First Reply A Corellian Homecoming

[Marlon Sularen]

A_C O R E L L I A N_H O M E C O M I N G

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
CORELLIA, CORE WORLDS

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For decades, Sularen had been exiled from his homeworld the results of the political machinations of the Diktats of Corellia and their little Confederation who once had opposed him. Even after his exile from Corellia the Diktats would continue to prove to be a thorn on his side pursuing their delusions of justice all because of some stupid Belters revolt. The rise of the Galactic Alliance only made matters worse creating a shield that protected Corellia from retaliation and ensured that Sularen's enemies would remain in their little seat of power leveraging their influence within the Galactic Alliance to further ostracize him within galactic affairs.

But now, the Galactic Alliance was gone and the Core Worlds were in turmoil. The Galactic Empire that defeated the Galactic Alliance would soon fall apart in the face of the machinations of the Sith Covenant quickly ending the dreams of an Imperial Core and putting a premature end to their plans to takeover the Green Jewel of the Core. Despite the world being sandwiched between the Sith Covenant and the High Republic, Sularen had decided that it was time to end his exile once and for all. With the Corellian Confederation in shambles following the dissolution of the Alliance and the Imperial incursion, there would be little resistance to his return and at long last he would be able to impose his will on Corellia and deliver judgement upon all who had wronged him all this time.

As such Sularen would soon find himself stepping outside an Imperial Gunship after it had made landfall within the hangars of the now abandoned military base known as Fort Bastion. In the wake of all the chaotic events that had plagued the Core Worlds it had been left abandoned which provided Sularen with the perfect staging area to execute his takeover of Coronet City and from there exert his influence across the entire planet. All around him the abandoned base was brimming with activity as Imperial forces began the slow process of occupying the military base and bringing it back to an operational state, while Imperial warships hovered above with Gunships and Shuttles repeatedly flying in and out of them to deliver more Imperial troops and supplies to the base.

Meanwhile the Imperial Supreme Commander would begin walking towards the edge of the base where Coronet City was visible against the horizon located just a few dozen kilometers away. Gazing upon the very city in which he grew up in Sularen smirked "Finally. After all this time, Corellia will be mine."

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[Cynan Obaith]

Location: Corellia
Outfit: Suit
Tag: Marlon Sularen

"Please inform my sister that while I have my residence now on Corellia, that does not mean that I cannot see her lack of attendance to her graduation school." Cynan sighed as he spoke to Sawel, his right hand. "Also, make sure that my day is free. I have received news of someone old coming back to Corellia and I desire to ensure his expectations are restrained."

Cynan had been working with several local groups and the disaster that happened not too long ago on Corellia was being efficiently reversed. The lives lost were never going to be restored but he was determined to have them remembered and their legacy honoured. They fought against imperial rule and damnation, they would not live in vain of that. Cynan sent several messages to those of in the High Republic, updating them on situations that he was dealing with while being on the ground of Corellia. He held off on the news he had learned about today, Cynan was more curious to see what this man would say to him and the intentions he stated before reporting the issue.

There was a small amount of hope that there could be some agreement formed. Even if there was strong ideological differences.

Especially on what Corellia should be and what it could be.

"I will be out for a few hours. If I do not report after 2 hours, send my guards to this location and inform the High Republic of either my disappearance or death. Both are quite possible," Cynan raised a hand when it was clear that Sawel wished to interject, "I understand the concerns but I rather handle this alone."

Departing from the newly renovated office that Cynan had constructed, the man let out a sigh as he realised the grand undertaking he was pursuing here. It was not something he had expected to be happening so soon after coming to Corellia and held hope that Corellia could be in the hands of the High Republic before this day. However, fortune seemed to not be on his side. Instead, he made his way to the abandoned military area. It was lucky that his informants had caught this incoming news. It would have reflected poorly on the hopeful politician if he had not caught someone attempting to make so big claims for the future of his new hope.

Arriving, Cynan walked with the confidence of someone not out of place, even though his attire did not scream military nor did his attitude. He was not a military man but he did not allow that to stop him in this moment. "It seems greetings are in order. I am Cynan Obaith. I've been working here on Corellia for a bit now to restore the wounds the Galactic Empire inflicted on the people here."

"What are your intentions, Mr. Sularen?"

