Every Day a Little Death | First Order Dominion of Taloraan Hex

[Braser Steltan]

post 3

[member="Natasi Fortan"] extended her hand as well which led to an, well it was an awkward handshake. Braser smirked as he felt the amount of discomfort in her hand. She asked if he was a Lieutenant commander and how he was doing. He withdrew his hand and sipped his bitter alcohol. "Yes ma'am, Lieutenant Commander Braser Steltan at your service. As for how I am doing, as best a military man away from his ship can do I suppose." The statement followed with a brief moment of silence. Braser chuckled and broke the short silence. "My apologies small talk isn't my strong suit, neither are parties for that matter. Its odd isn't it? You would expect someone who grew up in a casino on Corellia to enjoy such events." He took another sip and sighed "Yes I have been around many parties in my life. The gambling, the alcohol, the small talk. All my life ive seen it, but I never cared for it very much." His last statement hung in the air, he looked down to the polished floor and laughed. "Well here I go again telling my life story, enough about me. How are you doing Grand Moff Fortan?

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 11

Natasi's face was a rigidly controlled mask as the junior officer yammered at her. His small talk was very small indeed, she mused, but what could she do? She smiled at him in a sort of stunned silent for a few moments, only spurred to action by the timely arrival of the waitress with her cocktail, which she snatched off the sterling silver tray when it came within reach. The Grand Moff took a sip, allowed herself a moment to indulge before turning her attention back to the Lieutenant Commander.

"Corellia, hm?" she asked. "You have my condolences, then. A tragedy -- an absolute tragedy -- what happened there. I hope you didn't have family on the planet when it was broken?" Natasi shook her head sadly, dark eyes clouding a little.

"I'm not much for gambling, alcohol, and small talk either," she confided to the man. "Perhaps I should have joined the Navy instead." She offered a polite smile. "It's been a long war," she said in answer to his inquiry after how she was doing. "I'm looking forward to an evening away from the casualty reports. What is your ship? If I may ask, how did you get assigned to the diplomatic detail?"

[member='Braser Steltan']

 

[Braser Steltan]

post 4


Braser was forced to conceal a scoff as he watched the absent minded [member="Natasi Fortan"] attempt to listen to his rambling. He knew when a person cared about what they were hearing, and when they didn't. A moment after his last statement she grabbed her own glass of alcohol from a waitress. After the young diplomat gave here condolences for Corellia he winced at the thought of the devastated planet. "Thank you for the words, it was quite a tragedy. Unfortunately most of my family was still taking residence when it happened." In truth he didn't care at all about the lives of his parents, his family. He made sure that he had sadness in his tone when his last words hung in the air. Sometimes seeming vulnerable is a good thing.

"As for how I got caught up in all of this?" The Lieutenant Commander threw up his hand and gestured to the party. "My frigate, The Stark, was assigned to provide safe escort for the many diplomats attending the event. I had to leave my protégé in command of the ship for the weekend. I wouldn't be surprised if he's thrown the whole thing into disarray by the time ive returned."

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

Post 12

After a spell or two, Valessia thanked Jay for his time and, "my apologies Superintendent, perhaps I'll get a chance later this evening to get better acquainted with you." [member="Gunther Creed"] approached the three and politely intruded, "where are my manners. Superintendent Vehn this is my fiancé Colonel Gunther Creed of the First Imperial Army, Gunther this is Superintendent [member="Kuril Vehn"] of the Avalonia Police Force." Unless she completely misheard [member="Jude Falkrowe"] in his attempts to reiterate titles and explain everything. "And of course this is Mr. Falkrowe."

