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[Marlon Sularen]

G O D_I S_D E A D

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
ATRISIA, CORE WORLDS

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The Third Death Star. The Superweapon conceived by Darth Solipsis and his Imperial cronies within his Galactic Empire, had been destroyed. What they had envisioned to be their ultimate weapon that would force the galaxy into submission was gone. The Battle for Atrisia, a battle that had seen half a dozen galactic governments unite to halt the relentless advance of the Galactic Empire had predictably ended in a victory for the Anti-Imperial Coalition, with the Galactic Empire's fleets scattered and their Stormtrooper Legions shattered.

Yet even with this victory, Sularen knew very well that this was just the beginning. Atrisia was the final nail that sealed the fate of the old galactic order and now a massive political shift was underway which would shape the future of the galaxy for decades to come. The question now was who would come on top amongst the various galactic governments scattered across the galaxy.

In the aftermath of the Battle for Atrisia, Marlon Sularen found himself visiting the site of the Third Death Star's wreckage on the surface of Atrisia. His Fleet lingered in orbit, still searching for any remnants of the Galactic Empire and Black Sun that might have been left behind and to serve as both a deterrent and a declaration, that their intervention was the difference that prevented the Death Star III from coming close to destroying Atrisia.

Still even with this victory, the Supreme Commander couldn't help but think about how a large amount of Imperials had fallen in line with Darth Solipsis including those who had once denounced him and all Sith who sought to co-opt the Imperial ideology for their own personal gains and ambitions. In addition to this, Solipsis had already failed twice before, first with the Brotherhood of the Maw and again the Galactic Empire. To even side with him was pure insanity, a complete rejection of order and reason and yet still many had chosen him over the more rational Imperial Confederation.

Nevertheless, even if individuals flocked to the Galactic Empire in far greater numbers then the Imperial Confederation, Sularen would continue doing what he needed to do. To ensure that his vision for Imperialism triumphed over that of Solipsis and to bring order, reason and stability to a broken galaxy through any means necessary.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

Marlon Sularen

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The wreckage of the Third Death Star sprawled across the scorched surface of Atrisia. Scherezade deWinter stepped across twisted metal and glowing fissures of molten debris, boots crunching over scorched plating. She had just returned to the area from a post-war feast with her DeathDrop crew, and now hunger of a different kind drove her forward.

She didn't bother to hide herself either visually or through the Force. She had fought on the winning side, and that gave her a certain liberties as far as she was concerned. Whoever else was still around, they all were welcome to see or notice her if they cared to. But no one did. The Sithling didn't need to blend in. She thrived on exposure, on the tension of being both predator and spectacle.

Her blood hound senses, usually a flawless map of the living and the bleeding, were useless here. Anything worth hunting had burned to ash in the death star's fiery collapse, leaving only echoes and cinders. Still, she moved with purpose, scanning, sniffing, feeling the Force brush along her skin in faint, fractured waves. She was looking for… something? She didn't know what, but instinct hummed beneath her awareness, an itch she couldn't ignore.

Her Tessen, the gift she had carried since her time on Asteria, rested in her hand, spinning idly. The curved metal glinted in the dim starlight, reflecting shards of flame from ruptured hulls and molten wreckage. A weapon for precision, for sudden, chaotic violence… The royal family of Atrisia had understood her when they'd commissioned the weapon for her so long ago.

Every so often, she crouched, examining a scorch mark, a burned container, a fragment of hypermatter conduit. There were traces of something left behind, evidence of the Empire's arrogance, and perhaps of those who had survived the final destruction.

Scherezade moved forward, deliberately, with the certainty of someone who didn't need to question why she was there. Whatever it was she was sensing, feeling… It'd call for her when she was close enough. She had a good feeling about it.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

G O D_I S_D E A D

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
ATRISIA, CORE WORLDS

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As Sularen navigated through the unstable broken hallways of the Third Death Star he passed by a couple of rooms or at least what was left of them, all of which appeared to be offices that had once been utilized by high-ranking officials stationed onboard the Death Star. Then after rounding a corner, he came upon a massive hole that once was an simple doorway which lead to a large room, most likely the byproduct of an explosion triggered by the destruction of the Death Star as evidenced by the large gaps on the floor.

