Among the Dead (FO Dominion of the Dead Nebula and Vortusa)

[Krayn]

Among the Dead​

Spoiler

Tier 2 dominion

Scenarios.

#1: Construction of Giants
The Supreme Leader has decreed the construction of a massive space station in the middle of the Dead Nebula with the intents of it being used for secret construction and research programs. Under the watchful eye of Moff @Ileris Sonn, director of research and development the station is nearing completion in orbit above the planet Virsun.
Along with the heavy labour force brought in by Sienar-Jaemus Fleet Systems the First Order have dispatched a heavy Stormtrooper and civilian workforce to process the completion of the station faster.
Aid with the construction of the Station, including structural and system installation.

#2: Press the Red Button
A large garrison of Stormtroopers and other Imperial First Order representatives have been moved onboard the nearly completed station in order to prepare it for launch day, among these are those trained for systematic testing of the station’s improved training facilities.
Enjoy the simulators, have some down time and don’t worry about that red button that says do not press.

#3: Native issues.
A giant space station being built in secret above planets in your system always brings about worries. Hence why the diplomats of the First Order have been dispatched to the planets of the Dead Nebula and Vortusa. Naturally hostility has come against these agents of the First Order but orders are to convince the natives that the big false moon is of no real threat.

#4: BYO
You know the drill. Just theme it around the construction as this entire thread will be a development thread as well as a TIER 2 Dom.

In the orbit of Virsun…

“The Supreme Leader has requested we double our efforts.” The First Order representative stated to the white clad Moff who was viewing the ice covered planet beneath them. “He wants us fully operational by the end of the month.”

Ileris sighed inside, making sure it wasn’t visible to the officer. “As the Supreme Leader pleases. However we will need more men.” A construction craft shot passed the view screen in front of him, blocking the image of planet momentarily. “Another thousand will have us ready by the end of the month.”

“I shall organise two then?” The aide stated with a smile.

“Your learning well.” Ileris turned to the aide and moved slowly towards him. “Request two thousand and bring in the last shipment from Ryloth.”

“Of course Sir.” The aide saluted, a trend starting to take hold among the First Order government by its lesser members. Not that Ileris minded.

“Good.” The Moff turned back to the viewport and stared out at the planetary and space backdrop, if the Supreme Leader wanted the station ready then by damn he would have it ready. He just needed to twist the pressure a bit.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Name: Carlyle Rausgeber
Objective: Arriving for guard duty.
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: No one...yet.
Location: Bridge of the Vindicator, coming out of lightspeed.

Carlyle shielded his eyes with his arms as he felt the ship jolt. The bright blue light that signified the end of a hyperspace jump always made his eyes burn. It had become a bit of a joke among the Vindicators crew. When Carlyle returned to his normal, erect pose. "Still seeing alright?" A technician asked with a chuckle.

Carlyle shook his head, and walked towards the viewpoint. "Not yet, still have some time left before blind." he mused. He turned back to the offending technician with a grin. "Now, I want comms online, alert the construction site that the next guard shift has arrived." the captain commanded, before turning back to the viewport. He looked at Virsun, and smiled. He admired ice planets, the beauty and simplicity they held.


They were some distance away. Far enough that Carlyle could watch the whole planet, and barely see the husk of what was being constructed. "Alright lads, and ladettes. Take us in for a closer look. I want to be within a couple of miles of that thing, and we'll have the Pride." Carlyle ordered, his voice was cold, and cutting.

"Will do Captain." The helmsman called from the crew pit, "Setting course."

((A bit of music as well))

https://youtu.be/agu9nwFcXMs?t=2m38s

 

[Samka Derith]

Post 1
Name: Samka Derith; undercover as Lissanna Phyron
Objective: 3. Native Issues
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: Any who get in the way
Location: The Fortress, capitol of Cir, Dead Nebula system



Today she was Lissanna Phyron, the shy, innocent daughter of Ambassador Phyron here to assist her father and learn from his work. She was wearing a long formal dress which complimented her appearance and hid the lightsaber strapped to her leg. Undercover work was needed on Cir due to the local hostilities. The local leadership had permitted diplomatic meetings but any sight of First Order military units or Knights of Ren would be treated as an act of war and any war, no matter how easy it would be to crush these meddlesome little rats, would bring galactic attention to the region and thus to the the secret construction above.

Sam wondered what exactly they were building here, the information was highly confidential and she was not yet senior enough to know. All she knew was that it would hold some kind of R&D but this far away from prying eyes meant it must be special indeed and she would do anything to ensure its successful construction.

"Lissanna, don't be rude, girl. Come make introductions." Ambassador Phyron summoned her over to the Cir security detail blocking the entrance to the Government building. This building looked like some sort of cathedral, it was now run down and had certainly seen better days but Sam could appreciate the architecture regardless.

"I'm sorry father!" She skipped towards them, holding her dress up as she did. "I was caught up in the tragic beauty of this city. You people have suffered so much," she said sympathetically and curtsied at the guards.

The highest ranking guard pulled out a scanner, "We just have to be sure none of you have any tricks. We know what you First Order types are like," he grumbled and started scanning Ambassador Phyron.

Samka glanced at the other guards, one of which was a middle aged woman who was unsubtly starring at the most handsome male member of the First Order's diplomatic mission. Perfect. It betrayed a lack of emotional control and thus the ideal candidate.

Phyron was given the all clear but as the guard moved towards her, Sam feigned surprise. "Oh? Myself as well? I don't... This isn't how you're supposed to do it. I must be scanned by another woman! Scans give away details of... intimate details of a woman's body," she allowed a blush to cover her cheeks.

The guard snorted as he responded, "No special treatment here, I scan you or you don't go in."

"No!" Sam squealed in false terror and started to wag her finger at the man then turned to her target. She reached out to touch the female guard's mind with the force, disguising her gesture as scolding the male guard in front of her and her command as a plea. "You have to scan me instead and then you can tell them I'm unarmed!"

The male guard raised a brow as his colleague snatched the scanner but otherwise did not question it. "I have to scan you instead," the woman repeated, followed by "she is unarmed" once scanning was complete.

Soon enough the entire delegation were through without incident. This should be the easy part for her. The others would do the talking and all she had to do was stay alert for danger which was unlikely to take place. She followed 'her father' through the buildings long, decaying halls settling into her current role as a glorified bodyguard.

 

[Visser Chernykh]

Post 1
Objective Four: Survive
Approaching Vortusa

The arctic swamps of Vortusa loomed before the landing craft. Mael Ren studied the planet as if it were an enemy. He could see the snowstorms swirling over the boggy ground. This place would be his enemy.

This was a test. The Supreme Leader had made it clear. He was to survive for several days on this icy hellhole. He would be given minimal provisions to do so.

He'd been provided with a suit of heavy clothing. There too were three days rations including water purification tablets. Mael had a signal flare and three glow rods. Also his lightsaber, and crucially, the Dark Side.

In the conditions below that wouldn't be nearly enough food. He'd have to hunt and forage. That meant risking encounters with local predators. Even more dangerous were the possibilities of cold and wet.

Mael Ren considered all of this as they drew closer. He'd draw upon all his training and experience. To do so meant his survival. Failure would mean death.

But failure was weakness. Weakness was death. If he failed he'd deserve to die. Mael Ren would be left here in disgrace.

He wouldn't fail.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Virsun
Post: 1/22
Allies: [member="Ileris Sonn"]
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Construction of giants

"Merrily, open a channel to Moff Sonn"

"Channel open"

"Moff Sonn, this is Dunames Lopez from the Maersk of Lanteeb. We have a shipment of 2,000 prisoners from Jiroch-Reslia as well as a shipment of 150,000 tons of hypermatter from Sump. What else would you need Star Tours to ship to Vortusa? Alusteel? Damotite? Permacrete? Starship or station components?"

"Prepare the docking sequence"

The very same Maersk of Lanteeb that was used to raid Kuat as organized by the Maersk of Lanteeb's builder, Ringovinda StarYards. Looks like it was converted back on Coruscant to be partially used for passengers and, when it landed on Jiroch-Reslia, thousands upon thousands of coffins were unloaded. Then again, it was the first Coruscant service of the Moonlight Monument; the first service often attracted more people than subsequent flights. The post-landing sequence of the Maersk of Lanteeb on Jiroch-Reslia looked like a military body-bag ceremony, where the families of the deceased would claim the fallen's coffins with the honors of war. And then the AT-AT barge Dunames used to go on Jiroch-Reslia has been dispatched to Coruscant for additional services, even though by now many AT-AT barges were used by Star Tours for short-haul services like Dosuun-Lipsec or Dosuun-Bespin.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Location: Orbit of Virsun and the construction site.
Post: 2
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Anyone who looks at him strangely.

"We are in orbit sir," The helmsman reported, "Any further orders?" he asked.

"None for you ensign." Carlyle said, turning to the opposite crew pit, "Has the Pride managed to reach it's defensive position?" he asked.

"No sir, the Pride is still a few degrees out of alignment," The radar technician informed him, "Shouldn't be waiting too long now."

"Tell the Pride, and our TIE crews to be on standby. If the Mando's or Sith forbid the Galactic Alliance jump out at us, I want them to be primed and ready." Carlyle ordered.

"Will do sir, we'll put all crews on standby." An officer called from another crew pit.

"Good, good," Carlyle said, "I best be off to communicate our arrival. I presume I should discuss things with our gracious host. Hold this defensive pattern here Lieutenant Marg, don't let anything surprise us." And with that, Carlyle turned and walked off of the bridge, down towards the communications centre.

Once in the suite, he began preparing comms, to contact [member="Ileris Sonn"]. When he was finally happy with the way it'd project him, he starred into the hologram capture camera. Waiting, and ready to grant the commander a status report of where his fleet currently resided.

 

[Miles Cormin]

Name: Miles Cormin
Objective: 2, Press the Big Red Button. Secondary Objective: Supplementary Marksmanship Evaluation
Allies: The First Order, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
Enemies: No one...yet.
Location: On approach to the station aboard troop transport Aurek-1

Miles Cormin was a soldier. He what he was supposed to do, when he was supposed to do it, with no complaint and to the best of his ability. Still, he could help but feel a sense of dread as the still-under-construction space station loomed in the viewports of the troop transport that was carrying him and his company to the station. Images of burning men and destroyed ships flashed in his mind and he shook his head violently to clear it. Now would be a bad time for one of his panic attacks.

"Attention, First Order defensive fleet," the pilot of the transport said, "This is troop transport Aurek-1 requesting permission to dock."

Miles finally cleared his head and checked his equipment. He was going back to training. He didn't have to worry about combat or death, at least for a few weeks.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Location: Orbit of Virsun and the construction site.
Post: 3
Allies: First Order [member="Miles Cormin"]
Enemies: Anyone who looks at him strangely.

"This is star destroyer Vindicator here, please hold your position while we evaluate your position and run you through our scanners.." a technicians voice commanded. The intercom shut off, and the technician turned to Lieutenant Marg, "Sir, we have a transport hoping to land in our hangar bay."

"I'll alert the commander," Margs replied, "Run their code, and do some prelim scans, the Captain will know what to do."

Carlyle was busy ensuring his uniform wasn't full of creases when the door to the communications room hissed open. The captain jumped with a fright, and scowled at Margs. "Lieutenant, you gave me a bloody heart attack you mongrel!" He snarled, "Why aren't you at the bridge?" He asked.

"Sir, we've received a request from a troop transport, they want to land," Margs said, "Sorry about the fright there as well." he added briefly afterwards.

"Consider this a test of your judgement lieutenant." Carlyle said sardonically, "Now piss off." The lieutenant nodded, and walked back to the bridge.

"What did the old man say?" The technician asked.

"Nothing," Margs said "Leave it to our judgement."

"And what does your judgement say?"

"What was the report from your scanning?" Margs asked.

"Innocent enough. It's just a stormtrooper company." he said, "Shall we give them the all clear signal?"

"Give them the all clear." Margs said, returning to the viewport, gazing out into construction site.

"This is Vindicator. Aurek-1, you have permission to dock in bay three," The technician said, "We'll be lowering hangar bay shields for you momentarily."

 

[Miles Cormin]

Name: Miles Cormin
Objective: 2, Press the Big Red Button. Secondary Objective: Supplementary Marksmanship Evaluation
Allies: The First Order, Carlyle Rausgeber
Enemies: No one...yet.
Location: Docked aboard Vindicator

When the troop transport landed, Miles stood and followed the rest of his unit out of the transport. The company commander turned to him. Miles was currently the company first sergeant, and would be expected to get the men squared away.

"They're yours first sergeant," the commander said, "I'm going to clear approach to the station with the captain."

"Yes sir," Miles said, saluting. The commander left the company, heading for the bridge.

"Company, fall in!" Miles said. The hundred-odd stormtroopers followed his directions precisely.

"At ease," Miles continued, "Double check your gear and stand-by." AS the stormtroopers were carrying out their orders, the commander had reached the bridge. He located the person who seemed to be in-charge, a lieutenant.

"Lieutenant, my men need to get to the station," he said, "Weapons training evals. We need clearance to approach."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 1/22
Bring Your Own Objective (Operation Whinging Fury)

The Frontrunner was running smooth and silent, as always, as it hurtled through lightspeed towards its destination in the Dead Nebula. Standing behind the control center was Sioux Chambers, conversing quietly with the communications officer. Across the bridge, the navigations officer declared in a clipped Imperial accent: "Reverting to realspace in five -- four -- three -- two -- reversion!" Sioux turned, taking an involuntary breath as the ship gave a very subtle shift, the mottle of hyperspace turned to starlines turned to stars. Sioux turned to the communications officer again. "Open a priority channel to the Vindicator, signal three two seven." Sioux waited until the communications officer from the other ship appeared on the viewscreen.

"Greetings. This is Sioux Chambers, Principal Private Secretary to Moff Fortan aboard the First Order diplomatic frigate Frontrunner, requesting landing clearance," Sioux said calmly, nodding for the communications officer to transmit their security codes and flash the transponder. With the pleasantries exchanged, the pilot began to guide the Consul-class frigate towards the Vindicator. Sioux left the bridge and walked down to the conference room, where she found her boss, [member="Natasi Fortan"], talking in hushed tones with a member of the medical team. When she looked more closely, Sioux saw that the medical officer was holding Natasi's wrist and had an injector pressed to her forearm. Natasi looked up when Sioux entered; the medical officer quickly drew back, storing his injection applicator in his white coat pocket and smiling tightly at Sioux. "Ms. Chambers."

"Dr. Iteol," Sioux responded calmly. Iteol leaned closer and whispered a few more things to Natasi, who was surreptitiously trying to tug the sleeve of her dress down. After a few moments, Iteol left, tipping his non-existent hat at Sioux on the way out, leaving them quite alone. Natasi picked up her briefcase and walked around the table towards Sioux. "Are we cleared for landing?" asked Natasi.

"Yes, ma'am. What was Dr. Iteol doing? Are you well, Natasi?"

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 2/22
Bring Your Own Objective (Operation Whinging Fury)
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Sioux Chambers"] | First Order

Natasi stifled a whimper as the needle bit into her pale flesh, and half-turned her head as the door opened behind her back. She silently cursed; Sioux hadn't been meant to see this. Dr. Iteol understood this as well; he stood back quickly and dropped the injector into his pocket, nodding over the table at Sioux. "Ms. