Dominion This, I Vow || EE Dominion of Cattamascar

[Frontier Tenacity]

“...Henceforth, all authority within the Eternal Empire, shall be derived not from the corrupt politicians or the feeble, impressionable masses, but from the State, embodied by its military, at the head of which sits the Eternal Emperor as hereditary supreme commander of the armed forces, by the creed which binds the Nation together, by the people which it governs.

The Nation’s only legitimate, legal and recognized form of government, as outlined within this document, shall henceforth be a stratocratic military dictatorship. The Imperial government shall henceforth be constituted from the highest ranking military officials within the borders of the Empire.

The government is hereby charged with the sacred and eternal duty to create Order where there is Chaos, Hierarchy where there is Anarchy, to observe and enforce the application of Imperial Law upon all worlds, to expand the borders of the Empire and to safeguard and advance the interests and wellbeing of the State, by any and all means necessary and at any cost, against all enemies, whether foreign or domestic...”​

- Excerpt from the Articles of Founding, the Eternal Empire’s constitution​

The dark shadows of the Eternal Empire continue to spread across the Unknown Regions, engulfing world after world, crushing all opposition in its path, surely and ruthlessly suffocating every glimmer of hope and freedom. Tygeria, Bakura, Abbaji and Verkuyl had already fallen prey to the Empire’s ambitions, taken by surprise and crushed under the armored boots of its military.

Yet, not all worlds were blind to the danger they faced, not all ignored the ominous shadows growing around their borders. Some have sought a different path.

Months ago, before the Empire’s devastating campaign of subjugation began, the world of Cattamascar, now under the control of the Kingdom of Elenthaeus, had recognized the growing power of the Eternal Empire and realized that it faced a difficult choice. Negotiations began between the governments of Elenthaeus and Kalidan, treaties were discussed, agreed upon and signed. Eventually, the small Kingdom found a way to preserve its freedom as a vassal state of the rising Eternal Empire.

But, this freedom came at a cost.

The price which the Kingdom had to pay, was a marriage alliance between its ruling monarch, Vyra Silara and the dictator which held Kalidan in an iron grip.

Now, after months of planning, preparation and negotiations, the day had come, the time to seal the pact and bring the small Kingdom under the crimson banner of the Eternal Empire. Coinciding with a yearly, traditional carnival, Cattamascar would also be hosting an Imperial wedding and the union of two different nations, two cultures so unlike eachother, yet which have somehow, against all odds, found a way to coexist.

Objectives:

• Objective 1A: The Reception

An Imperial wedding is something which only happens once every generation. Important officials from the Empire, high-ranking nobles from Elenthaeus and officials from all over the galaxy, are gathering to attend this once-in-a-lifetime event, which presents rare opportunities to mingle with some of the galaxy’s most influential people, discuss politics and jockey for more influence and power. Formal dress code is mandatory and, as this coincides with a yearly festival on Cattamascar, guests are also required to wear a mask.

• Objective 1B: The Carnival

This year’s traditional festival is even grander and busier than before. Countless revelers and tourists crowd the streets of Cattamascar’s capital city, flocking to its multitude of restaurants, venues, joined by off-duty Imperial soldiers and innumerable merchants looking to sell their wares, as well as the less-reputable sort, seeking to scam, rob and otherwise relieve the enthusiastic revelers of their credits.

• Objective 2: House of Troubles​

The Eclypse Rebellion is off to a good start and people are flocking to its cause, but to truly resist the Empire, it would need more than just righteousness and a will to fight. Taking advantage of the massive crowd which affords them an opportunity to blend in and quietly transport large amounts of cargo, a motley group of rebel leaders has assembled here to discuss future plans and to negotiate an arms deal with various black market sellers.

• Objective 3: BYOO

Attn: Aaran Tafo || Adelle Bastiel || Alondra Lareina || Alwine Daye || Alyva Terrix || Anton Delane || Arturo Braga || Azazel || Bachus || Carter Tymon || Centiro || Cero Pax || Charlotte Knyte || Caulder Dune || Darth Aion || Ecthelion Aiglos || Eirene || Eryn || Fimrati Vailyippin || Formorta || Goonch Bagarius Yarrelli || Ilsa Visel || Ingrid L'lerim || Jardann Lancus || Juggernaut || Kainan Wolfe || Kalic Daws || Karma Jayne || Kerstan Blackmoore || Khorde Drago || Lanebsa || Loreena Arenais-Valhoun || Lorelai Ventira || Lyla Quinn || Malicar || Mythos || Nekana Quane || Nerulic || RadioWhisper || Ranik Delmont || Rath Exigo || Shandria Navin || Taozi Fuyuan || Tela Uolmi || Tiberius Bayne || Vidalu Na'an || Viktor Goetz || Tsavong Kraal || Vyra Silara || Will Westender || Wulf Orlock || Xiomar Ren || Mitth'rae'leios || Broka the Hutt || Karisa || Servelus Zambrano || @Kai’el || Kaine Hamilton || @Sabella de Vreis || Race Tolsen || Miles Morrow || Rumi Dag || Corran Conner || Saabossi || Gerhard Manndorf || Kyle Raymus || VanceCaydence || Edward Ashcard || Galdaart || Lord Malleus || Rhaego Charon || Gortta Desilijic Tiure || @Roman Calypso || Lora Vekarr || Tamacti Khan || @Neferisia || Krae || Shavara || Domo || Innas Paurs​

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• Cattamascar

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Ingrid L’lerim
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard​

Objective: The Reception
Location: Cattamascar
Equipment: outfit, mask
Tag(s): Open

Monarch, or royal wedding, maybe rare, but this will be the second one to Ingrid. The first one was her, when she married Tubrok Ragal, this will be the second. When his master, and emperor will say yes. If someone told this to her years before, she said, this day will never happen. But it does; today. Ingrid was an important official, so she was invited to the wedding.

