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  1. A galaxy-wide announcement halted every other broadcast, littered with images of the Echani Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance, Tenebris E'lann, clasping the hand of the young Imperial Head of State, Raven Zinthos. E'lann-Zinthos Treaty Signed "Following massive losses on the Imperial capital of Carida and multiple terrorist attacks on Coruscant, the threat of the Sith seems to have been enough to push the Imperials and the Galactic Alliance into one another's arms. The treaty includes provisions for immediate response to any military threat against either party, a joint outpost established on the planet Anaxes, and will be sealed by a state dinner to be hosted at Coruscant's famed Link Headquarters. No representatives from the Jedi Order have responded to requests to comment on the treaty, and critics have expressed concerns that the military allegiance will bring anything constructive into the galaxy, merely tying everything up in additional red tape and escalating the eminent threats already facing the galaxy. However, there are many who are hopeful that this alliance represents a new leaf for the galaxy, multiplying the reach of these respective militaries for mutual benefit and protection against such unknowns and beginning, as demonstrated by the successful Imperial operation into the Y'toub system, to even drive down crime syndicates that have long held roots in the outer rim of the galaxy."
  2. Recall orders for the harvesting teams arrived from the Galactic Alliance base on Hesperidium. All starfighter squadrons were to rendezvous with their respective ships and all cargo ships were to proceed immediately back to Triple Zero in order to distribute the harvest to the most useful locations.
  3. Tenebris

    Space

    A holographic comm using Galactic Alliance military encryption arrives for Jedi Knight Aira Cadan. The image is of a smartly dressed Zabrak in fatigues, his rank pips honoring him as a Captain.
  4. Construction begins on a Dreadnaught-class heavy cruiser. AP Cost: 3 Scheduled for completion on 11/7/17
  5. Construction of a Golan II Space Defense Platform begins above Chandrila. Golan II AP cost: 2 Scheduled for completion on 10/15/17.
  6. Construction of a Golan II Space Defense Platform begins above Borleias. Golan II AP cost: 2 Scheduled for completion on 10/15/17.
  7. Construction of a Golan III Space Defense Platform begins. Golan III AP cost: 3 Scheduled for completion on 10/22/17.
  8. Construction of a Golan III Space Defense Platform begins in the shipyards at Bilbringi. Golan III AP cost: 3 Scheduled for completion on 10/22/17.
  9. Tenebris

    Kashyyyk

    A heavily encrypted comm from Coruscant arrives for the Imperial Head of State.
  10. Tenebris

    Space

    Looking at her was like looking at an Ansion pixie. Flighty and nervous, the twitch of her dark thumb more of a tic than a caress, Tenebris nevertheless kept his eyes trained on her. It required more effort than he would have liked to admit: keeping his demeanor soft, not military-crisp, was a foreign exercise. He didn't know what to make of her confession: feelings were not something he discussed openly, if ever, and to hear that he had been on repeat in the Thyrsian's mind brought a stunned query and apology to his lips, but since neither one was strong enough to win out, he remained silent. It was likely what she needed, just to process all the events that had happened at the start of the day; it had been a long and unforeseen series of unpredictable and dangerous crises. Slowly, ever-so-slowly, as to avoid startling the alighted pixie, he moved his other hand to clasp her dark Thyrsian fingers in his own, gentle pressure of reassurance given from one to another. Unsure of the social protocol and what degree of the professionalism called for in the circumstance, he released them probably a little too quickly. Lux appeared to need a friend; he could not be that. But a sympathetic and understanding commanding officer could understand the waves of loss and grief that had rolled over her, from the death of her friends to his own betrayal on Onderon, to clutching the hand of the Dark Lord of the Sith. That thought alone above the rest spurred him to action. There was so much to do. The Holonet was rife with accusations, with the crumbling of stability and peace, with doubt and warmongering and insecurity. "We'll do this the formal way when we get back to Coruscant, but I'm assigning you the provisional rank of Lieutenant," he said finally, pushing himself up to his feet. "If you'd like to take the time to collect your things when we arrive on Coruscant, you're welcome to do so before you report back in. Mithwyr at least will be accompanying me to the Senate to deliver my report, but you are also welcome to come along, though you'll need to dress in CoreSec standard." He glanced at his chrono, and awkwardly looked back to her, feeling that he should say something more but every tendril of thought seemed utterly at odds with the nature of the situation. Sensitivity was probably overrated anyways. "Get some rest, we'll be on Coruscant soon," he murmured, and then he slipped out the door and disappeared with crisp footsteps down the hall.
  11. Tenebris

