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[Kanni Ugaiya Kilran]

Spoiler: Music OOC

What was it? The mustache of the man. The curved lips of the woman. Velran Kilran. Akiya Orime. Father. Mother. Someone. Something. One person or thing or the other. In the end, the result was Kanni Ugaiya, from spirit to skeleton, young or old, only the spawn became a daughter and the daughter became beloved as Kanni Ugaiya Kilran.

What is it? That was the burning question that turned her veins. That was the query that twisted her arteries. Who am I? Another question, and either was bereft of answer. It didn’t matter how far she had ventured, whether she went onward in this direction or that one, because she was never given a satisfying answer to her question to begin with, and there was more than one in a number.

Why? That was a question she hated to ask. Why, Father, did you leave me? He never answered her. Emperor Velran Kilran. Only she first met him as General Velran Kilran. When she had woken up in a medical chamber, some kind of infirmary, only he had given her a weapon to practice with her enemy, had dubbed her a Weapon. Hers was a shuriken. My baby.

That was fine. That was why she was conceived and created to begin with. Then she passed her tests and impressed the man and she became his adopted daughter as Kanni Ugaiya Kilran. She was his assassin, his snake in the grass, his Viper, and her bite was quite like that of a blaster.

General Velran Kilran? No. The great man became Emperor Velran Kilran, leader of the Empire of the Lost, and his would be a name that would not be lost for the ages but live on in memory and, if it didn’t, it would live in the pages. His descendants would make sure of it, one way or the other. Oh, it echoed.

There he was. In a glass cage. It was the first thing Kanni Ugaiya Kilran glimpsed as she entered the chamber in her outfit, never minding what kind of person might line either side of her emergence, or whether her appearance would satisfy them. In the end, they mattered little and less in comparison to the deathbed of her very own father, Velran Kilran.

“Such woes you spoke,” his daughter whispered under her breath. She didn’t care what the meeting was, who had come, what they had spoken, whether ally or enemy. At this moment, all the girl saw in all the world was her father, with that mustache so brilliant, emphasized under a bald head in the form of a man formed for conquest, bright and true, with eyes that did not dilute even in death.

“Such woes I know,” Kanni whispered again, fingers all but stroking that bald head, feeling memories in between from the moment he had awoken her from her chamber and had given her breakfast from eggs to donuts, given her tests, given her missions, sent her to assassinate his enemies and eliminate his opponents.

“That’s all I ever was.” She spoke above a whisper, never caring who might hear her. “An assassin. A weapon. The Weapon. The Viper.” She didn’t mind it, however. Kanni Ugaiya Kilran was a woman who tried to live up to her purpose, striving to survive in her existence and deliver pride to her father when and where permitted.

They called her a young girl, someone who didn’t understand the ways of war, but she understood the way of the blade and that was enough for her. Until this moment. Her lips may kiss the glass, and maybe Velran Kilran would feel the touch of his dear daughter from his skin to his mustache, but he was dead and gone, yet his daughter lived on.

“You were lost…” Kanni sniffed with quivering lips. “...But I found you…” She stood, erect on two feet, turning between the various members of her audience gathered here together, whether the body and the ceremony were in one place and the meeting in another, time no longer mattered to her.

“The Lost.” No, she didn’t know the words that were spoken prior to her entrance, despite recognizing faces familiar. Darth Rasnuhl. Maldor Mercetti. Teckla Tane. Others were less familiar yet presented all the same, including Zonn Geist and his weapon from what a weapon could surmise, Aculia Voland.

Only Voland did not seem to take a stance against Kilran, yes, that descendant of Emperor Velran, and let his name never be in vain, for what mattered beyond words were actions, and Kanni Kilran knew in truth that she was simply an assassin.

“I did not want this,” she first admitted. “Yet here it is.” Her expression was serious amid her countenance beneath her hood. “Palpatine, that was my father’s figurine in his dreams, and who was Palpatine?” Rhetorical question.

“Darth Sidious. Sith. Like others in our midst.” She spied them with her eyes but looked away. Their message was less important at the end of the day. “Empire of the Lost, we call this, but are you not found?” Kanni pointed toward this person, that person.

“I ask you, truly, what does the Empire mean to you?” She pointed at him, her, her, him, this person, that person, this Sith, that Imperial, that politician, this militant. “Let it not mean infighting. Please… Let my father’s memory not be stained by quarreling over positions in competition…”

Kanni visibly grimaced. “Or you can deal with me…and I am never afraid to wield my blade…” Kanni. Assassin. Viper. That’s what they called her. A weapon. An instrument. If that is the Princess’ position then so be it.

“The Empire of the Lost, we call ourselves,” she announced. I am born in the dark pit. In darkness. In the well. Yet, bereft of my father’s and master’s hold, I am free to navigate between the planes of heaven and hell. I am the core of existence. “How about the Empire of the Found?” She broadcasted with no qualms over capitalization.

“Help me forge my father’s empire a new future, where Velran Kilran’s death and defeat will not be seen as weakness but a cliff to reach success and reap vengeance,” she said, ever aware of her own madness, such as it was.

For I love you, Father, and if I do not avenge your memory then I will burn in your grave, share the same fate, as your daughter, and may they forget my name if only they remember your destiny.

“I will give Emperor Velran Kilran his vision even after his death, from lost to found, or I will die trying in the attempt.” She looked right, looked left, might have stomped her feet but that was the old Kanni so she didn’t. “His legacy is not in vain but in our veins, ladies and gentlemen, and we may honor it today by moving forward together in strength, not weakness of personal ambition, or we can collapse.”

Oh, Kanni was no Force-sensitive, but she could sense sedition and opportunistic beings in her midst. “Of which I will take the heads with my shuriken as I did before and you traitors will be no more.” She promised. Shouldn’t have? Perhaps. But that’s why Velran left Kanni with comrades in her midst to keep her head in check. Heh.

 

[Marcus Bastion]

"She is not the Regent. If one is needed the Moff Council will decide.What is your name What do you bring to the table?"

Objective II
Line Unbroken​

Bastion realised he had made an error. He had been so used to being accepted at Moff Council meetings that he had forgotten the simple fact that no one knew who he was. In some ways that was an advantage. He had yet to form any enemies or entrenched himself in old rivalries he was a fresh player. On the other hand he had forgotten the basic courtesy of establishing himself and his credentials. Not too mention it was just rude not to introduce oneself to your colleagues.

"Forgive me I should have introduced myself. Moff Bastion. Independent Moff but I bring with me a small fleet of Praefect-class Star Destroyer, Pellaeon III-Class Star Destroyer, Tartar Class Interdictor, New Imperial I Class Star Destroyer, Valiant Class Star Destroyer, Corvus Class Commando Destroyer, Tacitus Class Planetary Invasion Carrier, Aresus-class Heavy Cruiser Carrier. Outfitted with TIE Phantoms and Tie Infiltrators."

"It was all I could salvage during the fall of the NIO. I have only recently returned to the galaxy after carbon freezing. It is a modest fleet but the Emperor has allowed me to return to the fold of Imperial way of life and granted me my status of Moff before his death."

Bastion was aware that many would not be happy with a rogue Moff so abruptly being added to their ranks but a fleet even a modest one wasn't a resource an Empire could turn away lightly. Particularly when it could be used by their enemies either in the Galactic Alliance or more likely the Dark Empire. Fact was Bastion was better with them then independent, or rogue or worse case scenario against them.

Still Bastion was a new player and his position while relatively secure was raw. As such he did not want to make waves too early. The safest play would have been to stay silent but the issue had been an important one and nothing ventured was nothing gained. Besides he had merely asked a question of Tane's intentions. Better to lay such intentions openly then allow them to be hidden behind vague agendas.

Additionally, in my older age, I think it is wise not to create more enemies for oneself, especially in dire straights such as these... Moff Bastion. Unity is something we need now more than ever."

