The Senate

((Right, I am going to start reposting and just to be a pain the I'm going to let you people pull me into the mainstream RP, untill then I'm going to form a little side story.))

((Because I'm going to start a new culture, system of planets etc I'm going to, for your delight prepare a little Document on my new people))

Archive No. 588435332.554664/@865{63}

Entry Log: It has been brought to the attention of the Encyclopedia Galactica that a small confederation of planetery systems exisits outside current polititical or mainstream contact. The Following transcript was created by Senior Anthropoligist Hoole.

Data: In the regions of outer quadrent four, an untravelled part of space, a small collective of planets has formend a Commonwealth of Planets. This Commonwealth is centred around the capital planet of Zanarkand. Home of an advanced race of shape shifters. the culture.......however despite being known by some travellers as the Coruscant of the Far Rim.....these are all interesting points BUT what is most interesting for such a union whose beliefs are of rights and peace the Commonwealth has withstanded attacks from Sssruik and Yuzahn Vong invaders......However what brought this small Commonwealth to the attention of mainstream spacegoers is it's appointment of a new leader! His Imperial Excellancy Grand Moff Gav!

The man who is credited with holding together and destroying the Bladian Empire. However the question is why has a Commonwealth which has stood since the dawn of the first republic appointed this mysterious Galactical Instigator?......

*GMG stands facing a window in a bare room ,bare but for one tall blue box standing in a corner.*

*He walks to a small wal panel and clicks a button*
"Send him in!"
*In walks a Blue Skinned Chiss*
"Lord Secutary" He said in a cold and calm voice,

* The Judicator came out of Hyper Space not even one hundred kilometers from the planet Courascant.*

"My lord, do you honestly think it is time to make contact with the rest of the Galaxy, don't you think we might need better defences, in case they deem us dangerous?" Ordo turned his gaze from the wonder and beauty of Courascant to his personal aide/Body Guard, though Ordo did not really need a body Guard. His body armor was of the strongest in the galaxy, formed of some of the strongest titanium in the galaxy, and reinforced with half an inch of Cortosis ore-which was capable of blocking multiple blaster shots and able to disengage light-sabres, an added bonus. Attached to the red and black suit was a flame thrower and two lasers, one on each wrist. And for stronger opponents he had had a Mandalorian heavy repeater. Ordo was a walking tank, basically.

"I don't know, Varius." He said to his aide. "But it is to late now, if they wanted us dead they we would be already. I'm sure this planet is swarming with defensive fighters and capital ships." varius scowled, desoite himself, at the city-planet. "Well, my lord. We will defend you, if it comes down to it, as best as we can." Ordo smiled. "I know, Varius. I know."....

*The CHiss wore a Khaki tunic with for military tears down it's side, indicating his rank. He was a smart contrast to the Grand Moff standing before him who wore a sweeping read cloak and tunic,his hair was long and messy, but something about him called for respect.*

"I take it the regeneration went well?" asked the Chiss in his usual calm tone.

"Indeed,"sighed GMG," I'm human again, but I might find myself going back to nemodian...I like the hats" GMG laughed.

The Chiss remained steady faced and GMG stoped laughing,
"I imagine you want to speak about the Bladian issuse"

Well now. This was interesting. She'd come for the Senate but might now stay for the show. Then again, perhaps this was something that she shouldn't get into. .. Nah. Who needs to be that cautious? A little fun, a little danger, never hurt anyone, did it?

Ath sat silently behind her desk, elbows leaning upon it, her fingertips together in front of her face, thumbs supporting her chin; quite a thinking pose. She collected her thoughts about the recent Senate session, and ran everything through her brain again and again. Conflicts such as these were not an alien concept to her, but each situation was new and different. She'd been silent at the Senate, striking blue eyes shifting to each speaker in turn. Observe, calculate, decide, act. Observe? Check. She continued in such a manner for a few minutes before reaching a conclusion. Not only would she get involved, but she already knew who she was for. Decide? Check.

