Imperial Palace

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Zairon's TIE Phantom arrives back at the palace and he lands and quickly disembarks and heads for the throne room. He had interesting news to inform the Emperor of.

The Executor entered the throne room. "My lord, I have some interesting news for you. It involves the agents we sent out."

[Emperor Ire]

Looking up to see the Executor approaching, Ire greets Zairon with an air of interest in his voice. He is interested to hear what the knights have discovered. "Welcome back Lord Zairon, what news do you have for me?"

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"I bring quite a few bits of news." Zairon says, "I checked out the Jedi Shuttle at our customs stations. It belongs to an apprentice named Hana Solo. I've placed a tracer hidden in the ship in case the Jedi try and steal it back. If the ship gets stolen we can follow the tracking device and if it goes back to the temple we have proof the Jedi are stealing." Zairon smirks, "Consider it a test if the Jedi are willing to sit down and talk to get their ship back or if they will be vigilantes."

"Next, I have some interesting news regarding the SGE. The first issue is that Corey Dooku was seen with them and having given them aid. I don't quite recall the details, but didn't you warn him not to mess with the RGE? Or was it just to stay away from Kuat? I can't quite recall, but either way Corey Dooku is conspiring with forces hostile to the RGE."

"Third on the list, the SGE has sent most their forces away from Tion. Tion has a small amount of soldiers remaining and the majority are preparing for an attack. This of course leaves a few options. We could attack Tion while they are busy with their attack or we could just let them have their fun. The reason I saw let them have their fun is that they are apparently planning on attacking the Galactic Alliance. Personally, the SGE is less of a threat to us. If they can weaken the GA then it gives us a chance to move in on either if we need to."

Zairon glances down at the datapad, "Also, the SGE might cause Corellia and GA to get into a full out war. We might be able to use that to convince Corellia to join us. Their shipyards could prove very useful to us if we can convince them to join us."

Zairon lowers the datapad and looks back up, "Overall I was thinking that due to the problems the GA has been having it might be a good idea to start sending out diplomats. I could head to Naboo at some point since it was myself and Camulus who saved the Queen. Or we could send someone to Corellia to try and work out a deal with them. There are quite a few planets I think would make good targets to try to convince us to join them."

Zairon nods, "All in all, the plans I set in motion with the SGE are turning out much better than could have been originally predicted."

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Suddenly Zairon's comlink went off again. He glanced down annoyed. The comlink should have been off and set to only notify him of emergencies. What could possibly be an emergency.

He glanced down and saw who the message was from and frowned. He had just heard from them, what could they have to add in just a few hours. "My apologizes, my lord. It's classified as an emergency and heavily encrypted...just give me a second and I'll let you know what it is."

He opened his datapad and began running the decryption program that had his personal codes in it. However, once it decrypted it was mumbled garbage. He looked confused for a second until he recognized the code from back when he lived on Alteria. "That's...odd...why the double encyrption..." He glanced around, "I need another datapad!" He called out. Quickly a guard approached and handed another.

He looked between the two as he translated the code writing what was written on the first datapad to the second. The more he wrote the more tenseness that he gave off in the force. Eventually he finished and looked up.

"My lord, this is an emergency." He said, "Apparently our agent began scouting out a target and discovered something by sheer accident." He turned at everyone in the throne room. "Out now." He ordered. He was quiet as he waited for everyone except himself and the Emperor to leave.

"My lord, the Galactic Alliance is building a superweapon over Rendili. A large fleet is also there and countless ships are being built. It seems the fleet has been being built for sometime as has this strange superweapon. Apparently its a new ship that we've never seen or heard about before and they are mounting some unknown device on it." Zairon frowned, "If things between the RGE and the GA and Corellia continue to get worse I wouldn't be surprised if that superweapon was turned on anyone who opposed the Galactic Alliance."

