Dominion Stratego | Dominion of Toprawa | NIO

[IMPCOM]

EMPIRE RISING
New Imperial Order​

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OPERATION : CHIMERA COBALT
869 ABY
STRATEGO

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Coruscant was a shock to the system to all the nations signatory to the Bastion Protocols. Even if it was far from the New Imperial Order's sovereign territory, the strike bode ill for the strategic readiness of their Core-ward allies and the Bastion Protocols alliance as a whole. In immediate reaction to the event, Imperator Rurik Fel called for a wargames operation utilizing the comandeered Sith faux city 'Cresh' to better prepare the New Imperial military's ability to respond to an attack on one of its prized worlds be it Bastion, Nirauan or Muunilinst, utilizing a false Coruscant, HRDs wearing captured Sith Imperial equipment and outdated droid brain operated New Imperial and Sith Imperial vehicles and starfighters, the New Imperial military began its training exercise so that if the Maw struck deep into its territory or if the need arised, they needed to occupy certain strategic worlds in the Core or greater Galaxy, they'd be prepared.

C R E S H
OBJECTIVE I | OPERATION CHIMERA COBALT
FOCUS | ARMED FORCES, IMPERIAL KNIGHTS, SPECIAL OPERATIONS
ZONE OF OPERATION | COUNTERFEIT CITY CRESH
OPPOSING | MILITARY SIMULATION HRD DROIDS, CONVICTS, DEATH ROW INMATES AND SECOND HAND VEHICLES
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Employing the perimeters and specifications similar to what the New Imperial Order experienced on the offensive unto Bastion and Harnaidan, several Imperial military units are deployed into the counterfeit city 'Cresh', in preparation for a theoretical 'War Plan Cobalt' implementation to take and hold several strategic objectives code names as follows. -

THRONE - The false 'Senate' building.

REDOUBT - The false 'Jedi' temple.

PORTCULLIS - The false spaceport.

What happened to the Galactic Alliance will not happen to the New Imperial Order. As tensions brew in a Galaxy in turmoil, the New Imperial military will be prepared for anything. This operation is conducted at a top secret level with ultimate discretion to keep from the prying eyes of foreign powers, be they 'friendly' or adversarial.

B A S T I O N
OBJECTIVE II | THE CORE PROBLEM
FOCUS | CENTRAL GOVERNMENT, GOVERNORATES
ZONE OF OPERATION | RAVELIN, BASTION
DISCUSSING | MAW ATTACK ON CORUSCANT
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With the Imperator finally returning to Bastion and curing his wounds following the battle of Coruscant and his third encounter with the Sith'ari Darth Solipsis , he makes his first call of the Govenorates of the Realm to discuss the cataclysmic surprise attack. The Galactic Alliance was compromised from within on a scale that outmatched the Lord Halketh's own insurrection on Carlac and the response did not bode well for military successes going forward. If the Maw could strike into the Deep Core itself, the Imperator felt the same chaotic infection could swell through the Braxant Run and threaten the New Imperial Order and thus- he called his High Command and retinue of Warlords of the Realm to discuss this pressing matter.

B Y O O
OBJECTIVE III​

Whatever gets you to post, chief.

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[Gail Weller]

Sergeant Gail Weller
Ravelin, Bastion
Objective #2: The Core Problem
Tags: Open (Objective 2 Characters)

Sergeant Gail Weller and two squads of Imperial Security Force officers stood vigil over the security checkpoint at the redoubt's entrance. Gail watches to her left and right as each of her men corral the dignitaries, aristocrats, imperial assembly representatives into a pair of neat files. The guests to the facility pass through the sophisticated security scanners with their belonging placed along a conveyor belt to be scanned. Sergeant Weller stood in a prominent security kiosk at the fortress's grand staircase base behind a transparisteel partition.

Above the partition is a holographic billboard reading 'Please have your papers and chain codes ready to present to security before you step forward, remove any face coverings. Weapons are not permitted past this point.' A man approaches the transparisteel security partition. "I require you to produce your papers, sir," Gail speaks through her helmet's annunciator with calm clarity and watches the gentleman from behind her blackened visor. The pale, scrawny looking Human man reached into his overcoat. Gail spots a blaster belt fastened around his hips.

Gail instinctively snaps her right hand from her hip down toward a holstered blaster carbine on her thigh. The young and scrawny gentleman laughs. "Settle down, Miss. I'm a humble sworn officer, like yourself." Sergeant Weller's suspicion does not wane to the honeyed words. He slides the distinctive shiny badge of the Imperial Spectres beneath the Transparisteel partition and a sleet grey chain-code stick. Gail picks it up with her off-hand, slides it inside a terminal port, and reads through its biotelemetry data.

Releasing her holstered carbine's pistol grip, Gail slides the chain-code cypher and spectre badge back beneath the small gap at the base of the transparisteel partition. "Thank you, Sir. I'll have to advise you wear that badge overtly as evidence of your office and exemption from the relevant legislation preventing unauthorised persons from carrying weapons on the premises." Gail knew she couldn't compel obedience from a spectre, being exempt as a spectre but thought any reasonable and sane individual wouldn't want to get pounced on by zealous Security Officers, openly carrying weapons in plain-clothes without evidence of one's station would be a sure-fire way to get bandaged up and sent to a hospital.

Keying up her comm. "All Security Teams be advised this is Sergeant Weller. We have Spectre personnel being processed through point-security. They are carrying weapons and are exempt from the relevant weapon possession prohibitions. Do not impede their progress" Sergeant Weller looks at Schmidt again, his lips split into a charming smile and give the Security Officer a wordless dip of the head and walk away.

 

[Onansi of Thyrsus]

BASTION - MAW ATTACK OF CORUSCANT
Rurik Fel Enlil Caarlyle Rausgeber Willan Tal Arjant Clevenger Julius Haskler

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Not since Tavlar was slain had they grouped together like this.

The Imperial Assembly.

He had been transported back to Thyrsus for a time after immediate medical attention was received on Bastion. Returning to this... 'Second' home, felt odd. A new leader, one he had not yet met. But, he knew his journey.

Rurik Fel was a battlefield commander. His presence had been scarce on Bastion, even before his predecessor's slaying.

Back here, at the sight of his ascension.

