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“Captain.” The single word, hailing from a thin and composed Falleen, echoed throughout the sparsely decorated quarters. “We have arrived. Republic Naval Command requests your presence planet-side. I have prepared our shuttle for departure.”
 
“Captain.” The single word, hailing from a thin and composed Falleen, echoed throughout the sparsely decorated quarters. “We have arrived. Republic Naval Command requests your presence planet-side. I have prepared our shuttle for departure.”
  
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Blood seeped from Ithael; from his brow, his shoulder, and both of his knees. He was suspended above a meter of water, helpless as the anomalous gravity of whatever planet he was on slammed him from one cell wall to the next, wearing him down for the impending interrogation. ''Trust no one.'' He knew better than to show his cards to another, especially so early in the game. Following the rise of the Galactic Empire, Ithael was relieved of his diplomatic attachment to Captain Kuraine’s fleet, and established himself as a double agent, working within the Imperial Senate as support for the various growing resistance movements. Betrayal never tasted so sour.  
 
Blood seeped from Ithael; from his brow, his shoulder, and both of his knees. He was suspended above a meter of water, helpless as the anomalous gravity of whatever planet he was on slammed him from one cell wall to the next, wearing him down for the impending interrogation. ''Trust no one.'' He knew better than to show his cards to another, especially so early in the game. Following the rise of the Galactic Empire, Ithael was relieved of his diplomatic attachment to Captain Kuraine’s fleet, and established himself as a double agent, working within the Imperial Senate as support for the various growing resistance movements. Betrayal never tasted so sour.  
  
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A door opened above him, and after a silence that dragged on for what seemed like decades, a voice echoed down the chamber: “Slite. Your turn.”
 
A door opened above him, and after a silence that dragged on for what seemed like decades, a voice echoed down the chamber: “Slite. Your turn.”
 
  
 
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“…unconfirmed, however there are indications that the Shadowstone may have been infiltrated. The Libra is lost, and Ul-Yanin is without hope. We’ve sent agent Slite to the bridge to oversee your evacuation. Leave with him and Lord Commander Darius will execute the fleet’s retreat. Please, Your Majesty, protect yourself.” The link went dead.
 
“…unconfirmed, however there are indications that the Shadowstone may have been infiltrated. The Libra is lost, and Ul-Yanin is without hope. We’ve sent agent Slite to the bridge to oversee your evacuation. Leave with him and Lord Commander Darius will execute the fleet’s retreat. Please, Your Majesty, protect yourself.” The link went dead.
  
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Ithael's chest burned with a desire to argue, but instead he closed his eyes. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
 
Ithael's chest burned with a desire to argue, but instead he closed his eyes. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
 
 
   
 
   
 
===//Corruption detected //Parsing document //Countenance===
 
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Ithael leaned over the communication console, breathing with careful intentionality, waiting patiently for the comm systems to come online after six days of hyperspace travel. Finally. He keyed in the appropriate passcodes, and there it was, an emergency broadcast. Somehow, he already knew what it was going to tell him.
 
Ithael leaned over the communication console, breathing with careful intentionality, waiting patiently for the comm systems to come online after six days of hyperspace travel. Finally. He keyed in the appropriate passcodes, and there it was, an emergency broadcast. Somehow, he already knew what it was going to tell him.
  

Revision as of 14:19, 19 July 2012

Ithael Slite
Ithael1.jpg
Biographical Information
Race Falleen
Homeworld Falleen Prime
Born 211 years ago
Physical Description
Gender Male
Height 2.26 meters
Coloring Pale green
Eye Color Grey
Political Information
Affiliation Falleen Federation
Positions Nathran of Kthran
Prior Affiliation Old Republic

Ithael Slite is a member of the Falleen Federation, and is Nathran of Kthran, a noble clan of the Falleen people.


Biography

Beginnings

The famed son of a ranking elder in the Kthran Clan, Ithael Slite was born more than a century preceding the rise of the Galactic Empire. A close friend and confident to eventual King of the Falleen People, Eldrik Kuraine, Slite left the Falleen homeworld to join Kuraine in service to the Old Republic. Following a brief stint in the Republic Navy, Ithael left to pursue a career in the Republic Army. This decision was a favorable one, and landed him a position with Republic Intelligence, where he spent most of his time until reuniting with Kuraine to serve as his personal attache.

The Rise of the Empire

With the Fall of the Old Republic, Slite worked as a double agent within the Imperial Senate for a band of freedom fighters who would go on to be called the Rebel Alliance, however he was ultimately betrayed by a close friend and confident. Imperial agents arrested the Falleen dissident, imprisoned, and tortured him.

Following two years in Imperial Detention facilities a band of Falleen militants rescued Slite, told him of the desecration of Falleen Prime, and explained their intention to establish a Federation of the Noble Falleen Clans, united in their resistance to the Galactic Empire. Shortly thereafter, Ithael returned to Kuraine's side, and served with him until the fateful events at the Battle of Beta.

