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DARK EMPIRE II

The Emperor has been reborn in a young clone body on Byss, his fleets expanding outward in a rapid campaign of conquest. His Inquisitors roam the Core worlds to collect, evaluate, and train new Force Adepts to serve his Dark Empire. The Emperor, after reforming the Dark Side Hierarchy, took for himself a new apprentice to replace Vader, DARTH CYTHERA.

In a mission on RHEN VAR, Cythera failed in her assignment to kill Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, becoming maimed in the process. In a desperate effort to pursue Skywalker, Cythera leads her ship KORRIBAN on the Jedi's probable course.

Meanwhile, Commander Alana Tyrna found herself under investigation by the KOMISSARI for disregarding military protocol to save her pilots' lives. As punishment, LORD BRAKISS transferred her task force to the forces gathering at Cal-Seti to attack the YEVETHA, a genocidal race of xenophobic non-humans in the Koornacht Cluster.

On Coruscant, deep within the Imperial Palace, the Emperor has gathered his Dark Side Council to join a meeting of the ruling Imperial Council to plan the next steps in their struggle to return the dominance of the Sith . . .
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Important links:

The story so far (Get up to speed, quick!)
>https://pastebin.com/54Vfvsff

Archive
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dark+Empire

Pastebin for info dumps
>https://pastebin.com/u/Timekiller21

Twitter feed I use to announce planned game times.
>https://twitter.com/DarkEmpireQuest

This is the map system I use for planning
>http://www.swgalaxymap.com/

And this is a gold mine resource for Star wars info, take with a grain of salt since this universe follows its own continuity.
>http://starwars.wikia.com/

I allow between ten and twenty minutes for voting depending on the importance of the issue and how divided the vote is. If the vote is tied up, I usually allow an extra five minutes for a tie breaker, and if no one votes, I roll for the tie breaker (The will of the dark side).

I always try to incorporate (and encourage) write ins if they don't violate the spirit of voted decisions, though I may edit or tweak them to fit better.

I also am always open for questions. I'll just ask that they stay relevant to current events in the quest, or at least the near future.
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The Imperial Council meeting is nearly done when you enter. The red-clad Royal Guardsman who stood watch over the door subconsciously straighten up as you pass through the open blast doors, and into the council chamber. It was nice, you reflect, to be able to stride confidently in, rather than creeping around like you had in your old, broken body. Granted, being a stooped and frail old man had its advantages as well, luring your enemies into a false sense of superiority. You also weren't sure this new body was worth the indescribable agony of willing your very soul away from the oblivion of the force and into this empty vessel.

As you enter the chamber, you are followed by a pair of silent, subservient Sentinels. Sentinels had once been human beings before being warped and augmented with the Dark Side to become towering warriors, loyal only to you. Along with the sentinels, you have with you the core leadership of your Dark Side Hierarchy, save your apprentice Darth Cythera, and Executor Sedriss the Darkest Knight of your Blackguard, the "muscle" of your Hierarchy.

Instead, accompanying you are: Sly Moore, your longtime supporter and the Archmage of your Shadow Mages, Dark Siders tasked with more intellectual pursuits of the Force acting as Seers, diviners, alchemists and sorcerers. Vende Amenge, one of your more promising Dark Side Adepts, a young and vain man with a passion for Sith lore, now the Grand Inquisitor, leading the Inquisition tasked with tracking down and "dealing with" force-sensitives within the boundaries of the Dark Empire. This typically involves the usual Imperial tactic: "join us or die". Last, Gwellib Ap-Llewff, a former Inquisitor before your death, and now the head of the Komissari, a branch of your Hierarchy assigned to ensure the unquestioning loyalty of the Navy to your new Dark Side government.

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The Imperial Council room is lit by ghostly light emanating from the circular table that some thirty people sit at. Facial features are strangely accentuated by the low-angle light, and it does not completely dispel the darkness in the room, leaving the high ceiling cloaked in shadows.

As you and your Dark Siders enter, a heated discussion fades to silence, all the members of the council quickly rising to their feet out of respect.

"Be seated," you say, sitting in the vacant, high-backed chair intended for you, while your Dark Siders sit around you. The Council meeting had been going for some hours by this point, allowing you to leave the most mundane details of managing your empire in the hands of your capable ministers, moffs, directors, and the Grand Vizier himself. "Please continue your discussion, I don't mean to derail the proceedings."

"Of course, your Highness," Mas Amedda, the Grand Vizier replies with a shallow bow as he and the other members of the council return to their seats. "Minister Tyrna was addressing the future development of the Koornacht cluster."

Aldon Tyrna is a tall, severe man with dark hair and a darker suit, devoid of any rank or decoration. You know Aldon as one of your earlier political supporters who had paved the way for you usurpation of power at the end of the Clone Wars. He had been rewarded for his diligence and loyalty with a noble title and estate on the throne world of Byss. You weren't surprised Aldon had an interest in the Koornacht cluster given his role as Minister of Alien Labor.

"Minister," you say, "Please, continue."

Aldon nods, "Of course, your Highness. I was addressing Grand Moff Gann regarding the coming conquest of the Negs." Aldon refers to the region of space the Yevetha currently occupy.

"Animals, Minister," Gann replied with a tired sigh, "They're animals and of no more value to us than a moon full of Nerfs."

"They may be Xenos," Tyrna continued, his patience clearly strained, "But they still have inherent value, perhaps more so now than ever." The callousness of the conversation did not seem to affect any of the aliens present in the room, Mas Amedda, Ap-Llewff, and Sly Moore. All of whom were more consumed with the quest for power and a deep devotion for their master than some imagined and tenuous loyalty to their species.

"They have taken Imperial lives, Minister, human lives. And for that, they cannot be allowed to live," Gann said, dismissing Tyrna's concerns.

You were well aware of the military plans regarding the Yevetha, Operation Strike Hammer was set to commence soon and four battle fleets were assembling at the gateway world of Cal-seti under the command of Admiral Lobkin, but Minister Tyrna's plans for the Yevetha were new to you.

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"Could you elaborate for me, Minister," you say, "I'm curious what it is you have in mind."

"The Yevetha are a Class C non-human species," Aldon says, "As such they were kept under enforced guidance and long-term labor appropriation."

You couldn't help but smile at his description of slavery, couched in the language of bureaucracy and civilization.

"The Yevetha were given high marks by local evaluators for their technical aptitude, their skills highly sought after within naval circles" Tyrna stops and considers his words a moment, "I simply advise that once they have been pacified and properly reduced or disciplined, we don't take more extreme measures against them, but rather use them to bring the Black-series shipyards back online."

"That same short-sightedness cost us the Black yards in the first place," Gann says. "Wipe them out. 'Class C' species or not, we gave them a chance and they failed."

>Exterminate them
>Enslave them
>Write in/Further questions

For the record, any sort of mixed vote "Exterminate some, enslave the rest" will be covered by Enslave. Exterminate is 100%. Enslave will mean "Enslave what's left" or "Reduce the population to a manageable number and reneslave


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>>1629314
Reduce their population by roughly half.

Then take the remaining Xenos to Byss to work on the shipyards there.

Separated from their planet, culture and history, they will be less of a threat in the future.

Repopulate the system with human settlers from across our Empire, Coruscant in particular.
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>>1629318
The Yevetha are currently spread across a dozen + colony worlds in addition to their homeword. Even half of them wouldn't fit on byss or in orbit. I'll tweak that to killing everyone but half of the Yevetha on their homeworld, and shipping those to Byss.

Unless anyone virulently objects.
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>>1629323
>writing

Forgot to mention
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"The Yevetha are too valuable to let them be destroyed entirely. Reduce their population to manageable levels and bring the survivors to Byss. There, they can operate the Byss shipyards under close supervision," you say.

Minister Tyrna takes note of your words as you speak.

"The empty Yevetha worlds will be opened to colonization by loyal settlers."

"Yes, your Highness. As you say."

"How should this colonization effort be undertaken?" Grand Moff Gann asks, suspicion heavy in his voice. Many worlds in the Negs aren't quite ideal for human settlement, they're hardly a paradise like Byss."

It was clear that Gann resented the idea of settling a fresh sector of space as that would mean the appointment of a new, potentially powerful, Grand Moff to oversee the sector.

Normally, such colonial ventures in the empire were maintained on a strictly voluntary basis, civilian ships would charter passage and settlers would raise funds to create a new home. Corporations would often frequently invest their own money. This cost the Empire nothing, but was a slow process, dependent entirely on people's urge to move into a fresh region.

In the distant past, such colonial efforts were coordinated governmental decisions. Purpose built colony ships would ferry hundreds of thousands, even millions of beings at once to their destinations. This would get productive colonies fastest, but would also be the most expensive option, in order ot build colony ships and prefabricated settlements you would have to divert efforts for your military construction at your shipyards.

A "middle path" would be an ad-hoc approach, temporarily utilizing pre-made gear, mostly military surplus, to conduct the same job on a smaller scale. The benefit is it wouldn't be expensive and would resettle many begins quickly, the draw back being it wouldn't be quite as as fast as a determined effort, and it would tie up some of your military assets for a time.

>Voluntary colonization
>Ad-Hoc approach
>Concerted Effort
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>>1629332
>>Voluntary colonization
maybe a round of propaganda wouldn't hurt encouraging this colonization
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>>1629366
>>Voluntary colonization + Some propaganda
>Writing

https://youtu.be/sZNzz4SaTYk
"A new life awaits you in the off-world colonies!" -
Coruscanti mid-level slum advertising slogan

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>>1629370
Get me some of that Imperial manifest Destiny
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"On a voluntary basis," you reply, "We will provide small subsidies for colonists and execute a small propaganda push on some of the most heavily populated core worlds, beginning with Coruscant."

Gann nods in agreement. A voluntary colonization effort would likely prevent any sort of population boom that could create a new, powerful oversector.

"Very good," Amedda says, making a note on his data pad, "And, I believe you had a report for the council as well, Director Isard?"

The woman who stands, Director of Imperial Intelligence Ysanne Isard was empress in all but name during your prolonged absence. While she kept a rump-state of Imperial loyalists and a small coalition of quasi-independent warlords banded together in a protective shield around the Galactic Core, your spymaster was no politician.

"Councilors," she beings, "My Lords," she addresses your Dark Siders, "your Highness," her eyes flash as she meets your gaze. One eye of fire, the other of ice, you suspect you're one of, if not, the only person in the galaxy she looks at with anything other than contempt, the expression of aw and devotion was unmistakable. "I'm pleased to report our re-integration efforts are proceeding as planned within the former Brentaal Protectorate. After the self-proclaimed High Admiral Reddrin came to justice, his followers have been keen to rejoin our ranks. This has obvious strategic advantages, but also created new hurdles for us. Namely, returning a renegade state to Imperial status. Fortunately, my agents have found loyalty aboard Protectorate ships is comparable to those in the standard Imperial Navy. Additionally, I'm pleased to announce the latest holodrama production in the 'Tie Fighter' series has been on near continuous broadcast on these worlds following our victory at Kuat." Isard takes a moment to bask in the glow of accomplishment, her fellow councilors envious of the public image coup she had pulled with her capture of Reddrin, essentially seizing one of the most heavily defended series of fortress worlds without a shot fired.

Isard's career may be the comeback story of the century. From her meteoric rise to serve as Director of intelligence, to running the Imperial Remnant almost single-handedly through power of intrigue, to initially contesting your return and very nearly failing you one too many times. Now again, Isard has proven her worth.

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"I have been directed by Grand Admiral Zahn," she continues, "To focus my efforts on gathering intelligence from the independent warlords that dot the mid rim, primarily with those focused around Eriadu, however, I don't answer to the Grand Admiral, and wanted to bring the decision before the council."

"Have you finished your loyalty checks on the navy?" Grand Moff Dureya asks, "Just because the Brentaalans are willing to step in line doesn't mean there aren't others who won't."

"I was advised by Lord Ap-Llewff that his Komissari would take over the loyalty monitoring for the Navy to free up my agents for other tasks." It is obvious from her tone that she disproves of this decision. Near you, you sense nothing from Ap-Llewff, his eyes holding the same dour, almost tragic expression as usual.

"What of the morale campaign in the rest of the Empire?" Amedda asks, "I have reports that indicate that rumors about the mutinies has left a sour taste with many commoners about our conscription practices."

"Of course I have campaigns underway to bolster morale in the Core Worlds, but our budget is not unlimited," even as she speaks, you sense Isard waiting for your input and approval.

>Focus on propaganda and morale
>Focus on loyalty checks within the navy (Disregard Ap-Llewff)
>Focus on collecting information on the independent Warlords
>Focus on collecting information on other factions (More choices to follow)
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>>1629389
>Focus on propaganda and morale
These independent warlords are just that, independent. They do not have the power to stop us, as they are scattered and disorganized. If we send just one fleet down there, I am sure we could "convince" a large majority of these worlds to rejoin our grand empire. Focusing on Propaganda will help the "temperature" in the navy also, knocking out two birds with one stone.
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>>1629389
>>Focus on propaganda and morale
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>>1629395
>Focus on propaganda and morale
>Writing
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"The morale of our military and citizens is paramount," you say, "These independent warlords are just that, independent. They do not have the power to stop us, as they are scattered and disorganized."

"Yes, your highness," Isard replies with a bow. "I'm sure our coming victories against the Yevetha and the stories of intrepid settlers spreading galactic civilization into the Negs will make for powerful recruitment tools."

"Yes," Amedda says, "We should discuss our logistic and manufacturing situation." With a few keystrokes, the Grand Vizier brings up a strategic map of the Galactic Core, centered on Byss and outlining the borders of your empire, as well as recent and planned military maneuvers.

"As no doubt all of you are aware," Amedda continues, "Admiral Yazz's assault on Foundry was a success, opening those factories for use by Kuat. Which gives us the ability to increase the pace of our repair and construction. Additionally, with the reunification of the worlds of the former Brentaal Protectorate along the Perlemian Trade Route, we have the crew to man new vessels. All that remains to be decided, is what to build."

You always had the standard option of churning out yet more warships to supplement your burgeoning fleet, quantity never was something you shied away from. There was also the opportunity to restore a measure of prestige to your navy by producing the sort of command ships that were becoming common just before Endor, Superclass warships.

Then there was the more unique choice of dedicating those resources to one of your favored megaprojects. Perhaps the third time was the charm with the Death Star design, or maybe you could follow through on the World Devastator plans you'd seen floated around.

>Produce three combat fleets (Four Imperial II Star Destroyers and escorts each)
>Produce Super Star Destroyers (two executor-class and escorts [2 ISDs each] OR 3 Bellator-Class)
>It's time we teach the galaxy to fear again (Begin Super weapon design)
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>>1629425
>Produce three combat fleets (Four Imperial II Star Destroyers and escorts each)
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>>1629425
What would the super weapon be?
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>>1629439
Decided by you, the players!