There were no rumours that suggested the Alliance had suffered a blow as deadly as the New Imperials did, in the wake of the Coruscsant attack, though there had been a change of seating Chancellors, which did suggest critical injuries. Perhaps the Core was not as untouchable as they had seemed during the Third Imperial Civil War.

Too many failures had been incurred by the Bastion Accords.

First the New Imperials with their leader, and Carlac's continued existence.

The failed Silver Jedi offensive.

The 'Jewel' of the Core, ransacked.

"It is past time that this Pact of Iron and Starbirds, comes to an end," the Thyrsian Warlord started. "How much longer until the Ashlan Crusade attacks and we follow them also to failure? Our success has only come, when we have been on our own. Bastion, Helgard, Serenno-" his list came to an abrupt stop. "And where have our failures been? Lao-Mon? Coruscant surprise attacked? Ziost, where our most veteran forces were nigh decimated?"

Onansi shook his head.

"We cannot wait for this Maw threat to be destroyed. They are distracted, licking their wounds. Now is the time to take back these worlds, that were once Imperial. And once again, turn them to Iron."

 

[Noel Strasza]

H O R S E F L I E S
R E V E N A N T
IMPERIAL SPECTRE
Rurik Fel Onansi of Thyrsus Caarlyle Rausgeber
Willan Tal Enlil Arjant Clevenger Julius Haskler

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The dive into Brotherhood territory had seen her absent from Coruscant, doomed to watch the carnage through holofeed from light years away. It wasn't good for much, knowing full well she would have had the chance to avenge her fallen brothers and sisters there, had she been present. Duty had bid her elsewhere, reconnaissance, and what little good The Maw on Coruscant did, she was the only one to see. They weren't home, leaving her task force to coast through undetected, compiling a report to rival any other, which she would bring back home to deliver to The Imperator personally.

Revenant strode into the fortress, pausing to flash the badge clipped to her uniform's left lapel to the soldiers managing entry control. It was good to see that much had been implemented as she had suggested, that security was much tighter, as it should have been from the start. Unarmored, in only her Imperial steel grey and black with beret to crown it off, she was distinctively recognizable. Even still, she followed the regulations like everyone else, and though she cut the line for entry, she was double-checked for identification. The sidearm strapped to her hip was verified to be in line with what she had the authorization to carry onto the premises, and at once, she was ushered through; bypassing the metal detectors that would have all but wailed in excruciating alert at her entry. Left without escort from there, the Spectre wove through the milling bustle to access the restricted elevator at the rear of the entry hall and held her hand over the chip-reader.

Up she went, finding some relief at last, in being back home and out of the chaotic sphere The Maw ruled over. It was a scattered collection of territory most of the galaxy would not have found value in, and perhaps that's why it made the best point of operation. Not only was it distant and mostly inaccessible to those wholly unfamiliar with navigating it, but an opportunistic hyperlane was uncovered there as well. This is what had led to Coruscant.

The warmachine smoothed her beret down flat, having tucked it beneath the leather cinch of her belt, and reached upward after to soothe the agitated strands of silvering onyx from her red eyes. She gathered her report, arranging the encrypted data across her HUD properly for projected presentation. She was unsure who all would be in attendance, though it wasn't often The Imperator called everyone around the table for discussion. Rarely did anything get done when this was the case, as the petty squabbles too often got in the way of cohesive productivity. As she stepped out of the elevator and nodded toward the elite security team posted outside of the conference room door, she expelled a digitized breath.

From the sound of it, they had only just begun.

Good, she hadn't missed much.

The Spectre did what she was unfamiliar with, opening the door gently to slip within the confines of the room. She prowled around the perimeter of the table, offering a silent nod in turn to those who may have glanced in her direction, and took the empty seat to Rurik's left side.​

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[Rurik Fel]

I M P E R A T O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
SOVEREIGN IMPERATOR
THE CORE PROBLEM
Iron Skin | Lightsaber
Enlil | Willan Tal | Caarlyle Rausgeber | Noel Strasza | Julius Haskler | Onansi of Thyrsus

EMPIRE
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And so the time came to finally face down the powers-that-be of his realm. The first time in their presence since this very venue was smoldering in hell fire at Lord Halketh's betrayal and Tavlar's death. Now it was Rurik's time to take command and sail this perilous ship unto its most perilous course. He had no doubt in this mind the rules of his demesne would make that as difficult as much as they would march valiantly along side him, a league of patriots and upstarts. He only need ensure the Empire was the forefront of their interests and ambitions. For any of them to place themselves or their realms first, would mean the collapse of them all.

"You hardly speak falsehoods, Sun Guardian." Rurik remarks to Onansi of Thyrsus . He'd been considering the same parallels himself. The marriage of Empire and Alliance was one that could only last so long. Rurik knew that, Irveric knew that and Chandra knew that. The mutual interest in the destruction of the Sith Empire had faded.

"The Galactic Alliance is in crisis, it feasts on its own and carries the inability to strike outside of the Core. Ziost ended the lives of many Imperial sons and daughters in shameful defeat, we came to their aid at Coruscant and even in their triumph at Korriban, their delusional senate sought to make mockery of their war heros and put them in chains as the Queen of the Core burned. Our time of relying on the Alliance and the Jedi has met its end." Rurik admits sternly.

"There is no saying either when their false virtues will turn to anti-Imperial vitriol once the Sith threat is eradicated. The Sith threat...which I fear may be greater than the Empire we've only just bested. Several planets lie in irrepairable ruin and Coruscant was all but baldly exposed to its full onslaught. No where in the Galaxy is safe...and with our supposed 'allies' as vulnerable as they are...I believe it may come to shut the borders of Imperial space. We have the means of self sustainability to weather the storm and we can not expose our people to unprecedented attacks at the hands of the Maw or other Sith infiltrators." Rurik decides.

 

[Enlil]

Imperial Order

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"I do not believe," his voice cut through the thickened intensity of the room sharply as the Grand Vizier entered, "that you will find any opposition to your stance, Onansi." Unlike the casual, half-clothed manner in which he normally graced these meetings, Enlil wore a properly cleaned and pressed Imperial Uniform. He did not break his stride until he found his seat, to the right of what was once Tavlar's position. Next to Fel. "The civil war is all but won. The menace that once darkened our doorstep have scattered, and we face new enemies. A new conflict requires new terms of engagement, and renegotiation of who we consider worthy to be our allies. The Alliance has nothing of substance to challenge us should we present them terms of severance."

