Dominion Uneasy Alliances | EOTL Dominion of Erilnar

[The Voice of the Lost]

As the Empire of the Lost continues to expand in power, they realize that alliances have become a necessity especially in light of their brutal attack on Lothal. The Moff Council, fearing retaliation by major factions will be inevitable, decided for a more diplomatic approach on the planet Erilnar against the Emperor's wishes. Velran preferred to take over the planet by force like the other planets during his Resource Rush Campaign, but the Moff Council urged him to at least give diplomacy a chance. The emperor reluctantly gave into the Moff Council though the real reason was that the emperor discovered an artifact once belonging to a legendary warrior somewhere on the planet.

Objective 1: Ah yes! The Negotiator!

Elrinar is famous for having 300 thousand lakes and fancy parties! Mingle with the hosts of Elinar and start convincing the people on why they should share their rich resources with the Empire. Be aware though, the Empire is not the only one vying for Elinar's attention, the Hutts have their eye on the planet as well and they already have some influence around the Elinar government. Find a way to undermine the Hutts' influence, if need be, have them sleep with the fishes.

Objective 2: The Ultimate Helmet

After his meeting with Celt Saxon , the Emperor is making a major effort to win the Mandalorian Enclave's favor by presenting them the alleged helmet of Mandalore the Ultimate. According to scouts, the helmets whereabouts are located somewhere in the rocky terrains near the capital. Go forth and retrieve the helmet for the emperor. Be careful of any mercenaries or renegade Mandalorians who might want the helmet for their own use.

Objective 3: The Monorail Attack

Attention all troopers! One of Erlinar's many monorails has come under attack by a mysterious group trying to destroy Erlinar's monorail system. Without the system, Elinar's economy is cratered so this may be an opportunity for the EOTL to prove themselves as worthy allies. Engage the group in combat and find out the reasons behind their attack and make sure that the monorails are up and running.

 

[Alicia Drey]

Tags: [OPEN]
Objective: The Monorail Attack
Location: On board the Initium somewhere nearby

"Betrayal is the way of the dark side."
-- Darth Ayra.

The Monorail was under attack, and Alicia Drey was the reason why. Of course, the crew on board the Monorail did not know this, and the people who were attacking it did not know it neither. She had used an alias- Foxtrot- which, to those high up in the Empire hierarchy would recognise it was the codename and designation given to Alicia when she joined the New Imperial Security Bureau. Electing to use the same codename in her dealings on the black market was also done by design. As the name Alicia Drey was well known among certain circles in the Galaxy so too would Foxtrot in her criminal dealings. A reputation was useful, and when earned would open the doors to more business such as the one she was conducting on Erilnar.

The ship that Alicia was standing on was a prototype Star Courier designed and manufactured by Emeritus Industries several decades ago. According to her late Master only one such vessel had been constructed and had been done so for an unknown follower that they had been cultivating before their untimely disappearance. In their wake the Initium had been left without it's intended owner and so the Sith Lord- who was responsible for it's design and construction- appropriated it as their own personal form of transport. Now, all this time later, it served their successor and was currently following the Monorail under the disguise of a cloak.

It's PDF was also activated, and so the ship was almost undetectable. Only an extremely powerful Force-sensitive, or someone in possession of some extremely rare technology, would be able to detect the Initium as it flew just a couple of miles off as the Monorail proceeded with it's route through Erilnar's extensive tracks. Alicia was sat in the cockpit and her eyes were dancing between a series of things being displayed too her on the view port.

To the left was the telemetry of the Monorail and her ship as one ran the tracks while the other flew after it; in the centre was a feed connecting her to the heist that was about to be performed; and the third monitored nearby technology belonging to that of the Empire. It had been leaked to the NISB that the Monorail was going to be attacked while important dignitaries gathered to meet with diplomats sent by the Empire to negotiate Erilnar joining the Imperium.

That leak had found it's way to Alicia, who upon examination and investigation, learned about the reason why the Monorail was being attacked. The heist, which held connections to Prophet Mendacium 's Brotherhood of One, was set to be performed while the rich and famous were distracted. Their goal was to take the vast sum of credits that were being transported on board the train. Although Alicia had yet to prove the link definitively one could take an educated guess as to why the Brotherhood were robbing this train. Such an organisation needed funding, and it also aligned with the groups goals of terrorism across the Galaxy.

So Alicia had planted one of the NISB's field agents into the heist group over a period of many weeks leading up to the attack, and from their point of view Alicia could watch the crew in action. After all, the only reason why they knew about the Monorail in the first place was because of her through proxy of the asset that was now about to perform the heist with them. This was an ample opportunity to watch the Brotherhood in action, and if everything went to plan, Alicia would be in receipt of a cut of the credits being robbed, which was always a welcomed addition to her coffers.

