Star Wars: A Galaxy in Crisis | IC | OPEN

[Azanaire]

~ STAR WARS : A GALAXY IN CRISIS ~

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Roleplay Date: 7 April 140 After the Fall of the Republic (AFR)

Star Wars

A Galaxy in Crisis

The Republic is gone
from major protects in the Middle and Outer rim worlds
with many factions rising up to take it's place

The Jedi Council moved to their ancient planet
of Tython but some jedi broke away from the
council and spread across the galaxy

Meanwhile the Sith lead by Darth Kiolan and his apprentice
Darth Mordon plan to reunite the Sith, eliminate the
Jedi and conquer the galaxy

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The Galaxy, composed of thousands of star systems and various species, has been rocked on its side - the once Galactic Republic has been disbanded for almost a century in a half. The Sith Empire, once a primary antagonist of the Republic, has fallen into obscurity in the Outer Rim, with fewer than a thousand warriors. In the one hundred forty years since the fall of Galactic Republic, numerous entities such as the Mandalorian Confederation, the Dominion, the Conglomerate of Ornitek, the Black Sun Syndicate, the Greater Zyggerian Consulante, and the Interstellar Mineral Trade Confederation have become Galactic players for control of the Galaxy. Meanwhile, the Jedi Order has continuously expanded, nearing the desert planet of Jakkuu, while the Sith Empire continues to plan its overall control of the Galaxy and the destruction of the Jedi for once and forever. Numerous Jedi and Sith have taken their own paths to complete their own destinies. In this rolpelay, you will shape your future, and the galaxies destiny in return...

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Rules

• No OOC content whatsoever, there is a OOC forum page for that and you will be warned immediately.
• Follow Nationstates rules and guidelines, Discord and NS has different rules and I expect you to behold to those rules.
• Any obsessive god modding will be invadlidated and you will receive a strike.
• 3- Strike Method will be used if necessary.
• OP Word is law, If me or my fellow OP say something, you can disagree but this is our role-play and I expect you to respect that.
• No one-liners allowed. In this role-play, we will use medium to long sized paragraph content for a great and realistic role-play.
• Don't be that guy
• This Star Wars alternate universe role-play is based on canon content with the exception of the Sith Capital Drumond Kaas, please respect that.
• You must use D-20 rollers in combat with another nation and for tech/research related content
• No Superweaponry allowed unless asked by me (NO DEATHSTARS)
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• You are required to join the Discord server for D-20 rollers and Bank related content. If you cannot for some reason, contact me.
• This is a fun role-play, don't make it unnecessarily hard

CONSTRUCTION MENU IS VOIDED AS OF JUNE 5TH, 2020.

Military/Civilian Construction Costs

• Military Construction:
  - Small Military Facility
  Types: Small Outpost, Small Anti Orbital Emplacement, Small Military Factory, Small Shipyard
  Cost: $30,000 (Outpost and AOE) $50,000 (Factory and Shipyard)
  Upkeep: $20/day(AOE), $100/day (Outpost), $1000/day (Factory and Shipyard)
  Construction Time: 1 hour (AOE), 2 hours(Outpost), 3 hours (Factory and Shipyard)
  Limits: TIme and Money, can build as many as you want at a single time
  Bonuses: Outpost and AOE +1 to planet defense rolls for every 20, Factory allows construction of droids, equipment, etc. Shipyard allows 1 extra building slot for Corvette, Frigate, and Destroyer but only for one type.
  - Small Ships:
  Types: Fighter, Corvette, Frigate, Destroyer
  Cost: $150 (Fighter), $5000 (Corvette), $8000 (Frigate), $15,000 (Destroyer)
  Upkeep: $10/day (Fighter), $400/day (Corvette), $600/day (Frigate) ,$1000/day (Destroyer)
  Construction Time: 10 min (Fighter), 50min (Corvette), 1 hour (Frigate), 2 hour(Destroyer)
  Limit:You can build as many fighters as you want at a time. You can only build one type of small ships each at a time, but that can be increased if shipyards are built.
  