Suggestions are Death Star 3 or World Devastators.

An "other" option would force me to come up with some original designs.

A rule of thumb is, if it's easy to build, has no draw backs, and is devastating on a massive scale, it's OP and won't be allowed. (ie, Sun Crusher, Galaxy Gun, Darksaber etc.)
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>>1629441
>I think we know what time it is

Another question, how many fleets do we have out now?
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>>1629425
>Produce three combat fleets (Four Imperial II Star Destroyers and escorts each)
Superweapons are fat targets waiting to be destroyed
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>>1629444
13 total Combat fleets, not including the Super Star Destroyer Tarkin And its escorts.
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>>1629425
>>Produce Super Star Destroyers (two executor-class and escorts [2 ISDs each] OR 3 Bellator-Class)
It's all about image now, and we have to show these warlords that we are more powerful than ever before
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>Produce three combat fleets (Four Imperial II Star Destroyers and escorts each)

>writing
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>>1629465
>>1629465
I know it's late but can we make the Yevetha infertile after we enslave them. We get the short term boost and remove the threat in the long term
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>>1629476
This could be good. We could preserve their genetic info so we could clone them in the future if we needed to
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>>1629476
It's too different from the decided option to just add that on, I'd accept such a proposal if enough people pushed for it now though.
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>>1629476
>>1629480
Supporting these.

They won't be required after we reclaim the galaxy.

Also, we should move away from forced labour in general. Droids and limited AI are much more productive, and less likely to revolt,
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>>1629480
I'd support adding this too
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Seems pretty unanimous.

I'll have that added on to their treatment "controlled reproduction" in this case likely meaning very little to no reproduction at all.
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>>1629486
Well we can't have an entire galaxy of unemployed people.
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>>1629493
Always need soldiers and pilots

As the Clone Wars demonstrated, droids are a poor replacement for living soldiers.
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>>1629495
But we can't use trillions of soldiers unless TK introduces the vong
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By the way, if anyone is a nerd for such things, I created a "QM notes" paste where I talk about a bit of "behind the scenes" stuff like Xeno Classification, Naval organization, Alana's rank etc. https://pastebin.com/fzQnJRZc


"What our navy needs is more ships. Enough that we can start taking the next steps to restoring order to the galaxy." The idea of command ships was appealing to you, but it would have to wait.

"I'll have the resources allocated at once," one of your ministers says.

"At some point," one of your Naval ministers says, "We'll have to do a complete restructuring of the navy. "We're adding on to a command system only intended to handle a sparse few fleets under a few commanders. Not to mention the entirety of the Brentaal navy us virtually unchanged, that's a liability issue."

You weren't sure if it was exactly though. The minister's logic is sound, in terms of the navy needing a reorganization, but the breakup of the Brentaal navy was another matter.

You had inherited four combat fleets from the breakaway "Brentaal Protectorate" an independent warlord who's forces returned to yours only after their leaders capture and execution at your hands. Afterwards, there was no time to make any personnel changes or ship transfers before the Brentaal navy was sent to deal with the Yevetha. Admiral Lobkin, the man who turned over the traitorous leader of the Protectorate, and current leader of the Yevetha punitive expedition had actually advocated for the breakup of the navy, saying they weren't trustworthy or truly loyal to you or the Empire.

On the other hand, having a cohesive fighting force from one region of space may build espirit du corps and integrity in the unit, making them a more effective fighting force. Letting them have regional pride would also reduce the uniformity

>At first opportunity, break up the Brentaal Navy
>Leave the Navy organized as is
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>>1629519
>>At first opportunity, break up the Brentaal Navy
Separatists and traitors should not be clumped together
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>>1629519
>>At first opportunity, break up the Brentaal Navy
Disperse the Brentall navy across our different fleets, and make sure we have some of our agents making sure they aren't spreading seditious ideas
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Some pictures that may be of interest

Mara
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>>1629551
Alana
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>>1629553
One more
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>>1629551
>>1629553
>>1629556
fantastic
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>>1629551
>>1629553
Nice!
Not pictured: Mara's shiny new arms
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"I agree," you say after some thought, "We should disperse thr Brentaal navy among our other forces at first opportunity. Director Isard, I take it you will keep an eye on their senior officers?"

Isard nods affirmative, "I have people in place, I've heard Admiral Lobkin's concerns and take them seriously."

"Now then, are there any further orders of business that must be attended to?" The Grand Vizier asks, his booming voice echoing in the confines of the council room.

>There is another item to discuss (write in)
>No
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>>1629565
>What do you all think of our "ally" the Grand Admiral Thrawn? Do any of you trust him?
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>>1629565
Creating more Admirals. As our fleet expands we're going to need more capable and skilled people to lead it. Find everyone from aggressive to cautious officers to promote
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>>1629568
>Writing
be paitient, got roped into some work. Standby
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>>1629568
>What do you all think of our "ally" the Grand Admiral Thrawn? Do any of you trust him?
>No
There, saved you the benefit of asking.

>>1629565
>We have nothing further to discuss.
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>>1629607
thrawn a good boi
he dindu nuffin except betray the empire
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>>1629519
>>At first opportunity, break up the Brentaal Navy
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"What do you all think of our 'ally' the Grand Admiral Thrawn? Do any of you trust him?" You ask.

Your advisers exchange glances before any of them speak.

"I didn’t trust him even when he was on the same side as us," Isard says, "He's a snake. He's up to something." A grievous insult to be called a 'snake' by a spymaster .

Grand Moff Gann, ever belligerent scoffs, "If we could trust him, he would be sitting in this council chamber."

"But on that token," Minister Tyrna says, "Thrawn is a genius without compare. No offense meant for our naval commanders-" none of whom were present, "But from what I've seen of Thrawn's record, they don't hold a candle to him. Having him with us is endlessly better than having him against us, not to mention he evidently has some measure of support within former Imperial circles."

"I'd rather we kept him at arm's length until we've dealt with the Rebellion, then we can worry about Thrawn," Grand Moff Dureyea says.

"What about creating more Admirals?" you ask. "It was discussed at the Anaxes Conference that as our fleet expands we're going to need more capable and skilled people to lead it. We should be aggressively promoting promising leaders, Minister Tyrna, you seem concerned about a leadership gap between ourselves and Thrawn's forces? Promoting fresh leaders seems a good step to resolving that."

"We do have our eye on some candidates," High Colonel Tierce says, after clearing his throat. You know he's one of the members of the naval board in charge of finding and promoting candidates for Admiral positions, "We're just doing our research. We'll have the names ready to select after Operation Strike Hammer completes."

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Anything further?

>yes
>NO, get on with it!

Sorry, for the long delay. I'm on call this weekend and just had one come in, should be free of it within 30 mins to an hour, responses delayed till then.
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>>1629730
>NO, get on with it!
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>>1629730
>>NO, get on with it!
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>>1629730
>NO, get on with it!
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>>1629730
>>NO, get on with it!
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>NO, get on with it!

Okay okay! I get the picture!

>writing
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"I have another item, if I may, your Highness," a voice from nearby says, addressing you rather than the Vizier. A tall human with pale blonde hair stands. Even without your insight through the force, you recognize him as a Dark Sider from the lightsaber hilt flashing in the light behind his crimson cloak.

You know him as one of your Dark Side adepts, a Komissari named Brakiss.

"Proceed, Komissar," you reply.

Brakiss bows deeply, "Thank you, your Highness. I've come before the council to discuss an issue I've encountered with morale and combat effectiveness within our navy. An issue involving the Shadow Droids."

The Shadow Droid program was well known to you of course, it was an initiative to utilize dead or crippled Tie fighter pilots as the primary component in a cybernetic fighting platform, "the Shadow Droid".

"What issue is that," Isard asks.

"I hold in my hands," Brakiss says, lifting a data card, "A report, actually signed by your daughter, Minister Tyrna-" Brakiss adds with a smile and nod toward the minister. "- that indicates she has previously filed a complaint with Lord Ap-Llewff over this very issue and it was unresolved. This may come as a shock to some, but having your bravest pilots butchered without your consent by a 3rd party based on arbitrary guidelines tends to lead to resentment. Commander Tyrna indicated that some of her best and most skilled pilots were slated for 'reclamation' without her authorization. Pilots that were put back into the fight with only a minimal application of prosthetics. Pilots who, if it were not for her action, would be chopped up into mere drones."

Grand Moff Gann shakes his head, "The Shadow Droid program has shown to be a significant step up over our conventional fighter forces."

"Line fighters, Governor Gann, "This performance was compared against 'old' Ties. I have Commander Tyrna willing to test the effectiveness of the Shadow Droids against the new Avengers, but this is not about scrapping what is arguably a valuable program, this is about keeping the navy from viewing us in general, but the Komissari in particularly, as the enemy."

Minister Tyrna practically bursts from his chair, "Are you implying that my daughter sees the chain of command as a threat, Komissar?"

Brakiss smiles, "No, not at all Minister. She was most forthcoming and cooperative. She gave me no obstacles in my investigation and volunteered this information. A model officer."

"What do you propose, Komissar?" you ask.

"I propose we integrate the reclamation process with the existing ship-board command. That the chief medical officer can choose to sign off on reclamation or not, and the commanding officer has the option to override it. A simple change that will boost naval morale with potentially a small down-tick in Shadow Droid production."

>Reasonable. Approved.
>Denied, officer loyalty shouldn't be dependent on control, we need those fighters.
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>>1629773
>>Reasonable. Approved.
Can't see any downside to his plan
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>>1629773
>Reasonable. Approved.
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>>1629773
>>Reasonable. Approved.
The new Avengers are very good, so we won't miss the shadow droids too much, but this will result in a very steep decrease in the amount of droids, so we might have to just focus them all to one fleet to have them be most efficient.
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>Reasonable. Approved.
>Writing
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"This is reasonable," you say, "Approved."

"Thank you, Master," Brakiss says, giving you another low bow, "However, I have concerns about this plan being executed properly."

"What do you mean?"

Brakiss turns and points at Ap-Llewff, "Lord Ap-Llewff led the Shadow Droid deployment program and Commander, at that time, Captain Tyrna raised these same concerns with him which he disregarded. This resulted in catastrophic morale problems with many aboard her ship and could easily have contributed to the mutinies she and others faced. Which I'll also add, where not detected by the Komissari."

Ap-Llewff bristles at the implications against him.

"I am worried that Ap-Llewff has not demonstrated himself to be capable of handling such grand responsibilities, overlooking 'minor' problems that have since spiraled into major ones."

"Are you accusing that Lord Ap-Llewff for causing the Conscript Mutinies?" Isard asks with narrowed eyes.

"Hardly, Director," Brakiss says. "I am accusing Ap-Llewff of negligence and gross incompetence," Brakiss addressed Isard and turned to look squarely at Ap-Llewff

>Komissar, your blame is misplaced
>What do you propose?
>Let Brakiss and Ap-Llewff "work it out" themselves
>Write in
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>>1629849
>What do you propose?
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>>1629849
>Let Brakiss and Ap-Llewff "work it out" themselves
It's the way of the dark side
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>>1629849
>>What do you propose?
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>>1629849
>>What do you propose?
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>What do you propose?

>Writing
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"What do you propose?"

"That Lord Ap-Llewff be removed as head of thr Komissari, and a more capable replacement be chosen," Brakiss says.

You half expect Ap-Llewff to leap from his seat and attack Brakiss from the wave of anger you feel emanate from him.

"A more capable replacement meaning yourself?" You ask, amusement creeping into your voice.

Brakiss is dead serious as he answers, "Who else?"

"Brakiss, you slime! I made you!" Ap-Lleff barks, standing from his seat as he activates his saber.

The ministers around him recoil from the display of ferocity lurking beneath his normally placid exterior. A dozen or more bodyguards and soldiers raise their own weapons on reflex. before you hold up a hand to stop them.

>Lord Brakiss is my new Kommisari
>This childish display shows you are not ready for the position, Komissar.
>Lord Ap-Llewff, you have been challenge and I think must defend your honor (let them fight)
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>>Captain Tyrna raised these same concerns with him which he disregarded. This resulted in catastrophic morale problems with many aboard her ship and could easily have contributed to the mutinies she and others faced.

Oh boy, are we ever going to get chewed out by daddy dearest.
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>>1629965
>Lord Ap-Llewff, you have been challenge and I think must defend your honor (let them fight)
Fight fight fight
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>>1629965
>>Lord Ap-Llewff, you have been challenge and I think must defend your honor (let them fight)
But not here. It would be a great shame if some of our ministers were to be killed through collateral damage. Let them fight a formalized dual.
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>>1629965
>Lord Brakiss is my new Kommisari
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>>1629965
>>Lord Ap-Llewff, you have been challenge and I think must defend your honor (let them fight)
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>>1629965
>Lord Ap-Llewff, you have been challenge and I think must defend your honor (let them fight)
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>Let them fight
seems to be the consensus.

Unless there are objections, I'll also allow this to be a more formalized duel.

>writing
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The mood in the council chamber had gone from stale bureaucracy to deadly tension in a few mere seconds. Ap-Llewff stood, saber lit, glaring at Brakiss who now stood in the open, hand on his own saber hilt, expression blank, maybe a bit entertained.

"Lord Ap-Llewff, you have been challenge and I think must defend your honor," you say. "But not here. It would be a great shame if anyone unintended were injured in the fight. We'll adjoin to the Palace's lower levels."

Ap-Llewff disengages his saber and hooks it on his belt. "As you say, Master."

"Councilors, thank you for your time and patience. It seems I have other matters to attend to now."

"As you will it, your Highness," Mas Amedda says as you stand and lead your procession of Dark Siders from the Council Chambers again. One of the empty holding tanks in the Mages quarter would be ideal you think. These tanks are normally used for holding unruly force-wrought abominations, marred with claw marks, acid burns, and blood stains of varying size and colors.

The trip is made in silence, raw hate palpable in the air to all the force-users present. Once at the holding cell, your Archmage, Sly Moore signals a nearby adept to open the double set of blast doors to the cell, twice the height of a human, opening up into an even larger chamber, the walls rusty-red, ribbed with durasteel reinforcement and hanging with chains and hooks for securing monsters.

"Lord Ap-Llewff," you address your current Komissari, "Komissar Brakiss," to the smug man who stands opposite, "I will leave it to you two to determine who should be Komissari.

Ap-Llewff barely has time to draw his saber before Brakiss is upon him, batting at his up-held saber with a ferocious intensity, his eyes flashing with desperation.

Ap-Llewff ducks under a high swing, tucking and rolling around behind Brakiss, who is able to turn around before Ap-Llewff recovers enough to strike.

