The emperor was dead, the galaxy would never be the same. With a practiced voice that was the terror of cadets Crinas restored order to the bridge. The emperor is dead, but the new order lives on, nontheless steps must be taken to ensure we live on as well." Crinas paused and began giving orders "Call off the offensive, feign communications breakdowns, do not respond to any hailing" Crinas thought quickly desperatly. With the Emperor dead the rebels would be emboldened , and central control would be weakened. The rebels were between him and central command. Central command would not be able to support him if the rebels went on offensive. Could prefsbelt be held? that would be the moff's job. The highest authority in the region was the Grand Moff of the sector, the imperial warlord Val Venis. "prepare to retreat up the entralla route and onwards to Jaemus, we will rally under the grand moff of the sector"
Star Wars -- ASHES OF THE EMPIRE
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From the deck of the Gloriana
Sate Pestage was a fool. A janitor, a maid and a butler to the Emperor, may he rest in peace. The Ruling Council were a bunch of lackeys and power-hungry idiots with no sense of tact, style, or experience. Venis, however, was a mountain of a man, both vertically and horizontally, as well as a genius of organization and strategy. None could compare to him, and it is why so many flocked to his banner, why the Emperor bestowed upon him so many titles and boons, and why in his hands rested so much authority. Upon exiting his inner chamber with his admirals, the thought of him declaring himself openly as Emperor flew across his mind once again, but tact was necessary here. Strategy was key, and he needed to ensure his cards were an ideal hand before he showed them.
"We must secure the Sector. Jaemus must be locked down." Venis ordered.
The administrator for the shipyards is loyal to us, we shouldn't have an issue there, Sir.", Rear Admiral Gunn replied.
"My Lord, if I may." Admiral Arriere began. Venis motioned for her to continue.
"Perhaps if we were to develop some sort of rallying cause against the Ruling Council. Perhaps if we had some assistance in that. It would allow us to perceive threats before they reach us by having others mollify them for us." She finished. Venis grinned briefly, and she returned one back in kind, acknowledging her superior intelligence compared to the two buffoon lackeys that flanked them.
"Send missives to Rigaldi and the others. Pestage will rue the day he seized power. For now we wait. "
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- the Republic
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Flag Quarters
Assertor-class Super Star Destroyer Reaper
Above Ciutric IV
Moff Varian rose from his kneeling position before the hypercomm unit. The first transmission had been alarming, but the second... unless it was some immaculately planned move on Pestage's part, the likelihood of a coup was minimal indeed. Pestage was a grasping worm, true, but he would never dare assume the mantle of Imperial authority unless he was fully convinced that neither the Emperor nor Lord Vader would be around to make him answer for it.
Even if the rumors of their deaths were exaggerated, the Grand Vizier did represent the legal continuity of government. As Moff, he was expected to follow his orders, until such time as the Emperor or the Supreme Commander made their presence known again. It would be distasteful, of course. Pestage, the greatest obstacle to his career advancement, in command of the Empire? What a terrible thought. The man had leadership qualities more often seen in oatmeal.
Regardless, decades of military obedience were hard to shake off, and he would not dismiss the possibility of Lord Vader's survival so quickly. He had been the only survivor from the Death Star, after all, against all odds. Surely he would emerge on the other side of this crisis as well. As a fellow survivor, he would not rush to judgment.
With some reluctance, Varian resumed his kneeling position, keying on the hypercomm unit. Maybe if he kept his gaze down he could pretend he was talking to someone else.
"My Lord Vizier, Ciutric and her Sector Fleet remain at your command..."
Moff Sett Varian SIDES WITH THE LOYALISTS.
Assertor-class Super Star Destroyer Reaper
Above Ciutric IV
Moff Varian rose from his kneeling position before the hypercomm unit. The first transmission had been alarming, but the second... unless it was some immaculately planned move on Pestage's part, the likelihood of a coup was minimal indeed. Pestage was a grasping worm, true, but he would never dare assume the mantle of Imperial authority unless he was fully convinced that neither the Emperor nor Lord Vader would be around to make him answer for it.
Even if the rumors of their deaths were exaggerated, the Grand Vizier did represent the legal continuity of government. As Moff, he was expected to follow his orders, until such time as the Emperor or the Supreme Commander made their presence known again. It would be distasteful, of course. Pestage, the greatest obstacle to his career advancement, in command of the Empire? What a terrible thought. The man had leadership qualities more often seen in oatmeal.
Regardless, decades of military obedience were hard to shake off, and he would not dismiss the possibility of Lord Vader's survival so quickly. He had been the only survivor from the Death Star, after all, against all odds. Surely he would emerge on the other side of this crisis as well. As a fellow survivor, he would not rush to judgment.
With some reluctance, Varian resumed his kneeling position, keying on the hypercomm unit. Maybe if he kept his gaze down he could pretend he was talking to someone else.
"My Lord Vizier, Ciutric and her Sector Fleet remain at your command..."
Moff Sett Varian SIDES WITH THE LOYALISTS.
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MOFF VAKLU KNEELS BEFORE KING MARRANE, IS NAMED LORD PROTECTOR OF ONDERON
Though he made no grand declaration, there was no doubt as to the symbolism intended by Angeste Vaklu as he knelt before the sovereign of Onderon in the royal palace. The once-Imperial Moff would be beholden to the concerns of coreward snobs no longer. From this point forward, Onderon would chart its own course, finally reversing the mistake made by Queen Talia almost 4,000 years ago.
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Response
The subsequent message from Sate Pestage was of far less interest to Rigaldi than that from Admiral Terek Corliss. The Grand Vizier was, obviously, a decidedly unimpressive man, a long serving toady to Palpatine. He lacked the vision or will to rule over the Empire, and would surely spend most of his time squabbling with the Ruling Council, more short sighted sycophants. Rigaldi silently fumed that the greatest amount of power in the Empire had ended up in the hands of a group of such incompetents. In a time of crisis like this, a strong and firm authority was needed, to present an indomitable will to the galaxy, to ensure that the Empire saw no fractures from scheming officers or opportunistic rebels. Instead it was that simpleton who was the face of the Imperial response asking for loyalty and heightened vigilance.
Yet, there was little Rigaldi could do about his frustration. Foerost was in the shadow of Coruscant, any sign of disloyalty would make him Pestage's first target, and Rigaldi greatly doubted that his current command would be able to force a confrontation with Pestage immeidately, let alone the damage it would do for the Imperial cause as a whole if Imperial forces clashed over Coruscant so shortly after news of the Emperor's death broke out. No, outward loyalty was the only rational option for Rigaldi. But in the long term, true loyalty to the Empire could only mean one thing, removing the worm Pestage from power. And Rigaldi would not be alone in that aim...
Moff Damos Rigaldi Remains Loyal To The Empire
Hyvelic
Slightly Insane Tactical Genius
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Avere Grayingr, Commodore of Defense Fleet over Ord Mantell
Aboard his Flagship, An Iron Fist, An Imperial II-class Star Destroyer
The galaxy spin around him. Avere Grayingr falls to his knees in shock. "No..." he denies with all his might, "This can't be? The Emperor is dead? At the hands of Traitors, Rebels, Malcontents?" He asks aloud hoping someone will point out flaws in what has been said. Everyone is silent, they too are in shock. How did this happen? Were we not good enough? Is that why the Emperor fell this day?
There was no explanation given from the universe to make sense of the news, only the cold hard facts staring him in the face. The Emperor is Dead, and the Empire is next on their list of travesties to commit. "Rebels..." the thought stirs something in his mind. "Rebels did this..." The thought begins to muster more and more prominence. With a sudden lunge towards his command chair and a snarl let loose he turns on the inter-ship communication systems. "ALL HANDS, PREPARE FOR IMMEDIATE DEPARTURE. WE ARE GOING TO WAR, THE REBELS HAVE SLAIN THE EMPEROR. PREPARE TO STRIKE THEM DOWN." An ear-rending roar of rage filling the ship. The Crew and all imperials on the ship were stunned, never have they seen the Commodore showing such raw hatred towards anything. Until now that is.
Several of the Bridge crew are forced to hold him down as he begins to rage and roar at everyone and everything to prepare to go forth to slay the foul rebels who would spit in their faces, He never hit any of the crew, but his expression was one not of a man who was well in the head. They are forced to hold him still for what seemed to be an eternity before he calmed enough to stop struggling. He sits back in his chair and turns the communication system back on, "Belay last order, we wait for orders. This is a terrible day for our great Empire, so many lost in what should have been an easy victory over the scum who plagued this galaxy for years now. It was never personal, it was just good business to stop them, and we showed mercy time and time again, warning them, sparing them our fist. Now, look at where that has lead us to. Our Emperor dead, and the rebels claiming ownership of the galaxy to return it to the corrupt mess that was once the Republic." He pauses for a moment catching his breath before starting again, unknowing that someone is sending this to the nearby Imperial ships.
