Faction Imperial Confederation | March of Triumph

[COMMAF]

THE MARCH OF TRIUMPH


A NEW ERA HAS BEGUN!!

In the wake of the climatic BATTLE OF ATRISIA and the subsequent collapse of the GALACTIC ALLIANCE, the balance of power has shifted throughout the galaxy. The old order, once dominated by the Galactic Alliance and the SITH ORDER now faces the rise of new galactic governments all eager to climb to the top of the ladder and herald forth a new galactic order.

Among these galactic governments are the IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION which has been elevated to new heights through their contributions at Atrisia, having played a key role in the destruction of the THIRD DEATH STAR deployed by the GALACTIC EMPIRE. To capitalize on its growing prestige and rally its people through this new age, the IMPERIAL RULING COUNCIL has organized a grand military parade on NEW ALDERAAN in a display of overwhelming might and unwavering resolve..

However in the shadows of celebration, old rivals linger and new threats stir as the Confederation has much work to be done before it can truly establish itself as the galaxy’s next Superpower. Whether it will succeed or not will be up to the brave personnel of the Confederation who will not hesitate to answer the call to arms and do whatever is necessary to ensure the Confederation’s rise to power….

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Throughout New Aldera, the Imperator Corps carries out a grand military parade with soldiers marching along the streets of the Imperial Capital accompanied by Imperial Droids and Vehicles in a grand display of the Confederation’s overwhelming might and unwavering resolve.

Whether you are a mere citizen of the Confederation or a member of any branch of the Confederation itself, enjoy the festivities and engage with your fellow Confederate Imperials in order to show your support for the Imperial Armed Forces in their mission to bring Order to the Galaxy.

While the Imperator Corps marches through the streets of New Aldera, a private social event is held elsewhere within the Old Moff’s Palace where high-ranking personnel of the Confederation are invited to mingle and socialize.

Here as one of the top officials within the Confederation you can converse with your fellow peers and discuss your plans and projects to advance the Imperial cause or simply talk about the geopolitical and economic state of the Confederation. Whatever the subject is, this is the perfect place to get your peers more involved with the advancement of the Confederation.

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[Rieva "Killshot" Alonn]

The roar of repulsors rose in a perfectly timed crescendo as the TIE formation screamed overhead, their shadows slicing across the avenue like blades. Rieva "Killshot" Alonn marched below them in lockstep with the rest of the flight officers, her crisp black uniform immaculate, boots reflecting the early-morning lights of the parade route.

She did not smile. She did not wave. Duty had no room for spectacle.

Her gaze remained forward, expression carved from stone - cool, analytical, unyielding. Every detail of the parade was a report waiting to be written: discipline in the ranks, mechanical precision, civilian response. Nothing escaped her attention.

When the procession finally reached it's end point, the brass band swelling into it's final triumphant note, Killshot peeled away from her unit with clean efficiency. Other pilots were already gathering near the staging area, loosening their posture now that the ceremony was done. Killshot adjusted her gloves, exhaled once through her nose, and stepped toward them.

Not to relax but to observe.
To assess.
To ensure the Empire’s standards did not slip for even a heartbeat.

Her reputation as Killshot wasn’t because she was friendly. It was because she never missed.

Tags: OPEN

 

[Eirys Santhe]

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New Alderaan, Outer Rim systems;
The Imperial Confederation, Santhe Corporation.
Tags: Vyllia Sancetti | Marlon Sularen | Karl Von Strauss | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Ronhar Tane | Open for interactions.

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There was once-upon-a-time when the Santhe Corporation were the largest, most economically powerful, and political conglomerate across Lianna. Second now, perhaps third, behind the N&Z Umbrella Corporation and certainly to the Imperial military industrial complex that Sularen had worked tirelessly to revive after the second Imperial occupation had been declared across the former territories of the Empire of the Lost.

Quietly, Eirys held (in contempt) many others for this problem.

Blame, first and foremost, was held towards her cousin. Vyllia Sancetti, who was the former matriarch of the Santhe family, left Imperial space a long time ago now, and with her she took Santhe's most profitable subsidiary in the form of Santhe/Sienar Technologies. The company had been with them for over a millennia to a point that Eirys herself did not know how it had been acquired by her family, and none of her living (or recently deceased) relatives knew how either. What they do know is that it is now in the hands of House Sancetti and that is primarily the contributing reason why Santhe Corporation is no longer the conglomerate it once was.

Second was afforded to Vyllia's husband, a Tapani noble from the Colonies, who was a former Moff in the defunct Empire of the Lost and a key figurehead in the disastrous Kilran regime who had folded like a wet paper towel after an incident in the Sartinaynian system. As far as Eirys was concerned Maldor was a crook whose family had been living off the designs and contributions of her company for far too long. Not only had the man overseen the fall of the old order (leading to Santhe Corporation incurring massive losses with thanks to contracts and orders that were not paid for in full) but had helped abscond with part of her legacy to settle on a world that, as far as Eirys was concerned, had been bombed by one of his star destroyers.

In short, Eirys thought Maldor Sancetti was evil, and his wife a word far too expletive for these readers eyes. At least, she felt it sometimes. It is an odd thing to hate your relatives. There are days that you love them, and others that you do not, particularly when you have the type of grievances and estrangeness Eirys has with Vyllia.

Thirdly, and lastly, Eirys considered the name 'Kilran' to taste something vile on the tongue. You need only know about the Siege of Tion to fully epitomize how disastrous the Eggman (and later on, his daughter) were to her homeland and the other surrounding star sectors. At least von Strauss was putting it all back together up until recently. The investigation launched into his decision to enact 'Special Measure EX-42A' had made the markets turbulent. Things were just beginning to mend themselves, even after Brosi, but was removing the Empress (from power) the right way to go about it? Perhaps the apple has not fallen too far from the tree after all. Eirys knew about Aculia Voland and what Velran Kilran had done to become Emperor. von Strausss, among others, have been apart of the old guard. It paid to have friends in high places to learn about these type of things.