After carefully making his way into the large room avoiding the weakest points of the already unstable floor beneath him, Sularen quickly realized that he had stepped into the overbridged of the Third Death Star as evidenced by the broken security posts and command stations along with the shattered horizontal viewscreen. Upon this realization the Supreme Commander couldn't help but throw a little chuckle. It was here that Admiral Remus Adair had threatened him and made arrogant declarations in the name of his so-called Emperor.

"So much for that Absolute Will" he muttered to himself. If only the Admiral had gone down with the Third Death Star, he could stare down at his corpse and proclaim that he'd won and that his will had triumphed over that of his Emperor. Still the destruction of the Third Death Star and scattering of the Galactic Empire's Fleet was a satisfactory victory that was enough shatter the delusions of that Admiral, dead or alive.

Finally the Supreme Commander took a few final careful steps positioning himself a few meters away from the destroyed viewport which unironically gave him an ideal view of Atrisia's landscape. This was perhaps one of his greatest triumphs yet, to stand the ruins upon the very superweapon that had been built by his enemies, which they then threatened to utilize to destroy him. And this was only the beginning of more victories to come.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

The cracked metal groaned under her weight long before she came into view. The sound was unmistakable, her steps deliberately tapping through the wreckage as though she wasn't worried about the consequences of being heard. Scherezade rarely felt the need to sneak. Certainly not here.

The Tessen flicked open in her hand with a soft metallic whisper as she stepped through what remained of a side corridor, the scorched durasteel arch bowed inward. Her boots hit the overbridge floor with enough force to send dust drifting in lazy spirals around her.

Marlon Sularen wasn't alone anymore.

"Hell of a view," she said, voice carrying easily across the fractured command deck, all light and fluffy. "Shame it cost what, about a million lives and a planet's consecutive 20[SUP]th[/SUP] trauma to get it?" Her tone was casual, though the words weren't. Scherezade walked toward him, not threatening, not deferential. Just present. Uninvited but not unwelcome. A creature of war with no uniform to justify her being there. But that had never stopped her before, so she saw no reason for it to stop her now.

The Tessen snapped shut with another soft click as she surveyed the area. Charred consoles. Dead wiring. A command throne split clean in half. The ghost of Imperial arrogance hung over everything like smoke.

A breeze slipped through the shredded hull, stirring her hair. She blinked at him, glowing green eyes full of almost childlike playfulness, and then she smiled as though they were meeting at a street market instead of inside a dead superweapon.

"So…" she said, brows lifting, "you part of the cleanup crew, or just sightseeing the apocalypse?" Her head tilted, studying him like he'd just become the most interesting thing in the area. "Either way, you're standing exactly where I need to walk through. I really hope it's not because you're going to try to stop me from sniffing around."

 

[Marlon Sularen]

G O D_I S_D E A D

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
ATRISIA, CORE WORLDS

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"Hell of a view, Shame it cost what, about a million lives and a planet's consecutive 20[SUP]th[/SUP] trauma to get it?"

"Far too much for a bunch of Fake Imps hellbent on galactic conquest." Sularen responded. As the individual who spoke to him stepped into overbridge of the Third Death Star, the Imperial Supreme Commander proceeded to slowly turn around his hands still clasped behind his back as he stood to address whoever had spoken to him. She appeared young, most likely in her 20s with green eyes and long brown hair, and most certainly was someone Sularen had never met before.

She did not appear hostile nor did she show any hostile intention although you could never be so sure, especially when you were standing admist the wreckage of the superweapon that had been once wielded by your enemies. But at the very least that meant he wasn't in immediate danger, although that still left Sularen curious about why she was here and whether she was aligned with any of the factions that had recently partaken in the great battle for Atrisia.

"So… you part of the cleanup crew, or just sightseeing the apocalypse? Either way, you're standing exactly where I need to walk through. I really hope it's not because you're going to try to stop me from sniffing around."

"Just enjoying the fruits of my labor." Sularen simply responded, hunting that he had a part in the destruction of the Third Death Star, which he did considering his Fleet had prevented it from targeting Atrisia while also unleashing a devastating bombardment against the Death Star that further contributed towards the Galactic Empire's ultimate defeat at Atrisia.

Sularen then stepped aside, leaving the woman to seek out what she sought to find, whatever it was although he doubted there was anything left intact within this section of the Third Death Star. "I don't mind. It's not like there is anything interesting left intact to salvage from this wreck." he responded. "What about you, why are you here?"

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