Public Onderon Royal Coronation

[Raglan I Petryph]

"For far to long, Onderon has been under the imperial yolk of the Silver Jedi Concord. With their collapse we shall see a new era of peace and prosperity for our planet. Onderon will never again be conquered!" - Former Viceroy of Iziz.

It was the beginning of a new era for the Planet of Onderon. It had secured its independence from the Silver Jedi Concord who had unfortunately collapsed after so many decades of existing within the galaxy. Although the planet would not be spared from conflict even with the closure of the Second Great Hyperspace War as a great darkness emerged and threaten to once again plunge the world into the hands of the Dark Side of the Force. The Reigning Queen who had tried to settle the matter by bringing in foreign operatives had been assassinated by unknown actors within the Royal Palace. Even with this destruction and grief, the people found time to celebrate across the planet, the accession of Raglan Petyrph to the sovereign throne of Onderon and the renewal of all people underneath his protection.

However the darkness had not been completely vanquished as the remnants of the Choir of Silence had joined forces with the Untamed to begin assaulting Iziz while the Royal Guard was busy with the ceremony.

Some Objectives during the Thread
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	Choir Mountain The Remnants of the Dark Side Aligned Choir of Silence have taken up residence with the Untamed within their Lair. With their combined forces they plan to launch an assault on the Capital City of Iziz. Should they not be stopped, then Onderon will once again be ruled by the Dark Side and a potential outpost of the Sith Order. ​
	The Royal Coronation The Royal Palace of Onderon is buzzing with excitement as foreign delegations arrive in droves to witness the crowning of the New Sovereign Ruler of Onderon. It will be a prime time to gain influence within the New Royal Government and establish connections with the New Monarch. ​
	The Capital of Iziz The Capital of Iziz is in the thralls of Celebration for their new monarch as the streets are flooded with vendors and civilians. Explore around the capital. ​

 

[Contispex XX Bernardus]

Brown eyes glanced at the mirror within the room as garments were pressed and pristine, with the servants beginning to dress him for the ceremony. Long flowing white robes with golden ornamentations covered quite a round figure as beard was brushed back and hair neatly pressed down so that crown may rest upon it. The Coruscanti Pius Dea had been looking for an opportunity such as this to spread its influence without the notice of the New Jedi Order as the end of the Second Great Hyperspace War meant that they could respond more quickly to calls for help outside the alliance's sphere of influence. The crowning of a king was almost instantaneously linked to religion and he would capitalize upon that.

Exiting out of his provided room within the palace as the Onderon Royal Guard silent and unmoving at various sections and subsections of the palace. Contispex could hardly recall a time since leaving the Ashlan Crusade that he felt truly at peace with the galaxy even with his alliance with the Final Dawn. And the thought of Onderon falling underneath the grip of the Dark Side made him determined to sway the Monarch into becoming a member of his faith.

"The crowning ceremony isn't for some time yet. Let us see if the arriving delegations had something interesting to say." Contispex said moving through into the main courtyard.

 

[Raglan I Petryph]

He had long waited for an opportunity to become the Sovereign of Onderon after building up his influence within the Royal Court and even gaining battle experience as a Corporal within the Galactic Republic, which eventually panned out when the Reigning Queen had been assassinated within these very walls by yet unknown actors during the great darkness. It was easy to ponder that his entire life up to this very point was a test from the murder of his immediate family who had caused him considerable grief during his childhood and even had the gull to haunt him from beyond the grave. His actions were justified after all, they were rivals to his claim on the throne as a direct descendant of King Regalun Petryph who ruled Onderon during the Old Republic Period of Galactic History.

Raglan had to solidify his rule quite quickly and moved to have the coronation ceremony before proper time could be given for grief over the queen to set in amongst the populace. Onderon had already suffered underneath the grip of the Silver Jedi Concord and now that they were an independent kingdom again. They would never bow down to a foreign ruler so long as he sat upon the throne and governed with a firm hand. The Royal Palace was a frenzy of activity as the Ministers and other staff made preparations to receive the foreign delegations attending the event.

A fireplace warmed him if only a little, as Raglan sat on a wooden chair within his chambers. His once thick black hair had turned white withered and thinned. Brown robes sat upon frail build with a hint of armored tunic showing underneath.

