets.They thought this planet was an easy target, that they would be able to take what they wanted and leave without incident. It was odd for Varik, to put his faith in others like this. But he had it in his soldiers walking into enemy strongholds, in the Navy moving to meet the hardened pirates in the vast, cold space above.

More than anything, he had faith in his people. They trusted him to protect them, to make sure their lives were safe, free and had the liberties they expected. Something in him said that as long as he held up his end of the bargain, they would do the exact same.

As Varik began to join the Senators, making some handshakes and small conversation, something he was getting the hang of, he began to dread having to make this speech. He wasn’t good at speeches. He would rather be out with his men, and assign one of them to do this. But if there was one thing he would certainly never put them through, it was public speaking.

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[member="DT-2417"] [member="Zedd Harkor"] [member="Therran Graush"] [member="Roella Arwyn"] [member="Lavidean Dramath"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Kaira Ignis"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Arador Kahn"] @Ahdaka

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[Roella Arwyn]

Eadu
En route to enemy base

Roella of the House Arwyn was no stranger to the idea of battle. She had been in one, on Nibelungen, with the Shrouded Republic, and the Ancient Eye. She had killed, for the first time in her life. Seven Sisters only knew the amount of blood on the other's hands, but for the first time in her nineteen years of life, she had taken a life. It was not as harrowing as she had thought it might be.

And now she found herself on another world, fighting a different war. She had left Talravin to find glory. It would seem she would be receiving more of it today. Inside of her, she could feel a certain level of excitement at the prospect. The blood on her hands was as of yet sparse, but part of her wished for more. It was un-princess like.

These thoughts ran through her mind as she stood atop a ridge in the darkness of Eadu, rain pelting her unprotected face. Her deep red hair flowed in the violent winds as it was soaked with rain, but she needed to see ahead. The local forces were holed up in their base. They believed themselves to be safe. They were wrong. For Roella of the House Arwyn, heir to the throne of the Talravani Queendom, was leading a platoon of Sovereignty forces, along with her personal guard, to crush this bastion of resistance. Rebellion could not be allowed in the new world they wished to build.

Behind her, Katja Bluebird stared straight ahead, holding the sheath for Thorne. Thorne, the family sword of House Arwyn. A length of pure songsteel, forged thousands of years ago. Her guard stood silent, waiting for her princess to give her an order. Roella took more moments to look through the canyon ahead, then grunted, stepping down off of the large rock.

"Katja, I believe we are ready."

"I agree, Your Grace."

Roella took a hold of the sword's hilt, the songsteel barbs embedded into the hilt of the blade digging into her skin, piercing, drawing her blood. She grunted, but gave no other reaction. Every time an Arwyn grasped the blade, it was a sacrifice, everyone knew that. She was prepared to sacrifice everything for glory.

"Tell the men to move forward, quietly. We want the element of surprise on our side."

Katja nodded, and moved to do just that. Roella looked back, face twisted into a small smile. On this day, she would carve her name into the stars, to be forever known: Roella of the House Arwyn.

[member="Varik Ice"]

 

[Zef Halo]

SENATORY HALL
EADU

Opportunity.

Here in this nightmare of a world. Hard to believe, many would laugh at the mere suggestion. Yet Kalo Drexler certainly did not fit in the category of many. Both a metaphysical and physical vision brought him here. The rise of another political power, this time in Wild Space, revealed a niche for Kalo to exploit.

He arrived here with that particular intent.

Kalo's judging eyes deliberately fell upon who he could only recognize as the Sovereign. Younger than initially expected but the owner of Draxler Group was certainly not surprised.

Ambition was not measured by age and he knew that perfectly well.

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[member="Varik Ice"]​

 

[Nilia Saavilin]

Eadu, Senatory Hall, 11:54 am

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The gladhanding had begun to be tiresome, but the rather placid smile fixed onto Nilia's face didn't betray those inner thoughts. With every tradesman, civilian and soldier she shook hands with and greeted politely, she knew it had real implications beyond giving someone a warm smile at what amounted to a glorified dinner party.

Somewhere among the throngs of people were friends, family, and those who sought to undermine them. Shaking her head slightly and hiding the souring expression that had started to grow, Nilia bowed her head politely to the couple she had been speaking to-- Dull people, to be honest, and she couldn't bring herself to listen to their problems at the moment --and began to move through the crowds once more, hopefully to find someone more interesting to chat with. Occasionally her eyes wandered to the violent storm raging outside the confines of the building, and up to the galaxy above. Where their navy was fighting off scourges seeking to raid their planet.

May there be no mercy to those seeking to destroy us.