Dawning the Cloak

In the aftermath of Beta, Slite returned to Falleen Prime, and wandered into the deserts of his people. Upon finding his Kthran clansmen, Slite was infuriated by the state of clan affairs, and set his eyes on the position of Nathran, a position better known as the "Desert Lord" to the Kthran people. Although possessing nothing comparable to the physical prowess of the standing Desert Lord, Ithael had intelligence, cunning, and centuries of galactic experience at his disposal. The day finally came when Slite challenged the Desert Lord, and through a long string of carefully orchestrated events, the duel ended in the challengers favor. Ithael dawned the Cloak of the Desert Lord, and was installed as the new Nathran of Kthran.

The (New) Old Republic

Ithael was called upon to help a ragtag group of former Republicans form a colloquially named resistence government, the Old Republic. Slite ascended to the position of Councilor, a member of the government's high command, but ultimately realized that his heart was with his people in the Falleen Federation.

Slite departed, and made his way to Falleen space, joining the Falleen Royal Army in an advisory role, and settled back into the society he left so early on.

Biographical Fragments

//Retrieval complete //Errors detected //The Republic

“Captain.” The single word, hailing from a thin and composed Falleen, echoed throughout the sparsely decorated quarters. “We have arrived. Republic Naval Command requests your presence planet-side. I have prepared our shuttle for departure.”

“I’m aware, Ambassador Slite.” the captain replied, refusing to relinquish his gaze from the viewport before him.

Taking a measured step forward, Slite clasped his hands behind his back. The captain was irritated, though were it not for their shared biology Slite would have undoubtedly failed to notice his commanding officer’s frustration. Falleen culture frowned upon on displays of emotion.

“Captain, the Nataku must submit for repairs.” Ithael paused to stare at the planet looming ominously before them, drowning eternally in the blackness of space. “By the time we return she will be worthy of your command. Perhaps the prospect of rejoining the fleet, this time fully operational and battle-ready, will be reason enough to endure the bureaucratic firestorm waiting below.”

“Ithael.” Slite blinked at the mention of his first name, but otherwise welcomed the other Falleen’s surrender of formality.

“Yes, Eldrik?” he replied.

“Thank you.” Eldrik locked eyes with Ithael, nodded, and then turned on heel toward the exit.

“Of course.” Moving to follow, his comlink beeped a muted tone. He retrieved the device from within the azure robes he’d donned for the upcoming formalities, and depressed a small button. “Ambassador Slite.”

“This is Republic Naval Command. Status?” Slite glanced back at the planet just before the door slid closed behind them.

“Captain Kuraine and I will be arriving within the hour.”

//Corruption detected //Parsing document //Imprisonment

Blood seeped from Ithael; from his brow, his shoulder, and both of his knees. He was suspended above a meter of water, helpless as the anomalous gravity of whatever planet he was on slammed him from one cell wall to the next, wearing him down for the impending interrogation. Trust no one. He knew better than to show his cards to another, especially so early in the game. Following the rise of the Galactic Empire, Ithael was relieved of his diplomatic attachment to Captain Kuraine’s fleet, and established himself as a double agent, working within the Imperial Senate as support for the various growing resistance movements. Betrayal never tasted so sour.

Now it just tasted like blood.

A door opened above him, and after a silence that dragged on for what seemed like decades, a voice echoed down the chamber: “Slite. Your turn.”

//Corruption detected //Parsing document //Beta

“…unconfirmed, however there are indications that the Shadowstone may have been infiltrated. The Libra is lost, and Ul-Yanin is without hope. We’ve sent agent Slite to the bridge to oversee your evacuation. Leave with him and Lord Commander Darius will execute the fleet’s retreat. Please, Your Majesty, protect yourself.” The link went dead.

Excellent timing Slite thought to himself as he stepped across the threshold separating the Command Corridor and the Bridge. Taking a final timed stride, Slite proceeded to kneel before his King. “Kuraine, your ship is ready. Let us depart.”

Kuraine waved Slite to his feet, and then smiled. “This time, Ithael, I cannot oblige.” Kuraine turned and walked, with all the regal composure of a King, leaving the bridge behind for an unoccupied tactical evaluation room. Ithael followed closely, his skin beginning to darken with anger. Once the doors sealed shut behind them, Kuraine took a deep breath.

“Your majesty…” Kuraine cut him off with a raised finger. Reaching into a pocket, the Falleen King pulled out an old and worn datachip, placing it in Ithael's hand. “What exactly...” Again, he was cut off by a call for silence.

The King tilted his head to the right, and then spoke with an unnerving slowness. “Take this, and leave aboard the ship you prepared for me. Do not ask questions, please, trust me.”

Ithael's chest burned with a desire to argue, but instead he closed his eyes. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

//Corruption detected //Parsing document //Countenance

Ithael leaned over the communication console, breathing with careful intentionality, waiting patiently for the comm systems to come online after six days of hyperspace travel. Finally. He keyed in the appropriate passcodes, and there it was, an emergency broadcast. Somehow, he already knew what it was going to tell him.

“…by Sith Lords at the Battle of Beta. Heir-apparent, Lord Admiral Bisz Aldaris is expected to address the Federation within the next 48 standard hours. *Static* This is an emergency broadcast to the Citizens of the Falleen Federation. His Majesty, King Eldrik Kuraine was killed by Sith Lords at the Battle of Beta. Heir-apparent, Lord Admiral Bisz Aldaris is expected...”

Ithael muted the broadcast.

The King is dead. So it begins.

See also