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Post by Empress Rhiannon Fel on Oct 25, 2008 12:34:56 GMT -5
In a remote wing of the Palace, the Emperor's Office can only be reached by going through several heavy layers of security. A dozen Imperial Knights are stationed on both floors of the wing, along with the Emperor's personal guard on the upper floor. The upper floor is only accesible via a hidden turbolift in a hidden corridor, which can only be entered by passing a DNA, retina, fingerprint, and brain waves scan. All windows are made of star-ship grade transparasteel, hardened against all but the very strongest of capital ship salvos. The walls are made of two layers of ferrocrete with a half-meter thick layer of phirk in between Level 1:  Level 2:   |
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Post by Empress Rhiannon Fel on Jul 16, 2009 16:08:06 GMT -5
She stood perfectly still in the center of the training room, watching as various news reports from around the galaxy reflected on the walls. It was deceptively quiet in the wider galaxy since the disapearance of Darth Revenant after the swath he had cut through the galaxy, some were considering it a new time of peace in the galaxy. But she knew better, she could sense it in the Force, the calm before the storm, one that she worried would flatten everything in its path the way that hail could flatten grain as it stood in the field waiting for harvest. She'd had no word from the Jedi Council or the GA, not official word anyways, as she had spies in every sector that she found neccessary. Now was the waiting game, a charade she found herself better and better at as the years went by. Waving off the newsfeeds she crossed over to the training remotes, flicking them on with the Force, and settling into first guard as they came at her, thumbing her lightsaber on with the briefest of movements. The remotes fired at her one by one, then in waves, then all at once. Giving into the Force she blocked the bolts, finding it was welcoming just to feel , not to be so caught up in thinking that she couldn't see what was right in front of her. This was her duty, as a Jedi, Imperial Knight, and Emperor to show all those around her she took her own self-preservation deadly serious, as many times she'd been considered something of a daredevil. That she was and more, but the Empire depended on her now, and she would not fail it by becomming all to easily destroyed as her family had been. She was not just living for herself, but for the future of her people, and in that she could not fail. Suddenly, the remotes stopped firing and she relized she was soaked with sweat, her clothes clinging to her lithe body. She had gone through the entire training regimine and barely realized it. Only now was she aware of the little aches and pains that told her she was human. She would summon Jael, she decided. They had much to discuss. Perhaps for once he would even relax away from the ghost of her father's presence that still lingered in the private and public offices. Yes, they had much to discuss indeed... "Summon Captain Apollo to me," she spoke to the air, knowing that the microphones hidden in the room would pick up her request and transmit it to the receptionist waiting outside. "Tell him at his leisure, though." [/font][/size]
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Post by Captain Jael Apollo on Jul 19, 2009 20:56:51 GMT -5
Jael Apollo entered the Training Room almost silently, his boots making slight whispers against the nap of the almost flat carpet, each step slightly springy from the mats hidden beneath his feet. "Empress," he whispered, bowing slightly as he kept himself at full attention. He never slacked in his duty, not the less because he held his object of protection dear. It was one thing to love the Empress as Empress, and another thing to love the woman behind the throne, he had decided, but be that as it may either way he would give her his all. "You summoned me, majesty?"
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Post by Empress Rhiannon Fel on Jul 19, 2009 21:14:39 GMT -5
Rhiannon smiled slightly at his formal entrance. Only Jael would remain so formal when none were around. The other Imperial Knights knew the Empress well enough that they were on their best behavior but still relaxed around her. After all, she had been one of them back in the day before the mantle of leader of the Empire had been lain on her shoulders... Shaking her head to clear away the little lint nerfs of memories, Rhiannon reached out a hand towards the window, gesturing at the area where the holofeeds had hung just a moment before. "There is peace in the galaxy. All is quiet and all is going well. It is time to plan for the future, now, before the Moffs can start laying demands on me." [/font][/size]
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Post by Captain Jael Apollo on Jul 19, 2009 21:23:18 GMT -5
"Demand, Empress?" he thought he had a feeling what she meant, but he wouldn't be stupid and just blurt it out without some confirmation from her. Jael was a simple man, just trying to make his way in the Galaxy; it was just luck that he'd fallen in love with one of his initiates and she'd just happened to be an Imperial heir. Last in line for the throne at the time, he'd thought that their stolen moments would lead to some permanency; then her family had been murdered, and suddenly his Rhiannon had become the Empire's leader, and what time they'd had was gone with it. Now all he could hope for, all he deserved, was to be there to protect her, from whatever came.
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Post by Empress Rhiannon Fel on Aug 1, 2009 20:38:48 GMT -5
"There will need to be some legacy for the Empire; this is something I cannot do on my own. Decisions have to be made - the Empire may have finally become ready to come into its own. You know of what I speak?" she looked up at him with her blue eyes glowing softly in the dim light. "We gave to make decisions, Jael. Decisions that will form the rest of our lives."[/font][/size]
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