Junction The First Bastion Games - DIA/RNR/SO [ Empty hex/Iktotch/Kinyen

[Roxsie]

Objective: BYOO. Just a social event.
Direct tags Bastien Sal-Soren

"Probably because it doesn't need a flourish. Like 'First cut of the coin' or 'administrator of threat reduction and expansion'." she answered with a grunt on titles.

She couldn't quite decide if he was being condescending or not. He acted like he wasn't, maybe. But some people just liked playing the long game. She chuckled at the talk of pretense as some kind of protection, "Oh. I'm aware." regardless her caution, she was getting at least a little more talkative.

"No darts. Not tonight. If someone's aiming for you, I'd rather not be mistaken for your co-conspirator."

"Disappointing, would at least be interesting if something actually happened up here." she said her eyes only creasing a little.

“Alright,” he said quietly. “No promises, no performances.” He let the tension drop just slightly from his shoulders.

“When did you know?” he asked. “That you’d never fit their idea of who you should be.”

Roxsie​

Her eyes shot open and she stared at him, a surge of surprise, the flicker of shock was instantly hidden away as much behind a mask as her lower face was. What in void did he just say? What does he know? No, even if he DID know my family you can't just guess that. Is he bluffing? For what? Just to put me off guard? Even if the flurry of thoughts wasn't so visible after the initial shock, the pause before she spoke again may have let on, "What are you talking about? Whose?" she tried to redirect, or maybe be genuine. Her face was hidden, though her voice came out with a touch of anger. She didn't want to accept her side of it either, no, she would live up to family expectations. Maybe they never said them aloud, maybe they didn't even have any. Surely Zepher did. Surely any who knew her parents and sister did though. But why should that matter, she was the one who wanted to live upto the legacy. She was already threat enough for almost anyone, she believed. She just had to be better. But why would he know to ask that?

Phrik sword
Rebreather that is styled like a golden lower skill.

 

[Ashin Cardé Varanin]

PHASE II

The main fleet arrived at Charis and while its arrival was not heralded by pleasantries and warm welcome, the population yielded what they would based on an imperial warfleet ready to reduce them to rubble if necessary. It was not ideal, quite the opposite and it was decided to take what they could and not make this a permanent outpost. A dangerous gamble, hoping to find something more suitable. The new target was Shintel and then Pembric.

The Iron Baron had less luck above Gandle Ott, local starfighters and corvettes trying to overwhelm it after it appeared and tried to impose Imperial will on the world. Though destroying two corvettes with its superior guns, it received some damage by the starfighters and had to escape into hyperspace, moving on to Shintel itself to do repairs. Later the main fleet would disperse the enemy, destroying what was left of the non-starfighter ships while passing by themselves.

The recon drones moved further on, leaving on in every system they touched that was along a major hyperlane or connecting several hyperlanes.

Naval>Commander>Multi-Theater Response Drill – Manage simultaneous engagements across star sectors
Location: Simulator — 'Kathol Sector'
Representing: Sith Order
Engaging: Imperius Indomitus


Task Force Calypho - the Avatar-class, really - finished thrashing the Qektoth forces. The problem was that the Qektoth had had centuries to develop boltholes and surprise attack routes and could still have any number of little surprises in store. Leaving the science ship escorted only by the Jinn was a risky play, but then again, the Avatar would be necessary when this finally came to a confrontation. And it was necessary now for enforcing that non-aggression pact with the Kathol Republic, lest Task Force Vectivus find itself between hammer (eventual enemies) and anvil (the locals).

On balance, the Jinn's bubble-shield and Otherspace-transit capabilities probably gave the science vessel enough cover to go about its wreckage analysis safely. She took the chance. The Avatar-class cruiser, representing most of her capital-scale firepower, eased up out of Qektoth territory, passed Uukaablis, and headed off to join Task Force Vectivus in the Kathol Republic.

Rapidly, the last two ships of Calypho came under attack by Qektoth remnants. The science vessel was forced to abort its research, leaving results uncertain. The Jinn shuttled it into Otherspace with relative safety and began a transit of uncertain duration.