Eirys was a little bit hopeful to see Vyllia today despite her mixed feelings. New Alderaan is several parsecs away from Bastion but the invitation had been made nevertheless. There is a conflict stirring somewhere in Eirys heart that she hasn't spent the time to figure out yet. Dinner at the Bloodfin venue had been fun, and it was an opportunity to talk with someone she had heard praised growing up out at Melford. Vyllia had been striking, and spoke with the authority of a seasoned woman. She had also been kind, and the conversation hadn't been difficult, at least for her. But you do not need to be Force-sensitive to know something is bubbling beneath the surface even as the two had wined and dined in one of Bastion's top restaurants and God help the day it simmers to boil over.

Nevertheless the venue, held in the old Palace, was an opportunity a corpo cannot ignore, particularly when the key players are here in attendance. Since Santhe corps revival Eirys has been busy pioneering the type of technology and upgrades that had once made her conglomerate more than just a company but an entity which could rival governments. If only she could speak to Sularen face-to-face and tell him about the Aegis line she was hopeful to circulate among his military forces. New upgrades were available for his naval forces and transports from a new top-of-the-line tech if the price was right.

As she waits to see whether her cousin has travelled all this way, back closer to home than Vyllia has been a long time (before the incident) and to see if she can chat the ear off Commander Sularen, Eirys couldn't help but look outside past the window into the streets where the Imperial march proclaiming their victory over the Galactic Empire which has taken the Core Worlds. A noisy affair, but Eirys grew up in an ecumenopolis, and she's used to the noise. But it isn't everyday you get to see a spectacle like this one...

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[Vyllia Sancetti]

Objective: Test the Waters
Location: Moff's Palace, New Aldera, New Alderaan
Outfit: Party Dress
Accompanied by: Shyra Calipsa
Tag: Eirys Santhe | OPEN

Vyllia sighed as she leaned back in the luxury speeder that had been rented to take her from the private starport to the Moff's Palace. She was quite surprised when an invitation was presented to her for this event. It had been some time since Vyllia had retreated from nearby Lianna to the other side of the Outer Rim in Bastion. Vyllia hadn't left because she was at odds with any authorities. An attempt had been made on her life. As time passed since the event it was looking more and more likely that the attempt was funded if not planned by members of her own family.

Being the primary owner and point at the top of the decision pyramid for Santhe-Sienar Technologies, Vyllia made the decision to keep the intellectual assets of the company from any who had plotted against her. As a result the company left the Santhe family of companies and was now a part of the combined company of House Sancetti Conglomerate, which was formed combining the companies controlled by Vyllia and her husband Maldor when their union formed and new noble family within the Diarchy and Tapani. Vyllia had never meant to withdraw support from Lianna or The Imperial Confederation, however it was extremely difficult to know who could be trusted.

"Are you sure you are safe?" Vyllia's cousin and current head designer at Santhe-Sienar, Kyallia Santhe ,asked over a holoconnection.

"Don't over react. I have Shyra here with me and the Confederation still holds friends for me who would not want an assassination to take place during their big celebration," Vyllia responded. "To my knowledge Eirys will be the only Santhe present. I am very confident in my safety."

"I wish Maldor could have gone with you," Kyallia continued with a sigh. "Our investigations have not exactly cleared Eirys from culpability in the attempt on your life. If she is present, I'm not sure that you are safe."

"Your cousin's safety is my only concern for the evening and until we return to Bastion. You can trust her to that," Vyllia's bodyguard responded with a bit of a snippy tone. The cousins nodded at each other and seemed convinced now. They offered a silent goodbye and the connection was ended.

Vyllia exited the speeder. With Shyra right behind her, the matriarch of House Sancetti entered the palace. She nodded and greeted any who recognized her. Vyllia really didn't know what to expect from the night. She was sure to run into her cousin, who had extended the invitation. Perhaps she would have a chance to talk with Karl Von Strauss or some of the other decision makers within the Confederation. Business for Vyllia had been mostly within the Diarchy, but she knew that there was always room to expand, and many here tonight knew her products were of the highest quality.

 

[General Antio Way’lurr]

PLAYING AS Bido Roz’lyn | Daro Roz’yrn | | General Antio Way’lurr in this post

General Antio Way'lurr = navy blue
Objective: CHAMPAGNE AND SCHEMES
OPEN TO ALL

Marine Sergeant Daro Roz'yrn = camo green
Objective: A CELEBRATION OF ORDER
OPEN TO ALL

Flight Officer Bido Roz'lyn = girly pink
Objective: A CELEBRATION OF ORDER
Tag: Rieva "Killshot" Alonn​

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All three dorneans stood perfectly at attention as they watched ranks and rows of imperial soldiers and vehicles slowly roll down the street in a crawling procession. Each of them peered at the military assets with scrutiny, but neither of the other two were as critical as Daro Roz’yrn . Bido Roz’lyn and General Antio Way’lurr were certainly experienced officers, but what they were looking at were ground forces. Bido and Antio were a fighter pilot and a navy officer, respectively, while Daro was a seasoned marine sergeant. If anyone knew what to look for in the Confederate army, it was him and his 200 years of experience of wading through the mud of hundreds of worlds.

After a long time of watching well-drilled troops and units March down the streets, Bido and Antio looked at Daro expectantly, an unspoken question in the air between them. To their surprise, he was no longer looking at the parade, and was instead cleaning his finger nails. Without looking up, he answered the silent question casually, "we wouldn't stand a chance."

Bido and Antio exchanged looks, and they could see in each other's faces that they had been thinking the same thing. Antio replied first, "Daro, we were never here to size them up. We're here to see if they can help us rebuild and protect our home."

Bido looked back at Daro who was still cleaning his nails and huffed annoyed through her snout, "Daro, stop picking your finger nails! We need to make a good impression, here."

Daro ignored her complaints, but dropped his hand to look at them both more seriously, "I'm not talking about their military, you bilge rats. Economically."

The other two furrowed their brow quills in confusion, so Daro explained, "well, I can see how Bido wouldn't know. She never served an empire before. But you, Antio, should have noticed. Mind you, maybe you didn't spend as much time with the Dobsons as I did.

