Imperial Dawn (First Order/Imperium Meeting)

[Aram Kalast]

Somewhere in the Anoat Sector

They had departed Eriadu assuring that the Galactic Alliance had nothing but a grave to govern after the fires had faded and the smoke and disappeared. A bunch of traitorous corpses all that was left of the Eriaduian people that had so easily welcomed rebels and terrorists into it’s midst.
Yet the loss of Eriadu had created an all together separate issue for the First Order, that being the destruction of Starkiller base and the loss of their central hub.
Supreme Leader Sieger Ren had ordered the fleet to regroup far to the galactic east of the Galactic Alliance held territory, closer to more friendly influence such as the Techno Union. Yet Aram Kalast found it uneasy, the First Order, as powerful as they were had taken a vast blow by Eriadu’s betrayal. First had come the supplies that had forged the First Orders armour and weapons, the stockpiles aboard the fleet had started to diminish even now so shortly after departing the world. Then had come the manpower, Eriadu had offered fresh recruits each month, young fighting men and women who were willing and able to put on the white armour of a Stormtrooper and blindly follow the orders of the Supreme Leader. Finally their came the major issue of knowledge. To Aram this was the breaker, for so long the First Order had been building up their forces, slowly and all the while preparing to break the galaxy under their will.
Now they had been revealed by the Galactic Alliance. This meant they would hunt them down if the First Order did not tread carefully.

Yet Aram had no intention of not treading carefully.

He had taken a small battle force of four Star Destroyers and headed to a place he had always planned on visiting, the rumoured rallying point of the Imperium. A group of ex-imperials who much like the First Order were the remains of various attempts at Imperial might.
He had planned to seek them out when they had more to offer, when both sides could have mutually given much more, but the Alliance had forced him to play his hand.

“Admiral. Send out a transmission.” Aram stated as he stood on the bridge of his own Retribution-Class Star Destroyer looking at the vast stars of the Anoat System. “See if they answer.”

[member="Decimus Meridius"]

 

[Sinistra]

Director Corsai stood on the bridge next to Supreme Commander Meridius, waiting for the call to rendezvous. The trip to the Anoat system had been quiet so far, marked only by the slight shifts in and out of hyperspace. It was chance that allowed Decimus and Kira to meet, well it would have been chance but for the fact that Kira was an intelligence operative and her network had uncovered the rumblings of as newly forming Imperialist group. All she had to do was arrange a meeting.

One thing let to another and here they were, the Triumvirate of the Imperium. Blinked into being, ready to gather forces and muster the might as it were. They were the threads of past empires, the leftovers of a dozen nations caught up together and rewoven into something altogether new. They were young, but they were strong. Decimus and Joran were capable military leaders. Kira would make sure they had things to hit.

The transmission from the First Order sounded around the bridge and Kira raised an eyebrow at the incoming message.

"Let's get this underway, shall we Commander?"

[member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Decimus Meridius"]

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

"TK-781, you've got an assignment."

"Details."

"Escort for one Kira Corsai. Current location is the bridge."

The director of intelligence. Interesting. He finished suiting up in his reddish armor, holstered his blaster, and gripped his E-11 firmly in both hands. It wasn't every day that he got an individual assignment, let alone one that required him to provide a security escort. Since he was on duty, however, it wasn't surprising that something would come up. Normally he sat and waited in the ready room, but not today.

It wasn't routine, but when it came to work, routine was never the case. He'd come to accept that. Going to work was the routine. What he did at work didn't matter.

"TK-781 en route to the bridge."

He left the ready room and went up to the bridge. The door opened and he stepped inside and approached the woman in question. He said not a word, but stood quietly behind her, waiting. He was trained to be silent unless he was giving orders, so he knew very well how to keep his mouth shut.

[member="Kira Corsai"] | [member="Decimus Meridius"] | [member="Aram Kalast"]

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

On the bridge with Aram Kalast was the counterpart to Kira Corsai: the First Order's Minister of Intelligence. A stoic woman, soulless in eye, with the unnerving ability to be unnoticed yet in plain sight; Liet remained quiet, often with nothing to say unless it was warranted in her opinion, and her opinion was often the one that had the most weight when decisions were in the making. She was, without doubt, the one who always knows more about you than you know of yourself.

