[spoiler]They don't know it's you specifically; they just know it's someone.[/spoiler] He was dead. Could it have been from fear? Shock? Blood loss? Who knew. And who cared? His life was gone. Just as another cog in the Imperial machine.

[spoiler]Ah. Okay. So how can I get in contact with them? This I need to know before I make my next post[/spoiler] [b]The figure stood over his corpse, his army cleaning up any threats that remained in the area[/b]

[spoiler]Send out a signal like MSTR did...they'll respond in time...[/spoiler] They were all dead, leaving the man with relaxation...and silence.

[b]The being left him, moving over to the village and his troops. He had let his true form melt away from him into the air, leaving him as he was before the encounter had begun. He turned towards the captain of one of his units, and began to speak[/b] "Make sure the area is secure. I need to make sure no Imperial, civilian, or person otherwise involved has gotten any word to the Dojo." [b]The captain nodded, as loyal as ever, and his squadron began combing the village and the surrounding area[/b] "And you. Set up a temporary base of operations. We can't afford to bring in any of major artillery." [b]He had turned to another man, who began to have others offload some supplies. The crew had started to set up some basic perimeter defenses, while using one of the triangle ships as the central operation center. The being knew he didn't have to command his troops directly, as they are a part of him and therefore his consciousness. However, what he also knew was that if someone was watching, he couldn't let them know that he had such an advantage[/b] [spoiler]As you may have deduced already, any force that is serving him is completely under his control, and will not waver in their loyalty. Also, this is just his personal army, not counting the forces he has taken control over during the thousands of eons he has been around for... [/spoiler] [b]Less than an hour later, his troops had secured the village and had killed anyone who may have witnessed the encounter in this timeline. In the small ship that had been stationed on the ground, there were several communication devices that would allow for him to speak with the Empire. And, as with all paranoid and successful military leaders, there were several warships in the sky that were able to obliterate them at the same time[/b] [i]Good. Now all we need is the relic...[/i] [b]He sat down inside of the ship's temporary communication center, set up inside of its cockpit. There wasn't much room on rest of the ship, as it was only originally designed as a small drop ship with a few life-form preserving stasis pods[/b] [i]But first, the Empire...[/i] [b]The ships interior was a black and stony as its hull, but was very technological advanced. It had minimal lighting, giving it an almost ominous look, but it was still comfortable enough for his taste. The man turned to the console, and flipped on several systems that made the cockpit light up in information. He could see that outside world now, the ships digital "windows" displaying it with an additional overlay. The man adjusted the comms, flipped a few switches, and began recording a message directly to the Empire...[/b] [quote]This message is to any high-ranking Imperial officials in the system: Hello. It has come to my attention that you have come to this planet with a certain goal in mind: To locate and eliminate the Rebel Alliance and anyone possibly associated with them before they can pose a threat to the Empire. I believe I have the means to help you with that goal. My forces came here with certain... interests in regards to the planet and those who reside upon it. Now, I would much prefer us working together as allies, than as parties with conflicting and possibly problematic intentions. Wouldn't you agree? My offer is this: Let us be allies, and we will work together to achieve both of our goals in tandem. After all, you would much rather have us as an ally than an enemy. I request that we meet personally, and you can give me your final answer then. I'll be awaiting your response[/quote] [b]And he waited[/b] [spoiler]They won't be able to exactly trace the signal to the village. Rather, they will only be able to trace it to were he wants it to[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Gotcha. I’m kinda liking this...[/spoiler] [i]( Aboard the Baroness...)[/i] Kiyala was simply watching the planet as it peacefully moved in its normal orbit, the message being broadcasted through the bridge. “Ma’am, we can’t just assume that they’ll help us; what if it’s a trap, Lieutenant Commander?” One of the officers told her. “I’ll come with you; can’t exactly trust whoever’s calling us.” Katya, the woman next to Kiyala has said. “...Good, then. Could any of you trace the signal back to its source? Or did they send a location to us?” Kiyala had asked, the officers tracing his source back.

