Bells and Blasters | CIS Dominion of Hex X-41

[Srina Talon]

In Honor of [member="Zesiro"] and [member="Edric Vanyan"]!​

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Too often those who lived and thrived under the banner of the CIS found themselves absorbed with the madness and mayhem that came with caretaking an expanding nation. They were ever careful, always on the move, and never really seemed to take a breather for more than a few moments at a time. Most recently the Celebration of Ascension had taught them all a valuable lesson. It was important to rest, recharge, and take notice of the little things. There was more to life than the stampeding hordes of droid-soldiers that were deployed from the bowels of their foundries. There was more to it than their tech, armor, weapons, politics--And more specifically more to it than their need to sit on the edge of war. ​

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With the recent fall of the Galactic Alliance, they could all use a stark reminder. This particular memorandum came in the form of an expression of love. Some griped that it was a wretched institution, that it was overly complicated, requiring the mastery of courtship games, and an overly strong sense of undo commitment. Others found it simply something to be expected. A social norm. Others still found it beautiful. A divine union, comprised of a perfect, and unbreakable bond. It was strange that something so wonderful could exist, among all the darkness, among all the death.​

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Wonderful, strange, and rare. Who actually got married these days? Who got married and couldn’t say that they’d already been happily married and divorced three times? Marriage was certainly a hazardous affair. But one look at a happy, blissful, perhaps even nervous new bride and groom? It was all worth it. Every flower, every hors-d'oeuvre, every gift, and every credit spent...It was worth it. ​

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Despite any misgivings from those who would clearly die alone, heartless and sad, the gilded Fortressa would be the site of this event. A surprisingly large turnout would be welcomed onto the first flagship of the Confederacy. For this day, and this day alone, the durasteel walls had been decorated with silver and blue swaths of shimmersilk that were pinned by gorgeous arrangements of flowers. One of the largest meeting halls had been converted into a venue suited for the ceremony itself, while the expansive cafeteria, was barely recognizable.​

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It had become something of a wonderland. There was a large table for guests to leave their gifts, an even larger spread full of tasty treats, and more than that, a full bar stocked with the finest alcohol the Confederacy had to offer. There were round tables covered in embroidered white tablecloths with lovely centerpieces and candles that floated in midair. The middle of the room had become a rather large dance floor.​

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Guests could stay the night on the Fortressa if they so wished, however, it couldn’t all be confetti and cake. The Fortressa was, after all, a flagship. They were on the edge of Confederate space and there was a certain amount of danger in lingering so close to what appeared to be a no-mans land. The Vicelord of the Confederacy, concerned for the well-being of his people, despite their scouts assuring that the area was relatively safe had taken the newly christened Dread Queen out for a test drive.​

While the party-goers, friends, family, viceroyals and diplomats alike all enjoyed the festivities a smaller group would ensure that the CIS fully claimed the rest of the air-space between themselves and the Empire. The joyful broadcasts over open comms would provide the perfect cover for the stealthy move, at least, until they got close enough for sensors to pick them up. A distraction, a wedding, and a new super star destroyer. What can go wrong?​

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[EVERYONE WILL BEGIN STARTING JUST BEFORE THE CEREMONY STARTS]​

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[Srina Talon]

Till Death Do Us Part: As the divider suggests, this, would be the objective to join to participate in the wedding festivities. Here you will find a ceremony, dancing, drinking and an all around good time. Be sure to pass along your best wishes to the Bride and Groom and DO try and leave your weapons at the door. Family members and friends of the lovely couple from all walks of life will be in attendance. There will be royalty, vice-royalty, force users, non-force users, smugglers, pirates, etc. These two have made many friends in many places, so, all will be treated with the respect of an honored guest. This should be a day of beauty, fun, and celebration. Enjoy yourselves!

God Save the Keg: Somehow, several kegs of expensive and rare Merenzane Gold wine have inexplicably gone missing. The staff and protocol droids in charge of refreshments are absolutely frantic. It had been smuggled completely and totally legally purchased through a variety of channels, specifically, to give the bride a taste of something familiar. There does not seem to be anything else out of place, or anything to worry about, but the staff may enlist the aid of some of the guests to help find it. Without it, there won't be anything remarkable to serve with the nearly four feet of cake during the reception. Clearly, this is the end of the world, and must be rectified immediately!

