Locke
28-02-2013 00:31:48
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Dlarit Police Headquarters
Government District, Seng Karash
Orian System
15 Days Ago, 36.2.09 ABY
Devan Kan sighed. It was late at night and he had long since received the final reports of the day. As Deputy Commissioner, he had many duties to attend to. Now he sat in his office, idly browsing through the day's reports in search of anything interesting. Something was not right. Kel Rasha had been unusually quiet. There had not been any signs of violence or unrest in the past few days.
While it was odd, Devan thought perhaps this was because the Special Operations Group was away, including the bulk of the Dlarit military. It was strange for so much to be outside the system, but Devan knew not to ask questions - he knew the true nature of his superiors, as few did.
Suddenly, the office's doorbell chimed. Startled at first, Devan soon composed himself and pressed a button on his desk which caused the office's lights to come on fully. "Come in, " he said loudly. Who would be interrupting him this late?
An aide slipped inside the door. Holding a datapad, the young man seemed very anxious about something. "Sir, " he began.
"Out with it, " Devan snapped. This had better be good!
"Well, ah, there's been a revolt in Kel Rasha. Reports indicate it has gotten pretty violent and the police there are requesting backup."
"What?" Devan snapped. He suddenly felt very awake. "Wake up the reserves and send them in! Let me know of any new happenings immediately!"
"Yes sir, " the aide bowed slightly, and then was gone.
"Revolt? Could they have picked a worse time?" Devan muttered. Just when he was ready to sleep.
It was close to morning and Devan still hadn't slept. He watched as reports scrolled across the feed from his personal Dlarit-issued datapad. The revolts were not slowing. If anything, they seemed to be gaining traction.
The door chimed again. Devan let the aide enter. "Sir, " he said.
"I know!" Devan broke in. Where were those blasted Dark Jedi? Of course they would take all of Dlarit's real troops.
"Pull police from Tarthos. Have them assist in Kel Rasha." Seng Karash was far closer, being on the same planet, but Devan wasn't about to weaken his position in the city. If Rashan citizens could revolt so easily, then it could certainly spread to Seng Karash - the people there liked Dlarit even less.
"What a bloody mess, " Devan muttered.
13 Days Ago, 36.02.11 ABY
An unfamiliar distressed feeling slowly rose on Devan Kan's spine as he read the latest reports. There was still no sign from the Special Operations group, and now revolts had begun on Tarthos as well. There had also been skirmishes in Seng Karash, but so far Dlarit had maintained control there. They seemed to have a full-scale uprising going on, with a lot of loss of life, but all Devan could think about was his anger toward the Dark Jedi he served and worry over what they would do when they found out what had happened. He had gotten conflicting reports of their leaders being impatient and cruel to kind and understanding.
Devan hoped he had to explain this to the kind and understanding ones.
The aide knocked on the door again, seemingly in a slightly better mood now.
"Good news!" he said, trying to improve Devan's mood.
The acting president merely glared at the aide. "Out with it."
"Well, there's good news and bad news. The bad news is that the...usurpers have taken over Kel Rasha, and we still don't know what they want yet."
Fool, they're angry about the recent invasions, . Clearly, the population did not take kindly to two separate guests of invaders from beyond the system. "If that's the bad, then I can't see what could be good. Tell me."
The aide wasted no time attempting to placate his superior. "After taking control of Kel Rasha, it seems the group has had some division among their ranks. Separate groups have fled the city to the South."
"You idiot!" Devan barked, "that's where the villages we were establishing in those areas cleared during the invasions are. They'll be overrun!" Yet there was nothing that could be done. The Dlarit Police were such a small force to begin with, and Devan found it difficult just to hold Seng Karash itself.
"Bah, let them go, we need to regroup. Make sure the distress call is beamed out frequently."
It was a bloody mess, indeed. How was he going to explain this? Where were those blasted Dark Jedi and their special operations group?
FFC Final Way
Entry Vector
Orian System
7 Days Ago, 36.02.17 ABY
"Replay the message again, " Locke ordered. Hands clasped behind his back, he stood on the bridge of the Final Way, hoping he had simply misheard.
The slight feeling of nervousness from the communications officer who had initially relayed the message to the Consul indicated that Locke had heard correctly. The bridge crew were well-trained, and slowly developing trust in their leader, but there was still that hint of doubt. The officer played the message again.