Now another dilemma presented itself; she didn't personally know that Senator. Hmm... Would contacting him to show her support be out of place? Offensive? The small room seemed to take on a darker air as she thought the situation through more, perhaps a little too throughly.

ooc: I am afraid that that wasn't quite the first impression I was hoping for at all. Ah, well.

The steady Chiss commander stood tall in the office, over shadowing GMG, GMG looked back, not sure about the Chiss's intentions, or indeed, his own,
"I think It would be important for the Commonwealth to make contact with the Republic, BUT I have to plans to throw our lot in with Emperor Bladius, as I have done before." GMG sighed lightly "However I am aware that there are those in the council who enjoy our isolation and quit neutrality but I feel it in our interests..."
"Your not of the Commonwealth, are you Lord Secretary?" cut over the Chiss, "Born on it's capital perhaps, but you were neglected of it's rich upbringing. 900 years of travel and this is the first time you visit us since your departure? I'm afraid the Council cares very little about you using the term "us" or "our" when in reference to the Commonwealth. You are a Republican on Bladian's leash your Excellency, please, do not presume the power you have brings you respect or favour."

With that the Chiss exited the room and GMG kicked the floor as his com-link beeped. "Yes?" He shouted angrily.
"The Council will see you now Lord Secretary"

GMG exited the council chamber in a hurry, once again the council had just refused another of his Communication Drafts.
"Why do I stay here!?!" He asked no one but himself.
"If you leave...Lord Secretary," said the Chiss Commander coming out of the shadows "if you leave right now...we will run the Commonwealth without you, we don't need a monarchical figure, Lord Secretary, just go, go back to your home, find what you've been hiding from."

GMG looked at the Chiss unsure as if he was being sincere or blunt, he could just leave, leave and find his old master...he needed his council now...

GMG entered his small room and walked up to the TARDIS (the blue box on my sig) He got in and the TARDIS disappeared....

The TARDIS began to form in a giant reception lobby. Lots of people were making their way to various counters and desks. The great glass wall which was the front of the building allowed natural light to illuminate the lobby.
*Bing bong bing* "Can Grand Moff Gav please make his way to the main reception please."
"A smiled GMG they know the Box!" He strolled uo to a long polished wooded desk where a young Iridonian Female sat smiling.
"Welcome back sir, and congratulations on the successful regeneration," said the girl politely. "I presume you wish to access your personal vault?"
"Erm, yes, I would also like some time in there"
" Of course Sir, President Tiberius said we should let you come and go...but you must Of course give a quick blood sample."
"Very well," GMG held out his hand and the Zabrak roiled up his sleeve and with a large gun like syringe and pressed it again GMG's wrist. It shot. GMG started to feel dizzy and blacked out

He woke up in a large silver room with three old super battle droids in the corner. GMG felt the cold steel under his bare skin...bare...skin.

"Ahh Regeneration?" moaned GMG, he stood up and looked at his reflection in the silver walls. "Wow!" He said "I'm young!" He rubbed himself "And I work out! Nice" Gmg strolled over to one of the walls and pressed a small panel. There was a loud beeb and the back wall slowly came down. Behind it was a series of doors. GMG walked to one and pulled it open, inside was a series of grey imperial uniforms GMG flicked through them and pulled one out. "This should fit," he mumbled as he sized up against the trousers.

Tow minutes later GMG was fully dressed in a smart grey imperial Grand Moff Tunic with polished black boots. Next he walked to a small drawer and pulled it open, inside was a lightsabre.

GMG gave it a twirl as it activated but dropped it on the floor. "I need training" he saidto himself. He pulled out a small sonic screwdriver and flicked it on. The TARDIS appeared in the room next the Super Battle droids turned on. "Don't let anyone in that Box!" commanded GMG as he picked up a metal suitcase and exited the vault to a chorus of "Rodger Roger"

(Hopefully a simple opening, then.)

Aboard his granted flagship, the Acquiescance , Grand Admiral Enoch Kasi stood silently, hands folded as they always were behind his waist. His white uniform bore the tiniest marrings of close battle, not to say that Enoch avoided close combat, but to show his prowess. No, he had never participated in close combat against an "enemy" in his uniform, but practice bouts sometimes became more...hostile than originally intended.