 

[Priscilla Li-Ves]

Location: Monorail Train - Erilnar
Objective: The Monorail Attack
Tag: Alicia Drey

Erilnar was a world of three hundred thousand lakes. Unfortunately, Priscilla had yet to visit a single one. In that, she had hoped to go swimming or if she was even more lucky, ice skating.

At this rate, she wasn’t sure if she would get to do either.

While Priscilla had joined the Imperial Army due to her belief in the superiority of Imperial governments compared to the inefficient, sluggish democracies of the Galactic Alliance and the Rimward Trade League, her decision to enlist had also been motivated by wanderlust. The recruitment officer at the spaceport on Jabiim had promised her that, at least. And while he had not exactly lied to her, Priscilla wished that she could see some of the more interesting parts of the planets that she visited, rather than the familiar monotony of Imperial military bases and installations.

However, she could not say that her service thus far had been outright absent of adventure.

Unfortunately, this assignment was yet another one of the more tedious duties that military life was filled with. It was a simple security task—guarding a pile of credits that were being delivered to somewhere, someone, or something very important. Nevertheless, Priscilla had jumped at the chance to take this particular assignment due to the fact that it allowed her to get out of the base.

That fact alone made it far more appealing to her than what she might have otherwise been doing back at the base.

And so, Priscilla glanced out of the nearby viewport as the monorail raced past the scenery. However, the Army Trooper didn’t allow herself to admire it for too long before starting her next round. She took her duties seriously after all, and as such, she remained vigilant, even though she expected this assignment to pass without trouble.

Unbeknownst to her, aforesaid trouble was already coming her way.

Spoiler: Loadout

• FAE/A-12 Imperial Army Trooper Combat Armor - Bodysuit Variant
  
  • Accouterments, Markings, and Aesthetic Alterations
    
    • Black Bodysuit, Helmet, Knee Pads, and Half Mask
    • Red Bicep Band
  • Armor Accessories and Alterations
    
    • Armor Plating
      
      • Knee Pads
      • No Cuirass, Shin Guards, Pauldrons, Elbow Pads, or Gauntlets
    • Harness
    • B-11 "Greitis" Class Combat Boots - Mitrinomon Jetpack Thrusters Reinstalled
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Light Rotary Shotgun, Type 1
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • 12 Gauge Slug (48)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • 12 Round Rotary Cylinder Magazine
• PV-16 “Sunfury” Pulse Pistol
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • Fusion Cell (4)
• Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenade - Plasma (2)
• Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenade - Sonic (2)

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

OBJECTIVE 2: THE ULTIMATE HELMET

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CURRENT QUEST - Bring honor to the Scions of the Manda
Immediate Goals -
1: Delve into the Unknown
2: By deeds we wipe away our shame
3: For the sake of Manda'yaim's throne
4: What was lost shall be reclaimed

FRIEND(s) - Unknown

FOE(s) - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - The Voice of the Lost || OPEN

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At long last, a mission where Kebii'kara didn't feel self-concious over. Not some nebulous annexation of a planet, not some mere scrape with pirates, this was in almost totality, an objectively good mission.

The Lasat had served as a liaison on behalf of the Lilaste Order, acting as an advisor, a bodyguard, and in practice - an extra body to be flung at the Empire's enemies. She had circumvented the tenets of her faith, she was aware, by inaction she tacitly accepted and complied with the taking of innocent lives, the priority of civil law over spiritual law - but here, now, she felt that redemption could be done.

Erilnar, this rocky world, and apparently not Malcador V nor any Mand'alor since, held the Mask of the Mandalore - passed from the Indomitable to the Ultimate: The Great Shadow Father of All Clans, the Last Taung, he who knit the traditions of the First Crusaders to the Enclaves who still honor the resol'nare to this day. The reclamation of this artifact, no matter how unlikely, was paramount to Kebii'kara - beyond even her own redemption and honor. If the Mask wasn't there, she still would deny this world from the Hutts: something that was always a good thing.

In the rocky foothills on the outskirts of the capitol, an azure-armored Mandalorian trusted in the Force - the Breath of the Manda, the Truth of the Celestial Duality - to reclaim what was lost, joined so far by her small retinue consisting of an Astromech, a medically inclined utility droid, and her juvenile Vanquo's dragon.

 

[Prophet Mendacium]

Objective β: Monorail Claims Once More
Tag: Alicia Drey | Priscilla Li-Ves | The Voice of the Lost

Up above, the train passed over on the rails. It caused small bits of debris on the tracks to fall all the way down where Mendacium was. It was like black snow gracefully falling around him, it was beautiful. 'Oh, if they only knew long ago...' he grinned mischievously, thinking in his head about the past of Erilnar. But then, he was alerted to something. His grin went away as he began to understand what it was. He had a neutral expression, but then it became a small, cute grin. 'So you're here, too. A woman after my own heart. I should be honored. But now is not the time.'

