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Star Wars The Last Epitaph

Discussion in 'Role Playing Forum' started by Sinrebirth , Jun 16, 2019.

  1. darthbernael

    darthbernael Jedi Knight star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 15, 2019
    IC Tarkin
    Hangar Bay


    A week had passed. With everything gone there was very little to do. Tarkin had kept up his normal routine as he did when home, his workout, his meditation, as well as running through the notes he had made, not on his, now gone, datapad but in his mind. There were still inconsistencies and with the death of Valorum he believed some of those would also begin to come to light or, possibly, become even more hidden.

    His only company, if such could be said, was Palpatine, when his meals were delivered. There usually was not much said, but even a few words were a pleasant thing to have when, otherwise, he was alone. He was almost certain that the various polities that he and the others belonged to were already working furiously to be given access to their students. With no news, however, it was all conjecture.

    The only other item he had was a book left by the Professor, What makes a God a God; Or, How to Kill One. The subject matter made him wonder how much information the Professor had about their individual backgrounds, and whether the others had ones that were also specifically tailored to themselves. He read through the book, and it certainly had several salient points. His own belief was that even should only one, or a few, still believe in a higher power or God, they would still exist. And there were entities out there that, even should there be no worshipers or those who know of it, would still exist, in perpetuity.

    Eventually a knock came and it was Palpatine once more. However, this appearance drew a raised eyebrow, as it was not at the usually scheduled time. He was told there was a new Professor, currently arriving. This caused the eyebrow to raise to the fullest extent. As far as he knew, the only time there would be a new Professor was when there came a new Chancellor. ‘What has happened to Chancellor Valorum?’ he thought, letting the selfsame thought be broadcast as he had done when he’d “spoken” to Ser B before.

    As he awaited a response, he checked his outfit, and himself before setting off to the hangar where he was told the new Professor would be. Punctuality was key, when making a first impression. Mid-stride,he received his response. ‘Tarkin, the Valorum Chancellor stepped down amid allegations that he was behind the death of Tarsus.’ He continued walking while he pondered that, knowing it meant this whole situation was headed into more chaos than could have been anticipated.

    He arrived in the hangar and joined the others. When the new Professor appeared, he kept his emotions stilled. It was a surprise, but given the circumstances not an unexpected one, that the being before him had the appearance of a Chiss. The true question was whether the being there was a true Chiss with minor alterations or something else, given a complete alteration, only time would tell.

    Aside from Palpatine, who he was certain had already had the chance to meet and introduce himself, the first to greet the being was Vy’ndall. “A pleasure to meet you, Professor.I am Vy’ndall Tremyr.”

    Tarkin looked directly at the new Professor, sizing him up as he was certain the being was sizing him up. A moment passed, neither saying a word, and just before another ship arrived, the promised new student, Tarkin gave a fractional nod to the new Professor, one being of honor to another.

    And then the Professor spoke as the new student debarked from her craft. "I am the new Professor of the Dwartii Program. I am sure you are all aware that the murder of Tarsus Valorum on these grounds has unseated the Chancellor, and opened a place for a new student."

    It was obvious where she had come from, her posture, her gaze, the security detail, all screamed top of the Hapan classes as her heritage. Soon enough they would know, but he doubted she would be much given to “slumming” it with any of them less than the highest royalty. He let a tiny smile tug at the corner of his mouth at the thought, and it stayed at first Vy’ndall then Aurenna introduced themselves.

    He nodded, deeply to her, giving respect her station, if not the person, before letting his gaze sweep those here. The Professor had given them a few moments to introduce themselves but Tarkin would keep that to himself for now; however, he was still studying each of them carefully.

    Both Palpatine and Vy’dall seemed intrigued by the new arrival, Palpatine almost smitten. Aurenna affected an attitude of sisterhood, causing him to swallow a snort. Roan however was intriguing, having not reacted much to either the new Professor or the newest of students. More and more Tarkin was certain the intrigue here was much deeper and broader than the mere death of Valorum, and he kept getting tingles of warning that there were several turning points in the balance that were present in this situation.

    The Professor spoke one last time, "I intend to be leading the investigation into the death of Tarsus once I am settled in; classes will resume immediately." Tarkin nodded once more to him, not surprised by the news. Their previous Professor, if that was true, had been too close to the situation so a fresh outlook could possibly resolve it sooner. Tarkin knew he had to be faster than whoever had killed Valorum, in discovering what or why it had taken place, aside from ensuring the Chancellor was replaced, so that he could keep things flowing as they should.