He was silent for a moment then smirked, "On the upside, we DO have video footage and images of the item. This would make a powerful diplomatic weapon against them and could get us a good amount of allies. I definitely would like to request to go to Corellia now. With this information and the current relationship they have with the GA we might be able to convince that system to join us. Not only would we get brand new shipyards, personal, and allies, but Corellia is well-respected and other planets might join them if they join us."

Zairon paces as he talks, "We need to get enough allies and forces together and move in on them before they finish this weapon. On the upside, if we can get an alliance with other planets and the RGE to all combine and work together to stop this, some of those might turn into permanent relations. We could use this as a way to damage the GA's credibility, increase our strength, and stop them from building such a nasty weapon."

Zairon ponders for a minute, "Honestly, the SGE could be useful in this regard. My agent is planning on trying to infiltrate the superweapon and get more information, but I can contact the other agents and try to get them to use the SGE to distract the Galactic Alliance whenever we are ready to make our move."

"Honestly, it might be a good idea to have other agents scout out the other GA shipyards in case they are building even more. Personally we need to start working on increasing our size through allies quickly."

Zairon looks back at the Emperor, "My lord, please send me to Corellia."

[Emperor Ire]

Ire listens to and watches Zairon closely to not miss anything, all the news that the Executor would be startling to most but not to the Emperor. Although these revelations seem a bit on the aggressive side even for the GA, all people, including governmental leaders have their breaking points; this was Ire's. First Kal'Shebbol and now this, the GA is becoming more trouble than they are worth in the Emperor's eyes, even after all the aid that the Empire has given to the GA and galaxy at large following the Yuuzhan Vong War it still seems beasts like to bite the hands that feed them. The Emperor puts his hands together with the just the gloved fingertips touching, he sits silently for a moment and then rules on everything presented before him. "Permission granted, and on top of that we shall stop all Imperial aide to GA worlds. Take the images to Corellia, I'm sure they will find them interesting to say the least. As for this SGE... I have an idea.

Just as Ire is about to say his piece about the SGE the comlink on his throne beeps; when he opens the channel the voice of Ensign Ricky comes through loud and clear. "Milord, Customs is reporting that there is a ship in orbit that claims to be carrying Emperor Mund of the SGE. He requests permission to land at the palace and wished to speak diplomacy with your highness."

"Speak of the Uhl'uhtc and he shall appear." Ire says mentioning the demon from Carratosian lore.

"What was that, milord?"

"Never mind that Ensign, tell the orbital station to allow him to land, standard protocol." Ire says before he kills the comlink and looks back at Zairon. "This should prove entertaining."

- In the hallway outside the palace Throne Room -

Cilla Shane, head of palace aides, approaches Takeda and bows. Her presence in the Force apparent, its a penetrating presence to say the least, even more penetrating then he beauty, as is the lightwhip handle peaking out from behind her back. "Greetings Takeda, I am Cilla, the Emperor has directed me to see that you are well cared for while you are our guest at the palace. If you'll please follow me, I shall see you to your quarters."

[Shadow]

The Valkyrie zooms across the surface and enters the Imperial capital city. Shadow flies the ship towards the Imperial Palace and comes in for a landing on the north landing platform. He shuts down the ship and exits. He walks to the entrance doors and opens them, stepping inside. He then closes the door and makes his way towards the Throne Room.

He pauses sensing the Emperor and Lord Zairon both there. Nodding to himself, he pushes open the doors and steps inside. He closes the doors and approaches the throne. He then stops before the Emperor and drops to one knee. "My lord Emperor, I have returned. What is thy bidding sire?" He says after nodding his head in respect to Zairon.

[Emperor Ire]

"Welcome home Agent Shadow, we were just discussing a problem that might be best handled by someone with your... talents." Ire says to the Imperial Black Ops agent who seems to always show up at the right time. "I take it your stint as an agent with the Black Sun was unfruitful if you are back here. Tell me Shadow, are you ready to get your hands dirty?"

