Ships and Mass Graves [Fel Imperium Ship Yard Thread]

[Darth Vulcanus]

"Ready weapons!" a voice thundered over the Bastion landscape and a firing line of twelve Royal Stormtroopers slammed home a fresh blaster magazine into a tall, ceremonious blaster rifle. The digital sound of the blasters charging up their firing mechanisms was almost eerie in the silence that currently infolded this particular section of the planet. "Take aim!" the same voice barked out and was followed by the sounds of metal hitting metal as the troopers slammed the stocks of their rifles into their shoulder plates and took aim down range. What was found on the other end of the sights were not targets, dummies or holograms but the faces of twelve Sith who ranged from initiate to Knight. The youngest was just fifteen, but his eyes burned with the hatred of a man who was long lost to the darkside of the force and he would die to protect the Sith ways...today he would get his wish.

Behind these pathetic souls was a long trench, a trench that was five meters across, six wide and no less than eight deep. It was not empty, for the bodies of dozens of other Sith already laid lifeless in the dreary tomb that was to be the the unmarked burial site for as many Sith as could be fit in it. Digging separate graves took time, therefore ineffective. Poisons were being used but to get them was expensive and to create them took time, therefore ineffective. Blaster rounds were cheap, quick and can be used anywhere at anytime and therefore...very effective. Ronin, accompanied by the spokesman of the freed slaves, watched from the near distance as the sentence of the Sith was carried out.

"Fire!" the order could be heard for only a brief second before the cracks of blasters drowned it out and created a melody of death that echoed off for miles into the unknown expanses of Bastion. Twelve rounds hit their mark and twelve bodies fell backwards and into a cushion of flesh that was the bottom of the trench. As the gunshots died off, there was only the whispers of the wind and no words were spoken by anyone. Sith or not, the work that was being done was dark and Ronin could feel the darkside leeching on the aura of death...but this was necessary to get rid of the Sith. Ironic, that one of the greatest essences of the darkside was one of the only ways to ensure the destruction of its followers.

"We cannot kill these vermin fast enough." was the slave leader, Fonto Sa'tin's, remark of disgust as he spat at the ground by his feet

"We must not feel anger in our work, Fonto, only realize its necessity." Ronin said to the Twi'lek, but he too found himself almost inclined to agree with the man. He knew he shouldn't but he held a loathing for the Sith after what he saw on Manaan and what he heard of the Sith's atrocities.

"Believe what you like, I still say that if they were to all die tomorrow that it would be far overdue." Sighing and turning to Ronin, his look obviously meant to make Ronin ask the question that was most certainly the Bantha in the room.

Ronin picked up on the hint and turned with his usual all business look "I'm assuming you are pleased with the progress of the war and I know your people have already given a lot to serve as soldiers in our armies...but the Imperium needs more ships and your people are our only hope in that. Foreign contractors would take too much time to even get on planet and that is even if they agree to work in a potential warzone."

With a sigh, Fonto put a finger to his chin "We must talk about the details, come, notify your advisers and let us meet in your palace."

 

[Zaruan Nuarudo]

[disregard]

 

[Sebastian Santelli]

Groundside Metalworks, Bastion

In the massive metalworking district of the industrial sector, Grand Admiral Davin and thousands upon thousands of engineers and laborers milled to and fro to restructure the complexes and restore the destroyed components during Sith rule. Prior to Fel ownership, the Sith had dozens of battles on this planet and their upkeep wasn't paid in due whatsoever. While Davin's element lie in space, one absolutely needed raw materials and refineries activated before even thinking about building massive starfleets, mass produced weaponry, armor, electronics, or droids.

Besides, he was sure some Imperial Knights or prospective Knights might take the chance to use this metal shop for something good.

((Imperial Knights or advanced Cadets, feel free to use this to construct your Imperial Knight armor))

 

[Sai Fel]

Sai looked on at the ground sections, the battles that had been raged here weren't like others. It wasn't something to special from reports and what she knew... The previous governess had left it fairly intact with little else. The soldiers and talks of a throne room were something but there was always more to the story then met the eye and her gaze narrowed looking at everything. An echani quarter staff at her side for beating down the enemies for now. She might have to get a saber but this was all about working towards a goal in the factory. The holdout blaster would have to suffice for now.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

As Ronin followed the freed slave representative, he turned on his communicator and sent a message to @[member="Davin"] so that he could notify him of where to meet , "Executor, I require your presence at the Imperial Palace to meet with Mister Sa'Tin." was Ronin's simple message. This meeting was the future of the Fel Navy and so it only made sense that Davin be there with them. Stepping inside a nearby speeder, Ronin and Fonto sat quietly as the vehicle speed off into the distance and towards the New Palace of the Sun.

 

[Sebastian Santelli]

The Grand Admiral's wrist comlink chirped under his grey service uniform. "Yes?" He raised the communication device to his head, questioning the purpose of the call. "I'm on my way, sir." The Admiral was already on the way to his own speeder, a pair of Royal Stormtroopers manning it faithfully and speeding off towards the New Palace just as he sat down.

