Enemy of my Enemy

[Tanomas Graf]

N E W A D V O R A , R I F L O R​

G R A N D M O F F T A N O M A S G R A F​

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There was a time when Tanomas Graf knew that if he were to return to a First Order-controlled world; it would be either as a body taken there for his large bounty or as a prisoner to be paraded around by the Supreme Leader before a summary execution. But that time was now in the past, he was almost certain that the Order no longer perceived him as a 'traitorous pretender' but as the leader of a less-powerful although equally ambitious empire.

Seated comfortably in the cockpit of a Lambda-class shuttlecraft while it descended from the secondary hangar bay of an Imperial star destroyer, the old man watched the planet of Riflor grow larger as they flew towards it. Standing up, he left the pilots to start the landing sequence and entered the passenger bay of the vessel, where quite a few of the Empire's own were currently present.

"I want to make it imperative that while were are guests of the First Order, you must all be on your best behaviour. No insults, no religiously motivated sacrifices, no passive aggressive remarks, and no lusting after the local populace." He warned, his eyes flickering dangerously over a few choice individuals. Nodding at the guards that accompanied them, Graf stood to the side and felt the shuttle set down.

The landing ramp lowered and the sovereign protectors were the first to disembark onto the durasteel floor of New Advora's landing pads, Tanomas would soon follow, stepping uneasily off of the shuttle and scanning the area for the representatives of the First Order while the others left the ship themselves.

[member="Dante Calgar"] | [member="Val Kordova"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | @First Order | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Max Fel"] | [member="Butch Mahan"] | [member="Varik Ice"] | [member="Anya Malvern"] | [member="Jotham Noktis"] | [member="DT-2417"] | [member="Luyioth Dakwin"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Ailuros"] | [member="Kayrce"] | @Galactic Empire

 

[Asheda Tyr]

Asheda waited patiently as the imperial fleet above slowly approached the planet, this would be her first real diplomatic meeting with another faction. Even though the First Order was on.... 'decent terms with the Empire, it was clear that even the slightest slip up could ruin things.

Other important representative members of the diplomatic crops had arrived and would most likely do a majority of the talking, but Asheda had made it a goal to at least be noticed by the higher ups. First Order storm troopers flanked the Togurta as they all stood at attention while the imperial shuttle slowly descended, the familiar thump and hiss of steam as it went though the typical landing cycle. She could have sworn the ships were deliberately built like that for display purposes, and had not real logical use.

Soon guards in red, which she recognized from her studies as the 'sovereign protectors' disembarked, followed soon after by a maturely aged man. 'That must be Grand Moff [member="Tanomas Graf"]', she had read up on the stories about the man, but never really put much concern into it, the past was the past, though not all FIrst Order personal would be so, lenient.

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

NEW ADVORA, RIFLOR​

[member="Dante Calgar"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"]​

Imperial Relations.​

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Valessia Creed watched [member="Asheda Tyr"] from a distance, "let her be." She commanded softly recalling the Stormtroopers, after all, Asheda was a representative and could very well defend herself. The Minister had done some work with regards to the Empire's Grand Moff. She knew his name, his deeds and while for some his acts had been forgotten, for others they had not only been remembered but would remain a buried grudge. All that aside the First Order was willing to work with the man and his government, for now anyway. Her eyes scanned the area and made of the others present and still to be present. "Grand Moff Graf," she addressed him easily walking with ease toward the man and his sovereign protectors. "Welcome to New Advora, I'm sure [member="Nathaniel Barrett"] will be along shortly. Allow me to introduce myself, Foreign Minister Valessia Creed at your service." No doubt the planetary governor would make an appearance just as she had no doubt the Minister of Security would be there. "I trust your trip here was pleasant enough," she added with a neutral tone motioning for him and his men to follow her.

