Dominion The Imperial Conference at Tion [All Imperials, Spies, and Racers/Gladiators Welcome!] -EOTL Dominion of Tion.

[Schemes of the Lost]

The Imperial Conference at Tion

Objective I: Diplomatic Reception and Mingling

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Hosted at the exact midway point between the two suns of the Tion system on the Bulwark II Star Destroyer the Pride of Lianna and guarded by a powerful fleet, a diplomatic reception is being held to bolster the Empire’s standing and legitimacy with other Imperial factions and to encourage intermingling amongst the notables of the Empire. Invitations, guarantees of security, and in some cases immunity from prosecution have been handed out to every notable Imperial Remnant faction in anticipation of this. Come mingle and get to know the members of the Empire of the Lost better and help play a role in how your faction is viewed by it for better or for worse or make some connections with your fellow Imperials! There are also opportunities for spies from hostile powers to infiltrate to try to get a scoop on what is happening and for counterintelligence agents to try to deal with them without disrupting the party.

OOC Note: If you do end up in combat or the like and your story goes that way spies, please have it occur outside the main room in a secluded area and be mindful of the setting with tons of Imperial security everywhere!

Objective II: Gladiatorial Games

For those more interested in combat rather than conversation a series of gladiatorial games will be held in the ship’s training rooms. Face off against man or beast and prove yourself among the galaxy’s strongest warriors. Unknown Credits will be rewarded to those who write particularly interesting battles or stories and the winners will have a chance to intermingle at the reception and be acknowledged for their victories later.

Objective III:Space Race

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Want to prove yourself a true racer? The Empire is sponsoring a sublight race around the sector. Your course will take you from the starting line at the Pride of Lianna around the twin suns, past the three orbiting moons, across Tion itself, and then finally returning to the Star Destroyer. Prizes will be given out for first, second, and third place and a chance to mingle with the elites of the Empire upon your return.

OOC Note: Roll dice to decide who is in the lead! The race will last until everyone has done five posts and we can tally up the dice count.

Tags: Marlon Sularen Katherin DuPorcelen Felix Von Braun Velran Kilran Jovdev Coypin Jean Valkier Myri Dara Sasi Wynter Vivian thretis "Wraith" DS-435-2 Amiggie Lutih Priscilla Taika Yukan Lucretia Lister Valerian Draak Tibera Jessen The Vulptex Tragic Writer Natima Vando Ignatius Rausgeber Nikolai Messervy Khrusaes Akron Michael Barran Aurelian Sigismund Hadiss II Fac FN-999 Trug Zigash Minako Aoki-Barran Liin Terallo Viktor Vincent Coyle Kastav Volff

 

[Aculia Voland]

Objective I: Diplomatic Reception

Aculia stood on the bridge of the Pride of Lianna posture tense and lips pursed as she glanced out at the ocean of stars that could be seen from its central position in the Tion cluster between its twin suns. She felt the strain of her position even more acutely these days than when she carried out a battle or had to tackle the mountains of paperwork that came with being the Moff of the Empire’s capital system and the Grand Moff’s right hand woman. Today was a day more important than either of those two, today was a day to show the various Imperial Remnant factions that her Empire meant business yet was also open to cooperation against the multitude of threats that faced every Imperial throughout the galaxy. Today was a chance to form alliances and connections that would be critical to her people’s survival against the multitude of threats that loomed on the horizon from the great devouring Leviathan of the corrupt Galactic Alliance to the insidious manipulations and all-too-close territory of the Sith Order. Today was a chance to show that she had matured from simply an underling of the former Elysium Empire 25 years ago into a power of her own right.

So many attendees and so much to do….keeping them all secure, making sure no one murders each other, addressing the whispers that we are simply pretend Imperials unworthy and unwilling to hold onto such a title. My son and daughter have been out there from Chaldea to Stygeon Prime trying to show the galaxy through blood and toil that we are a force that is to be reckoned with and I have to show them that their efforts are not in vain. I have to walk out of this conference having strengthened our position with our fellow Imperials somewhat or at least making sure they are not our enemies. Threats abound everywhere across the stars and we are few, so few, alone.

Soon enough her personal handmaid, Sestia, arrived, dutifully showing up with an untapped bottle of her favorite Corellian wine, a luxury more and more precious these days given the Final Dawn’s harassment of the Corellian Trade run. She sighed as she uncorked the bottle and poured it into a glass, taking a few sips from her black-gloved hand as she did so. Just another reason to the already enormous list of reasons why greater Imperial coordination was necessary.

“Is it time?” She asked, taking another sip of the precious alcohol, something she would have to moderate later on in the reception to keep her wits about her.

“Just about if you are to meet the first of the delegates and if you think the security arrangements are sufficient.”

“I would think thirty Star Destroyers is sufficient to ward off any undo aggression, but our officers have prepared for any eventuality. No one should be foolish enough to start a battle here today given the current galactic situation.”

Or seek to grandstand, you hope.

Finishing off the only glass that she would actually finish tonight and placing it next to the bottle on the tray Sestia presented to her, she straightened up and smoothed out any of the errant wrinkles that still remained and steeled herself for the events to come. Nodding to Sestia and her personal Deathtrooper honor guard that already awaited her departure she left the bridge and made her way down to the hangar to ensure that everything went off to a smooth beginning and that every guest felt that they were given a welcome worthy of their status, a variety of soldiers already on display and in the proper position.

 

[Shar Orime]

Obj 1

Wasn't the first time Shar was deep undercover in Imp territory.

