Dominion Web of Decpeption - AC dominion of the Rings of Rapture

[Spirit of Ashla]

Web of deception - AC Dominion of The Rings of Rapture
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Rings of Rapture​

The Rings of Rapture to the east of Ashlan Crusade are a wonder of the ancient galaxy, an amazing structure, unfortunately now damaged that would use the power of the nearby star to accelerate they whole ring into a hyperspatial orbit and induce a dreamlike state of hyperspace rapture in worshippers. Several discussions have been made about this ancient semi religious ruin, many devout Ashlans wish it dismantled in case it is ever used for dark purposes but others believe it should be repaired and its powers understood for its potential benefits to the Crusade, the solar power harnessing technology along would be a boon to many worlds.

But the Ashlans are not the only ones to have noticed this creation. It's Location, which is difficult to access and shrouded in mystery is a wonderful location for those who do not wish to be found. One such man is an old Sith, Christoph Inedia, with connections to the Midas Web, this old orb weaver has been using his connections to build up a power base on the rings from which he sallies forth and seeks to undermine the Crusade and commit crimes. His grand plan is that he can reactivate the rings and use them to increase his standing withing the cult of the whispering ones, a group of cultists who worship other space entities. It is his belief that activating the rings will allow him to thin the veil between real space and other space and contact his gods.

The Ashlans have had enough and he must be dealt with. The Midas Web, fearing direct confrontation with the Crusade had opted to stay out of it, if he has drawn this much attention, he is not one of theirs. But his connections have allowed him to amass an army of supporters to defend his assets.

A group of Jurors have been sent to the rings to either kill or capture the man. He will be dealt with once and for and his power base cleared out. He is a dangerous foe surrounded by loyal followers in a mysterious base her has had years to fortify, he must be under estimated.

Objective one
Unravel the Web

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Assail the rings of rapture, deep within the gravitational well of its attendant star. Fight through the loyalist forces and confront their master. Take care, there are many ways to get lost or otherwise killed in such a place, not least from the criminals there. Ashlan medics also recommend anti-radiation medication to be used as the old station is crumbling and very close to the star.

This is a PVE thread against criminals and battlegrounds in their empty on order to find and deal with their leader. The leader will be run as an NPC by me.

Objective two
Preserve or Destroy

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There is a debate raging whether this ancient structure should be repaired to its former glory, or whether this would be a blasphemy against Ashla due to its religious significance. The structure must be investigated for evidence to support either case and in any case it should be documented for Scientific and historic reasons.

This is a chance to explore and document one of the wonders of the ancient galaxy. See what treasures you might find and join the argument to its future.

Note: as this is a codex sub, no lasting changes can be made, so any irreparable destruction or rebuilding is for discussion points only.

Objective 3
The Web grows - BYOO

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A chance to explore related themes such as the Midas Web, the cult of the whispering ones and other rumours of ancient structure.

Thank you Ingrid L'lerim for making some lovely art for this.

 

[Rhiza Dural]

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Location: Heading towards the rings
Objective: Capture Christoph
Tags: OPEN

Spoiler: Equipment and links

Personal Equipment

• Red bladed dual phase light saber
• Electro-whip
• Riftblade
• Viper mk1 skinsuit
• Energy Bolas
• throwing shuriken
• Empyrean Gland

Starships

• Oubliette class transport
• HH-87 Starhopper
• Ballerina Interceptor mk ii

Rhiza Dural, Ashlan juror dropped out of hyperspace in her Oubliette transport and made her way closer to the gigantic ring structure floating in space. Their foe was somewhere on the rings, and Ashlan probes had, with some degree of error, narrowed down the search to an areas around 1km across. This was the areas Rhiza approached. As she flew in her ship did take fire, minor defensive fire from the station, but the Ashlan fleet at her back had scared away most patrolling fighters and destroyed any emplacements that were of realistic threat to the incoming Jury.

It was a shame that landing a major force aboard the station was not feasible as the enemy were well dug in to the maze of corridors and casualties would be too significant, the mission fell on the Jurors and the small number of hand picked attached warriors, their enhanced training and use of the force would lend them the ability to stsf ahead of their foes.

Yawning wide in front of her was large and abandoned hangar that she had chosen as her infiltration point, there were no defenders here so she dock her ship and choose the best course of action. Sensors were playing tricks on her though due to the intense radiation and gravity of the nearby star, so she had to remain vigilant on the final approach for any traps or ambushes.

"We've arrived" she spoke to the others in the ship with her. "May Ashla be with us"

 

[Mithara Cohen]

There was so much history here, among the rings of this strange and should been destroyed station. A vent would pop off rather violently as shadowy tendrils slowly pushed out of the vent with then an individual being pushed out and sat on the ground. The Dark Side had started to coat over the mans soul the longer he stayed with this strange being that he had been afflicted with, one that had enhanced his powers yet also gave him purpose. Looking over towards the side, he started to move as the tendrils snaked around every corner, as if looking for him.

