Faction The Revolution (Chiss Ascendancy)

[Dezoti]

Csilla's Moon, Ch'itzishn
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The liberation and freedom the Chiss earned from their Sith oppressors was short lived. They had finally become a galactic power, able to stand on their own without outside influence trying to take over. With this power many had decided to reach out into the galaxy, to assist their allies who had come to their aid. It was then that the exiled houses chose to reclaim the Ascendancy for themselves. Compassion and respect had spared them death for their transgressions against the Chiss people, and it was that choice that let them back in. The Chiss Expansionary Defense Force, weakened by their participation in war, found no place to regroup.

Prusde'zoti'lore found her family removed. House Lore, among some others who stepped up against the Exiled homes, found themselves on the run and scorned. Propaganda and martial law changed the narrative. The just made injust. The injust made just. The fleet fractured, many returning to Csilla under the belief that by reaching out into the galaxy the Chiss had ruined themselves. They wanted, no, needed to find someone to blame. Sure enough, it worked in the Exiled's favor. Those who had been vilified now went underground, waiting for the chance to free the Ascendancy from the Exiled's tyranny once and for all.

On one of Csilla's frozen moons Dezoti decided now was the time. She reached out to those still loyal to the Chiss, inviting them to an abandoned mining facility turned military base to discuss what they could do. A civil war would be costly, but the Exiled needed to be removed before their greed erased the Chiss Ascendancy from the galaxy forever. The ex-Chiss Commando stood tall in her armor, hands clasped behind her back as she looked over a virtual map of Csaplar. If they could reclaim the capital, they could perhaps undo the wrong. "When they arrive, send them in immediately."

Her red gaze fell on a nearby commando, who quickly saluted and walked off. Alone she leaned over the table, her eyes falling on the parliament building. There would be no compassion for them this time.

Sila Maiven Vraise Sentiri

 

[Vraise]

Always fighting for progress, and always moving backwards. This latest development was a stark example of the fact. For more than a decade, Vraise had fought to expand the influence and stability of her people, not the other way around. Dozens of battles. Rulers replaced. A chest full of medals. None of it seemed to add up. Now, she was seeking balance by tipping the scales in favor of one Chiss faction over the other.

Still, the creed of one was truer than the other. Vraise trusted Dezoti explicitly, and would stand by her regardless of how familiar the opposition was. When the summons was made, she dropped everything she was doing and jumped in her drop ship to fly to the meeting location. When she walked through the doors of the meeting place, she was dressed in her own suit of Chiss commando armor, her helmet tucked under one arm. With deliberate steps, she approached the table, assuming the liberty of standing beside Dezoti, red eyes scrutinizing the map.

"You called." She said. "I came. What is the plan?"

 

[Sila]

Another era of darkness loomed over the Chiss Ascendancy. Foreign nations continued to prey upon the Chiss worlds at their leisure as the Chiss Ascendancy continued to suffer from internal issues. On top of this, once Exiled families had taken advantage of the frightened masses and once against hold power in Chiss Space. It was a horrid time for those who once stood against these exiled houses and sent them away. House Miurani being one of the main culprits. Under Sila, House Miurani personally prosecuted several of the exiled families until they were all but forgotten and in ruins. IT was an act she did not regret, nor did she feel remorse. Only now, she wished she was much more thorough with her job.

A lone Let'lesceti descended upon Ch'itzishn, landing just outside of the mining facility where the House Miurani aristocra would meet with the other Chiss Revolutionaries. She walked through the snow until she reached the entrance to the mining facility where she was greeted by fellow Chiss and lead inside to the meeting area. Her eyes met those of the others in the room as she nodded to each respectfully before speaking.

"Alis'ila'miurani of House Miurani. Ready to fight."

Dezoti | Vraise ​

 

[Thraztin]

Vraise Sila Dezoti

Being back was strange. She had so naively lept away from her people to join the Zweihanders and now it seemed as if history was repeating itself. She wondered if there could ever be peace and security in the Unknown Regions. She thought it would last forever, but nothing does. The Ascendancy held nothing for her, yet it was everything she had. Her entire life in their service, the peopled she'd killed for them and the people she'd saved. It made her who she was.