"They're powerful, Master," Sly Moore whispers in your ear. "Perhaps more powerful than I thought."

It is true, Ap-Llewff a former Agricorps Jedi padawan and Brakiss, a mere Komissar were both more powerful in the force than you would have guessed, though neither approached your own power, or even your apprentice.

"And the survivor will be more powerful because of this fight," you reply, "The force is not a well from which many can drink. The fewer drinkers, the more there is."

(1/2)
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Ap-Llewff side steps a swipe meant for his neck and parries a second aimed at his legs before knocking Brakiss back with a kick, and following up with a strike of his own, the two force-users locking blades in the center of the room, sweat dripping from their faces.

With an upraised palm and a shove through the force, Brakiss pushes Ap-Llewff back a pace. Ap-Llweff grits his teeth and raises his saber overhead, with a fearsome cry, rushes forward into Brakiss's upraised blade, impaling himself on the energy shaft.

Ap-Llewff's eyes go wide moments before Brakiss pulls the saber up, and through his former leader's head, cleaving him in two.

As the Komissari's body falls to the stained floor, Brakiss deactivates his saber and turns, taking a knee before you.

"Master, with your blessing, I will serve you as Komissari, and I will serve you better than your last had."

>Rise, Lord Brakiss. You have done well (Give him the job)
>You think yourself powerful? Your power pales in comparison to the true power a master can wield! (Really knock him down a peg first)
>Impressive, but victory in combat does not make you a better candidate, I will select who I choose. (Have other candidates presented)
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>>1630146
>You think yourself powerful? Your power pales in comparison to the true power a master can wield! (Really knock him down a peg first)
>Then give him the job.
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>>1630146
>>You think yourself powerful? Your power pales in comparison to the true power a master can wield! (Really knock him down a peg first)
He is ambitious, but he must be reminded of his true master
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>>1630146
>>You think yourself powerful? Your power pales in comparison to the true power a master can wield! (Really knock him down a peg first)
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>>You think yourself powerful? Your power pales in comparison to the true power a master can wield! (Really knock him down a peg first)

>writing
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>>1630146
Well... the good news from that fight is that at least Alana hasn't made an enemy of the presiding Kommissar. He might even be grateful to us for our advice (unlikely, to be sure).
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"You think yourself powerful?"

"Master?" Brakiss says.

"Your abilities pale in comparison to the power a true master can wield." You knock Brakiss onto his back with a flick of your finger.

The Komissar struggles to return to his feet, but you keep him held firmly in place through the force as you walk toward him. "No victory comes without cost," you say, wrenching his saber from his grasp and sending it skittering across the floor. "I promise you, I've paid my cost to get here. I want you to prove you can do the same."

Brakiss grits his teeth as he struggles against your power, "What are you doing? Have I not proved myself strong enough!?"

You cackle and press down, forcing the air out of his chest, leaving Brakiss gasping for breath. "Strength is a virtue, but what I value most is loyalty." You crouched down beside him, "Do you think I cast Ap-Llewff aside lightly? Do you think yourself immune to a similar fate?"

"N-no master!" Brakiss chokes.

"Only after you swear your loyalty to me personally unto death will you be allowed to be my Komissari. Ap-Llewff had many short comings, but his allegiances were never one of them."

"I've already promised to serve-"

You press down harder, Brakiss's face turning red as he's forced into the duracrete floor.

"Swear it."

Putting all of his strength into it, Brakiss pushes back enough to draw in a breath of air, "I swear."

Again, you push down harder, sensing a sudden rush of fear within the young man.

"I swear it!" he blurts.

You stand and release him, turning away as he takes short, panicked breaths, gulping in air while you walk away.

"I will remember this moment Komissari," you say, "The moment I spared your life for your loyalty. I hope you will do the same."

"Of course, Master." Brakiss coughs sitting up as the other Dark Siders follow you out of the chamber.

"Now I have a tour I must conduct with the Archmage, you may join us when you feel ready."

You feel his anger toward you, his shame at being so easily bested, but beneath it, and more importantly, you sense fear, and perhaps a hint of awe. A fearful man would be disinclined to be brash, and fear is a lesson you feel must be reinforced in Brakiss from time to time.

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"Our production numbers are good," Sly says, in a voice just above a whisper as she leads you through the bowels of the palace, the domain of the Shadow Mages. Here you see apprentice mages learning to shape and twist life, practicing by turning lumps of virtually inert cloned flesh into figures that would soon be the latest generation of Sentinels. Others, recently gathered by the Inquisition and not yet ready to begin wielding the force, are studying the construction of Shadow Droids and the Alchemy that goes into the organic-machine interface.

"We now have enough Korriban-class cruisers to shuttle around key Dark Siders without relying on the Navy as much," Sly finishes.

"Wonderful. You have done well," you reply, watching as a mage diligently works at translating an old Sith scroll.

"Thank you, Master," Sly bows, "What will you have of your Shadow Mages now? Our latest class of adepts from the Inquisition serve us well and are eager to impress you."

>Continue to develop this new stealth armor
>Something more grand, let us develop a new plague to punish those who oppose us
>Twisting life to our own purposes is best, let us develop Sith Spawn.
>Focus on prophecy, divine the present and future
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>>1630257
>>Focus on prophecy, divine the present and future
if we can see how a battle can play out, we cannot be defeated
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>>1630257
>Twisting life to our own purposes is best, let us develop Sith Spawn.
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>>1630257
>Twisting life to our own purposes is best, let us develop Sith Spawn
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>Twisting life to our own purposes is best, let us develop Sith Spawn

>writing
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"I feel, Archmage, as if we have lost touch with our heritage." You turn back to look at a nearby Sentinel, knowing beneath its robes and armor was twisted and misshapen thing that had once been a human. "Our reliance on machinery and conscripts has left us . . . Vulnerable."

"It is, as you say, Master."

"I want you and your Mages to revitalize the development of Sithspawn, monsters of old, just just a handful of guardians like the Sentinels or Chrysalids, I want weapons for offense."

Sly bows slightly, "This is within our power. How would you like these creatures used?"

>Sith Hounds ( Created from Voxyn on Myrkyr)
Dog-like creatures that have a natural sensitivity to the force. Can be used by the Inquisition to hunt force sensitives, or track down Jedi

>Sith Soldiers (Created from Yevetha)
Near mindless warriors, little more than shock troopers, incapable of complex reasoning or planning. Given your current tasks, they would be the easiest to acquire en mass

>Sith "Plague" beasts (Created from Gundarks from Vanqor near Florrum)
Designed to be seeded onto worlds where they will multiply and extinguish any native life they can. They are completely mindless and can only barely be controlled through the force.

>Sith War beasts (Taken from Corbos)
Tremendous creatures based on ancient Sith Leviathans. War Beasts in a way are like organic AT-ATs, intended to deal incredible damage to conventional enemy forces, expensive and time consuming to grow, they are powerful killing "machines"
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>>1630337
>>Sith Soldiers (Created from Yevetha)
>Near mindless warriors, little more than shock troopers, incapable of complex reasoning or planning. Given your current tasks, they would be the easiest to acquire en mass
Nothing like some meat for the grinder. Should alleviate some conscription pains
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>>1630337
>Sith "Plague" beasts (Created from Gundarks from Vanqor near Florrum)
A weapon to exterminate rebellious planets is extremely useful
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>>1630337
>Sith Soldiers (Created from Yevetha)
Near mindless warriors, little more than shock troopers, incapable of complex reasoning or planning. Given your current tasks, they would be the easiest to acquire en mass

Not sure if I voted yet. If I have i'll delete it.
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>>1630337
Sith hounds

These puppies will lets us find force sensitivies faster and thus lets us have more darksiders.

They can also be useful for sniffing out those pesky low and mid level rebel jedis
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>>1630337
>Sith Hounds ( Created from Voxyn on Myrkyr)

We've already had complaints about a lack of force sensitive candidates for all the positions we need filled. This should help with that.
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It's currently tied up between

>Hounds
and
>soldiers

Giving a few minutes for tie breaker
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>Sith Hounds ( Created from Voxyn on Myrkyr)
Dog-like creatures that have a natural sensitivity to the force. Can be used by the Inquisition to hunt force sensitives, or track down Jedi

Alright I'll change. There haven't been too many complaints from the ground forces department lately.
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>>1630337
>Sith Soldiers (Created from Yevetha)

It seems the best choice at this time. I don't know when else we'll have such a large influx of xenos to mutate.

However, I hope this won't take too many of the Yevetha captives we take away from our production efforts
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>>1630424
We can always set aside some of the Yevetha for our own personal experiments when we're exterminating the rest of them. Or just leave a colony without any technological base so we can pick up the scraps later.

Frankly, I'm worried that our fleet (with the new untested admiral who expects the battle to be easy) will get its ass kicked by the Yevetha's SSD's)
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>Hounds

Writing
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>>1630337
>Sith Soldiers (Created from Yevetha)
I'll change to this
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>>1630439
Good god, everyone's flip-flopping in this thread.

I think you're a bit late there, bud.
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"Our inquisitors could use a boost. I've heard rumors of a creature on a backwater world called Myrkyr that can hunt using the force itself. If such powers could be brought to bear on Skywalk'ers fledgling academy, or even used to track down new, fresh recruits . . ."

"Say no more," Sly says. "I will assemble a team to retrieve some of these creatures from Myrkyr to create an initial batch. Once they have been created we can attempt a field test."

An adept approaches you at a swift pace, various golden amulets and jewels around his neck clatter together and he falls to a knee before you, head bowed. "My Master, I bring you word from your Apprentice. Lord Cythera reports she has lost track of Skywalker and his Jedi. They were present on Rhen Var, but have escaped and eluded her."

>Tell Cythera she need not come back without Skywalker
>Have Cythera return to Coruscant
>I will speak with Lord Cythera myself.
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>>1630474
>I will speak with Lord Cythera myself.
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>>1630429
I'm really hoping Lobkin is at least somewhat competent a leader. If not though, maybe that will just give Alana another chance to shine?

>>1630474
>I will speak with Lord Cythera myself.
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>>1630474
>>I will speak with Lord Cythera myself.
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>>1630474
>I will speak with Lord Cythera myself.
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>I will speak with Lord Cythera myself.

>writing
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"I will speak with her myself," you say, leaving at once for your throne room via turbolift. No sooner have you sat upon your throne, than the holopad in front of you activates. A life-size image of Darth Cythera kneels before you, head bowed, her long read hair nearly touching the floor.

"Master, forgive me, I've failed you. Skywalker escaped and took the Jedi with him, a Blackguard was killed in our attempt."

You take note of the crude, metal prosthetics she has where her arms once were.

"I attempted to follow them, but we lost them in hyperspace, I now believe they may be headed through the Tion Cluster toward Dac."

>Rise, Darth Cythera, such failures can occur, it is not completely unavoidable
>You dare contact me in failure before attempting to recover your honor?
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>>1630516
>You dare contact me in failure before attempting to recover your honor?
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>>1630516

>Rise, Darth Cythera, such failures can occur, it is not completely unavoidable
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>>1630516

>Rise, Darth Cythera, such failures can occur, it is not completely unavoidable
When failures occur we must learn from them. This is the important thing. like I did with the death star. After the first one blew up I learned and decided not to build a second one ... oh wait.
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>>1630516
>>Rise, Darth Cythera, such failures can occur, it is not completely unavoidable
But know this, if you fail me one more time, it will bring grave consequences
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>Rise, Darth Cythera
+
>Write in stuff

>Writing
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"Rise, Lord Cythera," you say, meeting her eyes as she looks up, not standing. "Such failures can occur, it is not completely unavoidable. I should hope you've learned a great deal from this."

"I have, master."

"But know this, my tolerance for failure is limited, surpass it and there will bring grave consequences." you narrow your eyes as you finish.

"Yes, master." She takes a breath, lowering her head again, "What is thy bidding?"

>Return at once
>Continue searching for Skywalker
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>>1630559
>Continue searching for Skywalker

Redouble your efforts, let your hatred guide you and do everything you can to destroy Skywalker.

Only then will you truly become Sith
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>>1630559
>Continue searching for Skywalker
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>>1630559
>>Continue searching for Skywalker
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>>1630559
>Write in

It appears you are not yet ready to defeat Skywalker. He has become powerful, and his strength greatly increased by the aid of his friends. When I destroyed the jedi I did not storm the temple alone, I weakened them until the moment to strike had come. To defeat Skywalker you must do the same. Destroy his associates and pick apart his allies until he has no one to shelter him from your wrath.
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>>1630559
>>Return at once
You must get more efficient arms, as those prosthetic arms will not kill anything
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>>Continue searching for Skywalker

>writing
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"You will continue you search for Skywalker. Redouble your efforts, let your hatred guide you and do everything you can to destroy Skywalker. Only then will you truly become Sith."

"Yes, my master."

"Do whatever you must, track down and destroy his associates, pick apart his allies until he has no one to shelter him from your wrath, let nothing stop you, my apprentice."

>Now go.
>I will be sending reinforcements to assist you (Two more Korriban Class Cruisers + a small compliment of Blackguard)
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>>1630621
>>I will be sending reinforcements to assist you (Two more Korriban Class Cruisers + a small compliment of Blackguard)
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>>1630621
>>I will be sending reinforcements to assist you (Two more Korriban Class Cruisers + a small compliment of Blackguard)

Also send some top tier augments. We can't have her fighting with shoddy limbs.
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>>1630621
>>I will be sending reinforcements to assist you (Two more Korriban Class Cruisers + a small compliment of Blackguard)
Be cruel, be vicious, show no mercy
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>>1630621
>I will be sending reinforcements to assist you (Two more Korriban Class Cruisers + a small compliment of Blackguard)
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Dam we spoil Mara way to much...but i'm okay with that we are the emperor after all.
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you know, these Korriban cruisers would make great raiding vessels thanks to their cloaking technology.

A handful of these could probably rain terror on factory worlds that are far behind enemy lines before fucking off back to Hyperspace
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>>1630670
Well it's more like if we want Luke killed, we are going to need a few ships to even draw their fire. last time, they escaped because we had to retreat.