[Shadow]

He rises to his feet with a slight smirk on his face. "You can say that again my lord. It honestly in my opinion wasn't worth it. I learned what I could from it, but with that bloody plague that hit Coruscant, I couldn't really do anything without risk of getting infected."

He raises an eyebrow, his curiousity piqued. "Sounds interesting enough. While I was up in Orbit, I noticed a ship arrive. I take it that's what you and the Executor were discussing? This should prove most interesting indeed." He grins slightly.

[Takeda]

Cilla Shane, head of palace aides, approaches Takeda and bows. Her presence in the Force apparent, its a penetrating presence to say the least, even more penetrating then he beauty, as is the lightwhip handle peaking out from behind her back. "Greetings Takeda, I am Cilla, the Emperor has directed me to see that you are well cared for while you are our guest at the palace. If you'll please follow me, I shall see you to your quarters."

Takeda bows a respectful greeting to Cilla in return as she introduces herself.
"Excellent, and greetings to you, chamberlain Cilla."

Takeda follows along as she directs him to the provided quarters, noting the beautiful appointments of the palace, as well as some of the more obvious security in this place. He finds it interesting that they typical white armored troops are no where to be seen here, instead the armor worn by the palace guard are a kind of bare metal color and richly fluted for strength. It is not a long walk, but his attention soon turns to the person accompanying him, noting the strange weapon she carries behind her back. She made no attempt to disguise it, it looked curiously like a light-saber, but with a metal coil, somewhat like a mono-fiber whip but different. As they continue along, Takeda grows more curious on this unusual weapon and opens himself to the force once again to gain a better understanding of what he might be facing here in the palace should things go amiss. He is surprised to find this Cilla is strong with the force, and notes his previous underestimation of her, for she is no normal courtier.

When they finally reach the quarters, Takeda bows another nod,
Chamberlain Cilla, a moment please. Firstly, I have need of the services of a tailor or clothier, if I am to meet with the ambassador of Dathomir in an official capacity, I should not show up in battered and ill-washed combat fatigues. Would you please arrange the introduction, I will take care of the details and final arrangements myself.

Secondly, a matter of personal curiosity. I notice you carry what looks like a light-saber, but has a whip-like coil... Are you a practioner or am I merely mistaking a common item for a courtier as a weapon?"

[Emperor Ire]

Cilla raises a curious eyebrow to the Kwa's questions as she is about to part his company, she could feel Takeda's presence in the Force the moment she met him and isn't at all surprised by his curiosity. "I believe I can arrange for a tailor to see to your needs and I would be happy to arrange a meeting with the Ambassador on your behalf. As to your curiosity, I am a 'practitioner' as you eloquently put it but most of the other aides prefer to use vibro-daggers as opposed to a whip when dealing with troublesome guests."

Cilla's cold smile is enough to send a chill down even the most hardened warlord's spine as the words leave her lips, she is obviously is a force to be reckoned with all her own. It is clear Ire choses to surround himself with a motley crew of characters to say the least but Cilla is something special in that regard, she is far more deadly than most give her credit and something about her seems dark and foreboding. She stands tall, a dark beauty of calm death for a woman of such grace, prideful yet non-assuming. "Is there anything else you would like to know, Sir Takeda?"

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Zairon nods at Shadow, "I'll head to Corellia right away. Have fun with this wanna be emperor. On a side note, I can't wait to find out how other planets will react when they hear that the Galactic Alliance hasn't been spending money on relief, but has instead been spending it on war. No wonder they couldn't help various planets and were 'breaking over the strain'." Zairon frowned, "What bull shit."

Then he turned and headed out and to his Tie Phantom.

[Takeda]

Apr 27, 2011 1:48:40 GMT -5 Emperor Ire said:

Cilla raises a curious eyebrow to the Kwa's questions as she is about to part his company, she could feel Takeda's presence in the Force the moment she met him and isn't at all surprised by his curiosity. "I believe I can arrange for a tailor to see to your needs and I would be happy to arrange a meeting with the Ambassador on your behalf. As to your curiosity, I am a 'practitioner' as you eloquently put it but most of the other aides prefer to use vibro-daggers as opposed to a whip when dealing with troublesome guests."

