Empire Day (Open)

[Tanomas Graf]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMZDEuiq8nQ​

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On the Imperial world of Manda, festivities were in full force for 'Empire Day'. It had been a year since the Imperial Remnant was first formed in the Inner Rim on Bilbringi, and it had come far; managing to be recognized as a galactic power and overtaking an entire sector, as well as creating a protectorate on Sekalus under Queen Swift. The Emperor had arranged for a parade to be held in honor of the anniversary on the newly-declared capital of the Remnant, promising to make an appearance himself.

Dozens of thousands of Imperial stormtroopers, novatroopers, shocktroopers, scout troopers, storm commandos, and shadowtroopers ranging from the rank of private to captain lined up in tight formations and were marching in perfect syncronization across the plaza, surrounding a large raised dias with lined up Army and Navy officers as well as Imperial Knights. A podium was in the exact center of the plaza, filled with Moffs, Imperial Guards, Barons and Warlords of the Empire, the Triumvirate, and most importantly, the Emperor.

Overhead, dozens of Imperial star destroyers and hundreds of smaller vessels were orbiting the world, with large ships such as the Allegiance-class Battlecruiser making up some of the fleets. And then there were the fighters, thousands of them zooming past the plaza in spectacular formations and performing dazzling stuns, fireworks were being released too with some of them even forming the Imperial Crest in the sky over Manda.

Crowds of people in attendance waved sparklers and smaller versions of the Imperial flags that were being waved around by the marching soldiers, children on the shoulders of their parents were laughing and pointing, yelling out joyfully about how they one day want to serve the Empire. The Emperor waved at his people, smiling profusely. After this parade was done, feasts would be held all over their territories, with the most important being held at the Imperial Palace for all of his officers.

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[Desmond C'artyom]

“Watcher one this is keeper six, How’s it looking down there?”

A voice crackled over the comms and Desmond went prone on the roof tops. He aimed down the sights of his disruptor sniper rifle and scanned the crowd. He was one of hundreds of agents patrolling the roof tops, searching the sewers and even mingling amongst the crowds. Still despite the tight security, today was a grand occasion. Empire day. A new glorious holiday made to celebrate the old regime’s reclamation of its small fief and soon to be the galaxy as a whole. Still despite the wondrous day dissidents and terrorist were prone to strike. So, Imperial Intelligence was on full alert, especially since the Emperor himself was present.

“Keeper six this is watcher one, report to overwatch actual that we’ve got suspicious activity in courtyard delta zeta,”

Desmond said into his comms as he spied a small group of men huddled in a circle. Rather than watching the parade they seemed to be content speaking in their small private group. Suddenly two grey cloaked men emerged from the crowd and entered the small circle. They broke it up relatively easily, but had to escort one man away. Des adjusted his scope, so that he had a wider view of the crowd once the disturbance had been dealt with.

“Just a bunch of drunken blokes. One of ‘em be all sixes and sevens, had to take em to sober up,”

Someone said over the open channel.

“I wonder when the Emperor will be passing through?”

Another bored agent.

“Do you really think he doesn’t use the lou?”

Desmond shook his head as the conversation about their god emperor slowly degraded. He pressed a finger to his ear and switched his comms to the private one way channel between he and his keeper. The parade was boisterous indeed. Great hover trucks sporting humongous missiles floated down the streets followed by hundreds of white clad Stormtroopers. The might of the Imperial army truly knew no bounds. Hundreds of starships of every shape and size filled the skies above and it made Desmond proud to also be a part of the Imperial Navy. He could not wait for his shift to end, so that he may partake in the festivities. But, Rebels never rest and neither does Imperial intelligence. Des knew that even when he was off the clock he’d still be tasked with keeping an eye on the crowd.