Secure Our Borders: The Confederacy can't take any chances with the Empire. More accurately, they won't. Tatooine had ultimately ended in a standoff where neither side could advance, and neither side, was willing to retreat. Whether it was a matter of pride or continuing a crusade to follow through with what they believed was right it was a necessary evil. To that end, the Vicelord, and some of the Knights Obsidian had pressed ahead of the Fortressa in the newly made Dread Queen. They would use the ship as well as the Storm Fleet to secure the border between the Empire and Confederate space and take the last remaining strip of no-mans land.

Bring Your Own Objective: Honestly, please blow our minds. This is the objective where you can do you and have a great time doing it. If your character hit the sauce too soon, wants to sing in the bathtub, and contemplate the meaning of life? Sounds good. If you want to check out the Fotressa and explore? Go ahead. Just uh...Don't put on any haunted bracelets and turn the ship into a musical. That was last month XD.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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[-SOUNDTRACK: TRUST EACH OTHER-]​

Post #1​

Attn: [member="Amethyst Atreides"]​

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• Sword Armada
  Arriving at designated waypoint

The Galactic Empire. A bloated, decrepit nation built in the image of a corpse which refuses to die. The Confederacy of Independent Systems and its much hated neighbor had a long history of bloodshed and dispute, fueling the animosity between the two nations. Already, war had broken out at Tatooine, a brutal, bloody conflict that slowly ground to a halt and eventually ended in a stalemate. And the Confederacy was not the only nation which the Empire had earned the ire of, its list of enemies was long and growing every day.

Standing on the bridge of his massive flagship, the Star Dreadnought Midnight Exigent, Darth Tacitus, the Overlord of the Shrouded Republic and Lord of Admirals of the Confederacy, surveyed the reports coming in from the rest of his ships as they reverted back to normal space after their journey. Space buckled and heaved, spewing forward a great number of warships as the entirety of Sword Armada made haste to join the full assembled might of the Confederacy.

He had almost two hundred ships under his command, from lumbering Battlecruisers, to massive Star Destroyers, a multitude of Cruisers and Frigates flitting about them, while swarms of innumerable starfighters and hardy corvettes, surrounded them in a protective layer, like angry bees around a hive. One day, the Lord of Admirals hoped to lead this massive fleet, one of the most powerful naval forces in the galaxy, into the heart of the Galactic Empire itself, carving a bloody swath through its territory and leaving nothing but the lifeless husks of blasted planets in its wake, finishing what had begun so many years ago, when the imperials attempted to unleash a genocide against him and his people. One day, the Shrouded Republic would return the favor.

But that was neither here, or now. Today was a day for looking after the security of the untold billions of denizens which called the Confederacy their home. Arriving in this no man's land that lay between it and the Empire, Tacitus' Sword Armada would secure this region of space and claim it under the Confederacy's own banner, fortifying it against potential attack.

"Capital Strike Group Geonosis, reporting in. All ships accounted for," announced one of the massive flagship's many super tactical droids, its metallic voice clear and precise as it began the final head count of the massive armada. "Seventh Carrier Attack Group reporting. All ships accounted for," the droid continued, letting its commander know that the armada's second battlegroup had arrived. "Sixteenth Fleet Section reporting in. All ships accounted for. All battlegroups accounted for and reporting full operational status."

"Very well," Tacitus responded, his voice calm and collected, the Lord of Admirals' mind focused on the task at hand. "Then let us begin."

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[Rylan Kordel]

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Post: #1​

Location: Fortressa, Banquet Hall​

Attention: @Firenne Van-Dervald​

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Rylan hadn't spent much time among his fellow knights, or anyone really in the aftermath of what happened at Coruscant, he rather push all the thoughts behind him, and try to focus on the healing, maybe that was why he opted to do to this wedding, despite not being cleared from the medical ward yet. But not being one to follow orders, at least when his own health was concerned, the slightly beaten and battered knight left that wing to find something nice to wear, in time he settled on a dress uniform he had found, and hoped who ever owned didn't mind.

