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[Tamsin Starfall]

Theme: Pulse of Darkness
Equipment: Twin Omens | Multi-Tool | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown
TAGS: Vestra Tane | Mercy | Arris Windrun | Srina Talon | Meliant | Lysander von Ascania | Darth Amaymon | Kyber | More

The devil in Tamsin smirked as Vestra Tane opened with starting a fight or proclaiming titles. It had many titles, none of which would matter in the here and now. Now that a council was officially announced she could add councilor among them. Councilor of what though had yet to be determined. As Vestra went on to put the victory of the covenant simply, The demon doubt the remnants of the Maw that had become the Empire were fully washed away they were a stain that never seemed to stay dead much like her.

Her sights then turned to a knew comer Kyber as they presented their cybernetic abominations. The Demon looking through Tamsin's eyes said nothing but looked over the creatures with interest. It reminded her on some level of the hells she and those she had allied herself with had unleashed on so many worlds. Yet her thoughts were cut short by the one they called Mercy .

"Chaos is our greatest advantage, my fellow Lords, my Knights. Whatever proposals you have for us today, keep that in mind. Do not let yourself be drawn into the allure of order, of formalized authority, that is my main suggestion for now."

Orange rings shimmered around the edges of those dark eyes as those words were spoken. Chaos she could bring them, but would they like it, could they handle weight of what the demon could do. Yet the thought of the destruction and carnage it bring the Galaxy was cut short.

"Some of us have already put together a plan. ISB kept an extensive record of former Alliance officers. Discharged, retired, imprisoned, deserters... What have you. Apparently, scouted for recruitment to replace the Imperial losses at Atrisia. I recommend picking up where the Empire left off and building ourselves a navy."

They wanted Chaos and a military, military required order and structure. It seemed like a contradiction of ideals. The Maw had pulled it off but it was a very delicate balance that did have a supreme authority of order held in belief of higher powers. Minds controlled by a unshakable faith, that was how systems of order and chaos could comingle and remain unpredictable.

"Empress Teta has a strong history Naval contributions. I am sure their libraries are filled with tactics and strategies. Plus, they enacted conscription during the Dark Empires Reign so a good portion of their populace is military trained."

It was clear as Tamsin's eyes lit up into a bright burning orange color that this was no longer Tamsin speaking.

"The downside is we will have to deal with the Noble houses there, which I can do if you allow me too. Also, there is Anaxes people are well versed in Naval combat as they have protected the Perlemian Trade Route for generations again, you will be dealing with stubborn nobles."

Maybe it was time to go meet with the old ex-inlaws descendants on Anaxes the Demon thought to itself. Though it wouldn't be as gratifying as if she was wearing her own skin suit instead of this imitation of her.

"I suppose you could also search Byss, for recruits though not sure how many of the old timers are still in the land of living since that Quantum Bomb incident. I can help with the Navy recruiting and other diplomatic issues on Empress Teta all I ask is that I can also use the world of Kuar for scientific research. It has a low population and no resources of much value."

 

[Meliant]

Mercy Vestra Tane Arris Windrun Lysander von Ascania Naniti Tamsin Starfall Darth Amaymon Riffraff Ranat Srina Talon Milla Kyber​

Finally landing on Meliant he nodded respectfully and blurted out. "Now that is a nice chair."

Meliant kicked his feet up onto the table, "Thank you. It was the Emperor's favorite, and now," he giggled like a hole of the ass variety, "It's this Emperor's favorite."​

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Vestra Tane called the council to order and the time to discuss the provenance of Meliant's furniture passed quietly into history. Now was the time for political discourse.​

"Chaos is our greatest advantage, my fellow Lords, my Knights. Whatever proposals you have for us today, keep that in mind. Do not let yourself be drawn into the allure of order, of formalized authority, that is my main suggestion for now."

"I recommend picking up where the Empire left off and building ourselves a navy."

Incredible - they were already at an impasse and they didn't even realize it. Starfall rattled off some trivia about Empress Teta, Byss, Kuar. All fine and dandy as long as the council knew what they would inevitably become. Big fleets required big governments to support them.​

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"If you people..." Meliant paused, reflected, then said, "...If we people want to field anything larger than a tugboat, then we're not getting it done without 'formalized authority.' Tens of thousands of screaming, hungry mouths on a single star destroyer. You want twenty of them and to keep playing it fast and loose? Forget it. This goes one way or the other."​

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[Adean Castor]

TAG: Milla | Riffraff Ranat
NEARBY: Various

Adean's brow furrowed as she considered her approach to the wreckage of the Siegemother, already questioning the reality of her plan. Would navigating the wreckage, risking further explosions or shifting debris as the crash site further settled, be worth the chance of memory files left intact? And on the other hand, would there be another opportunity? By the stars, she wanted to explore the wreckage while she seemed to have it to herself.

A particularly nasty-sounding crash that shook the durasteel beneath her saw the Epicanthix quickly changing her mind. Nope. Not worth it. She could think of about 45 other things to better pass the time.

The dark-haired woman's trek back to the palace mixed purpose with wandering, just enough that any onlookers would mistake her retreat for a task completed. Emerald eyes took in each shift in the landscape, each passerby, seldom making eye contact and being very particular about how she avoided it.

As the headache receded over time and she drew closer to the palace doors, she could hear the murmurings of discussion inside. It seemed only right that she get closer, if only to satisfy curiosity's call. Her gaze lingered on a particularly shiny speeder, only featuring some minor dents, near the entrance, before her feet carried on toward a conveniently open door.

"Oh, I see," The whispered words were for no one other than the presence without presence as she caught the last few seconds of dialogue between the seated fellows, a mixture of interest and recognition coloring the breathed syllables. It wasn't that difficult to clock what she'd inadvertently walked in on. And while a small part of her beckoned at the urge to step in with grandiose claims, if only to see if perhaps this council could be made to have a seat for one more, Adean kept her head down.

Well, not actually down. Mid-level, focused on her datapad as she strolled further from the entrance at a pace that left no room to question if she belonged. For even if she hadn't before entering this room, she surely did now.

 

[Eurydice]

"V-Vairn, wait! That isn't necess…"

Eurydice wasn't certain why she trailed off. Perhaps she was used to her own will, meek as it was, being superseded by those of others.

It was the Sith way, after all.

Varin's hold eased when she asked after his eye. Eurydice exhaled suddenly; she hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath. The officer slunk away, and the girl found herself frowning

"I'm…sorry to hear that." And she was. "This life seems intent on stripping everything from us," she added quietly.

Maybe that wasn't the right thing to say, and she said nothing more.

A shadow slithered over the ridges and dips in the high ceiling before slipping down to Eurydice's shoulder. The dark, wispy mass solidified into the form of a black bird. He spread his wings a let out a single caw.

"This is Gaspar," she murmured a soft introduction. Fingers gave the bird a gentle scratch beneath his beak. "He found the room that used to be the archives but…cannot tell what state it is in."

Gaspar's pitch-black eyes observed Varin with an intent, avian curiosity.

Varin Mortifer

 

[Arris Windrun]

Mercy Vestra Tane Meliant Darth Amaymon Srina Talon Tamsin Starfall Lysander von Ascania Naniti Riffraff Ranat Kyber Adean Castor Milla (GOD IF I FORGOT YOU IT WAS NOT PERSONAL)

"If you people..." Meliant paused, reflected, then said, "...If we people want to field anything larger than a tugboat, then we're not getting it done without 'formalized authority.' Tens of thousands of screaming, hungry mouths on a single star destroyer. You want twenty of them and to keep playing it fast and loose? Forget it. This goes one way or the other."

Arris was... picking up what the Emperor of Coruscant was putting down...

It was an odd realization, actually. For the fighter's instincts were starting to bleed into the realm of galactic politics and policymaking. Few knew this, perhaps, but Arris Windrun was (as they say) terminally on the HoloNet. In this chaotic hellhole of a galaxy, her holo consumption and discourse were often on politics, culture, society, crises. Things like that. Not only pirated fight feeds and other forms of content.

Suffice it to say, she really understood the subtext going on in everything Meliant said. Which was honestly incredible, given that whenever he yapped, it was actually difficult to tell how much of it was meaningful conversation versus some ill-timed joke.

"I think..." Arris looked around. "I think we're missing one incredible detail, yeah?" She began.

"All these worlds have governments. They might not be in the best of shape," especially after certain planetary governors and garrisons went and carried out horrifying purge orders. "But they're there.... Maybe shut down, without budget, or even administration. But the box and all the parts are there, yeah?"

Chaos be damned. She was coming up with an idea.

"Entire armies have been built and trained on the back of bounty hunter and mercenary consultants. Entire skyscrapers have been built by throwing a shitton of credits at cobbled together consultants and contractors... Can't we... Can't we just do the same thing for an administrative government?"

Weren't there megacorporations with think tanks and sociopathic visions, just waiting and ready to go privatize government? Weren't there corrupt politicians dreaming of the day that all that red tape fell through and they could begin their crony dictatorships?

And wasn't the fear of Sith reprisal - wasn't greed and powerlust a grand motivator to make sure all these things fell into place?

She honestly wondered.