 

[Marlon Sularen]

A_C O R E L L I A N_H O M E C O M I N G

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
CORELLIA, CORE WORLDS

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As Sularen looked onwards to the city he had grown up in, he was approached by a single individual who introduced himself as one Cynan Obaith, stating that he had working on Corellia to assist the people after the Galactic Empire's attempted occupation of the planet and then inquiring on the Supreme Commander's intentions for Corellia. Almost immediately the Supreme Commander's guards drew their weapons towards the man but Sularen simply raised his hand signaling for them to stand down.

"I assume your with the High Republic, yes?" he asked his back still turned to Obaith. "I grew up here you know. Was born and raised in Coronet City." he began. "I once had great dreams, to make a name for myself and one day lead the Corellian people. Except only i was cast out, branded both a traitor and enemy of my own homeworld and constantly undermined by the Diktats who governed this world." he continued. "So my intentions here are simple, to claim what has been denied for decades : this world, it's people and the heads of those who have wronged me."

It was at that point that the Supreme Commander turned around, maintaining a steadfast posture and a calm expression even as he revealed how much hate and anger he had for this world. "But first i must ask, what is your relation to the Corellia? Beyond your humanitarian work here that is."

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[Cynan Obaith]

Location: Corellia
Outfit: Suit
Tag: Marlon Sularen

Cynan did not react to the guards, there was no look of concern on his face. He had predicted this outcome since the imperials were always very jumpy and quick to draw arms. However, Cynan carried no weapons and did not attempt to appear armed or dangerous. He was here for a conversation and he was going to try his best to have an earnest talk.

"Being raised on Corellia. Some would say that could be a life upbringing. But I have found that the people of Corellia are brilliantly resilient and quite the creative collection of people." Cynan commented, turning around to look back to where the city laid. "They were also very firm in their anti-imperial stance during and since the massacre under the hands of the Galactic Empire." Cynan added, he was not here to judge whether Marlon would be the same style of imperialism but he was not going to sweep the recent history under the rug for this man.

Breathing in deeply, "my quick research on you demonstrated a man who has flown many banners, few that were factions of good intentions. Though that might be some personal bias. I am not a fan of imperialism and oppression. They do not feel pleasant in the mouth for me." Cynan commented, not revealing where he was from, not answering the question that Marlon asked of him. Not yet at least. "So, I must say that I was surprised you decided to come here. The small force you have brought with you would not last long if any of the larger factions decided to focus their attentions on Corellia."

This was not a threat, a mere statement on the chances of Marlon holding onto Corellia. "However, Mr. Sularen, I understand the anger and hurt feelings you have at being forcibly exiled from home and how hopeful you might be to return once again." His arms crossed his chest as he looked over to Marlon. "So, if you are here to merely visit, see how things have changed in your absence and even desire to buy a home here. I am more than happy to assist with such endeavours to the best of my ability." Cynan offered a polite smile.

"However, any attempts to conquer or forcibly take over this city, this world and I will have to work my damnedest to stop you. Corellia rejected imperialism once, it will reject it again." He took a step closer, "So, let's try this again, please. What are you seeking during your stay on Corellia today?" The question now framed in a way to ensure that Marlon understood this attitude, this attempt of control, it was fleeting and it would not be lasting. Not as long as Cynan had anything to say about it.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

A_C O R E L L I A N_H O M E C O M I N G

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
CORELLIA, CORE WORLDS

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Sularen chuckled as Cynan reframed his question. He knew very well the game he was playing, as he wasn't the first one to openly rebuke Sularen's ambitions. Countless people before him had stood in front of the Supreme Commander told him that he would never succeed only form him to rise to greater heights then them while they faded into obscurity their legacies forgotten by the turning tides of history. It wouldn't be long before Obaith would join them but for now he was virtually untouchable given how Sularen needed to stay in the High Republic's good graces for his upcoming campaigns in the Outer Rim.

Still the Supreme Commander wasn't going to budge. Not when Obaith was trying to hide behind fancy words to force him into a corner to try to assert some sort of authority over him in regards to the fate of Corellia. Sularen had already dealt with enough of those types of people in his past and he was certainly not going to entraining them again. "You speak as if you know the history of Corellia or what it's people truly desire. You act as if you have any sort of authority on this planet to deny me this conquest. It's a degree of arrogance that i have seen countless times before from people who have sought to undermine me in the past." he responded.

