Private A Prefsbelt Appointment

[Prefsbelt Commander]

FORTRES DOSUUN, PREFSBELT IV
POV: Maj. Rausgeber, Maxamillian Erwin
Orika

The shuttle ride to the secluded world of Prefsbelt IV was met by four separate identity verification checks from Prefsbelt Command security. From Prefsbelt Space Command, Prefsbelt Aeronautics Command, Prefsbelt IV Starfighter Command and finally Fortress Dosuun Executive Command. The ride was constantly shadowed by what seemed to be an entire wing of TIE Fighters. Even in orbit, through the myriad of highly armed vessels, bristling with armaments, past the gargantuan cues of cargo freighters laden with weapons produced and then through the web of turbolaser laden satellites. All of which seemed to turn and contort on the COMPNOR owned shuttle as it streaked through the upper atmosphere. The ride to their destination was of course classified. The pilots only provided on the spot information, telegraphed by remote transmissions.

As the shuttle streaked through the foggy canyons and valleys, their detination became slowly clearer. Telemetry picked it up. Sensor beacons, fighters, and then emplacements. As they flew closer and closer it became clear how large the facility was. The sensors aboard Security Bureau executive shuttle 'Viper' were simply incapable of not picking up all the signals. All the warnings of turbolasers were, incandescent. "Shuttle Viper," A voice drawled over the commlink, "This is Fortress Dosuun. You are cleared for landing at hangar six. I repeat, hangar six. Coordinates broadcast momentarily." The fog cleared for a moment, overlaying the 'Fort'. And it was gargantuan. Built into an entire mountain range, hundreds of small structures jut out, or were built onto or around it. Surrounded by a gargantuan field, hundreds toiled below, harvesting crops. The shuttle was forced to weave itself through the mountain range, watching as scores of gunship squadrons buzzed past and by.

The hangar, six, was built on the upper peak of a mountain. It was a smaller hangar, with a force of TIE fighters inside. The hangar itself was sparsely populated. Barring a squadron of the infamous Prefsbelt Stossjaeger, and a man. Chiss, by the looks. Attired in a black greatcoat, and beneath it, a crisp white uniform. Not of nominal New Imperial fashion no. More of First Imperial style of garb. As the ramp of the Venom extended, the man approached, backed by two of the ever loyal guards, in lock step. "Welcome Agent Oricka," The man announced, he was crisp, firmly attired gentleman, "To Fortress Dosuun." He proceeded within arm reach, and extended a hand to her, "I am Major Maxamillian Rausgeber." That name, carried some weight. But aslo curiosity as he was, well, a Chiss. "I trust your flight was pleasant." The Major continued, "However, before I can introduce you to our lovely goodies for your inspection, I will unfortunately be needing to run some security procedure past you." The man paused, and eyed her, coolly, "Alright with that?"

 

[Orika]

"A B S I N T H E"
Brirne'Orika'Lrizan
Fortress Dosuun - Prefsbelt IV
New Imperial Order ​

A sharp hiss emitted through the air as the hydraulics pushed the ramp down to settle upon the hanger's floor. The soft clicking of heels echoed in the area as an elegantly dressed Chiss woman of exceptional beauty began her descent. Orika gave a soft smirk at the Major's introduction, lowering her head politely and taking his hand in her own.

Oddly, the woman did not seem intimidated in the slightest by any name or titles the man had to present, nor was her curiosity too terribly piqued by his odd nomenclature. She never was one to pry, leaving things as they were and as they saw at first. Preferring to draw a person's story from their own lips with time and minimal encouragement.

At his words, she simply shrugged, giving a wide grin which caused a small dimple to form in her cheek. Quite frankly, she was simply relieved to finally be off the ship. It had been a tedious journey to this place, the winding and weaving causing her body incredible amounts of nauseating discomfort. Being a woman who typically arrived at places and remained there for some time when she did, all this travelling she'd endured during her short service for the New Imperial Order had still not quite agreed with her.

"By all means, I am happy to confirm or deny appropriately to whatever questions or requests you might possess. My interest has been piqued beyond adequate words in this place. Though, I must admit, I'm not entirely sure what it is one would be so keen to share." It was true, her intrigue went beyond idle business or amusement. It had been more than a slight struggle to get here in the first place. With as many security check points and extra precautions that were taken, surely whatever research the Major was conducting, it was both likely innovative and highly controversial. These were two things that always drew the crimson gaze of the vixen. Wherever something she had little knowledge of hid, she made it her priority to find and uncover it.

"I do hope my arrival has not imposed upon your schedule."