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[member="Varik Ice"] [member="Kalo Draxler"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Senate Hall, Eadu, Bheriz Sector, Wild Space​

Tag: [member="Varik Ice"]​

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No friends, no enemies. Only allies and adversaries.​

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Regardless of time everything remained the same. The people, the politics, the war and the death. Nothing changed in some eight-hundred years. It was merely who was dying and for what insignificant reason. Times like these were profitable, however, especially for someone of his talents and wide renown. Ties to the Galactic Empire had been subsided, not cut entirely. It wasn't at every whim or promise of credits in which his helmet would show. Being exclusive can be harmful to a career, and so he broadened his horizons.

The Sovereignty was new, fresh and spearheaded by a familiar face. Though he didn't offer his services upon good-faith, no such thing was even plausible. Instead Fett was hired by the young High Sovereign: Varik Ice. They were not friends, in fact they meant nothing to each other except for tools to be used. The Mandalorian was a hammer to Ice, and to Fett, Ice was an endless pit of a pocket. However, right now Fett wasn't a hammer but instead a display of reach.

Despite the fact that Mandalorians ran rampant across the galaxy in armour much like Fett's own, his set was unique. Be it the colouring, side cloak, scratches, dents, scuffs or more. He was identifiable in a crowd. The silent demeanour and ambiguity adding to the mysterious figure that laid claim to such a title to be the very best in the business. The truth here bred arrogance, but he remained grounded to an extent.

From behind the T-Shaped Visor disinterested eyes watched a crowd from up-high. Atop a balcony overlooking the hall, still, he was out of the way and mostly out of sight. Bounty Hunting was a misunderstood business, one of just righteousness so easily corruptible. Though where as others hadn't, Koda lasted, and here he was.

 

[Malok]

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Rumors.

In most circumstances, it was not wise to put faith in whispers. However, the current climate of the Galaxy encouraged the Sith to lend an ear to these tidings. Fringe reports arrived from his Acolytes - word of a supposed departure from the Imperial regime. Although details were few and far between, there was evidence enough to suggest that Eadu would be the site of a groundbreaking. What's more, a single piece of information motivated Darth Metus to eagerly make the journey. It mattered not the distance or the time, for knowing that she stood among them was enough to investigate. Personally.

Beforehand their arrival had been announced and cleared. And now the Vicelord's Entourage entered into the Senatory Hall. This day, the Sith did his best not to appear as a foreign Warlord intent on derailing the proceedings of the stormy day. As such, the majority of his personal guard stayed upon the ship, save for two Magnaguards and his Apprentices, [member="Akabane Jarvik"], [member="Srina Talon"], and [member="Er'in Tenel"]. Personally, Darth Metus also left the majority of his arms aboard, electing only to have his lightsaber hanging from his belt. His Apprentices had been instructed to do the same.

Sulfuric eyes danced from face to face, attempting to recognize the one responsible for his presence.

No...no....There! Haste gripped him as he promptly navigated the mass of sharply dressed patrons. He bumped here and uttered the word "pardon" there - all until he came within arm's reach of [member="Nilia Saavilin"]. "So the reports are true..." he breathed, unable to prevent the beginnings of a smile to form upon his face. "You really are here...Helping with all of this." His hand raised, indicating the gathering around them.

"Catch me up on all of this - How did you get here specifically?"

[member="Varik Ice"]

 

[Flavia Protanus]

Eadu, Senatory Hall, 11:54 am

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Within the halls filled with people, the lone Glaucus stood with her painting set all spread out among herself but in no way was it in a state of disarray or chaos. Every part of the set had its place, its purpose and the artist knew this all too well. As she peeked past the propped up canvas and began preparing the colors she would need to begin creating her rendition of the events that were going to be unfolding before her within a matter of minutes, she took a deep breath. In truth, most of her work had been small-scale and behind closed doors, painting up the topics she found the most interesting at the time. It wasn't that she found the event she had been commissioned to create artwork, as a matter of fact she was excited, being the scribe of a new chapter of her homeworld's history and thus combining both her craft and her hobby and getting paid for her talent; in every sense this job was almost perfect for her.

What was the problem? The problem was the people. The sheer volume that had gathered for the speech from the recently crowned High Sovereign, Varik Ice, the one who had commissioned Flavia in the first place. Senators, trade partners and local representatives meddled and melded in with the crowds of common folk, creating a mass swarm of people beneath her feet. A positive about her craft was her ability to negotiate a placement of her that allowed her to get a good view on the proceedings, away from the hustle and bustle of the event below. From her place on the balcony she had exactly the view she needed to make a proper rendition. She prepared her brushes and began to lay out the groundwork; utilizing various browns and dark colors of the furniture within the hall itself, carefully replicating the detail of the polished and finely made wooden and cloth seating and the main senator table that sat at some distance away from the seating. Windows were added, the reflection of bleak sunlight beaming off the polish of the wood, giving that contrast of the dark with the light.