TASK FORCE CALYPHO — VANISHING FROM BOARD IN QEKTOTH SPACE

• Shambhala-class Science Vessel
• Jinn-class Cruiser
• H9 Patrol Corvette

TASK FORCE VECTIVUS — DAYARK, KATHOL REPUBLIC

• Jamillia-class Cruiser (flagship)
• Spinnaker-class Light Carrier
• 6 x Handmaiden-class Escort Corvette
• Admonition-class Transport

LONE ASSETS

• Avatar-class Cruiser — joining Task Force Vectivus, several days to go
• H9 Patrol Corvette — bound for Timbra Ott with scout fighters, several days to go
• H9 Patrol Corvette — bound for Pimbrellan League with scout fighters, several days to go

Science vessel research results (d20):

• 1: Highly usable results in Qektoth starship weapons technology
• 2-3: Moderately usable results in Qektoth starship weapons technology
• 4: Highly usable results in Qektoth bioweapons technology
• 5-6: Moderately usable results in Qektoth starship weapons technology
• 6-20: Results insignificant or not usable within time frame of simulation

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Objective: 3
Spectator
Allies: Everyone
Enemies: Nobody
Tagging: Zara Saga

Feeling some attention on her, Iandre turned to see her master nod in her direction. Returning that, she didn't feel the need to take any of his time and tried to avoid interacting with the Diarch entirely. Even though he might not be Sith, he still gave her the heebie-jeebies most of the time.

The exchange took only a few seconds, and the former Jedi was on the move again. Avoiding the obvious to her pickpockets and ne'er-do-wells, she ended up with a female in front of her. Taking half a step back, the woman looked at Zara from head to toe and back again.

A difference the other woman might notice is that Iandre did not flinch away or back down. Her potential intent to intimidate her had failed this time.

"It is."

Looking at the blonde, this was all the grey-clad student said about who she was. Tilting her head just slightly, in appreciation of Zara's observations, she chose the better part of the conversation to continue.

"I'm not planning to fade away like a wilting flower, like I might once have done. And yes, actually, I am looking for a souvenir. And maybe some new clothes. Do you have any suggestions on where I can start?"

If Zara were to read Iandre, she would find only truth in her words and serenity in her actions. She was an open book, and she hadn't changed since she was a Jedi.

 

[Caelus Vire // NIHIL]

On que it seemed another member of the Chancellorate did not want Caelus to take up the time of Diarch Reign and came forward. Un-beknown'st to them that fighting over favor was deemed ill to the Diarch's - and they would see this interaction.

"Chancellor Vire," a voice offered from his periphery. It was light, practiced, conversational. "Your region's reconstruction schedule is the envy of the Run."

Caelus turned with that same perfect smile - a gesture that touched his lips but never his pan dead eyes. "Efficiency is the sincerest form of flattery, Councilor. I intend to show the new worlds how beautiful the Diarchy can be."

Despite being in conversation it was his duty to gaze around at the expressions painted across the attending elite. Standing with a chalice of iced white wine that was sipped on occasionaly. Its presence in his hand was calculated. Opting to drink slowly when observing. It gave him excuse to say less, to simply nod, to watch.

Across from him, the Naboo delegation gathered. The fashion of their cultural diplomats giving hints as to how they operated, even the subtle coded jewelry worn was being deciphered by Diarchy analysts in case they were hidden tech.

Already, his neural implant was cataloging patterns; who deferred to whom, which Naboo agents paid attention during military simulations, which lingered longer near the Diarchal navy displays. Every movement here was data. And data, as always, was survival.

A ping came over his line.

Operator: "You are garnering notice. Attempt to make your way around and continue socializing. There is one woman on the upper tier who is side eyeing you. Proceed with mixed curiosity."

Doing the best to his ability Caelus did not look up. He simply continued to feed the talk to the other members of the Chancellorate near him. Offering them smiles and pats on the shoulder as he departed from the group. Using the excuse to get a better look at Diarch Rellik perform in the commander event to slowly make his way to the upper tier of the barge.

Jara Voss :OPEN

 

[Bastien Sal-Soren]

The reaction was sharper than he expected. The flash of anger, the challenge behind her voice. Bastien didn’t flinch. If anything, he looked... regretful.

“I don’t know your family,” he said gently. “Or your expectations. But I know that feeling.” He gave a faint shrug, like he was peeling off the outer layer of himself for a moment.

“For me, it wasn’t a single moment. It was more like erosion. Little things. Expectations I didn’t agree to. Paths laid out before I knew I had feet. People deciding what I represented before I even spoke.”

He took a breath, watching the crowd without really seeing it. “One day I realized—I was spending more time being what they needed than figuring out what I actually was.”

A soft ping from his coat pocket interrupted the moment. He didn’t hide his reaction. Bastien drew the sleek comm from inside his coat and flicked his eyes across the message. His jaw tightened—not with alarm, but with irritation. He flicked Roxsie an apologetic glance in the moment of silence.