A few troopers stood behind him as guards, one feeling an uneasiness in their leader, "Mendacium, is something wrong?" Mendacium shook his head, pulling a communicator up to his face, "Not at all, everything is..." he sighed, "expected." He took a fresh breath as he activated the communicator, "Execute. We also have an eyeball following the train, inform them that we know."

Farther down the monorail line from Mendacium's position, the train would pass by, as about two dozen or so red Imperial looking speeder bikes swung up onto the monorail from grappling hooks. The speeder bikes were able to keep locked onto the monorail the same way the train did, as they moved in. But they were matching the speed of the train the instant they locked onto the rail, and they began their attack just as swiftly as they hopped up onto the monorail. The last speeder bike pilot turned, pulling a rocket launcher from their back, firing it off into ... well, nothing. The trooper had no idea what he would be shooting at, he was just sending the message as he was instructed.

The other pilots in front hopped up to stand on their speeder bikes like surf boards, firing grappling hooks onto the train. When they grabbed on, it was like a triggered effect, pulling them automatically up and onto the train. The first half of troopers were on the train, while the other half waited to board. The empty speeder bikes seemed to have some sort of self destruct mechanism, making them begin slowly falling apart, so as to not cause issues to the troopers behind them. This would open the remaining bikes to move forward, and do the same thing.

Back to Mendacium, he pocketed the communicator and began approaching his speeder bike, and his guards followed him. 'Let's not make this complicated, shall we, pretty lady?' he thought in his head, before hopping on his speeder bike, and with his troopers, speeding off towards the direction the monorail was going in.

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Objective 2: The Ultimate Helmet

Current Outfit

In her short time in being a Bounty Hunter, Hilal had learned to be skeptical of her clients and not take things at face value. But even she was giddy at the prospect of retrieving the helmet of Mandalore the Ultimate. Hilal looked up to legends like Mandalore the Ultimate when she was a kid, she was in awe of his feats not only as a warrior but as a tactician. Mandalore united the clans and changed the culture so people like Hilal could be considered a Mandalorian. He was also a tactical genius and was able to bring the Republic and the stinking Jedi to their knees. To even touch Mandalore the Ultimate's Helmet would be great honor.

But that was according to Akiya Orime who wanted to retrieve the helmet for her own reasons. As much as Hilal adored Akya, she couldn't allow her to leave with a valuable artifact. It's part of Mandalorian history and Hilal needs to preserve for her own people. Still, Akiya needed someone to protect her while searching for the helmet and Hilal felt obliged to follow her. She missed Akiya anyway and wanted to see how she was doing. The young woman saw Akiya ahead and ran towards her raising an eyebrow at her partner.

"Hey girl!" Hilal giggled. "It's been a while! And who is that person beside you?"

Sicarius Hekate

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

Objective 1 - The Negotiator
​

For engagement after engagement, Maldor Mecetti had commanded the Exile Mecetti fleet in battle. He had won victory after victory, learning the trade of fleet command while on the job. But his last engagement had been a costly one. Two Assault Carriers, lost. Two carriers which could not be easily replaced until he was given some of the resources of the Empire.

Fortunately, today's engagement did not crave powerful ships and skilled fleet command.

No, today Maldor was here in another capacity.

He was here in his capacity as a politician and diplomat.

And if nothing else, it would be a a good party.

He only wished Vyllia Santhe was here. He still saw their dance, sometimes, when he closed his eyes and let his mind drift to pleasant thoughts. She'd awakened an unexpected interest, a fire that had not burned in some time, until he'd touched her hand and looked into her eyes. And her talents as a negotiator were surely on par with his own. No one who rose to such prominence in the corporate world could be any less a politician than he was.

The announcer at the doorway to the grand hall called out, "Lord Maldor Mecetti, of the Empire of the Lost."

He swept into the space, owning himself fully, the power and prestige of a bold new Empire empowering his self-confidence as he went to greet his hosts.

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The Voice of the Lost

 

[Bella]

Location: Grand Hall - Erilnar
Objective: Ah yes! The Negotiator!
Attire: Dress │ Shoes
Tag: Maldor Mecetti

It was a night of flowers and finery. The best, brightest, and most noble of the Empire all gathered under one roof to celebrate the achievements of recent campaigns and possibly, to herald the integration of a new system into the Imperial state.

For such an occasion involving the integration of a new world into the Empire, Bella would normally be flying her TIE, dressed in her flight suit, and racing through the void of space at nigh-relativistic speeds. She would be chasing after some unfortunate pilot flying an Ugly, an X-Wing, or even a TIE. After only a few calculated maneuvers, she would shoot that bandit down, vaporizing the pilot and thereby, adding another tally to her growing kill count. Then, she would repeat the process again and again, until the field was clear or the battle came to its natural conclusion.