"No insult was intended. As a new member of this council I was merely trying to get the lay of the land as it were. I am sure I still have much to learn of the traditions of this Empire of which I am now apart, but please be assured my intention is to serve as ably as I am able. The Empire is the only source of stability and order in an increasingly chaotic galaxy. Whatever I can do to ensure it's security I will."

"I apologise if my question was received as impertinence. It was not my intention in the least. I have no wish to create new enemies for myself or for the Empire of the Lost. Frankly I don't think I have the support, strength or position to make such an enemy for myself so it would be foolish for me to do so."

Bastion reluctantly admitted the last, but it had the benefit of being true. He was new to the game and making enemies at this point was foolish to the point of being suicidal. Best case he would be cast out. Whether or not he'd be allowed to take his fleet with him was another matter.

"I know I am new and perhaps should not have overstepped my limited authority in such a manner but I believed if having a regent was being discussed then it should be discussed openly. Atleast here in this council if not quite publicly."

”Ah, Moff Bastion. It’s about time we met. The Empress is a grown woman. We do not want to put doubt over her rule by installing an official regent. No, we need to be sure that she has the support of wise beings to guide her. The Moff Council is a good start. Though I will not officially be a member, the Empress is always free to lean on me. We just need to be sure that she is ready before she is let off any leash.”

"I am however relieved to here this won't be the case."

"If you felt insulted or offended Grandmaster please allow me to extend my apologies."

Bastion privately thought the Grandmaster had tactfully confirmed although she wouldn't have official regency powers she still intended on being very influential with the young Empress. Bastion could grow to like the Grandmaster and truly hoped he hadn't made an enemy of her. If he had well that would be too bad, but there was a fine line between appearing gracious and being a lickspittle.

"I believe however we have come close to a consensus on the need for the Moff Council to be an advisory bored for the young empress. I believe this to be a wise decision for whatever my opinion is worth and such a council would have my full support. And that of my fleets. As of course would the Empress."

“A small sum prepared by Velran and I for such an eventuality, to help get it established and running. It should help to stabilize things. And, of course, I would not mind taking up the duty of instructing Princess Kanni in how to manage her estates. After all, I was the former Moff of Lianna proper, I know a few things to teach her about administration. Of course, whatever else she might need to me to do I can as well, I have a wide variety of talents.”

Bastion was surprised when the independent Moff introduced a new player to the game. A new player to him at any rate. Bastion didn't know the history of Aculia Voland but from context he gathered that Voland was a hero of some sort believed to be dead and apparently miraculously returned to life. Much like Bastions own resurrection. Although apparently Bastion did not quite have the same esteem to which this Voland was once held. She seemed to assume her reinstated position rather rapidly and had the means to do it. Means being the operative word as she demonstrated a hoard of wealth.

It was only fair. Bastion had his fleet she had her wealth. Each brought resources to an Empire at a vulnerable time in exchange for a position and certain degree of power. Bastion approved of the tactic and made a mental note to keep an eye on her until she proved to be either friend or foe. Still after perhaps his tactical error with the Grandmaster Bastion decided to employ the wiser course and stay silent. For a moment. Then he shrugged to himself. One didn't play the game by staying out of it.

"Those resources I'm sure will be a boon to the Empire. I'm afraid I don't have enough knowledge of the Empresses estates but it seems to me that that would be one of the oversights of the Moff Council and that it should have a representative who is familiar with the funds she would be using."

Maldor Mecetti Darth Malum of House Marr Orion_Knight Karl Von Strauss Zonn Geist Rex Valhoun Darth Rasnuhl Teckla Tane

 

[B/U-800 "Evelina"]

Location: Lianna City - Lianna
Objective: I - Lying in State
Attire: Black Bodysuit
Tag: Drenn Zandrad Kilran

He then turned his head slightly in her direction. “I think there are many things around your true thoughts that you won’t tell me,” he said. His voice was low. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “My talents lie in the art of combat, not in unraveling mysteries of the mind..or hidden agendas.”

“I…know.” Evelina paused then, her lips pulled down in a regretful frown as she did. “I wish I could tell you more, but thank you for listening regardless.” She added. With that, the Butterfly found herself walking alongside the man, her gaze drawing in on his pastel green eyes as he spoke.

There was a brief pause as he refocused upon the path before them. A soft sigh escaped from him. "I'm Drenn," he said simply. "And now I can’t help but wonder, what are your services or connections to the Empire?"

“It’s lovely to meet you, Drenn.” Evelina offered a soft smile. “I am Evelina.” The Butterfly said, introducing herself in turn. “I serve the Empire as part of a special unit. It’s classified, unfortunately, but like you…my talents lie in the art of combat, as well.” She leaned towards the man then, feeling a special kinship in the fact that they had something in common.

“I hope that when this is over, we can go out and get revenge for the Emperor’s slaying.” She continued, an almost feral, hungry glint lighting up her gaze as she spoke.

It was only then that Evelina’s ears perked up upon registering balladic rhythms nearby, accompanied by a feminine voice that carried through the air in melodic overture. Turning around, the assassin found herself facing a holoprojection of a female singer. The projection was situated on a stage surrounded by a small crowd of mourners, a few who appeared to be singing the lyrics to the song.

A shadow falls, the stars grow dim,
Our Emperor lost, the deepest Sin.
The galaxy weeps, his throne stands bare,
But we remain, in cold despair.

Betrayed by those who claimed the stars,
They scattered hope, left bitter scars.
But his empire lives, within our hearts,
We'll see his justice as vengeance starts.

Even without knowing the lyrics, it was all Evelina could do to resist the urge to join in song with the gathered crowd.

Spoiler: Acknowledgements

• Credit to Cubanwriter for creating the song!

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

Objective II - Line Unbroken
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The twists and turns came hot and fast.

The dead, returned to life.

Then the Lady herself on the scene.

A poetic speech. A declaration as she assumed her position. A promise to pursue her father's vision. A promise to deliver blood to any who stood in her way.

It was an impressive transformation of her character. She was more serious, now. The trauma of losing her father had impacted her. Matured her.

It was disappointing, as well. The promise of blood spoke of her youth. Or the rashness of her father living on in her. Such a blunt threat was an instrument for a blunt mind. Not the keen genius and wisdom required to lead an Empire.

None of that mattered, of course.

Only one thing mattered, now.

Maldor got on his knees. He bowed his head.

"I pledge myself to the Empress, and serve at her pleasure."



Maldor Mecetti Darth Malum of House Marr Orion_Knight Karl Von Strauss Zonn Geist Marcus Bastion Rex Valhoun Darth Rasnuhl Teckla Tane Aculia Voland Kanni Ugaiya Kilran

 

[Drenn]

Objective I: Lying in State

Tags : B/U-800 "Evelina" Zandrad Kilran

As they walked side by side, his eyes were intent solely on the path ahead. Drenn’s mind remained calm amidst the somber that seemed to cling to every single corner around him. When her voice broke the silence, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment, as the words held little of use; but after introducing himself, there was a small glimmer of potential that flickered.

Her role within the Empire intrigued him, and brought forth a flurry of questions in his mind, ones that he was certain wouldn't receive an answer. The woman's smile was met with a small nod of the head, but his demeanor didn’t soften; the walls built around himself were as firm as those protecting Lyana City. “It’s an honor to meet you, Evelina,” he said simply. He refrained from commenting on her desire for revenge, even if he felt like he understood the reasoning behind it. It was a familiar concept to him, one he had witnessed before in his home world. Grudges ran deep in Nar Shaddaa. “I’ve always found a sense of peace with the blade. In that dance is where we can find freedom, and our strength.” he added.

When Evelina slowly came to a stop, he would as well, and followed her gaze to holoprojection. But before he could allow himself to grasp the lyrics, his hidden arrogance slowly began to bubble and threaten to break free. “I’m a firm believer that words are just that..words. Being part of a special unit is not enough to tell me of your prowess,” he said in a calm tone. Drenn's head then slowly turned to her once more. “I’d have to test your skills myself to truly gauge your worth in combat."

