Smells Like Victory

[Darth Inheris]

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Standing on the bridge of her Audacious-Class Frigate, the 'Nocturne', she reflected how quickly the sundering of Tython had been completed. A short, sharp assault, the planet under Sith control, a symbol of the Jedi orders former strength, never again to be held by them. The loss of it would hopefully be felt in the force by them, a loss that could not be returned. While they mourned, the Sith could celebrate.

Desperate matters called the attention of both Empires to all corners of the galaxy. But here in the Core a quick victory would be good for morale. And, given the impending ending of the Civil War, in one way or another (and she knew where she was placing her bets), a chance for some small bonds of allegiance to form between them, reaffirm who the true enemies were in these dark days. Allies were hard to come by in the Empire, harder still to keep. But Saorise had always thrived at such games, and here would be no exception.

All across the holonet, images of the planets surface, of the occupation, would be beamed. A reminder to the galaxy that they had not forgotten what had come before, who was in their sights. And it took no great fleet, no great effort from the Sith to do so. Just determination, strength, and power. All of which the Sith Empire still held, she hoped, in these trying times. A reminder then, that such an effort was a trifle for the Empire. She prayed it had worked,

"And with that I think we can safely remind ourselves, the Jedi will not destroy us so easily" she said, raising her glass to a room of attendees, officers and allies who had made the effort such short work. A good work done, and a moment to enjoy it. A politicians toast, but a toast nonetheless, as guests raised their glasses alongside. A time for all to know their allies, before their enemies made another attack.

And Saorise was sure it wouldn't be long before it came.

Spoiler: OOC

Open/Social for OE and IR members. Open to reactions for other faction members who'd like to respond to the broadcasted images. Thanks all, have fun :D

 

[Harrison Fletch]

Harrison was aboard the renowned and famous Crusader, Saroise’s ship. He was among many officers and Sith who came to celebrate the Crusader’s countless victory and success. With an expensive wine in hand, Harrison along with the other attendees raised their glass to cheer on Saroise. After her speech, everyone milled around the ship greeting old friends and allies while meeting new ones. Harrison personally wanted to see the Crusader who had really changed the Empire l, in a majorly good way. He respected her.

@Nightfall

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[Horus Tempest]

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"Oh."

Horus was fiddling with his newest creation, muttering to himself about writing or practicing a song as he sat on the Winter's Crest. He had the broadcast channels open to receive any Holonet news that might be important. Plus, some of their Holodramas weren't terrible, not quite what you'd expect from a top class broadcasting company but with a war on all the stories had immediately become tragedies. It was absolutely annoying at first, but after a while, he found himself binge-watching while on break between assignments and training. It wasn't until the Holonet began relaying images of a newly occupied- wait. The Sith already had control over Tython. Sure, it was a birthplace of the Order and was considered sacred in times past, but the current Jedi's knowledge of such things was limited, and Horus for one certainly didn't have any attachment to a world that had already been lost.

"Grats, the Empire has reconquered a planet from themselves."

He took a moment to facepalm. This was... probably the most idiotic thing he'd seen on the air in a long while. The Sith had destroyed part of their history, sure, but... it was under their control the entire time? There was absolutely no need to increase and suddenly batter a location they'd clearly already conquered. Perhaps one of the higher-ups had done a strange variation of spices and this was the result. Or maybe the hallucinogenics where making a comeback and those Sith pictured genuinely thought they'd somehow trampled over the Jedi Order. It was laughable. The Jedi didn't really aspire to have attachments. To anything. And if you did, it was careful and controlled, so that it wouldn't cause an extreme emotional response. What exactly was the purpose of this? He walked over to the screen, took a look at the monitor one more time, then flicked it off.

"...Anddddd that's enough of that. Where was I?"

 

[Dax Rau (TL8)]

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"Kark me, that smells." Dax exclaimed as he emerged from the washing room of the light freighter. He had watch and piloting duties while Cory (@EmilyHuene ) and several other Mandalorian marauders slept to rest for the next mission. The next Sith controlled world. Dax slipped into the pilot's chair then and checked and rechecked the the calculations for the next jump.

Suddenly the appearance of a Sith fleet filled his screen and the back from of, was that Tython? Suddenly other images of troops marching on the surface and random acts of 'control' and imperial enforcement flash over the screen. Dax cocked his head puzzled by what he was seeing.

"And with that I think we can safely remind ourselves, the Jedi....are the smarter of the karking wizards" he interrupted over the sith's message and looked to the astromech. "Look at me look at me. Fear Me. My cousin's brother's sister put my man-child prince into tiny dark hole just before getting her head knocked off by her elderly uncle. Now I'm leaderless, and the mandalorians keep taking my planets for themselves and blowing up my palace. Now I'm invading a rock I already invaded. Fear Me, Fear Me." Dax rambled, then made a scoff sound from his nose.

The mech gave a confused beep and tweet.

"I know, I liked the creepy guy better to. He's not as hot but at least he's not kicking his own ass."

