One of the details that sets Empire in Flames apart from other SWGEmu-based servers is a focus on story. While roleplaying alone cannot sustain a server, it can be an important part of the playerbase’s activities. The live Starsider server is a great example of that.
Rhaze Durile was a mainstay figure in the RP community on Starsider. As an Imperial Inquisitor, he provided a steady stream of story-driven events over a number of years. Although he currently is focusing on Star Trek Online, he is planning to return when Empire in Flames launches to run another long-term campaign. Rhaze will be a GM in-game to allow him to more easily create the epic setups he specialized in back on the live servers.
As part of the setup, he’s writing a serialized story to set the stage. This is the first part.
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The Empire was doomed. That was what the Rebel propaganda kept claiming. Captain Jeck Mevara checked the trim of his uniform once more as he looked over the precise operations on his bridge. Although the Imperial propaganda machine was in full swing claiming the so-called rumors of the Emperor and Lord Vader’s deaths were absolutely false, Mevara knew the truth.
The second Death Star had been destroyed. The Empire was without its Emperor and Lord Vader was dead. The projections were grim. While the Empire could maintain a war of attrition for some time, it would ultimately die a slow, agonizing death should the growing rebellion gain support at the rate it was.
Rebel cells had sprung into action all across the galaxy. The rebellion was spreading. The Empire was burning…but not for long. His ship was on a critical mission that would save the Empire. The factionalism that was gripping the Empire was more prevalent than was generally known. Although Palpatine was dead, the propaganda machine he built was as strong as ever. Not many people knew the truth, but Mevara’s new master had shown him the truth.
Mevara had never given much thought to the Force or its application in military matters. Frankly, he had always believed the whole thing to be a bunch of mystic nonsense that did more harm than good. After all, the Emperor and Lord Vader had been so-called “Masters of the Force”, and it had all but destroyed their bodies. Lord Vader had once said the ability to destroy a planet was insignificant next to the power of the Force.
Before, Mevara had quietly thought that such a concept was nonsense. But when the Force had given the power to a farm boy from Tatooine to single-handedly destroy the first Death Star and then kill both the Emperor and Lord Vader while his friends destroyed the second, Mevara could no longer deny its power. He found himself envying those few remaining people who could control it, secretly wishing he could learn to control it himself to exact revenge on the Rebellion.
Then, his master found him and gave him the ability to weld the Force through the use of what Mevara knew to be a perverse combination of technology and magic. It didn’t matter. Mevara had the power to get his revenge, but he would have to be patient. The process Mevara’s master used to grant him command of the Force was not powerful enough to create entire armies as Mevara wanted.
Not yet, anyway.
That was his ship’s mission. It had taken weeks of maneuvering to get around wandering Rebel patrols, but they had finally arrived. Mevara heard the slow, purposeful steps of his master approaching from behind him. Everyone came to attention as he glided onto the bridge, his dark crimson robes rustling slightly as he came to a stop beside Mevara.
Mevara snapped to attention and offered a sharp salute. “We are entering standard orbit now, My Lord.”
“Any sign of Rebel activity?”
“No, My Lord. Our approach has gone unnoticed.”
His master nodded. “Very well. Proceed with the operation. Launch all fighters and assault ships. I want all communications silenced. Bring me the artifact, and Captain…no survivors. We are not yet ready to reveal ourselves.”
Mevara nodded crisply. “Yes, Lord Durile.”