"The republic they would return us too would sell entire populations into slavery for no benefit to anyone but the Hutts, they would sell out, Men, women, children, sons, wives, daughters, husbands, EVERYONE, and give them to the Hutts expecting the victims to beg for the honor of being first, to thank their Republic that they have the chance to serve their so-called betters. Yes, the Empire has been rough on everyone, populations detained, millions killed through incompetence. But things were getting better, the lives of everyone in the empire were looking brighter. The people have been looking at the ground for so long, floundering in the dark, they haven't seen the light, the hope we brought them. The Rebels whispered sweet nothings into their ears, telling innocent and peaceful citizens how horrible it was under our banner, and how much better it was under the republic, under the government that sold them to slavers, who themselves made an army of slaves to do their bidding, who had done nothing but take the morals they flaunted and spit on anyone who thought differently before making a quick credit. We tried being Kind, we tried showing them the light, we tried improving the world around them. Now they slap our hands away, spit on us, attack us for trying to fix everything wrong in this galaxy." He pauses again to catch his breath.
He continues, "You may not have joined with the intention to help others, you may have joined to better your own status, your own position, you may have even joined just because you thought the armor looked nice, that doesn't matter anymore. My kindness has run out. Our Emperor is dead at the Rebel's hands. They have finally done the one thing I cannot condone any more. They have finally made this personal. With their attempt, their pathetic victory, they see themselves as the undisputed winners of this conflict. They shall become more than a footnote in history from their actions. I am of the opinion that we should show them why it is that they have made a mistake. Rebellion from here on out is no longer going to be treated with the gloves. Rebels will be given the lashing they deserve, we will rip the roots of the rebellion out of the ground, we will burn it in the graves they have dug, and we will salt the land in which they lived. From here on out I will not accept petty infighting, I will not accept disobedience, I will not accept failure. Our time has come Loyal Subjects of the Empire. The time has come for us to shine. Any orders you follow, do not take them to mind, do not worry for the blood that will be on your hands, do not shy from doing what must be done. I will accept the hatred, I will protect you who remain loyal to me from harm. Should there be a need for punishment, I will bear it. As so long as you stand by me and show me that you are fit to be shielded." There is silence before one last thing is said.
"Avere Grayingr, Commodore of Defense Fleet over Ord Mantell Out." There is no cheering, everywhere is silent for now, digesting what has been said. Once they do digest it what happens? They stand straighter and begin to work harder, The excitement of the Commodore has infected them.
Avere Grayingr shall remain loyal to the Empire, the Beacon of Hope this galaxy has seen to spit on time and time again.
There was no explanation given from the universe to make sense of the news, only the cold hard facts staring him in the face. The Emperor is Dead, and the Empire is next on their list of travesties to commit. "Rebels..." the thought stirs something in his mind. "Rebels did this..." The thought begins to muster more and more prominence. With a sudden lunge towards his command chair and a snarl let loose he turns on the inter-ship communication systems. "ALL HANDS, PREPARE FOR IMMEDIATE DEPARTURE. WE ARE GOING TO WAR, THE REBELS HAVE SLAIN THE EMPEROR. PREPARE TO STRIKE THEM DOWN." An ear-rending roar of rage filling the ship. The Crew and all imperials on the ship were stunned, never have they seen the Commodore showing such raw hatred towards anything. Until now that is.
Several of the Bridge crew are forced to hold him down as he begins to rage and roar at everyone and everything to prepare to go forth to slay the foul rebels who would spit in their faces, He never hit any of the crew, but his expression was one not of a man who was well in the head. They are forced to hold him still for what seemed to be an eternity before he calmed enough to stop struggling. He sits back in his chair and turns the communication system back on, "Belay last order, we wait for orders. This is a terrible day for our great Empire, so many lost in what should have been an easy victory over the scum who plagued this galaxy for years now. It was never personal, it was just good business to stop them, and we showed mercy time and time again, warning them, sparing them our fist. Now, look at where that has lead us to. Our Emperor dead, and the rebels claiming ownership of the galaxy to return it to the corrupt mess that was once the Republic." He pauses for a moment catching his breath before starting again, unknowing that someone is sending this to the nearby Imperial ships.
"The republic they would return us too would sell entire populations into slavery for no benefit to anyone but the Hutts, they would sell out, Men, women, children, sons, wives, daughters, husbands, EVERYONE, and give them to the Hutts expecting the victims to beg for the honor of being first, to thank their Republic that they have the chance to serve their so-called betters. Yes, the Empire has been rough on everyone, populations detained, millions killed through incompetence. But things were getting better, the lives of everyone in the empire were looking brighter. The people have been looking at the ground for so long, floundering in the dark, they haven't seen the light, the hope we brought them. The Rebels whispered sweet nothings into their ears, telling innocent and peaceful citizens how horrible it was under our banner, and how much better it was under the republic, under the government that sold them to slavers, who themselves made an army of slaves to do their bidding, who had done nothing but take the morals they flaunted and spit on anyone who thought differently before making a quick credit. We tried being Kind, we tried showing them the light, we tried improving the world around them. Now they slap our hands away, spit on us, attack us for trying to fix everything wrong in this galaxy." He pauses again to catch his breath.
He continues, "You may not have joined with the intention to help others, you may have joined to better your own status, your own position, you may have even joined just because you thought the armor looked nice, that doesn't matter anymore. My kindness has run out. Our Emperor is dead at the Rebel's hands. They have finally done the one thing I cannot condone any more. They have finally made this personal. With their attempt, their pathetic victory, they see themselves as the undisputed winners of this conflict. They shall become more than a footnote in history from their actions. I am of the opinion that we should show them why it is that they have made a mistake. Rebellion from here on out is no longer going to be treated with the gloves. Rebels will be given the lashing they deserve, we will rip the roots of the rebellion out of the ground, we will burn it in the graves they have dug, and we will salt the land in which they lived. From here on out I will not accept petty infighting, I will not accept disobedience, I will not accept failure. Our time has come Loyal Subjects of the Empire. The time has come for us to shine. Any orders you follow, do not take them to mind, do not worry for the blood that will be on your hands, do not shy from doing what must be done. I will accept the hatred, I will protect you who remain loyal to me from harm. Should there be a need for punishment, I will bear it. As so long as you stand by me and show me that you are fit to be shielded." There is silence before one last thing is said.
"Avere Grayingr, Commodore of Defense Fleet over Ord Mantell Out." There is no cheering, everywhere is silent for now, digesting what has been said. Once they do digest it what happens? They stand straighter and begin to work harder, The excitement of the Commodore has infected them.
Avere Grayingr shall remain loyal to the Empire, the Beacon of Hope this galaxy has seen to spit on time and time again.
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- USA
A Midnight Meeting
Xalasar Tower, Talcene
His eyes burned, whether from lack of sleep or too much of that kriffing Awot rum. Yet now was not a time to be distracted, as the central nucleus of Moff Kril Xalasar's clique stood about him in grim silence. They had all seen the message thrice now, each time in stunned silence. It all seemed unreal, like a nightmare or some sinister ploy by seditious officials. But whether or not the Emperor lived, the fact that he had been declared succeeded by both whatever remnants existed from Endor and the Grand Vizier himself was more than proof that something was afoot.
A question was thick in the air. They all thought it, they all knew the implications: what now? Not a soul in Xalasar's conference room had any faith in Pestage. He had about as much charisma as a Kowakian Monkey-Lizard and half its capability to govern on a galactic scale. While the message was of the Emperor's death, it was likewise of the Empire's death. It was on Xalasar himself to broach the very subject.
"We must open comms with Imperial City, with the Ruling Council...they will expect our loyalty."
"Of course, yes. We are loyal to the Council," began Captain Dirve. A fine fellow, loyal to a fault, but not entirely cognizant of politics.
"That is not what I said. Pestage is a buffoon. I wouldn't trust him to manage a mudfarm on Orleon. But still, he will expect loyalty and we will provide him with what he expects."
Xalasar rubbed his eyes in annoyance and thought. He continued.
"As I said, prepare a message."
His men acted in short order, filing to the room's sides and allowing the Moff to record a message.
"Grand Vizier Pestage, Honorable Councilmen: know that this grave travesty will inspire the greatest devotion from myself and the Talcene Sector. Through unity, we will exact defeat upon those who would attack the New Order, and so it is that we stand vigilant. When we are needed, we will be ready."
The message ended and was sent. Xalasar slumped further down in his chair. Again he rubbed his eyes, reddening them further. As his men returned to their seats, he addressed them.
"Now onto the real state of affairs. We can no longer rely on Coruscant. Pestage will send what little he can scrounge in way of support to install his regime on the Core. And that leaves us alone, with Rebels planning who knows what. But with no one looking over our shoulder as well."
Xalasar thought on his own words now, pausing a moment.
