Dominion Run to the Hills | NIO Dominion of Baltizaar Hex

[Whispers of Annihilation]

"You are right in that for an Empire to project its power, it must possess the instruments of death to which it might play at its leisure -- but used only when necessary, a fighting force molded in the crucible, trained to the highest standards possible to protect the people at their backs."
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- Sovereign-Imperator Irveric Tavlar ​

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Following the Sith Empire’s defeat at Muunilist and Mygeeto, the New Imperial Order has successfully occupied the two planets, gathering the necessary resources in preparation for the next assault along the Braxant Run. Though none question the Sovereign-Imperator’s decision to continue the war, another question rises in its place. Are our borders safe? If the mighty Sith-Imperial regime could so easily fall victim to the merciless clutches of defeat, how can a much smaller powerbase hope to stave off the advance of those out for blood? While there are no easy answers to this particular question, the Imperial Assembly has called to further strengthen our borders. Baltizaar is the first in the latest wave of planets to welcome the New Imperial Order into their system, for a cost. Negotiations call the Imperial Knights to action against an organization of force-worshipping terrorists known as Bando Gora.

Though the cult dissolved sometime around 32 BBY following its leader’s death, it hadn’t faded entirely from history. Stories of the Bando Gora’s influence circulated through Baltizaar for generations. At first, parents told tales of the masked cultists, promising their children they’d be dragged off to join their ranks if they misbehaved. Eventually, those same children grew up, those stories ingrained into their minds as a means of contesting those who stood against them. Curious teenagers became volatile adults, taking up the mask in order to enact so-called justice on those who threatened their way of life. Maybe the modern Bando Gora had the potential to bring about some greater good once, but like most who accept the corrupting touch of Bogan, they fell to sin, their mantle once more instilling fear into the people of Baltizaar.

While the Imperial Knights, alongside the Stormtrooper Corps and other operatives spared from the front, engage the Bando Gora, the Imperial Assembly meet to discuss other matters entirely. High above Baltizaar’s surface, Grand Vizier Tyrell Paxxus summons the Assembly at the behest of the Trade Federation, a budding organization of filthy rich quintillionaires. It is up to the Trade Federation to convince the Imperial Assembly to adopt their new Trade Federation Standard Credit, over the IGBC Standard Credit. Hear out the foreign financial powerhouses and determine whether or not the establishment of a new credit source will better or worsen the New Imperial Order’s stance within the galaxy.

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Objective I - By the Sword
Baltizaar // Bando Gora Citadel // Breaching the Gates

Shortly after landing on Baltizaar, our forces were ambushed by a group of Bando Gora cultists. The combined might of the Force Corps and Stormtrooper Corps saw the brunt of their offensive not only repelled but outright destroyed. Many of the cult’s warriors met swift death at the end of an Imperial saber, the few survivors fleeing away to the hills and beyond. A reconnaissance unit tracked the cowards back to a series of tunnels weaving in and out of large sweeping hills, up to the base of a rocky mountain. Further intelligence revealed the remaining cultists not the warriors who assailed them hours earlier. Instead, the caves housed sick, wounded, and ill-prepared recruits left undefended.

High Knight Imperial Warlord Zovesa has ordered the Imperial Knights forward, aided by the disciplined Stormtrooper Corps in an all out assault against the Bando Gora. With their warriors dead and only the weak remaining, brave the twisting corridors, find the cowardly remnants, and execute them with impunity. No force cult shall stand against the will of the Sovereign-Imperator.

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Objective II - Put Five On It
Baltizaar // In Atmosphere // Aboard the Dissident Aggressor

While the Boys in White deliver absolution to terrorists planetside, the Imperial Assembly waits patiently for the newly christened Trade Federation. Moffs and Warlords alike assemble upon the deck of the Dissident Aggressor, the Sovereign-Imperator’s personal weapon of war. Though the name itself is recognizable, this recent iteration of the Trade Federation is only the latest of actors to stand upon the Great Galactic Stage. Even if the name Gat Tambor inspires fear in the hearts of lesser men, you are not lesser men. You are the battle hardened warriors chosen to lead the New Imperial Order. The establishment of a new standard credit could turn the financial tide of the war, while also establishing lasting alliances with beings of power untouched by the force.

The war beckons, gentleman. Do you have what it takes to guide our great nation to victory?

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Perhaps culling enemies of the state doesn’t draw your attention. Maybe you weren’t invited to the big kid’s table this year. Do not be disheartened. Balitzaar’s history goes back to the Clone Wars, where a Jedi Strike team fell to the dreaded Bando Gora. Dooku turned his back on the Jedi way of life here, already a servant to the infamous Darth Sidious. Even Princess Leia Organa saw merit in traveling to the mid-sector world when necessary. Carve out a story and leave your mark on Baltizaar’s history, as many have done before you.

 

[Rurik Fel]

// PARABOL ACTUAL //: Imperial Knight Commander
// OBJECTIVE //: By The Sword
// FOCUS //: Bastard | Lambert Vasari | Mavia | Dorian Sicarrio
Armor | Lightsaber | The Vane | Pistol | Grenades

P A R A B O L

"No quarter." The Knight Commander muttered stoically past the frigid metallic visage that clasped over his face, mirroring the human guise he wore beneath. This was the first anyone had seen of him since his excursion along side the Eternal Empire. Though he was shadowy before, he could only be described as truly foreboding in his wake of his exposure to the Twilight. The Emperor's Hand, Kascalion Giedfield himself nearly striking him down dead. Moved by will and the Force alone, he survived.