She waited for the speech to begin as she knew that the crowds would settle down and get into a position where movement would settle and she'd be able to paint both them and the man who had called this entire thing together giving his speech. All she had to do was wait.

 

[Nilia Saavilin]

Eadu, Senatory Hall, 11:56 am

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Pausing in her wandering through the crowds at the sound of a familiar voice, those worrisome, nagging and above all irritated thoughts were whisked away as Nilia turned her head and instantly grinned. The sunny expression across her face was a sharp contrast to the gloomy weather of this wretched planet, "Uncle! I- I wasn't expecting you here, tonight." She gave a gracious bow of her head, meeting his gaze easily afterward, and with clear endearment in her dark eyes, "You certainly arrived without my notice, or I'd have greeted you sooner! Well, um... It's a bit of a long story, to be honest, but I'm a senator of the Sovereignty. I figured you of all people would be aware of that, with your vast contacts. And..."

Turning her head and scanning the crowds, she eventually would pick out the face of [member="Varik Ice"], nodding her head to him, "He was recently crowned our leader, High Sovereign. And in about, say, 4 minutes, he'll be delivering what I hope is quite the inspirational speech, which is why we've all gathered here today. But what brings you here? This seems out of your way, no? I hope you haven't taken time out of your schedules on my account..."

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[member="Flavia Protanus"], [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Aryn Teth]

Lavidean Dramath

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Senate Hall, Eadu, Bheriz Sector, Wild Space​

Interacting With: [member='Varik Ice']​

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Space stretched out before Lavidean as he stood in his observatory deep within the bowls of Eadu's Senate Hall. The facility was not the only one of its kind, but it was the only one the High Sovereign knew, or would know of. It was Lavidean's place of comfort, where he could see into the visions that clouded his mind, and out far beyond the rim of the galaxy, to far greater threats than the Senators celebrating and plotting to take Lavidean's position. Greater than the Draxites and their pirate fleets, far greater even than the wars which covered the galaxy in a blanket of death, than the growing arsenals of super weapons and fleets. No, it was a danger far greater than all those things, and all those things combined, it was a danger that few others in the galaxy could even fathom the existence of. And it was why he was here. The sovereignty was a stepping stone, but an important one. When Lavidean had found the High Sovereign many months ago, he had told Varik of the great future he'd seen, of the Draxites brought to heel, and the rise of an immense and sprawling Empire.

One where he held power, one where Lavidean could continue his work.

Lavidean did not doubt there had been talk among the senators of where the Archon might have been, but many among them knew well enough that the Enigmatic government leader did not reveal himself until his time to arrive had absolutely come. Much due to Lavidean's own machinations, myths and rumours about the Archon had spread through the senate halls of Eadu, and with how little the Archon himself met with senators or appeared in public outside of truly important events, some of the lesser senators had near-deified the Archon, others had grown reckless, and plotted against the government leader. That had never worked in their long-term interests. "Archon."

The voice drew Lavidean from his meditation, the older male slowly turning his head over his shoulder to meet his aide, normally the man knew never to interrupt the Sith Lord whilst in his observatory, but it seemed the time had come. No word was uttered from the Archon's lips as he turned and began to walk out, watching the aide rush out ahead of him. As Lavidean stepped into the turbolift, he was carried up to the main hall of the senate building with haste, stepping out of the lift itself as he began to part the crowd naturally, no Senator or guest daring to stand in his way as he walked, hands clasped behind his back up towards the stage as the High Sovereign began his speak.

 

[Varik Ice]

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Varik Ice​

Equipment: Lightsaber ​

Location: Senatory Hall​

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Senatory Hall
Noon

Varik felt eyes slowly turning towards him on all ends of the room. There were probably those who were just patriots, those who were here from curiosity, and those who simply smelled opportunity. He wondered which of those were more likely to be critical of him after this speech. Ice could sense some more strength in the force around him, but he couldn't tell from where in the crowd, exactly. Though the Magnaguard that he spied farther down gave him a clue. The Sovereign heard the announcement from one of the Senators on-stage that his speech was to begin, and he instinctively grabbed a glass of wine from the table. Downing it in one go, he placed the glass down and managed to look dignified wiping his mouth before he made his way up to the podium.

He took a moment to glance amongst the crowd, still with a pretty flat look upon his face. "I'm not good at these, so let's make this as painless as possible." That elicited a small laugh from some, though he wasn't kidding. He'd noticed that many in the Sovereignty seemed to be that way. They assumed his deadpan tone was part of some joke, one that he didn't really get. He realized this was important, though. Far from here, soldiers and navymen were sacrificing for this.

