Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
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You have it.
Star Wars, a Fractured Galaxy - Game Thread
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You have it.
TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
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Rifts and Isolation - Turn Two
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The Disciples Divided
The Temple on Serenity
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The Disciples Divided
The Temple on Serenity
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Disturbed by a perceived trend of political activism within the ancient and venerable order, a number of the Disciples of the Force have chosen to officially break with the First Disciple and go their separate ways. Seeking to go back to the roots of the Disciples as an order focused upon enlightenment and self-perfection, removed from the affairs of material world, these dissenters have departed from Yavin IV and, in a handful of rickety ships, vanished into the Deep Core seeking a new, isolated home to further their meditations. Settling upon a remote world named Serenity by these breakaway Disciples, the dissenters, calling themselves the Students of the True Way, have established for themselves a small monastery on the world where they have devoted themselves to meditation, studies, and inner peace free of the political activism espoused by the First Brother of the Disciples. Although this is concerning enough for the Disciples, that the Students of the True Way took with them a number of artifacts, including the Layer of Hands' clothing which is believed by many to form a connection with the venerable master, has proven especially damaging and, more importantly, hurtful due to the perceived betrayal.
Summary
A rift is formed in the Disciples.
Summary
Mon Calamari remain removed from the Northern League.
Summary
A rift is formed in the Disciples.
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Neutrality
The King of Dac, Raddus IV
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Hopes that the Aqueous Knights would join the Northern League would be dashed after the militant order was forced to withdraw from talks after the King of Dac, Raddus IV, indicated the possibility of a rift between the Aqueous Knights and Dac should the Knights join the organisation. Citing the longstanding policy of strict neutrality embraced by Dac, a result of wars with the Empire centuries ago that caused the Mon Calamari to withdraw for their own safety, the King and his advisers have used the considerable influence Dac has with the Aqueous Knights to maintain that policy. Instead, the Mon Calamari have signaled their intent to continue colonial efforts to their east and southeast where at least six colonies have been founded over the past millennia to the benefit of Dac and it's aquatic inhabitants. Despite this, however, the Aqueous Knights have made clear that their commitments to preexisting contracts will stand and that the shipyards at Dac will remain open to outside powers.Neutrality
The King of Dac, Raddus IV
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Summary
Mon Calamari remain removed from the Northern League.
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The Disciples Divided
The Temple on Serenity
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Disturbed by a perceived trend of political activism within the ancient and venerable order, a number of the Disciples of the Force have chosen to officially break with the First Disciple and go their separate ways. Seeking to go back to the roots of the Disciples as an order focused upon enlightenment and self-perfection, removed from the affairs of material world, these dissenters have departed from Yavin IV and, in a handful of rickety ships, vanished into the Deep Core seeking a new, isolated home to further their meditations. Settling upon a remote world named Serenity by these breakaway Disciples, the dissenters, calling themselves the Students of the True Way, have established for themselves a small monastery on the world where they have devoted themselves to meditation, studies, and inner peace free of the political activism espoused by the First Brother of the Disciples. Although this is concerning enough for the Disciples, that the Students of the True Way took with them a number of artifacts, including the Layer of Hands' clothing which is believed by many to form a connection with the venerable master, has proven especially damaging and, more importantly, hurtful due to the perceived betrayal.
Summary
A rift is formed in the Disciples.
Message to: for internal distribution, mailing list subscribers
From: First Disciple Vaslen Parhas
To all,
I have heard some concerns from amongst both fellow Disciples and pilgrims on Yavin that by accepting associate status with the Northern League the Disciples of the Force have stepped away from our thousand-year policy of neutrality. While I understand these concerns, I must say that nothing could be further from the truth of the matter. Associate status with the Northern League acknowledges and respects our long tradition of neutrality and arbitration, serving as a formalization of the mediator role we have played between many nations in the past and guaranteeing access to information from these various governments that the Disciples might best coordinate our sophontitarian aid, such as in the case of the ongoing campaigns of the Rouge Sith and Oplovis-Agamar against the Skywalker pirates whose ill-gotten worlds will require the nurturing touch of the healer and the educator to ease the strain and suffering of their population. To reduce the suffering of others, as Layer of Hands taught, is our ultimate goal.
In addition, there has been a great deal of concern on the actions of several of our fellow Disciples who have chosen to officially sever ties with our Order. While their concerns are of course understandable, it is unfortunate that they chose to act with silence, treachery, and theft rather than a frank and open exchange of opinions, as has always been the way of our order. Had they chosen to approach the matter in a reasonable manner mindful of the need for open communication, a solution might have been reached without the immense pain that this separation has created for all concerned. Alas, this was not the case. While they will be welcomed back with open arms should they ever choose to return, this rash and hurtful action on their part has created spiritual wounds amongst the Disciples that may take some time to heal. However, this must not reduce our commitment to charitable works and the pursuit of spiritual peace. Over the coming weeks we will organize a series of retreats and meetings amongst the Disciples that feelings and thoughts on this rift may be expressed in a constructive and mindful manner, with the hope that through consideration and thoughtful action we may embark upon the path to healing.
A pair of explorators
To: The Empire, The Mandalorian Empire, The Hutt Empire, The Second Republic, Numerous Secondary and Tertiary Powers, and the Galaxy in general @Sidheach, @Maugan Ra, @Cetashwayo, @Sarpedon, @EtceteraEtcetera
From: The Explorator Guild Recruitment Offices
[The Holo opens on a rotating Guild logo, set to bombastic music. The logo fades to a ship flying through space.]
"What mysteries will unexplored space reveal? Guild Explorators are working around the clock to probe its secrets!"
[The ship touches down on an alien world, teeming with wildlife.]
"Once we rediscover Byss, we will explore it!"
[A squadron of repurposed cargo haulers, tricked out fighters, and personalized freighters flies by. The text JOIN UP NOW! slides onto the screen.]
"We have the ships!"
[An explorator lassos a golden alien artifact with a grapnel line.]
"We have the equipment!"
[A crowd of explorators mill about a fancy hanger, each enthusiastic and bursting with energy.]
"We need Explorators!"
[YOU!]
"We need you all! Membership! Guarantees! Free passage!"
[A group of starships exits hyperspace above an alien world, veering into its orbit.]
[THEY'LL KEEP EXPLORING!]
[AND SO CAN YOU!]
Actions
- The Explorator Guild petitions most of the powers in the Galaxy for permission to set up recruitment centers.
- Somewhere, Alara shuts off her HoloNet feed and sighs.
TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
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Diplomatic Action! (@Sidheach/@Havocfett)
As a gesture of good will and a token of good faith the Rouge Sith have announced:
-Sophont rights observers from the Fondor Foundation will be present for combat and clean up operations in Clan Space! No disintegrations!
-Aid convoys are allowed unrestricted access to critical areas within the current theater of operations! Mercenary captains are strongly encouraged not to skim on the grounds that Sanguine will be sad. And then send angry Massassi to break their face!