The assault on the Citadel was well underway with Imperial Knights, Auxilia and the Stormtroopers of the 908th Legion descending down unto the despicable cultists in drove. Peering down one of the warriors with a beaming cobalt gaze bewitched by eldritch sorcery beneath a skull like visage Rurik sprung forward atop the ramparts. Skewering the cultist with a cut of his silver blade clutched tightly in his right hand he carried onward even as each muscle and bone was strained in pain. Throttled by his discipline in the Force, he struggled onward.

As he sought to raise his arm with strike he struggled and his form portrayed a nigh stone automaton as he continued down the line. With his cybernetic right hand clutching the hilt of the silver blade he continued his march of carnage into the Citadel. He would ascend, to find the petty warlord in charge of this cell of cultists and snuff this despicable soul from this mortal plane.

 

[Jaeger Harrsk]

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ELIMINATE IMPERIAL INTERLOPERS
BANDO GORA CITADEL
HIGH PRIEST THERRAN GRAUSH

DU HAST
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Ever thirsty for power, Therran Graush, the last standing scion of House Graush, climbed the ladder through murder and manipulation until he became the High Priest of the Bando Gora. And just as he settled into his newfound throne forged upon the skulls of the weak, High Priest Therran Graush was already in a battle not only to maintain his rule but that of his survival.

The New Imperials stormed the gates of the Citadel ferociously, sorcery was fired from one side and blaster bolts from the other. Graush, ever calculating, recognized the severity of the situation when a group of white armored force users engaged his forces. He could no longer stand idle and watch the proceedings simply planning.

When Rurik made himself a prime target, Graush struck. Hands flung forward sending a powerful telekinetic blast lifting both cultists and stormtroopers alike in its wake.

Rurik Fel

 

[Gat Tambor]

// DIRECTOR //: Trade Federation
// OBJECTIVE //: Put 5 on it
// WARLORDS //: Tyrell Paxxus | Lucien Dooku | Boram Predor | Lunafreya Solidor | Kestus Bralor
// THE FED //: Avernus | Agrippa The Hutt | Shute Gunray | Otto Blank | LT-137 | Aerarii Tithe | Zef Halo | Cameron Farwell

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Y U N G _ S K A K O
F E E D B A C K

The Banking Clan had seen its time in the sun but in the end. They stopped being hungry. They got complacent, they got stagnant. And so, as such is the world of business, they're dying.

Rising from the ashes of war...so rose the Trade Federation. And if war was anything but wholly destructive in every other facet. It was a breeding ground for opportunity. Those who had ambition saw the use and merit of the hopeless destruction. Certainly, that was the binding factor that united the ironclad industrialists into consolidating not only their resources but financial acumen and unforgiving political tact into this Federation.

The New Imperial Order had come out of the gate with a chip on their shoulder and they proved immediately they were a force to be reckoned with. Seizing the financially strategic worlds that served as lynchpin staples to the IGBC of old, this was the most ample opportunity to emerge. Their first aim?

The Trade Federation Standardized Credit (TFC). With a similar aim to the IGBC's Galactic Standard Credit, the Trade Federation sought to bind the Galactic governments and economies with a sole standardized currency. In such a precarious fate in the shadow of the Sith Empire, the New Imperial Order was a perfect first adopter of this currency. Or at the very least, the most likely. Twisting the adjustment dial to his vocoder, Gat Tambor spoke up to the assembled Provincial Governors of the New Imperial Order, his retinue of industrial titans (almost all under pseudonyms) not far from sight to assist or at the very least, observe the goings of this proposal.

"First- I must congratulate the New Imperial Order on their first victories in this...Civil War, however I do hope all of you realize that the economic state of this government is not sustainable. I certainly would know better than any of you in these matters given my position on the Imperial Board of Economic Directors. So firstly I must iterate the Trade Federation only seeks to assist this great Order within the throes of war...if you would be so kind as to consider and accept our proposal." Gat Tambor speaks, narrowing his amber eyes before he speaks up once more.

"While the Galactic Standard Credit is becoming the standard use credit across the Galaxy, having been adopted by several governments, ours included I must inform all of you that its value tanks by the day as...Galactic war efforts demand the use of electrum in complex electronic systems enmasse." This was a partial truth as each of the Trade Federation industrialists had been running their factories around the clock to negligantly 'unintentionally' include the material into several mass-produced products.