Gunther quietly gave them both a nod of acknowledgement and a firm handshake if they wanted for it. The Epicanthix leaned over and whispered something into Valessia's ear. "No of course, we shouldn't be here too much longer. I'll be right out." The noble hadn't planned on being there at the estate for too long. She and Gunther planned on returning home, and just as the Colonel departed she was approached by a young woman with a tray of food. [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"], so she mulled it over in her mind if she wanted to eat or not eat and decided. "No thank you, but I appreciate it." She and the Colonel will most likely grab a bite from a diner on the way back to Dosuun.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Mishel's life right now was a complete and utter mess. If this is how normal people did things then she wanted to go back to the Bastion of Ren, ASAP. A disgruntled sigh as she looked her list over and grabbed a new stylus and slipped on heels that met Natasi's minimal standards. Maybe she could convince the Supreme Leader to let her live on Virgillia and just shuttle to Dosuun for class, or holo in. Kids did that these days, right?

A quick trip to the loo, and the teenager looked herself over and made sure everything was in order. After this she walked out and headed for the main gathering. She recalled the words of the brunette she had ran into in the kitchen. Natasi would most likely call for her if needed, but then she'd get scolded for not being right there at the Grand Moff's side. So the Tygaran decided to look about for the woman in question. After a bit of searching she managed to find [member="Natasi Fortan"] speaking with [member="Braser Steltan"].

Rather than intrude she decided to stay off to the side and looked over the Grand Moff's schedule instead.

Post 13

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 12

Natasi's eyebrows furrowed at the mention of Lieutenant Commander Steltan's so-called protege. It was discouraging to hear that whoever it was was likely to be making a hash of things. "I'd certainly hope not," Natasi said sternly. "And it wouldn't do to make such remarks in front of people," she said, casting her eye around the room, which was populated by First Order servicemen and diplomats in addition to Taloraan delegates. It was by no means a closed set, so to speak. "At any rate -- ahh, Mishel." She spied her intern approaching from the side and lifted a hand to beckon her closer.

"Mishel -- meet Lieutenant Commander Steltan. Lieutenant Commander, my intern Mishel." She waited for the introductions to be over, then turned her attention to Mishel. "Find out if the Prime Vizier is ready to get this thing started. By my watch we're... " she glanced at her watch, "...coming right up on the appointed hour. And if you could get me one of those toast point hors d'ouevres, I'd be so grateful." She smiled apologetically. "I'm starving."

[member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Braser Steltan"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Post 14

Mishel had been looking at the seat arrangements for an upcoming gala, a presentation and sending back replies of what would happen regardless of how the theater wished the seating to go. The estate was filled with chatter, the clinking of glasses and music that felt so overplayed the teenager wanted to gag herself with a spoon. And then she heard the Grand Moff's voice and out of the chatter and the clinking of glasses the girl's attention was drawn. A nonverbal command ushered her forward as she listened to the head of government. She nodded to the Lieutenant Commander [member="[/COLOR][COLOR=#00bfff]Braser[/COLOR][COLOR=#00bfff] [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][COLOR=#00bfff][FONT=georgia][SIZE=14px]Steltan[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][COLOR=#00bfff][FONT=georgia][SIZE=14px]"] and gave the man a tight smile as she kept her ears and then eyes on her superior. Natasi's poise and tone of voice were something to watch a decade more of experience, and if Mishel looked carefully; it showed. "Of course..." her voice trailed as she heard the next order, rather request. "Yes ma'am." And to the naval officer, "if you'll excuse me Lieutenant Commander."

[member="Natasi Fortan"]

 

[Braser Steltan]

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Braser could clearly tell that The Grand Moff didnt care for his sense of humor. "Merely a joke my lady. The young Lieutenant is a good lad, a smart lad." A half smile crept across his face as he took another sip of alcohol. Suddenly a crackle of static followed by Lt. Tsido's voice rang out through his earpiece. "Sir do you read me?" Braser hid his surprised expression just as a girl, seeming to be teenager, approached. Grand Moff Fortan introduced the girl as her intern. He nodded and spoke through a smile "A pleasure." As The Grand Moff spoke with her intern Braser wondered what would have compelled his protégé to contact him. He grew worried and interjected the Moff's conversation. Placing his hand on her arm she turned to him and he spoke "My apologies My Lady but I must attend to something." ​With that he quickly walked over to a quiet corner and pressed his earpiece.