There was a powerful artifact here, lost through time itself that he himself wanted desperately and so badly. A gap was on the floor, which was easily hooked and pulled over which made things easier. This other being in him, made life almost a breeze with almost no complications. No need to jump when one can simply walk over it...a person was nearby, he could sense the life nearby. One of the tendrils would go around the corner and stab forward, emitting a quick gasp from the victim before falling, the lifeforce being drained from the victim before retracting.

It was delicious...it wanted more, he merely shook his head. Mithara was in control, not it...and it will dictate when it should be fed. Even if it protested over and over again...it will listen and it will feast when he decides it is time.

Rhiza Dural

 

[Elysium Dusk]

Post: 1
Objective: Monsters
Equipment: Dusk Reaper x2 | Hair Sticks (Concealed knives) | CrushGasunts | Explosive Knife | Throwing Daggers | Double-bladed boot | X2 Laser knife | Neuronic whip | Multi-weapon | Smoke Bombs | Morturian energy disk | Echani light armor
Tags: Rhiza Dural | OPEN

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Elysium had her eyes closed and was meditating as the ship she was on approached the Mega structure. Her thoughts dwelling on her fight with Kyrel Ren , where she had been decimated left for near dead in the end. The only thing that saved her was she had been buried under rumble of an old crumbling building. Her mind went over and over that fight as she had recovered from her wounds how she could have approached it better. How she could take his soul and deliver it to Ta'ree as was demanded by the God she followed. However, Kyrel's name still remained at the top of list of souls that needed to be delivered, another name had been called forth. That of a one who declared themselves a sith Christoph Inedia.

Her swords hummed slightly as they grew closer to the super structure, they hungered for the end of the dark soul this place harbored. After a few moments of meditating on how she could have done things differently on Panatha with no clear truth coming forth, she opened her eyes. As the Ship got closer, she looked out a view port and she saw the behemoth structure. It reminded her of home in the Rift and the technologies her people had designed. This one was different though she didn't recognize the architecture. She had to wonder who built this maybe the Celestials? Maybe the infinite Empire? Or maybe it was some unknown race her people had never interacted with.

It wasn't much longer, and the ship was docking in open hanger, the Hum off her swords getting a little louder. "Soon." She said as she patted them with gloved hands. She turned and headed for the exit of the ship but stopped as sharp pain came to her mind and she quickly closed her eyes. It almost felt like a slight pull of hyperspace with a quick flashing vision of something she could not describe. A thing off indescribable horror so grotesque and dark. There was an evil to this place she thought to herself as she stepped off the ship. After a few moments her mind cleared, and she knew she need to push on.

"Ta'ree guide me, protect my soul from the darkness in this place." She whispered to herself.

 

[Daozu Pyke]

Tags: Mairéad Solus

Daozu had little mind for the trappings of history. Let the past die, as those that lived it had... that was the sentiment that often found its way into the Pykes head. The past was a relic, meant to be studied, but never to be embraced. There was not meaning in looking back when one could push forward, much as he had since he found his footing within the Web. The Pykes had continued their own search for their past glory, a fever dream that Daozu found dizzying at best. Nevertheless, there were many that lingered in the forgotten memories of old. Memories that, in some cases, one wanted to erase...

He sat calmly in the room, remaining silent as he let another huff of spice loose within his mask. He had been waiting for some time at this point, and was growing weary of his soon to be guest's lack of presence.

"Where is she?"

His guards remained silent, their faces showing the fear that resonated deep within them. Daozu wasn't a particularly dangerous man, at least not in the way that many warriors were seen. He couldn't kill an opponent outright... he could barely shoot straight. But not all danger is so forthright...

"We have heard no word... sir..."

His masked gaze subtly shifted toward the guard that had finally broken the silence, his demeanor remaining as calm as ever as he stared the poor Nikto down.

"I'm well aware... and my question still stands..."

The Nikto guard was quick to shut his mouth after that, having realized that his comment was both unwarranted and unnecessary. His own eyes darted back to his companion, hoping to break the cold, endless stare of Daozu. If circumstances had permitted, the Pyke would have simply forced his other companion to shoot him, but unfortunately, he needed them both...

"Perhaps her proposition will be worth the wait. We will have to see..."​

 

[Mairéad Solus]

Location: Cantonica City on way to meeting
Objective: Meet with the Midas Web
Tags: Daozu Pyke Ivory Stroud

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol
Marzanna
Datapad

Mairéad sat in the Family limousine as it purred through the streets of the criminal mecca that was Cantonica City. She the vehicle carried her and her Donna, Ivory Stroud . Mairéad had arranged this sit down with a member of the Midas web for a couple of reasons. First and foremost to her was to have her bounty with the Ashlan Holy Jury quietly removed, and her contact told her the only people in Ashlan space with their claws in the right place were the web.

The other was for the Family, establishing or further a new connection with a syndicate in an untapped area of space could be very profitable, and being the one that brought this to the table of the Donna would increase her own standing with the impressive woman. But first things first they had to get there. To a smallish venue nearby the old grand casino which was still even nearly 2 years later, a ruin compared to its former glory, although significant construction had gone ahead to repair the damage.

