Imperial Dawn (First Order/Imperium Meeting)

[Jaron Lesan]

The final group off the shuttle were a pair of Ren. They were there to observe only, but they were the representatives of the force users which had sworn their alligience to the Supreme Leader. As the ship landed expertly, Lt. Tess must have been flying, Jaron put his mask on and pulled the hood of his cloak over his head. While he was still a disciple, he was close to knighthood. All he needed was the word of his master. Standing tall, Jaron moved along in cadence with the troops. Had [member="Aram Kalast"] not been there the Ren would have led off. There was an order to things and even the Ren were fit into the military schematic.

Jaron stopped as the introductions were made. While she would not notice, his dark eyes fell to [member="Daska Tess"], the only familiar face in the crowd aside from Tmoxin Temi, whom he'd convinced to open herself back to the force. He had not seen her since that day, but it seemed that she had embraced imperialistic ideals once again. Two lightsabers hung from the belt around his waist, and swayed as he walked. His top was sleeveless, showing the tone of his arms. Staying fit was important to Jaron. His ship had a small gym to use when he could. He wondered what this meeting would bring about, but the task was simple, observe and protect the directors at all costs.

[member="Greifen Ren"] [member="Ricochet "][member="ST-2387 'Patriot'"] [member="TK-781"] [member="Decimus Meridius"] [member="Sibar Laval"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Galven Solomon"] [member="Aram Kalast"]

 

[TK-2387]

[member="Jaron Lesan"]

The amount of potentially hostile Force-users was... disturbing. Add to the fact there was no way she could hide herself from the Force, nor was her armor yet upgraded with lightsaber-resistant metals... a fight with even one would not end well for her. But her eyes would linger on the man in the back, with the unique mask, glancing mostly to his hands and lightsabers. She could just tell, a gut feeling, that he could be one of the most dangerous of them.

Something tells me that he is potentially the most dangerous of the First Order members here...

She continues to follow at a good distance from them, keeping her eyes mostly on the soldiers and that one Dark Jedi. They would be the most dangerous, and grenades would be a very useful distraction when thrown in good numbers at the Dark Jedi. Of course, a fight breaking out would be highly unlikely. Still, always good to be prepared... Double checking that her stealth field was still active, she proceeds with the trailing.

 

[Greifen Ren]

Stepping in succession with [member="Jaron Lesan"], the black-clad figure known as Greifen Ren followed the troopers to stand at [member="Aram Kalast"]'s side. Today would be a banner day for the First Order and the Imperium. Despite the fact that they were distinct tribal groupings within the galaxy at large, the First Order and the Imperium were cut from the same cloth. Their differences were apparent, to be sure, but in the end, both factions were in pursuit of the same goal. A return to the ways of yore.

"Not since the days of the God Emperor has Imperial might shone this brightly," Greifen said to his Disciple-brother, Jaron, referring to the thousand-year-old Emperor Palpatine, whom the Ren venerated as a deity. "Surely his spirit is with us today. Can you feel it?"

Folding his hands together, Greifen began to meditate in the presence of the Dark Side as he proceeded to join behind Aram Kalast and the other leaders. He and Jaron were here to represent the Knights of Ren, the First Order's Dark Side cult, and would speak on behalf of the First Order if so commanded by Kalast.

 

[Jade Ren]

Rens, more formally, the Knights of Ren saved Jade from joining the Sith, and becoming a monster. Here, there was honor, and meaning. He was not just another cog in the machine, he was the new generation of something great, and hr had many to look up to who lead by example, though it was all new to him.

His thoughts weighed downed his emotions as he wondered, what was in store with meeting the Imperium, and would there be a battle between the two, or an alliance?.

With nothing on him but the clothes on his back, Jade made his way to the bridge of the First Order's ship. There he would stay until given commands.

(sorry I'm on my phone at work!)

 

[Alleycat]

After members of Kalast's Fist fell in around the Supreme Commander and Director to escort them, two Knights of Ren followed suit, then Tess and her fellow pilot, Flaa, folded in behind them as the group was lead to the conference room where the leadership meeting between the two factions was to take place. A guard detail was left in the hangar bay to watch over their ship.

