Public Trying to Meet New Faces

[Phill|P.S]

Raxus Prime, a garbage planet in every way possible to say it, where ships are often sent there for dismantling or simply some unlucky person landed there stranding with no chance of returning, it was a difficult terrain to live with food monopolies and water but adjustable to the needs of the moment, however something that was not adjustable was the toxic air of the planet which made it necessary to create underground housing complexes, survivor was a word that defined the people of this planet that Catra wanted to have the chance to give them hope to improve their lives or help them get out of the world, but while she didn't have enough resources she did the only thing she could for the moment was go to a bar and try to mingle with the other scrap metal workers who live there. there. Inside that bar, she was already on her third glass of Correlian beer but she didn't feel dizzy or even nauseous, chatting away with some men who came to try to be interested in her.

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[Vertigo]

Phill|P.S

A dusty and mucky day. Good honest work for a Houk. The SJO forces standing down had left a lot of them out of work. Towering reptilians, several of them had gone to the dustiest, messiest end of the galaxy. Honestly, at the backside of space, that's where they felt useful.

Vertigo had a lot of experience in lifting boxes, he did it better than anyone. When a scrapper asked him to bring some men to go through countless old crates and see which ones could still hold weight, he could almost do it by sight. Made the man a tidy sum, so back he'd come again.

Giving a friendly Houk headbutt to another Houk, it was their way of saying hello to each other. They sat down somewhere near Catra and ordered what looked like a giant keg-sized mug of scrappers brew each. Some of the cheapest but most potent ale this place served, it was like sludge. The Houks seemed to love it for some reason.

Usually fearsome creatures, the giant lizards seemed friendly enough. These Houks were armored in old blue Silver Jedi Order power armor, though it was starting to show signs of use and wear. In a place like this, everyone got dirty!

"What you drinking!" One of the Houks rumbled very loudly toward Catra and anyone listening. Vertigo grunted and stared at him. If people here found out they had a few credits to spend, there would be a bloodbath. Grumbling, he pulled his friend by the collar to him and quietened him down.

Still she had the offer of a drink, and that wasn't nothing.

 

[Phill|P.S]

Phill|P.S

A dusty and mucky day. Good honest work for a Houk. The SJO forces standing down had left a lot of them out of work. Towering reptilians, several of them had gone to the dustiest, messiest end of the galaxy. Honestly, at the backside of space, that's where they felt useful.

Vertigo had a lot of experience in lifting boxes, he did it better than anyone. When a scrapper asked him to bring some men to go through countless old crates and see which ones could still hold weight, he could almost do it by sight. Made the man a tidy sum, so back he'd come again.

Giving a friendly Houk headbutt to another Houk, it was their way of saying hello to each other. They sat down somewhere near Catra and ordered what looked like a giant keg-sized mug of scrappers brew each. Some of the cheapest but most potent ale this place served, it was like sludge. The Houks seemed to love it for some reason.

Usually fearsome creatures, the giant lizards seemed friendly enough. These Houks were armored in old blue Silver Jedi Order power armor, though it was starting to show signs of use and wear. In a place like this, everyone got dirty!

"What you drinking!" One of the Houks rumbled very loudly toward Catra and anyone listening. Vertigo grunted and stared at him. If people here found out they had a few credits to spend, there would be a bloodbath. Grumbling, he pulled his friend by the collar to him and quietened him down.

Still she had the offer of a drink, and that wasn't nothing.

At first sight, the redhead was impressed with the size of the barrel of drink they asked for, making her smile in a corner, it was the first time she had also seen a Houk in person -Whiskey Correlian, and you guys?- she said wondering a little -Are they new around here? I never saw your group working on those parts- she said turning slightly to talk to the houks, her neutral but kind smile was on her face as the quiet music in metallic solos played in the background with stereo.

 

[Vertigo]

One of the Houks looked at his Keg, what was he drinking? "Its uh. Its green." A scholarly response if ever there was one. Dark green actually, an off-brown color. "Scrappers Brew" Vertigo's low bass voice rumbled in answer for his friend.

Vert grumbled something about it being good for engines too.