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  - Medium Military Facility:
  Type: Military Garrison, Medium AOE, Medium Military Factory, Medium Shipyard
  Cost: $75,000 (Military Garrison and AOE), $100,000 (Factory and Shipyard)
  Upkeep: $50/day (AOE), $1000/day (Garrison), 10,000/day (Factory and Shipyard)
  Construction Times: 2 hours (AOE), 4 hours (Garrison), 6 hours (Factory and Shipyard)
  Limits: Time and Money
  Bonuses: Garrison and AOE give +1 to planet defence rolls for every 5, Factory allows the building of Tanks, Fighters, APCs, etc. Medium Shipyard allows more building slots for cruisers.
  - Medium Ships:
  Type: Cruiser
  Cost: $100,000
  Upkeep: $9000/day
  Construction Time: 4 hours
  Limit:Can only build one at a time unless shipyards are built
  

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  - Large Military Facility:
  Types: Military Headquarters, Large AOE, Large Military Factory, Large Shipyard
  Cost: $150,000 (MH and AOE), $350,000 (Factory and Shipyard)
  Upkeep: $1500/day (AOE), $25,000/day( MH), $150,000/day (Factory and Shipyard)
  Construction Times: 4 hours (AOE), 8 hours (MH), 1day (Factory and Shipyard)
  Limits: Time and Money and only 3 large factories
  Bonuses: MH and AOE give +2 to planet defence rolls for every 3. The Factory reduces upkeep of military buildings by 10%. The large shipyard grants 1 additional building slot for either battleships, carriers, or heavy battleships.
  Large Ships:
  Types: Battleship, Carrier, Heavy Battleship
  Cost: $500,000 (Battleship), $650,000 (Carrier), $1,000,000 (Heavy Battleship)
  Upkeep: $150,000/day( Battleship), $300,000/day (Carrier), $500,000/day (Heavy Battleship)
  Construction times: 1 day (Battleship), 1.5 days (Carrier), 2 days (Heavy Battleship)
  Limit:Can only build one at a time unless shipyards are built
  - Dreadnought Ships:
  Types:Dreadnought, Heavy Dreadnought
  Cost: $3,000,000(Dreadnought), $5,000,000 (Heavy Dreadnought)
  Upkeep: 700,000/day (Dreadnought), $1,000,000/day (Heavy Dreadnought)
  Construction Times: 5 days (Dreadnought), 8 days (Heavy Dreadnought)
  Limit: Can only build one at a time, limit of one per fleet
  - Dreadnought Shipyard
  Cost: $5,000,000
  Upkeep: 500,000/day
  Construction time: 2 days
  Bonuses: Allows construction of Dreadnought ships
  Limit: Can only build 1

• Civilian Construction:
  Income Buildings
  Types: Factory, Hospital, Mine, Galactic Market
  Cost: 10,000 each
  Income: 10500/day (hospital), 12000/day (mine), 14000/day (Market), 15000/day (factory)
  Construction Times: 3 hours each
  Limits: Money and Time, no limits to the amount that can be built at a single tim. Every 100 factories you must have 20 mines
  

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  Bonus Buildings
  Types: Resource Depot, Engineering Firm, Holonet Connections
  Cost: $150,000 (Resource Depot), $200,000 (Eng. Firm), $1,500,000 (Holonet)
  Upkeep: $25,000/day (RD), $35,000/day (Eng. Firm), $500,000/day (Holonet)
  Construction Times: 1 day each
  Bonuses: Resource Depots decrease all military buildings cost by 5000 on the planet the depot is built on. The Eng. Firm gives a -30 min construction time to buildings being built on the planet the Engi. Firm is on. The Holonet decreases travel time in an empire by 30 secs.
  Limits: Resource Depots are limited to 1 per planet, Engi Firms are limited to 2 per planet, and the Holonet is limited to 1 per empire.

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• Defense Force Construction
  - Droids:
  Types: B1, B2, Juggernaut, MagnaGuard, Droidekas, Commando, Tactical Droid
  Cost: $10 (B1), $100 (B2), $95 (Juggernaut), $250 (Droidekas) , $240 (Commando), $10,000 (Tactical Droid)
  Upkeep: 5/day (B1), 20/day (B2), 15/day (Jug), 100/day(Droidekas), 90/day (Com), 1000/day (Tac)
  Construction Time: Droids are produced instantly
  Limit: Must build a small factory to build droids, Money, every small factory can build 30,000 droids at a time. For every 200,000 droids you must have a tactical droid.
  - Humanoid Soldiers
  Types: Clone, Soldier, Sergeant, General, Specialist
  Cost: 150 (Clone), 50 (Soldier), 100 (Sergeant), 10000 (General), 650 (Specialist)
  Upkeep: 50/day(Clone),25/day(Soldier),25/day(Sergeant),1000/day(General),300/day(Specialist)
  Construction Time: People are recruited instantly
  Limit: Must build a small factory for equipment, Money, every small factory can equip 50,000 people at a time, For every 800,000 people you must have a General.
  - Vehicles
  Types: Tank, APC, Mobile Artillery
  Cost: 35,000 (Tank), 5000 (APC), 15,000 (MA)
  Upkeep: 3500/day(Tank), 500/day(APC), 1500/day(MA)
  Construction Time: Vehicles are produced instantly
  Limit: Must build a medium military factory to produce vehicles, Money, You can only have 1 of each per every 10,000 droids/people.