 

[Sasi Wynter]

Objective: I - Lying in State
Location: Lianna City, Lianna
Tags: OPEN
Outfit: Black hooded cloak

It was strange for Sasi to be here. She had always stayed away from Lianna. It never felt like home. Even though her benefactor had become the leader of the government that was run from this planet, Sasi never felt like she was a part of it. Luckily it seemed like the Empire of the Lost was doing well without her. And Sasi was able to focus her energy on her observed career. In truth, her first love was singing, so not feeling useful to the one who saved her from forgotten horrors ended up being a bit of a blessing. Now however Velran Kilran was gone. Sasi felt the need to be here to celebrate his sacrifice.

Lending her voice to the ballad that was written in her former guardian’s honor was an easy decision. Even now as she tried to hide her presence from anyone who might recognize her she heard its beautiful melody playing in the distance. It wasn’t the style that the public had come to expect from Sasi Winter, but it was fitting of Velran and she had the voice to pull it off. She would sing it live for the official ceremony, something that made the usually confident young woman shake with nerves.

Maybe this was the start of her usefulness to the Empire. She had made sure to make stops in the Empire on her tour. She was a bit of a celebrity, but she could do so much more. If this was the event that was required for her to make a difference it was a shame, but she couldn’t turn her back on Velran now. She would honor his life however she could. She would give him a legacy to be proud of.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Objective 2: Line Unbroken

At any other time he might have snidely remarked at all the infighting he war bearing witness too, unfortunately, though that was certainly there, as much as it was subtle as the predatorial feline preparing upon the tall grass, there was another factor which made any attempt to focus upon it impossible.

The fact his presence was enough of a uniting factor, that they were not fully willing to shed blood against each other.

After all, what was the point of shedding Imperial blood, when Sith blood was flowing so freely, and so lively, in the very room they were discussing such potentially sensitive matters in? Of course, they safely disregarded the other known Sith in the room, while the other had done an able enough job at concealing his position.

If it was a real one at all.

Still, they were open enough that he took mental notes on all which he heard. It was clear enough that the Grandmaster of their Crusaders was not much of a fan of the new Warlord amongst them, unsurprising, who enjoyed a stranger of both means and prestige usurping one's light in one's own presence? Whatever else was there to note? Clear enough that she at least claimed that she did not seek to be a Regent in some Regency, but... so she claimed.

As for centralising control away from the individual systems, it was an intriguing enough proposition, one which he would no doubt exploit if it was actually implemented.

He offered a smile beneath his mask as her attention turned to him, even as she chuckled, "You are forgiven, peace is a lie after all," He would allow them to read into that line of their Code as they wished. It seemed they, or she at least were truly unaware of Darth Ayra's loyalties, which certainly made things easier, still as for the answer to her question...

...It was not quite time for that yet, as his attention turned to Darth Trigonus.

He quirked his head in question, did he truly intend to do something so foolish? It seemed not, instead another proposal entirely spilt from his lips, a reinstatement of the Moff Council, a sound enough proposal considering the circumstances, even if far from preferred. If they managed to avoid a turn to factionalism, they might survive.

What was altogether more interesting was his proposal for an intelligence branch, something for both the Tsis'Kaar and Fifth Wing to soon overcome, no doubt. What at the end of the day he did not expect was his final proposal, Malum narrowed his red eyes at the idea. A very specific kind of Sith, then Darth Trigonus.

Malum looked for allies, but at times, even his allies were his bitterest foes.

Then a not-quite stranger spoke, Moff Marcus Bastion, a familiar voice even if mostly a stranger, they had met once at the Imperial Conference, and in the end, both mattered little. He played the moderate, even if dangerously, seeming to lend his support to Darth Trigonus, and standing if even minorly against the Grandmaster.

Interesting.

The next was a stranger, in the sense that he did not know him... yet, he was not a stranger for another reason entirely. It was not every day you were in the presence of a fellow monarch.

Neither was it every day that you were in the presence of the husband of a woman you killed, and as far as you knew, he was entirely unaware of it. It was good that he was so far quiet, it was good that Malum wore a mask, he might have given himself away far too easily... there was much that Malum felt guilt over... much he regretted... this... was one of them, in his earliest days, but he had not ever expected it to come back.

Thankfully Darth Rasnuhl was quick to usurp his attention, it seemed another who was far from the Warlord Zonn Geist's fans. There might have been an alliance of convenience formed there, if Malum cared to make allies here at all.

He smirked at the question directed to him, "My, my, Darth Rasnuhl, you were uninformed? Perhaps I can take solace than that this blatant hostility held towards the Sith, has its subtle expressions as well," He might have mocked, but it was now a question to be answered, Malum had his suspicions of the answer, but why exactly some Moffs knew, and others did not was a mystery.

Along with the question, as his eyes surveyed those assembled, if any of the Moffs did actually know or not.

It seemed for the most part, apart from his evident hostility towards him, noting how he looked without that helmet, the man was hardly a yes man, was not hesitant to place his influence where he decided it was merited, it seemed the urge to centralise had not fully taken command of those gathered here. While, he agreed easily enough with his fellow, if unknown, Darth, that he desired to 'fix' the NISB was intriguing.

And a nice warning, he would need the Fifth Wing to entrench in.

Then of course there was the silent one, Moff Karl von Strauss semed silent, but such was only cover for doing what Malum had been doing, watching, learning, noting, even if the older man used the aid of a physical object to do it. His caution was noted with a raised eyebrow, of all those gathered here, he might have been the one Malum was most interested in listening to.

As he spoke...

...Malum realised he would not mind finding a geopolitical partner in this man at all, soft-spoken yet well-spoken, he was an able man.

Such that Malum would need to make certain he would never reach the pinnacle of power in this empire.

"My apologies if you feel uncomfortable with my presence, Moff von Strauss, I only was dispatched to fulfil my orders, which was to witness the decision on who will lead our neighbours to our south, and to make an agreement with them," Malum's voice responded, far more polite than it was before, "As for the terms themselves, I would not wish to add any more stress to these proceedings, I would speak them once you have all reached a concord if it is the same with all of you."

To reveal his hand, before they had revealed theirs was far from a move he would willingly make.

It was addressed as much to the von Strauss, as it was to Lady Tane, as it was to the rest of the gathered congregration, even if Malum took the opportunity to note the particular amiability that the Grandmaster held to Moffs Bastion and Mecetti.

Still, it seemed his opportunity to speak terms was quickly avoided, as more surprises had decided to make themselves evident today. Warlord Geist spoke in his way, countering and speaking without care in the world, but a confidence that Malum had yet to conclude if it was justified or not.

And his words... where was he going with this...

A shiver went down his spine, as his breathing slowed.

Aculia Voland.

His vision turned towards all those around the zoom, none gazed his way, too transfixed upon the woman emerging out the door. Yet, that could only be an advantage he supposed, an opportunity for him to escape what no doubt would be a dangerous situation, as realisations were made. He knew the truth.

He had not killed Aculia Voland.

But those around him, likely assumed that he had, after all, Darth Ayra had proclaimed the news far and wide, and even with her discredited, there were no other suspects. It was not as if he had not used the news for his benefit, another notch to his prestige that he had killed the Grand Moff of the Imperial Ruling Council of the Empire of the Lost.

Yet, here now she stood.

Looking... different from the Aculia Voland which he had seen images of. Seeming an avenging angel, to all those who thought she was dead, as through the gap between them, he felt the Force echo through... something hidden deep within. Her words were lies, all lies... they had to be... was this even...

He had not killed her, and neither had any member of the Tsis'Kaar that much was certain, on that basis, her story held ground, it was technically feasible... yet... why wait... well that was obvious, the Empire even coming off victory was at dire straits, and without leadership, would enter a death spiral. So, the former leader of the Empire returned, to take her rightful place.

Yet, she did not do that.

And her game concerned him more than he could admit.

