OOC:
This is going to be an...interesting char development thread/take over/just all around fun thread. Losses will be sustained, and planets will be taken over, but this is not a fleet thread so please do not assume it as such.
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A single hand stroked the clean, grey control console of the Victory-Class Star Destroyer Black Dragon, within the communications relay center. The hand belonged to Commodore Mighktat, and for hours upon hours he had stood in this room, listening in on the conversational chatter of those around him.
Every now and again a call would come through the static filled uplinks that were aboard the Star Destroyer. In his crisp, clean uniform with the Rogue Imperial Seal emblazoned on the left shoulder, Commodore Mighktat had been assigned the simple task of defending the Hapan Star Cluster from a space tearing war.
The emperor had personally ordered a complete mediation of the conflict between the Hapes Consortium and the Hapan Rebellion until such a time that a clear threat had been calculated. Mighktat, in a sense, had to admire his leader’s decision in attempting to put down the “two bullies” of the Hapan Star Cluster.
But was it really in vein? Look at what the Hapan had done to the Courage and Honor, they had struck without even a second thought. And in full force…the puny Black Dragon was nothing compared to the full might of their navy.
His sudden chain of thought was swiftly cut off like oxygen in a space vacuum from the sudden crackling and static of the comms relay.
“Hundreds of them…..every….we’re all……it’s….one.”
Another fateful battle the Victory Star Destroyer was too slow to reach.
Over the intercom was sent a shuddering echo of the politician’s voice as he cried out what course of action he felt needed to be taken, while most of the royals and other politicians merely shrugged him off. It had taken N’mar N’milno weeks to get this hearing up to date, and not one person bothered to listen to the rebel sympathizer.
“To force our sovereignty into a civil war for no other purpose than to attain political bearing over a populace that does not even support us is absolute philaciousness and I personally will not stand for it, and I can point out at least three or four military commanders that believe the same!” he cried out in a demanding voice.
“N’mar N’milno, are you suggesting a coup de etapt?” one of the political figures, Lordess Marta Vemere of Kultat inquired, rising from her seat in the crowd of Hapan.
“No I am not suggesting that Lordess Marta Vemere of Kultat,” N’mar N’milno insisted, slamming his fist against the podium in frustration. “I am suggesting that our military commanders are not willing to fight a group of people just wanting a fair say in their democracy and some mother loving food on their plates! Why are we insistent on starving out innocent civilians on these planets that have taken up arms? All they want is a fair say in what will be ruling them in terms of outer personas. This is not a crime, and to fire on them for such is flat out wrong! Why can you not see this?”
“If they are our sovereignty they in all reality do not have a choice in the matter of a monarchy,” someone from the crowd cried out.
“But this is not a monarchy in that which we speak of, this is another person coming from another star system entirely coming to claim supremecy over our way of life. Who in turn after the outbreak of the civil war swiftly disappeared from the galaxy, most likely gone into hiding, how is this considered monarchism?” N’mar N’milno cried out, his frustration growing like a Tatooine sandstorm in his body.
His knuckles went wide and blood began to ooze from his palms from the pressure he’d placed on them in his balled fist.
“I believe,” said Mardom Kreitag of Hapes said, rising from his own seat in the front row. “that this hearing is over, Supreme Advisor N’mar N’milno, as is your career in the political division.”
N’mar’s eyes went wide suddenly at the revealing proclamation of Mardom Kreitag, and he gritted his teeth dangerously. “Silence me and you only put a muffle over justice! One cannot remove position and responsibility simply because of a matter of opinion and-,”
“And when your position matters on your opinion’s values and where they will lead this consortium, you can be stricken of it if it endangers the millennia old elapsation of our kind,” one person cried out, and N’mar thought he could feel tears forming in his eyes.
“When war rains down from above,” he said, gripping both sides of his podium with sheer rage. “you know who to thank…yourselves.”
Casting a gaze over the fleet of Battle Dragons placed outside of the planet of Hapes itself aboard the Golan Arms Station EX109, Admiral Hart felt a warming sensation of predetermined victory wash over his body, sending tingles up his spine.
