The First (Open to the First Order)

[Aram Kalast]

The sounds of construction was thick in the air as it had been for months already.
The start of a great citadel had began to peak out of the mountainous surrounds of northern Eriadu, Starkiller it had been named, a fitting name for what it was to house or more specifically who.

Supreme Commander Aram Kalast stood at attention upon the floating observation barge as it continued it’s path around the area of metal and slowly rising walls. He viewed it all in silence much like the figure next to him was.
Supreme Leader Sieger Ren.
This was to be his castle, Aram knew that as much as any of them. Yes it was the operational core of what the First Order was, a spike in the sector that would eventually consume everything in it’s thirst for dominance but it was mostly a citadel of power for the man who had made all this possible.

“It has been delayed.” Sieger spoke simply towards another, smaller man next to him. The scent of fear thick in the air. “Again.”

“No my Lord.” A stammer flowed through his voice, the chief engineer of the Eriadu Engineering Corp tried to find excuse but failed. “It is…I need more men.”

“I gave you this opportunity and you disappoint.” Sieger spat in return. “I want your efforts doubled. If you fail at this I will not be as forgiving.”

“I uh—“ Another stammer, it was enough to make Aram want to shoot the man himself. “—Understand My Lord.” He was escorted away by two white clad stormtroopers with his head in his hands. He would be dead by the end of the week.

“Kalast.” Sieger turned his attention to his Supreme Commander even if his eyes remained on the slowly rising fortress he would call home. “You have sent word to our officers?”

“As you commanded Sir.” Aram replied knowing that another barge was incoming carrying the officers and other high ranking members of the First Order. “They shall be here momentarily.”

“Good.” Sieger smiled. “Good.”

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kyle felt that maybe, just maybe, he had found his calling at a soldier. Not with fragmented Sith forces where Imperials were stretched far and wide where needed, but with a dedicated Order – the First Order – that echoed the very same Order his armour was crafted from.

His time with the Aristocra of the Chiss house on Sarvchi had come to a temporary end and he wasted no time with leads he had made to arrive at the Starkiller Base on Eriadu. He had a name – Supreme Commander [member="Aram Kalast"] – and that was all.

As he had done with his first ever commander, Tmoxin, he carried the Stormtrooper helmet under his arm as he marched through the construction site of what looked like a grand fortress being erected. He passed by two suited Stormtroopers escorting a broken looking man away from two figures who were dressed in the attire that echoed nothing but a high rank. He let out a small breath and approached the two.

”Excuse me sirs. Kyle Amedis reporting for the First Order direct to Supreme Commander Kalast.”

He hoped one was the man he sought, and stood tall and confident before them awaiting what may, or may not be, the start of something promising.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

[member="Natasi Fortan"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Silas Fox"]
[member="Aram Kalast"]
[member="Kyle Amedis"]

General Vaas crossed his legs and stared, silently, out the window of the transport, watching as the snow-capped mountains passed him by. It was becoming a familiar sight, this place, just as Starkiller Base had become his home. He had spent the better part of the month organizing affairs, resources, and gathering forces, all in the name of a new movement that was at this point, still in its fledgling stages. Ludolf had never actually met Supreme Leader Sieger before. The man had only communicated with him through cryptic holo messages and comms, and it was one such message that had brought Vaas to Eriadu one day, shortly after his defection from the One Sith, with the promise of a high place in service to a new ideal. A great ideal.

That would change today, and he would meet Sieger Ren for the first time.

Sitting across from him on the transport was the striking Natasi Fortan. He had never imagined that he would defect from the One Sith with her, of all people, but there she sat. And she had been with him every step of the way. Now, together, they drove on towards the unknown, unsure of what the future would bring. Only one thing was for sure; the First Order was the last great hope for people like them.

Soon enough, Starkiller Base began to materialize through the window, appearing as a monolithic shadow that parted the curtains of snow and fog. Ludolf perked up. He was sure to meet the rest of the First Order's generals here today, too. One of them was Tmoxin Temi, a name he had known in his days at the One Sith.

"We're here."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi was dressed in a crisp gray suit, the only adornments to which were a crimson silk scarf that traced the neckline of her jacket and was pinned by a distinctive onyx brooch. Her hair, pulled back severely in an almost militaristic bun and held firmly in place by a pair of silver clips. She wore black gloves and had a simple black coat draped over her lap. It was not one of her nicer coats, lacking as it was in fur embellishments, but what it lacked in comfort it more than made up for in the fashionable way in which it made Natasi Fortan appear altogether badass. if she so said herself.