Daska could feel many pairs of eyes upon her as the First Order walked in perfect parade step; most were not of the friendly kind as of yet, though one set were from the start. It still unnerved her that he could illicit unprofessional thoughts from her. That was something she could not afford to happen… And vowed not to.

[member="Jade Tylus"] [member="Greifen Ren"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Carten Flaa"] [member="Aram Kalast"], [member="Ricochet "][member="Sibar Laval"] [member="Inkara Liet"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] @Imperium

 

[Aram Kalast]

“Very well.” Aram allowed the Imperium’s supreme commander to allocate the next moves, proceeding to relocate them to a more private setting within the ship. It was standard Imperial procedure to most, Aram himself would have forgone it and done the meeting upon the bridge of his ship or within the halls of some world that was under their fold.

The Supreme Commander followed the request and finally found himself within a pristine board room of sorts. Grey walls and dark floors were replicated across a darkened grey table, the bright white lights that gave the room illumination making it seem far more welcoming than it deserved but Aram hesitated none, instead he took a seat and ran his hand across the crease in his jacket to assure it sat as was intended.

He allowed the others to sit, his own troops had been given loose orders to communicate and mingle with the soldiers of the Imperium if need be. It was not for social practices as everything had reason within the First Order. A recruit was a recruit and all were potential.

“May I begin with saying that it is a pleasure to be allowed aboard your vessel Supreme Commander Meridius. I do apologise for our lack of warning upon our approach but sadly my intentions have been forced to play early.” He smiled, genuine yet somehow cold. “I will also begin with the fact that I am the authority within the First Order at this time, our Supreme Leader himself is currently engaged with pressing matters on the Southern Rim and has elevated me to status in his absence. However we are not here to press our own concerns onto your own, so I must insist that we rather get to the point.”

There would be no idle chit-chat. The social careers of the Empire had destroyed many variants in the past. Aram would not let the First Order become a passing shadow in time.

“I have been led to believe that our goals are not much different from the other. Per chance or not this opens an opportunity that was left in the vacuum of the Imperial Remnants breaking and the subsequent retreat of the so called Galactic Empire into the Republic’s safe arms. I have seen pointless bloodshed between our ilk before, stormtrooper versus stormtrooper in a fight to get the best pieces of scrap left from the bones of the One Sith feast within the Core.” He paused and stared at Decimus. “I will not let it happen again.”

“We are prepared to aid the Imperium.” Aram gave a sidewards glance to [member="Tmoxin Temi"] assuring her that any deal was his to make and would not include any side bonuses involving her own resources unless she herself said it. “Be it with manpower, material asset or Intelligence. Consider the First Order with open arms of friendship. I assure you that we will answer any call placed before us.”
For a price.
He kept the final part silent. He knew how people like Decimus worked, he would hear the words none the less and it all depended on if he questioned it as to the way their relationship would proceed.

[member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Daska Tess"] | [member="Jade Tylus"] | [member="Ricochet "]| @Sibar Laval | [member="Inkara Liet"] | [member="Carten Flaa"] | [member="Decimus Meridius"]​

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

The Imperium ship was impressive as the Supreme Commander of the First Order casually remarked.

Tmoxin took her place in the meeting room with the rest of the Imperial contingent. While she was used to being in control - or at least taking it where she could - she would bear witness today to the discussion and be there to help if required. Her military training came in handy here. Tmoxin may be the staunchist of Hapans, but she knew when to step out of the limelight and follow orders as well.

Listening to [member="Aram Kalast"] speak, Tmoxin supported every word. The Hapan Dark Jedi had her own idealistic dreams once of a unified Empire, but through the Sith, that would never be allowed. Military funding was deprioritized, troopers were sent on suicide missions, recruiting had been at an all-time low, and half of the time, she was paying for her garrison's assets with her own credits.

No more.

Tmoxin gave a subtle nod at the offer of aid. She was tempted to use telepathy to assuage the Supreme Commander's fears, but slipping into his mind with her own thoughts on the matter was not a prudent thing to do. While she knew Commander Kalast, she didn't know his temperament for darkside magic.