-As much transparency as possible! Observers will be able to observe things besides the walls of a shitty hotel bulkhead!
In reciprocal exchange the Fondor Foundation have announced:
-Aid convoys! Hooray for medicine and food!
-Political advisors to help Darth Sanguine craft that most mystical and dangerous of Sith workings: public policy! The North waits in terror!
As a gesture of good will and a token of good faith the Rouge Sith have announced:
-Sophont rights observers from the Fondor Foundation will be present for combat and clean up operations in Clan Space! No disintegrations!
-Aid convoys are allowed unrestricted access to critical areas within the current theater of operations! Mercenary captains are strongly encouraged not to skim on the grounds that Sanguine will be sad. And then send angry Massassi to break their face!
-As much transparency as possible! Observers will be able to observe things besides the walls of a shitty hotel bulkhead!
In reciprocal exchange the Fondor Foundation have announced:
-Aid convoys! Hooray for medicine and food!
-Political advisors to help Darth Sanguine craft that most mystical and dangerous of Sith workings: public policy! The North waits in terror!
- Location
- Elsewhere
A pair of explorators
To: The Empire, The Mandalorian Empire, The Hutt Empire, The Second Republic, Numerous Secondary and Tertiary Powers, and the Galaxy in general @Sidheach, @Maugan Ra, @Cetashwayo, @Sarpedon, @EtceteraEtcetera
From: The Explorator Guild Recruitment Offices
[The Holo opens on a rotating Guild logo, set to bombastic music. The logo fades to a ship flying through space.]
"What mysteries will unexplored space reveal? Guild Explorators are working around the clock to probe its secrets!"
[The ship touches down on an alien world, teeming with wildlife.]
"Once we rediscover Byss, we will explore it!"
[A squadron of repurposed cargo haulers, tricked out fighters, and personalized freighters flies by. The text JOIN UP NOW! slides onto the screen.]
"We have the ships!"
[An explorator lassos a golden alien artifact with a grapnel line.]
"We have the equipment!"
[A crowd of explorators mill about a fancy hanger, each enthusiastic and bursting with energy.]
"We need Explorators!"
[YOU!]
"We need you all! Membership! Guarantees! Free passage!"
[A group of starships exits hyperspace above an alien world, veering into its orbit.]
[THEY'LL KEEP EXPLORING!]
[AND SO CAN YOU!]
Actions
The Centares Concordat would, of course, be willing to permit the Explorator Guild to set up recruitment centers within its borders, with the understanding that the Guild is a politically neutral organization and will remain complaint with the legal ordinances of the Concordat and the Northern League.
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To: Explorator Guild
From: Fondor Foundation
Fondor Foundation is wholly willing to host recruitment and other offices of the Explorator Guild, as well as facilitate connections between the guild and a multitude of professional marketing and advertisement agencies galaxy wide.
From: Fondor Foundation
Fondor Foundation is wholly willing to host recruitment and other offices of the Explorator Guild, as well as facilitate connections between the guild and a multitude of professional marketing and advertisement agencies galaxy wide.
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But of course Moff Paramexor! Elyria is the second closest thing to my heart, and that's just because my personal shield wouldn't have room to fit her in the gap. I will treasure and protect her like the fine figure of Aurelian womanhood she is.
Something shocking sounds about right. Combat boots for sure.
And I did say we had to go off for killings didn't I? I'd never dream of leaving you out!
Also...None of the household staff mentioned that chains thing did they? Only, it was meant to be a surprise and they were under strict orders not to and I'll need to rip some wagging tongues out if they've spoiled it.
Kisses.
The Explorator Guild will of course respect the laws of the Centares Concordat, as it does with all polities within which it resides.
The Explorator Guild thanks the Fondor Foundation for it's openness, and I greatly appreciate the offer.
- Guildmaster Alara
A pair of explorators
To: The Empire, The Mandalorian Empire, The Hutt Empire, The Second Republic, Numerous Secondary and Tertiary Powers, and the Galaxy in general @Sidheach, @Maugan Ra, @Cetashwayo, @Sarpedon, @EtceteraEtcetera
From: The Explorator Guild Recruitment Offices
[The Holo opens on a rotating Guild logo, set to bombastic music. The logo fades to a ship flying through space.]
"What mysteries will unexplored space reveal? Guild Explorators are working around the clock to probe its secrets!"
[The ship touches down on an alien world, teeming with wildlife.]
"Once we rediscover Byss, we will explore it!"
[A squadron of repurposed cargo haulers, tricked out fighters, and personalized freighters flies by. The text JOIN UP NOW! slides onto the screen.]
"We have the ships!"
[An explorator lassos a golden alien artifact with a grapnel line.]
"We have the equipment!"
[A crowd of explorators mill about a fancy hanger, each enthusiastic and bursting with energy.]
"We need Explorators!"
[YOU!]
"We need you all! Membership! Guarantees! Free passage!"
[A group of starships exits hyperspace above an alien world, veering into its orbit.]
[THEY'LL KEEP EXPLORING!]
[AND SO CAN YOU!]
Actions
From: King Luke Organa V, Acting on behalf of the people of New Alderaan and at the behest of the Parliment
To: The Explorator Guild
Permission granted- we would also like to inquire if the Exploratory Guild would be open to exploration for colonizable worlds nearby New Alderaan.
The Explorator Guild thanks New Alderaan for it's openness. It is willing to organize expeditions if given funding to establish a base of operations, but the area of space where New Alderaan is located has been fairly well explored, so the Guild can offer no guarantees.
Mandalorian Civil War - Turn Two
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The Mandalorian Civil War
Wreck on Von Alai
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The Mandalorian Civil War
Wreck on Von Alai
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Largely left free to continue their feud with Mand'alor the Dominator, Mand'alor the Reluctant and Clan Wayland, the most active clan in the south, would escalate hostilities in the south in response to Mand'alor the Dominator's various comments about rescuing Thustra, blending the head of Clan Wayland into a liquid and drinking her, and tearing out Mand'alor the Reluctant's spine and skipping rope with it. Laying a trap for the Dominator, Clan Wayland would wait for the Southern Mand'alor to characteristically rush into the fray, throwing his fleets towards the besieged world under the assumption that the Northern Clans were too weak, spineless, and pitiful to challenge him. Such an attitude would be the Dominator's undoing with Clan Wayland, in anticipation of a general thrust towards the Southern Clans, hitting Mand'alor the Dominator as he made the jump to Tierfon, yanking his fleets out of hyperspace using Waylayer-class Interdictors, and forcing him into an unexpected engagement.