"Yes, we will take care of ourselves. Our priority will be securing Talcene Sector and beyond there - well, we must take care to preserve stability along the Perlemian. It won't stand to have the shipwrights and traders and transit corporations fearful when the news finally leaks. A strong hand now, that's what's needed."
"Your hand," added Dirve. A good man.
"Perhaps. Prepare another message for the planetary governors of the sector, any officer within it, and those on the borders. Kriff, as many as we think we can, who have heads on their shoulders for this sort of thing."
There was much work to do. Messages were assembled, personalized, and distributed to the the relevant parties along the surrounding stretch of Hyperlane. And on each was referenced an organization, one built on mutual interest, a board of officials who would work beyond the hierarchy of the Empire to care for their own - the Perlemian Group.
Moff Kril Xalasar will CARVE OUT HIS OWN EMPIRE - THE PERLEMIAN GROUP.
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- U S of A
His eyes burned, whether from lack of sleep or too much of that kriffing Awot rum. Yet now was not a time to be distracted, as the central nucleus of Moff Kril Xalasar's clique stood about him in grim silence. They had all seen the message thrice now, each time in stunned silence. It all seemed unreal, like a nightmare or some sinister ploy by seditious officials. But whether or not the Emperor lived, the fact that he had been declared succeeded by both whatever remnants existed from Endor and the Grand Vizier himself was more than proof that something was afoot.
A Midnight Meeting
Xalasar Tower, Talcene
A question was thick in the air. They all thought it, they all knew the implications: what now? Not a soul in Xalasar's conference room had any faith in Pestage. He had about as much charisma as a Kowakian Monkey-Lizard and half its capability to govern on a galactic scale. While the message was of the Emperor's death, it was likewise of the Empire's death. It was on Xalasar himself to broach the very subject.
"We must open comms with Imperial City, with the Ruling Council...they will expect our loyalty."
"Of course, yes. We are loyal to the Council," began Captain Dirve. A fine fellow, loyal to a fault, but not entirely cognizant of politics.
"That is not what I said. Pestage is a buffoon. I wouldn't trust him to manage a mudfarm on Orleon. But still, he will expect loyalty and we will provide him with what he expects."
Xalasar rubbed his eyes in annoyance and thought. He continued.
"As I said, prepare a message."
His men acted in short order, filing to the room's sides and allowing the Moff to record a message.
"Grand Vizier Pestage, Honorable Councilmen: know that this grave travesty will inspire the greatest devotion from myself and the Talcene Sector. Through unity, we will exact defeat upon those who would attack the New Order, and so it is that we stand vigilant. When we are needed, we will be ready."
The message ended and was sent. Xalasar slumped further down in his chair. Again he rubbed his eyes, reddening them further. As his men returned to their seats, he addressed them.
"Now onto the real state of affairs. We can no longer rely on Coruscant. Pestage will send what little he can scrounge in way of support to install his regime on the Core. And that leaves us alone, with Rebels planning who knows what. But with no one looking over our shoulder as well."
Xalasar thought on his own words now, pausing a moment.
"Yes, we will take care of ourselves. Our priority will be securing Talcene Sector and beyond there - well, we must take care to preserve stability along the Perlemian. It won't stand to have the shipwrights and traders and transit corporations fearful when the news finally leaks. A strong hand now, that's what's needed."
"Your hand," added Dirve. A good man.
"Perhaps. Prepare another message for the planetary governors of the sector, any officer within it, and those on the borders. Kriff, as many as we think we can, who have heads on their shoulders for this sort of thing."
There was much work to do. Messages were assembled, personalized, and distributed to the the relevant parties along the surrounding stretch of Hyperlane. And on each was referenced an organization, one built on mutual interest, a board of officials who would work beyond the hierarchy of the Empire to care for their own - the Perlemian Group.
Moff Kril Xalasar will CARVE OUT HIS OWN EMPIRE - THE PERLEMIAN GROUP.
@Shebe Zuu @Ironanvil1
A STATEMENT FROM LORD PROTECTOR VAKLU
The Kingdom of Onderon would welcome closer relations with the Perlemian Group in these troubled times - Onderon stands independent, but that does not mean she must stand alone.
Shock and Awe
Lesanni of Knylenn, Moff of the Chommell sector
The Empire, a supposedly unreachable colossus, had crumpled in the face of rebellious elements. A total defeat not seen since that thrice-damned day in Yavin. Lesanni's knees buckled under the weight of the news, saved from an inglorious fall only thanks to her chair. "What now?" She asked herself, her mind shifting from plan to plan. The worry of irrelevance was burned away by the new development; while the burden of crisis was heavy, it was one she was familiar with -- one that she desired for so long. A grim smile overcame her. She was, despite Tiin's protests, never made for peace.
With the click of a button, holographic images of several high-level administrative figures showed themselves. From communications to securities, they were the subservient elite of the sector. "Gentlemen, I have just received calamitous news: in an engagement with Rebel forces, the Emperor and His heir, Lord Vader, have been struck down... and their fleet shattered. Let no one but yourselves know of this. We are, as of now, in a state of martial law. Recall all available personnel on vacation, put all police and military forces on red alert, enforce a strict dawn-to-dusk curfew, cut all access to the HoloNet, and nip any riotous behavior in the bud. Misinformation must be contained at any cost. That is all for now. Hail the Empire and hail the Ruling Council!"
Moff Lesanni... REMAINS LOYAL!
With the click of a button, holographic images of several high-level administrative figures showed themselves. From communications to securities, they were the subservient elite of the sector. "Gentlemen, I have just received calamitous news: in an engagement with Rebel forces, the Emperor and His heir, Lord Vader, have been struck down... and their fleet shattered. Let no one but yourselves know of this. We are, as of now, in a state of martial law. Recall all available personnel on vacation, put all police and military forces on red alert, enforce a strict dawn-to-dusk curfew, cut all access to the HoloNet, and nip any riotous behavior in the bud. Misinformation must be contained at any cost. That is all for now. Hail the Empire and hail the Ruling Council!"
Moff Lesanni... REMAINS LOYAL!
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Ciutric Sector
Civilian and military officials alike, save those presently dispatched on missions or needed for critical tasks, assembled before their various Holonet receivers to hear the Moff's emergency sector-wide pronouncement. Moff Varian was rather infamous for his lack of oratorical skill and generally restricted himself to the Moff's official yearly address and the occasional natural disaster proclamations. While this was generally well-received by his men, it also led to intense foreboding whenever he took to the Holonet to speak to them directly.
Varian appeared in high definition, wearing an all-black admiral's uniform sharply at odds with his usual field-gray Moff's uniform, with its slightly more civilian cut. Over the next week, the funereal all-blacks would be gradually adopted by the officers under his command, followed by the enlisted men and the civil servants. TIE fighters, shuttles, and small craft would be repainted in dark gray trim to match Reaper; once enough paint was located, the capital ships, frigates, and other hyper-capable vessels would follow suit. And when Varian never bothered to put away his mourning clothes, well, neither did anyone else in his service. No orders were given, no dictates issued. It was just... understood.
"Fellow servants of the Empire. Tragedy has struck at Endor. The Emperor and Supreme Commander are missing, presumed dead. Grand Vizier Pestage and the Ruling Council have assumed command of the government and now rule from Coruscant. This is a great blow to our society, but now is not the time for despair or grief. There is much work still to be done.
Know that I shall adhere to the continuity of government as dictated by the Emperor. Know that I shall continue to do my duty, even in the face of hardship. Know that I anticipate nothing less from you all.
The Empire expects every man to do his duty. Be about your business."
Civilian and military officials alike, save those presently dispatched on missions or needed for critical tasks, assembled before their various Holonet receivers to hear the Moff's emergency sector-wide pronouncement. Moff Varian was rather infamous for his lack of oratorical skill and generally restricted himself to the Moff's official yearly address and the occasional natural disaster proclamations. While this was generally well-received by his men, it also led to intense foreboding whenever he took to the Holonet to speak to them directly.
Varian appeared in high definition, wearing an all-black admiral's uniform sharply at odds with his usual field-gray Moff's uniform, with its slightly more civilian cut. Over the next week, the funereal all-blacks would be gradually adopted by the officers under his command, followed by the enlisted men and the civil servants. TIE fighters, shuttles, and small craft would be repainted in dark gray trim to match Reaper; once enough paint was located, the capital ships, frigates, and other hyper-capable vessels would follow suit. And when Varian never bothered to put away his mourning clothes, well, neither did anyone else in his service. No orders were given, no dictates issued. It was just... understood.
"Fellow servants of the Empire. Tragedy has struck at Endor. The Emperor and Supreme Commander are missing, presumed dead. Grand Vizier Pestage and the Ruling Council have assumed command of the government and now rule from Coruscant. This is a great blow to our society, but now is not the time for despair or grief. There is much work still to be done.
Know that I shall adhere to the continuity of government as dictated by the Emperor. Know that I shall continue to do my duty, even in the face of hardship. Know that I anticipate nothing less from you all.
