Back to the Future | CIS Dominion of Zolan

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BACK TO THE FUTURE​

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The history between the Confederacy of old and the relatively small planet of Zolan is considered murky at best. Broken promises due to the unfortunate demise of key Separatist officials, and even more unfortunate circumstances, led to the Clawdites coming to full power over their Zolander creators without the aid of the CIS. Hundreds and hundreds of years have passed since the lengthy planet-wide civil war that finally saw the two near-culture species to seeing one another as equals.

Though some prejudices remain, especially from Clawdites with ancestors that were forced to live like second class citizens, they are devoted to moving forward together. They wish for prosperity and longevity. Zolan has chosen to be known for what they are now, with a people intact, over their past indiscretions. Their planet is lush with nature and technology blending together rather seamlessly. Great care has been taken to incorporate as much of the natural landscape as possible into new structures, however, they do not spare any expense when it comes to innovation.

With that in mind representatives from the Guile Company reached out to the steadily growing nation directly to the east. Fueled by a desire to move into the future head on, with the security of a larger faction full of exemplary minds and ample resources at their backs, they wish to rejoin the Confederacy once more. In a show of good faith they have invited the Confederacy to tour their capital and the surrounding facilities to see what they have to offer. The CIS, in turn, is bringing Zolan blueprints of some of their more utilized ships and droids, not only for their use, but to see if anything can be improved upon.

This is a union of equivalent exchange. The Confederacy, as they do for so many other worlds, will provide protection and resources. In lieu of a planetary tax the CIS will have its pick of any technology that Zolan manages to produce, as well as free passage in their airspace, and a place to position a small Confederate outpost. All in all, it sounds simple, easy and almost a vacation from the difficulties of the more recent world acquisitions.

After landing, and everyone gets settled, there will be several areas to explore. The city itself, Myst, is full of custom shops, as well as eateries, and an open market. But, more than anything, the magistrate and their tour guide, Jonpas Audotora, will want to show the Confederacy their crowning jewel. It is a new hypermatter core reactor that is more efficient, stable, and has a higher output of energy than the typical reactor. It is top of the line and is heavily guarded in one of their largest industrial buildings.

Unbeknownst to the Confederacy the reactors have been tampered with. Something is about to go terribly, and horribly, wrong.

Objective – TOUR THE REACTOR FACTORY

Prepare yourself. Magistrate Jonpas Audotora of Myst will bore you to DEATH with the ins and outs of how WONDERFUL their reactors are and how much they would benefit the Confederacy. It’s a sales pitch. He’s that guy trying to sell you space oxy-clean. Billy Mays anyone? You will wowed by bright lights, flashy tech, and expensive local booze. It’s more of a wine tour than a tech expo. You’ll love it. That is, until of course, something starts trying to kill you. Good luck.

Objective – TOUR MYST

For those of you want to go shopping and frolic merrily with shape-changing reptile people? This is definitely for you. You will be able to see all sorts of things, Clawdite children turning blue, mechanical birds flying around, and even a few old school Zolander religious zealots hawking their convictions on the street corners. Have fun. Visit with each other—Relax. It’ll be awesome. Until chit hits the fan.

Objective – BYOO HOMIE

A VERY awkward way of saying do your own thing. You don’t want to be in Myst? You want to visit another city? That’s cool. You want to stay in the ship and mope because you’re bored? Double cool. You want to sit in the diplomatic consulate and teeny-bop while listening to glitz because you’re missing out on your favorite sitcoms because the HoloNet connection is so bad that everyone sounds like Vader post Mustafar? Triple cool. Points for pouting, slamming doors, and general irresponsibility.

[Note: Anyone within the city of Myst will soon be affected by the events that will take place at the Reactor Factory. Stay tuned to see how we’re going to screw you over next - You’re welcome.]​

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Memo: Players are FREE to add their favorite 80's song in honor of the 'Back to the Future' title. Hey, who doesn't like a little 80's? Happy April Fools!​

 

[Rhaegar Nemesis Dib]

Sitting in one of the corporate offices in the high rise looking over the plaza glittering below, Nemesis sipped the whiskey from the cabinet festooned with liquor. A slight frown creased his face at the taste. It may have been a pricey spirit, but the quality was greatly exaggerated. Calmly he tapped one foot lightly on the plush rug, the pool of blood slowly expanding across the office as it leaked from one of the senior cabinet members.

The shades rested upon his face despite the shadows filling the opulent office. Through the window he watched the progression that was the Confederacy arriving on the planet. They had come once more to join another planet to their growing governments. It wasn't difficult to take an educated guess as to where the Confederate forces would go next. The constant expansion of the CIS followed a certain pattern. Combined with that information a cursory observation of fleet maneuvers and certain key personnel gave a pretty clear picture of where the ever self glorified Confederacy would go.

Shaking his head slightly he allowed the momentary introspection wash from his mind as he moved back to his silent viewing of the unsuspecting Seppies. The Clawdites were oh so proud of their new hypermatter reactor and one of the first things the Zolan government would wish to do is share their technological break through. Show off their strength. It would go a long way in their diplomatic relations with the Confederacy.