Riflor was a busy planet, between New Advora, Otrera, Gorgo and a few of the other city-states. The sound of boots, machines, and speeders was quite common even in their current port. Alabaster-armor marched in formation, some behind the Minister and others on typical routes. "Representative Tyr, how good it is to see you, I trust you've been well since we've last met." Her voice still held the neutral tone, "Grand Moff Graf, meet Trade Representative Tyr she'll be assisting us today. And who have you brought with you on this fine day?" Typical small-talk but it would hopefully be just enough to bide time until the others arrived and then she could slink back and observe their behaviors.

 

[Varik Ice]

Varik Ice​

Equipment: Lightsaber - Initiate Robes​

Location: New Advora, Riflor​

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Varik had kept his eyes closed for most of the journey. With his arms crossed, he leaned back in his seat, focusing inward and trying to meditate on the force and his training from not long ago. Meditation had been difficult at first; his inward place when it came to the force was harsh and biting, which didn't lend itself well to remaining calm and serene. He felt it had made him even better at it, however; if it had been easy, he wouldn't have had to learn much. As it was, he had been forced to become better at controlling the force and centering it within himself if he wanted to learn how to meditate properly. He quickly stopped, opening his eyes as he heard the Grand Moff's voice, now scanning the shuttlecraft and the other passengers around him.

Standing, he waited until the Sovereign Protectors, Grand Moffs and some more important figures had went down the ramp, following after their lead; keeping a watchful eye towards any that would need particular protection, just in case. He had been told not to be as quick on the draw as usual; after all, these were potential allies, and any slip-up he caused would only damage the image of the Empire in their mind. As he came down the ramp, he found it was yet another bustling city - something he still had to get used to. He didn't speak up, focusing on his own job as he watched the emissaries converse with the Grand Moff. Hopefully conversation was the most eventful thing that was to happen today.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

New Advora, Riflor
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post One
Objective: Security for VIPs

Even among the arms of allies, duty takes hold.

Pestilence had been on a rather significant number of combat deployments across the Galaxy in the name of the Empire, yet in their span of service they had never come into contact with the First Order. Supposedly, they were of similar goals as the Galactic Empire, at least that was what the dossier had said. In truth, Pestilence, especially Captain DT-2417, cared very little for the finer points of galactic politics and intrigue; as far as they were concerned, the First Order were allies, men and women that in one time or another Pestilence would find themselves standing side by side with on the battlefield against a common enemy. Together, the thirteen Death Troopers sat silently in their seats aboard the Lambda-class shuttle as it descended upon the planet. Riflor, it had been called, DT-2417 had studied the planetary data, volcanic, arctic to temperate temperatures; the conditions didn't bother the Death Trooper Captain, although he liked to be fully aware of what environment he and his men would be deployed to.

A short while later, the shuttle landed and the Grand Moff, Tanomas Graf, gave his orders. As the ramp descended and Graf began his descent down to ground level, collectively Pestilence rose and turned to face the door. Rank and file the black-clad troopers disembarked the shuttle, rallying behind their leader, the highest on the VIP quota. In the same rigid, regimental manner, Pestilence spread themselves out to act as security for every other VIP that was attending the meeting of two Empires. Pestilence's job was two-fold, as always; security was the most vital though their status was iconic within the Galactic Empire's military arm. Pestilence was there, letting their armor and demeanor speak for itself; the silent messengers of death. The iconic Death Troopers visible for all to see.