He looked over those gathered without bothering to speak on the circumstances surrounding his apparent absence. The war had claimed some of them, others it kept busy. Matters of state had suspended. This needed to end. They needed to cultivate an infrastructure that was not built solely on bloodshed and unsustainable expansion. But, to say that to the Warmongers simply drove them to contempt. Enlil opted for a different approach.

"It is not a discussion on whether we should sever ties, then, but how. I counsel against an armed approach at this time, and would suggest a diplomatic envoy be sent to broker an amicable end to relations. At the very least, to prevent an immediate border dispute." He glanced toward Onansi, taking a silent wager on how the Thyrsian would respond.

Onansi of Thyrsus | Rurik Fel​

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[Onansi of Thyrsus]

BASTION - MAW ATTACK OF CORUSCANT
Rurik Fel - Noel Strasza - Enlil
Willan Tal Caarlyle Rausgeber Julius Haskler Arjant Clevenger

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There was no surprise emanating from Onansi, after Lord Fel's agreement.

They had both tasted victory, and in the wakes of these defeats, headed by their allies no less, he would have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to not know there was blood in the water. The Firaxan Sharks were hungry, and their bellies were Iron, hardened by none other than War, Poverty, and Suffering. A reality that, all who in the wake of the Brotherhood felt.

They were of a kind, in a way.

It was only right that the Imperial 'rescued' their kin.

What did surprise him, however, was the Grand Vizier's presence. Both being in the flesh, and his apparel. Yet, his only acknowledgement was the slightest raise of his finely manicured brow, and a lean back into his chair before he paid his due in listening, and then answering.

They had rarely agreed in the past, but leading up to the late Imperator's demise, that had been coming to a change. Well, it seemed tragedy changed the lot of them.

"The Alliance in their crazed race to rescue the Chiss, have consciously made an attempt in limiting our paths - unimpeded by them - to access the Unknown Regions," he said. It only took a moment for him to drag his digits across the screen and bring up a holographic image of their galaxy's current state.

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"They have already made the first move, Grand Vizier," he went on to say. "They do not deserve warning. We owe them nothing. They slight us, and their own Jedi Champions. Let them face this Brotherhood threat on their own. They have forgotten, that we too, are within striking distance of Coruscant."

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

Post #1
OPERATION: CHIMERA COBALT
THE_WOAD
IMPAF-COMMAND

Tags: Aemilio Valaar Kolson Vrask Knight
Aridius 'TK-1575' Mav Ryburn Sephi Karneh

Well, this is karkin' awkward.... An' where's the momentum t'be found in this cushy corner o' the city then?

Surrounded by staffers and troopers alike that he'd never met before in his life, the Stormchaser felt like he was drowning in a sea of calm and security, and in the process of being unable to hide it, the others working with him would be mostly too wary to approach the Woad in this state of mind. All except for three, who nodded in his direction with general readiness to do whatever was asked of them, the latest of whom would silently beckon Lord Erskine and the other two to the map-room, holding a datapad that would contain all the intel Barran needed to make his plays as a strategist. Then, whilst the throng of staffers waited outside, the latest to make sincere eye-contact would turn on the wide holographic war-blip table and transfer data to it as soon as it powered into bright-lit life; the Lord-General remained silent, though impressed as the staffer worked in silence, knowing it wouldn't be long before the fellow finally spoke up.

'Greetings from IMPAF-Command, Lord-General. Here, 1st-Lieutenants Martin Wyll and Sellis Gorman, and myself, Captain Howard Frayne - at your service, sir.'

As the other two stood up and to attention, Frayne would wait until Wyll and Gorman were ready before leading a three-man salute, receiving nods of appreciation to the third and last from Barran before being given open handed gestures for everyone to relax; after that, Lord Erskine would lean back and nod one last time towards young Frayne, allowing the Captain (who was younger than both his subordinates) to get on with his briefing as the Lord-General's fingers interlocked behind his head to provide a nice headrest for himself. Making good use of the silence that hung in the air, young Howard would wait for the final,"TRANSFER: COMPLETE", bleep sound before beginning his presentation, inhaling long and deep before hearing the sound and drawling,'Before we begin, I must inform you that this is a live-ammunition exercise and that all opposition encountered must be treated as such.... Now we've got that out the way, let us move on to the objectives that have been issued since you arrived.', in clear, officer-trained speech.

'All the coded objectives are as follows....

The first, THRONE; the simulated senate-building for the op, expected to be struck at first, which was one of the first assumptions we made when the orders came through.

The second, REDOUBT; the simulated Jedi-temple that you'll know well enough was besieged on Coruscant as well, though we'll have to throw some of our strongest efforts at this in the knowledge that things were a tad more - eeerrmm - complicated there.

And lastly, PORTCULLIS; the simulated spaceport that has us a little befuddled, as there is much and more that we should consider going forward on this one. Gambler's odds on how hot it might get for our troopers there if they stick around, so we're hoping-'

'-I understand, Captain. An' because I was there, an' investigated afterwards, I have something particular in mind.', the Lord-General began, standing up in his pause to take a proper look at the strategic top-down of,"Cresh", city. Seeing for himself that this simulation would be as close to replicating Galactic City as could be expected of the Imperial high-bar standard, Lord Erskine would take immediate note of the fact each and every objective was secluded from the other, understanding that he would need to have all three of his subordinates keeping an eye on an objective each if he wanted to be sure he wasn't missing anything of urgent importance. Looking to the one with the scar on his nose and cheekbone, Barran growled,'Wyll, THRONE.', to which the Lieutenant jumped to his comm-unit in reply; leaving Lord Erskine in peace to continue, powering up his station as he rounded on the young Captain. 'Frayne, REDOUBT.', the Woad then commanded, self-assured he'd picked the right man for what he knew was the most-difficult task of the three, rounding on the other officer and muttering,'Sellis, you an' I can monitor PORTCULLIS the-gither.', with a kindly smirk as he checked the array they'd have at their disposal.