>>1630671
If we had some sort of weapon that could heavily destroy an area, like a nuclear weapon, sure, but these ships are fairly under gunned.
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>>1630677
We don't have nukes? The empire that created two death stars doesn't have any nukes?
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>>1630680
It's never been specified, but if we do, then we could very easily use our Korriban Cruisers for raiding
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>>1630650
>>>I will be sending reinforcements to assist you (Two more Korriban Class Cruisers + a small compliment of Blackguard)
+
Augments
+Lunchable
+Banana
+An extra pudding snack

>writing

>>1630680
>Nukes

Star Wars has some kind of nuke equivalent, but my understanding is a Turbolaser is actually leagues more powerful than a nuke, just localized, and since shields can stop turbolasers, they can stop nukes easy peasy

In either case, orbital bombardment is what you got, but shields more or less throw water on that.
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>>1630689
>extra pudding snack
Hue
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>>1630689
>With these upgrades to lunch, you never stood a chance
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>>1630680
Was there a reason for this? That because of such highly advanced hackning and what not the empire was getting back in the old ways of war? DAM hypervelocity guns are a thing but we don't use then in space combat. They are used more as planet to orbit defense.
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>>1630700
>Was there a reason for this?
Because anything approaching realistic warfare, let alone space warfare, makes anything approaching Star Wars impossible.
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>>1630689
Don't forget
+ a coat for cold worlds/space

vader already had a armor that protected him from the enviroment Mara might get a cold in space.
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>>1630711
Yeah good point. At least one showed that ramming a ship is a valid strategy now.
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>>1630689
>my understanding is a Turbolaser is actually leagues more powerful than a nuke, just localized,
True according to fluff numbers, although sometimes those numbers can just get absurd.

The problem is that turbolasers are localized. We don't want localized total destruction, we want widespread lesser destruction. We can sneak nukes inside shield barriers, deploy them against unshielded targets, and they would be effective in taking out formations of enemy fighters in massive fireballs. Unless weak fighter shielding can block hits from nukes?...
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>>1630722
>ramming a ship is a valid strategy now

Well . . . if you're talking about Rogue one, there are problems with that. A hammerhead could "ram" a crippled, shieldless star destroyer, which somehow took out another, not so-crippled star destroyer (maybe their shields were down too?)

But watch what happens when a GR75 meats Devastator. (Apologies for the shit audio/video, this was the quickest example I could find)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u51xWB1NMJQ

>>1630725
>Fluff
>accuracy
Yeah I mean, at the end of the day its all bullshit.

Think of it as 1942 in space. There are no nukes, it sorta violates the spirit of star wars. Bombardment/bombing runs is all you get. Nukes/nuke-like products open the doors to too much insanity and abuse.
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>>1630711
>Because anything approaching realistic warfare, let alone space warfare, makes anything approaching Star Wars impossible.
Fair enough.
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>Tfw our NEW super weapon is a nuke and not a battle station.
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"I'll be sending Ziost and Leviathan to support you. Track Skywalker in the meantime, but only strike with certainty of victory, at least until your reinforcements arrive."

"AS you wish, Master."

"I'll also be sending a top surgical team and combat-rated prosthetics for you. I expect you'll put them to good use."

"I will not fail you again," Cythera says as you end the transmission.

You sit back in your throne with a heavy sigh.

Cythera represents a not inconsiderable amount of time invested in her development as a Sith. Thinking on her weakness and mortality has you concerned that like your loss of Maul and Vader, you will be without a capable apprentice should anything happen to her. It's not unheard of to have a backup candidate in mind, perhaps even in training, should your primary fall.

>Cythera has my confidence, she will live
>Begin searching for a secret Apprentice
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>>1630748
>Begin searching for a secret Apprentice


>Select all the grass
>Everything in Captcha was grass and said I was wrong
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>>1630748
>Cythera has my confidence, she will live
Rule of two man.

Besides, our dark side powers are needed in more diverse activities than training another apprentice.
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>>1630748
>>Begin searching for a secret Apprentice
Even if we just have it on retainer, it's good to have a back up
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>>1630736
God dam i love that scene. Also yes i was talking about Rogue One.
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>>1630759
>Rule of two

We're...literally doing everything against that?
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>>1630748
>Begin searching for a secret Apprentice
Having a back up wouldn't hurt. Plus she will easily overpower the new apprentice if she manages to kill Luke
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>>1630748
>Begin searching for a secret Apprentice

it's just in case anyway...
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>>1630748
>Begin searching for a secret Apprentice
Let's also talk to Sedriss when we have the opportunity.

>Sith Hounds over Sith Soldiers.
Buncha EU babbies.
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>>1630725
We can always just use tractor beams to fling asteroids towards planets as kill vehicles.

They'd cause some serious damage, without the annoying radiological aftermath.
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>>1630756
>>Everything in Captcha was grass and said I was wrong
Your vision, clouded by the dark side it has become.

>>1630786
Sadly past that part, my man. I was planning on moving on after this bit, but if there's enough support we can contact Sedriss afterward.

>writing
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>>1630799
>without the annoying radiological aftermath.
Asteroids still fuck up ecosystems and cause massive environmental and geological damage.
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>>1630807
From sitting to spinning in under .03 seconds
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At least we didn't teach Cythera force lightning.

...We didn't teach her lightning, right?
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>>1630799
>>1630808
>Roids

Yes, they can be used as weapons, but planetary shields can also stop them., so the shields would have to be down, at which point you could just glass the surface with a battle fleet
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You know your predecessors would turn in their tombs if they could at the thought of you hunting for a second apprentice. But what good was the Rule of Two? An apprentice to replace a master? As if Vader, thoughtless killing machine he was could rule the galaxy with any sort of finesse. Or Maul, or Tyrannis, that old fool. Even Cythera, your latest apprentice was grossly incapable of such feats.

No, the Rule of One has begun, and all others serve you, and you alone. Some candidates come to mind as a potential next apprentice, though you could also search for another through the force, one not yet under your control.

>Sedriss
>Vende Amenge
>Brakiss
>Seek another though the force
>Other: Write in

Please no "what is X person from the EU up to?" if they have not been mentioned by name, they are either unknown to you, or inconsequential within your organization. We can endlessly list Sith from the EU and I'd rather not play "guess who". If you write in, be damn sure that person is available. Generally speaking, that'd be covered by "Find another".
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>>1630843
>Seek another though the force
Someone fresh and moldable
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>>1630843
>Seek another though the force
Our current crop of Sith are occupied or uninspiring.

Let's cast a wider net.
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So, secret apprentice.

I'm thinking either Krayt, who /is/ super ambitious, but is pretty angsty, mopey, and pliable when someone's able to exert their will on him.

OR

We could shove Exar Kun's spirit into a Sentinel, and use that as an enforcer, if he hasn't yet been banished by the Praxeum.

Of course, Exar Kun is in the top 5 strongest Sith ever, so he will likely be a complete pain in the ass to work with, unless he's willing to accept co-Emperorship.

Other then them, there's the Solo kids, who we could try to kidnap and raise as a Sith, but that might not be a good idea considering Anakin.

If we can nab Hapes then raising Tenel Ka as a Sith is a possibility.

Those are the big ones I can think of outside of our order.
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>>1630843
>Seek another though the force
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>>1630854
>unless he's willing to accept co-Emperorship.
Which we definitely wouldn't offer, come to think of it.

>>1630843
>Seek another though the force
While also:
>Other: Send an Inquisitor or two to the old Sith Worlds and Dark Side Nexuses to search for any wayward adepts or ancient Spirits.
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>>1630874
>Send an Inquisitor or two to the old Sith Worlds and Dark Side Nexuses to search for any wayward adepts or ancient Spirits.
Being frank with you, that's a pretty begin decision lad. I'd need more support for this to act on it.
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>Seek another though the force

>writing
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>>1630893
I'll support it.

Provide them with a Korriban class, so they can sneak through enemy lines.
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>>1630893
No need for this. The force is enough and playing with spirits isn't my thing
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>>1630893
What about Prakith? That's an ancient Sith world that's convdniently located in the Deep Core?

I may be mistaken but I think Corbos is near our borders and has something of a Dark Sidey past as well
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>>1630917
>Prakith
Yes. Though because of that, it's been pretty thoroughly looted/explored.

>Corbos
No, right next to Korriban basically half way across the galaxy lol. Once (if) you get access to that whole section, I imagine things will get very interesting.
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>>1630926
>Though because of that, it's been pretty thoroughly looted/explored.
>Andeddu is still in there

Just trying to through us off, huh?
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A new apprentice would be sought, a fresh one. One that calls to you through the force. Your current choices are fairly . . . Lackluster.

For a task of this magnitude, you would dedicate some of your time to meditation, and would direct some of your top ranked Mages to do the same. It was times like this you sorely missed the services of the sometimes heretical Prophets of the Darkside.

No matter, it would be some time before you would find a worthy apprentice. Matters were developing quite within your intended plans so far.

>Everything is proceeding as I have forseen . . . (Continue)
>I'd like to contact Sedriss secretly and hear his version of events on Rhen Var
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>>1630934
>I'd like to contact Sedriss secretly and hear his version of events on Rhen Var
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>>1630926
>>1630917
Pretty sure we control Had Abbadon too. Even though Karness Muur is a dick and Celeste Morne will despise us.
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>>1630934
>I'd like to contact Sedriss secretly and hear his version of events on Rhen Var
Need to get that daily value of sodium chloride.
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>>1630934
>>I'd like to contact Sedriss secretly and hear his version of events on Rhen Var
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>>1630933
I would do no such thing. Problem being that to the best of your knowledge there is nothing else on Prakith worth finding, or you would have found it by now.[/spoiler]

Had Abaddon is a myth at this point, undiscovered.
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>>1630934
>>Everything is proceeding as I have forseen . . . (Continue)
Let's get on with Alana and fighting
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>>1630946
>to the best of your knowledge there is nothing else on Prakith worth finding
That's right, practically the only holocron Palpatine didn't have was Andeddu's.

Set Harth when? Or, at least, what happened to him.
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>>1630934
>I'd like to contact Sedriss secretly and hear his version of events on Rhen Var
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Fun note: I've been running this quest for twelve hours straight! Wooo!|

[Spoiler]Also, YFW QM never read anything from Legacy and has to Wookiepedia everything on it.
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>>1630971
>QM never read anything from Legacy and has to Wookiepedia everything on it.
It's actually pretty good desu. Too bad we'll never get anything after Volume 2.

Fuck Disney and fuck Marvel in particular.
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>I'd like to contact Sedriss secretly and hear his version of events on Rhen Var

>Writing
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Replacing Cythera on the holopad was Sedriss, similarly bowed.

"Master."

"Executor, report on your assignment."

Sedriss hesitates a moment, "Speaking openly, Master, your apprentice has not lived up to her promises. She let Skywalker escape and failed to attack when she had the opportunity. I informed her we should return to you at once since we had failed, but she refused to listen to my advice."

"She leads the mission, Executor, she does not have to follow your advice," you remind him.

"Of course, Master. I only think she is letting her anger and desperation cloud her thinking. She's failed terribly, had one of my men killed, the other near fatally wounded. I am, quite frankly, hesitant to follow her into battle under these circumstances."

>You will continue to follow her orders without question
>You will be my eyes, ensure Cythera does not do anything foolish
>I am placing you in charge, Executor. Do not fail me.
>write in
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>>1631008
>You will be my eyes, ensure Cythera does not do anything foolish
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>>1631008
>You will continue to follow her orders without question
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>>1631008
>You will be my eyes, ensure Cythera does not do anything foolish
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>>1631008
>You will continue to follow her orders without question
As any good servant does - we can't let him gain ideas above his station.
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>>1631008
>>You will be my eyes, ensure Cythera does not do anything foolish
this does not mean you stop her on your own accord, it means report to me if anything is amiss
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>>1631008
>>You will be my eyes, ensure Cythera does not do anything foolish

>the reinforcements I am sending will see to your wounded Darksaber
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>>1631008

>You will continue to follow her orders without question
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>You will be my eyes, ensure Cythera does not do anything foolish

>writing
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"Then you will be my eyes and my ears on that ship. Keep a close eye on Lord Cythera and ensure she does not do anything foolish."

"As you wish, my master."

You kill the transmission, feeling the twisted clockwork of your grand designs continuing their inexorable spin, ticking ever closer to their ultimate design, your restoration to ultimate power.
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The whirling hyperspace vortex slows its spin and stopped, collapsing into star lines which shrank rapidly to pinpricks. Onboard the bridge of your flagship, the Victory II-Class Star Destroyer Splinter, you could not have asked for a better view and didn't think you would ever get tired of it.

"Commander Tyrna, all ships present and accounted for," your sensor officer reports.

"Splendid," you allow yourself a genuine smile, straightening your posture a bit, hands clasped behind you back.

Ahead of you now stands the brownish-orb of Cal-Seti, and the white daggers of an assembled armada. Four combat fleets, sixteen Imperial-Class Star Destroyers in all, it was a formidable force. Even at this distance you could barely make out the gray, flitting shapes of Tie fighters on picket duty.

"Contact the command ship," your executive officer, Lieutenant Tierce, instructs the communications officer, "Inform Admiral Lobkin that we're on site and awaiting our approach vector." he turns away from the crew pit and stands close beside you, admiring the stellar vista. "Quite a sight, isn't it?"

You nod, "I haven't been in a fleet like this since Coruscant. Before that, I thought Endor would be the last fleet action I saw."

Endor was a bitter pill to swallow for every loyal citizen in the Empire. After the victory at Hoth, many thought the war was finally over, the Rebellion was crushed and peace would reign again. When the Fleet was assembled over Endor's forest moon, you had thought yourself lucky. Lucky to be among the chosen few to stamp out the Rebellion. Imagine your surprise when the Second Death Star was destroyed, Vader's flag ship obliterated, and any semblance of a chain of command destroyed.

Endor seemed bad, but the aftermath was worse. Confused retreat, desertion, brother fighting brother as the Imperial military apparatus turned on itself like a snake eating its own tail. You had been a simple line officer at Endor, within a few short years, you were given command of a Strike-Class cruiser and fell under the command, as fate would have it, of Executor Sedriss, one of several petty warlords and claimants to the vacant throne. Or so it seemed. Then the Emperor returned, at your darkest hour.

(1/2)
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Now, this.

Retribution was due to be visited on the traitorous and deceitful Yevetha. And, while you would rather continue the fight against the Rebellion, you would settle for this.

"Endor is the past now," Tierce says plainly, "This is a new day for a new Empire. We got complacent I think. Content to rest on the accomplishments of our parents. Now, we have to uphold what we believe in."

You admired the simple poetry of his words, but then second guessed yourself. Were they meant for your benefit or for the silent witness who stood a few paces behind the two of you, watching the bridge with her wide, black, and thoroughly alien eyes?

Lord Mi, you now knew was a Nautolan. Strange enough to warrant second-glances in a human-centric empire and a navy that certainly did its best to exclude any non-humans. Mi was also a Komissar, a force-user tasked with watching your vessel, your crew, and you specifically for any signs of disloyalty.

A grievous insult in your eyes after Lord Brakiss had cleared both you and your XO of any serious wrongdoing.

So far, Mi had been unobtrusive and unabrasive. Silent, watchful and ever present, but kept her thoughts and opinions to herself. You couldn't fault her for that, but you still found her . . . Detestable.