Ruin in the making, for the paranoid.

If not for Eriadu, this meeting may have not occurred at least for several more months. Being relegated to a shipboard atmosphere didn't rankle the ghost of a woman, insofar as could be noticed, but the loss of Eriadu meant the loss of her personal realm within the Ubiqtoriate and those few who spent any significant time in her company might imagine that she was a bit terse as of late - strange in itself, given the utter lack of emotional broadcast or reciprocation on her part, a side-effect of her conditioning. Outside of this, it made her agents unsettled, and in some cases, putting them on edge when coupled with recent events. Particularly the green ones.

That would change.

[member="Aram Kalast"] | [member="Kira Corsai"] | [member="Decimus Meridius"] | [member="TK-781"]​

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Kira Corsai"] [member="TK-781"] [member="Inkara Liet"]

The Supreme Commander stood quietly with his hands clasped behind his back as the transmission came through. His stoic expression remained as he considered what this meeting meant. The first thing he noted was that they were not a secret any longer and the second was that of all the groups that claimed they would bring the empire to life his was sought out.

He sharp eyes one natural the other a red photoreceptor shone in the ship's lighting as he calculated the various outcomes of the day and planned contingencies for them all. His uniform crisp and adorned with his rank matched the imperial grey of the crew and he wore it with ever present pride.

"Of course, Director Corsai." He said turning those sharp eyes to the woman and offering a practiced fatherly smile.

"Officer Hogan, send communications to the new arrivals and inform them we are ready to receive their envoy."

His demeanor ever proper, ever calm remained as he turned toward the doors to the bridge.

"Have the meeting room cleared and send in a protocol droid." He told a crewman, "keep a squad of troopers on alert in case we need their services."

"Aye, Supreme Commander." The young man replied as he offered a sharp salute before dashing away.

"I do love squared away young troops." He said turning to the Directorof Intelligence, "Don't you?"

 

[Jeron Verity]

"Make the transmission." Galven noted, while in hyperspace, approaching the meeting location... and the source of the others transmission. A small, simple phrase could be picked up by officers on all bridges, 'Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer arriving to transmission origins. Supporting Supreme Commander Meridius, weapons not armed.' Galven seemed to always be late, though he is always aboard his ship, perhaps he's always strategizing? The transmission was supposed to let all of the ships know, that the inbound ship from hyperspace was not reinforcements or someone given an attack order. Their codes were recognized by Supreme Commander Meridius' ship, so no alarm was there. Galven felt he should be here to cover his Supreme Commander, since the little intel he had could mean Meridius might be extremely outnumbered.

As the ship exited hyperspace and slowly halted behind the Supreme Commanders ship, no weapons charging, it awaited its Moff's orders. It came with two small Vigil-class corvette escorts, one on the Gladiators Port, and another on its Starboard. "Take position ahead of the Supreme Commanders ship. Not in front of him, keep us off the side. I want to make sure we take the hits before our Commander does." The Officers looked at him, a little off-put by essentially being a meatshield, but they followed the order in faith, and proceeded ahead of the Supreme Commanders Star Destroyer, coming up on is port. The ship stayed silent, obviously giving control to the Supreme Commander.

 

[Aram Kalast]

Aram hadn’t had to wait long, the Retribution-Class Star Destroyer receiving a return ping within minutes of his initial call. Imperial efficiency as ever. Now it would be less technological, this meeting would be of words said to faces not through a machine.
“Is the shuttle prepared Admiral?” Aram stated to the ageing officer next to him, Deesat was his name and he was as loyal as a dog.
“Of course sir.” He replied simply.
“The Minister’s own arrangements have also been seen too?” Aram queried as he turned away from the viewport of the Star Destroyer.
“I…uh?” Deesat turned to look at the Minister of Intelligence, seemingly forgetting her presence. It was normal to do as such, which was why she was so good at her job. “I believe so Sir.”
“Very good Admiral.” Aram began to move away, the Supreme Commander indicating to the Minister to follow, not a command but a simple respectful request. “You have the deck Admiral Deesat.”
“Thank you sir.”