Last time he was undercover that was when the New Imperial Order evolved into the Empire. SIA wanted the details behind their meteoric rise to power. Shaar went in disguised in the same clothing he was wearing under the guise of a businessman named: Albert Wesker. That was his wife's suggestion much to Shar's embarrassment, but the infiltration was successful, and he got the info necessary. But that was years ago and Shaar retired much to the shock of the SIA. He wanted to spend more time with his wife who was working as the head of a Genetic Research facility on Lakonia. Shaar worked as a Computer Engineer for a major corporation and was living a relatively quiet life, until one day his house was destroyed and his wife was missing.

Since then, Sharr returned to the SIA fully intent on finding her though the problem with the SIA is that their concerns always come first. So Sharr was forced to work with them but at the same time, he wanted to look for his wife. But yet so far, he had no leads on her whereabouts which was frustrating and distressing. But right now, Sharr had to concentrate, the SIA was concerned about the presence of the Empire of the Lost and wanted to sew some discontent. Let's if he can't do it here.

 

[Aurelian Sigismund]

THE GRIFFIN OF ZAKUUL

HEGEMON OF VANDEMAR AND ZAKUUL
MOFF OF VANDEMAR
IMPERATOR OF THE GRAND LEGION
EXARCH OF ZAKUUL

TION SYSTEM | ETERNAL TRIUMPH | EXITING HYPERSPACE
PART I

Aurelian Sigismund stood on the bridge of His flagship, observing how the blue glow and twirl of hyperspace passed by. He marveled the view, it had a beauty in it and yet such a power that it was perfect. It was nature at its best, made available by the breakthroughs of science and technology, allowing the sentients of this Galaxy to actually reach out to each other, to communicate and to meet. To set aside differences, form nations, empires - and to wage war on each other. His brow twitched as his thoughts got there. War was the sum of all politics and ambitions, if fought with credits, guns or manpower, it mattered not. And it was the tool of the self-righteous, the pretenders and the power-hungry, it was a means with no end unless those that made it possible were restored to power.

His research about this 'Empire of the Lost' left him unconclusive if it was interesting or not. They seemed extremely hollow in their approach and beliefs, pushing an imperial structure and banner forward which they curiously connect to something which was 'lost'. Imperials are never lost, they are not losing sight of their goals and they are not allowing convenience to take precedence over confidence. This remnant is clearly that, a remnant, built by cheap alliances, convenient treaties and pure desperation. The Sith are coming. The Alliance is coming. And now they want to see the other imperial factions to validate them? It was interesting, to say it positively, diplomatically.

The battlecruiser exited hyperspace next to its twin-sister, the Eternal Ambition, and were now facing the Tion System. Just as for hyperspace, the system with two cyan stars had a certain beauty, a purity to it which was probably quite unfitting for the occasion. The two ships were gliding through the void, the presence of the Lost Ones fleet was more than obvious, but the ships systems under its GEMINI captain hailed the strangers and transmitted codes and purpose of this appearance. Aurelian wondered whos idea this was. Invite all imperials to a place, no security standards or enforced weapon restrictions, just a fleet. He brought his flagship and a sister of it, neither intending to show force, nor to intimidate, he did not care about that, but if some upstart 'imperial' wanted to eliminate the leadership of a certain faction, then at least he had units to work with.

As the two ships moved towards the meeting point, so did the Hegemon start moving, heading towards the hangar where a Shield Host of Zakuulan Knights waited for him as escort. Together he would board a shuttle and leave the bowels of the flagship together with a group of Knights and two fighters as escorts, heading for the Pride of Lianna as invited.

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TION SYSTEM | PRIDE OF LIANNA | HANGAR BAY
PART II

The Zakuulan would spend his brief time in the shuttle with little else than going through data from Vandemar and Zakuul, two planets to oversee and billions of people to administrate. Both touched by spectacular history, but it was just the beginning for both of them. Their time would come again and he was making sure of it. Though it remained to be seen if anything in that regard was to be achieved today, entirely depending on the guests and what the tone of the 'conference' would be. He did not check with the other New Imperial Warlords who would make their appearance here today, though he hoped that it was either none or only specific individuals, otherwise this might turn into the party he certainly had no desire to attend.

The shuttle set in the designated hangar bay, the two fighters flying off to the sides to return to a more distanced but nearby position. The former would slowly turn its hull in the hangar before setting down with the hissing and speaking of pneumatics and decompression before lowering the ramp of the ship smoothly onto the deck.

Aurelian left the shuttle together with his Zakuulan Knights, four in front of him and four behind him, naturally their pikes would emit their blue blades, but for the sake of a probably tense situation, they were turned off. His mighty figure would approach the welcoming party, the heavy steps of his armored gilded sabatons echoing like the titans walking among the living. He was considerably larger than anyone else present so far, his massive golden power armour with rich engravings and ornaments only supporting this sight. A cape of blue and with golden stitchings was falling from his shoulders and a large sword was sheathed at his side, one of his hands peacefully resting on the pommel.

So the conference had begun.

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[Suutis Roodmlesk]

The soft glow of hyperspace would begin to diminish as the Trade Federation Fleet composed of six Trade Federation X-Series Recession Class Super Carriers emerged over the Tion System with the powerful roar of their ion engines as they moved very slowly towards the formidable battle line of the Empire of the Lost. There was little concern from the mostly droid crew about conflict occurring between the Federation and the Lost Empire over the system but if such an event did happen.

Then the empire would be little match against the formidable power of the federation's latest naval carrier design. The Geonosian Archduke Hadiss II the Uniter had heard only rumors circulating through the corporate underground about this emerging imperial superpower in the 'Empire of the Lost' and the invitation received from them confirmed as much.

Although their current influence paled in comparison to the New Imperial Order/Empire which the Trade Federation had pumped vast sums of credits into since their founding rebellion against the Reigning Sith Empire so long ago. But they could provide useful in opening new markets to goods and services of aligned corporations under the thumb of the Trade Federation.