"Gemini and her coalition, I think that was" She said to Ivory as she pointed to the scar in the city. "They lifted the casino right out of the ground and flew off with it." she laughed and leaned back as they approached the final destination.

It was a small and unassuming place, perfect for someone who wanted to operate in the shadows. Mairéad waited for one of the goons to open the door and she stepped out in her summery attire, if anyone asked, they were just a couple of women on holiday to fritter away some wealth. She offered her hand to the Donna to guide her out of the luxury vehicle and towards the golden plated doors of the casino.

"Has the family dealt with pykes much before? I saw them about a lot before I was free, we were always told they were fearsome monsters under those masks." she laughed at the thought, years later finding out they were just to serve their spice habit. She would stop and listen to any advice Ivory might have to empart before they entered, but time was short and they needed to get in promptly to avoid being late.

 

[Lothaire]

Be it arrogance or faith, Lothaire knew in his heart that the Crusade would deal with this affair swiftly and righteously. There was little need for his assistance in the exploration of the strange city, though curiosity tugged at his heart. There were far more important matters to tend to, those of politics and birthright.

His claim to the throne was not yet recognized by most. His blood, proven to be purely of the Kaiser's, was not enough to make him worthy in the eyes of much of the gentry and clergy. He was a bastard, born of passion and out of wedlock, rather than a child of a marriage sanctified by the goddess. His birth was one of sin and to some that meant corruption was inevitable.

If he was to prove to them that he was as incorruptible as his progenitors, then he would need to take an active hand in the management of the realm, whether the elders liked it or not.

He stood at the encampment established by the first Ashlan explorers in the center of a command tent. Several Ashlan dignitaries were present, their respective retinues gathered within and without. For his part, young Lothaire was flanked by two Praetorian droids. His helmet was pressed to his chest beneath his arm, visage that of barely contained energy, like a shotgun just waiting to explode at the earliest opportunity.

Far from the stoic calm of his father.

"I know little of this ring," Lothaire's voice carried the stony tenor of his progenitor, though it carried a bit more of an officer's twist to it. The Prince-Chaplain's green eyes narrowed as his gaze fell on an Ugnaught priest. "Wéi eng Wichtegkeet ass et op d'Awunner?" He asked in perfect Essonian.

The priest just stared at him with obvious confusion, then burgeoning embarrassment.

"I do not speak the holy tongue my prince." The Ugnaught snorted.

Lothaire's brow furrowed. "Dir rufft Iech selwer e paschtouer?" Displeasure colored his tone. "You'd do well to learn it Father Schaust. My father may have tolerated the core language running rampant in the empire, but things will change when I am on the throne. Essonian culture will be properly appreciated."

"It is not that I do not appreciate it your grace, it is only...difficult for me to speak with my mouth being what it is." Schaust rubbed a hand over his pudgy snout.

Lothaire's displeasure faltered for a moment, a bolt of regret flashing across his face before it shifted to that of stone. "Ah...well, you'd still do well to learn it so that you might understand it. The holy texts are best understood in the tongue they were written in."

"Perhaps so." Schaust grumbled, clearly put off by the affair.

Some of the other dignitaries had noticed too, and were beginning to look on with displeasure and confusion. Some among them cracked small smiles and offered Lothaire approving looks.

"But anyway," Lothaire shook his head, "I understand the economic value, but what is its value in spiritual terms?"

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Heinrich Faust: Grand Marshal of the Ashlan Crusade

Tags: Lothaire , Isla Draellix-Kobitana

As the Crusade expanded its reach within the Tingel Arm, they seemed to uncover new mysteries lurking in every corner. Mysteries that could threaten their great presence within the Arm, or perhaps aid them in their efforts. Each had been dealt with in turn, but with each passing moment, the shroud of the unknown continued to grow, often throwing the upper echelons of Ashlan Command into a frenzy of heated debate. The voices of the various groups within the Crusade were growing louder, and lines were slowly forming within the political structure of the Crusade. What this meant for their future, the Grand Marshal couldn't say... but for now, he would simply maintain his duties in loyal service to the cause.

He had made it a point to arrive fashionably late to the proceedings in an effort to avoid the usually dry political rhetoric that came along with a simple hello. Heinrich was no politician, after all, despite the time he had spent in his current office. Yet, there were expectations, and one had to maintain such expectations in order to keep the wolves at bay.

The first voice he heard as he entered was that of the Prince-Chaplain, a young, brash man that Heinrich had only recently become aware of. Though he and Cedric shared many things, the Kaiser still opted to keep some things close to his chest... including the existence of his son. Heinrich couldn't blame him, as there were those within their ranks that would consider such a child as unworthy of the Grayson name. Despite such rumblings, Heinrich would look past the young man's origins and seek to guide him to a brighter path... assuming he would heed the Grand Marshal's words.

"Eng laang vergiess Wichtegkeet, Prënz."