If there were anyone who dared disrupt the meeting, perhaps the presence of Pestilence would change their minds.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond C’artyom sat in the shuttle boredly. He produced a small tin of spice from his grey cloak and began to roll a small cigarra from the stuff. The Grand Moff spoke and Desmond listened intently while pretending to be fully focused on the task of rolling the joint. Desmond heard the Moff’s jab towards the Overseer and merely ignored it, opting instead to continue rolling the cigarra. Their was a soft hiss as the hydraulic landing gears extended and a light jarring sensation when they finally touched ground. The drop plank descended allowing the Imperials admittance onto Riflor. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond waited patiently as everyone exited the shuttle rank and file. He stood in the back, his face shaded deep within the recesses of his hood. He observed the First Order representatives carefully. Meetings like these were tedious and boring. Desmond was an assassin, but as his job in intelligence had been elevated he found himself forced to take on more paperwork jobs and less “aggressive” diplomatic negotiations. It bored him terribly, but a little spice always helped take the edge off. He lifted the blunt to his lips and lit it with his flip lighter. With a flick of the wrist the lighter disappeared back down his sleeve, where he kept his holdout pistol and an assortment of knives. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His red gaze turned back to the First Order representatives and he began fully assessing them. A noblewoman of a minor house with an air of pomp about her. Intelligence files identified her as the Foreign Minister, but even more interesting as a dark side adept. Desmond would have to keep his eyes on her. Anyone willing to submit to a cult as crazed as the dark side warranted very close attention… The other First Order representative was a former street urchin who was recruited by the Jedi. Little else was known about her, but Desmond had run a operation with her before and deemed her trustworthy… To an extent. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He took a long drag from his cigar and exhaled the toxic fumes. His red gaze became glossy and he seemed to lose all focus on those around him. Instead staring at nothing in particular, but in fact still very well aware of his surroundings.[/SIZE]

 

[Riamah]

Ailuros accompanied Grand Moff Graf on this diplomatic mission to New Advora to meet with some First Order diplomats, dignitaries and officers. This would be an opportunity for her to further her own people's agenda and gather information on others in the galaxy. As they landed, he made it clear all of them were to be on their best behavior and she nodded.

Her tail flicked a little irritably behind her as clothes were required for this meeting. Not liking to wear anything, she had agreed to wear a shirt all the time, but not pants. For this meeting, those pants were practically forced on her and Ailuros was one unhappy Trianni. The most she had worn before was a simple shirt or light armor, the pants were constricting and uncomfortable.

"How do you wear these things all the time?" It was said mostly under her breath, but might be heard if anybody was close to her.

The shuttle door opened and the ramp lowered for them to exit the ship. Stepping into line behind the Grand Moff and allowing the others on the shuttle to join, they exited almost in unison. She looked at the assembled First Order people, but remained silent. Her arms and hand resting at her sides comfortably near to her weapons.

While this was a supposed diplomatic meeting, it never hurt to be ready for anything.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

Alongside the Lambda-class were a pair of escorting TIE-fighters, each as unidentifiable as the next to come out of the Imperial warmachine. Their roar was a sound so familiar over the streets of First Order cities that there was no worry of causing a stir, each of the ships sticking to formation on the wingtips of the shuttle right until the moment they were ordered to land.

For those on the ground the two pilots were nothing special, nondescript uniforms marking them out as nothing beyond the ordinary pilots of the Imperial Navy. However beneath were two members of Inferno Squadron, the elite special forces unit. Both were unarmed, a decision chosen to show peaceful intention.

“Welcome to the other side of Imperialism.” One said as her helmet was removed revealing a strikingly white haired human, “I got to admit, it’s not as bad as everyone kept making it out to be.”
The other pilot also removed her helmet, the dark haired, tanned skinned form of Kayrce suddenly seeable.





“The First Order are not to be taken as lazy or enemies.” She put her helmet down. “As Director Kalast has pointed out many times, they’ve perfected the system as well as we have, powerful enough to hit the Alliance and the Silver’s. Imagine our two powers combined.” She gave the city around her a look. “It would be galaxy changing.”