Ambushed though he may have been, and outnumbered as would soon become apparent, Mand'alor the Dominator was far from inflexible and would react quickly to the change in circumstances. Shifting gear, the Dominator would move his fleets back and away from the ambush, using his larger capital ships to shield the smaller corvettes and cruisers, before taking advantage of the range afforded to his unimaginatively named missle boats and launching volleys of concussion missiles towards the Northern Clans. In this way, the Dominator would narrowly manage to salvage the situation, with a volley of missiles disabling one of the offending Waylayers and allowing his fleets to withdraw, though it would appear to be for naught as word spread of a greater offensive that was already underway. With Celanon largely secure, a few pockets of isolated resistance remained and those clans still present continued to bicker though the planet was otherwise under control, Mand'alor the Reluctant had finally decided to bring the wayward Southern Clans to heel.
Passing through Levian, Obroa-Skai, Paonid, and Grayan, Mand'alor the Reluctant would encounter stout resistance as these particularly fiery Mandalorians made a point of fighting the Mand'alor wherever possible. Though sheer weight of numbers once more allowed the Mandalorians to pass through swiftly, these independent systems would harry Mand'alor the Reluctant's forces and force him to spend valuable time picking apart their ships, destroying orbital defences, and leaving forces in orbit around them in order to secure his rear. Such was the effectiveness of their delaying tactics that by the time his fleets reached the Southern Clans, Mand'alor the Dominator had begun to entrench himself and make preparations to bleed his northern counterpart for every inch of soil he sought to reclaim. At Von Alai, the first encounter between the two Mand'alors would occur with Mand'alor the Dominator, lightaxe in hand, making a point of boarding the Reluctant's vessel as a show of bravery to his men and a challenge to his foes.
Supported by both the Mand'jetii and the Nightsisters, whose actions shall be covered later, as well as Captain Mitth'rance'tann, who didn't really fight so much as observe, Mand'alor the Reluctant would accept the challenge offered and fight with the Dominator aboard the Vindicator. The fight, which would only end after the Dominator's bodyguards dragged him away, would be considered something of a poetic display by the Mandalorians who would admire the footage of the two warriors engaged in single-combat, the Reluctant making use of a more traditional axe whilst the Dominator played up his prowess with the Force by making use of his lightaxe. Mand'alor the Dominator's withdrawal would nevertheless signal the turning of the tide in the battle with the Southern Clans being forced to ground while the bulk of their forces withdrew to safer ground, trusting in the planet's stout defences to hold the Northern Clans back. In this, Von Alai would only be partially successful with the defenders holding out at great cost to the invaders but otherwise proving incapable of delaying the Northern Clans who had sufficient forces to carry on without harming efforts to subdue the planet.
Only word from the Galactic Northwest would slow the Mandalorian offensive with the Reluctant, after a brief skirmish at Contruum and after seizing Cartao, choosing to pull back while ascertaining the state of his relations with Oplovis for fear of an offensive being launched against him while he was otherwise occupied.
Summary
Ambush at Tierfon a success with Mand'alor the Dominator being forced to withdraw after being hammered hard.
Mand'alor the Reluctant and Mand'alor the Dominator duel over Von Alai with the match ending in a draw.
Von Alai currently being pacified.
Cartao seized.
Skirmish at Contruum inconclusive.
Whether through the use of magic or feminine charms, a number of Nightsisters have begun spreading their faith throughout the ranks of the Mandalorians, teaching of the Winged Goddess and the Fanged God, and making for themselves allies, and enemies, amongst the Mandalorians. Although most of the Mandalorians gave up worshiping anything other than war millennia ago, the spread of this cult has proven worrisome to more traditional Mandalorians to the point where the Mand'jetii now ritualistically purify ground upon which the Nightsisters have stood for fear of their taint being allowed to take root. Moreover, those Mandalorians who have been taken in by the Nightsisters' teachings are proving more defiant and questioning of the Mand'alor's orders, often looking to the Nightsisters for leadership and commands instead, a fact that has not gone unnoticed by the Reluctant. On a less public note, there have also been concerns raised by the more senior Nightsisters who are...alarmed by what appears to be a smaller, rebellious group of Nightsisters who appear to be responsible for these activities.
Summary
A small group of Nightsisters begin to spread their influence amongst the Mandalorians.
Ambushed though he may have been, and outnumbered as would soon become apparent, Mand'alor the Dominator was far from inflexible and would react quickly to the change in circumstances. Shifting gear, the Dominator would move his fleets back and away from the ambush, using his larger capital ships to shield the smaller corvettes and cruisers, before taking advantage of the range afforded to his unimaginatively named missle boats and launching volleys of concussion missiles towards the Northern Clans. In this way, the Dominator would narrowly manage to salvage the situation, with a volley of missiles disabling one of the offending Waylayers and allowing his fleets to withdraw, though it would appear to be for naught as word spread of a greater offensive that was already underway. With Celanon largely secure, a few pockets of isolated resistance remained and those clans still present continued to bicker though the planet was otherwise under control, Mand'alor the Reluctant had finally decided to bring the wayward Southern Clans to heel.
Passing through Levian, Obroa-Skai, Paonid, and Grayan, Mand'alor the Reluctant would encounter stout resistance as these particularly fiery Mandalorians made a point of fighting the Mand'alor wherever possible. Though sheer weight of numbers once more allowed the Mandalorians to pass through swiftly, these independent systems would harry Mand'alor the Reluctant's forces and force him to spend valuable time picking apart their ships, destroying orbital defences, and leaving forces in orbit around them in order to secure his rear. Such was the effectiveness of their delaying tactics that by the time his fleets reached the Southern Clans, Mand'alor the Dominator had begun to entrench himself and make preparations to bleed his northern counterpart for every inch of soil he sought to reclaim. At Von Alai, the first encounter between the two Mand'alors would occur with Mand'alor the Dominator, lightaxe in hand, making a point of boarding the Reluctant's vessel as a show of bravery to his men and a challenge to his foes.
Supported by both the Mand'jetii and the Nightsisters, whose actions shall be covered later, as well as Captain Mitth'rance'tann, who didn't really fight so much as observe, Mand'alor the Reluctant would accept the challenge offered and fight with the Dominator aboard the Vindicator. The fight, which would only end after the Dominator's bodyguards dragged him away, would be considered something of a poetic display by the Mandalorians who would admire the footage of the two warriors engaged in single-combat, the Reluctant making use of a more traditional axe whilst the Dominator played up his prowess with the Force by making use of his lightaxe. Mand'alor the Dominator's withdrawal would nevertheless signal the turning of the tide in the battle with the Southern Clans being forced to ground while the bulk of their forces withdrew to safer ground, trusting in the planet's stout defences to hold the Northern Clans back. In this, Von Alai would only be partially successful with the defenders holding out at great cost to the invaders but otherwise proving incapable of delaying the Northern Clans who had sufficient forces to carry on without harming efforts to subdue the planet.
Only word from the Galactic Northwest would slow the Mandalorian offensive with the Reluctant, after a brief skirmish at Contruum and after seizing Cartao, choosing to pull back while ascertaining the state of his relations with Oplovis for fear of an offensive being launched against him while he was otherwise occupied.