Inside the transport little room had remained. Aram and Inkara took up little room, but the small squadron of Stormtroopers took up more. A guard of sort which Aram had deemed more a show than an actual necessity. If he was to do these negotiations personally than he had to portray his part perfectly. He may be of the First Order, but were they not Imperials at heart as well?
“It is up to you if you wish to stay with the ship Minister.” Aram added, “I trust you to do your job better than I can tell you how.”
The shuttle shuddered as it passed through deflector shields of the Imperium ship. They had entered the lion’s den. Now he just had to prove he was just as much a lion as them.

[member="Galven Solomon"] [member="Decimus Meridius"] [member="Inkara Liet"] @TK-781 [member="Kira Corsai"]

 

[Sinistra]

"Indeed, Commander Meridius. It makes our jobs so much easier."

There was a wry smile on her lips for a whisper of a moment before she turned to head to the hangar where the shuttle would be landing. A meeting with a foreign state was always an auspicious occasion, and so there was no limit to Director Corsai's preparations.

Four platoons of stormtroopers flanked the landing zone, with all the deck officers of the ship in dress uniforms to the right. Director Corsai herself wore the muted aubergine uniform of the Imperial Intelligence Bureau, her knee high black boots shined to a mirror polish. Her silver flecked hair was braided neatly away from her face, some streaks of grey folded into the pleat like ribbons. She did not hide her wrinkles or her age, the lines around her eyes and mouth giving her intense brown eyes an even heftier weight.

She and the Supreme Commander were escorted to the hangar by an honor guard of stormtroopers in their crimson and black armor, [member="TK-781"] off to her left side. Director Corsai watched the First Order shuttle land, her face a mask of calm, peaceful indifference. Although she might be the Director now, she could not shake the things that vaulted her to the position and had kept her alive in the field. She was a spy, and she observed everything from body language to timing to things left unsaid. The consummate student of sentient behavior.

She was noticeably shorter than [member="Decimus Meridius"] but it hardly seemed to matter as even silently waiting for the ramp to open on the shuttle before them, she had a striking and impressive demeanor about her.

[member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Galven Solomon"] [member="Inkara Liet"]

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

TK-781 said nothing as he followed along with the Director of Intelligence and the Supreme Commander. He was a grunt, paid to do a job that he volunteered for. This wasn't anything new for him, though guarding these particular individuals was. He wasn't used to being assigned to such a premium task. Not that he was going to complain. It was nice to be moving up in the organization, even if only a bit. He'd proven himself in battle numerous times, and now he was guarding two high profiles with potential friendlies coming to visit.

They approached the hangar and others, dressed as he was, joined up alongside and behind him. He said nothing to them and didn't even acknowledge their presence as they moved in and came to a halt. Normal troopers were stationed at parade rest in the hangar as the First Order shuttle came in. This was certainly going to be interesting. He wondered if these guys had their own version of stormtroopers.

I wonder how well trained they are, he thought to himself. They start anything and I guess I'll find out.

For now, he stood at the ready, holding his E-11 in both hands, waiting.

[member="Aram Kalast"] | [member="Galven Solomon"] | [member="Kira Corsai"] | [member="Decimus Meridius"] | [member="Inkara Liet"]

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Kira Corsai"] [member="TK-781"]

The ambient sounds of the ship was the only noise as they came to a halt. The air moved slightly as the air scrubbers did their job in keeping their air freshener and clean. The almost imperceptible vibrations from the ship's engines reverberated through the ship like a steady hum.

He stood waiting for the other imperials to set down and join them for these talks. He would be lying if said he wasn't extremely curious about them and what they sought the imperium for. He blinked his one good eye and gave the signal for the assembled troops to come to attention and present arms. A fitting display for the guest. With luck, it would be all the weapons were needed for today.