<"All units, this is Lord-General Barran! Specific orders here so pay attention! All the Imperial Knights operating within Cresh are being allocated to REDOUBT, further orders pending! Spec-Ops will move in on PORTCULLIS, further orders pending! An' last-but-not-least, IMPAF will be put to work from within the THRONE objective - no exceptions will be permitted either.... An' be advised, this is a live-ammunition exercise! Threat-levels will be heightened in comparison to other Imperial training-exercises, so good luck out there! Op-Sec procedures advised on approach, Lance One out!">
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[Lucina Centaris]

| OBJECTIVE II | THE CORE PROBLEM |
| ATTENDANCE |
| Enlil Onansi of Thyrsus Rurik Fel Noel Strasza Caarlyle Rausgeber Julius Haskler Arjant Clevenger Willan Tal |​

There were many great, tactical, powerful minds meeting here of their own devices. The recent applications of political games and power plays by the Galactic Alliance had been... confusing and counter productive to their mission. As it would seem, their priority of shackling the New Jedi Order to their home like a child grounded from playing with friends, was made very clear. This action was taken advantage of. It was this action that allowed for the attack upon possibly the most well known planet of a populace for literal eons.

Attacks have been performed in the past. Many have done so. However, this measure, this absolute failure upon the part of the Alliance, has required the aid of other Jedi and other allied factions to aid them against the fight with the Brotherhood of the Maw.

Their success upon Csilla was not also forgotten. Destruction of a planet on this scale was not seen for hundreds of years. A massive weapon did that. Not some deity of the Force. It was with this that the application of a friendly face to seek a council with them, to give demands so that the galactic powers that be, would not fall under the assault of such beings again. The Sith remains were scattered to the winds. Eventually they would come back. However, until then, rebuilding needed to be done. No such action would be possible without the Maw ceasing in their advance.

"I do not feel the Alliance has any bearings of the situation they have created. So heavily focused upon the Sith, and Brynadul they have been. This tunnel vision has allowed a much more potent force to arise. Relations to be cut? Yes. They are not suited to the task presented before them. Stop aid against the Brotherhood of the Maw, and the forces of powers beyond the force? No."

This was a difficult situation to navigate. While it would be simple to attack the Alliance, and safeguard what they are unable to do so, it would give a wider door for the Maw to simply dance through. The Jedi were proving how weak-willed, and submissive they are to the government that is so clearly and abhorrently wrong. It nearly pains the soul to see this in action. Scolding a child for doing what is right, even if it was done in a way that they didn't approve of.

"The Alliance may be of differing mind than our own. However, severing ties with them now, in violence or in mutualism, will potentially open a door for the Maw to further seek destruction of the Core. What is to say they strike against us? The Imperial Order did fight well, and true against the Sith. However, the Maw is a different monster. Sith sought domination, but did not seek destruction."

Turning to the Sun Guardian, a level head eyed him softly. His words of giving no quarter, no warning, and to leave them to their devices, was a fools play in an opinion.

"That is a Two-way Street. If the Maw can attack, at what could be considered the heart of the alliance, then they can reach out to our own borders. Yes the Alliance was merely sitting there as they were so rightfully deserving. However, the threat presented should be dealt with, so that we would also not fight multiple wars."

 

[Arjant Clevenger]

H I E R O P H A N T
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
BASTION
STARRING | WARLORDS | MOFFS | Rurik Fel | Onansi of Thyrsus | Enlil | Lucina Centaris | Noel Strasza

Tragedy after tragedy.

Defeat after defeat.

It all began on Csilla, causing a domino effect that led to the current events. The homeworld of the Chiss sacked and beyond salvation. The Imperial Assembly struck and their Imperator killed from the attack. Lao-Mon a devastating defeat for the Allied factions against the Maw. Now Coruscant with destruction at every corner.

What bad omen came next?

“Closing the frontier of our Empire is the first act for our national security,” the Moff of Jaemus concurred with the Man of Iron. “As for the Galactic Alliance and their incompetence, I share similar thoughts as Warlord Onansi; however, their incompetence is something we can use to undermine them. Fear will sow within the Alliance, and that will breed doubt within the Alliance. An opportunity to install Imperial cells and have them pledge fealty to us.”

“As for national security...wasn’t the grand architect of the onslaught on Coruscant a Sith disguised as a senator? We have already faced this situation at the hands of Halketh which makes me wonder if there are any infiltrators within our ranks.”

”Wouldn’t you agree...Enlil,” and his eyes glared at the King of Ketaris, his tone of voice questioning the man as it was known that Enlil could use the Force. Of course, it was an act as Enlil was an opponent to the ideals of Tarkinism whether he was a Felist or Palleonist.

 

[Kolson Vrask]

G R U N G E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
IMPERIAL MILITARY ASSISTANCE GROUP
SPECIAL OPERATIONS COMMAND | 1st GROUP | 'VANDAL' SQUAD
OPERATION CHIMERA COBALT
DECEASED Erskine Barran | Sephi Karneh | Raus Garrat

INVASION ABY
DATHOMIR
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Just as he was getting back into the grove of smoke and slaughter, he was thrust out of it in some form. Wargames. Not to say they weren't an enjoyable exercise but often, hardly could pack the punch that the real thing did. This wouldn't be too unlike the counter-ops for operation Shadowdance, as much as it was a defensive effort- Vrask's unit dropped in from orbit to take the gateway to Harnaidan and thus, they had a basis of experience to work from. In that sense, it was a good first call from the newly annointed Lord General, the Blue Heart of Galidraan III himself, Erskine Barran. 'Put the aces in their places' as the saying went in one of the officer courses he attended at Adumar's Special Warfare Academy.

<"Target is codename 'Portcullis', good amount of beef stacked up here to protect it, we're outgunned, we're outnumbered...but we're Special Forces so- honestly...I'd be kinda bummed if it was any other way."> Vrask remarked, speaking before his squad in the troop bay of his TIE/Rx Reaper. Inputing a few key strokes into the holo table before him, he pulled up a rough schematic of 'Portcullis', a City Wide spaceport.

<"But the reason its Spec Force here to do the task because, if we want any hope of landing and occupying Cresh, we need to open the gate and keep it open. Heavy infantry and armor'll do too much damage to the objective and risk the potential of leaving it unusable by our own forces and then the Knights...well, we'll leave 'em to deal with the other glowsticks."> Grunge continued, he clearly didn't mind the assignment, not one bit.

