A Sad Goodbye (Fel Imperium Only)

[Mike V'Trechen]

Mike V'Trechen was looking at the outside of the Royal Distroyer. His old companion, Premier William Harris I, has died. It really broke his heart when he found out. Mike decided to have a funeral for Harris. Mike went to the family lawyer and talked to him. Apparently, he was voted to be the new Grand Premier.

Mike V'Trechen entered into the funeral room of the ship. Mike was crying, but was ready to get sworn in and give a farewell that Harris deserved. Mike took a seat and wondered who he was. Mike did a lot of stuff in his life. He was part of the Fel army, had a beautiful wife, and was a Sith. It was like his life was wonderful, but his life took a downfall after the death. Mike decided to wait on people to show, so he cannot be alone.

Mike looked around and saw that some people was there. Mike knew that it was time to go to some people and say hi. Mike knew that the whole Faction was looking up to him to lead. It was time to welcome the end of a old Fel Imperium age into a new age. A age of purpose and discovery.

 

[Savik Fel]

"We Commit this body to the great divine." Said the Priest as Savik entered the room. "Goodbye, dear friend" he said. "Lord Fel, welcome aboard the ISS Soontir, we weren't expecting you" said a young captain. To be honest the man was just getting in his way and so he turned and told the man "Why wouldn't I be here? This is my home and that an saved my family from corruption. " He simply replyed. Ah, tonight was going to be long

[member="Mike V'Trechen"]

 

[Maria V'trechen-Fel I]

Maria entered the room. She looked her best to honor the fallen, but with Harris' death she was weeping. Maria knew that her husband, Mike V'Trechen, was going to have a really hard time through all of this. Maria saw [member="Savik Fel"] . They were related to each other. Maria went to him and started to talk about what happened in their lives, since it has been a while seeing each other.

"Hello," said Maria to Savik. "How are you? It has been a long time, since we have talked to each other. How is the family? Is everything going ok, except Harris?"

[member="Savik Fel"]

[member="Mike V'Trechen"]

 

[Null1]

The room was open and mostly quiet, save for the quiet conversations of the guests who had assembled. They were gathered here for the sole purpose of honoring the 'Grand' Premier, William Harris. The man served his Empire for many years and died heirless in the vacuum of space.

While headinging to a diplomatic mission to the integrated allies on Tantorus, Harris' escorts were destroyed and his vessel shot down. His body wasn't found among the wreckage, but survival was unlikely, even for him. Doctors believe that, due to where the ship was hit, he may have been disintegrated in the explosion.

Alexander sat in fine military dress, tradition of the Emperors when celebrating the life of their predecessors. This was unique though, Harris wasn't an experor, at least not officially. He could be seen as one with all his power, but the way he reformed the fractured Fel Empire into the reformed Imperium was expertly done, and Alexander truly admired his dedication and undying drive to complete his goals. Alexander removed his cap and ran his hand across his recently cut hair. He placed it back upon his head and slowly stood up, fixing the regal purple sash he wore atop his tunic.

Alexander walked past his daughter [member="Maria V'trechen-Fel I"] and lightly bowed with a smile, before continuing on towards [member="Mike V'Trechen"] . He lightly smiled and reached out his hand to Mike.

"Congratulations on your election Mr Premier, I hope we can talk about this in a more, 'appropriate", place. The Premier was an excellent man, and I expect no less from you. You have big shoes to fill."

Mike shook his hand. "I have faith that you can accomplish greatness, do you?"

 

[Mike V'Trechen]

Mike saw that it was time to give out his speech. He walked to the podium and started to talk. He knew that it would be very sad, but he hoped that it will lift people's hopes.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen of the Fel Imperium," said Mike. "We gathered together today to say goodbye to a old friend. Our friend, Grand Priemier harris, has died. He had died after hs ship got caught in a firefight. We do not know who killed him and where is his body. This is a sad time for the empire."

Mike stopped and looked at his wife, Maria. He was ready to reveal who is the new Grand Priemier. Which way the Fel Imperium will go? Where will everyone will go from here.

"Everyone," said Mike. "You guys have voted who should the next Premier, you guys have said that I will be the new Grand Priemier. It will be my duty to lead our faction from out of the ashes and back to life. Yes, we are mourning, but we need to learn from this experience. Under my rule, we will unite each other under one name and to fight together, work together, and play together. Times will be tough, but we will trust each other to do the right thing. We are not split. We weren't here, because of the Fel's. We were here, because we like each other like brothers and sisters. We are here united together. We are the Fel Imperium!"