The merriest of the reptiles stood up and cleared a path to the bar. "Correlian Whiskey for our new friend." Making sure Catra got served the good stuff, "no watered down gzack juice." He gave the barman a Houk-Glare. She soon got her drink. Not sure if it was the good stuff, but it had nothing else in it.

"New yeah," Vertigo nodded his oversized head. Most Houks were out working as hired muscle or standing in a doorway somewhere keeping the clientele in line. "On ROR," rest and recovery, "while the bosses move." If mean angry giant Houks would be needed again he didn't know yet.

"Tycel Juc's got us checking boxes." Another of the Houks stated, boxes and oversized guns, made Vertigo feel at home on any planet.

"What about you." Vertigo rumbled again, "who you scrapping for?"

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[Laphisto]

it had been a harsh few weeks since what had become known as the great fracture among lilaste personnel, but with every closing door, a new one opens for the opportunity, and that is exactly what was being done. ships were sent all over the galaxy in an attempt to gather personnel and acquire trade routes that were now left abandoned by the lack of a central government in certain areas and Raxuz prime was not left untouched.

after some time, three individuals would push into the bar standing in the door way. a large winged man standing at seven foot eight and two soldiers on either sid of him. Laphisto would be adorning his custom Beskargam with his broad saber on his hilt - though to any unfamiliar with lightsabers, it resembled a broken vibro sword. the two that stood next to him were wearing LO-56A armor with a sword on there shoulders and sporting LO-17D blaster rifles.

taking a few steps forwards he would scower the area, his eyes flashing a soft blue as he scanned the patrons of the bar. he was on the prowl looking for possible contacts, people he could hire to work for the Lilaste order. and Raxus was just one of his stops.

 

[William Harris]

Outfit: Here

For a long time Wandering. He disappeared into the vast universe as a man looking to make his way. His past ambitions, His fleet, The Empire he helped build and watched crumble, all of that was in the past. It had been years since the collectivists took over Osseriton. He watched as new civilizations rose and fell. He heard of the death of the Fel Emperor and the planet being reverted to a penal colony. With all of the terror and change, and after the coup, he was powerless to do anything. A bunch of hot-headed junior officers and a political idealist general was all it took for him to be exiled and his empire to be crushed. None of it mattered anymore. William Harris was tired, his exile was slow, he did odd jobs of minor importance, and most of his imperial and military friends were scattered among the cosmos.

Harris had been on Raxus prime for a few months now, he'd been helping some scrapping guild break down old junk for any parts of use and was finally in a good enough financial state to move on, and he was preparing to. He changed into a finely made cloak inside his room at the guild outpost. It wasn't too flashy or anything, but if anyone paid too much mind they'd see the qualities of the material. Grabbing a black single-strap bag that was against the wall, and pulling up his thin hood, he stepped outside.

Harris briskly walked through the wandering corridors of the underground complex, leaving the Guild's space and passing into the underground commons district. Before long the door to his favorite little bar was swinging open and he was stepping it in. He found the bar was calmer tonight, with light music and the noise of talking. A few locals and a woman with an almost crimson hue to her hair across the bar. After glancing over the bar and assessing there were no threats he made his way up to the counter.

"I'll take something strong, on the rocks. And for food, I'll do my usual."

The bartender nodded and got to work. Harris pulled the pack off of his back and set it at his feet. He put his head down and rubbed the sides, he had a little bit of a headache, and this drink was something he earned.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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T Y R I N G_T O_M E E T_N E W_F A C E S

FINAL DAWN
RAXUS PRIME, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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With the conclusion of the Second Great Hyperspace War and the collapse of the Brotherhood of the Maw, Marlon Sularen found himself in a tenuous situation. Without the support of the Maw, his powerbase in the form of the Final Dawn was now at risk, surrounded by many foes that sought it's complete and utter annihilation as well as his own demise. However the simultaneous collapse of other galactic governments as well as the recent shift in galactic geopolitics also provided an opportunity for the High Regent, the opportunity to create a new Imperial State and emerge as a new galactic power that could challenge his rivals in the Core and the Outer Rim.