<"And so- our thermal scans show ship vacancies in hangar bays A3, B4 and E11 by our designations. E11 is the best point, closest to our angle of entry and highest up on the Port. We'll ram the Reaper right into the bay. Fire Team Besh will stay and hold, Fire Team Delta will serve as the bridge for Fire Team Aurek which'll be humping up to the control tower with me to try and force a surrender of 'Portcullis' over to the Iron Sun. Of course, it's a wargame so none of it will go to plan. Expect that. With that, we're ninety seconds out."> Grunge reminded the team with two open palm slaps unto the holotable.

Under the shroud of night, the TIE Reaper made its silent shriek. In tandem with was supposed to be the first strikes at the other two objectives, to all but signal 'go time' across the game, they'd soon be at their mark. Grunge counted his ammo one more time before reaching a hand up onto the safety railing the ran across the top of the troop bay in calm stillness amidst the Reaper's rapid approach.

 

[Julius Haskler]

B A S T I O N

OBJECTIVE II | THE CORE PROBLEM
FOCUS | CENTRAL GOVERNMENT, GOVERNORATES
ZONE OF OPERATION | RAVELIN, BASTION
DISCUSSING | MAW ATTACK ON CORUSCANT​

Tags: Rurik Fel | Enlil | Caarlyle Rausgeber | Willan Tal | Lucina Centaris | Arjant Clevenger | Onansi of Thyrsus | Marcus Bastion | Noel Strasza

How long had it been since Julius had come back to Bastion? After the negotiations in Chiss Space, the diplomat had decided to stay away from the stage and had worked his way in everyone's backs. And his new attire reflected that change in persona he tried to express.

Long gone, the garments of ornate aurodium, the ceremonial suit of an Anaxsi. He had left his traditional uniform for an Imperial one, where the only decoration was his Moff plaque. One thing did strike, though, and many could wonder what the Republic blue of the uniform meant.

In truth, he had little care for what people would think of his outfit. He was in the Assembly to make sure no one was forgetting Tarkinism in the Empire. After the death of Jaeger Harrsk and Carlyle Rausgeber's individualistic actions, it was time for someone to rise and champion an unitary vision of the Empire. He had his concerns about the Warlords of the Empire, about their ability to see the needs of the Empire before theirs. Nirauan, Galidraan, Prefsbelt, Archais, Ord Trasi… How many worlds nominally loyal to the Imperator but in truth having their own state in the state? Carlac had shown as much, and as Tavlar was dying, the fear of civil war had resurfaced in the person of Rausgeber. It was well-known that this man worked only for him and his nostalgia of the First Order. As such, he could not be trusted.

Haskler's alliance with Bastion would soon be fruitful, he thought, and maybe he would be able to extend his offer to other political families, sharing the same ideal of unity and stability. Though he had acted violently and rashly, Enlil was a potential candidate, as were some other Moffs and new Warlords. With those people aggregated around one ideal, the singular goal of serving the Emperor's will, the Empire could endure and prosper.

He had kept his mouth shut since the start of the meeting. As of his habits, he watched silently the Moffs and Warlords take place, while he was already rereading his notes and reports. While he had been on tour, the Imperial Diplomatic Corps had been diligent and had produced a vast amount of documents he had now to take into account each time he offered political advice. A simple group of diplomats and spies at the start of the war, the Corps had grown to include councilors, data analysts working closely with the Intelligence, all of these teams working to provide the most exact observation on any given situation to the diplomats.

Seated directly in front of Enlil, Julius let go of his reports as the Grand Vizier started speaking. His analysis of the situation was one of wise consideration, and his suggestions made sense. Without a word, Haskler concurred, before listening to Oligarch Clevenger's suggestions. It was his time to speak up, as the one suited to analyse diplomatic relations and offer political views on foreign states.

"Your analysis, my friends, is the right one. If I may provide more precise information, I have here the last report of the Triumvirate's state, both on a military and political level. From what I have been able to conclude, our industrial output, and he threw an acid glance towards Enlil, have dropped significantly since the end of the Sith Empire, even though other causes can explain the economical fragility of some of our worlds. However, our demographic potential has been put to a more efficient way than the Galactic Alliance's since the first clashes in the Stygian Caldera. Grand Admiral Rausgeber will provide a better analysis of their naval strategies than me, and my objective is not to provide a detailed report on the Alliance's military situation. Others will do better than me.
My point here is to compare the situation we are in to the situation we were in when the Bryn'adûl threatened our south boundaries and we were clueless as to how to act with the Silver Jedi Concord.

We don't need the Alliance to win this war, nor do we have to be frightened about going to war against them, eventually. Let them serve as a buffer state until we can land a critical blow to the Maw. However, I advise we do not rush to their help. They do not deserve it.

Finally I'd like to go back to Oligarch Clevenger's proposal. I have already been working on that subject for some time now. Many worlds have a past imperial history, and we could very well create lobbies, political parties… Here are some concrete suggestions. Grand Moff Vel'alari is one of the most prominent voices of the Imperialist party in the Senate, and her forces on Bilbringi could be shaped to fit our desires if we manage to convince her to join forces with us.
There are actions that can be undertaken on Carida, where pro-Imperial mercenary forces operate and could be persuaded to influence the planet in ways we see fit.
Anaxes is another hot bed of imperialism, and I have personal connections to this planet. I could very well try and sow dissidence to create an uprising in our favour.
And there are more planets I have not talked about… Kuat, Corulag, Corellia… all those planets have an Imperial history we could try and play on.

However, my advice is not to progress too quickly. The Maw has shown, under the orders of Sularen, quite a considerable amount of Neo-Imperials that could try and profit from our efforts to instigate imperialism in the Core. We have to move with care."

 

[Enlil]

Carpe Omnia

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He listened carefully to the words of Onansi, Clevenger, and Haskler. There were a great many considerations to take, though some of the words were envenomed. Like daggers held to his back, waiting to plunge contingent on what words he chose. He found a champion in the form of Aten, who's words were wise, as was often the case.

He did not believe that he would ever see the younger man again, a second son of their Father, and so he had never truly known what to say to the man. When he came to the New Imperial Order, Enlil half expected that the younger prince would hate him for being groomed as King once upon a time. The other took to their new way of life surprisingly well, with even more haste than Enlil. It seemed that not being King left him with more affinity for other forms of governance. That was well.

The Grand Vizier had finally composed his words for the collective, so he began.