The fleet had been massing rhetorically for days upon days by now, preparing for the destruction of the Hapan Rebellion, the spinning spheres of doom as some had called them were all fully readied and honed for battle.
Turning his gaze then on Commodore Silvek, Admiral Hart truly felt then what was going to be an onslaught of a battle. “Commodore, ready my shuttle, I’ll be joining the fleet momentarily.”
This is going to be an...interesting char development thread/take over/just all around fun thread. Losses will be sustained, and planets will be taken over, but this is not a fleet thread so please do not assume it as such.
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Hapan System</font>
Planet: Maires
Type: Habitable, Little Oceans
Population: Very High
Capital: Martek'Lview
Political Affiliation: Hapan Rebellion
<font color=purple>A weapon in any other factor is a tool until wielded as such which will cause damage to one. Such is with a fist, such is with power. None are deadly, unless wielded by one with deadly intentions.
There is no defiance until there is corruption, in either the defiant one or the one being defied. Defiance was wrought onto the Hapan Star Cluster in response to the welcoming of an outsider as the Queen Mother, this was an outrage.
Outrageousness leads to political uproar and unnecessary strife. This strife and political uproar is then passed down to those of aggression, who then take up arms in response. It was this that started a civil war in the Sepan System, as it starts it now in the Hapan Star Cluster.
Chisaii Kyufou, the new and yet former Queen Mother of the Hapan Consortium, had enveloped the cluster, and that had shot a spining outrage throughout the consortium. Charubah was the first planet to succumb to revolution, and in turn was embraced by Emperor Fearsons' Rogue Empire.
After a vicious skirmish in the midst of the Charubah-Coornit System, the Rogue Imperial Frigate Courage and Honor was forced to take refuge in a Charubahn Battle Station.
Thanks to the efforts of Jaina Solo-Darklighter and the captain of the Courage and Honor, the hyperdrive and sublight drive was restored on the craft, and with thus, managed to tinker away to safety until Rogue Imperial technicians made it out to repair it completely.
However, the Hapan Consortium was planning something...something crude, and something that would throw off the Hapan Rebels quickly and in the end subdue the rebellion. But a single Star Destroyer that lie between the Ortnat and Hapan System had dashed out all plans of such.
</font>Planet: Maires
Type: Habitable, Little Oceans
Population: Very High
Capital: Martek'Lview
Political Affiliation: Hapan Rebellion
<font color=purple>A weapon in any other factor is a tool until wielded as such which will cause damage to one. Such is with a fist, such is with power. None are deadly, unless wielded by one with deadly intentions.
There is no defiance until there is corruption, in either the defiant one or the one being defied. Defiance was wrought onto the Hapan Star Cluster in response to the welcoming of an outsider as the Queen Mother, this was an outrage.
Outrageousness leads to political uproar and unnecessary strife. This strife and political uproar is then passed down to those of aggression, who then take up arms in response. It was this that started a civil war in the Sepan System, as it starts it now in the Hapan Star Cluster.
Chisaii Kyufou, the new and yet former Queen Mother of the Hapan Consortium, had enveloped the cluster, and that had shot a spining outrage throughout the consortium. Charubah was the first planet to succumb to revolution, and in turn was embraced by Emperor Fearsons' Rogue Empire.
After a vicious skirmish in the midst of the Charubah-Coornit System, the Rogue Imperial Frigate Courage and Honor was forced to take refuge in a Charubahn Battle Station.
Thanks to the efforts of Jaina Solo-Darklighter and the captain of the Courage and Honor, the hyperdrive and sublight drive was restored on the craft, and with thus, managed to tinker away to safety until Rogue Imperial technicians made it out to repair it completely.
However, the Hapan Consortium was planning something...something crude, and something that would throw off the Hapan Rebels quickly and in the end subdue the rebellion. But a single Star Destroyer that lie between the Ortnat and Hapan System had dashed out all plans of such.
A single hand stroked the clean, grey control console of the Victory-Class Star Destroyer Black Dragon, within the communications relay center. The hand belonged to Commodore Mighktat, and for hours upon hours he had stood in this room, listening in on the conversational chatter of those around him.