This time she did not come alone, her husband accompanied her, even this wedding not just a relaxation for her. She worked, even this time. Ingrid’s attention never faded, she wants to look out the Emperor and the future Empress personally. That’s why this wedding is not just relaxation to her, but a job too. After they arrived, she left Tubrok’s side for a while, to look around in the crowd.

Fortunately her husband knows her, so this does not bother him, he went to talk with the other nobles and officials too. Sometimes Ingrid looks at him, and smiles at him, but she continues her work. Because of the “disguise”, she took a drink from the waiter, and checked the guests. After a few minutes, she searched for a good place to see most of the place, and she “rested” there.

If someone looked at her, they saw the lonely red hair woman, in her provocative dress, with a mask, and a drink in one of her hands. She was watching the crowd, and it seemed she was bored. That was the disguise, she was not bored, just watched the crowd like a predator. If anything had happened, she would have been ready to intervene for the Imperial couple.

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[Krae]

Objective 1. The reception
Tags: Open
Items:
Black and gold robes and cape.
shruuk (Sheathed at his side.)
Accompaniment:
2 Zhorngi each with an alchemy sword and shield.
4 Jkri.
Arrived in: The Goran


Nexus was far from happy with the new rule underneath the Eternal Empire. Perhaps he was permitted to continue running the planet, but this was hardly an optimal scenario. They were militaristic, aggressive, and close minded. Well, in those ways, they weren't unlike the Vran. Warriors were common and hard work was not optional, and they found outsiders to be merely animals with better brains, which of course they kept to themselves. But Nexus believed them to be tactically closed minded rather then religiously. Their strictness to things being done their way. If it weren't for that he had made the decision to come under peacefully, he wagered that Vran'Ti would have willingly waged war against them. And unleashed every disease, spy, and curse, they could think of. For even if they lost as a planet they were too self-controlling to want to let defeat be forgotten. However, Nexus had no intention from stepping down from his position. And he had no desire to die because he chose to battle the Eternal Empire. So, he chose the irritating option of submission. They were young enough that they weren't a danger when he came into power, so perhaps they would die out on their own before he did. Give it another decade or two and the entire situation could change. In truth, he wanted them to be uprooted so he had total control again. But he would never say such a thing out loud, or let his mind be searched to have that discovered.

He currently wore ceremonial robes, flowing black garments withe golden belt and edges. And a cape across the back. The shruuk was at his side, a weapon of his own design and power. Two Zhorngi, their bodies made large and muscular while their heads seemed to have grown jaws and more sensitive ears to hear with, and 4 Jkri wearing armor and only with their eyes exposed, accompanied him. Mostly just for the purpose of show, and if he decided he wanted something done that he didn't feel like doing himself. As a result, they were told to keep to themselves, simply standing by for orders. Eyes glancing at others that passed but not speaking a word to any. Simply remaining on watch. He had already begun the altering of his organs, creating a sort of "sack" inside that would allow anything he consumed to be simply held rather than digested. It was not an uncommon tactic for Zhorngi, especially ones of important positions. And for a man who had a history of cowardice, it would be a shock that he wouldn't attempt such methods. However as an advantage, it also meant he felt no concern eating or drinking as he pleased, if he found it convenient.

A wicked, cowardly man, who was simply powerful and clever enough for the position he had risen to. A position he did not deserve and should never have gotten.
"NEXUS KRAE, VRAN'TI VO NI." an announcer introduced. The Secret Sith lord shut his eyes for a moment. The necessity of introductions. An irritation.

His eyes glanced around, he was listening intently. Not just to their words on the outside, but to the thoughts of those not guarding them. Choosing to avoid invading any minds beyond such measure, as it might attract attention were there another here with attention to the force.

On his head he wore a black dragon mask. He had had difficulty choosing. Because having beaten the creatures into submission before, it felt like lowering himself. However the average person would not consider it such a thing. And so he chose to accept that and had one used now. Now, it was time to figure out just what to accomplish here. Who to speak to, who not to. What could be gained aside simply from being here.

 

[Neferisa]

Objective: Reception

Queen of the desert, Pharoah of her people. The two main titles she was known by, yet by so few. Rarely did she leave the confines of her planet, but her time in hiding was up. When news of a wedding reached her perked ears, Neferisa could not resist. What better away to announce ones presence in such an elegant manner? It was perfect. Of course transport was a hassle to reach the reception, she managed with two brutish Anubian guards at her side.

Each in ceremonial golden and green armor, and masked helmets. Speaking in those helmets was difficult. It was a sign of obedience, to keep ones mouth shut in the presence of royalty unless it was absolutely needed. One may see the lack of speech as weakness. She saw it as devotion.

Neferisa herself was adorned with a silken gown, with golden and silver jewels hanging from her limbs. A golden and red broad collar of royalty around the front of her neck, and a golden mask with blue around the holes the eyed saw through. The mask matching to her head shape. Several servants waited outside as she came to the door, bearing gifts. As soon as she stepped in, they followed. If she was to make an entrance, she would make it grand.

 

[Vidalu Na'an]

Objective 1A: The Reception
Attire: Formal Wear, Mask, Hair
Tags: Open
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Vidalu Na'an didn't quite...feel like herself.

