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A Long Overdue Visit

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Kal Strife	A Long Overdue Visit	Lead	[-]
Posts: 4161 (08/05/08 08:19:16) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Tags : None The shuttle Andronicus appeared at the edge of the Coruscant system in a flash of cerulean light. That, in itself, was no unusual thing; Coruscant was perhaps the busiest planet in the galaxy, with thousands of ships arriving and leaving with each passing day. But there was one thing that made the Andronicus stand out from the other ships that circled the planet, waiting for clearance to pass through openings in the shield and land on the ecumenopolis below - the Andronicus was broadcasting top-priority diplomatic signals which declared that it carried important, influential members of a Corporate Commerce Delegation. Sweeping elegantly through the system, its pilot paying little heed to the spacelanes for standard craft, the shuttle blazed through the stark eternities, only slowing as a squadron of Imperial Fighters dropped into a holding position less than fifty metres from its engines. The pilot, his hands perfectly steady despite the overwhleming firepower aimed at the fragile ship, merely flipped a switch on the comlink, announcing clearly, "This is the Corporate Sector Authority shuttle Andronicus. We are carrying Commerce-Ambassador Fenner, and request a meeting with Grand Vizier Lazrus to discuss important matters of state." The message deliver, the pilot slouched back in his seat, waiting for the Imperials to respond. "Everyone has a price, friend. Only question is... what's yours?"
Locount Lazrus		#1	[-]
Posts: 583 (08/05/08 20:24:49) Grand Vizier Narcissistic Battle Mod Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Coruscant hung as a living gem in space, the lights of the world like a bonfire of the lives that lived upon it. Yet the space around the beating heart of the Empire would feel cold and dark to most. Here traffic both arriving and leaving would be pressed into orderly lanes, held in sway by the might of the imperial present around the world. It was a working order of what the Empire stood for, control over chaos, using its might to enforce such belief. And it was a token of this might that was currently around the diplomatic vessel. Ever since the BSP attack of the capital's orbital structures during the opening days of the Empire's civil strife a year or more ago, the strengths of the defences had been drastically increased. While there were now more orbital defence platforms, the most obvious form of this crackdown came in the form of the fighter squadrons. Of these, the old TIE/In starfighter proved the most numerous, such a squadron having proven their worth during the BSP attack. These now patrolled the space lanes, their image one of the most well known symbols of the Empire to space farers, and it was a squadron of these that were currently circling the diplomatic vessel, like some swarm of carrion. For moments that seemed liked minutes there came no reply and the imperial craft continued their display, suddenly, the fighter squadron spit apart from its formation and form into two distinct groups, and swooped around to come to saddle either side of the diplomatic craft. A transmission then flared into the communications of the cockpit, a sudden change from the silence. "This is orbital control to the Andronicus; your request has been accepted by the palace. Co-ordinates will be sent to you momentarily, your descent will be accompanied by the second squadron of the one hundredth and forty third wing currently with you. Welcome to the Empire, welcome to Imperial Center", came the crisp tones of the equipment to the pilot of the Corporate vessel, followed closely by the other data promised. Sithlore: Star Wars Roleplaying
Kal Strife		#2	[-]
Posts: 4180 (08/05/08 21:07:12) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Murmuring a word of thanks, the Andronicus' pilot punched the new co-ordinates into the navcomp. Within moments, his HUD flickered into life, displaying a flightpath that, while curving through the firing arcs of perhaps a dozen different orbital defence stations, was undoubtably a dozen times more direct than anything the standard inter-system traffic could hope for. Steering the shuttle onto the proscribed path with utmost care - the pilot didn't doubt for a moment that the shuttle would be vaporised if it deviated, even if there was an ambassador onboard - the Corporate flicked the controls for the intercom and curtly noted; "Ambassador Fenner? We've been approved for landing." There was no reply, but the muffled sounds of movement coming from the passenger compartment located just behind the cockpit served as fair confirmation that his words had been heard, whilst also serving to drown out the soft curses that slipped from his lips as he thought of the ambassador. Still, there was no point dwelling on the man's apparently unlimited reserves of arrogance; the first leg of their journey was almost over, and that meant he'd soon be granted an opportunity to spend a few hours in the company of people with a touch more personality. Perhaps a couple of those Coruscanti courtesans he'd heard so much about... The thought was enough to force him to press down a little harder on the throttle, driving the nimble shuttle down toward the massive ecumenopolis at a speed that would surely have had his instructors on Etti blanching with unspoken fear. Fortunately, they were still back on the Corporate capital, countless lightyears away, and were thus spared from the sight of their pupil's reckless piloting as he brought the shuttle swooping down onto the final approach to the designated landing pad. "Everyone has a price, friend. Only question is... what's yours?"