His next order of business was to locate some of his friends, with luck he had managed to contact @Firenne Van-Dervald, asking her if she'd accompany him to the wedding, luckily she agreed, so he didn't have to go alone and look so out of place, and a small part of him would admit that he looked forward to this ceremony. Sure, Rylan didn't know the couple, but that wouldn't stop him from congratulating the newly weds and wish them all the best, a gift however may be harder to come by, and he could only hope Fi had some kind of idea of something nice for the pair...

 

[Chikako Liona]

Location: Fortressa, Banquet Hall
Interacting With: No one yet
Post: 1

A marriage was a rather odd occurrence these days in the middle of a war, more so between two people who seemed to originally be on the opposite sides of a war if her study had been correct. Most of all on a large battleship to, but who was to complain, a nice day to spend some time and getting away and have fun was always welcome, who know, maybe she would be able to ask Lord Metus about becoming a viceroy. Well first of all she needed to find him, and in this crowd such may be hard, even more so with the current event, weddings where not really a time to talk about political promotion.

Walking through the ball room the now, physically 'matured' Ehacni scoped out the current guests, would anyone recognize her? maybe Echani's where quiet easy to spot, the only problem would be if they could recognize who she was, being their kind all looked the same despite they way they acted, talked and dressed. So far no one seemed to have approached her, and she too unable to really find a familiar face, much had certainly changed in the few months she had been away, "Tis to be expected, after all we are one of the largest goring governments around, I would not be surprised if half the people at this wedding are new".

Perhaps she would be able to make some new friends and get a leg up in becoming a Vicroy, but only time would tell, for the now the young Echani would continue to walk around the ball room, polity greeting everyone she cam across.

 

[Muad Dib]

He stood, watching quietly. The black tux not something he would wear normally. But this was not a normal occasion. The nuptials of [member="Zesiro"], his Zes'ika, was not something he would miss. Though she had only been in his House a short while, she was part of his aliit, she and [member="Anya Malvern"] . This was to be a joyous occasion and he was here to stand behind her. Zes'ika was a grown woman free to make her own choices. She didn't need anyone's permission, yet he was here to show her that she had his support in her decisions of her life. Whether she needed him or not, he was here.

A server passed with a tray of champagne, most likely for later, her he plucked one as the man went by. Raising the flute to his lips he drained the glass with a quick tilt before placing it upon another tray of a second passing server. Hands went to the tie, straightening it for the hundredth time.

Glowing eyes scanned the room with the growing crowd as he waited out of the limelight, so to speak. He wasn't here for shenanigans nor to get drunk and set the Fortressa on fire, at least not this trip. Chuckling under his breath he scanned the crowd looking for the face who had come with him. Every day was an opportunity to learn more, and this was no different.

[member="Tom Taff"]

 

[hbomb656]

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Location: Nar Shaddaa to Mid Rim/Outer Rim [Tatooine]

Objective: Getting the good stuff.

Posts: First

Jorge was leaving Nar Shaddaa earlier than he expected.

He knew that he had a wedding to attend and he was already cutting it close to being late to the ceremony, but that wasn't the reason he was leaving Little Coruscant so early.

A band of smugglers recently stole the Fortressa's collection of Merenzane Gold and he owed Baq Naan [an old friend] a favor. That friend was working in the cargo bay when the smugglers snuck off with the liquor. The CIS staff had gone to great lengths to acquire the liquor and they would sure be upset when they found it was gone.

For the favor, Jorge was supposed to go retrieve the alcohol before Baq was reprimanded by higher up staff for being apart of the bay crew that lost the shipment to a small band of scoundrels. Jorge would have cared less about the favor but he couldn't stand the fact that some random lousy smugglers got ahold of the Gold before he could taste it. It was everyday for Jorge that a smuggler like him got a chance to try Merenzane Gold, so he wasn't going to let the chance pass him by.