Yet, before he could comment, perhaps the most important person in the empire aside from Voland entered the room. Wearing something more akin to a nun than an Empress, the woman whom no one in this room had even seriously challenged the idea of her ascension, the daughter of Emperor Velran Kilran...

...And Malum could not help but ponder how bizarre she was.

It was... an emotional speech, clearly, for her... though what exactly she referred to half the time was a mystery to him. Yet, gazing around, watching as Darth Trigonus fell upon his knees, and bowed his head, soon knowing others would follow him, he could not help but wonder if this was all out of genuine loyalty...

...And how much was feigned?

Still, if there was anything to focus on, it was some of the series of words... that Velran saw Darth Sidious?

That she sought to revive the Empire... Empire of the Found did have some sort of ring to it, he supposed.

And that she sought to pursue Kilran's vision... the man famously hated the Sith, so how far did she intend to take that?

He coughed, announcing his presence.

"Empress Kilran," Malum noted with a nod of his head, as much respect as he would show a foreign monarch, where the expectation might have been to bow, to kneel, "Darth Malum, of House Marr, Lord of the Tsis'Kaar, King of Alvaria and Eliad, and member of His Imperial Majesty's Dark Council, at your service," The titles were getting far too long, but they were each necessary for their own purpose.

"Am I to understand that it is you, who shall take the place of Emperor Velran Kilran?" He allowed the question to hang in the air for a moment, masked eyes gazing upon each and every figure assembled before returning to the beautiful, if oddly dressed woman, "If it so, than I would be willing to begin negotiations to end the war between the Empire of the Lost and the Sith Empire."

Maldor Mecetti Orion_Knight Karl Von Strauss Zonn Geist Marcus Bastion Rex Valhoun Darth Rasnuhl Teckla Tane Aculia Voland Kanni Ugaiya Kilran
Mentioned: Alicia Drey Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Velran Kilran Darth Empyrean

 

[Vilissa Pormenn]

Objective 2: Line Unbroken

Tags: Aculia Voland | Zonn Geist | Darth Malum of House Marr | Maldor Mecetti | Karl Von Strauss | Teckla Tane | Darth Rasnuhl | Orion_Knight | Marcus Bastion | Kanni Ugaiya Kilran | Rex Valhoun

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Six hours ago

Vilissa walked with hurried steps through the Imperial complex towards Empress Kanni Ugaiya Kilran 's quarters. It was a tough time for all but a tougher time for the late Emperors daughter. She was wearing normal street clothes not her usual NISB uniform for office hours as she approached the clone and custodian guards.

One steps forward "Halt. No one is permitted inside." Vilissa sighed for a moment pulling out her badge, the clone sees the NISB Counter Intelligence badge. She states "I need to brief the new Empress on where we stand vs our internal enemies." The custodian and one of Kanni's clones talk for a moment with the clone finally speaking "All right I will escort you in." Vilissa nods in response.

Inside Kanni mourns as Vilissa walks over clearing her throat "Empress Kanni Ugaiya Kilran , Greetings I am Vilissa Pormann. Condolences on losing Emperor Velran he was a great man. Down to business, I am part of the NISB Counter Intelligence unit. I wanted to check in and deliver this secure data pad for you, It will contain intelligence that is for your eyes only until you deem it ready for others. If you need something further give a ring. Your father allowed our unit to form to bring safety from other plots, like the one that took out Director Drey." Things her team was still digging into and into anyone that seemed to have ties.

One hour before the Moff council meeting

Vilissa was in civilian clothes on purpose. There was an operation under way to bring in a suspected ted Fifth Wing member for questioning. She took her mark and used her ear piece "Target spotted, moving to assess." The leads on this organization were sparse to put it lightly but due diligence would pay off. Walking up to the man at the bar "Can I sit here?" he looks weary but nods she sits on the stool next to him "Some crazy events that have been going on haven't they Alex..." Upon his face she sees the concern form "Yeah they have been haven't they... Have we met?" Vilissa smiles "No, But I have some questions" as he realizes her pistol pointed at him, he pushes Vilissa and bolts. A few fairly close placed stun shots erupt out but narrowly miss as Vilissa recovers her balance off the stool. "Be advised target is on the move west through the market." She ran as fast as she could shooting at him when the opportunity presented. Blast it all, should have neutralized him right then. But that was behind them now. He tore down an alley way when she finally hit her mark with three bolts and Alex drops. Before she can reach him she hears the final sound before a detonator exploded killing Alex. Bantha fodder! All that was for nothing, oh well the next one would go better. "Units, target blew themselves up. Bring in the recovery team." As a NSIB CI observation drone flies over and starts extinguishing the flames.

Finally making the meeting after it started Vilissa walks up to the door guards & custodians before showing her NISB CI badge. The Custodian nods and motions to allow her through. Walking into the meeting no one would sense anything off force wise unless they could sense the amulet she wore. Making the stealthy entrance right after Kanni speaks Vilissa stands right inside the field listing to Maldor pledge allegiance to Kanni. Also a Sith speaks, Darth Malum. A person if interest and someone known to have met with the Director a couple of times at least. Walking into everyone sight right after Darth Malum stops speaking Vilissa bows to Empress Kanni before standing close at hand. Strange seeing so many new faces... and some old ones. Vilissa was certain Aculia Voland would recognize her from back in the previous administration hopefully she didn't give it away. But being in the room was what she needed so she could watch one at the top of the watched list.

 

[Zonn Geist]

Objective II: Line Unbroken​

Current Outfit
Lightsaber
SE-44 Blaster Pistol

The moment that Kanni Ugaiya Kilran arrived at the Moff Council chamber, Zonn's eyes scanned Velran's alleged daughter. Physically she looked nothing like Velran. No discernable physical traits that could immediately tell that this was Velran's child. Was she adopted by Velran? Zonn remembered Velran's rants about finding reproduction to be a repulsive thing back at the academy. Yet at the same time, he would lament that he wasn't handsome enough to attract attention from a woman. As much as he detested the act of reproduction, Velran was looking for the perfect person to continue his legacy. Never mind the fact that when he was younger, Velran looked like a super model, but he insisted that he was an ugly freak. Velran eventually gave up, seeing that no woman would ever be worthy to match his sheer genius.

"To a narcist the only person who can satisfy them is themselves." Zonn thought.

This was not Velran's daughter that much Zonn knew. Why Velran would place a total stranger as the one who will carry on the Kilran name? Especially one who is not by blood? Velran was an odd person to say the least, but he was an Imperial to the core, one who was obsessed with bloodline. Why was Kanni chosen by Velran to be the heir of not only the Kilran family but also the Empire? Many mysteries, one that Zonn will need to uncover. "What game are you playing old friend?" Zonn thought.

For now, it's best to play the loyal man. He already aroused suspicion by Teckla Tane and what was interesting was the Sith Lord was willing to accept this Empress. An alliance between the Empire and the Sith after centuries of war? Even in death, Velran had achieved the Impossible.

Zonn knelt before Kanni. "All hail Empress Kanni," He said. "Long live the Empire."


Maldor Mecetti Karl Von Strauss Marcus Bastion Rex Valhoun Orion_Knight , Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Rex Valhoun]

Objective: Line Unbroken
Tags: Maldor Mecetti Darth Rasnuhl Karl Von Strauss Marcus Bastion B/U-800 "Evelina" Teckla Tane Zonn Geist @Aculia Voland

Rex politely, and somewhat awkwardly awaited his time to speak. Occasionally he'd catch a glance from someone in the room, and respond with a nod. He was then invited into the conversation by a rather pretty woman with red hair. Rex didn't know her, but he appreciated the invitation to speak, after Darth Malum. Rex was unsure who Darth Malum was, and there were multiple Sith in the mix, if looks were any indication. But the woman mentioned something about Malum's "terms", so Rex kept an ear open for one of the apparent Sith lords to make some sort of demands.