"Right," you say, wondering just how much of your thoughts and mood Mi could read. "Fortunately, we're going to advance that ordered world another step forward after we crush the Yevetha."

Tierce responds with an enthused grin, "Yes, ma'am."

"Commander Tyrna?" your comms officer calls, "Communication from the Admiral's command ship, he requests to speak with you personally ma'am."

>I'll take the message here
>Patch it through to my ready room, I'll speak with him in private.
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>>1631115
>Patch it through to my ready room, I'll speak with him in private.
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>>1631115
>Patch it through to my ready room, I'll speak with him in private.

Interesting...
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>>1630971
Thanks for running so long! So far everything is awesome!
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>>1631115
>>Patch it through to my ready room, I'll speak with him in private.
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>>1631115
>Patch it through to my ready room, I'll speak with him in private.
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>>1631115
>Patch it through to my ready room, I'll speak with him in private.

oh boy time to avoid being flirted by Lobnik.
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>>1631147
Lobnik probably heard us mentioned multiple times by name if he was at the council meeting...
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>>1631136
It's my pleasure! Don't expect me to do this often at all though haha. I am having a good time, we're burning through my notes though. and I will be stopping in not too long.

>Patch it through to my ready room, I'll speak with him in private.

Choice is clear.

>writing
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Once your cabin door is sealed, you punch a code into your personal holopad to activate it.

The man who appears before you is unmistakably an officer, and one with a passion for flair. Not only does he wear the crimson sash of a baron over his uniform, but he also wears a very non-regulation cape. He does a cut a sort of dashing, if a bit over-dramatic, figure. His eyes light up as soon as the image resolves, "Lady Tyrna," he smiles, plucking the cigarra from his mouth to give you a swooping bow, "Or do you prefer Commander?"

>Lady is fine with me
>I prefer commander
>Whichever you prefer, Admiral, or do you prefer Lord?
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>>1631155
I think none of the admirals were present at the meeting? But i guess the gossip about our contribution to the dark siders politics must have reached certain ears.
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>>1631181
>Whichever you prefer, Admiral, or do you prefer Lord?
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>>1631181
>Lady when am at leisure; Commander when I am at war. Which of these have you called to discuss?
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>>1631191
This.
>>1631181
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>>1631181
>Whichever you prefer, Admiral, or do you prefer Lord?
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>>1631181

I like this one changing my vote
>>1631191
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>>1631181
>>Whichever you prefer, Admiral, or do you prefer Lord?
With a flirty tone if possible
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>>1631205
>spoiler
Flirty tone was assumed, I hadn't anticipated people intending to play it as a straight formal request on how best to address a superior lol
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So it's perfectly tied between

>Which do you prefer

and

>Wonderful Write in

I'm actually going to try to combine them, and unless people say otherwise, I assume flirty tone for those answers.

no, really, please tell me if that was not your intent cause I didn't consider people interpreting it another way.
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>>1631258
That was mainly my intent
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>>1631258
Combining sounds good. Although if we are trying to be flirty hopefully we still come across as a "professional" while flirting.
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>>1631258
I'm fine with whatever may make things easier for us on the run. Althought i don't like to get flirty with Lobnik during a wartime. But whatever anons like i guess.
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>>1631258
We did not go into our room for nothing
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>>1631272
MFW

>writing
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>>1631292
Now that i realize it Lobnik had a start up in his career just as us. By going behing our commanders and so getting a promotion.
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"Normally it's Lady when I'm at leisure and Commander when I am at war. But I'll ask you which you prefer, Admiral, or should I call you Lord?" you finish with a smile that could melt the bow of a dreadnought.

Open, but low key, you are no stranger to being charming, you just have little professional use for it typically. You figure getting Lobkin even slightly enamored with you certainly couldn't hurt.

The Admiral throws back his head and gives a hearty laugh, "I would prefer you call me what makes you comfortable. My titles are both new to me so I have no particular attachment to them. And, to answer your question: I should prefer to call you a Lady at leisure, and a Commander in war," he says.

"Well, which of these have you called to discuss?"

"Therein lies my dilemma," he says, "To be honest, I don't think I could discuss war with you without also wanted to engage in some polite, discourse. I feel I am more familiar with you as a commander from reading your after action reports, so I'd prefer to get to know you as a Lady," he smiles sheepishly, "Provided you're comfortable with that."

Depending on exactly what you mean by that . . . you think.

"Addressing me as Lady is perfectly fine under the circumstances," you say with another disarming smile.

>Call him Admiral
>Call him Lord
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>>1631321
>>Call him Lord
Let's reciprocate
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>>1631321
We're in private so.
>Call him Lord
Man love when women stroke their ego.
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>>1631321
>Call him Lord
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>>1631321
>Call him Lord
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>Call him Lord

Clear consensus, writing
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"I must tell you, your reputation precedes you," His accent is very precise, you recognize it right away as belonging to the wayward planet of Eriadu. A sort of 'Core away from the Core'. "I must say it's quite an honor to have you with the fleet."

"Thank you, my Lord, though I'm not sure what I've done to earn your praise."

Lobkin gives you a knowing grin, "Come now, Lady Tyrna, you don't give yourself credit. Sure, you haven't had the most glamorous jobs, but you've held the flank, repulsed raids, and shown more guts that many others in this navy. These sorts of feats deserve recognition."

"Thank you, I'm honored," you reply.

"Let me just say that I'm honored, that you're honored. I'd actually hoped to speak with you in person at the ball at Kuat, I'm sure we'd have a lot to talk about. So sure in fact, that I'd actually like to invite you to come aboard Serpentine for dinner with me. If you feel that you have the time."

The offer surprises you, knowing virtually nothing about Lobkin, but feeling suddenly outmaneuvered since he seemed to have a good idea who you were.

>I'm flattered, but I'll have to decline
>Yes, of course
>Do you actually think that's appropriate?
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>>1631405
>I'm flattered but could we do it at the end of the week? I still have matters to attend to and it'll be a great stress reliever.
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>>1631405
>Yes, of course
But I will set the rules and terms
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>>1631405
This here.
>>1631423
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>>1631405
>I'm flattered and, of course, I would love to come. But I am afraid I will have to insist we keep our discussion to business related matters for the time being. After all, you have an invasion to plan and I would hate to be a distraction.
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>>1631423
Change to this. We'll play it by our terms
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>>1631405
>Yes, of course
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>>1631451
To add to this, my plan is that he will hopefully tell us more of the general invasion strategy and perhaps even let us suggest certain plans of attack.
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>I'm flattered but could we do it at the end of the week? I still have matters to attend to and it'll be a great stress reliever.

>writing
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>>1631405
>Yes, of course

this is an excellent opportunity to get a finger in the upper echelon pie, so to speak
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>>1631470
Does "end of week" mean before combat?
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"I'm flattered, but could we do it at the end of the week? I still have matters to attend to and it'll be a great stress reliever," you say, apologetically.

Lobkin looks a little distressed, "Lady Tyrna-" he stops, mentally starting over, "[i]commander[/i] Tyrna, I think I've given you the wrong impression and I want to apologize. I can see you're a woman with a clear division between business and pleasure, I have always had trouble separating the two. Though, I must confess that I would like to take you up on that offer of stress relief. But no, I had intended to keep our dinner an informal meeting, think of it as networking." He pauses to take the cigarra from his mouth. "Commander, if you're uncomfortable with the idea of a private meeting I can arrange something more formal for our discussion."

>No, dinner is fine
>Thank you, Admiral
>Write in
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>>1631582
>No, dinner is fine
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>>1631582
>No, dinner is fine
>Unless you have better ideas for stress relief Lord Lobkin cheeky wink
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>>1631582
>No, dinner is fine. I just honestly have work to do up until then. I'm not attempting to blow you off but I need to attend to things first so I have a few hours free. You know how it is being a woman in the navy, Always needing to prove herself.
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>>1631582
>>No, dinner is fine
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>No, dinner is fine


>writing

>>1631610
>>1631610
>>Unless you have better ideas for stress relief Lord Lobkin
mfw
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"No, dinner is fine admiral. Sorry for any misunderstanding," you say hastily.

"Commander, you're sure?"

"Yes, I just honestly have work to do up until then. I'm not attempting to blow you off but I need to attend to things first so I have a few hours free. You know how it is being a woman in the navy, Always needing to prove herself."

Lobkin gives a genuine and relaxed smile, "I think I do, Commander. Very well, Let's say we'll reconvene on Serpentine in a few hours then."

"That would be perfect, thank you."

"Thank you, commander." Lobkin returns the salute you give him and the channel dissolves.

***

That's all the time I have tonight. This was about 15 hours of non-stop quest, I hope the quality matched the quantity. Thanks for playing everyone, as always, you guys are wonderful!

The game will now follow its regular schedule, the next planned time is Tuesday at 7 EST, (11 UTC).

Be sure to follow on Twitter if you haven't already for future updates and game times

>https://twitter.com/DarkEmpireQuest

Also be sure to up vote all my archives on Suptg since I am a vain and fragile ego'd man-baby who needs constant validation.
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dark+Empire

I'll be around a bit for questions and banter this weekend so . . .feel free to post that shit.

Thanks again guys! Hope to see you Tuesday!
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>>1631711
THIS ISN'T 24 HOURS. I'VE BEEN LIED TOO.
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>>1631721
>THIS ISN'T 24 HOURS. I'VE BEEN LIED TOO.
I couldn't do it man! It was too much! Too much!

As long as I haven't failed you for the last time, I think we'll all be okay.
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>>1631744
>Implying running for 24 hours is hard

Its almost like you've never been awake for 72 hours doing stupid shit.
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>>1631752
Maybe if I were younger, and has less responsibilities I would. Sounds lovely!
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>>1631758
>BEING THIS WEAK WILLED
YOU ARE THE WORSE SITH EVER.
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>>1631767
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>>1631711
Good Questan' bossman.
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>>1631837
I aim to try! We've still got a long way to go to get to N'Zoth
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>>1631711
Thanks for running man, I'm looking forward to seeing what this Lobkin guy is like and exterminatusing some Xenos scum.
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>>1632055
Absolutely! I don't think you'll be disappointed.
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>>1632093
Oh, I also really enjoyed Brakkis' and Gwellib Ap-Llewff's duel. It'll be pretty interesting to see how our relations with the Inquisition might change from here on out.
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>>1632093
Hope we get a chance to.capture one SS from the xenos. Maybe with a dark siders onboard we might even be able to board one.
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>>1632106
>Saber Fight
Thanks! That means a lot because I've always found it hard to translate the emotions and intensity of a lightsaber duel into words. You can only say "they hit swords" so many times in a row.

>It'll be pretty interesting to see how our relations with the Inquisition might change from here on out.
Well, as Brakiss said "Would it hurt to have a friend in the Komissari?"

>>1632226
Boarding action eh? Could be fun!
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>>1636280
It will mostly depend on the anons, but, one can dream.
And that if we manage to disable the thing to be worth boarding it.
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>>1636280
Do we have any Darksiders accompanying us for this campaign.

Ya know, aside from the Komissari?
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>>1637162
Not on board your ships. So, likely none other than a few Komissars on other ships. Darksiders are in short supply, those cspable of combat, even shorter i would estimate total numbers between 100-200 split between all groups, includingc mere adepts. 90% of whom barely register as force users. It is by design they are not powerful. They are not trained with advancement/improvement in mind. Only the most powerful/ambitious do that. And they do that on their own.
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>>1637302
Huh

So out of curiosity, do those 100-200 Darksiders know how to fight with a lightsaber?
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>>1637342
Well, they know how to swing it arouns. There's a fairly steep learning curve after that. The Jedi Cythera faced on Rhen Var were equivalent or superior to any run of the mill dark soders you have. This is the draw back of thr Rule of Two. All the power is concentrated in Palpatine and his apprentoce, and even then mostly in him.

The overwhelming majority of your adepts are mere children in terms of force powers and few will ever develop past that. You could decode to give up the Rule of Two and open the flood gates.

A dozen Sith, two dozen, a hundred. But a hundred Sith rarely cooperate very well.

Power breeds ambition. Ambition breeds treachery.
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>>1637387
I don't have downs syndrome, I wrote this on my phone in a hurry so good luck deciphering it lol
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>>1637387
>This is the draw back of thr Rule of Two. All the power is concentrated in Palpatine and his apprentoce,
>and even then mostly in him.
RULE OF ONE
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>>1637387
Didn't we open up to the rule of one?
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>>1637547
Okay. Long post time:

First things first, there are two different "Rule of One"s. There's Krayt's "One Sith" Ie "fuck rule of two" Idea being that instead of being beholden to one master, they are beholden to one Sith. In game, this is referred to as "abandon Rule of Two"

Then there is Palpatine's "Rule of One" meaning, fuck the apprentice replacing the master. That will not be allowed to happen. This is sort of what is being followed now. However, way back early, a choice was made:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1404884/#p1405067

Choice being to reform rather than abolish or replace. Those reforms DID expand your dark side hierarchy, but not the number of "true Sith". Sort of a "many pretenders, two Sith" approach.

Sedriss, Sly Moore, Amenge, etc. None are real Sith and none can hold a candle to the power a true Sith can ultimately achieve. Granted, they are extremely lethal to a non-force user, and some can challenge middling to low level Jedi, but in practice, your organization isn't geared for massive force-user light saber battles ala Battle of Ruusan.

At some point in the future, it may be possible to return to a "many Sith" approach, but right now, it has been decided to keep force growth distributed and fairly stunted, therefore easier to control.
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>>1638138
Huh, I guess I misunderstood that vote then. I thought it was Krayt's one sith. Thanks for clearing that up.
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>>1638431
Sodryfor any misunderstanding. Until explicitly stated, we are on Palpy's One Sith (Him, and maybe Mara sorta).

Again, not written in stone. I'll make a note to call it to vote in the near future.
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>>1638138
That all sounds fine by me, and amounts to basically what I originally voted for.

I think at some point we may want to buff up some of our more combat-oriented Darksiders. Not to the level of True Sith, but enough that they could pose a threat to possible Jedi foes.
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>>1638640
Problem being the force is a great equalizer. Your darksiders, especially the Blackguard, are trained in fencing technique and combat arts. Against a normal person they would easily come out on top.


Problem being that the Jedi get the same sort of training, but might be gifted with stronger connection/use of the force. That can make quite a leveller.

It bssically puts a skill cap on your warriors, an area of self improvement they have no access to.
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You are Commander Alana Tyrna, and you've just agreed to a private sinner with your new commanding officer, Admiral Lobkin, aboard his flagship [i]Serpentine[/i]. You have reservations about his goals and intentions. While you don’t object to a bit of harmless socializing (even flirting), you prefer keeping your social life separated from your career.