Having dealt with such a wide variety of peoples since joining the Crusade, Heinrich hadn't used his mother tongue as much as he used too. Nevertheless, he sounded as if he had never skipped a day in all these years.

"Och wa mir eis Theorien hunn."

He stepped forth, a pair of Veilbearers at either side as he made his way into the room. He didn't often allow the Veilbearers to follow him, as he valued his privacy. Yet, their presence remained a subtle reminder to others of his station. A small show to those that might question his authority among this gathering of debating minds.

"Spiritually, I can't say that I have an answer. What I do see, however, is potential scientific merit. There may yet be use for such a structure, should we be able to study it. Though we will have to ensure that it is safe to do so before we can carry out any further studies."

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

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Location: Conference Chamber
Objective: Discuss the rings
Tags: Lothaire Heinrich Faust

Spoiler: Isla's Personal Gear

Admiral's Sabre
Ashlan Rosary
Kaldrweave military uniform
Personal guard of Ashlan Praetorian droids
Overseer Biochip OPBC-01a
Diamond snowflake necklade

Personal Diplomatic Transport -
Bucephalus Class Fast Diplomat

Wearing: this and this made of Kaldrweave

Isla walked into the chamber and her two Praetorian droids in her preferred which and gold livery stood down and positioned them amongst the other guard units of the gathered dignitaries, she hardly needed them here, but it was a mark of her status and something that she was simply accustomed to these days. She looked about at the others "Heinrich, my friend, how are you? It feels like forever since we have seen each other!" Isla smiled, very happy to see him here, before looking over at Prince Lothaire.

He appearance had been strange and had suprised many people including her, she wasnt sure what to think of him yet. She didnt doubt the fact that he was Cedric's blood, she did question whether that blood automatically gave him the credentials of a great leader. She would not say it publicly, but she had believed that the eventual death of Cedric Greyson without an heir would be a clean and poetic end to his noble bloodline and a move onto a newer form of leadership. Cardinal Demici had made an excellent head of state in the Emperor's name, and she felt she had performed well as prime minister of the Ashlan Government. Reverting to traditional imperial rule, particularly under someone who understandably had a lot to prove, could undo a lot. But Isla was a loyalist and not prone to sedition, she would fulfil the role that Ashla laid out for her.

"Gudden Dag Prënz Lothaire, et ass eng Freed Är Bekannten ze hunn. Et gëtt vill ze diskutéieren." She spoke to the Prince and nodded her head politely. Her Essonian always seem to have a very slight atrisian accent to it, even though her Galactic standard didn't, it was an odd quirk that pleased her mother greatly.

"Spiritually the rings are an heirloom of a long dead cult, as far as I am concerned they bear little importance to the Ashlan Faith, but a priest might be able to shed more specific light on that.

However, as Lord Faust has established, their is scientific interest in the rings. From an economic standpoint, understanding their technology and the way the efficiently draw power from the star and store it could be very useful for our civilisation."

She thought of the many worlds around the Kaisereich and their different needs, clean energy generated from a star that would last long after the last sentient had become one with the force would be a boon. Unless she was confronted with existentially dangerous evidence to the contrary, she saw no reason for their destruction.
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[Ivory Stroud]

Tags: Mairéad Solus Daozu Pyke
Objective: Attend the meeting

The Donna shared a laugh with the young woman seated beside her, envisioning the infamous Pirate & her crew of scoundrels whooping & hollering at the promise of a payday. The Kraken Coalition had well-earned their reputation for daring & insane maneuvers such as that, and Ivory grinned - peering through the tinted window of the Fiora AV at the old Casino. She shook her head before leaning back in her seat, then brought a glass of champagne to her lips - finishing the nearly-empty glass in a single mouthful.

She reached out and set the class down on a small table - unconcerned that it would tip over. Magnetic ore, woven into the base of each of the glasses in the limousine's stock, kept them steady even under erratic movements. "What a haul..." She said, under her breath.

The limousine pulled up to the establishment, and the engine idled - purring quietly. One of The Family's soldiers, from the passenger side, exited the vehicle and approached - opening the door and letting Mairéad Solus out first. The Donna scooted toward her and took the young woman's offered hand, standing to her full height. The Family's Capo De Tutti Capi wore a thigh-length black skirt & double-breasted coat topped with silver buttons, and she wore upon her feet a pair of elegant (and expensive) black heels which were laced across her porcelain skin. On her left hand, a small silver ring with a black face sparkled in the sunlight - a Signet Ring, bearing the crest of the Underworld Syndicate. A plethora of tattoos which covered her arms & chest were on display, marking this woman as no stranger to pain... and, to those with the eye to see, a veteran of prisons across the Galaxy. Not all of the artwork had been produced by a steady hand or with the best tools.

Ivory smoothed out her skirt and flashed an appreciate smile at her companion, stepping forward so their suited bodyguard could close the door.

"Has the family dealt with pykes much before? I saw them about a lot before I was free, we were always told they were fearsome monsters under those masks."