The Leading Flagship "Poggle the Lesser" halted just a few yards away from the imperial fleet. Sending a droid controlled shuttle from one of the main side hangers towards the Pride of Lianna which was to host the Imperial Conference and the many delegations that would arrive to analyze this new power. Once the shuttle landed, the Geonosian Arch-Duke would depart from it on a mechno-chair accompanied by his translator droid and elite geonosian bodyguards.

 

[Katherin DuPorcelen]

Tags: Aculia Voland Shar Orime Aurelian Sigismund Hadiss II the Uniter
Location: Staring - Bridge of the ENS Requiem; Ending - Hangar of the Pride of Lianna
Objective: 1 - Diplomatic Reception and Mingling
Equipment: In Bio

Much of my time has been spent within the territory of my new home within the Empire of the Lost. While a great opportunity to secure my grasp over Lotho Minor, it also has become an opportunity to become more than just the Baroness of a junkyard planet. I still believe in the ways of the Eternal Empire that I once served faithfully all those years ago. This new Empire that has sprung up near Tion, a sector known for being the home for Empires, has now truly become just as much of my home as the Unknown Regions. While possibly seen as a mongrel hybrid of various Empires' servivors, this mixture may be its greatest strength where we all combine to take what made our former nations strong to make an Empire stronger than ever before.

This was an investment not fully in fruition though. I still kept failsafes if this dream and hope was all for naught. I was sure to gain as much strength as possible from this Empire while it stood if it was not to stand forever. All these thoughts stewed in my mind as I sat in my command chair on the bridge of the Requiem. However, this would be the first time in years the ENS Requiem was not with Eternal ships. Battlegroup Scourge was back at Lotho Minor protecting the heart of of my assets. Today, the Requiem was accompanied by new daughter ships requisitioned from the Empire of the Lost's stock. The technology was new, but I could at least count on the Iron Legion naval soldiers to run them properly if this summit devolves into madness in the void.

While I was of the hosting delegation, I arrived late due to matters of bringing the worlds I controlled into line. While it was not at the point of open rebellion, the decaying city worlds the Grand Moff allotted me were still home to those who were not the most obedient of citizens. I planned on changing that, and doing whatever possible to ensure that the worlds of Chandaar and Desevro become loyal and productive planets of the Empire. If I could bring Lotho Minor to heel, they will be no different.

The other fleets present had various signals. One I found somewhat familiar though. Zakuul. That was once part of the Eternal Empire's domain, and a key world of its realm in the Unknown Regions. However, it seemed they were more Zakuulan than Eternal, which I found unsurprising but also disappointing. A presence from the Trade Federation was not incredibly surprsing either. A major political summit with ambitious Imperials drew them like moths to a flame. As a woman of business myself, it was easy to see that motive.

"Comms!"
"Aye, ma'am!"
"Send a signal to the Pride of Lianna. Let Moff Voland know we have arrived for additional security and Moff DuPorcelen is here as part of the Empire's delegation as requested."
"Sending the signal to the Pride of Lianna."
The fleet made its way to add to the formation of Moff Voland's, and any others from the hosting delegation's, ships. I then began making my way to the shuttle in order to board the hosting vessel. I was in my standard uniform. Eternal tailorship, with the regalia for a Baroness present among the Empire of the Lost's regalia for an Admiral and Moff present as well.
"Star.", I coldly said before the AI's figure appeared through a shimmering vortex at my side.
"Hello again, Moff DuPorcelen.", she said in her cheerful manner as usual, "What do you request of me?"
"Monitor the scans from the foreign ships that arrive here. Make sure the Requiem and our fleet, and the rest of the Empire of the Lost's fleet if possible, is fully aware of the happenings from our guests. I want no surprises from these other Imperials that may try to test us."
"Of course, Moff DuPorcelen. I will see it done. Will that be all?"
"Yes, Star. That is all."
"Very well then, Moff DuPorcelen.", in a matter of seconds her holographic form shimmered away.

The shuttle approached the alloted hangar. The pistons on the landing mechanism hissed as the shuttle landed in full. With me, an escort of Ultranauts who formerly served the Eternal Empire but now serve again as part of the Iron Legion. Eight of them surrounded me, all looking like visages of merciless death underneath their helms and armor. Their heavy blaster rifles at a rested, but ready position. From here, it was to go to the chamber on this vessel where the meeting would be held. Time to see how I would fair in diplomacy after only being present for times when diplomacy failed or was never an option to begin with.

 

[Michael Barran]

1st Post

-EOTL DOMINION OF TION-

CAIRN_ONE
RINGLEADER OF THE PELLAEONIST CLIQUE
LORD-REGENT IN EXILE
DRUID-GRANDMASTER OF THE HIGHLAND BROTHERHOOD

TAGS: Aculia Voland Hadiss II the Uniter Katherin DuPorcelen
FN-999 Aurelian Sigismund Minako Aoki-Barran

TO DEFY THE STARS II: A NEST OF DANGERS - PART 1

Conference Reception, The Pride of Liarra
Tion Star-System (Late-Summer 900 ABY)

Interesting little collective we have here, Barran.
Remain observant - your future depends on it.... Ironic.

But with Aurelian, Nines an' oor Mari here - I miss nothing.
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Sighing as the guards opened the doors, the mask of focus was applied once more, accepting two glasses of champagne with a kindly,'Thank you.', before delicately passing one to his granddaughter in the hopes neither Michael himself nor Mari would spill any. After all, first impressions always stuck, and for as long as the I.M.P were out to make their presence felt, all eyes would be turned with scrutiny. Fortunately for the Tattered Regent, however, his damaged eyesight wasn't so much a factor that night, and certainly not with contact lenses that had been applied on the way.