    As they had not been dismissed, Tarkin waited silently, for such to happen. As he waited he caught Vy’ndall eyeing him out of the corner of his eye which reminded him of the response from Ser B a week ago. Vy’ndall seemed a decent sort but overall most of them, as with himself, gave no evidence of the deeper loyalties they must have, when in public. He set himself a mental reminder to speak to the Nagai at some point in the not too distant future, when they were given a chance.

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  2. Imperial_Hammer

    Imperial_Hammer Manager Emeritus: RPFs star 5 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Sep 25, 2004
    IC: Ni'Korish
    Location: The Hanger, Nouane

    The five seconds before Ni'Korish became visible to anyone, she put on her face. It happened almost instinctively these days. A neutral-leaning-benevolent demeanor. She set a gentle smile on her face. No one wants a scowling monarch. She quickly did a scan of who was present as she walked down the ramp. Why was it so dim out here.

    A motley crew from what she could spy. Of the five, only two looked remotely normal. A young male, close in age. Perhaps a hair younger. And then an adult male, looking extremely out of place among the young students. The others were.... humanoid. One was grey, another green. And another... also older and away from main group... a deep blue with red eyes. One female student.... great. She was pretty, but clearly alien. Her eyes were also... off... and her hair was white like an old woman's. Yet her skin clearly demonstrated that she was as youthful as the others.

    Well this would certainly be an.... event.

    "May I present the Hapan heir" the blue one announced, snapping his feet. She appreciated the professional courtesy, but did the people here even realize what his words meant? She didn't know how well the Cluster was known outside of the Republic navy. And who was this blue being? Some sort of servant for the school?

    She gestured her guards to take a few steps back as she met the other students. The humans were named Palpatine and Tarkin. Tarkin merely nodded his head - bad manners, so noted - she was told the older males outside the consortium might prove to be the most difficult to get along with. Palpatine could barely do much at all but to stare. Interesting. She smiled silently to both with a regal head nod to acknowledge them.

    As for the non-humans, they at least knew their protocol. Perhaps out here, they are more attuned to proper etiquette. They grey-one, called Vy'ndall, bowed and acknowledged her majesty. She returned his bow with a slightly deeper and longer head nod than she gave the more boorish humans - not that they would even notice. The one with the old-woman's hair, Aurrenna, gave a smart courtesy and a nod. No surprise that the female of the group would be part of the better mannered team. She also introduced herself as well.

    "Aurrenna Adasca. A pleasure."

    Very knowledgeable of her status as the only female in the group and wanting to underline her Hapan sensitivies, Ni'Korish decided that Aurrenna would be the only student she would address personally at this time.

    "Very nice to meet you Aurrenna. The pleasure is all mine," Ni'Korish acknowledged, her voice smooth and articulate.

    She caught Aurrenna's gaze to Palpatine, then her sigh and head-roll. Her message was telegraphed clearly and instantly. Just like home, among her courtiers, with the... inexperienced... noble sons at court. How... amusing.

    The green one was called Roan, and seemed muted in his reactions. She made a special note of that. Those are usually the most dangerous of any group.

    "I am the new Professor of the Dwartii Program. I am sure you are all aware that the murder of Tarsus Valorum on these grounds has unseated the Chancellor, and opened a place for a new student."

    Oh. The blue one was the instructor. And new at that. Interesting. Perhaps the old one got fired. And justly so if that was the case.

    "I intend to be leading the investigation into the death of Tarsus once I am settled in; classes will resume immediately."

    A house-droid approached her position, seeking her luggage. In one final flex for the crowd, Ni'Korish snapped her finger once, and her guards and footmen gently set her luggage on the floor. They then filed back into the shuttle. They would set up camp nearby and would wait for further instructions, either from her or from the Queen Mother.

    She gracefully clasped her hands in front of her, waiting for the next steps from the instructor.

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  3. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Immortal Mod-King of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 8 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: The Professor
    Nouane, arriving

    As the orderly droid processed Ni'Korish's things, the Professor's red eyes narrowed as he regarded Palpatine and Roan Lath. The younger of the two noticed the younger man's scrutiny, and he looked to the new Professor, skin blooming in embarrassment. The Professor rued the reaction, but the Sephi hybrid seemed to be staring into space, as if the isolation had seemingly broken him.

    "Please head to amphitheatre. I have piped the first of the slides through to the area." He eyed Tarkin, Vy'ndall and Adasca, choosing carefully. "Adasca, please escort our newest student there. Tarkin, if you would head to my room and bring the refreshments from the cabinet by my room, and Vy'ndall, if you would close the blinds in the room, I would be grateful."