"So- in its stead. I offer the chance to set the new trend and be the first adoptor of the Trade Federation Standardized credit. Should the New Imperial Order be the first, it can immediately jump to the forefront of economic expansion within the greater Galactic community and economic infrastructure. Surely...this is an appealing venture to all of you, yes?" Gat asked, arching a brow of his beady eye to gauge their initial reaction.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

O B J E C T I V E | PUT FIVE ON IT
L O C A T I O N | Aggressor
T A G S | Lucien Dooku , Tyrell Paxxus ,
Kestus Bralor, Darth Argentum ,
T H E M E | Here.
G E A R | Here.​

’They’ could say whatever they wanted about Lunafreya. How she managed to humiliate her servants until they shed tears, or how she had an exacerbated sense of dressing as she did at that moment, she was a ruthless, cold-hearted creature, she was still endowed with defects that she herself knew, much of it were wits and patience, but she tried to make up for the absence of all that with her dedicated effort. The elzeri was no sly human wormin, she believed in the value of duty, sure, she boosted her title and the perks that went with it, but duty was everything for her, for that floated around her immense pride.​

She sat elegantly in an armchair like the others, dressed in garments so thin that they would make the richest monarch blush, making herself emanate a purity so angelic that Solidor seemed to radiate like a beacon. Were it not for her malevolent eyes or even the cicada burning in her fingers, those who saw her could almost say that Lunafreya almost looked like a saint. Good for hear that they could see her dark heart.​

The sharp-fingered fingers handed the litten cigarra to the ashtray's rest over the zealous fingers of her maid, Gentiana. Rotating her body in a fluid motion, bringing both hands up and, surprisingly, she began to clap for the well-practiced oratory of the alien that was addressed to everyone. When he stopped, she rose from her seat, choosing a warm smile over her gold-painted lips and a meliflous voice.​

“Bravo, master Tambor, bravo! I doubt anyone in this side of the galaxy could have spoke beautifully in words about the essence of its intent.” She turned her doubtful eyes on the direction of everyone else gathered there in that room. Her true intentions were finally revealed when she turned her head, slowly towards Gat. But never, raising her voice. “Join us in an appealing venture, be the dumbest maggots in all the galaxy, are you breathing spice inside your pressure suit, skakoan? Do you have any idea what that could trigger? Considering all the major powers that rule the galaxy and their economical weight we could be most certainly, be declared the lightest of them all.” She did not spoke any lie, it did not mattered if they had just conquered two planets worth a lot of money, they did not change the reality of her words. She emphasized a few words of her speech, but she never altered her voice for the others. “We are the smallest major financial power in the galaxy, even siding up with those dreadful republicans in the Alliance does not change that for any of us, because in this easily solved equation, when you add the weight of the backstabbing institutions like the IGBC and Core Trust, and you add the economical power from the Confederacy of Independent Systems and the crushing fist of the near-endless resources of Sith Empire, you find more than enough to destroy this, how did you call it? Appealing venture in the fastest way to completely annihilate a government in the galaxy by destroying their currency.”​

“What do you think will happen when it becomes an option? When that coin is challenged, chewed and spat out by the galaxy's great financial powers? To the point that it can be accounted as absolutely worthless?”​

She raised her free arm with her finger, erect as a spear, pointed towards the planet, where brave armed hearts were fighting for the New Order.​

“Do you think any of them are fighting for glory? For promises of wealth? Or gallant dreams of freedom and the overthrow of tyrants? Soldiers fight for wages, the common man has no dreams, he lives the reality of his times and the reality of his times costs money. For them, much more than for us, and if our currency ceases to be worth, we will meet many dissatisfied armed soldiers.”​

Lunafreya sat down again when she finished talking. The elzeri owned a new bank network in the imperial space, the New Imperial Bank, an institution that was famous for buying its competitors (often in suspicious ways) and establishing itself to manage citizens' credits. They did not control the money, even she had no interest in it, hers was only to be the means to an end, but not one that would lead to financial and military ruin.​

"Unlike some in here, we, fight for the best outcome and that involves reality of what we have and not false promises of financial pioneering."​

The Duchess of JanFathal leaned over to her peers and sealed her lips once again. Secretly, she winked towards the one in charge of all the financial affairs of her bank, Darth Argentum and waited. Although her tone was mannered and her voice was calm, Lunafreya felt that sparkling bursting rage inside of her and she felt the desire to say the words of her ring, call upon her scythe from the Spirit Ichor and starting cutting down those corrupted, despicable creatures they were forced to call allies. That wildness inside of her had been growing more savage in the recent time and she was enjoying that quite a bit. ​

 

[Dorian Sicarrio]

S W O R D
Rurik Fel Jaeger Harrsk
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"What's 'no quarter' mean?" Dorian looked curiously at the Knight Commander. It only a took a moment for him to recall. "Oh! No mercy, right? I was watching this military flick the other day, they used it. Had to search it up on the HoloNet," he admitted.

The discipline and training and all that other boring stuff had yet to set in for the former gladiator. As much as Zovesa tried, it'd still take a while longer for Dorian to be a little more tight-lipped and formal. He tried when she was around at least. But Rurik? He didn't really know anything about the guy aside from the fact that he got shredded fighting a spooky scary Sith Lord. Dorian wanted to fight a Sith, but now he was starting to have second thoughts. He wanted to give Mavia a smooch but it'd be hard if he was wearing a metal mask. Plus, he had a pretty face that he wanted to keep intact.

Not that he'd lose, of course. He'd never lose.

His mind was in another place, really. These cultists were already getting shredded by the grunts. Did he really need to be there? When he'd read the briefing -- yes, he'd actually read it -- he'd thought that these Bando Gora might be a challenge. A Force using cult? Super cool. Plus, it'd said they weren't wearing heavy armor. For once he'd be able to dance with an opponent who he could both wound and who might be able to keep up with him.

