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Admiral Hennir Karlomman


Planet Thanos. Togoria System. Taldot Sector. Mid Rim


It was already late at night, the Admiral's day had been filled with a litany of meetings and inspections on orbital and ground facilities. With the imminent departure of Punisher Batte Group, Karlomman wanted to make sure everything within his command was ready for the campaign. He had spent the last week travelling all across the sector, conferring with the army of lesser officers under his command. The bulk of his forces would soon be engaging in offensive operations, not only his ships must be ready, but the "home front" must also be equally secured.

Even now, in the late hours of the night, officially retired to his chambers, the Admiral still continued to work. Accompanied by his personal aide, Lt. Karmillian, and the just returned Commodore Zilaxis. The three of them sitting around the luxurious fireplace on opulent silk covered chairs. The room used to belong to the late governor, it took three weeks to get rid of all the useless finery and frivolous decorations back when Admiral Karlomman had him arrested and took control of Taldot.

The situation reminded him of his youth actually, those cozy winter nights sitting by the fireplace with his father and brothers, discussing the affairs of the Galaxy. He shook those thoughts away as fast as they came, however. This was no time to get emotional. Karlomman forced himself to pay attention to the Commodore as he finished:

"And according to General Zorban, the new field divisions should be ready to be deployed by the end of the week. But due to the number of transports being taken alongside for Flying Justice, it will take at least a couple of months to get them out of the staging areas and into their planned positions."

"I've read the reports, Commodore." Admiral Karlomman replied, looking straight into the ugly mess of scars and cybernetics that is Zilaxis' face. "What do our own sources say?"

"They confirm the official reports. The divisions field the equipment we've paid for and the conscripts are gathered in the expected numbers. Zorban so far has done nothing that could imply betrayal."

"And what about the ideological fortitude of these new formations?" Admiral Karlomman inquired further.

"The recruits are as motivated as can be expected on the average." The Commodore replied, his cybernetic eyes shining. "But I can corroborate that the officers, as a rule, are true believers of our cause. The downside is that the bulk of them have just gotten out of the academies and are lacking in actual field experience."

"I do not expect them to face any serious combat." Admiral Karlomman replied, turning back to look at the fire. "But we need boots on the ground to suppress any would be rebels while the Stortroopers and Imperial Armies under my command bring order and justice to the Lantillian Sector." He paused, turning towards Lt. Karmillian. "Have I received the latest reports from the shipyards, Lieutenant?"

"Yes, sir." He cleared his throat. "Production proceeds at the expected levels now that the last of the pirates and Rebels within Taldot have been dealt with. However, our analysts believe we might soon start facing some funding issues."

"I am aware of that Lieutenant." Admiral Karlomman replied coldly. "With the Rebels in control of Uyter and Lantillies deserting us, we are cut off from the Perlemian Trade Route. The Ruling Council is also not helping matters by refusing to grant my repeated requests for more funds and forces. Which is why I am undertaking this offensive into Lantillies. The sector must be brought back into the fold and Merek utterly destroyed so that we may restore a direct line with the Imperial Centre."

"And if the Rebels attack us while you're busy in Lantillies, sir?" The Lieutenant asked.

"I do not believe that there's a real chance of that happening. But if I am proven wrong, the forces I'm leaving behind are more than enough to stop the Rebels from taking over Taldot before I can bring back Punishment to destroy them."

"And if we aren't able to disentangle ourselves from Lantillies fast enough?" Commodore Zalmaxis challenged, if he still had them, one of his eyebrows would probably be quirked and his mouth curled into a smirk.

"We will." Admiral Karlomman replied with confidence. "There's no indication the Rebels have any major concentration of forces in the sector. Or at least nothing that could make our victory impossible. As for Merek, he's just another overambitious traitor. Once I give him a couple of decisive beatings, his forces will start disintegrating and his fellow traitors will fall upon him like vultures." He leaned back in his chair. "I'm not saying it will be a cakewalk, but there's no reason to believe that our chances of triumph are slim. Besides, we must take the initiative now. Sitting in place would only make us vulnerable while the Rebels and traitors grow in strength around us."

"It's quite a gamble, sir." The Commodore leaned back on his own chair. "But the reasoning is sound."

"I don't remember needing your approval for anything, Commodore." Admiral Karlomman snapped. "I am the ranking officer here and what I say goes. I listen to your advice because I value your input, but do not presume to judge me."

The Commodore didn't flinch at the outburst, five years was more than enough time to get used to the flaws and quirks of his commanding officer. So, the Commodore simply made his excuses and dismissed himself. There was no use in continuing anything when the Admiral got into one of his moods.

And as the Commodore left for his own quarters, which were conveniently located nearby, Admiral Karlomman turned his glare towards the Lieutenant.