    There was indeed a cabinet in his room, to the right of the study, in the corridor which had the three rooms off to the right; respectively, further away from the study - Palpatine's room, the refresher, and then the main bedroom which included the Professor's bedroom and and en suite. But before you walked into the Professor's room there was an elderly cabinet, which included a variety of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages. If you were to imagine the corridor, it terminated at the same point the study did, with the wall separating the two. This left Vy'ndall, Adasca and the new student a moment or two in the amphitheatre that Tarkin would not have; arguably they would have an advantage.

    "Palpatine, you are with me. Lath... we need to have a discussion."

    In the amphitheatre itself, evident on the five datapad's dotted around the benches, was the title of their next lesson.

    The Unknown Regions and their Presence in the Known

    A rather apt discussion, perhaps, considering that the Professor now wore the fact of a species that was presently unknown to the majority of the Known galaxy... but had been known some thirty-five hundred years ago... and would be known again within fifty years.

    Apt, as I say.

    But the students would have their time to interact and plot, and be polite and delightful, before the lesson began.

    This would be the last time that they ever saw Roan Lath again.

    ---
    Elsewhere

    Supreme Commander Czulkang Lah had a conversation with Supreme Overlord Quoreal.

    The Nagai High Command had a discussion with their agents, and wondered.

    The Tarkin family met, and had a heated debate, verging on an argument, about what to do.

    A rumination occurred between two.

    It had been too long with no word.

    Soon, they would need to do something.

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  4. darthbernael

    darthbernael Jedi Knight star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 15, 2019
    IC Tarkin
    Drinks and Class


    Tarkin moved to a more erect posture, then bowed his head deeply to the new Professor. He turned and exited the hangar, headed toward the Professor’s suite. En route he pondered the new development and the new student. Unsurprisingly she seemed unhappy with his form of greeting but that was her own issue, he had dealt with royalty and nobles before and while they affected airs they were no more special than other beings, aside from having been given the keys to power before they were even old enough to comprehend the sacrifice that is necessary, behind them. Even absentminded in his thoughts he ensured he procured a cart for the refreshments along the way.

    His ruminations ceased as he arrived at the Professors spaces. Moving into them, he approached the cabinet that the Professor had mentioned then realized that no specific information had been given on what to provide for everyone. A wry smile crossed his face for a moment, even here it was a test. He opened the cabinet and saw there were both alcoholic and non alcoholic beverages inside. Sorting through them quickly he set on the cart drinks that were specific to the Sephi, the Nagai, the Arkanian, the Chiss in case the Professor truly was a Chiss, and human palates. And because they had a lecture soon to begin he chose both varieties of each specific drinks, so that each could choose something that suited them, and the situation, best. The last he added to the cart were drinking vessels suitable for each type of beverage.

    As he finished, he closed the cabinet again, making sure the flasks and fluted containers for each type of beverage were settled on the cart and wouldn’t shift while he returned to the amphitheatre. His musings returned but now in a different direction. It had been a week and he was sure that outside these walls things were coming to a head in regard to the situation. So many different polities, and other beings, that had no contact with their friends, family, or citizens, and that could not be countenanced considering the social stature of most of those present.

    He had his ‘ace in the hole’ but knowing that some here would have force abilties, most likely especially considering the method of murder of Tarsus, he was loathe to use it unless absolutely necessary and in the most private of areas. No one needed to know that he had a contact, or what that meant.

    He ceased his musings as he approached the amphitheatre, smoothing his countenance so as to present his usual neutral expression. Entering the classroom he saw it was mostly dark already and left the cart in a spot where others could access it easily. As the Professor had not mentioned him serving the others drinks, he simply left the cart where it was and headed to his own seat. Taking his seat he took up the datapad provided and read the title.

    The Unknown Regions and their Presence in the Known

    An eyebrow raised minisculely as he read it. ‘Considering what Ser B said, this is extremely interesting, not to mention timely, considering what our new Professor appears to be.’ he thought before beginning a rapid rough overview of the contents. Soon enough class would begin and the others would finish their various conversations to take part.

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  5. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    IC: Vy’ndall Tremyr
    Act II, Amphitheater

    The ‘New Professor’ was possessed of an enigmatic air, Vy’ndall, much to his own surprise, could not readily describe it, but was nevertheless drawn to it, due to his own intrinsic curiosity. Or perhaps it was the simple fact that the Professor was simply ‘new’. No, he knew it was not that simple. It never was. Something significant had happened outside in the galaxy, enough to warrant the change in Professors- and he needed to know what exactly had changed, and the ramifications thereof. On the grand stage, events moved along- out there. He was trapped, in here. Inwardly, he was painfully aware that he was left with no choice, other than to play his role -at least for now.

    “Please head to amphitheatre. I have piped the first of the slides through to the area.”