"I've been told a lot that I'm a gracious ruler. That I've granted these rights, freedoms and protections unto all of you." On the other side of the planet, soldiers charged from a transport, rain smattering against the top of their helmet as the storm billowed their capes. "I'm here to tell you that's not true. I've done no such thing." In the Senatory Hall there was confusion, and all the while firefights began breaking out on various areas of the planet.

"You have granted it unto yourselves. It is you who enlists to protect this Sovereignty. You who have chose to uphold personal liberties, freedom and loyalty as the ideals that we stand for." A trooper's service weapon cracked down onto the face of a militiaman near a cavernous mountain range. "You are every hero that stands against the darkness and dangers of the space we live in. You are the Senate-" In the system above, Draxites roared and clicked, some expressing confusion as there seemed to be something big on the way to them. "You are the Archon, you are every governor." A group of militiamen had their weapons pointed at the blast door to their base, only to hear the clink below and see the sight of a thermal detonator at their feet.

"You are every clerk and every loyal citizen that performs a civic duty to his Sovereignty. I am not your ruler, your totalitarian despot. I am simply the man you've chosen to point the direction. It's all of you that moves us forward." The situation that was happening everywhere across the planet and above it, soldiers led by brave men and women to protect what they believe in. It all crossed Varik's mind as he tried to find the words. "There's not much in my life that's excited me. For once, I am. I'm excited to see a united people push us all forward, and I'll do my best to live up to the standards you've all set." Varik just stepped away from the podium and off the stage, and he could swear he heard clapping in the room.

The Sovereign quickly moved to the table again and grabbed another glass of wine, downing this one faster than the last. Usually he wouldn't - dulls the senses. However, he needed a distinct lack of sensee to get up there and do that again, and he had no doubt he would have to on other occasions.

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[member="DT-2417"] [member="Zedd Harkor"] [member="Kalo Draxler"] @Roella Arywn [member="Lavidean Dramath"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Kaira Ignis"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Arador Kahn"] [member="Ahdaka"] [member="Akabane Jarvik"]

 

[Aryn Teth]

Lavidean Dramath

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Senate Hall, Eadu, Bheriz Sector, Wild Space​

Interacting With: [member='Varik Ice']​

Lavidean listened and watched in silence as Varik made his speech. A few boot-licking senators leaned close and made mild comments in the hope of easing some relaxed comment back from the Archon, but no expression crossed the man's face as he stood there, listening. He had worked long and hard laying the foundations for what would eventually become this, and watching the new Sovereign as he made his speech only confirmed to Lavidean that his striving had not been in vain. He had forseen everything proceeding exactly in this manner and he had ensured that it would meet such an end, from the man of the hour right down to the lowest boot-licker in the crowd, all of them would strive and dream to reach the heights that Varik urged them to, to be what he said they were.

He was certain almost anyone in the crowd listening to the speech would have believed each and every word that came from the Sovereign's lips, but there were some words that he knew even the most asinine and foolish of senators would know was untrue. "You are the Archon." If there was any one set of words that could draw anything close to a smile from the Sith Lord, that was it. Lavidean had worked hard to ensure that Varik sat upon the throne, but he had worked harder to put himself in an unshakable position. In his mind, there was no Archon before him, and once his plans were complete, there would be no other Archon after.

As Ice left the stage, he heard the applause from the crowd and turned towards the stairs leading up to the stage. As his feet climbed the steps the clapping rapidly faded, and as the Seer walked slowly towards the same podium Ice had stood at before, a silence crossed the room. They had loved Varik, they trusted in the man and believed he could lead them to new heights. Varik was what they aspired to. Lavidean on the other hand, they feared him, and he had worked hard to make it so.

Keeping his hands clasped firmly behind his back, Lavidean looked out over the crowd. He did not bother with a microphone, as he spoke, his voice carried out, echoing and reverberating across the entire senate hall, as though it echoed within the minds of those who stood there, as if his words were their own thoughts.

"Each and every member of this Sovereignty is strong, but you have not yet taken hold of your full potential. Until then, you shall always be pawns of fate, never it's master." Varik had been there to inspire, but Lavidean was there to push things along. "The future is not a river to carry us. It is the ocean in which we drown, if we are not prepared." The silence continued, his brief pause allowing the reality of his words to sink into the minds of those who watched. "This Sovereignty has only one possible destiny, you will all take hold of your potential, we will clear the scum from this sector of the galaxy, and rise to remake the galaxy. Let this day be only a taste of that victory." With the slight up-turn in his tone, people finally began to speak, and as Lavidean turned to leave the stage, cheers and applause began. The seeds were sowed.