She hunched over the refresher sink, fiddling with the adhesive of her mask with one finger. Na'an had squirreled herself away here almost immediately after the ceremony was over, opting out of the endless line of congratulations and ring-kissing in favor of a few moments of quiet. She had to make an appearance at the reception, she knew--for more reasons than royal obligation--which meant this might be the last opportunity she had to think properly for a while.

All the same, she'd thought these few moments of quiet would be her chance to freak out safely. To cry, maybe, or rage at nothing in particular, or have some sort of panic attack. She hadn't expected to feel this calm.

The mask's adhesive was warming slowly; Na'an dared a peek at herself in the mirror as she worked at it. Perhaps it was how she was dressed that made everything feel so different. The new Empress had made it very clear that she'd wanted this to be an opportunity for Na'an to be...whatever passed for 'pretty' for Na'an. For once, Na'an had tried to comply. The gold scaling and high collar of the dress helped, making the number feel a little like armor instead of pure formalwear, but she couldn't remember the last time she'd left this much of her legs bare. And the long gloves (sleeves? Vambraces?) somehow made the exposed shoulders feel more scandalous than if she wasn't wearing anything on her arms at all. Mixed with the thick coil of braid wrapped loosely around the back of her skull, the overall result was something weirdly provocative, like some fierce elven creature dressed in dragon skin and sunlight.

It certainly didn't look like the scrappy, haggard thing Na'an was used to seeing in the mirror. This person looked like she belonged at a royal wedding—or on a battlefield—or anywhere she wanted to belong. She could see why the Empress favored a life of complete luxury. A little money could bring out the best in even the ugliest son of a bantha.

Even the mask added to the impression. The adhesive finally warm, Na'an placed the delicate piece over her eyes and waited for the metal to cling to her face. The delicate twists and coils of gold easily covered the scars normally hidden by her patch. The only bare bits of skin were the sharp lines of her mouth and jaw, and a pair of openings that made her eyes--one silver-grey, the other a blinking white light--look huge.

Of course, the mask also covered up the dark circles under those eyes.

Maybe that was why she was so calm? Madness due to sleep deprivation? Between the events of Bakura and Abbaji, her encounter with the Emperor, the news from worlds like Verkuyl, and the constant strain of just being here surrounded by enemies, Vidalu Na'an was finding it harder and harder to simply lay down and rest. The icy landscapes of Kalidan didn't usually allow for the lengthy runs she needed to clear her head and meditate, and without the runs came the dreams. Vivid dreams, detailed to the point of being visceral even when they descended into insanity...

The only dreams that let her make it all the way through the night were the ones of the unnamed jungle world. Dreams that sang of the Enclave--dreams that smelled of mist and tea and greenery.

Na'an had had one of those dreams last night. That could be the reason behind her mood too. The Living Force influencing her thoughts again, reassuring her against all sense, giving her the strength and mental clarity to get through a day that would otherwise be her own private hell.

Or...or maybe it didn't matter. Maybe it was just because she had a job to do. She straightened up, giving the mask one last pat and her braid one last check. Then, with a quiet huff of satisfaction, she exited the refresher and padded smoothly through the sun-soaked halls of the Cattamascar palace. Whatever Leigh was doing tonight, she had been very clear on what she needed from Na'an.

Make an appearance, and cause no trouble. I will be out in the city tonight--come find me after the reception ends, if you wish. And try to relax. Things will be moving quickly soon, if tonight goes well.

Na'an had known better than to ask what the droid had meant by that. She had merely nodded, and promised, and then agreed to let the Empress dress her whatever crazy way she wished, no matter how much it cost. After all, one last indulgence wouldn't hurt, would it?
She paused at the door to the reception hall at the thought. Maybe that was why she felt like such a different person, in this place, in this dress and this mask, at this party. One last indulgence.

The idea was a little funny, honestly. Na'an found she was laughing to herself as the door opened and let her into the hall.

 

[Eliana Shan]

Objective 1A: The Reception
Items: Commlink, Blue dress, Owl mask
Tags: Open

This was it.

Elly had wanted to search for her Family for so long, and it had taken all she had to resist. To find the others she had left behind, the others she had wronged.. first she needed to find herself, right? Before she could fix anything, before she could find anyone, she had to find.. herself.

That's what she had come to the Unknown Regions believing. That's what she had been telling herself all this time. But when 01 had started picking up on transmissions containing an old friend.. well, there were some opportunities that needed to be seized, and this was clearly one of them. So off she had gone to Cattamascar, a planet she had never expected to see, let alone set foot on.. for a wedding.

She smiled despite herself. She still couldn't believe -.. No, wait. Yes she could. She could believe that this shebang was (at least partially) in Vyra's honour, and thinking that only made her smile grow more. The smile faltered, ever so briefly, as she remembered what else had been shown in the transmissions. She had seen, just before this, what this new Empire was capable of, and the thought of Vyra being so involved in the thick of it gave her pause.

Still. This was why she had come. To see, to mingle, and to make her way to her old friend on this most wondrous of days. It was with such thoughts in mind that she nodded to herself fixed the smile on her face, adjusting the single blue flower resting on her ear as she continued her meandering path through the crowd.

Elly did hope that Vyra had had time to check her comms amongst the chaos of the proceedings. One message in particular would simply read: "See you at your wedding. That's what Family is for, right? -E." But as she moved forward, feeling the clambering emotions and presences all around her, she noted that even if the message hadn't been received, it was a little too late for that. She was here, wasn't she?

And if Vyra was too.. well, maybe this was where she could start making amends.

Right?