[Mordka]

Star Wars

A Galaxy in Crisis

The Republic is gone
from major protects in the Middle and Outer rim worlds
with many factions rising up to take it's place

The Jedi Council moved to their ancient planet
of Tython but some jedi broke away from the
council and spread across the galaxy

Meanwhile the Sith lead by Darth Kiolan and his apprentice
Darth Mordon plan to reunite the Sith, eliminate the
Jedi and conquer the galaxy

[Mordka]

Korriban:

Darth Mordon heads to the holoprogejector chamber to answer to his master Darth Kiolan as he entered the chamber, he stepped into the ring. A blue projection of his master appeared. "What is my bidding my master" said Mordon. Kiolan replied "The Mandalorian Confederation must be dealt with" Mordon replied "You want me to organise an invasion" Kiolan shook his head and said, "no we need them to turn on the Jedi and their leadership, make sure it is done" Mordon replied with a "yes my master" as the projector turned off, Mordon turned to a Sith Trooper telling him to get him Darth Glasyr.

[Intellectual Beauty]

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[Davincia]

Hypori

Kuya Firgis stared at the hypnotic bending of reality that streaked across his shuttle's front window, thinking hard as he traveled through hyperspace toward his favorite colony. He rode an antique vessel, a Sheathipede-class craft built for wealthy tycoons. Alongside him was another member of the Corporate Board, a Neimoidian dressed in yellow garments better suited for royalty. The president of the IMT was on a "diplomatic" mission that was sure to escape the suspicions of Ornitek, his most prominent rival. The megacorporation thrived in the Outer Rim, processing huge amounts of mineral ores from asteroids and planets. Getting the stuff out of the ground was the easy part. Transporting it was the real challenge.

"Our arrival to Hypori is imminent, President Firgis," said the shuttle's pilot, a mere droid.

"Good. Take us down to our headquarters. I wish to inspect our new factory."

The droid did as it was instructed. The bug-shaped vessel touched its legs on the landing platform of a tower that far rose above the dusty world. Below it, the mechanized complex stretched for a considerable distance, almost a full kilometer in every direction. Offworld labor was brought in to smooth out the construction of this new factory, one that was to be the crown jewel of the IMT. The Republic was no longer an obstacle to the corporation's goals. Eventually, the president and his close associate departed from the shuttle and made their way deep into the factory. There, Firgis beheld something glorious, something breathtaking. Thousands of combat droids rolled off the assembly line, each branded with the company logo. This was his design, his product, his army.

And it was to be feared.

[Azanaire]

Sundari, Mandalore, Mandalorian Confederation

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Duchess Tiva Qyrnoost, pictured

The Duchess Tiva, of House Qyrnoost, played with her hair as she walked down the corridor towards her coordination room with her close advisers and other House members. She was tall, nearly 6'2 with Blonde eyes and Hazel eyes. She had assumed the throne after her father, Duke Ignac, was killed over the planet of Felucia in 138 AFR, and had to deal with the matters of the Mandalorian Confederation while also adhering to the Jedi code, as she was a Jedi Knight. She is one of the few force-sensitive Mandalorians, and was sent to the Jedi Temple of Ahch-To when she was a infant. She wields two white lightsabers and is known for her military skills.

As she walked into the large, circular conference room, her advisers bowed and greeted her. "Thank you all, please be seated," she smiled, "Is there anything new to report? How is the construction of the dome in the Northeast Corridor?'

Her senior adviser, a Mandalorian male named Hanot Jiela answered, "Madam, the construction of the city of Ollinar is currently at 81% percent completion. However, there has been reports of the Death Watch raiding on Concordia and Knowest. What should we do?' Mr. Jiela asked, looking at the Duchess.

"I will go to Concordia and speak to the locals, hopefully we can quell this situation." Tiva said in response, gesturing to have her protection squad follow her.

"Wait Ma'am! The Jedi High Council has ordered you to immediately meet them on Ahch-To. They say it's urgent!" says a aide.

She sighed before saying, "Well guess I'm going to Ahch-To! Keep me up to date on the situation with the Death Watch. I will be back soon."