After Mike had did all he needed to do. He silently asked everyone to look out the window. The ship had launched a empty spacepod to symbolize Harris. The spacepod went into the unknown. Mike was happy to begin the new era of the Fel Imperium.

[member="Maria V'trechen-Fel I"]

[member="Savik Fel"]

 

[Levanthal Eastwind]

Location: Flanking the Royal Destroyer in his Capital Ship
Time: Unknown

Fleet:
Hope's Last Vestige (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/148585-venturian-class-battlecruiser-hopes-last-vestige/#entry1984124)
100/100

Fervent-Class Star Frigate (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/148903-fervent-class-star-frigate/)
100/100

Fervent-Class Star Frigate (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/148903-fervent-class-star-frigate/)
100/100

Leventhal sat at the Bridge of his ship and waited, he was suppose to be on the Royal Destroyer right now but he sat there in his ship. In his hand was a crystal glass with wine in it, his transport was ready but he didn't much care. He had heard the Premier had died, while he wasn't too emotional about it for he didn't know the Premier that well. While the man was a good person he had watched many good people die. Getting up he paced around the bridge, he was a bit annoyed for he didn't have his fleet nor were they in the best place for defense. While he was suppose to attend he thought he would look out of place, in a trench coat weapons by his side. Truly not the most formal man, liked feel rather than value. Deciding to not join unless called upon, he sat their and thought.

[member="Maria V'trechen-Fel I"] [member="Savik Fel"] [member="Mike V'Trechen"]

 

[Uyia Wryss]

"Tch....can't believe he'd get himself killed like that..."

The bounty hunter had perched herself on one of the balconies, looking down at the ceremony. She hadn't been in Fel space for quite a long time, having ran different missions or simply been hunting for so long. Yet, hearing of the premier's death, she felt a pang. She had a loyalty to the man who was now dead. Well....more of a respect than anything. And now he would no longer lead, which to some may be good and others bad.

That isn't to say she decided to dress up for the occasion. Not her style. Her heavy armor could be noticed, the crimson brightening from the lights of the ship. She was there to stop trouble from being caused as much as she was their to pay her respects back. Funerals always will be something someone will try to mess with, despite what it represents.

 

[Rocho]

Rocho had met the passed Premier, a few times, but was hardly to be said a good friend of him. He respected him, his skill, and his dedication. To Rocho, that's what was more important. He came for that reason. He had heard who was going to be the new Premier. Mike V'Trechen. He'd met him too, had a sparring session. He was a dedicated individual but Rocho had bested him in combat relatively well. His new position he couldn't be sure of yet. He was prone to tricks, but Rocho was unsure his tactics would be the best choice in an actual high position.

"May the goddess count your scores high." He muttered to himself, "You achieved much."

He looked around the room. he was wearing a common outfit for himself, blue clothing, a cape with a silver buckle. And of course he carried his lightsaber axe as if it were a cane. He was an imperial Knight after-all. Funeral or not it felt wrong not to carry a weapon on him. Rocho was a soldier and a warrior and it was in that position he best served the Fel Imperium. He might be more influential because of his position as an Imperial Knight. But that was more a side-effect then something he actively used.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Premier William Harris, leader of the Fel Imperium, was dead. At least that's what the reports said and that's why they were all here this day. Adenn stood up in the balconies, overlooking everyone. There were members of his clan spread out along the sides of the walls and mingling with people. They were there as guards and to establish connections with dignitaries that were there to commemorate Harris. All in all it was very quiet, fitting for Harris to go silently, despite all the noise he'd made during his life, along with his actions. Despite all this, there were still those who could try to cause chaos, which is why Adenn was armed for conflict, even if he might be the one who could cause the chaos. Smirking slightly, Adenn let his gaze move along all the people present, observing them and taking note of who was where.

Amongst the masses Adenn spotted Alexander the 2nd, Mike, and Maria, along with a few other people who could possible be important. Not that it really mattered, the only one Adenn found the most interesting was on the other end of the balcony, also dressed in Mando armor. Adenn had last seen her during some training way back when, but she'd been essentially MIA since then. Shaking his head, Adenn returned his attention to MIke as he went up to speak. Sneering slightly behind his helmet, Adenn let his gaze travel over the people again, some politely clapping, others genuinely clapping, and others similar to himself. Adenn had liked the Premier for who and what he was, Mike though was another matter entirely. For one, he was a dar'jetiii, or so he claimed, though Adenn had faced far more dangerous in his own time. Darth Prazutis came to mind for one.