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Attn: Vyra Silara

 

[Sinestra]

RECEPTION
Ingrid L'lerim

ORION agent Jude Falkrowe found himself in another under cover mission right after the fiasco at Abbaji where Deacon and himself infiltrated Blackwatch only to be revealed as spies by the Emperor himself. The operative was capable of impersonation due to his rather creative and unorthodox nature. Donning a mask of intricate design and an expensive suit, Jude Falkrowe became Viscount Victor Maximilian de Blois, a Galidraani minor noble from the Sith Empire.

His mission? Observe and learn. Small talk. Gossip. Gather the little pieces people ignorantly throw in conversations and build up the bigger picture of the Eternal Empire and its monarch - the Emperor. Of importance was to learn more about his now-to-be wife - Vyra Silara . Rumors were, despite a monarch herself, she shared a rather different ideology than that of the Emperor. If only Jude could uncover more vital information, the OPA might gain an advantage in their covert interventionist operations within the Eternal Empire. A task Falkrowe was responsible for considering his background as a former FOSB agent and his understanding of the works within imperial factions and the fact the Empire was rising and quickly expanding over former First Order territory. Some contacts from the ol' times were still around.

As a man with vices, it wasn't hard for Jude to automatically approach a certain red-haired lady who seemed to be alone. Surprisingly. With a measured step like a noble and strong effort to cover his usual scoundrel manners, Viscount Victor Maximilian de Blois advanced to her.

"My Lady, I-" he began but the agent's mind blocked at the sight of her. She looked even more impressive from closer. Maintain eye contact! Maintain eye contact! Old vices came clawing at him but he had to keep the scoundrel a low profile. Here, after all, he was a Galidraani noble. "A toast to the soon-to-weds." he raised his glass of champagne and bowed his head. "Viscount Victor Maximilian de Blois of Galidraan, a pleasure to know you Lady..."

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Objective 1A: The Reception | Post #1
Wearing: Uniform || Mask || Sword
Attn: Vyra Silara || Vidalu Na'an || Neferisa || Ingrid L'lerim || Krae || Eliana Shan || Sinestra || OPEN​

The announcer clicked his heels and rapped his staff on the marble tiles of the ballroom floor, a signal meant to capture everyone's attention as he recited the long list of titles of the lord sovereign of the Eternal Empire. "His Imperial Majesty, Tacitus, First of His Name, of the House Malvern, Heir to Valkorion and Ruler of the Eternal Throne by Right of Conquest, Lord of Silence, Conqueror of Worlds, Eternal Emperor of Kalidan, Autarch of the Unknown Regions and Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces of the Eternal Empire," the usher announced as the massive doors to the ballroom where the reception was taking place, parted to allow in the procession.

Ten soldiers wearing wolfskin cloaks over suits of heavy armor, swords hanging from their belts and rifles in their hands, marched side by side, forming two columns of fierce-looking warriors. Wolfguards they were, the Eternal Empire's most feared and skilled elites, bodyguards and special forces of their sovereign lord.

In their midst, wearing a pristine white uniform, red sash hung over his shoulder and Chains of Office draped diagonally across his frame, pinned by a silver badge, marched their enigmatic leader, the silver-haired Sith Lord Darth Tacitus. Head held high, his hand resting on the longsword hanging from his belt as his eyes surveyed the assembled guests with an intense, commanding look, the Eternal Emperor held himself with an imposing posture, his very presence projecting authority and power as naturally as if he was born for it.

There was something solemn and chilling as all the assembled Imperial officers, resplendent in their black uniforms, snapped to attention and saluted their dark overlord, fist-over-heart in Imperial fashion. The rigid, solemn Imperials stood out in sharp contrast to the beautiful ice sculptures which enlivened the room, together with their bouquets of flowers, hardened, weathered people, their rigid demeanor looking out of place amongst the delicate decor. Nowhere was the difference between the Empire's culture and the cultures of the rest of the galaxy more evident, than there, in that moment. It was sometimes said that Imperials never smiled. While this was certainly not true, it was easy to see why that saying was popular. Imperials were a mournful, solemn and disciplined people, molded in the image of their leader, a militaristic culture, a nation of soldiers who boasted about being the most disciplined military force in the history of the galaxy.

Mounting the steps of the raised dais at the end of the room, the Eternal Emperor turned, regarding the assembled officials with a stern, serious gaze. "Friends," he said. "Loyal citizens of the Eternal Empire and honored guests. Today, we are gathered here for the union between two peoples, two nations joining together as one, under the crimson banner of the Empire, to further the cause of Infinite Conquest, for the greater good of all," the Emperor addressed the guests in Basic, for the benefit of those foreign dignitaries who were unfamiliar with High Nelvaanian, the Empire's official language. "Let us hold a moment of silence, to honor those who came before us, those who valiantly laid down their lives so that we may be here today."

"It is through their sacrifices, through the valiant actions of the great martyrs of the Empire, that we are able to witness this day. Years ago, we made a vow, that government of the soldiers, by the soldiers, for the soldiers, shall never perish from this galaxy, for it is the only just means by which a nation may be governed. And today, in honor of those who sacrificed themselves so that others may live to carry on their work, through this union between the peoples of Kalidan and Cattamascar, of the Eternal Empire and the Kingdom of Elenthaeus, that oath is renewed."

"Fallen soldiers of the Empire and martyrs of this most righteous and just cause, we who are alive to fight, salute you," the Emperor spoke in a solemn tone, then clicked his heels and crossed his fist over his heart in silence. As one, every soldier and officer present at the gathering, mirrored their overlord's gesture, a silent, solemn acknowledgement to honor their Empire's greatest heroes.