"Take a look at their hardware. A close look." When the other two dorneans narrowed their keen eyes to observe the tanks, fighters and guns with closer scrutiny, and kept looking in vain, Daro finally spelled it out, "N&Z logos. On everything. Well, almost everything."

It took a moment, but suddenly, Antio clued in "a contract monopoly. But how does that… oh."

"Oh." Bido repeated as it clued in for her as well, "well, it's not a total monopoly. I do see a few more brands in the mix, but you're right. They're not gonna want to give up any market share. Which is something we're gonna need if we're going to make it as a state of the Confederation."

Antio thought for a moment before speaking, taking charge, "That's not a problem. I can handle that in the negotiations. You two are better off doing some recon. Mingle with lower ranking members of the imperial military. Check moods, gather gossip, spread good vibes, enjoy the party. You get the idea. Learn what you can on your own initiative. But try not to make enemies. These imperials are going to claim our sector whether we are friends or not."

Bido nodded and scanned the crowd. She had been watching a group of pilots in the parade, marching with precision before they reached a rest area. As they broke formation to take a breather, one such pilot ( Rieva "Killshot" Alonn ) seemed to stand out above the others. Her movements spoke of precision and scrutiny. And total discipline. Something told Bido that this woman was likely a creature of brutal honesty and directness. A good source of information if approached correctly.

"I got my target" Bido announced. With an affirming nod from Antio, she peeled off to intercept the imperial pilot, hoping to get close enough to catch her eye.

With Bido out of earshot, Antio glowered at Daro, "for the love of the gods, please stay out of trouble."

Daro grinned through his tusks, "oh I'll behave myself. But I can't speak for whoever finds me."

"Finds you?" questioned Antio.

"I'm a Marine. If I sit somewhere in the open and appear conspicuous, I'll likely draw in the attention of some imperial tough guy that sees my presence as a challenge. I'll probably be challenged in some way. I'll accept. Then we'll be friends. It's how marines operate."

General Antio cocked an eyebrow, unconvinced of Daro's hare-brained logic, "Am I going to regret bringing you along?"

Daro grinned mischievously, saluted his superior with a confidence that scared Antio and walked towards an outdoor eatery (where he would be visible to everyone), yelling over his shoulder, "you'll have to wait and see!"

Antio sighed, straightening his uniform, set his shoulders, and then set off for the Grand Moff's Palace. There, he would hope to be granted access within, and hopefully have a chance to meet some high profile officials, and get a vibe of his own for how this Imperial Confederation would receive his people…

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
OBJECTIVE I: A CELEBRATION OF ORDER
NEW ALDERA

"Formation! Formation! Formation!", Ronhar bellowed as dozens of Junktroopers, Coretroopers and various other Imperial personnel scrambled toward their final positions.

If he was being honest, Ronhar had never really been a fan of military parades. Despite all the pomp and circumstance surrounding them, he couldn't help but see these events as little more than a massive waste of time. Between the months of intensive planning and hours of marching, drilling and dress preparation for the soldiers, Ronhar could think of at least a dozen more productive things he could be doing with his time.

Still, he had to admit that this time such a parade was appropriate, given the situation. After all, the Imperial Confederation had done the seemingly impossible, beating back the advance of the Galactic Empire and destroying their fabled "Third Death Star" in the process. Such an achievement was not something to be taken lightly, and in Ronhar's humble opinion, should be celebrated throughout the entire galaxy, not just within the Imperial Confederation.

Still, he would have to settle for the adoring throngs and masses lining the streets of New Aldera. Though Ronhar himself had not been present during the fleet engagement, he and his men had played a critical role in defending the planet of Atrisia from the Empire's attack, preventing them from gaining a foothold on the planet where they could have theoretically continued their offensive despite the losses sustained by their fleet. For his part in the defense of the planet, Ronhar had been asked to carry the banner of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant alongside that of the Confederation, and honor which he readily agreed to.

For this occasion, Ronhar had been lent a very special set of armor, something called Antique Trooper Armor. It was apparently one of a kind and exceedingly expensive, and was going to be sold at an upcoming N&Z Umbrella Corporation auction. Though it wasn't really his style, Ronhar had to admit that the armor was something special, and he thought it was a shame to let it leave Mahporeem's possession. Still, business was business no matter how you looked at it, and Ronhar was certain the armor would fetch a high price.

Behind him stood the legions of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant in all their glory. Hundreds of Salvage Troopers, Alien Stromtroopers, Wookiee Troopers, Storm Commandos, ARC Troopers and Chrome Guardians were standing by, ready to march out at a moments notice. They were "supported" by a variety of war machines, such as IAAT/Rs, TIE Crushers, AT-AAWs, TIE Walkers, AT-ACs and even some AT-TLs. Sure, not all of these models had necessarily been present on the battlefield, but it didn't matter. It was a damn fine display to look at, and a damn expensive one to boot. Ronhar wondered who would be footing the bill, especially if the Remnant decided to do a flyover of any sort during the parade.

His thoughts were cut short by the sounds of blaring klaxons. The signal! It was time to get going.

Ronhar hefted his banner and began marching in step as the rest of the Imperial Remnant forces started following suit. Today, everyone here would know the name "Mahporeem Imperial Remnant" if they hadn't already, and they would see firsthand just what the Imperial Remnant was capable of!

TAGS:
OPEN

 

[Wilhelm Vonreg]

M A R C H_O F_T R I U M P H
Objective I : A Celebration of Order

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
NEW ALDERAAN, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Vonreg watched as soldiers marched along the streets of New Aldera accompanied by droids and vehicles while TIEs screeched overhead in a grand display of Imperial Power. The Confederation had just dealt a major blow to the Galactic Empire at Atrisia and had shattered the perception of weakness that most of the other galactic powers had cast upon it. Even then Vonreg knew well just like most other Imperials that Atrisia was just the beginning. If the Confederation was truly become a proper galactic power worth respecting, then it needed more victories to further prove their strength and power.