Cilla's cold smile is enough to send a chill down even the most hardened warlord's spine as the words leave her lips, she is obviously is a force to be reckoned with all her own. It is clear Ire choses to surround himself with a motley crew of characters to say the least but Cilla is something special in that regard, she is far more deadly than most give her credit and something about her seems dark and foreboding. She stands tall, a dark beauty of calm death for a woman of such grace, prideful yet non-assuming. "Is there anything else you would like to know, Sir Takeda?"

Takeda nods a bow of thanks,
Again, I thank you.
He starts to walk into the room, having seemingly having taken no notice of her grin and intimidating smile, but pauses for a moment before parting company with the woman.
"I am surprised that you have such uncivilized guests, it is most unfortunate, for them. His Majesty has been most kind and respectful, as have you. I look forward towards our continued conversation on the morrow."

He bows a slightly deeper and more respectful bow to her. His mannerisms, and words may seem odd to her, but the traditions of the clan court, a mirror of that of both the Bakufu Court, and the Imperial Court of his culture itself, served him well with Ire, and doubtless would serve with her as well.

After closing the door to the chambers, he was happy to see it was a well appointed suite, even if most of the furniture was on the diminutive side for him. At least the ceilings were high enough to be more than impressive to one of normal height, for him it served well, it was a rare thing to be able to do a full stretch and not touch the roof.

He knew he was not truly alone, none had taken away any of his weapons, nor even offered to take them. It may have been foolish, but the ordeals since he had went to THX-1138 had left him fatigued, and if he was to make a decent meeting with this Dathomiri, he would need rest. They could just as easily kill him in his sleep, so maintaining the armor and heavy weaponry at this point was ridiculous.

He checked the personal care facilities and was delighted to find that the scale of the room itself at least had included the refresher as well as a large tub... well, large for a human. for him it would be more of a bathing chair, which suited him just fine.

He disarmed his ranged weapons, taking care to pull the magazines and remove the chambered shells and discarding them in the trash. He took a minute to inspect them and make a few small touch-ups to the cleaning and maintenance he had done in the cramped quarters of the Vizier's ship. He re-holstered his pistol, and carefully wrapped the belt around it neatly, then set them both upon a dresser sort of unit. He withdrew his sword, and gave it as well a quick inspection before laying it on the bed, as well as his long-knife, and then undid the latches on the armor, and removed it piece by piece, putting it in the proper order so it stowed as neatly as possible within itself. He lays out his sword-belt upon the bed, and looks it over as well, making sure that as many traces of the foulness of that place were off it as possible. He then strips off the under-suit for the armor, and sighs, knowing he will have to have another made for him shortly, no matter how well it can be cleaned, he knows he at least will always smell that place on it.

He folds it neatly, since it will have to service and lays it with the armor, he pauses, retrieving his long-knife from the bed and tucking it through the band of his loin-cloth like underwear, and carries his armor over to the same unit as his guns. He is on his way back to his bed to retrieve his sword when he considers he is probably being watched with some mirth, or at least comments of him being paranoid, but while the tradition may have indeed started for that reason, it was not wrong and now it was a matter of normal behavior for members of his class, one never departs with the long-knife, at least not until death.

He retrieves his sword from the bed, then continues to the refresher, his first act is to wash his hands and face, rinse his mouth and wash his hands again. Patting them dry upon a towel, he draws his long-knife and washes the blade in the clean water, letting it cascade over it's blade and wash away any lingering traces of foulness. It had not-tasted the flesh of the walking dead, but he did not wish to risk that it would be unclean. With a practiced snap of his wrist, the lingering water is shed from the blade, and he brings it before his eyes to inspect the edge and ensure it is clean and now free of water. He nods a bow to it, then re-sheaths it. He once again picks up his sword and repeats the water cleaning, though he lets the water wash over the blade of this one much longer. After he inspects it and ensures it is properly dry, he returns it to its sheath and lays it on the counter. Before entering the refresher and cleaning himself.