The Empire expects every man to do his duty. Be about your business."
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- US
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ISB Central Office,
Imperial Center
Alyaria Yularen sat staring at the holoprojector. Her annoyance at being left behind on the Endor operation long forgotten. The Death Star, Vader, the Emperor. All gone. Likely many of her superiors and peers were dead as well. It was hard to know if any lived. She on the other hand was here, on Coruscant. Years of training told her she was now the acting director. The security of the Empire was on her shoulders and it terrified her.
What if she made a mistake? She now had a huge target on her back. Yularen had been very careful to not cultivate powerful enemies but now as Director that was all but inevitable. Not to mention the threat of the Rebels. Their blasted supporters would start rising up and it would be her job to stop it. How could she do that?! Yularen had not planned truly planned to become Director, certainly not this soon. All she wanted was the slice of power and prestige that was owed her. Yet now she was in charge of the entire ISB.
The entire ISB now answered to her. The fate of the Empire was on her shoulders. She was a Yularen! She would not shirk her duty! She had long fought for what she was owed and now she would carve her name into the history books as the one who saved the Empire!
She summoned her aide, "Lieutenant, we must act swiftly and decisively. There are several things we must do now. Assemble the senior staff of all the Departments ASAP in the primary conference room. Alert all field agents and request they report in on their status. Contact the leadership of both the Imperial Sector Police and Coruscant Guard. We have to be prepared to crush any civil disturbances. Send a message to Admiral Corliss requesting a status update on our leadership. I doubt we will hear from him anytime soon but it is still our duty. Then contact the Imperial Palace and request further orders."
With that the new Acting Director began to stride out of her office. Just as she reached the door she turned to her aide again, "oh, and begin moving my belongings into the Director's Office."
Imperial Center
Alyaria Yularen sat staring at the holoprojector. Her annoyance at being left behind on the Endor operation long forgotten. The Death Star, Vader, the Emperor. All gone. Likely many of her superiors and peers were dead as well. It was hard to know if any lived. She on the other hand was here, on Coruscant. Years of training told her she was now the acting director. The security of the Empire was on her shoulders and it terrified her.
What if she made a mistake? She now had a huge target on her back. Yularen had been very careful to not cultivate powerful enemies but now as Director that was all but inevitable. Not to mention the threat of the Rebels. Their blasted supporters would start rising up and it would be her job to stop it. How could she do that?! Yularen had not planned truly planned to become Director, certainly not this soon. All she wanted was the slice of power and prestige that was owed her. Yet now she was in charge of the entire ISB.
The entire ISB now answered to her. The fate of the Empire was on her shoulders. She was a Yularen! She would not shirk her duty! She had long fought for what she was owed and now she would carve her name into the history books as the one who saved the Empire!
She summoned her aide, "Lieutenant, we must act swiftly and decisively. There are several things we must do now. Assemble the senior staff of all the Departments ASAP in the primary conference room. Alert all field agents and request they report in on their status. Contact the leadership of both the Imperial Sector Police and Coruscant Guard. We have to be prepared to crush any civil disturbances. Send a message to Admiral Corliss requesting a status update on our leadership. I doubt we will hear from him anytime soon but it is still our duty. Then contact the Imperial Palace and request further orders."
With that the new Acting Director began to stride out of her office. Just as she reached the door she turned to her aide again, "oh, and begin moving my belongings into the Director's Office."
- Location
- Florida
News of the disaster at the Battle of Endor reached Toprawa and the Imperial troops stationed there. The High Colonel called for an immediate emergency meeting between the officers, the intelligence unit and several local officials. After about an hour or so of candid deliberation the High Colonel ordered for the men to be assembled.
"Soldiers of the Empire! Servants of the Emperor. These are dark times, by now you know what I know. We are surrounded by enemies: Rebel and traitor alike. And this is only the beginning. We have only been together for several months, barely a campaign under our belts. But all of you have witnessed war and not only survived but persevered. Which is why you were transferred to this battle group. Order is under attack. Civilization is under attack. We are far, far from home in a galaxy at war. We only have each other gentlemen. No fervor for the now dead Emperor, no loyalty to the Ruling Council will change that. We may be all that is left of the Empire's will in the Outer Rim. We will operate under the presumption that no aid or reinforcement is pending. I hereby order all units on high alert, beginning reconnaissance in the outlying systems. The Ascendant will continue to hold high orbit over Toprawa. Once the immediate vicinity is secured we will resume patrols in the area, the trade lane of the Hydian Way must stay open.
Make me proud men for they write about us in the histories, we may very be a footnote but it will be known that Battlegroup Vengeance remained true to the Empire and most of all, true to itself. Dismissed!"
High Colonel Domtalo Roocor remains loyal to the Empire
"Soldiers of the Empire! Servants of the Emperor. These are dark times, by now you know what I know. We are surrounded by enemies: Rebel and traitor alike. And this is only the beginning. We have only been together for several months, barely a campaign under our belts. But all of you have witnessed war and not only survived but persevered. Which is why you were transferred to this battle group. Order is under attack. Civilization is under attack. We are far, far from home in a galaxy at war. We only have each other gentlemen. No fervor for the now dead Emperor, no loyalty to the Ruling Council will change that. We may be all that is left of the Empire's will in the Outer Rim. We will operate under the presumption that no aid or reinforcement is pending. I hereby order all units on high alert, beginning reconnaissance in the outlying systems. The Ascendant will continue to hold high orbit over Toprawa. Once the immediate vicinity is secured we will resume patrols in the area, the trade lane of the Hydian Way must stay open.
Make me proud men for they write about us in the histories, we may very be a footnote but it will be known that Battlegroup Vengeance remained true to the Empire and most of all, true to itself. Dismissed!"
High Colonel Domtalo Roocor remains loyal to the Empire
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- Location
- Canada
Metalorn, Talcene Sector, Mid Rim
Imperial Garrison HQ
All alone in his darkened office, General Vasper Ardal of the Metalorn Imperial Garrison watched impassively as the holographic form of that geriatric testicle, Sate Pestage, finally flickered and faded into nothingness. The messages were seemingly concluded, and their contents were extraordinarily grim - the Emperor and Vader dead, and Pestage seizing power? It was almost beyond belief.
In the subsequent moments, Vasper made no effort to speak or stand, nor even to move. A few minutes passed, and then a few more. At length, the general stood slowly from his chair, stalked over to the floating shelves of liquor beside his desk, and poured himself a nice, tall glass of Corellian whiskey. It felt like drinking liquid fire.
"Well," the general muttered under his breath. "Shit."
Imperial Garrison HQ
All alone in his darkened office, General Vasper Ardal of the Metalorn Imperial Garrison watched impassively as the holographic form of that geriatric testicle, Sate Pestage, finally flickered and faded into nothingness. The messages were seemingly concluded, and their contents were extraordinarily grim - the Emperor and Vader dead, and Pestage seizing power? It was almost beyond belief.
In the subsequent moments, Vasper made no effort to speak or stand, nor even to move. A few minutes passed, and then a few more. At length, the general stood slowly from his chair, stalked over to the floating shelves of liquor beside his desk, and poured himself a nice, tall glass of Corellian whiskey. It felt like drinking liquid fire.
"Well," the general muttered under his breath. "Shit."
- Location
- New York
Confidential Missives from the Warlord of the Empire
Moff Rigaldi @Aedan777
There is trouble afoot, my fellow Moff. The untimely demise of both our Emperor, may he rest in peace, and Lord Vader? Too convenient. I trust you to investigate the situation due to your proximity to Coruscant. Trust no one.
Long live the Emperor.
Administrator Shantera @RobespierreLives
Report to my command at Jaemus at once.
Grand Admiral Musscros @Julius
These are treacherous times, Grand Admiral. Opportunistic snakes surround us all. Know that you may not only have to combat the Rebel upstarts, but also those who wear the cloaks of deception. Tread carefully.
Commodore Grayingr @Hyvelic
A most excellent speech, Commodore.
Moff Xalasar @Noco
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- Location
- United States
Sitting aboard the Final Judgment overlooking Fondor as it's cities lit the night sky an urgent message was received from Endor and directed to Grand Admiral Musscros. It possibly being the end of the rebellion's will to fight and bring forth the closing chapter to their cause. Instead the most unexpected result unfolded, being witness to what could be described as nigh-impossible had struck once again upon the Empire after the reports trickled in from the Battle of Endor. Grand Admiral Musscros' first reaction was not one of horror, fear or shock but simply stated to himself "I warned him, the fool has thrown away not only his life but the very fabric of the Empire". Like the Battle of Yavin four years ago, the Death Star was destroyed and an unknown but immense loss of Imperial lives were taken by the rebellion. But... this time it was much different, the Emperor and Lord Vader were no more according to this captain but doubt was lingering until the message by the Grand Vizer Sate Pestage had finalized the new reality of the Empire and that of the Galaxy. Pestage was not one Musscros had any admiration for, being viewed as weak, corrupt and inept in any capacity to rule the Empire, and Musscros' position over the vital Fondor Shipyards granted him immense sway over any potential future, for better or worse.
