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The Deralian Chastisement
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| Simon_Levi | Date: Sunday, 15 Jan 2012, 3:04 PM | Message # 1 |
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| The Deralian Chastisement
As Deralius' wife had pointed out, Deralia was in the Outer Rim, and the stormtroopers on the streets had scared many of the usual assorted scum out of the cities, making them safer and quieter at night. The Palaces, the Royal Family and their residences, as well as the surround areas were under Imperial control now, Deralia was feeling the fingers of the Empire close about it, and what did Deralius do? Nothing.
As Deralius sat on his throne, the weak King no longer even trusted to carry a pair of scissors, let alone have his own guards, he was likely a broken man, a visage of his former glory. Surrounded by Stormtroopers constantly, it was clear that the Emperor's displeasure had fallen upon Deralia for it's recent disasters. In the streets outside the Stormtroopers had been doing much to win over hearts and minds, giving out bread to the poor and providing increased security. The King was now rarely seen making public speeches, and many assumed he had been taken ill, perhaps of a broken heart for the fate of his world. Either way, his popularity was sliding - the new King had been nothing if not disastrous, he had fouled up the one are he claimed to excel in, the Military, leaving Deralia undefended and open to attack while at the same time attacking elsewhere and failing at that too. He had then appointed his wife after their previous well liked Senator had resigned, this had been fine at first, but her failure to try and lift sanctions had caused protests (notably ones which the stormtroopers made no effort to stop). Already in the streets he was known as "Deralius the Unready", "Deralius the Fool" or worse "Deralius the Impotent".
There was much poison council over the fact the Deralian Special Forces commandos had attempted to implicate the King's Loyal Servant (clearly at the King's command) in the Dantooine attack, and betrayals of one's servants by a Lord was considered by many to be the supreme crime. But in that very throne room where the possibly broken man held court with his nobles, three knocks hit the door before it burst open.
Prefect Didact Ula of the Tammuz Sector Discretionary Force lead a platoon of Stormtroopers into the court. Courtiers scattered and fled to the side of the room as they advanced toward the throne but were barred from leaving. The stormtroopers knocked chairs out of the way as they advanced on the flanks of the Prefect who cried one word as he entered the room "Deralius!" he bellowed before continuing "His Excellency Moff Levi, Your Governor asks why a petty tyrant such as yourself feels yourself able to resist Imperial Law. Continue to fail your own people if you wish, but do not dare continue this wanton disregard of the Emperor's will as expressed in Senate Law and Sector Edict.
You will provide me with the men commanding Deralia on the day of the Celeste Raid, also those responsible for planning defense on that day, also those who authorised those plans. Then, you will turn over command keys to twenty four of the fighters from your Venator-class, and one DP-20 gunship. All will be fully fueled provisioned, any tampering that is found will be a matter for which Moff Levi will hold you personally responsible.
As for the money, I believe the Grand Vizier has something special planned so you have some more time to get that together.
You have half an hour. Myself and my men will wait, if you require access to a communicator then you may have it. If you fail to comply, I am to bring you to Tammuz-an, in chains if necessary. This is not a matter for debate or quibbling. Do I make myself clear?"
Moff of the Tammuz Sector
Message edited by Simon_Levi - Sunday, 15 Jan 2012, 3:04 PM |
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| King_Deralius_XX | Date: Tuesday, 24 Jan 2012, 10:25 PM | Message # 2 |
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| It was unlikely he was known as any of the supposed derisive nicknames by his own people, as he enjoyed broad public support. The Stormtroopers that had replaced his personal guard was perhaps another matter. There was likely little, to any, protest that had occurred either, unless they were against the Senate. It would take more than the appearance of Stormtroopers to break the spirit of the Deralian people, and show Moff Levi push the wrong direction, the anger of the Deralians towards the Senate would easily shift towards him. It still puzzled the entire Sector why, of all worlds, the most loyal was being pressed so hard by Levi when others deserved it. Tammuz-an, which seemed to have the Moff's favor, was rumored to be supporting the resistance movement, several worlds were bases for pirates and smugglers, many were lawless worlds filled with outlaws. Logic would dictate that Deralia would be celebrated, not vilified.
Deralius, not one to stand for disrespect, from anyone, stood and approached Prefect Ula. He grabbed the Emperor's Will medal that was always present on his neck. "You see this, boy? Don't use that tone with me. I served His Majesty until I could no more, some measure of respect is due, regardless of personal view." he said, sitting back down. "Now, the officers in question have been gathered, as have those with direct planning of what I assume is the Dantooine operation. The fighters in question have been prepared and are in containers in orbit, around the temporary drydock that you will find the vacant Gunship sitting in, awaiting transport. All men you wish to take into custody, despite the questionable nature of the charges made against them, simply await transport to wherever you wish to take them." he said, now looking resigned in his Throne. "I believe you have a job to do for His Excellency while I prepare to submit a proper legal defense of my military personnel. Thank you for your visit, Prefect." he would said, with his advisors and his legal team stepping from their spot off to the side and towards the Throne.
His Majesty Deralius the Twentieth
King of Deralia and Deralian Dominions
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| Simon_Levi | Date: Tuesday, 24 Jan 2012, 10:53 PM | Message # 3 |
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| "Pick them ships up" prefect Ulla said into his head mounted communicator. The vessel was picked up by skeleton crews from awaiting shuttles. The fighters were likewise taken control over. "Thank you for your obedience to the law.. King Deralius" the man gave a rather sadistic smile, unbuttoning his blaster pistol holster. Prefect Ulla had instructions not to take insubodination, and addressing an Imperial Prefect as a "boy" after 50 years honourable service to Republic and Empire was more than he could bear.