 

[Triken Stalfoun]

Objective 1A: The Reception
Attire: This
ATTN: Kainan Wolfe | Vidalu Na'an | Krae | Eliana Shan | Neferisa | Ingrid L'lerim | Vyra Silara | OPEN​

It was an event to be spoken of for eons to come.

For years he had served the Cattamascar aristocracy, the people of his homeworld and the freedom of the planets littering the Unknown Regions. Whether it had been under the flag of Cattamascar and house Stalfoun or under the banner of the Eternal Empire, he fought with every fiber of his being for the freedom that the people so desperately desired. A freedom that would once again be reinforced by an indescribably glorious union.

The union of the Queen of Cattamascar and the Eternal Emperor himself. Two fundamentally different individuals united under the same desire to create something better for the Unknown Regions.

Standing to one side of the raised dais, poised in a similarly dignified fashion as those other officers who stood with him, the old General took note of every last detail of the gathering. A mix of emotion filled him as he considered what was to come, a doubt for the people of Cattamascar and a hope for the people of the galaxy as a whole, each taking it's root and showing it's effect as he panned his eyes over each different body in attendance.

This was not the time for such emotions, however, was the thought that settled in his mind at the tail end of his evaluation. And with the expert practice he had fitted to his ability over his years of service, he tucked away those feelings as his son had once taught him during one of the last times they spoke; and in truth the very last time they ever saw one another during his son's short life.

It was then, following an almost questionable announcement of a lord Nexus Krae, that the Emperor entered.

With an educated instinct he saluted as the entourage of Wolfguard made their way up the aisle to the dais, each one of them dressed in their traditional black attire. Each of them with a look only the educated to perform their tasks could possess in the presence of their emperor, he remembered a time when those uniforms had unsettled him; a time when his experience with the empire remained a fresh and mild distortion in his perception.

Upon the echo of the emperor's voice, and the lowering of his arm from salute, in regards to the fallen, once again he felt his emotions begin to turmoil to the slightest of margins. Where the Emperor spoke of the fallen, of the martyrs and of the many who had come before, the general's mind solely fell upon the image of the son he had lost in service to the Eternal Empire. Bitter as it was, but peaceful in the knowledge of his sacrifice, he saluted none the less to the Emperor's rally.

Hand over heart, posture firm and rigid, the Hero of Cattamascar showed, with a stalwart air, the people that even one of their own knew the importance of the gesture. It was in light of this that some, pockets here and there, only took up the salute following his gesture; though only briefly. Each of them lowering their hands after the moment of silence as the General lowered his own to follow suit with the Emperor himself in his promotion of faith and honor to the fallen.

It did not escape the eyes and mind of the old General that there were still those within the masses of the Cattamascar that opposed the union. That there were those who would readily support any possibility of preventing the union and risking the freedom and independence of the system within the ever expanding reach of the Eternal Empire. Those that the General used his exploits to reach in the best manner he knew how.

For if the Hero of Cattamascar could accept, rally to and justify the endeavors of the Eternal Empire who were they to question?

And even then, he knew that if they would follow. If not for him, than for their queen.

A queen who was soon to become an empress.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Cattamascar, Reception
Tags: Kainan Wolfe , Vyra Silara
Attire | Mask
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As the announcer went through the motions of announcing the various individuals, a list of who's who that were attending the grand imperial wedding, it all was routine and he took pride in his work. But when the next individuals name flashed across his screen his eyes went wide and his mouth nearly dropped in shock, he cleared his throat as he tapped the staff twice and his voice rang out across the assembled gathering the name and presence of this newcomer sending shockwaves through the event;

"His Imperial and Royal Apostolic Majesty Darth Prazutis I by the Grace of the Sith'ari, the Breaker of Dynasties, Destroyer of Empires, Reaper of Souls, Despoiler of Mandalore, Guardian of Bastion and Dromund Kaas, Lord of Death of the Sith Immortal, Supreme Commander of all Sith-Imperial Forces, Shadow Hand of the Tenth Sith Empire, Eternal King of Thule, Undying Warlord of Rattatak, Sovereign of the House Zambrano, and God-King of all Epicanthix!"
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The doors were pulled open to reveal the titanic eight foot frame of the Lord of Lies himself clad in a very formal black uniform, distinctly of Sith-Imperial design. It was made of the finest dark fabrics a command plaque over his breast displayed the Second in Command of the Sith Empire, the dynastic sigil, the Eye of Solomon was visible on his belt buckle. There was a black sith collar that coiled around his neck and a long cape descended from his back. But what most stood out on this massive figure? The mask. The mask he chose was an actual skull, the faintest presence of light, a death echo of the Jedi Master he butchered and ripped off of his dead corpse. The skull was put through a highly complex alchemical process that stained it a deep black. The eyeholes of the skull were filled with a pair of twin blazing molten orbs of fire. The mask painted the great tyrant as a figure that was even more monstrous, a towering demon of nightmares cloaked in the magnificence of Sith-Imperialism.

A presence swirled around him.

To stand close to the immense Sith Lord one couldn't help but feel like they were drowning, their bodies being crushed from the deepest pressures of the ocean. It was a presence so deeply profound it heavied the immediate air around him as if it choked everything around him in darkness, a void that crawled across the floors and up the very walls. There was an overwhelming, commanding aura of authority that surrounded his form, the way in which he moved. He walked as if he owned the very ground he walked on, his head high and prideful as his gaze swept across the assembled guests. In one fell swoop for a short passage of time it seemed as if the reception had stopped for his arrival, as if the guests looked to check if this was just some sort of mistake to see such a galactic conqueror. Yet there he was flanked on either side by the Imperial Crownguard, a pair of individuals that walked behind the escort carried a chest between them, bearing gifts only one monarch could give another. Once his eyes spotted an individual he was looking for, he made his way straight towards the Eternal Emperor himself, the statesman fresh off giving an exceptional speech to his guests.

