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A Matter of the State [Contract/Dev]

Fiolette Fortan

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Weeks had passed since the destruction of the FIS Kuragin, and Fiolette felt none the better for having survived it all. Her black uniform crisp and without wrinkle, as she walked underneath the lights of the Imperial Palace. Hair pulled back into a bun, ribbons, and rank done according to regulations she held in her hand files from a project that her engineers had undertaken in the wake of the Kuragin's destruction. In the hours spent within the Warspite's hallowed halls, the ship had born witness to the destruction of one of Fiolette's prized engineering achievements. The Galidraan-class had been her hallmark and now the Kuragin was nothing more than shattered debris, and once more the deaths of many rested on her hands. Death had been but a friend in these recent years and lately she all but dared it to come for her again. Having sealed herself away within her own ready room, her eyes glued to the haunted space that had once been the FIS Kuragin's home.

Avalonia was a welcomed change certainly, but it still held more in the way of fear and insecurity for the Galidraani woman than any battle. Here she would be faced with the consequences of both the choices she made and the choices she did not make. It was all part of the process regardless of the battle's outcome, win or lose she would still have been summoned here. She knew not who she would face but knew enough that everything she said here could and would be used against her if necessary. A small simmering rage ran under the surface of her enigmatic expression. She'd been working diligently on the new Galidraan's blue prints, and if Kuragin had taught her anything - it was that there had been more than a few vital flaws in the station's blue prints. The thought of the station was merely a distraction from the insecurity she faced within, it was her fault at the end of the day for why it had all gone so wrong. She put that and more on her own shoulders, especially when the FIV Warspite continued to play interim sector command station. In her mind all she could see and all she could think of were the men and women who perished, the bodies she saw as they floated by the viewports.

The violent wreck of the Kuragin, one moment it jumped into hyperspace and the next it was ripped out of hyperspace. The station having already been stressed simply could not take it. Fiolette hung on within a stairwell for dear life, while the team of engineers that had been with her, had not been so lucky. She passed by office, after office, and turned a corner heading into a small conference room. Her hand against the door as she opened it and stepped inside, unsure of what or who to expect. All Fiolette knew was that this day had been coming, and it had been coming for her ever since the Kuragin splintered into pieces. If this war with the Galactic Alliance had taught her anything it was this; she had to do better, she had to be better at everything.

[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Dante Calgar"]
 
skin, bone, and arrogance
"Is she in the building?" Natasi asked as she leaned over her desk, putting her signature to several pages requiring her assent. She reviewed the stack, noticing a missed initial and jotted it quickly.

Clémence stood in the doorway, nodding. "Yes, ma'am. She's on her way to the conference room now on twenty-eight."

Natasi collected the pages, shuffled them into a folder and walked over to the door, handing them to her private secretary. Natasi wore a navy tailored suit, jacket unbuttoned to show a tie-necked white blouse, her Balance pendant hanging on a silver chain around her throat, with a First Order emblem lapel pin and her rank cylinder badge. Her hair was styled to frame her face attractively, curling inwards towards her neck at the bottom. She was not looking forward to this meeting -- not just because she didn't like being reminded of the Kuragin debacle.

The truth was, she didn't care for her aunt. There may have been a time, had [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] not changed -- of course, even that wasn't guaranteed, as the navy woman didn't seem willing to give Natasi the time to properly absorb her re-entry into the family. Technically, Fiolette should have been the matriarch of the family, but having been disowned, it fell to Natasi. Her role in the First Order complicated things, and Natasi's resentment at the way she basically abandoned her children made dealing with her feel unsavory. Still, it needed to be done, she supposed.

She paused outside the conference room, dark eyes closing for a moment as she steeled herself. Finally, she pushed the door open and entered. "Grand Admiral," she said coolly, taking a seat at the opposite end of the table. "Thank you for making the time."

[member="Dante Calgar"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]​
 

Fiolette Fortan

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"Grand Moff," Fiolette said as straight-laced as she would have to anyone else.