A personally engraved sword with an encasing guard, vibro-enhanced blade, and brass filigree rested in a scabbard at his side. He wore no sidearm. Gray tinged his temples, though it should have taken his hair in full already at his true age, and his body should in fact have been long withered. Yet it was not so.

"Grand Admiral, sir?"

"Yes." His voice was low and firm, with a powerful force behind it, an intimidating and inspiring feature. He never asked questions save to one. To all others he simply stated.

"All scout ships have returned, sir, and we are prepared to enter lightspeed."

"Coruscant is not so far, Leiutenant. We will make due without the hyperdrive engines running."

"Yes, Admiral." He seemed to stop, musing, for a moment, before speaking once more. "Might I suggest, sir--"

"I am well aware that there is business on Coruscant, Leiutenant."

"Then--"

"I have given an order, Leiutenant." Enoch did not sink to argument with anyone who could not match him in tone, resolve, or verbal expertise. He could be subtle and sly when need be, but for soldiers such as the Leiutenant Averson, the energy needn't be wasted.

"Yes, Admiral."

AOR's transport shuttle landed in the enormous docking bay of his old battle ship, the Vindicator . AOR was met by the entire crew of the ship, and as he and Alexander made there way down the ramp, Alexander stopped and looked back towards the illustrious blue planet that is Kamino. AOR, noticing Alexander’s actions, paused too and sighed, “The destroyed it didn’t they.” There was a pause, and Alexander simply caught up to AOR and they both continued walking. As they made their way towards the bridge, walking down the wide and dark violet halls, AOR pulled a vile from his chest pocket and held it out towards Alexander. Alexander smiled, but the smiled was concealed under his pull-over-hood. AOR knew that Alexander was smiling, and decided to mention, “I would never have left this in the hands of my workers. Something as precious as this...” He put the vile back into its safe spot; the doors of the bridge opening and closing.

“AOR”, the captain exclaimed; a military companion from the days of old, “How goes life?” AOR couldn’t help but smile; the captain was a small man with a big heart. Even for Alexander the captain was still small. He rose no higher than 4’ 8”, and was a tad bit on the round side, but a brilliant tactician and man of iron will. AOR gracefully approached him and shook hands with his old friend, another rare and subtle action reserved for only the most prestige. Not to mention, he liked to see the face of Quinn when he showed him yet another human custom he had adapted too.

“Ho ho ho, now there’s something new,” The captain said chuckling as he embraced the handshake firmly. “Your fleet is ready sir. And we have consent from the empire for your entry. The fleet’s on standby.” AOR looked out of the grand visor that was the forward view of his mighty ship, the Vindicator . He was musing over the fact that he was going to traverse once again in territory he knew all too well. Alexander was a little unmoved by the silence, but nevertheless he maintained his composure.

“Set course for the Bladian empire. Send all ships the plotted coordinates for the location of each worm-holes. We leave once every ship recognizes the necessary coordinates.” The bridge of the ship began to bustle with the tapping of terminals and consoles. Slowly, one by one, each ship recognized the necessary coordinates and each ship moved into an arrowhead formation. Before them grew, from a small puff of smoke, a large mouth with a blinding light in the center. As though entering a galaxy from the center. And each ship was sucked into the oblivion, but in the blink of an eye what the once thought was republic space was now the territory of the prestige Bladian Empire.

GMG walked across a small platform in the wake of the grand Tiberius Building, he walked through a little colvelt and entered a large drilling square.

Inside it was a Tiderium Cruiser and a small battalion of Storm Troopers, infront of them was a tall man wearing a grey, the rank on his chest was 6 green squares with 3 blue and 3 yellow under them.

Ain't gonna give u anymore, zimmer;
Ay don't wanna mess wit da boss, if U go makin' trubble, dem gonna come ta me, cuz I gave U to mutch alcohol. I ain't wanna any mess wit da boss. Get outta ma cantina. - Treazet G'Rezert the Talz said.