    Space

    Gentle fingers, much gentler than the firm grip they were accustomed to, reached for Lux's arms that cradled her head, seeming to draw her entire body into a cocoon in which she might be made whole. Intending to help her to stand, Tenebris stopped just millimeters shy of contact with the Thyrsian, the erratic energy of her trembling breaths almost tangible under his fingers before the Commissioner thought better of it. The pale skin of his hands glinted in the ship's artificial light and his mind stuttered back to the memory of his fingers clasping around her throat, desperate to wring the life from her. Letting his arms drop to his sides, he instead folded his legs underneath himself to sit on the floor in front of her. He had come to clear the air with the Thyrsian whom he had wronged, but as confidently as he had entered, Tenebris now realized he had given no thought to what, in fact, he would say. The reassurances of a soldier did not seem poetic enough to soothe the wounds of a traumatized girl. Instead, he lapsed into facts. "We're on our way to Coruscant," he murmured quietly. "Skye sent a message to say that she and her other Jedi friend are off somewhere else on Jedi business. She has some leads on Faust--the real Faust." He exhaled intentionally once more, evaluating that he did, in fact, want to give her the option that had come to mind. Her descent into the palace had proven ineffective and foolhardy, but she alone of his men had found their way to stand face-to-face with the Hunter and make it out alive, regardless of the fact that it had merely been a facsimile of such an adversary. "If you'd like, I would be pleased for you to join my staff. I need to deliver a report to the Senate, and your assistance would be valuable to me. You're foolhardy, but you're one hell of a fighter. I can understand if you want nothing to do with me, though." Looking askance, he racked his brain for delicate ways to approach the conversation but grew quickly impatient with the exercise. "What happened at the University was inexcusable. I don't expect your forgiveness. I don't know what it was, that trap that Van Isel left behind, but I assure you, it was never my intent to cause you harm." His voice was somber, solemn, syncing with the lullaby pulse of the ship's engines. "If you'd like, I'll happily drop you off at the central branch of the bank, and you can forget this ever happened; forget Onderon, forget me." Sincere apology shone in his eyes, and almost as an afterthought, he added, "What do you need? What can I do?"
  12. Unmoved in the entirety of the chaos that followed, Tenebris' hands remained by his sides, not even giving the barest twitch toward his blaster. Everything, everything here was a test, a game to see who could make the other flinch. The severed head clutched in the vicious fingers of the Dark Lord sparked and fizzed unnaturally, and it was this confirmation of his suspicions that finally drew the first response from the Commissioner, a tightening of his mandible that clenched his teeth together. Skye had warned him of the Hunter's trickery: she had said time and again that things were never what they seemed to be. The cold throttling darkness that had come over him in Van Isel's office should have been evidence enough of this. Had his race's pale complexion not reigned so utterly, the wrathful flush of heat that he felt in his cheeks might have been visible. As it was, it granted him a coldly deliberate ire nonetheless. An ire that only increased as the Jedi Master spoke out of turn, showing an underbelly to the darkness before her. He had made the mistake of ignoring Skye's warnings twice before, he would not do it again. However, her hasty plea for their retreat only compounded the realization that they had been soundly beaten by an unexpected adversary who deserved no quarter in the galaxy; and Tenebris was under no delusions that the Galactic Alliance would have a flag on the stronghold of Onderon once they had left the system. She was right, and they would leave. But that did not explain the vested interest the Sith had in the system, not now that Faust was dead if that was truly the purpose of their presence, which he doubted. But he would not show his back to this predator. As he met the bioluminescent gaze of the Shadow who stood before him, the Echani inclined his head once more. "It appears my quarry was a..." He paused, crystalline eyes flickered to the dark one's lackeys in the process of collecting the decoy's halves. "...dead end. My gratitude for putting a stop to his show. Our purpose here has expired." He offered the man the crisp Echani warrior's salute, his fist pressed briefly to his breast, aloof eyes never leaving his adversary. Equality of skill was not something he claimed to possess where this dark creature was concerned, but underestimating one's opponent would always lead to defeat. Let this man think him an impotent fool, at the whims of the Alliance or of the Jedi Order. A return to Coruscant would set things in motion that