Dominion Do The Evolution | Dominion of Helska | NIO

[IMPCOM]

E M P I R E _ R I S I N G
New Imperial Order​

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H E L S K A
D O _ T H E _ E V O L U T I O N

Helska. A frozen desolate world at the upper reaches of the Galaxy. Though in any other circumstances, a place of little to no strategic value. However, in the current perils of the New Imperial Order, its positioning merited occupation.

However, being the staging ground of the first Yuuzhon Vong excursion into the Galaxy, it houses an infestation that must be removed.

OBJECTIVE I //: THE THING FROM ANOTHER GALAXY

The Yuuzhon Vong resurgent have been a persistent thorn in the side of the ever expanding New Order since Braith Achlys ( Darth Alekto ) had risen to prominence in the Sith Empire, the Yuuzhon Vong returned in force to battle the New Order. Carlac and New Bakstre both began to pull the veil at the Vong threat and now it comes to rear its cold and ugly face once more on Helska IV.

Beneath the planet's frozen surface, an awakened Yammosk begins to coordinate the consolidation of a Vong force built off the biomass harvested from its excursion to Carlac.

Preparing for another attack on the New Order, the New Imperials seek to thwart its plans.

Though its military resources are dispersed across its vast space in retaining civil order and battling the Sith Empire as several cells are recalled from the Core and Colonies region, a task force of New Imperial military assets have been assembled to battle the Yuuzhon Vong.

Entering through the breach into their underground hold, the New Imperial Order must seek out and destroy the Yammosk to further impede this mysterious Yuuzhon Vong host.

OBJECTIVE II //: IMPERIAL ASSEMBLY || ETERNAL ULTIMATUM

In the Hall of Defiance within Ravelin, the Sovereign Imperator Irveric Tavlar has called the moffs, warlords and prominent New Imperial officials to discuss a matter of foreign policy and national security. In spite of a recent summit between the New Imperial Order and the Eternal Empire within which Empress Regent L'lerim vowed no intervention in the Third Imperial Civil War. The Eternal Empire tows a thin line with its established terms.

Following the Galactic Alliance's official excursion of strategic force into the Sith Empire with their strike at Korriban and Felucia, the Eternal Empire responded in force by attacking the Alliance world of Byss, a world known well for its Imperial sympathies. Therefore, in disregard of its vow of non-intervention, the Eternal Empire elects to remain actively aid the New Imperial Order's sole enemy and harm its co-belligerents.

Thus, the High Command must decide how to proceed.

For actions have consequences.

OBJECTIVE //: BYOO

Whatever gets you to post, chief.

// SETPIECES //:
> Helska IV

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

I M P E R A T O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ETERNAL ULTIMATUM
Tyrell Paxxus | Jaeger Harrsk | Lucien Dooku | Enlil | Josiah Navollius | Robogeber | Ravraa Vyshraal

No state in the Galaxy was a greater enigma than the Eternal Empire. While the Silver Jedi Concord was making a strong case for number two given their all but total war with the Sith before aligning with them, the Eternal Empire still took the cake. Given an alignment with the Sith, betraying them in favor of the New Imperial Order and now internal disputes at the top of the enigmatic state had left them siding with the Sith Empire again.

Though peace had been reached, they were no official adversary of the New Imperial Order, they acted well and truly against its interests.

With the Moffs and Warlords assembled before him, Irveric Tavlar addressed the rulers of the New Order directly.

"Our war against the Sith Empire has elevated past the fight for recognition and independence...to a total war, of existence. The Sith Eternal are our forever enemy so long as they reign. While the Eternal Empire has brokered a thin 'peace' with our state, they have sprung in defense of our enemy. The Galactic Alliance is no friend of ours...but even still, with our active armistice, they act in mutual interests in our opposition of the Sith Empire. The attack on Byss continues to perpetuate the Sith Eternal state and place more of our fighting men and women, more of our people in danger so long as the Eternal Empire continues to prop up the Zambrano regime." Tavlar states, opening the floor afterwards.

