Rivhen Eranu

*Rivhen watched as men entered the cantina demanding ownership change. Rivhen knew that the cantina used to be a SEED holding, so he observed the events with mild interest, ready to draw if necessary, but otherwise nonchalant about the current course of events.

CHARACTER SHEET(updated) Real Name: Rivhen Eranu Nickname: None Age: 28 Species: Human Height: 5'10 Weight: 165 Hair: Black Eyes: Grey Sex: Male Homeworld: Coruscant Alignment: Constantly shifting between neutral and evil Clothing: When off duty, simple but fashionable Weapon: Twin dueling pistols, concealed fastdraw pistol, Nhagathul(shifting melee weapon) Former Force User, now Pariah Inventory: Above mentioned weapons, commlink, battlearmor and whatever loadout is availible according to division Posessions: Old imperial accounts and secrets... For the old players that come back now, Force Side: Previously dark Trained by: Self Trained who: None Current Affiliation: Empire Current Rank: Unknown

*The general looks up from his datapad at the new arrival* At ease, private. Due to your record during training you've been tapped for testing with a new underwater power armor, called the squid suit. Report to facility DRG-536363 for further briefing. Dismissed.

*The officer grants him permission to enter and assigns the young trooper his first mission, deploy at the Smuggler's moon and restore order by arresting the Jedi and smuggler disidents.*

*A comm pod is sent to Raiden.* Congratulations trooper on your first Jedi kill. You have been promoted to the rank of Second Lieutenant in Shadow Division due to today's performance as well as your exemplary fighting in the galactic tournament. As a token of my favor, accept these Cortosis woven bracers. *A compartment in the droid opens to reveal the jet black bracers.* I have a new assignment for you, encrypted in this datachip.

*An interdictor and two Imperial II star destroyers redeploy at Naboo's far side of the planet along with an extensive TIE Interceptor escort.*

*Rivhen and his associates board the shuttle at once, and are transported to the super star destroyer Tiamat. From there they move into hyperspace.*

*Waits for AP*

The upcoming offensive will be mainly be an orbital operation, however, your unique talents will be useful in giving us an overall sense of guidance. We have recently completed training of a new division specifically created for the upcoming situation that will expedite us to our final solution that we have agreed on. Black Sun will play a pivotal role in the times following the situation, helping us to locate lost parcels and make sure that they are handled with the utmost care.

*In the governor's dining room, a grand feast is laid out for the two representatives, Ar Pharazon of the Sith and Piccolo of Black Sun. Platters of meat that could feed families are placed upon well kept tables as jeweled goblets are filled with the finest red wine. Delicacies that cost roughly the same amount as feeding, clothing and shooling a child for a month were in abundance. A bound man was secured to a rack to be slowly burned alive from foot to head as entertainment for the guests. Servants work quicly to remove tthe charred remains of a servant who disappointed thesmirking Rivhen Eranu. Rivhen gestures grandly with a man of the galaxy smile and asks the newly entered guests to take a seat.

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OOC((I'm not at the Imperial Citadel, I'm at the former Imperial Governor's private estate. And if you expect to have imperial support I strongly suggest you start treating them as allies instead of fodder. Understand that you are allowed on Mimban because the Empire has allowed you to be. The Sith have done a pretty thorough job of cutting ties with the Empire, so if you continue to murder troops you will be shot on sight by imperial forces, and as powerful as you may think you are, you will need the Empire's help if you want to take on the Jedi.)) *Rivhen smiles as he sees Kaylynn approaching and offers her his hand to show her around his newly aquired property. Leading her to the second floor, he shows her to what could be her room at Mimban, with the acceptance of her parents. The room was luxorious, the governor had obviously attempted to use luxury to quell complaints from his daughter as to why they were stationed in a mudhole such as Mimban. Vaulted ceilings, lush carpets, and plush furniture were only a fraction of the room's comforts. Off to the side was a walk in closet filled with clothing that, through luck, happened to be Kaylynn's size. Next to the closet was a giant bathroom, with a tub carved out of a single block of black marble. A quick comm arranges for a few families to be evicted so that the Sith may have housing until their temple is ready.* Let me know when you get a decision from your parents. If you'll excuse me a moment I need to locate the surviving staff to prepare tonight's meal.