The Grand Admiral while an outstanding commander, professionally. Her personal life and relationships left a lot of room to improve, but then she knew the moment she chose an ongoing career as a youthful woman over that of her aging self. She knew the prices that were to be paid. Her two youngest daughters were now left with the Grand Moff, their cousin. They were better for it Fiolette gathered, one could not achieve greatness and maintain the sight of family. She knew that now, and for this perhaps the Galidraani woman surmised made her a terrible person. The now brunette woman made note of her niece's apparel and just as brilliantly as her cylinders shined. So too, did Fiolette's own rank glisten within the light of the conference room. "You are most welcome," she finally said after a few moments of a rather tense and uncomfortable silence.

"We've put together a reconstruction of the Kuragin's trajectory, and worked backwards from the moment of detonation," the unofficial term for the station went boom. "There was a secondary explosion with in the main core, surveillance pulled from the station moments prior to the hyperspace jump note a battle between two force users. We've sent their images to the FOSB for identification, the secondary explosion occurred moments into the hyperspace jump. Seconds before the pulse mass mines and gravity mines grabbed the Kuragin from its would-be hyperspace jump. That in conjunction with an already weakened hull from both the Galactic Alliance's boarding pods that caused the initial depressurization but as well as internal charges that had been set off early on in the attack. Led to the Kuragin's ultimate demise, even at full strength our simulations show she only had an eleven percent chance at surviving."

Fiolette as she spoke laid out her files for the Grand Moff, and handed over at least two manilla folders all of it written in the old Galidraani hand. Secondary files and notes transcribed into basic were also provided, "the FIV Warspite continues to serve as a sector command station until a new sector command station can be constructed." More notes, more files, but she suspected that the Grand Moff would not be the only one to appear today. And she suspected the questions would be hard and thorough with regards to the demise of the Kuragin. Good men and women were aboard the station, none of them deserved their fate. Her facial expressions throughout had been steeled, years of training, years of service had left her with a rather even tone in situations such as these.

[member="Dante Calgar"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"]
 
The FIV Kuragin exploded on the screen of the DataPad in the metal warrior's hands. Head tilted as the Sith Lord carried himself to the small conference room where he was destined to be. From what he could understand, the hyperspace jump ripped the ship apart, due to the hyperspace impeding devices in system. There was a shaking of his head as he shut down the bright screen, the glint off of his helmet's visor disappearing as his arm rotated back to place it into the small of his back.

There was a time when the Sith Lord wore the typical uniform of high ranking officials, but since acquiring the rank of Field Marshal, and later Supreme Commander, his armour was all that had ever been seen by the outer world.

The stormtroopers fought as a single face, they all looked the same.

Unity. Strength. They were one and the same.

His suit of armour, obviously differing from the stormtrooper armour worked to remove the human aspect when viewed by his peers. For all intents and purposes, he had a heart of ice, if one at all. His decisions came from a place of pragmatism, and practicality. Yet, there was also a degree of recklessness in his commands, proof of the youth of the being that led the military.

Stygian cloak flowed as he passed through the doorway to see that their little gathering had already begun.

Papers on the table, and entering at an apt time to hear the last words of [member="Fiolette Yvarro"].

"I imagine you've been hard at work on the Warspite since," He started, the armoured figure moving much more smoothly than one would've thought possible. He didn't take a seat however as he stepped some distance off to the side and behind [member="Natasi Fortan"]. "The Kuragin, and stations like her were excellent additions for the security of the Order," phrik arms raised up to cross his chest. "Your work was commendable, yet the station's internal security systems were less so." From consoles being sliced into, even isolated ones, to actual walls being breached was... An oddity to the Sith Lord, a problem that he was well aware the Grand Admiral was not the cause of.

"Your reports can be reviewed later." He stopped himself. "What are your plans to fix this issue?"
 

Fiolette Fortan

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And yet the station's internal security were less so.

Fiolette's eyes closed for a moment, she lost herself to the memories of Kuragin, to the days and nights she spent in healing after Castameer. To the battles of her life, and when she opened her eyes. An adjustment in their expression, piercing eyes took in the sight of the Supreme Commander in his armor. The voices of the past, the whispers of ghosts that spoke in her ear. She shifted her gaze away from the Commander and down to the papers, to the folders and notes. A vacant expression and the room became so still you swore you heard the sound of the other rooms nearby. The brunette's head rose and once more her changed her focus, this time she looked directly at the Supreme Commander and answered him plain as day, "do better."