[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Lora Onone]

[member="Tanomas Graf"]

As she flew down in one of the shuttles flanked by Tie fighters she looked down to the parade as they flew by in formations meant to show off discipline and skill. To her however she knew this was easier than some of the things her crews did normally so it was less impressive. Then again things got easier when nobody fired blasters back at you. She watched as the Emperors procession passed along of course under strict guard adulation or not nobody was letting people do anything to disrupt his highness on his way to the big banquets. She was invited though she didint know how much she'd get noticed she was a commander not a moff and certainly on nobodies radar. Still celebrations at least usually ment less paperwork so she'd enjoy that if nothing else and a nicer meal.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

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[member="Tanomas Graf"] Ξ [member="Desmond C'artyom"] Ξ [member="Lora Onone"] Ξ [member="Butch Mahan"]

The Lambda shuttle made a slow decent towards the parade. Sanya had sat in the back with her armor on. As she sat there looking into a hand held mirror she'd adjust her hair making sure the curls still had volume and her makeup was still perfect. She wore a thick line of eyeliner on her top with flick, mascara and a light purple eye shadow. There was a need to look her best for this just like any public event. After all there was hundreds if not a thousand and more watching this event. Most of all she was still new within the imperial remnant. Thus looking bad would go down on her reputation. The shuttle had now became low enough it was flying over the crowds. As the ramp lowered still flying the sekallien flag would roll out and trail behind connected to a cable.

Even though it was an imperial parade she still wanted to give a good show and have a big entrance. "Okay que the red and white smoke trails." She said telling one of the people she had aboard to out on the display. "Yes Mrs Val Swift." They where close to the podium and it was almost time for her to make the rest of the way herself. "Three, two, one. NOW!" Sanya ran towards the ramp leaping out. All the jets on her armor would ignight then emerge from under the red and white smoke. As she dropped further down Sanya would go between one of the AT-AT's legs then strafe to the left coming close to the crowd. She could feel the adrenaline pump through her and she hoped the crowd felt some similar type of rush. As she flew over them Sanya would wave to them all as she sped by.

Closing into the podium she'd lean her body up right landing with a slight thud. There was a grin in her face as she walked the last little bit and then go onto the podium next to the other moffs. There was indeed many eyes and many stormtroopees here of all sectors. During her time she'd been researching the government learning as much as she could in such a short time.

 

[Butch Mahan]

Mahan stood among the other high officials on the podium they shared with the Emperor. His blue head contrasted with the white dress uniform he so abhorrently protested wearing, not only that, but he even wore the golden epaulettes. Mahan's upbringing and his religious beliefs had conformed his brain to hating all that was pomp. He himself lived in a secluded two room residence on Rishi when on leave. The simplistic life was the one for Mahan, but he could make exceptions, and a day like this was more than enough reason. If the Emperor needed him to dress up and look pretty as all his toys march around, Mahan would do it, if not for his select loyalty, but for his own purposes. Despite his stern look, Mahan did slightly enjoy the overpass of his grand fleet. If there was anything Mahan approved of, it was a show of power, non-lethal and lethal alike.

But such thoughts of joy were immediately washed away in anger when the haughty queen [member="Sanya Val Swift"] of the Sekallien protectorate made her 'stunt' mid-parade. She would face punishment for not only disrupting the parade, but such homegrown nationalism feebly attempting to over play the might of the Imperial Remnant, if not by the Emperor, then by Mahan himself. By Mahan's perception, Swift had been trying to grow her poorly led protectorate's power in the Remnant and over valuate her puppeted monarchy's importance to the Remnant. Ever since the incursion over Kothlis, Mahan had held a great disdain for the queen. Her complete lack of respect and discipline boiled Mahan's green blood.

But he focused his attention back to the parade, Mahan had to keep his patience for a while longer. With the private celebration the Emperor was having, Mahan would have to keep his mouth shut if he did not want to cause any problems, and end the day without creating more enemies. The public life was not for him.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Lora Onone"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Taa Nul]

Baron Morcus stood to the Emperor's right upon the podium, garbed in his finest attire, befitting of a noble of Serenno. An elegant gold-plated light foil hilt, encrusted in the most extravagant of gems was attached to his belt, which he kept close in case of trouble. "This is quite the spectacle we've arranged, my liege. The public are loving it. Ahh! Here come my lot now.", Morcus said with a wide grin. Two full regiments of the Inquisitorius's infamous Shadow Stormtroopers began marching past the Emperor's pedestal, lead by an officer bearing a most elegant imperial standard, two Phase III Dark Troopers marching at his sides ahead of the line. Behind them followed a sizeable cohort of the Emperor's Shadow Guard, each bearing an ignited saberpike and large, black ceremonial shields, marching as if they were a knightly legion of yore.