 

[Roella Arwyn]

Eadu
Outside the Enemy Base

One of the advantages of fighting on Eadu was the rain. It masked movement, made it hard to see. It worked both ways, but Roella of the House Arwyn did not need to see details. The walls of the base she was assaulting were stark in the darkness, and the platoon she was leading had little difficulty in locating it.

Roella could feel the barbs along Thorne's hilt digging into her skin as she hid behind a rock outcropping with her guard Katja, and two soldiers. Ahead of them, her other guard Gabriella and an engineer were attaching explosives to the wall of the garrison. They had the element of surprise on their side, and though they were outnumbered, she hoped it would give them the edge they needed.

One of her pale hands was closed around Thorne's hilt, sheathed on her back. The other, closed around the handle of her golden shield, held at her side. Rain pelted on her armor, and her face and hair. Her normally deep red hair was an even darker crimson from the moisture. She could feel the excitement growing within her. Upon this day, Roella would earn much glory.

Gabriella and the engineer crept back from the wall, to crouch behind the rocks with her princess.

"The explosives are ready, my lady."

Roella nodded, and her hand tightened around the hilt of her sword, barbs digging into her skin, blood leaking from her fist.

"Blow the wall, Gabriella. For glory. For Talravin. For the Sovereignty."

The wall went up in a flash of light and fire, chunks of metal raining down around them. For a moment, just a brief second, everyone could see through the rain and thunder with clear clarity. But then that moment was over, and darkness reigned once more.

Roella drew Thorne from its sheathe, the songsteel blade scraping against the metal of its scabbard. She leapt from behind the rock, raising the blade into the air, pointed at the gap in the garrison wall.

"Forward! For the Sovereign!"

The cry was echoed by the men and women of her platoon, and the rainy air came alive with blaster fire as Roella dashed forward, shield and sword at the ready. She entered the garrison, quickly glancing around her. Most of the militia was still dazed, getting to their feet. One lay near her, on one knee, his helmet knocked off of his head. Roella swung Thorne, and the man's head rolled. She spared him no further thought, raising her shield as she moved to take cover behind one of the buildings in the garrison as the Sovereignty men streamed in.

Now was the time for glory, for war, for honor. Now, was the time for blood.

[member="Varik Ice"]

 

[Zef Halo]

SENATORY HALL
EADU

The vibe of honesty the Sovereign seemed to posses took him by surprise. As much as scripted the words could've sounded, Kalo couldn't find it a drop of deception within it. A believer? An idealist? Those usually parted away from positions of power quite quickly, how long before a new Sovereign would rise?

Upon the end of the applause the Sovereign received, a new figure made his way on the podium. The Archon. A stark contrast between the previous speech taker. Questions filled Kalo's head, questions he sought their answers fiercely. Answers that would lead him higher and higher upon this ladder of ascendancy he so passionately climbed.

All in due time.

The moment the Archon opened his mouth, Draxler grimaced. The words uttered had a greater effect than normal, the feeling of control and urgency behind them. Subtle, the signs of a very capable master, but Kalo couldn't help but notice it.

The Force.

Deliberate or unaware of his gift? The subtlety of it could either hint a master or a rare, untapped talent.

But certainty was not established. Draxler knew well not to jump on conclusions too fast.

With the speech of the Archon ending and receiving applaud, the CEO of Draxler Group made his way through the people towards the Sovereign himself. He was no boot licker but he was not one who waited for opportunity.

He created one.

Kalo calmly neared the Sovereign's table, his signature smile on his face as he slightly bowed his torso in respect to the monarch

"Kalo Draxler of Draxler Group, Sovereign." The CEO spoke with confidence and went directly to the point. "I've not the capabilities to help you win your wars against the scum terrorizing this side of the galaxy but I have the capabilities to build your nation."

"Only if given the chance."

Whatever the answer, Draxler's goal was more of to make an appearance to the Supreme Authority of the Sovereign.

[member="Varik Ice"]​

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Senate Hall - Near [member="Darth Metus"] & [member="Nilia Saavilin"]
Affiliation: CIS
Additional Tags: [member="Varik Ice"] | [member="Akabane Jarvik"] | [member="Er'in Tenel"]


The first thing Srina noticed about Eadu was the scent of fresh rain. It wasn’t as if they were subject to some sort of malestrom, blowing away in storm, but she could still recognize it in the air. The journey to the Senate Hall had been uneventful, to say the least. The pale-skinned Echani moved with inherent grace, a ghostly beauty, walking in silence alongside her Master. She had been rather quiet throughout traveling on the Ferocity, despite the situation they were walking into, and had spent her time reading the reports from other Dark Acolytes.