The Duchess and her entourage walked from the conference room, to a elevator to the ports in the Royal Palace. They then boarded a large frigate and departed from Sundari. Duchess Tiva put on a cloak and polished her lightsabers while departing...

[Tysklandia]

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[Azanaire]

Ahch-To, the Unknown Regions

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Duchess Tiva and her personal entourage including her sister Neila, bodyguard Iunam, and adviser Oknar arrived on the Southeastern Continent of the Wehnka, where the Ancient Jedi High Council resides. As she stepped off her ship, she noticed that the temperature was colder than normal, and noticed that something was direly wrong.

The Mandalorian Delegation, after passing through several security checkpoints, finally arrived at the Jedi Temple. As she walked through the corridors, multiple Jedi greeted Duchess Tiva, smiling and giving her a light handshake. Finally, she arrived at the large door of the Jedi High Council Chambers.

"Wait here," she instructed to her sister and fellow Mandalorians. She took a deep breathe and entered the Jedi Council Chambers. She took a bow.

"Jedi Knight Tiva..." boomed a low voice, "What a pleasure to see you after some time."

"Thank you Grand Master Elatar, It is a honor to come back to the Temple. However, I wish the situation was more known. Master Elatar, why was I summoned?" asked Duchess Tiva, a worried glance bestowed her face as she looked at the Jedi Masters within the large Chamber.

"Duchess Tiva... you are one of the best Jedi Knights to have ever been groomed since the fall of the Galactic Republic. We believe it is time for you to pass to you this challenge that our own Council cannot accomplish," announced Master Seyda Onasi. A Member of the Tholothian species, Master Onasi is known for her brutal tactics in battle and is one of the few Jedi Masters to have a fought - and killed a Sith Lord in the last two centuries.

"Indeed.." murmured Miralian Master Asori Kasr'a, a younger Jedi Master who was appointed to the Council after her master succumbed to the Dark Side.

"I do not understand Masters, what are you talking about? What is my mission? I'm the Duchess of Mandalore and its Confederation, I'm not an active Jedi Knight!" yelled Duchess Tiva in frustration. Her face had become tense, and her heartache began racing faster and faster.

"Jedi Knight Tiva Qynoorst, The Jedi High Council has given you a task that is considered confidential and essential - to the future of this Council and the Galaxy. Our task that you have been given is to infiltrate the Sith Empire, draw the factions against each other and invade the Sith - and make sure that the die out." announced Grand Master Dostoga Elatar, in a serious tone, "We will be sending numerous Jedi Knights and Masters throughout your Confederation to maintain intelligence and assist you. Jedi Masters Dasha Prost and Vaj Sarlin will join you in Sundari, while Jedi Masters Jkeli Uniq and Kksiu Adkei will be assigned to the planets of Felucia and Yavin. May the Force be with you, young one."

Duchess Tiva, feeling conflicted about her newfound duty yet proud she was chosen to defeat the Sith, bowed and She rose from her chair. She subtly said goodbye and followed Masters Prost and Sarlin to a large Frigate where they would fly back to Sundari, and began planning the destruction of the Sith.

"It is a honor to meet both of you," smiled Duchess Tiva. The two other Masters smiled as the ship took off towards Mandalore. Duchess Tiva took a seat and watched as they jumped into hyperspace...

[Intellectual Beauty]

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[Ovesa]

Peace. Passion.
Knowledge. Strength.
Serenity. Power.
Harmony. Victory.
The Force.

Shaal wandered through the forgotten ruins of Korriban, accompanied only by the dust-covered remains of once great statues and monuments. Almost none of the original plaques or inscriptions remained: they had either been stolen or lost to the sands, weathered away into nothingness. Still, it was a lovely and peaceful place for a Sith to be. For a world so consumed by wrath and fear, these less-walked pathways served as a subtle, yet pleasant escape from the continual turmoil.

She stumbled upon a cracked stone pedestal, where a statue once stood. The material was a bright, cool-white stone, a stark contrast to the warm, desert tones of the area. After a brief moment, it clicked; she recognized that stone.

Alderaanian marble. Only a handful of Imperial-era projects used that. This ruin's only two centuries old, at most.

This wasn't the first time she picked up on something as obscure as a foreign rock. Shaal was observant, and she could remember details most wouldn't even bother noticing in the first place. She could remember how many fractures there were on a particular stone path, pick up on the intricacies and mannerisms of a specific person, and list off the exact traits and location of a given artifact. As much as she valued her intuition and awareness, she was fundamentally passionate about knowledge. It served as her strength, her weapon, her guidance. Without knowledge, she was nothing.