Summary
Ambush at Tierfon a success with Mand'alor the Dominator being forced to withdraw after being hammered hard.
Mand'alor the Reluctant and Mand'alor the Dominator duel over Von Alai with the match ending in a draw.
Von Alai currently being pacified.
Cartao seized.
Skirmish at Contruum inconclusive.
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The Nightsisters
A Nightsister of Dathomir
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Enjoying a uniquely symbiotic with the Mandalorians, the Nightsisters of Dathomir would find themselves called to action by Mand'alor the Reluctant after it was decided that it was finally time to deal with the Southern Clans. Reminded of their obligations to the Empire, that is to say reminded of the fact that the Mandalorian Empire shelters them and provides them with rich pickings in exchange for lending their might to it's conquests, the Nightsisters would dispatch forces south to hound and harry the Southern Clans as ordered. Bringing their rancors to bear, including pygmy rancors capable of boarding ships due to their rather unique spacesuits, the Nightsisters would more than prove their worth to Mand'alor and do a great deal of harm to the Southern Clans under his direction. Proximity between the Nightsisters and the Mandalorians, however, has had it's drawbacks with the comparatively strange and secretive Dark Siders choosing to take advantage of their time with the Mandalorians to further their own aims, whether intentionally or unintentionally. The Nightsisters
A Nightsister of Dathomir
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Whether through the use of magic or feminine charms, a number of Nightsisters have begun spreading their faith throughout the ranks of the Mandalorians, teaching of the Winged Goddess and the Fanged God, and making for themselves allies, and enemies, amongst the Mandalorians. Although most of the Mandalorians gave up worshiping anything other than war millennia ago, the spread of this cult has proven worrisome to more traditional Mandalorians to the point where the Mand'jetii now ritualistically purify ground upon which the Nightsisters have stood for fear of their taint being allowed to take root. Moreover, those Mandalorians who have been taken in by the Nightsisters' teachings are proving more defiant and questioning of the Mand'alor's orders, often looking to the Nightsisters for leadership and commands instead, a fact that has not gone unnoticed by the Reluctant. On a less public note, there have also been concerns raised by the more senior Nightsisters who are...alarmed by what appears to be a smaller, rebellious group of Nightsisters who appear to be responsible for these activities.
Summary
A small group of Nightsisters begin to spread their influence amongst the Mandalorians.
Pacification of Hapes - Turn Two
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Mod Report
The Pacification of Hapes
Allana Chume Ta'Zel
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The Pacification of Hapes
Allana Chume Ta'Zel
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With the Consortium cracked open, King Vaklu of Onderon would continue to prosecute his war with the Hapan Consortium, pushing ever deeper into the oft forgotten nebula at great cost to his forces. Supported by the Rifle Worlds, an oft rebellious tract of space within the Consortium that had thrown in with Vaklu in exchange for autonomy in his kingdom, and Allana Zel, later Allana Chume Ta'Zel, who had chosen to support the Onderonian in order to claim the crown for herself, King Vaklu would make great inroads into the Consortium. Despite various acts of subterfuge, suspected by some to have been conducted by outside sources due to several deaths in Onderonian Space among Vaklu's inner circle, the situation would not look good for the Queen Mother who soon found herself under siege on Hapes itself.
In the course of the protracted siege, the Hapans would make the Onderonians and their allies pay dearly for assailing Hapes but would, ultimately, fall short of ejecting them with King Vaklu striding into the Fountain Palace and receiving the surrender of the Queen Mother after Hapes had largely fallen. Per the terms of the surrender, the Queen Mother and her brood would be allowed to go into exile on Onderon, as permanent guests of the Crown, while Allana Zel would be made the new Queen Mother and accorded all the respect owed to a loyal ally of Onderon. The Rifle Worlds would further be detatched, incorporated into Onderon as an autonomous region, Hapan markets thrown open to Onderonian merchants, and the Consortium would be limited in the size of it's military with Onderon picking up the rest of it's ships.
Naturally such a peace has not been accepted by all Hapans, with many continuing to fight despite the surrender, however King Vaklu and his new ally, Allana Chume Ta'Zel, remain confident that with enough firepower, they will fall into line soon enough and either kneel or continue falling into their graves.
Summary
Hapes falls to Onderon.
Pacification ongoing.
In the course of the protracted siege, the Hapans would make the Onderonians and their allies pay dearly for assailing Hapes but would, ultimately, fall short of ejecting them with King Vaklu striding into the Fountain Palace and receiving the surrender of the Queen Mother after Hapes had largely fallen. Per the terms of the surrender, the Queen Mother and her brood would be allowed to go into exile on Onderon, as permanent guests of the Crown, while Allana Zel would be made the new Queen Mother and accorded all the respect owed to a loyal ally of Onderon. The Rifle Worlds would further be detatched, incorporated into Onderon as an autonomous region, Hapan markets thrown open to Onderonian merchants, and the Consortium would be limited in the size of it's military with Onderon picking up the rest of it's ships.
Naturally such a peace has not been accepted by all Hapans, with many continuing to fight despite the surrender, however King Vaklu and his new ally, Allana Chume Ta'Zel, remain confident that with enough firepower, they will fall into line soon enough and either kneel or continue falling into their graves.
Summary
Hapes falls to Onderon.
Pacification ongoing.
The Imperial Civil War - Turn Two
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- Australia
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Mod Report
The Imperial Civil War
Moff Rhysode
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The Imperial Civil War
Moff Rhysode
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The Clash at Brentaal;
The first and most immediate engagement of the Imperial Civil War would be, as expected, at Brentaal where the Moff of Azure Sector and the Galactic Emperor would seek to confront Moff Rhysode, self-proclaimed regent for the unborn Supreme Commander, in the hopes of stopping the conflict before it had a chance to begin. Dispatching five fleets to Brentaal, where Moff Rhysode had established himself in the Palace of the Supreme Commander, Moff Xero would engage with forces loyal to the Moff of Aldraig, roughly four to five fleets including the Executor, in order to defeat the usurper. Plans to utilise Interdictors to trap Rhysode in the Brentaal System would swiftly be abandoned, however, after it became apparent that they were not trapping Rhysode so much as they were trapping themselves with forces loyal to the Moff proving more than a match for their attackers. Between the Executor, supporting fleets, and defences present in the Brentaal System, the force under the command of Moff Xero would swiftly be overwhelmed, forcing reserve forces, including the SSD Rae, to be thrown into the engagement for fear of the operation proving a complete loss.