 

[Enlil]

K I N G
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ETERNAL ULTIMATUM
Tyrell Paxxus | Jaeger Harrsk | Lucien Dooku | Josiah Navollius | Robogeber | Ravraa Vyshraal |
Irveric Tavlar

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The proceedings of a ruling council were starkling different to sitting a throne. Instead of listening to a line full of concerned or slighted people, only the Moffs and Warlords of the Empire sat around a table. Paperwork was neatly ordered and placed in front of each man, and they tirelessly rehearsed their own reports before entering the chamber. These men were already well acquainted with Imperial Procedure. For the King, this was something new.

The people's woes were recorded by various lesser agents and reported back to their various direct overseers, if he was understanding correctly. After a preliminary review of the situation on Ketaris, Enlil had an idea of how to proceed. He would file a report with the Moff Council once he had actual results to report. There was no reason to regurgitate information they were already aware of.

Instead, they were faced with another matter. The actions of the Eternal Empire. It appeared to be a state who could not decide who its friends were. In one moment, they had turned coat and struck at the Sith at the back of the New Imperials. Now, they had rushed to the aid of the Sith.

While it was a boring, tiresome, if amusing thing to watch, it had grave implications for intergalactic relations, specifically with the Imperator. Enlil's ruby gaze flicked to Tavlar as the man spoke. The King had an elbow on the table, and he was reclined in his seat. They were not to partake of alcohol while performing duties of state, and there was a decorum that they kept that was a bit too rigid and austere for Enlil's liking. He drew the line at their uniform dress code, and as he was a Warlord and did not hold the title Moff, he considered himself exempt.

No one seemed to mind that fact, so long as he performed his duties and upheld the law.

"Our war against the Sith Empire has elevated past the fight for recognition and independence...to a total war, of existence. The Sith Eternal are our forever enemy so long as they reign. While the Eternal Empire has brokered a thin 'peace' with our state, they have sprung in defense of our enemy. The Galactic Alliance is no friend of ours...but even still, with our active armistice, they act in mutual interests in our opposition of the Sith Empire. The attack on Byss continues to perpetuate the Sith Eternal state and place more of our fighting men and women, more of our people in danger so long as the Eternal Empire continues to prop up the Zambrano regime."

"When you offer a dog meat and he bites your hand, you strike the dog," the King spoke plainly. "Our resources are concentrated on the Sith Eternal, but that does not make us weak. While I do not think that an attack on the Galactic Alliance constitutes Cassus Belli, an act that clearly violates their treaty with us warrants an equal and concise response."

He drew absently on the table in front of him with a finger, then applied pressure until his finger folded into step with the others and his fist was pressed firmly against cold metal.

"I advise that they lose all the comforts that the ceasefire affords them, and they be barred free movement and commerce through our space lanes. If they cannot reach our enemy, they cannot aid them. If they have no trade partners, their stores will dry up, and they will starve."

 

[Willan Tal]

OLD GALIDRAANI
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ETERNAL ULTIMATUM
Tyrell Paxxus Jaeger Harrsk DECEASED Erskine Barran Irveric Tavlar Lucien Dooku Josiah Navollius Robogeber Ravraa Vyshraal Enlil

Diplomacy was an art in itself and a fickle creature at that. One could interpret it as a game of chess, a battle dictated by whoever had the better pieces and playing field. He knew nought of the Eternal Empire, but the leader seemed to not be in a position of strength to be waging war. Maybe Empire was a generous term, and it was a glorified rabble of bandits at best. Led by a mentally ill woman who seemed to change allegiances like an old Hutt crimelord goes through Twilek dancers.




"May I add to the right honourable gentleman's report here, it seems that an approach of diplomacy is as beneficial as hitting ones head on the wall repeatedly."



As an Old Imperial Moff said or was it some Serenno writer? it didn't matter. Speak softly and carry a big stick was always relevant even now. And entertaining these bandits was silly, it might've been considered an option back then but not now. Inaction only emboldens false delusion, and it was best to act now, rather than let the bandits grow bold.





"I may add, when I was a young boy on Galidraan, I had a pet, and I cherished its companionship for many years, but it caught a sickness and turned wild, rather than let it suffer and endanger others around me, I put it down."



Facing the men and women in the room around him, he knew every single one of them knew what they were dealing with here. Mayhaps the Eternal rabble would see sense and turn heel, but he had no faith in that ideal. Maybe Tal was too confident, and maybe he was too aggressive. But he knew a dying rabid dog when he saw one.



