Count Teema

Waxing, washing, polishing....all of the droids in the Imperial Embassy were activated and hard at work. The Great Eye of Serenno needed to be spotless for the coming guests. They were Imperial dignitaries from all parts of the Galaxy. They were coming here, as statesmen and representatives, to debate various issues pertaining to the Galactic Empire. The Embassy, therefore, would serve as an interim meeting place until a permanent location for the Assembaly could be agreed upon. Count Teema, a distinguished diplomat himself, was delighted to host the event. Soon his honorable guests would be arriving, and when they did, he had informed his various greeting parites to escort the delegates to The Confrence Room. It would be there that the political body of the Empire would formally establish itself. Teema sat patiently in the Confrence Room, waiting for the first of his peers to arrive.

Hearing reports that their was trouble in the sky of Serenno, Count Teema sent an envoy of Stormtroopers to his new friend Draken.... After spotting numerous dead guards, the ten white-clad troopers found someone attacking the Sith Lord. Draken was an ally to the Empire, and they would not tolerate this newcomer's attacks. All ten guards stood behind the attacker and raised their blasters. Two green shots were fired, each striking the newcomere's hands, rendering them useless. All ten guns were ready to unleash upon the crippled attacker. "You are under arrest by the Galactic Empire scumbag. Surrrendor now of be branded an official Imperial enemy!"

Hot off the Imperial Broadcasting Corporation: Rebel Terrorists Adopt New Name The Imperial Broadcasting Corporation (IBC) has just learned that the rebellious terrorists formally calling themselves 'The Alliance' have officially changed their name to Sodomy United. The newly renamed group says this change better reflects the rebel's ideals. Earlier today, the leader of the terrorist organization, calling himself Onderon, released a video reflecting the motivation for this name change. For obvious security reasons, the IBC is unable to show the actually video. However, voice matching technology has affirmed the following soundbites are indeed from Onderon. Quote: "We come before the Galaxy today to explain what we rebels stand for: terrorism! And what is the best way to terrorize someone? To sodomize every Imperial citizen in the Galaxy. It is the profound belief of this organization that Imperials were created to be involunatily sodomized. We, the SU, stand behind this goal and will do everything in our power to see that it is reallized." Obviously the rebels are becoming more and more fanatical. We here at the IBC assure you, the Imperial Citizenry, that the glorious Empire will protect you against such aggression. The SU may wish to sodomize you, but our great Galactic government won't let that happen. Fear the SU, Trust the Empire! *Respectfully submitted, Count Teema of Serenno*

The Imperial Diplomat sat in his luxurious grey office in the tallest spire of the new Imperial Headquarters, the Imperial Embassy known as The Great Eye of Serenno. Count Teema of Serreno was anxious to have his new 'toy'....the Twi'lek seductress known as Noola. Cobra, aka Lord Kelvin, was hunting her right now...the Count hoped his prized possession would not be too harmed...he liked to inflict a little bit of punishment himself as he and the girl did their 'acts'. Teema sent out a com to Cobra.

After Cobra left, the Count sat down in his luxurious chair and relaxed. The Imperial Diplomat would have anything he wanted...and right now he wanted this scantelly clad woman everyone on Coruscant was talking about.

Count Teema smiled, this Imperial was easy to work with. The Imperial Diplomat clasped his hands around his back as he strode over to his large office viewing window. "No, no, that won't be necessary. If Slicer sent you, then I trust you have all the tools you need." The Count turned to regard the man, the Sun setteling behind his dominating six-foot-two figure. Although elderly, Count Teema still radiated power and class. You seem quite willing to take on this task, so I'll lay it out for you...There is a dirty whore on Coruscant. She is a purple Twi-lek that goes by the name of Noola. Imperial Intelligence reports that she was last seen being taken to the residence of someone known as Durose Roshan. Find her, kill him, and bring her back to me...alive and relatively unscathed. I may be an old Imperial, but my 'Star Destroyer' still works perfectly...but that is irrelavent. Are you capable of completing this mission effectively?