"Aid can come in many forms," Tmoxin added, trying to show the highest degree of respect since she spoke next and not Decidus. But her seat at the table required her to clarify Aram Kalast's stance, mostly for his sake. "Although my place is on the Executive Council of the Techno Union, it will be the First Order who helps you. Material support will be granted in a decisive line from Order to Imperium.

Tmoxin planned to fund the First Order with her own credits and manpower. Since the Council had not voted on Techno Union financial support to be given so freely to outside parties, this was the safest way to do business with the two groups.

[member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="Jade Tylus"] [member="Ricochet "][member="Sibar Laval"] [member="Inkara Liet"] [member="Carten Flaa"] [member="Decimus Meridius"] [member="Aram Kalast"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

A brief lapse of professionalism saw Carten's eyes dart over to the Hapan executive he had recently been tasked with retrieving for this meeting. While the pomp and circumstance required him to leave her post for this exercise, their initial meeting had been one which had thrown more at them then either anticipated. At least they made it out in one piece, and coming as close to death as he had was beginning to give the man a new view on life. He felt he owed [member="Tmoxin Temi"] that much.

Whatever it was the two groups were about to discuss, Carten knew it was something to do with a cooperative nature. Hopefully this wasn't just two groups posturing to get the best position for when one would eventually stab the other in the back. By nature he was suspicious, and it was speculative personality which had kept him alive during his years as a bounty hunter. He piloted the same way, more with his gut than anything else. Theory only took a pilot so far after all.

The pilot could have sworn his wingmate dropped her guard for the briefest of moments. This was odd, and he was going to have to pull it out of her later. The last thing either of them needed was to jeopardize their careers because of unprofessional relationships with collegues. Then again, maybe that was exactly what they both needed. Carten shoved it all down. They'd talk later, and he'd have a chance to see the Hapan executive later as well. For now, their duty was to guard the Supreme Leader. Still, Carten couldn't help but steal a look at the Hapan's six as she passed by.

[member="Daska Tess"] [member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Greifen Ren"] [member="Ricochet "]@eveyone else this list of tags is getting long

 

[Silas]

[member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="Jade Tylus"] [member="Ricochet "] [member="Sibar Laval"] [member="Inkara Liet"] [member="Carten Flaa"] [member="Decimus Meridius"] [member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

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A armored white reptilian like figure stood above the remaining soldiers as two went to guard the Supreme Commander's shuttle while the rest followed the Supreme commander close by. Despite being recently crafted, the 501st White Wolf Company held a powerful bunch along with the pesky Xeno Extremists who believed that humans were better. Most notably, was Ricochet, the leader of White Wolf Company. Whenever Silas heard Ricochet talk harshly about Xeno's and especially him, seeing as he was in fact one, it always made his hands clench up unintentionally. Most thought he was just angry, but that wasn't it. No, Silas was savoring the day he would show Ricochet that Xeno's were useful, just one day, one single moment was all it would take, hopefully.

​

Silas's white helmet swerved as he looked through the black visor, first right than forward again. This ship was impressive, but the First Order was more, had more....meant more than this ship. A reptilian grin slithered onto Silas's face under his white helmet which caused him to stick out his reptilian tongue out slightly. His red eyes darted across the area in front of him which mostly consisted of the back of Ricochet save for the metal walls.

​

Silas's arms gripped the black and white blaster in hand, in a uniform and disciplined fashion. White plating went up upon his forearms but other then the white plating, their wasn't any more armor on it. As both of Silas's forearms were cybernetic and he didn't care to hide it as it showed that he wouldn't be so easily broken.

​

Silas shook away his rebellious thoughts as he focused upon his objective and on what the Supreme Commander was announcing to his equal, equal in the way that they both controlled remnants, though the similarities ended at that point as the Supreme Commander was superior in many more ways.

 

[Greifen Ren]

Greifen stood behind the Supreme Commander [member="Aram Kalast"] as he spoke. He would have changed nothing about what the Supreme Commander said to the leadership of the Imperium. All the men in this room were brothers, whether they realized it or not. They fought the same enemy. And although the First Order had pledged assistance and loyalty to the Imperium, he hoped that these other Imperials would meet the gesture with gratitude and offer the same.