'Now, where are the others?'

With eyesight still working well enough for the task, the Woad's gaze scanned across the room, though not for long; the Vandemarian giant wasn't difficult to find, and with Aurelian as his point of reference, it didn't take long to find the other I.M.P-delegates either. Unknowingly bringing a smirk to Lord Michael's face, unknowingly resembling that which his father was renowned for expressing, Barran then drawled,'Heh! Our friends made it before us by the looks of it, an' its best we stick together for this one.... We'll have the measure of our enemies' commitments here tonight - one way or the other. Lets go.', starting his approach at a leisurely-stroll so as not to give impressions of hastiness or over-enthusiasm.

 

[Minako Aoki-Barran]

Objective I: Diplomatic Reception and Mingling.

Mari was far from a fan of big parties and social events. It all felt superficial and fake to her, and the world of politics was filled with nothing but liars and thieves. Alas for her, she just so happened too be a born a Barran. Thus, those plastic pretty galas were required. As usual, Mari pulled on a simple but passable dress and tidied up her hair. She was always the cold, silent one who hung around the refreshments bar. It was something that many older moffs and nobles she never recalled meeting found so amusing - it was the same disposition her mother held at these same kinds of events. Although, she put more effort into looking beautiful.

Those comments usually earned a scoff. And they would comment about how her attitude was not like her mother's. But Mari would just shrug and continue on with her evening.

This event tonight, however, was different from so many others. The Imperial Military Protectorate was an enemy of the Empire Of The Lost, but tonight a leader of the I.M.P., her grandfather, was able to attend one of these meetings. Mari hated being on her best behavior, but she had to. Michael Barran wanted her to come along. For some reason. Thus, here she was, holding a cute little wine glass filled with some kind of alchoholic beverage she never cared for. Following after her grandfather as he rambled on, Mari remained silent. Her apathetic facial expression was quite unimpressive, but she never tried to impress anyone. Though, she liked her grandfather. And so, she followed him to the letter. Tonight, she would engage in these big parties and social events. No matter how superficial and fake they were to her.

For now, she merely followed him like a silent shadow, another thing eerily similar to her mother. She saw Aurelian Sigismund in the crowd and briefly dipped her head in a curt nod of respects. She then reverted her gaze to her grandfather, wondering why she had to be cursed with coming here tonight. She was not good at espionage. She was good at fighting things. Why couldn't he let the Scar Hound raised warrior do that? She had a scowl that clearly said she did not want to be here as the night continued. Poor Barran was bound to notice it eventually.

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[Amiggie Lutih]

Objective II: Gladiatorial Games​

Ami always loved fighting in the pits back in Ord Mantell but this one was a lot different.

For one, it didn't take place underground hidden from society because the old Empire forbade unsanctioned fights. Instead, it took place in the training of the Star Destroyer: The Pride of Lianna. There were also a bunch of fancy dressing rich people instead the rough and tumble blue collar workers that Ami drank and partied with after fights. Ami never liked these smug bastards, sitting up high in their glass towers looking down at people like her. Part of Ami wanted use her Baseball Bat and clobber their heads. Wouldn't that make for a good show?

But Ami volunteered to participate in the gladiatorial fight so she can possibly earn some more pay. Besides, it beats spending her off time cooped up in her room trying to call her parents whom she still has yet to contact. The commanding officer promised to improve communications as soon as they reach Tion but like everything the new Empire says, It was a load of chit. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen!" A Protocol Droid's voice rang through the training hall. "Welcome to this evening's festivities!"

"Is that what they call it?" Ami mused twirling her baseball bat.

"Representing the Empire of the Lost is Corporal Amiggie Luith of the Stormtrooper Corps!"

The bright light was set on Ami as she used her forearm to shield her eyes. Though she didn't see the audience, she can hear them clapping and cheering loudly for her. At least they were just as active as the people back home. "And she will be facing an Acklay! The three eyed beast taken from the watery planet of Vendaxa!"

"Ven what now?" Ami muttered as the light faded away.

"They're known for their high metabolism," The Droid continued. "Which gives them and endless bound of energy but it also makes them really hungry!"

"Wait what?!" Ami shouted. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I DIDN'T SIGN UP TO BE SOME MONSTER'S LUNCH!"

"Will the Stormtrooper survive?!"

"I'd say It's unlikely!"

Safety was never in the Empire's vocabulary but at least the old Empire made sure that their Stormtroopers were taken care of. The Empire of the Lost had no problem throwing their soldiers at monsters to entertain these bloated noble bastards. "Oh frack me! I better get hazard pay!" Ami held her baseball bat up.

"LOWER THE GATES!"

The gates lowered revealing the large Acklay crawling towards the middle of the arena. The crowd roared while Ami sighed. "Well..... I guess beats being bored," she mumbled to herself. "These nobles are sadistic chits."

 

[Nimian Totan]

Objective I: Diplomatic Reception and Mingling

Operation "Meet and Greet"

Nimian preened himself in a mirror located in his personal quarters, making sure his hair and clothes were perfect for the night ahead. In his mind this little soiree would be the perfect grounds to make a splash above his station. The human was soon satisfied with his attire and stepped from his temporary quarters aboard the ship. Nim was probably one of the few imperials who was actually excited about the festivities tonight. Most of those about his age acted like they'd be served hemlock for showing up.

Of course, Nimian was never one to refuse a chance to brown nose those above him. It wasn't his favorite tactic, but some amount of grease needed to be applied to the political wheels from time to time. Tonight would be a perfect opportunity for that, if he could make the right impression.

In the main hall where the conference was happening, Nimian balked at all of the high profile members players he saw. Now there was was a lot more pressure to not mess things up. He took in a deep breath and stepped onto the room proper, first stop was definitely going to be the refreshment table. He would need some wine to help calm the nerves.

