OOC____Again: this takes place thirty years in the future from all current operations. TJE’s storyline will be one of its own, but feel free to hop in and make it interesting.
Enjoy.
IC/
The Jutraalian Supreme Inquisitor was in bad form the morning of the eighteenth day in the seventh month of the Jutraalian calendar. For three days prior, the slowly aging Viscount del Forza had slept none, instead he remained at his post deep within the self contained Obsidian Citadel, the enormous center for the Imperial Jutraalian Inquisitoriate, the Internal Police Departments, and dozens of other agencies which had been amalgamated under the sphere of the Inquisitor’s influence.
The building itself fit both the descriptions of Obsidian and Citadel. The structure would have only been out of place on Coruscant due to its design; in size, she was a match. Adding up to three hundred stories tall and over a kilometer in width as well as length, every non-window face was made of imported black marble. The view ports themselves were darkly tinted; on many dark evenings, the imposing building appeared to be no more than a spired lump on the landscape, angular and deadly. Rising from the main annex were twelve spires in tall, pyramidal form. In them were offices, relay centers, and trillions of documents kept on flimsiplast and data disk.
As a Citadel, it fared equally well. Her impressive, glossy exterior was not for mere show, for the material used to build for the sides had proven extremely resilient to both energy and projectile fire. After an external section of outer offices and conference rooms was a trillanium shell, compositely created to form armor heavier and more durable then aboard the four Eclipse-class Star Destroyers that formed the core of the Fleet Command sections.
Weaponry was not lacking in the structure, for underneath the façade were fifteen turbo laser batteries, twenty flechette launchers, and forty heavy anti-aerial emplacements. Troops were not second rate either, for an entire Inquisitoriate Battalion was stationed therein, armed completely to the teeth, their arsenal including armored personnel carriers, Heavy Walkers, two companies of repulsor tanks, and three companies of Armored Personal Assault Vehicles, themselves redesigned and up-armed versions of their Clone War grandfathers.
Located only five kilometers from the metropolitan Royal Manor that housed the Emperor, Chadd Feasrons, the Obsidian Citadel was in an ideal spot to show its power, as well as keep watch on the disloyal who were close to the Sovereign.
The Viscount del Forza, who had had a great appreciation for the building on his better days, hated it and was heard murmuring about its immensity as he retreated to rest for the first time in seventy-plus hours.
Those around him were rarely fearful to awaken him from his slumber, but as many had experienced what their commander was to a lesser extent, knew that any such action would be ill advised. They so warned a young Fleet Commodore who had arrived at the Inquisitor’s Mansion with a small escort company in tow. The twenty-year old officer blustered at their cordial warnings and decided to stroll in himself.
The aides, most of whom outranked the Commodore, stood aside to allow the officer’s presumption to pay for itself.
When the toarr wood doors closed behind the Commodore, several returned to their relaxed positions in large chairs in the antechamber, while others moved obviously closer to the door.
“ We’ll be able to hear it from here, Mikall,” commented Major General von Laang, the Inquisitor’s Army attaché as the Inquisitor’s Stormtrooper liaison, Lieutenant General Armman moved his arm chair closer to the book case adjacent to the doors.
“ True.” The elder stormtrooper, who had lost none of his commanding presence and full musculature with age, let his chair be but kept his ears perked nonetheless. Von Laang laughed.
The sounds were not long in coming.
“ What do you mean by disturbing me!!!!!”
“ Do you have any idea what time it is!!!”
“ Do you know how much I’ve slept in the last three days!!!!”
“ Who the frell are you!!!???”
After a string of less than pleasant diction, the irate shouting stopped. An eerie silence reigned, and every one outside had a unanimous thought: the Commodore had lost his life. A casual and lazy call from Captain Ritmman brought four Inquisitoriate Guards into the antechamber who would have to dispose of the body quietly so all present could return to sleep.