"I would caution against conflating the bloated protectorate established by the Alliance as Cassus Belli for another war. I am certain that you believe constant conflict is lucrative for us, but allow me to echo the words of Moff Haskler for a moment. There are worlds within the New Imperial sphere that are limping in the wake of the civil war. We owe it to our people to take time to foster their growth and stability, lest we forget that our aim in seizing these territories and having them fly the Imperial standard is to vastly improve them. We are not the Maw. We do not expand our influence solely to leave whatever we touch as a husk of its former self."

Enlil placed a hand palm flat on the table.

"We have another war on our hands already, Sun Guardian," he spoke candidly. "You will not lack for enemies to rail against. In time, the Alliance will undoubtedly join those ranks without our prompting. I am not advising against the inevitable conflict nor do I harbor any delusions of averting it. I simply counsel that we prolong it as long as possible to avoid spreading our resources too thin. With time to strengthen ourselves from the inside, we will ultimately become stronger without."

His hand turned upward as he gestured at last to the Oligarch, Clevenger. "As for your assessment, mister Clevenger," Enlil's face was a sterilized deadpan, betraying nothing of whatever emotion might stir within his words. If the man came armed with weaponized words, he had chosen his opponent poorly. "The actions of an outlier are correlation, not causation. If we jump at shadows of the Sith, we will tear ourselves apart from the inside. Leave the Imperial Knights to their work, they have proven time and again to be most efficient in rooting out dangers to our Imperial Mandate. Or are you implying that the steps our Imperator have taken are lacking?" he asked, eyeing the man for several heartbeats with a hawkish gaze. The burden now fell on Clevenger to abate thoughts that he was questioning Fel himself.

The men who fashioned themselves Imperials in the old style offered plans for lobbying and subverting Alliance worlds to their cause. The delusion of Democracy had taken root deep within those member states of the Galactic Alliance, and though there was indeed a history of Imperialism on many of those worlds, they were far from fond of those memories. "You will find, however, that the grapes you seek to harvest have fouled with time, not properly kept in Imperial conditions. The people of the Alliance have tasted rebellion. They have enjoyed the belief that they are free for generations. It will not be a quick and easy task to make them acquiesce to order."

It was true, however, that there were those within the Alliance who were not fond of the wars they waged on foreign soil. The blood that was shed, or the lives that were lost had created a reaction that nearly put an end to the life of their Chancellor. It was news that could not be kept quiet. Dissension had made itself known within their "ally," and it was a major reason for Enlil's vote of no-confidence in further relations with them. "The time will come when Alliance worlds must be brought to heel, to give them proper leadership and safety, free of any threat on their lives. Imagine, living under regime where your leaders are targeted for assassination from within," he spoke now unironically.

"I want to live in an Empire where such things do not happen," he went further, now very explicitly speaking to the Tarkinists. "Rather, I am going to help create an Empire where such things do not occur."

With or without you.

Rurik Fel | Julius Haskler | Onansi of Thyrsus | Lucina Centaris | Arjant Clevenger | Marcus Bastion | Noel Strasza | Willan Tal | Caarlyle Rausgeber​

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

ACQUISITION: PART III // KOL HURO

Aiko Hayata​

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Life was returning to the factory worlds of Kol Huro.

Tithe surveyed the skyline from a restored office building, which acted as the nerve centre for the redevelopment of the seven industrial worlds. The once dead factories which blanketed the surface of each planet, abandoned by the Sith Empire in their hasty retreat, were again illuminated. Cargo shuttles and land speeders drifted between the buildings, delivering building supplies to those still under construction and retrieving goods from those back online.

The undertaking had been a mammoth effort of the Trade Federation, spearheaded by a joint venture of Liquidity Textiles and the Hayata Corporation. Trillions of credits had been poured into the project, but once the factories of Kol Huro were back up and running, the TF’s manufacturing capabilities would be almost doubled.

“My dear, I fear my visits may become less habitual,” he explained to his colleague. His ascension to Chancellor - and the increased scrutiny and security which came with it - presented a major hurdle to his extracurricular activities. Democracy was already becoming a drag on his money-making. While Gat Tambor could divert the gaze of the Imperator, even his influence had limits. Fel’s flight from Coruscant in the aftermath of the battle spoke to a cooling relationship between the two governments. It would not do for Tithe to be found within the NIO orders as they shored up their power base on nearby Toprawa.

“Output is trending above predictions across the board,” he added, handing Aiko a datapad. “Now, I understand you’ve borne witness to some new, uh, local competitors. Yes, we can’t allow them to threaten your - or the Federation’s - margins. Can you handle them?”

 

[Onansi of Thyrsus]

BASTION - MAW ATTACK OF CORUSCANT
Rurik Fel - Caarlyle Rausgeber - Arjant Clevenger - Enlil - Lucina Centaris - Noel Strasza
Julius Haskler

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First, he'd look to Aten, even after he finished speaking. Then to Clevenger, though he was quick to roll his eyes as he fumbled attempts to accuse Enlil of being a Sith.

They had not met then, but they had been in proximity of each other on Bastion when the Sith had attacked. Before Thyrsus came under the domain of the Iron Sun, when he was not but a Mercenary Captain, and Khonsu Amon held the title of Supreme Sun Guardian.

He did not fight him, but Thyrsians, Echani in general, had the innate ability to see deeper, during combat. To better understand ones enemy, and allies. It was more intimate than any conversation the warrior species could have on the vocal plane. Enlil was true, Onansi was certain of that assessment. But, he wouldn't expect this Jaemus Warlord to understand.

It was not long before the Elder Haskler spoke up.

In his culture, respect was to be given to those that came before. The Clans' Elders were of the utmost authority. But attaining the title of Sole Ruler, to be King, Onansi realized, to value his own counsel above those elderly that were out of touch with reality.

Centuries old Imperial ties were nothing to prey on. They were toxic, if not vapid of substance. Twisted likely, by delusion of democracies and and the sour taste the One Sith's own Empire had on the Core. Allies, he doubted them to be. Useful proxies? Perhaps, but that was the cowards way of waging war.

First, he'd look to Aten, then Enlil, the leading naysayers to open conflict.

"To allow the Alliance time to ready themselves against us, is foolish. Severing ties, will give them cause to turn more than wary gazes upon us. The Brotherhood is a blight on the entirety of the Galaxy, no one denies this. As was the Bryn'adul, and yet we destroyed the Sith Empire first. Our 'allies' attention is drawn away from us.