"To any available Dee Saugh forces, this is acting president Devan Kan, requesting reinforcements. Dissidents have taken control of Kel Rasha and the outlying settlements. We are cut off from our officers in Kar Alabrek. We barely have a hold of Seng Karash. Please help!"
"That's about it, " the officer said, "the way the message was transmitted didn't leave room for much else. There's some data on the estimated size of the enemy force."
Behind his back, Locke's hands tightened. They had just finished doing their part in the invasion of Nfolgai, and now this? How had it happened? The police force should have been enough to hold the system. Was it Locke's fault? No; he wouldn't debate that now, there was work to do.
He had to think. If Dlarit truly only controlled Seng Karash...blast it, the army was far too tired for this, and they would be spread too thin trying to suppress this entire revolt.
'Get me the Quaestors! " Locke said. Moments later, images of Kalia and Kairus appeared suspended in front of Locke, projected from the Final Way's ceiling-mounted holo projectors.
Locke spoke before they could. "I trust you've picked up the same message I have." He paused just long enough for each to nod. "Ok. This uprising has spread too far to contain through outright warfare, especially right after the crusade at Nfolgai. Collect Sceptor of Ragnos, Darkest Hour, and any others of your best warriors.
" Kalia, I need you to keep these protestors out of Alabrek Citadel. Get the local population under control. You may have to get creative. Telegraphing a presence is going to create an escalation we can't handle right now. Be sure to secure Onyx Two as well.
"Same to you, Kairus. Go to the Dlarit offices in Kel Rasha. You have the more difficult job. Make sure Roxas' team doesn't make a grand entrance. The idea here is to control the situation without starting more battles than we already have. Understood? Good, take MAATs to the surface and keep your command ships out of sight. Go." Their holograms winked out.
Moments later, the Retribution and Damnation entered hyperspace, already enroute to Tarthos and Aeotheran.
"Anything from Sepros?" Locke asked.
"No, " the same officer replied.
"That's where we're headed then. Plot a jump and get us there." Outside, space flashed and seemed to lurch, the Final Way and other elements of the fleet quickly making the micro jump to Sepros. Locke waited as long-range scans were run and scout fighters were scrambled.
"Anything?" He asked.
"It appears normal, Sir."
Makes sense, there's no true civilian population here. "Excellent, make sure the system is secured. Have the Absolution disembark troops on Sepros Minor, standard temporary military camp configuration. Give them some rest, but I want them ready at a moment's notice.
"Let me know if anything changes, " Locke said. He turned and left the bridge. The Krath needed to confer with Atra and Methyas. It seemed that what was meant to be a temporary reprieve wouldn't grant him any rest.
Meeting Room
Undisclosed Location
Orian System
Five Days Ago, 36.02.19 ABY
Locke looked at the others who had gathered here. There was the Quaestors, Kalia and Kairus, Methyas, serving as Rollmaster, and Atra, as Proconsul. Black armored guards stood along the walls, silently vigilant. Who were they? Not even Locke was privy to who the members of the Black Guard were. He couldn't trust them under the circumstances.
"Methyas, the Guard."
The Obelisk Jedi had known Locke long enough to know what the Consul meant. "Guardsmen, leave the room, " he said.
There was a slight pause - after all, their purpose was to guard the Summit - but there was no threat here, and they had received a direct order from the man in charge of their group. After the last had left, Locke waited a few seconds before speaking.
"I don't want them to be incognito any more. We can't afford to not know who our guardians are." He didn't leave time for debate; if Methyas had an issue, the two could discuss it later.
"Alright, " Locke began. "I've read your reports, and it seems we have tentative control of the key parts of the system again. As you have established your shadow governments in Kar Alabrek and Kel Rasha, we will continue to rule these cities from the shadows, letting puppet governments develop, as well as maintain a guard on the Onyx Two, as it is our fleet's primary supply depot. The people will think they are in control, but in reality we will rule from the shadows, pulling strings where necessary. We will consolidate power around Sepros and it's moons, and infiltrate these new upstart organizations.
"At the moment, this is our best option. We are in the middle of a war, and we don't have time for extended operations in our home system. We must make sure that our holdings are as stable as possible before the next leg of the Crusade. I am not concerned beyond that. This system still belongs to us, but we will let others think they are in charge, and we will have stability."
The purpose of this topic is for Summit members to publish fiction that has to do with the overall story of the Clan, their House, or Battleteams. It is in no way more important than your own fiction. Instead, this merely serves as background to string along a consistent plot for the Clan and evolving lore to create an interesting environment.
