Public Imperial Outreach Party on Lianna

[Aculia Voland]

Lianna, Tion Cluster, Outer Rim Territories.
Hotel Chevalier

A pleasant breeze blew through the air on the balcony of the Hotel Chevalier on Lianna, smelling faintly of the roses planted throughout the hotel’s exterior as a woman in a black Moff uniform gazed out at the ecumenopolis, reflecting on the great height between her and the streets below. In many ways, it symbolized how far she had come in the past 25 years after the fall of the Elysium Empire and her abandonment by the treacherous Valhoun and Arenais families, who had retreated back to their wealthy worlds and homes leaving everyone else involved in their empire project to scramble for shelter and funding.

A gloved hand gripped the railings for a moment.

No matter, that was a long time ago now. No longer was she a mercenary scrambling for any jobs or work she could find. Now, she had a purpose. To create a place for her and her children, and the children of many others in the Outer Rim, to grow up safely and with order. Free of the degeneracy and hypocrisy of the Galactic Alliance, free from Mawites, pirates, and slavers, and a place where one could rise through merit to the highest ranks of power, rather than bowing and scraping to feckless and useless nobles.

“Ma’am, the party is about to begin.” Her aide, a bright, young blonde-haired woman named Neeja, intoned.

“I will be there shortly, thank you Neeja.”

Today was an important day. Imperials had been invited from across both the Empire of the Lost and from the other Imperial remnant factions to socialize and discuss their various plans for the future, as well as make crucial Imperial connections that could help benefit them in the future. There were rumors that there could even be discussions about possibly unifying some of these disparate forces into a single Empire, although that was almost surely just speculation at this stage. Although she was not a fan of the uniform she wore, preferring more loosely fitting and comfortable robes, she knew it was important to maintain appearances and aesthetics here, and for her and her son to deepen their relationships with several of those invited.

And remember, you could always fall back down to those streets, if you are not careful. It is time to make friends here, and discuss future plans. The Sith and the Galactic Alliance are slowly but surely expanding in the region, and it will be crucial to have allies to force them back when the time comes.

With that thought, she took a deep breath, grabbed her datapad, and headed into the rather glamorous (and extremely heavily guarded) hotel.​

 

[Darth Valor]

Darth Valor's gaze shifted from the breathtaking view of the ecumenopolis to his loyal aide, Sestia, who had just reminded him of the impending party. Straightening his posture, he turned his attention back to the present, focusing on the opportunity that lay before him.

"Thank you, Sestia," he replied with a nod, acknowledging her efficiency. "We must make our presence known at this gathering. It is essential that we establish connections and forge alliances with like-minded Imperials who share our vision."

Valor adjusted the black Moff uniform, feeling somewhat constrained by its rigid form. Nevertheless, he understood the importance of projecting an image of authority and power amidst the gathering. As he strode through the halls of the luxurious hotel, his crimson lightsaber discreetly concealed, he observed the numerous guards stationed throughout, a reminder of the caution that must be exercised in such influential circles.

Upon entering the grand hall, brimming with dignitaries and Imperials of various ranks, Valor sought out those individuals who possessed the potential to align their ambitions with his own. He engaged in conversations, expertly blending charm and authority to captivate his audience.

Amidst the pleasantries and small talk, Valor subtly steered the discussions towards the future of the Empire. He listened intently to the plans and aspirations shared by other attendees, all the while assessing their characters and suitability for potential alliances. His acute Sith instincts guided him in identifying the most ambitious and capable individuals—those who could be swayed to join his cause.

As the evening progressed, Valor maneuvered through the crowd, making strategic introductions and planting seeds of collaboration. With each interaction, he revealed just enough of his own aspirations without divulging his full intentions. He focused on building rapport, highlighting shared concerns about the encroaching influence of the Sith and the Galactic Alliance in the region.

Keeping in mind the delicate dance of politics, Valor remained mindful of the need for discretion and the potential repercussions of being too overt. He employed his Sith abilities of perception to gauge the true loyalties and motives of those he encountered, seeking out potential allies while remaining wary of hidden agendas.

Throughout the evening, Valor expertly balanced his roles as a respected Moff and a formidable Sith Lord, projecting an image of strength and determination. He engaged in thoughtful discussions, subtly influencing conversations to align with his long-term goals. With each passing moment, he solidified connections, planting the seeds of loyalty within the hearts and minds of those who could aid him in securing a powerful future for the Imperial cause.

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Leaning down, he had grabbed a brush and was cleaning his long black pair of officer boots. Each stroke was with care, application of shoe shine applied almost on every other stroke. Muttering to himself a count, he placed the brush down when he had finished and pulled the boots off the table, putting them on. It had been a very long time since he had even seen the outfit he was going to wear, much less tried it on. It must have been...almost a hundred years since he had last put it on. Thankfully, most of it still fits save for his sleeves which had been retailored last night. Helps to have new wrists and arms once reborn once more but a pain for old clothing. He never really liked formal parties, there was always a problem with them and he had a long history of either getting into a fight or having been pulled away from a party due to anti-alien policies. Pulling a bit on his boot, he placed inside his scout blaster inside the left boot, snuggly keeping it in his holster.

Moving pulling on the cufflinks, he slowly approached the standing mirror and looked upon himself in it. It been a long time since he had the white uniform of Imperial Intelligence adorned on his body. Turning side to side, he moved his black gloves over a spot on his uniform and brushed off a speck of dust. It was almost picture perfect, all it required was his insignias and awards. Leaning down, he opened up a wooden box that had inlaid leather that he had handmade to keep his ordainments. Pulling out his rank insignia, he would place it in the proper spot and snap his feet together, turning to look at it in the mirror. Three Blue, Two Yellow. The markings of an Imperial Security officer, his undercover rank long ago of Major in the Galactic Empire. Snapping his boots again, he turned and inspected it from every side. While it did look aged, it could not be helped it was over nine hundred years old...though he had to look the part from his old ways. It was well taken care of, even if it was dented a little in the top right corner.