 

[NPC Treasury]

Objective: 1A
Dress : Mask
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Kay didn't want to be here. But Mythos had insisted. Her own history with Kainan Wolfe was one filled with blood and death. Was he even aware that she was alive? More than likely, and yet somehow that old execution order had been stayed. Perhaps it was due to her not trying to reclaim what she had lost; that being Zakuul. After her escape from crucifixion, Kay had settled on Atrisia/Anarris, created her own tea company with special teas and goodies, and basically kept to herself. That is until Mythos arrived. Being the Silver Tongue that he was, he had convinced her to be by his side for as long as she wished. After the death of her husband and the breaking of their Force Bond, her self imposed exile wasn't enough. Abel Australis also convinced her to not just cower in the sand and cut herself off from the Galaxy. He encouraged her to stand up to her rivals as she had once done.

But here? Here she was being escorted into a den of wolves, much like she had done when she was under house arrest by the Sith Empire. Kay's chosen attire reflected how she felt in regards to the state of things; Darkness absorbing the Light. Yet still there was hope as not all of the Light had been extinguished.

Kay turned to the announcers and shook her head while handing them her invitation. "Don't announce me, please. I just want to walk in quietly." It was by far the better option. Mythos was still getting ready as far as she could tell and as usual she wanted to get this done and over with as soon as she could. Hopefully he wouldn't make a spectacle of her.

As she made her way in, looking to the variety of outfits and masks, it was hard not to notice Darth Prazutis . Not only with the presence he gave, but also his height. For who else could it be? The mask that he wore was typical; a skull. Death and destruction always at his wake. And that was exactly what she had wanted to avoid.

She made her way over to the refreshment table, looking for tea. They better have tea. Mythos lured her here with tea and the promise of arranging a tea date with Vyra Silara . Hopefully that comes to pass.

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Objective: 2
Dress: Mask
​

The union between two kingdoms was something to celebrate. For most. But for Lori it was a moment of opportunity. For weeks now she had been partaking in the newly created Eclipse Rebellion; an organization built entirely to thwart the Eternal Empire and bring it down. Their brutality was unwanted in the Galaxy. She had seen what they could do on Bakura; slaughtering anyone and everyone that didn't bow down to them. Lori had barely gotten out of there with some women and children along with her.

That was the spark for the flame. Now a secret network was made and funding coming from more than just her own pockets. Hardly anyone knew of what she was up to. Only Arla, her co-pilot. Lori's own bodyguard/boyfriend Curtis Learchin wasn't completely aware of what she had been doing while he was off sorting his own affairs. But that secrecy would end soon enough and she hoped that he wanted to help her instead of discouraging her to stop.

Making her way through the market, Lori loved the fact that her identity was hidden. There was something freeing about it. So many visitors and citizens alike, it was easy to get lost in the mix. And that was exactly her plan. As she wandered she listened carefully to the words that were uttered, searching for words that would clue her in on who would be helping her with the Rebellion and who would not. How could they miss such an opportunity to have some kind of cell planted within the new Empress' own planet? Lori had met Vyra Silara on the Legacy when Mitth'rae'leios had captured her ship. And it was through that meeting that she had hoped that Kainan Wolfe and his methods of conquest could be tamed or at least watered down.

There was far too much evil in the Galaxy already.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Ingrid L’lerim
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard​

Objective: The Reception
Location: Cattamascar
Equipment: outfit, mask
Tag(s): Sinestra | Kainan Wolfe | Open

She was not alone for long, because soon, a man joined her. Until that happened, she watched the crowd. Between them, she recognized her parents. That was a little surprising to her, because she knows her father well, and Jon L’lerim was not the man who would have liked such events, but her mother does. So her father has no chance to avoid this. She smiled at this thought.

That was the point, when Viscount Victor Maximilian de Blois of Galidraan arrived to her. She can imagine how hard it would be for the man to maintain eye contact, in fact, he was really good at it. Most of the men can’t do this; it was a “curse” of the dress. After the toast, Ingrid raised her glass too.

”Welcome my Lord!” she replied. ”Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal, Baroness of Vengard.”

She thought for a moment, but in the end, she didn’t say the “Lady of Christophsis” title. Maybe her husband still part of the CIS, and thereby she too, but she was near to persuade her husband, to leave the CIS, and move to the Eternal Empire’s territory with his… now with their common people. Not all of the Christophsisian belong to Tubrok, just few million people. They can handle the moving, if they will do this.

”How are you feeling so far?” she asked.

And then, the Emperor arrived. She is curtsey to him this time, not salute, it could be weird in this dress. Matter of fact, the whole situation was funny to her. Everyone brings weapons, she is not. She trusts in her abilities, and if she brings them with herself, she should have worn a uniform, and not a dress. When the Emperor crossed his fist over his heart, she did the same.

After this, Darth Prazutis arrived too. That was a surprise, she never thought, the Sith Emperor’s right hand will show up here. While he waited for the Viscount answer, she sent a message to his master and Emperor, after a short concentration.

<”My lord, sorry for the interruption. You want me to entertain Darth Prazutis ?”> she sent a telepathic message to Kainan Wolfe in High Nelvaanian.

​

 

[Sinestra]

RECEPTION

Ingrid L'l...
Ingrid L'lerm-Gal...
Ingrid L'lerim-something?