Then he chuckled—dry, unimpressed. “It seems I’ve been reminded that you’re not the kind of company I’m supposed to be keeping.”

He slipped the device away again, slow and deliberate. His gaze returned to Roxsie with something bordering on defiance. “Which is funny, because you’re the first person I’ve talked to tonight that I actually wanted to.” He left it at that. No apology. No retreat. Just the quiet decision to stay exactly where he was.

Roxsie​

 

[Dominic Praxon]

Dominic gave Rocho a final glance, appreciative and thoughtful. “Until then, I’ll keep walking the long way 'round. I suspect that’s how I was meant to learn things.”

He gave a small bow—not formal, but respectful—and turned from the viewport, weaving back through the slow drift of nobility and steel.

The Senator of Naboo stood not far off. Eyes like polished amber, thoughts likely still wrapped in the finer points of diplomacy... and the messaged request she'd sent. Dominic approached her lightly, not lingering too close to interrupt her conversation, but just enough to be heard. His voice, as ever, carried that poised blend of wit and invitation.

“Senator Riyaré.” His head inclined slightly, words smoothed by charm. “I received your message.”

From the inside pocket of his jacket, he produced the slim comm device. One finger tapped the screen, offering the open display toward her.

“If you're in the mood for espionage,” he quipped, “you’re welcome to scan my calendar. Choose any opening that suits your rhythm. There’s much to discuss—but, frankly, I suspect you already know half of it.”

He held her gaze just long enough for the meaning to land, and then let it go. “Until then, Senator. I look forward to being suitably interrogated.”

With a subtle smile that walked the line between mischief and diplomacy, he turned and disappeared once more into the tide of spectators and statesmen, his silhouette slipping into the crowd with the practiced ease of someone who had made a life out of exits.

Rocho Annis Riyaré​

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Bastion - Objective 1
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Arwr Da
Tag: Jairdain

Lily recognised the Iridonian stances, the Zabrak style of fighting. She had spent years before the Jedi Order, studying other fighting styles, even learning how they worked and how a warrior could combat them. It was knowledge and understanding the ways that others fought that gave Echani the ability to predict and assess their opponents so well. It demonstrated that Jairdain was going to have some skill behind her combat abilities. People from Iridonia did not hold back and they were impressive warriors, Lily held them with great respect as she did most warrior cultures.

Feeling the hand grab her ankle, Lily grinned, she knew that there was a possibility of the woman using speed to try and grab her leg. It was an obvious move that many had attempted. Lily countered this by kicking up with her other leg and launching a strike with it to Jairdain's head. If Jairdain wanted to lower her defences by grabbing one of Lily's limbs then Lily would make sure that she remind the other woman the consequences of such actions.

Especially since she had dealt with several others doing similar things.

Holding her hands up in a defensive boxing stance, Lily was curious to see how Jairdain would respond to her counter attack.

 

[Lady Nightmare]

Tag: Persephone Dashiell

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She was growing fond of this new friend. Not many people talked as frankly as Persie did and Nightmare found it very refreshing. At the mention of boys however, the young woman's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh trust me, if any boys, even men I would assume, were to come around.. one meeting with my father and they'd turn tail immediately. He might very well be one of the scariest people in the galaxy.. until you get to know him"

She smiled a little to herself then. Everyone saw the battlefield commander and warrior. The head of state who gave the impassioned speeches about war and peace. Even Nightmare and her sister Shadow were on the receiving end of the teacher.. but they also got to see the man who stopped to pick flowers for their mother. Who laughed so hard he snorted when Shadow tripped over the hem of her cape. Or who read them bed time stories when they were young, doing all the silly voices.

"The Myrmidons definitely do discourage a lot of friendship. That's for sure. But most of them are big softies inside that armor. At least when off the battlefield."

Dashiell, that's what she had said? A well known name, and one her father had even had meetings with. How interesting. Yet not as scary as she had thought. Some Jedi there if she remembered correctly... That may put a damper on things. But, time she repaid kind with kind she supposed.

"The name is familiar to me, and you aren't kidding about high expectations. I believe my father has met with members of your family before. Speaking of.. you shared so I guess I will too. See the big guy in the black and gold uniform with the cape over there? That's my dad. Reign.. The Diarch"

She pointed over to where her father could be seen engaging with some diplomats, laughing and seeming like the gracious host.

 

[Roxsie]

Objective: BYOO. Just a social event.
Direct tags Bastien Sal-Soren

She looked at him with a barely confined spike of anger, though it did fade some as he continued. And, so far, the prompted question seemed to have nothing to do with trying to get something over on her. His experience felt different from hers, at least somewhat. She was never told outright much, aside from perhaps the potential she must have with family she did. She had taken that much to heart, even if she hadn't felt she was living up to it. Even now.