    And there it was, the first order of business spoken by the New Professor.

    "Adasca, please escort our newest student there. Tarkin, if you would head to my room and bring the refreshments from the cabinet by my room, and Vy'ndall, if you would close the blinds in the room, I would be grateful.” The Professor instructed.

    Vy’ndall offered a solid nod of acknowledgement, but silently wondered why the other two were left out.

    Palpatine, you are with me.Lath… we need to have a discussion.”

    Well, that was certainly curious. Though he could nowise prove it, the notion that there was some sort of special accommodation afforded to Palpatine was becoming increasingly obvious. The question was why? As for the Sephi half-blood, perhaps his peripheral association with the Jedi was likely at play here? Hmmm. There was no way to be certain. Vy’ndall curiosity had been piqued, but there was naught he could do to satisfy it, as his instructions were clear.

    Excusing himself, he turned and fell instep several paces behind the newly arrived Hapan Royal and Adasca. At least he had some knowledge in regards to the Matriarchal society and its politics, though he never expected to encounter them. Following in silence, he listened carefully to what the two females would say and tried to decipher what he could from what he suspected would be a coded conversation.

    Upon entering the Amphitheater, the Nagai eyed the seat he’d been occupying and saw the datapad, blinking at the ready. He absently wondered as to the seating arrangements as he walked by and looked down at the lesson screen.

    The Unknown Regions and their Presence in the Known

    He gave a small huff. That could not be a coincidence. No, of course it wasn’t. Well, at least he knew what to expect and could mentally prepare for what was next.

    Vy’ndall began to step away from his desk when the realization that there were only ‘five’ datapads present caused him to pause. A slight tilt of his head was the only sign given that his mind had gone back to replay and cross-reference information within himself. He postulated probabilities, but found his results inconclusive, although the more drastic possibilities did seem more dramatic and unreasonable, yet still in the realm of probability. That there were five datapads instead of six was a hard fact of pre-arrangement.

    Slowly, he turned and looked over to the amphitheater entrance.

    Hmmmm.

    Vy'ndall decided to let events inform him, which was not a comfortable position for him, but there was little else to be gleaned here. Adopting a more social manner, he turned and observed the two women, watching to see where they would sit. As instructed, Vy’ndall made his way to the controls on the wall which would allow him to close the blinds. For a moment, he stood, looking out at the world beyond the windows.

    What was happening out there at that very moment? What pieces were being moved- and to what end? Would Valorum’s killer strike again?


    Who was next?

    With a slight shake of his head, he brought himself out of his musings and to the present moment. Vy’ndall thought to bring down the blinds one by one, but decided to have them all comedown simultaneously. When night came, it fell on everyone, for night had no respect of persons. It was just the way of things. However, those who prepared were not caught unawares by the shroud of darkness.

    That was a lesson the Nagai had learned the hard way, but had learned well.

    Without another thought, he thumbed the switch and watched as the room gradually grew darker.


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  6. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Aurrenna Adasca
    Nouane, Arrival Bay

    The respectful and neutral reply only to herself from the Hapan heir was a good sign. Although one could never be certain if one was leading the deception or being deceived. In that way this was the grandest stage she might ever perform on, her highest elevation in the most harrowing depths. It was delightful at least in that.

    "Please head to amphitheatre. I have piped the first of the slides through to the area." The Professor eyed Tarkin, Vy'ndall and Adasca, choosing carefully. "Adasca, please escort our newest student there. Tarkin, if you would head to my room and bring the refreshments from the cabinet by my room, and Vy'ndall, if you would close the blinds in the room, I would be grateful."

    Now that was interesting, she couldn't help a slight tilt and sideways glance at that odd division of student tasks. What followed only deepened that curiosity, still she forced herself to look back with as demur and non-committal a smile she could. Another slight bow and minor gesture from the wrist and she would be on her way. . .as soon as the fresh professor was done.

    "Palpatine, you are with me. Lath... we need to have a discussion."

    That was that. Without a word, except through body language she set to the task of guiding the newest student. The latest threat to balance and simplicity. Unless the future monarch spoke she would not on their short trip to the amphitheater. After all, sometimes the most subversive and ingratiating conversations were never spoken, but made up in the simple silences of moving together.

    Once in the amphitheatre she let herself lead the way down the middle and with silent noncommittal gestured to the three obvious ares of benches to choose from that she was sure of. Giving a small curtsy she left it at that, playing servant to an alien inbred. One of the benches she now headed to down the center of the room as per her usual. Seeing only five datapad's dotted around the benches meant she wasn't sure of much when it came to how people would be seated now, one anchor point of counter balance to Tarkin was now dead, and now there seamed to be another that would be cut loose. Still it caused a small smile to grace her features as she gathered a pad and read the title.