However, if Sularen was to realize such ambitions, he'd first need to secure new allies in order to withstand the wrath of the many enemies he had accumulated over time as he knew it would only be a matter of time before they shifted their attention on him and the Final Dawn. Thus through his own Intelligence apparatus, known as the Politorate, Sularen had begun a galaxy-wide search for possible allies and recruits for the Final Dawn seeking to bolster it's ranks in the aftermath of the Second Great Hyperspace War and further strengthen his position in order to guarantee his survival. Eventually, his agents would come across a man that quickly gained the High Regent's attention. A man formerly associated with one of his high-ranking subordinates, Dorian Sevenar who coincidentally was in charge of the Politorate.

Thus, seeking to personally enlist his aid in his future endeavors, the High Regent had set out to find the man who had been last spotted on the junk world of Raxus Prime located within the Tion Cluster. If he was lucky enough he would be able to find the individual in question and successfully recruit him into the Final Dawn, further advancing his agenda and bringing him one step closer towards securing his future.

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Upon arriving at Raxus Prime, Marlon Sularen made contact with a pair of undercover Politorate Agents that had posed as members of a local Scrapping Guild whom the individual he sought had associated with. They had tracked him to a small bar outside of the Guild's Space that he seemed to frequented on a regular basis. Thanking his agents for their service, Sularen left for the bar escorted by a pair of Raptor Commandos, which served as his own personal bodyguards.

Eventually, Sularen would arrive at the bar with his escorting bodyguards taking note of the individuals currently present which included a few locals as well as a few individuals who stood out throughout the crowd such as two tall humanoids and a near-crimson haired human female. However after a few seconds, Sularen finally found the individual he had sought out. The former Premier of the Fel Empire, William Harris. The High Regent viewed him as a more Moderate Imperial and as such saw him as a potential ally who could potentially help Sularen create his desired Imperial State given his experience as a Politician and Statesman.

As such Sularen walked up to the exiled Premier and politely greeted him. "Hi there. You must be William Harris i presume? I hope i'm not interrupting anything." Sularen began. Hopefully the man would not feel threatened by this sudden introduction and would be willing to talk, after all it was imperative that Sularen enlisted his services if he was going to succeed and it if Sularen was going to have a chance at doing so he need to give the exiled premier a good first impression of him.

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[Varos Dajaay]

Varos Dajaay, currently on Rexus Prime in the search of SSP05 hyperdrive generator parts. Tired of his insufficient finds today, he decides he needs a drink. Knowing a nearby bar, he heads in the direction of it on his landspeeder. "I should really get there before nightfall, with all the Jawas about, ready to strip you of any valuables you could have on you..." he thinks. "Dangerous little guys." As he approaches the bar, he notices several different transport vehicles outside of it, one with an Imperial identification. "Hm, strange, after the Empire fell apart, I doubt anyone would keep these means of identification these days."

Entering the bar, he notices several new faces, multiple Houks drinking together with a red-haired women in the back, as well as a man in Final Dawn attire, accompanied by bodygards. "That's new, since when was the Final Dawn here on Raxus?" Ignoring them, he sat down at the bar, keeping an eye on the man. "Suprise me," he told the bartender as he handed him the little credits he had. Eventually, he got his drink, and started listening in the the consversation the two men were having next to him.

 

[William Harris]

"Hi there. You must be William Harris i presume? I hope i'm not interrupting anything."

Harris was hunched at the bar not paying much attention when the man approached. As the man spoke to him he straightened his posture and cleared his throat.

His voice was rough but sharp as he stood and faced the man, "Well, folks these days typical just call me Bill. I see your guard's there and i recognize the uniform, so I can only assume you are an individual with some degree of authority." Harris took a swig of the carmel colored drink and placed it on the table behind him. "My Question then would be, if you are that person of Authority that I think you are, what could I possibly do for you?"

Marlon Sularen

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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FINAL DAWN
RAXUS PRIME, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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"My Question then would be, if you are that person of Authority that I think you are, what could I possibly do for you?"