OOC((Geoff, if you look at the Kashyyyk thread you'll see that Rivhen was there since the begininning, and was with Bishop on the shuttle to the city platform. I got Tarrian's permission to be on the Hell's Envy before posting. Oh, and I'll take care of the Imperial aspect of the planet...)) *Rivhen catches a hover lift over to the Imperial garrison and requisitions the support of a squad of stormtroopers. He then makes a comm to the governor's aide, requesting information regarding Imperial taxes on Mimban. Riding in an LAV with the Stormtroopers over to the Governor's mansion, Rivhen gives the stormtroopers their orders. The proles accept them mindlessly, as is expected. When the LAV arrives at the mansion, Rivhen and the squad move out and override the front door lock. A servant inside begins to raise a protest, but is halted by the blaster bolt that reduces his face to a gurgling heap of melted flesh. The group makes their way to the governor's office and confronts the governor.* You have betrayed the Imperial order by withholding money from Imperial tax collectors. Taxes are used to fund the imperial military that defends our planets from external and internal threats, to disregard this sacred duty can mean only one punishment. *As if by some unspoken signal, the squad of stormtroopers simultaneously open fire on the governor, leaving nothing but a burned corpse, flesh melted to his chair at parts.* Very artistic. Sergeant, see if you can get this preserved after this operation is over. *The unit moves back into the main hall where they findthe governor's wife and daughter standing on the second level overlook. One of the storm troopers snaps off a shot at the mother, striking her in the throat. She flounders like a fish out of water before she dies. Not one to waste an opportunity, Rivhen asks the daughter what her size is. The terrified girl rattles off some numbers which make Rivhen smile.* Perfect. *Rivhen unholsters his blaster and fires a shot that impacts on the girl's right shoulder, spinning her and sending her over the railing. She lets out an ear piercing shriek as she falls and lands, so Rivhen draws his other blaster and shoots her until she is silent.* Her clothing will fit Kaylynn perfectly. Sergeant, there are two toddlers on the second level, dispose of them. *Rivhen comms the governor's aide and informs him of his recent promotion. He also instructs him to look over Mimban's tax records for abuse, and if they are clean, to alter them and take the profits as a bonus. He then comms the Sith, informing them that the new governor will be most affable in the new Sith temple, and that the greenies will immediately start its construction. Finally, he comms Kaylynn through the comm he left in the jacket he gave to her, informing her that he had a surprise...*

*Rivhen Eranu sat across from the dark Kaylynn, trading mischevious glances with her. Tarrian looks back and the two masked their faces with serious looks, but when she looked away the two began laughing.* When we get to the surface I'll explain to the Imperial governor the value of letting us use his rather expansive living quarters. It will be storming outside, here take my jacket. *Rivhen heard the access ramp lower and the rain pattering against the hull. Humid air rushed in from the outside, so thick it was nearly tangible.*

I'm getting comms from the city platform that there is a large group of survivors holed up in one of the main buildings. I'm taking a shuttle with some troops over to give them assistance and try to evac them. *Rivhen and several others embark on the shuttle to the city platform. Halfway to the building, the shuttle is overwhelmed by gargoyles and crashes, killing a quarter of the passengers.* Looks like we'll have to fight our way there... OOC((I left who went with me open for whoever wanted to go to the city platform.))

*A black Lambda shuttle descends and from it emerges Rivhen Eranu. Walking briskly over to the soldier in charge, he adresses him curtly.* I'm here to observe how the bugs fight, sergeant, but I'm an accomplished gunman if you need an extra blaster.

OOC((Incorrect, biting off the tongue was used historically by assassins who knew that capture would mean torture worse than death. Furthermore, he is my character, and I have a right to declare him dead. I have very clear reason for wanting him dead, and that is not related to bargaining advantages or intelligence. I have requested on AIM to Dahl that Rivhen be left out of RP for the time being because I don't have the time to RP him. Quite frankly, Bud's choice of prisoners is odd, since Rivhen isn't Imperial, his whereabouts were unknown, and the only reference ever made about relations was that ID had a nephew Rivhen, and in a galaxy where billions of people live in a single city, there are alot of Rivhens. Rivhen doesn't even have the same last family name as ID. However, since logic doesn't apply anymore, I'm posting my death in a new manner, which is unpreventable by the current and quite frankly unrealistic security measures brought upon a simple citizen of the Republic...)) *Using the Dark Side techniques Rivhen learned from the Sith scrolls stolen earlier, Rivhen kills himself.* OOC((I'm dead now))

*Rivhen stays dead, despite the treatment.* OOC((It's my character, I can declare his death if I want. I'll make this clear and posted. I don't have the time to post with Rivhen right now, so deal with it.))

*Rivhen bites off his tongue, causing a lethal hemmorage. As a result, Rivhen dies.*