"We have business with one of the Pyke Syndicates for our spice production, but they are often quite aloof and difficult to read." She replied, speaking quietly - only loud enough for Mairead to hear her. "No. Not monsters. They're actually quite lovely... to the right person."

Ivory had joined the young woman at Mairead's request, and taken it upon herself to mentor the budding Mandalorian-turned-Mafiosa. The Donna was a master of such clandestine meetings, and her expertise had been sought-out for just this reason. If Mairead faltered or failed, Ivory was willing to speak on her behalf.

The Donna turned toward her Enforcer, violet eyes peering at her from beneath the wide-brimmed fedora which covered her head of braided, long, raven-black hair. "The Pykes are a dangerous lot, but not in the traditional sense. They have wealth, and they have power... but they're more likely to poison you than they are to kill you up-close. They are clever, Mairead. Do not expect something for nothing."

And with that, the trio would be free to enter the golden archway into the belly of the beast.

 

[Lothaire]

A light smile graced his otherwise severe countenance as the poetic familiarity of Essonian filled the air. He'd spent the majority of his life speaking the language of the fatherland in service of the Officer's corps and had only mastered proper basic into his late teens. His accent had developed similarities to the Coruscanti aristocracy as folk of such noble blood had tutored him in the language, but his Essonian was strong and harshly native. As far as he was concerned, Lothaire's very blood ran Essonian blue.

"Et ass mir eng grouss Freed d'Mammesprooch ze héieren, déi vun deenen an eisen héchsten Echelons geschwat gëtt. Gréiss un Iech zwee, Premier Minister, Grand Maréchal." He would set his helm upon the center table and offer a deep bow to each of his superiors. He knew much of them both, both from living as a citizen under their rule and the tutelage of his more politically inclined beneficiaries. They'd served his father faithfully since the earliest days of the Crusade and had shepherded their people for many years in the enigmatic Kaiser's absence.

Where the man was, not even Lothaire knew. Granted, he'd spoken all of two words to the Kaiser since his thirteenth birthday, but that was just a detail. Soon enough, if he proved himself, he was certain the old man would return and bestow Lothaire with his blessing. Perhaps they might even have a conversation.

"If this religion has no ties to the goddess, then it is a pagan faith. We cannot tolerate any heresy lest the Sith take notice and infect our lands with their disease once again." The youth stated matter-of-factly. To him, the solution was clear and easy. "If it bears scientific and economic value, better to dismantle the place and study its make than to empower a foreign false god."

Isla Draellix-Kobitana , Heinrich Faust

 

[Daozu Pyke]

Tags: Mairéad Solus

The ceaseless wait continued, weighing upon Daozu's mind in a haze almost as endless as that of the one provided to him by the spice. His patience wore thin, prompting him to take another hit from the tubes within his mask.

"Sir, they seem to be clo-"

His hand reached for his hip, producing a blaster at almost lightning speed. The bolt struck the Nikto through the eye, dropping him instantly...

Okay... so maybe he could shoot straight after all.

"I pray there will be no further unneeded comments. What do you say?"

The Weequay guard simply said nothing.

"I appreciate your appreciation for the nuances of speech. Perhaps you have your use after all..."

Daozu understood that timing in the criminal world was a fickle mistress. One would state that they would arrive in a few minutes, but that likely meant anywhere from a few minutes to a couple of hours. Despite this, the Pyke hated to be kept waiting.

"Once they arrive, inform them that they are not to bring any guards. Should they refuse, then tell them that the deal is off. Should they press, reiterate it to them in terms that they might understand."

No further explanation was needed. Should they try to strong arm the Pyke, they would find themselves in a rather precarious position. Daozu knew his value, and he knew what leverage came with such value. Should they attempt to make a show of strength, they would simply come away with nothing... especially if it cost the Pyke his life. The Web didn't operate the way other organizations of their ilk did. One could cut the head, and another would still remain. As such, Daozu would simply wait, knowing that he would get what he wanted... one way, or another...​

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Heinrich Faust: Grand Marshal of the Ashlan Crusade

Tags: Lothaire , Isla Draellix-Kobitana

"Et ass eng Zong déi am meeschte wäert geschwat gëtt, wéi Dir wësst."

Heinrich acknowledged the new-found prince's eagerness to accentuate the necessity of proper Essonian dialogue, though he could not help but to feel that the young heir was all too eager. Perhaps the trappings of youth, or inexperience. Whatever it may be, the Grand Marshal simply hoped that he could impart his own knowledge onto the future Kaiser.

Heinrich's eyes turned toward Isla, a smile producing itself as he spoke.

"Indeed it has, though I do seek an audience soon. There are matters that need to be discussed that would greatly interest the Prime Minister."

He kept it vague purposefully, not intending to relinquish too much information about his interaction with the Prime Minister's sister. After all, there were those among them that might not understand the nuances of the situation, and Heinrich fully intended to keep his word of secrecy.

"The Prime Minister's words ring true, my Prince."