"I believe we are done here, Lieutenant."

"Actually, sir." Karmillian replied, shifting in his seat, nervousness written all over his features. "There's the question of your private messages..."

"Oh...of course." Admrial Karlomman forced himself to calm down. The Lieutenant wasn't at fault for his bad mood, he was just doing his job. He couldn't let his emotions get hold of him that easy. "I've read them, no need to recite them for me, Lieutenant." He paused again. "Write to my wife and tell her she's free to buy whatever she sees fit for the twins, she has done an adequate job all these years, there's no point in changing that. Send the twins the usual note about the importance of my duties. I also want you to write a complaint in my name to their Academy in the Centre, the Empire is in no position to be giving week-long leave to cadets, no matter if its their birthday or if their father is an Admiral. If anything they should be pushing them twice as hard to replace the losses we've suffered so far."

The Lieutenant silently typed down the notes on his datapad before being dismissed. He withdrew from the room quickly and soon the Admiral was left alone. That is, until the man-sized portrait of Emperor Palpatine shifted to the left, revealing a secret passage. And out walked Deputy Director Derpent, looking as if she had last slept before Yavin IV, as usual.

"Thought you would never get rid of them." She groaned as he dropped down on one of the chairs.

"This would have been so much easier if we met on working hours."

"Well, here's what I have." She said, producing a data chip from her coat pocket and ignoring the Admiral. "Feel free to let your own people follow the leads and check the info, but it will be a waste of time. They will just find out that I'm telling the truth now. Just as I have always been."

"You don't trust anyone, Director." Admiral Karlomman replied, taking the chip from her hand. "I don't see why you expect people to extend you the courtesy."

"Have I ever given you false information to work on, Admiral? Have I ever given you cause to doubt my loyalty to the Imperial cause?"

"Are we done here?" The Admiral asked, ignoring the question.

Deputy Director Derpent left without a word.
@Drunken Conquistador



So, a fantasy banana republic?

I can work with that. The nation looks ripe for change, would be reformers with dreams to total control, populist demagogues channeling popular discontent, renegade mages seeking to improve their lot in life. At least I won't lack for plot ideas
Give me a roll, please
@Jbcool: As for character concept, I was thinking of a former PDF conscript who fought on the losing side of a planetary civil war and as result ended up in the Penal Legion. Would that work?
@Sini I felt it was an interesting angle, not only will he be involved in the NR political shennanigans, but I was going to play on the whole fac tthat the NR know he's being a little... naughty (to put it mildly) but at the same time, under their own structure because they can't prove anything they can't really get rid of him.

Interesting politics ahead. I also picked a location close to @Drunken Conquistador, just so he had someone to interact with if he so choses too.


Well, better get ready, then. Admiral Karlomman is heading your way....as soon as I finish writing that is
Count me in as interested
And posted. Hopefully my next post will feature some more action
Admiral Hennir Karlomman

The Togoria System was perhaps the single most important star system in the Taldot Sector. Admiral Karlomman's forces certainly thought so, after all the system housed the Thanos shipyards. And though certainly not anything on the level of the prestigious Kuat Shipyards, Thanos could still produce Imperial-chass Star Destroyers. As a matter of fact, it was the only kind of ship it was able to produce. Which left the Imperials to rely on smaller and more spread out facilities to supply Battle Group Punisher with other kinds of ships.

The only other planet on the system was Togoria, its namesake, inhabited by a rather primitive and isolationist alien race. The former Warlord Teradoc had started efforts to fortify the planet. Said efforts, however, were stopped once Battle Group Punisher seized control of Taldot and sent the self-proclaimed Warlord back in chains to the Imperial Centre to face justice. Admiral Karlomman did not judge the planet worth the effort fortifying, instead he restricted Imperial presence to several orbital stations tasked with monitoring the happenings on the ground while redirecting the funds and supplies to other strategic areas in his domain.

The Admiral himself turned Thanos into his new headquarters. Taking residence in the local Moff's palace (right after having him arrested in one of the earliest rounds of purges). Despite the needless opulence and decadence of the pace, it did house a rather impressive command and control infrastructure that allowed him to coordinate the efforts of his forces through Taldot and its surroundings.

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Planet Thanos. Togoria System. Taldot Sector. Mid Rim.

Admiral Hennir Karlomman strode through the halls of the palace with a squad of loyal Stormtroopers marching closely behind. Officers, soldiers and aides saluted as he crossed their paths while the work crews tried to keep out of their way. Hennir would keep them working around the clock to remove the last vestiges of the gaudy, needless, ridiculous and opulent "art" that littered every inch of the palace complex.

His destination was one of the several meeting chambers spread around the massive building. The checked his watch and frowned, he was late for the meeting he had called. Well, Hennir couldn't do much now besides quicken his strides and curse the damned ISB goons that had taken too much of his time. He half suspected Colonel Yulfren did it on purpose just to spite him.