 

[Alleycat]

Flight Lieutenants Daska Tess and [member="Carten Flaa"] had been given the honor to pilot the First Order's Supreme Commander [member="Aram Kalast"] and Mininster of Intelligence [member="Inkara Liet"] along with their stormtrooper detail to the meeting with the Imperium. The two elite TiE pilots were members of Delta Squadron, who were often tasked with special duties such as this.

As soon as the Supreme Commander and Minister were on board, Tess feathered the controls of the Lambda-class shuttle and took them out of the Retribution-class Star Destroyer's hangar bay en route to the Imperium's capital ship where the gathering of the two Imperial factions was to take place. The rest of Delta Squadron gave them an escort, then the TIE/FO's veered away as the shuttle passed through the magcon.

Tess feathered the controls back and brought the transport down onto the hangar deck with well-practiced ease. A grand welcoming party was on display out the transparisteel viewport of the cockpit. It was marvelous to see such a show of staunch Imperialism so much so the sight gave the Bastionian goosebumps. Daska had to pinch herself to bring her out of the awe and back to reality of the situation. They were merely guests in the heart of the lion's den until otherwise noted.

@FO @Imperium

 

[Judah Lesan]

Carten was thirty six hours sober for this meeting. [member="Daska Tess"] was not happy she had to sober him up for the assignment either. They were pegged for it because if their performance on Eriadu, but all the memories of his family had flooded back since. Flaa always drank those away, and this time he'd drunk himself in a stupor. He'd gotten an earful, but they both knew the other was wounded. Wounded healers could spot another one a mile off. They hadnt shared stories, but they knew.

Carten wa dressed in his full pilots uniform, a red stripe down the pant seam to show his elite status. The hat hid part of his scar, but not all of it. He was dressed to impress, and riding as co-pilot of this one. As Daska maneuvered into the hangar, Carten took care of the comms. He managed all the details with flight control as his wingmate landed the ship. She was good, better than he'd ever be.

Where some people saw pride in the grand display of the welcoming committee, Carten saw fodder for the imperial agenda. How many of them would die for a cause they didn't even know of. Flaa knew what he'd gotten into when joined, but had the rest? This was why he was an officer, and why he was an elite pilot. He believed in a galaxy of peace through mighty rule. Strong leadership kept peace by eliminating the threats to peace. Threats, like the pirates who killed his wife and daughter, they had to go.

The pilots descended first, followed by the guard for the leaders. Once in place, Carten offered a crisp salute.

[member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Inkara Liet"]

 

[Aram Kalast]

Compressed air steamed up and shot out across the high polished floors of the dock as the shuttle released it’s locking seals and lowered the ramp allowing a Aram in full uniform to exit the ship flanked by two black-clad officers and four stormtroopers of the First Order. Their armour was perfect in design, different to the Imperiums yet similar in intent.

Cold blue eyes stared out over the Imperiums forces as the Supreme Commander led the small delegation towards their opposites that were matching his own level of parade and pompous. Only silence would surround the sounds of his boots against the hard floor.

“Supreme Commander Kalast.” He introduced himself as he reached the Imperium’s heads of order. “First Order and representative of Supreme Leader Sieger Ren. It is an honour to meet the Imperium’s finest.” It was a simple introduction but it would suffice, after all it would not be up to him how the tone of this meeting flowed, no it would be for the people opposite.

[member="Carten Flaa"] | [member="Daska Tess"] | [member="Decimus Meridius"] | [member="TK-781"] | [member="Kira Corsai"] | [member="Galven Solomon"] | [member="Inkara Liet"]

 

[Jeron Verity]

Galven kept idle, he wasn't designated or requested to attend this chat, he probably wasn't expected to be here, but what else should he be doing? Managing the Supreme Commanders HQ, making sure the walls are in good shape and the janitors have checked in? He had nothing to truly govern at this time, but he was prepared for their first sector control, to deal with the management of planets so all they would need to say is a few words and Galven could get things under way. He participated this rendezvous to protect his Supreme Commander. Of course, when brought up against just one Star Destroyer, this ship wouldn't last long, a few minutes, hopefully, but a few SD's? A poppable SD in comparison. None of that mattered, he was ready to make sure Meridius survived if anything happened.