As the shuttle dipped low, Natasi stood and slid the cape-like coat over her frame. When the shuttle ramp lowered, Natasi was gratified by the icy air that greeted them. Soon her breath was hanging in the air before them as she made her way down the ramp with [member="Ludolf Vaas"]. All she could think was that she hoped this was worth the price they had paid to escape the One Sith. Her dark eyes scanned the area before she glanced sidelong at Vaas. "Well?"

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Perversion.

The use of the White Current by one tainted by the darkside was a distinct perversion of the current. So it had been called by one Luke Skywalker many ages ago. So it was that Silas felt the taint within him, yet still he drew on that deepest part of the Force. If Sith could do it, so could he, and he had actual training in its use, unlike many that sought to learn it through books and holocrons. Silas had been taught by the former Grandmaster of the Rogue Jedi Order, his former Master. He had gratefully retained that knowledge, and had used it to assist in the killing of his master, Kamon Vondiranach, several years ago at the rest of the man himself. An order was an order.

In turn Silas had seen his Master's darkness for what it was and what it wasn't. It was not the corruption that Kamon had feared it to be, nor was it necessarily the all encompassing power that Sith clung to dearly. What it was, in truth, was an avenue to Order. Where initially this was the course that the Empire had sought, they were corrupted from within by the very beings that led them. The Emperor didn't truly seek order, he sought conquest and dominion. While these were necessary, his goal was not true.

For Silas, the answer was obvious. The darkside of the Force was not to be feared because there was no darkside of the Force. There was simply one Force, and those that used it influenced the battle for peace in the galaxy. But there would always be those that sought to upset that balance, and that was why it was necessary to possess the ability to utterly destroy anyone that sought to fight against peace and order. The only way to peace was a strong hand. Bending knee to people in the name of freedom would ultimately lead to people making power grabs, and eventually the cycle would start anew, as it had over and over again in the past.

The First Order was beyond that. They would end all wars, crush all resistance, and instill a sense of order, peace, and prosperity upon the galaxy.

He had stood immobile for some time in the cold, shrouded in his cloak and mask, unaffected by the snow that whipped past him. The current ebbed and flowed around him, shielding him from all those who were not skilled in its use. He watched the goings on of Starkiller Base in fascination. If this was to be his new home then so be it. The Knights of Ren served an honorable purpose, even if their means and methods would be frowned upon by most of the galaxy. Most of the galaxy was not prepared to make the sacrifices necessary for peace.

Moving forth, he trudged through the snow and up to the barge that was making its way along. A simple, well timed jump and he landed lightly upon the barge, stepping forward and in front of both the Supreme Leader, and Supreme Commander [member="Aram Kalast"]. Only then did he let the guise of the current drop, making his presence known.

"Progress is slow because they believe that they have freedom here, but these workers must be made to know that freedom is bought and paid for with hard work and diligence. They lack the discipline necessary of serving the Order."

[member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Natasi Fortan"]

 

[Aram Kalast]

Sieger took each in with dark eyes, his face never once dropping the stiff lip of command as he did and behind him Aram allowed his own blue orbs to do the same.
Each was a member upon their own, faces within a faceless army about to spill out into the galaxy, yet each was a precious cog in both Sieger and Aram’s plans.

A nod was offered to Kyle by the Supreme Commander, yet the Supreme Leader clasped a hand on the shoulder of the man instead.
“It is men like this that make this all possible.” Sieger spoke with pride as Aram looked on. “These brave souls willing to make a difference.”
“Could not have put it better myself sir.” Aram mentally grimacing as he spoke. The Supreme Leader knew how to talk the wool over the eyes of the people. Already his order was willing to die for a man who had merely reached out and took the power
It was impressive.

The arrival of the shuttle brought the conversation to a close however and Sieger’s attention was turned to focus on something else other than his in construction fortress.
“Ah yes.” He smiled. “The defectors.”
Aram knew he was talking about those who had, like himself split from the core power of the One Sith. Sieger had said they were coming, his agents reaching the news before Aram’s own. It had cost two agents their lives already.
“Aram, meet General Vaas and Governor Natasi Fortan.” Two figures emerged from the shuttle and Aram took in what he could.

Vaas he was already aware of, his files accessed by Aram while he was Sector Fleet Commander for the Sith fifth Fleet. It had been Kalast’s own doing that had seen the Supreme Leader become aware of Ludolf Vaas and in turn aided in his eventual removal from the One Sith system.