Locount Lazrus		#3	[-]
Posts: 587 (08/11/08 13:27:00) Grand Vizier Narcissistic Battle Mod Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	As the Corporate shuttle swooped over the peaks of the vastly tall buildings of Imperial City, the iconic shape of the Imperial palace could now easily be made out on the horizon. Like a dark mountain, it speared the very skies of the world, while its base seemed to be almost as staggering around it. It was to this region that the diplomatic craft made its way; the complex that formed the palace could easily be described as a world within itself. The destination of the shuttle could now be seen from the pilot's cockpit, a column of bluish light rose eerily from a circular hole within the framework of the complex, one of its great number of enclosed landing pads. The screeching sound of the TIE craft's engines could still be made out overhead; the armoured doors slowly closed allowing those on within the large chamber the final sight of the imperial craft swooping away through the shrinking gap. The chamber contained four separate bays for craft, and the Corporate shuttle would find two other very diplomatic craft stationary in the other bays. All around its belly, small droids and drab clothed figures began to rush to the shuttle with various pipes and wires. Yet it was the sight that was enclosing upon the position of the shuttle that would of more interest of the Corporate occupants. The group of figures looked quite the grim group, their robes being made up of black, grey and brown cloths with only gold trim and the occasional medal adding any colour of the forms of these elderly male humans moved slowly towards the landed vessel. Behind them, two groups of stormtroopers marched with military like precision, moved passed the robed dressed men, and came to stop near the front of the shuttle. The grim dressed figures also came to a stop, and looked amongst themselves and also the shuttle as the awaited the next stage in this well rehearsed piece. Sithlore: Star Wars Roleplaying
Kal Strife		#4	[-]
Posts: 4227 (08/19/08 08:56:38) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	As the Imperial party strode purposefully toward the shuttle, the boarding ramp hissed smoothly downward, meeting the thruster-scarred duracrete with a dull thud. In the relative darkness of the passenger compartment beyond the ramp, Ambassador Fenner unfolded himself stiffly from the confines of his chair and turned his eyes to the Imperials. 'Right on time,' the tall, raven haired Corporate reflected, the faintest hint of a smile touching his lips, 'Such a pleasure to be dealing with professionals.' Pausing a moment to murmur a few words of thanks to the pilot, and to take up the small attache case that had rested on the chair next to his own, Fenner strode to the top of the ramp and glanced around, drinking in the familiar sights of Imperial Center with no small amount of relish. It was good to be back. Still, it was hardly the time for sight-seeing, and the Commerce-Ambassador was quick to move on, striding confidently down the ramp toward the waiting Imperials. "My greetings, and those of my Employer, ExO Strife, to you gentlemen," he commented as he approached, inclining his head stiffly in a polite bow, "I am Commerce-Ambassador Fenner." "Everyone has a price, friend. Only question is... what's yours?"
Locount Lazrus		#5	[-]
Posts: 608 (11/14/08 09:26:05) Grand Vizier Narcissistic Battle Mod Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Amongst the group of robed figures, one took a step forward. His face was withered with age, the silver hairs of his eyebrows rose as he looked upon the form of the ambassador. Taking in a sharp breath, the old official tipped his head in respect as his arm slowly went across the front of his chest, below the ribs. "Your greetings are returned Commerce-Ambassador", responded the old official. His head rose, and behind him the other robed figures dipped their heads momentarily as well in a similar show of respect. Such procedure had been effect for millennia, far before the Empire had existed, and the officials seemed little more than droids in their following of diplomatic practice. A muffled sound showed that the two groups of stormtroopers, who had previously positioned themselves either side of the officials with space to spare, had now turned to face on another through the group of figures. These white armoured aspects of imperial might contrasted the overdressed officials and helped show two great parts that made up the Empire. "His highness welcomes you to the galactic capital. If you could now follow us we shall lead you into the palace, Grand Moff Hamdo personally awaits your company", continued on the old official. His jaded eyes seemed to linger on the form of the person from Corporate space, waiting for the acknowledgement, and just as likely, the physical response of the man. Sithlore: Star Wars Roleplaying
Thrion		#6	[-]