Admiral, you had to have known this would have been a tempting target for the Alliance.

Commodore Rashad, with all du-

No, you're going to sit down and listen, Admiral, with all due respect, ma'am.

"A new design has been drawn up using the old Zakuul Fortress as an aesthetic," her voice didn't crack but beneath her confidence laid the undertones of despair. "Reactive plating, detachable outer hull." She paused a moment as her eyes swept between the Supreme Commander and the Grand Moff. Her jaw clenched and her hands pulled the notes for the new station's design beneath their grip. The sound of papers, crushed in her hands could be heard as they scraped against the desk. Once more her eyes shut tight and the memories of her days as a young officer with the Atrisian Empire crept back into her mind.

Fortan! What are you doing?

Shutting it down, if I don't this entire thing is gonna blow and us with it!

Fortan, stand down! That's an order, this thing is going to blow whether or not it's down. This is beyond saving, Ensign. Go, get into the escape pod now.

Captain? Captain, no, we can save this ship. We can -

No, it's over. Just, just do me a favor. Remember this day, remember this battle and remember no matter how the enemy might crush us. We will reignite, we will return and we will make this right. Now go! Get out of here!

"We're working closely with Seinar-Jaemus on creating a new engine," the Admiral swallowed hard, "not hyperspace capable." She added with an even tone, her eyes had softened but she maintained her bearings. "The Destron ten mark five, actually. An ion engine which brings us to ionic shielding." Fiolette drew in a deep breath and as she exhaled, the woman continued. "We've also taken a deep look at the software on the Galidraan. When it was initially conceived we had very little in the way of our own and since Kuragin. My staff and I have been working around the clock, we've developed three new networks."

She pulled the folders and notes from her hands and turned them around. Fiolette passed them to the Grand Moff, "the first was inspired by the Huginn Biocomm Network. Originally made by Kiribian Systems Armory, and while there is no official contract with the company. The owner needed to test bed the system and we needed a biocomm network, and now, now that I... We, we've had a better look at it." She leaned over and grabbed her briefcase and set it on the table. Carefully the Admiral opened it up and pulled out the neurogel pack with a metal clip at one end. Fiolette handled the pack quite delicately, "this is what we've called neurogel, as you can see it has delicate fibers that run from the stem that's attached to this interface." The Galidraani woman sets the pack down carefully and points to the metal clip, "this part goes here."

Fiolette turned to her brief case and grabbed a metal rack, it was not very large but sizable enough for the demonstration. "These delicate fibers and hairs mimic the human brain. And more importantly, work with heuristic processors. The fibers use the gel, which is made with electrofrost plasma, or EFP. The byproduct of our own Crystal Fused Engine which uses permafrost crystals and makes Frost plasma."

A slight pause as she looked over at the gelpack.

Commodore.

Admiral.

Commodore Rashad, I promise you - this...

What? Won't happen again? Don't make promises you can't keep.

I will make this right. I can fix this.

Her eyes closed to blink and Fiolette swore she could feel the souls of those now gone. The burden of the dead weighed heavily upon her shoulders, and she swore to herself that she would never surrender. She did not surrender on Castameer, she did not yield on Rutan and she would not stop now. Lessons from Kuragin had been learned, and they had been learned from the harshest of teachers; reality.

"This, this little gelpack is able to not only process information faster but it's able to handle a larger set of data." She paused a moment as she pulled her hands back into her lap, leaving the gelpack on the table. "My staff, and I - took the Huginn Biocomm Network, took it apart. It takes twelve science frigates to run in just one sector, which is just unacceptable, and this, this can be installed on all of our ships. Expanding our network, and giving us our security." Fiolette then added, "it can also run the other two networks that we've been building, the first which is the Emergency Hyperwave Transmission Network, and the second is our Interstation Command Network."