would not be undone, not with the evidence he had collected here. Conflagrating adrenaline coursed through his veins as the Commissioner straightened. "You will see nothing but the dust of our heels in an hour's time," he bade the Shadow farewell. "Dark Lord." Proud eyes remained unwavering as he backed away, turning sharply on the third step and parting the gathered pool of his men. Captain Leed was waiting for him at the command center, his eyes wide. "You're leaving?" The smirk that had played across Tenebris' face vanished at the accosting from the Onderonian. "The planet is safer if we go. I won't repeat Carida; it's a fool's choice either way." As agreed, within the hour, the mobile command center had been dismantled, the perimeter around the palace dissolved. The Raisonneur, having hovered just below the Black Sun Corvette for the duration of the talks, touched down in the square to refuel, and having done so, departed in tandem with the Lambda-class shuttle. Broadcasting their intent to the blockading fleet, the pair of ships moved to safe distance and blasted off into hyperspace, the pair of Jedi and the Thyrsian and Echani aboard. ---- Meanwhile, within the palace, a riotous laugh echoed through the vaulted ceilings of the Throne Room. One of the guards standing just behind the one who had so dramatically attempted to cover her embarrassment could no longer contain his mirth at this entertaining specimen who had entered their presence. Impulsively, he broke formation to cross the room and sit on the floor beside her. For a moment, it appeared that his break in formality might earn him the wrath of a commander, as all the other guards looked back and forth at each other as though something was drastically amiss. Pulling off his helmet, he looked at Ailbasí with a twinkle in his dark eyes. "You are no Sith, for whatever your paperwork says. Tell me, do you know who I am?" He punctuated his spontaneity by seizing a piece of her nerf jerky and gnawing on it, revealing perfectly straight and glimmering teeth that matched the picture plastered on the outside of the crates of packaged meals lining the room.
  13. "Master Organa is in the command center," replied the lieutenant that met Xae-Lin Ardel at the base of the ramp. "The Commissioner wants to see you. Come this way, please." ----- Unsurprisingly, the Sith ambassador skulked away without rebuttal to Tenebris' accusations, and just as he was about to demand satisfaction, the smooth voice of a newcomer met his ears. The man that had materialized out of the darkness, however, stood with the easy grace of a relaxed predator. He was not to be trifled with, that much was apparent. He was no politician or equivocator, yet his bearing warned of a hidden danger that you might never see before it had utterly destroyed you. Unintentionally, Tenebris' posture straightened in response, senses now on alert. Then Faust's greeting met his ears. It was a title utterly unsurprising except for its context; just as he had never dreamed to stumble upon a reborn Vladimir Faust in a routine investigation, neither did he expect to be entreating with the Dark Lord of the Sith in the darkened Palace Square of Iziz. Extending a hand to this man seemed out of place, but respect flooded his bearing. He was carrying a match in a room full of gunpowder, and the circumstance before him must be handled with utmost delicacy. "I should be so lucky as to wound the Dark Lord of the Sith with mere words," he acknowledged the newcomer, settling on a grave bow of his head before turning to the white-robed form of the jakrab who had evaded his trap and nodding once more. "Darth Luciferian. How good of you to join us again; I was afraid you had gone on your merry way." Several others joined the delegation behind him as he spoke: at their head, a diminutive auburn-haired woman in traditional robes who must have been the Jedi Ardel. A murmured greeting at his elbow signified the arrival of Lux and Skye as well. A fiery irritation spiked as he regarded the latter pair; Lux had been told explicitly to remain in the command center, and while it was likely that the Jedi Master had taken it upon herself to re-engage the Sith parties present, he had entrusted the Thyrsian with the Jedi Master's safety. She was altogether too headstrong for her own good, and while her initiative was admirable, her casual inability to take orders was not. But he would not chastise her here and now in front of the assembled, not when so many lives were at stake. In any case, now it was a party. "Introductions, one and all," he said, holding his hands palms-up as if to signify the collected delegation of negotiators. "I am Commissioner E'lann of CoreSec. Master Skye Organa you know. My associate Lux, Master Xae-Lin Ardel, and the rest are my men." Blue-white eyes stared into the shadows of the unreadable face before him. "This man must answer for his crimes, Dark Lord. Your ambassador tells me you plan to carry out justice, but I confess myself skeptical."