Yet she could feel the similarity to it. Maybe the methods were different, but she felt the result seemed the same. She tried to stifle that feeling away. Shove it back. That was not right. She just wasn't there yet. But she could be. She just had to work for it. And she had in the end, chosen things herself. Her mother walked around like a minor armory, even when she appeared to dress up she wore the kind of silk that stopped blasters, her father, an ache hit her at the memory of his loss, he was a leader, he seemed to gain allies so fast, and her sister was all about taking things casual, and all about music and precision in the cases that she did fight.

Roxsie didn't go for any of that. She didn't even use a lightsaber like any of them. nor did she wear any special armor. Nor anything unique at all. Because it was all about the skill to her. She thought all of this while she listened to him. Yes, different instruments, but similar tunes. "You've got a weird eye for people..." was all she commented at first, trying to tone down the hostility somewhat but unwilling to acknowledge the truth out loud.

Then he got a call, and she actually felt disappointed, apparently he was being summoned away. Her brows raised however, as apparently, that was not going to be this instant. "Well you know what, since you're here, may as well share." she said, her voice was not soft, but at least it wasn't so aggressive anymore, "Maybe I still can be what may be expected, but it doesn't matter. I am who I am and that's a fighter. Whether for myself, or for hire, or now for the Diarchy. I do it my way, I have my own style. My family never demanded anything of me, not power, not peace. But this is what I've chosen either way."

She grinned a little behind the mask, "At the very least though, you can tell them the company you're keeping now used to have family who ran a planet and were in high military positions, so I've at least seen the noble types before But if you told them that, you'd also end up having to tell them they once used to be sith, and that part may not go over so well." it wasn't necessarily to intimidate, if it did. That would be funny. If it didn't, maybe he'd have something to say anyway. Either to her or someone else. It probably wouldn't get her in trouble with the diarchy. She was only speaking the truth afterall.

Phrik sword
Rebreather that is styled like a golden lower skill.

 

[Jairdain]

Objective: 1
Opponent: Lily Decoria

Lily seemed as slippery as a fish. While Jairdain's grip had been successful, the strike she had aimed at the other woman's leg had failed. Sensing the shift in Lily's balance, she abruptly let go of her hold and leaned away from the incoming kick. There was the chance the other Jedi would simply fall, but she doubted that. Lily was a lifelong trained fighter and carried her confidence in her moves. Even being blind, Jairdain could feel this.

Feeling the brush of the wind from the kick, she tilted her head in Lily's direction. Noticing she was defensive, she thought she should use that to her advantage. She placed one foot in front of the other and drew a line in the sand. Hoping it might slightly distract Lily, she moved forward with a fast jab at her shoulder.

 

[Kivah]

Objective 1: Duel
Tags: Cerys Dyn
Equipment: Udyr Biosuit, Sabers.

There was a solid impact of the saber and the cry of pain as Kivah whipped her saber around, pulling it around for another attack behind Cerys' guard when she suddenly realized what'd happened. She'd won! The Togruta was even down on the ground! Which was weird, they had the blades down to a regulation shock that really didn't hurt too much and they both had armor on? Kivah tapped the body of one dim blade to her forearm. Pap! Yup, stung like heck and her arm was slightly numb. Kivah's eyes narrowed as she watched the Jedi shoot back up to start screeching out complaints.

But the fight was over and she didn't need to defend herself from the upset girl, so Kivah deactivated her lightsabers and returned them to her own belt before striding over to where Cerys was trying to demand a foul. "Lies! Deception! All she did was turn her lightsaber off," She mimicked in a rushed, high-pitched tone. "Teacher, she did the thing that anyone could do, but I didn't do it, so it's unfair!" She continued in the same mocking tone, thoroughly enjoying this laugh. "I used the Force to push and pull her around, but this is too much!"

She did laugh then, a short mocking bark, hands on her hips as she leaned down to put her smiling face to Cerys'. "Face it, you were outmatched from the start and failed to ever put up a real offense." Kivah bluntly told her in her normal husky drawl. "You can cry about it now if you want, just remember that this is how you represent Naboo on the galactic stage. Like a whinging kit." Oh feth, this was great, she could bully this girl all week and not get tired of it! Heck, she didn't even need to worry about taking it too far. She was the enemy.