"Faster response times and a real-time tracking system are imparted with the new EHTN. FIMS will not only be able to get to where they need to go faster, but we'll also be able to evacuate and notify our own with evacuation updates a lot faster. Using the new gelpacks that are, our ships become networked in a way that they hadn't before. A wireless, hyperwave network allowing ships across sectors to talk with each other as if they were face to face. Which, leads me to the Interstation Command Network, a set of redundancy codes from the Integrated Fleet Command Network, this time - built into the new stations. This, this gives us the ability to keep our sector command networks going, should... the worst come to pass." Again. Any personal feelings she had were pushed to the side and as she placed her hands on the table. The woman laid them flat palms against the surface, "we've called an order of sixteen total stations. Eight of them to replace the current aging set, the other eight are expanded to include our new territory and as reserves, so we can push out a new station either to a new sector or to replace a lost one."

You can crush my heart into embers, but I will reignite.

[member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"]

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Progflaw99

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"Interesting proposal - Grand Admiral."
The voice was soft, almost out of place in such a somber setting. Dante Calgar, the Minister of Security had slipped into the room as she'd been speaking. He hadn't been present during the conflict, his knowledge of it entirely second and even third-hand but to say he didn't understand the event even stitched together from reports would be a falsehood. Intelligence was his trade, it was something he knew well and something he truly did understand. The Grand Admiral proposed technology changes, upgrades, new systems - but failed to sate his thirst for progress. Technology was a wonderful gift, assisting both soldier and spy alike but this? This wasn't merely a technological disadvantage they'd encountered, nor a lack of sufficient technology. No, the problem was much more complex than that, one of the most glaring in his opinion was the lack of actionable intel prior to the assault. Should they not have known the enemy would brave the perils of space to attack them at the vital point? Either end of the Ison corridor had been expected, but Anoat? *Why?*

"What your suggestions fail to address is the distinct lack of actionable intelligence which could have prevented this assault in the first place."
He could feel the anger there, the frustration - but to anyone else he might as well have been on a walk by the ocean. Slowly he moved further into the room, sliding back the seat that had been empty till now. What he was to propose would require not only funding but a sizeable amount of effort from both the First Order's navy as well as more than a few concessions on their part as the First Order's Security Bureau was looking to embed more agents within the ranks of the official military. They would protest no doubt, no one liked to have 'Big Brother' watching them, but given the recent events across the First Order, something had to give.

"I would suggest we also include increased Bureau involvement in future designs as well as increased presence aboard high priority vessels and stations. We can't forget that half of the battle is in the knowing."
Moff Calgar gently seated himself at the table, nodding to the rest of those in attendance before adjusting the datapad in front of him. He was curious to see if any other changes were proposed.

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]
 

Fiolette Fortan

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Moff [member="Dante Calgar"] was right, more than right - and it was a question she thought to herself every other night. The Grand Admiral had been scorned, the images of Kuragin seared into her memories. "Of course, Moff Calgar." She acknowledged him without any hesitation, "I'll have the designs forwarded to the Bureau at once." She paused there a moment and let it the silence hang. She wondered during the attack the how's and the why's and as of yet, she not the answer but still tore into the plans of old. Redesigning her prized station to better encounter the Alliance, but it would only go so far. Naval Intelligence was what she typically relied on, and she could see now that she would have to broaden her horizons.

This wasn't the olden days of the Atrisian Empire, the One Sith or any other former and failed galactic power. There was a tension within the room that she couldn't quite place her finger on, except her own tablet. In which designs for the new Galidraan would be dispatched to the Bureau. She needn't inform the Moff that the FOSB held their offices on the old Galidraan station, just as they would on the new. Though she would still saddle herself with the fall of Kuragin nonetheless, and write out a note to herself with regards to inter-department communication. Central Command and the Bureau hadn't often spoken to each other, and if they had; she had kept in the dark, informed on events on a need-to-know basis. "Done."

Ensign Fortan, what happened on that ship? Where's the Captain?

He went down with the ship.

Wha- what?

He went down with the ship, we were outnumbered and outgunned. Life support failing and he-

I see.

The Grand Admiral remained silent her eyes focused on a small spot just past the Moff's head. Bearing in check as she awaited the next round of questions, a set of memories played through her mind just as they always did.