"They are against me, all of them!" Raglan said towards the fire as if expecting an answer. The Royal Court had to be dismantled before they could pose a threat to him. The New Royal Government would answer to his whim or be destroyed like the rest. A knock came at the door, and a servant followed.

"Your Grace, The Delegations have arrived." Was the information presented to him. The servant bowing and exiting as old bones cracked and creased, and chair rattled.

"Let us go meet them." Raglan said to himself, exiting from the chambers into the hall.

Contispex XX Bernardus

 

[Darth Xyrah]

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Location: Royal Palace of Onderon
Post: 1

Saryn Zambrano, spouse of the former Sith Emperor Darth Carnifex, reigning Queen of Eliad and a powerful Sith Lord in his own right, was one of the first guests to arrive at the palace for the Royal Coronation ceremony, garbed in an elegant red dress and followed by his retinue of servants and fellow Eliad nobles, as well as his protective escort of IG-X Magnaguards garbed in ornate cloaks lined with gold trimmings. A display of affluence worthy of royalty like himself, to be certain.

As he entered the hall, his arrival was announced by the royal herald present in the chamber, as tradition demanded for important guests and occasions such as this. "Their royal highness, Queen Saryn Naberrie Zambrano of Eliad, first of their name, spouse of Sith Emperor Emeritus and Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Carnifex. Chief Executive Officer of the Enarc Trade League. Conqueror of Mustafar and Chief Researcher of the Kainate Shadow Mind."

After his ever extravagant arrival announcement, he moved to politely approach the soon to be crowned King, politely curtsying before greeting him. "King Raglan. It is an honor to finally meet you at last and be present here today for your coronation. I wish to formally extend the greetings of the Kainate to you and the people of Onderon, and offer our support against the Choir of Silence who brashly attempt to challenge you. I assure you they are no allies of the Kainate. Merely pretenders grasping at a legacy they do not deserve."

While Saryn was busy introducing himself to the new King, an even larger retinue arrived behind him, led by a towering figure. It seems Eliad's Queen had not shown up to the coronation alone...

Raglan I Petryph
Darth Carnifex
Contispex XX Bernardus

 

[Liin Terallo]

Onderon is a planet much like New Cov. It's cities are surrounded by dangerous jungles, however the dangers of the jungles are not as life threatening as the jungles of New Cov. On Onderan the people have survived by mearly having their cities behind walls. Whereas walls are not enough on New Cov. Complete biodomes are the only way to insure the safety of the Covie.

Still I find it quite interesting to see a planet similar to my own.

The Board of Directors sent me here to represent both New Cov and the New Cov Biomolecule Company. It is yet another task layed out before me so that I may one day become a Junior member of the Board, itself. I have been doing very well with my tasks thus far and I could not be more pleased with my progress.

There are many in line to enter the hall where the coronation will take place. I assume that many are monarchs in their own right. Their entourage and attire suggests as much. I did not arrive alone, for I too have a few staff members with me, as well as some personal guards hand picked by Karlo Kyrr for this mission. My own gown is covered by a collection of crystals that also adorn my headpiece. It is a heavy dress to wear, but comfortably so.

And as I wait in line for my arrival to be announced, I cannot help but have a sense of unease. I hide it as I maintain a proper composure as befitting of one of my station. However I get a sense that despite the time of day there are a lot of shadows present. It makes me feel rather small and isolated.

But perhaps that is due to a life 'living under a bubble' as Darth Temerant so eliquently put it. I am so thankful to have not had anymore encounters with that disagreeable man. His constant criticisms of every aspect of my life is both frustrating and exhausting. I found myself even using him as a subject for one of my paintings. But he will never see it and neither would anyone else. While some of my paintings have been viewed by my parents and some of the staff, there are others that are kept for my eyes only.

Oh but I cannot allow my hobbies to interfere with my purpose here today. Yet one cannot help but have their thoughts wander as they wait in line.

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[Aculia Voland]

When life hands you lemons, go ahead and get some vodka to make a drink.