However, since this particular integration would hopefully be a peaceful one, Bella was dressed in a long, flowing gown and towering heels intended to elevate her meager stature.

As the newest Imperial Baroness, Bella had been compelled to attend this event, to represent the Imperial Starfighter Corps. Her “date” for the evening was a towering Imperial Paragon—a massive, armor-clad figure who stood as a silent sentinel for one of the Empire’s finest pilots while she was without her starfighter. He was not the only Paragon present, as there were a few others stationed at various strategic points within the grand hall—visible deterrents to any intrepid or foolish Erilnarian nobles who might doubt the strength of the Empire.

And so, as she entered the grand hall, Bella felt a surge of excitement in her chest as the announcer introduced Lord Mecetti. She was familiar with him, though only vaguely. Nevertheless, she knew his reputation—the vaunted scion of House Mecetti who had been a key part in many of the Empire’s latest military successes. His crimson cape flowed in his wake as if to conquer the space around him, compelling others to give way to his advance.

“Presenting the Baroness of the Empire, Commander Bella of the Imperial Starfighter Corps.”

Bella was immediately shaken out of her reverie as the announcer spoke her name next, at which point she moved into the grand hall in turn. She took in the various gazes cast in her direction and offered each a quick smile, before making her way towards the main floor. As she did, a single question pressed at her awareness, causing her expression to briefly turn contemplative.

How could she, a Flight Baroness, best serve her Empire tonight?

 

[Sicarius Hekate]

Objective 2.

Sicarius scowled and scratched at her Force collar. It was starting to become a constant irritation. She had reluctantly accepted the necessity when first… recruited, by the Emperor but this was her third mission without her lightsaber or full access to her abilities. The last one all she had been given was a Steak Knife. More as a demeaning joke than a real weapon she was expected to defend herself with.

"Honestly" Sicarius expressed exasperated "What is even the point of sending me on missions when I have nothing to contribute?"

"Not that I mind hiding behind you and watching with amusement while you flounder."

Sicarius smirked with mirth.

"What about you?" Sicarius turned to ask their other companion Akiya Orime "I assume you have some biochemical blaster that vaporizes our enemies into little dust mites?"

Sicarius raised an eyebrow at the somewhat… bubbly Mandalorian Hilal Vizsla sent to them as muscle.

"I am Sicarius." She introduced herself with thinly veiled contempt "I suppose you're what passes for muscle."

Sicarius didn't know her other companion at all, but she didn't exactly present a worthy successor to the famed Mandalore the Ultimate's helmet. The fact that the three of them were expected to work together in scientific discovery did nothing to increase Sicarius opinion of their usefulness.

"Come along children." Sicarius commanded preenly.


Sicarius stopped her teasing of her companions as they approached their destination.

"Pilot land in that assembly area!"

The shuttle they were riding in slowed down. Sicarius recognised the figure.

"I suppose if we're hunting for Mandalorian artifacts a Mandalorian might come in handy." Sicarius acknowledged somewhat reluctantly "Atleast this time there's no fool jedi standing in our way."

"So Mandalorian's since this artifact is supposedly sacred to your people's. Where do you think we should begin?"

 

[Alicia Drey]

Tags: Prophet Mendacium Priscilla Li-Ves
Objective: Robbing the Monorail

The live feed from inside the Monorail continued to play, and Alicia followed what was happening with intense intrigue. Vrivia was the codename assigned to the field agent that she had planted among the Brotherhood of One fanatics that were moving in to assault the train. As the speeder bikes swooped in to begin the assault one of them, out of the blue, fired a hook at her general direction. It missed but for it to have been a misfire from the pilot operating one of the bikes was impossible. That had been clear, and intentional.

Fascinating, Alicia thought to herself as she navigated the ship on a new vector as she continued following the train. Shutting down the telemetry and other feeds on the viewport (except for Vrivia's point of view) Alicia took control of the ship. "My stick," she muttered out of habit. Although there was no co-pilot on board the Initium it was standard flight protocol to announce when a pilot was taking ship control to manual. The stygium generators on board the ship continued their operation and so invisible to the naked eye Alicia couldn't help but wonder what had given her away to the Brotherhood so soon?

Had Vrivia been turned by Mendacium? Or was he Force-sensitive? Perhaps he was in possession of the rare crystal gravfield trap? If so either of these things were true it made this mission somehow more interesting than it had been originally, and this was essentially a heist she had put into motion. A difficult feat indeed...

 

[Priscilla Li-Ves]

Location: Monorail Train - Erilnar
Objective: The Monorail Attack
Tag: Alicia Drey Prophet Mendacium

The first sign of foul play was the grappling line that she spotted out of the corner of her photoreceptor while walking down the center aisle of the cargo car. Priscilla’s computerized mind registered and processed it in an instant, at which point the biot recalled that the line had not been there when she had first come this way. That realization kicked her awareness into hyperactivity, compelling her to look, listen, and feel for more anomalies.