"I'd wager it a mercy Imperator, don't let the madness fester any longer."​

 

[Tavius Muuaji]

OBJ 1

His rifle was slung over his shoulder as he descended down the ramp.

The dropship was one of many that landed outside of the caves that were suspected of being an entrance to the underground network the Yuuzhan Vong were using to house their forces.

Placing his helmet on his head, he twisted it as it locked into place, and he cast a glance back at Arno as he slid his vibrosword through a sheathe resting by his hip.

"You ever see a Vong before?

Hear they're uglier than you."

After the briefing, he had an understanding of their weaknesses, or at least, their armours weaknesses. Shuddering at the thought of actually facing one head to head, he gave a look at the surrounding troops before looking back to Sinestra . "You want to take lead?"

 

[Sinestra]

OBJ 1

His rifle was thrown behind him as he slipped down the ramp of the ship.

The gunship was one of numerous that arrived outside of the caverns that were associated with being a passageway to the Yuuzhan Vong. Setting his helmet on his head and he cast a look at Tavius as he readied his rifle.

"Moron."

Arno locked and loaded.

"Sure thing, coward. Try not to soil your pants, yeah?"

He took point of the file formation and entered the depths of hell.

Flashlights danced across the cavern walls seeking to find the Vong before it found them.

Tavius Muuaji

 

[Tavius Muuaji]

OBJ 1

"Uh huh."

He fell into the formation a few steps behind Arno, in their wake were other troopers, following in behind them before splitting off down different paths in the tunnels. Ship sensors had given them a map of the territory they were going in to. They had a simplistic understanding of where they were going, and with how Tavius and Arno operated, that was likely for the best.

"You ought to set up your own chain of the Come Right Inn down here. Maybe then you wouldn't be so uptight."

In the corner of his visor something moved, and his rifle raised, bringing the activated flashlight to a blank wall. Shaking his head, he continued on.

Sinestra

 

[Inaros Kaal]

Classified Location
Admiral Kaal's "Bedroom" (Quarters)
BYOO
Actors: Var Koon

Admiral Kaal kicked off his boots and fell into his chair, swivelling it towards his desk with his momentum. He shoved a mountain of unfiled paperwork aside and, with a tap, turned on the holocomputer.

It flickered to life, bathing the otherwise dark room in blue light. Various unreviewed combat readouts and urgent notifications popped up. A series of quiet dings played as new unread messages filled the screen, most from subordinates seeking some form of unnecessary comment on one issue or another that could have been fixed with a simple application of common sense. A second window opened to his right, an incoming video call from Groznik, the chief engineer. To his left, another screen opened with the latest patrol updates and positions displayed in real-time.

"Nope," the Admiral said. "Nope, nope, nope."

He pressed the off-switch. Peace and tranquillity returned to his quarters, and he inhaled a deep breath. There would be another time to deal with that. Right now, that volume of information was too much.

He pulled out the drawer underneath his desk and picked up the small console inside.

It came to life in his hands, projecting three-dimensional holotext that rotated and read "Marek Fargo's Dark Oblivion Offensive: Millenium". The game had conquered the charts for holonet always-on multi-user strategy games, and it had become one of Kaal's favourite past times when he could afford to steal away a few moments.

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[Wallace Paxxus]

OBJ 1

Wallace scanned behind and on either flank as he traversed the tunnels behind Tavius. The ray of his flashlight rolling over the featureless concrete and metal geometry fruitlessly. Clearly far more on edge about the idea of facing Vong, he didn't share the leisurely posture and attitude of the two ahead.

He tried to keep his ears attentive to anything nearby, though all he could hear was the bickering. Wallace groaned and brought his rifle down at rest.

"You two married or something?"

He swung around to the sounds of steps behind him, pointing his rifle at his flank. Nothing. He sighed with equal parts relief and dissapointment.

Tavius Muuaji | Sinestra ​

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

BLUE-HEART GALIDRAANI
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ETERNAL ULTIMATUM

Willan Tal Jaeger Harrsk Irveric Tavlar Lucien Dooku Robogeber Josiah Navollius Ravraa Vyshraal Enlil

Aht's how it's done, sur! Get us back on the warpath, back where we belong.