Of course that was if the exhibition were to go smoothly.

Leaning back he crossed his leg over his other, the slacks gliding loosely as he repositioned himself in the plush chair, leaning back in a relaxed posture. It only took a little effort to manipulate a few of the technicians to alter the coding. Delete a few administrator permissions, introduce a new firewall that would prove problematic for immediate rectification. Soon the interesting twist will unfold. And then death. Glorious death.

A cold smile crossed his face as he continued to partake of the subpar whiskey and enjoy his bird's eye view of the activity that was soon to come.

Spoiler: Tag

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[Garza]

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Post: 1 ​

Allies: [member="Umai"],​

I felt like a child being paraded through the city. While all the other influential members of the CIS were taking tours of some weapons factory, I was stuck with Umai. Well, more so I agreed to come along with her. Ever since I had learned that she had very little to claim her own, I wanted to give her more. I wanted to provide her with a way to defend herself, and more so, find pride within herself. More so, My mortal self found that she was kind of adorable in this state of wanting to buy everything. Considering I had the credits to spare, I was taking her shopping. When in all truth, it was she who was taking me round and around.

The city was fairly alive. Various people walked along the streets looking through windows. However, the place was dark due to the lack of a sun. The planet had a really thin atmosphere. As such, the planet barely had any protection against the sun. So much radiation was bombarded upon the planet during the day. However, the darkness was filled with light. Lights from all of the signs around us. The bulbs that provided us a walk way, and the vendors with brightly lit clothing.

Turning to the woman, all I could do was just ask.

"So what are you wanting to get exactly?"

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Lambada Sector - Zolan - [Myst] Embassy
Objective: Tour the Reactor Facility
Wearing: This
In the Company Of: TBA

Zolan was special. It was strange. Srina couldn’t put her finger on it but there was something bizarre about their environment that had her looking over her shoulder every few moments. Perhaps it was the clean air, or even, the extremely content citizens that milled about but it felt a little like someone was pulling a fast one. Silver eyes watched polite administrators, businessmen, and politicians walk in and out of the commerce floor turned embassy with something akin to suspicion.

The trip to the rather green planet had been entirely uneventful. It was surprising, considering how explosive Relovian had been, and what a travesty Secundus Ando had turned out to be. She still wasn’t certain that she’d picked all of the blood out of the crevices of armor. It was hard, when she could only call it forth for two hours at a time, before it disappeared back into the mists. Still, she wore the crimson and onyx band around wrist that let her summon the Scarlet Vow with a mere thought.

Even if it wasn’t completely repaired it was still better than walking around entirely unprotected.

But, in on Zolan, it seemed entirely unnecessary. Ever since she’d stepped out of the Ferocity she’d met nothing but helpful and overly polite Clawdites. The very few Zolanders that she’d seen had been slightly more standoffish, not a surprise, but the threat they posed was minimal at best. They were soft. They wouldn’t know the pointy end of a vibroblades if they stabbed themselves with it. The Apprentice to Darth Metus stared at the variety of hired help that moved through the crowd of CIS personnel that stood awaiting their glorified tour guide.

Often, Srina found herself attending functions for the sake of the nation, or holding business meetings to secure contracts, as if she had a right—and this was no different. She arrived at the will of the Vicelord. She spoke with his will, acted with his best interests in mind, and never let her cold marble countenance crack without reason. [member="Darth Metus"] was around somewhere, she was sure, but the diminutive Echani was lost in a sea of people. She was a lot shorter than some of those that stood around her.

Among their numbers she could see Viceroyals, curious about the new world they were set to welcome, Knights Obsidian, who had a duty to be present and offer a unified front, Storm Fleet contacts who were keeping in constant communications with small forces patrolling the system, and Mandragora who seemed eager to get their hands on new materials for their spell-craft.

Soon enough they would all be off on their own devices, like younglings in a store full of sweets, given free reign to do as they pleased.

The snow-kissed woman was waiting for the Magistrate of Myst to come and take anyone willing on a tour of the Reactor Facility. They already had powerful equipment on Geonosis, but, some of the other member worlds could definitely benefit from an innovative hyermatter core reactor. She did not understand the intricacies or the quantum mechanics involved in the creation of such a thing but she did know the value of it.

A Clawdite dressed rather opulently, with slicked back hair, and a full vested suit stopped before her with a tray of what she could only assume to be alcohol. Always, if the CIS could find nothing else, they could find the booze.

“A drink while you wait, Lady? Jonpas Audotora will arrive shortly.”

Srina paused, but lightly picked up a tall, and rather expensive looking glass flute. She had no intentions of drinking but she offered a pale and aristocratic smile nonetheless. She was swathed in blue and white, with the bracelet on her wrist in ugly contrast, much to the dismay of the attendant droids under her Master’s employ. White-gold hair fell in free cascades down her back as she tried to resist the urge to sneak out the side door. It wasn’t far. But, she was never one to shirk her duties.

So, she waited, drink in hand—hoping that this tour would be over soon. She would much rather see the city and its people versus all of the bureaucratic nonsense. If there was one thing she had learned since leaving Eshan, it was to never, ever trust a politician.