The Count looked down at the pitiful pile of flesh. This heretic had not only broken Imperial law...he had personally offended the Count of Serenno. Such treason would normally warrent a quick verdict quickly followed by a harsh punishment. However, Teema was an oppertunist...and this criminal might still have some use. The white haired, regal Count paced around the convict...ready to strike. "What motivated you to commit an act of hersey against the ever-lawful Imperial Government? Unfortunetly, the man did not answer. Teema continued his interuggation, growing annoyed with the fiend. "I repeat, why have you lied about the intentions of he trustworthy Empire?" Still, the man kept quiet. The annoyance and anger were visible in the Count's escalating voice. "Tell me what motivated you to offend the Galaxy's Supreme Government in such an abomidable way!" This was not a question, it was a command. The captive would tell him...but still, the criminal did not answer. The Count Teema then surprised everyone by sporadically changing to a soft, tender tone. He crouched down to talk to the man, face-face. "Please, tell me. Tell me why you spoke so harshly." The man still said nothing. Then, just as quickly as he changed from angry to compassionate, the Imperial Ambassador's face went flat. For the first time, he dropped his regal guise and revealed a dark terrifying side of himself...the cold-hearted, merciless, Imperial side. "I grow tired of you, liar. You have been charged with hersey, and you will pay the price." Still crouching so that he was face-to-face, the elderly man exhibited suprising strenght as he thrust his hand into the criminal's mouth. Sadistic pleasure gleamed in the Count's eyes as he firmly gripped the piece of flesh and yanked it out of the heretic's mouth. Pleased, Teema stood up and dropped the tongue to the floor, directly in front of the man....his blood began to ooze from his mouth. "THAT is what Imperial heretics get." Count Teema said coldly. It took the crazy Count only a split second to revert back to his usual classy and dignified self. There were many sides to Count Teema's personality, and he had the unusual ability to quickly change from one to the other. He regarded some gaurds. I would greatly appreciate it if you would fix the wound and cleanup the mess...I wouldn't want to displease your Master. The henchmen did as they were asked and removed the prisoner from the room, apparently to take him to a hospital and then a holding pen. A chime then ran on the Count's belt. It was his personal hologram reciever, with a message from his top aide. "Sir, the mercenary you sent for is here at the Embassy." "Excellant. Bring him to my office. I will meet with him shortly." The Count responded. Teema closed the connection and turned to another guard. "Please tell the great Lord Draken that I am very thankful for having the opportunity to meet the criminal. However, I must leave to attend to pressing issures at the Great Eye of Serenno. If he desires anything more of me, feel free to contact me." With that, the Count returned to the Imperial Headquarters on Serenno. He immediately went to his office to meet with the Imperial agent. "Greetings my fellow Imperial lad. My aide tells me you are Lord Kelvin, also known as the Cobra. I am overjoyed that you are willing to take on a dangerous assignment. However, if you have any reservations, now is the time to speak up."

((Draken, until now I could never see your sig...it is crazy that you have Dooku too!)) Count Teema smiled in amusement...Draken was full of suprises. The Imperial Diplomat took another sip of his superb drink. "Thank you again for the wine...I have a special affactation for anything Vjun." The Count paused. Although Sith Lord Draken seemed to be in a pleasent disposition, Teema could tell that he wasn't entirely satisfied with his answer. Draken then offered a supplement to his plan...it involved the removal of a body part from the convict. The Count, although an elegant and principled man, did harbor a deep lust for bloodshed. He and the Sith Lord were more alike than her ever thought. Just then, a large and powerful man in black and red emerged. He quickly followed his master's orders. The hunt was on. "I like your plan, Lord Draken. However, in addition to a large bodypart, might I recommend cutting out the criminal's tongue. He is a heretic after all." The Count could tell Draken liked the plan. "And yes, having devout minions are a definate perk to being the Galaxy's elite."

The Count smiled. Draken's mood had changed considerably for the better. Teema took pride in his diplomatic talents, and he had just used them once again. He had converted Draken from an enemy who wanted to kill him, to a friend that offered him a drink. Count Teema swelled with pride...his respect for Draken also rose to an even higher level. When the servent returned, the Count gratefully took the cup. The liquid was foreign to Teema, but the taste was unmatched. "Thank you for the beverage, Lord Draken. It is delicious." The Count took another sip of the tasty drink and set it down beside him. "Great and powerful Sith, I am honored that you wish to take my opinion into consideration...but the answer of the Empire in such matters is quite simple and very lawful. We must first find this perpatrator and bring him into custody. Then we will try him in Court for his alledge crime. I assure you that with the testimony of a Sith Lord, he will certainly be found guilty. If the convict is usefull to us, he will undergo an extensive memory wipe and become one of our agents..." The Count's voice once again became very grave. "If not, he will die." Teema lightened up again. "But that is just the Imperial way. Law and Justice govern our actions. The first step, however, is finding this criminal."

