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Since the Star Destroyer leaped into hyperspace, Cordelia had been pouring through the dossier on the Jelcun system. She had a big promotional campaign to organize and a limited amount of time to get it done in. There would be the usual pomp and ceremony as the troop transports arrived depositing a thousand storm troopers on the city streets in advance of the Captain flying over the troops in his shuttle to arrive on the steps of the capitol building to mark the empire's official arrival on the planet.

She knew the Captain hater cameras and these ceremonial displays, but the cause of the empire demanded it, and the Captain could be trusted to do as the empire demanded. Still her perusing of the reports showed Jelcun to be far from compliant and sympathetic, the farmers were reluctant to embrace the mantle of the Galactic Empire. Fools. Their lives could be....

An alarm went off throughout the ship. Cordelia quickly switched screens to the officer's channel to find out what could be going on. A fire in the hanger bay. That was not healthy. Hopefully the Deck Commander would have it under control shortly. She pulled up the holo feed from the cameras in the hanger. There was smoke and people rushing about. Not much sign of fire though. At that moment a small fireball erupted in the center of the hanger. The captain would certainly be aware of this now.

Cordelia triggered the off switch for the alarm in the conference room. Loud blaring noises bothered her. The captain and the crews in the hanger would have this all taken care of soon enough. She was certain they would uncover the cause and whoever was responsible and deal with them. She switched off the holo screen and went back to her work. They had better not damage any of her assets, this display of the empire's might needed to be perfect and absolute.

-Cordelia

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Over the comm system an announcement rang out: <All hands, reversion to real space in ten minutes. Prepare all systems for arrival. Ten minutes to reversion.>

Cordelia uttered a short stream of profanity not becoming of an Imperial officer. She was not ready. She had only begun to get the necessary comuniques to the governor's office. And beyond the standard parade order, she was struggling to come up with sscts of intentionality to emphasize the emperor's complete rule of this system. This display needed to not come off half assed. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, slowly exhaling.

First order would be to brief the Captain and staff officers as to the itinerary. Ten minutes. Ten damned minutes!
-Cordelia

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The XO usually preferred to be much earlier than her peers for meetings, and so she was on her way to the conference room, arriving not early enough to hear he political officers outburst but still much earlier than she should’ve been. Entering quietly she cleared her throat and spoke.

“Everything alright Lieutenant-Commander Yarthang?”

-Aralani

"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" -Harry Callahan

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The voice caused shivers to move up Cordelia's spine. The first officer was efficient and a loyal servant of the Emperor, but she was ... an alien. Cordelia had a difficult time looking in her blood red eyes. But still, she was an officer in the Emperor's Navy, and that demanded respect, even if uncomfortable.

"No Ma'am." Cordelia replied standing at attention for her superior officer. "I was growing frustrated with the hyperspace comm system. There is a great amount of interference getting through to Jelcun. I was planning on sending for a technician, but I wanted to have these reports ready by the time we arrived at the planet."

Her explanation was cut off by the ship wide announcement, <Real space reversion in five... four... three... two... one.... Cutting in Sublight engines.>

"Which is apparently now." Cordelia added.

-Coredlia

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The XO was mildly amused by the humans discomfort, it didn’t help that she was taller than her. Doing her best not to smirk, she was probably going to a give a less than pleasant performance report when the month was up.

“I’ll make sure to have a technician sent.” She said flatly as she entered the room further, taking a more that cursory glance at the reports. She really wished she was directing some special forces raids on supposed rebel sympathizers right now.

-Aralani

"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" -Harry Callahan

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Cordelia nodded. "Thank You Ma'am, that would be greatly appreciated." As the alien moved closer into the room, Cordelia pulled up her pad she had been working on. "It would appear the interference has cleared up now that we have entered the system." Her comment seemed trite, but she was stuck here with the Alien. Cordelia wished someone else would hurry up and get into the conference room. Aliens didn't think like normal people. That made Cordelia wary and a bit uncomfortable.

A message came through to the XO and Cordelia on their comsets. <XO and senior staff to the conference room for mission briefing. Five minutes.> Cordelia tapped her small earpiece sending an acknowledgement back to the communications officer that she had received the message

-Cordelia

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“Already there” Aralani responded to the communications officer, figuring the response would be taken as her double timing it there. Finding her normal seat at the table she decided to continue to make the Political officer uncomfortable, staring her down as she sat almost like a stone statue while waiting.

