The Outer Rim Imperium Marches Forward

[Yoru Shakou]

Outer Rim Territories​

Lanteeb​

Tho Yor class Attack Vessel - Praetor​

High Orbit​

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A world of Xenophobia, a people that had settled it countless ages ago all because they couldn't seem to get along with the Galaxy at large. Now though those descendants of those people would find the Galaxy falling upon them and forcing them forward. A bright flash marked the entrance of the vessels, the Tho Yor class Attack Vessels dropped from hyperspace, and following behind them was an entire Armada of similar craft and vessels. Leading the vessels was the Praetor, the command vessel of Lord Blackwood. ​

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Sitting quietly upon the throne in the spacious bridge; steely grey-blue eyes fell upon the world as it came into view. A small smirk crossing the old veteran's lips as he leaned forward. Watching closely for a moment before he stood up and nodded quietly. The communications officer beginning to broadcast on an open channel to those vessels following as he began to speak. ​

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"Lanteeb. This world is ours for the taking. Here the Outer Rim Imperium shall begin. We shall rise and spread across the Galaxy. Those among you whom took the title of System Lord shall be that instrument. Those that serve you shall be your arm stretching out, grasping those worlds that you claim and call your own." ​

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Shifting slightly, his heavy cloak dragged upon the floor, armor scraping and chiming together with each little movement. A lightsaber hung upon his belt, lightly thudding against his thigh as he moved around the control panels. Taking his place before the large viewing screen, those same steely eyes gazing upon the world. Without a flinching blink, he remained quiet while he watched. Then his thoughts found themselves before he nodded, pulling his attention back. ​

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"I shall claim this world. The throne of the Supreme System Lord shall reside upon Lanteeb for a time." ​

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Turning slowly, his heavy cloak billowed slightly before he brought his hands up. Unclasping it to allow the heavy fabric to drop, the old male shrugged his shoulders. Feeling as if a heavy weight had been released he stepped forward towards the controls. ​

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"Prepare our vessels and steel yourselves." ​

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Moving around the controls on the bridge, he moved towards the throne. His hand dropping as it ran along the chiseled stone before a smirk crossed his lips as he moved towards the exit off of the bridge. His words ringing out as two guards followed behind him. ​

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"Prepare my shuttle. I shall lead the first." ​

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With that he moved towards the hanger bay, a retinue of soldiers quickly following behind him as he moved. ​

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[member="Almira Magrath"]​

[member="Augustus Blackwood"]​

[member="Darth Ayra"]​

[member="Darth Vornskr"]​

[member="Lysandra"]​

[member="sabrina"]​

[member="Sarox"]​

[member="Shamus Walker"]​

[member="Ursa"]​

[member="Vinatia Blackwood"]​

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Tasgetius Blackwood"] |

Hiding in plain sight wasn't a bad idea. There was whispers that some were aware of who she was and where she operated. Over the years, she had encountered a group or collective that worked from the shadows. The closest she had got to that group was during the time when Rave Merrill's vault ship- which would later become known as the Hazard Beauty- dropped out of hyperspace, to reveal it's trinkets to the galaxy. But the Nightsister had disappeared- presumed dead- and with her end, the group that she was apart slunk back into the shadows, a lingering danger once more.

The Outer Rim Imperium was small, but had potential. The Avidon Oligarchy and Raulynate had also had potential. Perhaps the Sith Lord would strike lucky on the third attempt? Regardless, Darth Ayra found herself among Tesgetius Blackwood's forces above the world of Lanteeb, with the aspirations to become a system lord. There, she could hide in plain sight in the O.R.I whilst she worked elsewhere. The plan was hers now with the passing of her master. There was much work to be done.

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Tasgetius Blackwood"] [member="Darth Ayra"]

Wes followed in behind Tasgetius as part of the retinue of soldiers he lead down to the surface of the planet. It was another war on another world for reasons he never bothered asking. He had a job to do and that was all that mattered.

He didn't know a whole lot about this group but then he had been a mercenary most of his life. Knowing next to nothing about who he was working for was all part of the game. Some times he stuck around for a bit and other times he did a single job and he left. Only time would tell which category this particular mission fell in to.

 

[Ibby]

[member="Tasgetius Blackwood"] [member="Shamus Walker"] [member="Darth Ayra"]

Vinatia was dressed in yet another black outfit, a simple blaster pistol attached to her hip. She didn't know if she'd need it, didn't know if she wanted it, but she had it nonetheless.