 

[Arial Calvic]

Arial was hard at work putting her files together, eager to get to work on her newest project. She needed to have all of her information ready to go for her next deployment, not to mention she needed to make room for the reports she would be giving to her new Sith ally. Her holopad buzzed to life on her bed, with an alert about the war effort flashing across it's screen, some progress had been made against the Galactic Alliance! Arial felt a throb of excitement in her chest, as she moved to investigate it. At first, she was confused, so she reread the report again. Then she was furious. Was this a joke? Was someone trying to screw around? Where there was pride and excitement, there was now only bitterness and anger. Did the Imperial Republica really waste resources attacking a planet they already own? Have soldiers engage in combat with dormant buildings and ancient ruins, then have to audacity to announce this as a victory? Corosaunt had a smoldering crater where the Imperial Place once laid. Imperial Hutta was now the breeding ground for degenerates. And they had the nerve to announce this action as a victory? As a strike against the phantoms of jedi?

Arial had received training to keep her cool, to not reveal any emotion, to keep it all submerged, and it was well within her power to be restrained. But she didn't feel the need to. She hurled the holopad at the bed and gripped the sides of her head in frustration. Was this some pat on the back by a committee who was so arrogant, so stupid to not see what was happening? Oh if the Emperor only knew the level of their depravity, he would have them all strung up by their entrails and shot. But the Emperor was a busy man, he couldn't devote his time to babysitting every single simpleton that thought breaking a pot was the same as ensuring the balance of the Empire. Slowly, Arial lowered herself onto her bed, before sinking into it. It seemed that the Empire would have to be fighting this war on it's own, with it's allies seemingly unable to manage anything meaningful; but there was still time for them to redeem themselves. She dug her fingers into the bed and let out a deep sigh, banishing the negative emotions that impeded her thoughts. Someone needed to actually do something, other than acts of Vandalism and chasing ghosts. If their Imperial allies weren't going to do something about it, then the Empire would shoulder the burden, again. Arial retrieved her datapad and closed out of the window of the fake celebration she was witnessing. She had work to do.

 

[Jorhan Caelli Merced]

The GSS Corusca trudged through the inky blackness of the mid-rim with sluggish purpose, now into its second week of a slow, slow haul between two mediocre trading outposts. In his cabin, Jorhan Caelli-Merced, previously of the conscripted armed forces of Corellia, turned merchant captain, and Sector Relief Corp member, sat, feet up on his desk, leaning back in his chair as he read through his deeply unsuccessful blog The Hyperlane Herald. A stim hung from his mouth, the falling of its slowly burning ash currently being of greater interest that most of the rest of this journey combined.

As such, when the news went off on his screen, he sat up and took notice - if only to help pass the mind-numbing boredom of this journey.

Footage of Imperial Forces retaking a world they had recently lost dominated his screen, some over the top music playing in the background as if to punctuate how scared everyone should be that an army, at wartime, was invading places. He shook his head "What a massive waste of time," he mumbled to himself "...more people dying so some Emperor can move their toy tank across the map a bit further." he shook his head again and stood up from his chair.

"Or is it an Empress now?" Jorhan mumbled jabbing out his stim, as something nagged in the back of his head, something he had forgotten, something probably rather important. "They die off so quickly these Imperial types, easy to lose track."

Wandering to his bridge, he sat down in the command chair and buckled himself in. "Prep for todays third jump." he shouted out to one of the deckhands, who nudged an astromech to do it for him.

Another busy busy day...

 

[Sabrina K]

She was busy sorting out lightsabers, she had few from dead acolytes on Korriban. She was planning on defrauding the Alliance, as @Hugo Ion had put a bounty on lightsabers. As she was sorting out genuine lightsabers, she did think atleast these miserable failures, will still be useful as they would help her get richer. She was watching the holo tv, it was a comedy show about two neighbours. They where a Echani family, and Mandalorian clan. They got into all sorts of petty fights, and other capers. It appealed to her, as it proved the Sith where better. This was well most sith, some sith where almost worthless, well apart from the bounty on lightsabers. Though she figured the Galactic Alliance would never fall for such as stupid thing, but it was worth a punt. Though the issue was delivery of them, that was something she had not figured out. To be fair, she is eighteen and not thought this through.

Then it finished, and news came on. The Imperium Republica had invade typhon, and have declared it great success. The statement read, this proves that they not just a passive dying empire. The operation was declared a complete success, she had to think for a moment. Typhon a planet that is in their space, and has no defensive capabilities. She began to smile, and then smile that broadened, and then she began to laugh. They conquered a planet, in their own territory and declared itself victorious. She rolled over as she was in stitches, who the hell do they think they are kidding. No one but the biggest idiot would fall for that, how much resource have they wasted on this, for this cheap victory.

After putting the lightsabers down, as she decide it really was a waste of effort, and she could come up with a better idea. She head to bar area, this would possibly be the biggest joke of the day their. After all they invaded nothing, and are coming up with obvious propaganda for it. She did wonder, how low they have sunk doing this.