The upset described by the detailed notations was intriguing. The warrior in her remained skeptical and she pragmatically detailed all of the possible outcomes of this summit. From the chance of it being a trap to the possibility of new allies—the flaxen-haired woman simply couldn’t decide. There were obvious missing details. Names, affiliates, co-conspirators…

Srina didn’t like the lack of intel. Rumors and whispers were not considered solid leads. They lacked proof and substance. But Darth Metus seemed determined to see this through. As per usual, she would trust his judgment, and obeyed without complaint.

To that end, she kept her eyes open and her mouth shut. The Echani apprentice was clad as simply as her Master’s attendant droids would allow. They seemed rather agitated for her reluctance to allow them to dress her like a doll, but for special events that required tact and beauty, she gave in. The slender woman preferred her armor over finery any day but none who lay eyes to her could say that the apprentice wore it poorly. She was a vision, clothed pristinely in form-fitting ivory silks and veiled lace. The long hem of the dress was embroidered with delicate organza flowers and swept the floor when she moved. Her cloak was in contrast, dark in color, with her lightsaber resting securely in a deep pocket.

Aside from that, her only other weapon was a silver ring on her finger. Her Master would know it, but no one else would understand the significance. Defensively, she wore a bracelet from the Mandragora on her wrist. The strap was black leather with a plain emblem and it served as a personal shield.

The small woman orbited around her Master, as usual, and didn’t miss a beat when he abruptly began to weave through the crowd. She was akin to a planet rotating helplessly around a much larger star. It simply was; nothing would stop it. Metus seemed to make decent work of the crowd, bumping into this and that, whereas Srina never touched anything at all. Her presence passing was little more than a gentle breeze.

Darth Metus began speaking to a woman Srina was not familiar with and she, in turn, surveyed their surroundings. It seemed just like any other political event. What she wouldn’t give, to be anywhere, but here.

It was then that she felt a familiar presence, and she stilled, silver eyes flickering through the crowd. It was a chill that she recognized first, followed by a familiar countenance taking the stage, one that caused her heart to still. Varik Ice. As he spoke Srina absorbed the information like a sponge. How quickly things had changed. From the man who had casually followed her into an alleyway to a leader and a King? A Soverign? He’d told her stories before…But this was one she couldn’t wait to hear.

When he finished his speech Srina offered the polite clapping that most of the room fell prone to. There was general excitement, a hum in the air, and another man spoke, however, he did not use the microphone. He amplified his voice like the Sith Lord, Jairus Stavald, had done while hunting her through Coruscant. Srina inwardly cringed, even though this man was hardly doing the same thing, and endured it until it stopped. He was less open than Varik had been, offering warnings, painted with varying shades of encouragement. Srina wasn’t sure what to think, yet.

Instead, she mentally reached out to Varik, who had immediately found the wine. She could only imagine, from their talks, how he felt about public speaking. ‘Congratulations, my friend, though I’m afraid you’ll need to explain the rules to me… How should I address you now? Shall it be your Majesty?’

Varik would feel the humor in her, brushing against the edges of his mind, trying to make him feel more comfortable. Anyone that drank wine that fast was in dire need of some levity. Or a sedative.

‘Either way…My advice is to slow down and breathe. This night will be long and you will need your every faculty.’

 

[Zedd Harkor]

Supreme Admiral Zedd Harkor​

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Location: Eadu System​

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Objective: Intercept and Destroy the Draxite Pirate Fleet​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WVFB261TjgY​

Bellowing with newfound national pride, the newly-assorted Sovereign Navy inched forward through the great expanse of space and time.

Although the size of the fleet didn't compare to that of a major galactic power, it was still sizable, with an assortment of nonstandard-issue series of cruisers, frigates, and corvettes. Although it would've been safe to assume that a pirate fleet would be no match for the combined strength of capable technology and willing men and women, information was an invaluable asset. Beforehand, the veteran naval officer had been sure to perform aerospacial reconnaissance with the use of orbiting military stations above Eadu, along with the use of tracing hyperspace drives to indicate the size of the pirate fleet vessels to conclude the strength of their opposition. The pirate fleet possessed one vessel roughly the size of a frigate - the flag ship - if there was such a concept for lawless pirates, three corvettes, and the rest were presumably starfighters equipped with hyperdrives to facilitate their vagrant nature.

Although the Sovereign Navy could've been equipped a vessel with an interdiction device, simply annihilating the Draxite Fleet in it's entirety was not it's intent. No. A show of force of was in order. To demonstrate the strength of the Sovereignty. To send them cowering for their lives - in complete disarray - if they so wished. The point was to spread a message. The point was to rally the planets behind the Sovereignty. To bring stability, to bring order to the nearby Wild Space planets. To play the propaganda game - a particular game that Zedd Harkor knew especially well. Their orders were to search-and-destroy this pirate fleet, to shoot-to-kill, and to send any of the Draxites that had a brain, fleeing to the nearby systems.