"What is it Lt. Tsido? Is there a situation?" After several moments of silence the young lad responded. "No sir I was simply making sure you had no further orders." Braser sighed as he gritted his teeth and snapped back at the Lt. "You are not to contact me unless a legitimate situation is occurring! Your orders stand, remain in orbit unless ordered otherwise. Do not contact me for anymore ridiculous reasons." Before the boy could respond Braser turned off his comm and strode back towards the crowd.

[member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Mishel Ren"]

 

[Wellen Jones]

Location: Taloraan City, Taloraan
Objective: Tap Meeting of Isolationist Leaders
Post: 1

Nimmens whistled softly to himself as he began setting the equipment required to record the meeting of radical isolationists next door. He had already finished his installation of bugs throughout the room, but now he needed his recording and transmitting equipment for the next part of his intelligence gathering operation. Although many of his colleagues in the FOSB preferred the exciting action of espionage, Nimmens enjoyed the fundamentals of spy work, such as wire tapping official gatherings. Nimmens lined the last cord from the receiver tot he breaker box and was finished, a little earlier than he had planned. No matter, he had planned for some extra time. Not dressed in his one-size-too-large Bantha wool suit, he was rather comfortably outfitted in a sweater vest and khakis for the evening. Unlike the majority of First Order citizens and officials on the planet, Nimmens would be spending his evening alone, in a rather dank room, listening in to the inner workings of this isolationist party brewing on Taloraan.

Checking his wrist watch, Nimmens broke out a holo-projector orb and began reading a rather titillating novel about the adventures of a Deep Space crew during the era of the Old Republic. He had just finished the chapter where they landed on a foreign planet unknown to previously written Republic charts, and Nimmens had been hooked by the cliff hangar a page before.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Post 6

Kaalia gave Ishana a smile and a nod as the pilot departed, leaving Kaalia to her own devices for at least time being. In the meantime she had built up an appetite and decided on making a round through the room looking for anyone who was serving anything to satisfy that feeling for at least a little while. She slowly moved through the crowd, careful not to bump into anyone while smiling and nodding towards anyone she made eye contact with.

Eventually the woman found what she was looking for, seeing a blonde carrying a tray with hors d'oeuvres offering what she was serving to a small group. She made her way over, just as carefully as she was while looking, then smiled and nodded much like she had done before. "Excuse me. I hope you don't mind me joining you for a moment," she said as she turned to the server. "Those look quite appealing." A piece was taken off the tray and she took a small bite, looking satisfied as she swallowed it. "Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself. My apologies." She then turned to the others. "My name is Kaalia Voldaren. A pleasure to meet you."

[member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] | [member="Kuril Vehn"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"] | [member="Jude Falkrowe"]

 

[Zeradias Mant]

Kuril took a sip of his drink, offering a curt smile as Jude and Valessia eased out of their brief conversation. Apologizing for the leave in which she was about to take, it suddenly dawned on her to introduce her companion, one Gunther Creed, a colonel with the First Imperial Army. Shaking hands, he gave a nod of greeting and a couple brief remarks of introduction. Looking back to his partner, he simply smiled and offered the slightest bow.

"I'll let you see to the other guests. A pleasure.", he smiled subtly as he watched the pair depart. As they left, he turned to face Jude once more. He expected answer, but he had a feeling he wasn't going to get one. Turning to the hostess, he downed the rest of his drink and gave her the glass. It might have been rude, but Kuril was running on fumes already.

"One more, please.", he requested politely as he fumbled in his pockets for a two hundred credit chip. Nodding in thanks, even mouthing the words, he started to venture off in search of new company. It seems though company found him first, as a younger woman approached the hostess to take her up on the offer of finger foods. Cautious in nature, he eyed the woman skeptically before offering his own hand in greeting.

"Kuril Vehn, Capitol Police."