Sip on the wine and scout out the room would be the plan of attack. Moffs and Diplomats were a lot more sensitive than the military grunts he often managed. So just stomping up into a conversation might not be the wisest move. At least the wine was nice.

 

[Liin Terallo]

Objective: 1

Perhaps I am out of place here. I am certainly not a part of the super powers. Nor am I a part of any large government with borders stretching beyond it's own planet. But what I am a part of is New Cov; a singular planet with a singular resource not found anywhere else in the Galaxy. That alone gives me some leeway and a cause for invitation. And that resource is biomolecules. Their uses are wide and the strength that they offer is invaluable.

I enter the reception with an outfit less flashy than the others that I have worn to events such as this, but I still stand out amongst all of the uniformed men and women. My ring is forever on hand, helping me to discover whether or not I am near a Force Wizard. They have been known throughout history to manipulate both people and events. I cannot allow myself to fall prey to them if I can help it.

It cannot be expected that I would know anyone here. This is my first mission in this sector of space. The rest of the Board of Directors of the New Cov Biomolecule Company has sought an expansion of the market, and so I had offered to travel the great distance for it. I have gotten rather fond of space travel as of late and seeing new places has become somthing of a thrill for me. And of course there is always the chance of meeting Mr. Right.

But first thing is first. And that is business before pleasure. Of course for me my life revolves almost solely on business, but there is some pressure for me to gain some sort of balance. I just keep pushing it aside for later.

Without a word or herald I walk into the reception. A dark feathered fan rests folded in one of my hands. I tap one of two fingers on it to reassure myself of it's presence while my eyes scan the room for any familiarity. There is none. So with a well practiced smile, poised shoulders, straight back and head held high I begin to make my rounds to scope out a potential contract.

Tag: OPEN

 

[FN-999]

Objective: I
Tags: Aurelian Sigismund | Minako Aoki-Barran | Michael Barran

The Baron of Borosk was, above all else, a realist.
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In its current condition, the Empire he had known and served for over two decades was a dying state. What had remained of a state that had once been among the ranks of the galactic superpowers was now restricted to Niruaun, Borosk, Vandemar, and a few other small holdouts. Most of the old leadership were dead, and those who remained held mere fractions of the power that the Empire once had. Unless a truly revolutionary innovation was made, the old Empire would likely never again rise to its former glory.

On the other hand, the so-called Empire of the Lost appeared to be by all regards on the upswing. Based on what had formerly been a provincial backwater, the Lianna government had produced a whole new generation of leadership whose considerable forces ruled over six systems. By strength alone, the Empire of the Lost held a much stronger claim to the Imperial legacy than Borosk or any other loyalist outpost.

The Baron had jumped ship before, leaving the collapsing First Order behind to join the rising New Imperial Order, and had achieved much more than he could ever have as a First Order stormtrooper. Three decades later, he could do the same, emerging from the shadows and spreading the gospel of Imperialism planet by planet.

Yet, he found himself hesitating.

When the Baron had left the First Order, there was nothing tangible for him to leave behind. While he had suffered emotionally after leaving behind the state that had raised him and given him a purpose for most of his life, he had recovered in time and adapted the ideals of the First Order to his service in the New Imperial Order. However, the Baron had much more at stake now. The 908th Legion, Task Force Citadel, the entire planet of Borosk - they all depended on him. If he shifted allegiances, could he protect all he had worked so hard to produce?

And what of the allies he had made in the Empire? The Seveners, Anobis, Vandemar, and above all else, the Barran clan. If the Baron shifted allegiances, would he be willing to reveal their plans on Galidraan? If it turned into a full-on conflict, would the Baron be willing to fight his fellow Imperials? He had thought he had no qualms with killing fellow Imperials if they threatened the Empire as a whole, and in most cases, it likely remained true. However, the thought of putting a blaster to Michael Barran’s head deeply unsettled him. It wasn’t emotional sentiment or even the memory of Erskine that had him questioning the betrayal, but rather the fact that, quite frankly, he had done nothing wrong in the Baron’s eyes. Could he have done and be doing more to assert his authority over the Empire? Possibly. But he had not weakened the Empire, and continued to provide valuable suggestions into the present day. Killing or even imprisoning Michael would be a self-destructive and overall useless endeavor, depriving the Empire of a capable leader during a time when capable leaders were in short supply.

So the Baron found himself teetering on the edge, unable to make a decision one way or another. He hoped that this meeting would give him the chance to come to his final conclusion. Here, the Baron could size up the leaders of the Empire of the Lost in person and see if they were truly fit for the monumental task ahead of them.

If not, then perhaps he would hold onto his domain for just a little bit longer.

It took the Baron and his stormtrooper escort all of two minutes to find the diplomatic reception.
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He immediately felt gazes shift his way as he entered the room. Many likely knew him as FN-999, commander of the 908th Legion and among of the highest-ranking stormtroopers in the Empire prior to its collapse. Yet even those who didn’t paused to stare as he approached, his towering figure fully encased in stormtrooper armor. The Baron was not taking any chances with his security, and in any case he assumed that if his size alone didn’t paint the picture, most people would recognize that no ordinary stormtrooper came to a high-profile meeting with a stormtrooper escort of his own.

As he passed through the crowd, the Baron found his gaze lock onto one of the few men he knew that rivaled him in height. He turned towards Aurelian Sigsimund, the Griffin of Zakuul, stopping only when he drew close enough to be heard over the commotion. That was when he realized that Michael Barran was also there, alongside a young woman he did not recognize. The woman looked about Mary’s age, and the memory of his daughter produced a feeling he couldn’t quite put words to. He should have instilled more discipline in her, should have taken a more involved role in her education. Perhaps then, she wouldn’t have betrayed him and everything he had raised her to believe.