Needless to say, all were surprised when the Supreme Inquisitor, Grand Admiral the Viscount del Forza stepped forth from the room, doing up his double breasted great coat. Following him was the Commodore, a terrified look in his eyes but his face stern and cool. Anyone who withstood the Viscount’s wrath came out the better for it. Knowing that, von Laang made a mental note to make a bet to see what rank the young officer was in the morning.
“ Gentlemen, we have a crisis. I can only imagine why you were not informed. Let us away…rapidly.”
When the Grand Admiral inhaled heavily and began power walking towards the entrance a hundred meters down the Grand Hall, his staff exchanged puzzled looks, then ran after him.
The Viscount never panicked.
* * *
The glowing red eyes of the Emperor burned with hatred, plain as day, through the darkness of the briefing room where a company’s worth of officers had gathered. The Emperor sat in his small elevated throne, with the Supreme Inquisitor to his left, lower than his Sovereign, but higher still than any of the same rowed officers.
When the lights were raised, silence was all that could be heard as Grand Admiral Traylor snapped to attention to await his Emperor’s questions. Only the Emperor was given deference among High Command, for all others therein, regardless of rank, were treated with equal respect and on a first name basis. It added to the efficiency of the operations, and removed fear from subordinates. Inside the large briefing room in the Royal Manor, not one person dared blink for the Emperor had done nothing. Fear ran rampant in the room.
“ Supreme Inquisitor, what do you make of this?”
The Grand Admiral stood and strode forward to the wall-sized holo map with four red arrows knifing themselves into the Jutraalian Borderland Regions blinking in slow succession. The Viscount studied the map from several angles, and turned to the audience.
“ What we have here is more than an invasion. Our new enemies bring with them genocide, and have undoubtedly eliminated all humanoid life in the three systems so far taken. The seven others under attack, when they fall, for they will, shall be put to the sword as well. Our enemy is ruthless and has no love for valor. They shall take only two things while we allow them to stay: territory, and lives.
“ Me recommendation is to stage a series of delaying actions against their advance units while we bring together the assault fleets from their refit docks and staging areas. I would suggest committing half of our Fleets to the assault proper, designating two as Home and Territorial Defense, and two more as a mobile reserve should the counter attacks run into trouble or they strike elsewhere.
“ While the assault is launched, I can withdraw elements from the System Defense Flotillas and form another reactionary defense force. Given their predisposition to order and swift victory, the must strike, if again at all, somewhere else in the Trallt Sector. We must concentrate there.”
The Supreme Inquisitor had indeed earned his position as Grand Admiral through naval merit, but he was not infallible. He knew this, and did not reproach others for making averse suggestions. Those who encountered him felt free to make suggestions: within reasonable limitations.
“ Ierin,” said Lord Admiral Ara, rising from his front seat, moved over to the Supreme Inquisitor. “ What about Yaviir? It is a center of production and a Fleet munitions depot. If I were their commander, I would hit that with whatever they’ve got waiting in the wings.”
“ But we are not them. Taking it would have no use for them. They think strategically. It is important to us, and heavily defended. But the system itself has no territorial strategic value. Weighed against what we would lose to what they would gain, it is safe from attacks, until we use it to our advantage.”
“ I agree,” replied the Emperor, who, as his Supreme Inquisitor, was no slouch in naval matters. “ Reserves will be placed behind the front, and the counter attack will stage immediately. Admiral Zen, you will take command of the delaying actions. Grand Admiral del Forza, you will hold your Third and Sixth Fleets in reserve for Interior Defense. Make every world a fortress. I will lead the counter attack.”
Such action was common place under Emperor Fearsons.
The briefing lasted for another five hours, well into the evening, with a flurry of shuttles taking off and landing in the Capitol City. The Emperor remained in the Manor, beginning the arduous work of informing the public that the Sovereign Jutraalian Empire had been invaded.
The Viscount left Despayre and returned to his typical home: the Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyer Illustrious, one of the oldest of the Eclipses in service.
There, he began his own work, closely related to the invasion. He had to set some other works in motion to take advantage of the opportunities the invasion would present the Inquisitoriate.
