Originally posted by Aliies
((No such rank, the ranking system goes like this: In this alien culture, that cloak is standard-issue in their military, though his armor is only formal... the combat armor is just a tad different. The color of the cloak varies with the soldier's rank, even though during times of conflict, the color will change with adaptive camouflage technology weaved into the thick material.The non-fur-lined cloak-ranking system of the Tamarean Republican Forces represents the first half of their military, the infantry:
-Black being the standard, every one of the immense army is given a non-fur-lined black cloak.
-Grey symbolizes them as a troop leader, commanding small contingencies of infantry.
-Deep Red is squadron commander, each on will have up to six troop leaders that obey his command.
-Dark blue shows a warmaster or strategic-commander, someone trained expertly in the way of war and has more than enough experience.Then the fur-lining sybolizes a part of the Navy, the same colors are in effect but with different meaning:
-Black is basically ensign; communications personnel and general fleet-crew are represented by this, they are reletively new and unexperienced for more important roles.
-Grey stands for pilots, helmsmen/women and weapons operation crews.
-Dark Red means officers and tactical advisors, the glue that hold each somewhat fifteen-thousand crewed ships together and is in charge of seperate sections.
-And finally, the fur-lined 'Sapphire' cloaks os reserved for commanders, admirals as such but known quite simply as commander in varying ranks.
That.
Originally posted by Aliies
((Got a little carried away with the Senate argument but as this is based around it... couldn't possibly hurt ^.^))
[No worries]
AOR had not antended that meeting as he had more pressing matters to attend to. He had, instead, sent a representative of a representative in short. This Kaminoan had, by the looks of him, absolutly no experience being in the Senate and was very nervous sitting amonst men of such caliber. He was silent and frightened that such men of prestigue could hold such volatile characters for one another. Sure he has heard the rumors of backdoor trading, and slip of the hand crimes the trade federation had been responsible for, infact his father was a trader, who was cheated into bankruptcy by the trade-federation. He knew he should feel some form of satisfied revenge, but for some strange reason....
Towards the end, after turning off the recording of the entire metting, he removed himself before the entire counsil began to leave. As he was leaving he was once again intercepted by AOR's mysterious friend. The Kaminoan bowed deply and handed over the hologram projector. Without even the exchange of salutations they turned and left the prescence of one another. One to the hanger bay, the other towards the bar to relax.
[The Kaminoan went to the bar, just so you guys know. 😛]
The mysterious figure, normal in height and rather slim in weight, was blocked by two mandalorians and a Christorian. "Well if it isn't Alexander. How is AOR ?" came the slithering voice of Denaan.
"What do you want, Denaan?" Alexander curtly responded. "I doubt it is a healthy request either."
"What makes you think that? We're only curious as to what the Kaminoan gave you." The two mandalorians looked at each other chuckling under their armor. Alexander quickly pushed aside his robes and pressed on a com-link next to his light-saber. Immediatly, the Crisorian and the Mandalorians prepared for battle, but as Alexander was returning to his retired stance, three gaurds came to interupt the nearly started brawl. "Hey, what's going on there?!?" Denaan turned and snarled at Alexander, "we'll finish this another time." And the trio broke into sprints as they were chased by the guards. Alexander only smiled at the idle threat.
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Alexander landed on his given pad; a tribute from AOR for a past bravery. It was still pouring down rain. This wasn't surprising, this was the "wet" season, the irony being that Kamino is a water based planet and therefore always wet. But the name was to simply describe the movement of clouds from one half of the hemisphere to the other. Alexander quickly made his way into the cloning chamber where AOR was hard at work. "Just leave it on the terminal there, I'll take a look at it when I am finished here." He continued to press on the console, to be meet with a continuous asortment of beeps and clicks.
"May I ask as to wht you are doing, AOR?" came the inquisitive reply of Alexander.
"Simply modifieng our new host."
"...and thus, by the senate's combined vote, all fees and compensations will be paid to the Bandomeer council by the offending party, the United Anti-War Protestors Annonomous for damages caused to military personnel and property..." the old Jedi mumbled, his voice echoed and amplified both by the strange shape of the chamber and the small vox-enhancer system... He was quite old and decrepid even for one of the Jedi order...
"And next upon our agenda; the continued debate between the system representatives of both Kamino and Tamara... Calling for both parties to come forth..."
Keriier's box floated gently out oto the debating 'grounds', there was a long silence and no sign of the Kaminoan; their box was empty...
a few whispers crept around the hall and rapidly escalated into enreaged cries for the disrespect of the Sentate's laws, "outrageous!" they called, and "Total lack of manners by their party!" bellowed another over the top of the many screaming voices.