At the very least the music was refreshing. It was different, a type she hadn’t heard before, rotating through songs overhead more often than [member="Aedan Miles"] rotated through fleets of ships.

 

[Valgærd]

Allies: [member="Kalee Bladesworn"]

The city was alive.

Zolan was unlike any planet I'd been to thus far. It was dark, because it had no sun, and yet radiation was a high risk to its inhabitants. Although down here walking the streets, the dark wasn't a problem. Shops and street lights glowed brightly, providing the city's many citizens with plenty of light. The din of bartering between people, speeders and generators, and other sounds I didn't care to name hung in the air. The aroma of hot food wafted from some restaurant I couldn't see. Beside me walked Kalee. I'd felt a little disdain from her, honestly I didn't blame her. I like to play up my skills a little, and I'm much more mouthy than she is, I suspected there were probably those she'd prefer to be with than me today.

But at the same time, we got along pretty well. Next to Kalee I looked very much like the "happy go-lucky pup", and she a sour, elderly cat. But in truth we understood one another on at least some level. After all, we'd cheated death together. I'd been wanting to watch and learn from her, but today was a chance to relax; shopping, in fact. She turned to me and asked me what I wanted to get today.

A snicker escaped my lips before I could stop it. I wanted everything. A new speeder bike, a ship of my own, new clothes, a nice bag or two... Want was a very dangerous word. At least... that was what Uncle used to say. Glancing around, I studied the shops around us for a few moments before I turned to her,

"I lost my one good coat on Dathomir, so that's at the top of my list. I'd also like to track down one of those retractable bo staves if they're selling those around her. And if I happen to see the perfect bag while we're here... I can't promise I'll just walk past it."

Of course, I could. I only had a few credits to spare. A bag would be nice, but hardly important. The coat I'd slashed up to use as rope on the other hand, had been infinitely more useful than I'd given it credit for. That, and something nice to defend myself with, were my only real priorities today.

 

[Garza]

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Post: 2 ​

Allies: [member="Umai"],​

My right eyebrow raised as the younger woman answered me. She lost her good coat and so she needed a new one? I gave her a once over to see that she was already wearing a coat. My mind instantly thinking that she already had a coat that was good enough. A coat was a coat. Nothing special too it. Now if the coat she had lost was special to her because it was a family heirloom, I might understand. However, buying a new one would not replace it. I just shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.

She also wanted to get one of those Bo staffs. A weapon that can be rather useful but also not very lethal if used correctly. I had seen only one person use an old electrostaff from before the great Jedi purge many centuries ago. However, that weapon was very old when he had used it, and even then, it broke at the end of our fight. Nodding my head, I then instantly palmed my face with my hand. She wanted a bag. A hand bag like any other princess to carry her belongings only to lose it. Rolling my eyes as I fished into my pocket and grabbed a digital card to my account with the CIS.

"You have a limit. If I say you stop, you stop. I don't want you running me dry."

I then slowly handed her the card. Knowing full well that I would likely regret this decision later.

"We will look at the jacket first. Bo staff, if we can't find it, I think can be provided by the CIS if you ask nicely. As for the bag, You are really going to have to convince me that it will be used well and not lost or stolen easily."

 

[Ravenfire]

Post:1
Tag: [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Savoh Iaht"]
Rex had heard about Zolan and it's reactors. He had always wanted to look at them and now was his chance. Arriving on planet he immediately went to the factory, he had also sent out a message to the Golden Reach knowing it was something they would want to have a look at. He was glad for the chance to see some new tech. He loved R&D and as much as he wanted to be back somewhere in the galaxy doing some R&D he was happy to be here though.

He saw Srina Talon present as well. He went up to her and said "Srina Talon it is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, I have heard so much about you and know you have been present during many operations to secure planets for the CIS." Then he remembers she had no idea who he is "I'm sorry I don't think we have met yet Srina, my name is Rex Taff minister for science for the CIS. Might I ask why you are present for this tour? I didn't think this kind of thing would interest you." While he waited for an answer he got a drink.

 

[Ultimatum]

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A planet with a radiation problem was probably the last place one would expect a droid to come to willingly. However, the world had a lure that was most tempting for this droid. A new Hypermatter Reactor design would keep Ultimatum occupied for several months if no other stimuli distracted him. Then there was the chance to visit a world with a, relatively, natural skin-changing species and observe their natures. Those two factors were enough to push the robot to design a radiation-proof parasol for his time under the 'sun.'

The droid was new to the Confederacy, still trying to decide upon its purpose in the galaxy after awakening from a prolonged deactivation. Ultimatum had come partly to familiarize himself with those allies he had chosen to join. Then he was also here to hopefully obtain some new insight into Hypermatter power. He did comprehend the science behind the Reactor type, although if he were asked about it, Ultimatum would find it difficult to explain. His access to the vast expanse of the HoloNet did not aid in his translation of mathematical and quasi-scientific concepts into terms more readily understood by laymen.