To others, the members of the Knights of Ren might appear laconic and strange; black-cloaked figures who said nothing, only stood as beacons of darkness and testaments to the First Order's devotion to the ways of yore. For his part, Greifen Ren stood absolutely still, his hands folded into a triangle before his chest. To those that had knowledge of the mysteries of the Force, they would know that he was meditating. Greifen was searching for the spirit of God Emperor Palpatine, probing through the netherregions of the Force to call out to the spirit that still inhabited the abyss. He firmly believed that the God Emperor had orchestrated this meeting from the beyond, and that his presence could be felt here.

A thousand years dead, and yet it was as if the God Emperor had never left the galaxy. Greifen reveled in his dark aura.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Greifen Ren"] [member="Silas Khras"] [member="Carten Flaa"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="ST-2387 'Patriot'"] [member="Jade Ren"] [member="Kira Corsai"] [member="Inkara Liet"] @TK-781 @Galven Solomon

Decimus offered the younger man and the representative from the techno union a polite smile. He gave no outward signs of noticing the many Force users that had made their way in with their commander but he admired their sense of loyalty. His bright red photoreceptor eye refocused several times visibly as he looked at the First Order's supreme commander.

"I admire your directness. I've been in uniform a long time and when you reach my position you have to deal with many layers of politics with an eye out," he taped the side of his prosthetic, "For who may be looking for a good place for a knife. However, despite my worries you came and you laid out your request with military precision, and I appreciate that."

The older man turned his head to the young woman from the techno union and nodded.

"Welcome, Miss." he said in that fatherly way he had perfected over the years, "I'm sure we will be in touch again."

"Supreme Commander Kalast, I am at present unable to offer much by way of support other than militarily. We can give troops as well as equipment from my direct command upon request but everything comes with cost does it not? Let's discuss, briefly, the present situation. We are what you might call, running silent, can you ensure those present will keep our existence classified until we are ready to reveal ourselves to our joint enemies?"

He sat calmly a hand on the table and one on his lap. He was old and set in his ways but sharp, and he had to protect his people first and others second, any commander would do the same.

 

[Not Ordo]

Storm Commando four two one stood by the door and calculated the chances that he would have to open fire, and it seemed thankfully low. His scar riddled face was hidden by the older styled storm helmet he had refused to give up from his days in the old sith empire, long before the one sith attacked coruscant. His light repeater in hand at port arms he stood still and scanned the people in the room. At the same time he pulled his force presence in to a pin head that ensured his sensitivity remained the closely guarded secret he had worked years to bury.

With luck he wouldn't need to show it today or any other in the near future, but only time would tell.

[member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Greifen Ren"] [member="Silas Khras"] [member="Carten Flaa"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Daska Tess"] @ST-2387 'Patriot [member="Jade Ren"] [member="Kira Corsai"] [member="Inkara Liet"] [member="TK-781"] [member="Galven Solomon"]

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

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

The Imperium functionary in the back of the room -- stoop-shouldered, leaning on a cane, reading from an odd datapad -- bore an uncanny resemblance to a three-term Republic senator who'd retired for medical reasons a few years ago. Senator, shipwright, democrat, terrible poet, notorious inventor, lover of a fallen mand'alor.

But it pretty much couldn't be him. Why would someone like Rel Connory be wearing the uniform of a midlevel Imperium pencil-pusher? Connory was probably dead, and mostly forgotten. Almost certainly better off that way -- him and the galaxy both. There'd been pearl-clutchingly sympathetic rumors of depression and post-traumatic stress. No, if Connory was still alive, he was off playing mad genius in a garage or a dirty chem lab, not wearing a dull uniform and alternating his attention between the datapad and the speakers. Had to be someone else.

Just one of those faces.

 

[TK-2387]

[member="Rel Connory"] [member="SC-421"] [member="Decimus Meridius"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Jaron Lesan"]

Passing by the Storm Commando, she flashes a general purpose MILICOMM (Main Military Comms, I believe) signal to all Imperium military personnel in the room and those outside that she was currently in the meeting room, observing from one of the corners nearest General Meridius. They shouldn't bother looking for her, as they would not find her visually.