“You know chiss don’t eat humans right? We hunt them for sport”

-Aralani

"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" -Harry Callahan

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Cordelia could feel the crimson stare of the woman from across the room. How this species had grown to such a high profile in the Empire was beyond her. Admiral Thrawn was without a question an exemplary member of his species. The reputation of the admiral inspired fear and awe throughout the ranks of the navy. The XO certainly benefitted from his rather long white coattails in her rapid advancement through the ranks. Still one military genius did not a species make.

The XO was apparently trying to toy with her. She brushed a blonde lock of hair back as she looked across the conference table into the XO's blue face. "It seems we know little about your species and their loyalties with your kind's reputation for secrets. I trust the Emperor looks confidently to you safeguarding loyal citizens, not hunting them down. Like this world, Jelcun, they need to be assured of Emperor Palpatine's benevolence and protection through upstanding officers such as yourself."

-Cordelia

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Aralani let her face relax as her attempt to toy with the political officer was thwarted. Cursing herself for her impotence she changed tactics to respond to the haughty Alderaan native. Not letting her irritation get the better of her.

“The emperor has given me these responsibilities, to protect and safeguard like the shepherd guards his flock. I am his night watchman and his kind arms... Do not worry of my ability to assure the masses of this, however. Sometimes the shepherd must hunt those who threaten his packs, and that is what I have done and shall continue to do.”

The nerve of this woman, she’d never even stepped into the armor of the stormtroopers. She was simply there to make the imperial navy look good. A sadly necessary job.

-Aralani

"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" -Harry Callahan

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Character(s): TK-557 (bio)
Location: Conference Room
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The next person to enter the conference room was TK-557. He walked through the door and took a look around the room, spotting the XO and Cordelia, the ship's political officer. TK-557 simply nodded to the two ladies and made his way to his seat and sat down.

"Ground forces are all prepped and ready with no issues." He quickly notified the Executive Officer, as he sat down. "They can be sent down planetside at any time."

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The stone faced XO turned her attention to the High Colonel, now here was a measure of the emperors will, someone who’d completed the grueling training of the stormtrooper corps and come out on top.

“Understood High-Colonel” she said flatly as she waited for the rest of the department heads to arrive. Assuming the Wing Commander wouldn’t attend as he was on sortie .

-Aralani

"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" -Harry Callahan

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Cordelia was rapidly typing at her station as the First Trooper entered. She knew she only had a few minutes to get her presentation uploaded to the conference room's central hub. She tuned out the conversation aside from hearing that ground forces stood ready. She quickly ticked off a point on her checklist.

Intelligence Agent Anders shortly walked in. The stone faced operative settled into his place at the conference table. Moments later, the doors opened again for the Captain and his entourage of aides. He moved to his place at the top of the oval table. He looked at his staff, lastly at the young political officer. "Well then, let's have it."

Cordelia gave a faint smile at the Captain, "Of course sir." She tapped a file on her tablet as a large projection of the marbled pink and white orb of Jelucann appeared above the center table. "Jelucan, a society of opposites," she began, "The first wave, the name by which the largely agrarian first settlers of the planet go by, are fiercely independent, value their families, farms, community and autonomy from government interference. The second wave of later settlers inhabit the large urban cities. Their economy is dependent on the mines and processes facilities. The government is largely second wave, and proud supporters of the Empire, or at least profit well from Imperial construction contracts. The Emperor has placed a substantial order for ore to support the Starfleet space station construction and public works."

The projection zoomed into the planet's surface on a large metropolitan city surrounded by craggy mountain peaks. Outside the 3dview of thecity were highlighted minning locations.the animation continued to zoom in on a large central promotorium avenue and an elaborate edifice at the center.

"The capitol city Valentia, which we are directly in orbit above, is the seat of regional governor. His palace is located here in the heart of the city on the Rue de Viglance promotion. We will be making a symbolic meeting between the governor, the first wave farmers co-op and the Captain representing the interests of the emperor."

A line of AT-ATs popped up on the main street, with columns of Stormtroopers marching beneath them.

"Our ground forces will parade up the avenue for 3 kilometers from the staging area alongside their spaceport. As they reach the governors palace waves of tie fighters and bombers will fly in formation above the parade. The captain's shuttle will proceed just above the parade to land on the lawn of the palace, where the Captain will disembark..."