The Emperor's security during the event was paramount. Unbeknown-st to the crowd, a shield generator hidden beneath the pedestal projected a near invisible force field in front of Graf, protecting him from would-be assassins. A company of Director Caalgen's elite Death Troopers also kept a wary, vigilant watch around the stage, on the look out for anything suspicious.

[member="Butch Mahan"]
[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Lora Onone"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Theodosia Naphrite]

Theodosia shone a flashy, convincing smile as the thousands of soldiers marched past the podium, her arms at her side, without a task to perform. Despite her joyous look, she did not feel the same inside. She found these military parades a trivial matter better exerted through a real show of force or a diplomatic exertion of power. Although she was not one fond of violence, Theodosia would rather see such resources used elsewhere than in such a feeble display of power, something which she envied fondly. But she would not dare raise a finger against it, she would do what she needed to gain power, whether it was keeping her mouth shut, or by doing something much more morally reprehensible.

At this point however, she could only think of the soreness in her shoulders, a side affect of the black plated gorget that was an essential component of the Imperial Moff's uniform, and of the heat that if not avoided soon, would drench her in sweat. This season in Manda's orbital rotation was not good for wearing long sleeved grey and black clothes, especially ones that were nearly form fitting. A fact she had learned from being the planet's Moff for sometime now. She had been studying the natural, and civilized history of the planet, it's socio-economic and political spheres, and just about any fact that may aid her in leading the mercantile planet. Even now, she had used her knowledge and power to covertly amass funds in different names, not from the Remnant's coffers, but by twisting the daily procedures of the trade on the planet itself to her advantage. Nothing was wrong with a little corruption when she isn't taking it from anyone of importance, or at least until a superior of Naphrite's found out. But she would make sure that never happened.

[member="Baron Morcus"]
[member="Butch Mahan"]
[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Lora Onone"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Lora Onone]

As she landed and was escorted out they took her to stand near the podium with other Navy officers who didint reach a rank high enough to be by the Emperor. She stood silently for now straight rigid and in proper form. Silently she listened watched and observed but she suspected that was going to be it for her. Another nameless officer in the ranks but oh well it was where she was at this time. The heat did not bother her nor did the black uniform. Far as she cared it was par for the course. For now she put on a smile and made scant small talk as expected with other officers around her rank.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
@Theodosia Naphrite
[member="Baron Morcus"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Butch Mahan"]

 

[grammaticus]

Galon stood silently with his hands crossed behind his back. His grey uniform was outfitted with a black cape over the left side of his body, a custom taken from his homeworld, and used to cover some of the worst damage. He stood on his own for the most part, a small circle formed around him on the podium as he watched the soldiers march. Idle talk around him was mostly ignored as Galon shifted his weight slightly from one leg to the other. His rank afforded him a position higher on the podium than a majority of those present, but he had very little interest in talking to those around him. In all truth, these types of events had very little interest to him. He would prefer to be elsewhere, ideally some warfront, but sacrifices had to be made now and again. Galon allowed himself to fall back into the droning sound of countless marching feet, and relax.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

The Emperor gave a sly smile to the Grand Inquisitor "Quite so. It seems were right after all, a nice event like this after numerous battles is exactly what the people needed." He chuckled. His eyes darted to the recently-grounded figure of one Sanya Val Swift, the Sekallian Queen, he was quite amused when her spectacle angered Grand Admiral Mahan. Emperor Graf returned his gaze to the legions of Imperial stormtroopers marching around the plaza, the Imperial Center casting a shadow on a portion of them. Tanomas raised his hand and the sounds of marching and music ceased as all heads turned towards the man. Beginning to speak, his voice was amplified so that all could hear, with a dozen or so droids flying by recording him for the people at home or in other systems.

"People of the Empire, today is a glorious occasion! For one year, through blood and sweat, did we fight to bring order to this region of the galaxy! Dozens of star systems were given the means to defend themselves against those who wished to exploit them; The Rebellion, the Galactic Alliance, criminals, the Sith, and the Jedi! No longer do trillions of beings of all species cower in fear, unable to protect them and those they love from the pointless, planet-shattering feuds of two rival organizations! In this one year, we proved to the others that the Galactic Empire is returning stronger than ever!" The Emperor roared, looking out at all of his citizens and at all of his soldiers.