Still it was nice to relax for once, after constant missions along the Perlemian Trade Route hunting down Black Sun-affiliated Pirates and Smugglers in response to the hike of criminal activity along that Trade Route. Spending more time with his fellow pilots was also nice, as it would help build more synergy and cohesion in future missions especially when individuality was prioritized to a certain extent.

As another column of troops, droids and walkers passed by, Vonreg decided to pull back and head towards a group of pilots near the staging area. As one of the most recognizable veteran ace pilots within the Imperial Starfighter Corps, bearing the title of Baron and having even killed one of the Galactic Alliance's best starfighter pilots decades ago, Vonreg's name still carried some weight amongst his fellow pilots who immediately took notice of his arrival.

"Enjoying the party pilots?" he simply inquired, easing himself into the group of pilots with a single salute opening the door for further conversation.

Tags | Rieva "Killshot" Alonn | Bido Roz’lyn | Van Trask | S Silvia Evenol ​

 

[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

From within the massive Gluttoneria, Amalia was in charge of directing her part of the military parade, though ofcourse, as the current CEO of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation, she wished to truly imprint an everlasting legacy upon the citizens of the Imperial Confederation, be it Mahporeans, New Alderanians, even Corvians, all of them had to know the might and power of the corporate sector which had stood besides the military, the political and military backing that this juggernaught in the banks and stock markets across the galaxy was giving the Confederation. Additionally, as she had also taken up the position of Governor, representing the Corvus planetary system within the Confederation on behalf of the N&Z as well, her first military feet in service of the confederation could not be forgotten either...

It was because of this, that she had a little surprise for the Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen , but perhaps also for the Exarch Karl Von Strauss , heck even for the Mahporeen commander Ronhar Tane . A surprise which without question would be seen as awe inspiring, enormously intimidating, but also would give an enormous boost of confidence for the people that came to see the parade, that wanted to see not just their heroes in the flesh, but also in the metal.

For this reason only, nothing more and nothing less, the Super Battlecruiser, fresh from recent repairs on Mahporeem and later on a quick touch up in Corvus' orbit, now began to cut through the planet's atmosphere, its crew working tirelessly to maintain stability, as a ship of such size and magnitude rarily would deal with atmospheric pressure or gravitational forces. Maintaining a stable sub sonic speed when passing the stratosphere, utilizing the thrusters and the engines on a minimal-lift principle, the massive Gluttoneria began to encroach upon the crowded center where the march was taking place, a surprise yes...but in her mind a welcome one.

"Send notice to the officials that the Gluttoneria is within range of the capital," The governor smiled, as the men and women on the bridge quickly began to send the encrypted messages to the officials and marshals of the parade, but also ofcourse to those members of the pilot corps and ground units to avoid any collissions or accidents. The Gluttoneria was beginning its descent in a straight line for the capital...and without question, Amalia was fully certain that this would be the most awe inspiring sight for the people of the capital: to see the vessel which perhaps even more than the Supreme Commander's own flagship, represented the Confederation's pride, their strength and their status...as it would also do for the very company responsible for this ship's existence...

TAG: Marlon Sularen | Wilhelm Vonreg | Ronhar Tane | Rieva "Killshot" Alonn | General Antio Way’lurr | Vyllia Sancetti | Eirys Santhe​

 

[Silvia Evenol]

Objective I: A celebration of Order
Tags: Wilhelm Vonreg | Rieva "Killshot" Alonn | Bido Roz’lyn | Van Trask |

Silvia and her fellow special forces pilots wore their ISA uniforms with the confederations sash around their waists. Her blonde hair in a single ponytail was easily down her back under her ISA hat. Their division was of course proud of the Imperial Confederation, but they also see their faction as having a superior training regime. Like her fellow pilot Bella and all her exploits leading up to the era they were in now.

An era of covert ops, pitched dogfights, and quick insertions to grab an objective. But with precision like Aculia Voland 's Empire, but with more tech and resources. It was also an Era of swapping skills with other Imperials... or in some cases gaining old lost tricks for teaching new tricks.

The parade continued along its long route, when finally they entered the section of the city carrying their ISA banners & flags high in the light breeze. She beamed at the crowd... so many were her people. So many of the clone ISA troops marched or were part of security. She was home for a time. They purposely showed that the factions within the Confederation were that, distinct groups that came together on common ground. They all were caught off guard by the Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory SBC lowering into the atmosphere blotting out the sun. What a sight that is.

After the parade ended for her unit Silvia heads to the mingling spot for the Navy. Grabbing a nice sweet white wine before hearing

"Enjoying the party pilots?"

Sounds familiar she mused before turning around. "Hello, I am thus far. How about you? And which piece of the Confederation do you hail from?"
As she looks at his uniform "I can see it's not the ISA."

 

[Van Trask]

New Aldera, Imperial Confederation
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The pomp and parade of celebration always seemed alien to Trask. A party is meant to be a chance to let loose yet here he was staring out at over a thousand bucketheads more concerned about keeping in step then having fun. Still it wasn't all so bad, he'd manage to dodge parade duty and he had all the conveniences being an officer in the Starfighter Corps afforded.

"This game is stupid. It's just luck." the grumbling of a Umbaran dressed in a starfighter cadet uniform brought his attention back to his table in the officer's lounge. The young man was staring at a pile of credits and a pair of dice. Behind him a small gathering of his comrades who had all lost out to Trask.

Van let out a toothy smile, platinum molars reflecting the orange glow of the lamp above them. "You want to be a fighter pilot right? The single most important trait a pilot needs is luck."

The cadet flashed an unconvinced gaze to Trask before looking down at the credits. It was the weeks pay of all his comrades who had tried their luck against this shifty looking officer. A nudge from a brown haired cadet from behind prompted the cadet to pick up the die. He looked for any reaction from Trask who gave off nothing but the sly smile that had been plastered over his face since the game began.

The dice clattered on the table, all the cadets now watching eagerly while Trask seemed almost uninterested, as if he already knew the outcome. Two sixes, making a twelve. The cadet sunk in his seat as Trask reached over and swept the credits to his side of the table.

"Perhaps you ain't cut out to be a pilot kid."

"No, there's no way you aren't cheating." the brown haired cadet called out. Trask's hands stopped in place and he looked up at his accuser. The sly smile was gone replaced instead with a more grave stare.