Pestage could be swayed easily, he shall look for those loyal to the Empire to secure himself while the equally corrupt Imperial Ruling Council shall bicker back and forth to find a path forward. Already Musscros is diving into the possibilities of separatists to the Empire, those lingering in the dark that have begun their schemes to overthrow or carve out their own slice of the galaxy at the expense of the Empire. In this chaos was an opportunity to garner more power for himself, manipulation is a valuable tool... to secure the Empire of course... and could be and will be used by Musscros. It is highly doubtful Pestage would want to lose Fondor and the entirety of the Shapani Oversector by not granting the wishes of the Grand Admiral, and many wishes he wanted to make to please his desires. In the end, if Pestage and the Council cannot meet the standards of the Grand Admiral, more... interesting avenues shall be explored to restore law and order to the galaxy.
Grand Admiral Mattalo Musscros Declares to the Loyalists
THE IRON WILL, MYGEETO
Aboard the Iron Will Captain Toka stared in stupefied shock at the small hologram of Sate pestage. The news he brought to the small gathering of officers that the wraith- the Inquisitor brought into the room. Said wra-Inquisitor sat in it's- his chair. The dull, blank visage of its durasteel helmet staring at the message.
Captain Toka has severed Inquisitor Pelkka for six years through thick and thin and whatever strange things the Mystic went after in the Emperors name. He always unnerved Toka, the way it-he seemed to glide along the floor at times when he walked. His tattered blacked robes swaying gently whenever he moved, at times it was hard to tell he had arms or legs with how they blended in with the rest of him. Toka was grateful that the wraith wore a helmet-
Dammit he was doing it again, calling Inquisitor Pelkka 'It' and 'wraith' was something the lower members of the crew tended to do. Truth be told Toka understood why they did it, but he was of a higher station! And it would be improper to refer to his superior as such things.
Even if they had some grain of truth to them.
"And what." the dry voice of the Inquisitor said "Do you all think of this?"
Toka started and looked at the few other officers in the room. One of them a newly promoted officer frowned and said "It might be a rebel ruse..." He trailed off as the Inquisitor stared at him, it's helmeted head fixed in the direction of the young officer.
"It is not, the Emperor and Lord Vader are dead." Inquisitor Pelkka said, his tone becoming harsher near the end. The young officer flinched and stepped back, his gaze fixed to the floor.
The Inquisitor stood up from its desk and all of the officers flinched or in the case of the newer one took a step back.
"Leave. Go attend to the crew, reassure them that all is well and get them working and busy."
With a round of "yes sir" they allfled left the room.
Pelkka Henki stared at the small blue figure of Pestage and collapsed back into his seat clutching his helmeted head and letting out a whimper.
So the illusion of a Wraith falls away, replaced by the truth of the man.
"What do i do!?" He whispered to himself "The Sith are dead! And with them this fucking Empire and.."
And any semblance of safety and control that Pelkka had. As well as any illusion that he had finally after all these long years mastered his fear! That slimy evil thing! Oh how it has haunted him through his life!
He had thought he had gotten it under control years ago, when he had fully submersed himself in the Darkside. Where there was none of the lies of the Jedi, of their blind and foolish teachings!
Teachings that failed to grant him any true peace.
But the ways of the Inquisitors, of the Darkside has granted him peace.
Until now, that is.
Now the illusion that he had shrouded himself in all these years has been shattered.
He does not control his fear, he had not collared and leashed it. It had slunk back into the shadows granting him small amounts of itself as fuel to keep him satisfied. But it has waited and it has shown him.
That he has not mastered it.
Not yet.
Then, Pelkka stills. His whimpering stopping, his hands no longer shaking. For he has realized something.
The sith never showed fear, in fact he never even felt any whiff of it. Any small scent.
Pelkka Henki looks up to the message and knows what he must do if he wishes to master his fear.
Once and for all.
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Inquisitor Pelkka Henki SIDES WITH THE LOYALISTS
Aboard the Iron Will Captain Toka stared in stupefied shock at the small hologram of Sate pestage. The news he brought to the small gathering of officers that the wraith- the Inquisitor brought into the room. Said wra-Inquisitor sat in it's- his chair. The dull, blank visage of its durasteel helmet staring at the message.
Captain Toka has severed Inquisitor Pelkka for six years through thick and thin and whatever strange things the Mystic went after in the Emperors name. He always unnerved Toka, the way it-he seemed to glide along the floor at times when he walked. His tattered blacked robes swaying gently whenever he moved, at times it was hard to tell he had arms or legs with how they blended in with the rest of him. Toka was grateful that the wraith wore a helmet-
Dammit he was doing it again, calling Inquisitor Pelkka 'It' and 'wraith' was something the lower members of the crew tended to do. Truth be told Toka understood why they did it, but he was of a higher station! And it would be improper to refer to his superior as such things.
Even if they had some grain of truth to them.
"And what." the dry voice of the Inquisitor said "Do you all think of this?"
Toka started and looked at the few other officers in the room. One of them a newly promoted officer frowned and said "It might be a rebel ruse..." He trailed off as the Inquisitor stared at him, it's helmeted head fixed in the direction of the young officer.
"It is not, the Emperor and Lord Vader are dead." Inquisitor Pelkka said, his tone becoming harsher near the end. The young officer flinched and stepped back, his gaze fixed to the floor.
The Inquisitor stood up from its desk and all of the officers flinched or in the case of the newer one took a step back.
"Leave. Go attend to the crew, reassure them that all is well and get them working and busy."
With a round of "yes sir" they all
Pelkka Henki stared at the small blue figure of Pestage and collapsed back into his seat clutching his helmeted head and letting out a whimper.
So the illusion of a Wraith falls away, replaced by the truth of the man.
"What do i do!?" He whispered to himself "The Sith are dead! And with them this fucking Empire and.."
And any semblance of safety and control that Pelkka had. As well as any illusion that he had finally after all these long years mastered his fear! That slimy evil thing! Oh how it has haunted him through his life!
He had thought he had gotten it under control years ago, when he had fully submersed himself in the Darkside. Where there was none of the lies of the Jedi, of their blind and foolish teachings!
Teachings that failed to grant him any true peace.
But the ways of the Inquisitors, of the Darkside has granted him peace.
Until now, that is.
Now the illusion that he had shrouded himself in all these years has been shattered.
He does not control his fear, he had not collared and leashed it. It had slunk back into the shadows granting him small amounts of itself as fuel to keep him satisfied. But it has waited and it has shown him.
That he has not mastered it.
Not yet.
Then, Pelkka stills. His whimpering stopping, his hands no longer shaking. For he has realized something.
The sith never showed fear, in fact he never even felt any whiff of it. Any small scent.
Pelkka Henki looks up to the message and knows what he must do if he wishes to master his fear.
Once and for all.
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Inquisitor Pelkka Henki SIDES WITH THE LOYALISTS
PringleDingle
The best a chip can be.
- Location
- California, US
Cevius had returned home after delivering his address. His private estate sat atop the tallest mountain in Denon, the only one spared from the thousands of years of strip-mining, and ruthless resource gathering projects to fuel the construction of the ecumenopolis. He and his wife, Seda Ordow-Tratum, had enjoyed a quiet evening, and went to bed, content with knowing that in the morning everything would be exactly as they had left it.
Shortly after lulling himself to sleep, Cevius was awoken by the dreadful sound of his holo-communicator reporting an incoming transmission. With a deep, pained groan he willed himself out of bed, and over to the small podium upon which the circular device had been installed. He pressed the "Accept" button, and watched in annoyance, and then utter horror as the situation above Endor was relayed to him. His wife moved to his side, clasping his hand tightly as the transmission ended. "Cevius..." She began, her voice quiet, and thick with concern.
"This can't be." His stomach was tied into knots, and his legs felt weak. "The entire fleet... the Emperor... this must be some kind of ploy, a trick." His doubts seemed confirmed as once again the communicator sang out, and once again he accepted its message. His hopes were quickly dashed, however, as his worst nightmares were confirmed by the Grand Vizier himself.
Darkness overtook the room once again as Pestage's holographic form disappeared, leaving the couple alone once again. "Cevius..." She tried to speak again, breaking the silence, "What are we going to do?" She asked, looking back to where the hologram had just been, the image of Sate Pestage's bald, ashen head burned into her memory.
Cevius took a moment to ponder her question, not sure how to answer it. "There is no Empire without an Emperor." He declared. "I will inform the people of the Emperor's demise in the morning. Now I must speak with Commodore Verris, he is no ally to Pestage, if I am to ensure Denon's survival I cannot rely on a collapsing state." Slow, and deliberately, Cevius dressed himself once again in his uniform, his face stern, displaying the look of a man with a purpose. "Palpatine's 'New Order' is gone. Only those willing to act will be able to cobble something together from the rubble his empire will leave behind."