It seemed Lobkin understood you concern. You wouldn't know for sure until you met with him. One thing was certain though,

It was obvious that Admiral Lobkin was playing at something. You knew enough about high society life to know that much. Why else would he request a private dinner with a mere commander? The question of course, was what was he after? You certainly had some powerful political connections through your father, but you yourself were just a lowly Commander, not a worthwhile contact for an Admiral. Not under ordinary circumstances anyway.

It was possible his interest was entirely personal, merely related to the "stress relief" you'd suggested, and not at all related to "business". But in the Empire, everything seemed to boil down to networking and career advancement.

None the less, you'd agreed to his arrangements and must attend. Tierce of course could watch the ship, he was certainly capable enough that he didn't need you supervising.

It remained to prepare the ship though, you depressed the wall stud to open the door to your quarters and find yourself facing Lord Mi, the Nautalan Komissar assigned by Brakiss to monitor loyalty aboard your ship.

"Commander Tyrna," she says, "Why is it you think Admiral Lobkin has decided to meet with you in an unofficial capacity?"

>That seems to be his style
>No idea. If you'll excuse me, I have a ship to run.
>I don't appreciate you listening in on private conversations
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>>1638954
>>No idea. Do you have any thoughts?
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>>1638954

>That seems to be his style
>But I also don't like you listening into my Private conversations.
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>>1638954
>That seems to be his style
>No idea. If you'll excuse me, I have a ship to run.
>>1638966
She's a inquisitor, it's kinda her job to do such things.
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>Writing

Gonna try to collate
>No idea
And
>That seems to be his style


Paitience please. On my phone right now.
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"I have no idea," you say, fighting back a sigh in favor of maintaining a façade of professional boredom. "That seems to be his style." You turn to leave.

"It's extremely irregular," Mi continues, forcing you to stop. "I'd be very interested what he has to say to you upon your return."

"I'll answer any questions you have at that time. Now, if you'll excuse me."

"No matter how you feel about my presence on this vessel, I am here to do a job," Mi says, stopping you again, her tone warning. "That job is to root out incompetence, cowardice, and disloyalty."

"You won't find any of that here," you reply.

"We shall see," Mi says, her voice cryptic but taunting. She turns away in a swirl of robes, leaving you without a word.

You put the Komissar out of mind and instead focus on the matters at hand. Before long, you'll need to leave for [i]Serpentine[/i] to meet with Lobkin, but was there anything you wanted to see to personally before then?

>Yes (Write in)
>No, my subordinates can handle day-today operations
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>>1639051
>No, my subordinates can handle day-today operations
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>>1639051
>No, my subordinates can handle day-today operations
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>>1638954
>you've just agreed to a private sinner

Freudian Slip?
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>mfw


>Get on with it!
>Writing
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>>1639076
>>1639093
Home now, should have been this.
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You're worrying about nothing. The ship can handle itself. Splinter and her escorts were now just another small part of the task force assembling over Cal-Seti. Another cog in the Imperial war machine.

Proper exchanges are had, leaving Tierce in charge of the ship, flight plans are filed, and you make way to Serpentine an angular, white, Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer and flagship of this fleet. Your shuttle gracefully dips below the bow of Serpentine and comes up within its hangar bay, settling down for a gentle landing.

A tall, spindly man in a lieutenant's uniform greets you as you step off the shuttle ramp and into Serpentine's main flight deck. There is no other formal reception.

Nearby some technicians working on stowed Tie/Ln fighters cast curious glances your way.
"Commander Tyrna, welcome. Admiral Lobkin is expecting you in the Executive Mess," the lieutenant says after exchanging salutes with you.

"Thank you, Lieutenant."

Thru man nods and turns to lead you to the destination. As you set off, you briefly marvel at the sheer scale of the hangar you find yourself in, looking up at the racks of Tie fighters, landed shuttles and parked AT-ATs. Your own Victory II-class was similar in many respects, but of course greatly scaled down and of older design.

At last, you reached the Executive Mess, little more than a private dining room deep within the innards of the Star Destroyer, and were admitted by the lieutenant, past a pair of silent Stormtroopers.

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The room was deceptively small, with a sweeping vista of space provided against the far wall with the help of a concealed holoprojector. No room this far inside the ship had anything approaching a real viewport. Centered in the room, a simple but elegant table for two, with a few courses of food laid out and a decanter of some sort of amber liquid displayed prominently in the center of the table.

"Commander Tyrna!" Admiral Lobkin rises to his feet, bidding you to sit across from him, "So good to meet you in person." He looks you over, looks like he wants to say more but thinks better of it.

"Thank you, Admiral, the pleasure is mine."

He reaches over the table to clasp your hand in his own for a moment before sitting.

"And let me again apologize, Commander for any confusion I caused. I don't mean for my informality to come across as impropriety."

"There's no need to apologize, Admiral. I appreciate your openness. Any confusion was my own."

"Please, call me Silas," Lobkin says, transitioning from apologetic superior to professional socialite with ease. "This is supposed to be an informal meeting and I prefer warmer relations with my subordinates," Lobkin replied. "Would you like a cigarra, Commander?" he holds out an open box of slender cigarras, the aroma of Tabac pervading.

Choose one of each

>Take Cigarra
>Politely refuse Cigarra

You recognize this as a key moment, this is your time to control the tone of the conversation, and perhaps of your relation to Lobkin, how best to respond?

>I feel more comfortable sticking with 'Admiral' thank you. I(Formal)
>Silas it is. (Informal)
>Then you should call me Alana (Flirty)

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>>1639132
>>Politely refuse Cigarra
>Silas it is. (Informal)
Can we get a physical description of Lobkin?
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>>1639132
>Take Cigarra
>Silas it is. (Informal)
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>>1639140
>Can we get a physical description of Lobkin?

Yes! Give me a moment
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>>1639132
>Take Cigarra
>Then you should call me Alana (Flirty)
Our best interest to be as friendly to him as possible
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>>1639140
Admiral Silas Lobkin is young for his rank, not terribly unusual firstly because he skyrocketed to it, and secondly because it was hardly uncommon in wartime to have early promotions. Without prying into his life, you estimated he was close to your own age, perhaps a little older.

He maintains regal air and clearly has a flair for theatrics, his dashing attitude carries over to his personal grooming. He is clean shaven, his hair, dark, and long but styled back, something he likely only gets away with given his rank since, like much of his appearance, it seems non-regulation to you. He has vivid green eyes that seem more alive than you would expect from a career officer. His lip eternally crooked into a half smile of a knowing joke, a beakish nose and long, neatly trimmed sideburns, a style you'd thought had gone out of fashion with the navy nearly a decade prior.

It looks like he hasn't let his physique fall to the wayside like so many career officers or political appointments did, while you don't think he could necessarily disarm a stormtrooper, he seems fit. His height average.

He wears the standard grays of an admirals uniform, normally fairly simple, he has found a way to complicate it with addition of a cape that he now wears throw over one shoulder. You imagine if he were allowed, he would carry a saber, either light or traditional.
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>>1639167
Dam, Silas is not that bad actually.
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>Take Cigarra
>Silas it is. (Informal)

>writing
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>>1639132
>Take Cigarra
>Silas it is. (Informal)
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"Silas it is," you take the cigarra with a delicate touch.

The Admiral produces a light and gives your Cigarra a light.

"As I said earlier, I," he says, pulling the glass stopper from the decanter and pouring himself a glass. "I prefer to keep things informal, uncomplicated, free of all that bureaucratic red tape, you know?"

"Believe me, I do," you say, puffing on the Cigarra and trying not to cough. Smoking was not a habit you'd picked up, though you had done it recreationally, mostly to impress others who did.

"I think it's especially important that things remain informal between us, Commander," he continues.

"How is that, Admiral- Silas?" you ask, settling in to your seat.

"You and I, believe it or not, have a lot in common." he replies.

"Is that so?" you ask. As a Byssian you'd always been raised with, what you considered to be, a healthy skepticism of the elitist attitude of Core Worlders. Byss, after all, was the true center of the Empire, whether or not they were aware of it. This went doubly so for someone technically from the Outer Rim. "I suspect you've said something along those lines to me before."

Lobkin smiles, "Yes, I suspect I have. You see, we're both outsiders," he says.

"An Admiral and a Commander?" you ask, unable to keep amusement from your voice, "Both Peers of the Empire? How do you figure?" Watching as Lobkin pours a second glass and hands it to you. You take a moment to savor the rich scent of Corellian brandy.

"You said it yourself earlier, Commander, you've experienced the inherent difficulties of being a woman in an empire that treats that as a handicap. Make no mistake," Lobkin says, "We are outsiders, though with different privileges and disadvantages. You have an advantage over me for instance: you've been with Sedriss's little faction since shortly after Endor. You're a known quantity. I've had to reintegrate after serving a warlord. An outsider." Lobkin shrugs. "It goes without saying that most don’t see me as more than an opportunist."

"You talk about these short comings rather openly," you say, thinking of the Komissar lurking on your ship.

Lobkin shrugs, "And why shouldn't I? A handicap is a handicap, though mine comes partly from choice and partly from luck, yours is inescapable. You'll have to work twice as hard to get half as far if you want to advance in this navy."

>Something you plan on circumventing?
>Old traditions die hard, but it didn't stop Oxtroe.
>It's something I've learned to work within.
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>>1639234
>It's something I've learned to work within.
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>>1639234
>It's something I've learned to work within.
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>>1639234
>>It's something I've learned to work within.
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>>1639234
>It's something I've learned to work within.
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>>1639234
>It's something I've learned to work within
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>It's something I've learned to work within.

obvious consensus.

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"It's something I've learned to work within."

"I'm sure you have," Lobkin says. "I'm still learning myself. I'm not quite used to having to be clever in how I do things. In the Brentaal Navy I wasn't disliked like I am here. It has required some creative decisions. Volunteering to lead this attack for example."

"I didn't get the impression this was the most prestigious assignment," you say, brushing over your own punitive assignment.

"It's supposed to be little more than a pest extermination. It's not glamorous work, cleaning worlds of life." Lobkin's tone and expression are both blank as a stormtrooper's faceplate, unreadable. "But an assignment like this, if carried out correctly, could get me favor with the Emperor. Enough to prove my worth to him. Although, I suspect you weren't given as much freedom of choice as me."

"Not quite," you laugh. "But liberating worlds is a good way to land yourself in the Emperor's favor. It worked for Grand Admiral Zahn."

"Grand Admiral Zahn," Lobkin says, shaking his head the name rolling from his tongue like poison. "Grand Admiral Zahn is a fool."

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You blink, not sure what to say to that. You weren't accustomed to such open criticism of superior officers.

"Admiral Yazz, Admiral Oxtroe." He shakes his head again, "What a miserable state our navy is in."

You clear your throat, "I have to say, I haven't found any of them too difficult to work with. They have fighting spirit. They aren't like the ones who deserted after Endor." You realize after you speak that you likely condemned Lobkin himself in that statement, but he either didn't notice or isn't offended because he doesn't react but to shrug.

"Finding an officer with fighting spirit is easier now than it was just a year ago certainly, but in the old navy, Yazz and Zahn were nobodies. They shouldn't even be rear admirals. None of them would amount to anything if we had never suffered Endor."

"Unlike you?" you can't help but apply Lobkin's own standards back to him.

"As I said, we share much in common," Lobkin replies with a cryptic smile, swirling the contents of his glass. "Although my meteoric rise through the ranks was, like my unfortunate circumstances beforehand, a combination of luck and decision making more due to expedient timing than military prowess. A Commander destined to be an Admiral."

You couldn't tell if he was talking about himself or you and Lobkin made no effort to explain.

Instead he busied himself with his meal, cutting with fork and knife. You followed suit, cutting into the delicately seared Bantha steak. As you eat, you can't help but think of your youth on Byss, before your decision to leave for a career in the navy your parents had made sure you'd been both eligible and available. It meant private meals like this one. Lots of them. But that was years ago. Before the war, as Lobkin says, before Endor.

>Why don't you like the other Admirals?
>Why did you join the Protectorate, Admiral?
>Why did you invite me here?
>Say nothing, let Lobkin speak first

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>>1639298
>>Why did you invite me here?
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>>1639298
>Say nothing, let Lobkin speak first
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>>1639298
>Say nothing, let Lobkin speak first
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>>1639298
>>Why did you join the Protectorate, Admiral?
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>Say nothing, let Lobkin speak first

>writing
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You take a sip of your brandy, waiting for the Admiral to continue.

"Thrawn, now, there was an Admiral who knew his stuff. Shame he's playing for an opposing team it seems," Lobkin trails off, noting your silence, "Am I making you uncomfortable, Commander?"

"No, not at all," you say, "I'm enjoying hearing your thoughts."

"Ha, prudent," he takes a drag before continuing, "I didn't know what you were going to be like, Commander. When I saw you, when I found out who you were I mean. Daughter of a Baron, an Imperial Minister. Beautiful, deadly." he smirks, "Your combat record is interesting. Far for what some would call 'perfect'. But it seems like you get the job done against odds every time, even if you do get your ships shot out from under you."

"I don't think winning is optional," you say, pushing past his flattery.

"And that shows. Just like I'm sure it shows how much I've been looking forward to meeting you."

"A bit," you return his cryptic smile, peering over the rim of your brandy glass as you drink deeply, savoring the warmth that burns down your throat.

"I think, Commander, that you're a dangerous woman to ramble around," he says. "I'm starting to wonder if you belong in Intelligence rather than the navy.

>It makes you uncomfortable?
>I'm trying to get to know you
>Why the interest in me personally?
>What would you prefer to discuss?
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>>1639417
>It makes you uncomfortable?
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>>1639417
>I'm trying to get to know you
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>>1639417
>I'm trying to get to know you.
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>>1639417

>It makes you uncomfortable?
I asume this is Alana asking if a smart woman scares Lobnik?
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>>1639456
Ehhhh, I wasn't interpreting it that way. More of "Trying to absorb as much information about Lobkin as possible"
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>It makes you uncomfortable?
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>I'm trying to get to know you

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"It makes you uncomfortable?"

"Not really, it just makes it difficult to figure out what sort of person you are, although, in a way I suppose that answers my question. You're the sort of woman who doesn't leave much behind."

"I'm just trying to get to know you," you laugh, "Not interrogate you."

"Well, it tells me a lot about your character. In any case," he says. "I feel like I've made the right decision more now than ever."

"And what decision is that?"

Lobkin puts down his silverware and wipes his mouth. "It relates to Operation Strike Hammer, and how we're executing it. The forces we're executing it with."

"The Brentaal navy?" you ask, marveling at Lobkin's ability to transition to business matters so easily.

"Yes," he says, "This assignment is a 'back handed blow' so to speak." Lobkin gestures with his hands, mining the fleet movements as he talks.