The fact that his spear could cut through them like butter was nice, but it was undercut by the fact that they were barely using the Force. He'd seen one of the cultists shoot this weird green fireball at one of the stormtroopers, but most of them dropped like flies to the New Imperial weapons. The crazed cultists in melee were interesting, but they still weren't able to keep up. Just as the Knight Commander cut his way through the cultists, just as many fell to Dorian's weapon as he covered Rurik's right flank.

"Aren't there supposed to be Force users here?" He glanced around, before his eyes focused on a hooded man down the way.

Dorian had jinxed it.

The Knight was flung into the air, alongside the Bando Gora cultists and the New Imperial stormtroopers. A string of curses and expletives flooded from Dorian's mouth. Being in the air was bad -- if he couldn't touch the ground, he couldn't use his speed as he liked to, and if he couldn't use his speed... well, the one-trick pony was all out of tricks. His eyes turned to the crimson lance he held in his hands, and for a moment it began to glow.

No, he wasn't out of this fight yet. His eyes centered on the opponent down below. With practiced ease he sighted, raised his weapon, and threw his spear towards the hooded man, aiming for his chest. "That's pretty uplifting, but I'm taking you down," he quipped.

Dorian glanced at Rurik and winced. "Was that bad? I can't tell, you don't have expressions anymore. No offense." It was probably offensive.

 

[Agrippa The Hutt]

// CHAIRMEN //
// OBJECTIVE // Put Five On It
// THEME// Nosetalgia
// WARLORDS // Kestus Bralor | Tyrell Paxxus | Lunafreya Solidor | Lucien Dooku | Boram Predor
// TRADE FEDERATION // LT-137 | Zef Halo | Gat Tambor | Aerarii Tithe | Avernus | Shute Gunray | Otto Blank

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Standing behind and to the left of the Tyrant of Trade. It seemed like a lifetime ago that Agrippa had been nothing more than a grub. Back in a time when he was nothing more than a two bit thug. When he slung spice and death sticks to fill his pocket with meager credits. Now? Now Agrippa sat at the pinnacle of the galaxy, he possessed what others could only dream of. There were those who would spend every waking moment to do what the Hutt had and would never reach such a peak. They could continue on with their petty schemes for wealth, for power, and for prestige, it mattered not to the Hutt. All that mattered on this day was the adaption of the Trade Federation credit.

Bulbous head turning to take in each of the Warlords, Agrippa saw each one not as a human but an entity of their own. That would understand the meaning of the climb to the top, that knew what it meant to represent people, and would or at least should be intelligent enough to see the benefit of the Trade Federation credit before it was too late.

Though there was a voice that was the first to speak up. Raising a brow, the Hutts large gold orbs turned to lock on the miniature figure that spoke against the Trade Federation. Perhaps they would’ve expected anger, or annoyance, yet there was nothing but pity that the crime lord felt. The Warlord couldn’t see the end was near, see that soon their time relying on the IGBC would come to a catastrophic end.

Taking a draw from the thick cigarra, Agrippa inhaled the narcotic, at the end of the object the ashes burned a bright crimson. The color of ambition. Exhaling a wave of smoke the Chairman slithered forward placing a hand on Gat Tambor’s shoulder. “Allow me this time.”

Standing before the congregation of Warlords Agrippa cleared his throat and spoke. No mic was needed for the colossal Hutt’s voice to carry across the chamber and reverberate off the walls. “Despite the hesitancy that has been voiced, and perhaps lay in some of your hearts let me reiterate you are relying on a dying credit. With each passing day electrum standard drops lower. At the rate of electrum consumption and the Galactic Powers that have adopted the Galactic Standard Credit you’ll be heading towards financial ruin, perhaps even one of the worst recessions to impact the galaxy as a whole. You simply need to look at the exuberant prices of bounties thrown around by those who’ve adopted the Galactic Standard to see it is already on the verge of collapse. For a power in the middle of a war to also face a recession would be devastating to not only the war effort but the common lives of your citizens.”

Giving the words time to sink in before he continued, Agrippa took another drag from the cigarra before returning to his position behind Tambor. His part had been said, there were those within the chairmen more apt for such conversations. Agrippa simply needed to ensure he made his points made for the others to capitalize on.

 

[Darth Argentum]

Objective: Put Five On It
Location: Aggressor

Maro knew who Gat Tambor was even if the Skakoan didn't remember him. Some time ago they'd been on opposing sides. They weren't now, nominally, yet they still were. It felt very much like being in his former home of Harnaidan.

In fact, he'd even worn his paleo-fiduciary garb in it's greens. Being a Muun still counted for much in financial circles. It was his own people, after all, that had bankrolled virtually everything of significance for centuries. That wasn't going to change, only which Muun was in charge.

Tambor went on about his own Trade Federation credit. Not a bad sales pitch, the Muun would admit. Then the Duchess spoke, acid in her words for all her calm. He couldn't help but wonder still at the contradiction that Lunafreya Solidor was.

Agrippa The Hutt spoke next in response. Maro had always found the Hutts repulsive with their excess. But they were still formidable for all their apparent sloth. He'd even done business with them via their various shell companies.