Paying close, silent attention to the wording of his new commander's opening statement, it was easy for Major Barran to catch every word and better-understand the essence of the Brigadier-General's metaphor. Lord Willan's carefully-considered approach, (though Tal was tastefully refraining from mentioning hungry North-Galidraani bears as a point of reference) was satisfying enough that Lord Erskine began to lean back into his seat, smirking as he watched his Brigadier-General correlate the sick-dog archetype with the current state of their Sith-aligned enemies. Having already seen the top-spec tanks the NIO had issued Tal's brigade with, the eager Major had been waiting impatiently to test their munitions on real, live enemy hardware; though Lord Erskine didn't like the hold-up, he still understood the organisational nightmares that came with pre-deployment preparations.

As his legs and boots were kicking forwards for a distracting comfort, and solid footing, Major Barran was beginning to wonder why all the observers around him had gone silent so quickly; only to look up to find his commander sporting a satisfied smirk of his own, holding in a snort of endearingly heartless (though still-derisive) mirth. Despite this, Lord Willan still had enough restraint to dart his eyes from Erskine to the Galidraani podium a few times, with a click of his finger to snap the Blue-Heart Galidraani into talkative, oratory action.
Wit ye daein', sur? All this prestige about us, and you want me to illustrate your point? Heh! Aw'right then, so be it.

Though Barran prepared no statements of his own, it was somehow obvious to Lord Willan that he had much and more to say on the matter of their readiness to mobilise, so Lord Erskine stepped up at the behest of his Lord-Commander, and briefly pondered on what to follow up with. Deciding there and then, Major Barran would express his approval for war on the Eternal Empire, standing to attention and saluting his Brigadier-General before turning to face the high-command assembly. After clearing his throat, and inhaling through his nostrils, Lord Erskine adopted a respectful demeanour as he verbally proffered his suggestion.

'This so-called,"Eternal", Empire seem to think they pose an existential threat to the New Imperial Order; and yet, I know the Imperial army is capable enough to obliterate any new threat of this magnitude. The actions of the Eternal have gone far beyond the reach of mere condemnations, sanctions and embargoes, and thus we're forced to realise we have run dry of alternatives to war. This is the best time to mobilise the troops, they're all itching for a fight anyway!', Barran started, pausing only for effect, as his alehouse-chatter approach was going over smoothly with the rest of the assembly. Diluted down for the sake of making his pronunciations easier for others to understand, Lord Erskine was glad to see that his relaxed way of addressing the crowd wasn't met with collective derision or disdain.

Seeing that none were contesting the conclusion of his speech, Major Barran straightened his posture once more, drawing his gaze across the room as he framed his closing statement with quick consideration. Enjoying the undivided attention slightly, the Blue-Heart Galidraani smirked as he opined,'If this,"Eternal", Empire's military-presence is completely wiped out, and quickly so, then it will allow us enough breathing-room to focus on threats of a more-immediate nature..... And rest assured, on both fronts, the troops will go above and beyond for the NIO!'
And the results will surprise you all, but our forces must endeavour to achieve such pleasant surprises first, eh?​

 

[Dorin Nalju]

C O U N T
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ETERNAL ULTIMATUM
Tyrell Paxxus | Jaeger Harrsk | Lucien Dooku | Enlil | Josiah Navollius | Robogeber | Ravraa Vyshraal | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Willan Tal

Lost and confused he was. He was shook, trying to find stable grounds for him to plant his feet firmly on that didn’t compromise his stance. He had no home, no family, and nowhere to go. Not since the incident on Serenno with his House, one of the most prominent houses that governed and influenced the politics of Serenno. The firstborn he was to his father and heir to the seat of his House.

All of that suddenly changed when his family was struck by a coup, orchestrated by lesser relatives of his family. Cowards that bargained with the devil in order be the false patriarchs of House Nalju. They were nothing but simpleton pawns under the thumb of the Sith.

But what was he?

Nothing. Only thing he owned was a name. Fortunately, however, he wasn’t forever alone when found a place that he could be comfortable with. Accommodations by Lucien Dooku , another son of Serenno that happened to be in exile as well. Yet even in exile the man had power to rival those that turned Serenno into a puppet state for the Sith.