His eyes darted over to the brash young heir that stood before them.

"While you are correct, it is of pagan faith, we cannot discredit the potential value in studying such a structure."

The young man was devout, that much was for sure. Heinrich had no doubt that the good Cardinal was already plotting to dig his holy claws into the heir-apparent. That would be another note kept to himself, however. He respected the Grayson name, and would serve them to the end, despite his personal opinions on those around them.

"We will maintain a presence around the Ring, of course. Studies will not be allowed without protection. But to deny the potential knowledge to be gained is folly. For at least, would we not like to better understand what weapons may be brought against us?"

A brief pause...

"Underestimating the power of our enemies is what brought Tython to a near-end, after all. We must consider the weight of such a device, and study it accordingly. Anything less would certainly be foolish."

Perhaps a half step too far, when regarding the prince. Thankfully, Heinrich felt stable enough in his position to poise such a question.

 

[Rhiza Dural]

Location: Heading towards the rings
Objective: Capture Christoph
Tags: Elysium Dusk Mithara Cohen

Spoiler: Equipment and links

Personal Equipment

• Red bladed dual phase light saber
• Electro-whip
• Riftblade
• Viper mk1 skinsuit
• Energy Bolas
• throwing shuriken
• Empyrean Gland

Starships

• Oubliette class transport
• HH-87 Starhopper
• Ballerina Interceptor mk ii

"Dusk? Is it?" Rhiza asked as she approaches the door of the hangar they had taken and ignited her bright red light saber "Are you OK? You seem off balance?" she wasn't sure what it was, just a momentary change in her body language perhaps. "You can talk if needed, I won't judge like some of the others, but we are out numbered here and I need whatever game you are bringing yeah?" she grinned, bearing her sharp zygerrian teeth before plunging the red blade through the door to begun cutting into the corridor beyond. It only took her a few seconds to break though, it was pitch dark beyond with no signs of habitation.

"I hope we haven't been sent to the wrong place? That way" she pointed in the direction of the largest sense of life she could detect and began padding softly down that way. Her graceful nature causing very little sound of her footfall to trigger an ambush it was possibly three hundred metres before she stopped and thought to herself mindfully. If sh3 was setting this place up, she would have traps, or at the very least some way of detecting intruders.

"Smoke?" she asked as she lit up a stick and inhaled before exhaling into the corridor. It appears the force had blessed her with this inspiration as not three metres ahead, on the limits of the smoke cloud was a faint flickering beam of green light across the corridor. She couldn't tell what it was connected to, but breaking it just felt wrong. She she would slow their progress and suggest they start to search for traps as they go. The sense of life was growing now and she could feel that they were nearly on top of the first potential defenders, they would have to keep their wits about them and expect engagement at any moment.

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

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Location: Conference Chamber
Objective: Discuss the rings
Tags: Lothaire Heinrich Faust

Spoiler: Isla's Personal Gear

Admiral's Sabre
Ashlan Rosary
Kaldrweave military uniform
Personal guard of Ashlan Praetorian droids
Overseer Biochip OPBC-01a
Diamond snowflake necklade

Personal Diplomatic Transport -
Bucephalus Class Fast Diplomat

Wearing: this and this made of Kaldrweave

Indeed it has, though I do seek an audience soon.

Isla's chest shook as she laughed lightly "How long have we known each other now? You don't need to call it that." It was long beyond a decade now and they had gone through so much, she made a mental command and SAINT sent some details to arrange this meeting with Heinrich Faust . She was curious now what he might have to discuss.

"As you say Lothaire , this is a pagan religion, but it is long gone. Other than the small Sith incursion that out Jurors are currently burning out, there seems to be little draw round them.

Studying the station in it current state would be much better than taking it apart and trying to rebuild it elsewhere, there are too many variables to consider."

The Prime Minister gave a slight confident smirk. "And if we cant keep a station clean, what is that to say about our ability to hold the Stygian Caldera."

She admired the conviction of faith in the man, but being too quick to burn things entirely was a mistake that some in the Crusade had made in the past, it was one of Isla's strengths as a moderate and the reason she had been as successful as she had. Heinrich had similar strength, able to see beyond immediate convictions to the greater needs of the Crusade.

"Speaking of the jurors, I have just received an update that our personnel have made landing on the station." she smiled, relaying the information as it came through on her implant. "It's only a matter of time before it is clear and we can begin our research."
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[Mairéad Solus]

Location: Cantonica City on way to meeting
Objective: Meet with the Midas Web
Tags: Daozu Pyke Ivory Stroud

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol
Empyrean gland
Marzanna
Datapad

"Nothing is ever free, but not having my name sat on an Ashlan list would make me feel much more comfortable." she laughed a little and adjusted her outfit.

Mairéad nodded at the doorman who didn't even check them, they were expected and quite striking in their appearance, no need to give the impression of excessive security outside in public. The only request was that the muscle would wait outside. Mai gave the Donna smirk, she expected this would be the case and was confident in their own abilities so wouldn't put up a fuss. Ivory herself made a face, Mai suspected it was more out of the show of disrespect from their host than any concern for her safety.