The Governor was rushed to Denon's seat of government, the purpose of his urgency only known to himself, a secret that he would keep for as long as was practical. He marched into his office and flicked on the communicator atop his desk, waiting impatiently for Commodore Verris, commanding officer of the Denon Planetary Defense Fleet, to answer. Finally the officer's familiar visage appeared before him, "Governor Tratum, how may I help you?" He asked, his voice was gravelly, and bags hung around his eyes, Cevius suspected he looked just as tired.
"What I am about to tell you is 'MOST SECRET'. Are you in a secure location?" Cevius questioned, observing as the Commodore's demeanor shifted with concern.
"Yes, sir. The room is secure."
He took in a deep breath, and spoke: "The Emperor and Lord Vader are dead, murdered by rebels above the moon of Endor." Verris' shoulders slumped, and his hands fell to his side, his imperial discipline faltering at the governor's words. "Pestage and the members of the Ruling Council are in no place to protect Denon, or any of the Emperor's former holdings, if we are to survive the looming chaos, we must take matters into our own hands."
Cevius gave the Commodore a moment to regain his composure. "I understand." Verris said, his voice unwavering and professional, but the anguish he felt, not only for his beloved Emperor, but also for the Empire that he knew was now doomed to collapse, was obvious. "What are your orders?"
Shortly after lulling himself to sleep, Cevius was awoken by the dreadful sound of his holo-communicator reporting an incoming transmission. With a deep, pained groan he willed himself out of bed, and over to the small podium upon which the circular device had been installed. He pressed the "Accept" button, and watched in annoyance, and then utter horror as the situation above Endor was relayed to him. His wife moved to his side, clasping his hand tightly as the transmission ended. "Cevius..." She began, her voice quiet, and thick with concern.
"This can't be." His stomach was tied into knots, and his legs felt weak. "The entire fleet... the Emperor... this must be some kind of ploy, a trick." His doubts seemed confirmed as once again the communicator sang out, and once again he accepted its message. His hopes were quickly dashed, however, as his worst nightmares were confirmed by the Grand Vizier himself.
Darkness overtook the room once again as Pestage's holographic form disappeared, leaving the couple alone once again. "Cevius..." She tried to speak again, breaking the silence, "What are we going to do?" She asked, looking back to where the hologram had just been, the image of Sate Pestage's bald, ashen head burned into her memory.
Cevius took a moment to ponder her question, not sure how to answer it. "There is no Empire without an Emperor." He declared. "I will inform the people of the Emperor's demise in the morning. Now I must speak with Commodore Verris, he is no ally to Pestage, if I am to ensure Denon's survival I cannot rely on a collapsing state." Slow, and deliberately, Cevius dressed himself once again in his uniform, his face stern, displaying the look of a man with a purpose. "Palpatine's 'New Order' is gone. Only those willing to act will be able to cobble something together from the rubble his empire will leave behind."
The Governor was rushed to Denon's seat of government, the purpose of his urgency only known to himself, a secret that he would keep for as long as was practical. He marched into his office and flicked on the communicator atop his desk, waiting impatiently for Commodore Verris, commanding officer of the Denon Planetary Defense Fleet, to answer. Finally the officer's familiar visage appeared before him, "Governor Tratum, how may I help you?" He asked, his voice was gravelly, and bags hung around his eyes, Cevius suspected he looked just as tired.
"What I am about to tell you is 'MOST SECRET'. Are you in a secure location?" Cevius questioned, observing as the Commodore's demeanor shifted with concern.
"Yes, sir. The room is secure."
He took in a deep breath, and spoke: "The Emperor and Lord Vader are dead, murdered by rebels above the moon of Endor." Verris' shoulders slumped, and his hands fell to his side, his imperial discipline faltering at the governor's words. "Pestage and the members of the Ruling Council are in no place to protect Denon, or any of the Emperor's former holdings, if we are to survive the looming chaos, we must take matters into our own hands."
Cevius gave the Commodore a moment to regain his composure. "I understand." Verris said, his voice unwavering and professional, but the anguish he felt, not only for his beloved Emperor, but also for the Empire that he knew was now doomed to collapse, was obvious. "What are your orders?"
Planetary Governor Cevius Tratum will do what he must.
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- Location
- America
Doubts
Moff Damos Rigaldi frowned as he received the highly classified missive from Grand Moff and Warlord Valentinian Venis. It was not long, and it directly accused nothing, but the implications were enormous. Rigaldi had not even considered the possibility that Pestage had orchestrated some plot to kill both the Emperor and Lord Vader. Even still he found it hard to believe, Pestage was many things, but bold enough to oppose both the Emperor and Vader? Implausible. But perhaps... what if Pestage was someone else's stooge? Another power in the Empire that compelled him to act, to become a new figurehead? It didn't seem likely, but it was hard to believe that so much of the Empire's leadership was destroyed at once without some kind of treachery. Obviously no matter what the truth was, something unlikely had happened. The consequences for either scenario would be severe, but if he acted on the wrong assumptions, the Empire would surely suffer for it.
That Venis had sent this missive to Rigaldi at all was confusing to the latter. Rigaldi had never served as an aide to Venis, though he had to Moffs who dealt with him in the past. Foerost, while a significant posting, was not a prestigious one, and Rigladi's duties while Moff had never brought him into contact with Venis before. That Venis was sending a message directly to Rigaldi and trusting him with this task meant that either somehow Venis had heard of Rigaldi through reputation and decided to trust him, or Rigaldi was being used as a puppet to Venis' interests. The choice between the two was obvious though, it had to have been the former. Rigaldi was no one's puppet, he never had been, and it was vastly more likely that his incredible dedication and competence had finally received the recognition they deserved from a major figure in the Empire.
Rigaldi decided that the warning he had received from Grand Moff Venis was too concerning to be ignored. He needed to find more information about what was going on in the Imperial Center, to see if Pestage was indeed responsible for the power vacuum that he had stepped into. To do this, he would need an ally on the planet, but he had never cultivated many friends. He would need to take a risk and contact someone who he did not know if he could trust. While the Imperial Security Bureau was hardly an organization he held faith in, the initial reports he had been receiving from the disaster at Endor suggested the Bureau had lost much of its leadership. Perhaps whomever was in charge there would be in a tenuous enough position to be pliable.
With some quick orders to his aids, Rigaldi arranged for a direct holo call to ISB headquarters, ostensibly for the purpose of arranging protection for Imperial Center and the surrounding systems in the wake of the news from Endor.
Alyaria Yularen had returned from the emergency staff meeting and begun to settle into her new office when she got an alert of an incoming message from the Moff of the Foerost Sector. She quickly bought up his file, taking only a glance before smoothing the creases in her white uniform. Yularen was not expecting to be contacted by Moffs so quickly, even if it was one from a nearby sector. As she accepted the call the image of a middle aged human blinked to life in front of her.
"Your Excellency, this is Acting Director Alyaria Yularen. What can the ISB do for you?"
Rigaldi raised an eyebrow at the young woman standing before him, before commencing his planned address,
"Acting Director, as you undoubtedly know the Empire faces a serious crisis. I do not have the extensive network you surely do, but reports are already coming in about potential rebels and traitors moving against the Empire. As Imperial Center is the most important system in the Empire, we must keep a close handle on these things to secure the safety of the capital. Since it seems the ISB has taken as many… losses as I have heard, I hope you will understand my offer to provide assistance in ensuring security is maintained here in the heart of the Empire."
Yularen was a bit annoyed at this Moff seemingly talking down to her but it was certainly not the time to ruffle feathers,
"I concur Moff Rigaldi. The security of Imperial Center is of paramount importance during this crisis. We appreciate your offer of assistance although for now the situation is in hand. News of Endor has not yet reached the general population and I have already alerted both the Imperial Sector Police and Coruscant Guard to be on the alert for possible civil disturbances. The local fleet has already been put on alert as well. For now all is stable but I will be sure to alert you if your assistance is possibly required or if we believe Foerost might be under threat. I doubt we face much more of a threat than civil disturbances at this time considering our location though."
Rigaldi nodded slowly.
"Good, good. Though our location is why I fear we may be targeted sooner, for the importance of the galaxy's center. If that becomes the case, or the situation on the planet worsens, I will be standing by to send my fleet from Foerost to assist, while production continues in the shipyards."
Rigaldi then paused to add gravitas to what he was about to say.
"But there is another concern as well. I have received… questions, from others. Asking if the circumstances of Endor are not suspicious. So many leaders of the Empire, dead, all at once. The Emperor, Lord Vader, many prominent admirals, your superiors. And now Pestage has so neatly assumed the role of leadership. I would never question this myself, such is the nature of war sometimes. But others, they harbor doubts. They think this might be some plot. I couldn't possibly say myself, I have no proof. But if there is any truth, then the highest treason has occurred. This cannot be allowed, I'm sure you agree.