So far, it seemed the meetings were going fine, if not a bit slow for her tastes. Hopefully, just her, the Marine, and the Storm Commando would be enough, but she had a small four-man fireteam of (NPC) Shadow Troopers on standby, just in case bantha fodder hit the fan. And if it did, there were too many Force Users for her and a few normal soldiers and officers to fight alone.

'ST Fireteam Beta is on standby if needed, sir. Should I keep them on alert, just in case, sir?' She sends over to [member="TK-781"] over private helmet comms.

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Jaron had listened to what was being said, all the while looking to [member="Daska Tess"] to see if anything spoken had phased her. She was a barometer for him whether she was aware of it or not. The usually passionate Ren had been learning temperance in certain matters, or stoicism. Ther was nothing to cause alarm, in fact, it was predictable really. The only two things which caught Jaronnoff guard was the fact the Imperium was keeping there presence a secret, and the fact [member="Tmoxin Temi"] was going to personally fund the First Order.

[member="Greifen Ren"] stood behind [member="Aram Kalast"] and meditated. All Jaron could do was roll his eyes at the overly religious devotion the man took to Palpatine. The Sith was dead, killed by Vader. He failed and was not to be venerated. Perhaps it was the old Sith in him, but Jaron saw no need to be so devoted. He was tempted to drop into the pilot's mind and tell her what he thought, but knew the intrusion would likely be received poorly. She was a beacon of professionalism, and Jaron was more free spirited.

His mind quickly went to what of his services would be offered, or that of the Ren to be more accurate. He wished to remain behind the scenes. His scouting work was not complete, put on hold for this meeting. When it resumed he would be able to find out what Daska thought of it all. For some reason her opinion mattered.

[member="ST-2387 'Patriot'"] [member="Rel Connory"] [member="SC-421"] [member="Decimus Meridius"] [member="Silas Khras"] [member="Jade Ren"] @Ricochet

 

[Sinistra]

Director Corsai sat and watched the proceedings, her crisp aubergine uniform complimenting her dark features. She listened, paying attention to Kalast's tone and his wording. She noted the presence of the Techno Union official and her entourage. In fact as more people arrived, Kira began to suspect that this visit was less about offering mutual support as opposed to displaying their resources. It was flexing their muscles, but in a more appropriate venue than across a battlefield. A treatise between these groups could prove beneficial to both sides but the whiff of superiority from the First Order was hard to miss. They were posturing to the new upstarts, in her opinion.

She would reserve her thoughts for the debriefing with Grand Moff Joran later. For the moment, she merely observed with the eyes of a seasoned professional and bureaucrat. In these settings, it was just as much about what wasn't said as what was.

[member="Rel Connory"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member='SC-421'] [member='Decimus Meridius'] [member="Greifen Ren"] [member="Silas Khras"] [member="Carten Flaa"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Aram Kalast"]

 

[Syyl Vester]

The Ardent class Fast Frigate A-842 slipped out of hyperspace and into the velvety blackness of space. Once again in its comforting environment the ship almost seemed restless for action, the low thrum of its engines reminding the master of the vessel of an energetic animal just waiting for the release command. A brief memory flitted through his mind of the first time he had run her engines up to full power...the low thrum had quickly climbed through the sonic range, climbing higher until the engines had settled out and dropped several octaves down towards a slight roar and the ship had left her tugs behind with the glittering docks at an impressive rate, one that...

"Captain." a soft voice interrupted his musings.

The captain turned to his commanding officer.

"Sorry sir. We have arrived at our destination." The captain stepped slightly to the side of the viewport to allow the general a view of the gathered ships.

General Vester eyed the formation for a moment. "Join the formation captain. Hopefully this won't take too long." Vester turned and headed towards the hanger bay not far away where a shuttle sat with warm engines to take him to the Imperium's flag ship.

"Aye sir. Helm join formation portmost. Comms, please inform the flagship of our arrival, movement intention and to expect the General's shuttle. The General would like an audience with the leadership at their earliest convenience, and our thanks."