Fandom Star Wars AU : The Fate Of A Galaxy

[Dante Verren]

After the battle of Endor most people though that the war would be over, but they were wrong. The Empire stands at the point of civil war yet it still bares it's fangs at all it's enemies. Content to let the Empire strangle it's self the New Republic has formed from the Rebellion and takes it's time to liberating planet after planet. This surely meant the great war would be over, unfortunately it looked like the war was just beginning.

Filled with lust for power and an unending greed, the Hutt Cartel has began to expand using military force into nearby by planets. On Mandalore the passion of the old ways have returned thanks to a zealot and his fanatics. Forming Neo-Mandalore they blitzed the entire Mandalorian sector, reclaiming it in the name of the true warriors. On Kamino the clone army has returned, using elite training they pushed away the weak imperial pressence and liberated the Kamino sector.

With tensions higher then hey have ever been what side shall prevail? Well we shall have to see.

CS
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/star-wars-au-the-fate-of-a-galaxy-characters.318512/

OOC
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/star-wars-au-the-fate-of-a-galaxy-holonet-message-board-ooc.318508/

Information
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/star-wars-au-the-fate-of-a-galaxy-information.318501/

 

[TrueBananaz]

Chancellor Amirilla Meysa
(Capital of Onderon)
​

Lights shined in Amirilla's face as she walked across the stage to greet her New Republic citizens of Onderon. She took a deep breath of air as she approached the microphone. It was big, black and was in the complete front-center of the stage. It seemed larger than life right now and Amirilla stepped behind it. She closed her eyes for a moment and looked out at the citizens.

"Greetings, Onderon!" Amirilla started, with a cheer from assorted members of the audience as a reply "I know you all are afraid of the Empire. They have been threatening us since day one, but together... Together we can stop them." She sighed "I was only a child when the clones first attacked the jedi. I know how it feels to have nothing. I had to leave my home and to experience the death of my own mother. Know you are not the only ones. Know that there is still hope in stopping the Empire." Amirilla looked out at the audience with passion in her eyes "I want you to help to. You can help in many ways. Whether it is to donate, volunteer, or enlist, I do not care. But with your help, we can make the galaxy great again."

Amirilla sighed, thankful she remembered her speech. It was short, sweet, and to the point. That is how her speeches usually are. She wanted to get the speech over with quickly and then get to the questions, which seemed to her to be the most important part since you are getting the questions straight from the citizens of the New Republic.

"Now, I'll be taking questions from anyone who would like to ask." Amirilla stated.

 

[Dante Verren]

"Rage, fear, love, and despair. Every living things feel these emotions and yet some wish to suppress them. They believe that one can only reach true power by feeling nothing. They are wrong." Invictus paused as he stopped pacing infront of a young male who was quietly meditating. Today was a special day for the recruits, Invictus himself was teaching them how to open the Sith Holocrons. "Others once belived that if you left these emotions unchecked and let them thrive that you would gain even more power but that is wrong as well."

Invictus knelt down and his faceless mask stared straight at the young male who was painfully aware of the Souls presence. Slowly Invictus grabbed his light saber and ignited it, placing the blade only a few centimeters away from the males neck. "The key to true power is a combination of both, you must let your emotions feed you power but you must be the one to control it." The fear was evident on the young males face and it was obvious that he was trying not to panic. "Feed off of your fear, Force it to submit to your will, and then use it's power to open the Holocron."

The young male swallowed hard and began to concentrate, you could tell he was still afraid but a moment later the Holocron popped open and the secrets inside were revealed to the young male. Invictus shut off his light saber and put it away, standing up he went back to observing the progress of the rest of the young ones.

 

[TrueBananaz]

Dante Verren

Serivi Talus
(Korriban)
​

Serivi silently stood closely behind and to the right Soul as he was speaking to the young male. Her smirk was complete apparent on her face while the rest of her face was covered by her hood. She was at ease at she awaited the male to open the holocron. She showed no reaction to Soul's lightsaber nearly cutting the male's throat out. She simply waited for the outcome. She quietly clapped when the holocron was opened and went back at ease, remaining behind and to the right of Soul at all times.

"Soul? What do you say?" Serivi said quietly to Soul "Does he potential? It took him time to open the holocron."