Victory had come with a rush of adrenalin, reminding her of her old cage fighting days. Kivah felt ready to go another dozen rounds right then without worry. And she didn't give a chit if someone saw her using a so-called 'secret technique' doing it like Rocho was thinking about. Nor did she have any grand plan today beyond proving herself capable. Which she had. Trakata was a tool, one she'd used while defending against its shortcomings, she had plenty real secrets left in reserve.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Rellik stood resolute at the alter as he awaited Kroeger and than Imperius Indomitus as they cast their vote. Both had placed their token for -

• Live Tactical Wargames – Strategic command in adaptive battlefield simulations

So be it He thought to himself.

He would not allow his own pride or the air of Diarchy pride resonating through the arena to bring any doubt upon the Storm Detachment.

Announcer: "The vote has been casted. Live Tactical Wargames!"

The crowd roared at the announcement and the arena moved in sync with the vote. A large four screened projection came down from the sky. It had been staged beforehand by the Diarchy navy for the event. A large ball with advanced holo tech that would show the whole event in full. As the ball came down - Lilaste order troop transport ships arrived at the coliseum picking up the members of all three Commander participants.

Rellik watched as both Kroeger and Imperius led their men in formation and chant. Moving to the ships and organizing professionally. The Diarch did the same. Moving to the Storm Detachment. As he stood at the signifiers side he felt proud of his apprentice Kallous - due to the fact that all the men under him were performing all rights and respects in perfect fashion.

They will be as ready for an adaptive battlefield as they will be for changing tactics. We can do this

Again he let these thoughts linger in his own mind instead of speaking them aloud. Instead he pat his Signifier on the shoulder - at the moment he did the man let out a whistle and the whole detachment began to move in tandem. There was no code or creed needed.

Once at the designated landing area where both Kroeger and Imperius's forces were set; he watched as the uniformed persession of forces boarded without hesitation. They knew their role, were secure in their purpose, and held no fear.

There was a short ride to a large abandoned industrial area. - The Lilaste order under Laphisto were hardened war veterans by all rights. The separate groups had been organized professionally. Leaving each commander and troop in a large open area - the area had all materials needed, basic galaxy ammunition, build, and communicators.

Now that all three organizations were on war grounds the announcer spoke up again over a loud speaker that shook the sky like thunder.

Announcer: "Welcome to the battleground Commanders. Here is your challenge. Before you is a shielded droid base. At the ring of the bell, you will have 12 hours to kill the droid commander. Before you is ammunition, materials to build anything from a secure FOB, Fire shelters, advancing trench line timber, improvised explosives and more. This is a two fold commander event. The first task - lower the shield protecting the commander. This will give you a bonus with the judges. The second - Kill the enemy droid commander. - Advisory: All droids are on a shared intelligence network aboard a Diarchy Naval vessel - they can not be subdued outright. Once completed - a shared score throughout the event will be given to determine your efforts. - Be advised, you will be under armored without air support - under overwhelming odds and ever challenged through fire. All weaponry will be painted, showing who has been hit and where."

There was a pause in the announcers message.

"Commanders, create your strategic command center, advance upon superior fire power of the enemy, invade the base and kill the enemy commander. - Outright combat against other commanders is prohibited but sabotage is not. Be creative, be intuitive, and be adaptable to the surroundings before you. - Those who kill the commander are not guaranteed to win, it is those who perform at the best. At the sounding of the bell - BEGIN."

Rellik felt confident, he heard the bell of the challenge and began. Moving his men to create a Forward Observation Base and gathered the leaders of the storm detachment. Ready to organize and lead these men to bring glory to the Diarchy!

Kroeger Imperius Indomitus

 

[Jara Voss]

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Jara Voss // Codename: Sunfire
Location: Upper Tier Lounge, Ravalin Colosseum – Bastion Games

There's a moment in the dance of intel work that feels like a slow draw on a stringed bow - tight, silent, and humming with anticipation. Jara Voss could feel that tension now, coiled around her like the silk sash cinched at her waist. Something was pulling at the thread she'd only just begun to tug.

From behind her sunshades, she watched him ascend the stairs with a diplomat's grace and a predator's patience. Well, well, well. The ghost had noticed the observer.

Good.

She pivoted slightly, leaning her elbow against the side of a chilled refreshment pillar - some designer nonsense shaped like a hollowed asteroid, leaking fog and stocked with bottles that cost more than most of her exes were worth. Her posture was relaxed, flirtatious even, but her mind was moving at lightspeed.

She approached without fanfare. No flare. No overcompensation.