Rex listened, but his attention was quickly snatched when a familiar face finally presented itself. Aculia Voland! Rex hadn't been active in galactic politics long enough to know the full situation in The Empire of The Lost, but he had been informed that Aculia was believed to be deceased. Yet, here she stood, to the bewilderment of Rex and apparently several others in the room. Her sudden reappearance was a great thing; For Rex, finally seeing a familiar face, someone from The Old Elysium Empire, was reassuring. For The Empire of The Lost, Aculia was already offering financial support, and suggesting a council form of governance. Rex liked the sound of a council. It was always good to have a variety of decision-makers. Though he preferred there to be one head of government to make the final decision. A popular decision wasn't always the correct decision. Though, giving one figure too much power could easily backfire, as he knew from experience. Truly it seemed there could be no perfect system.

Eventually, a woman that was obviously the heir made herself known with a short, but rather impressive speech calling for unity, suggesting renaming The Empire of The Lost to "The Empire of The Found", and making it clear that she would not shy away from combat if necessary. Rex noted that she appeared to be very young. It would be dangerous, putting an Empire in the hands of a young woman. Again, he knew this from experience. He wasn't old when he took over his own Empire, and the pressure caused him to crack. He had lost control of his emotions and brought the whole Elysium Empire down with him. Ironically, he had changed its' name, proclaiming an "Elysium Imperium".

Rex continued to await an opportune moment to speak, as people spoke out in the somewhat chaotic room. It seemed that everyone had their own piece to say. At last, the man that Rex suspected to be Darth Malum, revealed that he was indeed him. The man had quite the list of titles, and was evidently representing The Sith Empire, or Sith Order...whatever the galaxy's current grouping of Sith was calling itself. It seemed there was always one, and they were seldom good people, in Rex's experience. But they were also not to be underestimated. The Dark Side was an easy road to many abilities.

The man delivered his terms, which were currently none, and suggested peace with The Empire of The Lost (Found). A noble goal. Rex doubted it would last, but hoped to see it. He was old enough to know that nobody wins in war. Regardless, Rex now had an opening to speak. He seized the moment, mustering every bit of memory from his old lessons on public speaking: Project your voice, look in their eyes as you scan the crowd, don't rush. It had been a while.

"Empress, esteemed councilors, Moffs, and exalted ones, I am Rex Valhoun, former and present King of The Elysium Empire. I am here today as an ally to The Empire of The Lost, now found. I understand that many of you do not know me, and I do not know you. I also understand that from the outside, The Elysium Empire may not appear to be a piece on the board of galactic politics. But I assure you we are quickly rebuilding and reforming, and if the past is any indication, we will once again become a bastion of Imperial values, and freedom. I am not here to pick sides in the internal politics of your Empire, only to offer my complete support in any capacity that I can, and hopefully to build an alliance that is more than a mere treaty, but a legitimate friendship between myself, my people, and The Empire of The Lost."



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[B/U-800 "Evelina"]

Location: Lianna City - Lianna
Objective: I - Lying in State
Attire: Black Bodysuit
Tag: Drenn

“I’ve always found a sense of peace with the blade. In that dance is where we can find freedom, and our strength.” he added.

“That is something I can relate to.” Evelina replied in a quiet tone as the mournful song played through the holoprojector. All the while, the Butterfly allowed herself to fall into the song’s rhythmic flow, softly humming the melody in the process. She pulled out her OmniLink then, using the device to record a snippet of the song for her to add to one of her playlists later. It would be a tune to play during training, an anthem to impel her heart and spirit towards vengeance so that she might slay the Coalition terrorists responsible for taking his life.

A single drop of spilled Imperial blood was worth the blood of a hundred rebel terrorists. But for the blood of the Emperor, the killing would never end.

A small, wicked smile crossed her features then, but her thoughts were interrupted when Drenn spoke once more, causing her to immediately raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“I’m a firm believer that words are just that..words. Being part of a special unit is not enough to tell me of your prowess,” he said in a calm tone. Drenn's head then slowly turned to her once more. “I’d have to test your skills myself to truly gauge your worth in combat."

Evelina looked to him in turn, regarding the man with a cocked head as she silently processed his words.

Did he mean to challenge her? Or was he insulting her abilities?

Regardless of what he had truly meant, Evelina wrinkled her nose in disgust. She didn’t mind being challenged in the right context, but in her mind, his timing was inappropriate and perhaps, a little creepy!

“I...” Evelina paused, but her mind worked quickly. The vibes had been lost and there was no getting them back. “I apologize, I just got a message from a friend. I have somewhere else to be. Take care and thank you for the company!” With that, Evelina offered a forced smile, before swiftly spinning on her heels and turning to head elsewhere.

 

[Drenn]

Objective I: Lying in State

Tags : B/U-800 "Evelina"

The mournful song echoed through Drenn's mind, suggesting a cacophony of emotions that probably should have stirred his heart, but instead, fell upon deaf ears; for it was not the lyrics that moved him, but the energy from the groups gathered in attendance. He could not help but feel slightly disconnected, given his lack of relationship with the Emperor. His presence here was due to a sense of duty, a simple obligation to be filled, rather than any sort of devotion.

The Crusader soon found himself equally confused by her confusion. The smile that had graced her lips moments ago was replaced with a furrowed brow that left him with questions he hadn't really anticipated. Why had her smile vanished? What had he said that caused such a shift? Was there some sort of puzzle that neither of them could solve?

Whatever warmth that was in the previous conversation was now gone

He then mirrored her gesture, his own eyebrow arching as he quickly scanned their surroundings, searching for clarity. He couldn't find the words that would potentially fix the moment. The next time she smiled, it appeared more forced, but he wouldn't think much of it. “Oh... I see," he managed at last, his voice trailing off.

“Well, take care of yourself, Evelina,” he added, doubting that she would hear him. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, both hands would find themselves in his pockets now. There wouldn't be any feelings of disappointment rippling through him at least, rather, his lips simply pressed together as he tried to process the sudden departure.

He decided to welcome solitude once more, and before long, his gaze shifted to the line of those waiting to pay homage to the fallen Emperor. It seemed never-ending, but at last, Drenn made the decision to join them.

 

[Teckla Tane]

Objective II: Line Unbroken​

Objective: Set the Empire on a path to the future
Location: Secure meeting room, Imperial Complex, Lianna City, Lianna
Outfit: Crusader Robes
Equipment: See Bio
Tags: Maldor Mecetti | Darth Malum of House Marr | Orion_Knight | Karl Von Strauss | Zonn Geist | Marcus Bastion | Rex Valhoun | Darth Rasnuhl | Aculia Voland | Kanni Ugaiya Kilran
Dialogue Key: ”Galactic Basic” | <<Telepathic Communication>>

The chaos of the meeting was beginning to become annoying. There were more people present who did not defend the Empire against the rebels than who did. Karkarodon with chum in the water, Teckla supposed. She would have to be sure to remind them there were still sharp teeth in the Empire, and that though they had lost the Emperor, they won the day in both Dac and Lothal. Changes were coming. But letting these scavengers come in and think there are meaty bones to be picked was not going to occur on Teckla’s watch. And giving up her territory and Moff title gave her plenty of time to devote all her resources to protecting Kilran’s legacy.

The appearance of the not yet officially crowned Empress seemed to draw focus to a single place. Teckla was relieved and at the same time concerned about this. Kanni was the Empress. She was Velran’s offspring, no matter what form that took, and chosen heir. In an Empire strength would need to be proven to secure loyalty. And the girl was in mourning. And all signs were that she had the penchants to drift away from stability. This was not the time to test Kanni’s readiness or ability to lead.

Maldor offered his loyalty. Teckla smiled and offered an appreciative nod to the Moff she had shared council with in the past. The newcomer Geist did so as well, it still was not enough to stop Teckla from being suspicious, but it was a start. Malum and King Valhoun addressed the Empress as well with their offers of alliance. The former only entertaining the idea of sharing his ideas. Teckla grumbled internally at this, but the latter opened his discussion to the Moffs and other dignitaries present as well as the Empress. A precedent set that Teckla would take advantage.