"A war is already brewing on the horizon! And the Imperial Remnant will do everything in its power to keep our citizens from being exposed to a galaxy-spanning conflict again; Even if we have to destroy our enemies to the point where they cannot fight back! But we cannot do it alone, join the Imperial Military, fight to save your homes from being consumed by war! The Emperor protects! Glory to the Empire!" He finished, raising his hands above his head.

Every single stormtrooper, officer, even the civilians, gave the signature Imperial salute, their right fist over their heart while chanting in unison "Glory to the Empire!". The Emperor grinned, loyalty was not something built, it was gained, and he had gained the loyalty of trillions of people.

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[grammaticus]

"Glory to the Empire." Even as the words left his mouth, Galon knew that a new age was dawning for the Imperial Remnant. As the chant continued to be called, drowning out anything else with its sheer deafening roar, Galon let his eyes slowly drift across the other officers on the podium with him. The degree of variation was something that still surprised Galon. The old Warlord he had served with, styling himself as a "true" Imperial Remnant had only had Humans among its higher ranks. From his position alone, Galon was able to count nearly three dozen separate species on the podium with him. That in of itself was a dramatic change from the status quo of the old Empires.

"Glory to the Empire." Looking up, Galon watched as three star destroyers flew in close formation, and dozens of tie fighter squadrons flashed past. The sheer might of the military here was also shocking to Galon. He had never seen so many Imperial warriors and machines gathered in one place, and the sight never failed to give him a brief thrill. The glory they could achieve, the peace they could bring to a galaxy burdened too long by war and destruction. Finally, there was hope in Galon's mind for a truly peaceful, and equal galaxy. Watching the Emperor address his citizens, Galon knew he had chosen the right man to follow.

"Glory to the Empire. Glory to the Empire. Glory to the Empire..."

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond still lay prone atop the rooftop as The Emperor’s procession passed through the streets. He surveyed the surrounding area and watched as a stray probe wandered the crowds. One of hundreds released today to help the grey cloaks monitor the situation. The probes had also been outfitted with a wide array of weaponry to “subdue and pacify” any who thought to use this as an opportunity to voice their opinions against the new regime. Along with these probes scanners had been set up on every corner to better “protect the people”. But, of course they were truly there to protect The Emperor.

Order was here, but it came at a cost. Crazed zealots of the Jedi or Sith religion were everywhere and thus order was to be garnered however it could. And, the simplest way was through pure brute force. Surprisingly enough though, casualties were at a minimum. With no terror attacks and no activist choosing to do anything foolish it seemed the day would be a relatively peaceful one. The probes floated along listlessly and the stormtroopers that manned the corners waved their scanners at the odd persons boredly.

How droll Desmond thought to himself. He zoomed in with his disruptor rifle as The Emperor passed and studied the man closely. He didn't appear to be a God, but already millions had accepted Him as such. Even Des was beginning to believe, but he still had his doubts and he wondered… Just wondered… His finger tightened around the trigger a little bit more… Then slowly his grasp on the rifle lessened. No… The Emperor protects echoed through Desmond's mind. And he waited patiently for the God King to say His peace.

After a raucous speech Desmond was on his feet. It was as if the Emperor had done something with words that seemed to make sense on a primal level. Almost as if His words held a hint of magic in them, so pure that you couldn't help but be carried away. Desmond suspected The Emperor of using the force to sway those amongst the crowd today… But, if He was truly so powerful then perhaps He really was a God. Little by little Desmond’s doubts began to fade and with fist to heart he cried out “Glory to the Empire! The Emperor protects!” and his cheers were echoed by the masses. Today even the staunchest non believer would have his doubts.

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[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Lora Onone"]
@Theodosia Naphrite
[member="Baron Morcus"]
[member="Butch Mahan"]
[member="Sanya Val Swift"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

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Sanya would smirk towards Butch. It would seem he had a big dislike for her but unlike butch she knew how to put on a show. A way to gather peoples attention in awe. One look at him was enough to send a hyperactive kid to sleep. Her focus would turn to the soldiers and vehicles of all kinds move by as the public and those on the podium spectated. It was a marvelous display of power in a less violent manner. All fell silent as the man known as the emperor raised his hand. His speech was enough to rile the crowds as they shouted back for the empire then into a loud cheer. Sanya herself didn't say it. Instead she just stood there at full attention doing the same salute as the rest, with her right arm across the chest and her fist over where her heart was.