In the time since his arrival, Ultimatum had observed several Clawdites and only a few Zolanders. In hindsight, Ultimatum believed it might have been prudent to study the planet's culture before arriving. However, the past was already gone. The droid had deigned not to bring any of his bulky suits for this seemingly innocuous information hunt. He did not expect to find trouble in a world that was preparing to sell Reactor designs. He did wonder though if he should have worn a suit nonetheless, for his stature was diminutive compared to most of the people about, and he pondered whether his appearance was not comic: his visible tubing, human-like face with its fool's smile plastered on. He had contemplated choosing a more contemplative gaze, but for the sake of first impressions, he had wished to differ himself from the old droid.

Thus he likely stood out amongst those waiting for the tour to begin. He admired the pomp and ceremony, having once favored the theatrical side of aristocracy and diplomacy, though he felt the music was a tad out of place for the setting. Perhaps it was a cultural preference? Would it be polite to ask one of the Clawdite waiters? Truthfully, for his love of theatrics and the concepts of upper society, Ultimatum remembered little of his experiences with such. It appeared that, at least for now, the Clawdites were as uncertain about him as he was of them. Perhaps, Ultimatum smirked at the thought; they were wondering what to serve the droid, if at all. Maybe they were unaware of Ultimatum being a separate entity; he recalled often being mistaken for another person's property. So Ultimatum waited, standing almost on his own, gratuitous smile on his face, contemplating the situation he had unsurprisingly found himself in while he waited for the really interesting part of his visit to begin.

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Compatriots: [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Rex Taff"]
Location: Myst Embassy
Objective: Hypermatter Reactor Tour,
Post(s):1

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Interacting with: TBD
Objective: BYOO

I lost sight of [member="Darth Metus"] (naughty boy), [member="Srina Talon"] was off doing something boring with tons of numbers, and sapient beings talk, talk, talking as if they all knew some great secret to the universe, which would make life better for everyone, but instead were just needlessly complicated and full of woe.

Okay, deep breath. Run. On. Sentence. Needless, I’ve been coerced… near forced against my will to this Zorostar planet. Zarathustra planet? Zenpakilala planet.

What do I care what it’s called. Nothing here is memorable, and nobody walks like they’re worth a darn. They all plod. No one’s got their guard up and nothing at all is happening.

Where am I? Sitting on a rooftop eating cheese.

A stack of bean bags lay beside me, ready as loyal ammunition is, to pelt on unsuspecting feeble beasts, who care not for their personal safety and protection.

That’ll teach ‘em.

That’ll teach ‘em to be safe in their peaceful lives!

I HATE PEACE!

A beanbag [member="Vulkanus"] gave me back when smacked a middle aged moron upside the head. I cackle as he fell over. What fun!

At least this time no kids will blow up.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Objective: 1
Post: 1
Company: [member="Ultimatum"] - [member="Rex Taff"] - [member="Srina Talon"]

Kurenai was not really the best when it came to science, not that she was dumb, but most of the knowledge the vampire had accumulated about nuclear reactors and physics was very seconds hand, some from personal experiences. Still, even if the new Dominus had no knowledge of this new project she still had to attend, as a representative of her division, such a project most likely falling under the Path Finders jurisdiction, mainly due to possible sabotage attempts that may present itself.

As for this rather odd world? well she was rather surprised by how peaceful everything was, she remembered the stories and had even fought in a few battles that once engulfed the entire world, but now, it was just so quite. 'Thing could certainly change very quickly though this would not be the first time a planet engulfed in war suddenly became peaceful', after all a war could only be sustain for as long as the people where willing and the resources plentiful. Sooner or later one side broke and a sort of enforced and necessary peace would be put in place, a respite before the next conflict, the never ending cycle of war then never went away.

Accompanying the small tour team was of course Lady [member="Srina Talon"], probably the second most powerful person in the confederacy, the unfortunate woman being subjected to the droning tone of their guide. Fortunately for her time was a laughable concept, a mere day seeming like a blink of time compared to the long annoying hours for mortals. Along for the ride was her old student [member="Rex Taff"], apparently on knight status now from what she heard, was there a ceremony for that? seemed odd for her to miss such and important event, or maybe it was a pre-promotion, after all the CIS had been rather busy lately.

Lastly was some type of droid called [member="Ultimatum"], very odd name mind you, but said robotic being probably had quite the array of knowledge stored in it's memory banks, useful for such a situation. After all the very humanoid shaped being though fierce looking did not seem to resemble that much combat capability, most likely he was an advisor of sorts, to inspect this reactor and see if what mister 'bore to death' said was true. Her own task? fallowing and sit there, looking imposing or pretty, what ever worked best for the CIS.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Location: Embassy
Objective: Tour the Reactor Factory
Wearing: This
Company: [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member=Ultimatum] [member="Kurenai Yumi"]
Post: One

Despite the chance to do some shopping, Katrine had opted for the tour. Shopping was something she could do tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that... well, you get the picture. Today though, she was wondering what the big deal about the reactor was. Apparently, it was all wow and amazing or something like that. So, yeah, Katrine got curious enough that she couldn't stay away.

Everyone seemed welcoming enough once she'd stepped off the Crimson Shadow which was probably their mistake because while the Witch knew little about Zolan, she knew some snippets of history, including the bit about there once being Zolanders and now there were Clawdites and how old old Confederacy was a total jerk to them or least something like that. It was enough for her questions to begin. Katrine was curious to find out why they'd rid themselves of the Zolanders, what old old Confederacy had actually done to them, what exactly it meant to be a Clawdite, could they change into Lupines, had there ever heard of Lupines... it went on for a while until they kind of just left her alone, leaving the Lupine with more questions she hadn't gotten answers to. Disappointing, really.

Once she'd settled into a new outfit, she'd made her way into the waiting area from where the tour would begin, following the instructions she had been given before she was dismissed by her ghosts, arriving to find three familiar faces, a droid while an unfamiliar face was circulating with beverages. Moving over towards them, she made her way towards the waitress doing her rounds to pick up a beautiful glass on the tray, reaching for it. "Thank you," the blonde had only responded before taking a sip, tasting it before she'd moved over to Srina and Rex. "Hey, guys," Katrine started with a greet before she took another sip, looking around again. "We gonna start soon?"

And just as she did, the quieting tune changed into another, a new song starting.

 

[Rhaegar Nemesis Dib]

Post:2
Location: High rise suite

Casually he watched as the Confederacy arrived in the plaza. Eyes slowly scanned the diverse group of individuals. He found it intriguing that the different personalities could work together toward a beneficial goal. Of course, all good things must come to an end. This was no less true for the CIS. Already it was easy to differentiate between the hierarchies and branches filtering through the government. Sometimes uniqueness could bring people together. But more likely then not it drove them apart.

All he needed was a fulcrum and a pivot point.

But that was a plan for another day. Today was about ruining another warm welcome, to cause friction with another of the so called "Independent Systems", to make the Confederacy bleed. It would either cause pain and a pulling back of the individual, or it would cause rage and a desire for vengeance and justice. Either would work with the plans he had in store for the government.

Below he saw the alabaster apprentice who had confronted his compatriot, Seren, at the parade. Scanning for the master that held her leash he was somewhat surprised he did not spy the ViceLord within the throng of people. Perhaps he was not revealed as of yet. Perhaps he had given his dainty albino a bit more freedom in her duties. Regardless it would not affect his plans.

The Minister of Science stood near her and for a moment he studied the man. Newly appointed to his position of authority, Nemesis briefly wondered at the man's character. More Intel would need be gathered on the individual. Continuing his cursory scan his eyes went to the blonde. The cursed Nightmother of Ryloth. She had an interesting sparse history. And while she had garnered power through a familial tie he had yet to ascertain to the ViceLord and the added gifts of the second rate spirits of the so called Mandragora, she was all to mortal. Perhaps a visit to Ryloth was in order. Weaken the spiritual order of the Confederacy and steps would be made to the destruction of all.

The vampire in their midst was certainly one he would look to subvert. Her hated for mandalorians may be a catalyst he could use to his advantage. The remaining few made him frown. His files were curiously empty of their identities. Someone's head would roll for his lack of up to date information.

Yet even though they knew they had enemies, the Confederacy were not aware of their identities or their capabilities. The cold, predatory smile returned to grace his visage. And they were woefully ignorant of another companion, [member="Skorvek"] . Sipping his whiskey he waited for the group to enter the facility.

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[member="Kalee Bladesworn"] I [member="Srina Talon"] I [member="Umai"] I [member="Rex Taff"] I [member="Ultimatum"] I [member="Ahani Najwa"] I [member="Kurenai Yumi"] I [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]

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[Damien Van-Derveld]

Location: Embassy
Wearing: This
Company: [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Post: One​

A hard sigh escaped Damien’s lips as he looked at his clothes. They were not his style at all. He pulled at the seam on the trousers as he mused to himself about how restricting the outfit seemed. It was actually a perfect dressy casual, and the right attire for the tour they were all about to take. Damien just refused to think this was standard dress. He couldn’t dress down though. His cousin Katrine loved her dresses, and if he was going to be seen around her, or even as an escort, he had to look comparable. He may not have been forced to dress this way, but Damien was trying to be more than the nightbrother he had been raised to be.

The music being played in the Embasy was unique. Damien had certainly never heard this particular style, and he had to admit the melodies were catchy. He smiled as the songs played and Katrine played the part of a socialite. For his own part, the Lupine was still the quiet escort at her side, unfamiliar with everyone she was talking to. Damien only knew Katrine and the rest of the Mandagora. His social circle was small, which was another reason for this trip. Damien had to expand who he knew if wanted to remain in his cousin’s social sphere.

A glass of wine was offered, and Damien sampled it. It wasn’t bad. He prentended he knew what the people around him were discussing and nodded when it seemed right. He wasn’t much for small talk.

After a few moments, the song changed. It was a little more upbeat.

 

[Adelram Thul]

Post 1
Incident 0002: Operations by CIS Government Section 731 deployed to suppress Zolander Insurgents
Objective: Elimination of Insurgency

In a more remote city in the Northern Reaches of Zolan, Darth Zurvan watched from the distance as the reptilian creatures scurried about, tending to their remote lives of sustenance. "This small city and its local government have officially declared that they will not support the planet's incorporation into the CIS." An agent from the elusive government section 731 said. "A small group of insurgents have armed themselves, a group of smugglers was able to slip in and provide some small arms for these insurgents."