She lifted her shades just slightly, enough to make the contact personal. Deliberate. The smile she offered was one part intrigue, one part trouble. "You walk like a man who's either late to a wedding or early to a war," she said, voice soft and melodic, Naboo-accented and impossibly casual. "Which is it?"

She didn't wait for him to answer. That would be far too generous.

"I'm Lena." A lie, naturally. But a beautiful one, delivered with the kind of confidence that could pass any retinal scan. "You've got the look of someone who's pretending not to be noticed. I thought I'd do you the courtesy of noticing anyway."

Her eyes flicked across him, deliberately slow, like a scan with just enough heat to make most men shift in their shoes. But this one? He was still as stone.

Interesting.

Behind her shades, her internal HUD was already pulsing. The biometric profile she'd tagged earlier was aligning with every breath, every blink, every calculated stillness. He was acting in a room full of actors - and doing it better than most.

And yet… she could feel it. Not the mask. The pressure beneath it. Like a dam reinforced by duct tape and perfectly recited protocol.

"Tell me," she continued, playing with the stem of her glass, "is it part of your job description to be so intensely… composed?" She tilted her head, one white eyebrow arching with delightful mockery. "Or are you just allergic to fun?"

She leaned in, just enough to shorten the distance but not invade it.

"I have a theory," she whispered. "And I'm dying to see if I'm right."

Tags: Caelus Vire // NIHIL​

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[Zara Saga]

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Zara's smirk curved further, blooming into the kind of smile that could be mistaken for kindness if you didn't know better.

"Well," she purred, stepping slightly to the side to walk beside Iandre, "at least you've left the tragic monastic rags behind. I was worried I'd have to burn them off you myself and pretend it was some kind of purification rite."

Her tone was warm, almost companionable, but with a razor tucked into the velvet.

She gave Iandre another sidelong glance, this one slower. She didn't feel threatened. Which was… novel. People rarely stood this close to Zara without shrinking or sweating. Or both. Iandre did neither. She was either brave, oblivious, or some curious blend of the two - like a child walking straight toward a sleeping nexu because it looked soft.

"And you're lucky," Zara continued, voice lighter now, her stride smooth and sinuous as they weaved past a crowd of excitable off-worlders trying to buy counterfeit Bastion Games pennants. "As it turns out, I happen to know exactly where to find both overpriced trinkets and clothing that doesn't make you look like an escaped Lilaste student with poor impulse control."

She glanced upward at a glowing sign shaped like a stylized comet: "ARCANA BAZAAR - Styles of the Stars!"

Zara gestured lazily toward it, like a queen pointing out a battlefield she once conquered with flawless fashion choices.

"They sell boots that could kill a man, earrings that double as data decryptors, and a particularly charming coat that looks better on the floor than it does on the hanger."

She let that hang in the air for a moment before adding with a casual shrug, "Not that I'd know. I've never bought a coat for someone else and then told them it was a reward for 'not being entirely disappointing.'"

Zara glanced back at Iandre again, this time with the faintest trace of mischief glittering in her eyes.

"Shall we play dress-up, or are you going to wander into a weapons pavilion and come out wearing a vibroblade as a hat?"

Iandre Athlea​

 

[Imperius Indomitus]

W A R M A S T E R
LORD INDOMITUS
Through war, we bring order.
Through strength, we bring unity.

The Iron March
Order. Strength. Discipline.

Ashin Cardé Varanin

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NAVAL COMBAT - MULTI THEATER RESPONSE DRILL
Ashin Cardé Varanin

Strike Force Aurelian

Ship Class​	Name​	Status​	Orders, Location​
Harrower-class Dreadnought (820m)	Valor [Flagship]​	[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​	Moving to Timbra Ott.
Harrower-class Dreadnought (820m)	Retribution​	[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​	Moving to Timbra Ott.
Terminus-class Destroyer (520m)	Ascendant Spear​	[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​	Garrison at Shintel.
Terminus-class Destroyer (520m)	Sword of Bastion​	[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​	Moving to Dolstan.
Terminus-class Destroyer (520m)	Rurik's Shield​	[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​	Moving to Timbra Ott.
Terminus-class Destroyer (520m)	Indomitable​	[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​	Moving to Timbra Ott.
Virilus-class Heavy Frigate (500m)	Iron Baron​	[ 100 / 100 / 90 ]​	Moving to Dolstan.
Xesh-class Fleet Tender, Elex (350m)	X-0613​	[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​	Moving to Timbra Ott.
Rapax-class Corvette (200m)	Centurion​	[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​	Moving to Timbra Ott.
Rapax-class Corvette (200m)	Pride of Orpheus​	[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​	Moving to Timbra Ott.
Speculatores Recon Drones		[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​	1x in Gandle Ott, Shintel, Pembric, Tanquila Beach, Galtea, Sibiris each Moving into the Pimbrellian League and Timbra Ott.