  14. While never having had any actual experience with the Sith Empire or its affiliates, the nature of the Sith as evil, menacing, supernaturally powerful terrorists had been reinforced time and time again throughout Tenebris' training. Ambassador Cook was a welcome change from the stereotype and seemed genuinely eager to assist, so much so that he began to wonder if he had not misjudged them as he had misjudged Skye. Then the Ambassador made a mistake. It was as though a steadily pulsating rhythm in his ear had dropped a beat, the 3/4 measure breaking the illusion. Jolted out of what he could now see had been a silver-tongued painting of the situation, Tenebris's lips pursed in a thin smile. His childhood had been steeped in politics, impotent men spewing lies and smiles while brandishing daggers behind their backs. He had joined CoreSec to avoid that world, and here once again he had been plunged into it headfirst. Lies, daggers, and smiles. Luckily for him, as distasteful as it was, he knew how to play that game. "Perhaps, Ambassador, we can work together to extract what we need from Faust. I know something of his booby traps, having been privy to them myself," he said hollowly, mind hearkening back to the RAGE toxin that had filled his mind back in Van Isel's office. "As for cleanup and containment, I have it on good authority that Faust's indirect holdings among the University will be given a thorough investigation. Being that Iziz is the only city on the planet, I hardly see where reinforcing its boundaries will become a significant project. The people here have had to defend themselves from some of the most vicious beasts in the galaxy for millennia. They have allowed me to conduct an investigation, given the standing agreement they have with the GA, but they are not beholden to your... assistance." His eyes flashed as he reached his final point. "And thank you for reminding me why I'm here in the first place. Yes, CoreSec's tight on money, but that has nothing to do with the Galactic Alliance fleet, and everything to do with the madman now in your custody. He is responsible for the destruction of the CoreSec outpost in Coronet City and the loss of life that was incurred there. I don't doubt that he probably had his hands in the destruction of the Coruscant Headquarters as well. I tracked him here from Corellia, and I intend to hold him accountable for his crimes. Do not think the galaxy has so quickly forgotten Carida. Whatever you say that the Sith are, the galaxy has no great love for you. As it stands, you and your men are free to go; do so before I reconsider our arrangement." Tenebris signaled to the lieutenant on his left, who immediately broke into a sprint in the direction of the command center, before pausing to address the liaison once more to reveal his single greatest mistake, steely eyes set in stone, though his genial smile never faltered. "Oh, and Ambassador? I am Echani. Weapons and armor, bells and whistles, these do not a warrior make." ----- A comm went out from the mobile command center all the way to Coruscant, bearing the signature of CoreSec's Commissioner, its missive clear.
  15. Standing in the center of the square to meet the incoming delegation with a half-dozen of his men surrounding him, his silver hair glistening in the floodlights posted atop the mobile command center some two hundred yards away, the CoreSec Commissioner extended his hand to the Sith liaison. "Ambassador," Tenebris said firmly, his features betraying no hint of emotion. In truth, he was irritated in no small amount by the arrangement they had come to, feeling that although he had established the terms of the arrangement, he was getting the short end of the deal. There was no room for a display of weakness, nor second-guessing, however, so he continued. "I am disquieted by the fact that Faust was able to slip our nets, though I am relieved to hear that he has entered your custody. I don't suppose there will be an opportunity for me to speak with him." He let the questioning tone of his statement hang in the air for a moment. "Your fleet is not required to remain here. The Minister of Finance has informed me that payment in the amount of one million credits has already been transferred into government accounts, tagged for the reconstruction project. The damage is not so severe as to require such drastic measures." He looked toward the Lambda-class shuttle, where another half-dozen men were gathered around the base, and back to Ambassador Cook. "Assuming that your purpose is fulfilled here, then, I see no reason for you to remain. You have your prize, I have mine, we can both now be on our way and leave these good people to their ordinary lives." There was a polite warning hidden in his tone, a suggestion that bore heavy implication. He would not go so far as to abandon niceties at this juncture, but assuming the Sith fleet did not pull out nigh immediately, he would return with a fleet from the Galactic Alliance if the Onderon government deemed it necessary.
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