The Muun decided to speak next. He'd been brought here by his paymaster likely for effect. In addition to his post as de facto head of a banking corporation. Again, Muun were born into finance. Credits were practically what comprised them.

"Master Tambor," he began as he stood to his full height "You speak of a Galactic Standard Credit in decline. You speak of it as if it were terminally ill. As if it were a dying being with no hope of a cure."

He shook his elongated cranium slowly.

"Your prophecy of doom will not play out. Unless, of course, we adopt a pretender currency. It will set a worrying precedence among the common being."

"You see, the Galactic Standard Credit has survived galaxy-spanning wars numerous times. Only to come back stronger than ever. It's all there in the records, if you'd care to peruse them."

He gestured now with long-fingered hands for emphasis.

"By adopting another standard currency, we will cause a panic. Beings will take their current credits buy other resources considered more stable. If you believe the markets are fluctuating wildly now, you'll be in for a rude awakening after."

"Again, you merely need to study financial histories of numerous planets to see that occurring. Or you can buy into a promise. Personally, I've always made financial decisions based upon hard data and not promises of glory."

His eyes took in the Hutt and he smiled tightly.

"I understand, Master Tambor, a chance for profit. But the Trade Federation's initial gain will be the galaxy's loss. In fact, in my current role as Director for the Bank of JanFathal, I'd advise against investing in the proposed currency. It's an entirely unknown commodity and that will create discomfort among wealthy beings looking to invest."

"And if there's one thing to know, your investors want to know their investments are secure."

 

[Gat Tambor]

// DIRECTOR //: Trade Federation
// OBJECTIVE //: Put 5 on it
// WARLORDS //: Tyrell Paxxus | Lucien Dooku | Boram Predor | Lunafreya Solidor | Kestus Bralor
// THE FED //: Avernus | Agrippa The Hutt | Shute Gunray | Otto Blank | LT-137 | Aerarii Tithe | Zef Halo | Cameron Farwell

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Y U N G _ S K A K O

Gat Tambor was no stranger to skepticism. He was no stranger to being doubted, looked down upon and spit at for his ambitions. But always he seemingly prevailed. He would see to it this matter would be no different. Lunafreya was...impressive in her in the rhetoric she voiced toward Gat Tambor and the Trade Federation. She was not so incorrect to be skeptical. Where she failed was to be skeptical of Gat Tambor.

The Hutt was the first to the Skakoan’s defense. It only made sense. Among the Corporate profiteers and politicos of the Trade Federation, Agrippa was cut from a far different cloth. The world of crime. In that, Gat held immense respect for the alien’s climb through the muck to the top. He admired all of his colleagues but Agrippa’s tenacity was a trait all its own among them.

The Muun was quick to Lunafreya’s defense. As much as she could speak up herself, that sort’ve beauty always seemed to warrant valiant defenders to her side. All the same, such was the nature of the intellectual arena of open thoughts.

"Concerns that are justified yes, however you may be misconstruing history, Darth Argentum , this iteration of the Galactic Standard Credit is a very novel idea. As of now, many Galactic entities still operate off of currency systems self maintained and regulated. The Outer Rim trades in the 'Talon', the Thyrsian Hierarchy manages its own currency in the 'Solari' and of course AvCoin is becoming universally accepted. To deviate from this mean is not such a monumental task as you all are describing." Gat Tambor iterates.

"As fledgling an economic power the New Imperial Order might be on the Galactic stage...recent conquests have allowed the Order to come unto a great deal of wealth has it not? Scipio, Muunilinst and Mygeeto are all vital assets to the economic infrastructure of the greater Galactic community and have been for generations. Playing host to the IMP500 in Harnaidan as well several Banking Clan vault assets present. The Sith were able to claim...some of it and while many population centers were devestated, the Trade Federation has been able to recover a great deal of the wealth present. And has the infrastructure and resources in place to help restore these worlds back to their former glory in partnership with the New Imperial Order." Gat proposes.

"A risk...perhaps, but far less than what any of you might believe. The economic framework of the Galaxy is no less volatile outside of the Order than it is within it. We are not the only sovereignty affected by war. Every major Galactic power is. The Sith Empire of course is threatened by the New Imperial Order, the Confederacy fights a nation wide war on terrorism, the land presided over by the Silver Jedi is under threat by alien savages and of course the Galactic Alliance funnels money and manpower to the war efforts in the Third Imperial Civil War. I would argue...the move would be to utilize this chaotic landscape of the Galaxy to shape the Order's economy more to its benefit." Tambor argues.

 

[Rurik Fel]

// PARABOL ACTUAL //: Imperial Knight Commander
// OBJECTIVE //: By The Sword
// FOCUS //: Dorian Sicarrio | Jaeger Harrsk
// IMPERIAL KNIGHTS //: Bastard | Lambert Vasari | Mavia
Armor | Lightsaber | The Vane | Pistol | Grenades

P A R A B O L

Dorian. Ever attempting to rake the laugh out of any around him. It wasn't a horrid trait by any means but it was one that grew wearing on men like Rurik. Barely able to manage humor before, it was a far rarer occurance now, now that he'd been exposed to the Twilight. His body still ached and strained with each pull of his muscles in any direction. The armor encased around him acted to mitigate the struggle and enhance the strength to the point where he still performed in combat akin to the Knight Commander he was before and continues to be. However it siphons a great deal of will to control the pain which courses through his form.