"We're attacking from a garrison position with untested, inexperienced forces who until now have only served as a fleet-in-being to deter any attack on the Protectorate." He pauses for emphasis. "Until mere days ago, these men and women were loyal only to their pay and High Admiral Reddrin. You may find it interesting that you, Commander Tyrna, are the highest ranking officer to not come from the Protectorate."

This wasn’t terribly surprising to you given that Brakiss considered this posting a punishment. "What makes my origin so special?" You ask.

"Because it means I can trust you." Lobkin watches your reaction as he sips brandy. "The Imperial Command Staff wouldn't listen to me, but I don't trust the Protectorate Navy. At all. Not to follow through on my orders, and not to stay loyal to the Empire given half a chance. Many of them were loyal to Reddrin personally, and might not only blame me for his . . . disposal, but blame the Empire as well."

"So you want to have reliable commanders in the battle line." The reasoning was obvious to you.

"Exactly! I pushed to have the Protectorate Navy broken up, since as a group I think their loyalty is suspect, but having someone loyal in a leadership role buys me a little clout." Lobkin takes a long drag on his cigarra, puffing a smoke ring toward the ceiling before adding, "I want to make you one of my group leaders. A captain can run a little task force like yours, it's insulting that's all you’ve been trusted with."

The idea of a handful of capital ships at your disposal was alluring, but you could sense the unspoken subtext that you would be, in a sense, allying yourself to Lobkin. A personal favor like that was not something to be taken lightly in the navy, though by the same token, refusing his offer could be seen as equally impolite.

>Thank you, Admiral. I won't let you down
>I'm going to have to decline, I'm sorry, I don’t feel ready for such responsibility.
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>>1639510
>>Thank you, Admiral. I won't let you down
Fuck yes
Since we're going to spend a lot of time with him soon, open ourselves up and be more friendly/flirty
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>>1639524
>spoilers

Write in will require majority authorization
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>>1639510
>>1639510
>Thank you, Admiral. I won't let you down

This seem pretty fine. We even managed to get some good intel for Mi if she ask us some questions.
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>>1639510
>I'm going to have to decline, I'm sorry, I don’t feel ready for such responsibility.


>Trusting the Traitor
>Ever
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>Thank you, Admiral. I won't let you down

>writing
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>>1639536
He didn't betrayed us or the Empire. In fact he's the most loyal person in this sector since the Brentall navy was more loyal to the old admiral then to the empire.

Besides if Lobnik tries anything we play the komissonar card. Fucker doesn't know we have one aboard of our vessel! I bet Mi will be quite usefull in scouting the ones with displeased mood.
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"Thank you, Admiral. I won't disappoint you." The weight of responsibility came down on you heavily. Commanding a small escort group like [I]Splinter[/i] task force typically meant the most important decisions rested on those above you. Deciding to attack, retreat, hold, or surrender wasn't your call to make. Leading a capital battle group was something else entirely.

"If I thought you would, I wouldn't pick you for this task. Your combat record speaks for itself. You're ready for more command responsibility," Lobkin produces a data pad from under the table, keying in some commands. "Now, if you're to lead a battlegroup, you can't do that in a Victory," Lobkin chuckles. "I've managed, through some administrative gymnastics, to clear most of the command staff off an Imperial-Class. I want to get you on it. If you're going to be a group commander, you need a bit more authority."

An Imperial Class. The ultimate status symbol of the upper crust of the Imperial navy, Super Star Destroyers discounted obviously. Splinter was a fortuitous turn of events, getting you out of the realm of 'escort' vessels and into something approaching respectability.

But now, this.

"With the command staff gutted, it leaves you quite a bit of leeway to bring over your own people, so you won't have to worry about Protectorate politics interfering with your decisions. You can bring over a selection of your own people if you'd like."

>Yes, of course admiral!
>Actually, I'm very partial to my old Victory-Class
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>>1639592
Could we transfer key members of the old ship then?
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>>1639596
And by this I mean the fighter squads.
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>>1639596
Absolutely, that choice to follow this one
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>>1639592
>>Yes, of course admiral!
I assume this has no strings attached, correct?
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>>1639606
Lobkin listed none. And yes, to clarify, all your cool fighters will be transferred over.
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>>1639592
>Yes, of course admiral!

All the figthers and gunners
We are also brigging gun girl to our destroyer. Oh and the Sesstrix to be our XO. Guess Tierce will get to captain Splinter sooner then he thought.
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>>1639611
I forget what is the name of the tech girl from Splinter?
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>>1639638
>All the figthers and gunners
>We are also brigging gun girl to our destroyer. Oh and the Sesstrix to be our XO. Guess Tierce will get to captain Splinter sooner then he thought.

That choice comes next. Standby :D

>>1639643
>I forget what is the name of the tech girl from Splinter?
Lt. Zepal
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>>1639638
Actually that's a bad idea. There are fine capable men already in the Victory. Bringing in our folks = inexperience and bad for marale
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>>1639649
Bet Zepal is going to get a girl boner once she sees the Star destroyer gunnery.
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>>1639680
*morale
Also bad for our own ship since we took all the talented people out of it
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>>1639680
Our folk are already battle forged the people in the Syar destroyee are all from the protectoare. If anything Tyrna has seen more battle then all of then fuckers.

And as Lobnik said the crew was divided among other navies we need to put our people on our side. We will unfortunantly trade Tierce aince he wants to have control of the Splinter. But it's time to go to bigger things.
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>>1639680
*on the imperial class
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>>1639687
Tierce will be there he can handle and he can have the old man move to be his XO.

I want Zepal so the girl can overload the stardestroyer guns if we need and have the people she trust precisely because we will be taking a ship that was controlled by one of the people who dislike Lobnik.
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>Star Destroyer Accepted.

I'm out of time for more, so I'll wrap here tonight.

There will be plenty more information about the crew transfer (potential) and the set up And naming! of the new ship.

Congrats on the big time.

Hope to see you guys again on Thursday 7est/11UTC.

As always you guys are a blast!
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>>1639680
If anything we can make a mix between the crews. After Mi has done a investigation herself and sort out the inexperient crew with our much more experienced crew.
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>>1639706
So we are naming our ship what? Bloodlust? The Blood of Byss? Red Baron? The Baroness? The Duchess?
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>>1639693
I don't mind bringing a few of our own but selecting and promoting the ship's own crews will improve morale greatly. It's a huge ship, I'm sure there are loyal and fine people just waiting for their chance.
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>>1639730
That'll be decided on Thursday as well
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>>1639735
Of course. Beside i think we will get a bigger fleet with us. I think we are getting capital ships as our new supporters. Maybe this is Lobnik attempting to hold more control in the Brental fleet. I bet they must have a lot of dirt of him. That is if he is more then just a weasel.
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>>1639592
>Yes, of course admiral!

Obviously there will be consequences down the line, but this is so immensely valuable we can't pass it up. We will get to bring most of our best crew and make a massive leap up the command structure. Unless we have a very good reason to believe the Admiral is deliberately setting us up for failure, we should take this offer.

Besides, what would father say if he learned we turned down a promotion to command an ISD taskforce?
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>>1640218
Did you needed to have a debt with Lobnik? Of all people. Sometimes father cares to much about the family's name

I think Lobnik wants to secure his command chain. After all he must be fearfull of being in a front were most people might view him as a traitor. He's trying to use us to avoid some kind of mutinee and luckly for him we are one of the highest ranking officers, so we can ensure loyalty by pulling rank. Funny thing is we are exactly the perfect person to do this, not only because of our rank but because we have a dark sider with us now.

But whoever is the person aboard that vessel or among our capital battle group. And since we were put in there by Lobnik i'm one hundred percent sure people won't like us.
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Over an informal dinner, your new commanding officer, Admiral Silas Lobkin, has not only made you one of his division commanders, but he has offered you an Imperial-Class Star Destroyer of your very own.

"The ship has no command staff," Lobkin explains, "Just crew and a few line officers. As well as standard compliment of course. That leaves it for you to fill out without stepping on any toes." he smiles at you over his glass of brandy, "So, do you want it?"

"Yes, of course, thank you Admiral!" you find it impossible to keep joy from, your voice. It's unprofessional, but endearing.

Lobkin nods enthusiastically, "Splendid. I'll be letting you get settled onto your new ship and get acquainted with your subordinates before we begin the attack. In twelve hours, we'll be executing Operation Strike Hammer. Alana, I have to say, it has been a joy meeting with you."

"Likewise, Admiral."

"I'd like to hope we can maintain such close relations in the future," Lobkin says, "Perhaps after this operation there will be more time for us to get to know one another."

"Perhaps so," you say, taking his hint that the meeting was over and standing, Lobkin mirroring you.

"Commander, as outsiders of this navy, we both need all the allies we can get. I hope to count you among mine, and I hope you count me among yours."

"Thank you, Silas. Admiral," the two of you exchange salutes.

The door behind you opens and the same skeletal lieutenant who led you here is waiting outside. "My Executive Officer will see you back to your shuttle."

You have been granted with a great responsibility, no longer will you lead a small escort group, but an actual battle group, a division of Star Destroyers.

What is the name of your new ship?
>Monarch
>Retribution
>Slasher
>Impervious
>Write in
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>>1643954
>>Retribution
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>Impervious
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>>1643954
>Retribution

None of the others really fit us.

>Monarch
Too pretentious, and we serve an emperor not a king

>Slasher
Too crude. Makes us seem thuggish and unrefined

>Impervious
Cursed name. It's almost as bad as naming your ship "the indestructible" in terms of getting it ironically destroyed. With how we "break in" our ships it probably won't be "impervious" for long...
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>Retribution

>writing
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Retribution. Your first time hearing the name brings a smile to your lips. She was an older ship, part of Death Squadron at Hoth, with an overhaul performed of her major systems at Corulag between then and now. Her name, you felt, was fitting. It was retribution the Empire sought now. Retribution for Endor, retribution for the war, retribution for the death of their Empire and its Emperor and the destruction of their way of life.

You were keen to put her back to work. It seems a few years of guarding the Brentaal Protectorate was enough rest for her.

It also must be decided who will crew this ship. According to Admiral Lobkin, the command staff has been removed and transferred out by administrative means, leaving it open for "your people". Though you recall from your previous appointments, local crews, especially officers who feel they are owed promotions, can get upset when they feel pushed aside or moved over.

This may not be the case however, it depends on how much you trust Lobkin's assurances. That being said, will you bring over your own people?


>Only a select few from Splinter (Pick who comes and who stays on Splinter)
>Bring my entire command staff from splinter (Vells, Tierce, Zepal, etc.)
>Leave the old staff, I'll take a fresh batch from the academy/promotions/transfers from other Brentaal ships
>Some other crazy, newfangled idea (write-in)
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>>1644111
>Leave the old staff, I'll take a fresh batch from the academy/promotions/transfers from other Brentaal ships
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>>1644111
>Only a select few from Splinter (Pick who comes and who stays on Splinter)
>Bring Zepal and Vells.

Vells can vouch for us as a captain who stands up for her crew even against the darksiders. He will be valuable to helping us get a measure of our fighters and the crew in that area.

Zepal is a fucking gunnery wizard. We have to bring her along.

Tierce is good enough for his own command and deserves a promotion. Plus it would help us integrate with the crew on our new command if we put one of their own as first officer.
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>>1644158
THis
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>Only a select few from Splinter (Pick who comes and who stays on Splinter)
>Bring Zepal and Vells.

>writing
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>>1644111
Ho pe i ain't to late

>Only a select few from Splinter (Pick who comes and who stays on Splinter)
>Bring Zepal and Vells.
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>>1644192
Aren't we brigging the other girl? Sesstrix or qhatever was her name? The girl was willing to follow us and we need a bew XO.
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>>1644196
New XO decision coming
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Tierce was ready for a command of his own, and not an abortive attempt like when he was assigned to Turmoil. He would captain Splinter. Vells and Zepal however, you would take. A night-unkillable ace pilot and a gunnery witch whose skills bordered on supernatural would be invaluable in your new role.

Even as you fill out the transfer forms, you think back to Sesstrix, current captain of Turmoil and a woman who fought tooth and nail to be placed under your command. You would have liked to offer her the XO position of Splinter before, but Tierce held that role. Now though, you had the option of truly allowing her to serve under you.

>Sesstrix will be my new XO
>Sesstrix may be Tierce's XO if she'd like (Get a new XO assigned from the navy)
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>>1644206
>Sesstrix will be my new XO
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>>1644206
>Sesstrix may be Tierce's XO if she'd like (Get a new XO assigned from the navy)
Get an XO from our new ship to make the crew happy
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>>1644206
>>Sesstrix may be Tierce's XO if she'd like (Get a new XO assigned from the navy)
Sesstrix is an unknown quantity. Bringing a leader of unknown ability aboard this new ship could go poorly. If she wants to be Tierce's XO rather than an independent commander and he agrees that's fine. But we are at a delicate stage and bringing her in as an XO who worships us and may not point out our mistakes could backfire...

Is there any chance we can interview the existing staff of Retribution to promote the XO from their own ranks like we did on Splinter?
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>>1644206
>>Sesstrix will be my new XO
We trust her
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>>1644206
>Sesstrix may be Tierce's XO if she'd like (Get a new XO assigned from the navy)
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>>1644222
Retribution has no qualified command staff at the moment. That is ,no one with any experience.

Any pick would be someone transferred in from another ship. You'd basically be taking what is given.

They WOULD be from the Brentaal navy though, so you might get some credibility with the crew for that.
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>>1644222
>>1644216
The girl was already a commanding officer or a cruiser and she putted her trust into us lets not betray that trust shall we?
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>>1644223
Literally talked to her once and she never saw combat
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>>1644227
Fuck that, the peasant need to learn to bow down right now.
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>>1644229
*trust her more than some randy from the academy
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>>1644229
At least with her we won't need ro keep watching our back.
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>>1644223
A good XO will challenge their captain when necessary. Someone who idolizes us could leave us dangerously blind to unhappiness in the crew. Plus the appearance of sexism will be even worse.

>>1644227
Oh really? I didn't realize the Retribution had no officers at all suitable for the position. In that case would have voted we bring Tierce along and give Sesstrix the Splinter maybe.
Oh well, too late to revisit that vote I guess.
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>>1644239
Retribution has officers, but no command staff, no one with any real experience. Lobkin intended to make it a blank slate for you.

I apologize if that wasn't clear, if everyone else feels bamboozled I'll happily retcon that.
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>>1644236
It's not like the XO are going to lead a mutiny or something with a commissar on our ship
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>>1644248
The commissar won't be always in our ship anon. They might not do it now but later you need to think on the long time plan.