Leaning down into the box, he pulled out a pair of songsteel buttons, pushing them gently one after the other onto his cuffs to snap them into place. The Sullustan had learned how to mold songsteel in his free time, so much so that he sometimes wanted to show it off, allowing his cufflinks to generally be one of a kind and something to talk on in social circles when the situations generally (always), became awkward. Grabbing his lightsaber from afar, he opened up part of the flap to reveal a pair of silk like straps, taking his time to expertly tie it together, he pulled them hard and kept them secure, pulling the flap closed as it barely can show the bulge of his lightsaber. A fitting he had requested from a tailor when he realized parties were sometimes rudely interrupted on Rori.

Pulling the last thing out from his box, he held what could only be described as a ribbon device, having in Aurebesh be of Y (V in Basic). It was of a bronze like quality, his left hand rolling around his fingers, letting his mind wander on the past. A knock on his door took him out of his thoughts, shaking his head as he went to the hotel door and slowly opened it to reveal an Imperial Officer before him, an Ensign which was unusual. He was already in his formal uniform, his boots freshly cleaned and his cap worn straight on with a new leather berth around the tip of the cap.

"Mr. Sesara?"

"That would be me yes, is there something wrong?"

"No, you been awarded from Commander Voland. I been sent to deliver it to you."

The ensign held with both hands a long, elegant box with the Imperial stamp on top of it. It was laden in black, with a silver etching all in the Logos design. The Sullustan gently took it in both hands, his green eyes never once having left the gaze onto the box when it was revealed to him. His right hand slowly opened the box, revealing to him not only a medal, but the strap and ribbon beside it. In writing? The Imperial Bronze Star. The mouth of his was partly open, in complete shock on the sight of seeing the medal. Almost falling, he stumbled back as the Ensign quickly grabbed the arm of the Sullustan to help him keep standing, worried that he may faint. The Sullustans words would stutter a little to himself yet the Ensign shook his shoulder, trying to get a response.

"Sir? Sir are you alright?"

"I...I...I have not laid eyes on something like this...in such a long time. Not since...not since I was on Centax Two. I was..."

The words trailed off as he looked himself in the mirror for a brief moment. Holding the medal with his left hand, he let it go near his uniform. Looking it over, he bit his bottom lip to hide the emotional outpouring he felt in his heart. The Ensign looked a little out of place as he spoke aloud, noticing still in his hand, the Y that was barely hidden in his hand.

"Sir, why are you holding a device for valor?

"Ensign...let me tell you a tale.

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Entering into the rather large hotel gathering, he was flanked by the Ensign whom he shook his hand with before letting him depart. Turning his body, he wore his uniform with pride, something that he had not done in a very long time. The posture was straight up, his head was oddly shined and his cuff links he had polished just beforehand. Moving towards an area for refreshments, he took a small glass of water and thanked the server, giving a small sip of the cold iced water, he turned to reveal his new adornment on his uniform. The ribbon for the Imperial Bronze Star but with it, that little Y he had held onto for so long, was stamped right into the middle of it.

Finally...he was able to display what he had done so long ago.

Tags: Darth Valor Aculia Voland

 

[Darth Valor]

Darth Valor, adorned in his black Moff uniform with a cloak billowing behind him, observed the gathering from a distance. His piercing gaze fell upon the Imperial officer who had just received a prestigious medal, the Imperial Bronze Star. A surge of aggression coursed through the Sith Lord as he sensed weakness and vulnerability in the officer's demeanor. With purposeful strides, Valor made his way towards the officer, his presence exuding an aura of menace.

Approaching the officer, Darth Valor's voice carried a hint of disdain as he addressed him with an air of superiority. "Ensign, isn't it? I couldn't help but overhear your pathetic display of emotion over a mere trinket." His tone dripped with contempt as he towered over the officer, his crimson lightsaber subtly gleaming beneath his cloak.

"Tell me, Ensign, what have you truly accomplished to warrant such recognition? Have you faced the crucible of combat? Have you witnessed the true horrors of war and emerged triumphant?" Valor's words were laced with mockery, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the officer's reaction.

He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing tone. "You wear that ribbon as if it were a badge of honor, but it is nothing more than a reminder of your insignificance. True power, true valor, is earned through bloodshed, sacrifice, and the unyielding pursuit of power."

Darth Valor's gloved hand instinctively moved towards his own chest, where his Sith amulets lay hidden beneath the cloak. The amulets, symbols of his own dark power, whispered to him, fueling his aggression further.

"Do not think for a moment that your pitiful accomplishments compare to what a Sith Lord such as myself is capable of. Your medal means nothing in the face of true power, true mastery of the Force." Valor's voice resonated with a mixture of arrogance and malevolence, his eyes gleaming with the intensity of the dark side.

With a disdainful sneer, he turned away from the ensign, his black cloak swirling behind him. "Remember this, Ensign, true power is not bestowed upon the weak and sentimental. It is taken by the strong, the ruthless, and the unwavering."

Darth Valor left the ensign standing in his wake, his words hanging in the air as a chilling reminder of the Sith Lord's disdain for those he deemed unworthy.

Leaning down, he had grabbed a brush and was cleaning his long black pair of officer boots. Each stroke was with care, application of shoe shine applied almost on every other stroke. Muttering to himself a count, he placed the brush down when he had finished and pulled the boots off the table, putting them on. It had been a very long time since he had even seen the outfit he was going to wear, much less tried it on. It must have been...almost a hundred years since he had last put it on. Thankfully, most of it still fits save for his sleeves which had been retailored last night. Helps to have new wrists and arms once reborn once more but a pain for old clothing. He never really liked formal parties, there was always a problem with them and he had a long history of either getting into a fight or having been pulled away from a party due to anti-alien policies. Pulling a bit on his boot, he placed inside his scout blaster inside the left boot, snuggly keeping it in his holster.

Moving pulling on the cufflinks, he slowly approached the standing mirror and looked upon himself in it. It been a long time since he had the white uniform of Imperial Intelligence adorned on his body. Turning side to side, he moved his black gloves over a spot on his uniform and brushed off a speck of dust. It was almost picture perfect, all it required was his insignias and awards. Leaning down, he opened up a wooden box that had inlaid leather that he had handmade to keep his ordainments. Pulling out his rank insignia, he would place it in the proper spot and snap his feet together, turning to look at it in the mirror. Three Blue, Two Yellow. The markings of an Imperial Security officer, his undercover rank long ago of Major in the Galactic Empire. Snapping his boots again, he turned and inspected it from every side. While it did look aged, it could not be helped it was over nine hundred years old...though he had to look the part from his old ways. It was well taken care of, even if it was dented a little in the top right corner.