Aculia wished she had been witty enough to think of that quote first, but nonetheless it applied to her life. Years she had spent trying to do something good with the Elysium Empire. Risked her life to fight the Maw and their delusional psychopathy, made countless sacrifices, and in the end, the thing that ended the dream was just sheer human nature. A little skirting one’s duty here, a little what harm could taking a few credits do there, and before anyone realizes what is happening, the whole thing simply falls apart.

And Rex, Lori, and all the other nobles get to go back to their mansions and palaces as if nothing happened, while the rest of us who tried to make something of ourselves and so some good are just thrown to the wind.

Aculia let out a long, deep sigh, sipping on the cocktail in the hairdressing salon in Iziz soon after and closing her eyes as the stylist carefully combed her long, silvery hair.

At least I managed to get something for most of my men, and for those who had nowhere to return to, well, we have the Zephyr now. I had wanted to take a look at doing that job for the Queen, but it looks like we arrived too late. And maybe it would not have mattered if we did anyway.

She glanced at the memorial holoscreen on the wall in front of her, showcasing a smiling picture of the dead monarch. From what she had heard, her face probably had a very different expression when she met her end, given the rumors that had been circulating. Maybe it was a good thing after all they had arrived too late to take her job-after all, dead people usually do not end up paying their bills. And royal successors almost never did in monarchies, a ruler’s debts tended to die with them.

Still, I should show up and observe the new monarch, whoever they may be. They were usually more free with their money in these early days, to shore up support and also to deal with any lingering opposition to their rule. I have heard rumors about those cultists and the wild barbarians, but unless they're willing to pay to remove them, it’s not my problem. I do not do charity work anymore.

Aculia opened her light blue eyes and looked down at her holocommunicator. She had carefully had one of her Black Arguses slip in from orbit undetected into the atmosphere a fair distance above the city, thanks to the former Eternal Empire’s stealth technology, where it was to simply watch and observe anything of interest, while the Zephyr itself stayed in proper, legal orbit above the planet. It never hurt to be careful. At any rate, her men had detected nothing concerning yet around the city or its walls, and she was not about to put in the work to hunt down this new government’s enemies without pay.

Soon enough, the hairdresser-and her own drink-were finished, and she found herself meandering her way through the stone streets of the city towards the palace, her gold-black robes sweeping against the ground as she did so. People seemed relatively cheerful, all things considered, at the crowning of the new king, and it did not look like there were a ton of people particularly sad about the death of the old Queen. Maybe she was not as beloved as the propaganda made her out to be.

Upon reaching the gates of the royal palace, she tried to blend in with the retinue of the delegations ahead of her, making small talk as she did so, though made no particular effort to conceal herself. It was unlikely that she, a mere mercenary captain now, would be allowed in normally when things were the most interesting, so she was hoping that she could either slip by as a sycophant to some noble, or slip the guard a credit chit to not ask too many questions.

--------------------------------------------Failed to infiltrate through charismatic blending in or bribery--------------------------------------------------------

(-1 to charisma due to stats, actual roll:9, needed roll: 10 check failed!)

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It had been going so well, she had slipped in behind some minor Onderonian noblewoman whose rank she could only guess at, keeping her head down low, until she just happened to look up at someone coughing-and inadervently made eye contact with one of the royal guards at the checkpoint. Who, due to failing to protect the Queen not long ago and likely missing a paycheck as a result, decided today was the day to actually do his job instead of sitting there looking prim and proper like most of them did. She saw him beckoning her to come over as he briskly made his way away from his post towards her , and she cursed under her breath. Bribery did not look like an option with this one.

“Spast! I should have known it would not be this easy to get in, so soon after the Queen's death!"

Hurrying away from the guard as fast as she could, deftly moving through the crowd as he shouted at her to stop, she quickly ducked into a nearby alleyway outside of the palace, winding through it and exiting onto the main street, then ducking into another a ways further down. Glancing back, she could see Mr. Employee of the Month exiting the first alleyway, but, upon seeing his quarry gone, turned around and went back to his post.

There goes getting in the normal way.

She let out another hefty sigh. She would have to sneak her way in, then, either over the walls, through an unguarded door, or through the sewers. She hoped there was some vulnerability in the former, she did not particularly relish having to pick the latter option, and might just decide the whole thing was not worth it if that was the case.