"Order, order..." the old speaker tried to sound but his ancient throat was not as it used to be...
To Keriier, this was the third worst insult you cold offer a Tamarean... and the pipsqueak cloner had already done the first two; he now had good reason to kill the man, and he wanted to soon, but now was not the time. His brother was positively fuming, he had far less poatience than his sibling; as he stretched up to his full height, around four or five taller than Keriier, he inflated his immensive lungs and let fly a howl that was so awe-inpisring it would've been audible from at least a kilometer away...
Nevertheless, the Senate was now dead-quiet.
"My brother wishes to speak..." he said quietly, still loud enough in the perfectly hushed hall.
"Honorable delegates of the Republic..." Keriier began, "This insult to the Tamarean peoples will not go unheeded, I shall personally find AOR and bring him here for defiance of the Galactic Republic laws stating the compulsory presence or releif aide to stand for when matters pertain to them!" there was a breif shout of aggrement as the hover-box slid back into position and allowed for Keriier the leave the grand Senate.
He had no intentions of bringing AOR back to the senate once he found him, not alive or in one piece for that matter and he knew that he would be most likely on Kamino experimenting with the codes of life and pushing beyond moral boundaries...
Keriier told his brother and the other commander to return to Tamara whilst he attended to business, tkaing with him only his anger and his daughter as he was quite rusty with a two-man unilateral wasp-fighter.
Originally posted by Aliies
"...and thus, by the senate's combined vote, all fees and compensations will be paid to the Bandomeer council by the offending party, the United Anti-War Protestors Annonomous for damages caused to military personnel and property..." the old Jedi mumbled, his voice echoed and amplified both by the strange shape of the chamber and the small vox-enhancer system... He was quite old and decrepid even for one of the Jedi order..."And next upon our agenda; the continued debate between the system representatives of both Kamino and Tamara... Calling for both parties to come forth..."
Keriier's box floated gently out oto the debating 'grounds', there was a long silence and no sign of the Kaminoan; their box was empty...
a few whispers crept around the hall and rapidly escalated into enreaged cries for the disrespect of the Sentate's laws, "outrageous!" they called, and "Total lack of manners by their party!" bellowed another over the top of the many screaming voices."Order, order..." the old speaker tried to sound but his ancient throat was not as it used to be...
To Keriier, this was the third worst insult you cold offer a Tamarean... and the pipsqueak cloner had already done the first two; he now had good reason to kill the man, and he wanted to soon, but now was not the time. His brother was positively fuming, he had far less poatience than his sibling; as he stretched up to his full height, around four or five taller than Keriier, he inflated his immensive lungs and let fly a howl that was so awe-inpisring it would've been audible from at least a kilometer away...
Nevertheless, the Senate was now dead-quiet.
"My brother wishes to speak..." he said quietly, still loud enough in the perfectly hushed hall.
"Honorable delegates of the Republic..." Keriier began, "This insult to the Tamarean peoples will not go unheeded, I shall personally find AOR and bring him here for defiance of the Galactic Republic laws stating the compulsory presence or releif aide to stand for when matters pertain to them!" there was a breif shout of aggrement as the hover-box slid back into position and allowed for Keriier the leave the grand Senate.He had no intentions of bringing AOR back to the senate once he found him, not alive or in one piece for that matter and he knew that he would be most likely on Kamino experimenting with the codes of life and pushing beyond moral boundaries...
Keriier told his brother and the other commander to return to Tamara whilst he attended to business, tkaing with him only his anger and his daughter as he was quite rusty with a two-man unilateral wasp-fighter.
Originally posted by Aliies
"...and thus, by the senate's combined vote, all fees and compensations will be paid to the Bandomeer council by the offending party, the United Anti-War Protestors Annonomous for damages caused to military personnel and property..." the old Jedi mumbled, his voice echoed and amplified both by the strange shape of the chamber and the small vox-enhancer system... He was quite old and decrepid even for one of the Jedi order..."And next upon our agenda; the continued debate between the system representatives of both Kamino and Tamara... Calling for both parties to come forth..."
Keriier's box floated gently out oto the debating 'grounds', there was a long silence and no sign of the Kaminoan; their box was empty...
a few whispers crept around the hall and rapidly escalated into enreaged cries for the disrespect of the Sentate's laws, "outrageous!" they called, and "Total lack of manners by their party!" bellowed another over the top of the many screaming voices."Order, order..." the old speaker tried to sound but his ancient throat was not as it used to be...