Leaning down into the box, he pulled out a pair of songsteel buttons, pushing them gently one after the other onto his cuffs to snap them into place. The Sullustan had learned how to mold songsteel in his free time, so much so that he sometimes wanted to show it off, allowing his cufflinks to generally be one of a kind and something to talk on in social circles when the situations generally (always), became awkward. Grabbing his lightsaber from afar, he opened up part of the flap to reveal a pair of silk like straps, taking his time to expertly tie it together, he pulled them hard and kept them secure, pulling the flap closed as it barely can show the bulge of his lightsaber. A fitting he had requested from a tailor when he realized parties were sometimes rudely interrupted on Rori.

Pulling the last thing out from his box, he held what could only be described as a ribbon device, having in Aurebesh be of Y (V in Basic). It was of a bronze like quality, his left hand rolling around his fingers, letting his mind wander on the past. A knock on his door took him out of his thoughts, shaking his head as he went to the hotel door and slowly opened it to reveal an Imperial Officer before him, an Ensign which was unusual. He was already in his formal uniform, his boots freshly cleaned and his cap worn straight on with a new leather berth around the tip of the cap.

"Mr. Sesara?"

"That would be me yes, is there something wrong?"

"No, you been awarded from Commander Voland. I been sent to deliver it to you."

The ensign held with both hands a long, elegant box with the Imperial stamp on top of it. It was laden in black, with a silver etching all in the Logos design. The Sullustan gently took it in both hands, his green eyes never once having left the gaze onto the box when it was revealed to him. His right hand slowly opened the box, revealing to him not only a medal, but the strap and ribbon beside it. In writing? The Imperial Bronze Star. The mouth of his was partly open, in complete shock on the sight of seeing the medal. Almost falling, he stumbled back as the Ensign quickly grabbed the arm of the Sullustan to help him keep standing, worried that he may faint. The Sullustans words would stutter a little to himself yet the Ensign shook his shoulder, trying to get a response.

"Sir? Sir are you alright?"

"I...I...I have not laid eyes on something like this...in such a long time. Not since...not since I was on Centax Two. I was..."

The words trailed off as he looked himself in the mirror for a brief moment. Holding the medal with his left hand, he let it go near his uniform. Looking it over, he bit his bottom lip to hide the emotional outpouring he felt in his heart. The Ensign looked a little out of place as he spoke aloud, noticing still in his hand, the Y that was barely hidden in his hand.

"Sir, why are you holding a device for valor?

"Ensign...let me tell you a tale.

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Entering into the rather large hotel gathering, he was flanked by the Ensign whom he shook his hand with before letting him depart. Turning his body, he wore his uniform with pride, something that he had not done in a very long time. The posture was straight up, his head was oddly shined and his cuff links he had polished just beforehand. Moving towards an area for refreshments, he took a small glass of water and thanked the server, giving a small sip of the cold iced water, he turned to reveal his new adornment on his uniform. The ribbon for the Imperial Bronze Star but with it, that little Y he had held onto for so long, was stamped right into the middle of it.

Finally...he was able to display what he had done so long ago.

Tags: Darth Valor Aculia Voland

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Giving a nod towards someone conversation, he saw from the corner of his green orb of an eye something black approaching. Something menacing...something he felt, was rather pissed off and angry. The aura of menace was felt upon the Sullustan, an aura he had felt before several times and turning towards the person when the words were addressed to him, were reminded of an aura similar from a lady a literal foot shorter than the Moff.

The verbal dressing down would echo right towards the Sullustan, he was used to be talked down to from over nine hundred years previously...but to hear that he was not in combat made his blood almost instantly boil. Who is this Moff to speak to him the way he did, completely out of protocol in the military style and stance? Moreover, speaking to him as an Ensign when he clearly had the rank insignia for a Major. What more so, he apparently heard him from his hotel room of emotional weakness? Was this man a force sensitive?

The answer became quite clear when the gleam of a lightsaber came from the cloak, an obvious sign of intimidation as his eyes glanced over it for a moment before looking straight forward towards the individual once more. When he took the step closer, he allowed himself to drop down what he considered some of his Force Signatures guard, making his power in the Force far more recognizable. It felt like a beacon, as if blinding to anyone that got to close. To the Sullustan, it was a relief to let it down for a little while but if assassins were looking around, he be the worlds largest target.

The words kept echoing, how that ribbon meant nothing to the Sullustan, how the Moff himself knew true power. Then it was revealed that he himself was a Sith Lord, how he had true power, true mastery in the Force. Then in a final stroke, he turned away and spoke how true power was not bestowed upon the weak, but those strong, ruthless and unwavering. Then it dawned on him, he had already met him...met him already long ago in a strange fever like duel of an encounter some months ago. This made his brow furrow further, he already had to mess with this person one time before.

That was among the final straw he was allowing the Sith Lord to do here in this great hall, among now the people of the Empire of the Lost that he now represents. Using the Force in rather expert fashion, it was beyond probably one of the most powerful Force Pulls he had ever done in ages, making an exertion force all across the ground with a few gasps of the audience erupting. The Force Pull had been directed towards the cape of the individual, attempting to slam him down and with a rather expert movement, rather rapidly wrapped it around the users own neck. The Sith Lord...would be most likely be trapped and choking from his own, large black cape. Using the Force to keep a tight grip, even if it failed, he would made a rather direct statement.

"I would not take sentiment for weakness Moff. I request an apology from you...and I would like my rank Major to be properly addressed."

Darth Valor Aculia Voland

 

[Darth Valor]

Giving a nod towards someone conversation, he saw from the corner of his green orb of an eye something black approaching. Something menacing...something he felt, was rather pissed off and angry. The aura of menace was felt upon the Sullustan, an aura he had felt before several times and turning towards the person when the words were addressed to him, were reminded of an aura similar from a lady a literal foot shorter than the Moff.

The verbal dressing down would echo right towards the Sullustan, he was used to be talked down to from over nine hundred years previously...but to hear that he was not in combat made his blood almost instantly boil. Who is this Moff to speak to him the way he did, completely out of protocol in the military style and stance? Moreover, speaking to him as an Ensign when he clearly had the rank insignia for a Major. What more so, he apparently heard him from his hotel room of emotional weakness? Was this man a force sensitive?