[spoiler]Feast or just a meet up?[/spoiler] [b]The signal had given a location, its coordinates somewhere high up in the mountains. Upon closer inspection, the area was at a presumably long abandoned hold...[/b]

[spoiler]...Let’s go feast. Longer interaction.[/spoiler] “Good; prepare a transport shuttle for leaving during the night cycle of this planet. Bring a platoon of Death Troopers in case things go...south.” Kiyala had told the officer. —�—�—�—�—�—�—�—�—�—� ([i]That night...[/i]) Over the moonlight shining in the mountains, [url=https://content.invisioncic.com/Mfantflight/monthly_2017_05/star_wars_rogue_one_director_krennic_s_shuttle_by_adamkop-dacsyo4.jpg.2bda8248712e4627fb45a43fb7c0d6bc.jpg] An Imperial shuttle and TIE Stryker escort[/url] made their way through the mountains, reaching the old hold. They’d be looking for a way in.

[b]At the main gate, the hold was boisterous with activity. Dozens of men were present in and around the site, with many more staffing the interior. It was strange, that the holds entrance was overlooking a high cliff, but it didn't really matter. Snow was falling, and the warm light of the area was more than welcoming for anyone there[/b] [spoiler]I can't do much else until they approach...[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Got it.[/spoiler] The shuttle landed slowly at the ramp, the doors slowly opening. [url=http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/e/e3/Death_Trooper-Sideshow.png/revision/latest?cb=20160913102558]Black elite troopers[/url], or ‘Death Troopers’ marched their way out of the shuttle, and stood in two lines, as both Kiyala and Katya walked out of the shuttle, Kiyala with her weapon tucked away in her suit, and Katya with her weapons holstered. Two more Death Troopers came out with them, the Strykers circling around the hold like vultures. She was waiting for their leader to pop up.

[b]A man departed from the troops in the hold, approaching the Imperials with a certain haste. He wore a finely tailored suit, and had tasteful brown hair and deep, blue eyes[/b] "Ah! You must be our new guests! Our host for the evening apologizes that he couldn't be here to greet you himself, and wishes that you do not take this transgression as an act of disrespect. He has instructed that I bring you to dining hall, for a great feast in celebration of our newfound friendship. Even if it's just for the night. Please. Follow me" [b]He gestured for them to follow[/b]

The two women nodded, following them with two Death Troopers as escorts for both women. “Tell me, what do you know about your leader? His power, his allegiance with this planet’s defense?” Kiyala had asked the unknown man.

[b]They entered the hold's courtyard, its stone-grey walls sheltering the rest of the area from attack. There was plenty of activity, with caldrons of fire lighting up the area. The only thing out of place, besides the fact a foreign force had occupied and repaired an almost useless hold, was the giant black warship parked in the air above on the other end[/b] "Now that is a good question. I wouldn't assume that he has interests in the defense of the planet, per say. Rather, he is looking for something in particular that only this place has. As for what, I am not allowed to divulge that information."

“Hm. Interesting.” Kiyala states, as she looked to Katya, who looked back toward the sabers in her back, before turning back to Kiyala. “Who exactly is this leader who sent us such information? I’ve never met him in person, thus the escort and fighters.” She told the man. “Also, may I request a room for myself to change?”

"Ah, yes. I was wondering when you would ask that. He hasn't really had a name that anyone calls him by specifically, just different mentions passed down amongst anyone who has encountered him. It's sort of hard to explain, and I'm sure he will be able to elaborate when you finally get the chance to meet him. As for the room, that can be arranged shortly."