The pounding beat of footsteps, directly above her and on the top of the car. The soft whirr of grappling lines. The hum of repulsorlift engines.

Trouble.

“This is Private Priscilla, reporting multiple unidentified intruders on top of car one-seven!” Priscilla reported. “Repeat, I have near-contact with multiple unidentified intruders on top of car one-seven!” The Army Trooper restated, before pulling her shotgun from its place on her back and readying the weapon. “Requesting immediate reinforcement on my position!” She added.

“Private, how many are there?” A low, Galidraani-accented voice answered at the other end.

“At least three, sir!”

“Copy that. All soldiers, at full readiness! Privates Becker, Janes, and Corporal Vikar, head to car one-seven immediately! Everyone is clear to engage with lethal force. Do not let them touch the cargo!”

Priscilla left the words, I was planning to open the top hatch and give them a free tour, entirely unspoken.

“Yes sir!” She answered instead. All the while, the biot committed additional processing power to her auditory receptors, intending to use them to triangulate the position of the intruders so that she might better react to their intrusion. In essence she intended to greet the intruders with a torrent of 12-gauge slugs borne straight for their skulls.

12-gauge slugs, millions of credits, and perhaps soon her own synthetic blood, all for the Imperial cause.

Spoiler: Loadout

• FAE/A-12 Imperial Army Trooper Combat Armor - Bodysuit Variant
  
  • Accouterments, Markings, and Aesthetic Alterations
    
    • Black Bodysuit, Helmet, Knee Pads, and Half Mask
    • Red Bicep Band
  • Armor Accessories and Alterations
    
    • Armor Plating
      
      • Knee Pads
      • No Cuirass, Shin Guards, Pauldrons, Elbow Pads, or Gauntlets
    • Harness
    • B-11 "Greitis" Class Combat Boots - Mitrinomon Jetpack Thrusters Reinstalled
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Light Rotary Shotgun, Type 1
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • 12 Gauge Slug (48)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • 12 Round Rotary Cylinder Magazine
• PV-16 “Sunfury” Pulse Pistol
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • Fusion Cell (4)
• Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenade - Plasma (2)
• Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenade - Sonic (2)

 

[Jester]

Location: Erilnar
Objective: 1. The Negotiator
Tag: Bella
Wearing: this

The Vigo walked in to the ballroom in a stunning dress that beautifully showed off her green skin and elaborate tattoos whilst hiding enough to keep the observer just wanting more. Right now, Jester's priority was working out how many credits a position on the moff council might cost her, what assets she might have to promise, whose moustache she might have to stroke. A small shudder went up her bare spine, was it the chill, or something else.

With that in hand thought she would focus on beginning to get her name known amongst the empire. It was already known amongst some of the upper echelons as her Umbral Lotus fleet had been running guns for the Empire since the early days, and her Imperial connections were an important part of her leverage in the now failed Slice Syndicate.

Jester looked around for her mark, sizing up the various dignitaries that might provide for both her entertainment and for connections in order to further her ambitions. "Hmm, a baroness, doesn't, military, perfect." she thought as she watched the pink form of Bella make her way across the room. Jester grabbed two glasses and walked to approach the woman.

"Baroness Bella," shoot, she didnt catch the surname, oh well "Let me present you with a drink, I've been dying to meet you. Your dress is beautiful and I've heard much of your exploits on the wing." she was lying, she obviosuly knew what the fighter corp were, but didnt know many actual names. If she was a legitimate ace she would be flattered, if she was a noble who was faking it, she would enjoy the toadying, there was little to lose and much to gain. If Bella took the glass she would raise a toast to whatever the toast of the moment, or to the empire, that was always an easy win.

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

Objective 1 - The Negotiator
​

"Whatever exploits you've heard," Maldor said, sweeping in to intrude upon Bella and Jester's emerging conversation, "they can't have done justice to reality."

He paused to bow lightly, "Pardon me for intruding. I am Maldor Mecetti. I was just coming to pay my respects to the Baroness, myself. Her feats of aerospace combat have quickly become legendary among my forces who have witnessed the engagements we've shared with her.

If I'm not mistaken, she is a triple-ace by now. It has been a delight to see your prowess in the field, Baroness."

His father's words echoed in his ears. Lessons taught over the years. The man had been somewhat aloof and cantankerous. But whenever he'd seen true talent, he had always recognized it. This had led him to form a network with the most talented people in any arena he entered. Such relationships only multiplied success.

He addressed Jester more directly, now. "I don't think I've had the pleasure, Madam."

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Bella Jester

 

[Bella]

Location: Grand Hall - Erilnar
Objective: Ah yes! The Negotiator!
Attire: Dress │ Shoes
Tag: Jester Maldor Mecetti

Bella had been lauded for her aerospace talents before. Such compliments were typically paid by crewmen, officers, troopers, and fellow pilots. In such cases, the Togruta responded to them with a grateful smile, before trying and likely failing to change the subject.