"You questioning the integrity of an Imperial officer? Maybe I should have a word with your CO." his warning took the desired affect, the rest of the cadets quickly dispersed, taking their brown haired friend with them.

Trask let out a small chuckle. The only one with a lick of sense, he'd go a long way. He collected the rest of his winnings and his weighted dice, deciding to make himself scarce before the rest of the cadets wisened up and went searching for the MPs. Quietly Trask disappeared out the dim interior of the lounge.

He meandered over to the nearest gathering of pilots and offered a wink and a nod before lighting up a cigarra. In the afternoon light his features became more apparent, a sun tanned face covered in pirate tattoos from his previous life and a scar that ran down the side of his head, leaving an indent in his buzzed hair. His uniform was unclipped at the collar and a long row of medals sat slightly crooked over his left breast.

Before he could introduce himself a familiar voice called out. Trask looking over his shoulder to see Vonreg approaching. He falshed a smile and exhaled smoke as he returned the greeting. "Didn't know barons came down to hang around with the laypeople." he joked.

A woman off to his left also greeted the Baron and he took a moment to study her uniform. The confederation was a hodge podge of warlords and factions joined out of survival and he was still getting use to all the different armour and operating procedures. He would let Vonreg answer the question of where in the confederation he was from, Trask having also served under Sularen.

Once that was out the way he grabbed a few credits out from his pocket, his winnings from earlier. "Anyone for a drink? I'll pay. Courtesy of a few cadets who didn't know when to stop gambling."

Wilhelm Vonreg S Silvia Evenol Rieva "Killshot" Alonn Bido Roz’lyn ​

 

[Eirys Santhe]

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New Alderaan, Outer Rim systems;
The Imperial Confederation, Santhe Corporation.
Tags: Vyllia Sancetti | Marlon Sularen | Karl Von Strauss | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Ronhar Tane | General Antio Way’lurr | Wilhelm Vonreg | S Silvia Evenol | Van Trask | Shyra Calipsa |

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Gooooong.

Eirys turned her gaze away from looking down at the procession happening below her, in the streets of New Aldera, upwards into the skies to look upon the Gluttoneria as it came from low-orbit into station above the city. A loud, alien boom not only announced the arrival of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation's finest vessel but served as a warning to the other ships flying in the skies nearby. Such was the size of the vessel that Eirys could not see all of it even at this perch within the old Moff palace. Starfighters, transports and other civilian craft appeared like gnats surrounding the monster as it continued it's descent. It was no wonder why the Imperial remnants won at Atrisia when they were capable of fielding such a ship in battle.

As she stood in awe of the Gluttoneria a Santhe corp executive approached Eirys and muttered something in her ear. The venue was filled with such men as they made the rounds trying to court favour with the Imperial elite with their distinct uniforms blending in well with the aesthetics at play. It had been a deliberate choice, when the company had been saved and subsequently revived, that Santhe Corporation should play into the theatre that went well with the Imperial Confederation. Santhe were the premiere Imperial company, responsible for the invention of the legendary TIE series, and so aligning themselves to the second occupation of the Outer rim systems had made great business sense after the pacts had been formed two years after the economic collapse of the Empire of the Lost.

Still, it was proving to be difficult to re-establish their foothold within the shipwright, technology and security sectors when your competition was a monster disguised as a multi-spanning galactic conglomerate. While they shared headquarters with the N&Z back on Lianna (by way of a mutual association with a non-profit they were both connected to) Santhe were undoubtedly their competitors in Imperial space as they both competed for the opportunity to sell and do business with the Imperial remnants which comprised the overall confederate state in spite their connections to the Warden Primus. It was inevitable that both companies would vie and compete with each other to do business, given that they were both operating in the same markets, but perhaps Her liked it that way.

Eirys competitors from Umbrella corp had made in-roads with the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant and even the Imperial Sector Authority which had almost established a monopoly over technology and industry in Imperial space. Almost. But there was a third group inside the Imperial Confederation that Eirys had her eyes on and they could prove to be the type of partners that would solve her companies issues as they sought to re-establish themselves after their fall and decline in corporate power after the disastrous end of the Kilran regime.

Recent political upheaval, following the aftermath of the Battle of Atrisia, had seen to the excommunication of the Risen Empire expats that had been apart of the original negotiations behind the formation of the second Imperial occupation, but there was still one out of the three original Imperial remnants that the N&Z hadn't bought their way into and so the Empire Reborn expats, who had aligned themselves to the Imperial remnants instead of the Dark Empire in the Core Worlds, could prove to be the next logical step as Eirys continued Santhe corps revival on Lianna.

But business and vision for Santhe corp were set to step aside as Eirys became distracted by someone and something that had become far, far too personal. Thoughts of competing with Umbrella, or proposing ideas and contracts to the Dark-Imperial bloc inside the Imperial Confederation took the wayside as the man to her side whispered the arrival of the former matriarch of the great Santhe family.

"Thank you," Eirys muttered to the executive as he stepped away and returned into the party. Eirys turned her gaze away from the Gluttoneria back into the room to find her cousin and there she laid her stupor eyes upon Vyilla as she made her entrance into the venue. Manufacturing her best smile, so as to fake pleasantries between them both, Eirys walked across the room towards Vyllia, greeting her on approach.

"I am so glad that you actually made it," Eirys lied. Or was it a lie? It was hard even for her to tell. "What are we going to have to drink? Umbrella just deployed their flagship above the city. You must come and see it!"

As she proposed drinking and sightseeing, Eirys turned her gaze briefly towards Calipsa but gave her no greeting. Quietly she hated the fact that Vyllia was always in the company of someone else and it was quickly becoming a habit whenever the two of them met up. Maldor had been understandable, given that he was Vyllia's husband, and as the serving Chancellor in the Diarchy Chancellorate, dinner in Ravelin had been an opportunity to meet Eirys as she began her political career as a Chancellor of Culture.