 

[TheRealBmike]

Clear water, the feeling of effortlessly kicking his feet feeling the water against him making him feel safe. Jin loved the water more so then most of his race who saw it simply as there home. As he swam through the water he looked down and saw the city, a marvelous sight of beauty. He smiled and swam back to the city past the towers and other people till he got to this nice little home and opened the door. Inside there was a women holding something in her arms, when she heard the door open she smiled and held up the bundle. Jin swam up to her wrapping her arms around her and looking at the bundle. It was a child, his child, he smiled and kissed the women, his wife. Just then a loud blaring alarm started to sound and the house began to shake.

Jin shot awake to the sound of his close proximity alarm blaring. Well it had been a good dream anyway he thought as he kicked his feet down from the control panel and looked at the view screen. The screen was a little staticky and he banged his first against it and it cleared up "Thats my girl." he said to the ship. That isint good Jin thought to himself, his scanner showed that an Imperial ship was closing in on him and thankfully hadn't tried to hail him yet. He spun his chair around and grabbed the control wheel and began pressing various buttons and throwing switches. Jin didn't have much time and since he hadnt been trapped in a tractor beam by far as he could tell he had a small chance to get away if he was fast.

 

[LoneSniper87]

Ryan Walker
Capital of Onderon

Ryan sat off to the side of the stage where the Chancellor stood, idly listening, but also watching for the sign of any attacker, which if they became a threat would be tagged and and arrested by his squadmates. While his team were soldiers and not cops, this temporary life of protecting the Chancellor while Jessica was in the ICU was a welcome break, let him worry more on her than the fight. He more than anyone wished that Jessica would be alright, and that was for more than just being her medic and team leader. They had grown to be close friends during training and treated her as his second in most cases. He kept watch on the crowd and the Chancellor and kept listening, eyes calm and relaxed though alert.​

 

[Dante Verren]

"My dear Serivi, don't you remember? The force flows through everything. Anyone that is sensitive to it has potential. It is merely the job of the Brains, the Hands, and the Soul to make sure they are able to harness it." He continued to observe for a moment. Nodding to himself he turned his attention to the instructor. "Keep them focused. No student leaves this room until ever Holocron is opened."
Satisfied with the instructors nod Invictus turned and left the room, signaling to his right hand to follow com
TrueBananaz

 

[TrueBananaz]

( LoneSniper87 I'll make another post as Amirilla after a few posts (AKA probably tomorrow))
Dante Verren

Serivi Talus
(Korriban)​

Serivi nodded and walked behind Soul in silence. As she went through the door she looked through the hall behind the door, simply examining ever aspect of the academy. It was hard to believe that this place used to be filled to the brim with sith lords many years ago. It was... Interesting to think about.

"So... Soul. I've never asked this before but... What do you know of this place? The academy that is." Serivi asked.

 

[Field Marshall]

Sebastian sat at the head of a long table surrounded by a War Council of Clan Leaders and the new CEO of MandalMotors. MandalMotors was now back under mandalorian management and they still have information regarding all the stuff they did while under Imperial management. This War Council was about reclaiming those lost assests whether they are related to ships or beskar ore. He wanted to not only reclaim those assests but also to gain control of their facilities and depots. Thanks to MandalMotors they have information not just on their own ships but ships used by the Empire. Sebastian was ecstatic waiting for the new models but he would not rush that process because he knows MandalMotors has a team working on that.

Currently most of the ships the Mandalorians had enough people to man are sitting in Mandalore's orbit as a seemingly excessive defense fleet. Though it was just a really large fleet at present being that other factions have more than one fleet. The only advantage is the skill of those manning the ships and the fact MandalMotors is the best at what they do which is making starships. But of course the best soldiers always need the best equipment.

Some sub topics of the meeting was the relegalization of Mandalorian Crushgaunts which Sebastian himself is a huge fan of and use himself. He wanted it to become a common piece of everyone's armor and currently was having the supplies of them distributed among his best warriors first. But the real problem is how much Mandalorian equipment was sold by the Empire on the black market. The recovery of those shipments as well are imperative. Overall Sebastian was ordering a list of targets in order to regain things stolen from Mandalore that rightfully belong to Mandalore.