 

[Soundwave]

Location | New Advora, Riflor
Objective | Observe and Protect
Company | A collection of representatives and their security detail

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The silent and imposing figure of the tall, dark-robed Zul could be seen in the background. Though he was only a Disciple of Ren, he did wish to oversee how this would-be meeting would turn out, and if need be, provide as additional security in the event that this was some grand attempt on the lives of First Order representatives, although he was sure that the Galactic Empire would not risk making an enemy of the First Order. Zul's hands would be clasped behind his back, his robes cascading to the floor as he silently observed a collection of Death Troopers spread disembark from the arriving shuttle and taking up defensive positions around the VIPs of the Galactic Empire, chief among them, the Grand Moff himself.

The Disciple simply had a habit for observing such meetings, even in his past career. Knowledge and situational awareness were always topics of priority to him, and an occasion such as this very much warranted him wanting to know what was happening. If no other members from the Order of Ren would show up, he would serve as their liaison to inform them of happenings between the two empires. His shadowed face would remain hidden as he kept his head tilted slightly low, remaining still as a statue without any perceptible movements being given.

As the representatives of the Galactic Empire began to file out, he would turn to quietly walk away, keeping his distance and presence to a minimum. It seemed that they had brought a fair amount of young practitioners of the Force as bodyguards as well; curious, though they must have been exceptionally gifted to be trusted to accompany the Grand Moff and serve as a security detail as well. He would pause in his tracks as he turned to face everyone arriving once more. His tall figure stood well over anyone else present but he made no attempt to make himself the subject of attention by introducing himself.

 

[Cavris Lyran]

Cavris looked around the crowd. He noted several Imperials and a few First Order members came to join them, he had heard Graf tell them not to harm any of them. It was difficult not to start his normal hacking routine when seeing someone new. He normally liked to be ahead, know more of them than they ever could know of him. However, he refrained, his fingers twitching anxiously.

His gaze was fixed on the First Order, he found it curious that they decided to put away their anger towards the Empire's leader. Though it was sensible in Cavris's mind, the Galactic Empire was starting to make a name for themselves. Recent strikes on the Silver Jedi proved they were capable. It was unfortunate that he hadn't been on the raid on Kessel, he was sure he could have hacked some intel for the Empire.

He bit his fingers and studied them. Wondering how long this would take them. Hopefully not too long, his boredom was growing.

 

[Taa Nul]

Location: New Advora, Riflor
Objective: Represent the Imperial Inquisitorius at this conference.

The Grand Inquisitor and two crimson-robed Imperial Royal Guardsmen quickly followed behind the Grand Moff and the others who had departed the shuttle. Morcus had garbed himself in his usual Inquisitorial armor, a long black cloak wrapped around him regally. He casually gazed around the landing area, taking note of the contingent of First Order representatives and troops that had gathered to welcome them to New Advora. He kept his distance while Graf and the representatives spoke, waiting to be introduced by his superior. His guards remained at his side, stood to attention while keeping their currently unignited lightsaber pikes at the ready for the slightest hint of trouble. While this was a cordial meeting, the presence of the leader of the Imperial Inquisitorius was meant to show to their potential new allies that the Galactic Empire had a great deal to offer in a potential alliance.

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[member="Tanomas Graf"]​

[member="Asheda Tyr"]​

[member="Cavris Lyran"]​

[member="Kayrce"]​

[member="Ailuros"]​

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]​

[member="DT-2417"]​

[member="Varik Ice"]​

[member="Valessia Creed"]​

 

[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Underneath her, Luyioth's seat rocked and rattled as the shuttle entered atmosphere. It was never a comfortable experience, granted, but after so many times it became familiar. Normally she would consider it a good chance to practice: battle meditation was demanding even for those familiar with it, and even watching the shuttles flight pan out in her mind's eye would do her well, but her mind was elsewhere; namely, her mind was with the people around her. Many of those around her, including herself, had recently been ferried from battle to battle in the Empire's recent campaign against the Silver Jedi Order. Almost involuntarily, Luyioth let out a quiet snarl: it was hard to call those marauders with lightsabers Jedi, yet it was as they were known. Bringing her attention back to the present, Luyioth was more worried about those around her: after seeing nothing but combat and campaigns for some time, she worried that not all of them may be in the right headspace for a diplomatic envoy. To this end, Luyioth knew her part: while Graf and his chosen negotiated and the rest of the envoy worked security, she would ensure that nobody forgot why they were here. Order was the antithesis of entropy: it was an inquisitor's job to preserve it.