While he was no Moff, he was welcomed to attend with the Dooku. Although an adult he was, he wasn’t anything near to the accomplishments that made Lucien.

“The Eternal Empire? What do they’ve got to do with the Sith? Who are they?” he inquired to his fellow Serennian noble. While he was trained to have the etiquette of a Count, he was not exactly politically savvy to understand the events that shaped the Galaxy.

 

[Lucien Dooku]

P R I N C E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ETERNAL ULTIMATUM
Tyrell Paxxus | Irveric Tavlar | Ravraa Vyshraal | Robogeber | Enlil | Josiah Navollius | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Willan Tal

Ravelin.

They gathered once more under the banner of the Iron Sun. Beckoned forth by the Imperator to discuss matters that for once looked outwards,, it was a welcomed change of pace for the Warlord of Nirauan Province. The matters at hand did not require his voice to speak on the contrary to the powerful factions who lobbied for influence within their shared Empire. It was clear to him, just as he was sure it was clear to the likes of Jaeger Harrsk and his minions, that the Eternal Empire was a threat which needed to be audited, to put it in their words.

Political differences aside, the two rivals for the Imperator's influences shared a handful of views. He'd never admit that little tidbit of information. Not only did his counsel advise against letting that information become public, but he also had enough common sense to see how that could complicate his own ambitions in the future.

But on the matters at hand the two would find room to agree.

At his side remained Valerian, his presence a constant assurance in case the Warlord was not inclined to pay attention. The veteran Imperial sat stoic as always, peering with intense eyes despite his age towards each individual who rose to speak. Opposite of Valerian sat Dorin Nalju a recent exile from their shared homeworld of Serenno. Refuge was provided within the growing city of New Carannia, along with an offer to accompany him into the den of wolves that was the Assembly.

It provided his newfound acquaintance with an insight into Imperial politics, and opened up the door to a world that perhaps he'd find himself in as well. Good intentions encouraged him to extend the invitation to the Count, but it was the counsel of Valerian who convinced of the potential possibilities in the future. Unlike rivals and enemies, his allies were not in abundance.

His eyes shifted away from the front once a question was asked by the Count. He leaned closer to the man, carrying with him a carefree posture that accentuated the spacer clothes that pointedly marked him out from the retinue sitting in his section. "The Eternal Empire are..." He thought on it for a moment, eventually pausing altogether. "...I honestly don't know what they are exactly. What I can tell you is that they've allied themselves with the Sith Empire, and from what I understand, they're also under the heel of a Sith who styles herself Empress-Regent or somethin' to that effect."

"For whatever reason they decided it was wise to strike at our allies from the Alliance, in spite of being vaguely aware of the relationship between our two states." He shrugged. "Not the wisest move i've ever seen made. But hey, at least they did the job of exposin' themselves for what they truly are without Compnor or ISB having to go in there and stir things up."

His eyes settled back onto the next Imperial to speak their piece. "They made a rookie move. I guess their "Empress-Regent" wasn't chosen for her outstanding ability in statecraft." ​

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

I M P E R A T O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ETERNAL ULTIMATUM
Tyrell Paxxus | Jaeger Harrsk | Lucien Dooku | Enlil | Josiah Navollius | Robogeber | Ravraa Vyshraal | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Willan Tal

So spoke the Galidraani in-exile. Ever the indomitable breed, while they'd come to make up the cultural foundation of the resurgent First Order, these wayward sons had found themselves in the New Imperial court all the same. In perfectly aligned logic, it was the New Order which might have given them the chance to come back home. To breath that one fire of defiance and cultivate a far better state than what the Sith had subverted it to.

"I have no doubt of the military capabilities of the New Order." Tavlar affirmed, being its supreme commander and seeing it through well into the action of the battlefield several times over, he certainly shouldn't have doubt.

"What I do have doubt in is our ability wage a war on multiple fronts. The Sith Empire demands the attention of almost the entirety of our strategic assets not dedicated to the defense of our state. For now, war is not an option I am willing to explore but even so, the Eternal Empire must need to know that if they desire peace with the New Imperial Order, they will not have it in their delusional compulsion to continue to prop up the Zambrano regime." Irveric states candidly.

"Thus, we need to decide what means to pursue that does not involve direct conflict, I am doubtful in our ability to press true and punishing trade sanctions...however, it is a consideration." Tavlar states.