 

[Dante Verren]

Random Imperial naval lieutenant-
Currently tracking smuggler ship
​

"Sir we have an unknown ship on our scanners." "Get me a visual." The Lieutenant stroked his chin as the image of the unknown ship came up on a holo-terminal on the bridge of the light cruiser. "Is that the only ship/" "Yes sir." A smile crossed the Lieutenant's face. "Ready the weapons and tie's and open a line with that ship." A moment later the com line was open. "Unknown vessel you are currently in Imperial space, Power down your ship immediately and prepare for boarding inspection or be destroyed. "
TheRealBmike

 

[Dante Verren]

Soul Invictus
Location: Korriban
​

"I know what I have taught to the order. This is an ancient sith academy built in the time of the first sith empire. It is a treasure trove of knowledge, a place so well hidden that the empire couldn't even find it, and it is our new home." He stopped walking next to a railway and looked out over it. Down in the courtyard below many of the Dark ones Blades and Bodies were relaxing or training. "So many mysterires locked away in this hidden gem. Serivi, do you know how I was able to find this when not even the Empire could?"
TrueBananaz

 

[Ulstermann]

Major Tom Hartmann



Location: Yzher Secundus, Border of the Unknown Regions





“Stand to!” The shout travelled down the Imperial trench. Stormtroopers, their white armour marred by camo patterns, scrambled onto the firing step. Major Hartmann, known to the troops of the 110th Stormtrooper Regiment as “The Hammer”, switched the visual feed of his helmet to target acquisition mode and laid the barrel of his E-11 blaster rifle on the lip of the trench. He squinted through the telescopic sight, waiting for the enemy to appear across the rocky, blasted ground.



“Hold your fire until I give the word, boys.” He said through his comms. “Aim for their bellies.” As the major waited, eyes straining and muscles tense, his mind wandered, as it always did, back to the series of disasters that had brought the Empire to this sad, sorry state.



He remembered the day the disaster of Endor had broken throughout the Empire-although the Holonet had been closemouthed about it, the military knew. The fleet knew. Hartmann's own father had perished there, commanding a Star Destroyer. But Hartmann had accepted it-after all, he was a soldier. Soldiers died in battle. It was what happened next that was galling. Sure, the Emperor and Vader had died. Sure, the battle had been lost. But it was the fragmentation that got to him.



The commander of the 9th Army, in which Hartmann currently served, had broken away from the Empire and now was trying to carve out his own fiefdom. The officers of the 110th, including it's commander, Colonel Muller, of course didn't agree with what was basically a betrayal of the oath they had taken to the Empire. But they were soldiers. Rebellion against their commanders didn't come easily. General Kiyama had thrown his soldiers against the neighbouring Imperial systems on the fringes of known space, and had embroiled them in a gruelling slog that had killed an estimated 30% of the army in 59 days of bloodshed. And the enemy were fellow Imperials. Hartmann hated every second of it.



The first enemies-Stormtroopers marked out by yellow shoulder armour- appeared from their positions. Imperial artillery fire intensified, lancing down and carving huge furrows in the ground. Blaster fire from the attackers began flickering. Hartmann looked at his men. They were holding steady. The enemy closed. Major Hartmann drew in a breath.



“Fire!” He yelled, and squeezed the trigger. The entire 110th opened up, blaster bolts darting across the barren land. Hartmann put a tight double-tap into a running enemy, sending the man crashing to the ground. Switching aim the major shot another stormtrooper down as the foe came on. The enemy artillery began dropping amongst the 110th too. Hartmann ducked as an enemy trooper sent a shot over his shoulder. He returned the compliment and the enemy fell, two black holes scorched in his chest.



“Grunewohl, this is Hammer!” He radioed to the Flight Controller, sitting behind his console on board the ISD Overlord high overhead. “We need bomber strikes on that artillery!” Hartmann snapped off a blaster bolt, killing another enemy. “Hammer, we're hard pressed up here.” Grunewohl came back. “Enemy forces are keeping us pinned.” A high-powered artillery bolt exploded violently just down the trench, wiping out Lieutenant Bunnel and seven of his men in an instant. Hartmann popped back up from behind cover, swearing as his bolts missed.



“Damn it, Grunewohl, we need your TIE bombers down here!” He shouted over the din of battle. “We don't have anywhere near enough artillery!” Enemy Stormtroopers had almost pressed forward to the trench, supported by their artillery which was far superior to Hartmann's men.

The major half-turned to the left, firing a burst of blaster fire into the enemy. “Hold your positions!” He yelled, as a heavy E-WEB cannon opened up further up the line. “Hold!”