However, in this particular instance, given the high status of those paying the compliments, Bella considered herself to be extremely lucky that her skin was already pink.

“Thank you, both.” Bella answered, her eyes fluttering as she accepted the compliments and the drink offered by the Mirialan. “It is my privilege to fly for the Empire, Lady Jester, Lord Mecetti. My skills are just a natural consequence of being a pilot for my entire life.” The Baroness added truthfully, before acknowledging both of the taller figures with a pair of light bows. And indeed, her statement was more literal than either of the two social elites standing before her might realize. The Togruta had started her pilot training at the Fleet Academy of the Scintilla only a few months after emerging from her growth tube. Since then, she had flown fighter sorties for the Agents of Chaos, the Eternal Empire, then very briefly for the Galactic Alliance, and now for the Empire of the Lost.

And yet, retirement was the furthest thing from Bella’s mind. In that, the Togruta had come around to the fact that one day she might meet a fiery end in the skies or a cold one in the void. Even so, she had never once considered changing to a naval command track or even moving into flight training full-time, the latter of which she had only done sporadically.

In the meantime, Bella found her gaze briefly drawn to the Mirialan, who cut a lean, feminine figure in her sheer black dress. It was all she could do to resist the urge to gaze down so as to study the tattoos that were visible on her well-toned legs.

And so, clearing her throat, Bella briefly studied her drink and looked between both of the elites after they had gotten acquainted with each other, before offering a wide, dimpled smile.

“Perhaps a toast? To His Excellency, Emperor for life, Lover of all Porgs, Galactic Conqueror, and Genius with an IQ of over 1000, Imperial Emperor Kilran!” Bella said without missing a beat, a wide smile splayed over her features as she did.

“To the Emperor, of course.” She added then, with a playful smirk.

 

[Jester]

Location: Erilnar
Objective: 1. The Negotiator
Tag: Bella
Wearing: this

The pair were quickly approached by a tall man dressed in red and with an air of nobility around him, he introduced himself to the Togruta, it seemed her fighter exploits were genuine. He then turned to Jester and introduced spoke to her. She wondered where he sat in the command. He may be aware of the Umbral Lotus, the name she had given to her fleet which was part marauder, part legitimate front, her links to the Black Sun were more clandestine for now, you didn't go into a room of unknowns and start telling everyone you were a Vigo after all.

"I don't think I've had the pleasure, Madam."

"I am Jester of the Umbral Lotus," she smirked at Bella a little calling her Lady Jester, "If we wish for more formality I guess Lady Reeva Jiondee would be more fitting, although, I never really claim to be a lady." she moved her hips allowing the material on her dress so twist with her. She had spotted Bella's eye, she wondered if she was trying not to follow the chain tattoo that went from her kidney, round her hip before vanishing under her dress. She didn't mind, she hadn't dressed like this because she didn't want to be looked at.

"To the Emperor" she answered to Bella's long toast.

As there glasses went down she looked at Bella, "Tell me Baroness, are all of the Imperial fighter pilots as skilled or as beautiful as yourself? I plan on expanding the Umbral Fleet and perhaps folding it more formally into the empire, and I only like to count the best amongst my number." She had funded the construction of three new carriers within the Empire, currently unregistered but if she was to secure her ambitions of becoming an Imperial Moff, they would become an important of her fleet.

 

[Vyllia Santhe]

Objective: Ah yes! The Negotiator!
Location: Grand Hall
Outfit: Dress
Tag: The Voice of the Lost | Maldor Mecetti | Bella | Jester | OPEN

Vyllia was no warrior and she did not hold any Imperial title. There was no fanfare during her entrance into the soiree. This was just fine with Vyllia. Her family name might be the most recognizable in the Tion Cluster, their companies might have won just as many battles as Lord Maldor and Baroness Bella, but Vyllia did not come to Erilnar for pats on the back. Though there was real Santhe-Sienar business to be done here, the reason why Vyllia was here instead of one of her cousins or assistants was because she had heard that Maldor would be present.

Vyllia would be forced to take various meetings. She may not be a part of the Imperial government, but Santhe-Sienar would be a good contact to be made for Erilnar companies, certainly a more stable market for their goods than the Hutts would present. Being as big a name as hers she knew that business would come to her, so in the meantime Vyllia started moving towards the announced Imperial heroes. She had expected to get quite a bit of attention based on her dress, but as she approached Maldor she was more than a little bit intimidated by the dress that Baroness Bella was wearing, as well as the incredibly see-through dress worn by the striking Mirialan that was in conversation with Bella and Maldor.