The answer became quite clear when the gleam of a lightsaber came from the cloak, an obvious sign of intimidation as his eyes glanced over it for a moment before looking straight forward towards the individual once more. When he took the step closer, he allowed himself to drop down what he considered some of his Force Signatures guard, making his power in the Force far more recognizable. It felt like a beacon, as if blinding to anyone that got to close. To the Sullustan, it was a relief to let it down for a little while but if assassins were looking around, he be the worlds largest target.

The words kept echoing, how that ribbon meant nothing to the Sullustan, how the Moff himself knew true power. Then it was revealed that he himself was a Sith Lord, how he had true power, true mastery in the Force. Then in a final stroke, he turned away and spoke how true power was not bestowed upon the weak, but those strong, ruthless and unwavering. Then it dawned on him, he had already met him...met him already long ago in a strange fever like duel of an encounter some months ago. This made his brow furrow further, he already had to mess with this person one time before.

That was among the final straw he was allowing the Sith Lord to do here in this great hall, among now the people of the Empire of the Lost that he now represents. Using the Force in rather expert fashion, it was beyond probably one of the most powerful Force Pulls he had ever done in ages, making an exertion force all across the ground with a few gasps of the audience erupting. The Force Pull had been directed towards the cape of the individual, attempting to slam him down and with a rather expert movement, rather rapidly wrapped it around the users own neck. The Sith Lord...would be most likely be trapped and choking from his own, large black cape. Using the Force to keep a tight grip, even if it failed, he would made a rather direct statement.

"I would not take sentiment for weakness Moff. I request an apology from you...and I would like my rank Major to be properly addressed."

Darth Valor Aculia Voland

Darth Valor's eyes blazed with fury as he felt the sudden forceful pull of the cape wrapping around his neck, constricting his airway. A momentary gasp escaped his lips as he struggled against the powerful grip of the Sullustan's Force manipulation. The unexpected turn of events ignited a fierce determination within the Sith Lord.

As the pressure intensified, Darth Valor's dark side powers surged through his veins, fueling his resolve. With a swift, concentrated effort, he reached out with the Force, channeling his own formidable abilities. The energy crackled around him, pushing against the suffocating grip of the cape that threatened to silence him.

Gathering his strength, Darth Valor summoned his own powers of telekinesis, countering the Sullustan's hold on his cape. The invisible tug-of-war between the two Force users intensified, their powers clashing in a battle for dominance.

A cold, sinister smile formed on Darth Valor's lips as his grip on the cape began to loosen, inch by inch. The Sith Lord's eyes locked onto the Sullustan with an unyielding intensity, a testament to his unwavering determination.

"Apology, you say?" Darth Valor's voice dripped with a mixture of venom and defiance. "You dare demand an apology from me, a Sith Lord? You underestimate the power of the dark side, fool."

With a final surge of power, Darth Valor released his grip on the cape, causing it to unravel and fall to the ground. He stood tall, his black cloak billowing around him, as he faced the Sullustan with an aura of menace.

"You may have momentarily disrupted my composure, but mark my words, Sullustan. This is not the end. I shall not forget your insolence," Darth Valor proclaimed, his voice echoing through the great hall.

The Sith Lord's crimson lightsaber ignited in his hand, casting a sinister glow across the room. The power of the dark side surged within him, ready to unleash its destructive force upon his adversary.

"As for your rank, Major," Darth Valor sneered, his eyes burning with malice. "You shall address me as Lord Valor. Show proper respect, or face the consequences."

With a powerful stride, Darth Valor advanced, his lightsaber poised for battle. The clash between these two formidable Force users was inevitable, and the great hall would soon bear witness to a cataclysmic confrontation.

 

[Aculia Voland]

Aculia had been mingling with various Imperial representatives and businessmen when she had first caught sight of the arrogant Darksider Moff. She had pegged him almost as soon as he arrived , but tolerated his presence because he had generally been discreet and polite, and all sorts were needed to rebuild and restabilize the Outer Rim. If there was a Sith willing to stand against his genocidal brethren, well, sometimes you had to allow things you hated to survive. For as long as it were necessary.

That calculation was rapidly changing, however, as the Sith began to do what all Sith inevitably do and start picking a fight to stoke their ego. Silently, she had already motioned for her Death Troopers and associated other inquisitors to begin surrounding Jegy and the Sith. Bloodshed, if it happened, was going to be dealt with overwhelming force…and possibly Force if required. She had her hands on her own lightsaber as she smoothly approached the two, subtly using the Force to ward away the other patrons from around them in a circle. Seemingly out of nowhere, they were flanked by her elite soldiers and inquisitors as she approached them.

“Hello Moff, Major,” she said, politely but with words as chill as ice as she transfixed both of them with her gaze. “I trust we are having a fruitful evening of strengthening bonds and camaraderie, no?” One gloved hand rested on the hilt of her lightsaber as she drew deeply on the Force, becoming a grey whirlwind to the both of them if they looked at her in that lens. A slight shake of head drew her Death Troopers to attention, their hands resting on their blasters, able to pull them and fire in less than a second on her command.

“Ah, if you have not met our Death Troopers, I am quite glad they are here for our protection today. Quite skilled, you know? The 1% of the 1%. Even trained to take down the best of the Jedi and Sith, should the need arise.”

She looked hard at “Darth” Valor. He could make an ass of himself with words, that was fine, but bloodshed here would not be tolerated in the way he thought it was going to go.

“I see you have a nice lightsaber. A very vibrant color, I might add. Now that you have demonstrated it to us, might I suggest you turn it off? There are some who might consider such a display…provocative…and that would not happen here at a gathering of friends now, would it?”

I would prefer not to just murder him in public, but I will not hesitate if necessary.

Jegy Sesara Darth Valor

 

[Darth Valor]

Aculia had been mingling with various Imperial representatives and businessmen when she had first caught sight of the arrogant Darksider Moff. She had pegged him almost as soon as he arrived , but tolerated his presence because he had generally been discreet and polite, and all sorts were needed to rebuild and restabilize the Outer Rim. If there was a Sith willing to stand against his genocidal brethren, well, sometimes you had to allow things you hated to survive. For as long as it were necessary.

