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

[Progflaw99]

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Grand Visier's Estate​

Post 11​

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Nils' eyes scanned the room once more as the call for seating went out. He nodded towards Ishana and her friend before turning back towards Madlyn just in time to catch her smile. The pilot returned the gesture, though his ears were decidedly more flushed than they had been just moment prior. It was an interesting development - but a welcome one as the officer didn't really have all the time in the world for social outings. Even technically a state sponsored event, he was glad he'd found an acquaintance worth talking to. Perhaps it was just a perception, but most folks in the upper echelons of the First Order seemed fairly aloof, almost as if they weren't real people but simply faces plastered on posters, actors and actresses used for the state's benefit.

As Madlyn headed towards the dining room, he was close behind - and being the boy he was, couldn't help but admire the trim figure she sported in the modest attire she'd chosen for the event. Forcing his mind back on track, he caught up to her just as she was reaching the table.

"Here, hope you don't mind."​

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He slipped in behind the woman, gently pulling the chair away from the table for her.

"Please, have a seat!"​

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A small rustle of movement caught Nils' eye, his gaze rising. He narrowed his eyes, a certain man's features so familiar and yet he couldn't put a name to it. *Is he an admiral? Must be, he's got the look. Rowe? Rau? Rausgeber. That's it!* As he waited for his new companion to be seated, he raised his voice along with a hand to greet the man.

"Admiral Rausgeber sir, good to see you!"​

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[member="Madlyn Sol"] | [member="Ishana Pavanos"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

When the announcement to head towards the dining room Kaalia was not opposed to enjoying a bite to eat. "It seems so. I'm famished," she whispered back to [member="Ishana Pavanos"] as they start heading towards the dining room. "I wonder what the cooks prepared." The room itself was quite spacious, and was likely a ballroom. Two tables were set and the small group were led towards their seats at one of them.

Remembering the reason she was here in the first place the woman took a quick glance around, seeing nothing on concern at that moment. After all, it was her duty to make sure the Heart of Taloraan would not pose any threat to the people in attendance. Smiling at the servant she took her seat.

[member="Madlyn Sol"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

Taloraan
Grand Vizier's Estate
Post 24

The evening had been spent and Valessia decided to take a seat. She looked over at Colonel [member="Gunther Creed"] and gave him a smile, "come here a moment." She beckoned to him as the noble took her seat near the sitting room. "I suppose we can stay a little longer for dinner and then head back home." The Brentaalan was feeling a little peckish and with the looming war who knew how often she would get the chance to spend with the Epicanthix. She was only nine, maybe ten weeks along in her pregnancy and now wondered where the little blonde waitress had gone off to.

Not that it would matter as dinner was being called, she looked at the Colonel before taking the man's forearm for support to get up to her feet. "Heels were clearly a bad idea today." She whispered as the two walked into the dining room, where she got to see all of those in attendance today. The former Ambassador had laid the ground work for the annexation and as she looked the woman caught sight of [member="Madlyn Sol"]. "She's a bright one," the woman whispers to her beau in quiet as they're seated at the same table as the Grand Moff and other dignitaries.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

The admiral eyed the pilot with an air of caution, he couldn't quite put a face to a name. Carlyle would like to have thought that he was something of a socialite. That he knew the whose who of those within the First Order. However, with an inability to understand whom he was being addressed by, he scanned his body and face for details in an instant. He began to analyse his facial features, to see if he could gauge anything about him. He was lithe, so he couldn't be army. Perhaps he could have worked in logistics, or a pencil pusher. It was more likely if anything that he was navy, some sort of spook, pilot, or even government. But no, not a build for a stormtrooper. A quick look over his face tried to decipher whether or not he was government or not.

Although it was hearsay, Carlyle found looking at a mans face was a good way to see if he or she had been in the wars. And judging by this man's disposition, he had. It wouldn't be until he took a look at his skin, that he realised he was probably navy. Although a good day in the sun could cure it, it was generally agreed upon that one could spot a naval officer or TIE jockey by the glow of their skin. The deeper the paleness, the closer they had been to a stint aboard a destroyer or spaceship. And judging by Brenner, he'd been on one, fairly recently. So Carlyle now had an idea of whom he was dealing with now.

but nonetheless attempted to reciprocate the warmth of the message. "Yes, a pleasure." He extended his hand, and clasped it with Brenner's, giving the man a firm shake, "Quite an occasion we have going on here." Carlyle began, with idle small talk.