[member="Jude Falkrowe"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"] | [member="Gunther Creed"] | [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]​

 

[Wellen Jones]

Location: Taloraan City, Taloraan
Objective: Tap Meeting of Isolationist Leaders
Post: 2

It wasn't long before the meeting began between the radical isolationists, prompting Nimmens to switch off his holoprojector and put on his headset. He mentally commented on the lack of prior security used by the group, but they were infantile, untested by the trial and error that occurred so often in their field. Unfortunately, they wouldn't get to go through the learning process of being a militant group, once the First Order annexed this planet, it would be a gruesome end. But that wasn't Karla's objective here, no he was given the responsibility of investigating the conspirators and finding their resources and backers, intelligence work like any other Nimmens had done before.

The paranoia stricken men did not exchange pleasantries, instead rushed right to the points of the congregation, "The First Order, they came earlier than we planned, Heinrich! Will your contact be relied upon to complete his task, even now?" cried the first speaker. Heinrich, or whom Nimmens assumed was Heinrich, replied confidently, "Do not worry, Jaron, he will be able to handle the Grand Moff, but the rest of our plans, they must be accelerated if we are to continue." There was a pause, "Gentlemen, onto the next affair of the day, we have very little time as it is, we must be off Taloraan city in a quarter rotation, and I have three cells to evacuate before..." Nimmens let the devices and gadgets record the meeting as he took down notes extensively on what he just heard. It was a murder threat, and an active one. But he was angry and stressed for another reason, he had been on Taloraan city for nearly two weeks, and this was the first he was hearing of, when the plot was already in motion. He set down his notepad and grabbed an old communicator. It would be suicide to talk into a communicator, it would risk his entire operation, but he could use what was commonly called a dit-dot communicator. He set the receiving to two receivers, that of the FOSB central command, and that of the First Order delegation planetside. He hurriedly communicated the message before returning to his work, hopefully they would receive the message before it was too late.

[member="Natasi Fortan"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Fenessa
BYOO
Post 15

The Greater Ranch

Big Horns were the game here, Sal knew that as he eyed the ranch up on the hill. Tucked away from the main dirt road rested a house. It glinted in the sun its walls made of the most plain durasteel with a silo beside it. Wooden fences dotted the property and just above them you could make out the edges of the horns that belonged to this ranch. The Ranch. As most here on the planet would have it, and yet - somehow Sal Zambrano would be here to negotiate.

Not as any official member of the First Order, no. Just as a simple man lookin' to score a deal. Now, as it happened Fenessa could be seen as the Wild West of the Unknown Region, the days of law were broken down to counties and towns that were spread far and few between. Rustlers stealing livestock to undersell the farmers hurt the economy. And without the Big Horns hauling lumber from the mountains was more than a little difficult.

See the thing was, was that there had hardly been any actual space faring technology. Only a few places had it, and while the rest of planet might have had it at one point. Those spaceports were beyond repair, dilapidated within their own rusting carcasses. "Alright," the man with the wide brim hat said to his colleague, "just let me do all the talkin'."

 

[Hansen]

Agent Totallex
Fenessa, The Greater Ranch
Objective: BYO
Post: 1

Spoiler: Equipment

• 1x FO-X1 Infiltration "Shadowtrooper" Armour
• 1x DLT-19x Targeting Blaster
• 1x DC-15a Blaster Rifle
• 2x Vibroblade
• 1x N-20 Baradium-core thermal detonator (Black)
• 2x M1-VX "Vee Ex" Grenades
• 3x M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjector

Ventor's scope magnifies followed by a sharp exhale, index finger finds itself hovering above the targeting blaster's trigger. Left-hand pulls the charging bolt on the blaster with a satisfying clack pursed red lips crack into a smirk, The earth which Ventor laid open is tainted with the lives of the unwitting victims of dubious criminality; a group of young ruffians who had thought to try and raid the quaint nearby ranch under some misguided belief in success. They must have thought themselves very brave, touch or some combination thereof. That was until death's specter quietly fell upon each of them with the last being tutored in the historic observation that you couldn't outrun fate or a blaster bolt for that matter.