One of the Galactic Empire's most powerful ships, the SSD Rae would prove to be more than enough to turn the tide back against Moff Rhysode with the Empress-class Super Star Destroyer's anti-capital ship laser punching what would prove to be a very large hole in the SSD Executor, destroying the ship. With the Executor destroyed, and with it one of the most recognisable symbols of Imperial might, Moff Xero would manage to regain control of the battle, dispatching Imperial Marines and Guardsmen to seize several Zsinj-class Star Destroyers and begin seizing Brentaal itself. Here, the situation would only grow murky with the Contessa Rhysode being found dead by Imperial Stormtroopers, though it would only be known that it was the Contessa after tests were done due to the state of her body and the fact that her womb had been removed, and, according to the Imperial Guard, signs of a fight that had occurred before the planet was attacked. Although the true identity of her murderers is unknown, rumours have quickly spread that the Emperor was responsible for her death with, blatantly doctored, footage showing Imperial Guardsmen cutting the Contessa down, footage which experts believe was taken at the actual time of her death and altered to display a more palatable story.
Lines in the Sand;
The involvement of the Galactic Emperor in the downfall of Moff Rhysode, who has since fled to Aldraig IV, has only accelerated the drawing of lines in the battle for the Supreme Commandership. At Alsakan, sixty Moffs, Governors, and high-ranking officers would declare their support for the bid of the last surviving relation of the previous Supreme Commander, placing at his command several fleets including the SSD Imperatrix, while elsewhere, other officials would move. Supporters of the Moff of Rendili would urge action on his part while the Moff of Palanhi would secure the support of the Sith Seekers and Too Zi'ro Ayfor, who would dispatch roughly six hundred Seekers led by Lord Nigh'too, better known as the Butcher of Anobis for his actions against the planet whilst associated with the Crimson Sith, after offering them something of great import. Hopes, therefore, that peace might prevail over civil strife have been dashed with the Empire preparing for a bloody conflict to determine it's future.
The first and most immediate engagement of the Imperial Civil War would be, as expected, at Brentaal where the Moff of Azure Sector and the Galactic Emperor would seek to confront Moff Rhysode, self-proclaimed regent for the unborn Supreme Commander, in the hopes of stopping the conflict before it had a chance to begin. Dispatching five fleets to Brentaal, where Moff Rhysode had established himself in the Palace of the Supreme Commander, Moff Xero would engage with forces loyal to the Moff of Aldraig, roughly four to five fleets including the Executor, in order to defeat the usurper. Plans to utilise Interdictors to trap Rhysode in the Brentaal System would swiftly be abandoned, however, after it became apparent that they were not trapping Rhysode so much as they were trapping themselves with forces loyal to the Moff proving more than a match for their attackers. Between the Executor, supporting fleets, and defences present in the Brentaal System, the force under the command of Moff Xero would swiftly be overwhelmed, forcing reserve forces, including the SSD Rae, to be thrown into the engagement for fear of the operation proving a complete loss.
One of the Galactic Empire's most powerful ships, the SSD Rae would prove to be more than enough to turn the tide back against Moff Rhysode with the Empress-class Super Star Destroyer's anti-capital ship laser punching what would prove to be a very large hole in the SSD Executor, destroying the ship. With the Executor destroyed, and with it one of the most recognisable symbols of Imperial might, Moff Xero would manage to regain control of the battle, dispatching Imperial Marines and Guardsmen to seize several Zsinj-class Star Destroyers and begin seizing Brentaal itself. Here, the situation would only grow murky with the Contessa Rhysode being found dead by Imperial Stormtroopers, though it would only be known that it was the Contessa after tests were done due to the state of her body and the fact that her womb had been removed, and, according to the Imperial Guard, signs of a fight that had occurred before the planet was attacked. Although the true identity of her murderers is unknown, rumours have quickly spread that the Emperor was responsible for her death with, blatantly doctored, footage showing Imperial Guardsmen cutting the Contessa down, footage which experts believe was taken at the actual time of her death and altered to display a more palatable story.
Lines in the Sand;
The involvement of the Galactic Emperor in the downfall of Moff Rhysode, who has since fled to Aldraig IV, has only accelerated the drawing of lines in the battle for the Supreme Commandership. At Alsakan, sixty Moffs, Governors, and high-ranking officers would declare their support for the bid of the last surviving relation of the previous Supreme Commander, placing at his command several fleets including the SSD Imperatrix, while elsewhere, other officials would move. Supporters of the Moff of Rendili would urge action on his part while the Moff of Palanhi would secure the support of the Sith Seekers and Too Zi'ro Ayfor, who would dispatch roughly six hundred Seekers led by Lord Nigh'too, better known as the Butcher of Anobis for his actions against the planet whilst associated with the Crimson Sith, after offering them something of great import. Hopes, therefore, that peace might prevail over civil strife have been dashed with the Empire preparing for a bloody conflict to determine it's future.
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The Butcher of Anobis
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The Butcher of Anobis
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Cetashwayo
Lord of Ten Thousand Years
- Location
- Across the Horizon
ye ye take our malcontents lad
A pair of explorators
To: The Empire, The Mandalorian Empire, The Hutt Empire, The Second Republic, Numerous Secondary and Tertiary Powers, and the Galaxy in general @Sidheach, @Maugan Ra, @Cetashwayo, @Sarpedon, @EtceteraEtcetera
From: The Explorator Guild Recruitment Offices
[The Holo opens on a rotating Guild logo, set to bombastic music. The logo fades to a ship flying through space.]
"What mysteries will unexplored space reveal? Guild Explorators are working around the clock to probe its secrets!"
[The ship touches down on an alien world, teeming with wildlife.]
"Once we rediscover Byss, we will explore it!"
[A squadron of repurposed cargo haulers, tricked out fighters, and personalized freighters flies by. The text JOIN UP NOW! slides onto the screen.]
"We have the ships!"
[An explorator lassos a golden alien artifact with a grapnel line.]
"We have the equipment!"
[A crowd of explorators mill about a fancy hanger, each enthusiastic and bursting with energy.]
"We need Explorators!"
[YOU!]
"We need you all! Membership! Guarantees! Free passage!"
[A group of starships exits hyperspace above an alien world, veering into its orbit.]
[THEY'LL KEEP EXPLORING!]
[AND SO CAN YOU!]
Actions
"Ah , it is good for the young ones to get into a bit of trouble of that sort, just as long as most of them return later on you are free to be ear. Do mind the Rancours."
To : Darth Sanguine, @TenfoldShields
From : Salis Nadis the Younger, Clan Mother, Diver of the Void,
"Hail you little brother, may the winged godess grant you a lessing of your burdens as the fanged god fills you with vigor. Did the Talisman that Velastra delivered to you help with your ailment ? We once again wish to trade wisdom for wisdom."
Domestic :
-Make sure that all breeding programs are up to date and that all of the clan, be the following the book of shadows or the book of Law are in peace, be they on there propper home or the other worlds.
- Make sure that on neither of the other planets and Tributaries is a issue that like a family forces the mother to intervene as her children missbehave.
-Some trade goods, some lxory things, let the traders act as they are won't to act.
NothingNow
Corpse Wrangler
- Location
- Tampa
FROM: The Office of the Free Moff
TO: The Explorator Guild
We were quite impressed by the Advertisement, and would like to welcome you in establishing recruiting offices around the Corellian State. The role of the guild seems like it would be appealing to the Corellian people. Hopefully it will drive some of the people who would otherwise be interested in smuggling into more legitimate activities as well.