He then proceeded to draw out a handheld blaster pistol from his holster and aimed it towards Obaith's chest. "Right now i could kill you were you stand and proceed with my conquest of this world. Coronet City is only a few dozen kilometers away from here and i have at my disposal one of the most powerful navies in the galaxy. What makes you think that you or anyone else on this wretched world can still stop me?" Sularen stated.

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[Cynan Obaith]

Location: Corellia
Outfit: Suit
Tag: Marlon Sularen

Cynan shook his head, "I would not call myself a master of its history. No, it is more that I listen to people. I hear what they desire, what they have been through and I empathise them with through the trials and tribulations that they endure." There was an honesty to his voice, he took it far more important to know what the people now think and desire. Not what has happened many years ago. That was a blinding mentality since you get stuck on what was and not what could be in Cynan's mind.

"It is not arrogance. It is understanding the current galactic climate and standings of factions. There is also a strong desire from myself to ensure that what has happened very recently does not happen again. And it seems you are intending to continue to demonstrate that Imperial means genocide and slaughter of innocents." Cynan watched as the gun was drawn and he did not show any concern. He was calm, keeping the smile on his lips as he looked over to Marlon.

Letting out a disappointed sigh, "I did think we could have a civil conversation, Mr. Sularen." Cynan mentioned with a disappointed look on his face at the statement about killing Cynan right here and now. "But I am going to call your bluff, sir. If you were going to shoot me, you would have already, or in fact you would have ordered your men to do so. So, please do not pretend that there is any seriousness with this threat. However, if you do change your mind, please note that no navy would save you from the consequences of my murder. Since that is how people will see it."

"I am an innocent, humanitarian who has only worked hard on restoring the damage done to Corellia from the last imperial force that came to Corellia and attempted to conquer it." Cynan placed his hands down, "I am also unarmed, a known pacifist so any attempts to frame me as carrying a weapon would be dismissed as a lie instantly. I am also well connected with several high ranking members of the High Republic. So, you would end up becoming an enemy of the state that is the closest to Corellia."

He was stating mere facts, listing the many reasons why attempting to kill Cynan would go so very horribly wrong. "So, I do recommend that you put the blaster away. Accept my terms, understand that bloodshed is not going to happen no matter how much of a tantrum you throw. We can do this in a far more respectful manner and I do wish to ensure that Corellia can feel like home to all Corellians. But punitive punishment towards innocent lives is never going to be acceptable and I will ensure that you face a very severe punishment if you ever try it."

Gesturing to Marlon, "so, Mr. Sularen, the decision is yours. You can shoot me, you can accept my terms for remaining here or you can leave. Those are your options."

 

[Marlon Sularen]

A_C O R E L L I A N_H O M E C O M I N G

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
CORELLIA, CORE WORLDS

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Sularen rolled his eyes, visibly annoyed as Obaith spoke about the people, consequences and punishment. He was still unimpressed by his demands and threats knowing well that the High Republic couldn't do shit against him. If he was able to evade the Galactic Alliance at it's height and challenge it countless times then the same thing applied to the High Republic which already was more docile and less militarized then the Alliance ever was. This was the problem with idealists, they always thought themselves as morally superior and that there was only good and evil. They were naïve, but their words carried weight with the masses and that made them extremely dangerous.

Normally Sularen would have sought to compromise with Obaith but his response only enraged and infuriated him. By now his younger self would have pulled the trigger thrown Obaith's corpse into a ditch and proceeded with the conquest of Coronet City but that only played into his hands. It was clear that Obaith thought that he had successfully de-fanged Sularen by forcing him to choose three outcomes. He thought he was in control that he held all the cards. Except he didn't.

The Supreme Commander shifted his aim for Obaith's shoulder and pressed the trigger. While his shot wasn't enough to kill Obaith it was enough to knock him on the ground. "Seize him." Sularen instructed, with his guards quickly complying and rushing towards him and grabbing him by the hand. Sularen then placed his gun back on his holster and walked up towards Obaith, looking down at him with pure contempt and hatred. "You thought you could control the outcome but you were mistaken Cynan, so let me tell you what's really going to happen." he began.

"I will pull back my forces from Corellia, but not before dragging your ass back to Imperial space and locking you up in the Citadel on Lola Sayu." the Supreme Commander proclaimed. "No one will know what happened here or where you are, and you will spend the rest of your days there." he continued. "As for Corellia? I still have plans for it and it's people although a direct conquest and takeover is now out of the question thanks to your intervention." he added. "Now do you have any last words you would like to share i put you to sleep?"