 

[TrueBananaz]

Dante Verren

Serivi Talus
(Korriban)​

Serivi looked down at the the Dark Ones, watching them closely as they talked, trained, etcetera. She looked at Soul with a puzzled look in her eye. The Empire couldn't find this place? This is a place of great history. Someone had ought to have find it.

"No, Soul," Serivi replied "I am unaware."

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LoneSniper87

Chancellor Amirilla Meysa
(Capital of Onderon)​

A hand shot up in the crowd.

"Greetings!" Amirilla said to the man whose hand came up "What would you like to ask?"

"Thank you, Madame Chancellor." The man stood up, revealing other aspects of him, including a notepad and a badge showing that he was the part of a news agency "I was curious as to what your backup plan is if we do not make up a big enough army and amount of credits? After all, the Empire currently has a stronger Naval strength and Army size."

Amirilla was caught off guard by this question and gave a big sigh, as she was about to give the honest truth "If worst come worst, we might be required to create a conscription or tax."

She quickly noticed the man wrote down something as he sat down and said "Thank you."

Another hand shot up.

"Yes?" Amirilla said.

"What will this tax be on?" The person said.

"This is still being discussed at the moment." Amirilla replied "It will most likely be on pay checks, retail, and dining."

Another hand shot up.

This man looked a lot more unfriendly then the others. He didn't bother to let the Amirilla speak before he spoke. "So, what you are saying, is that you are going to force people to get themselves killed on the battlefield and take our money?"

"There will be some expenses in order to-" Amirilla started before being interrupted by another person.

Amirilla was suddenly swarmed by an ocean of questions and aggression. She couldn't even pinpoint anything anyone was saying through the noise. She was shocked by their reactions.

"Questions are over." Amirilla said quickly before turning away.

Amirilla walked towards backstage in a rush as she motioned the soldiers standing guard to follow her. As she exited the stage, she collapsed onto the nearest chair in exhaust. She had a large sigh and dug her face into her hands. She closed her eyes, thinking about what just happened and how the speech went wrong. She mumbled a few things to herself and looked back up to who was still there.

"Can you be honest, please? How bad did that go?"Amirilla asked to whoever was there.

 

[LoneSniper87]

Ryan Walker
Capital of Onderon

"Move." He said, rising to follow after the Chancellor, the others following after moments later. Once they were safe he glanced at her and grinned. "It went great... Up until you mentioned something they didn't like, it seemed." He said. "Jones, Whitman, crowd control please. Barb, you're with me on the Chancellor." He said. "Where to, Chancellor Meysa?" He asked.​

 

[TheRealBmike]

Dante Verren

Just as he was about to finalize the coordinates for the warp the transmission came through. Jin rubbed his temple it always seemed it be him that got chosen for these 'random' ship searches. "Sure thing powering down. Is there a problem?" he tried to sound as if he had no idea what was going on but he knew. He powered down his ship and the engine whined to halt, he hoped that he didn't leave anything in the open or anywhere scanable. But this time luckily he also happened to have some actual cargo besides the smuggled goods. Jin reached over and grabbed his cargo clearance making sure his blaster was secured to his hip. He didnt want to give them anything to fuss about, and with any luck they would be done and gone without noticing a thing.

 

[Field Marshall]

Mandalore the Zealot currently was focusing on tightening his grip on the Mandalore Sector and reclaiming key points with Mandalorian Space first. He could chase after what is outside the sector afterwards, currently different clans were raising hell recapturing territories they will be held responsible to governing. Even worlds like Concord Dawn and Concordia are the responsibility of a specific Mandalorian Clan.Those clans also have the duty of converting their Dar'Manda constituents into Mandalorians.

Sebastian himself was overseeing a the conquest of Gargon a world full of black market gangsters who all to willing customers of the Imperials who bought a ton of Mandalorian equipment and beskar shipments. Unfortunately having Mandalorian equipment does not mean one can fight like one which the planet's crime syndicates where finding out all too late. Sebastian's personal Kom'rk Class Transporr had dropped him and his personal guard at the Spaceport the gangsters planned to take all their goods and escape offworld from. Fighter pilots made crippled the criminal transports grounding them. Sebastian and his men came to mop up these usurpers on the ground.