FROM: The Corellian Office of Economic Opportunity
TO: Moff Murali @Icarus, Moff Thelstar @ChaoticGenius, Moff Voda Felswoop-Lars @Mina, Moff Paramexor @Wade Garrett
SECRET.
So, who needs ships? We can offer competitive rates on loans through the Export-Import Bank. Gotta get ships to replace those losses after all.
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
To: His Imperial Majesty Marcus Pallopides IV @Maugan Ra
From: Moff Lyane Paramexor
Majesty, I have failed you.
I have failed you, because while I looked for threats beyond the Empire's borders, I was blind to that grave grubbing maggot's...it seems greed and stupidity are not the sole remit of the Southron Moffs.
For whatever it matters now, negotiations with the Sith of Bilibringi have gone well. They have no interest in our war, these "Seekers" that now serve the Moff of Incarnadine are splinter sect of theirs, something akin to the Sith of Korriban and the Crimson Sith, I am no mystic, your Majesty doubtless has a better understanding of such things than I do.
I request His Majesty's permission to blot out the stain of my failure in the blood of that scum and his new pets.
To: Central Committee of Moffs
My congratulations to Moff Xero. As for the rest of you...I want to thank you. I want to thank you all, for curing me of my naivete. Of my delusional belief that perhaps my fellow Moffs were more than a pack of diseased tuk'ata who needed to be put down.
I see.
There is a very interesting conversation in our future. Or perhaps not, in light of recent events.
Moff Fellswo....Voda, I do not know where you stand in all this, with Thelstar or Vall, or that dolt who rules Palanhi, or for yourself...Elyria is my blood, and my heir. And she stands with you.
I will not make war on my granddaughter...please choose your allegiances carefully.
And...thank you.
From: Moff Lyane Paramexor
Majesty, I have failed you.
I have failed you, because while I looked for threats beyond the Empire's borders, I was blind to that grave grubbing maggot's...it seems greed and stupidity are not the sole remit of the Southron Moffs.
For whatever it matters now, negotiations with the Sith of Bilibringi have gone well. They have no interest in our war, these "Seekers" that now serve the Moff of Incarnadine are splinter sect of theirs, something akin to the Sith of Korriban and the Crimson Sith, I am no mystic, your Majesty doubtless has a better understanding of such things than I do.
I request His Majesty's permission to blot out the stain of my failure in the blood of that scum and his new pets.
To: Central Committee of Moffs
My congratulations to Moff Xero. As for the rest of you...I want to thank you. I want to thank you all, for curing me of my naivete. Of my delusional belief that perhaps my fellow Moffs were more than a pack of diseased tuk'ata who needed to be put down.
I see.
There is a very interesting conversation in our future. Or perhaps not, in light of recent events.
Moff Fellswo....Voda, I do not know where you stand in all this, with Thelstar or Vall, or that dolt who rules Palanhi, or for yourself...Elyria is my blood, and my heir. And she stands with you.
I will not make war on my granddaughter...please choose your allegiances carefully.
And...thank you.
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- Location
- London, England
To: Central Committee of Moffs, Associated Admirals, Generals, System Governors and other figures of authority (@Icarus, @Mina, @Marix, @Firebringer2077, @Deathwing, @ChaoticGenius, @Wade Garrett, @Sidheach)
From: Marcus IV Pallipodes, Galactic Emperor
[The transmission opens with a view out over the Coruscant Space Docks, via one of the many observation chambers built into the superstructure. Marcus Pallipodes stands before an armourglass window, arms folded behind his back, silhouetted against the vast bulk occupying the nearest salvage yard. The SSD Executor is less a ship and more a mobile city in space, but it has clearly seen better days. The extensive battle damage covering the outer hull would be bad enough, but the molten hole bored straight through the ship's core outweighs all of those lesser scars combined. If the ship ever sails again, it will be something of a miracle.]
"This ship has served the Galactic Empire for over one thousand years. It has seen victory and defeat, glorious triumph and bitter loss. It was a living testament to the strength and indomitable will of the Empire, and a icon of Imperial Might such as few the galaxy has ever seen. Beneath its shadow, entire worlds trembled, and the written form of its service record could dwarf a smaller ship by itself.
"And yet for all that, it was just a ship. Seized by traitors, it became a threat to the peace and stability of the Empire. And so, by my order, it was destroyed."
[Calmly, the Emperor turns his back on the viewscreen, facing towards the source of the transmission. His expression is a mask of icy calm, his voice deep and deadly soft in tone.]
"For a thousand years, the Moffs have ruled the Empire at the behest of my line. You have been granted rights and authority beyond all others, bestowed with full autonomy over the lands under your control, allowed to establish dynasties and entire societies of power and influence. There are kings and warlords beyond our borders that would give their life's blood for but the faintest taste of what you have enjoyed over this past millennia... but such things do not come without a price.
"That price is duty."
[The Emperor's voice grows hard, edged with anger and contempt.]
"Duty to your people, to your Emperor, and above all else, to the Empire. The duty to protect the people under your care, to defend the prosperity of your worlds, to always act in the best interests of the Empire. For a thousand years, this has been the way of things. The Moffs rule, and the Empire endures.
"But now, what do I see?
"I see strife and civil war. I see disobedience and betrayal. I see pride and avarice and spite, enough to choke the appetites of the most gluttonous Hutt. I see the flickering embers of a conflict that may yet grow to consume the entire galaxy, and I will not have it.
"We are the scions of the greatest minds and the greatest souls in the history of the galaxy, heirs to a legacy a thousand years in the making, yet now there come all too many who would see that legacy squandered, lost amid the tides of ambition and misplaced zeal. Would we be lords of cinder and ash, squabbling amongst the ruin of our former glory? I think not.
"I will not."
[A smile appears on the Emperor's face, a thin line utterly without humour or relief]
"But, ah, I can already hear the protests. That you are not so short-sighted. That you wish only the best for the Empire. That every deed and every decision will, ultimately, prove to be the right course in the end. Certainly there has been no shortage of such sentiment expressed in the months and weeks leading up to this point. And perhaps you are correct, and I am being overly critical. Perhaps my cynicism and wrath are ill-founded, and if I but gave you the chance to prove yourselves my doubts would truly be put to rest.
"Very well, then. Here is your opportunity.
"By the authority of the Throne, by right of blood and loyal service, in the interests of stability and future prosperity... I hereby name Moff Thelstar of Alsakan the new Supreme Commander of the Galactic Empire."
[There is a fire in the Emperor's eyes now, and he stands proud and unafraid; knowing the consequences of what he just did and embracing them all the same.]