To Keriier, this was the third worst insult you cold offer a Tamarean... and the pipsqueak cloner had already done the first two; he now had good reason to kill the man, and he wanted to soon, but now was not the time. His brother was positively fuming, he had far less poatience than his sibling; as he stretched up to his full height, around four or five taller than Keriier, he inflated his immensive lungs and let fly a howl that was so awe-inpisring it would've been audible from at least a kilometer away...
Nevertheless, the Senate was now dead-quiet.
"My brother wishes to speak..." he said quietly, still loud enough in the perfectly hushed hall.
"Honorable delegates of the Republic..." Keriier began, "This insult to the Tamarean peoples will not go unheeded, I shall personally find AOR and bring him here for defiance of the Galactic Republic laws stating the compulsory presence or releif aide to stand for when matters pertain to them!" there was a breif shout of aggrement as the hover-box slid back into position and allowed for Keriier the leave the grand Senate.He had no intentions of bringing AOR back to the senate once he found him, not alive or in one piece for that matter and he knew that he would be most likely on Kamino experimenting with the codes of life and pushing beyond moral boundaries...
Keriier told his brother and the other commander to return to Tamara whilst he attended to business, tkaing with him only his anger and his daughter as he was quite rusty with a two-man unilateral wasp-fighter.
The Kaminoan representative had sprinted into the Senate hall just as the people were about to leave. If anything in life was more pathetic and humurous at the same time, it was a Kaminoan trying to run. He quickly took the stand, still out of breath, and bowing quickly to both the Jedi speaker and the Senate. He raised his hand to catch his breath. After a brief pause, he said, "By the rules of Senate conduct and absentee, AOR invokes the right of withdrawal from the Tamarean debate. By code of conduct and absentee law abiding under section 1429 of paragraph 3, code section 2: Any representative that can not claim presence during a senate meeting must either report the offices of the Senate building, or send a representative in his place." He paused once again to catch his breath.
"Further more," he added, “AOR also invokes the Senator right of Conduct and Presentation of section 5924 paragraph 26 code section QR: If the Senator, in his absence requires a movement of withdrawal, he may do so in holographic form." Before any of the senators could interrupt, he immediately gave a hologram projector to the Jedi speaker, who connected it with his booth; thus allowing all members of the council to hear:
*There was some static and then the image of AOR accompanied by his hooded friend Alexander.*
AOR: Greetings members of the council. Forgive me for my absence, but I had more pressing matters to attend to. In our previous meeting, I'm sure we all recall, that the vote for the cloning facility to return to an operative state was unanimous. Hence why I am here. However it has also been brought to my attention that this war has been brought far more closer to home than I had anticipated.
*The image changed from AOR to space where debris of all sorts filled the screen. AOR's voice could be heard over the image.*
AOR: Earlier this morning, a heavily fortified pirate fleet made its way through a newly discovered worm-hole. With the help of a previously composed fleet both Calamarians and Kaminoans where we not only able to stop this incoming enemy, but utterly obliterate them. Further questioning of pirate captives, we were able to determine the host behind the pirate attacks.
*AOR voice was cut off, and the voice of a human was replaced instead*
??? : ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT *cough cough* Vega, a Tamaranean. He thought by employing the pirates, he would be able to overthrow the Tamarean people, just like emperor Bladius....
AOR: However, when this information was presented to Keriier, it was taken with nothing more than a grain of salt." The Senate members began to mumble amongst themselves. "This can be taken many different ways, comrades, however the obvious is this: Clearly, the Tamarean's do not hold the interest’s of the Republic as he so proclaimed in his most brainless patriotic speech." The Senate was now in an uproar. The Jedi member simply stood and watched, what power did he have over a rioted people?
"Therefore,” all became quite quickly, “I hereby claim that the Tamarean's booth be removed from this counsel. For he who will not help us, is clearly not an ally." The Senate shouted there approval; greater was this cry than the last. "Then it is settled, in three months standard time, we will take the worm-hole to the root of this pirate problem that not only troubles them, but troubles us as well.” The Kaminoan representative humbly received the hologram back, and quickly made his way to the docking bay, where he headed back to tell AOR the news.