Her eyes would fall upon emperor Graf with a warming smile. "Nice speech." She said complementing him. "Something tells me your used to this sort of thing. One point it was a monthly thing for me. Now though I may be rusty at it." She'd give a quiet laugh as her hand coverd her mouth and tail flicked about. She couldn't deny that she was starting to feel the heat inside the armor. Normally she'd not notice it but she was standing around not doing much. Soon though she could get changed out the armor into her dress. The dress that she didn't wear for this due it been inappropriate. Come to think of it she didn't have many dresses. She preferred to be comfortable clothes or in her armor. Come to think of it she needed to get more dresses. Still this was the first time she'd seen the man let alone speak to him. Yet she was a protectorate for the imperial remnant and something told her her ties wouldn't stop there.

 

[Decimus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtP5lSQgll8​

Amongst the thousands of troops marching past the pedestal on parade, a swarm like, yet well organized procession of thousands of assorted Battle Droids and vehicles from the new Geonosian protectorate marched past the Emperor. Ahead of their tightly knit formation, poking out from the tank commander hatch of his personal AAT tank, was their leader and the new High Moff of the Geonosian sector, the Super Tactical Droid known as Aut-X. He had assembled quite the demonstration of military might for his new masters for this special occasion, hoping to impress Emperor Graf with such a spectacle.

The High Moff quickly looked up towards the Emperor and moved his right arm across his chest in an Imperial salute respectively as his tank passed by, the droids following doing very much the same. When his tank moved out of view of the crowds, it turned into a side street, parking up and allowing Aut-X to exit the vehicle before heading back towards the Emperor's stage, soon moving to stand beside him and the Grand Inquisitor.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Galon Vans"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Lora Onone"]
@Theodosia Naphrite
[member="Butch Mahan"]

 

[Butch Mahan]

Mahan reluctantly brought his arm to his chest, but refrained from chanting. He was not moved by his speech, Mahan found it pitiful. The Emperor played the role as some sort of unwavering protector, not who he really was, a subjugator. The Duro Grand Admiral would have preferred loyalty through fear, a more unbreakable attachment to the Imperial cause. But that was out of his hands, not that is mattered all to much to him. Mahan found no solace in the Imperial Remnant. His loyalties to the Emperor were professional, his dedication to the Imperial cause was minimal, Mahan truly served only one being. Ni'Shaw, Mahan had joined the Remnant to carry out Ni'Shaw's will upon the galaxy. The Remnant was merely an apparatus for Mahan to kill and convert the quintillions of beings in the galaxy. One day his eternal fight would become more formalized, but for now he did it under the guise of an Imperial officer.

Mahan noticed the passing droids, soldiers of the former Techno Empire, loyal only to High Moff [member="Aut-X"]. Mahan held a respect for droids, they were, due to some exceptions of his religion, not infidels or heathens, rather soulless beings that need not be sacrificed for Ni'Shaw's pleasure. Later on, he might enlist Aut-X's help, as well as his droids. A favor he would earn through future conquests.

[member="Aut-X"]
[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Thall Marr"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Lora Onone"]
@Theodosia Naphrite
[member="Baron Morcus"]

 

[Theodosia Naphrite]

Theodosia smiled grandly as the Emperor made his speech. The speech may have been a slight bit sappy, but she believed it. Although she had joined the Remnant to get as far away from her home planet of Isis, after rising to Moff she had started to take a respect for the Emperor, whilst at the same time trying to build her wealth and reputation back. But something about the Emperor, and the Remnant itself, had been growing on her. As she further involved herself in the Imperial Remnant she became more dedicated, more affectionate of its leaders and values. Once the Emperor iterated the final with such strength in his voice, she gladly held her fist to her heart, chanting the ever catchy, "Glory to the Empire!"

[member="Butch Mahan"]
[member="Aut-X"]
[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Lora Onone"]
[member="Baron Morcus"]