 

[Ravraa Vyshraal]

M O F F

n e w i m p e r i a l o r d e r

e t e r n a l u l t i m a t u m

Irveric Tavlar | Tyrell Paxxus | Jaeger Harrsk | Lucien Dooku | Enlil Josiah Navollius | Robogeber | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Willan Tal

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Ravraa Vyshraal had been many things during his tenure here at the New Imperial Order, he had been many things in service to the New Imperial Order, he had seen many things during his service. All of them marched to the beat of the Imperator, of his squad commander, his advisors, and the various overlords that oversaw where he would push, what he would do, what when, where, or why.

He believed in the New Imperial Order, he believed in the state he had fought and bled for. Just as all of his friends had, just as that Bith pilot that gave his life on Bastion had. He knew little of the people gathered in this room, he hadn’t been given the time or meaning to interact with most of them since his appointment. Moffdom had forced him to buckle his head down and set to work. There were so many things that were wrong, so many things that simply shouldn’t be.

The Imperial Dream, sometimes, sparked him as a lie. Something told during the virginal stages of the revolt against the Sith to give the soldiers some honest heart. He wouldn’t see the New Imperial Order become another despot-ruled nightmare on the Outer Rim.

He believed in New Imperialism, he believed in the selfless nature of Empire, he believed in something grander than himself. Not an authoritarian mess throwing it’s weight around the Galaxy because it could, but something that the books of old spoke of. A gallant realm, like the Empire-in-Exile, guarded by her Knights and Stormtroopers to brave the night against the tide of darkness. Hand in hand with the other Free Peoples of the Galaxy.

The Eternal Empire was a test against these morals.

“Fellas…” He began, his accent thick. Nearly as out of place as the manner of dress he had within this hall of official greys and military suits.

“I’m not much, I never have been. Born on Shili, raised by my pa, danced across this whole damned Rim. When I signed up for the New Imperial Army, well, to be honest with y’all. It was gonna be a summer fling, small job to tide me over before I’d’a’go a-runnin’ off to er’ever adventure caught my eye. My first deployment was on Nirauan, chattin’ the shit with some other stormie while y’all,” He waved his finger across the gathered Moffs and Lords. “Chatted about just like this. Veroleem was my first real assignment. Eventually I found my place with Dorn-2. I’m not gonna sit here and a-rattle off my whole resume. I know how we go fightin’, I know how we war.”

He leaned forward in his chair.

“I don’t have the foggiest Force-forsaked clue what the Eternal Empire is, I’ve heard it thrown around in holonet. Maybe is ‘cuz I ain’t been reading my briefings, maybe is ‘cuz I have been so focused on marching against the Sith that the Galaxy around us sorta faded.”

He made his fingers to explode outwards like a failing firework.

“We are, for one reason, correct me if I’m wrong.” He nodded at Tavlar as he spoke.

“To kill Sith.” The sentence bumbled off his tongue, not in a way he would like. His heart sank slightly. Why did it feel wrong to say?

“We’ve been doin’ a mighty fine job at that. The Sith Empire, as it is, is the greatest threat the Galaxy has ever seen. The Bryn? Don’t matter much to me. Pure Chaos, their end for the universe is a final note, we gone. That’s it. They shoot, stab, and eat till there’s no life left in the Galaxy. That I can accept. The Sith? They want a future. They want a future where everything between here and Endor is ruled under their boot. An autocratic, authoritarian, fascist rule. March in line to the call of the Emperor, agents tappin’ your holo devices, ain’t even safe in your own bathroom from the eyes o’the state.”

He took a moment, rubbing his eyes before sitting up slightly from his chair.

“I could care less if we send them a sheet of carbonite with the words ‘kark off’ scrawled into it, any nation, folks, people, gangs proppin’ up the existence of this Zambrano State are enemies to the Galaxy at large. Enemies to us via proxy. I ain’t quite sure what trade sanctions could do to some fellers as far flung as they are. And I’ve seen this war, we already are stretched thin in some joints. War? War would end up with us backed up to the edge of the Galaxy on all sides. I ain’t no idealist, I know the realities of the situation… they don’t though. Each and every last battle we’ve sought, even our losses, have sent rippled through the galaxy. The amount of bodies we’ve rolled over? I reckon the idea of force, soft power projectin’ and all that nonsense, could be just as good for keepin’ their noses out of our job. Long as they think we could manage a multi-front war, what’s the odds of them being brave enough to push one?