Ingrid L'lerim-Ragal, Baroness of... something.

He finally ceased trying to pronounce her name in his mind, all the while maintaining a trained, gracious smirk while his mind processed the information. Did everyone in the Eternal Empire have equally complicated names and titles? Then this wouldn't really be a job he would excel at. Jude was a man of action and movement, it's why he'd been in the field always and never behind a desk. How ironic his Force talent lied in the 'art' of mentalism. Speaking of which, had he not been extremely cautious, both with the hidden Force disperser talisman beneath his shirt and locking down his Force exposure, he would've been able to catch the telepathic message. Not this time.

"Quite jolly, my Lady Baroness." Viscount de Blois bowed his head courteously. He was neither used to this odd, 'noble' lexis neither the manners. "It is, after all, an incredibly merry and important event."

"Speaking of which, y'all-" he paused abruptly at his accidental use of 'outer rim slang' and quickly cleared his throat. "do you believe the rumors, Lady Baroness?" Victor Maximilian lowered his voice and came closer. Maintain eye contact, Falkrowe!

"The rumors that speak of secret ties between the Empress-to-be and rebellious elements within the Empire?" Rumors which were exclusively over-exaggerated gossip but every agent had his own methods of acquiring intelligence.

He couldn't help but steal a spacer's glance at her dress.

Ingrid L'lerim

 

[Curtis Learchin]

Objective 2:
Suit
​

Curtis had never seen something like this wedding before. It was grand, ceremonial, and completely for show, but it seemed to have worked out in their favour. Loreena Arenais-Valhoun and himself were finally reunited after his trip, and it was a romantic setting, even if he got the feeling that it wouldn't stay that way for long. He had donned a suit for the occasion, deciding not to use a mask as he was completely unknown to anyone who wasn't a member of the Sith Empire. And since this was a wedding in Eternal Empire territory, he was fairly certain he had nothing to worry about.

Lori on the other hand did have a mask, and quite a beautiful one at that. Her dress rose and fell like a phoenix in the light, mesmerising Curtis for a minute before he could snap out of the daze. It truly was a miracle to him that he had found her, and he would do whatever he could to stay at her side, even if it meant ditching his swordstaff for the night. Not that he was totally defenceless without it though.

"Remind me again why we're here, m'lady?" He asked, offering his arm to Lori as they moved through the market. The whole city was pulsing with excitement over the wedding, and he almost understood why, it seemed to be quite the occasion. But at that moment, all he could focus on was her.

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Objective: 2
​

Lori gladly linked her arm with Curtis Learchin as he approached. He was ever so handsome in his suit and she loved the fact that the two were together again. It had felt like forever that they had been apart, when in reality it had just been a few months.

She gestured towards the market after he asked about their purpose here. "To take part in the festivities and to shop, of course." Though Lori then leaned into him a bit so that she could whisper to him. "I hope to be meeting some contacts here for a side project of mine." She didn't really want to say much more. Spies could be anywhere.

"It's good to have you back. I've missed you." Lori smiled. If her contacts didn't show, then at least she'd have a good date out of this.

 

[LE-03 (Leigh)]

Objective 2: House of Troubles
Tags: Loreena Arenais-Valhoun , OPEN
​

The yearly festival of Carnival, Leigh had gleaned, was largely a time for the citizens of Cattamascar to commemorate the last few weeks of warmth before the planet's rotation pulled them into the cold season. Traditional celebratory attire included light but extravagant costumes, elaborate masks, and large amounts of face or body paint--all of which designed to obscure the identities of celebrants and free them to take full advantage of the waning summer. Two of the three, the droid had found in her reconnaissance, had been co-opted by tonight's wedding between Lady Vyra Silara and Emperor Tacitus--likely in an attempt to link the event to the planet's most beloved celebration, thus influencing popular opinion towards the union. She understood why the third had been largely rejected from the reception's dress code, however. Even with all the allowances the Imperials were making to 'play nice', body paint would be just a step too far in the direction of what they deemed 'crass, unsophisticated decadence.'

Still, Leigh, reflected, down here on the streets, the substance had its uses. For one, it was incredibly popular among her own kind.

The droid cut an easy path through the festival streets, noting that while the other celebrants parted easily before her, none of them paid her any mind. She had chosen to get sprayed down in a complex pattern of blues and greens and purples--colors, she had observed, particularly common choices for decoration this year. For her dome, she opted to discard her normal human expression to instead display the face of a Rodian male, its starlit eyes shifting between all the shades on her chassis. The effect was quite fetching, she allowed, although both Na'an and Miss Bastiel would have called it garish. Garish, however, was in this case the perfect disguise, allowing her to make her way to the city's central square unmolested.

Her contacts on the network had claimed--then confirmed that there would be a meeting nearby tonight. The message had been as clear as possible: Should the parties responsible for the Abbaji data be available, their attendance would be extremely important for our future plans.
Whether that entreaty had been for Loreena or herself, it was more difficult to discern. The message could mean setting that figure up as the public face for the movement, which was absolutely out of the question. It could also mean they had recognized that the data required internal access to Empire systems and wanted to talk intelligence, which was...dangerous. LE-03 was nothing if not thorough, however, and she had orchestrated the events on Abbaji for just this kind of purpose. Whatever the message had been implying, she had to see if this budding rebellion would have what it would take to protect what she meant it to protect.

Who she meant it to protect. When the time inevitably came.

In the meantime, Leigh lingered near the square, waiting for her size to catch the eye of anyone who might specifically be looking for her. Statistically speaking, trying to locate the rebels herself would be too risky--better to let Loreena Arenais send them her way.