Jaina for a moment feels a sweeping sense of anxiety flock over her with the thought of a court and judge looking down from up on high. With a firm blink creasing both cheeks she dismisses the worry and refocuses coldly. Out here on Fenessa such scenes were a fantasy but what is Ventor's life but an elaborate lie trying to escape what she suspected deep inside; Never overcome this lust for life to pump through her veins or the compulsion for submission that infects her body like some resilient bacteria unresponsive to the harshest treatment. Lips curl into a wide grin. "Oh it is a shame you couldn't last longer darling, you were doing so well." Jaina's crosshair hangs over a man wearing quite the exotic hat and go to hover over his spine for a moment before studying his colleague, finger rises from the trigger and rests against the rifle's receiver calmly. With characters like this hanging around Jaina inwardly concludes this system could use the harsh albeit guiding hand of First Imperial Justice.

[member="Sal Zambrano"]

 

[Progflaw99]

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Grand Visier's Estate​

Post 8​

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Rolf was pleasantly surprised at the voice accosting him from nearby, and as he turned he narrowed his eyes. It wasn't anyone he knew, but the Colonel was never one to be tight-fisted with his generosity. Letting the cigar rest gently in the corner of his lips he reached down, procuring another small case from his inner jacket pocket - not strictly regulation to be carrying things in that pocket but hey, what did he care? The cigar wagging up and down as he spoke, his hand extended towards the pilot, a raised eyebrow in greeting as he spoke.

"Well, I think I have just the thing. Need a light?" In his other hand, he procured a small cutter/lighter combo, also extending it to the woman. "Maj.. Colonel Amsel, Fortan's Fist. Please to make your acquaintance Lieutenant."​

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Items handed off to the woman, he reached back for his cane, it had managed to hold its place propped up against his leg as he stood but now he returned some of his weight upon it. As he scanned his eyes across the room, he noticed that many of the guests he'd seen on the list, most were present. He was anxious to see what this Visier had to say regarding the First Order and its relations with the Taloraan government. The talks had been arduous, but it seemed likely they would join the First Order. Perhaps that's what made him most nervous, when people felt backed into a corner, there was no telling what they would do.

[member="Ishana Pavanos"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Post 7

Kaalia took in the man's sight for a moment and accepted the handshake offered by the man who introduced himself as Kuril Vehn, nodding as she did. "I suppose it is a good thing I am not meeting you in your working environment, then," she replied with a light humurous undertone. "That would have meant I was in trouble." Seeing Kuril's drink the woman was quite in the mood for one of her own. Turning to the server for a moment she got herself a glass before returning her attention to the man. "I cannot say I am very used to these kinds of settings, so I am still getting used to all this." A quick smile was flashed. "Once has to be the first time, I suppose."

[member="Kuril Vehn"] | [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Fenessa
BYOO
Post 16

Sal and a friend looked the property over a moment longer before moving to head inside. The wind was calm on this day and the son of the God-King hadn't very often need to use his own abilities. In fact, he nearly detested the idea of relying on the Force. And yet, there were days where it was useful. Today was one of those days, he didn't hear it when it went off, but he could sense something was off. Telekinesis was a basic power, something his Father often had them learn as children through games. "Get down!" He shouted just as he flicked off a telekinetic blast, it wasn't enough to entirely push the shot but enough that it just grazed his colleague.

So much for bringing his friend along, "sit tight, and take this if anyone gets close." Sal handed the man a ring box, and watched him slide it on. The ring had a box, with one pill - and that one pill would be enough to silence him, for life. The Epicanthix headed this time into the house with haste. Inside, Rustlers were still tying up the homeowners. "Party's over friend," Sal had a mind to negotiate with the Rustlers but instead he'd have to do this the hard way.