As serene as the ruins were, there was a distinctive sadness that lingered in the monuments. Statues and catacombs stood as solemn tributes to forgotten Sith Lords, names long lost, memorials neglected to rot. In their time, they might have been the most powerful indvisuals in the Galaxy, but that did not matter now.

What made an Empire great? How could such powerful individuals fall so easily by the wayside? What was power, anyway? How could an Empire bring forth an era of harmony while achieving the ultimate victory?

As she contemplated, her personal comlink began to pulse light, emitting a quiet beeping sound. No more time for reflection; there was work to be done.

Shaal activated the comlink. Sitting in her hand was the holographic image of her Master, Darth Glasyr. "Apprentice, it's good to see you again." For a man who thrived on secrecy and intimidation, he spoke warmly. "How are your studies on Korriban?"

Even in monochrome, he carried a distinctive presence; cultured and professional, he spoke with an intonation that could either harm or charm, depending on the day. He prided himself on this professionalism almost as much as his archaeological accomplishments.

The Sith Lord was well into his Twilight years; dark veins lined his arms, head, and neck, forming jagged lines across his visible skin. Wisps of grey, gossamer hair held fast to his aging head. Angular and rigid, everything about him was well defined.

Shaal spoke flatly. "Productive. Satisfactory, even." When Darth Glasyr called, it was only for one thing: errands. "How may I serve you, my Lord?"

"I need you to go visit the university on Kamal VII to speak with a representative of the Zygerrian Consulate. This is a diplomatic mission; treat it with the utmost of care."

She stared ahead, blankly. "Why do the Zygerrians care about our archaeology?"

Darth Glasyr chuckled. "This isn't about ruins, Apprentice. This is about the future of the Sith Empire and its allies. Besides, this will be a great opportunity for you to experience something new."

Whenever he said "experience something new", it was a code for "I owe someone a favor and I'm sending you to do the work."

Shaal nodded, reluctantly. "Yes, Master."

"Splendid, I'll arrange for a shuttle." And just like that, he was gone.

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A few hours later, the shuttle had arrived on Korriban. Shaal boarded the shuttle, unsure of what would be awaiting her...

[The United Empire of Exucular]

Hosnian Prime, Royal Senate Building

"Thank you for your time all of you, this meeting is now adjourned. I wish you all safe travels."

With that the handful of senators, guild members and their entourages stood up and filed out of the chambers. Emperor Vero Noscondora-Solo had just finalized the plans to produce of several new starship designs of various classes across the RGC's shipyards. Something that he was required to oversee being the Emperor and Guildmaster over the Commonwealth.

With two guardians at his side Vero left the chambers and traveled to the landing pad where a transport was waiting for him. He boarded the transport and they quickly made their way across the urban surface towards his personal flagship. Along the way he looked down at the vast ocean of beings that called Hosnian Prime their home. Each and every one he was responsible for both directly and indirectly.

Arriving at his ship Vero set in a course for Corellia. Along the way he would think of courses of actions for recent galactic events. It seemed that many of the galactic powers were beginning to move much faster these last few weeks. Factions from here in the Core all the way to the galaxy's edge were stirring in a way that hadn't been seen since the fall of the Republic almost 150 years ago.

It was time to start finding allies and supporters across the vastness of space. Vero considered formalizing relations with the Core Confederacy to the galactic north as they were the Commonwealth's closest neighbor. Until now the two factions only traded through the hyperspace lanes. Perhaps it was time for something more official.

[Intellectual Beauty]

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[Azanaire]

Ports of Sundari, Mandalore, Mandalorian Confederation

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The frigate comprised of Jedi Masters Prost and Sarlin, along with Duchess Tiva, her sister, aide, and bodyguard soundly arrived at the spaceport above the planet of Mandalore. Due to heightened tensions between the Mandalorian Confederation and its splinter group, Death Watch, a group trying to disband the Confederation and re-establish relations with the Sith Empire; any arriving guests to the Capital of Sundari must go through a security hub in orbit of the planet to assure the safety of civilians and the Duchess and House Qynoorst.

Duchess Tiva, a major figure in Mandalorian history, was required to wear an large cloak to hide her identity while passing through the gates, as she was accompanied by Jedi Masters who were not approved by House Qynoorst to accompany her back to Mandalore. As the Jedi Masters, the Duchess, and her entourage began to leave the ship - they noticed something was off.

