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The Imperial Confederation;
The Direct Surveillance of Domestic Threats Initiative.
Tag: Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss




There is a conspiracy hiding among the Imperial cells scattered throughout the galaxy.

They found their footing on the planet Lianna some years ago now, during the height of the Empire of the Lost, when Velran Kilran had crowned himself and therefore became remembered as the Lost Emperor in death. When the Imperial Sector Authority was later formed, and the so-called Lost-Imperial bloc looked to rebuild their Empire (after surviving the Sartinaynian Crisis at Bastion), the sins of the past joined them in the new. While the Fifth Wing died with Director Drey, with their ilk consigned to a series of missing person investigations that led no-where, alongside a string of murders during that time of transition, another behind-the-scenes of that certain seditionist cell continued the work in kind, and so when the Imperial Confederation was founded on New Alderaan, the conspiracy adapted to a new era within this newly formed autocratic superpower as it filled the power vacuum left behind in and around the star sectors of the Tion Hegemony.

The Imperial Corrections Directorate had been busy ever since the beginning of the second occupation. Under the legislative powers of the C.O.M.E.C.I this police apparatus (created to eliminate dissidents and end civil unrest caused by the economic collapse of the Empire of the Lost) had gone onto take a series of steps which had served ulterior motives. Firstly, through the quarantine of the Tion system, and the opening of several Imperial factory prisons on it's scarred surface, to supply a conscripted work force to serve the paradigms of the new Imperial state which ruled from the capital city of New Aldera. The work labour forces consigned to these dark corners of the Confederation would go onto create a new boom in revenue and profits for the N&Z Umbrella Corporation (silent partners of the ICD) as well as the rejuvenation of the Santhe Corporation and the formation of a peculiar non-profit organisation known only to a few as Vūm with the latter going onto influence politics and economics, not just in the Outer Rim systems, but also in the Mid Rim Territories where the High Republic can be found.

Secondly, the creation of a clandestine operation called Project Tion, which had gone onto recruit specific personnel and individuals located throughout the Imperial Confederation with objectives to revitalize the tenants and philosophy of Imperialism across the Outer Rim Territories precluding the elimination of the alleged existence of the Sith threat located in the Thandon Star Nebulae. While the Battle of Brosi had been a bust (an all-out attack upon the Eleventh Sith Empire by Imperial forces inspired by the ideas of the project), and despite the removal of Liraeth Deschart from the office of Imperial Empress, the operation was still set to continue operating under the watchful eye of the Imperial Exarch. Indeed, lying with the truth proved to be a formidable tool in the arsenal of the woman behind these interlinked, extraordinary set of events.

Thirdly, in a discreet manner, the closure of the Direct Surveillance of Domestic Threats. Built across the former territories of the Empire of the Lost (during Alicia Drey's stint as Director of the defunct New Imperial Security Bureau) were installations, outposts or archives pertaining to a mass surveillance state bought and paid for by Emperor Kilran during the height of his reign. Since the economic collapse of the Empire of the Lost (engineered alongside the Sartinaynian Crisis) Her had been in the process of a cover-up to blur and obfuscate the lines which would lead an inquisitive mind back to them. Assassinations, kidnappings, and disappearances of Imperial personnel (all linked to either former Lost and/or ISA) had become a common theme since the formation of the Imperial Confederation alongside the assertion of the ICD that the people responsible for these incidents are operatives sent by the Sith and who were previously linked to the Fifth Wing.

As far as the ICD (and their Warden Primus) were concerned about the cover-up of the Direct Surveillance of Domestic Threats had been expediated and initiated in a way that should leave the organisation unblemished in the eyes of their superiors from the C.O.M.E.C.I. There was nobody left alive who could add to the testimony delivered by Dimegor. No paper or digital records to explain the plot behind the Fifth Wing. A black hole, both metaphorically and physically, had been left in the wake of Drey's death. A strangulation unanswered. Murder and disappearance cases cold. Nobody left to come forward and point the finger.

Bane had longed to create dynasty of perfect beings. A lineage of Sith Lords built upon the tenants that only the strong should rule, and the powerful to lead. Everything cannot be perfected, however.