It wasn't long before the Draxite Fleet came into view on the sensors from behind one of the gas giants in the Eadu System. Even from a distance, it was apparent that there was no specific model of any of the ships. They were salvaged, stolen starships were the highest quality kind of ship in the pirate's flotilla.

Supreme Admiral Harkor stood at the bridge, his fleet tucked behind the aforementioned gas giant, sitting in an ambush, to meet their less civilized enemies.

With a piercing gaze as the Draxite fleet came nigh completely perpendicular from the Sovereign Navy, he gave an order like it were any other, in a cool, calm tone of voice;

"Fire at will."

Spoiler: OOC Disclaimer

Feel free to jump in for any boarding actions or naval conflicts of the sort.

[member="Varik Ice"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Location: Following a few meters behind [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Srina Talon"], and @Er'in Tenel.
Items: Lightsaber on belt, One informal outfit

Ugh.. for a man who appreciated nature, it was strange that he disliked rain. Actually, maybe that wasn't so odd considering he harnessed air rather than water. Akabane felt like wind was superior in a way. Not in power but usefulness. His family created many techniques over time, and he had access to most of them. Which may be a reason for that feeling towards wind. Perhaps that would change in the future though, he only knew few force powers. There was still a lot to learn.

Akabane matched the pace of those in front of him, hands in his coat pockets. For this event he cleaned himself up for the sake of his master. He was clean-shaven and wore one of his various overcoats. A coat is a coat but he picked one that could be deemed appropriate, even for an event like this.

The purpose for their travel to Eadu was unknown to him. Most likely because his mind was somewhere else during the briefing. Remembering wouldn't be necessary because they entered the senatory hall before long. Metus kept moving and finally stopped, starting a conversation with a woman. Moments later, a man who appeared to be a leader gave his speech. Akabane listened attentively, clapping after he finished. A drink sounded good while waiting around, his work came first however. He closed his eyes and waited patiently.

[member="Varik Ice"] | [member="Nilia Saavilin"]

 

[Varik Ice]

Varik Ice​

Equipment: Lightsaber ​

Location: Senatory Hall​

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Senatory Hall
12:02pm


Varik considered more wine, but he held back for now. He looked out to the crowd again, his eyes darting around as he felt more presences enter the Hall once he was focused; one at least felt familiar. Where were they?...Who was that coming from? He paused for a moment as he heard the words in his mind, which was odd for him. So, Srina was here. She must have felt out of place in this sort of meeting. He replied in tandem. "Address me how you like. I'll be fine, friend." Perhaps power did change. He didn't remember calling anyone by that at all before.

Ice's eyes turned to Kalo, spying him as he approached with a smile on his face. He didn't seem like a sycophant, but certainly gave the impression of someone who wanted something. When you came from somewhere that tended to prefer no words at all, you tended to pick up on certain...cues in the way people moved, and spoke. Humans were easier, but he thought he was starting to pick up on other sentients as well.

"That's an interesting offer." Varik cleared his throat, standing with a straight posture as he turned more fully to the man, tilting his head in curiosity. He could understand someone seeking opportunity. This was a new venture, after all. Who could resist investing in what many saw as a potential goldmine? And it could only help the Sovereignty, he supposed..."What would it take for you to have that chance?" He was curious as to whether or not Mister Draxler simply wanted some permissions, or an investment. He would have to see.

Spoiler

[member="Srina Talon"] [member="Kalo Draxler"] [member="Lavidean Dramath"] [member="Roella Arwyn"] [member="Nilia Saavilin"] @Flavia Patronus [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Akabane Jarvik"]

 

[Soundwave]

Arador Kahn​

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Military Base | Location​

[member="Roella Arwyn"] | Company​

Arador watched from his perch as the rain pelted his armor, crouched as his helmet filtered out the useless bits of information to highlight the environment and enemy combatants in the base below. His compatriot who was leading the raid on the base was busy getting in position. The point of this little assault was to take the unsuspecting fools by surprise, a tactic that Arador always enjoyed, though he was terrible at being subtle about it. Regardless, he was being paid quite a fair bit by the Sovereignty to make sure this little sting raid went all according to plan.

The bounty hunter would glance down from his perch on top of a watchtower that had a pair of guards as well as a manned turret sweeping the perimeter. A guard would pause and stand still right under where Arador loomed as he scanned the area. A moment would pass as the guard slowly moved on, Arador dropped down silently onto the platform, the two guards with their backs turned to him. It was time to get to work and be quick before the guards from their elevated perch could have a chance to inflict as much damage as they could to the raiding party.