"Keep the ship steady and quiet, but be ready to engage engines and charge weapons just to be on the safe side. No one slack off. This isn't a combat zone, but tensions are high and if I make the order to launch fighters, they better well do it." It was an order that Galven had made, but to his crew, it was an agreement. Whether it was to do their duty, or hope to escape alive, that wasn't truly known.

[member="Aram Kalast"] | [member="Carten Flaa"] | [member="Daska Tess"] | [member="Decimus Meridius"] | [member="TK-781"] | [member="Kira Corsai"] | [member="Inkara Liet"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

The glorious Starkiller base that Tmoxin had visited not too long ago was gone. Destroyed. Burned to the ground.

By the group who constructed it in the first place.

Some galaxians may complain that this was wasteful and impractical. But the Hapan executive would beg to differ. It was strategic. Why leave one of your best assets for your enemy to seize, profit from and use against you. Not to mention protecting the treasure trove of intelligence that the First Order had amassed at the base.

Tmoxin Temi had traveled again to Eriadu not only to give her support and the unofficial Techno Union blessing to the First Order, but she also to gather her own intelligence on the Galactic Alliance. With recent sabotage and infilitration on Hypori by an unknown group, she suspected the two were linked. But as of this moment, had no proof.

The Hapan executive felt her luxury yacht, The Soverign Stingray was too whimsical a ship to bring, so she landed among the destroyers and flanking TIEs in a Hood Class Support Cruiser, with her Morpho Security Detail and Mirari bodyguard droids. Since she was in the private sector now, she wore a short black jacket and boots.

Spoiler

But she had worn the Imperial uniform with pride in her previous life as a Commander for the Imperial arm of the One Sith military. However, what she didn't have then and what she had now were several brimming bank accounts. As Tmoxin had promised the Supreme Commander on Eriadu before, she would offer up any funding or material support that the First Order - and their allies the Imperium - needed.

After landing and walking up to the staging area where the Officers were beginning to convene, the red-haired Hapan scanned the participants for familiar faces. Commodore Vaiden was not to be found, but the Supreme Commander was there as he should be. Her new pilot Carten Flaa was also visible in a line of TIE pilots. He had been with her on Hypori during the raid. She had a witness now if she needed someone to corroborate the events which occured in Innote Q headquarters and why she suspected it was linked to the Galactic Alliance.

[member="Carten Flaa"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="Decimus Meridius"] [member="TK-781"] [member="Kira Corsai"] [member="Galven Solomon"] [member="Inkara Liet"] [member="Aram Kalast"]

 

[Sibar Laval]

Sibar groaned, still sore from the purging of Eriadu. He stayed like that until he noticed what the time on his datapad was. "KARK!" Sibar jumped out his bed and flicked on the lights "Beauty sleep's over boys! It seems we oversleptl" One of the incinerators rubbed his eyes and looked at Sibar "What? Your datapad must be wrong. There is no way we overslept." Sibar walked over and elbowed the soldier in the gut "Check again Jax before you start question your superior. Now get your armor on before I have to start dishing out punishments!" The soldiers let out a faint yes sir before putting on their armor. This was one day that Sibar couldn't oversleep on.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Galven Solomon"] [member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Carten Flaa"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="Decimus Meridius"] [member="TK-781"] [member="Kira Corsai"] [member="Inkara Liet"]

 

[Not Ordo]

He offered a polite nod as the young man came from his ship. Steam vented from well oiled valves and the soft whine of servos mixed to form its own musical announcement of the arrival. Decimus was far older it seemed and he could see the fire behind the young man's eyes. He was much like Decimus, 30 years ago or so.

He extended a hand and gave one of those fatherly smiles that never quite reached his good eye.

"I am Supreme Commander Decimus Meridius and this is my colleague Director Kira Corsai." he said calmly as he glanced at the assembled group from the two imperial groups. "If you'll please follow me to the conference room we can have a seat and discuss matters."