Why couldn’t I have been born nobility? I could just go and sit in my palace and watch holoshows while delegating everything to my underlings like Rex and Lori are doing now without a care in the world. Imagine actually having to work for a living. The horror!

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The loosening of Jedi authority in the Inner Rim opened the door for many possibilities, especially on worlds that still had or once possessed a lingering attachment to the Dark Side. Long ago, Onderon was ruled by the Dark Side, the throne occupied by nobles steeped in Sith teachings. That time had come and gone, but it was not beyond rejuvenation. Now that the Jedi had gone, it was time to apply pressure to those long dormant connections, and bring them back to the fore.

Darth Carnifex, Dark Lord of the Sith, swept into the royal palace will all the majesty afforded to someone of His status. He had approached the palace on a litter, carried by powerfully built Cragmoloids, before ascending the many stairs with a retinue of garish nobles and somber disciples. Arriving before Him was Darth Xyrah, the Queen of Eliad, who would announce themselves quite festively, their many titles belted out across the hall. The Dark Lord, by contrast, requested no herald.

His presence would be enough.

The Dark Lord was dressed in a synthesis of royal attire and Sith raiment, vibrant reds and golds contrasting with muted blacks and grays. An iron diadem was perched upon His brow, a paltry symbol of His sovereignty, but one that the minor nobles of Onderon would recognize. He carried no weapon, to show that He did not come armed, but the Dark Side would always be at His beck and call.

He waited until Darth Xyrah had made his introductions before speaking, His fell voice cutting out all other sounds for the duration that it was spoken.

"We have come to see Onderon lifted up, Raglan King. To much greater heights than ever before dreamed, free from the yoke of lesser nations."

Raglan I Petryph | Darth Xyrah ​

 

[Raglan I Petryph]

It became quite apparent that the vultures had arrived in droves for the Coronation. The Remaining Nobility gathered around him like street urchins in an attempt to gain favor within the New Royal Government that had been proclaimed the previous day to the populace of Onderon. Long had they suffered underneath the curel talons of the Dark Side and the lackluster performance of the Silver Jedi Concord. Onderon would remain a Sovereign System so long as he established a formidable force to protect it and that meant building a New Royal Army and Navy. Raglan King could not help to notice that the Previous Queen's assassination within these very walls by unknown asiliants was quickly forgotten as soon as she was no longer in power. Clutching a goblet of corellian wine within his rather frail right hand; digits decorated with the finest jewelry within the Onderon System. Maintaining an appearance as a statesman was important until his rule could be solidified completely.

A weary glance over to the announcement by the herald of Queen Darth Xyrah of Eliad. Of course it was no surprise that the sith order had arrived to reclaim what was theirs. The Nadd Dynasty had ended several generations ago and yet there was still pretenders clutching at straws. The Queen politely bowed before him and made the first move in offering support of the Kainate in crushing the Choir of Silence. "Yes...I'm sure that the Kainate seeks to support us merely as a matter of kindness." Was the response given without a hint of sarcasm. He was certainly not a fool in thinking that the Kainate would support Onderon without something in return, even the loyalty of its people.

The arrival of the next delegation gave him some pause, even prompting him to send a subtle hand signal to the Royal Guard within the room to request reinforcements in the event that things turned sour. Causing a servant corridor to become unguarded for a moment, a perfect opportunity ( Aculia Voland ). Being approached by the Former Sith Emperor Darth Carnifex , one of the most powerful men in the galaxy by both shere influence and direct ability was always risky and there was some doubt if even an army could stop him.

"Your presence is naturally an honor, Emperor Carnifex. But I wonder if your honeyed promises implies that I surrender my crown to a Newly Restored Sith Empire?" There was caution within his voice certainly but a fire brewing within him, perhaps it was his insanity crawling up from the depths.

Liin Terallo

 

[Aculia Voland]

After skulking around the outer perimeter of the royal palace for a bit longer, acutely examining the walls for any kind of design flaw or weakness, she noticed that one section of them had a series of particularly large warehouses running alongside of them, some undergoing construction. The distance between the two would be impossible for a normal person to jump across, or perhaps even your average Force wielder, but for someone who was particularly skilled in the art of acrobatics, it just might be possible.

