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Principality of Outremer - Princeté du Outremer

A devoted princedom in the outermost reaches of the Expanse. One of the last habitable systems colonized during the Dynastic Era of the Tapani Empire. Like a few other worlds governed by smaller princedoms and noble houses, Outremer and its three noble families firmly rejected the Federalization of the old Empire and kept its dynastic order of government. The population is self sustaining, and even developed enough to maintain a minor shipyards which are supported by the extensive Baradium Mines found in the rocky terrain of the planet. 

 

The rugged environment outside the walled cities keeps most of the populace within the boundaries, but many young noblemen journey on hunts of the great megafauna of the southern hemisphere, often taking their household guard and volunteer militias to make a name for themselves. 

 

Places of Interest

Ruins of Encipia - National Monument to the struggle of the planet against the Old Republic during the Clone Wars. 

Havari - Capital CIty and spaceport

Barad Mining Complex - State funded Baradium mining industry 

Southern Hemisphere - Megafauna rich zone, uncharted and unexplored as natural resources are rare and unexportable.

 

Main Industries

Baradium Mining 

Hydroponic Farms

 

Historical Timeline

 

534 BBY

Colonization takes place as a joint Venture by Royal Houses Moriès, Anslem, and Aveyron.

 

480 BBY

Colonization steps up as Baradium Ore is found in the mountain ranges of the planet. MegaCorporation Compagnie d’Outremer Formed with unanimous approval from all royal houses. (Now called Barad - Leading supplier of high yield Baradium. Profits split among the houses.)  

 

22 BBY

Outremer joins the Confederacy of Independent Systems, citing high taxation and tariffs of exports from the Republic.

 

19 BBY 

Republic third fleet bombards the capital city of Encipia reducing the city to ruins. Fighting persists on ground over the baradium mines for the rest of the war.

 

RP History: Represented by a Senator in the Galactic Alliance, until the alliance collapsed. Swore loyalty to the Empress of the Imperial Remnant and now leader of the Rebel Alliance.

 

Military History

The Principality maintains a large volunteer military force, which it has deployed in the past to assist in strategic goals within the Expanse. They maintain a pale blue uniform with yellow piping, representing the royal arms of the planet. 

 

Soldiers Uniform Reference Image:

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Brenna wrinkled her nose, placing her leather-bound wrist to her mouth and letting the scent of Marar and Dovan spices overwhelm the acrid pungency of spilled slicing fluid, rotting corpses, and ozone. She had been wearing that scent for almost a decade now, and she knew her mother would have labeled such an unsophisticated scent profile as childish and mundane, but yet it kept her fancy. Perhaps it was a small step of rebellion to mark the far greater uprising that had led her to joining the Imperial Knights and the subsequent Revanchist WatchCircle based out of Ossus. A weary voice crept from shadows, leaking into her ears like sewage, making the girl wince in the darkness

 

“Another pfasking cop?”

 

So the killer was here.  

 

A snapping crack sounded and the rockwall above her head splintered into shards and fractured durasteel. The sound echoed through the chasm, repeating itself over and over as it fell away into the depths of the Baradium mine in which Brenna now found herself. Another shot came, splintering more oredust into the air, but the Jedi was moving now, her soft-leather boots making a whisper of sound masked in echoes. The dust cooled into liquid beneath her footsteps and the acrid smells were replaced with the metallic fragrance of blood.

 

With the indirection from the Jedi Council, The Jedi Guardian had contented herself travelling about the starsystems of The Expanse studying and helping where she could the local population. It seemed to be what the Jedi of the Old Republic had done, so she had busted up smuggling rings and tracked killers like this one for the last standard year, keeping herself clear from the fruitless warfare that seemed to grip the Galactic Core.

 

The Jedi took in another breath, ducking under another shot from the suspect, sorting her way through the scents. Blood. Four separate scent profiles; species; Twi’lek, Human, Rodian, Wookie. Lubricating fluid, Squex-46 gun oil. Gunpowder propellent, SuperMax, manufactured on Gallinore. Rusting Armor. Sweat, high protein load, narcotics. Carnivore.

 

She focused on the force signature, probing it as she moved, circling around the mineshaft to intercept the shooter. The way it moved was proto-robotic, shuttering, no soul. Gank in heavy armor. She began to gather her focus, moving its locus into the air before her. The Jedi began to weave the air, its smells and energy, into layers.

 

“Come out and die, little cop…”

 

Brenna sighed, flipping The Oriflamme from her belt and illuminating the darkened mineshaft with pale, silvered light. Her voice was mischievous, with a touch of venom as she spoke, and the frilling accent of Serrocan Upper Class. Her dark tunic seemed to absorb the light, sucking it into a formless void. She courtseied, holding her long-handled lightsaber in her right hand, and Roncevaux, her needle-pointed dagger in her left, pointing the tip of it towards the blood-coated floor.

 

“I am Knight Montjoye, of the Imperial Expeditionary Forces.”

 

The pistol-shot that followed slammed into the weavings, the air had hardened into itself, concentrated in its connections into a formless bulwark, the atoms lashed into the force itself, extending corporeal distance, folding into itself. The bullet, sheathed in copper and durasteel elongated, seeming to freeze before the Jedi, its momentum spending itself as if passing a great distance before gravity dragged it to the ground in a clatter. The next three shots from the Gank’s pistol suffered the same, feeble fate.  

 

“And you are under arrest…”

 

With a step, distance unraveled and the Jedi was upon the Gank, the silver-blade reaching in with a thrust to smolder the pistol to slag. The Gank withdrew another gun, and it too was reduced to slag. The Jedi gave a bubbly laugh, a sign of rising frustration

 

“Please... Stop resisting, or you may be injured.”

 

Had she been under a contract of writ from the Imperial Knights, the man would already be dead, but for now she had to work under Jedi rules, no matter how frustrating or impractical the were. 

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