>>1644239
You can change your vote if you want mate.
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>Sesstrix may be Tierce's XO if she'd like (Get a new XO assigned from the navy)|


>writing
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>>1644239
If you are afraid she won't challange us you can always tell her that we expect her to give us a opinion. Heck we said the same thing to Vells and only knocked him down peg when he was acting unprofessionaly.
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>>1644245
No need to do a retcon unless many more people than I feel strongly about it. The difference between a Bental navy XO from this ship or from another in the fleet probably isn't that great. And if we get a real stinker we can always get him transferred off or use our dark sider connections against him.
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"I . . . Don't know what to say, Ma'am," Tierce says, face not betraying any emotion.

"Say, 'thank you'." You shake your head, "There's no one I know more qualified to run this ship than you."

"I know I can run the ship," Tierce says, "I just . . . Well I was hoping to stay together."

"There's time for that in the future," you reply, the two of you keeping pace together as you walk down the central walkway of the bridge of your ship.

"I have to say I'm going to miss you, ma'am."

"Alana," you say, stopping to face him. "We've been through enough that it should be Alana."

"Alana," Tierce says, "You've certainly done more than anyone else in terms of shaping my career. Got me out from Cousin Denvis and showed me what a little parasite he was."

"You realized that yourself. You're a clever man Lieutenant-"

"Roth, please."

"Roth, yes. You'll be one hell of a captain."

"Do us all a favor, Alana. Don't stop fighting until you're on top of this naval dogpile. We need a clear head like you calling the shots."

"I have no intentions of stopping."

"Spoken like a baroness," Tierce says. "Take care of yourself, Alana."

"You do the same, Roth."

Tierce clicks his heels together and executes a textbook-perfect salute. His academy instructors would have been proud. The bridge crew collectively rise to their feet, matching his salute. Even the stormtrooper guard detail seems to show cracks in their monolithic façade, turning to look back one last time at their commanding officer.

You pause a moment, surveying the bridge and its crew, remembering not all that long ago you were an enemy on this ship, filling the shoes of a beloved superior officer. As one of them put it, you were just that girl. Now you were the baroness.

You return the salute, snapping it off expertly. "I leave her in your capable hands, Lieutenant," you say, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Thank you, Commander."

You came a conquering warlord and left a friend and champion. You count that among your most incredible wins.


***

Retribution is your next stop and, if Lobkin's rough timetable is to be believed, the Koornacht cluster and combat follows that. You've received word that your transfers are already on their way to your new ship and your new XO has been given transfer orders and is on his way over.

>Now may be a good time for a holonet chat with my father
>I'll head straight to Retribution
>Write in
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>>1644290
Man, Tierce may be my third favorite character. Good thing we got him back from the rebels

>Now may be a good time for a holonet chat with my father
Tell him the good news
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>>1644290
>Now may be a good time for a holonet chat with my father
Daddy are you proud now?
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>>1644290
>>Now may be a good time for a holonet chat with my father

We do NOT need a chewing out by our father right now.
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>>1644290
>Now may be a good time for a holonet chat with my father

"Daddy i have a star destroyer now!"
"Alana you know what you did? Messing in Dark siders politics i thought i had given you enough edutation to not put yourself in danger!"
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>>1644290
>>1644303
Whoops, responded with the wrong quote. Meant to vote:

>I'll head straight to Retribution

>>1644301
I'm sure he'll give us shit about morale on the previous ship (which was reported as bad in front of everyone) and for meddling in dark side politics.
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>>1644296
The first being the emperor and Alana?
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>>1644319
Yeh, maybe if Mara wasn't such a fuck up
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>>1644314
Yeah but now we will know if Brakiss promotion is official already and give Mi the good news.
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>Now may be a good time for a holonet chat with my father

>writing
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>>1644338
This is going to be great.
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The holographic Imperial emblem fades away to be replaced by a near-lifesize representation of your father.

"Father-"

"Alana," he says, clasping his hands behind his back, "Your name came up today," he says, "during the council meeting. In the emperor's presence."

Your heart stopped and your blood froze. In front of the Emperor? But why, you hadn't- the answer occurs to you before your father can speak it.

"Lord Brakiss," he says "Komissari Brakiss mentioned complains you had filed and morale problems aboard your ship."

So, his scheme to unseat Ap-Llewff had succeeded. Ap-Llewff had been the kindest of all the Dark Siders you met, though it may have just been apathy masquerading as sympathy, you still hoped that he would be your next Komissar over Lord Mi.

"Father, I-"

"Lord Brakiss informed the council that you were most cooperative with his investigation. In fact, he said that you were a model officer." You father's expression lightens, fractionally, but a lightening nonetheless. To be called 'a model officer' by the head of the branch tasked with monitoring the navy was among the highest praise you could imagine. Maybe if Thrawn called you a masterful opponent . . .

"T-thank you, father."

"Why thank me?" he says, "They were his words not mine." He sighs, "Alan, I realize I've been hard on you, but it's only because I wanted the best for you. I won't pretend that I've changed my mind about your choice in careers. A naval life is throwing away your bright mind on work that the spoiled brats of the aristocracy could do. Does it take a genius to squeeze a turbolaser trigger?"

You know better than to rehash this old argument with your father.

"But, I saw the paperwork from Admiral Lobkin for your advancement. A new ship. A real ship befitting a lady of your station." he nods at you silently for a moment. "Well done, Alana."

"Thank you, Father. It . . . Means a lot to me."

"Now, I understand you're going to be reigning in the Xenos in the Koornacht Cluster."

"Yes, sir."

"Good, I'd rather you had more prestigious work than pest-control, but this will do. Make me proud, Alana."

"Always, father."

"In the Emperor's name."

"In the Emperor's name," you repeat and your father closes the channel. It took over a decade of struggling and countless deaths, but it seemed you'd finally reached a station your father could respect. Now it remained to prove to him you could hold his favor.

(1/2)
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Your arrival aboard Retribution came with all the pomp and circumstance you'd expect of a new officer receiving command of a capital ship. Now the hangar bay you stood in was no longer a goal, something to be attained. It was yours. Your own Imperial-Class. This was something you'd dreamed about as a young girl in the academy. Something so impossible, so far away it would never happen. Back then, you'd imagined you might someday be placed in charge of one of the ships in Death Squadron, under the command of Lord Vader. That was the fast track to success.

Now, here it was.

You had new subordinates, a new ship, and a new task force- you stopped yourself. Division. A new division in Admiral Lobkin's fleet. You'd memorized your new command.

Four Star Destroyers. Retribution, Brutalizer, Despot, and Winterborn. Each with their own escort. Two Strike-Class, four Carrack Class and a Lancer Class. In addition to these picket ships, they had a fighter compliment. Retribution's was special, being made up of the fighters you'd managed to wrangle from Kuat in addition to the best left behind on Retribution

Two Squadrons of Shadow Droids, two squadrons of Avengers, three Tie/Lns, three squadrons of interceptors and two bomber squadrons.

The other Destroyers and escorts carried "the old standard". No Shadow Droids, no Avengers, much more heavily leaning on Tie/Lns. A grand total of 40 squadrons.

Each Destroyer also carried a division of stormtroopers, four regiments each. Nearly 40,000 men. A Legion all told. You wielded enough firepower to sterilize the surface of a planet and garrison the ruins.

The mechanical element was a known quantity to you, it was the human element that was a mystery. Aboard your own ship a new XO, and aboard each of these others, a new captain under your command. It was impossible that you would meet all of your new subordinates, but the other Destroyer captains would likely be the most important. What to do first?

>Meet with your other captains
>Meet your new XO
>Write in

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>>1644405

>Meet with your other captains
>Meet your new XO
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>>1644405
>Meet your new XO
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>>1644405
Jesus Christ that is a lot of firepower.

>Meet with your other captains
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>>1644405
>Meet your new XO

Then we can go meet the captains.
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>Meet your new XO

Consensus. Captains are next

>writing
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>>1644428
I'm more suprised with dad complimenting us. I wasn't prepared for that.
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"Lieutenant . . . ?"

"Bastra, ma'am," he says, his voice gruff, but respectful. You're reminded instantly of your instructors in the Imperial Academy. He says all the right things, but says them in a way that implies he doesn't have time to waste on saying them.

Bastra is older than you by at least a decade, the hair around his temple's gray, the wrinkles across his forehead and around his eyes from a decade spent scowling at subordinates seem to advertise what sort of man this is.

"Lieutenant Bastra, good to meet you," you reply.

"I was hoping I would get on board before you, ma'am. It's proper for XOs to welcome the CO, not the other way around."

"A complaint I can understand, but time is of the essence. I've got to get not just this ship, but the whole task force up to par before we ship out, and I'll need your help to make that happen."

"As you say, ma'am. I'm happy to assist wherever possible." Bastra barely makes eye contact as he speaks, hands firmly clasped behind his back, eyes fixated on a point just above your head.

"Lieutenant Bastra, what sort of combat experience do you have?"

"Ma'am, I was an ensign on a Venator during the Clone Wars. I was heavily involved in the pacification of former Separatist worlds. I engaged in several battles against the rebellion and I was at Endor."

"What ship?" you ask.

"Rancor's Claw he says, she was a Tector-class," he meets your eyes as he says it.

Rancor's Claw. You close your eyes, yes, destroyed during the battle, you remember watching her break up as she fell into gravity well of the forest moon, flashes of light as debris burned up in the atmosphere.

"She went down as I recall," you say.

"She did, ma'am. I made it off."

>Ask about escape from Rancor's Claw
>Ask about service in the Brentaal Navy
>Ask about personal life
>write in
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>>1644459
>>Ask about escape from Rancor's Claw
>>Ask about personal life
Experienced, nice
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>>1644459
>>Ask about escape from Rancor's Claw
>Ask about service in the Brentaal Navy
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>>1644459
>Ask about escape from Rancor's Claw
>Ask about service in the Brentaal Navy

Something tells me asking personal details at this point will not get us very far
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>>1644459
>Ask about escape from Rancor's Claw
>Ask about service in the Brentaal Navy
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>>1644501
i'm more curious on how the fuck he managed to escape actually.
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>Ask about escape from Rancor's Claw
>Ask about service in the Brentaal Navy

>writing
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"How? If you don't mind me asking."

"Ma'am?" Bastra looks puzzled.

"How is it that you escaped from the ship? From what I remember, not many could have."

"Yes, ma'am." Bastra looks distant, his eyes unfocused. "We were taking strafing runs from so many fighters. I was a gunnery officer at the time and it was like trying to swat blister gnats with a sledgehammer. I think one of our auxiliary reactors went, and we lost power on the starboard side of the ship. That started the list, the port engines were firing like mad and we started drifting toward the moon."

"And the captain didn't disable the thrusters?"

"Captain was dead by then, ma'am. Must've been. I think the rebels took out the command deck before any orders could be given. I remember my officer, a big, hulking fellow made the call to abandon ship, or at least our part of it. He and I stuck together on the way to the escape pods." he blinks a few times, "It was chaos. Some pissant junior officer was trying to stop us, saying no one had given the order to evacuate. He wouldn't listen to me, but he listened to a stormtrooper's fist. It was around that time I think the ship passed the point of no return, the whole thing was shaking and breaking up. The lieutenant and I stayed on to make sure the pods got loaded in an orderly fashion. We almost waited too long." Bastra is quiet for a moment. "The lieutenant did wait too long. I got off that ship because my lieutenant stayed and did his duty until he died."

"He sounds like a good man."

"Yes, ma'am, he was. A better man than a lot of the dandies and fortunate soldiers. He was about his work," Bastra says.

"The Empire is in debt to that man," you say. "I'd like us to try to pay his debt for him. We owe it to ourselves and our subordinates."

Bastra appears skeptical, "Yes ma'am."

"And then you joined up with the Brentaal navy?" you ask.

"I was picked up by Captain Lennox's ship just before the retreat," he says. Lennox fell in with Reddrin's orders to withdraw. We didn't stop withdrawing until Brentaal. And then . . . Well, you know how that part goes."

"And how do you feel about the Protectorate rejoining the Empire?"

Bastra is quiet. "I don't think my personal opinion matters a damn, if I may be frank. I think that I've got a chain of command and I've got my orders."

"That's a rather bleak outlook."

"Yes, ma'am. But it's my outlook. Serving the empire is my duty. So serve I will."

>You shouldn't only serve out of duty
>So long as I can count on you
>Write in
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>>1644555
>So long as I can count on you
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>>1644555
>>So long as I can count on you
I won't force you to share your personal side.
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>>1644555
>So long as I can count on you.
You should never fear to give me your honest council. Some officers have a stick up their ass on panic under fire, like that junior officer you mentioned. I am not like that. I will always strive to act rationally, and as my first officer I would like you to help keep me grounded.
>Write in (feel free to make modifications.)
As for why I fight, I fight for order. For there to finally be one vision spread throughout the stars that will end this ceaseless civil war and finally bring peace to the galaxy.
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>So long as I can count on you

+ write ins

>writing
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"So long as I can count on you," you reply. "I expect you to always deal with me honestly. Some officers are like that junior officer you mentioned, they panic under pressure and default to quoting regulation. It's easy to blame the book, it's harder to make a good decision." you let that settle in a moment before continuing. "No matter what, I always strive to make sure I am not like that. I aim to always act rationally, and as my first officer, I would like you to help keep me grounded."

"Ma'am, if there's one thing I am good at, it's crushing harebrained plans and grandiose ideas before they get young kids killed."

"You fight out of a sense of duty, I fight for order. I feel it's important to tell you this because it may give you some idea of the measure of my character. I fight so that someday soon there may finally be one vision spread throughout the stars that will end this ceaseless civil war and finally bring peace to the galaxy."

Bastra nods. "I can respect that ma'am. I do have to say, your reputation preceded you. A lot of us in the Protectorate of heard of the Bloody Baroness. I wasn't sure what to expect."

"I think you'll find me pleasant enough to work with, provided you carry out my orders as instructed, and reminded me of my shortcomings."

"No doubt. I only hope you get on just as well with your new command," Bastra says with a knowing smile.

***

That's all the time I have tonight. Thanks for playing guys!

Next game will be on Tuesday since this is an "off" weekend. We'll meet your new command and hear Lobkin's plans for the Koornacht cluster.

As always, follow the twitter

>https://twitter.com/DarkEmpireQuest

And boost my ego by up-voting the archive

>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dark+Empire

Thanks again!
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>>1644619
Thanks TK.
>More quest only next tuesday.
Well i guess that is okay...
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>>1644619
Thanks for running! Alana's sendoff and her meeting with Dad were both really nice, looking forward to crushing some xenos and earning our keep.
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>>1644636
>>1645568
Absolutely guys! I have a blast. Glad you're liking it, I'm lookong forward to what I have in store.
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>>1645568
Agreed!

I'm surprised that Dad was so proud of us.

The Alana segments are always very fun!




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