Generally, only Summit will post in this topic. New posts will be somewhat routine, but are not on a fixed schedule.
Dlarit Police Headquarters
Government District, Seng Karash
Orian System
15 Days Ago, 36.2.09 ABY
Devan Kan sighed. It was late at night and he had long since received the final reports of the day. As Deputy Commissioner, he had many duties to attend to. Now he sat in his office, idly browsing through the day's reports in search of anything interesting. Something was not right. Kel Rasha had been unusually quiet. There had not been any signs of violence or unrest in the past few days.
While it was odd, Devan thought perhaps this was because the Special Operations Group was away, including the bulk of the Dlarit military. It was strange for so much to be outside the system, but Devan knew not to ask questions - he knew the true nature of his superiors, as few did.
Suddenly, the office's doorbell chimed. Startled at first, Devan soon composed himself and pressed a button on his desk which caused the office's lights to come on fully. "Come in, " he said loudly. Who would be interrupting him this late?
An aide slipped inside the door. Holding a datapad, the young man seemed very anxious about something. "Sir, " he began.
"Out with it, " Devan snapped. This had better be good!
"Well, ah, there's been a revolt in Kel Rasha. Reports indicate it has gotten pretty violent and the police there are requesting backup."
"What?" Devan snapped. He suddenly felt very awake. "Wake up the reserves and send them in! Let me know of any new happenings immediately!"
"Yes sir, " the aide bowed slightly, and then was gone.
"Revolt? Could they have picked a worse time?" Devan muttered. Just when he was ready to sleep.
It was close to morning and Devan still hadn't slept. He watched as reports scrolled across the feed from his personal Dlarit-issued datapad. The revolts were not slowing. If anything, they seemed to be gaining traction.
The door chimed again. Devan let the aide enter. "Sir, " he said.
"I know!" Devan broke in. Where were those blasted Dark Jedi? Of course they would take all of Dlarit's real troops.
"Pull police from Tarthos. Have them assist in Kel Rasha." Seng Karash was far closer, being on the same planet, but Devan wasn't about to weaken his position in the city. If Rashan citizens could revolt so easily, then it could certainly spread to Seng Karash - the people there liked Dlarit even less.
"What a bloody mess, " Devan muttered.
13 Days Ago, 36.02.11 ABY
An unfamiliar distressed feeling slowly rose on Devan Kan's spine as he read the latest reports. There was still no sign from the Special Operations group, and now revolts had begun on Tarthos as well. There had also been skirmishes in Seng Karash, but so far Dlarit had maintained control there. They seemed to have a full-scale uprising going on, with a lot of loss of life, but all Devan could think about was his anger toward the Dark Jedi he served and worry over what they would do when they found out what had happened. He had gotten conflicting reports of their leaders being impatient and cruel to kind and understanding.
Devan hoped he had to explain this to the kind and understanding ones.
The aide knocked on the door again, seemingly in a slightly better mood now.
"Good news!" he said, trying to improve Devan's mood.
The acting president merely glared at the aide. "Out with it."
"Well, there's good news and bad news. The bad news is that the...usurpers have taken over Kel Rasha, and we still don't know what they want yet."
Fool, they're angry about the recent invasions, . Clearly, the population did not take kindly to two separate guests of invaders from beyond the system. "If that's the bad, then I can't see what could be good. Tell me."
The aide wasted no time attempting to placate his superior. "After taking control of Kel Rasha, it seems the group has had some division among their ranks. Separate groups have fled the city to the South."
"You idiot!" Devan barked, "that's where the villages we were establishing in those areas cleared during the invasions are. They'll be overrun!" Yet there was nothing that could be done. The Dlarit Police were such a small force to begin with, and Devan found it difficult just to hold Seng Karash itself.
"Bah, let them go, we need to regroup. Make sure the distress call is beamed out frequently."
It was a bloody mess, indeed. How was he going to explain this? Where were those blasted Dark Jedi and their special operations group?
FFC Final Way
Entry Vector
Orian System
7 Days Ago, 36.02.17 ABY
"Replay the message again, " Locke ordered. Hands clasped behind his back, he stood on the bridge of the Final Way, hoping he had simply misheard.
The slight feeling of nervousness from the communications officer who had initially relayed the message to the Consul indicated that Locke had heard correctly. The bridge crew were well-trained, and slowly developing trust in their leader, but there was still that hint of doubt. The officer played the message again.