Prefsbelt Commander

 

[Prefsbelt Commander]

FORTRESS DOSUUN, PREFSBELT IV
POV: Maj. Rausgeber, Maxamillian Erwin
Orika

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"I assure you Agent, the security measures we have here will be minimally intrusive to your comfort." Rausgeber clicked his turquoise fingers, and one of the Stossjaeger produced a small box. Rasugeber clasped it, and opened it. Revealing a broach. Ornate. A red kyber crystal, with the Prefsbelt Command insignia inscribed within it. The Chiss officer clasped it out, and pinned it to her lapel, "This is just a security measure." He informed her, leaning in as he performed the task, "The nature of the work of this facility, amongst others is of course top secret. And there are sectors of this fortress, which are have delegated such measures to automatons." He paused, "It would be rather unsavoury to see such a, prime agent of our Empire experience such a demise." He quirked a brow at her, "No?"

"Please," Maxamillian offered her a smile, taking a step back and eyeing her, "We so often don't receieve guests. I think, my men," He gestured to the Stossjaeger, "Aside, the techs down below would be downright giddy to have someone outside of the Command to present their findings to." The man let his smile retreat, and turned it into a professional scowl, "Now, if you would follow me," he clicked his fingers, and the jackbooted guards turned heel, marching with him through the TIE hangar. Past the other Stossjaeger, clearly eyeing the shuttle with malice. "The nature of your visit to our humble abode," Rausgeber began, "Is very simple. With the Sith Empire now teetering on utter collapse, several research initiatives we have here will potentially be mothballed." The young man informed her, out of the hangar where the well twisted metal seamlessly met the carved stone of the greater fortress. Rausgeber proceeded to take his fellow Chiss through the warren of tunnels. Clearly dug to frustrate any enemy attempts at docking and storming the base. "My Father, the Admiral Regent would like to ensure these projects do not fall into a lack of funding."

"He will be of course meeting with you. Unfortunately, he is of course an extraordinarily busy man." Maxamillian continued to explain, "But he has of course authorised me to take you to some of the research. Not all. For your own safety of course." The Major extrapolated, "The reason you are here, as a representative of the ISB is simple." The younger Rausgeber mused, "Firstly, Father does not trust COMPNOR and its officers not to try and stymie, let alone get their hands too deep into the special projects division. Let alone any of your superiors, who may perhaps be politically inconvenient to house here." Maxamillian glowered. He too seemed to harbour that same venom toward them, "Secondly, you are a member of a recently formed branch, or subbranch of COMPNOR. And perhaps thirdly, it is this branch that may be able to adequately utilise what we have created here, to the best effect. For now."

There was some foreboding in that last statement. A glimmer of malice there, as Rausgeber lead her down a winding tunnel to what looked like an underground highway. Speeders, military and utility sped past this vast cavern, concealed in the heart of the mountain. Rausgeber gestured to a slate grey military speeder. One gunner, driver, and four passenger seats. The driver seemed to be of a separate branch, the infamous Prefsbelt Auxiliary. If the Stossjaeger were Rausgeber's own personal military, the Auxiliary were the paramilitaries who stuck their boots into ribs. "Please Agent, take a seat."

 

[Orika]

"A B S I N T H E"
Brirne'Orika'Lrizan
Fortress Dosuun - Prefsbelt IV
New Imperial Order
Prefsbelt Commander ​

Orika gave a pleasant grin at his mentioning of her comfort. She had been in much seedier areas, and much less comfortable environments, so truthfully the welcome was an almost comforting one. As he pinned the broach to her lapel, the sweet scent of lilac drifted from her form. Truly an intoxicating woman.

She gave another formal nod to his words in reference to her demise, though frankly she had little worries for her safety. Orika was untouchable in her mind, and not even the threat of highly advanced technology caused her to waver.

As he spoke, she listened intently, nodding every few words to acknowledge his explanation. The last part of their conversation piqued her interest, the hint of danger in his words drawing her attention in sincerity for likely the first time since she’d stepped off of the ship.

She let out a soft sigh, tilting her head in his direction, the tight-fitting uniform making her form all the more alluring. With an extended hand, she took the assistance of whomever might offer it, stepping onto the vehicle and taking a seat, one long leg folding over the other, her heeled leather boots glistening in the light.

“Hearing of resources that would benefit this extended branch as you know would appear most favorable. However, the usefulness of these assets is yet to be determined, as you’ve granted me little information. I am eager to see a display of your facilities...talents in action.” She pursed her red painted lips, her finger moving up to tap lightly against her lower lip. Those brilliant Chiss eyes of hers explored her surroundings, taking in the sights of the facility before turning back to him.

“I presume you have prepared an effective representation? I am one who prefers action over eloquent words, though the company is pleasant and appreciated."