As Her stood on the precipice of fulfilling Ayra's plan to eliminate the Sith vassal state another had been working to unlock the elusive enigma surrounding the strange, bloody, catastrophic events which surrounded the Imperial Confederation and the predecessor state that it had go onto succeed. While the Rule of Two speculated that the Imperial Exarch possessed the potential to uncover their conspiracy they had come to the conclusion that Karl von Strauss did not have the necessary tools, information or understanding behind their work to piece together the things that would lead him to discover the truth. After all, they had either killed, or eliminated the means, for their conspiracy to be discovered.

They were mistaken.

Unbeknownst to them von Strauss discovered the master code to the Direct Surveillance of Domestic Threats. He has since been combing through the digital records that were consequentially saved from the cover-up initiated by Her and their co-conspirators. The analysis was complete. Data had been turned into information. Secrets laid at the hands of the Imperial Exarch. They would tell him all that he needed to know about the crimson eyed woman who had, quite recently, used the ICD in a vain attempt to bully him into continuing Project Tion, and who had go onto threaten dear Augustus, his beloved son...



 
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It was another caf-fueled late night for Exarch von Strauss. A harmless argument with several Prefects over a proposed education bill had spiraled, as such things often did, into a stalemate. Nothing had been accomplished except frayed tempers and the slow erosion of patience.

Karl retreated to his modest office and dropped into his leather chair. He leaned back, staring up at the ceiling before closing his eyes and rubbing at his temples with his offhand. Rain whispered against the windows until the quiet was broken by a soft ping from the holographic interface built into his desk.

He opened his eyes and tapped a small floating icon that hovered above the wood grain. The room's darkness softened into dim blue light as a projection shimmered into form: Lieutenant Moira Thif.

<<"Exarch von Strauss, sir. I did what you asked. I looked into Black Sites connected to the Direct Surveillance of Domestic Threats program. Even with the passwords and codes you gave me, I still couldn't find much.">>

"But were you able to locate a site, Moira?" Karl asked.

A long pause followed. <<"…Yes. But you probably won't like where it is.">>

Another pause. "Where?"

<<"About fifty klicks to your northwest. I've forwarded C1RC3 the exact coords.">> She hesitated before adding, <<"Sir, if I may, why are you diving into this again?">>

Karl let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Just a hunch, Lieutenant. Thank you for digging. Have a good night." He cut the connection.

That was his first and second lie to Thif. His stomach twisted as the interface dimmed; he disliked being untruthful, but necessity had its own imperatives. He hadn't wanted to revisit anything touching the Empire of the Lost or the Fifth Wing. Yet the past refused to decay quietly. The latest disturbance had been the Warden Primus herself, dredging up the court-martial of Lieutenant Dimegor and Karl's initial incursion into the DSDT program.

The hunch was a fabrication. He had accessed the DSDT files days ago on his private terminal, the one hidden in the false panel at the back of his quarters, and had been combing through them ever since the warden's intrusion. He'd stopped once before, deciding he preferred ignorance to whatever waited beneath the data. This time, he pressed on, buoyed by the analytical gift that let him tear through countless pages of technical material at speed. But eventually his old terminal hit a barrier: the larger files were too big to download or decompress.

That led to the second lie: he already knew where the listening outpost was. He'd found it on the second day of digging. He hadn't planned on going, until tonight. Having Moira confirm it gave him a contingency: someone would know where he'd gone if he failed to return.

He groaned as he stood; his prosthetic leg twinged, though whether from the rain or his age, he couldn't decide. He crossed to the narrow wardrobe in the corner and pulled out a heavy leather overcoat. As he shrugged into it, he spoke to the empty room: "THEMIS, send a message to Governor Visconti. Tell them to meet me at the coordinates the Lieutenant sent C1RC3. I promised they'd be privy to anything I uncovered about N&Z. Ready the Celestia and wake my KXUs."

There was no reply save a soft affirmative chime from somewhere overhead.

Karl slipped fully into the coat and stepped out. His brisk bootfalls echoed through the unusually quiet halls of the Commission until they collided with someone else's. Turning a corner, he found himself staring at another late-night wanderer.