"The announcement will be made to the public shortly, and the official ceremony will follow soon thereafter, but I wanted to give you all this chance to consider your response at some length before I made a broadcast to force the matter. You have this chance, one and all, to avert the catastrophe we are lumbering towards. Stand down your fleets, acknowledge his authority, and proclaim your loyalty to the New Order. Do your duty, as should have been done some time before, and let sanity return to this Empire."
[Marcus narrows his eyes, and the smile on his face is now one of genuine humour, if cold and bitter in tone]
"I do not expect you to accept this decision with good grace, nor do I imagine that it will go unchallenged in days to come. I am quite aware that many of you will think I am overstepping my bounds or making a mistake. The truth is, I do not care. If you think you would be a better choice for the Supreme Commander, that your merit is the greater or Thelstar's the inferior, then I say only this: prove it.
"Bring rebellious provinces to heel. Secure new resources for the Empire. Arrange unfortunate ends for your rivals and convenient promotions for your allies. Build your power base and diminish that of your enemies. This is how the Galactic Empire has run its affairs for a thousand years or more, and I have neither the intent nor the desire to change what works. The struggle against adversity breeds superior individuals, and the skills needed to attain a position are thus the ones best suited to perform it. That is how we have always done things, and it has the rather singular advantage of still leaving an Empire behind for the victory to claim as their reward.
"Make no mistake, however; this is not a request. It is an order, delivered with all the weight and authority of the Imperial Throne. You will either pledge your loyalty to me, and through me the man I have named as my red right hand, or you will defy me for all to see. I do not care what form the pledge might take, be it private communique or grand speech before the nation, but it will be made. If you do not, then I will hold you as being in rebellion against all rightful Imperial authority and a threat to the stability of the Galactic Empire."
[With one arm, Marcus IV Pallipodes gestures to the murdered titan at his back.]
"I trust the consequences for such a decision need little elaboration.
You have three days, Ladies and Gentlemen. Three days before the decision is made public. I advise you to use them wisely."
From: Marcus IV Pallipodes, Galactic Emperor
[The transmission opens with a view out over the Coruscant Space Docks, via one of the many observation chambers built into the superstructure. Marcus Pallipodes stands before an armourglass window, arms folded behind his back, silhouetted against the vast bulk occupying the nearest salvage yard. The SSD Executor is less a ship and more a mobile city in space, but it has clearly seen better days. The extensive battle damage covering the outer hull would be bad enough, but the molten hole bored straight through the ship's core outweighs all of those lesser scars combined. If the ship ever sails again, it will be something of a miracle.]
"This ship has served the Galactic Empire for over one thousand years. It has seen victory and defeat, glorious triumph and bitter loss. It was a living testament to the strength and indomitable will of the Empire, and a icon of Imperial Might such as few the galaxy has ever seen. Beneath its shadow, entire worlds trembled, and the written form of its service record could dwarf a smaller ship by itself.
"And yet for all that, it was just a ship. Seized by traitors, it became a threat to the peace and stability of the Empire. And so, by my order, it was destroyed."
[Calmly, the Emperor turns his back on the viewscreen, facing towards the source of the transmission. His expression is a mask of icy calm, his voice deep and deadly soft in tone.]
"For a thousand years, the Moffs have ruled the Empire at the behest of my line. You have been granted rights and authority beyond all others, bestowed with full autonomy over the lands under your control, allowed to establish dynasties and entire societies of power and influence. There are kings and warlords beyond our borders that would give their life's blood for but the faintest taste of what you have enjoyed over this past millennia... but such things do not come without a price.
"That price is duty."
[The Emperor's voice grows hard, edged with anger and contempt.]
"Duty to your people, to your Emperor, and above all else, to the Empire. The duty to protect the people under your care, to defend the prosperity of your worlds, to always act in the best interests of the Empire. For a thousand years, this has been the way of things. The Moffs rule, and the Empire endures.
"But now, what do I see?
"I see strife and civil war. I see disobedience and betrayal. I see pride and avarice and spite, enough to choke the appetites of the most gluttonous Hutt. I see the flickering embers of a conflict that may yet grow to consume the entire galaxy, and I will not have it.
"We are the scions of the greatest minds and the greatest souls in the history of the galaxy, heirs to a legacy a thousand years in the making, yet now there come all too many who would see that legacy squandered, lost amid the tides of ambition and misplaced zeal. Would we be lords of cinder and ash, squabbling amongst the ruin of our former glory? I think not.
"I will not."
[A smile appears on the Emperor's face, a thin line utterly without humour or relief]
"But, ah, I can already hear the protests. That you are not so short-sighted. That you wish only the best for the Empire. That every deed and every decision will, ultimately, prove to be the right course in the end. Certainly there has been no shortage of such sentiment expressed in the months and weeks leading up to this point. And perhaps you are correct, and I am being overly critical. Perhaps my cynicism and wrath are ill-founded, and if I but gave you the chance to prove yourselves my doubts would truly be put to rest.
"Very well, then. Here is your opportunity.
"By the authority of the Throne, by right of blood and loyal service, in the interests of stability and future prosperity... I hereby name Moff Thelstar of Alsakan the new Supreme Commander of the Galactic Empire."
[There is a fire in the Emperor's eyes now, and he stands proud and unafraid; knowing the consequences of what he just did and embracing them all the same.]
"The announcement will be made to the public shortly, and the official ceremony will follow soon thereafter, but I wanted to give you all this chance to consider your response at some length before I made a broadcast to force the matter. You have this chance, one and all, to avert the catastrophe we are lumbering towards. Stand down your fleets, acknowledge his authority, and proclaim your loyalty to the New Order. Do your duty, as should have been done some time before, and let sanity return to this Empire."
[Marcus narrows his eyes, and the smile on his face is now one of genuine humour, if cold and bitter in tone]
"I do not expect you to accept this decision with good grace, nor do I imagine that it will go unchallenged in days to come. I am quite aware that many of you will think I am overstepping my bounds or making a mistake. The truth is, I do not care. If you think you would be a better choice for the Supreme Commander, that your merit is the greater or Thelstar's the inferior, then I say only this: prove it.
"Bring rebellious provinces to heel. Secure new resources for the Empire. Arrange unfortunate ends for your rivals and convenient promotions for your allies. Build your power base and diminish that of your enemies. This is how the Galactic Empire has run its affairs for a thousand years or more, and I have neither the intent nor the desire to change what works. The struggle against adversity breeds superior individuals, and the skills needed to attain a position are thus the ones best suited to perform it. That is how we have always done things, and it has the rather singular advantage of still leaving an Empire behind for the victory to claim as their reward.
"Make no mistake, however; this is not a request. It is an order, delivered with all the weight and authority of the Imperial Throne. You will either pledge your loyalty to me, and through me the man I have named as my red right hand, or you will defy me for all to see. I do not care what form the pledge might take, be it private communique or grand speech before the nation, but it will be made. If you do not, then I will hold you as being in rebellion against all rightful Imperial authority and a threat to the stability of the Galactic Empire."
[With one arm, Marcus IV Pallipodes gestures to the murdered titan at his back.]