As she touched her clawcraft down and jumped out, she looked like any CEDF operative to onlookers. But she wasn't. The uniform was old, untouched since she left the Ascendancy. She wasn't who she appeared to be. Not anymore. She hadn't been Rama'ive'nuruodo in ages. Nuruodo had not been her house for some time, just her "last name", in core world terminology. She still didn't quite understand that but it meant the name had lost so much meaning to her.

She had thought her family had been dealt with. Her father and brothers dead by her own hands in service to the Ascendancy. But it was never so simple. The intricate web of Chiss dynastic politics had inevitably regurgitated a second cousin or something from it's dark depths. Some poor fool put in charge of reclaiming the house's glory, and of course never educated on why the house had fallen so low. He would be a blissfully unaware tyrant.

As Maiven walked in to meet the one who called her here, she began to recognize familiar faces. These were all folks who had stood against the old houses and exiled them. These were true Chiss, fighting for their people. Her anxiety began to fade away knowing that whatever she had been invited here for was going to be important.

 

[Howard Langdon]

It had been approximately 2 Years since Kres’ave’ kleoni stepped foot into Chiss Space. Previously he had been a Captain of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet or CEDF fighting against the onslaught of the Catharian Hegemony in 860 and 861 ABY. By the time the Catharians fell apart short of capturing Csilla , Kres’ave’ kleoni commanded an Attack line Comprised of 4 Ticsuti IIs and a Tsicah II serving as his Flagship. Upon the rise of the Zweihander Union and their intrusion into Chiss Space along with the defection of Several Chiss Officers to the ZU , Kres’ave’ kleoni engaged in skirmishes with Chiss Defectors but in vain.

With the Zweihander Union closing into Chiss Space , a CEDF Admiral named Vel'alari convinced him to join her ranks and Kres’ave’ kleoni eventually found himself joining Vel'alari's Bilbringi Imperial Remnant , in which served as a modern day equivalent to Grand Admiral Thrawn's Empire of the Hand it was also during this time in which Kres’ave’ kleoni came into contact with an Organization known as "The Association" who apparently had been hostile towards both Catharians and ZU just like the Chiss had and he eventually joined the Association who soon revealed their plans to help the Chiss in the near-future from potential future external threats.

However , one of these threats emerged immediately though it wasn't an external one. This new enemy were none other then the Exiled Houses , the treacherous families that had collaborated with one of the many enemies of the Chiss : the Jenari Empire. The Exiled Houses had returned to Chiss Space taking advantage of the Chaotic State of the Chiss Ascendency. They took over the Ascendency and quickly moved to occupy most of Chiss Space once more.

And while Kres’ave’ kleoni was unaware of these developments , the Call of Admiral Prusde'zoti'lore reached him and understanding that his people needed him once more , the now Vice-Admiral of the BIR took his Nssis-Class Clawcraft leaving Bilbringi to join up with his peers. Eventually ,Kres’ave’ kleoni arrived at the Csilla System soon arriving at Ch'itzishn and landing his Clawcraft on a landing pad. It was time he repleaged himself to his people and defeat the intruders that had invaded their very space.

Upon descending from his Clawcraft , Kres’ave’ kleoni was met by other Chiss Officers not loyal to the Exiled Houses who then brought him to a room to met with Admiral Dezoti of the CEDF and those loyal to her cause. Today they would light the spark that would bring an end to the treachery of the Exiled Houses once and for all.

Maiven | Sila | Dezoti | Vraise ​

 

[Dezoti]

She hadn't dared hope others would answer the call. Dezoti knew just how tired they all were. How tired she was of this endless struggle to keep the Chiss people free. The relief of having someone else there would have brought anyone to their knees in relief. But the woman did no such thing. Vraise was given the most reaction. The familiar face from her own squad a life time ago was a welcome sight. Someone she could truly trust. More filtered in. Three she recognized. Sila , another Aristocra who's family was displaced by the Exiled. Maiven , an agent she hadn't seen in such a long time.

And Howard Langdon . He was the odd one in her eyes. Anyone who came to this meeting was scanned before entry so that they might try to stay ahead of any leaks. She had not know this man, but it seemed he made quite a name for himself when he left during the Zweihander Union and joined the Imperial Remnant number.. She lost track of how many remnants existed in this galaxy now, but this remnant had another Chiss Admiral in it's ranks. Perhaps there would be use trying to reach out to it.

They'd need all the allies they could get.