When Therran moves to fling the Knights, Stormtroopers and his own acolytes into the air, Wymar remains magnetically stamped to the earth, his eyes screwing shut before he hears the crack of bone and duraplast as he hears the crunch of several lives snuffed out all of a sudden in a fury of screams of agony.

"I didn't have many expresions before, did I?" He retorts to his fellow knight before he surges up from the ground beneath, twisting his upper body and reeling his arm back to swing his silver blade up from his lower left hip to Therran's right shoulder in a swift cut of the saber, his foreboding gaze fixating on the Bando Gora warlord from beneath his haunting metal visage.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

O B J E C T I V E | PUT FIVE ON IT
L O C A T I O N | Aggressor
T A G S |
Lucien Dooku , Tyrell Paxxus ,
Kestus Bralor, Darth Argentum ,
Agrippa The Hutt , Zef Halo , Avernus ,
Shute Gunray , Otto Blank , Aerarii Tithe
T H E M E | Here.
G E A R | Here.​

Sniffing that despicable smell from that slugs cigarra was almost enough to make Lunafreya sick. It was curious to feel the urge to vomit in a room full of exotic aliens and warlords with cheap colognes as strong as a Wookie's armpit, slowly rubbed on their sweaty faces, and perhaps it was this desire that allowed her to look around the room, noticing that she was the only one female present on that occasion. She couldn't tell if she was grateful to notice this, but she knew she'd been looking away for what seemed like a long time while Agrippa spoke, trying to figure out if that slimy, sleazy creature might be a woman. After all, they said that the members of his race were hermaphrodites, but it was the lack of common sense alongside the unpleasant aroma exhaled by that slug that answered this question for her.​

The Elzeri remained silent as the economic forces around the table were heard. Finance could still be an issue that Lunafreya had little versatility like other issues under her control, but for that she had Darth Argentum , Chairman of the Bank of JanFathal, and CFO of the New Imperial Bank. Her father once told her that when an issue was considered unknown, a prince should never state it openly, they should always surround themselves with competent people who understood it for them, to advise and let the one wearing the crown make their decisions from their advice. Lunafreya did not dare to say it out loud, nor did she allow herself to finish this thought, but she did not regret a moment of having joined her interests with those of that Muun.​

“Some assets?”, Her voice kept low and calm, “The Sith evacuated the planet before we even got there, Tambor. Where do you think those Muuns went? Alongside their fat, greasy wallets? Even without the Muun planets, the amount of resources controlled by the Sith Empire is absurd and so are their tactics. Whenever they feel their vaults getting lighter, they plunder, loot and burn entire planets and then sell the properties of those planets to companies of questionable nature in return for profit. Some who share this table with us right now.” She made sure of looking through some of the faces that knew of their involvement with the Empire, in the past, and even on most recent days. “And although these planets under our control have resources and infrastructure to be rebuilt they lack room for trade since most of their partners are still under Sith control, and to leave our borders in search of others is even worse, for they are forced to take long routes and delay their shipments. Trade is as slow as a limp bantha these days, but I must admit that you are right, yes, all major galactic powers are at war and focused on their own affairs. But the risk that you suggest with this committee, Tambor, is as great as launching a full assault against Bastion with only the assets in our disposal right now. In particular, and I must emphasize again, considering the dubious and obscure motives of half, if not all, those gathered here without affiliation with the New Order.”​

She gave them a moment of silence to measure her words and what they meant. Slowly, she rose from her seat to better address everyone present, while her own mind planned on a better way to proceed, a way that meant not finding total defeat and that could be the best alternative for New Order, and for her. Or else they would soon find themselves ruled by those barons in the money industry, perhaps not in a year, not even ten, but long enough that she was still alive to watch this. The small price paid for immortality. ​

“The stakes are too high for the New Imperial Order. Our share of the failure is economic ruin, to say the least, masses defecting to our enemies and open borders for the Empire while the stakes for all of you… ‘fine’… gentleman are what? Losing small change? Like all of you don’t have an option if this fails. Perhaps flocking back to the IGBC good graces, or worse. I can most certainly speak what is on my fellow peers minds and say that interest in this ‘enterprise’ is indeed something very tangible. But, we are fighting for freedom and our soldiers are being killed by the thousands in this war... So, I believe a blood sacrifice is required.”, She again let the moment hang in the air before speaking, “Sharing the financial risk 55% to 45%, plus 3% of your incomes freely donated to our forces to help us fight tyranny, off course... and control of 10% in shares of your holdings placed as collateral under the thanks to the New Imperial Order.”​

Again, she chose a silent posture to face that assembly. The eyes exchanged a look for a mere moment with the Muun sitting beside her before returning to them. Standing there, analyzing the mood of the room and letting everyone think before she finished her rhetoric.​

"I'm well aware of what this seems, think that if this adventure shows what it is promised, all of you will be the richests beings in this new age, if not the most influential ones, and ten percent of your companies won' t mean anything… but if this fails, the losses must be divided equally in such way that we do not find ourselves… broke.”​