His refresher behaviors might seem odd, and afterwards he does take advantage of the tub to soak and scrub again, returning to the refresher a final time to rinse in the clean water only.

His long-knife he kept by his side, on a shelf in the refresher and away from the water, or on the edge of the tub, and afterwards he carries it in his left hand, which soon joins with the company of his sword as well. Retiring to the main room, he inspects the bed, and feeling it will not be comfortable to be hanging off of it in one direction or another, chooses to remove the linens from it, utilizing one of the sheets as a robe-toga, closed by his sword- belt which he thrusts his long-knife through. His sword he lays upon the bed as he arranges the remaining bedding as a sort of mat upon the floor.

He goes over to the desk unit, and kneels before it, the chair being much too small for him, and checks the terminal installed there. To his surprise it works, and he uses it to catch up on the news, as well as call up further information and current events on Dathomir. He also spends a few moments checking the various stock and banking news and seems fairly pleased with whatever he sees. He reviews the general trends data, not calling up specific companies but several different ranges as well as a commodities list. If he was checking for specific details it is not discernible from the datasets accessed.

Afterwards he retires to his improvised sleeping pallet, and kneels down folding his legs in front of him and meditates for a while. He does not practice any of his force techniques, other than opening himself to it and allowing it to assist and guide his meditation and revitalize himself. It is strange, but in this place, he finds a peace; one that comes from being on a world with a measure of things familiar to him. Though they are not his things and his culture, it is close enough. Even on his own ship, it is not like home either.

He eventually concludes his meditation, rises and retrieves his sword from the bed, laying it next to him, and lays back and out upon the pallet before covering the majority of himself with a sheet. His breathing deepens then shallows as he takes his rest until the morning.

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*Aslans eyes grow big as his Star Fighter approaches the enormous structure*
Aslan steers the Star fighter to the Palaces East landing platform.
"As the small ship approaches the landing Platform the landing struts lower from the chromium hull of the ship."_A few minutes later the ship touches down in a semi rough landing._

"Aslan looks around the cog pit of the ship he reads over the gauges and warning lights he notices that the only offline system iS the comm system that directly connects him to the Resolute'
Aslan climbs out of the small fighter and begins to wonder now what do i do.

(He reaches and presses a button on his gauntlet which activates his comm system.)
(Aslan to imperial Palace.)
This is Emperor Mund of the SGE i have landed at the East landing platform i have come alone and i await further instructions until then i will stand buy.

[Emperor Ire]

Outside the palace...

The head of Palace Security, Mathias Thalis, approaches the landing pad with a detachment of twenty Carratosian Royal Guards dressed in their standard armor. Thalis is the only one of the group not wearing a helmet and adorned with a flowing cape, a ceremonial sword hangs at his side but other than that no weapons are visible. when he reaches Emperor Mund, Thalis bows his head in respect and introduces himself. "Welcome to Carratos, Emperor Mund of the Sovereign Galactic Empire, I am Captain Thalis of the Imperial Royal Guard. If you would please follow me."

Thalis doesn't wait for any response before turning and beginning to head back towards the palace.

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*Aslan nods back*
"hmm such a large group just to meet one person this should be intersting he thinks to himself."
Nice to meet you Captain.
"Aslan swiftly follows catching up to the captian with swift movements."
(Aslan still thinking am i really making the right choice well this will be very interesting.)
Continues following the captain.