Challenging them with a surprise attack of our own, is not only the correct course of action, it is the only one, if we are discussing this at all. They will fight on two fronts, and on both, they will be ill equipped to handle.

Our borders, will remain the same, for the Alliance, conscious or not, have made to box us out of the Unknown Regions.

It is not multiple wars, we will be fighting by striking them. It is one. With two enemies, in one direction."

While the readiness of the Order was called into question as to whether it could support a new front, Onansi cared little. It was a repeated sentiment by the Grand Vizier. How many worlds had been freed in the wake of their Civil War's end? How many recruits? How many refugees wanting to free their worlds? How many inspired after the Iron Sun proudly shone above them?

Onansi need only point to the Youth of the Empire, and his case was made.

No, there was no threatening drought of resources.

Just those too gentle and unwilling to enforce their Will on the lesser.

 

[Savoh Muska]

Objective: Operation Chimera Colbalt

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Savoh pounded his captain’s chair in his vessel. Angered by the fact that he was stuck here playing war games rather than being part of the governing talks of the New Imperial Order. Savoh had alway wanted to command territory of his own, instead all he had control over was a trifecta of corvettes. The brain was displeased. Rubbing his transparisteel jar was one would rub or scratch their own head he gently tapped it. Thinking, plotting when he should be prioritizing the matter at hand.

Instead he and his trio of ships and their TIE fighters hovered over and around the aptly named “portcullis” in a mock defense of the mock spaceport. Understanding that the main event wasn’t this military exercise Savoh had basically mentally checked out from his own frustrations. Then again if he took his job a little more seriously than maybe he could get that promotion he always wanted. He understood the importance of his trio of corvettes as a scene for star fighters but still.

In all honesty The Brain had always considered becoming a pirate, or privateer at least. It’s not like he’d face much opposition, especially from his crew considering it was skeletal in nature and those that were on board were primarily droids. Most of the ship's commands and systems were directly controlled by Savoh’s autocratic brain and it’s cybernetics. But he was sure the New Imperial Order wouldn’t take kindly to him running off with millions of credits worth of military hardware.

Instead the bitter brain reluctantly partook in the war games hosted by the Imperial leadership here on Toprawa...

 

[Lucina Centaris]

| OBJECTIVE II | THE CORE PROBLEM |
| ATTENDANCE |
| Enlil Onansi of Thyrsus Rurik Fel Noel Strasza Caarlyle Rausgeber Julius Haskler Arjant Clevenger Willan Tal | Arjant Clevenger |
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A simple nod was all that was given towards the eldest of the two beings of nobility within the room. Specifically, nobility, as all the others within were individuals who sought to create not just political gain, but personal gain within the actions of the Imperial Order. It wasn't for the betterment of people, the populace that they wanted. It was still very much a fight they would never end for them. It was clear with the Sun Guardian that he wished to bring an end to the Alliance. Today, he woke up choosing violence. Self evident.

However, the information brought forth by an older individual, who I had yet to formally meet along with many others within the room, was valuable indeed. It was clear that the Alliance had amased problems they could not handle. Being attacked from within, and manipulated. On a personal level, I wished to give condolences to those lost in the attacks. Those who were victims of the system, and could not be freed of what was enslaving them to the Alliance. Even the Jedi had been brought to heel.

"The Alliance will not be prepared enough. They chain and enslave the Jedi who have been grounded like a scolded child. Opening up their temple doors will not be easy, nor will the Jedi readily accept the possible apology of their government. They have been deceived, and submissive. This New Jedi Order has already been brought down and will never fully heal. Where was their Champion of the Sword? Where were their Great Masters who could fight as an entire battalion? They were withheld."

The Sun Guardian was so focused on attacking, smelling blood in the water as it were. While an attack now would be beneficial, it would not mark the NIO as only attacking the Alliance, but also any and all who they are tied too. The Silver Jedi were so closely tied to them, as a Big Brother. A Galactic Power that has stayed alive for many years before the New Imperial Order was even conceived. To ignore that would be detrimental to the Imperial Orders survival.

"Striking the New Jedi Order, the Maw has gained many enemies. The Confederacy, The Alliance, The Silver Jedi, Even the Ashlan Crusaders! That is the multiple wars we would face. The chance for an attack from the Silver Jedi, and Ashlan Crusaders is extremely high, while the Confederacy may be of its own devices, they still have a galactic might that can rather easily rival our own. Do not mistake me. I wish nothing more than for the Alliance to fade away and give the mission over to those in more capable stance. However, at this time, with multiple Jedi related factions that are being birthed at the simple idea of fighting the Maw, We would only be adding fuel to the fire."

Looking to Enlil, it was a mere moment before speaking. While the stature of one was underneath him, a King in our people, Here, was a Warlord freely to speak.

"Sending an Envoy to them is risky. As stated, it gives the Alliance a head start in preparations. However lacking they may be. We should withdraw from the aid we have given the Alliance. Without notice, and no response. The action needs to be decisive and with haste. No violence upon innocent lives, nor people we may wish to turn or ally to our own will be injured. Looks, and questions will be sent, but they can be swatted to the side. With the formation of other military complexes of Adumar, and the formation of other regiments, regrouping our own resources in preparation will allow us to strike like a scalpel, with the force of a hammer."

 

[Rurik Fel]

I M P E R A T O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
SOVEREIGN IMPERATOR
THE CORE PROBLEM
Iron Skin | Lightsaber
Enlil | Willan Tal | Caarlyle Rausgeber | Noel Strasza | Julius Haskler | Onansi of Thyrsus

EMPIRE
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Rurik would be a lying man if he admitted he expected this response from his High Command. But after all, these were the men who commanded the power of the Empire and had seen the state of the realm in a more personal manner beyond Rurik's appraisal from Ravelin and the ports of command he had to utilize when Lord Executor. Their confidence of being able to stand alone on the Galactic stage was a reassuring one, however, what concerned him was the eagerness at which they snapped their jaws at one another in distrust.

The consensus was more or less reached in an expediate manner- ties with the Galactic Alliance and likely by extension, all of the Empire's tenous 'Light Side' allies need be severed. As much as it seemed to be a strategic action on part of the New Order, some part of Rurik felt...'off' by the action, hailing from the Jedi Order itself. However...he'd seen their follies time and time again, their willful participation in this cycle of delusions and virtuous suffering.