He turned a quarter turn following his firm handshake and motioned for the troopers to form up as their escort. Now they could see who each other was dealing with.


[member="Daska Tess"] [member="Carten Flaa"] [member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Galven Solomon"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Sibar Laval"] [member="Inkara Liet"] [member="Kira Corsai"] [member="TK-781"]

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

He watched as more and more of them spilled out of the shuttle. The small contingent was packed full of people that he had no doubt were specialists in various fields. While they may have been few in number, he had no doubt that, if it came to it, they would be trouble. He refused to allow his guard to waver as he watched them all, hands firmly holding his blaster rifle at the ready. If it came to it, he would level most of them before they had the chance to draw a weapon. No questions, just results.

But it hadn't come to anything short of introductions. Like the good soldier he was, he remained silent, standing at the ready as the two Supreme Commanders introduced themselves. With the pleasantries aside, he stepped aside to allow them to walk through, and then formed up at the lead honor guard position with the rest of the Shatter Company marines that had accompanied him to meet their guests.

They would all move along as escort, following along with Supreme Command Meridius to the conference room.

[member="Decimus Meridius"] | [member="Sibar Laval"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Galven Solomon"] | [member="Aram Kalast"] | [member="Carten Flaa"] | [member="Daska Tess"] | [member="Kira Corsai"] | [member="Inkara Liet"]

 

[TK-2387]

Kara had just been about ready to head to the firing range when she got a priority alert: Someone wanted her to keep an eye on the meeting from the shadows. With a nod to herself and an affirmative answer, she takes a right, heading down a hallway that would allow her to intercept the meeting party. Of course, she would not interrupt, merely provide support if things went out of hand. With a command via her neural interface, her black armored form disappears from sight, just in time, too.

When the group comes around the corner, she stands to the side, in a darker part where the light doesn't shine as brightly. Once they pass, she follows behind them at a good distance, being sure that they cannot hear her or see the distilled air that was her cloaked form. Hopefully, she wouldn'y have to kill any fellow Imperials, but the Imperium came first. And if they showed to be hostile, she wouldn't hesitate to eliminate them. With a face set to stone, the female Shadow Trooper silences her mind of unneeded thoughts.

[member="Decimus Meridius"] [member="Sibar Laval"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Galven Solomon"] [member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Carten Flaa"] [member="Kira Corsai"] [member="Inkara Liet"] [member="TK-781"]

 

[Ricochet]

[member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Decimus Meridius"] [member="TK-781"] [member="Silas Khras"]

Marching behind the Supreme Commander, was a section of his personal legion, the 501st White Wolves - Aram's Fist. Sleek, uniform and geometric brutal white armor grew behind Aram like a blizzard of steel. Marching in two columns the White Wolves generated an impressive beat of boot against steel deck. Each column swayed and waved as it marched in uniformity behind their Supreme Commander, and final leader. They were the most fanatically loyal of the First Order Troopers.

​

At the head of both columns was its steel eyed and grim faced commander,Ricochet. She was also clad in a similar white armor but with a shoulder captain lapel. A robotic eye that glowed a broken red with a organic sharp brown surveyed the Imperium reception while her lips flat-lined and her single bang of light earthy colored hair followed the tilt of her head. Marching ahead of the columns, Ricochet crept closer to the Supreme Commander, eyeing the Imperium escorts. She spoke no words, her deathly glare would tell what was needed. It was her business to be paranoid and brutal if need be. Once the Supreme Commander had exchanged words with the Imperium representative, she spun about on her heel and waved a gesture with her left, and also robotic, arm.

The two columns broke into 4. Two turned and set up guard at the shuttle the Supreme Commander had embarked upon with she and a smaller two columns remained. Ricochet nodded and turned waving the rest to follow the melodic clanking of their boots resumed. All the while Ricochet's robotic stare watched the Supreme Commander - he was her savour, he brought her out of the enslavement she felt under the xeno tyrants of Huttian space, he brought from the dirt of mercenary work to the glorious purpose of Imperial command. She would not let him out of her sight. Fellow Imperial or not. If the order was given she would unleash bloody hell.