[The Survivors RPG] - Moff Azul

Hello There!

 

This is my entry for the “Warlord Challenge, Order 256”

 

I hope you enjoy it!

 

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Name: Azul

 

Imperial Officer Title: Moff Azul

 

Azuls Species: Near-Human

(Similar to humans, but members of these species have some differences with original human attributes and qualities)

 

Location: Outterrim, Moff Azul’s Imperial Star Destroyer

 

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Story:

 

Azul grew up as a poor farmer on the planet of Taanab, pulling weeds from a young age. His life’s forecast being dim and with nothing seeming to ever be able to change that.

 

-Until the Battle of Taanab-

 

That day had been a glorious one… for the Rebels. They had effectively put an end to the Pirate fleet which had been causing disturbances in the area, as well as casting a shadow of poor ideals on the prospecting goals of the Rebellion. All seemed fine, and it was, except for the impoverished farmer boy now left father and motherless at the age of fourteen.

 

Let me ask you a question?

 

Have you ever wondered where all those ships, thrown from the vacuum of space, a victim of others ion cannons, end up? Well, one of them was the reason Azul no longer had a family.

 

The ship could be seen plummeting through the planet’s atmosphere as Azul stared helplessly from the crop fields.

 

Although he had tried warning his parents who were in their cottage preparing dinner, although he had run his hardest to reach them, and although it was all in the name of a free future. No one would ever know the sacrifice his parents had made.

 

Now alone, Azul blamed the Rebels for his family’s death and used it to fuel his drive for revenge. Smuggling aboard a Corellian light freighter on track to Lothal, he made his way to the famed Imperial Academy located on the planet. Dedicated to his vengeance, he joined the Academy and rose the ranks, eventually graduating top of his class and given command of his own platoon.

 

Still not satisfied, he cheated, backstabbed, double-crossed, and betrayed, looking back only once and never more. His ambition carried him onward, eventually leading to his impressive promotion to Moff.

 

When faced with the fall of the Empire, he took off to the Outer Rim with what he could, a Star Destroyer and a fleet of his own. Now, under no management, he was free to do as he wished, and all he had ever wished had been to destroy the rebels. He was finally free… or so he thought.

 

Unbeknownst to the galaxy, An ember of the rebellion had been left in the air. A residue of the flame whose burning had caused his home to go up in flames and kindled his vocation in life.

 

When that ember landed it began a spark, a spark, which with a small breath, lit the fire known as The Survivors.

 

His job was not yet done, the screams of his parents again began to haunt him. There was no peace, there couldn’t be until The Survivors were extinguished, forever. Specifically the annoyance, the loud ones, the ones which would never stop talking of their supposed freedom and rights. Those especially, the Correllian ones whom The Survivors so-called “Ryder Squadron”. They were the ones he was after. Their annoyance needed to be silenced, permanently.

 

It was at this time that the transmission came in.

A naturally inquisitive person, Azul instructed the engineer to put it through.

 

Attentively Azul stared at the blue silhouette of the voice, a so-called Grand Moff Randine.

 

There was now a new order in play and it was time to carry it out.

 

“Execute Order 256”

 

 

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Thank You for reading! I pray you enjoyed the story and build. Thank You for all the love I have received as I have learned and grown in this community!

 

I look forward to seeing how the fire of The Survivors will blaze and how the plans involved in Order 256 will transpire.

 

-Long Burn The Survivors

 

May the force be with you and God Bless!

 

 

 

Done