Zurvan, standing on ridge overlooking the city, nodded at the agents report. "I'm not concerned of the locals and their actions. I only care for the results." He said bluntly. "I do expect we round up some survivors, and these individuals will be needed for vivisection." His tone was cold and emotionless. Unofficial Government Section 731 was about to before its first chemical assault, and this nameless town was the perfect place for a 'dry run'. Perfecting the technique before it could be used in larger engagements against the CIS's enemies. "Are the artillery pieces loaded with the canisters?"

"Yes my lord. We are ready to fire on your command." The agent replied.

"Fire!" Zurvan barked. The crack of the artillery firing could be heard in the distance, a few canister shells came raining down onto the city. Several explosions erupted in the denser parts of the center of town, followed by the spreading of large clouds of yellow-green gas. Not soon after he could see the locals begin to scurry about in a state of panic. Zurvan had a small division of men that had surrounded the town. "Fear is the main objective here." Zurvan said to the agent. "The chemical agent kills indiscriminately, organization breaks down, people panic. Why fight in a prolonged firefight that racks up causalities when a single attack shocks them into defeat." He said then turned to several CIS soldiers suited up with gas masks and protective armor. "Prepare to move in."

 

[Malok]

The Fortressa was fresh on the Sith Lord’s mind.

Over the course of its brief existence, the Confederacy had done more than swell its borders. It had solidified itself as a player on the Galactic stage. It had bared its teeth against the Imperial powers of the Stars. And, as of very recently, had achieved the pinnacle of Naval Innovation. At least, that was how the Lucrehulk-class Super Star Destroyer was lauded. While the ten thousand kilometer behemoth was indeed a monumental feat, it was by no means the end of their journey. And while it was right of the engineers and laborers to celebrate this great undertaking, Darth Metus looked ahead. As these things often went, challengers would be born to face the Fortressa. It would eventually be studied. It would eventually be countered.

And thus, they had to remain one step ahead of their adversaries.

The Confederacy had to continue to walk upon the cutting edge.

For this reason, the Vicelord did not entrust the task of touring a facility to [member="Srina Talon"] alone. While he did, as per the usual, send her ahead in his stead, he would make a personal appearance. This would fulfill the expectations of his office - for any new addition to the Confederacy warranted time with the Head of State. Yet, Darth Metus wanted to see this Reactor for himself. He wanted the opportunity to ascertain if this would be what continued to push their military might even higher. Thus, as the alabaster beauty settled in wait for the Tour to begin, the doors of the facility slid forth one more time. In entered her Master, flanked by only a trio of sable-skinned warriors.

And he, much like his Apprentice, had fallen victim to the whims of attendant droids. He wore a crisp suit of flawless white, adorned by blue in the form of a pocket square and tie. And those three who walked in step with him each wore similar ensembles. At a glance, the four were practically identical as far as attire went. But a closer inspection told a deeper story. If Srina felt what little emotion the Sith allowed to slip through the cracks today, she would notice one thing in particular. One sensation above all else. Pride. It was almost out of place - why would Darth Metus feel so proud by simply walking into a tour? She had been at his side countless times, at countless galas and functions, and would have never before felt such a degree emanating from the man.

But, if she looked up the three walking beside him, the truth was all there. The Vicelord was not accompanied by a mere escort of warriors. No, he was walking in step with his children. His twins [member="Hadashah Verd"] and [member="Izak Verd"]. His eldest daughter, [member="Anastasia Verd"]. And though his office demanded formalities, the Pride of Father was difficult to hide.

In but a few moments, the Sith’s advance slowed as he neared exactly where he belonged. He reached out, gingerly brushing two fingertips along the side of Srina’s arm to alert her of his presence. ”I’m not too late, am I?” he inquired, before offering a small smile to his Apprentice. He then directed his attention to [member="Rex Taff"] and offered the man a respectful nod. ”Greetings Minster, I trust you are well today?” came his practiced, professional tone. He then motioned to his children. ”Allow me to introduce my children - Izak, Hadashah, and Anastasia. They will be joining us today for the tour.”

Of course, when the Sith saw [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], his decorum waned; for she was family just the same. He reached out with his index finger, gingerly tapped her on the nose, and mouthed the word “boop.”

And this time, when the droid came about offering alcohol, the Sith declined. Hard. Secundus Ando had left a bad taste in his mouth.

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[member="Srina Talon"] - [member="Rex Taff"] - [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] - @Ultimatium - [member="Damien Van-Derveld"] - [member="Izak Verd"] - [member="Hadashah Verd"] - [member="Anastasia Verd"]

 

[Valgærd]

Even without my magic, I would have been able to feel the disdain radiating from Kalee as we stood amidst the streets. A part of my felt a twinge of disappointment sank into my gut, becoming a stone in my gut. It was a familiar feeling, most notably from the first time my uncle had caught me with mother’s tome after he’d told me not to look through it. In his eyes, and now in Kalee’s, I’d failed in some way.