"So what's this all about, sir? If you don't mind me asking." The driver asked carefully, a pair of Lieutenant's bars gleaming on his collar.
"What's your jurisdiction, trooper?"
The man swallowed. "The Stormtrooper Corps, sir."
"That's what I thought." Davin wrinkled his brow at the man. "The upper echelons are on a need-to-know basis. As I recall that's general officers."
"Aye, sir."

@[member="Ronin Fel"] @[member="Sai Fel"] @[member="Zaruan Nuarudo"]

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

@[member="Davin"]

Ronin and the slave representative found there way to the palace quickly and stepped out of the speeder just as Davin arrived. With a business-like smile, Ronin extended an arm out towards Davin's speeder as the Chiss stepped out "Mister Sa'Tin, this is my Grand Admiral, Davin. He will be coordinating with you and your team, assuming you find our terms acceptable."

Sa'Tin nodded and walked towards Davin with a hand outstretched, "I have heard much about you, Grand Admiral, it is a pleasure to meet one of the many conquerors of the Sith."

 

[Sebastian Santelli]

The Grand Admiral's speeder zoomed through the rebuilding city, cutting through short cuts and buzzing past dozens of milling engineers and construction workers. It seemed as if the whole planet was in recovery mode or something along those lines. Oh well, it was good progress. Anything left idle was bound to stagnate. Davin and his rider caught sight of the Imperator, his guard, and his guests.

The door to the speeder opened. "Wait over there." He pointed off under a tree.
"Understood, sir."

The Admiral crossed the distance between he and the Imperator and greeted him with a both. A new figure was standing next to him, formally introduced as Sa'Tin. Davin took the man's hand in a firm grip. "I see. I used to be one of them - the Sith." He added with a sly smirk.
@[member="Ronin Fel"]

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

@[member="Davin"]

Sa'Tine gave Davin an odd look, his hand slowly releasing the Chiss's grip, "Well, I guess a traitorous Sith coward is better than a active Sith coward." was the Twi'Leks spiteful reply before turning and stomping passed Ronin and towards the palace's doors, "come, let us get this over with."

Ronin sighed, striding over to Davin's side and motioning him forward, "Not the best of first impressions, Grand Admiral." Ronin said in his usual formal tone

 

[Sebastian Santelli]

Given the current situation, Davin would have given a better first impression to the newcomer, but pleasantries were not something of priority in the Chiss's mind. He was a busy man, running an entire fleet and aiding in the politics of such a large, emerging Imperium was more than the average person did. It'd be a little swell if these poor little souls could show some gratitude. "Yes, let's." He replied to the slavemaster.

With an increasingly cynical tone, the Admiral said to his Imperator "Least he could do is show some thanks."

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

@[member="Davin"]

"Indeed, but one cannot blame him for having ill feelings toward Sith, even the ones who are no longer aligned with them." Ronin began to walk alongside Davin and up into the palace, "He was a slave for many years, after all. Let us simply conclude our business and he will learn to respect you overtime." the two marched through the halls, the Praetorian close to them every step of the way until they arrived in the meeting room where the fuming Twi'Lek was already waiting for them.

 

[Sebastian Santelli]

The Chiss was actually quite amused. He didn't really care whether this slavemaster liked him or not, results where the only thing of importance. If this mere man couldn't make them happen, he could always find someone else. Emotions shown by anyone were weaknesses waiting to be exploited, the exact reason why his species had a knack for being seemingly cold and calculative. "Oh well. What exactly does he want to show me? Those orbital shipyards aren't going to build themselves, you know." He sighed, giving the Imperator a pat on the shoulder before moving past him.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

@[member="Davin"]

"He says that he is hesitant to let the freed slaves go right back to building military equipment, but I have a feeling that his greed is what is driving his want for a negotiation." Ronin followed the Grand Admiral into the meeting room where the Twi'Lek was already fast at work setting up a stack of papers on the table, no doubt a list of demands.

 

[Voroll]

Voroll watched the entire thing from afar and numerous like it over the course of the war against the Sith. Luckily he was far enough away to not pick up the emotions of the Sith whose lives were about to end and the emotions of those terminating those lives. That may have been too much for him. But despite this advantage he still felt a mixture of feelings - which were all his own - deep inside. The flash of the bolts all in unison and the bodies crumpling to the floor lifeless and steaming from the condensed, contained energy brought a shock to his system. This was the cost of the war with the Sith. The cost of the Abomination Act. "They are inferior beings", "less than us", "not sentient" were some of the phrases used.