The Donna made a subtle hand signal in Kosa Nostra undetectable by those not trained in its use. <Wait here, if hear blasters, signal car - find us>

The pair followed the Pyke-man in to the venue, it was dimly lit and the air was filled with acrid smoke. She knew exactly what that was, the smell of half burned spice leaking from the different burning apparatus available. She had never liked spice, whether that came from her personal dealing with spice addled slavers or just personal taste, she couldn't be certain. As they walked she slid open her own cigarra tin and slid out an Ivory, offering one to the Donna too. The more familiar smell and taste of Fiora put her at ease compared to the Harsh Pyke smoke.

Finally, in front of her was Daozu Pyke , sat calmly at his table as some staff cleared up whomever that was. "Good afternoon, I'm glad to be able to meet face to face. I am Mairéad Solus, and this is my Donna as we discussed." Mairéad was taking care not to do Ivory Stroud the disrespect of making too much introduction for her, but this meeting was her idea after all and some leading of the conversation would likely be expected. The Pyke already knew why she wanted to talk, he might even be about to hand her over for the bounty himself, but the fact he deigned to show up in person made her confident he was hear to talk about a deal.

Character of Ivory Stroud used with permission

 

[Lothaire]

Lothaire had grown rather used to being the most senior voice in the room rather quickly after being named prince. He'd always been the man in charge when it came to his peers at the academy, though such was not the case concerning his superiors. Since his ascension from normal military life, and pretense of superiors to his station had quietly melted away. Those that would have guided him and ordered him along now knelt as his coming and offered words of benefaction, most trying to earn the savor of a starling prince in hopes patronage once he'd taken the throne.

The Prime Minister and the Grand Marshal were not such people. His title, whilst powerful, was not wholly official and whether the duo chose to listen to him or not was entirely of their own volition. Combined, they wielded enough power to tell just anyone to go feth themselves save for the Kaiser himself, and even then, they could likely get him to abdicate if such was required.

Probably the same of him then too. Better to be cautious.

"Tython was not our fault. It was that of the alliance," he responded quickly and surely. "They're too lax. They let folk do whatever they wish and wonder why their offices get bombed and their leaders turn out to be snakes. But," he paused, gaze darting from martial to the minister. "You do have a point. I suppose a bit of study before disassembly is not wholly impure, I only worry that our scientists might uncover secrets better left forgotten. It is the Bogan's nature to deceive those with good intent."

The youth was a fledgling theologian and hardly a preacher, but his faith was young and lively. He'd been spending his downtime pouring over his father's writing, or what writings he could get his hand on at the very least. The corruptive nature of the Bogan and its many methods of deceit had been a chief topic amidst those pages.

"I am certain they will do their part," Lothaire muttered in response to the arrival of the judges. He stepped aside, dragging up a wooden rocking chair he'd requested be bought into the tent, and settled down alongside the center table. Eyes green like seafoam narrowed tiredly as he looked between the duo. "Truth be told I'm a bit jealous of their efforts. I was not raised with the intent of remaining in the tent," he huffed a quiet chuckle, "But destiny is a cruel mistress. Please, Prime Minister, Grand Martial, let us set aside this talk of import and discuss something more personal."

The lessersin the room quietly stepped aside, some meandering off toward the sides of the tent, other leaving entirely. A protocol droid sauntered up from the shadows, a pipe filled with embered leaves outstretched to the youth. The young prince took it gratefully, contentedness flashing across his visage as he took a long drag, and blew out a long, slow white cloud.

"You both know my father better than anyone within the Crusade, and I'd venture to say even then not particularly well given what I know of him." Lothaire leaned forward, pipe clenched between his teeth, childish curiosity brimming in his eyes. "What's he like?"

Isla Draellix-Kobitana , Heinrich Faust

 

[Ivory Stroud]

The dark atmosphere & acrid stench of burning Spice hung heavily in the air as The Donna & her subordinate met with the helmeted Pyke. Ivory made no discernible change in expression, careful to keep her distaste for the smell private. She'd used Spice in the past, but had little love for the drug itself; The Family, as an unspoken rule, did not condone its use by those involved in the Syndicate but only limited it if it began to affect daily affairs.

The "request" that their bodyguard remain in the entry did not sit well with the Crime Lord. The Family only relied on coercion when diplomacy failed... but, all things considered, Ivory was confident she & Mairead could handle themselves easily enough if this sit-down turned sour. The Donna gave her Soldier a simple order in Code-Sign, and he nodded - remaining silent. He knew his place, and would do precisely as instructed.

Side-by-side with her companion, Ivory followed the Pyke through the Casino - accepting the cigarra that was offered and bringing it to her lips before reaching between her bosom and producing a small rectangular device from within: a Point-Nadir P-Series Lighter, and a faithful companion which traveled everywhere with her. She depressed the trigger atop the device, producing a brilliant azure-blue flame which roared to life - using it to set the rolled cigarra alight. Then, she lowered her hand, keeping the lighter in her palm.