    The Unknown Regions and their Presence in the Known

    S
    ome things were just too good. This was an interesting topic, but not her scope of coverage. She would read through it if only for the joy of something new to read, unless the monarch wanted to talk. She would give plenty of pauses and casual glances to show that she was open to it, although with all white eyes it was a question if her glances would be understood. Still, the trimming was coming and her things were coming ever nearer to being returned. To once more being graced by the joy of the simple connection to her own kind again and their council.

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    But the students would have their time to interact and plot, and be polite and delightful, before the lesson began.

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  7. Imperial_Hammer

    Imperial_Hammer Manager Emeritus: RPFs star 5 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Sep 25, 2004
    IC: Ni'Korish
    Location: Here and there, Amphitheater

    One of the first lessons Ni'Korish learned from her mother was restraint. Wearing your emotions on your sleeve was akin to a death sentence in the royal courts of Hapes. Everyone watched, everyone listened, everyone interpreted. The safest place is always a silent place, a reserved place, a quiet place. Triply so in a new environment, with no knowledge of the capacities or characteristics of the pieces on the board.

    And so she watched and waited quietly as things happened around her. The instructor moved first - as he should.

    "Please head to amphitheatre. I have piped the first of the slides through to the area. Adasca, please escort our newest student there. Tarkin, if you would head to my room and bring the refreshments from the cabinet by my room, and Vy'ndall, if you would close the blinds in the room, I would be grateful."

    Ni'Korish obliged the man, and begin following the rest of the students as they headed to the amphitheater. Adasca walked with her, silently, whereas Vy'ndall walked a few steps behind - as was fitting. The rest of the students went elsewhere.

    As they walked, Ni'Korish kept silent. She noticed Adasca did the same. So noted. This female next to her was apparently no silly girl - her heart on her sleeve. Clearly, she had also been taught the virtues of silence.

    Ni'Korish supposed this was not surprising. This was no ordinary school after all. The individuals here should have some sophistication on the way powerful people behave. Ni'Korish drew some comfort from this fact. And caution too, in equal measure. Adasca was clearly no rube - she was at least as capable as what Ni'Korish was used to.

    Still, and frankly, ultimately, Adasca was no high-born. At least not in a way that mattered to the Hapan throne. It took more to earn Ni'Korish's respect and interest than mere prudence.

    Ni'Korish followed Adasca into the amphitheater and chose to sit next to her. Tarkin had already arrived with the drinks. Fine. Nice that they were offered the refreshments. A civilized institution at least. Sitting down, she looked at the the title of the presentation for today on the datapad in front of her.

    "The Unknown Regions and their Presence in the Known"

    Well at least the topic will be educational. She was aware of the Unknown Regions through Hapan military reconnaissance, but the Cluster's knowledge was certainly less than that of the Republic's. This should make for an interesting use of her time at least.

    She looked around the room, still keeping to herself.

    Lets see where this goes...

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  8. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Immortal Mod-King of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 8 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: The Professor
    The Amphitheatre, Nouane

    In short order all of them were assembled, and the blue-and-red-eyed Professor waltzed back in. He did not have Roan Lath with him, but instead a different character. She was blond, and angular in expression, and the Professor took no time to introduce her. "Roan has left our class on the basis of a suspicion of mine, on analysis of the information - take that as you may. But on the basis that I have no desire to treat this vaunted class as a revolving door, this is very much the last one that will be allowed to join the class of this term, regardless of who the Chancellor happens to be."

    "Indeed," he said, arch. "This is the Last Epitaph. This class, here and now, will likely be the very last one of its kind. Millennia of tradition has been despoiled by a murder in these very halls. I will not brook it. It could be said," he eyed Adasca, Tarkin, Vy'ndall, Ni'Korish and indeed Palpatine, "that this will be the most important class of all of them, yet - for you will write the words inscribed on its very grave."

    Thus; Epitaph.

    "But enough of the dramatics; I would introduce Jori Atreus, a noble family from Kuat; a world of significant in ship construction or some-such," he waved his hand lazily, then gestured for her to sit. "There are not enough handouts; please sit with someone, Atreus."

    She left it to the woman to both appraise her colleagues and for them to appraise her. First impressions were everything; her, the blonde and beautiful woman; them - a severe looking pale man, a Nagai, an Arkanian, albeit beautiful again; yet another striking woman of ethereal Hapan beauty, and a young teenage boy, red flame for his hair.

    What a class.

    A private grin.

    What a finale.