PHASE III

Shintel had once been an Imperial base and Imperius designated it once more as such. Leaving behind a substantial garrison and one of his Destroyers, the Ascendant Spear, it would serve not only as last line of defence, but also a supply hub and check point of every force coming in and out of the outer sector. The rest of the main fleet now had to choose where to go. The jumps would be longer, reinforcements more difficult. The Warmaster decided for a combined approach.

After advancing to Pembric III, his forces would split up. The main force, now minus the Spear and also minus the Sword of Bastion, would head straight to straight to Galtea and then Timbra Ott, while the Iron Baron and Sword would go Sebiris and then enter the Pimbrellian League to gain their support either through diplomacy or force.

The drones would continue to spearhead the advance, to scout and report any findings as they far more swiftly rushed ahead, now always one remaining in a system visited.

PHASE I |
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[Iandre Athlea]

Objective 3
Spectator and shopping
Enemies: Nobody
Allies: Everyone
Interacting with Zara Saga

Pulling her cloak together just slightly, Iandre didn't overly react to the veiled threat from Zara. Keeping her gaze forward to see where they were going, she chose not to rise to the bated hooks the other woman was dangling for her to bite. The internal observation from Zara was pretty close to the mark. Iandre was brave, but she wasn't entirely oblivious. It was a conscious choice of Iandre's not to be intimidated by her. She could certainly tell there was danger there.

"That is wonderful news."

Keeping her tone light to match that of Zara, she looked at the sign that was gestured at. Having once bumped elbows with senators and nobles, Iandre did have some old-time fashion sense.

"I am curious, how can boots kill a man? Isn't it the person wearing them who can? Let's play some dress-up. It sounds fun and a change of pace for both of us."

She closed her mouth and didn't quite know how to respond to the vibroblade comment.

 

[Rocho]

BYOO: Observe and Interact
Direct tags: Laphisto
His meeting with Dominic had gone well enough. So, what now, he watched the games for a moment longer as they progressed. And searched the groups, before recognizing another presence he remembered somewhat. He never truly got to work with the man much, but he was familiar with him. Laphisto of the Lilaste Order. His prodding in the force had certainly not gone unnoticed by Rocho, who's efforts were typically more passive, though when seeking more details he'd do the same. Rocho's own allignment was perhaps not quite the norm, certainly not for someone of trandoshan heritage. It would be wrong to call it lightsided, but it wasn't truly turned dark either. He fueled his power through determination and focus, and hunters instinct, emotions like rage or pain were only called upon at the necessary times. However it was a presence tainted by decades of killing, and more recently by his own death and another sith placing his spirit in this new body. If Laphisto's sense was strong enough to recognize even the kind of soul a persons presence should belong to, this inconsistency between the human form, and the reptilian spirit, may be recognized.

Rocho made his way to the man, nodding his head in greeting, "High Commander, I am unsure if we have formally met or not. I am Centurio Rocho Krul of the Diarchy, supposed to be a speaker for the Brotherhood. I have had limited experience with you personally, though you did make your presence rather obvious and I am aware of your order, and that you and the Diarchy have worked together quite a few times."



Outfit
The Beast (inactive, held like a cane)
t-7-vibro-brace (left arm.)
g-11-shield-gauntlet (right arm)

 

[Zara Saga]

Zara gave a single, amused breath through her nose - the kind of soft, incredulous sound reserved for unexpected remarks from creatures that weren't supposed to be clever.

"Oh, don't start with semantics," she said, looping an arm - lightly, dangerously - through Iandre's. "Of course it's the person wearing the boots that does the killing. But when you're wearing thigh-high crushweave and durasteel stilettos with kinetic channeling, the boot does most of the work. It's called fashion-assisted homicide. Very in right now."

With that, she steered them both forward, her steps just short of theatrical. They passed through the outer ring of vendor stall - dodging some poor soul hawking glitter-splattered war memorabilia - and swept into the cooler, marble-floored interior of the Arcana Bazaar like wind through a curtain.

Inside, it was all soft lighting, curated ambiance, and the faint scent of something outrageously expensive - probably perfume made from the oils of endangered moonlotus petals or some other tragic flora.

Zara let go of Iandre's arm with a flourish as if presenting her to the boutique itself.

"Welcome to temptation," she said, her voice warm with faux solemnity. "Try not to pick anything that looks like it came from the Jedi Lost-and-Found."