"To any available Dee Saugh forces, this is acting president Devan Kan, requesting reinforcements. Dissidents have taken control of Kel Rasha and the outlying settlements. We are cut off from our officers in Kar Alabrek. We barely have a hold of Seng Karash. Please help!"
"That's about it, " the officer said, "the way the message was transmitted didn't leave room for much else. There's some data on the estimated size of the enemy force."
Behind his back, Locke's hands tightened. They had just finished doing their part in the invasion of Nfolgai, and now this? How had it happened? The police force should have been enough to hold the system. Was it Locke's fault? No; he wouldn't debate that now, there was work to do.
He had to think. If Dlarit truly only controlled Seng Karash...blast it, the army was far too tired for this, and they would be spread too thin trying to suppress this entire revolt.
'Get me the Quaestors! " Locke said. Moments later, images of Kalia and Kairus appeared suspended in front of Locke, projected from the Final Way's ceiling-mounted holo projectors.
Locke spoke before they could. "I trust you've picked up the same message I have." He paused just long enough for each to nod. "Ok. This uprising has spread too far to contain through outright warfare, especially right after the crusade at Nfolgai. Collect Sceptor of Ragnos, Darkest Hour, and any others of your best warriors.
" Kalia, I need you to keep these protestors out of Alabrek Citadel. Get the local population under control. You may have to get creative. Telegraphing a presence is going to create an escalation we can't handle right now. Be sure to secure Onyx Two as well.
"Same to you, Kairus. Go to the Dlarit offices in Kel Rasha. You have the more difficult job. Make sure Roxas' team doesn't make a grand entrance. The idea here is to control the situation without starting more battles than we already have. Understood? Good, take MAATs to the surface and keep your command ships out of sight. Go." Their holograms winked out.
Moments later, the Retribution and Damnation entered hyperspace, already enroute to Tarthos and Aeotheran.
"Anything from Sepros?" Locke asked.
"No, " the same officer replied.
"That's where we're headed then. Plot a jump and get us there." Outside, space flashed and seemed to lurch, the Final Way and other elements of the fleet quickly making the micro jump to Sepros. Locke waited as long-range scans were run and scout fighters were scrambled.
"Anything?" He asked.
"It appears normal, Sir."
Makes sense, there's no true civilian population here. "Excellent, make sure the system is secured. Have the Absolution disembark troops on Sepros Minor, standard temporary military camp configuration. Give them some rest, but I want them ready at a moment's notice.
"Let me know if anything changes, " Locke said. He turned and left the bridge. The Krath needed to confer with Atra and Methyas. It seemed that what was meant to be a temporary reprieve wouldn't grant him any rest.
Meeting Room
Undisclosed Location
Orian System
Five Days Ago, 36.02.19 ABY
Locke looked at the others who had gathered here. There was the Quaestors, Kalia and Kairus, Methyas, serving as Rollmaster, and Atra, as Proconsul. Black armored guards stood along the walls, silently vigilant. Who were they? Not even Locke was privy to who the members of the Black Guard were. He couldn't trust them under the circumstances.
"Methyas, the Guard."
The Obelisk Jedi had known Locke long enough to know what the Consul meant. "Guardsmen, leave the room, " he said.
There was a slight pause - after all, their purpose was to guard the Summit - but there was no threat here, and they had received a direct order from the man in charge of their group. After the last had left, Locke waited a few seconds before speaking.
"I don't want them to be incognito any more. We can't afford to not know who our guardians are." He didn't leave time for debate; if Methyas had an issue, the two could discuss it later.
"Alright, " Locke began. "I've read your reports, and it seems we have tentative control of the key parts of the system again. As you have established your shadow governments in Kar Alabrek and Kel Rasha, we will continue to rule these cities from the shadows, letting puppet governments develop, as well as maintain a guard on the Onyx Two, as it is our fleet's primary supply depot. The people will think they are in control, but in reality we will rule from the shadows, pulling strings where necessary. We will consolidate power around Sepros and it's moons, and infiltrate these new upstart organizations.
"At the moment, this is our best option. We are in the middle of a war, and we don't have time for extended operations in our home system. We must make sure that our holdings are as stable as possible before the next leg of the Crusade. I am not concerned beyond that. This system still belongs to us, but we will let others think they are in charge, and we will have stability."