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"]

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Taloraan
Grand Vizier's Estate
Post 25

Ishana gave a shrug and whispered as she leaned over and spoke, "hope its something good, otherwise I might as well just smile and nod." Thankfully, for the pilot and all those in attendance the meal that would be served today. Would be to die for, for unbeknownst to them they were seated next to a murder. But oh, murders can be oh so polite although who amoung them would be the killers or the accused would remain to be seen. Although it was noted that the Grand Vizier was running conspiculously late, but his daughter was all smiles. A rather odd thing to note, but the Starfighter looked about the room. "Admirals, Colonels and Grand Moffs, oh my." She joked.

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Madlyn Sol"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] ​

 

[Rexus Wenck]

For Rexus Arnulph Wenck, there was little better in this Galaxy then a good Mid-Rim kebab. And it was on the world of Kyari, that Rexus was doing that. Well, technically in orbit, in the safety of a space station. While on the outside, First Imperial destroyers and their support vessels move to annex the territory, their stormtrooper compliments and TIE jockeys had time for a little r and r. As the First Order moved to annex the territories of the Expansion Worlds, the increased access to food and cultures from across the Galaxy, meant that Rexus could broaden his horizons. Although he had been something of an ignorant, illiterate imbecile when it came to other forms of culture, but in the culinary world, Rexus was quite an educated critic. And now, with a fresh minute to himself, he sat on Kyari III, in a hole in the world joint, near empty hole in the wall on the planet.

As Rexus sat on the comfy leather stool at the bar, he let the exotic spices and herbs being boiled, stewed and fried infect his nostrils. It was exotic, and Rexus loved it. He continued to sip on his beverage, a cup of ice cold, creamy caff, which had iced cream in it. He sat back, and let the soft, almost solid liquid flow through his straw and satiate his thirst. "This, this is real tasty, what do you folks call it?" He asked, calling out to the three kitchen workers. One Rodian, one human, and one Twi'lek respectively.

"It's called Milkcaff," The Twi'lek replied, the smooth Huttese inflection rolling off her tongue, "Would you like another one sir?"

"Oh, oh you have no idea, yes please!" Rexus called out.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Kaalia had to hold in her chuckle as [member="Ishana Pavanos"] whispered into her ear once more, amused by the premise. Leaning towards her she started whispering back. "I am sure it will be delicious. And, if it isn't, we can always get something else afterwards." She saw that [member="Nils Brenner"] had found himself talking to an admiral, and when Ishana mentioned seeing other high-standing individuals with a jokey tone she had to smile a bit. "Something tells me you're not very impressed." Kaalia herself wasn't one to be in awe of people with a higher standing, so it was a thing she had in common with her. "I bet none of them could hold a candle to you in anything they would have to do themselves, miala." The slightest of chuckles that came afterwards couldn't be prevented, but she didn't mind too much.

If Kaalia had to be honest, she could not wait until the event was concluded. Spending alone time with the brunette pilot was what was on her mind, but she definitely didn't want to miss the dinner.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Madlyn Sol"]

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: 8

Rexus continued sipping on the cool milkcaff, he heard some clattering in the kitchen, as well as a flurry of angry words exchanged between the trio of workers. The stormtrooper would have ordinarily had a laugh at the expense of the trio, but instead quietly drank. It wasn't long until the cute purple twi'lek, in her slightly too small kitchen apron, and leeku net came out. She bore goods, bountiful and succulent, a delicious looking spit of meat, vegetables, herbs. The meat, was brown, and apparently some form of bantha.

THe vegetables, were moistened by the thick fat which bubbled right out of the spit of meat. Rexus smirked, and nodded his thanks, before picking it up via the nice, wooden skewer which jutted out. Rexus leaned over his plate, and began to bite into the meat. His yellowed teeth sank into what had once been the chunky thigh of a bantha. Rexus fell in love. It was so sweet, so tender. So delicious. The trooper thrashed his head from side to side, pulling away with a massive chunk of meat between his teeth. He began to swallow it, feeling the meat almost melt in his mouth. "Bloody hell!" The trooper called out, "This, this is one tasty kebab!"