So Jorge found himself tracking down an old HWK-290. He was sure when he found the rust bucket, that it wouldn't stand a chance against his ship but he welcomed any other miscreants that wanted to join him in retrieving the stolen goods.

[It's likely Baq Naan was desperate enough to ask other people for help as well.]

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Banquet Hall
Interacting with:No one at the moment
Post 1

Kurayami had been wandering the Fortressa for sometime taking in the sights and sounds of the massive warship. While he had been doing so he got a message on his datapad about some sort of wedding celebration. Why they would have invited him he wasn't entirely sure, but the promise of free booze was too much for the Corellian to pass up, as such he made sure that the flight suit was clean before heading towards the banquet hall. As soon as he entered the room it was clear that he was one of the few, if not the only one who was very underdressed for such an event. He carried no visible weapons as he was onboard a 10 kilometer long warship.

As he made his way slowly around the banquet hall, attempting to find someone he was familiar with to talk to, he heard rumors that there was some sort of rather expensive booze that was supposed to be available, Merenzane Gold. Top shelf alcohol he hadnt tried before? Well that would have to be rectified, of course that would mean that he had to find out where it was being served exactly. Probably not somewhere that would be too obvious if it was as expensive as the people talking about it made it sound. Only one way to find out.

 

[Firenne Van-Derveld]

Location: Fortressa, Banquet Hall​

Attention: [member="Rylan Kordel"]​

Post: 1​

With a faint sigh, she considered her reflection in the mirror one final time. Uncertainty was writ across her features as Fi considered the whirlwind of the last few weeks and months. From finding her way to the ancestral Van-Derveld estate, finding family, and beginning to find her place within the Confederacy, she felt as if she’d not stopped to think too hard about anything in that span of time.

Considering the degree to which she would pick apart every action and analyze everything, it was probably for the best. Blowing a loose curl away from her cheek, she stopped and allowed her fingers to smooth out the soft, flowing fabric of her bright red dress. It was a bit too short and slightly more sheer than she would have liked, but it fit perfectly and would be comfortable for the evening’s festivities…even if she wouldn’t be internally.

She was unaccustomed to such social occasions, in spite of the insistence of her mother and those few friends she once claimed as her own. But when Rylan had contacted her with the request that she accompany him to the wedding, she’d said yes before she’d quite realized it. Neither of them knew the couple, and Firenne knew even less of the other quests who would be in attendance, but if nothing else, it would be a lovely evening out and she could give her best wishes to the happy couple.

It didn’t take her long to make her way to the banquet hall, gently placing an impeccably wrapped gift on the table. Silver paper adorned in a shimmering lavender bow nestled perfectly amongst the other gifts that had already been placed. Glancing up, she caught sight of Rylan across the beautifully decorated space and made her way towards him.

“Hi…” she said quietly, a warm smile slipping onto her features as she took in the sight of him in a formal uniform. She absently reached up to smooth out the epaulette on his left shoulder. “…you look wonderful, by the way. How are you feeling after Coruscant?”

 

[Cezar Alexandrescu]

Location: Fortressa, Random Hallway for the moment
Attention: N/A
Post: 1

It was a simple thing. Cezar was decked out in her Knight’s armor. All she was going to since weddings were not her thing was play security at the event. Dealing with bonding ceremonies on Dathomir, it left a bad taste with her. Witches were awful beings that existed in the galaxy and for that, all her views were ruined.

Slowly walking through the hall, the knight watched behind her mask. It was nice to have the mask on so the faces she made were hidden. There had to be some fun for her since this was all a bore and waste of time.

 

[Malok]

Aboard the Dread Queen​

Before the fires of Monroe's Cataclysm extinguished his life, Darth Metus knew matrimony. Once did he place a ring upon the finger of another. Once did he utter rehearsed promises and enter into a contract that would terminate upon their demise. All he did was because his mind had been defeated by his heart. The passion of being young and being in love for the first time had driven a much more ignorant Sith to get on one knee. And for a time, the life he had built with his first mate was peaceful. It was in this world that [member="Anastasia Vi'dreya"] came to be. It was in this world that Darth Metus first knew the pain of betrayal.