Cordelia was cutoff by the Captain holding his hand up. "Enough. This is a fighting vessel, I have little interests in symbolic displays. The XO will represent me in this circus. You will coordinate your efforts through her. I will be on the bridge minding the interests of the Empire."


"But the farmers initiative... The mine..." Cordelia was caught a bit dumbfounded as the Captain and his aides exited the conference room.


-Cordelia

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Aralani nodded at the captain as he entered the room and prepared to take in the briefing with a silent breath out of her nose. She was ready for whatever circus and parade she'd been forced into. Her storm trooper black uniform out of place in the sea of grey. Save the High Colonel of course.

Listening in as the political officer explained the situation, she ticked off the boxes in her head, fierce independence, the rich had sided with the Empire of course, there was probably some manner of... Discourse between the two groups. Discourse that could lead to terrorism, she was sure the place had some of it. Or at least rebel sympathizers. Building projects would have to be guarded as should shipments. The cowards always loved raiding supply shipments

Then the Captain left, leaving the circus to her. She looked visible displeased for a second and was about to protest before shutting her mouth. Steeling herself for the time ahead as he left she turned back to the Political Officer.

"I leave the opinions on the march to our ground commanders, now tell me about the farmers initiative, and these mines. I've been designated to meet with Government, so tell me everything I'll need to know."

She looked sternly at the political officer as she said this, she was no stranger to political or liason work, and to her this was just another task.

-Aralani

"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" -Harry Callahan

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Cordelia recovered from the shock of the Captain's sudden departure. She was collecting her thoughts as the XO spoke up. Very well, the alien was going to be like that.

"The farmer's initiative is a high profile visit to the First Wave co-op to provide valuable instruction and assistance to improving the agrarian economy through enhanced high growth crops, more efficient droid resources and indentured servants. With a little bit of proper reorganization, and Imperial investment, the whole economy could grow by over 600% in one season. The goal is to show the Emperor's benevolent care by improving the lives of his beloved citizens. And with the advancement of prosperity so too increase their reliance on the Empire.

We have a similar situation in the mines. The Emperor has made a significant contribution to the economic success of the mines. It seems the local defense...."
Cordelia suddenly paused, her hand going to the comm speaker in her ear. She leaned over the table typing something frantically on her tablet. Several moments later she looked up again.

"My apologies. It appears the local defense forces I was mentioning have sent up a welcoming committee that are currently under Commander Taal's guns.

Now the mines... workers have been attempting to organize a strike. The Emperor has pressing needs for the ores from this world and needs production back at full operation. We are to negotiate a resolution to the conflict and get the mines running again."

-Cordelia

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Brigadier Essetati had arrived with the captain, slipping in mostly unnoticed among his entourage and watching him leave like an petulant child before even hearing out the political officer fully... Not that she was fond of the political officer, the woman had few uses and was too ambitious for her own good, but. She was, a member of the crew and served a purpose. The Chiss was, well she looked like a PT Stud and carried herself well, but she was an Alien, and a secretive one at that. Though she was certain the former NAVSOC officer was capable.

Her First Trooper was, well he was everything a First Trooper should be.

Clearing her throat she raised her gloved hand (concealing a replacement limb) and questioned the Political Officer.

"I'm certain the 508th and I could swiftly deal with the strikers. Instead of, beginning a potentially lengthy process of negotiations and wasting the Emperor's time and resources"

-Roseva

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Cordelia nodded to the Brigadier as she asked her question. The comment was not unexpected, and fairly typical seeking a quick military solution to the problem.

"Thank you Brigadier, I have the utmost confidence in your troops abilities, however in this situation, where forced compliance may be necessary, it is the Emperor's will to find a equitable solution to this labor issue. We are here as agents of civilization to our own citizens on a newly recognized Imperial world. Of course some trouble makers may need to be made into examples to demonstrate how good imperial citizens behave. Unnecessary bloodshed should be avoided.

To complicate matters, members of the press Corp will be covering our visit, and sadly there are still many sympathizers for the old republic in the Imperial Senate. This operation is to be benevolent, until justly provoked."

-Cordelia

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Aralani listened as Cordelia was informed by commlink of Commander Taal's actions, something she wished she'd been informed of. She was the XO wasn't she? All ship's matter practically ended up on her plate, especially considering the captains stance on anything not involving glory in combat or medals. Then the brigadier piped up. The Mandalorian had a, solution befitting a career stormtrooper, and one that she'd prefer.