”The daughter of Velran Kilran has indeed been elevated to his former title. And she will be at the front of the Empire. However this is a time of great mourning for Her Excellency. Therefore we ask Darth Malum, that negotiations be handled within this group, or delayed until such time that a group satisfactory to both sides be assembled,” Teckla spoke up keeping as even a tone as she could. ”The Empress is in charge, but even her father leaned on others for advice. And this change has been quite sudden and jarring for us all. And an end to the clash between our Empires is something we all desire” That may not have been entirely true, but Teckla could care less. The Empire she represented could not afford to continue two wars. Someone else could come forward and tell her she was wrong.

Instead of waiting for Malum’s response Teckla turned to King Valhoun and nodded her respect. ”As a great student of galactic history, even the not yet ancient, I know of the Elysium Empire and of your legacy King Rex Valhoun. And would look forward to having our great empires work together in some manner or another. For now we honor your presence as an ally and hope you will stay and discuss the state of things in the Elysium and how we might help each other.”

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Objective 2: Line Unbroken

Yet more arrived, though at this particular moment, it seemed the new arrivals were growing less and less important, though... for a meeting of the Empire of the Lost's Moff Council, Malum could not help but wonder still... how many members here did not make up part of their number. He himself included, no doubt, the one who had sent him an invitation would have much to explain.

However, as he awaited an answer from the Empress to be, he saw a rather... attractive woman enter the fold, with barely concealed glances in his direction, intriguing enough. All the while, he bore witness to the Warlord Geist, who seemed the most willing, and perhaps able, to throw a wrench into the unity here, and give his submission to the Empress. While next, it would be His Grace, Rex Valhoun who spoke... Malum parsed his lips at his words, not out of any particular antipathy towards them, indeed, as much as he doubted that the Elysian Empire would once again become a true player in galactic politics, it was not as if he was truly emotionally invested.

It was simply that as he spoke, Malum felt... something that he could not quite place.

At the very least, to the husband of the woman that he had killed... murdered... for the guilt which he had long ago let go of, he could only silently, wish the best for. As doomed as his efforts may have been, it was not out of any malice towards him or his, that Malum had done what he had done...

...Even if his childish reasons from back then, seemed so utterly...

Shameful.

Malum's rubies snapped towards the emeralds of the Grandmaster's, as her voice was the next to break the proceedings, narrowing behind his mask, he considered her words with care. He hardly wished for anyone else from 'his side' to be represented here, far too many held far too many ambitions for... cruelty, which would likely blow up negotiations as much as they would reignite the war.

A war they could certainly win, one hardly wished the left hand to be distracted when the body was at war elsewhere.

All the while, the notion of some of those assembled here leaving could be useful... alas, it was far better to have this done now, and if the Grandmaster wished to take charge, due to the weakness of the one she served, Malum would make do.

"...As you wish, as representative of Darth Empyrean, Emperor of the Sith, and ruler of their Empire, the terms which we lay are as follows, in exchange for peace to be declared between the Sith Empire and the Empire of the Lost, the Empire of the Lost accepts the annexation of the Tion, Ferrix, Morlana One, and Felucia into the Sith Empire, the Empire of the Lost agrees to halt any further expansion northwards, the Empire of the Lost shall accept Darth Malum as a permanent advisor and ambassador at Lianna, and pay financial compensation to his office, to be sent to the Sith Empire for an indefinite period. In exchange, the Tsis'Kaar, of which serve Darth Malum shall be offered to aid the Empire of the Lost in the defeat of the Tingel Arm Coalition, and the Sith Empire shall open its borders to the Empire of the Lost for trade of which the Empire of the Lost currently lacks."

There were many concessions there, and no doubt with the jingoists in the room would have an instinctive desire to reject it. Yet, there was a method to the madness, the easiest to accept, was that the Empire of the Lost had... indeed lost, the war, they were ceding systems which had already been lost. They had lost their emperor, and while they guarded their northern border, their enemies would be on the prowl to their east, victorious as they had been, it was not total victory.

So his ploy, offering his assistance.

And of course, the political matter, the Empire of the Lost remained isolated upon the galactic stage, that they were speaking to the Elysian Empire might have been indicative enough of that, but between arguments of who the true imperials were with the Dark Empire, the antipathy clearly shown to Mor- Mandalorians, and the Galactic Alliance having clearly shown their dislike, and the less said of the Tingel Arm Coalition the better...

... That, as hardline as Velran's hatred of the Sith might have been, for this Empire, their best prospects might have indeed lain with their erstwhile foes.

Yet, though Malum could think of all this, it was after all, far out of his hands.

"...If an agreement is made, I would be ready to offer all which I know of the Tingel Arm Coalition," Beneath the mask, his eyes flashed dangerously, "...Indeed, I have already concocted the strategy to defeat them in a singular move."

His coup de grace.

Maldor Mecetti Orion_Knight Karl Von Strauss Zonn Geist Marcus Bastion Rex Valhoun Darth Rasnuhl Teckla Tane Aculia Voland Kanni Ugaiya Kilran Vilissa Pormenn
Mentioned: Darth Empyrean

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

Objective 2: Line Unbroken
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Maldor felt some uneasiness as Teckla spoke in such a way so as to mitigate the Empress' authority. She was positioning herself to be in charge by controlling the woman who was heir to the Empire. Any hint that the Moffs at large would be advisors was probably a lie. Teckla would assume some superior mantle.

Reagent. Chief Advisor. Grand Moff. The role might take any number of names. But in the end, it would be the controlling interest. Teckla would be Empress in fact, if not in name, if she was allowed to speak for Kanni.

His gaze shifted to Malum.

Malum wanted a promise that he could keep what he'd taken. In return, he offered an alliance. Military, and Trade.

Maldor stood.

Did Malum not know that he was asking for one of his sectors? That he was asking for Maldor to accept the permanent loss of territory within his personal administrative zone?

"Tion is my territory. If you thought you could keep it indefinitely, you wouldn't ask for us to relinquish it to you indefinitely."

He paused, then added.

"The small enclave of the Sith Order which is positioned rimward of our borders is in greater need of trade to support itself than we are. You gain more from a trade deal."

He shook his head, and went on, "And we are well on our way to defeating our enemies without your aid."

That was far less certain, but he wasn't going to admit a single shade of weakness.

"You've offered us three things that benefit you more than they benefit us. And of course, you've asked us to pay you a salary to boot... once we install you and your intelligence apparatus into a position where you can thoroughly undermine us in the future."

He spread his hands, "I hope this is merely the first offer. The one we are meant to reject out of hand.

And I hope your second offer is better."




Maldor Mecetti Orion_Knight Karl Von Strauss Zonn Geist Marcus Bastion Rex Valhoun Darth Rasnuhl Teckla Tane Aculia Voland Kanni Ugaiya Kilran Vilissa Pormenn Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Objective 2: Line Unbroken

The masked face turned its attention towards the new voice, on one hand, it was unexpected by its very nature, an interruption when he had thought that the Grandmaster would be the one to lead these talks. Yet, expected by the very nature of things, or perhaps more aptly, the nature of the one that though a Sith, seemed to have his vision as antithetical to all things Sith.

"I believe, Moff Mecetti, you misunderstand the reasoning of my terms, the Malsheem and the Mors Mon have no doubts that they could hold Tion, should any foolishness occur, but it is the way of peace, that we remove any points of friction, it would after all, hardly a trustworthy peace if we are claiming each other's systems by the time the ink has dried," It would be Darth Trigonus that would be the most impacted by the loss of his precious Tion, would it not? Alas, there was not much value left for him, even if he could accomplish the impossible and retake his old world.

He tilted his head the Moff continued, "If that is your opinion, then it shall remain so, alas, you should be aware that the vassal state retains support and trade both through the tribute of surrounding systems outside of the Caldera, but too, the Hypergate, at Florrum." The slightest twinge of pronunciation, to most a quirk of an accent, to Darth Trigonus.

He knew exactly what had happened at Florrum.