Natasi however, rumour had it that Vaas had brought her over. That alone was worth commendation, at least in Aram’s eyes. Natasi was the beginning of something far greater, the start of a system. A system of control. She was important, Kalast knew that much.

Kalast was about to introduce himself when they were confronted by one of Sieger’s Ren. The order of knights that Sieger had initiated were an essential part of the First Order. As much as Aram hated the idea the small number had already shown how effective they could be in information gathering and recon within the system.

“There will be more.” Sieger responded to Kalast’s unspoken question. “For now however let us mingle with our hand chosen minds and decide how best to conquer this galaxy.” Sieger stepped towards Natasi and extended smiled beginning small talk that was quite unexpected of a Supreme Leader.

Aram however returned his eyes to the growing citadel behind him. It really was a new dawn, he just hoped their sun would shine brighter than the clouds wanting to consume them.

[member="Silas Ren"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Kyle Amedis"]

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Ludolf turned to Natasi. "Well? This is it, I suppose."

Truth be told, their life was already better here under the First Order than it had ever been during their tenure with the One Sith. That order was, as Ludolf had discovered and he imagined Natasi had as well, a Sith cult first and a government second, and the latter it did poorly.

The two strode out of the transport, Ludolf pulling his black officer's trenchcoat closer to his cheeks to protect from the cold. Supreme Leader Ren and Supreme Commander Aram Kalast were already waiting for them. When Ludolf approached the two, he bowed low.

"Supreme Commander, an honor to serve," He said to Kalast. Then, he gave a deferential bow to Sieger Ren. "Hail the Supreme Leader. I am yours to command, my Lord."

When he stood, he saw another black-clad mystic figure, [member="Silas Ren"], altogether very much like a Sith in appearance. These must be the fabled Knights that he had heard speak of, yet had not personally witnessed yet. The rumor was that the Supreme Leader himself had fashioned his own cult of Dark Force users called the Knights of Ren, and they were men strong with the Dark Side of the Force. It seemed that this was it - those standing on the balcony now were the elite, the brainchildren behind the new movement known as the First Order. It would all start and end with them, and their will would shape the galaxy, whether for good or for ill.

"If you'll permit, my Lord," Ludolf said in response to the Supreme Leader's statement, "My associate Natasi and I arrived here in search of an ideal. An ideal that was once championed by the Sith, but has been somehow lost. We seek to follow the old ways that the Sith once embodied. The ways of the Empire. Order and hieararchy. You should know that I've brought what forces I could, and although our army is small, it grows by the day."


[member="Aram Kalast"]
[member="Silas Ren"]
[member="Natasi Fortan"]

 

[Hans Vaiden]

Oh no - he wasn't fashionably late, or late at all.

A single Lambda-class shuttle trailed the little barge carrying the single transport barge, christening in white with a newly painted First Order logo embossed across its flanks. Inside it only held minimal lifeforms, mainly just Hans and the pilots of this little vessel. Next to our dear Commodore sat his ever-present companion and accomplice in all matters that he attended to, Sigmund. The rusty red droid cradled a heavy blaster rifle in his arms while the officer carried nothing more than a datapad.

He swiped away at it, furrowing his brow and tilting it from side to side.

Fruit Jedi sure was hard.

"Commentary: You missed one." Sigmund remarked.

Hans frowned. "Shut up. I know I did."

The droid grumbled something that sounded akin to a throaty chuckle just as the shuttle started to descend. The moment the vessel touched the ground, Hans and Sigmund were already up and moving to exit as the landing ramp came down. It was rather unceremonious - he didn't deserve anything like that just yet. Yet.

Cobalt eyes hurriedly scanned the area before they came to rest upon the group of upper crust individuals, just the kind of people he liked to surround himself with. Promptly, he pocketed the datapad and the pair strode quickly to greet the rest of his supposedly esteemed colleagues.

"Commodore Hans Vaiden, reporting as ordered." He didn't bow to the Supreme Lord, but offered him one of the crispest salutes he could muster. His posture was ramrod and carried himself with a poise that would make even Drill Sergeants joyfully weep. "I will skip the pleasantries, sir. You called for warfighters and winners, and I am here to win for you."

It could've been seen as a little rude but he didn't care. Back with the One Sith he had already backtalked two Hands and one Voice in a single minute. Sigmund liked to jokingly refer to him as the Middle Finger of the Dark Lord.

[member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Aram Kalast"], [member="Silas Ren"], [member="Natasi Fortan"], [member="Kyle Amedis"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kyle lowered his head as the hand of the Supreme Leader rested on his shoulder for a few moments. It was nothing more than a show; an act of one-time appreciation to those who gave their service to one who would reign above and beyond the little people, but it was well received regardless.

When the Leader and Commander moved away, Kyle exhaled and pulled on his trooper helmet, adjusting the position so the black visor rested over his eyes and the com was comfortable in line with his mouth. Turning to watch them move on and the arrival of a shuttle, he took a few paces behind, following, as if automatically clamping onto those he expected to follow, at least for now.

A number of new faces presented themselves, some looked very official, some looked battle hardened. One face however seemed familiar - that steel jaw, the look of a brutal slayer to the eyes- [member="Hans Vaiden"]. Kyle hadn't seen him for many months, and doubted he would be recognized.

With the massive construction going on behind them, Kyle stood still, watching and waiting, remembering his place, but looking around from behind his armour and feeling big things were in motion, and he was here at the start.

[member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Aram Kalast"] | [member="Silas Ren"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"]

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Ludolf turned to see the arrival of [member="Hans Vaiden"]. He had never met his compatriot personally, but he had served together with him at the One Sith. While Vaiden had been slugging it out against the One Sith's enemies in space, Vaas was down on the ground doing the same. Ludolf permitted himself a smile. This whole show was beginning to turn into a One Sith reunion - which he in fact didn't mind. The One Sith had lost a lot of talent to the First Order.

"Commodore Vaiden, a pleasure," Ludolf nodded to his comrade. "I trust we shall work well together. Here we will do what the One Sith cannot."

Taking notice of the Stormtrooper nearby, Ludolf approached the soldier. The Supreme Leader had already displayed his appreciation for the common soldiers of the First Order, which would no doubt boost morale. However, it would be General Vaas who would assume a more direct command of the soldiers here, and if he did not develop the same rapport with his men, he would surely be unfit for leadership.

"Stormtrooper," General Vaas addressed [member="Kyle Amedis"], "Remove your helmet, if you please. I should like to look upon the faces of my troopers when not in battle. What is your name and rank?"

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kyle watched those devoid of armour; those standing above troopers wearing their crisp military garb and decorated insignias. Kyle did have his own uniform when not in armour, but it was simply one to wear when the presence of the Stormtrooper wasn’t needed.

One such man came towards him, and he stood still and confident. When addressed, he didn’t move until commanded. With his E11 by his side, he could reach up and pull off the helmet once again, slightly lowering his head to help and held it finally in his hands.

”Kyle Amedis, sir.”

The first doubt that crossed his mind was the fact he had no rank – he hadn’t since aligning himself with Commander Temi. Passed from secret cells to secret cells, he had never been part of a fighting force like that. Best thing was to name-drop.

”No rank as yet – previously assigned under Commander [member="Tmoxin Temi"] months ago at the Imperial Morpho Center and after that a covert operation with Aristocra Fantana of the Chiss Ascendancy.”

Eyes forward, tone confident at all times.

[member="Ludolf Vaas"]

 

[Malus]

| [member="Ludolf Vaas"] |

Malus had been waiting for this, since the New Order had fallen on the Outer Rim Territories several years ago. With nothing left to command, the Chiss officer had returned to Csilla, waiting for the Empire to return. He had contemplated entering service to the One Sith, but had thought otherwise. That wasn't true Imperialism. It was not an Empire, worthy of him.

Now, after all this time, he found himself disembarking a transport and emerging from it's confines into Base Starkiller. Lifting his crimson eyes, to look past the rain that assaulted him and his tunic, Malus took a moment to watch the citadel that was being constructed.

Brushing the water out of his face, the officer made his way towards the check in point. He signed his name, were he was being conscripted from and his previous titles. He had been an Admiral in the New Order's navy. He intended to resume his position, under the new Imperium.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin had been out of the military game for quite some time. Her business interests in the Mara Corridor kept her too busy to engage in warfare, except for the occasional assignment to quell any rebellions in Techno Union Space. But recently a couple of familiar names had come up on her radar. She still had informants throughout the galaxy from her time as a Commander in the One Sith Military, and they spoonfed her intelligence if the price was right. However, this specific information was a welcome surprise to the Hapan executive. And intriguing enough that she made her way from her penthouse on Lok to nearby Eriadu to find out if the rumors were true. Soon enough The Sovereign Stingray dropped out of the atmosphere and sailed towards her destination.

She did the honors herself:

"Starkiller Base, this is Commander Tmoxin Temi. Requesting permission to land." She relayed her ship tags and her coordinates so she wasn't unintentionally shot out of the sky. As she grew closer, she spied a construction site from her viewscreen. The building wasn't finished yet, but she could tell that when it was completed it would be a majestic garrison.

Tmoxin landed her ship in a hangar reserved for guests. She wasn't in a military vessel now, but she had once worn the grey-green uniform as the rest of them as well as the gleaming white armor. Today she wore a black blazer that looked vaguely uniformish with its sharp, structured shoulders and matching pencil-straight, knee length skirt. After climbing down the ramp, she was met by a couple of stormtroopers who escorted her to the building site.

With no hestitancy whatsoever she walked up to [member="Kyle Amedis"] and [member="Ludolf Vaas"]. Smiling, she said: "Soldier Amedis, you'll probably be amused to know that the Morpho Imperial Garrison is now a sports complex. But at least I can use the swoop bike track for what it was meant for versus war games."

She wasn't sure who Ludolf Vaas was, but based on his insignia, she gave him a crisp salute. "Tmoxin Temi, reporting in."

[member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Silas Ren"] [member="Malus"]

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

He listened and kept quiet. The others were busy chatting and making introductions, but Silas didn't really need to make introductions. The only one he really answered to was the Supreme Leader, and the others were going to be busy pining for his interest. Silas didn't care about that. All he wanted to do was continue his work and the Order provided the best avenue for that, albeit a slightly racist one, but he was no stranger to racism or sexism, being a Hapan himself.

Speaking of which, another one of them appeared, this time a woman. He stared at her from behind his mask, trying to see if he recognized her, but he didn't. Still, he knew she was going to be trouble for him in the long run, because all Hapan were trouble for Hapan men. That's why he'd left in the first place.

Turning his gaze away, he focused back on the Supreme Leader and all of the others that had gathered here. Was it enough? He didn't know. He didn't know what would be enough to make them effective at doing what it was they meant to do. It could take hundreds of millions of them in order to make anything good come of this, or a small number could suffice. It was hard to say given how much automation was available for everything. Silas had his own motives and methods, but those didn't matter at the moment. He remained silent.

[member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Malus"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Surveying the man before him, Ludolf's gaze dropped to the E-11 blaster rifle wielded by [member="Kyle Amedis"]. The weapon, just like his uniform, appeared delicately maintained to the strictest standards. General Vaas liked that.

His attention was momentarily drawn away as [member="Tmoxin Temi"] approached. Vaas had never met her personally before, but he had read her dossier, and thus recognized her instantly when she approached. She was a former asset to the One Sith that the First Order had been trying to get their hands on. It appeared as though their efforts had worked as Temi presented herself in her dark business-like suit and skirt, which from afar could pass for one of the black uniforms of the First Order.

"I've read much about you, Ms. Temi," Ludolf addressed her with a nod. "I'm General Ludolf Vaas, formerly of the One Sith. Shame that we never met, though we once served the same masters for quite some time. It seems that we've truly deprived the One Sith of their best commanders," He smiled.

Then, with a gesture to Amedis, "This soldier here claims to have served under you. I'm looking for men to lead my personal retinue of Stormtroopers. What can you say about his performance?"

Meanwhile, as [member="Malus"] passed the military checkpoints and approached, General Vaas would address him also. However, it would be [member="Aram Kalast"] who would be most delighted to have the Chiss serving aboard his fleets.

 

[Malus]

[member="Ludolf Vaas"]

Signing his name into the check point, the Admiral stood up to his feet, surveying the base once more beneath the shelter of the checkpoints roof. As the water filtered through, creating puddles at his pristine boots, Malus averted his gaze away from the giant, unfinished citadel to the summons that had been sent to him.

After attaining an umbrella, Malus stepped out beneath it's shelter, towards the General and the retinue that surrounded him. With one hand holding the umbrella's handle, the Chiss lifted his hand up to salute him. "General Vaas, I am Malus, former captain of the Obscurity and Admiral of the New Order. It is good to finally meet the man who used to send me so much intelligence, back in those days in the unknown regions."

"I am here to pledge my allegiance to the First Order. I was conscripted from Csilla herself. I am ready for deployment, at your convenience."

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Turning to meet the new voice, General Vaas was surprised to see that it belonged to a Chiss. He was perhaps the only non-human sentient amidst the confederacy here, but if the Imperials could be said to be friendly with any non-human race, it would be the Chiss. Imperial-Chiss cooperation had a history that spanned hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years, if one counted the Chiss Ascendancy's cooperation with the old Sith Empire in a long forgotten age. Thus Ludolf and the FIrst Order would be no different. He would welcome the blue-skinned people as his forebears had.

He smiled. This man, [member="Malus"], had brought up an unexpected specter from Ludolf's past. The old New Order, which seemed like another lifetime ago, where Ludolf had performed the duties he had originally been bred for - Agent work.

"It seems our paths go back much further than simply this day, Malus," Vaas addressed him, "If you remember the New Order. Any former member of the New Order is a friend of mine."
He turned to the rest of the group, and motioned to the Chiss. "My friends, this man has been faithful to the Imperial cause for many years, even when it was not faithful to him. He should be welcomed as one of us."

[member="Silas Ren"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Aram Kalast"]

 

[Malus]

| [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Silas Ren"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Hans Vaiden"] | [member="Kyle Amedis"] | [member="Aram Kalast"] |

Lowering his arm back to his side, Malus straightened himself up and turned his crimson eyes to survey the other Imperials that had gathered around the Supreme Leader. He had not heard of Aram Kalast before, which was to be expected, considering he had taken to an early retirement on Csilla. The very brief intentions for the Chiss to once more become the Chiss Ascendancy had been just that: brief.

His time on Csaplar had been enjoyable, but whilst he was still able, the Chiss Admiral aspired to fulfill the boots of the likes of Thrawn. Although Malus wouldn't consider himself an egotist- there was enough Sith Lords in the galaxy to do that for him- he had aspirations to have a career that was associated with his kind. The galaxy would remember how strong a Chiss could be; and by service to the First Order, they would discover that was a power to rival that of the Force.

 

[Aram Kalast]

More and more arrived.
Aram’s faith in the Supreme Leader had gained another peg or two as he watched the continued support of those who would lead his forces to war. Yes he may have created an army but the Supreme Leader, he had created a cause worth dying for.
All of it for power.

Out of all those assembled it would be Vaas, Vaiden and Malus who Aram would get to know the most, these were his men, Army and Navy and from what he had already heard his trust could not be placed anywhere better. All they needed now was the resources to assure that these men could pursue the Supreme Leader’s will.
And his own.

“My friends.” The Supreme Leader spoke with his crisp tone. “Welcome each of you to the beginning.” He gave them all deep stares that seemed to intensify the moment. Rumour was Sieger Ren was a powerful Force User. Aram didn’t care, the Supreme Leader rarely if ever seemed to make reference to it.

“Where we stand now will forever be remembered in history, for it is where the First Order was officially born. An order that in time will span the galaxy and rule from the most furthest stars to our closest.” He made a sweeping gesture with his arms towards the sky. “We will not only bring Order to the galaxy my friends, we will shape it’s future.”

@Malus [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Silas Ren"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

"General Vaas, a pleasure to meet you. I wholeheartedly agree! But then again, the Sith has always struggled to keep its top talent. Serving under the constant threat of execution is generally not considered the ideal signing bonus."

She turned to assess [member="Kyle Amedis"] whose background was in question. "This soldier was instrumental in helping to train the new recruits in my garrison. He also served by my side on many occasions. He is loyal and skilled and will make a fine officer someday."

Tmoxin listened politely at the exchange between General Vaas and [member="Malus"], the Chiss Admiral. Finally the Supreme Leader, [member="Aram Kalast"] addressed all of those who gathered. It was a lofty speech, but it did appeal to what the Hapan had strived for in her own military career, which had been usurped by a business role. But the principles were the same. Ambition, power, control.

Even though, Tmoxin knew their plans were aspirational, she had no doubt that each of them had access to vast resources which could bring this plan to life. The One Sith were too undisciplined, too unpredictable and would eventually implode in civil war. Or so the Hapan theorized.

The red-haired humanoid smiled and clasped her hands together. "Supreme Commander, whatever you need to fulfill this promise... whatever any of you need, I will, without question, supply it. If we need an army, you just need to say the word, and I can produce it.. with science." She and her new business partner Count Morcus were on the precipice of acquiring Kaminoan Klones in Tipoca City. They were developing their own forces to protect their rapidly expanding assets in the Techno Union. This army could serve another purpose in aiding the First Order.

[member="Silas Ren"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]