To act on mere suspicious is, of course, ridiculous. But I ask that you keep an eye upon Pestage. If he is guilty of treason, then every second he controls the Empire is a second that the Emperor's legacy is defiled. Let is not last a second longer than it must. But if he is innocent, then no harm comes from being certain."
Alyaria was a bit disappointed, if not at all surprised, that the power plays seemed to already be starting. And naturally she was getting caught in the middle of it. She would need to be careful what she said even if as head of the ISB her calls were not being monitored (unless blasted Imperial Intelligence had somehow figured that out).
With as calm a voice as she could muster Yularen responded,
"There of course many questions as to what has happened at Endor. As of now we have little more than the communiques from the surviving commanders. A full investigation naturally has not even begun. The Empire suffered a tremendous blow to the upper levels of our leadership, which I have no doubt we will persevere through. It is natural that many questions remain regarding what has happened. The Empire needs certainty and stability of leadership right now. Rest assured the ISB will look into what has happened and if treachery by Imperials played any part in what has occurred. I shall personally review my predecessors files to discover if he had any particular suspicions or heard any rumors. I will also task Internal Affairs to further investigate those at the heart of what transpired. The ISB will ensure all these questions have satisfactory answers not matter what they may be."
Rigaldi studied Yularen as she spoke yet said nothing. A career bureaucrat this one.
"Excellent, Acting Director. I trust that you will get to the bottom of this matter, for the good of the Empire. With leadership in such disarray at the moment, it can be difficult to know where things, or people, will be in a few years. Perhaps those in power will misstep and find themselves falling far, or perhaps those in lower position can find themselves elevated. Maybe even some who have found themselves in sudden positions of authority now will find this power ephemeral, or instead stepping stones to something much greater. I hope you remember my offer of assistance if it is needed, and I wish you luck in keeping order on Imperial Center."
Yularen most certainly understood that message,
"I shall endeavor to remember that Moff Rigaldi. This will be a defining moment in Galactic history and it is our duty to ensure the New Order stands victorious. I also thank you again for your offer of assistance. It is good to know that in case of Rebel attack or treason within the Empire, your command stands ready to assist. With that the ISB is in a secure position to investigate and root out treason and corruption no matter whom might be,"
With that Yularen stood at attention,
"Hail the New Order. Hail the Empire. Hail Palp-the Ruling Council."
Rigaldi gave another nod,
"Hail the New Order. Hail the Empire. Hail the Imperial Authority."
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- Location
- the Republic
- Pronouns
- He/They
Hypercomm Transmission (Recorded)
Sent from Ciutric IV to Coruscant
Priority One, Encrypted
Moff Varian appears, standing at respectful attention with hands clasped behind his back. Not the posture of a subordinate, but of a fellow professional.
"Director Yularen, please be informed that I have ordered heightened security in the Ciutric Sector, in accordance with the Ruling Council's dictate. I have instructed my officers and officials to work closely with ISB Sector HQ to ensure that this directive is fully carried out. Please do not hesitate to inform me if there is anything else to be done in furtherance of Imperial security."
A pause, then a faint, uncharacteristic smile. A slight relaxation of posture, as well.
"On a personal note, Alyeska, let me say how pleased I was to hear that you had assumed the Directorate. I know your uncle, may he never be forgotten, would be proud to see you today, as am I. Always reassuring to see a Yularen serving the Empire. Keep up the good work."
He inclines his head, then ends the recording.
@Jeeshadow
Sent from Ciutric IV to Coruscant
Priority One, Encrypted
Moff Varian appears, standing at respectful attention with hands clasped behind his back. Not the posture of a subordinate, but of a fellow professional.
"Director Yularen, please be informed that I have ordered heightened security in the Ciutric Sector, in accordance with the Ruling Council's dictate. I have instructed my officers and officials to work closely with ISB Sector HQ to ensure that this directive is fully carried out. Please do not hesitate to inform me if there is anything else to be done in furtherance of Imperial security."
A pause, then a faint, uncharacteristic smile. A slight relaxation of posture, as well.
"On a personal note, Alyeska, let me say how pleased I was to hear that you had assumed the Directorate. I know your uncle, may he never be forgotten, would be proud to see you today, as am I. Always reassuring to see a Yularen serving the Empire. Keep up the good work."
He inclines his head, then ends the recording.
@Jeeshadow
Karen
Contemplating a blank canvas.
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The fleet assets under the command of Admiral Maximillien Vrauss, and their assigned territory are no longer considered under the command of the Imperial Navy and by extent the Grand Vizier, Sate Pestage. But rather, it has taken the prerogative to establish a new organization in the wake of the death of the Emperor in order to more closely fulfill his dream. Henceforth the coalition of planets in the Deep Core under Chief Executive Vrauss' leadership will be known as the Impartial Core Authority.
The conditions of the ICA's formation include no further payment of the Imperial tithe from worlds attached below, and the total separation of all military forces under Executive Vrauss' command from the Galactic Empire as it had been under Emperor Palpatine, though it recognizes Grand Vizier Pestage's government as the logical successor, and is open to continuing trade relations under standard galactic tariffs. Any attempts to attack will be treated as a violation of the isolated neutrality of the InterGalactic Banking Clan and its affiliates, as stipulated by the Treaties to end the Clone Wars.
Hail Palpatine.
Maximillien Vrauss
Chief Executive of the Board of Directors
Impartial Core Authority [ ICA ]
Karen
Contemplating a blank canvas.
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CONSOLIDATION & REORGANIZATION
Earlier...
Admiral Vrauss could not help to kick his legs onto the holodesk as the image of the banker flickered to life, heavily laden with static thanks to the depth of the connection from the Indecisive to Muunilinst. He had a deal to make.
Maximellien learnt of the death of the Emperor, and by extent, Grand Admiral Alegad Matoon over the forest moon of Endor in the attempt to unveil the new ego trip made manifest of Imperial Center. As if they didn't learn from Tarkin. With Matoon dead it made Vrauss by default the supreme authority of Constancia, though few were eager to agree to subverting their equal or superior command to a line officer. That's what they called him, a faceless drone for more eccentric figures to order around, and they weren't wrong for some time, but that, that is what made Maximellien dangerous. He had used his rather unassuming appearance and career to worm himself to become Matoon's… for lack of a better word, secretary. He handled all of the Grand Admiral's finance, security detail, and essentially making sure the daft fool had to not think about anything except what civilization to order to death next. Now that the megalomaniac was dead, it was time for the pencil-pusher to take charge. Using the assets he had at his disposal, he had dissent purged in a silent sweep as Stormtrooper units made good riddance of the disloyal, though it was not clean. Several star destroyers along with nearly half of his ground forces had abandoned him and fled to Byss.
That didn't matter now, what he needed was organization. 'Yes, ye- ah, Admiral Vrauss, so… enlightening to see you, I trust you are contacting me on behalf of the good Grand Admiral?' Good. The banker didn't know. 'No, in fact, Kitt. I am here on my own behalf. Matoon is dead.' The beady eyes of the Muun widened briefly, before the razor smile turned to being little more than a sneer. 'So, you finally did it?' He spoke slowly, testing each word against the old admiral. 'Incorrect. I did not kill him. The Rebel Alliance did. The Emperor is dead, Kitt Banatt, as is the Empire. I want to take all of Matoon's assets and have them transported to Constancia as soon as feasibly possible.'
'That is quite an ask, for one, do you even have the appropriate IGBC credentials?' The admiral didn't delay, punching in the codes that the Grand Admiral had carelessly given to him, no doubt Alegad wanted to live forever, and had given Vrauss every bit of private information he had in regards to his finances with the purpose, no doubt, to have him killed when he was finally given permission to return to the Deep Core. How unfortunate for the late Grand Admiral that now his riches and private fleet assets were now seized by Vrauss.
He wasn't done, however, as he gave the patient, loyal banker a malicious gaze, 'I also want to redirect some funds from… these accounts.' The pause was for good dramatic effect, as he added several codes, a long list being drawn up on Kitt's end, showing the private details of some incredibly powerful figures in the now ruined Galactic Empire. The knowledge of how an officer like Vrauss got access to so many private accounts, especially ones so fabulously rich was beyond Banatt, though he easily could speculate that whatever dealings he made on behalf of Grand Admiral Alegad were far more than just that, and the close association Admiral Vrauss had with Naval Intelligence meant he had worms even on ships sectors away. No doubt he was quite busy in the years of the Empire, moving from a mere helmsman to both an admiral and secretary for one of the most powerful men in the Imperial Navy. His command was absolute in this regard, totally dominating all matters of transactions that would occur between Alegad Command and the wider Empire, so it was no surprise that he played the longest game of them all, securing monetary control over nearly a quarter of all private enterprises in the Deep Core, and in a matter of hours, they were all his, or rather, under his newly created faction, one that made its presence very clear as to where it stood in the wider array of galactic politics.