Allies sharpened their knives and plunged them into his back. They set fire to his home - set fire to everything he held dear. And in the wake of this destruction, Darth Metus had only request for his spouse. Protect their children. Make sure they made it out of the betrayal alive. And though they split to double their chances of survival, he held out hope that she would make good on just one more vow. But her own...ambitions...encouraged her to take another path. A lust for wealth and a thirst for power saw the Sith's partner abandon their children. She left their youngest to the wolves. She left their oldest wandering the stars.

And when he heard of this, they came to an end.

It was hard not to think about the past when wedding bells were ringing only a stone's throw away. The man of the present had developed a miserable taste in his mouth due to his own experience. The failure of his own marriage - the abandonment more than anything - jaded his perception of the practice quite considerably. It was a waste of time: an archaic ritual meant to encourage monogamous breeding and little else. But they were, in the midst of No Man's Land eager to swap vows and cake. Sickening. At many points during the planning of the event, Darth Metus wanted to put his foot down.

But [member="Srina Talon"].

She was the breeze to his arid day. The merciful rain to the inferno of his impatience. All it took was a touch - her hand upon his forearm - and the wrath evaporated. The chime of her voice was reason. She insisted that this was but a continuation of what their people needed: simple, joyful things to grasp between boughts of militant carnage. Darth Metus relented, as he so often did to the Echani, and set his mind on more pressing affairs. Like crushing an old Enemy.

The Galactic Empire had become a consistent thorn in their side. With every passing day, clashes at the border became more and more commonplace. Flashpoints, such as the brutalized Tatooine, constantly wavered between Imperial and Confederate influence. In but a single day, footholds were gained and lost and gained again. But this day, the Vicelord saw fit to cement a foothold. This day, the Confederacy would beat back their enemy and cement their dominance over the No Man's Land. How?

The Dread Queen erupted into realspace. As the beating heart of Dread Fleet, the Super Star Destroyer sliced a path through the black with many others in her wake. The formation surrounded her as the reversions multiplied - Destroyers, Carriers, and every classification in between formed a protective swath about the Vicelord's personal flagship. And, from upon his command throne, Darth Metus surveyed the battleground. The Sword Armada of [member="Darth Tacitus"] had beat them to the punch, but the opening shots had not been fired yet.

"Hail the Exigent."

The thunderous baritone erupted about the Bridge. Straightaway, a projection of the Vicelord would leap into being aboard the Lord of Admirals' vessel. In the background, the ashen warrior would be able to hear the very same confirmations that occurred upon his own bridge. "Lord Admiral, I will defer to your judgment during this sortie. Lead us well."

 

[Zesiro]

Post​: 1

After putting​ on and taking off several gowns, Zesiro finally found the one she thought would be perfect for this day. It wasn't just any day, today she was going to get married to her love. This had been something that when they realized how they felt it was natural for this to happen. Their courtship had been going on for so long, neither of them had actually known that is what it was. Through good times and bad, they had been a rock and anchor already for each other.

The gown she decided on was rather simple, but it was gorgeous. A combination of blue with a little purple in the mix, a silk sash across her torso and short mock sleeves that just barely covered her shoulders. Her skirt was long and went to the floor. The other material was layered and rather sheer, but it was not revealing. Nothing like something she would have worn when they met originally.

Taking some breaths, she reached the realization she was nervous. Not for the marriage itself, but for the day. Knowing it was going to happen was one thing, but to have it now...Zesiro was nervous. She had never thought a day like this would come, but here it was. Not facing it alone though, she had Muad Dib and her sister for her.

"Okay, whew, let's get this show on the road."

Walking out of the room she was in, she went to find her adoptive father and sister.

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Anya Malvern"]

 

[Minerva Vessia]

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Location: Fortressa, leaving her quarters and heading down the hallway​

Attention: N/A​

Post: 1​

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With one final look Minerva looked at herself in the full length mirror. In a quiet moment of delight she looked at her dress and hair, one final time. She just loved to dress up. Today was another excuse. There was no way she was missing this opportunity.

The dress was fabulous in her mind. She just loved the small precious gems decorating around the hip area. Then how it flowed around her like a princess, she could just squee!