Every now and again a call would come through the static filled uplinks that were aboard the Star Destroyer. In his crisp, clean uniform with the Rogue Imperial Seal emblazoned on the left shoulder, Commodore Mighktat had been assigned the simple task of defending the Hapan Star Cluster from a space tearing war.
The emperor had personally ordered a complete mediation of the conflict between the Hapes Consortium and the Hapan Rebellion until such a time that a clear threat had been calculated. Mighktat, in a sense, had to admire his leader’s decision in attempting to put down the “two bullies” of the Hapan Star Cluster.
But was it really in vein? Look at what the Hapan had done to the Courage and Honor, they had struck without even a second thought. And in full force…the puny Black Dragon was nothing compared to the full might of their navy.
His sudden chain of thought was swiftly cut off like oxygen in a space vacuum from the sudden crackling and static of the comms relay.
“Hundreds of them…..every….we’re all……it’s….one.”
Another fateful battle the Victory Star Destroyer was too slow to reach.
Over the intercom was sent a shuddering echo of the politician’s voice as he cried out what course of action he felt needed to be taken, while most of the royals and other politicians merely shrugged him off. It had taken N’mar N’milno weeks to get this hearing up to date, and not one person bothered to listen to the rebel sympathizer.
“To force our sovereignty into a civil war for no other purpose than to attain political bearing over a populace that does not even support us is absolute philaciousness and I personally will not stand for it, and I can point out at least three or four military commanders that believe the same!” he cried out in a demanding voice.
“N’mar N’milno, are you suggesting a coup de etapt?” one of the political figures, Lordess Marta Vemere of Kultat inquired, rising from her seat in the crowd of Hapan.
“No I am not suggesting that Lordess Marta Vemere of Kultat,” N’mar N’milno insisted, slamming his fist against the podium in frustration. “I am suggesting that our military commanders are not willing to fight a group of people just wanting a fair say in their democracy and some mother loving food on their plates! Why are we insistent on starving out innocent civilians on these planets that have taken up arms? All they want is a fair say in what will be ruling them in terms of outer personas. This is not a crime, and to fire on them for such is flat out wrong! Why can you not see this?”
“If they are our sovereignty they in all reality do not have a choice in the matter of a monarchy,” someone from the crowd cried out.
“But this is not a monarchy in that which we speak of, this is another person coming from another star system entirely coming to claim supremecy over our way of life. Who in turn after the outbreak of the civil war swiftly disappeared from the galaxy, most likely gone into hiding, how is this considered monarchism?” N’mar N’milno cried out, his frustration growing like a Tatooine sandstorm in his body.
His knuckles went wide and blood began to ooze from his palms from the pressure he’d placed on them in his balled fist.
“I believe,” said Mardom Kreitag of Hapes said, rising from his own seat in the front row. “that this hearing is over, Supreme Advisor N’mar N’milno, as is your career in the political division.”
N’mar’s eyes went wide suddenly at the revealing proclamation of Mardom Kreitag, and he gritted his teeth dangerously. “Silence me and you only put a muffle over justice! One cannot remove position and responsibility simply because of a matter of opinion and-,”
“And when your position matters on your opinion’s values and where they will lead this consortium, you can be stricken of it if it endangers the millennia old elapsation of our kind,” one person cried out, and N’mar thought he could feel tears forming in his eyes.
“When war rains down from above,” he said, gripping both sides of his podium with sheer rage. “you know who to thank…yourselves.”
Casting a gaze over the fleet of Battle Dragons placed outside of the planet of Hapes itself aboard the Golan Arms Station EX109, Admiral Hart felt a warming sensation of predetermined victory wash over his body, sending tingles up his spine.
The fleet had been massing rhetorically for days upon days by now, preparing for the destruction of the Hapan Rebellion, the spinning spheres of doom as some had called them were all fully readied and honed for battle.
Turning his gaze then on Commodore Silvek, Admiral Hart truly felt then what was going to be an onslaught of a battle. “Commodore, ready my shuttle, I’ll be joining the fleet momentarily.”