It beats going down into the sewers, or causing a manhunt…

A little while later, Aculia found herself on the roof of one of the warehouses ongoing construction, climbing up an unfinished additional top floor as she did so that so far had brought her approximately three quarters of the height of the palace walls. It was relatively easy to do so-no one was around, after all, it was the day a new monarch was being coronated. She used the opportunity to scan the surface of the palace for any entry points-after all, just getting over the walls did not mean you had infiltrated successfully. Her eyes caught upon an open third story window, likely left open to give some fresh air to the place. It was, like the warehouse, far enough away from the wall, this time on the inside, that it was unlikely anyone would be watching it for possible intrusions. Especially when she noticed a small flurry of activity from the guards both on the wall and apparently in the corridor, seeming to move down to the first floor of the palace and towards the interior. Problems with the coronation?

At any rate, it was an opportunity, and a casual search through the Force could sense no one else immediately in the corridor. If she pulled it off correctly, she could enter the corridor, slip through a few doors to wherever the stairs were, and quietly enter the throneroom without much of a fuss.

Taking a deep breath and walking away from the palace walls towards the far end of the warehouse roof, she began to gather strands of the Force to her, then turned around, grabbing fistfuls of it as she increased her speed towards the edge of the warehouse. At the last moment, the silver streak across the warehouse pushed her feet off the edge into the air, and…

(7+5+5=17 a good roll for her proficient skill).

Aculia gracefully leapt through the air between the warehouse and the royal palace, landing in a run only for a moment before making the second jump between the wall and the open third story window, where she skittered to a halt a few steps before hitting the interior wall, breathing heavily with exhilaration as she did so. After a moment, she composed herself, looking back through the window across the not insignificant distance from where she started, and a smile flitted across her face.

Not my best work of all time, but pretty damn decent, all things considered. Now, to find my way down to where the new royal might be…

It did not take long for her to find a servant’s stairwell to the bottom floor of the palace where the coronation was being held-after all, it was all hands on deck for the servants today. She only had to dodge a clearly distressed waitress who, coming from the kitchens with a plate of orders far too large for her, almost tripped and dropped it in the hallway by ducking into a small storage closet. A slight push with the Force steadied the poor woman, who thanked some kind of god that she had not spilled it all over the stone hallway. Aculia did too, if only for the fact that would have delayed her entry Force knows how long.

After the waitress had disappeared, she poked her head out of the closet, confirmed no one else was immediately coming, and slipped out quietly after her, eventually coming to the royal throneroom. She was fortunate enough that the servant’s door was covered from the view of most of the room by a variety of decorative vegetation-more common than one might think, given how royals preferred not to see or hear their servants in general.

From there she carefully, casually walked along the right side of the room, listening carefully as the viceroy (probably quite justifiably) accused the Sith of being there solely to coerce him by one means or another into a kind of alliance with them, eventually coming to a halt by a large stone pillar, which she leaned against to watch the proceedings further.

Raglan I Petryph

 

[Liin Terallo]

My arrival was not announced as I walked in. Afterall, I am not a ruler of a planet. I am merely it's representative. Yes such a position is one of respect, however there are many that do not see it that way. It is not uncommon for one like myself to be completely ignored among the pomopous pagentry of some world leaders.

And I see one today. He must be related to the Hutts given that he was carried in on a litter. Jabba the Hutt was very much the same way. I find that the true power of those types of rulers lies not in themselves, but in those that prop them up. Without them those rulers would have to walk on their own two feet and it seems that their lavish lifestyle has made them incapable.

I am thankful that New Cov is not a society where a monarchy resides. There are many benifits for a corporatist government.

The line up takes me through the numerous rows of chairs to observe the ceremony. I sit down on my designated seat, crossing my feet at the ankles and tucking them underneath my chair. I bring my closed fan on top of my lap and cradle it in my hands. My back and shoulders are straight and poised for I had never developed the habit of slouching. And it is with patience for the ceremony to begin that I wait. I understand that gaining an audience is near impossible, however meeting with one of the newly crowned King will be certainly worth the trip.

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