“Thank you. Hopefully, I could actually begin to meet whomever my newest cohort would be.” She would tell the man, walking with him toward...Wait, where were they going? [spoiler]Timeskip to the feast, or do you wanna keep going with the conversation?[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Either timeskip to just before the feast, or a little more conversation as they are led to their room(s). Your choice.[/spoiler] [b]They moved toward the entrance to the building, two guards stationed on either side. The man approached them, and the stepped to the side. The door was open now. It would be interesting to see what this night would hold for them...[/b]

The two seemingly got ready for what the night potentially was for them...whether it was for better or for worse. [spoiler]Timeskip![/spoiler] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a0/f7/a2/a0f7a2a640ed98a98721d339d205d95e--cyberpunk--character-concept-art.jpg]Katya[/url]had been waiting for Kiyala outside her door, the two Death Trooper escorts waiting patiently. Kiyala came out in what seemed to be a [url=http://shop.rubynz.com/user/images/8139.jpg?t=1701091539]black dress[/url], for whom she hid her blaster in her dress. Kiyala nodded, the four making their way to the dining hall for what would potentially be an alliance...

[spoiler]Now. Do we actually want an alliance? That will change the ending of this encounter drastically.[/spoiler] [b]A servant man was waiting by the dining hall, opening the huge, wooden door that led inside[/b] "Go on in." [b]A wave of light shone over them, the prestigious nature of the room bearing a stark difference to the rest of the hold. Beautiful music played around them, while beautiful flames lit up the room. The luxurious furniture was trimmed with gold, with the whole room having a sense of beauty to it. A surprisingly large number of guests were present at the time. It almost seemed odd.[/b] "Welcome." [b]At the center of the room, a giant table with space to fit over 20 people was present. It's seats were more than comfortable looking, and the table itself was stunning. And at the very end of the table, were the fine voice had come from, was a man. The man who the hadn't met until that very moment. Their leader[/b] [b]His hair was of a short, dark brown, and his eyes a brilliant blue, deep and complex. The man's skin was fair, and his smile was warm and welcoming[/b] "Our most important guests have arrived! It's a pleasure to finally meet the both of you in person. Please. Have a seat." [b]He gestured to the empty seats in the row beside him[/b]

“Why does this feel off, Kiyala?” Katya had asked Kiyala, Katya’s saber hidden within her outfit should things go south. The two sat down where they were told to be seated, relaxing themselves, the Death Troopers there guarding the door.

[b]Many others began to sit down at the table, and the two began to grow rather comfortable. The air of the place started to grow less suspicious and more friendly, as they sipped on royal wine and smelled the fresh, warm foods being served. Even the music, in its entirety, seemed better than when they first arrived. It all seemed perfect somehow, even though they may have otherwise not have enjoyed any of it[/b] [spoiler]I need an answer[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Sorry; my reply originally got deleted when posting this. I'd say that's up to you. But if it's no, none of our characters die here.[/spoiler] The two grew rather less suspicious of the area, sipping and eating whatever they could. "Hm...what is your allegiance to this Dojo, oh unknown host of ours?" Kiyala asked him, sipping a small bit of wine.

[spoiler]Hmm. That depends if you feel like letting go of a star-destroyer or not...[/spoiler] [b]He laughed[/b] "I have no care for them. Only what they carry..." [spoiler]Otherwise we should do one[/spoiler]

[spoiler]...ok then. Alliance it is (lol)[/spoiler] "Hm...if you were...say, given a chance to join another powerful army in destroying the Dojo and potentially destroying Rebels who'd been disrupting said army...would you join?" Kiyala asked.

"It would be a pleasure to, as alliance is the key to winning such a war." [b]He sipped his wine, looking around the room. The night had been kind to them, with feasts and parties instead of war and bloodshed. They had even been able to get an alliance out of it. It was almost suspicious even, but they seemed to not care. A side affect of the night itself perhaps?[/b] [spoiler]At the end of the feast, everyone will clear out. It's up to you what is done after that.[/spoiler]

The two seemed to drink their drinks. “It’s nice to see that the Dojo’s defenses are quite thick. And powerful. Though...we did send the weakes of our forces up first; allow us to quickly decimate them before we eventually send in our most powerful jest arsenal.” She tells him, sipping her wine. Katya had strangely been quiet.