"Ah. Captain Tane. Good to see you in good health." Karl resumed his pace. "Walk with me. Fortuitous timing, I needed a second set of eyes, and I imagine Mahporeem will want to be informed. You still report to the Triumvirate, do you not?"

Another turn, and the Exarch stepped out into the wet night. Rain pattered against him for a heartbeat before an umbrella was pressed into his hand by an unseen bodyguard. He moved quickly for his age across the courtyard toward a sleek pearl-white star yacht, trimmed in gold. Its ramp was already down and flanked by eight KXU security droids draped in armorweave cloaks, each equipped with an SE-26p blaster.

"Welcome to the Celestia," Karl said, gesturing toward the ramp. "I finished her upgrades last year, took a lot of blood and sweat, it was worth it though. However, she hasn't hosted guests yet, so I suppose you'll be the first. I'll brief you en route. With her engines, we'll make the site in fifteen minutes."

 

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CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION TERRITORY
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The last couple of days had been some of the most stressful Ronhar had ever experienced in his life.

The moment his meeting with Her Her had ended, the Warden Primus had rushed out of the holding cell without so much as a single goodbye to Ronhar, clearly disappointed with what Ronhar had mentioned about Mahporeem's attitude toward this whole affair with Exarch Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss . In fact, Ronhar was half convinced that the Warden Primus was going to contact Mahporeem's leadership to try and get them on board with looking into the Exarch's alleged activities, but to his knowledge, no such meeting had ever taken place, leading to Ronhar experiene an increasingly bad case of paranoia.

After all, the Warden Primus had shared a rather large amount of classified intelligence with Ronhar, and he was certain that she had no intention of letting that information out into the wild, whether or not Ronhar was a trusted ally of the Imperial Confederation. Naturally, he had shared his concerns with Victport Graras, the leader of Mahporeem's armed forces, but at the moment there wasn't a whole lot that he could to to protect Ronhar. The Imperial Remnant had failed to identify any credible threats on Ronhar's life, and as a valuable member of Salvage Team Six, he wasn't exactly the type to try and hide away from everything that was going on.

Thus, Ronhar continued to operate as if it were business as normal, albeit him having to look constantly over his shoulder each and every time he went out into the field. There was no telling when, or even if, the Warden Primus would make Her Her , and Ronhar had to remain vigilant of that rather unpleasant truth.

Still, perhaps there was something that he could do to at least protect himself.

He had grappled with his decision for quite some time now, but in the end, he decided he would come clean and tell Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss everything that had transpired: his meeting with the Warden Primus, the information he had learned, the accusations that she had leveled at Von Strauss, and her rather noble but misguided plan to figure out exactly what was going on. Honestly, Ronhar didn't even care if Karl was even guilty or not: with the way things were going, he might he his only chance at keeping Ronhar alive.

Yet as he turned the corner to the hallway that lead directly to the Exarch's office, he nearly bumped headfirst into Karl himself! Was it a coincidence? A stroke of luck? Or a deliberate meeting between the two?"

Ah. Captain Tane. Good to see you in good health. Walk with me. Fortuitous timing, I needed a second set of eyes, and I imagine Mahporeem will want to be informed. You still report to the Triumvirate, do you not?

For a moment, Ronhar was at a complete loss for words. What a fool he had been! Of course the Exarch must have known what the Warden
Primus was doing, how could he not? Clearly he was heading over there to sort this entire mess out, and he wanted Ronhar to come with him. The real question was how much he knew about Ronhar's dealings with the Warden Primus, though that conversation would have to happen later given the urgency of things.

"That's correct, sir. I imagine you have some unresolved business to attend to?", Ronhar remarked dryly as he fell into step besides Karl. He had to admit, for a man so advanced in age, Karl moved with purpose and reason, and he couldn't help but admire the man's confidence. There was a reason he was Exarch, after all.

Still, even Karl must have been just the slightest bit nervous, for as the pair stepped outside and into the courtyard, they came upon Karl's custom Star Yacht, along with eight KXU security droids standing besides it. Exarch or not, the man clearly expected some kind of potential trouble, and he was certainly hedging his bets, as it were.