Posts: 1154 (12/06/08 00:31:39) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Fenner bowed his head over and prepared himself to follow the old official. Times changed and so did the Drex, but he knew one thing remained constant. Rebels, pirates, and other pebbles within the galaxy kept things in chaos. But in the myst of the chaos there were some beacons of steady order. Order that would allow greater profit margins without the risk of pirate scum or rebelling factions to increase costs. Yes, the Empire was steady compared to much of the galaxy. It had to be this way, no matter the cost in other ventures. Yes, they were right for coming here. They were right for all that could be. For if the end came and a darkness came from beyond the rim, who else had the power, strength, and resolve to ensure victory? In time perhaps, all that would change. But for now the Empire was the stone to which any Corporation would chose to focus it's trade on to hedge against any trouble in any other sector of the galaxy. Yes, the Corporate Sector had to throw it's resources behind that which offered the clearest advantages. No small band of rebels nor a crumbling Republic were worth a single credit anymore. The Legionary Writers Workshop
Locount Lazrus		#7	[-]
Posts: 612 (12/10/08 12:55:48) Grand Vizier Narcissistic Battle Mod Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The imperial palace served many needs on the capital. It served as a titanic pivot from which the whole galaxy slowly turned, everywhere feeling its influence one way or another. Yet despite this great importance, and the work that went on behind its vast edifice, most entering the palace would merely think that it served the purpose of nothing more than a complex labyrinth. Walking through corridors that stretched on and on, one could easily forget that beyond and behind these restful passageways, the whole empire was being run like clockwork. Yet far from venturing further into the colossal depths of the structure, the group containing the envoy from Corporate space, made their way through increasingly opulent and grander passages. Those among the group could feel confident in no longer following the mouse droid that headed the group on its journey, but merely the sign of increasing sophistication could be used as a marker towards the goal. And despite the length of the trip through the structure, the group soon entered a pair of grandiose doors into a large circular chamber. Streams of light poured into the room from high up windows, though whether this was truly light from outside the palace or merely light fittings made to seem like it would be a question unable to be answered thanks to the high placement of them. Under the rays, in the middle of the rounded chamber was a circle of chairs, of simple design yet of exquisite materials, one might say a euphemism for something. Yet it was not be the seats or the room that the envoy had come to see. Already seated on the chairs were three figures, two in the uniforms of high ranking officers the imperial army and navy respectively, and the in the middle of them was a figure in the uniform and with the rankings of a Moff, and a Grand Moff of that. "Grand Moff Hamdo, may I introduce the envoy of the Corporate Sector Authority; Commerce-Ambassador Fenner", spoke the official from the group. The Grand Moff rose, his brown moustache twitching slightly as he took in the form of the envoy. After he rose, both the other two seated officers did so also, both with seemingly gruff expressions. The official at the side of the envoy waved his hand forward towards the figures and the other chairs that were placed there. "Greeting Commerce-Ambassador, welcome to the greatest power in the galaxy", spoke Grand Moff Hamdo in a slightly arrogant tone. He tipped his hand towards the chair facing his own, and looked at the envoy expectantly. Sithlore: Star Wars Roleplaying
Thrion		#8	[-]
Posts: 1159 (12/19/08 21:03:42) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Fenner took the seat as he was gestured too. In a way, Fenner felt unnerved by those he was brought before. But it didn't change anything. Even now, he couldn't speculate at what trouble waited just out of his vision. No. He must think think of the trouble. Confidence and a steady resolve was needed for this moment. "I thank you Grand Moff Hamdo for the audience and greeting." Yes, time to focus on the matter at hand. The last thing he wanted to do was waste the time of a Moff. A Grand Moff made Fenner rush to the point far quicker than if he stood before Direx. "I do not wish to waste any of your valuable time so allow me to address as to why I am here, my lord." Yes. That was good. Fenner's eyes wandered around the room for a moment. The Palace was far grander than he could remember. It was a fitting symbol. "I am here on behalf of the new Direx Board who fixes to correct mistakes of prior administrations. To that affect, they wish me to offer you their compliments and respect." Now it was time to go the distance. "They wish to return to the days when the Corporate Sector and Empire stood united against terrorists and pirates alike, to the days of peace and order. They request that I be allowed to remain on Coruscant as a representative of the Direx and that the Empire fill the vacant Imperial Advisor's Office on Etti IV." He said quite a bit. Fenner knew a Grand Moff could handle such a mouthful, but hoped he had not jumped too far too fast. No, they were only initial steps on a long path. Many details remained unsaid. But the mere filling of the Advisor's seat would go a long way if nothing else. Giving the Empire an ear into all the meeting of the Direx and Prex was a major step in the right direction. Too much was at risk not to dare and make a leap. Order demanded it. Fenner kept his eyes on the men before him. He did not let them waver to take in the view of the room. He had to keep focused and sharp if all would come out as it should be. The Legionary Writers Workshop Last Edited By: Thrion 01/28/09 01:17:17. Edited 1 times.

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