    Palpatine suddenly found his attention wandering from Ni'Korish to Jori... and a blush rose again. If Ni'Korish noticed, jealousy would arise... and derision from the others, perhaps.

    The Professor tapped the side of his lectern. "Alright; enough is enough - who can tell me how much space is covered by the Unknown Regions, in comparison to the so-called Known Galaxy, which could be said to encompass all of Republic territory, plus of course a few independent pockets within those borders." He indicated Ni'Korish. "Hapes, for example, not being a Republic member, nor indeed Mandalore, the Hutt systems, the Senex-Juvex, and so forth."

    "I will accept percentages or fractions, as a basis."

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    The Game is Now Closed. Any death or departure; it will not be replaced.

    The Professor has spoken, and all will come to an end...

    ... now that we have truly begun.

    Good luck.

    Welcome to the Last Epitaph.
     
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  9. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    OOC: I am thrilled to be able to participate. I am looking forward to interacting with you all!

    [​IMG]

    Name: Jori Atreus
    Age: 27
    Species: Human
    Gender: Female
    Personal Effects: a violin
    Personal Ship: Luxury 300 Space Yacht called “Aquila”
    Bio: Jori was born in wealth and privilege on the planet Kuat. She was the sole heir to one of the largest houses. Having a smaller aptitude for shipbuilding and engineering Jori was intended for politics. Combined with her stunning looks and her family’s position and wealth she was intended to form a union with another affluent family to further expand the House Atreus’ influence. The Great Exchange Program could be a nice stepping stone in that regard...
     
  10. darthbernael

    darthbernael Jedi Knight star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 15, 2019
    IC Tarkin
    Amphitheatre


    Tarkin had taken his seat and was studying the data when the new Professor walked in. The fact he entered, not with Roan as Tarkin had thought he might, but with another new student raised an eyebrow. As did the fact the the Professor explained that Roan had been released from the program. ‘First a murder and now a student being dropped, this program does seem like it is on its last legs.’ he thought.

    Which, the following words from the Professor seemed to confirm. "Indeed, this is the Last Epitaph. This class, here and now, will likely be the very last one of its kind. Millennia of tradition has been despoiled by a murder in these very halls. I will not brook it. It could be said, that this will be the most important class of all of them, yet - for you will write the words inscribed on its very grave."

    This Professor was of a different mold from the seemingly absent minded one they had begun the Program with, although there were nuances that reminded him of the previous one, which only raised his curiosity more. But then the new student was introduced. "But enough of the dramatics; I would introduce Jori Atreus, a noble family from Kuat; a world of significant in ship construction or some-such. There are not enough handouts; please sit with someone, Atreus."

    The Atreus family, hmmm, he knew of them of course as they were one of the groups that produced the parts, equipment for the starships of the Echani Defense Fleet. But he was not familiar, himself, with this particular scion of that family. Obviously that was soon to change.

    The Professor wasted no time for her to find a seat before he began the lecture, however. As she moved toward the seats, and Tarkin followed the reactions from his classmates, including the very teen reaction from Palpatine, he also listened to the question being posed. "Alright; enough is enough - who can tell me how much space is covered by the Unknown Regions, in comparison to the so-called Known Galaxy, which could be said to encompass all of Republic territory, plus of course a few independent pockets within those borders. Hapes, for example, not being a Republic member, nor indeed Mandalore, the Hutt systems, the Senex-Juvex, and so forth. I will accept percentages or fractions, as a basis."

    Sitting back, Tarkin contemplated the answer, there were several values that could be given as a percentage or fraction of the galaxy but the Professor there, even still, was a vagary to the question that had been posed. Coughing gently he looked to the Professor to give a response. “Sir, before I respond with what could or could not be the correct answer depending on what current modeling of the galaxy or the whims of astrophysicists say, I do have a question. Obviously you are asking about the Unknown Regions but are you only meaning that specific region of space or do you want the inclusion of Wild Space in the fraction or percentage given of how much volume that area encompasses? Discounting that space, the most recent figure that I know of for the volume of the Unknown Regions would be approximately 15% of the volume of the galaxy, however if we include Wild Space that number, is of course, higher.”

    He sat back, waiting for an explanation, if given, from the Professor, or other responses from his classmates, or a rebuke of his given figure, whatever was to come. He was sure, however, that this could turn into a lively debate, especially considering what some of his classmates had to hide.

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  11. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Force Ghost star 6

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    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Aurrenna Adasca
    Nouane, The Amphitheatre

    The silence between her and the Hapan Royal had bled on. Moment stretching into moment. She wondered who she was, pedigree and sphere were obvious as per the ways of these people, but the silence prevented her being known as anything other than a stereotype and beginning caution.