“Sir, are you okay?” asked a trooper to his right.

Realizing that he had been staring at the woman, he averted his gaze and faced the trooper.

“I’m fine.” replied the Baron.

Returning to attention, he shifted his gaze to Aurelian and Michael.

“I apologize for the delay.” stated the Baron. “Lord Barran, Lord Sigsimund, it’s good to see you.”

 

[Suutis Roodmlesk]

FN-999 Liin Terallo Nimian Totan Aurelian Sigismund Minako Aoki-Barran Michael Barran Shar Orime Katherin DuPorcelen

The reception hall of the Pride of Lianna was quickly being filled with important guests ranging from warlords of the former New Imperial Order/Empire to major galactic corporations such as the Trade Federation of Planets. Each delegate here was to size up the Empire of the Lost whose sphere of influence included six entire star systems backed up by a formidable war engine. But a smart leader would recognize that maintaining such an empire would require increased production capacity to fuel conquests moving forward which the Geonosian Hives could provide with their engineering and industrial skill sets. Archduke Hadiss II had yet to see if this new power was worthy of increased investment or was better left collapsing in on itself like the Empire had.

Clicking on the buttons to his mechno-chair as it turned around; affording the geonosian an opportunity to inspect the delegations that had already arrived taking note of Michael Barran , Son of the Deceased Lord-Regent of the Empire Erskine Barran and decided to approach once they had got done talking to the other warlords.

The chair would come to a halt just a few meters away from the delegation. "[Click] kwy atoe [Click] a kray yu hur [Click] [Click] suusa ma chunog ga duzas" He said in his own language accompanied by the clicking of his upper jaws.

"His Excellency, the Archduke Hadiss II offers his welcome to the Son of the Lord-Regent, and the True Heirs of the Empire. He hopes that you have not forgotten the Trade Federation's commitment to the old empire." The Pink Protocal Droid C3-LPo said with a slight bow; translating the speech into basic.

 

[Thaelius]

Grand Moff Thaelius, dressed in his flowing white Imperial dress uniform, entered the grand hall aboard the Pride of Liana with a composed demeanor. Flanked by two elite security guards, he projected an air of confidence and authority as he surveyed the scene. The hall was abuzz with Imperial dignitaries, officers, and notable figures from various remnants of the once-mighty Empire.

The ambiance was grand, the lighting strategically dimmed to create an atmosphere both regal and conspiratorial. The murmurs of discussions, the clinking of glasses, and the subtle hum of polite conversations formed a symphony that set the tone for the diplomatic reception. Thaelius was acutely aware of the delicate dance of politics and power that was about to unfold.

He moved through the crowd, exchanging nods and acknowledging greetings from fellow Imperials. Thaelius was a master of subtlety, always watchful, keen to gauge the allegiances and intentions of those he encountered. His piercing gaze swept the room, searching for potential allies, those whose objectives aligned with the vision he had for the reinvigoration of the Sith Empire.

As he navigated through the event, engaging in polite exchanges, he made mental notes of the key figures present, evaluating their potential roles and influence within the fragmented empire. Every word spoken, every gesture made, he analyzed, seeking hidden meanings and intentions. The task at hand was delicate, a mingling of diplomacy, strategy, and perception.

Perception was everything and the presence of former New Imperial officers among the gathered dignitaries was not lost on him and yet he projected no antipathy towards them. A polite nod to those he saw sufficed, and he allowed himself to naively believe that the need for survival would transcend any past grievances, however hard that might've been considered the amount of blood spilled between both sides.

As Thaelius continued contemplating the intricacies of governance and societal dynamics, a polished server droid approached with a glass of wine. Its mechanical grace was a testament to the advancements of technology within the Sith Empire.

"Your drink, Grand Moff" the droid announced in a tone as refined as the glass it held. Thaelius nodded his gratitude and accepted the glass, taking a moment to appreciate the deep hue of the wine before he took a sip. It was a small luxury amidst the complexities of the evening.

TAG: OPEN | Hadiss II the Uniter | Michael Barran | FN-999 | Nimian Totan | Minako Aoki-Barran | Katherin DuPorcelen | Aculia Voland | Aurelian Sigismund ​

 

[Michael Barran]

2nd Post

-EOTL DOMINION OF TION-

CAIRN_ONE
RINGLEADER OF THE PELLAEONIST CLIQUE
LORD-REGENT IN EXILE
DRUID-GRANDMASTER OF THE HIGHLAND BROTHERHOOD

TAGS: Aculia Voland Hadiss II the Uniter Katherin DuPorcelen
FN-999 Aurelian Sigismund Minako Aoki-Barran

TO DEFY THE STARS II: A NEST OF DANGERS - PART 2

Conference Reception, The Pride of Liarra
Tion Star-System (Late-Summer 900 ABY)

All those of whom I need to watch my back - they're here now.
Now its time to see who brought us all here.... And why.​

Shaking his friend's right hand, the Woad smiled to see the Baron of Borosk in such a courtly setting, considering how far FN-999 had risen to earn such career-like dreariness as he replied,'Good to see ye again, Nines.... Just in time for whatever our hosts have planned for us here.', counting blessings inwardly as the general droning hubbub swelled and dimmed at will around them. But then something happened just moments later, and such that Lord Michael never expected (or even imagined wistfully for that matter) would happen that night, as not only was the voice that stood out distinctive by volume, but also for the fact it was of uncommon, Geonosian origin.