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Jedi Master Dasha Prost and Vaj Sarlin

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The Jedi began to walk towards the security guards, who were wearing black Mandalorian Beskar armor - custom to the Mandalorian Security Forces.

"Some identification please?" asked an officer, who had a rugged voice. Jedi Master Prost smiled before saying, "I am Jedi Master Prost, this is Jedi Master Sarlin. We've come to visit the Capital of Sundari to visit with our friends. We bring no trouble."

The security guards glanced at each other before clicking a button on their wrist. "Please wait here," the guard warned. The Jedi Masters glanced at each other and then looked at Duchess Tiva who murmured, "Those aren't the usual protocols for entering Sundari. Something happened when I was away,"

The three Jedi Masters grabbed their lightsabers and ignited them. "Follow us, sister!" announced Tiva, giving her sister a pat on the shoulder. The trio and its accompanying delegation crossed the security lines towards the docks to Sundari and other cities. As they were about to enter a small corvette, large red blaster bolts rang in Duchess Tiva's ears.

'Deathwatch!' gasped Amelie, grabbing her blaster and firing it at a guard, who then fall to the ground.

"Get your delegation to the ship, we'll hold them off," yelled Master Sarlin, pointing to the ship. Tiva led her delegation to the ship and watched as Master Prost struck down a guard, kicking another in the chest and severing their head. The Masters then proceeded to get onto the corvette, and the group launched towards the surface.

'We aren't gonna make it!" announced Amelie, who was the pilot, she pressed several buttons to get as close to Sundari as possible.

"What do you mean we aren't gonna make it?" yelled Oknar holding on to his seat.

"Our stabilizers are fried when those terrorists opened fire, I can try to land us in the sand dunes, but they are farther away from Sundari and they might follow us there," said Amelie, looking at her sister, who nodded in approval.

"Welcome to the Mandalorian Confederation, masters!" smiled Tiva, who plundered down on a small sofa..

[Sao Nova Europa]

The middle-aged man in the black formal suit stood up and headed to the podium. He was inside a hall filled with almost a hundred people, most of them government officials and journalists working for the state news agency. His speech was going to be transmitted to the Dominion HoloNews, the only news channel allowed in the Dominion Imperium.

The man's name was Jonathan Starwalker, Press Secretary of Emperor Maximilian IV. His family had been in the Order of Scholars for decades, grandparent, father and son serving in the imperial administration. Jonathan was a typical example of the bureaucrat-scholar that the Dominion liked to promote as a societal role model: well-educated, soft spoken and with a proper understanding of social etiquette.

"The Imperial government, on orders from His Imperial Majesty, is pleased to announce our new 'Infrastructure Investment Bill' or IB, as we like to call it. Our government wants to kickstart the imperial economy through a generous package of public investment that will stimulate economic production. Our current rates of growth, while reasonably well, are simply not good enough. We firmly believe that a large-scale stimulus package will radically increase our rates of growth. The bill will subsidize the construction of ten factories. This will be done with a combination of direct cash payment and drastic tax cuts. The overall cost of the program will amount to $200,000. The subsidies shall be allotted to investments in strategic industries by reputable private corporate leaders. In return for this state aid, they have agreed to hire more people than they would initially done and to increase the wages offered. This cooperation between the state, corporations and workers is what makes the Dominion the envy of the Galaxy."

[Mordka]

Concordia:

Tor Vizsla, the leader of Death Watch was heading to his war room to plan another attack on the Confederation. All of a sudden the holoprojector turned on reviling an armoured figure in what looks like Mandalorian Neo-Crusader Armour, heavily modified and painted black, he also had the symbol of the Sith Empire on the top right side of the armour and the helmet looked like it was cut to fit the cybernetic eye in place of his left eye, he also noticed two lightsabers on his belt. Vizsla fell on his knees saying "The Sith have returned", the Sith eyed the room and then said "I am Darth Mordon, and I heard of your loyalty, you could be useful, and as a reward Mandalore will be your's, I am sending a sith call Darth Glasyr and his apprentice to you to get rid of the jedi and to give you a gift" Vizsla replied "Yes Lord Mordon" and the projector turned off. Vizsla then said to the others "Change of plans prepare for Lord Glasyr's arrival".

[Intellectual Beauty]

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[Danceria]

Kalla VII
Zygerrian Space...

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Kalla VII was a place of learning. It's University was where the scions of the Corporate Authority's Elite went to learn politicking and policymaking, and was the border between the now humbled Corporate Sector and the Sith satrapy.