Her hair that was all don up? Well it would have been to exhausting had she done it herself. That is why she cheated and used minor spell cantrips. She used cantrip for her perfume to. She called that perfume spell a breath of spring air. It just reminded her of the flowers blooming in the Dtahomir spring time. It may have been a little cliché, but Minerva loved that particular season. She loved Dathomir and was proud of her heritage.

With gift in hand, Minerva left her room beaming with joy!​

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[Ravenfire]

Tom Taff had arrived on the fortressa with [member="Muad Dib"]. He had come along wearing a tux with a cloak. Muad had invited him along to watch a wedding and also to get to know him. Especially with [member="Rex Taff"] missing Tom had been trying to retrace his dad's steps. One of his notes had mentioned the CIS and one particular meeting with Muad Dib. So Tom had seeked him out. Amazingly they had gotten along really well.

Tom was now standing dejectedly near a wall. He didn't know anyone here and Maud had to attend to his adopted daughter. But this had given Tom a chance to observe a fair few of the CIS people that Rex had gather intel on while among them. He saw another Echani. He didn't know this one. Nor did he want to. He barely ever spoke to his own race for good reasons. Among those getting throw out on the street was certainly one.

God he wished Mykes was here. But he didn't want to potentially put mykes in danger again especially after the whole comet thing. He looked over and saw Muad searching for him. So he slipped his way through the attendants and guests to Muad's side. "So how is the blushing bride?" He would ask standing next to Maud. Years living with animals had taught him how to move quickly and carefully. This was no different, since he didn't know anyone.

 

[Eugen Aker]

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Location: Quill-class Shuttle "Black Eule", on approach to the Fortressa

With: [member="Allyson Locke"]

"Interesting location to host a wedding," she noted aloud, peering out at the Fortressa from the front viewport of her shuttle. "Though I suppose with all the wars going on there's no better place."

From a technical standpoint, the Fortressa was an engineering marvel, representing the industrial might of the Confederacy, and the general progress of the galaxy. Maybe she wouldn't live to see a new golden age spring up in her lifetime, but conditions were certainly improving.

"Control has cleared our credentials," she reported to Allyson, looking back down at displays. "Looks like I'm not needed anymore, so I'm going to start freshening up."

The Echani still adorned in her usual white robes for transit, but her dress for the wedding hung safely on a covered rack in the back. While the Eule had been originally designed as troop transport, the interior was as cozy as any diplomatic barge after a few personal modifications.

She pulled the dress off the rack, then disappeared into the spacious washroom to begin her transformation into something more presentable.

[member="Tom Taff"] [member="Minerva Vessia"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="Firenne Van-Derveld"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Chikako Liona"] [member="Rylan Kordel"] [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: “Black Eule” - > Fortressa
With: [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

Allyson had taken advantage of not having to pilot this time around. She already had been dressed and ready for them to arrive to the Fortressa. Though as she stood and listened to the Jedi she wore her Silvery Spacy jacket. A part of her was excited to see other marvels of technology from other factions, especially the Confederacy. It felt like they were always discussing with the faction - never really interacting with them. The Corellian hoped that this wasn’t the last time she’d rub elbows with the CIS.

Jyoti spoke and Allyson looked away from the view port and nodded. The Jedi had remained in her professional attire for the entire trip and Allyson was ready to see what she had brought along with her to wear. While Jyoti changed and freshened up, Allyson removed the jacket from her shoulder and let it sit on the command chair. It would give her some time to decide if it made it to her work place with the Silver Jedi.

Time passed and Allyson was found waiting without her jacket and in the slender sequence dress she wore. Shoulders and back showing, the Corellian lazily wrapped her arms around her own waist. Allyson called to the Echani Jedi with a smile, “I know you felt unneeded when we arrived, but you’re desperately needed now, Jyoti.”

Allyson could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the time grew closer and closer. The Corellian waited quietly knowing that everything will be well worth waiting.