Shaking his head once more, Adenn turned his head to observe the space pod that was sent out into space. It was in honor of Harris, and though Adenn showed the proper respects for a few moments, he didn't show it for long, as he suspected some things were afoul. Turning on his heel then, Adenn made his way over to Uyia. He had his own armor on, along with his helmet there, and all his weapons strapped around his armor, the two most prominent were the E'care on his right thigh, and the large sword on his back. Walking over and stopping next to Uyia, Adenn turned his gaze back to the people assembled, before speaking.
"Su cuy'gar Uyia, it's been awhile since you've last been seen in Fel space." Tilting his head slightly as he observed the odd behavior of Mike and Maria, he continued. "I hope whatever you did was successful at the least."

[member="Uyia Wryss"] [member="Levanthal Eastwind"] [member="Mike V'Trechen"] [member="Alexander Fel II"] [member="Maria V'trechen-Fel I"] [member="Savik Fel"]

 

[Uyia Wryss]

Uyia would look up from her watch, seeing the Mandalorian approach. She had her sniper on her back, as well as both pistols and some sort of brick with a handle on her sides. The visor would glint, but under it, she was making a face of contempt. She still did not the man, and even if he was a commanding officer, his heavy connections to the Mandalorian homeworld still got under her skin. She would pull herself up from where she sat, leaning on the railing and looking straight at him.

"Well, let us go down the list and see if it was successful: I assassinated a few people, stole information and other goods from pirates and smugglers, did a few more classified things, upgraded my ship, actually built the armor to not be a fragile mess, and founded a new political party that should be running in the next elections. So, I'm doing just dandy."

If that helmet of hers was off, her glare would be the usual daggers in the eyes that she loved to give. She seemed to have a piece of beskar armor, specifically her left gauntlet and vambrace, which looked out of place compared to the rest of the plasteel set.

"What did a great, mighty Mandalorian such as yourself do while I was gone for Fel Space? There is so much information that I only got bits and pieces of, so I'm out of the loop. Well, except for...this mess."

She would hand signal towards the ceremony below, people and all.

[member="Adenn Kyramud"]

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Adenn had noticed Uyia's weapons and her armor, but it hardly concerned him, he had better gear with him at the moment, more skill too in his mind. He heard her dislike for him, though he still didn't quite understand why, nor did he truly care. Listening politely as she spoke, Adenn nodded a few times here and there to show that he was listening. Turning to the balconys edge/railing, Adenn leaned on it and observed those down below as Uyia continued, though he did see how she seemed to be staring pointedly at him, as if glaring. Chuckling as she called him a great and mighty Mando, Adenn shook his head slightly with mirth. Turning his head to face her, he spoke then, voice still friendly, but with a hint of anger, not towards Uyia, no, towards others.

"Hopefully that helped the Fels at the very least." He pointedly looked at her, showing that if it wasn't for the Fels, then he'd think she was just a self server, and didn't care about the Fels in general. "Now, where to start. No doubt you probably heard how practically every group's been attacking the Mando'ade, well I was there, every planet they attacked I fought on. So there's that. Got myself new armor," Gesturing to his armor slightly, Adenn shook his head again, chuckling again. "and upgraded my clan a hell of a lot more. A lot more troops, despite our losses, more tech, new company, and many more elite troops. Oh, and also raised hell in the unknown regions with various pirates."

Turning his gaze back to the crowd below, Adenn simply sighed.
"As for this mess, something seems off, but I have no proof of anything. Besides, look at him," Adenn gestured to Mike. "I don't think he has what Harris had, the charisma and passion to lead the Fels. He best learn quickly or he'll end up singing the wrong tune. So, what do you think about this whole mess with Harris?"

[member="Uyia Wryss"]

 

[Levanthal Eastwind]

Levanthal day in his ship and let out a massive sigh. Standing he walked over to comms and said. “I’m heading over now.” Speaking to his pilot, “Prep the ship.” His Ship was one of his prized possessions it was made for fast travel and attack. While it’s low shields may drag it down, it usually avoided fire.

Walking to his hangar he boarded and flew over to the Royal Destroyer. Docking Levanthal sighed he hated formal occasions and didn’t have the proper clothing for the funeral. While it may come off as rude or cruel, frankly it didn’t matter to him.

His ship sped over and docked in one of the bays the back opening. Walking towards the room for the funeral he stopped at the door, pausing for a second. Eventually he continued forward and entered the room, he stood in a corner on his hololink sorting out his ships.


[member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Rocho"] [member="Alexander Fel II"] [member="Uyia Wryss"]