‘Sides… I don’t fancy killin’ anymore folks than we gotta. Enough bloodspillin’ as there is cuz of us.”

 

[Enlil]

K I N G
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ETERNAL ULTIMATUM
Tyrell Paxxus | Jaeger Harrsk | Lucien Dooku | Josiah Navollius | Robogeber | Ravraa Vyshraal |
Irveric Tavlar

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He understood the bloodlust and warmongering, even though he did not condone it. The Sith had oppressed and destroyed so much in their conquests, and many of the men in this room were effected in one way or another. Hair trigger responses were not the way, however.

"We owe it to the people," he said as he waved a hand toward Ravraa Vyshraal idly, passively assenting to the Moff's words, "to do our utmost to avoid unnecessary conflict. We owe it to the Sovereign Imperator to think in a manner that does not recklessly squander what resources we have. This Galaxy is filled with threats, foreign and domestic. We have one enemy before us, and many others snapping at our heels. I do not advise direct action."

Enlil's gaze moved toward the Galidraani one, then the other. "Believe me when I say that I understand your tenacity and respect your desire to see evil neutralized; but our reality is an enemy in front of us, and so long as it stands, any energy we divert elsewhere is weakness for the Sith Eternal to exploit. Imperator,"

Enlil looked to Tavlar now. "While it is true that we cannot take effective direct action, the Imperium has resources to be used for domestic defense. With your leave, we could issue Letters of Marque to the scum and Bounty Hunters of the Galaxy to enforce any sanctions or condemnation that we levy on this Eternal Empire."

 

[Tyathriu Zheung]

A_N E W _E R A​

BYOO​

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Zheng sat in her study, aboard her personal ship, the Ching Shih. ​

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It's long flung solar sail folded into the star destroyer. It was en route to Helska, wherefrom what Zheng was able to piece together the New Imperial Order would be looking to expand its influence. It was where she would look to join them the Epicanthix-Atrisian woman stirred her tea quietly as she looked about the books on her table. A subordinate announced that he would be entering her studies. "Step in." Ordered Zheng as she flipped a durasheet page in her book.​

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"Revision over Helska is imminent, your lordship."​

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"Dismissed."​

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She waved the subordinate off and waited until she heard the door hiss shut. Zheng delicately closed the book shut and rose to her feet and waited for the droids to dress her. Zheng smirked inwardly as she looked herself over in the mirror. Long had she waited to establish a new way for the Epicanthix one far removed from the Zambranos who had been lost in their own legacy. Truly have they forgotten the ancient ways of their forefathers, the way of the ancients lost to the Great Darkness, no longer. ​

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[Trajan Fett]

S U P E R C O M M A N D O
THE OATHSWORN
SONS OF MANDALORE
HUNTER OR PREY
Elos Vizsla | OPEN TO SoM

ONE OF THESE DAYS...
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The cold winds of this horrid place might have bitten harder were it not for the Beskar. That indomitable iron skin of the Mandalorian. The purpose here? On Helska IV? The hunt. Ever the pursuit of the Mandalorian. To find its prey, hone its skills as a warrior in all means. The Yuuzhon Vong could be no more impressive counter part.

They were warriors through and through, they had no reliance on The Force or technology by any means, merely their pure savagery, strength and cunning of their form.

Though a hunt all the same, this was just as well a search and rescue mission, a small detachment of Sons of Mandalore Supercommandos tasked with investigating an excavation outpost manned by the Trade Federation.

It'd gone dark and with increased Yuuzhon Vong activity in the area pointed all the fingers in one direction.

"Die! Weakling inter-" A blaster bolt from Trajan's vambrace to the throat of the Yuuzhon Vong warrior silenced his foreign tongue, unintelligible to the Supercommando.

A patrol on the outskirts of the facility as the rest of his pack marauded their way through the Trade Federation expedition.

Posting himself up a distance away, he flicked down the range finder attached to his helmet and surveyed the situation.

"Let's see what we can see..." Trajan mutters under his breath.