But I didn’t let it get to me. Those who wallowed in self-pity would ultimately die in it. Subtly taking a sharp breath, I pushed aside the feeling. The woman beside me removed her palm from her face and rolled her eyes, but still reached into her pocket and pulled out something. She spoke, telling me I had a limit and that I had to stop when she said to stop.

However, I held my hand up, indicating for her to keep it. She wasn’t my mother, and I wasn’t the spoilt princess she apparently thought I was.

“Thanks, Kalee,” I replied, cringing at the frustration that fringed my words, “but I don’t want to be a burden on you.”

I don’t want you to look down at me. Was what I meant, but I was trying to be diplomatic. Honestly, I didn’t have much, and I wouldn’t be able to afford what I needed without her. But suddenly I felt as if I didn’t want it as much now.

I turned towards the streets, my cheeks burning a little. Kalee made me feel like a child… worse than that, a spoilt child. Sure, I can be hot-tempered sometimes, and while I don’t have much right now, I know what I like… that doesn’t mean I’m a brat… does it?

I walked slowly but didn’t stop to wait for her. Ever since I’d met the goddess I’d wanted to impress her, and I wasn’t doing a great job so far.


[member="Kalee Bladesworn"]

 

[Valgærd]

I hate white.

Had it been anyone else in the entire galaxy, even another Darth, whom had suggested I wear white today, I would have told them exactly where they could stuff it. There were all of two men who existed in all of reality who could get away with such a request, and today, one was beside me and the other in front of me. I glanced at my twin brother Izak. We didn’t look all that similar, in fact you could be forgiven for not even realising we were siblings, let alone twins. But I would die for him if I had to. Perhaps more importantly, I would kill anyone who dared to offend him.

Ahead of us was the other man I would die or wear white for: my father. He was strict, and looking in from the outside, people might even have assumed cruel at times. But I was sure there was no one in the galaxy who ever could love me and my siblings as much as him.

On my other side was my elder sister, Anastasia. I wasn’t as close to her as I was to Izak, simply because he was my twin, we’d started life together and would likely end it together. But she was my sister, and I looked up to her… even if I didn’t like her to know that I did.

We all stopped as father addressed his apprentice. I held my hands behind my back and kept my chin tucked in, chewing on my bottom lip. It might have looked respectful from the outside, but honestly, I was just stopping myself from fidgeting. I glanced up as my name was mentioned, nodding quietly to the Minister as I was introduced. Like a proper lady, I delicately held out my hand, tilted to the side so that if he wished to shake it, he could, or if he was more formal, he could kiss it. I didn’t mind either way,

“A pleasure to meet you, Sir.” Came my rehearsed reply.

I flicked a glance at Izak, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. I wanted to please father, but I hate being paraded around like a trophy.

Kill me now. I reached out through the force, speaking directly into my brother’s mind, why does father even want us here?


[member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Izak Verd"] | [member="Anastasia Verd"]

 

[Raiz]

An actionless outing? Doubtful.

It had seemed to the young man that everytime that he took footsteps out of the frontdoor, that it was innevitable that the sounds of people shouting for their lives, or making loud-mouthed threats, would soon be heard. However today was different, instead of his usual clothing; heavy armour, flowing white cloak, and a replica mask of the jedi temple knights of old, Izak found himself wearing a rather elegant white suit which had linings of the pelt of a snow-leopard. The one half of the Verd twins stood silently behind his father and to the side of his dear sister, a woman whom he has spent countless hours competing in training sessions, completing various missions, and being by the others side in all things life throws their way.

"Greetings." he says in a heavy tone as he is introduced, the man neither offers a hand nor a bow, though by now it was clear that such interactions weren't so common for him.

Calm down, we only just arrived. Izak's calm brown gaze looked over to his sister, before offering a gentle smile.

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[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Hadashah Verd"]​

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Lambada Sector - Zolan - [Myst] Embassy
Objective: Tour the Reactor Facility
Wearing: This
In the Company Of: [member="Hadashah Verd"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Damien Van-Derveld"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Rex Taff"] |

The pale specter of a woman let silver eyes flow over the individuals present with a vague sense of disinterest. It wasn’t for anything anyone had done, nothing so specific, but this simply wasn’t her forte. She was getting better at playing the part of a soft, smiling, simple debutante but there was only so many moments of militarized fiction she could stand before it needed to end. Glancing down at the champagne in her hand she discretely let it pour into the fountain behind her, watching the liquid swirl, and wane before diluting.

Srina did not trust easily. That and she refused to allow something as inane as liquor to dull her senses. Everyone seemed to forget that Zolan was not yet a member world. As far as she was concerned, they were standing in a potential enemy territory, until the deal was done. This was just a meet and greet. A show of the best faces that the Clawdites could put on while hoping that the CIS didn’t figure out their secrets. Large or small, everyone had secrets, and in a world so previously dystopian there were bound to be pockets of something unsavory.

