Tokare, Seraph, Caperion System

The hustle and bustle of Tokare’s streets made it easy to vanish into the crowd. The comfort of knowing she could vanish behind walls of passersby brought comfort. The Firrerreo had spent years on the run and followed those years with more of actively hiding as an agent of Imperial Intelligence. Maintaining active escape routes had become an ever-present habit of living. She passed through the open-air market, eyes constantly scanning the masses.

The people wore brightly-colored linens and silks. They laughed and smiled, holding conversations about the goings-on in their lives. The smell of fresh baked goods and the barking chants of merchants filled the square aromas, sights and sounds spectacular.

From the corner of her eye, a vendor selling trinkets of all sizes and shapes grabbed her attention. Rayne moved through the stream of Imperial citizens towards the merchandise. The stall was small, little more than a makeshift tent with folding tables. The striped canvas that protected the rarities from the elements had been bleached by the sun, leaving only an impression of the vibrant colors it once wore. Her eyes and hands picked through the hodgepodge collection of goods arranged in the baskets and crates.

“Hi chuba du naga?”

“This? How much is it?”

She held up a small brass-colored orb. It was inlaid with a delicate filigree of ivy leaves and symbols unfamiliar to her. The pale green skinned Twi’lek man inched forward, both hands indicating the cost with count of his fingers; Seven credits.

“Che u, goba credeet.”

“Forget it.”

She tossed the item back down into woven basket she’d taken it from. She continued to poke through the items, examining any item which may be of interest. She sifted through the chaotic collection. She paused. The Force spoke to her. She could feel their presence before they spoke. There were eight troopers, closing on her. They would likely have some message from the Emperor, demanding that she see to some trivial item of business for the Imperial Mission. She was agitated; a simple comms message would have been sufficient.

“I am busy.”

“Your presence is requested. Please come with us, ma’am.”

The soldier’s voice was broken by a voice modulator. That was unusual, she thought. She turned to them, prepared to give them a piece of her mind. To her surprise, the group of soldiers were not of the standard Imperial Legion. Their bright red armor reflected the high afternoon sun; Praetorians. Yet, the markings on their armor were distinct from the Clan’s elite guard. These were not official operators. The lead soldier held out his hand, revealing a small holoprojector. This fuzzy image appeared. He was cloaked, and she could only make out the slightest details of the lower half of his face. It was the voice that gave away his identity. She recognized it, but the solemness of his tone was unfamiliar. This was serious. This would not be another “desk job”.

“I do not have time to explain. My shuttle is waiting for you. You must come at once.”

Read the entire fiction here: A Place to Belong

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Today is a great day. I have been given the opportunity to present one of club’s most special forms of recognition, a Clan Title. Not only have I been given this chance to announce it, the individual who is being recognized has earned this honor through and through. On top of that, I have been given the extraordinary honor of presenting this honor to one of the so-called “Hoodrats”.

Rayne has been a loyal member of Clan Scholae Palatinae for many years. She has always been a bit of an unsung hero for our clan, but she has always served the Empire with class and distinction. Rayne has been a cornerstone of our community for years. Her positive attitude, fun-loving spirit, and dedication to making Clan Scholae Palatinae a better place are the exact qualities we look for when granting this title. She is always engaging our chat. She is a powerhouse of gaming. She has routinely shown that when it counts, she will give just a little bit more than she had planned. She is the perfect representative of our Clan to the greater DJB.

The nomination process began with a very simple question “Why isn’t Rayne a Palpatine?”

When we did not have a response to that question, we knew that we must act. The vote was quick and unanimous in her favor. Nothing speaks more to Rayne’s loyalty to the Empire than the unified and immediate response from the Palpatine body.

Congratulations, Rayne. Thank you for everything you have done for CSP over the years. We are truly honored to have you as one of our members. You have earned this title with all of your hard work, dedication, amazing attitude. I am honored to welcome you into the inner most circle. On a personal note, I am so proud of you and am so grateful that I have to opportunity to present you with this long overdue recognition. Keep up the amazing work!

It is offical now!

And in accordance with tradition, drinks are on you!

DA Thran Occasus-Palpatine