But this other woman was clearly security. A guard taken from Bastion all the way to New Alderaan made perfect sense, given the current climate and clear security issues surrounding a woman of Vyllia's station, but why hadn't her cousin left this guard behind once she had landed safely in New Aldera?

Didn't Vyllia trust her younger, fervent cousin that she left behind in Lianna City?

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[Rieva "Killshot" Alonn]

The tremors from the parade still hummed through the ground, a faint aftershock of marching boots and repulsorlifts. Above them, the shadow of the Super Battlecruiser swept across the plaza like a slow-moving eclipse; it's engines rumbling low enough to vibrate in the chest. Most of the pilots had slipped into easy chatter, helmets under their arms, the adrenaline tapering off.

Killshot didn’t join them. She stood a few steps apart, gloved hands behind her back, eyes narrowed just slightly as she watched the clusters of new recruits. Body language, posture, how they carried fatigue, who tried too hard and who didn’t try at all; she read it all with the same quiet exactness that she brought to a targeting computer. She didn’t need introductions to know who would last.

Movement flickered at the edge of her vision. Another pilot possibly - female, young, posture straightened just a little too deliberately - hovered near her, clearly hoping to be acknowledged. Killshot let her approach for a moment longer, evaluating the confidence behind the stride.

Then she glanced her way, chin lifting by a fraction. “Pilot?” she asked her evenly, voice clipped and professional. “You’re looking for someone. I assume that someone is me.” Her gaze didn’t soften, but there was some room for conversation. “What do you need?”

Tag: General Antio Way’lurr

 

[Marlon Sularen]

M A R C H_O F _T R I U M P H
Objective II : Champagne and Schemes

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
NEW ALDERAAN, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Sularen took a sip of Alderaanian wine as he observed the military parade going on down below in New Aldera from the elevated levels of the Old Moff's Palace on New Alderaan. So much had been accomplished so far, the Imperial Confederation had cemented itself as a military force to be reckoned with at Atrisia by defeating the Galactic Empire and had just successfully subjugated the Lakonia System in the face of Rebel Resistance. However despite these victories, there was still so much work to do especially with the threat of the Black Sun, Sith Covenant and Sith Order looming over the horizon.

Nevertheless now wasn't the time to worry about those nefarious actors as Sularen was here to enjoy the fruits of his labor and perhaps even further advance his plans for the Imperial Confederation itself. After all, the galaxy was entering a new era and Sularen was the most qualified person within the Confederation that could guide it into the future as he possessed the vision and ambition to advance it's agenda.

As the Supreme Commander stood in front of the glass windows lost in thought, the Palace soon found itself being engulfed by the shadow of Governor Visconti's flagship, the Super Battlecruiser Gluttoneria, as it flew overhead in yet another grandiose display of Imperial might which showcased the close partnership between the N&Z Umbrella Corporation and the Imperial Confederation. It was ironic as decades ago Sularen had once been at odds with N&Z and yet now they were his closest partners, the natural result of the reconciliation of both parties. If more people had the reason and humility that N&Z had when it came to letting go of old pointless grudges, then Sularen would have reached greater heights. But alas you couldn't always get what you wanted in this forsaken galaxy.

After taking a final sip of wine, the Supreme Commander would walk towards a nearby attendant and give them the empty glass as he walked into the main ballroom eager to find whoever was willing to enjoy his company. There was still a lot of time to celebrate and plot and the Supreme Commander intended to take full advantage of that.

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[Bido Roz’lyn]

the Super Battlecruiser, fresh from recent repairs on Mahporeem and later on a quick touch up in Corvus' orbit, now began to cut through the planet's atmosphere, its crew working tirelessly to maintain stability, as a ship of such size and magnitude rarily would deal with atmospheric pressure or gravitational forces. Maintaining a stable sub sonic speed when passing the stratosphere, utilizing the thrusters and the engines on a minimal-lift principle, the massive Gluttoneria began to encroach upon the crowded center where the march was taking place, a surprise yes...but in her mind a welcome one.

As Bido shouldered her way awkwardly through the crowd to get to her destination, the ambient mood seemed to darken. A small twist of familiar fear gripped her gut. An old habit of combat readiness pulsed through her limbs as every fiber of her body was prepared to react. However, as quickly as her body entered into readiness, it was swiftly dispelled as the crowds of people looked up and guffawed at the sight that was Gluttenaria.

Looking at the massive warship that nearly eclipsed the sky, Bido's heart raced with mixed emotions. On one hand, N&Z umbrella seemed to project more than enough of the kind of power that her people craved for their protection. But on the other, she despaired at the thought of her people's tiny economy struggling to compete with a monolithic corporation that would barely register the Dorneans as an insect.

She sincerely hoped that Antio knew what he was doing…

She pried her attention away from the battlecruiser, and finished slogging through the crowd to get to the bar. There was her target, a lonely pilot, proud, proper, and perhaps a little insular. Bido moved in beside her and then attempted to get the bar tender's attention with deliberate eye contact. It didn't seem to be working…

Then she glanced her way, chin lifting by a fraction. "Pilot?" she asked her evenly, voice clipped and professional. "You're looking for someone. I assume that someone is me." Her gaze didn't soften, but there was some room for conversation. "What do you need?"

Without taking her eyes off the bartender, for fear of missing her chance to order a drink, she said loudly as to be as conspicuous as possible, "Oh, you know. Just trying to get a drink around here!" Playing coy, she nudged Rieva "Killshot" Alonn playfully with her elbow, "I wonder what kind of genetics a girl has to have to get some service around here!"

She had hoped that the antagonist comment would get some kind of reaction from the bartender, but it only seemed to make her more invisible to the apparently "busy" man. She then finally looked at Rieva "Killshot" Alonn and shrugged, twitching her whiskers in annoyance.

Just then, a handful of pilots began to congregate near where Bido and Rieva "Killshot" Alonn were standing. Bido strained her ears to listen to what they were saying, not forgetting that her primary mission was reconnaissance:

"Enjoying the party pilots?" he simply inquired, easing himself into the group of pilots with a single salute opening the door for further conversation.

Sounds familiar she mused before turning around. "Hello, I am thus far. How about you? And which piece of the Confederation do you hail from?"
As she looks at his uniform "I can see it's not the ISA."