Karlomman paid no mind to the stormtroopers guarding the ornate golden doors of the meeting chamber nor to the chorus of salutes and greetings that followed him as he took position at the head of the massive holographic table. His personal aide handed him a data pad wordlessly and withdrew a few steps behind the Admiral.

"Apologies for the delay." Hennir started, raising his voice to silence the idle chit chat in the back of the room. "An incident required my attention. It has been dealt with now."

The holographic table flickered to life, displaying a map of Taldot and its surrounding sectors. Colors filling the 3-d image to represent zones of control.

"Thanks to Commodore Zilaxis and Task Force Chastisement, the budding dissident forces in the Taldot System have been crushed with extreme prejudice and their Stronghold base is now under our control." The colors in Taldot shifted from a stripped green and yellow to solid green as the Admiral continued. "That leaves us with no overt threats to Imperial control over the Sector. Now its up to our colleagues in the Bureau to deal with infiltrators and saboteurs. Deputy Touzan, anything relevant to add to the discussion?"

The head of the local Bureau of the Imperial Intelligence shook herself, turning to the Admiral before replying in her usual almost mumble:

"Nothing urgent, Admiral." Which was her way of saying that Hennir should expect a late night visit soon with the actual information. Because paranoia was apparently a prerequisite to join the Bureau. Hopefully, it would just be another crooked politician instead of a rebel cell sabotaging their supplies. Though the Admiral wasn't one to count on his luck.

"Very well." Hennir acknowledged. "Now that we have secured our base of operations and brought stability to the Sector, we can now start looking to our surroundings and lend support to our fellow Imperials. Unfortunately, we have yet to receive direct orders from the Centre. Until that happens we will have to act on our own initiative."

"With all due respect, Admiral." General Zorban called out from his chair on the other end of the table. "But we do have our orders. The Ruling Council was pretty clear on the issue, the Fortress World strategy is the-"

"The fortress world strategy is an overall strategic directive." Admiral Karlomman interrupted. "But we have yet to receive actual, direct orders from the Centre. Lantillian is buckling under repeated attacks from the Azure Warlord and who knows what the accursed rebels are planning? Someone has to act now or else we risk losing even more." He paused for a moment. "Now, I'm sure that there's a perfectly good reason why the Ruling Council has yet to give us any actual directions. Maybe they simply haven't had a reason to question our current policies. Regardless we cannot stay idle."

General Zorban settled down, though it was clear he wasn't entirely convinced while Admiral Karlomman continued:

"As it stands, the greatest threat around us is Warlord Merek." The map highlighted the Truum Sector while the Admiral continued with clear disgust in his voice. "This upjumped Captain has already seized the Truum Sector and is pushing into Lantillian and the Perlemian Trade Route. To make matters worse, Lantillies has declared complete neutrality. Depriving us of vital industrial and shipbuilding facilities. And while that would be enough to treat them as rebel scum in my books, we have yet to receive any official word from the Ruling Council on the matter."

"What about the Rebel operations in Kashyyyk?" Another Captain asked, Karlomman hadn't managed to learn his name yet. The purges and attrition had forced him to fill his ranks with fresh faced Academy graduates, he was one of the newest ones.

"Unsubstantiated rumors." The Admiral replied. "We will wait until we get official confirmation from the Centre to act. Until then, we will focus on the real, pressing threat: Merek's little private fief and the wavering loyalty of the Lantillians. I will be writing once again to the Ruling Council explaining our situation and asking for further information on the Kashyyyk issue." A pause. "But until then, we will focus our resources and efforts in preparing for a campaign to protect the Pelermian Trade Route. Now, the next item on the list is...the mustering of new militia formations..."

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@Sini @Ruby
To the Imperial Ruling Council

*Attached to the usual host of reports and documents received from Admiral Karlomman, comes a message*

Due to the deteriorating situation in the Mid-Rim, I, as commander of Battle Group Punisher, request clarification on the status of Kashyyyk. My intelligence networks are filled with rumors of a planned Rebel operation to seize the planet, though nothing truly certain. Is there any possibility the central headquarters of the Imperial Intelligence or ISB could confirm whether or not the dissidents are planning such offensive? Considering my relative proximity to the Sector I would be well placed to provide assistance to the loyalist forces in the region.

Furthermore, now that my forces have managed to secure and stabilize the Taldot Sector as a base of operations. I am preparing to move in support of Imperial units operating in Lantillian. With additional forces I am certain that I could not only relieve my beleaguered comrades but also push back and restore your rightful authority over the Truum Sector and bring Lantillies out of their misguided isolationism.

*Attached to the message is a series of reports presenting an overview of the situation in Karlomman's command*



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