    They walked in silence, they sat in silence. They skimmed the topic on the pads in silence sitting near each other. That last was telling, and good. She was on the right track with this one. Then they sat in silence as the Professor and rest of the class arrived. It was a good silence she decided. A telling and fulfilling one. Not wanting to rock the new relational bud with a ship worlds student she didn't want to be the one to invite the woman over. So she just smiled at her warmly and gave no other sign of acknowledgment or invitation.

    As to the professors question she raised a hand with her thumb tucked in and then curled down one finger slowly. Indicating 2/3rds of the galaxy. A minor vague answer but really, it depended on who you asked.

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  12. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Force Ghost star 5

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    Apr 29, 2002
    IC: Vy’ndall Tremyr
    The Amphitheater, Nouane

    The first thing he noticed was the glaring absence of the the half-sephi, Roan Lath. This alone caused him to look upon the new Professor with near unmasked suspicion.

    "Roan has left our class on the basis of a suspicion of mine, on analysis of the information - take that as you may.”

    The Professor was literally just arrived, what could he possibly suspect Roan of? That made no sense. Take it as you may, indeed. But that was not all.

    "I have no desire to treat this vaunted class as a revolving door, this is very much the last one that will be allowed to join the class of this term, regardless of who the Chancellor happens to be."

    And what was that supposed to mean?

    The answer came almost immediately.

    "This is the Last Epitaph. This class, here and now, will likely be the very last one of its kind. Millennia of tradition has been despoiled by a murder in these very halls. I will not brook it.”

    Vy’ndall would meet the Professor’s penetrating gaze unflinchingly.

    “This will be the most important class of all of them, yet - for you will write the words inscribed on its very grave."

    Dramatic words, and quite likely true.

    Enter the newest and last student:

    “I would introduce Jori Atreus, a noble family from Kuat;”

    The human female that followed next was certainly a beauty, but Vy’ndall was already well acquainted with this trait, as there were many incredibly alluring women among the nagai species. To that point, Aurrenna had initially caught his eye, and this human was also quite beauteous, to her credit. But Vy’ndall found the sublime shrewdness evinced by her eyes to be the most striking feature.

    A cursory glance revealed that Palpatine was ‘predictably’ affected by her appearance. Vy’ndall furtively looked to Tarkin in order to gauge his initial reaction, since the man was vastly more familiar with human nobles and cultures than he was.

    When the Professor instructed her to sit with another classmate, Vy’ndall immediately thought ‘Palpatine’, though any of the two females were also a good guess. It would be interesting to see who she would choose.

    The moment of intrigue was short lived as the Professor interjected once again, this time in regards to the subject matter at hand.

    "Who can tell me how much space is covered by the Unknown Regions, in comparison to the so-called Known Galaxy, which could be said to encompass all of Republic territory, plus of course a few independent pockets within those borders. Hapes, for example, not being a Republic member, nor indeed Mandalore, the Hutt systems, the Senex-Juvex, and so forth."

    "I will accept percentages or fractions, as a basis."

    Vy’ndall’s brow knotted slightly, as he tried to understand the true nature of the question. This had to be leading somewhere, for this was clearly not a class in Astrogation or Stellar cartography. Ah, perhaps it was a question which conformed to Jori Atreus. With her background in ship building, it stood to reason that she might more easily supply an answer.

    The nagai opted to hold is peace for the moment, but was pleasantly surprised to hear that Tarkin was first in supplying an answer. For a human, Vy’ndall found him to be an inspiring figure -one to be admired, yes, but also never to be taken lightly.

    Though the matter itself was no longer an issue, Vy’ndall never once though of him as the prime suspect in Vallorum’s murder. To say the least, Vy’ndall was still painfully aware that even though there had been no investigation, a fact which in itself impregnated the very event with suspicion, given the victim’s celebrity and political ties- there was still a murderer at large.

    The pieces on the chessboard were already in motion, but what, pray tell, was the endgame?


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  13. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    IC: Jori Atreus
    Amphitheatre


    Jori masked her excitement, she was finally away from Kuat. Oh, she had travelled before, but always under a strict supervision by a member of the House Atreus. In her teens she had used to sneak out of the large estate and into the capital city of Kuatopolis. Her homeworld was not known for its originality in naming places. After all the Kuat family are engineers at heart, not linguists.

    She didn’t have much interest in shipbuilding or business for that matter, to the chagrin to her father Paulus. Jori was interested in politics and power. Money and ships are mere tools, means to an end. She graduated the most prestigious university, majoring in political sciences. There she got close with the heir of House Shesh. Which proved problematic as her father and his were rivals. They were both eyeing the coveted entrance into the House of Kuat and influence in KDY.