Withdrawing his revolver from its holster the six shooter dispatched three of the Rustlers with ease. The other two bolted for the second floor, "c'mon, get on out down to the cellar." Properties like this usually had cellars, and it was where he had stashed out in while surveying it. Sal released the homeowners and then flinched when he felt a bullet cross his shoulder. "Boy you better hope you don't miss next time," the Zambrano warned as a fire in his eyes were lit.

[member="Jaina Ventor"]

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Taloraan
Post 17

Ishana took a step back as the Colonel, as he introduced himself as got a look at her. Politely she took the cigar as it was handed to her, "awesome, thank you." She replied with gratitude as he lit the cigar for her. "Nice lighter." The pilot complimented him, she hadn't known many ground pounders in her time since they all sort of blended in together on the battlefield but it was nice meet one in person without the helmet and armor. "Pleasure's all mine, Colonel."

Whatever the big shindig was about, it was going to kick off soon from the way Ishana saw it. "Looks like folks are scrambling about over there," she gestured in on particular direction where the Taloraan help seemed to be moving about with haste. "Last time I saw people in fancy uniforms move this fast was the time the Governor of Lipsec fell on his face at the Summer Games." It was a holovised event, the national games where each planet put forth their best athletes. "Speaking of games, Colonel. You watch any of the boloball or uh, Limmie games?"

She didn't either but it's an ice breaker.

[member="Rolf Amsel"]

 

[Malok]

B Y O O​

En route to Fenessa...

Although a lifetime ago, the Sith Lord yet remembered. How could he not? Memories came and went, fading as time passed, yet some...persisted. Some were carved it upon the very essence of what it meant to be that individual. And thus did Darth Metus remember one of the events which inspired him. Thus did he recall his recruitment into the old, Sith Empire. A smile played upon his lips as the memory danced before his mind's eye. A young Mandalorian faced a Sith Lord...and the result was what one could expect. The youngling was crushed, left dangling in the void of space, and given a choice.

Join or Die.

As the Sith Lord yet lived to tell the tale, it was obvious what choice he made. From thenceforth, he became the apprentice of Gregor Gideon: Hand of the usurper Tyrin Ardik. Under his tutelage did Darth Metus watch a vicious coup unfold...as well as a time of actual progress grip the Empire. But. As with all things driven by ambition, the throne of Dromund Kaas was won by blood. The rule of Emperor Ardik was cut short - the usurper of Voracitos was himself usurped. In the wake of this defeat did his regime crumble, and his supporters scattered on the winds. Now, what was incredible about this collapse was the fate of the Knowledge Ardik had amassed.

According to rumor, a vessel had fled far across the Galaxy carrying an untold number of treasures. Most assumed this meant attempting to leave the Galaxy entirely or the Unknown Regions. But Ardik, among many things, was smart. If he wanted his treasures to be hidden, then it would have behooved him to operate outside of that assumption. And, as Darth Metus' efforts had shown, the Emperor did just that. Although the prize was not found, a fragment was...as if the treasure itself had small pieces scattered all across the stars. That in itself was brilliant, for only Ardik himself would know where each fragment would come to lie.

But for the Sith's purposes, he only needed a fragment of a fragment. And rumor pointed him in the direction of Fenessa. Fortunately, the First Order was operating in this particular cut of space...and so Darth Metus had a comfortable in. What mattered now was descending upon the world and seeing if the whispers were true.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Taloraan
Post 18

Ishana looked over at [member="Rolf Amsel"] and gave him a nod, "excuse me, be right back, gonna go find the missus." She hadn't quite seen where [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] had gotten to, but she would find her. The Balmorran took a drag from her cigar. "Nice, very nice." She had to admit and walked abit away from the Colonel. She paused and got a look around the place before spotting the redhead with a few others and one of note, [member="Kuril Vehn"]. Not that she knew him from anywhere, taking another drag she exhaled. Note to self, give the Colonel a nice bottle of Balmorran Brandy.