"Clear the room" the Prefect said raising his arm and waving to the stormtroopers. They moved out across the throne room and moved the snivelling courtiers and lawyers out of the chamber. Any lawyer who resisted would be dealt with curtly, being physically overpowered by the fit and muscled stormtroopers, easily stronger than these bureaucrats. Once done, the guards of the palace (Stormtroopers) would take up positions outside across the doors. The trooper operating the surveillance cameras from the palace clicked it off. One of the troopers from the palace advanced into the room carrying a dampening ion field generator in a bulky backpack, to disable any of extra little spy equipment the King might have.
Once the room was cleared, the Prefect advanced again to Deralius, his blaster holster unclipped. "My oh my King Deralius.. King.. it's a strange title isn't it? Good for holding in check your peons.. but I am not one of your peons King Deralius.." his hand reached to the blaster pistol, taking it from it's holster. "Oh no.. oh no.. I am not." he took the DC-17 and clicked off the safety catch, moving towards Deralius as he sat dejected in his throne. Moving the pistol so it would press against the King's forehead, the pistol was set to kill. "I know you have a high opinion of yourself.. Your Majesty" he spoke the title with a mocking tone "And I don't expect you to beg for your life. However, I will give you this chance to snivel any last words if you have them."
Moff of the Tammuz Sector
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| King_Deralius_XX | Date: Tuesday, 24 Jan 2012, 11:21 PM | Message # 4 |
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| Despite the blaster pressed to his forehead, he rose his hand took hold of it, moving it with him as he rose to stand eye to eye with the Prefect. "You think this will intimidate me? Before taking the throne of this world I was a High Admiral of the Imperial Navy... I served in the Clone Wars, and it was only due to injury that I am not serving now. You think your blaster scares me? Death is an old friend, and I will greet him as such when he comes for me." he said, with the look of fury in his eyes. This had gone on long enough, and it would be today that a climatic conclusion would be reached in the power struggle between himself and Moff Levi. Either today, he died, and the entire Deralia system rose in rebellion against the Empire, or the Prefect backed down, and the government of Deralia would decidedly approach the Grand Vizier, demanding Levi's ouster. There would be no middle ground, no alternative. It could certainly be said of the months-long conflict that Levi and Deralius were men that had dealt in nothing but absolutes with each, and today would certainly be no different.
"You are faced with a choice, Prefect. Do you murder a loyal citizen of the Empire, and faithful servant of the Emperor, in cold blood? Or do you walk away? You are the last known individual to grace my chambers, and whether or not this is witnessed..." he said, as he motioned to the obvious mobile dampening field, "... you will be the one held responsible for my death. Now Prefect, the choice is yours..." he spoke to him, expecting in every bit to meet his end in this moment. It was perhaps the last moment of the reign of King Deralius the Twentieth... and despite his short reign, even in his possible last moments, he was living up to everything he had been, everything his family was, and every regent before hand to have taken on his regnal name.
His Majesty Deralius the Twentieth
King of Deralia and Deralian Dominions
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| Simon_Levi | Date: Wednesday, 25 Jan 2012, 0:05 AM | Message # 5 |
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| "But a King committing suicide because of the shame he had brought on his world.. Oh I could see that.. especially one of such a long and worthy lineage? No?" he said twisting the blaster slightly, watching the King attempt to keep himself composed. He was no stranger to killing the this death would be one he relished.
The Prefect smirked as the pathetic little man bragged of his mighty conquests. He pulled the blaster back from where it had been gently tickling the man's forehead, flicking to stun and pulled the trigger down sending a stun blast into the King's upper chest. He then turned around and paced down the room. The stormtroopers would pick the stunned man up from his throne, and toss him roughly to the hard floor infront of the throne, letting him crash forward. While he was down, one would also take the time to put the boot into the King's "royal jewels"
The King was dropped to the ground in a manner which assured he had a severe concussion, assuring his testimony of the events would be dubious at best, even if he remembered the minutes before, it was also done from him being held in the standing position, so it would appear as if the King had simply fainted and banged his head against the floor.
Once the King had been positioned on the floor, the Stormtroopers returned to their positions. The Prefect ran forward and knelt at the King's side "Your Majesty.. are you alright?" he said with a sickly smile. "Medic!" he called out, shaking the King, Imperial Paramedics would arrive only seconds later and would be allowed to treat the King for his 'fall'.
Once he regained consciousness, the Prefect had left, as had the Stormtrooper detail who had come with him. The original Stormtroopers who constantly guarded the Palace would remain. The courtiers would be allowed to return once the King felt well enough to run his court again, having had the explanation that the King had fainted as he stood to speak to the Prefect, that he appeared to be in good health except for concussion.
The King would be carefully watched over the coming days, and any attempt to escape would be noted and prevented. Imperial Medics would treat any remaining symptoms. Into the records for the Palace, the outage in the surveillance system would be put down to some faulty wiring in a terminal. The terminal box was ripped out and incinerated later that day.
The people they had demanded were handed over were taken offworld to Tammuz-an via the Moff's request. The ships were handed over to be transferred.
Moff of the Tammuz Sector
Message edited by Simon_Levi - Wednesday, 25 Jan 2012, 0:33 AM |
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