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Post by Empress Rhiannon Fel on Oct 25, 2008 12:43:59 GMT -5
An ornate palace on Bastion, originally built for the moff of the Braxant Sector during the days of the Galactic Empire. It was much larger and more luxurious than the typical headquarters of a moff, including ivrooy coral furniture. By 19 ABY, in addition to housing the personal offices and quarters of Moff Vilim Disra, it also housed the meeting area of the Council of Moffs. Fifty meters below the main building was a torture/dungeon area, as well as a secret escape tunnel to the hills to the north of the complex. The palace is lined with holocams accessible from the Emperor's private office.
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Post by Quarta Latis on Oct 8, 2009 6:29:47 GMT -5
Quarta Latis approached the large chamber door,he expected security moiniters and guards, but out of politeness knocked thrice and waited.
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Post by Grand Admiral Telif Slavik on Oct 9, 2009 9:42:30 GMT -5
Two guards approached Latis as he knocked on the door, one a rather grim looking female the other a much more approachable looking male.
"Can we help you Sir?" Came the females voice in a slightly bored tone while the male who was clearly the lesser ranked of the two merely stood back t watch.
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Post by Freedon Nadd on Dec 7, 2011 16:42:39 GMT -5
Week two of the Naddist Invasion.
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Rubble and ruin, all that remained of a once great people. Now in a square before the Imperial Palace which burned behind, lay the three Headless bodies of the ruling Moffs.
The Sky was thick with smoke, and dark from the night. If it wasn't for the burning buildings generating heat around them it would be a cold night. Freedon's saber hissed off with the sound like that of breath leaving a body for the finale time and the Warlord hung the weapon at his waste again. His cloak was in tatters, his face smeared with the blood of the dead and some of his own. The Imperial Knights he faced on this planet were much stronger then the ones he encountered on Dubrillion, but despite their numbers and strength, they all fell to Freedons blade. Forbidding his own force users to go into the Imperial Planet, Freedon faced the Citadale himself.
He had hungered for the chance to slaughter for himself and did so. His troops now marched on the rest of the city and from across the courtyard strolled a heavily armored humanoid. Wearing the Caos insignia of the Naddist Marines Freedon recognized him as Natherax. "You look like hell." Natherax spoke with the straight forward and abrupt nature only acceptable on the battle field.
"For I am Hell.. Natherax." Freedon pulled off a glove and wiped his face with the gnarled fingers of a old man. So much dark side energy had been flowing from the masters hands that the toll on his physical form had been almost as catastrophic has the wielder. Rolling his head the pops could be heard over the dull roar of flames, Natherax grimaced for the sound was sickening. Clenching his fist then releasing with a shake it was almost as if those old fingers had only been a shadow in the queer light, for the strength had returned and Freedons wounds were returning to normal. "It's a bad habit the force Natherax... one more potent then any spice or drug, and more seductive then any female being... For you to feel it running in your veins is a whish I could bestow on you.."
They had had this talk before. And would most likely have again, but the Force was not something Natherax wished for. "My liege, forgive me. For I feel the force radiating off you from here, and that is fine with me, You know.. Hokey Religions aren't my thing." He grinned at the Sith whom he knew would tolerate only him.
Freedon raised a brow then turned, shrugging off the Comander and looked at the burning Palace. "We will rebuild here. Now.. Before you Natherax, and the rest of the galaxy, from here, we will re-introduce ourselves. The Empire is no Longer. Now and forevermore will this place be known as the Home of the Naddist Imperium."
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