Arador snuck up behind one as he swiftly sent his cybernetic left arm directly into the back of the man's neck, cracking through vertebrae as it shattered and caused the guard to crumple like a rock. The sound of the rain drowned out the sound of the man's body hitting the ground as he turned and sprinted towards the other guard, a metallic blade sliding out from his arm before impaling the other unsuspecting guard from behind. The maneuver wasn't all too subtle as the guard let out a pained grunt that drew the attention of the guard manning the turret emplacement who was in the process of turning to swivel the mounted gun.

Arador would raise his right arm up as his hand flicked downward, a fibercord line shooting out as it wrapped around the guard's neck, forcing him to reach and grab at his throat in an impossible attempt to pull the line away. A quick tug of his arm would send the guard flying forward to the ground away from his mounted gun, wrenching his metallic blade out from the guard he had just impaled as he began to pull and reel in the guard before planting his foot down on the guard's throat, twisting his foot and crushing the man's windpipe.

Not a moment too soon as an explosion was heard and the raiding party began to enter the base. Arador would turn as he walked to the edge of the platform. The pod mounted on his shoulder would open up as a series of micro-rockets launched and began to fire, scattering off into the air before flying towards the ground, targeting clusters of disoriented guards and sending them flying. He would push off the platform as his rocket boots began to activate, allowing to hover and slowly float towards the ground as both his guns were drawn to rain blaster and sonic bolts from above.

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[Ahdaka]

Ahdaka / Within the humid atmosphere of Eadu​

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Ahdaka was within the crowd in the Senate Hall, and surprisingly she appeared in a well made dress in a shade of black. Unlike her recent wares that were worn and aged, her appearance seemed as if it was re-done, her hair wasn't messy nor was she dirty anymore. She fit among the crowd and especially those of higher class, it was a strange feeling for her but she was willing to adjust.

The lonely woman stood by the large pillars in the hall, holding a glass as she gazed over at the stage. From there, she witnessed the man that has given her a chance to make things right for herself, step onto the stage with the flat expression on his face. She raised a slight brow, curious as to what he was going to begin with.

"I'm not good at these, so let's make this as painless as possible." And as people chuckled and laughed a bit at Varik's words. She remained silent, noticing the flat expression was still there and having an idea that maybe it wasn't a joke at all, but it was a good start from her perspective. Once the speech concluded, she raised her glass in approval as the crowd applauded Varik's words.

Then came Lavidean, who she choose to listen to their words as well and as he put his words out to the others, it made her think for a moment about what she was putting herself in. Her hesitation was cast aside, as she reminded of herself of the troubles she's dealt with before she met Varik.

Once the aged man left, that was when she shifted her attention elsewhere. Finding Varik speaking with other individuals within the hall. She'd sip what remained of her glass and kept an eye on the crowd he was with, remaining distant from the crowd.

 

[Roella Arwyn]

Eadu
Miltia Garrison

Roella of the House Arwyn jerked her head, sweeping rain-soaked hair out of her face. She was perched behind a building, a barracks, she believed. Her guards were behind her, vibroblades in hand, ready to follow their princess into battle. She was waiting the perfect moment, the perfect place to enter. The Sovereignty troops were pushing, the light from their blasters piercing the darkness brought on by the ever-present rain storm.

Now. Her time was now.

"Katja, Gabriella, follow me. In the name of Talravin, and House Arwyn!"

Her guards echoes her cry, and Roella stepped out, shield extended. A blaster bolt reflected off of the songsteel surface, and her crystal blue eyes narrowed as she moved swiftly. The Talravani had long since eschewed uncivilized weapons such as blasters, but she had found that most of the galaxy did not have the qualms of her people. She needed mobility on her side if she wished to come out of this engagement unscathed.

She did not hide behind her shield, but used it to block any bolts that managed to intersect with her zig-zag pattern. Behind her, Katja and Gabriella moved in a similar pattern. Roella managed to intersect with the enemy line, her blade swinging through the air, opening a militiamen's throat. Katja put her vibroblade through an enemy's chest, but Gabriella was felled by four blaster bolts to her chest, laying still on the rainy ground.

There was no time to mourn. Explosions sounded around her, and Roella looked up to see a man hovering. Seeing as he was targeting the militia, she assumed he was on her side. Good. She had no ranged weapons. She spared him not a further glance, moving to the next target: a woman with a small blaster rifle. Before the woman could snap off a shot at her, Roella smashed her shield into her face, feeling bones crack under the metal surface. A slash from Thorne opened her belly, and Roella kicked her away.

The element of surprise was working to their complete advantage. The militia was only now beginning to rally, and the Sovereignty was pushing them back. Good. Roella cut another down with a diagonal slash across their midsection, and held her shield up to block a bolt.

"Forward! For the Sovereign! They shall not hold for much longer!"

[member="Varik Ice"], [member="Arador Kahn"]