Welcome to the Celestia. "I finished her upgrades last year, took a lot of blood and sweat, it was worth it though. However, she hasn't hosted guests yet, so I suppose you'll be the first. I'll brief you en route. With her engines, we'll make the site in fifteen minutes."

"Very good, sir", Ronhar responded as he climbed aboard the ship after Karl. Though things had taken a rather unexpected turn, no matter what happened, it was definitely going to be another long night...

TAGS:
Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory
Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss
Her Her

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LOCATION: The Rebound - Tomb of C
TAG: Her Her | Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss | Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane


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She was looking down, her gaze falling upon the hundreds of men training and attempting to grapple with the boons they had been given by their lord. the thick transparisteel window in front of her, stretching for over ten meters to each side was the only thing seperating her from those legionairs and troopers below. Behind her, she could hear the furious beeping of hundreds of control panels, the hissing of heated steam and gasses being pumped through tubes, the burble of liquids running through other pipes and tubes, the crackle of energy, a whole cacaphony of sounds...yet, she only stared towards the soldiers down in the training room.

A slow and steady thud could be heard behind her, a rhytmic pounding of boots upon the cold duracrete floor upon which she stood. As soon as her concentration broke, her gaze turned towards the reflections within the window she was standing in front of, noticing the pair of terrifyingly vibrant golden and crimson-colored eyes looking down her back through the slits of the inhuman gold and obsidian mask. Instantaneously, she turned around and dropped down to one knee. "Milord, I apologise...I should..."

She stopped her own rambling as soon as she looked up at the man, his eyes simply stared down at her, but he didn't move, he didn't utter even a single word, not even a single breath was leaving his throat. He just stared at her, not with rage or contempt, not with hatred, but with an uninterested, neutral sort of look in those eyes, as if he was staring straight through her.

"She overstepped her..." The monstrous presence's hand moved, motioning her to stop talking, to be silent. Her breath got stuck in her throat, her lungs slowly seemed to deflate, but she couldn't gasp, she couldn't take in a breath, it wasn't his doing, not directly at least...it was as if her very core, her very genes knew exactly what this presence in front of her wanted from her.

"Find out her plan...find out her reasoning for this transgression," The voice, deep and unnaturally hollow rung within her mind, her knee started to hurt, a pressure seemed to be forced upon her, like gravity suddenly intensifying tenfold. Amalia could feel it all, the terror, the utter helplessness in front of someone whose very presence was so far beyond her, that she had no other option than to comply, it was in her instinct, ingrained in her very core, engraved in the very genes she carried...he was without any doubt, her superior. "Cooperate with Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss , if we need to sacrifice one pawn for another...so be it."

As she stared at the duracrete floor, almost as if she was expecting the final blow during an execution, Her own execution, she could hear the rhythmic thudding of boots on the floor again, the sound becoming lighter, just as she herself felt lighter once more. While she was still somewhat in shock, having felt what she could only describe as the seething, controlled rage of a monster, the datapad in her vest's breastpocket began to tremble. Slowly standing up again, Amalia reached for the aforementioned datapad and looked at it, noticing it was a missive from THEMIS, a set of coordinations she was meant to go to in order for this farce to either end or to terminate all she had been working on.

With a huff escaping her lips, the woman paced to the exit of the room she was standing in, briskly walking through the connecting corridor and stepping passed the double doors of one of the many elevators within the complex she was staying at. utilizing her keycard and pressing a few buttons on the elevator's controlpanel, the metal box zoomed down through dozens of levels, until it finally halted at the hangar bay of the Tomb Of C's underground. With a grunt, she moved towards one of the parked starfighters, settling for one of the Legiones models present.

As soon as she was settled and had activated both the hangar bay's shielding and baydoors, Amalia gripped the steering knob of the Legiones tightly, her other hand quickly setting up the communications headset, attaching her datapad to it, immediately engaging in a call towards Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss .

"I've received your message, I will be there... please refrain from any hostile actions..."

 

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