It would pass close inspection & appear to be nothing more than a lighter, should anyone question her possession of it. The device's low-yield EMP Pulse would be triggered with the touch of a button, and might buy them a few seconds if she deemed it necessary. Not even Mairead knew its capabilities, and The Donna kept it that way.

The group finally entered the meeting place, with The Donna only casually glancing upon the remains of a body as it was removed. She stood beside Mairéad Solus , bowing her head respectfully toward the seated Pyke before them.

"The Family sends its regards to the Midas Web; thank you for agreeing to a sit-down." She said, all-business - awaiting direction from Daozu Pyke

 

[Daozu Pyke]

Tags: Mairéad Solus , Ivory Stroud

The body was being dragged out just as the pair had entered the room, though D
aozu paid it know mind. Simply the trash being taken out, nothing more. He took a moment to silently size up his guests, taking note of whatever capabilities they may have. There wasn't much to be gleaned at face value, though he suspected that was intentional on their part. Best to not give away too much when doing business, after all.

"The Web welcomes you in turn. Pardon the mess, just a bit of light housecleaning."

The comment was followed by another long inhale of spice as the Pyke leaned back in his chair, motioning to a pair of seats across from him at the table.

"Please, take a seat."

A quick finger snap produced a group of staff from seemingly thin air, each carrying drinks as they readied the table.

"I have been meaning to speak with The Family about potential joint business ventures, so I was quite thrilled to hear of your desire to meet. I must say, though, the circumstances were quite... surprising."

An emotionless glance from behind his mask shot over to Mairdred. Daozu had taken his time looking into the matter of her bounty within Ashlan Space, having hoped to learn a bit more about the person he was about to invite to his table. It was certainly no small sum of money, perhaps even enough to tempt the Pyke to turn her in himself. But that would be bad business, and Daozu hated bad business.

"But I am getting ahead of myself. Please, make yourselves comfortable and we can get to business."​

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Heinrich Faust: Grand Marshal of the Ashlan Crusade

Tags: Lothaire , Isla Draellix-Kobitana

Heinrich only offered a laugh in response to the Grand Admiral's comment. They certainly had become very close friends since they first set out on their journey to liberate the Tingel Arm, yet Heinrich still struggled with breaking through protocol from time to time. It was, perhaps, a roadblock that the Grand Marshal might never overcome. Thankfully, Isla was understanding enough when it came to Heinrich's inevitable formality.

"Excellent. I am sure the Jury will manage to root out any potential lingering threats. I've also taken the liberty of contacting Magister Kaarz in an effort to deploy some of his forces within the structure. Once the Jurors have cleared the Ring, his troops will establish a working security detail. I presume you have already made similar arrangements with the navy."

A quick look shot over to Lothaire at the mention of the Alliance. Heinrich was a Graysonian Loyalist through and through, though his opinion of the Alliance had softened up in recent years. Primarily, he couldn't help but to feel sympathy for the members of the NJO, whom he believed to have been thrown to the wolves by the Senate. Nevertheless, he often found himself at odds with some of the more zealous members of the Crusade, as of late, though he would keep that to himself for now.

"The Alliance has had their troubles, that much is certain. Though I must admit, the conniving, slithering shadow of the Maw has turned out to be even more treacherous than any could imagine."

It wasn't far off from truth. Even Heinrich had found himself surprised at the continued efforts of the galaxy's greatest threat, especially as reality broke around him upon the raging battlefield of Tython.

"This being said, we will make sure to take every precaution. Should the structure prove to be dangerous, we will handle it accordingly."

There was a certain assertiveness to his tone, almost as if he were seeking to press the slightest hint of dominance over the young Prince. It wasn't an offensive tone, simply one that exhibited the Grand Marshal's experience. He knew in his heart that, should this truly be Cedric's heir, then the Kaiser would want Heinrich to help guide him on the right path.

When Lothaire spoke of personal matters, Heinrich shot another look over to Isla. Through his strong and brash exterior, it seemed that there was still a son seeking to learn of his father. Heinrich waited for those that had no business speaking to leave the room, nodding for the guards to close the door behind them.

"I assume you wish to hear of his skill in battle, charismatic leadership, or his unwavering devotion to Ashla. And you would be correct... he possesses those qualities and more..."

A slight smile produced itself on the face of the Grand Marshal as he recalled all of those years serving along side the Kaiser.

"In truth, your father is a very complex man. One that has worn a heavy crown upon his head, even before the days of the Crusade. One doesn't walk such a path without their fair share of scars to show."

His eyes drifted down to his cybernetic hand, the one he had lost fighting Solipsis alongside Cedric in the ruins of the old Grand Jedi Temple.

"I suppose we all possess similar scars, in one form or another."

Breaking away from the focus on his hand, Heinrich turned toward the Prime Minister once again.

"I can imagine that Isla may have similar to say of him, though I'm sure she has her own thoughts as well."