After finishing her speech, Lunafreya sat down again. With her angular chin proudly raised in her icy countenance. No government in its right mind would risk their economy without taking some guarantees with them, and those being their very own existence. For as much as Gat Tambor could be the brilliant alien skakoan behind some of the most impressive gear on the New Order, the galaxy wasn't strange with odd things happening to destroy the plans done by the mortal creatures of this plane of existence. Some, and perhaps her, called it the will of the gods.​

 

[Del Lovruc]

Location: Baltizaar
Objective: BYOO - Unload the Garrison
Tags: Open - feel free to hop in
Naval Forces: 2 Inceptus-class Assault Ship [Siege Tower] [Skytrain] | 3 Dagger-class Frigate [Pursuer] [Huntress] [Raven]

Captain Lovruc stood on the bridge of the Siege Tower as his landing ships and their escorts hyperspaced into the system. His first mission out of training was a tedious one, transporting a regiment of Strike Force troopers and their equipment which would make up the garrison for Baltizaar. He turned towards the helmsman and spoke in a dreary and bored tone "Helmsman begin landing sequence towards our assigned grid coordinates. And do speed things up, there is a war going on after all." Del was itching to get back into combat and being stuck on a bridge landing troops far from the frontlines wasn't how he imagined his first assignment would be. Either way he would complete his mission, anything for the New Imperial Order was how he thought.

The large ships soon made it through the atmosphere while the frigates remained in orbit with the Siege Tower and Skytrain landing on a large patch of empty land, deploying their massive landing gear and opening the ramps down. While troopers and vehicles marched out of the landing ship gunships and support ships followed. The Captain watched as the troops mobilised, desperate to be amongst them. Instead he turned to his first mate and said "Commander Viz. You have the bridge I'm going to oversee the troops." The commander simply nodded and replied "Yes sir." allowing him Del to walk out flanked by two Strike Force troopers. He walked down to the hanger and out onto Baltizaar's ground and simply watched the soldiers move.

"You know I use to be an infantry officer? I do miss it dearly." he said to no one in particular. One of his troopers made the mistake of speaking up. "Uh, yes sir. You tell us every time." Del did 180 turn and faced the man and barked "Was I talking to you?!" leaving the Strike Force Trooper stunned and speechless. "I thought not!" he continued before turning around and watching the mobilisation once more. Del was not an easy man to work with and his temper was to blame. It had gotten so bad that many lower enlisted aboard the Siege Tower had begun a betting ring and betted credits on how long until Del's next major outburst. So far Del had not found out about it but if he did you can be sure that the enlisted responsible would be sent straight out the airlock.

 

[Jaeger Harrsk]

Objective I

"That's pretty uplifting, but I'm taking you down,"

"ok."

The talkative knight hurled his spear at Graush, while the other went straight for the kill with his blade.

He formed a protective bubble deflecting the spear and stopping the swing of the sword right at its tracks. Another wave of Graush's hands followed releasing a destructive telekinetic blast at both Imperial Knights.

Dorian Sicarrio Rurik Fel

 

[Darth Argentum]

Objective: Give Me Five

Gat Tambor replied well. The Muun saw a being used to hard bargains in the Skakoan. One not afraid to dip his toes into actual conflict for that matter. Admirable but persistent and irritating.

Lunafreya Solidor brought up an excellent point in her response. Where had the Sith taken a large portion of the Muun world's wealth? Probably back to Bastion. But from there, who could say.

He supposed that he might use his powers of mental manipulation under normal circumstances. But Tambor struck him as being mentally strong. That, and he was maintaining a mask which hid his true powers.

No point in expending the effort for secrecy to simply throw it away. Thus it fell to reason to win the day. The Duchess' suggestion that the wealthy members present foot part of the bill wouldn't sit well. The rich would do anything to stay that way.

"Ladies and gentlebeings," he said to the gathering "You must understand that Master Tambor's points regarding the Talon and Solari currencies simply prove my earlier point. Beings who lack confidence in once currency will invest in something else. In those handful of cases, the natives began to trade in beads, as it were."

He smiled thinly as he continued.

"It's not to say that we couldn't consider another currency in the future. But should we not work to shore up confidence in the current credits? Should we not stabilize. Things are in early days yet. Adding a new currency will only destabilize the financial situation. Our efforts would only undermine ourselves."

He gestured to Lunafreya.

"If we were to proceed, as the Duchess suggests, perhaps you'd all be willing to assume some financial risk? A show of confidence, putting our chips down, would help consumer confidence tremendously. Such a gathering of wealth willing to stake their money on something would speak volumes."

The Muun strongly doubted they'd be willing to assume such a risk. Not at this point so early on. Which only served to emphasize his point of waiting for times to come. Patience was, after all, a virtue.

 

[DK-03]

Objective I: By The Sword

Operation Burrito Freedom

An Imperial transport flew overhead.

Below, Bando Gora riots were taking place, a hive of violence and unrest.

Above, a missile dropped from the transport.

No, it was a bomb, instead.

Actually, no, just a cylindrical tube.

No... it was a trash burrito.