"I trust the consequences for such a decision need little elaboration.
You have three days, Ladies and Gentlemen. Three days before the decision is made public. I advise you to use them wisely."
Icarus
Professional Kouhai
Let me make something pellucidly clear to you, Lyane.
Your compliments mean nothing to me right now.
That operation was just short of a complete failure.
We had the opportunity to avert the greatest crisis the Empire has faced since the death of the first Supreme Commander over Endor.
We could have snuffed the flame of rebellion before it truly started, re-established central authority, and precluded the danger your granddaughter is now very much in.
But I did not have enough ships.
And they
got
away
So when our proud nation fractures into a dozen pieces
And millions, if not billions die
And Voda decides to slit Elyria's fucking throat, or does whatever it is her frightfully inventive mind can come up with,
I want you to know that's your sin to bear
and yours alone.
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Fine words. Fine words from the great Moff Xero, savior of us all, who would have swept away all evil and ushered in a millennium of peace, if he only had more fleets at Brentaal...
It would be amusing, it weren't so pathetic.
Were you too busy sulking to view the reports from Rendili and Palanhi, or did you simply find such matters beneath the concern of a glorious hero such as yourself? This was never going to be solved in one battle, idiot.
Even one commanded by the glorious Moff Xero.
Private
To: His Imperial Majesty
@Maugan Ra
You play a dangerous game, and you are aligning yourself with vipers to do it. But.
When I was so foolish as to imagine the Bilibringi Sith were the gravest threat the Northeast faced, you sent your Guard and offered your fleets. That means something to me.
Majesty, I will speak plainly. I loathe Thelstar and his lackeys. But then, I loathe a great many things, and I tolerate them all the same.
I would request that your Guard remained attached to my fleets as I move to bring the Incarnadine Sector and their tame Sith to heel, but if you feel they are of more use on other battlefields, they are your Imperial Guard.
And Majesty...if harm comes to my granddaughter, and I even dream that your 'Supreme Commander' or his lapdog had something to do with it...I will not raise Aurelian in rebellion against Imperial Center, nor send my fleets to fight your...loyalists.
But I was a killer long before I ruled this sector.
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Private
To: Moff Paramexor
These are dangerous times. It would, perhaps, be trivial to simply step back and allow the Moffs to fight this one out amongst themselves, and then forge a working relationship with the victor... but such has never been my way. If I must gamble my own life to break the quagmire in which this Empire is stuck, then I count it a bargain well made.
I do not expect you to like Moff Thelstar, or even to work with him in any notable capacity. I do expect you to keep the northeast... if not peaceful, then at least locked down. To that end, the Guard will stay. While I cannot offer fleets at the present, for what I should hope are obvious reasons, I can still offer other forms of support.
Financial, perhaps. Mercenaries, operating expenses, bribes... I have the wealth of the Imperial Centre at my immediate command, and much of the Empire at a step or two removed. I am certain someone as resourceful as you would make good use of such support.
Aquadragon10
The Lord of the First Flame
- Location
- Canada
Secret
Dear Moff Paramaxmour. Those are harsh words after we are building ships for you. If I still had a heart I would feel insulted, but alas I don't. On a more pleasant note your ships should be done soon. I shall check with my production manager.
Secret
A, brilliant speech your majesty.
Alliance Event
Election Year
This is Yino Salena from Alliance News, reporting live from Citadel Station. As you all know, this year is election year, where all the Senators of all the members of the Alliance are democratically elected to serve in the Alliance Senate. The election concludes with the election of a New, or Old, Head of State. Our current Head of State Saul Isel has served the Alliance faithfully as Head of State for the past three years now. During his term, he negotiated the Alliance entrance into the League of Northern Powers. A controversial foreign commitment that had allied the Free System with the likes of mercenary Stih groups, and Auto and Oligarchy-like powers. Such a move had come from a pragmatic point, as declining would have isolated the Free People of the Alliance from potential allies.
Still, such an act have given fuel to the political opposition. Many senators like Senator Egoth Nal from the Listehol System had argued that such a foreign alliance stood against the Alliance's democratic ideals. He argued that by allying with Autocratic powers, it weakened the ideology of Democracy that the Alliance represented. His arguments and natural charisma had made him the leader of the opposition to the ruling Head of State. He also has different issues in his agenda that his political group wishes to see implemented. Chief among them was an expansion on the shipbuilding capabilities of Citadel Station. An expansion that would take decades in the making. Among his propositions for the shipyard, he would encourage mining and corporate efforts to gather prime and essential resources at Eol Sha.
On the other hand, Saul Isel cold pragmatism may have won over an entire sector of allies, and many Senators and civilians saw the value of such a decision. Many a senator have pledge their support for the current Head of State for reelection. Chief among them is Ithorian Senator Sux Brosnak of Telos. There are rumors that the Isel administartion may opt out of the reelection bid, and pull all their political power to help the election of someone that had not the tarnished reputation of Saul, someone like Senator Sux, perhaps.
Sux Brosnak is not just a political clone of Saul Isel though. The illustrious senator had brought a number of proposals that he would like to see implemented. Increased colonization and terraforming efforts at Betha II and Maltha Obex.
This is Yino Salena, and I will be covering developments at the heart of Alliance Politics, occurring here, in Citadel Station.
Keep yourself informed with the Alliance Holonews!
Election Year
This is Yino Salena from Alliance News, reporting live from Citadel Station. As you all know, this year is election year, where all the Senators of all the members of the Alliance are democratically elected to serve in the Alliance Senate. The election concludes with the election of a New, or Old, Head of State. Our current Head of State Saul Isel has served the Alliance faithfully as Head of State for the past three years now. During his term, he negotiated the Alliance entrance into the League of Northern Powers. A controversial foreign commitment that had allied the Free System with the likes of mercenary Stih groups, and Auto and Oligarchy-like powers. Such a move had come from a pragmatic point, as declining would have isolated the Free People of the Alliance from potential allies.
Still, such an act have given fuel to the political opposition. Many senators like Senator Egoth Nal from the Listehol System had argued that such a foreign alliance stood against the Alliance's democratic ideals. He argued that by allying with Autocratic powers, it weakened the ideology of Democracy that the Alliance represented. His arguments and natural charisma had made him the leader of the opposition to the ruling Head of State. He also has different issues in his agenda that his political group wishes to see implemented. Chief among them was an expansion on the shipbuilding capabilities of Citadel Station. An expansion that would take decades in the making. Among his propositions for the shipyard, he would encourage mining and corporate efforts to gather prime and essential resources at Eol Sha.
Sux Brosnak is not just a political clone of Saul Isel though. The illustrious senator had brought a number of proposals that he would like to see implemented. Increased colonization and terraforming efforts at Betha II and Maltha Obex.
This is Yino Salena, and I will be covering developments at the heart of Alliance Politics, occurring here, in Citadel Station.
Keep yourself informed with the Alliance Holonews!
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