The Vong would pay, as would the meek.
Enjoy.
IC/
The Jutraalian Supreme Inquisitor was in bad form the morning of the eighteenth day in the seventh month of the Jutraalian calendar. For three days prior, the slowly aging Viscount del Forza had slept none, instead he remained at his post deep within the self contained Obsidian Citadel, the enormous center for the Imperial Jutraalian Inquisitoriate, the Internal Police Departments, and dozens of other agencies which had been amalgamated under the sphere of the Inquisitor’s influence.
The building itself fit both the descriptions of Obsidian and Citadel. The structure would have only been out of place on Coruscant due to its design; in size, she was a match. Adding up to three hundred stories tall and over a kilometer in width as well as length, every non-window face was made of imported black marble. The view ports themselves were darkly tinted; on many dark evenings, the imposing building appeared to be no more than a spired lump on the landscape, angular and deadly. Rising from the main annex were twelve spires in tall, pyramidal form. In them were offices, relay centers, and trillions of documents kept on flimsiplast and data disk.
As a Citadel, it fared equally well. Her impressive, glossy exterior was not for mere show, for the material used to build for the sides had proven extremely resilient to both energy and projectile fire. After an external section of outer offices and conference rooms was a trillanium shell, compositely created to form armor heavier and more durable then aboard the four Eclipse-class Star Destroyers that formed the core of the Fleet Command sections.
Weaponry was not lacking in the structure, for underneath the façade were fifteen turbo laser batteries, twenty flechette launchers, and forty heavy anti-aerial emplacements. Troops were not second rate either, for an entire Inquisitoriate Battalion was stationed therein, armed completely to the teeth, their arsenal including armored personnel carriers, Heavy Walkers, two companies of repulsor tanks, and three companies of Armored Personal Assault Vehicles, themselves redesigned and up-armed versions of their Clone War grandfathers.
Located only five kilometers from the metropolitan Royal Manor that housed the Emperor, Chadd Feasrons, the Obsidian Citadel was in an ideal spot to show its power, as well as keep watch on the disloyal who were close to the Sovereign.
The Viscount del Forza, who had had a great appreciation for the building on his better days, hated it and was heard murmuring about its immensity as he retreated to rest for the first time in seventy-plus hours.
Those around him were rarely fearful to awaken him from his slumber, but as many had experienced what their commander was to a lesser extent, knew that any such action would be ill advised. They so warned a young Fleet Commodore who had arrived at the Inquisitor’s Mansion with a small escort company in tow. The twenty-year old officer blustered at their cordial warnings and decided to stroll in himself.
The aides, most of whom outranked the Commodore, stood aside to allow the officer’s presumption to pay for itself.
When the toarr wood doors closed behind the Commodore, several returned to their relaxed positions in large chairs in the antechamber, while others moved obviously closer to the door.
“ We’ll be able to hear it from here, Mikall,” commented Major General von Laang, the Inquisitor’s Army attaché as the Inquisitor’s Stormtrooper liaison, Lieutenant General Armman moved his arm chair closer to the book case adjacent to the doors.
“ True.” The elder stormtrooper, who had lost none of his commanding presence and full musculature with age, let his chair be but kept his ears perked nonetheless. Von Laang laughed.
The sounds were not long in coming.
“ What do you mean by disturbing me!!!!!”
“ Do you have any idea what time it is!!!”
“ Do you know how much I’ve slept in the last three days!!!!”
“ Who the frell are you!!!???”
After a string of less than pleasant diction, the irate shouting stopped. An eerie silence reigned, and every one outside had a unanimous thought: the Commodore had lost his life. A casual and lazy call from Captain Ritmman brought four Inquisitoriate Guards into the antechamber who would have to dispose of the body quietly so all present could return to sleep.