Already in orbit, the Outward was a sly corvette, slinking about in the stars as per the predatious whims of it's owner. His Highness had arranged for an audience with an apprentice of one Lord Glasyr. As a satrap, and technical suzerain of the Sith Empire, any expansion on his end would ultimately benefit the Empire-who had spent the past hundredsome years piecing themselves together whilst honoring the time honored tradition of killing one another over egotistical gains.

Shaal Kirse however seemed to have two and a half dimensions to her personality, but one didn't need to be charming to be useful to King Uzimand. As the corvette gently drooped into the Starport, communiques hissed up and down the hyperlanes to his ears. Spy networks on Makem Te spoke of the burning civil war between the "Congress of Caliphs" and the warmongering "Temple of the Beatific Razor", while others penetrated bureaucracy on Bonadan. A handful hearkened an opportunity to support the Death Watch, and perhaps a war with the Confederation-but Uzimand knew it wasn't time for war just yet. Yet "conflict rarely occurs when you want it to", as his late grandmother would often say. For now, he descended into the sunny blue atmosphere for a rendezvous, and to keep an ear on another important Sith Lord-This time a direct source.

Kamal VII was a place of learning, and soon the galaxy will be taught obedience.

[The United Empire of Exucular]

Corellia

Vero Noscondra-Solo passed through several starships, shipyards, and orbital facilities before breaking through Corellia's atmosphere. It had been a number of months since he had been back home. Obligations on Hosnian Prime prevented him from leaving and taking a long overdue break. Now that the royal senate was in recess he had time to take sometime to himself.

However, he doubted he would have that much time. He new he would be leaving the borders of the Commonwealth in the coming weeks. As head of state and government he needed to be at the forefront of any delegation leaving RGC territory, especially one of this importance.

Gathering allies and bringing more systems into the Commonwealth was the main priority. He would probably spend some time securing more planets along the Galactic south. Notably the worlds at the crossroads of the Shipwrights Trace and Corellian Trade Spine hyperlanes. From their he would most likely head into the Confederacy and then onto Mandalore to secure good relations. The Outer Rim, Vero believed, would be the real wildcard. Several factions of various ideologies and strengths could be found out there. It would be important to the Commonwealth to know who her friends and enemies would be out there.

[Intellectual Beauty]

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[Azanaire]

Mujki Dunes, Mandalore


"Hold on to something we are about to crash into those dunes," yelled Amelie, pressing several buttons to dis-engage thrusters and pull back the parking mechanisms on the corvette.

A few seconds later, the ship crashed into a large hill of sand. "Everybody out now!" yelled Master Prost, aiding the aide and bodyguard out the ship, along with the astromech droid. 'Where's my sister?" asked Duchess Tiva, pacing around the ship for a sign of her sister. She then heard a soft groan in the pilot seat and she ran over to the front of the ship that had electrical fire whoring.

"Sister! I'm here, I'm here! Hey, we're gonna get help, I promise - Master Sarlin help me please!" cried Tiva, holding her wounded sister in her arms. Amelie had a large slash on her forehead and several scratches. The duo carried her outside to where the others are and laid her down on the sand.

"Master Prost, have you been able to get into contact with Sundari? We need a medevac as soon as possible..." asked a solemn Tiva, a tear dropping down her cheek.

"Sundari said they will be here as soon as possible but Death Watch has been actively attacking the past few hours, they estimate an hour time window," announced Master Prost, a disappointed look on her face was prominent. She kneeled down and put her hands on the slash on Amelie's face and began meditating.

The slash began to heal immediately and Tiva gasped in surprise - she had not known Master Prost had healing abilities.

Oknar, the bodyguard taking watch, gasped as a blaster bolt struck his chest, and he fell down the slope of the hill.

"Deathwatch!' yelled Master Sarlin, igniting his lightsaber.

[Davincia]

Hypori

President Firgis now sat at in an ornate meeting room with several Muun business leaders, including the planetary governor, handpicked by the IMT's corporate board. There was a noticeable tension in the air as the greed-fueled men waited for their wise president to speak. Firgis kept a blaster on his hip at all times in case his subordinates became too ambitious. Hopefully the guards in the room were loyal to the cause, for he was an excellent shot when necessary. Firgis touched his thumbs together and stared at the group of low-browed faces. He readied himself to speak.

"Gentlemen, your progress has been abysmal," Firgis was blunt. "I am ashamed of how IMT resources are being spent here."

A Muun treasurer stood up in a fit of rage. "How dare you? We have strengthened our assets on the most distant colony in the IMT! We are more vulnerable than Mygeeto and you refuse to give us a fighting chance."

"Oh?" he tilted his head. "I didn't realize I was responsible for your mismanagement. While you sit on your hands, our enemies grow more powerful by the day. The Jedi and Sith are not going to stay out of IMT space forever, and neither will Ornitek. I will be seeking out more qualified partners to guard our assets."

The Muun members whispered between each other. To come all this way to tell them the bad news was outrageous, but they were still unsure of what Firgis wanted to do next. They quieted down and waited further.

"We need to buy time, and that requires a distraction. I will be seeking out the Mandalorians to create some chaos in Ornitek space. In the meantime, I expect progress on Hypori. I want my fleet and I want my army in fighting shape. You are all dismissed."

[Azanaire]

Mujki Dunes, Mandalore

As Master Darlin ignited his lightsaber, he deflected a blast bolt from a member of Death Watch, sending it back to the member who then crashed his jetpack into the wreckage of the ship, igniting a large fire.

"We need to get out of here, now!" yelled Sarlin, deflecting more bolts from the insurgents. In a sudden glimpse of hope, a small frigate is seen on the horizon, with Sarlin pointing to the ship, "There, Duchess!"

The entourage quickly manuevered to get the wounded Amelie ready for evac and back to Sundari. Jedi Master Prost ignited her two amethyst colored lightsabers and began heroically deflecting shots at the Mandalorians. A larger Death Watch member launched a wrist rocket near Master Prost, throwing her into the air and she landed several feet away.

The small ship encircled the wreckage several times, attempting to block the insurgents from inflicting further casualties among the group. The ship then began to extend its landing platform, and Duchess Tiva and Master Sarlin quickly helped Master Prost to her feet and led Amelie to the landing platform.

Amelie, still suffering from her injuries yet in better shape than previously, caressed her younger sister's cheek and smiled, "Thank you, sister, I lo-" Her response was cut short by a shot to the chest, and Amelie collapsed to the floor of the landing platform, dead.

Duchess Tiva screamed, "No!" and ignited her white lightsabers, force jumping to the two remaining warriors and disarming them. She put her lightsaber to the warrior's throat, "Who sent you?" she screamed, desperately wanting revenge. "You really think I'd tell you. You don't belong on the throne!" laughed the warrior. The Duchess, in a fit of rage, pierced the other warrior's armor through their chest.

"I assure you that I will make your death even more painful than your counterparts. Now let me ask again, who sent you?" she smirked.

'Uhhhh, there are rumors that the Sith Lord Darth Mordon has aided us. I have family, please let-" replied the warrior, who was then killed by Tiva's lightsaber. "My sister had a family too," she whispered before putting her lightsabers away and then walking towards the ship.

Masters Prost and Sarlin looked at each other in disapproval with Prost whispering, "She is the one who is supposed to destroy the Sith? She is more destined to become one!"

Sarlin cautosuly nodded his head, "Trust in the Force, Master Prost."

The ship then took off, departing for the Mandalorian Capital of Sundari.

[The IndependentSystems]

Evile Onzat
Coruscant

In the shadows a young Zabrak man watched as two gangsters bartered over stolen goods. One was a Pyke and one was a gangster who worked for the Hutts. Evile had been tailing them for several rotations, getting as much evidence as he could to ensure he could legally take them down. He watched as they shook hands, closing his eyes and reaching out with his mind, connecting with the Force, to see what exactly this Hutt gangster was trading the stolen generators for. As he searched, he quickly realized that it was nothing alive. Soon a few stolen protocol droids were brought out and that was that.

Moments later his comlink began beeping. He sighed, watching as the gangsters turned towards the alley he had been hiding in, blasters unholstered. Evile stepped out of the alley, hands in the air.

"Look you guys, you know black market dealing is illegal, yadda yadda yadda," he said, rolling his eyes as he spoke, "Honestly? It's just generators and protocol droids. I don't care enough, and as you can tell by the comlink, someone else needs me. So how about you guys just finish this deal, agree that it's the last one, and we all be on our way?"

Evile was answered with blaster fire. He sighed as he gripped his lightsaber with the force, pulling it from his belt and igniting the bright violet blade. Within moments the blaster fire had ceased, the two gangsters incapacitated, but not dead. Evile contacted the authorities before running back to his speeder bike. As he flew through the skies of Coruscant, Evile activated the communications on his speeder. A hologram popped up, a Jedi master deflecting blaster fire.

"Evile, gang war, upper levels of Coruscant. Get here, NOW!"

Evile smiled, taking off towards the coordinates he was given.