"Back to the topic at hand... What was it you were saying about the local defense force? Are their troops up to the Imperial standard? And have these miners made any demands?"

-Aralani

"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" -Harry Callahan

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"Yes, ma'am. The local defense forces were brought in to pacify the miners. They were unsucessful. Their organization and training is of adequate quality for a localized militia. After the clone wars they maintained their battle readiness. Most of their weapons are of that era. We could take them in short order if they offered resistance. But it has allowed for factions on the planet to arm themselves. The miners are demanding the usual, higher wages, greater safety regulations in the mines and shorter work shifts. Their demands could cut into the profitability for the governor and ruling trade council. The situation is not expected to turn violent, but we do not have accurate intelligence on what the miners may be capable of. Any form of inserrection would be unacceptable during our show of benevolence."
-Cordelia

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“We have multiple armed factions on planet?” Aralani said, thinking of the trouble that could be caused by them if any were aligned with terrorist groups. She pretty quickly went over what the outcomes of rebellion would be in her mind.

As for the miners her thoughts were simple, making an example out of them would be effective, however they could perhaps meet some of their needs while increasing others... Or alternatively they could ship in some convicts to do the mining for them.

“Perhaps we could find... people more willing to work for the Empire’s betterment in the mines and get these miners out. Also I believe the defense force will need to have their readiness checked or undergo a complete restructuring.... Or just be outright replaced by the Imperial Army”

-Aralani

"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" -Harry Callahan

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Cordelia smiled. "A permanent garrison would certainly be in our best interests. Workers from an Imperial regulated world, such as Kessel or  Kyshyyyk, would certainly solve some problems. And I agree, we cannot have the local militia possessing unclear loyalties.

The immediate concerns are we must gather intelligence of the situation on the ground before we can implement curative steps. And we have a display of imperial might and majesty to perform in front of the assembled press in the next couple hours. We must have the populace embrace us before quelling dissent, or their sympathies may turn from us. The Emperor wants a loyal productive world."

-Cordelia

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Aralani thought with a fondness to her days as a junior officer in intelligence and reconnaissance. When Cordelia explained the need to gather intel. And wished she had more than just Agent Anders to dedicate to the task.

“Right, you had started with the plan of the demonstrations before the exit of The Captain, would you care to explain further the elements of this for my benefit?”

-Aralani

"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" -Harry Callahan

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Cordelia smiled to the senior officer. "Yes, Ma'am. The ceremony is fairly simple. After a sweeping parade of Imperial ground and air units, the Capt... you Ma'am, will fly over the parade route and land at the south lawn of the Governor's palace. The ramp will descend, a honor guard of troopers will lead followed by select officers including myself, and after a pause you will descend. We will walk to the podium where the Governor's press secretary will be announcing your arrival to the crowds. You will be presented to the Governor, you will bear a ceremonial tablet with a message to the Governor from the Emperor himself. You will shake hands, assuming a dominant two handed grasp of the Governor's hand. You will wave to the crowds and recess into the Palace to begin actual diplomacy with the Governor. I will be there with you and on comlink so there should be no issues."
-Cordelia

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The Commander nodded as Cordelia explained the plan to her. Simple psychological warfare she thought. Hoping that she'd be taller than the governor and considered using the gymnasium to make sure her muscles were at their peak when they met.

"Sounds, simple enough. Make a show, prove dominance, but maintain and air of calm and respect of course. And with you there on commlink with me, I'm sure there will be no issues. Though I will operate at efficiency so I will only have to rely on your expertise sparingly." She said, trying to make herself sound as diplomatic as possible.

"Tell me about the palace"

-Aralani

"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" -Harry Callahan

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Roseva glanced back and forth between the xeno and the political officer, raising an occaisonal eyebrow as she listened to what the situation was.

She glanced to her first trooper and asked a question.

"What is it I and The First Trooper will be doing?"

-Roseva

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Cordelia pulled up the schematics on the governor's palace, a holographic projection of the building filled the table. She was about to start briefing the XO when she heard the Brigadier's question. She paused and smiled at the woman. "This is your show. The troopers and mechanical superiority of the Empire is on display. It's a mix of standard parade drills, but exactly how you wish to orchestrate it is up to you, these are your ground forces. It of course culminates in the arrival of the XO at the governor's palace, but I want the entire city to know the Empire is marching down the streets of this world. Use anything at your disposal and wow the crowds."
-Cordelia