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[Cynan Obaith]

Location: Corellia
Outfit: Suit
Tag: Marlon Sularen

Cynan had hoped that his words were going to be proven capable enough in handling the imperial. It was the only tool that Cynan truly desired to use. While he was a skilled fighter, that was a skill he used for training, maintaining fitness and social purposes. Actually hitting a person with the intentions of harming them, trying to inflict violence onto others. That was not going to be something Cynan was all too keen on personally. It was also something that his heart was never in. Dating back to his school days, Cynan was never much of a fighter with those who beat him up. He took the hits and tried to defend others but he was not a real fighter himself.

Then the bolt hit his shoulder.

It was too fast for Cynan's body to respond to but it was enough surprise and force that he stumbled a couple steps backwards and then dropped to a knee in pain. He had never been shot before and chit, if that did not hurt. Cynan growled, it seemed that this imperial fool was determined to sentence himself a cruel punishment since few would take firing upon a friendly, peaceful civilian as a good thing to do. Especially when one side was attempting to organise a peaceful resolution to the anger of the other side.

The calls to seize Cynan were not too surprising. If Marlon was going to kill Cynan then the first shot would have done that. It was clear that Cynan's continued presence on Corellia was always going to be too much of a nuisance for Marlon to manage without violence. That was at least the small victory in this very dire situation that Cynan could take away. There was some temptation to escape, all he would have to do was stomp the foot of the guard holding Cynan, cause a flinch then prop him as a human shield and use the soldier's pistol to stun the others. Perhaps forcing Marlon to surrender into High Republic custody.

However, his body was in great amounts of pain from being shot, he held too much doubt that he could be fast enough or strong enough to pull off the manoeuvre. There was also the issue that he would have to willing to attack. To fire the gun, even if it was in stun mode, Cynan couldn't be sure that he was prepared to do such things. There would be too much concern that the stun either did not have a stun function or that Cynan would not activate it correctly and then kill someone. He couldn't handle the risk of that blood being on his hand.

So, he had to accept the fate. Just knowing that the High Republic would be reported of his absence no matter what and that they would figure out he was captured. His plans were not foiled by Marlon.

Looking up to the imperial, "how does it feel having your plans foiled by a normal civilian using nothing but their words? No great Jedi, no hard trained soldier, no. Marlon Sularen was undone by a man with no weapons, no armour, nothing but his words. I will be free from your false imprisonment. I will ensure Corellia never faces your attempts to control it and you will never know peace." There was a cold determination in his eyes. Cynan was going to show this man that no army mattered any more if he was going to flee Corellia all because of mere words spoken by Cynan today.

Cynan would make sure the galaxy knew that words foiled Marlon Sularen's bold plans to take over Corellia.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

A_C O R E L L I A N_H O M E C O M I N G

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
CORELLIA, CORE WORLDS

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Sularen chuckled as Obaith spoke once more, taunting him with the delusional idea that he had foiled his plans for Corellia. Sure a direct and more overt takeover was out of the question but that didn't mean Corellia itself was out of Sularen's grasp only that a more covert and subtle approach was need to tame the Rebellious world. "You act as if words have power in this galaxy." he retorted. "Words only have power because this galaxy is filled with idiots that will accept anything that makes them feel better. Idiots who will trade their security for freedom. It is what led to the collapse of the Galactic Alliance and their inability to stop the resurgence of the Sith."

"Still i find it amusing that you still can stop me even when i hold all the cards. I'm about to drag you all the way to a secure prison and yet still you remain defiant with the delusion that you hold any power to prevent me from delivering judgment upon Corellia. You are not Dracken Pryce, you are merely a weak humanitarian whose name will be forgotten like many who sought to oppose me before you." he proclaimed. "In the end i will always win." he then gave the signal and one of the Commandos struck Obaith to knock him unconscious.

Once Obaith was secured, Sularen took out his comms and sent out a message to the forces he had gathered here. "This is Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen, the March on Coronet City has been cancelled. Prepare for evacuation and return to your ships immediately, we're leaving this rock." he instructed before he made his way back to his Gunship with his Guards dragging Obaith behind him. Whether or not he was bluffing about his connections to the High Republic, Sularen didn't care. The p0wers of this galaxy had grown too comfortable constantly undermining him, and it was about time they understood the price of fucking around with him.

[EXIT]

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