A silken attendant, eyes like data screens, approached immediately - then stopped short when he saw Zara. His carefully rehearsed greeting died on his lips.

Zara turned just slightly, not even looking at him. "I'm with someone. She's new. Let her try whatever she wants. If she breaks anything…" Zara's head tilted back toward Iandre with a sly grin, "...I'll buy two."

She walked deeper into the boutique, running one hand along a display of structured cloaks lined with low-light reactive fibers, clearly waiting to see what Iandre would gravitate toward first.

"You have ten minutes before I start judging your taste," she called over her shoulder. "Choose wisely. I don't give second chances, just quiet disappointment."

Iandre Athlea​

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto stood at the edge of the gallery, leaning slightly over the railing as his eyes followed the duels unfolding below. The clash of blades and bursts of controlled power held his attention until he felt a distinct ripple in the Force.

His lone ear flicked slightly as he turned his head, eyes narrowing in quiet curiosity. He could sense the presence approaching before he fully saw them Rocho The aura was… complex. Not overtly dark, yet shadowed. A hunter's focus, a lifetime of violence, and something deeper displaced. The Force tugged at the inconsistency, and Laphisto let his sight slip fully into its unnatural clarity, peering through the veil around the soul.

He didn't look directly at Rocho at first his eyes danced around him, taking in not the man, but the shape of what lay beneath. The soul didn't quite match the body. Something old. Something cold. When the strain of prolonged focus bit behind his eyes, Laphisto winced and pinched the bridge of his nose, blinking away the lingering light. With a dry chuckle, he straightened, the tension slipping away as he extended a scaled hand in greeting, voice calm and cordial. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Can't say I've heard your name before, I'll admit I don't get out as much as I probably should." He gave a small smile as he offered the handshake, then drew his arms across his chest in a relaxed posture.

 

[Ashin Cardé Varanin]

Naval>Commander>Multi-Theater Response Drill – Manage simultaneous engagements across star sectors
Location: Simulator — 'Kathol Sector'
Representing: Sith Order
Engaging: Imperius Indomitus


'Located' over Dayark with the bulk of her forces, with a cowed but risky Kathol Republic beside her and some excellent fallback positions behind, Ashin focused on Timbra Ott and the Pimbrellan League. She had only scout assets out there, one corvette each with a few fighters, dandelion-seeding the systems with probes as they'd seeded the routes there.

Eventually they detected the first whisper of the enemy: a starfighter-scale recon drone over Timbra Ott, not especially stealthy but blisteringly quick, at least a generation beyond her probes in capability. With no hyperspace transits on the scans, it had probably arrived there first and marked her few ships' deployment.

Once she knew what to look for, her similar forces caught traces of a similar probe in the Pimbrellan. There might be more than one apiece. At a guess, her enemy was playing a game similar to hers: moving carefully from the start position so to leave nothing at his back and to create fallback points.

To contest Timbra Ott and the Pimbrellan was the question. The H9 corvettes and S-3 scout fighters she'd committed there had few options, but they did have some. She opted to pull the Pimbrellan-assigned ships back to Timbra Ott, leaving SIARC probes to monitor traffic — local and enemy — and get in-depth scans of every ship possible. One possible benefit would be to make it appear that she was preparing to make a stand at Timbra Ott, which might entice the enemy to commit forces there and tell her more about what she faced. There was, of course, the chance that—

Time ran out. No fewer than seven capital ships hit Timbra Ott space while her Pimbrellan flotilla was still days away. That left her with one H9 and four scout fighters against what might be the bulk of the enemy forces.

She pulled the Timbra Ott ships back as if to flee toward the Pimbrellan League, fountaining SIARC probes but also the INCIS models, capable of extremely high-detail short-range scans. The goal was to get as good a picture as possible of those seven ships before her forces started dying in earnest.

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TASK FORCE CALYPHO — VANISHED FROM BOARD

• Shambhala-class Science Vessel
• Jinn-class Cruiser
• H9 Patrol Corvette designated H901

TASK FORCE VECTIVUS — DAYARK, KATHOL REPUBLIC

• Jamillia-class Cruiser (flagship)
• Spinnaker-class Light Carrier
• 6 x Handmaiden-class Escort Corvette
• Admonition-class Transport
• Avatar-class Cruiser

LONE ASSETS

• H9 Patrol Corvette designated H902 — Timbra Ott with scout fighters
• H9 Patrol Corvette designated H903 — between Pimbrellan League and Timbra Ott with scout fighters