Sebastian drew his custom beskad and pointed forward, his men descended upon the gangsters like rabid asharl panthers of course there were actual asharl panthers tearing into the gangsters as well because fellow members of Clan Rodarch are also in his personal guard. Sebastian trotted boldy and imposingly dead center at the enemy he shot and cut down those who got in his way. His personal guard protecting his flanks while he shredded the center with arm cannon and sword. It was a rather lack luster rinse and repeat battle all the way to the safe room the masterminds of these gangs had retreated too.

Sebastian killed the gang leaders not with his arm cannon or sword but with the flamethrower built into his vambrance he roasted those scoundrels alive without remorse. The scum on this world weren't worthy of reconditioning into Mandalorians they deserved to die as Dar'Manda.

 

[Dante Verren]

Random Imperial naval lieutenant-
Currently tracking smuggler ship
​

"Send down the boarding party. I want every nook and cranny of that ship searched." The officers saluted the lieutenant and set out to obey his orders. The Light Cruiser pulled up near the smuggler ship and lined up the two airlocks. The connector slowly made it's way from the cruiser until it reached the smaller vessel. Once it was clamped into place the boarding party made it's way to the smaller vessel.

The connector doors opened with a light hiss. Five men stepped through the door, one in an officers uniform and the other four in a storm trooper armor. "Are you the captain of this vessel?" asked the officer to the Alien.
TheRealBmike

Soul Invictus
Location: Korriban
​

"The answer is quite simple. The Emperor was blinded by his absolute hate. He believed that rage was the only way to true power, and so this temple hid itself from him. I on the other hand have learned to control my rage. I have learned to control it and let it grow, only to be released when I tell it to. That is why the temple revealed itself to me."
TrueBananaz

 

[Ulstermann]

Major Tom Hartmann

Location: Yzer Secundus



Hartmann ducked as an enemy officer swung a vibro-knife at him, narrowly missing. The major's E-11 barked twice and the enemy perished. Hartmann steadied himself against the trench and fired several careful bolts into the mass of enemy troopers swarming their lines. The recoil jerked him back slightly but he was happy to see several stormtroopers go down. Happy, but not really. These men were like his own. They shouldn't be fighting. His blaster spat red again. It wasn't looking good-those damn TIE bombers weren't coming. Looked like Kiyama had sacrificed the 110th.



“Hammer, this is Gundark.” The voice of Colonel Muller came through Hartmann's comms. “Good news. Got a couple of AT-ATs on the way. Have the Sabrecats arrived yet?”



The major glanced over his shoulder, looking for the distinctive shape of the Imperial hovertank. “Not yet, sir.”



“Damn it!” Muller swore fluently for a second. “All right, Tom. Hold them for as long as possible-but don't sacrifice yourself, you hear? Pull back if you're about to be overrun.”



Hartmann killed another enemy with a neat double tap to the chest before replying. “Sir, they're almost at our trench. We just don't have the manpower.”



“Tom, pull back. I'll tear the head off those bastards in orbit if I have to, but you'll get that air support to cover your withdrawal. Hold on a little while longer.”



The major acknowledged then signed off. Shaking his head at the foolishness of it all he thrust his E-11 back over the lip of the trench and opened fire, ruby-red blaster bolts flashing from the barrel.





Above Yzer Secundus

ISD Birkenhead



The ISD II Birkenhead had been engaging the forces of the 9th Army for almost eight rotations. Captain Potter, who swore his allegiance to Admiral Tennyson a few systems away, stood watching in satisfaction as his fighter squadrons pressed the attack on Kiyama's fleet. “Move to attack vector 3.332.” He informed his helmsman.



“Sir, ship leaving hyperspace in our vicinity!” The nav officer broke in. “It's an ISD II, sir!”



Potter frowned. “Identification!” He snapped at the nav officer. “Is it hostile?”



“Weapons and shields are powered up but their scanners are passive.” The nav officer said. “No fighters launched.”



“Then what-” Potter began.



Before he could even finish his sentence the viewscreen came to life. On it appeared a figure wearing the immaculate uniform of an Imperial Grand Admiral. But the face-it was a face unlike any he had ever seen. A pair of glowing red eyes in a pale blue face watched him calmly. “Captain Potter.” The figure said, it's voice calm and smooth. “Greetings.”



“Who and what the Hell are you?” Potter demanded. “And why are you wearing an Imperial uniform?”



The figure seemed to smile slightly. “Who am I? Why, captain, I am Grand Admiral Thrawn. And I am the heir to the Empire.”