Vyllia has a rare moment of panic. Normally the picture of confidence the head of the Santhe family wondered if what she had felt during a dance shared with Maldor had been one-sided. At the very least she questioned if she could compete with such exotic beauties if that was the sort of thing that would catch Maldor’s eye. Vyllia had been in a state of flux since the night she had met Maldor, swaying between her usual controlled self and a feeling of weightlessness that she had not experienced since her early teens. Vyllia gathered her confidence and approached the trio.

As she drew closer there was a bit of relief that the Mirialan’s focus seemed to be in talking with the Baroness. That left an opening for Vyllia to slide in next to Maldor and grab hold of his arm. ”I hope this is not a private party,” she hummed, clutching onto Maldor’s arm possessively. ”I was hoping that the great Baroness and Lord Mecetti would be available at some point during the party to help me close some deals before the Hutts swoop in and low ball me.”

 

[Akiya Orime]

Objective 2: The Ultimate Helmet
Location: Erilnar, Rocky terrain on the outskirts of the capital
Outfit: Velran’s Gift Dress
Tags: Hilal Vizsla | Sicarius Hekate

Akiya was just getting used to being content in the lab again. It had been a little while since she had heard from Hilal and she had been assigned an “assistant” to help her with projects. What projects Akiya wasn’t really sure about. The cloning operation was going along just fine, most of the time she was researching her own pet projects that she had started prior to being removed from her home by Velran Kilran . Now for some reason she was being sent out into the field along with Sicarius to find some ancient Mandalorian mask. It sounded like another Kamino waiting to bite her right in the butt.

The fact that the artifact was Mandalorian made Akiya pine for her friend. She was pouting the entire journey to Erilnar, not saying a word to Sicarius. Not that the two were gossiping gal pals anyway. The two were in a bad situation together, but that hadn’t yet created a positive bond. The fact that Akiya was somehow made Sicarius’ superior most likely didn’t do anything to help the situation. However things came to pass, Akiya was just going through the motions. Surely there were other agents of the Empire or the Enclave better equipped to recover the mask, or heck Velran could have sent Sicarius alone to prove herself if she was trained for such a thing.

Sicarius pawed at her Force collar, Akiya honestly felt sorry for her. Not only was she forced to do Velran’s work, but he took an intimate connection away from the woman. Akiya did nothing more than slowly shake her head at Sicarius’ complaints. She would correct them in a moment if she was able, but she was probably more powerless than Sicarius was, which was more than likely the reason that Velran put Akiya in charge. ”I’ve never handled a weapon in my life. Don’t look at me for protection. I’m the good luck charm…” she said the last with a huff. Everytime Akiya left the lab, some sort of disaster hit her. The only comfort was that Hilal was usually there. This time…

Akiya’s sad pouty face instantly perked into a wide smile as she heard Hilal’s voice and giggle. Akiya nearly jumped out of her shoes in excitement and was about to rush over and hug Hilal as tight as she ever had hugged anyone, but then was the mention of the person beside Akiya. Before Akiya could answer Sicarius jumped in.”This is Hilal. She’s kept me safe quite a few times. So yeah, since Velran has taken away your muscle, she’s the muscle.”

Akiya was more than happy to let Sicarius take the lead, but she had a feeling she would need to become a buffer between her “assistant” and Hilal. As they approached their destination Sicarius admitted that Hilal’s presence given the nature of the artifact might be of value and asked advice as to where to begin their search. ”Please don’t say a cliff overlooking the sea, a creepy old factory, a costume party…Oh frack it! It doesn’t matter where we look. Something strange is going to try to eat me…”

 

[Maestus]

Erilnar
Objective: 1

Outside the Grand Hall...

Planet of many lakes, is how Maestus thought of Erilnar. There was an exact count but honestly, what does that matter? Each was unique and spectacular in its own right. To lump them all together cheapened them all. And so it was the Lethan Twi'lek found herself on a grand balcony, just off the Grand Hall itself. The view from here was breath taking. The thought that she may very well be trespassing in someone's private balcony. The thought was laughed off, wafting on the evening's breeze. Little could be done about her presence out here, not at this point. Deciding, though, that it would suit her business interests to start the night's activities on the wrong foot. Casting the expansive horizon a final smile, she turned and made her way inside the Grand Hall.

Inside the Grand Hall...

With a dismissive wave, the announcer fell silent. He'd just taken a deep breath to herald the arrival of the Empire's newest moff. To his credit, he handled the change of plans like a champ, with grace and dignity. He dipped his head and stepped back to await the next arrival.

She did not rush in, with bright eyed naivety. Were she 20 years younger, perhaps. As things stood today, she knew the value in assessing a situation before entrenching oneself into it. She took a few steps within the Grand Hall, off to one side to allow an uninstructed view of the board and pieces in play. Let's see...