[member="Tom Taff"] [member="Minerva Vessia"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="Firenne Van-Derveld"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Chikako Liona"] [member="Rylan Kordel"] [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Post #2​

Attn: [member="Amethyst Atreides"] | [member="Darth Metus"]​

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Spoiler: Fleet Roster

• Flagship of the Armada: CNS Midnight Exigent (Dreadnought)

CAPITAL STRIKE GROUP GEONOSIS (94 Ships):

• Flagship: CNS Invictus (Invictus-class Battlecruiser)

- Star Destroyers/Battleships (32 Ships):

• 14x Adjudicator-class Star Destroyers
• 10x Recusant II-class Star Destroyers
• 8x Valiant II-class Star Destroyers

- Carriers (16 Ships):

• 1x Lucrehulk II-class Battleship
• 1x Pharaoh-class Battlecarrier
• 8x Providence II-class Assault Carriers
• 6x Overseer-class Interdictor Carriers

- Cruisers (12 Ships):

• 5x Munificent-class Heavy Cruisers
• 7x Augrim-class Heavy Cruisers

- Frigates (18 Ships):

• 8x Argonaut-class Carrier Frigates
• 10x Ardan II-class Flak Frigates

- Corvettes (15 Ships):

• 15x Reaper-class Corvettes

7th CARRIER ATTACK GROUP (34 Ships):

- Star Destroyers/Battleships (4 Ships):

• 4x Valiant II-class Star Destroyers

​- Carriers (9 Ships):

• 8x Providence II-class Assault Carriers
• 1x Overseer-class Interdictor Carriers

​- Frigates (13 Ships):

• 5x Argonaut-class Carrier Frigates
• 8x Ardan II-class Flak Frigates

- Corvettes (8 Ships):

• 8x Reaper-class Corvettes

16th FLEET SECTION (23 Ships):

- Star Destroyers/Battleships (3 Ships):

• 1x Recusant II-class Star Destroyers
• 2x Valiant II-class Star Destroyers

- Carriers (2 Ships):

• 2x Providence II-class Assault Carriers

- Cruisers (7 Ships):

• 4x Spearhead-class Artillery Cruisers
• 1x Munificent-class Heavy Cruisers
• 2x Augrim-class Heavy Cruisers

- Frigates (4 Ships):

• 1x Argonaut-class Carrier Frigates
• 3x Ardan II-class Flak Frigates

- Corvettes (7 Ships):

• 5x Reaper-class Corvettes
• 2x Watchman-class Corvettes

Deployed Fighters:

• 1x T-77 "Talon" Stealth Interceptor Squadron
• 100x Vulture MkII Droid Starfighter Squadrons
• 20x Death Glider Squadrons
• 4x TIE/ss Squadrons

• Sword Armada
  Arriving at designated waypoint

"Roger that, Vicelord," responded Tacitus as he reviewed the information displayed by the holographic projector. A sensor sweep informed him of multiple enemy vessels present within the system, along with a large, heavily armed station. "Comms, order the armada to split into its constituent battlegroups. Capital Strike Group Geonosis shall assume frontal position and form a wedge, with the Exigent at its center. Deploy our cruisers and corvettes to secure our flanks and make sure our Ardan-II frigates are evenly spread, to provide anti-air coverage and order the Invictus to assume position right of the exigent, towards our flank."

"The Seventh Carrier Attack group shall assume a defensive formation around its carriers and take up position the edge of our right flank and slightly behind us, at a diagonal angle of forty-five degrees to our starboard. Have its star destroyers concentrate on securing its right flank."

"Have the Sixteenth fleet section form up around its artillery cruisers, directly behind us and inform the Vicelord that his fleet is to secure our left flank and rear, with the Dread Queen positioned at the center of his formation. Have Sword Armada deploy one hundred and twenty-five squadrons of strike craft, in the following configuration that I have just indicated on screen and inform the Vicelord to deploy starfighters at his discression. All starfighters are to assume defensive formation, distributed evenly amongst the fleet and stand by for further orders," the Lord of Admirals ordered, the bridge coming to life with a cacophony of voices as droids and bridge crews relayed the instructions to the various ships in the fleet.