Count Teema was quite suprised by many of Draken's remarks. The Sith Lord thought the Empire was going to unsurp him? Even more, he wanted the Count to use his Imperial connections to arm a personal army of Draken? The Imperial Diplomat needed to sort this out. "Lord Draken, you are a cunning leader. You have earned the alligence of the Empire on numerous occasions, and your bold tactics have earned my respect as well." The Count continued. "However, a number of things you have stated suprise and disturb me. The Empire considers you, and all the Sith, dear friends. It offends me that someone would try to obstruct that trust. Lord Draken, I assure you that neither I, nor the rest of the Empire, have any intentions of taking Serenno from your grasp." The Count's pleasent voice then became much more stern. "Unforetunetly, I can say that whoever said that the Empire wants to unsurp you is a liar, and they have committed hersey against the Empire. I would advise them to stop before they attract any more Imperial attention." Teema' tone lightened up again. "And now you have a request. You wish to further bolster up you military forces. I completely understand that, as a leader, you want to make sure your planet is secure. I would expect nothing less from such an innovative man. Therefore, I think we can reach your compromise. If you provide the funds for such weapons, I can do my best to ensure that they get here. I can arm your forces so that they will be equal in size to the garrison stationed at the Embassy. If I press them for anything larger, my superiors will get curious. As you know, I am not a member of the military branch of the Empire." The Diplomat went on. "In return, you let me live and return to my bussiness at my on-planet headquarters. Thus, The Great Eye of Serenno can stand as an Imperial Embassy....and as a figure of the continued friendship and alligence between yourself and the Empire." The Count smiled. He was happy he could reach Sith Lord Draken's requests.

Count Teema relaxed in his chair and waited for Slicer's responce to come. Slicer had acquired the scorn of numerous other Imperials...Teema hoped that he wouldn't acquire his disdain as well. The Count stood up and walked to one of the massive windows in his grey colored office. From here, he had a bird's eye view of the enite city. The Count mused, The 'Great Eye' of Serenno indeed. For some unknown reason, his attention was drawn to the Palace. It too was a beautiful building...just on a lesser scale. The Palace, of course, didn't belong to the Empire. No, it was property of a Sith Lord. One known as Draken, if the Count remembered right. In fact, that Sith Lord controlled the entire planet of Serenno. It mattered little, the Count thought, since this Draken proved himself to be an ally of the Empire many times. Yes, Draken was a trustworthy man. Evil, but trustworthy. The Imperial Ambassador's thoughts were promptly interupted. Count Teema observed as scores of troops emerged from the Palace builidng. Is there a rebellion on planet? As the thought flowed out of his head, a hologramic image of the Count's primary aid appeared uptop his desk. Teema left the window and returned to his desk, signally for the Bothan hologram to speak. "Sir, our sensors and scouts indicate a large force leaving Lord Draken's Palace. The reports indicate that they are coming here." Shock was visible on the Count's face. The Bothan aid continued. "The Captains of our own security forces have readied their own troops. They seek your permission to engage the Palace's forces." Teema scoffed at the idea. "No, no, absolutely not. Keep all Stormtroopers stationed where they are. I will personally deal with these forces. Draken, the leader of this planet, is an ally of the Empire...and I am nothing if not a Diplomat." With that, Count Teema ordered his own gaurds to stay put and went to the ground floor of the Great Eye of Serenno. He greeted the amassing forces of Draken at the entryway. Dear subordinates of the Sith, I will gladly follow you to your leader. The Count voluntarily let the troops take him to the Palace and before the one and only Draken. The Count gave a sweeping bow and introduced himself. Greetings, Lord Sith. What assistance do you seek of me?

An encrypted com came in for Slicer, who recieved it directly in his helmet... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Slicer, this is Count Teema of Serreno. I, like yourself, am an agent of the Empire. I am contacting you to ask for your assistance. I have a special mission to accomplish, and I think you can help me. This mission is filled with action, intrigue, and has a substantial reward. If you are interested, please visit me in my office at the Imperial Headquarters of Serenno." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Count terminated the secure com...

The enormous building rose high into the sky. Some called it the Tower of Power, others referred to it as The Great Eye of Serenno. Either way, the Imperial headquarters on this planet were a wonder to behold...beautiful architecture combined with powerful weaponry. It was easy to see why most offworlders instantly assumed it was the capital building. However, the great Count Teema would have nothing of his less than spectacular. The white haired man sat in his luxerious chair in his even more elegant office. He was flanked on both side of his seat by two stormtroopers, and two more guarded the entry way. His charcoal colored tunic matched his cape of the same color. His black slacks tucked comfortably into his even blacker boots. He sat in an extremely dignified position in his chair as he sent out an encryped com. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After the com was sent, Count Teema waited for the recipient to arrive. The Imperial Diplomat did hope that he would come soon....the Count was an impatient man.