    That was why her father sent her to this Exchange program. Two birds one stone, she wanted to be more involved in politics, then fine. Her brothers and sisters were going to wash the shame. It was fine for her, she had other ambitions, she was eyeing that Senator’s position and one day… who knows he could become a Chancellor. Kuat was only one world among billions. Her family had so limited ambitions. The other reason to be sent here was to separate her from the Shesh boy, K’rill, and hopefully find a suitable match for her from another world. A wealthy world, which could place orders to KDY or to bring investments to Kuat.

    And now she was on this unfamiliar planet, introduced by an equally unfamiliar professor from a strange race. Though when she first arrived there was a strange sensation. Something buried so deep in her psyche awoke… But as soon as the spark appeared it died down… The class was a small one, which suited her fine. It meant that she would learn for sure. Also the competition would be tough, but that just fueled her ambition. After all the sensation of beating your rivals was… exquisite. Jori was aware of the effect she had on men and on some women. She noticed that the seemingly youngest student had noticed her looks. She took a mental note of that. There was another human female, also very attractive. She could be a potential rival or … something else? Jori had no preferences as to the gender of her partners. Another mental note. There was a handsome… Nagai was it? A race of enigmatic warriors, interesting. Another female, Arkanian by the looks of it, another commercially prosperous planet, albeit in a different field. An older looking man, with an Imperious demeanour. A potential challenge, maybe?

    Jori nodded and smiled warmly to the students, but said nothing. There was no time for introductions and the professor mentioned a murder. Very interesting indeed. This seems to be a high stakes game after all. Just the way she liked it. Jori decided to sit next to the older man. The game was afoot. It was a strategic choice, given that he did not seem to be too interested in her.

    The Professor did not wait for her to sit down before posing a question. She pondered it while taking position. From what she had learned from school back on Kuat that number was 15%, but surely it was a trick question. The man, close to whom she had sat, mentioned the same number and vocalised some of her thoughts. She was a newcomer, so she decided to wait and see. She was going to study her environment… for now.

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  14. Imperial_Hammer

    Imperial_Hammer Manager Emeritus: RPFs star 5 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    Sep 25, 2004
    IC: Ni'Korish
    Location: Amphitheater

    Ni'Korish reclined in her chair and steepled her fingers in front of her mouth, gently resting her index fingers on her nose. Her mother had introduced this maneuver to her when she was just learning how to navigate courtly decorum. For a small lapse in posture, it gave an impression of thoughtfulness that (most importantly) innocently covered her mouth. There was a lot to take in here, and it was all happening very quickly. She needed to focus while not being easily read.

    First, the creature called Roan was gone, and in his place, was another student. Jori Arteus, from Kuat. Ni'Korish had heard of Kuat before. It was strategically significant for the Republic, as it held one of their largest shipyards. She had also remembered reading that some families actually held proper views about the roles of men and women in society. She would be one of the first she sought council with after class.

    Her thoughts broke to the sound of the the professor pontificating about finales and epitaphs. Such dramatics. Typical male - hysterical and prone to exaggeration.

    When he finally stopped blowing hot air, he asked a question about the size of the unknown regions relative to the rest of the galaxy. Ni'Korish suppressed a hard eye-roll. How is this fair? She was here to learn more life outside the Consortium, and now he's asking about life outside the Republic? She barely knew *known* space, much less unknown space.

    No way she was going to try to answer this question. Let the others who with a better command of galactic cartography manage this one. She tried to remember the map of the galaxy she'd seen in her readouts from Hapan Intelligence. That space was big... but....hmmm.... probably not over half.... probably not under a quarter. It looked like around a third. Hardly a scientific read though.

    Students started responding. The older male, who probably should know this given his ancient look, finally spat out 15% after pontificating about Wild Space. Clearly in love with his own voice. Ni'Korish's eyes moved from him, to Jori sitting next to him, and then to Palpatine gazing at Jori. Uninvited, leering, hungry, invasive, desperate, buffoonish.

    She took an extra long blink and took a deep breath. Did all the stereotypes from back home have to be so blazingly on point?

    She opened her eyes and looked to the female next to her, desperate to see anything except the sight of these oafish gundarks. She noticed that.... oh what was her name again.... Audrianna? .... anyway, her hand was up and indicating the sign for two-thirds. Had Ni'Korish been drinking something, she would have spat it out in disbelief. Two-thirds? Was she was she playing at dumb? Had she never seen a galactic map before? You could clearly eyeball it as less than half.

    Strange. Ni'Korish made a mental note of that one.

    The rest of the students stayed silent. She would join them in their silence for now. Hardly a few minutes in and she was already exhausted.

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