As the ships maneuvered into formation and more sensor information began to filter in, a strategy started to form in the Overlord's mind. "Have the Sixteenth Fleet Section ready to plot a tactical hyperspace jump on my mark and order them to stand by. Both the Dread Fleet and Sword Armada are to advance at a steady pace, with four squadrons of Vulture droids charging ahead to draw the enemy out of that asteroid field."

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[Anya Malvern]

[member="Zesiro"] [member="Muad Dib"]

Today was a...day she never thought to see, her own sister married. Her eyes traced over that tattoo she had of a dragon wrapping around her body. She had to remind herself this body used to be another person and that this tattoo had meaning....her eyes closed as she put the dress on as she looked the dress over and gave a smile to herself. Fiery looking dress for a fiery woman.

Leaving her dressing room she went to seek out her buir, eyes closed as she moved through the crowd before opening them as she grabbed a flute to drink as she smiled and took a drink out of it. This wedding waa massive! She was in complete awe. She stopped looking up to where she would see her sister married and sighed....she wished their mother and father could be alive to see this, however she reminded herself if they were this day may of never would of happened.

She stopped besides her buir ans looked up to him as she smiled and spoke

i can barely believe it, my own sister getting married

 

[Amethyst Atreides]

Location: The bridge of the Midnight Exigent​

Attention: [member="Darth Tacitus"], [member="Darth Metus"]​

Post: 2​

There was little question as to just how seriously Kainan took his duties the Lord of Admirals. It was writ across the stern set of his features and the strong set of his shoulders as he stood stoic upon the bridge of his flagship. Outside of the main viewport, the entirety of the Sword Armada resolved out of hyperspace, arranging themselves in the proper formations as each group was contacted and accounted for. It was a massive yet gloriously efficient exercise, and she marveled as she so often did at those officers he had so carefully chosen to serve under his command.

Amethyst stood quietly a few steps away, hands folded at her waist, her slender form draped in a sable vinesilk bedsheet, looking for all the world as if she wore a simple flowing gown. Her head canted to the side, a smile coming unbidden to her lips as she walked slowly forward, waiting for a relatively quiet moment before allowing words to pass her lips. It would not do to interrupt him at an inopportune moment.

Which is, inadvertently precisely what Ame did.

Lofting a delicate brow, the young woman drew fingers through her dark locks before pushing them back over her slender shoulder. She stood at Tacitus’ left hand, lips parted to offer a greeting as the flickering blue holoprojection of the Vicelord himself appeared before them. Ame caught herself before speaking, offering a dip of her head by way of silent, formal greeting. It was a quick message, after which Tacitus himself and the bridge erupted into a swift cacophony of instructions being relayed. It was frighteningly efficient and boded ill for anyone foolish enough to engage them.

Amethyst remained silent, simply observing the process, stepping slightly more forward to cast her gaze at one of the monitors detailing some of the maneuvers. She had taken the initial steps of learning about the processes involved in simply maintaining a fleet of such considerable size, but maneuvering it and using it with deadly, precise effects, was an entirely different beast she didn’t think she’d ever manage to pick up.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

There was no reason in the ‘verse for Petra to be here, but sometime randomness could make life a little more fun. Nothing could be more amusing than sitting back and watching La’Ca try to do her task. It did not matter if the girl did well or not. It was all for the giggles to her. Also, boozes that she should stay away from would be nice to have again. That could lead to fun like the deaths of some people.

Petra took her time doing her hair. It was not important but she wanted to waste some time. Different styles were played around with. Although there was some amusement, it was fickle. So last look she had was default winner. Then the worse part of all this had to happen. She had to wear clothes. It was bad enough to be on the ship that had Sith curse happen. Or, it being a ship in general and how she hated how the flow of energy and force flowed through it.

In the end, the dress did come on. Sighing as she looked herself over, she could live with it. Her footwear was left, and she laughed. It was not going to happen. Bare feet were fancy in her book so others would have to deal with it or get out of the way.

Stepping out of her room, she began to make her way through the hall.

Location: Fortressa’s Hallway
Nearby: N/A
Outfit: dress without any footwear
Post: #2