While he simply referred himself as Bill, the man did not seem to argue against Sularen's assumption of his identity which Sularen assumed was an indication that he was indeed the man he was looking for. Already he had managed to gain his attention given his correct assumption that he was a figure of authority, which itself was an indicator that he was making progress in his efforts, although the results would still be determined by how the High Regent carried out his conversation with Harris.

"I've heard about your previous exploits as a Imperial-aligned statesman and military commander from an associate of mine, someone who might have once worked with you during the days of the Fel Empire of Ossertion." Sularen began. "No offense but i must say, for a man of your talents, working for a scrapping guild on a junk planet seems like a huge downgrade from your previous high-ranking status as the Premier of the Fel Empire. I'm quite interested to know what might have transpired to cause this sudden change in profession"

As Sularen spoke with Harris, his two Bodyguards took notice of a single armored individual walking up to the bar and positioning himself next to both the High Regent and the Exiled Premier. Considering he had just ordered a drink they assumed that he was nothing more then a regular customer oblivious to the fact that he was eavesdropping on the ongoing conversation. To the two Raptors he could be either a Mercenary or a Retired Soldier of the now-defunct Empire, and as such did not see him as a threat and ignored him, leaving him be and allowing him to further eavesdrop on the conservation at hand.

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[Laphisto]

Looking around at the bar, his mind wandered to the individuals within the man who had also entered with guards made him give a slight chuckle; his eyes lit up softly at the final down insignias on the soldiers, a slight frown rolling crossed his maw. he had a small encounter with the final down when he unknowingly arrived at a raiding party of the black fleet. He only hoped whoever was present left the Lilaste order off the report, and even if they were included, hopefully, they wouldn't have a scuffle.

Shaking his head softly, he would clear his throat, pulling up his holo-computer that appeared from his vambrace. The "vibrosword" on his side was met with his hand resting on the pommel, ready to draw it if it came to it. Clearing his throat once more, he moved to gather the attention of the patrons within the bar " excuse me if I may have a moment of your time. " standing at seven foot eight, he stood taller then most within the establishment. " i am sure the recent galactic events have been harsh on the people of Raxus Prime, especially since the great fracture left many people without a job, without a purpose. some of you have family and loved ones you are worried about and this is where i come in. my name is Laphisto Div'atori Gix, High commander of the Lilaste order. and i come offering jobs, security, and safety to those who feel misplaced or without purpose. We have many positions available, from mechanics, technicians, engineers, farmers, soldiers, pilots, medical teams, and other positions."

Crossing his arms over his chest, he would wave a hand out to the people before him "this galaxy is in a dark place, but we at the lilaste order have the hope of restoring a proper balance to the galaxy. Within the order, you will not be forgotten under layers of bureaucracy. Every guild turns together, with no position outweighing the next. and so i ask of you all, those willing to find a purpose. come and join the Lilate Order"

 

[William Harris]

"I've heard about your previous exploits as a Imperial-aligned statesman and military commander from an associate of mine, someone who might have once worked with you during the days of the Fel Empire of Ossertion." Sularen began. "No offense but i must say, for a man of your talents, working for a scrapping guild on a junk planet seems like a huge downgrade from your previous high-ranking status as the Premier of the Fel Empire. I'm quite interested to know what might have transpired to cause this sudden change in profession"

Harris leaned back against his chair and slid down slowly, motioning for the man to join him. He grabbed hold of his beverage and took another swig before beginning.

"I had a few titles in my day, and for lack of boring you I'll keep it short. I was a high ranking Naval officer for the Empire about a decade ago, I was younger then most of my peers cause I had a knack for strategy and all that." He adjusted a little bit, fidgeting in his chair. "There was a major problem though, being thrust into a high ranking position in the Fel Empire gave me a new perspective on how political everything was. No more was it what I knew, but who I knew, and there was corruption that went all the way to the top."

Harris paused for a minute and stared off into space, he lightly shook his head before slowly looking back up and returning eye contact.

