Recent content by Merian Sere

She was silent a second, giving the unexpected question proper thought. It surprised her the Grand Marshal would ask her of all people. A knight-captain though she was, Merian wasn’t exactly top brass, nor the most privy to the state of the Imperial navy and forces as a whole. “It depends,”...

“Knight Thel’riss, come in. I did,” she said. Then she noticed the armor as he entered and gave a slight frown. “Were you expecting a fight?” she added, too deadpan to betray her amusement. The knight-captain was herself wearing the white dress uniform, with the crimson cape neatly hanging...

“So predictable,” Merian tutted. “And vain. The team never made it anywhere.” That was the last straw. Perhaps this was the moment the Nautolan accepted he was going to die. The knight’s lightsaber activated like to answer his suspicions. “So useful then, and so useless now,” she continued...

Imperial Knight Headquarters, Raxus 162 ABY Merian had the distinct feeling this office had been Kalique’s, before she was appointed Lord Commander. Not that she would know; she’d never visited it, surprising as it was. When they weren’t awkward chance encounters at larger events, their...

Merian took ‘at ease’ for what it was—an order. Her stance eased up as she slipped out of attention, but little more. She would never relax fully in the presence of a superior, let alone the de facto most important man in the Empire. “The Empire deserves nothing less, Sir. To meet your...

City Center, Raxus 162 ABY It was half an hour later and Merian hadn’t found time to breathe. Between the orders and the coordination, seeing to her own troops’ wellbeing and the transportation of prisoners, it wasn’t much less running around than the battle itself. The whole of Raxus was...

Merian motioned for the Imperial troops to stand down—for now. She hadn’t stopped walking towards the now-stationary skiff, slowly and confidently closing the distance. “You’re in no position to make any sort of demands,” she shot back. “Unconditional. Hospitality will be granted at the...

Merian felt her saber bite just before the violent blast pushed her away, crashing her into the crates behind her and knocking the wind out of her, though her Knight armor protected her well enough against mundane impacts like this one. As she reeled, she wasted no time assessing the...

Kyp’s mistake was ignoring the closer threat. On the battlefield, waiting to coordinate an attack with a specific shot was a luxury rarely afforded. As he faced the farther Magnus waiting on the perfect timing for his rocket, Merian pounced with a Force-assisted leap that would land her on the...

Merian and her knights swooped towards the Hutt backline like hawks, stuck as the invaders were between the forces from the outside and the Capitol building’s defenders. Farther up on main street, Knight-Captain Tumi did the same against the Hutt tanks, hoping to disrupt their advance and the...

Raxus. They’d come for Raxus. A move so deranged as to be unexpected. Slugs were never known for their intelligence, that was true, but the fact that they threw the bulk of their fleet at the Imperial capital without first whittling down the Imperial war machine or capturing perimeter worlds...

Theme For someone who’d offered her hand, Merian was almost surprised that he took it. Kellan’s hand was warm, warmer than hers, and as she held it and held his eyes Merian felt these butterflies rise up in her, like those first few times after she’d fallen for Maros. She felt guilty for each...

“Half a dozen locations at once,” Merian added. “The captain’s right. And all else hasn’t failed.” Not yet, anyway. Time was running out. “Captain Solari can fight. I need you with me for the blueprints, the doors,” she told the lieutenant. “ISB matters. It’s true, they’ll be looking for...

“Rowan,” she said, slowly, in that same empty voice. She’d have forgotten in an hour. “Thank you.” Too early to tell if really she meant it, but for now, it felt like the right thing to say. Then Merian passed out again. @Nefieslab @Sreeya

On the Wildcard The cold hit her before the relief, and for a moment Merian was elsewhere. “No, no,” she protested, barely above a whisper. Her limbs tightened. “I need my drysuit. I hate cold water.” Her incoherent speech illustrated the haze the knight was in. But after a few seconds...