The Jedi speaker amplified his voice to around half the power of Kele'Tyr's roar previously, enough to attract attentions and calla general silence, "By our laws, for all of you to decide, whether or not this is enough information to remove the Tamarean peoples from their seat amongst us..." there was mixed murmors on multiple opinions, several boxe flew out of those foolhardy enough to come forth, "We the representatives of the Metrina system heartily agrees with the concept of removing them, and as such..." he was cut short by another box floating un the opposing side of the speaker's position, "I do not agree!" roared the senator from the New-Hoth government, "It would be an outrage to his rights as he is clearly not here..." he gestured towards the giant's empty box, "after his performance however hucking it may have been!"
"Then we shall cast our vote!"the Jedi spoke out loud, using his own strong voice despite his age, immediately silencing the hall to hushed whispers, "the poll; is this or not enough of a case to banish the Tamarean peoples from the Republic sentate, aggrevating a clearly strong and forgive me for saying so, a barbarically war-minded race with unknown abilities of even racial strength and which could cause them to declare war upon our most noble Republic..." he was cut off by a familiar booming voice, Kele'Iyr stood in his box completely dressed in his military wargear, "On behalf of the Tamrean people, I would like t take this oppourtunity to formally withdraw from the Republic altogether as so we may declare war from the sanctity of our world..." he just smiled at the shocked looks from the millions of eyes upon him before waltzing out, the smile still upon his 'blacking' features; he did not have the right to speak for the Sapphire Republic and had not told Keriier of this idea, acting without the concent of his entire people which was now the official declaration of them... The unknown new war... (Tamareans don't go 'old and grey', as children, they're born with near-silver hair that grows darker and darker as they age; an elder of the Tamarean people would have pitched black hair at around the age of 240)
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Keriier touched down on the Kaminoan landing pad, completely un awares of his brother's actions as he diembarked into the raging tempest of the planet's atmosphere; waves were so brutal that they threatened to wash over the landing pad, one of the highest positions of the research and cloning facility.
The clear door slid peacefully open and a Kaminoan woman greeted them, "Good day, noble sir... and lady..." she said noticing that his daughter stood behind him, soaked from head to toe though still she did not shiver.
"Where is he?" he demanded, waling into the clean and dry hallway, pushing the alien woman back.
"I do not know of whom you..." the behemoth of a man had whipped out and in a blink of the eye his entire hand had wrapped around her shoudlers, his finger easily touching near her tiny spine, "One - Last - time: where is the one you know as AOR?" he said softly, his tone hushed yet full of malice.
"In... the lower... labs..." the ghostly Kaminoan muttered, trying to speak as Keriier applied pressure to his monsterous grasp; he released her coughing soundly at the new information.
"have a... pleasant day..." the woman said softly, trying to keep her tone as not to further enrage the man.
"]Father?["Aliies spoke in their native language; ]This means in Tamarean[ "]Do you know the way it spoke of? Should you not have asked directions...[" She spoke quietly and without emotion, always wearing that blasted neural pacifier... Keriier thought to himself after a look into her eye, or what was in place over her eye; the pacifier he so loathed.
"]I have been here before, child... the insolent creature was stupid enough to show me the facility...[" They were nearing the place the woman had spoken of, before she was able to retain her former diameter.
The door had a soft red light on the outside, informing them that whoever inside did not wish t be disturbed; the door itself was made of a formidable material; with a tremendous yell, Keriier used ther bottom of his metal hoof on the barrier, denting only the glossy coating of it.
"]Child, if you be so kind as to use your key?[" he offered her the door, a proud smile on his face; A long family tradition of the armed forces and his daughter had chosen the path of a shield engineer, she had also become quite an accomplished hacker... either way, he was proud of her.
Within three seconds of uplinking to it, she had it opened, granting them access to the enormous lab that was filled with cowering Kaminoans... As an outsiders race, they all looked the same, both man and woman; he could not tell if AOR was even amoung them.
"AOR, come out now! The Republic has called for you to stand trial for disobeying the Senate laws of complusory presence..."
Originally posted by Aliies
"AOR, come out now! The Republic has called for you to stand trial for disobeying the Senate laws of complusory presence..."
Every Kaminoan stood erect and gazed behind the two intruders. AOR was standing in an ancient Kaminoan military uniform, and Alexander stood at his side. "You were a fool to have left the Republic. It is now worse than I feared. It was a mistake to allow your people into our realm. A terrible mistake!" AOR was now furious, his eyes were held fixed on Keriier. "You don't get do you? How is it impossible for me to fathom, that your pride and brutality enshrouds your lack of judgement." Alexander tossed two data pads, one to Keriier the other to Aliies. "But I was a fool to think other wise," he continued, "to lend a hand of friendship to race too narrow minded to accept."