The slender Apprentice looked up when she was approached by a voice she did not recognize, but, the face was not unfamiliar. [member="Rex Taff"]. He had recently been appointed to the position of the Viceroy of Science within Confederate Space and the young woman made it her business to know whom her Master entrusted with power. Despite her attachments to Eshan, the Confederacy had become her home, and she would protect it to the full extent of her ability. “Minister Taff.”, Srina greeted softly, the dawn-lit tenor of her voice lessening the severity of her face. “No. We have not met. It’s a pleasure.”

“I feel as if I am at a disadvantage, though, I am curious as to what you may have heard.”

Hopefully, not the awful title of Dread Queen that she seemed incapable of shaking off.

She inclined her head slightly in greeting, snow-kissed waves of hair falling over her shoulder as she gave a ghostly smile at the rest of his assessment. No, he was correct, this was not her chosen place. Srina belonged in tense moments, steeped in war, and leveling blades at an enemy. Yet, within the confines of her place at her Master’s side, she did what needed to be done, despite her own personal sentiments. “Diplomacy has become a necessary evil I’m afraid. As it stands, a few of our worlds could benefit from this, so it is best to see it in action. The Vicelord will arrive momentarily and has willed it that I pave the way with the Zolan dignitaries. They seem to find my small stature soothing.”

Speak of the devil, and the Vicelord appeared, walking with two she had never met. She recognized [member="Anastasia Verd"] immediately. The small woman let her eyes tarry on the forms of the twins for a moment, without a shred of curiosity, only cruel, cold assessment. They were analytical in a way they hadn’t a right to be and it didn’t take her long to figure out the physical similarities or the apparent discomfort. The color coordination was eerily similar to her own. `How….How are there more of them?’

If there was one thing [member="Darth Metus"] had in equal amounts it was droids and offspring. She could feel his pride echo in her being and she sighed distantly when his fingers brushed against her arm. “No, not too late, we are still waiting on the Minister of Myst.”

Srina remained silent as her Master doted on [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] for a moment and spared the flaxen-haired beauty a light smile. The lupine was always an enjoyment, even if, Srina didn’t really show it. There was a boy that seemed to linger around her. Another family member, and a wolf it seemed, and the Echani looked over him briefly. He was a quiet one. Observing. Her was either smart or socially awkward. Time would tell.

The Echani let her eyes drift over the crowd as the rounds of introductions began. She was listening, focused, but she was ever vigilant. She spotted one Kurenai Yumi, who seemed to be doing the same thing she was, before she noted something new. There was another unknown. Clearly not a Clawdite or a Zolander. She designated [member="Ultimatum"] as CIS, because she didn’t have anything else to go on, and because he was a droid. There was a peculiar intelligence to him. She recognized it in a few automatons that she had met in the past. HK-36. Even the BX droid with the cowboy hat. All of them were more than they seemed…What, or who, was this one?

Nevertheless, Srina wished to get on with the meet and greet. Where in the name of the goddess was this Jonpas Audotora?

 

[Garza]

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Post: #3​

Allies: [member="Umai"],​

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Umai didn't seem to like how I handed her credits. I looked at her with a furrowed brow as she told me that she didn't want to be a burden. Then started to walk away. I huffed as she clearly made up her mind that she didn't want to be babied. Catching up to her. I grabbed her shoulder, spun around her so that I stood into her path, and had the credits inches from her chest. Looking directly into her eyes, I shook my head.

"You are not the only one who can sense emotions Umai. If you feel like I am trying to baby you, or to spoil you, then speak up. In my religion, I am a Goddess. A being that was born into this world with an immortal mind, but in a body made of flesh. Yet I am not treated as a person of my stature outside of my dying religion. My Pantheon is crumbling. Yet I do not force this upon you, and treat you with respect because you are a person who can make your own choices."

Letting my arms drop to my side, I just shook my head at her.

"My desires are completely different than yours. If your desire is to have a nice jacket, then get it. Earn it and fight for it. But don't complain when you are given the chance to take it and walk away because you feel you are being babied. If someone were to hand me my throne as Kalee, Goddess of the Sword, and War. Saying I didn't have to go all over the galaxy to find the other two Gods or Goddess that belong by my side, then I would happily take it. However, that is not something that can be given to me. I have to earn it some other way. Credits will not do it for me. A jacket? That is very easy to get, and very easy to replace."

Taking my hand, I grabbed her rather gently. Just holding her hand open, and placed the credits in her hand. Closing her hand over it I looked at her deeply. Letting her know that it was okay.

"Money is of no consequence to me. Money means nothing to me. If you have the desire to fight, and the desire to better yourself, or to protect others, yet you do not have the means to do so, then search for the means. Search for the tools you need. If that means having to have someone help you get there, then do it. Don't ever, let your pride prevent you from reaching your goal."

Letting my hand drop. I calmed my nerves for a second. I really exposed myself just now. I don't open tell others that I am a God of a Religion. Despite this fact, I told her my own desire, and how I wanted to earn it. She needed to find her own desire, and her own path. More so, work towards it.

"I say this not as a parent, or as a teacher, or as an outsider looking down upon you. I say this as a friend who sees potential in someone, and is willing to help."