But on the alternative, he thought, would the Sith be less cruel to Royal Stormtroopers, Imperial Knights of naval servicebeings? Would they have been merciful and let them live, in prisoner camps to perform acts of forced labour? Or would they be slaughtered on sight? Cut down with lightsabers and blades or disintegrated or blown up with grenades. The thought of the alternative was even worse

 

[Sebastian Santelli]

@[member="Ronin Fel"]

Greed, huh? Davin could give the man a taste of what was to come. Greed and corruption were things to be aware of in Chiss politics, many a statesman had fallen prey to such worthless, unattainable virtues that they'd succumbed to it in the lowest form and been degraded to lowly heaps of nothingness. Money was useful, but this particular Grand Admiral made sure he kept watch on himself to prevent his personality from degrading. "Greed?" He smirked. "He knows not what such a thing is."

 

[Sadarus Azzar]

The Noghri commando followed closely behind the triad of high officials of his new home. Jar'varkh had only just recently stumbled upon such a glorious home and opted to make it his home, being awfully wary of his surroundings considering his nature of hating anything with Imperial in its name somewhere. Even more so, he'd opted to keep a closer eye on the naval commander of the combined fleets of the Imperium. Much like his own ancestry, the man named Davin was of the Thrawn bloodline as Jar'varkh was of the Rukh family tree.

It was such a mysterious unfolding of events, but he'd been stationed here to maintain the peace and uphold order on this planet. A few minutes prior he'd noticed the white-clad, blue-skinned Admiral stepping out of his speeder and into the command center. Sulking in the shadows and garbed in his shadow-hued cloak, the Death Commando kept a steady but distanced pace to maintain his bearings on the target.

@[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"] @[member="Ronin Fel"] @[member="Sai Fel"]

 

[Voroll]

Voroll continued to watch as more and more bodies piled up in the trenches. Although he could not make out distinctive features of the recently deceased, he knew they were unique. As unique as every human, or every twi’lek, zabrak, mandalorian, duro, herglic or ewok, to name less than a few species. Every being in this galaxy was and is unique, their lives and fates determined by consequence, luck and sometimes good manipulation. The new twelve that had just fallen into the trench were no different; victims of consequence, whether their own or otherwise.

The landscape surrounding the execution zone was empty, plain and barren. But already lines of roughly-placed dirt could be seen for miles across the relatively flat open ground.
This place, this land that would hold the stench of death was, for security purposes, a military installation until all the hearts of those considered dark and evil by the rest of the galaxy stopped.
Both fortunately and unfortunately there were still star systems where members of this order flourished and survived, fighting and killing, allying and deceiving.

He and another few Cadets stood watching, gazing out, from atop a large military transport. Orona, a female Voroll met on Kad V and Zaal, who he met beforehand but saw his true strength on the same world during the dominion of it, both watched in eager anticipation to see the last remaining Sith in Fel captivity removed. Their words, which had been repeated by them after seeing journalists and more senior Knights say:
“Sith are a plague on this galaxy and the dark side of the Force fuels their everlasting quest for complete domination and subjugation of every sentient being in it. There will be no peace until we take a stand against them. Refuse them life and their ways will change.” As much as he disliked seeing such death on such a scale, Voroll found himself agreeing somewhat with the statement that had essentially been learned by every Imperial Cadet.

He prayed for their souls to be carried onwards into the Great Unknown, to be reborn again in another, better life. As was a popular belief in the Church of the Morning Star; rebirth. To live for all that can be lived for.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino stood stock-still, face stiff, forcing himself to watch the proceedings, and ignoring the nausea roiling in his gut. It was necessary, no doubt. The Sith were certainly a plague on the galaxy. But still...this was much harsher than what he had pictured. Not that different from what the Sith empire had done either. This was war, and it was ugly. Nothing like it appeared in old holovids or portrayed in stories. Had the writers forgotten? Or chosen to deliberately gloss over it seem better? Either way, idealism and war were oil and water. One could not easily survive the other. He stopped himself from grimacing as a wave of emotions crashed over him. He wondered how @[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"] was taking this. Well? Or not so well?

 

[Voroll]

Such a sudden feeling washed over his body like a wave on a beach; it was powerful and almost draining, but he did not know if the feeling was entirely his. It was true that he had not eaten properly over the past few days, but supplements and pills substituted for the lack of 'real' nutrition. He had more than enough energy to stand up, yet found himself wanting to sit down.
Then he realised that @[member="Veino Garn "]had stood closer to him than before. In truth Voroll didn't even realise he was there until this. He tried his best to hide the vicarious nausea, whether or not it showed was something completely different. Despite this, however, he turned to the Cadet he had seen briefly in the Gardens of Roan.
"Are you okay?"

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino gave a curt nod, lips pressed together like the seals of a closed airlock. Then paused to reconsider. He gave a quick shake of his head. "No." He wasn't quite sure what else he could say, but he closed his eyes and erected a quick emotional wall to keep the emotions from overwhelming @[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"]. "Not sure this is either." It felt odd to say that. Very odd. But, good. Even for a righteous cause, might this be too far? Were these truly actions of the Light Side? They seemed rather vindictive for that. Especially the Abomination Act. They were all things he would have to think about for a long time. Yes, executions such as these were the quickest and most efficient, but did that make them the right course of action to pursue?