 

[Szilvos Kelborn]

m a s k s

OBJECTIVE I

Elos Vizsla | Trajan Fett | SoM

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He had made a promise, ages ago on a different world, far flung from the conflicts of the Outer Rim. A prayer whispered underbreath during the height of the hunt, a prayer to the Great Mother. Szilvos was familiar with her touch, her will, and her understanding. The winds, carrying the harshest of biting snow and hoarfrost, was just another element of her brought to life. Ages ago, he had sworn a creed, just as he had sworn one now, to the Children of Mandalore. They Mando’a tongue still was awkward, clunky inside of his mouth. It handled grammar so differently from his agglutinative home tongue. The sounds were misplaced, and the nucleus of each word settled in the wrong places.

But it was with that new tongue that he swore the Creed that now kept his skin shied from Great Mother once again. There was a part of him that wanted to rip the beskar from his skin, send the helmet tumbling down into the snow.

If he did that, what separates him from the Sith serving in the pits?

This new Creed was all he was, the only thing holding together the shattered Once-Legionnaire.

He was still proving himself, still a patchwork of armor and blaster, nothing that would be the threat to the galaxy at large.

A sad excuse for a Kelborn.

He trailed behind the rest of the Mandalorians, turning as he walked, taking in the sights and sounds of the winter winds. Missing the gentle calls of his homeworld.

The crack of the blaster bolt brought his hand to his DH-18A, heels turning, as he watched one of the Vongese collapse onto the ground. Blaster pistol still not drawn.

<"Fine shot..."> He murmured, mainly to himself.

He still hardly felt at home among the Mandos. After all, he was on the frontlines of their destruction not years earlier.

 

[Jair Ordo]

C O M M A N D O
f r o z e n s t e e l
OBJECTIVE 1
Trajan Fett | Szilvos Kelborn | Elos Vizsla | SoM

Throughout all of his life's training, from the Jedi to the Mandalorians, none of it had prepared him for this cold.

It was freezing, barely made bearable by the slightly insulated undersuit of his armor. His breath was stale under his helmet and he could barely feel his fingers. The rugged survival instincts all of them similarly shared prevented them from turning into blocks of ice and metal. Nevertheless, he was in an icy hell.

The search and rescue mission that he was assigned was not going to take long. Retrieving the main objective was always the easy part. The Yuuzhan Vong however, were the ones to make it difficult. The opposition to the hunt.

With each crunch of snow under his boot, it was another head turn. He kept a watchful eye on the environment of the icy tundra. A repeated lesson taught by those who came before was to stay alert and be ready to counter hard. A voice, a loud one caught his attention and spun him around quickly. He turned to meet the slumped body of a Yuuzhan Vong warrior on the frozen ground. That was only one of many.

Taking a step back, he turned back around and got down on one knee. Jair went back to his repeated routine of watching.

Stay alert, stay ready.

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

I M P E R A T O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ETERNAL ULTIMATUM
Tyrell Paxxus | Jaeger Harrsk | Lucien Dooku | Enlil | Josiah Navollius | Robogeber | Ravraa Vyshraal | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Willan Tal |

So spoke the King and perhaps his most contrasting counterpart in Ravraa Vyshraal , the corn fed wayward and fortunate son of Shili. Though he'd visited the planet, conducted diplomatic talks there, walked the broken ground of the capital but had not let himself be enveloped by the very people and its culture, the Togruta.

"Letters of marque? So then it should be that we implement sanctions initially and look to the underworld to do our dirty deeds. Perhaps, even to avoid the negative shades this sort of avenue might be painted into, we go through the same means the Galactic Alliance has in the Trade Defense Fleet. Though they are...much the same scum and have no issue drawing from that pile, their perception is a hair superior to the greater Galaxy. Regardless, they will not be an entity we allow to do business in our space and if they dare impede on trade with the First Order, they will see harsh consequences." Irveric suggests.

"Perhaps, however. Volunteer units, 'unmarked' of the New Imperial Order could be sent to defend the Galactic Alliance the next they encounter the despicable fiends. Bloody them harsher at each encounter until they feel the effects of their delusion assistance to a trembling regime until they renegotiate or outright abandon this alliance to isolation once more." He suggests once more.