As he turned toward the greetings, Barran found the fellow behind the voice, along with the protocol-droid who would translate exactly what was uttered before; but it was the content of the greeting (along with the stated truth that marked the Archduke apart from many other Imperials in the room) that would surprise the IMP-delegates the most, as barely any time had passed in the attainment of allies, in a setting where none of the sort were assumed to reside. Most surprising of all, however, was the fact it was the Trade Federation, reaching out as if from history itself to slap an awakening into the Tattered Regent specifically. Smiling again, though still somewhat sceptical despite the clear sincerity of it's welcoming nature, Michael finally replied,'My apologies, Fate's been quite the little trickstress over the years, but I welcome your presence all the same.', extending his hand towards Hadiss II in an offer of acquaintance.

'Its more than a pleasure to meet you, an' no - I haven't forgotten.... An' should you accept, I intend to renew all that was accorded between our factions before.'

 

[Katherin DuPorcelen]

Tags:

• Direct: Aculia Voland
• Indirect: Hadiss II the Uniter Aurelian Sigismund Michael Barran Minako Aoki-Barran Nimian Totan Liin Terallo Thaelius FN-999

Location: Hangars on the Pride of Lianna
Objective: 1 - Diplomatic Reception and Mingling
Equipment: In Bio

The ramp lowered in the hangar amidst several others. While it seemed the others went straight to the meeting hall with minimal issue, I looked to see if Moff Voland was present. Observing briefly around the hangar, I saw patrols of Death Troopers, which were a sure sign she was present nearby. Since meeting with her after my promotion to Moff, Aculia Voland was one I would call a good acquaintance at the worst and a new friend at best. My escort of Ultranauts would certainly garner her attention making the search potentially easier.

In a few minutes, I found my colleague. With old habits dying hard, I offered an Eternal solute before breaking back into my rigid but eased stance half a second later.
"It is good to see you again, Moff Voland.", my respirator adding a mechanical flair to the coldness of tone while I did not break the stare from my flourescent pink eyes, "Are there any further predictions of who may attend this gathering aside from those present already?"
My Ultranauts opened slightly to screen outside the bubble created by her Death Troopers in a combined formation around us both. It worked not only for privacy, but also security.
"Hosting all these Imperials here is a bold move. However, they will be testing us. I am hardly a politician, but I know I would do such myself in their position."

I knew that we were probably expected in the main chamber for this event by now. The Eternal Empire hardly did many gatherings like this. We were of a very utilitarian society, only meeting in large numbers when we had to. Otherwise, everyone was off to their own realm in the Empire doing their duty. Even in diplomacy, such matters were hardly much of a pagentry affair. The most etiquette exhibited would be in the fact that discussions would wait until all were seated at the table. Aside from that, it was hardly different from a military briefing. This, however, was a form of diplomacy my culture and life thus far had hardly prepared me for. The best I could do was posture strength and not let such concerns show.

 

[Khrusaes Akron]

Objective I: Diplomatic Reception and Mingling
Location: TION SYSTEM | PRIDE OF LIANNA
Tags: OPEN

The Tion System was the end of a long journey for Khrusaes. Times had been tough for Khrusaes and those who had supported Admiral Loigos’ coup. Of course with a majority of the military at her back and other benefactors providing additional support the coup was an initial success. In the end however, after a grand show of power, the populace of Pantora chose a more passive approach. In the years that followed Akron Defense Labs had less than thrilling opportunities. Their tech was recognized by the government that followed Loigos’ coup, but the numbers of production were not what Khrusaes had hoped for. As the Sith and Rimward Trade League closed in on Pantora, Khrusaes decided to allow his executive team to run the company from the Seswenna sector, while Khrusaes joined what had been known as the Pantoran League in an effort to find a part of space that they could set up colonies.

As the Breeze Dancer came to rest in the hangar of the Pride of Lianna, Khrusaes gave a bit of a sigh. He was quite comfortable in high society. The fact that he would be escorted to the heart of a military capital ship was less than enthusing. Still the possibility of a good drink, good conversation, business connections and maybe even a stunning woman or two were close at hand. As soon as Khrusaes made his way through the sterile military asylum that was a Star Destroyer.

The founder of Akron Labs had hoped to ride in late on the coattails of the Admiral he had supported in many ways over the years, but it seemed he had misjudged his timing as the Admiral’s flagship the Keraunam was nowhere to be found in the system as he arrived. So it would be up to him to make an impression on the new Imperials. Something that he was not looking forward to. Empires always meant the same thing to Khursaes. He wasn’t overly happy at the involvement they had in Loigos’ coup. But there was a lot of space that could be had out in this area of the galaxy. And a good relationship with the local power would not be a bad thing.

While in transit another story of concern made its way to Khrusases’ attention. It appeared the former Imperial ruler of New Alderaan had made away with the chief weapons engineer of Akron Labs. The man probably thought that he had bypassed all security measures, and he had in truth done quite a good job, but his image was captured and identified and Khrusaes would have to do his best to figure out if anyone at this assembly had knowledge of the abduction and if they would be a source of help to retrieve his valued employee and friend.

Upon entering the grand hall, Khrusaes made a wide loop around the gathering. Seeing who was there to be seen and allowing others to see him. He grabbed a drink from a passing droid and sipped on the liquid inside as he wondered who could be trusted, who was of value and who would see him of value. It has been a rough couple of years, but his brand was still one that was in the know as far as technology went. All it would take was one breakthrough and he would be vaulted to galactic superstardom in the military development field. Surely someone here knew that and would want to be part of that journey.

 

[Sasi Wynter]

Objective I: Diplomatic Reception and Mingling
Location: Tion system | Pride of Lianna | Grand Hall
Tags: OPEN
Outfit: Atrisian Style dress

What in the galaxy had Sasi gotten herself into this time? She had put herself in league with the Empire of the Lost as Velran Kilran had gone further and further off the deep end as the authority of the old Empire had waned on New Alderaan and the Admiral was clutching for control. There had been a meeting Sasi was aware of that finally tipped the scales. Velran was now a suspected Sith sympathizer. Sasi could let a lot of things go. That was not one of them.