"An outright attack or insurrection of the Galactic Alliance is not under my consideration. The Maw is an unavoidable threat to the Empire, they made that clear with the insidious insurrection at Carlac and so too at the destruction of Csilla. To strike at the Alliance would leave us both vulnerable to further infiltrations and acts of aggression from the Maw. Thus- our sole action will be the closure of all New Imperial boundries. Borders with the Silver Jedi and Galactic Alliance will be shut closed until my command otherwise. So too will the emigration of refugees in Sith Imperial and Bryn'adul space to the Empire be suspended without further notice. To allow the hordes of the unwashed and sickly come into the Empire only breeds grounds for which the Maw might send their agents into our space undisturbed. To add unto this, the acceleration of the distribution of Imperial chaincodes will be authorized." Rurik states, all but suggesting a far tighter collar of authority that the Central Government would will unto the subjects of the Empire. The beginning of a true surveillance state. He next addressed the ambitions of Haskler and his no doubt desire to utilize the supposed 'Imperial factions' of the Alliance to trigger an uprising on his native Anaxes.

"These Imperial demagogues in Alliance space are all but the degenerate refuse of our New Order. They could not find their place here because of their depravity and greed and thus, they seek to prey on the insecurities of the blinded masses of the Alliance at the ballot box, they are no different than the Populist or Federalist glad hands that strum the strings of power in the Galactic Alliance. Morally corrupt and incompetent. These are politicians, they are not leaders. That is what democracy rewards, not virtue, not competence- but the ability to garner the support of private interests by pushing their agendas which align little with the interests of the state or its people." Rurik states, his strained voice of dark distortion carrying a foreboding nature to each word.

"It would be beneficial for all within this room to remember that. You are all the leaders and rulers of the worlds of this Empire because...I allow it to be so. Any short coming, any sign of moral corruption or willful negligence in your duties to serve your people and serve our Empire and you will die as I have lived. By the sword. Accountability starts with me and continues through the rest of you. But it is only in our ironclad unity that we might weather the storm. To wield cloaks and daggers against one another in divisive deceit will only ensure that my face will be the last you see in your dying breathes." He offered a brief glance to each of them in that moment, as if to signal that none of them in the room were exempt from his pervasive judgement.

"But even so, we will not be an Empire which is afraid to act nor will we be an Empire vulnerable in any capacity. I expect peace with the Alliance...but peace is never permanent, not with the Jedi. As soon as the Darkness fades, they will look to us in supposed moral arbitration, to question and challenge our ways and summon into being the same existential crisis that nearly seized us years ago. We will prepare for war with the Galactic Alliance, the Silver Jedi Order...and the Confederacy. No stone will be left unturned and our Imperial Order will prevail." Rurik states.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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The Warlords were summoned again, and again Fiolette was there only through holo. Even then all that could be seen, was a still image of her, a photograph from the back of one of her books. She kept her audio muted so that they could not hear her but she could hear them and be aware of the talks that were ongoing. She needn't say much of anything she agreed with much of the sentiments expressed. Fiolette did not care for the New Imperial Order nearly as much as the other Warlords. Rather she and the world she would rule with or without the New Imperial Order's consent would continue to be a well-behaved world. Doing as they were told like the good little boys and girls their Imperator wanted. After all, it didn't do for an Imperial world to be made to look silly. Having one of their own worlds rebel, as if by design, no?​

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Perhaps it was a way to keep their dogs trained, sicking them on one another. Much like Willan Tal destroyed his rivals, or had them exiled, yes such strong nations lasted for centuries... In the annals of history as their rhetoric were written out as misdeeds. So it mattered not what the Warlords had to say, in the end, the Imperator would make the call. Fiolette looked over from her desk to the small NIO-imprinted device and sighed, she then took to her personal holo communications and made a call to the Empress of Ord Trasi. "Increase production on the NIO weapons, small arms, armor. Shift Primo Victorian manufacturing to the side, it seems they will be necessary for the near future."​

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When the call was over, Fiolette rose from her desk and headed out to the main chambers of her quarters aboard the Rae Sloane. Kassandra held out Fio's uniform and the Galidraani gave the Sith Lady a warm smile. After a few more moments, Fiolette headed out of her personal quarters and was on her way to the ship's bridge. ​

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[Gat Tambor]

X X I I : T H E _ G A L A X Y
DIRECTOR
TRADE FEDERATION
Aerarii Tithe | Aiko Hayata​

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SAINT TAMBOR​

There was no end to spiraling twists and turns that the state of the Galaxy made. However, that really didn't matter too much to Gat. What mattered is that the cashflow remained uninterrupted through it all and unfortunately, an ever changing climate meant less time in the development rooms of the bleeding edge technology that the Trade Federation and Tambor's personal holdings in the Technoid Manufactorum as well as Kuat-Entralla Engineering produced (EVEN IF his COMPETITORS wanted to say otherwise.) With all the good ol fashioned WAR that was brewing, it shouldn't be all too difficult.

Coruscant needed rebuilding, Carlac...probably just needed to be melted at this point and several other planets were still in the scope of the Maw. All of this was nothing but breeding grounds of opportunity for the Trade Federation. With Galactic governments straining their resources, the Federation could rebuild the ruins in their stead while fleecing them in the meanwhile.

But Gat had spent far too much time in the executive, Skakoan filtered executive suites of his office in Harnaidan. With a clean drip of Mind Spike he needed to take visit into the field again, to view the true nature of his operations.

The 'Iron Ring' or as Tambor liked to designate it "big money hole" due to the opportunities that scraping clean Sith Imperial Remnant influence brought for the Federation was slowly closing. Just as Tithe was visiting with his counterpart in Aiko Hayata on the frontier world of Kol Huro, Gat Tambor entered in his usual silent yet brazen fashion, the blast door hissing open to his presence as he hovered into the office suite.

Twisting the knob of his vocoder, he spoke up.

<"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWERRRRRRRRRRRRRR- apologies for my unspoken arrival but I figured it was probably time I set foot on this world myself. Oh and in case I forgot, congratulations on your position, Mister Tithe. Hopefully the laurels serve you well. As for Miss Hayata, it's unfortunate we've yet the chance to meet in person. I trust your ventures in this frontier are serving you well?"> He inquired, arching a brow beneath his pressure goggles.