Listen to me you idiot, just give me the beer, will you. - The human said, totally drunk, he had the looks of an ordinary smuggler, he wore a normal vest and his pants had the Corellian blood stripes on them. He had messy hair and a beard of months. Around his waist was a blaster and something that looked like a lightsaber. He also looked very muscular and strong, like he had trained for months. Treazet G'Rezet didn't trust him.

- Ay need security, Ay'm havin' problemas with eyo client. Seotr ay would yum yum U to leave, Dis is eyo respectable casino.

- Yeah right, with an ober that can't speak decent basic.

'Leaves the casino, and enters the Canteen on the other side of the street, after having pulled his blaster on someone who wanted to help him up when he had fallen, he was totally drunk.'

GMG walked to the man and gave a small bow,

"Sir, I have the data tapes from my vault, I shall not be returning for awhile"

The Man looked at GMG, he was Supreme Moff Tiberius, leader of the Tiberius Inc and brother of the much loathed Grand Admiral Jango.

"I am glad you have taken to your senses and returned, but I warn you to stay away from my brother, he is a dangerous man although some find it difficult to find him."

GMG gave a small smile, "I couldn't find him even if I wanted to, I believe he has gone "underground" The Supreme Moff looked unimpressed,

"I will send you on your way Grand Moff, if you have trouble, you know where my offices are"

"Everywhere" whispered GMG as he walked onto the shuttle. The shuttle took off and headed straight to the skys.

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u want a wee mini rp on msn bout senate? im board
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yeah whutever
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well
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u start
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I'm Tiberius
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ur turn
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GMG's shuttle lands on the platform of the grand Tiberius building
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9 guards in red uniforms with black helmets reminiscent of the Death star trooper's helmets walk up to the shuttle one of them walks forward.
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GMG greets the guard with a clickof the heels

"Im here to see the Supreme Moff
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On second sir, requesting permission to let ypu through. Do you have a reservation?
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"One
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"you
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"Err no, I have important news with the Supreme Moff"
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ok, u can pass
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I'll guide u to his office
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very good
GMG followed the man, angry, he viewd the Supreeme Moff as a leech off his brothers power
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Here you are sir
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GMG walks in and bows his head to the supreme moff who is on a exercise chair in a lucious office room (the chair like Prinze Xziors from shadows of the empire))
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Quick, I'm in a hurry (a Twilek slave walks in the room, one quick move of the Tiberius's hand and she immediately leaves the room, Tiberius like kinda angry)
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looks
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Your excellancy, says GMG, "I have found thte location of your brother
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Excuse me? (Looks shocked, kinda scared)
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"I found him on a small platform outside the old republic archives
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So what's he doin' there?
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ummm, well, nothing im not quite sure
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Waves his hand to the guard, the guard immeditely runs off, talking in his comlink
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but i was quite, um...worried, by wat i found
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Were you?
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I am not following u
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sir
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your brother was....drunk
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causing quite a bit of rampage
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Rampage?
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My gaurds R workin on it right now
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tht wont be enough
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he has changed
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i know you have never felt the force, but if you could you would feel it...he has grown
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Grown?
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in the force...he draws it into him from all around...almost as if he was its true master
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Whilst he's drunk,
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more powerful thn AOR
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?
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yes
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thts wats worring
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if he was even slightly les powerful i would have tried to apprehend him
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Shit
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i was getting used to my guards
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I liked some of them.
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Wait a sec;
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...sir...we need someone to go get him...but since my regeneration...i have not been as powerful as before
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next thing he does he's standin' here.
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Shit, i gotta get away
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(Looks scared shitless
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srry wat happened? Tiberius wants to flee?
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His guards went to appregend him
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he thinks Jango 'll B pissed
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ofcourse
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sir, i can feel jango even now...controlling my force connection...toying with it
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if we faced he would strip me of it...i cannot protect u
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the door of the chamber opened and a hread fell inside it
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A twilek head
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...ah
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jango
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Gav
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(Looks pissed)
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gav bows."master
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apprentice
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Rise
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"My my master". .. your body has changed...ur look stonger thn a rancor..how?
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there is no how, only the force
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yes master
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u are wiser thn me
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im sorry
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Possibly
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So why does my own brother try to arrest me?
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"I i am unsure master, i do not know his intent..." *Jango uses the force to feel GMGs new body and spirit
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Cool
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What shall I do to punish him?
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what do you propose my apprentice?
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i...master....this is not my place
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WHAT SHALL I DO TO PUNISH HIM?!!!!!
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his...life sire.....take his company says GMG cowering
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Why not.
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I'm bored anyway.
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GET OUT OF MY OFFICE, BOTH
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GMG found the location of Jango, he then returned to the Tiberius tower to inform Supreme Moff Tiberius about the location of his brother. GMG explained that Jango had changed into a stronger figure with an even stronger connection to the force. Tiberius dispatched guards to apprehend Jango. However Jango killed the guards then heeded to Tiberius towers where he found SMT and GMG, After reminding GMG of who was master he orded the two out of the office...which he called his!