[Emperor Ire]

Thalis, along with the royal guard escort, ushers the Czar of Tion into the palace main greeting hall. The inside of the palace bustles with activity as the masses part for the procession of guards guiding Mund towards the turbolifts. Thalis stays quiet as he motions for the 'Emperor' to get into the turbolift that will take them to the palace's throne room, he keeps his eye on Mund, studying the man and quietly searching for any signs of a weapon. Thalis knows that the time might come where he might need to detain, or even strike down, the 'Emperor' and if that happens he will have to act quickly; it doesn't take a hyperdrive scientist to see there is more to this man than what simple vision can conclude. Once Emperor Mund is inside the lift, Thalis presses the button to select their destination; the throne room awaits.

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*Aslan follows the captain into the turbo lift*
As the doors to the turbo lift slide closed he starts to glance out of the corner of his eye studying his escort he notices that he is a little cautious of himself almost like he is jumpy waiting for something bad to happen.
"Aslan to Thalis"
You know if it makes you feel any better i will hand over my lightsaber and pistol i did not come here for any violence.
He reaches quickly for his utility belt where he removes his lightsaber and his blaster pistol, he quickly hands them over to his escort see i am a reasonable person.
(Let there be a note Aslan has a second lightsaber hidden within his uniform tho it is a smaller less powerfull one it is just ment for blocking other lightsabers it wont inflict that much damage.)

[Imperial Goon]

Cilla had requested of one of her underlings to go and give notice to the Ambassadrix of Dathomir that she would be meeting with a representative of a foreign dominion that wished contact and to visit her world.

She had not been given many details from Cilla to pass on to Ywlame, actually none other than the location of the meeting in the Thu'ree Hall and the time. The poor assistant to the assistant was even going to be stuck in a short bit hustling some clothier to this Takeda fellow. Could the man been so stupid to come to meet a dignitary and not bothered to bring the proper attire? The nerve of some people.

Well, she had arrived at Lady Ywlame's quarters and leaned upon the buzzer at the door, time to get her informed and then run back across the central palace to meet the clothier, get the other party arranged then hustle to her own office get her items organized and make it to the conference.

[Emperor Ire]

The quick movement by Mund urges Thalis to quickly move a hand to his sword's hilt in preparation to strike down the hollow Emperor, when the man presents his weapons Thalis deems him a non-threat and removes his hand from the hilt as he looks down at the weapons before looking back at Mund. "That won't be necessary, milord. However I do suggest you not make quick movements like that when you stand before the Emperor."

As Thalis gives Mund a look of malcontent, the doors to the lift open on the hallway leading to the solid electrum doors to the throne room and the long walk ahead of them is filled with silence from Thalis. Two guards stand outside the throne room with ornate phrik plated vibro-axes blocking the way until Thalis orders them aside, they step out of the way and allow the duo to pass.

The giant doors to the throne room swing open and sitting upon the throne in the back of the room is Lord Ire, Emperor of the Reconstructed Galactic Empire, his glowing red eyes focusing on Mund as he sits in his seat of power. Standing before the Emperor already is a shadowy figure that appears to be an agent of the Empire, Ire motions for 'Shadow' to stay in his place. Thalis walks up to the steps to Ires throne, bows and introduces the Emperor's guest. "Milord, may I present Aslan Mund, Czar of Tion and... Emperor of the Sovereign Galactic Empire."

Ire sits in silence, choosing not to greet the 'Emperor' himself, he looks at the man who wishes diplomacy and allows him to make to speak first in this conversation.

[Ywalme Burz]

Ywalme had been up for hours she is sitting at the room's desk completing some intelligence reports to send to her mother. She has been bored out of her mind. There wasn't much to do here other than shopping and that got old really fast.

At least if I had been home I would be busy doing something other writing reports. I could be hunting with Bill for one. She thinks as she finishes the last one. She gives a sigh she really missed her Rancor, Bill.

She gives a start of surprise when the door buzzer goes off. Now who could that be at this hour?

She asks herself as she goes to answer the door. She sees a harassed looking female wearing an Imperial service uniform, standing there.

Yes? What is it? Do you have a message for me?