"You like sir?" The Twi'lek chef asked.

"Bloody hell, get me the menu, this is glorious!"

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Bridge of the DRS Shinigami
Objective: Good old piracy
Forces: Various stealth destroyers
People: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Ignatius Rausgeber"] [member="Jaina Ventor"] [member="Sal Zambrano"]

Aedan Miles sighed as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand looking out over his forces as they prepared for yet another hyperspace jump towards the Fenasea he had recieved word from sources of his that the First Order was in the midst of a violent take over which mean certain unsavory types fleeing that would most likely be weighted down by loot that he would collect for the use of his clan. As it was he had scrambled the smallest portion of his ships that were stealth capable and set course at once but being stealthy also meant more hyperspace jumps to circumvent any kinds of early warning systems that may be in place. After all five ships while hidden by stealth still made a ripple in the galaxy for people to find. Finally his ships entered hyperspace and he leaned back a small savage grin on his lips soon the fools who called themselves pirates and criminals would meet the Pirate King who was here to bring their reckoning. Knowing that someone he wouldn't want to fight may already be there Aedan sent a simple message in advance of his arrival Darth Metus the man also known as Isley Verd would understand the message as a way of saying he would be available if help was needed. "The Pirate King comes to commandeer from those who flee. If you need a hand just call we may have spare time."

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post 9

Rexus continued to gnaw on the kebab, his teeth tearing through the meat, as he tasted the delicious, spicy tang of Core world spices, and herbs mixed together to create a truly captivating experience. The soldier smiled, as he tore through the kebab, the meat becoming more and more tender as he continued to chew through it. In the Unknown Regions and Outer Rim, kebabs like this were usually chewy, had bits of muscle sinew which meant that you'd often have to slice and dice the motherkarker like a stabbing victim. But rather than perform an autopsy here, Rexus found that he was instead, easily and amply able to to tear through it.

The vegetable strips which insulated the outside were some of the best parts, offering a nice, salty gravitas to the otherwise sweetened meat. As Rexus began to finish, up the meal, he gently laid the exposed skewer on the table. He suppressed the urge to belch, and looked over the space station diners next meal. THere was a burger advertised, with a crispened patty, and a nice soft bun. Buns that would feel as smooth as a babes rump. Rexus called out to the trio of cooks, "Oi, I'll have me another milkcaff, and a uh, royale with cheese please." He reached to his belt, and gently deposited some credits next to his plate, paying for the meal, and giving his cooks, a little tip on the side.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Post 2
Location: Bridge of the DRS Shinigami
Objective: Piracy of the highest degree
People: NOne at the moment.

Aedan sent a quick message to each ship in his force they were to split up once exiting hyperspace so that they could begin the process of bringing glory and riches to his clan. Laughing as the white lines outside the view port turned into the white speckled black background of space he gestured as the ships moved his ship moving towards the planet Fenessa where it would take out any would be major criminal leaving the planet while the others spread outwards some targeting rich looking and obviously fleeing vessels others checking IFF codes with company backgrounds for any company owned by a rival of Aedan so they could take it. Some ships would be ransomed back empty with their crews others would completely vanish permanently seemingly into the abyss that was space. Aedan kept track of each ships location on the large holographic map of the system watching each one move and stop according to their raids.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post 10

“Would you like your patty rare, medium rare, or roasted?” The Twi’lek asked, having returned to Rexus with a small pad, and stylus. Her soft green eyes locked with the stormtrooper’s as he considered his options. He scratched his chin, and nodded.

“You know, I’m gonna have this thing rare,” he announced, “With a bit extra on the rellerd mayo, and the nicest cheese you’ve got.” He ordered, “If you don’t mind of course,” He added with a playful smile.

The Twi’lek nodded, “With another choco milkcaff?” She asked, “Or would you prefer to try one of our other flavours?” She quizzed.
Rexus nodded, and looked at the menu again, “Uh, do you do caramel?” He asked, “I’ve always wanted caramel.”