"I had many Audiences with the Emperor and the Military staff, and I frequently spoke my mind on imperial matters, and Emperor Toran didn't appreciate that much, I was something of a political idealist. I believed that the system needed to be changed to give the people a voice. After a famine and a failed and expensive war in which the Emperor was completely over involved, I conspired with some of the high staff and devised a plan to stop the Emperor from destroying a state that I'd grown rather fond of during my short yet successfull service." Harris Cleared his throat, "The state was unstable, I served as Regent, the goal was for Toran to accept our demands and be returned under the constraints of a constitution, but after that counter-coup attempt and the Death of Toran I had to find and Pretenders to the throne I could, I settled on a younger branch with Emperor Alexander and his son, I oversaw economic growth and military expansion, but in the end it didn't matter because much in the way I deposed Toran, I myself was overthrown. They basically held myself and the emperor hostage, and when the young officers seen I wouldn't comply they forced me out. Not long after they exiled me Osseriton was invaded and the Emperor was killed, I've been wandering ever since."

He straightened up and made kind of a half smirk, before continuing again with a gruff beard, "So to answer your question... Politics. Politics saw my Rapid ascent, and my rapid descent. Its all a mess that I'm still not very knowledgeable, though I have plenty of experience."

Harris motioned for the bartender to come over as he finished his drink, "Can I Interest you in anything? Beer, something stronger?"

Harris scrunched his face for a moment, realizing he just said all of that to a man he didn't even know." I don't think I even got your name."

 

[Varos Dajaay]

Looking around at the bar, his mind wandered to the individuals within the man who had also entered with guards made him give a slight chuckle; his eyes lit up softly at the final down insignias on the soldiers, a slight frown rolling crossed his maw. he had a small encounter with the final down when he unknowingly arrived at a raiding party of the black fleet. He only hoped whoever was present left the Lilaste order off the report, and even if they were included, hopefully, they wouldn't have a scuffle.

Shaking his head softly, he would clear his throat, pulling up his holo-computer that appeared from his vambrace. The "vibrosword" on his side was met with his hand resting on the pommel, ready to draw it if it came to it. Clearing his throat once more, he moved to gather the attention of the patrons within the bar " excuse me if I may have a moment of your time. " standing at seven foot eight, he stood taller then most within the establishment. " i am sure the recent galactic events have been harsh on the people of Raxus Prime, especially since the great fracture left many people without a job, without a purpose. some of you have family and loved ones you are worried about and this is where i come in. my name is Laphisto Div'atori Gix, High commander of the Lilaste order. and i come offering jobs, security, and safety to those who feel misplaced or without purpose. We have many positions available, from mechanics, technicians, engineers, farmers, soldiers, pilots, medical teams, and other positions."

Crossing his arms over his chest, he would wave a hand out to the people before him "this galaxy is in a dark place, but we at the lilaste order have the hope of restoring a proper balance to the galaxy. Within the order, you will not be forgotten under layers of bureaucracy. Every guild turns together, with no position outweighing the next. and so i ask of you all, those willing to find a purpose. come and join the Lilate Order"

Varos, takes notice of the Lilaste Order member, ears perking up at his "speech" directed to the audience at the bar, somewhat amused, he mumbles, "Another member of the Lilaste Order trying to walk in like they own the place..." He let the Kiev'arian go on for a while until he deemed necessary, standing up from the bar.

He starts his approach towards the tall figure, his Imperial sigil standing out on his armor, "I think the people here... are just fine as they are." Seeming somewhat ticked off he says, "We don't need scum like you coming in here acting like you can just casually remove people from their homes for some inferior orginization with no realistic goal." The soldier inches closer to him until they are practically face to face, "I suggest that if you're here, you buy a drink, or leave. And make sure to bring with you your puny excuse for an order with you, we don't want any of that lingering around here anyways," waving towards the exit.

(Edit, I meant for it to say imperial sigil lol)

 

[Laphisto]

His attention would quickly turn to the soldier that approached him, his arms uncrossing and laying on his side as they approached, the left hand resting on the pommel of his blade. Listening to the man's words and raising a brow at his accusations. as he got closer and closer, the two guards with him raised their weapons, taking a more combative stance though they were quickly dismissed as Laphisto raised his hand, telling them to stand down.