[this was a summary of a MSNRP with GMG and Da Preacher]

Originally posted by Kasi
(Hopefully a simple opening, then.)

Aboard his granted flagship, the Acquiescance , Grand Admiral Enoch Kasi stood silently, hands folded as they always were behind his waist. His white uniform bore the tiniest marrings of close battle, not to say that Enoch avoided close combat, but to show his prowess. No, he had never participated in close combat against an "enemy" in his uniform, but practice bouts sometimes became more...hostile than originally intended.

A personally engraved sword with an encasing guard, vibro-enhanced blade, and brass filigree rested in a scabbard at his side. He wore no sidearm. Gray tinged his temples, though it should have taken his hair in full already at his true age, and his body should in fact have been long withered. Yet it was not so.

"Grand Admiral, sir?"

"Yes." His voice was low and firm, with a powerful force behind it, an intimidating and inspiring feature. He never asked questions save to one. To all others he simply stated.

"All scout ships have returned, sir, and we are prepared to enter lightspeed."

"Coruscant is not so far, Leiutenant. We will make due without the hyperdrive engines running."

"Yes, Admiral." He seemed to stop, musing, for a moment, before speaking once more. "Might I suggest, sir--"

"I am well aware that there is business on Coruscant, Leiutenant."

"Then--"

"I have given an order, Leiutenant." Enoch did not sink to argument with anyone who could not match him in tone, resolve, or verbal expertise. He could be subtle and sly when need be, but for soldiers such as the Leiutenant Averson, the energy needn't be wasted.

"Yes, Admiral."

One of the communications personnel had turned to the admiral and said, "Sir incoming message from the Empire. Priority one." The message was immediately displayed on screen and what seemed to be the silhouette of Emperor Bladius sat before them, "Greetings, Admiral Enoch. There has been a change of plans. I require that you apprehend a capital ship that has just entered Bladian territory. This is a priority one order, and you will fulfill it immediately." The com-link was severed with the blank black screen displaying the crest of the Bladian Empire; a red and black shield with two swords crossing below the wire frame of a world.

GMG walked down the corridor of the Tiberius Tower and onto a small platform, on it sat a small Taxaerian shuttle, he looked over his shoulder.

"Hmpf, Goodbye...master..."

GMG entered the small one man shuttle and fired up it's boosters it fired off from the landing pad and shot into space...it's destination...Bladius Prime Centre

Enoch's face showed none of his inward thoughts after the com link was severed, but he was, he had to admit, slightly bewildered. No ship location, or orders on what exactly to do once he had the ship where he wanted? Now, Enoch could easily devise such things, learn such things, but he found it odd that he would not be informed of them beforehand...

"Targeting protocol, Leiutenant. I want that ship found, now." Throughout it all Admiral Enoch moved not an inch from his position at the head of the bridge. Within a span of two minutes the Leiutenant had the ship's position, and the Acquiescance swerved in compliance.