Why? Why, how did he not see it coming? Did he check any of his intelligence files?

I- I don't know. I don't know, sir.

There is a downed ship, with crew dead and missing and your best answer is I don't know? Fortan, what kind of officer are you?

I-

Walk with me, Ensign.

It had been a hard day aboard the Axanar and in the aftermath thereof, Captain Theodore Alexander had been perhaps one of the best men that she had ever known. Even to this day the lessons he had taught her remained true. The brunette only wished he still lived, sadly, all the good ones die young. Although she wondered what vessels would be considered high priority? Were they not all a priority? Were not all the lives within the First Order considered valuable. And soon the gears in her mind began to tick, she looked down at her datapad and swiped away at a few screens.

'Central Command Security Network'

"I might just have an answer for that," she said softly and in the direction of the Moff, "I had a look at the Mithril Security Network once or twice, could never make heads or tails of it. Yune's bloated programming was complete nonsense, and I had started to work on this. Perhaps your eyes might be better than mine, Moff Calgar."

She pressed send on the network's preliminary numbers. "It uses a set of encoders tied in with the Biocomm Network. Biorhythmic Hyperwave Network. An inter-department network, allowing the Bureau, and all branches of Intelligence to share information." A pause as she focused on the datapad and ran a few bits of information, "it would run in the back of the Biocomm Network utilizing a similar ping system that the EHTN uses. Without the proper biorhythmic key, there's no access to the data, meaning we can set up who can and cannot access the information."

"And I am open to any ideas you may have on improving the network."

It would be installed on all ships and stations as deemed fit by both Central Command the Bureau, of course. For the moment, the Grand Admiral nearly forgot the Grand Moff and the Supreme Commander, "and just so you all know what it is I've shared." She set up a display of the CCSN for everyone to see at the very least, "and because it would run through the back of our Biocomm Network, soldiers, sailor and starmen could be rerouted more efficently to hot zones when and where necessary at a more efficient rate."

[member="Dante Calgar"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]
 
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Natasi inclined her head as [member="Dante Calgar"] entered the room, casting his barb about actionable intelligence as he did so. She canted her head to one side, dark eyes studying the man from her perch at the head of the table, and smiled politely as he approached. "Indeed," said the Grand Moff. "We will be expecting a much better showing from the Bureau in future endeavors. To state that the Supreme Leader was displeased with the fate of the FIV Kuragin would be an understatement." This was, strictly speaking, not necessarily true. She didn't think the Supreme Leader gave half a damn for the civilians and military that died there.

That's what he pays me for, Natasi thought dryly. "As a consequence, the Ministry of Defense -- and my office -- will be keeping an eye on this project." The last thing she needed was Calgar sneaking something in under the wire, some advantage, some espionage system, something. And she wouldn't put it past him. "Proceed, Grand Admiral."

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]
 
The Supreme Commander knew little when it came to the inner workings of the Galidraans and specifically the Kuragin. They had been signed off by someone other than him, long before he had become the face of the military. His arms rose as he paced back and forth as the Grand Admiral answered his question in spades. He nodded slowly before golden orbs swept across the room to settle on the Security Minister entering.

The smoothest of rats amongst those in the Moff Council.

"Before we get ahead of ourselves," he said before the Grand Admiral had the opportunity to speak, the Sith Lord circled from around [member="Natasi Fortan"] to walk towards [member="Dante Calgar"], cybernetic hand raising to scrape across the back of the chair he sat. "I'll remind the Minister that the Alliance passed through the Ison Corridor, where at the entrance, so to speak, the Kuragin possesses no jurisdiction," he said before the metal hand set on the table beside the Moff. "The only thing that could've truly prevented this assault was us knowing... Intelligence." The Sith Lord straightened, hand dragging across the table to disappear in a clasped position behind his back.

"That is... Your department, is it not Moff Calgar?"

His helmet swept back around to settle on the Grand Admiral.

"My department will handle the assignment of permissions," and his head swept around to the Grand Moff with a tip of his head, "With the Grand Moff's review and approval of course."

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
 

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