Needless to say, all were surprised when the Supreme Inquisitor, Grand Admiral the Viscount del Forza stepped forth from the room, doing up his double breasted great coat. Following him was the Commodore, a terrified look in his eyes but his face stern and cool. Anyone who withstood the Viscount’s wrath came out the better for it. Knowing that, von Laang made a mental note to make a bet to see what rank the young officer was in the morning.
“ Gentlemen, we have a crisis. I can only imagine why you were not informed. Let us away…rapidly.”
When the Grand Admiral inhaled heavily and began power walking towards the entrance a hundred meters down the Grand Hall, his staff exchanged puzzled looks, then ran after him.
The Viscount never panicked.
* * *
The glowing red eyes of the Emperor burned with hatred, plain as day, through the darkness of the briefing room where a company’s worth of officers had gathered. The Emperor sat in his small elevated throne, with the Supreme Inquisitor to his left, lower than his Sovereign, but higher still than any of the same rowed officers.
When the lights were raised, silence was all that could be heard as Grand Admiral Traylor snapped to attention to await his Emperor’s questions. Only the Emperor was given deference among High Command, for all others therein, regardless of rank, were treated with equal respect and on a first name basis. It added to the efficiency of the operations, and removed fear from subordinates. Inside the large briefing room in the Royal Manor, not one person dared blink for the Emperor had done nothing. Fear ran rampant in the room.
“ Supreme Inquisitor, what do you make of this?”
The Grand Admiral stood and strode forward to the wall-sized holo map with four red arrows knifing themselves into the Jutraalian Borderland Regions blinking in slow succession. The Viscount studied the map from several angles, and turned to the audience.
“ What we have here is more than an invasion. Our new enemies bring with them genocide, and have undoubtedly eliminated all humanoid life in the three systems so far taken. The seven others under attack, when they fall, for they will, shall be put to the sword as well. Our enemy is ruthless and has no love for valor. They shall take only two things while we allow them to stay: territory, and lives.
“ Me recommendation is to stage a series of delaying actions against their advance units while we bring together the assault fleets from their refit docks and staging areas. I would suggest committing half of our Fleets to the assault proper, designating two as Home and Territorial Defense, and two more as a mobile reserve should the counter attacks run into trouble or they strike elsewhere.
“ While the assault is launched, I can withdraw elements from the System Defense Flotillas and form another reactionary defense force. Given their predisposition to order and swift victory, the must strike, if again at all, somewhere else in the Trallt Sector. We must concentrate there.”
The Supreme Inquisitor had indeed earned his position as Grand Admiral through naval merit, but he was not infallible. He knew this, and did not reproach others for making averse suggestions. Those who encountered him felt free to make suggestions: within reasonable limitations.
“ Ierin,” said Lord Admiral Ara, rising from his front seat, moved over to the Supreme Inquisitor. “ What about Yaviir? It is a center of production and a Fleet munitions depot. If I were their commander, I would hit that with whatever they’ve got waiting in the wings.”
“ But we are not them. Taking it would have no use for them. They think strategically. It is important to us, and heavily defended. But the system itself has no territorial strategic value. Weighed against what we would lose to what they would gain, it is safe from attacks, until we use it to our advantage.”
“ I agree,” replied the Emperor, who, as his Supreme Inquisitor, was no slouch in naval matters. “ Reserves will be placed behind the front, and the counter attack will stage immediately. Admiral Zen, you will take command of the delaying actions. Grand Admiral del Forza, you will hold your Third and Sixth Fleets in reserve for Interior Defense. Make every world a fortress. I will lead the counter attack.”
Such action was common place under Emperor Fearsons.
The briefing lasted for another five hours, well into the evening, with a flurry of shuttles taking off and landing in the Capitol City. The Emperor remained in the Manor, beginning the arduous work of informing the public that the Sovereign Jutraalian Empire had been invaded.
The Viscount left Despayre and returned to his typical home: the Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyer Illustrious, one of the oldest of the Eclipses in service.
There, he began his own work, closely related to the invasion. He had to set some other works in motion to take advantage of the opportunities the invasion would present the Inquisitoriate.
The Vong would pay, as would the meek.