As a result Sasi had used her knowledge of the former Imperial Moff’s infrastructure and his growing instability to put doubts in the minds of his troops. Even going so far as to use her celebrity to direct messages to the troops to revolt, and raise credits on nearby planets like Tion and Lianna to fund the stormtrooper rebellion. But as much as she hoped getting Velran off his throne would prevent Sith from swooping in and taking on the planet, Sasi needed to find out for herself before she threw in completely with this new Empire.

Getting an invite to the conference was hardly a difficult thing. Sasi just hoped that the fact it would be attended mostly by old folk would mean that no one would ask her to perform. She was here to watch who was present and what the agendas were. Her celebrity meant that her presence was usually accepted without much question, her age usually was an excuse to dismiss her as a part of galactic politics. She wished the second was true. There was likely to be all sorts of shadowy intentions going on here, so as much as she wished that smiling and talking with foreign diplomats was all that her night would entail, she had to be completely aware of her surroundings. The likelihood that someone was just looking for information or trying to sabotage the rise of a new galactic superpower was quite high.

Also however, Sasi for the first time she could remember was not on firm footing with who she stood behind. She knew that she would fight the Sith, who she blamed for her unique look, with every ounce of her being. But if that meant she should support this growing Empire as she had the last or if that meant she needed to move on she wasn’t quite sure. In the end it would be the voices in the shadows that told her what she needed to know.

 

[Suutis Roodmlesk]

FN-999 Liin Terallo Nimian Totan Aurelian Sigismund Minako Aoki-Barran Michael Barran Shar Orime Katherin DuPorcelen

The Pink Protocol Droid C3-LPO would digest the words from Michael Barran and began translating the speech back into the geonosian language for the Archduke to understand. "Fa rout [Click] sac mung [Click] Kura juris [Click] de agreementca" it began to explain relaying the message that fate had not exactly been kind to the Son of the Lord-Regent and that they were happy to meet him as well. Additionally they were looking to formulate agreements with the Trade Federation once again.

Hadiss II slowly digested the information from the protocol droid while glancing around the meeting hall of the Pride of Lianna as more delegations had arrived from various galactic factions. The Trade Federation had certainly been the main benefactor behind the growth of the New Imperial Order/Empire and its positive economy despite being an autarky state on paper. Although the collapse of said empire had put quite a dent into the credit vault of the federation as a whole so potentially renewed investment would cause some concern amongst the Board of Trade.

Archduke Hadiss II scratched the long face beard for a moment before shaking the hand of Michael Barran before withdrawing it to lean onto the mecho-chair. "Chon churka ra route [Click] [Click] fa humma de federation rez [Click] empire da nuza furrzai mechao platformas [Click [Click]" The Geonosian began to say to the protocol droid wanting to make his point clear and avoid misunderstandings. C3-LPO would absorb the information with crystal clarity before turning back towards the imperial delegation before them.

"His Excellency say's that the Trade Federation can't officially enter arrangements until seeing what the other empire has to offer. However the Trade Federation is offering Interlocking Agricultural Platforms for use by your faction until a formal agreement can be reached." The Pink Protocal Droid explained bringing up a picture of the Platforms and its specifications.

 

[Eremia Loigos]

Objective I: Diplomatic Reception and Mingling
Location: Tate-Class Heavy Cruiser Keraunam, Flagship of Adm. Eremia Loigos
Tags: OPEN

The Admiral looked out over the gathering starships. The center of them all was the Pride of Lianna. It had been a long journey from Pantora to the Tion Cluster, with many stops along the way. Eremia had left multiple representatives along the way to try to establish a Pantoran presence away from their home. The Sith were drifting closer to Pantora and Eremia had lived through one occupation, outmatched and waiting for help. The public of Pantora had spoken. They believed the galaxy would help them when the inevitable happened. History stated otherwise, and Eremia would not sit and watch her home suffer. Instead she would gather as much of her culture as would follow and find a new place to call home.

Though she had heard whispers of more strength coming from Pantora, the aging Admiral was of the belief that her place was out in the galaxy. Paving the way for Pantorans to affect not just their home “planet”, but everything in sight. Though she had left “ambassadors” in the criminal underworlds of the Hutts and other factions of the unbound Slice, Eremia’s focus shifted towards the space that was occupied by the Empire in the past. What relationship the Empire of the Lost had to the Empire that had covertly lent materials for Eremia’s coup the Admiral had no idea, and really didn’t care. She still was not looking to become a part of an Empire. These Empires for whatever they were worth did seem to defend their turf with ferocity though. Having a cell of Pantorans inside this Imperial State would not be a bad thing, if certain criteria were met.

Then there was the fact that the Pantoran’s main vehicle and weapons manufacturer let one of its lead researchers be taken. Eremia had let Khrusaes have it for that slip up. Now she would have to figure out how to get the woman out of New Alderaan and the clutches of Velran Kilran . More problems than the admiral needed and now she would have to go and smile and nod to whoever was present at this conference.
”So my friend,” Loigos turned her attention from the forward viewport to her chief of intelligence Eironeih Dolomah. ”Who can I expect to see here aside from our host Moff Voland and our friend Mr. Akron?” Eironeih rattled off the list of those who were already onboard the Pride of Lianna as well as some who had yet to arrive. The admiral smirked at the mention of Marlon Sularen , the last time Eremia had seen him he was tossed about a meeting room on Eriadu by a long gone Sith. ”Very well. Prepare my shuttle. I’ll be on my way immediately.