[ Written with approval from @iAmJimmyHoffa ]
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To: Imperial Forces of Oversector 4 and anyone else who would listen. @Shebe Zuu
From: Grand Moff Cicero Bruti of Oversector 4
My Friends,
The Emperor along with much of Imperial high command is dead. In our moment of victory peace has been snatched from the galaxy. Our Emepror had assembled an unprecedented force to crush the rebel scum at Endor. A force that should have been able to effortlessly crush any force the rebels should have been able to desperately throw against it.
As a result of this we are left with the unfortunate certainty that the rebels were assisted by a traitor as that is the only way their victory could have come about. The most likely person to have supported them would be those who would benefit the most from his death ... namely Sate Pestage and his Co conspirators in the ruling council. When the remenets of the Endor fleet arrive at Kuat for repairs they will be debriefed to find the truth. Until the unfortunately unlikely point where Sate is vindicated the forces of over Sector 4 will not answer to the petty tyrant.
Long Live Palpatine's Dream
Long Live the Empire
Death to Traitors.
Ciecero declares for the True Loyalists (himself): The Kingdom of Kuat
From: Grand Moff Cicero Bruti of Oversector 4
My Friends,
The Emperor along with much of Imperial high command is dead. In our moment of victory peace has been snatched from the galaxy. Our Emepror had assembled an unprecedented force to crush the rebel scum at Endor. A force that should have been able to effortlessly crush any force the rebels should have been able to desperately throw against it.
As a result of this we are left with the unfortunate certainty that the rebels were assisted by a traitor as that is the only way their victory could have come about. The most likely person to have supported them would be those who would benefit the most from his death ... namely Sate Pestage and his Co conspirators in the ruling council. When the remenets of the Endor fleet arrive at Kuat for repairs they will be debriefed to find the truth. Until the unfortunately unlikely point where Sate is vindicated the forces of over Sector 4 will not answer to the petty tyrant.
Long Live Palpatine's Dream
Long Live the Empire
Death to Traitors.
Ciecero declares for the True Loyalists (himself): The Kingdom of Kuat
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Admiral Maldar Starran
Sector Class Star Destroyer – Apocalypse
Yaga Minor Shipyards – 0245 Hours
All it had taken was the death of two men and the Empire had descended into chaos. There was still general disbelief that both the Emperor and Lord Vader had died at the hands of the Rebels at Endor. The first twelve hours following receipt of the news had been spent confirming this was not simply Rebel disinformation, that events had in fact transpired as detailed by Sate Pestage.
Before the data had even been confirmed, Grand Moff Venis of the Obtrexta Sector had already declared himself Emperor and seceded from the Empire, as had several other Imperial figures in control of prominent shipyards and Imperial Commands.
Admiral Starran had his personal issues with Imperial Intelligence, but the current chaos overrode personal issues. His first duty was to the brave men and women under his command and the security of the Yaga Minor Shipyards, lest the Rebels or traitorous Imperials seeking their own glory threaten his home. His decision made the orders came quickly.
"Communications, patch me in to all Imperial Garrisons and Vessels within the Yaga Minor System. Stand y to view two transmissions received yesterday. * The two communications received from Endor and Stae Pestage are played* To the Brave Men and Women of the New Order, our Emperor has perished at the hands of the Rebels, likely due to treachery of some within Empire. Within hours of this news, several Imperial Moffs, Commanders and Garrisons have deserted their posts and taken up the flag of Sedition, most notably the Grand Moff of the Obtrexta Sector, Venis. I will be reaching out to Imperial Center for orders in light of these developments. Until such time as they are received, our first responsibility is the security of the Yaga Minor system against Rebel incursions as they will likely seek to exploit their success at Endor, we must all be prepared and vigilant. I know that at this time, we will have to adapt to the circumstances as they change, but I have confidence in each and every one of you to do your duty. Admiral Starran Out.
Admiral Starran Declares for the LOYALISTS
Communications get me all of the local moffs and forward this message to ISB HQ.
@Jeeshadow
SECRET
Acting Director Yularen – If you were not aware, Grand Moff Venis has declared himself Emperor and no longer answers to the Imperial Ruling Council. Please advise as to the identity of regional ISB Director so I can liaise to ensure the security of Loyalist installations and communications in the region
@DanMan
Moff Shai - Prefsbelt Sector
Do you stand with the Imperial Ruling Council?
@Timdog
Moff Braham - Velcar Sector
Do you stand with the Imperial Ruling Council?
Sector Class Star Destroyer – Apocalypse
Yaga Minor Shipyards – 0245 Hours
All it had taken was the death of two men and the Empire had descended into chaos. There was still general disbelief that both the Emperor and Lord Vader had died at the hands of the Rebels at Endor. The first twelve hours following receipt of the news had been spent confirming this was not simply Rebel disinformation, that events had in fact transpired as detailed by Sate Pestage.
Before the data had even been confirmed, Grand Moff Venis of the Obtrexta Sector had already declared himself Emperor and seceded from the Empire, as had several other Imperial figures in control of prominent shipyards and Imperial Commands.
Admiral Starran had his personal issues with Imperial Intelligence, but the current chaos overrode personal issues. His first duty was to the brave men and women under his command and the security of the Yaga Minor Shipyards, lest the Rebels or traitorous Imperials seeking their own glory threaten his home. His decision made the orders came quickly.
"Communications, patch me in to all Imperial Garrisons and Vessels within the Yaga Minor System. Stand y to view two transmissions received yesterday. * The two communications received from Endor and Stae Pestage are played* To the Brave Men and Women of the New Order, our Emperor has perished at the hands of the Rebels, likely due to treachery of some within Empire. Within hours of this news, several Imperial Moffs, Commanders and Garrisons have deserted their posts and taken up the flag of Sedition, most notably the Grand Moff of the Obtrexta Sector, Venis. I will be reaching out to Imperial Center for orders in light of these developments. Until such time as they are received, our first responsibility is the security of the Yaga Minor system against Rebel incursions as they will likely seek to exploit their success at Endor, we must all be prepared and vigilant. I know that at this time, we will have to adapt to the circumstances as they change, but I have confidence in each and every one of you to do your duty. Admiral Starran Out.
Admiral Starran Declares for the LOYALISTS
Communications get me all of the local moffs and forward this message to ISB HQ.
@Jeeshadow
SECRET
Acting Director Yularen – If you were not aware, Grand Moff Venis has declared himself Emperor and no longer answers to the Imperial Ruling Council. Please advise as to the identity of regional ISB Director so I can liaise to ensure the security of Loyalist installations and communications in the region
@DanMan
Moff Shai - Prefsbelt Sector
Do you stand with the Imperial Ruling Council?
@Timdog
Moff Braham - Velcar Sector
Do you stand with the Imperial Ruling Council?
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
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PRIORITY MESSAGE, TO ALL MEMBERS OF THE IMPERIAL MILITARY AND THE RULING COUNCIL
Be it known that I, Devorghila Mohc, have in accordance with the MOST HIGHLY CLASSIFIED CONTINGENCY ORDERS entrusted to me by the late Supreme Commander Darth Vader assumed the rank of OMNIPOTENT BATTLE LEADER OF THE GALACTIC EMPIRE until such time as stability has been restored.
By the authority vested in me, all fleet commands, intelligence agencies, and organs of civilian governance are hereby ordered to reorientate their chains of command through Bast Castle so that I may better coordinate our response to this crisis, and fail not, elsewise they shall be assumed to be adherents of the Rebel Alliance and traitors and dealt with accordingly.
Keep calm, and comport yourselves according to the tenets of the New Order.
Omnipotent Battle Leader Devorghila Mohc isCarving Out Her Own Empire Faithfully Carrying Out The Orders of Lord Vader And Rooting Out Treason
Be it known that I, Devorghila Mohc, have in accordance with the MOST HIGHLY CLASSIFIED CONTINGENCY ORDERS entrusted to me by the late Supreme Commander Darth Vader assumed the rank of OMNIPOTENT BATTLE LEADER OF THE GALACTIC EMPIRE until such time as stability has been restored.
By the authority vested in me, all fleet commands, intelligence agencies, and organs of civilian governance are hereby ordered to reorientate their chains of command through Bast Castle so that I may better coordinate our response to this crisis, and fail not, elsewise they shall be assumed to be adherents of the Rebel Alliance and traitors and dealt with accordingly.
Keep calm, and comport yourselves according to the tenets of the New Order.
Omnipotent Battle Leader Devorghila Mohc is
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To: Omnipotent Battle Leader uncontrollable laughter is heard in the background
From: Grand Moff Bruti
If you are as omnipotent as you claim to be you will have already realized that I'm not pledging myself to the nobody spouse of a failed engineer.
Good day