There was Maldor Mecetti , naturally. The reports that Maestus had ordered on the current council members for the Empire spoke glowingly of the heir. More than the words written, Maestus had sensed the urge within Maldor to be seen as his own man. To find him firmly ensconced with beauties the likes of Bella , the darling, and deadly ace of the Starfighter Corps; And the unknown and alluring Jester . The fact the Jester was, thus far, the only unfamiliar face made her the de facto target for the Empire's representatives. Maestus considered the circumstances while she swept across and towards a near serving droid. Moving smoothly, she liberated a fluted glass without breaking stride or casting even a glance at the droid or tray of glasses he carried.

Sipping as she moved, her every step across the Hall floor seemed to be just the right place at just the right time. Every step, the Hall lighting reflected brilliantly off the sequin-looking crystals sewn onto her gown for the evening. Strapless and backless, cut from a fabric something like a shimmersilk with a stretchy, clingy aspect. Black Smoke, the design of the fabric could be named. The base design was comprised of swirl patterns. Tight at the center, expanding outward with streaks of smoke grey and dull white. The fabric was upraised along the outer rings of each swirl, evidenced as Maestus absently traced the ridges on the fabric atop her left hip while she considered her options. Turning to glance over a shoulder, she smiled. Tables and chairs, perfect.

Gracefully turning her body, the overhead lighting highlighting the detail of her dress. The dress hem swept the floor behind her, a gentle rise and fall with each step. The hem in the front flickered with her knees, framing the crimson skinned and runic tattoos in black ink. Truthfully, her tattoos seemed to disappear into the swirl patterns of her dress. The way tattoo and fabric design aligned, should one notice, was uncannily accurate.

Safely off the main floor, she sunk into a very comfy chair. Well padded, with no expense spared in the fabric and upholstery craftsmanship. She reminded herself to inquire as to the artisan. She could do with a makeover at home. ​

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

Objective 1: The Negotiator
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"To the Emperor," Maldor repeated as he lifted a glass, sporting a slight smirk for how Bella had rendered the man's titles.

Then he looked to Jester, "Lady Jiondee. I had no idea." He dipped his head in respect.

"Now, I hope you're not letting the Baroness' modesty let you think she can be stolen away from us. We don't just let our best aces get poached by-"

His lips stopped moving. He felt her before she materialized beside him. His light smirk broadened into a genuine smile.

"My dear Lady Santhe, you are welcome at any party. The more private, the better, as far as I'm concerned."

He leaned a bit closer to her, seeming to debate the possibility of pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I have been bereft since last I saw you. Rest assured, no Hutt will swoop anywhere near your affairs while your allies are around."

He shrugged, "Besides, what could the Hutts possibly offer anyone that is comparable to the quality you possess?"

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The Voice of the Lost | Maldor Mecetti | Bella | Jester | OPEN Vyllia Santhe

 

[Prophet Mendacium]

Objective β: Monorail Claims Once More
Tag: Alicia Drey | Priscilla Li-Ves | The Voice of the Lost

As the first group finally rallied on the top of the train, they made orders amongst themselves, before two troopers went ahead of the rest. One crouched down as another stood behind him. They pulled rocket launchers from their backs, similar to the one that seemingly fired at Alicia, but the Trooper had no idea what - if anything - they would have been aiming at. The first group of twelve troopers were on the very last train car, as the two troopers in the lead of the group opened fire on the two cars ahead of them. The kneeling one fired at the hatch of the car directly ahead of them, the standing trooper fired a rocket launcher at the hatch of the car beyond that one. So, if the troopers were on car seven, car six and car five were hit by the blasts. The rockets were only meant to rip off the roof and hatches, giving any people below them cuts and bruises. Low Yield, intentionally.

The rest of the troops on the car prepared to see any faces popping out, reading to fire their blaster rifles at anyone who dared to challenge them. Accurate shots? Unlikely, the point was to distract. They would be intentionally preventing reinforcements to the rear car. The last twelve still on the tracks, had moved up after the previous speeder bikes fell away. They launched their grappling hooks as well, propelling themselves onto the rear car, car seven. These would be the troopers that were going to get into the rear train, and steal the valuables within. The first two that hopped up onto the train car immediately went to work on the hatch. If it was sealed, they would begin slicing it open with a torch. If not, they would tgest the waters by opening it.

"Mendacium, the two targeted cars have had their roofs removed, proceeding with the next part of the plan," the comms weren't particularly private, Mendacium didn't go to great lengths to disguise the communications. They had the basic tech for basic encryption. It's not like it mattered, nothing serious or useful was said over comms for the enemy to use. 'One can only hope there is as little interference from our new guest as possible,' he thought to himself as he rode with his escort, there were no true plans for Mendacium to get on the train, he just wanted to watch his plans be enacted. being in person, to see what needs improvement for the future, 'I mean to make these riches into something more physical this time, something more... refined. More... palatable.'