Then Van Trask arrived:

he grabbed a few credits out from his pocket, his winnings from earlier. "Anyone for a drink? I'll pay. Courtesy of a few cadets who didn't know when to stop gambling."

Just then, as though he was a servant fearing a beating by his master, the bartender snapped-to and began scooting over to the table where the other pilots were gathering. Bido thumbed towards the sudden compliant scramble of the bartender's movements, and said to Rieva "Killshot" Alonn with a smirk, "ah. That answers my question… Y chromosomes! Anyways, what's your name? I'm Roz'lyn."

 

[General Antio Way’lurr]

the Super Battlecruiser, fresh from recent repairs on Mahporeem and later on a quick touch up in Corvus' orbit, now began to cut through the planet's atmosphere, its crew working tirelessly to maintain stability, as a ship of such size and magnitude rarily would deal with atmospheric pressure or gravitational forces.

Antio strode into the Palace with his back straight and his posture, formal. He wore a humble, yet fine Dornean Navy Officer's uniform, complete with stars to denote his rank as a Dornean navy General (Dorneans traditionally use army ranks in their navy).

He looked around the room and saw plenty of people huddled in sporadic gaggles of conversation, drinks in hand, prestine and dressed to impress. Everyone here seemed to be maintaining the appearance of relaxed demeanour, but Antio figured this was a common cover for the intensity which they were all jockeying for position and ambition.

One such group that stood out and were dispersed throughout the crowds were the Santhe Corp representatives. Antio had known little about them, and had only heard vague rumours of them being here, but he wasn't surprised by his ignorance of that subject. He accredited his lack of knowledge of Confederate military contractors to Dornea's insularity over the years. But today, Antio would lay the foundations for more integration between the Imperial Confederation and the Dornean People once and for all…

… whether his people liked it or not…

He noticed a couple of women talking together. ( Vyllia Sancetti and Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory ). Something about them seemed relevant, although he wasn't sure who they were. Representatives in Santhe colours seemed to approach them, then duck away quickly after delivering reports. He shot them an awkward, friendly wave, flashed his Dornean fangs in a smile, and then moved on, hoping he came off as approachable. Antio noted that competition between Santhe and N&Z umbrella could possibly be a tactical factor when it came to negotiate on behalf of Braha'ket Fleetworks. He would make a point of meeting with them later…

Then he saw him. Marlon Sularen , the supreme commander himself. This was a top priority for Antio, and a man that he desperately needed to meet. Grabbing two glasses of… something from a passing waiter and then quickly made his way over there. The second drink was not actually for anyone, but it would be a valuable way to escape if the conversation should go sideways.

"Tal'kora veshan, Lor'dan Sularen." General Way'lurr bowed and greeted in the Dornean Tongue, "On behalf of my people, I would like to thank you for your invitation to this event. We are truly grateful."

 

[Vyllia Sancetti]

Objective: Test the Waters
Location: Moff's Palace, New Aldera, New Alderaan
Outfit: Party Dress
Accompanied by: Shyra Calipsa
Tag: Eirys Santhe | OPEN

It was unsurprising that Vyllia's cousin found her shortly after her arrival. There had been a brief meeting over dinner on Bastion, but the two sides of the corporate Santhe family had not truly connected. This first visit back to the area of the galaxy Vyllia had grown up in, had just barely managed to exchange a few smiles and nods, while trying to remember names of contacts Vyllia had left behind following the attempt on her life and relocation to the Diarchy.

As Vyllia gave Eirys a genuine smile, "I was very surprised to receive an invitation. Though I am sure I could find former associates and maybe even friends here, I have not had much contact with the region since the Confederation was formed. I would like to change that." It was a diplomatic statement, though now one that was untrue. And didn't set any unrealistic expectations that this was some sort of happy family reunion.

Eirys inquired about Vyllia's choice of drink. "I would love an Alderaan Ruge, assuming one could be dug up," Vyllia responded with a smirk. She knew that New Alderaan had managed to mimic the culture of its predecessor for some time, but the ways of Alderaan, Kilran's Empire, and the new Confederation might not quite line up. If the rare liqueur was available still was a question.

The mention of the "Umbrella flagship" explained the loud roar of engines being heard over any demonstration in the middle of the city, and perhaps the gongs that had been heard. Another smile was given from Vyllia as she noted the look that her cousin gave to the bodyguard behind her. The last time Vyllia was anywhere near home there had been an assassination attempt against her. Did her cousin really expect that Vyllia would arrive unprotected?

It wasn't necessarily Eirys who was suspected of doing anything, though the investigation was not complete. No member of the Santhe family who remained living on Lianna was completely cleared. There had been a complete lack of access, even to the building that used to be Santhe-Sienar's headquarters. Shyra was a necessity that Vyllia was rarely allowed to leave Maldor's watchful eyes without. Vyllia tired of the Tapani woman as well sometimes, but it was better to have her annoying presence than wish she had the protection if she weren't there. If Eirys required a private conversation, there were ways that could be arranged.

"The Marquis or one of his associates?" Vyllia asked at the mention of N&Z Umbrella. The elder Santhe was not completely aware of the hierarchy within the Confederation. "I prefer the smaller ships myself. A corvette at the biggest. I suspect this spectacle has drawn something bigger. We might as well take a look."

 

[Karl Von Strauss]

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Karl reclined in the cabin of his private airspeeder, watching through the glassteel canopy as the Gluttoneria dipped gracefully into low orbit. City lights glimmered beneath him like scattered jewels, reflecting in the amber surface of the brandy he sipped. Tonight's destination, the former Moff's palace, was hosting a private gathering of the Confederation's highest circles. In deference to the occasion, he had set aside his customary dark-purple attire. Instead, he wore the formal ensemble reserved for nights such as this, along with a greatcoat. Pinned to his chest rested the Valorous Services Medal, awarded for his actions at Garn and Maldra IV. Karl had never cared for displays of personal accomplishment, but his son, Augustus, had insisted he wear it. And, as was often the case, Karl had finally relented.