In under an hour, Enoch had the ship within view.

"Run up a link with that ship, Averson."

"Yes, sir." Compliance. Odd...usually ships, well, took longer to comply to a communications...request.

"Running up a visual now, Admiral."

On the large bridge view appeared a distinctly Mon Calamarian figure.

"Greetings...Admiral." The small delay in the greeting was barely noticed, but Enoch decided to take it as a delay in regard to rank recognition. Something he could cope with, he supposed.

"I am Admiral Enoch. You have entered territory--"

"Admiral," the creature interrupted. "We have come seeking the Emperor."

Normally Enoch would have been furious--at least--at having been interrupted by someone so unknown to him, but at the mention of the Emperor Bladius, obviously, Enoch twitched, but did not move. Behind his back he made a flick of his fingers to Leiutenant Averson, who immediately went back to a desk and initiated a diagnostic checkup of the capital ship before them, getting closer.

Though Enoch considered contacting the Emperor for varification, he carefully considered the word "apprehend."

Fine.

"You are hereby under strict regulations of Bladian Territory. You will either surrender your ship for escorting or be destroyed. Do you comply?"

"We shall surrender."

The Admiral's eyes narrowed slightly. Something was different here.

"You will shutdown all weapons systems in your vessel now. Your shields we will allow you to keep running. Clear your docking bays of all combatable personnel and droids and prepare for escort."

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Enoch's face showed none of his inward thoughts after the com link was severed, but he was, he had to admit, slightly bewildered. No ship location, or orders on what exactly to do once he had the ship where he wanted? Now, Enoch could easily devise such things, learn such things, but he found it odd that he would not be informed of them beforehand...

"Targeting protocol, Leiutenant. I want that ship found, now." Throughout it all Admiral Enoch moved not an inch from his position at the head of the bridge. Within a span of two minutes the Leiutenant had the ship's position, and the Acquiescance swerved in compliance.

In under an hour, Enoch had the ship within view.

"Run up a link with that ship, Averson."

"Yes, sir." Compliance. Odd...usually ships, well, took longer to comply to a communications...request.

"Running up a visual now, Admiral."

On the large bridge view appeared a distinctly Mon Calamarian figure.

"Greetings...Admiral." The small delay in the greeting was barely noticed, but Enoch decided to take it as a delay in regard to rank recognition. Something he could cope with, he supposed.

"I am Admiral Enoch. You have entered territory--"

"Admiral," the creature interrupted. "We have come seeking the Emperor."

Normally Enoch would have been furious--at least--at having been interrupted by someone so unknown to him, but at the mention of the Emperor Bladius, obviously, Enoch twitched, but did not move. Behind his back he made a flick of his fingers to Leiutenant Averson, who immediately went back to a desk and initiated a diagnostic checkup of the capital ship before them, getting closer.

Though Enoch considered contacting the Emperor for varification, he carefully considered the word "apprehend."

Fine.

"You are hereby under strict regulations of Bladian Territory. You will either surrender your ship for escorting or be destroyed. Do you comply?"

"We shall surrender."

The Admiral's eyes narrowed slightly. Something was different here.

"You will shutdown all weapons systems in your vessel now. Your shields we will allow you to keep running. Clear your docking bays of all combatable personnel and droids and prepare for escort."

The communication link between the Mon Calamari ship and the Acquiescance was severed and was reatched to the Vindicator. "Greetings, Admiral Enoch, this is Senator and Fleet Admiral AOR." The Kaminoan was curt in his greetings, "I don't have time to mince words, so I will be quick. We are sending you the varification codes of our entry into the Bladian territory. You will run it by Liberty Station of Alturic Prime, and have them compare this registration number with that of the Ring of Glory. When you have recieved confirmation of our report, contact us. And we'll allow you to escort us, as Bladius himself has ordered." And as he promised, the message was curt and the connection severed.

Before the connection was reestablished, the terminal was alarming with recieved information. The visiting fleet were on standby, and patience was not in their midst.