That calculation was rapidly changing, however, as the Sith began to do what all Sith inevitably do and start picking a fight to stoke their ego. Silently, she had already motioned for her Death Troopers and associated other inquisitors to begin surrounding Jegy and the Sith. Bloodshed, if it happened, was going to be dealt with overwhelming force…and possibly Force if required. She had her hands on her own lightsaber as she smoothly approached the two, subtly using the Force to ward away the other patrons from around them in a circle. Seemingly out of nowhere, they were flanked by her elite soldiers and inquisitors as she approached them.

“Hello Moff, Major,” she said, politely but with words as chill as ice as she transfixed both of them with her gaze. “I trust we are having a fruitful evening of strengthening bonds and camaraderie, no?” One gloved hand rested on the hilt of her lightsaber as she drew deeply on the Force, becoming a grey whirlwind to the both of them if they looked at her in that lens. A slight shake of her hair drew her Death Troopers to attention, their hands resting on their blasters, able to pull them and fire in less than a second on her command.

“Ah, if you have not met our Death Troopers, I am quite glad they are here for our protection today. Quite skilled, you know? The 1% of the 1%. Even trained to take down the best of the Jedi and Sith, should the need arise.”

She looked hard at “Darth” Valor. He could make an ass of himself with words, that was fine, but bloodshed here would not be tolerated in the way he thought it was going to go.

“I see you have a nice lightsaber. A very vibrant color, I might add. Now that you have demonstrated it to us, might I suggest you turn it off? There are some who might consider such a display…provocative…and that would not happen here at a gathering of friends now, would it?”

I would prefer not to just murder him in public, but I will not hesitate if necessary.

Jegy Sesara Darth Valor

Darth Valor's eyes blazed with a mix of defiance and irritation as Aculia stepped forward, surrounded by her Death Troopers and inquisitors. He could sense her attempt to assert dominance, but he refused to be cowed.

He met her icy gaze with a piercing stare of his own, his voice dripping with malice. "So, Aculia, you choose to interject yourself into this affair, hiding behind your Death Troopers and veiled threats. How typical of your kind, always quick to resort to displays of force."

His grip tightened on his lightsaber, his crimson blade igniting once again with a fiery glow. The room seemed to grow darker as his power surged, his presence emanating an aura of malevolence.

"You may have your troopers, but do not underestimate the strength of the dark side," he sneered. "Your illusions of control will crumble before its might."

Darth Valor took a menacing step forward, his cape billowing behind him, as he continued his retort. "I have no interest in camaraderie or alliances with the weak. I stand alone, unbound by the petty concerns of lesser beings."

His words dripped with contempt as he addressed Aculia directly. "So, Aculia, if it is bloodshed you seek, do not think for a moment that I will back down. Your Death Troopers may be formidable, but they are no match for the power I possess."

With a flourish of his lightsaber, he emphasized his point, the blade crackling with dark energy. "If you wish to test your mettle against the true might of the Sith, then so be it. But be warned, the consequences will be dire."

Darth Valor's gaze shifted from Aculia to the gathered onlookers, his voice carrying a chilling warning. "Let it be known that I do not tolerate interference or threats. Cross me, and you shall witness the true extent of my wrath."

He took a final step back, his eyes fixed on Aculia. "Choose your next move carefully, Aculia. The dark side awaits."

 

[Aculia Voland]

Don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him.

Aculia had to keep repeating the mantra to herself over and over again as the man acted like the quintessential arrogant Sith straight out of some Republic holodrama propaganda. It took all of her willpower to stop herself from cutting down the man right there and then. It would reflect very, very poorly on her project of attempting to unite the disparate Imperials today if she straight up killed one of her own guests in plain view of everyone.

“Clearly, this is some matter of honor between you and Major Jegy. I confess I am not the best acquainted with Sith culture myself, so how about the two of you resolve it...elsewhere...with a friendly contest of skill? Say, down in the hotel’s gym. Those who are interested in a display of martial combat might find it…illuminating.” She managed, gritting her teeth as she did so.

Don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him.

She hoped the Sith Lord would accept.

Jegy Sesara Darth Valor

 

[Darth Valor]

Don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him.

Aculia had to keep repeating the mantra to herself over and over again as the man acted like the quintessential arrogant Sith straight out of some Republic holodrama propaganda. It took all of her willpower to stop herself from cutting down the man right there and then. It would reflect very, very poorly on her project of attempting to unite the disparate Imperials today if she straight up killed one of her own guests in plain view of everyone.

“Clearly, this is some matter of honor between you and Major Jegy. I confess I am not the best acquainted with Sith culture myself, so how about the two of you resolve it...elsewhere...with a friendly contest of skill? Say, down in the hotel’s gym. Those who are interested in a display of martial combat might find it…illuminating.” She managed, gritting her teeth as she did so.

Don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him, don’t murder him.

She hoped the Sith Lord would accept.

Jegy Sesara Darth Valor

Darth Valor regarded Aculia with a mixture of disdain and amusement, her attempt to divert their conflict to a controlled setting not going unnoticed. He could sense her restraint and the struggle to keep her own dark impulses in check. It was a game of political maneuvering, and he was more than willing to play along.

A sly smile curled upon Darth Valor's lips as he responded to Aculia's proposition. "Ah, Aculia, always the diplomat, seeking to find resolution through martial contest. Very well, I shall indulge your proposal."

His eyes narrowed as he stared directly at Aculia, his voice laced with an underlying challenge. "But let it be known, this contest will not be merely for show. It will serve as a testament to the true power of the Sith."

He glanced towards Jegy, a silent acknowledgment of their impending clash. "Major Jegy, prepare yourself for a test unlike any other. This shall be an opportunity for you to witness firsthand the strength of the dark side."

With a flourish, Darth Valor activated his crimson lightsaber once again, the blade pulsating with malevolent energy. "Lead the way, Aculia. Let the gymnasium become our arena, where the true extent of our powers shall be unleashed."

As he turned to follow Aculia, his cape billowing behind him, he muttered under his breath, "A contest of skill indeed, but let it be a lesson to all who witness it. The power of the Sith shall not be underestimated."