"...come on. You simply must wear it, you got it for a well-deserved reason! Without your relief and rescue efforts, many more Imperials would have died that day. You should be proud, I know I am."

Upon arriving at the event, Karl found a small crowd of over-eager reporters already waiting for him, shouting questions about his recent invocation of Special Measure EX-42A during the emergency C.O.M.E.C.I. session. His KXU security droids moved into position with mechanical precision, forming a barrier that kept the press at bay. Each inquiry was met with the same curt, pre-programmed response: all inquiries are to be directed to the Office of the Exarch.

Karl didn't spare the reporters so much as a glance. He simply continued forward, letting the droids handle the noise behind him as he stepped into the event's refined calm. He handed his greatcoat to the waiting attendant, smoothing the front of his dress uniform as he stepped fully into the hall. The medal on his chest gave a soft metallic sway with the motion. He had barely taken two steps before members of the Commission and officers from Imperial High Command shifted toward him with eager greetings.

He offered each of them a practiced smile and a firm handshake, exchanging the usual courtesies. Discussions of policy, recent deployments, and the ever-changing political landscape flickered around him like background static; Karl navigated it with the ease of long habit, giving polite answers, offering measured insights, and never lingering long enough for any one conversation to trap him. As he moved deeper into the gathering, he caught sight of a familiar face, Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen meeting with an unfamiliar Dornean ( General Antio Way’lurr ), across the crowd. Karl acknowledged them with a subtle, respectful nod before another Prefect stepped into his path with a question. Moments later, he spotted two people whom he was acquainted with, Vyllia Sancetti and Eirys Santhe , and he gave them a similar courteous gesture. The pattern repeated as he made his slow, deliberate sweep through the room: greet, converse briefly, disengage, nod to someone he actually cared to see, and continue on.

Several minutes later, Karl finally managed to slip free of the crowd. He came to rest at a small group of standing tables adorned with fresh flowers and a pair of flickering candles. As an attendant passed on their way back toward the kitchen, Karl lifted a hand to stop them and quietly requested a glass of brandy. He waited to see if anyone else would approach him.

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[Squesha]

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The day had finally arrived. A parade, showing the galaxy what true Imperials can do. Tens of thousands of people, all working for the greater good and putting on a show for all to see. Here the Imperial Confederation was inviting the galaxy to take a look at what they could have, strength through unity.

And where better to participate than aboard the Gluttoneria, the latest jewel in the fleet. Squesha new some had opposed its construction, arguing the resources could be better spent elsewhere. But too Squesha it was worth it. Its sheer presence dominated the skies, inspiring awe in every citizen below. While smaller more numerous ships may have been more practical, the Confederation had enough of those. They could afford to show off a little. And with the Recent destruction of the third Death Star power projection was more important than ever. The Gluttoneria was proof of the strength of the true Imperials.

Squesha stood on the bridge, watching the massive battleships movement through the skies, surrounded by smaller vessels. She had brought parts of her seventh fleet to escort the super battle cruiser, and even her star destroyers looked like frigates in comparison. Squesha suppressed the urge to scratch at her robes. She was used to the humidity of her own customised ships bridge, and the dry air was harsh on her aquatic skin. She would never show her discomfort, especially not in present company.

Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory was in charge of the fleet today, a fact that Squesha secretly resented. That a civillian, even such an important and esteemed one as her would be allowed to lead the naval part of the parade rubbed Squesha the wrong way. In her mind it should be an officer of the navy leading it, even if Amalia was responsible for producing this ship. Squesha refused to admit part of her was jealous of Amalia. Jealousy is not something senior officers are supposed to have. She was lucky enough to be on board the flagship itself.

As she walked on the overpass between the two crew pits she eyed the other officers. The only other admiral on board stood out to her, Admiral Kaine Hamilton . he stood near them, and together the two admirals flanked the CEO. Squesha cleared her throat, covering a cough from the dry air.

"A pity we cannot easily see the ground parade from here. But then I always found the naval contingent more impressive. Besides, I would much rather be aboard a ship then in some bar with drunk aristocrats."

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[The Vulptex]

Tag: Daro Roz’yrn
Names: Lyra, Samantha, Alex, Beatrix​

Parades like this were always a bit of a hustle and bustle.

A perfect place for an imperial marine to get lost.

"Hey, sorry. Got caught up in the crowd."

He looked a little short for a Stormtrooper, but Alex knew his task today. He put a hand on Daro's shoulder, before taking a few breaths from inside his helmet. "Rough set up we got here, eh?"

 

[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

Holding her hands behind her back, the Governor of Corvus looked at the holographic display in the center of the bridge aboard the Gluttoneria, turning her face towards Squesha with a slight, nearly unnoticeable grin on her face, almost as if she were to show at the very least some bit of amusement after hearing the admiral's comment, or perhaps it was a show of arrogance, it was always hard to understand or read Amalia's facial expressions anyway.

"Perhaps... though I do understand that if those aristocrats are of the military sort, you'd be expecting a fun brawl or duel of sorts when things get heated," The grin grew slightly wider on Amalia's face, before she turned her attantion back towards the holographic display, moving her hand as seemingly tapping into the very air with her fingers, at which point the display seemed to show the crowds below, the massive parade consisting out of the finest of the ground and naval forces. "All this to stroke the ego of our superiors... well, if it pleases the people of the confederation, we aren't allowed to complain, now are we?"

turning her attention to the crewmembers on the bridge, the governor calmly cleared her throat. "Keep this bearing, pass over the old elevated Moff's estate, show the esteemed Marlon Sularen the sheer unbridled technological prowess of the N&Z, but also the very navy he is watching over. He needs to impress his guests and in turn his acts will work favorably for us."

Motioning toward Admiral Squesha, Amalia chuckled softly as she pointed at the starfighter squads and strike teams under the Admiral's command passing by. "You sure do have quite the capable subordinates, those are some nice maneuvres."

TAG: Marlon Sularen | Wilhelm Vonreg | Ronhar Tane | Rieva "Killshot" Alonn | General Antio Way’lurr | Vyllia Sancetti | Eirys Santhe​