“Alright, a nice royale burger, rare with extra rellerd mayo and the kings cheese.” The Twi’lek replied, scooping up Rexus’ plates, and moving them into the kitchen. "With another milkcaff, caramel flavoured." She glanced up at Rexus for confirmation, which he gave with a nod of his head. Satisfied, she placed the datapad in a pocket. “Expect your order in a good ten to twenty sir.”

 

[Aedan Miles]

Post 3
Location: Bridge of the DRS Shinigami
Objective: Piracy of the highest degree
People: NOne at the moment.

Aedan laughed to himself as his ship opened fire on the flagship of a supposed pirate lord from this sector he knew the First Order would probably be a bit upset with someone taking this job upon themselves but he also knew they couldn't care less for this common criminals who were barely able to call themselves such. Watching as the Shinigami-class fired upon the vessel ruthlessly taking out its shields in a matter of minutes before starting on its engines he nodded towards the ground commander who would work as the boarding commander for this time being. The female zabrak nodded back with a savage grin as she sent word for the boarding crews to launch in their shuttles fighters already screening the meager squadron that the pirate lord had launched. Aedan could hear the man screaming threats and obscenities at him over the still open communications link that he had encrypted on his end.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post 11

Rexus sat back and looked around his surroundings the space station was a sparsely decoured or decorated place. The large glasteel windows, which showcased dozens of TIE fighters performing air superiority patrols, were dirty and grimy. Of course Kyari below glinted, like a gem beneath it all, but it still wasn’t a pleasant place to be.

The lights were bright, but in the same way a public toilet was. The deck plating was rusted in some places, and carried scorch marks from either some sort of blaster fire, or some form of fires. The staff of the station also didn’t carry any real, uniforms or decorum. They were essentially over glorified mall cops. All of whom wore a neat blue tunic. Though the quality of their attire was questionable at best in some respects.

Rexus noted a large gammorean woman, attired in one doing her rounds. It was about three sizes too small for her. The garment squeezed tight around her bubous stomach, and the trouser length strained gratuitously against her chubby thunder thighs. That being said so, although the rest of her appearance made Rexus want to gag, her rump was of some interest to the stormtrooper. Even if he would never, ever, ever want to hit that.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Post 4
Location: Bridge of the DRS Shinigami
Objective: Piracy of the highest degree
People: NOne at the moment.

Aedan snorted as his boarding crews reported that they had boarded leaving the rest to the men in charge he turned his attention to the map as three ships changed their IFF codes to one that signified to Aedan they had been taken by his men before they all moved to jump to hyperspace two more ships thusly marked staying near the rest of his forces their holds clearly not full. This was turning out to be a fairly profitable raid if it required more work to get equal pay to what he usually got. Spinning a small black figurine in his fingers Aedan smirked looking down at what resembled the piece to an antique board game colored black with an odd design. The Black King was the most important piece in a game of tactics and Aedan was debating on taking a new title for himself eventually after having found the piece and taken to the habit of carrying it with him. It helped him focus serving as a method of drawing his attention away from thoughts unnecessary and back to the present tasks.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post 12

The Twi’lek waitress returned, daintily carrying a nice glass of a golden, frothy substance. Rexus’ milkcaff had arrived, “Order up sir.” She said with a smile pursing her lips, “You do realise sir, that if you drink any more of those, you’re liable to urinate yourself, right?”

“Piss myself?” Rexus asked with a chuckle, “As if I’d ever piss myself,” He waved off her caution, “I once held it in for three whole days once,” He added, “There is no bloody way that I will have some nice drink like this, make me piss myself.” He laughed as she walked away, shaking her head.

“Suit yourself sir!” She called out as she returned to the kitchen. Rexus began to slide the straw into his mouth, and suckled. The sweet, sweet taste of milkcaff invigorated him. While the kebab had tasted sweet thanks to the various sauces, and herbs which the meat had marinated in, the milkcaff was something else.