The door to the lab had finally closed, and an extra layer was to ensure that it would not be penetrated again. "On the first data pad you will find that even your own people betray you," he turned to face Aliies, "that one holds not only battle plans, but also the location of of the already present and the to-be-created warp-holes. As you will see, they not only extend deep into Republic space, but also deep into your's as well. The second part is the necessary equipment and technology to not only travel within the worm-holes, but to also ricochet off of larger ones so as to land in areas not yet graced by these astounding creations." AOR was interrupted by Alexander who declared that their fleet had arrived. Alexander quickly added, "We give you this information because we know that you hold no intentions of invading our Republic," his voice was neither low toned nor high pitched, but rather a soothing voice that had an ominous lulling ability, "and clearly, we both seek the same goals. Perhaps soon, you will see this and honor us as allies."
AOR bowed a deep bow reserved for only good friends and trusted allies. And he along with Alexander walked out unto a small docking pad where a transport ship awaited him and Alexander. AOR glanced back at the cloning facility, knowing that he may never get back to his peaceful work again. "Politics," he mumbled to Alexander, "is a two edged sword." Alexander chuckled and the transport set off to take them to their awaiting fleet.
Aliies flipped her over in her hands, having no clue what AOR had said or even what this thing was; she didn't speak a scrap of basic.
Keriier took it from her and read the message and layouts while aliies tried to work the door free...
"]We must return to our world, child; I fear we may already be attacked[" he said softly, Aliies just looked at him...
"]Attacked? Is that what the string-worm was saying, sounded more like he wanted to make love to a Fenexrian Florgot![" the last remark recieved a chuckle from her father, though it was short lived; the door would not open and was lacking an interface.
"]No use, this door is no longer a door...[" she said, once more without emotion.
"]Allow me to show you how the Tamarean military operates, child![" he chuckled soundly once more, politely moving her away from it and thumping his fist softly yet loudly in a strange code-like pattern that lasted mere moments, Aliies would've jumped in fright had she not been wearing her pacifier as another set of code-thumps came from the other side.
"]I had an eight-strong troop follow us in full cloak, they were meant to come inside with us but it closed too quickly; and now we must be removed from the doorway![" he said suddenly as a shrill of beeping sounded from behind it, meaning only one thing as he took her over his shoulder and raced to the other side of the large labratory.
The door was reinforced so an implosion mine would be needed, and if Kerrier and his daughter needed to be this far away on the other side... the troops would need to be at least six times that...
"]Shield your eyes...[" he bellowed as the glossy grey door became blue-white with heat, blowing out in a spectacle that could burn the eyes before everything within around seventeen meters, including the floor was sucked into a vicious vacuum and utterly obliterated.
Keriier was surprised that the door still remained, one tough metal for the Kaminoans, had to give them that.
What he didn't like about them, was that with such advanced technology the explosion destroying the walls as such had triggered a chain explosion as fuel lines and volatile chemical vats were damaged, causing another brilliant cascade of exposions inside the very lab they stood in. As only a young girl, Aliies would have no protection had her father not been there, he covered them both with his badge-of-office cloak which fended off the light waves of bright flame that licked out to incinerate them.
Two of the assisting troops had fallen where they were not prepared for the resulting cataclysm of destruction, the last supporting sections of the towering cloning lab exploded away around three seconds after the wasp fighter piloted by Aliies and the now-visible troop transport lifted off of the Kaminoan world and the resulting explosion that sent a sweeping wave across the entire planet.
"]That was most enjoyable![" aliies said, shocking her father with such expression and he smiled to see that her neural pacifier had fallen off in the race to saftey.
once the dark-blue sky had faded away into the familiar speckled background, she followed the transport's hyperspace course bound for Tamara, Keriier sitting in the back seat studying the complex diagrams and kaminoan blueprints...
Originally posted by Aliies
Now is probably the perfect time fro anyone to join, so long as you have read mine and AOR's posts...
[Did you just blow up my cloning facility? By the way, the one I threw to Keriier was simply a recording of the Senate proceeding. Of course 😏 the video hologram isn't very "clean"....legal clean....]
[ 😆 Last one, then I will finish typing the post for the etiquette of battle (which took me forever by the way) And then we can engage in battle. If that is the Divine Will-Kingdom under Fire whistling
Will Turner: Where's Elizabeth?
Black Sparrow: Oh she's fine; just like I promised. She's getting set to marry Commodore Norrington; just like she promised. And you're going to die for her; just like you promised. So we're all men of our word really... except for Elizabeth, who is in fact, a woman.]