"Admiral Prusde'zoti'lore. It pleases me to no end there are more who would stand against the injustice that continues to plague the Ascendancy. I make no excuses. My choice to help allies left our world open for these traitor houses to take over and poison the minds of our people. But already their abuse has reminded the Ascendancy that they need to be stopped."

She tapped a couple spots on the holotable, which flicked from the map of their capital city to various news reports and news articles. Of Chiss going hungry. Crime rising. Chiss unable to heat their homes and freezing to death. That last one particularly angered Dezoti, even though she wouldn't show it. For thousands of years the Chiss had learned and mastered how to keep warm. The fact anyone in the Ascendancy would freeze in their own homes was an injustice that could not stand.

"But our people are tired. No one wants to stand up, again, to try. They've lost hope." Another tap on the screen, and this time a facility came up. "In an attempt to stop anyone from standing against them the Exiled have focused all efforts on creating weaponry. Our Charric systems are built en mass and sold to the galaxy while they keep the best weapons to those loyal. And take away weapons from anyone who they think might dare to stand against them. Csilla is under marshal rule, where anyone who breaks this rule is sent to factories like this to work until they can no longer.

We're going to this one. The largest with the largest amount of our people in forced labor. We'll liberate them and the factory, and take the guns for ourselves. We will not, however, destroy it. This is our land, and what our people made. We need to take Csilla back with the least amount of property damage or loss of life."

 

[Vraise]

The holomap showed much. People, infrastructure, traffic patterns, and suffering. Vraise grimaced as she looked at the table. How had it come to this? She cast a worried eye to Dezoti, wondering how long she had known of this, how many lonely nights she had spent worrying about it. It was certainly something that would keep Vraise awake until it was rectified. Hopefully, that term would not be long.

The turnout was hopeful in that regard. No one at the table could be described as anything less than capable. One of them was vaguely familiar, the spy, Maiven. Vraise gave her a confident nod. More than likely, their jobs wall bear considerable likeness in the coming action. There was also another aristocrat in the group, one close to the issue who had nonetheless fallen to the right side. Her perspective would be valuable, as well as whatever tangible resources she might bring to bear. Then, there was the male. Vraise smirked at the the thought that he must feel like lucky or endangered by his current situation. An Admiral, she knew to take his word as command. His would likely be a mind driven by tactics, rendering a second arm of control after Dezoti.

"I agree, there is no reason in destroying our own infrastructure." She tapped the holotable. "But perhaps the presumption of doing so would prove a boon to us. The enemy will be preoccupied with tangible losses, that is what separates them from us. We threaten to take the suffering people out from under them? I doubt they would bat an eye while they calmly send a security detail to feel us out. We tell them we intend to level the place? I think we can expect a rash response. I say we go in with real explosives, and conduct the op with the bent of real demolition. They will coagulate on our position, leaving doors wide open for the people. Heck, they may even evac the place for us, loading their precious goods onto cargo ships and opening hangar bay doors."

 

[Sila]

Sila listened and watch as she grew tense with anger and frustration at the suffering and mistreatment of her people. There was a tinge of sorrow in her heart as she began to feel that she had failed her people. They were, once again, in the clutches of vultures, scavenging them all for all their worth. And Sila let it happen.

She looked over the holomap and the news broadcasts as they scrolled by. Such suffering at the hands of the Exiled. Perhaps, exile was far too soft of a punishment. Sila was prepared to enact execution upon these vile Houses and all of their kin. They should have never been allowd to leave Chiss Space with their lives. It was a mistake Sila would make no more.

Sila went over the plan in her head, thinking of several possible outcomes throughout the mission, as she always had done. Nothing was certain to it was logical to ensure all bases were covered.

"We don't want to appear a threat to the people. The Exiled will just use that against us in order to sway them to their side with fear. We show up with explosives, we just look like crazed terrorists willing to put civilians in harms way to get what we want. No, I think we shouldt simply sabotage the place, but we do it in a way that only we can fix. We use tech that these Exiled houses have no way of deciphering. Or, perhaps, we simple cripple the production. Putting them behind long enough for us to continue skirmishing against them. We take out enough of their operations this way, they will be defenseless for when we truly strike. Those are my suggestions, but this is your operation, Admiral. What do you think we should do?"

Dezoti | Vraise | Howard Langdon | Maiven ​