 

[Aculia Voland]

If Jegy kills him in the duel, I wonder if I can manage to suppress the news of it. Some bribes for the bystanders, throwing the corpse into a vat of industrial acid, so many possibilities…

“Excellent. I am sure Major Jegy will be happy to see the ‘power of the Dark Side’ as you put it.” Aculia replied, a bit genuinely stunned at how arrogant this Sith Lord was. I mean, she had worked with them from time to time, but really? Really?

So long as I can keep the situation contained away from the partygoers…

“If you would just follow me….”

Aculia led the two of them to the hotel’s gymnasium, giving Jegy a side-eyed look that more or less said “If you happen to ‘accidentally’ kill him during the ‘friendly’ duel, do not worry about it. There may even be a promotion in it for you”.

“Gentlemen…” She nodded “I wish I could stay to watch personally, but I do have other matters to attend to tonight. Not to fear, I shall have this match recorded so that you can illuminate us as to the ‘true power of the Dark Side’, Lord Valor, recorded for posterity's sake. I fear neither Major Jegy nor I have had exposure to such in the way that you have described.”

With that, Aculia returned upstairs to the party, leaving her aide and a few curious bystanders to watch the duel about to unfold.

Jegy Sesara Darth Valor

 

[Darth Valor]

If Jegy kills him in the duel, I wonder if I can manage to suppress the news of it. Some bribes for the bystanders, throwing the corpse into a vat of industrial acid, so many possibilities…

“Excellent. I am sure Major Jegy will be happy to see the ‘power of the Dark Side’ as you put it.” Aculia replied, a bit genuinely stunned at how arrogant this Sith Lord was. I mean, she had worked with them from time to time, but really? Really?

So long as I can keep the situation contained away from the partygoers…

“If you would just follow me….”

Aculia led the two of them to the hotel’s gymnasium, giving Jegy a side-eyed look that more or less said “If you happen to ‘accidentally’ kill him during the ‘friendly’ duel, do not worry about it. There may even be a promotion in it for you”.

“Gentlemen…” She nodded “I wish I could stay to watch personally, but I do have other matters to attend to tonight. Not to fear, I shall have this match recorded so that you can illuminate us as to the ‘true power of the Dark Side’, Lord Valor, recorded for posterity's sake. I fear neither Major Jegy nor I have had exposure to such in the way that you have described.”

With that, Aculia returned upstairs to the party, leaving her aide and a few curious bystanders to watch the duel about to unfold.

Jegy Sesara Darth Valor

Darth Valor listened to Aculia's response, a dark smile playing upon his lips as she subtly conveyed her expectations regarding the outcome of the duel. The promise of a potential promotion in the event of Jegy's victory piqued his interest, knowing that it could further his own agenda within the Imperial ranks.

He followed Aculia to the hotel's gymnasium, his steps purposeful and filled with anticipation. As they entered the arena, he could feel the gaze of the curious bystanders upon him, their anticipation palpable.

Darth Valor turned to face Major Jegy, his eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and confidence. "Major Jegy, prepare yourself for a display that shall forever be etched into the annals of Imperial history. Today, the power of the dark side shall be unleashed upon this stage."

He nodded in acknowledgment to Aculia's departure, his focus shifting entirely to the impending duel. "Record it well, Aculia. Let the galaxy witness the might of the Sith, and let them tremble in awe and fear."

With a swift motion, Darth Valor ignited his crimson lightsaber once again, the vibrant blade casting an ominous glow within the gymnasium. He assumed a poised stance, his body attuned to the dark energies swirling around him.

"Prepare to face the full wrath of the dark side, Major Jegy," he declared, his voice carrying a mix of anticipation and menace. "This duel shall reveal the true extent of our power, and may the stronger prevail."

As the two combatants readied themselves, the atmosphere in the gymnasium grew tense with anticipation. The clash between Jegy and Valor was about to commence, a battle that would leave an indelible mark on their destinies and the path of the Empire.

 

[Jegy Sesara]

The wresting control from the pair would be a glorious contest...well in their minds at least. One pulling with the Force, one trying to fight off the other with the Force. Eventually though, the Sullustan had to relent and let go after a short period. Finite control was not his strong suit...overwhelming use of the Force was. Hearing his response as he got up, he started to go a bit closer as the lightsaber ignited from the other side, not even afraid of it.

"Lord Valor then meets Inquisitor Sesara if you want to drop your pretenses."

Then the Death Troopers arrived, encircling them in a way that was masterful as the Sullustan took a few steps back on that as Acuila had broken this fight up...or so he would think it be broke up. The sneering comments towards Acuila would have prompted a more forceful meaning of the word "respect" but he resented himself from using the Force any further. There was no need to prove more of a point logically if the "Sith Lord" was willing to bury himself in a hole deeper and deeper into the core of the planet.

Then it was settled, a contest of skill from afar, into the gymnasium. For a moment, his mind remembered a similar incident outside in a garden like area...an area he remembered where he had paid sixty thousand credits in damage nine hundred years ago. Then listening to the pair, his mouth was remained shut for a long period of it. He had learned long ago two things...one, let your enemy make his mistake by talking himself all the way down into nothing. Second, never ever, correct a lady that is in charge. That is a quick way to find yourself thrown off a balcony...or saddled into babysitting. A shudder at that thought, he then heard of how this test would be trying, taxing even.

"We shall see won't we Lord Valor, the power of the Dark Side is indeed...interesting as it is strange."

Moving with Aculia, he had followed the pair towards this gymnasium as he had strolled right inside but caught that eye glance. There was a ripple of excitement but as well as a tiny smirk erupting from the corner of his mouth. Hearing that she was not going to attend to this...battle of strength, she had left them as a few bystanders were left behind. Turning a bit towards the Sith Lord, he looked at the person as if he was back in the basement of the Inquistors HQ from so long ago....

(To be thrown into Duel Thread)

Aculia Voland Darth Valor

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Aftermath of Duel​

The duel had taken its toll on the Sullustan. Even if it had only lasted perhaps ten minutes of intense, physical fighting, it had done its damage. Leaning onto a nearby hallway, the Sullustans eyes were half closed as the Forces vast well that existed inside him, started to heal a majority of the damage that had been inflicted through the Force. While the physical damage over his body was moderate to minor, his right arm was perhaps most severe, cauterized and burnt directly into the bone marrow itself. The pain was unimaginable and was perhaps some of the most painful in recent memory, only mirrored by a lightsaber whip that once lopped his arm off from the shoulder and the lightsaber that cut right into his throat.