A scorched trash burrito.
​

DK-03 was riding it. This wasn't a sanctioned event by the Imperial Order, the Darktrooper had paid the pilot a lot of money to help him hoist his trash burrito he had built in the scrapyards of Ord Mantell. There wasn't really a reason why DK was in this position, either - he wasn't extremely emotionally attached to this burrito, he just really wanted to ride it in midair.

And ride it he was.

DK-03 tried to steer it further to the left, but there was no mechanism to help achieve this goal, it was simply just an amalgamation of trash and spare parts. The burrito refused to respond to his ability to direct it, and it seemed they would overshoot the riots by a large margin. Well, that was rather anti-climatic - there would be no splattering of Bando Gora right now, it seems. No, he was headed for a cluster of residential buildings instead.

And the burrito crashed into them, causing massive widespread destruction into the housing complex.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Personal Objective

Bando Gora Ceremonial Site


Ra Vizsla stood in front of a large obelisk, his hand placed upon it. Behind him, a slew of slained soldiers, Mandalorian and Bando Gora alike. The battle had quieted, the flags of the Imperial Order waving in the distance. Ra hadn't understood the cultural significance, the fear of these people on the planet. They were small, such as so many before them that stood in the way of the Order. But he wanted to know. He wanted to understand.

He was younger than his predecessor. Of clear mind, but brash, heated. Yet stronger, more resilient.

The Undying, reincarnated, resurrected.

His people would never understand the burden that bore, the mantle placed upon his wide shoulders.

Ra looked back from the Obelisk as the Mandalorians began to collect their dead. The strength in his people, outmatched only by the strength of the Imperial insignia in which they now bore. These broken Clans, these broken names. They yearned to rise up, to overcome the destiny the Galaxy had dealt them. They yearned for leadership.

This new Imperial Order had given it.

Trajan Fett

 

[Trajan Fett]

// ALOR'AAN // Sons of Mandalore
// OBJECTIVE // BYOO
// FOCUS // Ra Vizsla

Emerging from the smoke, ash and gore of the battle which had only waned to a final conclusion. Mandalorians against Bando Gora, it shouldn't have been such a suprise who'd ended up prevailing in this struggle. The Oathsworn had proven their worth, again. They had before and while this breed of Stormtroopers had certainly had their mettle tested, there was still no comparing it to the might of the Mandalorian warrior.

Another subjugation showed that here. Peering up toward the Imperial Sun fortified with six sections surrounding it, the symbol of the New Imperial Order fluttering on the flowing banner, Trajan looked back down to take in the sight of the Mand'alor risen from undeath. Breaking the silence disturbed only by boots trudging the muck, Trajan spoke.

<"What're you looking for?"> He asked with a nod toward Viszla, addressing the man in his characteristic cold inflection.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Personal Objective

Bando Gora Ceremonial Site

Trajan Fett

"What're you looking for?"

Ra turned, finally disturbed from his entranced position by the obelisk.

"Vod Trajan," the word for 'brother' in Mand'oa, a term of both endearment and honor. Ra had taken time to learn of the other Mand'oade that had pledged allegiance to the Imperial Order, as he knew the weight both his position in the culture and his name carried. He gestured at the Obelisk. "The Bando Gora...

This was a place of worship for them.

For a gathering of men and women, a celebration of their power. Strip away the mysteries of this Force they had aligned themselves with, and you have a people, maligned and disconnected, torn asunder from any real personal goals. But together, they vied for power, through whatever means necessary.

Redemption though strength, no matter their history."

Ra turned to face the Obelisk.

"It's poetic, as twisted as it may be."

 

[Trajan Fett]

// ALOR'AAN // Sons of Mandalore
// OBJECTIVE // BYOO
// FOCUS // Ra Vizsla

He listened. While Ra might've been a stranger, so enigmatically thrust back into the fray again it would be a fool's errand to ignore his words whenever he spoke. He was Mand'alor once and while that time, the Empire he'd help shape had fallen to history there still remained the remnants of its legacy within this space. For the better...or for the worse.

Trajan's T-Visor gaze followed Ra's in scaling the obelisk again. He could see the man's point well enough already, nodding once with the sentiment.

<"And yet, they fell. Such is the right of the conqueror. The Galaxy and all its fruits belong to those strong enough to seize them. The Bando Gora prevailed for generations in seclusion here and yet all the same, they were put to the torch by a greater Empire. There is no strength in surviving isolated. Even still...a parallel, a parallel to the Mandalorian."> Trajan said, voicing the realization. Two peoples who'd had the will of greater empires imposed upon them.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Personal Objective

Bando Gora Ceremonial Site

Trajan Fett

Ra smiled behind the emerald T-visor.

"A certain perception, an awareness is necessary to notice life's parallels... a rare observation for many." Ra began to circle the obelisk. He brushed the dirt and blood from the obelisk with a crimson gauntlet, deep in contemplation of the strucutre.

"To ignore the lessons of the past is a deluge many swim."

A mechanical howl from his blacked basilisk in the distance. Ne'catra was sitting silent, her silhouette casting a long and dark shadow over the battlefield as her forges quietly released plumes of black smoke into the night sky.

"Tell me, brother."

His emerald visor emblazoned in the darkness,

peering around the other side of the Obelisk.

"Where do you stand?"

He gestured to the Obelisk.

"What would you fall for?"​