As the shuttle ramp lowered, Luyioth rose from her seat and thwacked some stray gatherings of dust from her robes. She proceeded down the ramp with the orders, offering the occasional curt nod to who she may make eye contact with; she even glanced for members of the Order of Ren, even hoping to compare notes with a dark force user of a different stripe. For now, her eyes were more wide and curious, but in the back of her mind, she was drawn towards the other imperials. The Grand Moff had said it himself: no insults, no passive-aggression, no attempted seduction.

Putting all her thoughts to the side, Luyioth offered a brief smile to another foreign diplomat. It looked like it was off to a good start.

 

[Jotham Noktis]

Commodore Jotham Noktis​

Objective: Representing and advising the Department of the Navy​

Location: New Advora, Riflor​

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As per his usual demeanor, Jotham was quiet throughout the shuttle ride. He was accompanied with two death troopers from Pestilence platoon on both of his flanks. His brow was furrowed and serious-looking as per his usual facial expression as well. In his mind, he'd understood the risks of a meeting such as this. Perhaps some scheme of skulduggery was amidst, or perhaps it wasn't; it was all the same to Jotham to represent the Empire in this meeting. Although arrogant, Jotham was not selfish. Regardless, It was still a great pleasure to meet a fellow Imperial-lenient faction. The idle roar of the shuttle eventually lulled, as this indicated to Jotham that they would be arriving soon.

As the landing pad of the shuttle lowered and the release of the hydraulic exhaust ensued, revealed a repertoire of Imperial figures. One of which, was a sharp-looking, handsome Commodore of the Galactic Empire, as was intelligible from the indicators on his chest. In addition to his standard imperial navy uniform, the commodore wore a formal dark, hoodless cloak, and a pair of dress gloves. He stood relatively close to the Grand Moff, which was a grand honor to be able to do so in a meeting such as this. In his demeanor, he was formal, upright, and diligent in his posture. He stared outward onto the First Order representatives, as his hands were folded behind his back.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

New Advora, Riflor
Moff Graf's Entourage

Objective: Network

Black boots shone, polished bright as onyx gems. Pressed grays fit Fabian snugly, his lieutenant's bars signifying him as many ranks below the leading actors in this interaction. The orbit of two empires, the Alliance and Outer Rim caught in between. He stood with feet shoulder-width apart and hands clasped behind his back. A picture of rigidity, of order, of Empire.

Positioned some distance away from the Moff, with the other aides, he strained to catch some snippet of the conversation. His eyes slid slyly from Moff to Minister, to the others gathered about. He'd spent a tidy sum of political capital to attend this meeting and hoped the day's events would prove worth the cost.

 

[Asheda Tyr]

Asheda gave a warm smile as [member="Valessia Creed"] approached her with the Grand Moff, being part of the diplomatic Crops meaning she was one of the first to have the pleasure of meeting with him. "I am doing just find Miss Creed, I hope the day find you well too". She stepped forwards to meet [member="Tanomas Graf"], her read dress flowing in the light breeze as she extended her hand to shake his, "It is a pleasure to meet with you Grand Moff Graf, I look forward to providing any assistance you may need while on your visit".

As him and Miss Creed started to discuss other matter Ashedas eyes wandered around to the others present, on that caught her eye was that of a Chiss, the same one she had conducted a certain.. 'task' with. It seemed they held similar power among their respective governments. Others seemed two far of to notice fully, but it was quite evident that the Galactic Empire had brought their fair share of force users with them, dark Jedi and a Sith or two accompanied the landing, along with assassins and elite garuds, seems like both sides were trying to outlook each other.