The skin had smelled from the Sullustan, as if he had been cooked from the inside out in a manner consistent of being laid out over a fire. Breathing in, the Force started to mend the worst of his chest injuries, sealing up and healing portions of his exposed right pec. A noise came close as his right eye gently glanced over to see an Imperial Soldier looking towards him, not really impressed nor wondering over his condition...but he held in the arm what was of his equipment and jacket. Making a small motion to lay it, the helmeted soldier shook his head and tapped his shoulder, getting him to turn around for a moment. With his back carefully to him, the long jacketed uniform was placed over his body, still white but a little bit wrinkled now from the destruction of the gym.

Another soldier had come by as he examined the Sullustan, a medical personal as he carried a large medical bag. Undoing it, there was signs of it being a combat medical bag as the Sullustans right arm was rather roughly lifted up. This caused a loud groan as it barely was mobile yet something slipped on and shrunk onto the arm. Not knowing this technology very well, he felt some servo equipment slipped over and tightened over it as he felt a flood of bacta rush into his skin. It burned for a brief moment but then became soothing as he started to pant but then let out a long gasp.

"Flexpoly and a Servo Slipper, you are lucky it cauterized the wounds, should be dead by now."

Jegy only could give a small nod as a few people rushed by as they did notice part of the hotel was a bit now...broke to say the least. Standing a bit more straight up, he tried to slowly slip on the jacket as he had some assistance from the soldier from earlier. It was rather painful but he now at least looked like he fit the bill for who he looked like again. Letting his mind relax, he felt a lot of energy sap out of him yet he kept himself awake for now. Part of it was from the stimulants attached from the flexpoly, having monitored and starting to repair the damaged tissue. As his left arm started to replace his weapons back in their proper sports, he spoke aloud but in a strained voice.

"I assume...back to the party?"

"Be a bit nuts but...don't see me stopping you."

With that, the Sullustan walked back towards the Grand Hall area and within a few minutes, had arrived once more in the reception area. Not sporting a limp, he seemed to be wincing from any movement caused from his arms moving. Taking a rather quiet spot away from the reception, he slowly sat down in a rather elegonated chair. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the Ensign from earlier move over towards the injured Sullustan. Stopping near him, he leaned down and readjusted the rank insignia as it seemed to have gotten a tad loose from his outfit.

"What in the world happened to you? Where is the Sith?"

"Oh he is letting off some steam."

Tags: Aculia Voland

 

[Darth Valor]

Darth Valor, his imposing figure still emanating an aura of power and determination, observed the aftermath of the duel. The Sullustan, battered and bruised from their intense encounter, leaned against a nearby hallway. Valor's fiery amber eyes focused on the wounded warrior, sensing the pain and exhaustion that radiated from him. It was a reminder of the consequences of their clash, a testament to the intensity of their battle.

As the Sullustan's body began to heal, aided by the Force that flowed within him, Valor couldn't help but feel a hint of respect for his opponent's resilience. The Sullustan's physical injuries, while moderate overall, were most severe in his right arm, the flesh cauterized and burnt down to the bone. The scent of singed skin filled the air, a testament to the ordeal he had endured. The Sith Lord could appreciate the strength it took to withstand such pain.

A nearby Imperial Soldier approached, carrying the Sullustan's equipment and jacket. Valor watched as the soldier motioned for the warrior to turn around, assisting in donning the white uniform jacket, albeit slightly wrinkled from the destruction in the gym. The small gesture of support did not go unnoticed by Valor, a reminder of the camaraderie that existed even in the midst of conflict.

Soon after, a medical personnel arrived, their combat medical bag in hand. The Sullustan's right arm, barely mobile and in great pain, was attended to. The unfamiliar technology of flexpoly and servo equipment was applied, delivering bacta to aid in the healing process. The Sullustan grimaced as the sensations washed over him, a mix of burning and soothing relief. Valor silently acknowledged the importance of medical assistance, even in the midst of battle, as it could mean the difference between life and death.

With his equipment and jacket in place, the Sullustan straightened himself, though wincing from the strain on his arms. He spoke in a strained voice, pondering whether to rejoin the ongoing festivities. Valor listened, appreciating the warrior's resolve and determination to continue despite his injuries. The soldier from earlier replied, acknowledging the potential chaos that awaited but not attempting to dissuade the Sullustan from returning to the party.

As the Sullustan made his way back to the Grand Hall, Valor followed him with his piercing gaze. The injured warrior found solace in a quiet spot, taking a seat in an elegant chair. Valor remained at a distance, observing the scene unfold. He noticed an Ensign, the same one from earlier, approach the Sullustan and adjust his rank insignia, a small act of care and attention.

Curiosity getting the better of him, the Ensign inquired about what had transpired and the whereabouts of the Sith. Valor's lips curved into a sly smile as he overheard their conversation. It was clear that the Sullustan's opponent, the Sith, was still venting his frustrations. The Sith Lord found amusement in the notion of the Sith "letting off some steam," knowing all too well the depths of anger and power that could be unleashed.

Darth Valor remained vigilant, observing the aftermath of the duel and the resilience of his opponents. The battle had taken its toll, but he knew that it was only a brief respite before the dark side called him once again to fulfill his ambitions and ascend further in the hierarchy of the Sith.

 

[Aculia Voland]

Aculia had felt the explosive fight all the way from downstairs, and repressed a sigh as she talked to yet another high ranking business official. The bills for that were going to be astronomical, something that would be far better spent on something productive, like, oh, who knows, getting a Star Destroyer production line up and running? But instead the Sith Lord just had to preen. She hoped he had gotten it out of his system, at least for the rest of the party, otherwise she would show him how powerful the Dark Side truly was.

One more fight and I don't care if the party is ruined or if he could be an "ally", he is going straight into a vat of acid or gets introduced firsthand to a sun.

She eyed Sesara’s return, and noted he was alive but looked rather dreadful. She did not get the impression that the Dark Lord had truly beaten him, but certainly had given him a beating. Rubbing her gloved hands against her head, she excused herself from the party for a moment, calling deep upon into the Light Side as she walked over to where he was sitting, putting a hand on his shoulder as she did so.