In the meantime, the music was...nice. Na'an would have liked the drums.

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Objective: 1A
Tags: Vidalu Na'an
Attire: Dress Mask
​

Taozi was quite surprised she was invited to the wedding, but accepted the invitation nonetheless. It was a stark contrast to the usual doom and gloom vibe the Empire gave off, and she was pleased to see they could actually feel joy. Kainan Wolfe 's speech was impressive, and oddly inspiring to her despite her... disagreements with the Empire and it's methods. The two female Tal members who stood by her sides were dressed similarly to their Alor, albeit in darker shades of purple and pink.

"Alor, <how long are you going to play this game of yours with the Empire?>"

"<Until Pandath City has recovered, at least. Or until they catch on that we don't like them. They might have an idea already, but if they do, they haven't done anything about it. We are useful to them, despite what their poster boy thinks of us. By the Manda, can you believe how he said doctor on Verkyul? My, I hope he doesn't need medical treatment anytime soon.>"

"<It's almost like he forgot you're Mandalorian. I'm surprised you didn't stab him, I know I would have.>"

The three women laughed as they spoke in Mando'a, those around them none the wiser to their conversation. Though, some could assume they were gossiping from their facial expressions if they cared. Though, when Taozi saw a woman dressed in gold move through the crowd, her interest was piqued. Pink eyes narrowed in observation, trying to place were she had seen those movements.

Bakura.

"<I'll be back, I see someone I'd like to chat with.>"

Her companions looked at her confused as she moved through the crowd, towards the woman in gold. Taozi surrounded herself in an aura of calmness through the Force, that radiated outwards subtly. She didn't want to spook someone who could take out tanks, lest she put herself and the woman in gold in danger.

"Hello there, I'm Doctor Taozi Fuyuan Tal. Would you care to dance with me? I'm awfully out of practice in ballroom styles, but it wouldn't do well to be a wall flower all evening."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective 1A: The Reception
Wearing: Dress | Mask
Still Wielding: 4 Nozhi Blades (guess where)
Specific Tags: Dexter Zytros | +Open

It had been so long since Scherezade had last attended a wedding. In a stroke of irony, she was wearing the exact same dress right now that she had then, but everything else was so very different; for one, she wasn't drunk or crying. Two, she was no longer part of the Confederacy. And three, she was actually slightly bouncy to see what this one would be about.

In fact, she was standing there right now, the skin of the side of her butt feeling somewhat cool, and a smile was on her face. Very few faces she knew had shown up, and all of them were attached to people that she genuinely liked so far. Even if they were covered by masks because someone thought it would be a smart idea to add it to the mandatory formal wear. Pfft. Not even a mask could mask (ha ha, pun, gitit?) the glow of her eyes, emerald in its hue and changing sometimes with the intensity of her moods.

Turning to her companion, the Sithling smiled. This time she even had a friend with her! The two had met on Kesh and bonded over large bombs and unstable subterranean tunnels. It was just meant to be.

Grabbing a drink of something that was bubbly and had all the colors of the rainbow, the Sithling rolled her eyes and giggled as the endless list of titles that belonged to Kainan Wolfe was announced. She knew that if she ever decided to, she could've receive a list that long as well, but it always seemed so… Pompous, to her. And anyway, then came the speech, which had Scherezade more concerned with refiling her glance than paying attention.

As for the union itself… She didn't have too much to say. Scherezade did not understand at all why Agents of Chaos was friendly with these people, who were setting out to be conquerors, who would never be satisfied with a single planet. There would come a day where she and they would fight each other, and it would be a bloody day indeed.

But until that day arrived, Tacitus was paying for the booze and the fun, so that was fun enough for the time being.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: 1A
Suit // mask

This was his element, a mascarade ball with NPC Treasury hooked around his arm and the Rudis on his belt. A time to drink wine and accelerate his agenda without having to decapitate someone, blast someone into ash or resurrect some ancient Sith Lord to force storm a fleet into the sun. Today was a good day.

"Introducing the Sith Magnus! God King of the plains of Ankhypt and Angrammar! The Axe Weilder! Conqueror of the Unknown Regions! Rightful King of Atrisia! Champion of the Sith Empire! Lord of Gold! Baron of the Bazaars! Benefactor of Marna! Subjugator of Obredaan! Count of the Lost and Forgotten! Seeker beneath the sands! He who cheated death and the only Sith to stand before a Wall of Light yet lives to tell the tale! Animus Malgus! Lord Mythos! With him his latest conquest! Lady Lorena of Midalvies!"

Oh how he loved the old titles, the man was good at booming them out. He was fashionably late yet it was the perfect time to scope out exactly who was here and what to do. He came with a wineskin in his hands and took a long sip before he tossed it to the side. No getting drunk today, but a cigar of Dark Bota was always welcome.

"Relax and enjoy yourself. That ring I gave you makes it so that any and all force signatures you emanate are identical to mine, it links you to me in mind and soul, any attempt to probe you is just bounced on to me."

He raised his hands and greeted the crowd as a famous holomovie star would, fame and infamy went hand in hand. As he scanned he noticed his old ally Darth Prazutis and raised his cigar to the shadowy giant. He was glad he was here, it meant he was in the safest place in the galaxy but to Kay it meant she was literally among wolves. Oh the thrill of it all...

He raised his cigar a second time, this time to Vyra Silara and her groom Kainan Wolfe , their hosts and their patrons. He had promised Kay a tea date with Vyra and he was definently going to try.​