About a half hour ago, one of her father's ships had carried the young woman to her uncle's massive attack vessel, docking in the hangar (which was where she still was). Daddy didn't actually know she was here, just her mother -- not that Daddy would ever care. He never did.

She frowned as that thought crossed her mind, but quickly resumed her pleasant look from earlier. Frowning, she knew, didn't look that good on her face. It made her look older...less like a woman, and more like a hag. At least, in her opinion.

Disengaging from such thoughts, Vinatia took one last glance in the mirror, tightening her ponytail before making her way off the ship. As she sashayed down the boarding ramp, the black-haired woman caught sight of her uncle and some soldiers as they entered the bay.

Putting on a smile that was only partially faked, she hurried over to Tasgetius's side, quickly falling in place. Sending a slightly flirty smile to one of the soldiers (Wes), she commented, "Why, boys, you look like you're getting ready to enter a warzone!" Well, duh. She was no idiot -- she knew, or at least had an idea of, what they were all doing here. Turning back to her uncle, Vinatia asked, "Is there anything you want me to do, Uncle Tasgetius?" Doubtful. She had a sense that her uncle saw through her normal charade, but had no substantial evidence to support it. Even so, it never hurt to ask.

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Tasgetius Blackwood"] [member="Darth Ayra"]

As she walked up Wes nodded to [member="Vinatia Blackwood"] not really sure who she was but noticing the blaster on her hip figured at least she was prepared to defend herself as needed. Wes chuckled at her smile and comment giving her a wink.

"Well ma'am everywhere could be a potential war zone." "Always found it best to be prepared encase things go south." "That blaster may not be enough and without armor south may very well be what happens." "Stick to my six and you should get out of here in one piece."

He allowed himself to scan up and down the outfit with a smile before turning back to continue on towards the waiting ship.

 

[Almira Izlay'ti]

Red hues fell upon the world as the woman stood silently upon the bridge of the massive vessel. Each ship lumbering forward as they dropped from hyperspace to join with the rest of those vessels that had assembled. It was nothing short of a massive effort to bring all those together in an event such as this. A small smirk crossed her lips as she closed her eyes, waiting. There in the darkness of her own thoughts the fiery maiden appeared to her, urging her to push forward. To aid in claiming such a world so that her people, those that she sought to defend and rise up with the name of Raulynate would be protected.

Snapping her eyes open, she looked towards the young impish girl that she had taken beneath her wing. A soft smile crossing her lips as her hand ran along her hair slowly. Watching the girl before returning her thoughts, and her sight upon the world of Lanteeb. There was much to be done, and she was not about to allow herself to be left out. Looking back to her sister, she smiled before slowly pivoting upon her back heel, her long coat tails billowing up for a moment as her silver hair danced upon the soft breeze as she marched forward.

Reaching her hand out, her slender fingers quickly snatched the shaft of the bladed weapon out of the hands of the soldier that held it aloft. The Dread Wolves had been waiting for their time to once more howl and charge upon an enemy. Now they would have that chance, and at the side of their new mistress. The Colonel marched as if one whom was on a mission and that he was. He had lost one Magrath too many, and now with where they were heading, he was not about to lose another, nor any whom she called family.

Almira smirked as she approached the hanger bay, watching the activity as smaller shuttles, starfighters and vessels of all kinds rushed into action. Soldiers poured into the shuttles before they slipped from the hanger bay to descend upon the world below. Her red hues watched as she marched forward, the two lines of Dread Wolves standing at the ready, and slowly turning towards her one by one before following upon the shuttle. Soon it to would fall upon the world beneath them, a thought that brought upon yet another smirk across her lips.

[member="Lysandra"]​

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[Lord Eclipsion]

Hiding was not Eclipsion's strong suit. After the New Order and the Horde fell, the Chiss felt that the galaxy was turning too chaotic, and she retreated to the xenophobic world of Lenteeb. Any questions the natives had about an alien landing on the world were quickly quelled with some simple decapitations. After she eliminated some peasants, Eclipsion became a hermit, as she focused on honing her skills within the force. However, this didn't last long as the urge to go back to the rest of civilization outside of Lenteeb became too strong to resist. Eclipsion quickly hopped in her ship, and flew out of the backwater planets orbit, and headed for the stars.


Sadly, her plans were ruined when she came across an entire armada staring her down.

[member="Tasgetius Blackwood"] [member="Shamus Walker"]