-Determinant effectiveness: average of 14, above average, a little below expert-
​

Aculia was not as adept at all aspects of the Force like her daughter was, taking more after the Sentinel track than the Consular track, but she carefully wove the invisible threads of healing light into the Sullustan's wounds and damaged body, where it aided his own healing with the Force. Broken tendons, shattered cells, and more began to knit and heal themselves as she let her power flow over and into him. She thought she had done a pretty good job, perhaps not the level that a truly dedicated expert healer might have, but close enough. She owed the man something for how he had helped out Alasdair, and this was a small enough reward for what he had done and what she was going to ask him to do in the future.

"Ah, Sesara. I'm glad to see that no one died. I suspect the bill will be rather...expensive...however. Did he show you the 'true power of the Dark Side' like he claimed?" She asked wryly.

Jegy Sesara

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Laid back against the chair, he was a bit silent till he felt the use of the Force near him. His eyes opened up suddenly, as if paranoid but then relaxed upon seeing Aculia before him, healing parts of his body. He felt the more minor injuries finally closing up, he felt the right arm of his start to regain blood flow to his fingers, starving off the possibility of his right arm becoming useless. The lady did indeed do a better job than most, he was a bit impressed but at the same time, his mind was a bit clouded from the fight.

The words of hers echoed into his mind, letting it wander for a moment as he spoke out freely, not worrying over what fate may have in store, nor offending anyone. A trait that perhaps...never seemed to change by much. The voice was a little strained but seemed to be improving upon every word.

"Expensive be an understatement...though the true power of the Dark Side may flow through him, it has been power I seen before. Though the last time, I lost my arm entirely. This time...I almost only lost it. Force Slow is indeed a very dangerous power...but pushing your body forward is the best way to defeat it."

The words spoke of a bit of wisdom and also a tad annoyance. It was true, he had lost his left arm from a Force Witch that had used the same technique so long ago. The only difference here was how quick it was going to occur...one had a whip over the shoulder and had to make the sacrafice. The other was much closer and he had a lot of time to think about that happening to him again.

"We are indeed in a time where power flows once more freely. How is anyone to check and balance what is considered an outer rim like problem?"

Aculia Voland

 

[Aculia Voland]

Aculia listened attentively to Sesara’s account of his battle with the Sith Lord, and his commentary on Force Slow, sipping her small glass of Corellian brandy as she did so. She was extremely pleased with the Sullustan, and by extension, her son Alasdair, who had cultivated him and encouraged the alien to attend tonight’s party. It was clear this former inquisitor had seen battle, and that kind of experience could be imparted to their up and coming agents. At his political commentary, she took another sip of her drink, then nodded.

“Again, we see the Alliance and other powers turning a blind eye to the problems of the Outer Rim. No one has learned their lesson about balance, either in the Force or otherwise.” She let out a tired sigh. “And if we do not prepare for the inevitable, we will be driven from our homes once again. I will not allow that to happen, not while I live.” She affirmed, pale blue eyes blazing with an uncharacteristic passion.

“I am glad you joined us Sesara, and I look forward to others like you joining forces with us. This is our part of the galaxy, Grand Moff Helvardus and I intend for it to stay ours. Hopefully, the rest of this event will be more fruitful in the traditional diplomatic sense, rather than the Sith kind.”

 

[Primarion Hiperius]

He had been sent to this occasion to potentially see if anyone or anything of the imperial values survived, if there was a hint or glimpse of an reemerging imperial order. He doubted it, the time since Exegol was all but uninspired and administrative. And he was proven right. The only hint there was was that after all these years he and his progenitor had spent fighting the Sith, alongside the Imperials, that they simply had failed. And keep failing to keep them in check.

The boasting prick in a moff uniform was as embarrassing as the display of the host to contain it. Apparently the only effect the passing of the Empire and other powers had was to make the Sith cheaper and more ridiculous than ever.
And it did no good to the determination of the Imperials either. They would not have hesitated to exterminate this filth on the spot, but alas. Different times, different people.

It was quite remarkable that Primarion remained largely unnoticed and unattended, for his size was overshadowing everyone else present. Wrapped in grey and black robes he was certainly not wearing a common uniform, though it was his regalia for not a display which was not aimed at intimidation. He had a bodyglove below it, but it was as concealed as he was.

Moving along the side of the gathering and usually remaining seated, he observed and listened to what was going on. But it was not much. It was mostly formal chatter aimed to sound nice and cooperative but would ultimately lead to nothing.

The unfolding duel was interesting to the moment it wasn't. He would not hesitate to kill both afterwards, just for the statement of not causing any actual trouble. They did not need a soft hand here, but an iron gauntlet. Neither the Sith Empire nor the Alliance would be stopped or halted by polished boots and flawless uniform dresses.

The Sith in fact would probably ... He stopped, both in his movement as well as his thought process. The Imperator of the First Legion of the Hegemony, just came to a terrifying conclusion.
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[Jegy Sesara]

"Being Diplomatic is what we should be having...I guess I am just old fashioned."

Breathing out, he looked around for a brief moment as he observed the party as he spoke out gently with more thought, his eyes starting to scan anyone new entering the venue.

"Preparing for those that will come seems next to impossible. I dealt with Wraiths, Sith that were dead, I dealt with Rogue Jedi, Pirates, Rebels...good grief, I dealt my hand against criminal organizations time and time again. How is it now, that it seems worse? You are correct, we will need more numbers by the end of this...this part of the Galaxy will indeed need good protection."

There was a glance to the side, he noted something rather...strange. Glimpsing around the area, he seemed to have a hole in the area. The Force to the Sullustan was like a large lighthouse with himself acting like the light itself, a big beacon. It was hard to hide but it also allowed him at times, to notice unusual things in the area such as wounds in the Force or something that...does not exist in the Force. Glancing around for a brief moment, he felt a nagging notion but ignored it, wondering if someone was just...unlucky in the Force to say the least.

"Perhaps we need...specialty troops. Something unique, something to...drive off or capture Force Users. Void Stones are still rather popular...so are Yslamari I think, are they extinct? I hope not."

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