A Geonosian Solor Sailor, the Solaris, emerges from hyperspace above the Twi'lek planet. A pilot droid guides the spacecraft to a safe landing pad. An older, regal man emerges from the Solaris...a man by the name of Count Teema. The Count of Serreno is flanked by two Super Battle Droids as well as six Serrenoan Guards. The Imperial Diplomat makes his way to the Ryloth Capital Center to speak with the Twi'lek leaders OOC: If anyone would like to claim planetary leadership of Ryloth...go ahead. If not, I will manage.

OOC: Silus, I don't see why you can't land here. The Count watches as new Imperial recruits arrive on Cardia. He spots one that seems ecspecially powerful. Teema coms the recruit, ordering him to come into the compound. When the new blood arrived, the Count eyed him carefully. Yes, this recruit would prove valueable... "Recruit, I am Count Teema, Diplomat for the Empire. I sence potential in you, and therefore I offer you a proposal...to become my personal, yet seondary, body guard. While I already have a protector, he is currently away on a mission. When he returns, I will allow you to study under him as my a body guard-in-training." Count Teema smiled wickedly. "So, what do you say?"

Filthy Jedi, how dare they enter the same system as Cardia... Count Teema turns to his bodyguard, Dek Kee. "I have a new mission for you...I want you to go to Hoth and destroy any remnents of the Rebel Alliance. Destoy all equipment, but bring the prisoners back here-alive. We shall get as much information as possible from them..then we will decide how to dispose of thier Rebel-scum carcasses. Report back here when finished. The Count walked into a security building, where he knows he will be safe in his bodyguards absence.

The Solaris lands and Count Teema of Serenno steps out. He looks back at Dek Kee. "I will be safe here. I want you to go to the Jedi Temple ruins on Naboo. Assist the Empire in destroying the Jedi. If they have any questions, tell them Count Teema sent you and they should contact me. Report back here when you are don."

While riding in the Solaris, the Count looked over at Dek. "For our next mission, we must travel to Coruscant." The Count put in the coordinates for the water planet as they shifted through hyperspace.

The Count took the treaty, copied it, and put it in a *secure location* "I can assure you that Kashyyyk will have full military support, but only Officers in the Imperial army can command star destoyers. The Empire is overwhelmingly happy to see that Kashyyyk has joined our ranks." The Count and Dek exit and go back to the Solaris. As they blast off into hyperspace, Count Teema tells Dek he has a special mission for him.

Count Teema smiles. Everything was going well. The Wookiee's were being more cooprative than he anticipated. "I can personally assure you the Wookiees will not be enslaved. This is a new Empire, with new and evolving beliefs. I hope we are able to compromise about the Star Destroyers. Frankly, our fleet is too small to provide you with such a large portion. As a consolation, the Empire will dispach a huge troop garrison to protect your planet. These terms are the best we can offer. We hope you accept them, the Empire looks forward to having an honorable Kashyyyk in our community." The Count walks up and bows down in front of Luvinna. He hands her a treaty which outlines the agreements formed between Kashyyyk and the Empire. Teema hoped the Council will accept the agreements and sighn the treaty, joining the Empire.

Count Teema's ship, the Solaris comes out of hyperspace and circles the Wookie planet. The Count leans close to his bodyguard, Dek Kee; "Ahh, Kashyyyk. It has been a long time since I have been here. Hopefully they will realize the benefits to joining the Empire. It would be a pity to see another travesty happen to their planet." After the ship lands, the Serenno-ese Count leads the way to the Kashyyyk capital center. After several minuets of security checks, the Count arrives in front of the Wookie Council "Leaders of Kashyyyk, I wish to speak with you on the matter of joining the Empire."

Okay, all previous posts up to my first are void. Dek is now human-check out Character Sheet-so he can be my bodyguard. We will not train troops. BTW, Valeran, you told Dek Kee your above post was okay because this is "your planet"...WRONG! Peoplle can controll threads, like the Jedi at the Jedi Temple, but they cannot dictate what happens in other's story lines. Sorry, but that pissed me off. I would have had more respect for you if you would have either PMed me and let me edit the changes on my own or had a character come here and fight us. You did neither and you are trying to Nazi your way around Dek. The troops were under Dek's control and you killed them with absolutely no depth. Don't worry, they are dead now, Dek is human, and we have never came to Falleen.

Dek Kee- Read my above post!!!!!

Dek, do to some...circumstances...you are unable to be my body guard and train these troops. If you want, you can create a HUMAN alias and be my bodyguard, but no troops. This decision was made by "upper management"

"Of course... [Count Teema sends a com to a General. He agrees to send 10 of his best troops with Dek Kee.] ...There Dek, it is done. Go and "pick up" this soon to be strike force and meet me at Falleen. I look forward to our future together. Oh, and try to think of a name and special type of armour for these warriors." The Count enters the Solaris and blasts off into hyper-space.