He stood at seven foot eight and towered over the male easily. He stood patiently, waiting till the male was finished before raising a brow their way " I seek not to remove people from there homes by means of force, not do I come bringing empty promises, our goal may be beyond the understanding of one of your stature yes, but look around you at not just yourself, but the galaxy at large, every conflict dating back millennia all revolve around the same core. The sith and the Jedi, their constant bickering and fighting, catch the galaxy in war repeatedly, and for what? What does this constant fighting result in other than pain and turmoil? And when will it stop, when one finally defeats the other? " he would shake his head with a small chuckle before letting a sigh roll past his lips " no. one cannot exist without the other, and so the cycle will always continue. The sole goal of the Lilaste order is to find unity through cooperation, to end this bloody cycle by any means necessary."

He would narrow his eyes at the soldier, a soft blue glow flicking over his iris as he peered into them through the force, peering into their very soul and drawing forth the mans alignment to his eyes.

 

[Varos Dajaay]

Straightening his posture, "I think what you refuse to realize is, if these people hypothetically were to join this orginization of yours, and you did bring order to the galaxy, who would be there to rule over it?" shaking his head in disappointment. "Without a ruler, the galaxy would be thrown into an even greater of a strife, one that would spiral out of a control until the eventual doom of the galaxy itself. Once that chaos ensues, these people will be put in the dead center of it. What you need to realize is, it's either one or the other, the Sith, or the Jedi. Both cannot rule nor can both rule together in peace, one will always desire power over the other. That's why your cause in futile," he says putting his hand on his DL-44.

 

[Laphisto]

listening to the soldier speak a small chuckle would roll from his throat half shaking his head lightly " the Lilaste order will bring unity and in turn establish a functioning government be it ourselves or something more suitable, but i must commend you. you are right. Sith and Jedi cannot co-exist in the matter you speak of, I mean to remove such titles, remove the sith and the Jedi from this galaxy, be it by peaceful negotiations or other means. so long as those two organizations exist, they will continue to fight, vying for power over one another till the galaxy is but a wasteland, and those caught in the middle will be the ones suffering."

He would shake his head, hand still resting upon the pommel of his "sword" "tell me when you have two broken gears that seem to be damaging other parts of the machine, but the machine will and can function without them, do you leave the gears and keep replacing other parts?" his eyes would dart down to the man's blaster, the two with him once again raising their weapons only to be shot down by laphisto once more

 

[Varos Dajaay]

"You still don't realize, there isn't anyway to create peace through peace." he says frustrated. "But whatever, you do you, if you want to destroy the galaxy through this procees than do it, I'm not going to stop you." Then taking a few steps forward,"But I'm still going to have to ask you to leave... I can't have you destroying these people's already ravaged lives with your fabrication of your argument," he says gripping his blaster tightly.

 

[Laphisto]

"Oh, my dear lad, I never said anything about my methods being done through solely peaceful actions, though such a manner would be the Preferable first approach " as the mane stepped forwards, his hand grabbed the broken Vibroblade off his hilt, holding it in his hand though not doing much with it, a slight chuckle rolling past his lips and shaking his head gently " as far as I know the Final dawn does not have jurisdiction over these lands. i merely came to spread the word that we are recruiting, grab a drink and move on to the next establishment."

 

[Varos Dajaay]

"Than I suggest, you move on." quickling grabing his DL-44 and pressing it up against Laphisto's chest. In the process he also silently activates his mobile probe droid, that proceeds to sneakily manuever around the bar positioning itself behind the dragon as well as his guards.

 

[Laphisto]

His eyes would narrow as the blaster came in contact with his chest piece, a slight chuckle rolling from his throat. With a perk of his lone ear, it would swivel around, his hearing allowed him to hear the droid, but his near blinded eyes wouldn't be able to see it even while using the force. Pulling his blade up slowly, he moved to push the blaster from his chest lightly, the two guards focused with their weapons now up and drawn on the soldier, and the left guard focused on the man. At the same time, the other looked over at the three other Final dawn inhabitants in the room, being prepared if they decided to do anything.

"I would advise you to reconsider your actions lad, it is unwise to be pointing blasters at people, your loyalty to your faction is.. admirable but blind loyalty will get you killed."