The tender taste of caramel was strong for sure, but not yet overpowering. Its bubbly texture, and the light nature of it as a liquid, made Rexus’ heart soar. It was as if the cold, dead, devious organ, had received new life. As if it had been liberated. The stormtrooper’s eyes fluttered, as he put his glass down, with a clink on the metal.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Fenessa
Post 26
BYOO

Sal adjusted the brim of his hat while hiking up the mountain just off to the side of [member="Darth Metus"]. Unaware of who was watching the Dark Lord, not that he was too worried. He had heard stories of Metus and if they were anything go by, the Epicanthix felt more than comfortable where we was now. From the feel of things, didn't seem like Metus was the talkin' type which was just fine for Sal. The man put a hand into his vest and dug around before pulling out a flask. "Ever get a swig of Panathan Moonshine? It's been known to grow hair on your chest, or in some cases knock it right off." He said with jest as he opened the flask and took a swig. Even as he opened it, the stetch of the alcohol was strong wafting around him.

 

[Ignatius Rausgeber]

Post 13

The FOSB agent approached the Sith Lord, and the other man. Ignatius wasn't as tall, or as well muscled as the duo, though he was better dressed than the two. Attired in a First Order officer cap, as well as the short, sharp tunic. "Gentlemen," He began, taking off his cap, and smiling, "I am Ignatius Rausgeber," He began, intruding on their discussion about moonshine. "Apologies for the intrusion," He added, "I do admit, I am, not one for moonshine, or other such, debaucheries." He admitted.

"However, I must say, the handiwork displayed by the two of you, was quite something." He looked more so at Metus than at the Zambrano, "The work you performed there, was, dare I say it?" he asked, with a chuckle, "God like." Ignatius paused, and then eyed the two men, "I have not been clear as to my purpose. And my purpose here, is that I contract you." He began, "We understand you are familiar with these criminals, and as to eliminate the criminal element, and preserve the free enterprise of this region, we, and by we, I mean the First Order, would like to employ you as mercenaries."

[member="Sal Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Fenessa
Objective: Build an orbital trading station
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Jaina Ventor"] [member="Sal Zambrano"] @Ignatius Raisgeber
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 1/37

When the First Order finally acknowledged what Star Tours did on Kaeshana and Gilaria, it was time for the business to resume in First Order space, and this time, since Fenessa was known to be a small-time Wild West kind of world, much like Zonju V was, there was no need to use something too big for this new First Order-sponsored project. With that said, the Polydroxol collected all the components from one of those kits used as orbital trade outposts precisely for planets of that sort, from Meran Mechanics, unlike the Mirial and Gilaria projects. Once the Maersk of Lanteeb made its final approach towards Fenessa, they double-checked the inventory of stock to make sure that any issues woul dbe resolved quickly: time was of the eseence here and she knew it. Upon reverting to realspace over Fenessa, it was really quick to locate the main inhabtied landmasses, and she just wanted to orbit places close by those, but some distance away should the thing crash onto the planet.

"Commence deployment of the orbital trade outpost!"

"Roger, roger" Merrily acknowledged, while the main cargo hatch of the ship opened to reveal prefabricated orbital station components.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Post 5
Location: Bridge of the DRS Shinigami
Objective: Piracy of the highest degree
People: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Sal Zambrano"] [member="Ignatius Rausgeber"]

Aedan smirked as he saw another ship leaving ignoring the ships that seemed to be guiding trade stations into place clearly these people had been cleared by the First Order sighing as he realized he had missed most of the bigger fish already he stood making his way to the hangar and a shuttle calling over his shoulder. "Someone has the helm I am going down to the surface to get something to drink and speak to an old friend. Oh yeah once that ship is dealt with gather all stealth ships in sector four and go ahead and open the booze. Send a wing of fighters to escort our bounty to the the rest of our fleet." Boarding a shuttle Aedan sat in one of the more opulent seats than he would usually use the members of the Knights of Bogan finishing boarding as the shuttle took off as a force of habit Aedan never went anywhere alone he generally had at least a token force such as this as a guard. Looking out the window nearest him the young pirate stretched smirking darkly today had been fairly profitable to him and his clan. Contacting the pilots he instructed them to head to the homestead it appeared Darth Metus had landed at the stealth shuttle disabling its stealth field as it flew over the homestead coming to a landing a bit away from what appeared to be a decent sized gathering of people. Slowly walking down the ram with his pirate attire on Aedan cracked his neck looking around calmly before raising a hand in greeting towards Metus and walking over his eyes flickering around at the signs of a gunfight that had very recently taken place.