"...Is it a common event for the Imperials of Lianna to lose their head of state and government as they are well on their way to defeat their enemies?"

It had been a mistake of Malum's, he had thought the jingoists would have come out from Darth Rasnuhl, but to have discounted Darth Trigonus... a mistake to not be repeated.

"...Alas, I do believe that those who are on the backfoot at the point of a war's conclusion, are certainly the ones that make more of the concessions, and no... I dispute the characterisation of the compensation as a salary... consider it reparations, reperations which I imagine shall not even be an expense, as trade returns to your systems." Admittedly, that was only a guess, but as far as he saw, it seemed that these Imperials had been embargoed by much of the galaxy, the Trade Federation's efforts the most famous of them all, the Sith might have perhaps not been much better when it came to friends in the galaxy, but with corporations still much in their favour, and a willingness and stomach to extract resources that went beyond most moralities in Lianna, Jutrand had been in better position, by his measure, if far from healthy.

Then the last point... and simple enough to counter, "I offer a Dark Councillor's aid, only as I imagined it would make terms more palatable, yet, if you do not trust me, which is your right, I can remove it from the board. Still, if you do wish for aid against the Tingel Arm Coalition, I would be willing to accept the supervision of whoever you believe most able to contain me, be it your Crusaders, Inquisitors or New Imperial Security Bureau," That he saw through the potential of this, was far from surprising, and would be far from a loss at the end of the day... the Fifth Wing would still embed themselves deeper, with or without his presence.

Of course, there was one last move.

"Darth Trigonus... your master lay slain, you were let free only as I believed you free from her influence... yet, if you are not..." An accusation from a Sith that one of the Moffs standing before them was a Sith, might not be taken at face value.

But the suspicion that the Moff Council might be compromised...

...Well that would be interesting indeed.

Maldor Mecetti Orion_Knight Karl Von Strauss Zonn Geist Marcus Bastion Rex Valhoun Darth Rasnuhl Teckla Tane Aculia Voland Kanni Ugaiya Kilran Vilissa Pormenn
Mentioned: Darth Carnifex Darth Empyrean

 

[Karl Von Strauss]

Objective: II - Line Unbroken
Location: Secure Meeting room, Imperial Complex, Lianna City, Lianna
Outfit: White Uniform Tunic with Utility Belt, Black Pants, and Boots. (He currently is not wearing a rank insignia)
Equipment: Handheld datapad

After being addressed by Darth Malum Karl sat down. He cataloged everything within his mind as everyone continued to talk. He listened to the thoughtful words of the Elysium King and nodded in response. He spoke sincerely about becoming allies and Karl couldn't detect any malice in his words. Although, he could sense unease in his voice, ah he thought, another that isn't fond of public speaking.

He was glad that Teckla took the reigns of the meeting, he was still fresh blood to the council and was afraid that he'd trip up if he kept in the lead. She had opened the way for peace negotiations given the new empress' mourning period. Darth Malum gave his terms, the annexation of four systems, the stoppage of any expansions northward, and an ambassadorship with pay. All in all, simple terms for peace, but perhaps ones meant to be dismissed and built upon, as most negotiations go.

Moff Mecetti was quick to rebuke said terms, Tion was, after all, part of the Moff's lost territory. Any Imperial worth their salt would want to reclaim it, especially the one overseeing it. Maldor also called to challenge the Sith's ability to supply the caldera, but in his assessment forgot the existence of the hypergate at Florrum, a fact that would likely be called out in Malum's retort. Mecetti's third and fourth points were sound, we were well on to defeating the TAC without Sith intervention, yes the Emperor's death surely threw a wrench into certain things.

However, the Empire of the Lost's government wasn't built with the idea of a central leader, that part was added afterward when Velran announced himself Emperor. Yet even after that he still leaned on the support of the Moff Council even if he threatened to kill them at a misstep. The Empire would be back on its way after a mourning period, they had the new Empress after all, so, no central figure was lost merely a "changing of the guard."

The fourth point of Maldor's was something that bothered Karl as well, the Sith wanted us to pay him reparations of all things, what for? Did they not already defeat us at Tion, was that not reparations enough, a system with not one but three industrialized moons? They hardly needed the credits, of course, wars were expensive, but Tion was surely a boon to their war chest.

Then came the Darth's retort, everything that Karl had expected and more.

"I have to be honest Darth Malum, these terms of yours, while founded, are barely worth their salt. Firstly, why would you deny us northward expansion? Why inadvertently hurt yourself? While the Caldera is your vassal state and is not currently in battle with the Galactic Alliance, that is because you have three buffers before they'd reach your precious holy worlds." He was talking about the Dark Empire, the Neo-Crusaders, and the Empire. The Alliance would have to march through all three of them to get to the caldera, "Secondly, while yes we lost to you at Tion, we bounced back rather quickly, the same could be said after the death of an Emperor. Would you too, not be enraged if your Imperial Majesty was felled in battle; wouldn't you want to stomp out the bugs that claimed him?"

He would give the Sith time to respond before continuing, "Continuing, personally, I don't see a major problem having an ambassador from the Sith if we are to reach peace, but only if we get an ambassador to you as well. And if you are to be an advisor I don't see why our ambassador cannot be one as well." Equity was what he was trying to sell at the moment. Something to further the peace talks. "Although, about your reparations, as someone who's only recently gotten a look behind the curtain at expenses, I'd be fine with giving you a commission for being an advisor; as long as the majority of it went to the people of Tion, Ferrix, Felucia, and Morlana One. The people of those systems need reparations more than a Lord." He made sure there was a certain inflection in the last word.

He took another sip of water. He wasn't used to speaking like this, needing to think out every word to not offend anyone. He wished to be back in his engineering bay, but this was more important than that. Securing the homefront was something he had planned to do since the creation of the Nucleus, the Hawks, and Avrils. The last few creations of his had been designed to defend, and these talks were no different than those instruments.

Tags: Maldor Mecetti | Darth Rasnuhl | Darth Malum of House Marr | Teckla Tane | Zonn Geist | Marcus Bastion | Rex Valhoun | Aculia Voland | Kanni Ugaiya Kilran | Orion_Knight​

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Objective 2: Line Unbroken

It was the next voice which was rather disappointing, he had measured Moff von Strauss to be a man of different temperament, he had expected him to be a man more sanguine than choleric... and indeed, he was not entirely nixed, but strangely enough he would have liked to have an ally in these negotiations out of the old man.

Alas.

"Moff von Strauss, you cannot seriously be asking why we would oppose any further northern expansion, the Caldera has been at war with the Alliance for quite some time, even with the existence of the Moridinizids, our heretical cousins, and the Empire of the Lost in their way, suffice it to say we know that the security of the Caldera is for the Sith to determine, no inadvertent buffer," Truly of all terms, this was the one which he thought might have been the most controversial... though, he would also admit that most of the terms had their own share of controversies, still, no sovereign state enjoyed having their ability to act be tempered in any way.

It was difficult to not smile, even if he was protected by the visual obstruction which his mask offered. Would you too, not be enraged if your Imperial Majesty was felled in battle? Oh, Bogan.

It was difficult not to smile.

"Certainly, but in the same breath, if we had lost systems, if we had lost the Emperor, I would not be shocked to imagine that the rest of the galaxy no matter what our truth strength was, might gaze at us and think we were in a moment of weakness, is such thinking beyond the warrant of the Moff Council?" They could bluster and deny all that they wanted, but they had lost at Tion, and whether they won this first round against their new enemy or not, they had lost their Emperor to do so.

And Empires rarely had Emperors to spare.

The smile finally came upon his lips, "If you wish for one of your Moffs to take up permanent station upon Jutrand, we shall hardly oppose it, as for them advising... well, they might try, but we Sith are always so... prickly towards outsiders, I cannot say they would be taken seriously," The first point should have cut down the idea where it was, most Moffs in this room were not force sensitive, the ones that were, he doubted could travel the galaxy in mere seconds, but perhaps they would surprise him, "...Of course you might consider the same for me, I do not deny it, you have very little reason to trust me, but I believe my record speaks for itself, and remains unblemished, I leave it to you if you wish to..." His mask turned towards Darth Rasnuhl, "...Take advice from a Sith."

The last words were enough for the smile to remain, unfettered behind the mask, "I hardly disagree, rest assured, I would wish the credits to reach the hands of those most affected by the war, and only to the benefit of the people."

Maldor Mecetti Orion_Knight Karl Von Strauss Zonn Geist Marcus Bastion Rex Valhoun Darth Rasnuhl Teckla Tane Aculia Voland Kanni Ugaiya Kilran Vilissa Pormenn
Mentioned: Darth Empyrean

 

[Teckla Tane]

Objective II: Line Unbroken​

Objective: Set the Empire on a path to the future
Location: Secure meeting room, Imperial Complex, Lianna City, Lianna
Outfit: Crusader Robes
Equipment: See Bio
Tags: The Voice of the Lost | Maldor Mecetti | Darth Malum of House Marr | Orion_Knight | Karl Von Strauss | Zonn Geist | Marcus Bastion | Rex Valhoun | Darth Rasnuhl | Aculia Voland | Kanni Ugaiya Kilran | Vilissa Pormenn
Dialogue Key: ”Galactic Basic” | <<Telepathic Communication>>

<<Peace is a lie my friends, he has said it himself in this very meeting. Whatever terms are agreed to here they are temporary. Either until they don’t meet their needs, or ours. One way or another this alliance will end in blood. Don’t think in absolutes…>> It was a gentle statement pushed through the Force to Moffs Mecetti, Von Strauss and Rasnuhl. The terms of the Sith’s ”peace” were a bit inflammatory. Perhaps on purpose, perhaps because they had beaten the Empire of the Lost on Tion and felt the strides the Empire had made since that battle did not make them any less the red headed step-child of the Sith Empire. No matter what the reasons, the terms would always be in motion. That was the nature of how Empires utilized perceived power.

Maldor and Karl both were rightly a bit offended with what the Sith suggested. They gave verbal arguments that Malum shot down quickly showing no signs of completely pulling away from any of his demands. ”Strength. Power. Victory. The path to freedom in the beliefs of the Sith. They’re all quite fickle. Wouldn’t you say Darth Malum? We can throw all the absolutes around that we wish in this negotiation. But we both know quite well that nothing agreed to here will be indefinite. That’s just not the nature of the Sith, or in the Legacy of Kilran.”

It was a subtle reminder outloud of the message she had just sent to her allies to keep a calm. ”Our Empire has many pokers in the fire. Great aspirations and multiple threats to seeing our dreams become reality. Tion, Ferrix, Morlana One, and Felucia have been won in battle. Something that this Empire respects. Your Sith have put their fingerprint on Tion. As Moff Mecetti has stated this is within his territorial influence. I think if there could be some sort of cooperation in what happens on Tion going forward there can be an amicable existence. Tion after all could be used to choke off a lot of trade within the Tion Cluster. While the Empire of the Lost may not dispute Sith occupation of the system. It will be important that said occupation not disrupt internal Imperial trade.”

Malum instilling himself as a permanent advisor was a bit of a shock. It just seemed like a way to be in a position to place her Empire under his thumb when desired. ”The wisdom of Darth Malum may be respected and used by members of the Imperial leadership going forward. As long as we remain friends you would have a place at any table you are invited to. I hope there is no offense given that we would not give you an Imperial title beyond that of Ambassador.”

Offer of trade and aid via the organization that had been deemed responsible for killing the former Staff Director of the NISB, thus creating a bit of an intelligence free for all in the Empire was a strange suggestion. At least when pushed the Sith accepted that his participation within the Empire of the Lost would need be supervised. At the mention of the Crusaders Teckla gave a smirk. It may be her organization who oversaw Malum and his Tsis'Kaar, but it would not be her cadre of soldiers that did so, not when off the battlefield at least. ”You will understand hesitance to trust the Tsis'Kaar at this time, I hope?”

Moff Von Strauss seemed to have the most problem with limitation to the advancement of the Empire. If Teckla was honest that was the one the bit deeper than the others to her as well. Though if Tion were in her territory she might have focused there. ”As to trade. It seems that both sides seem comfortable with their current positions, so I don’t see any opposition to closing off borders at this time. It is the intent of the Empire of the Lost to be completely self-sufficient, but closing off opportunities seems to be a fool's errand. The suggestions to where and how the Empire is able to expand moving forward is a bit troubling to me. While I understand the desire to have a buffer zone between the territories held by our Empires, there is surely no harm being done to Sith power in the Caldera were our Empire to take systems the likes of Cholganna and Etti IV, or Toprawa and Barison. All technically ‘North” should one plot them on a star map. Instead of vague directional limitations on expansion. Perhaps the Sith safezone can be specifically negotiated by sector or system?”

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Malum felt a shift in the Force, eyes drawn towards the Grandmaster, she had done something, though what exactly it was he could hardly tell confidently, even if some theories ran through his mind. It seemed with Darth Trigonus and Moff von Strauss held off, for now, the Grandmaster was returning to the fray. Another individual to juggle, with her own wants and needs, and Malum's ability to read each and all of them, essential to bringing peace to this end of the galaxy.

No pressure.

"...Hardly fickle, but in all fairness, I would not expect a non-Sith to know. Perhaps once these proceedings are over, we might discuss those specific philosophies," Malum countered, noticing thus far the silence out of the rest of the room, perhaps indeed, this Grandmaster would take leadership here.

Malum was unsure if that would be for his good, or his ill, "As for the permanence of this arrangement, if what the last hundred years have taught the galaxy is true, nothing is quite permanent, and is always constantly shifting, but as for if this arrangement should last, that will be entirely up to us, not some nature or legacy to determine." It would be their will to follow Kilran, and they hardly could be named experts on the nature of the Sith.

And there were far too many who imagined they knew his people.

"The Empire of the Lost must accept that Tion is lost to her," Malum retorted point blankly, it had been the state of circumstances for quite some time, if they thought they could retake it, why had they not? "We guarantee that no disruptions to internal Imperial trade shall take place, of a system that is now certainly outside of the Empire of the Lost," Even if Malum could accept such cooperation, which he would not, Bogan knew neither Kaine nor Empyrean would either.

Malum offered a smile beneath his mask, "If that is what you are most comfortable with, I hope that I shall prove to each of my new comrades here, that I only wish to see the shared prosperity of our twin aegis, I can only hope to serve Lianna as dutifully as I have served Jutrand," He noticed her smirk, it certainly promises much intrigue in their future, "Of course, I do not expect you all to trust me now, perhaps ever, but I shall do my utmost to be worthy of it."

They never would, not wholly, he was confident, but trust meant little, as long as he ould provide them with what they needed. They may always be suspicious of him, but they could never question him if he was ever beyond reproach.

He raised an eyebrow at her declination, yet shrugged his shoulders on acceptance, if such was what they wanted, "My aim is only to reduce the friction betweeen our borders and achieve security for both sides, in consideration of such, and taking note of what you desire, the so-called Sith safezone which I propose, would have the Empire of the Lost pledge to not enter the systems of," Malum turned his head to consider the galactic map in front of them all, "Cholgana, Fangol, Malachor V, Kadavo, Zygerria, Ammuud, Bonadan, Lur, Cadomai, Ruuria, Ventooine, Telos, Pho Ph'eah, Ord Radama, Kushibah, and Vaal," Malum allowed himself a breath, it would seem like a lot, however, most of those systems were far from the concern of the Empire of the Lost, "And of course covering the systems within such bounds."

Spoiler: Map

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Maldor Mecetti Orion_Knight Karl Von Strauss Zonn Geist Marcus Bastion Rex Valhoun Darth Rasnuhl Teckla Tane Aculia Voland Kanni Ugaiya Kilran Vilissa Pormenn
Mentioned: Darth Empyrean Darth Carnifex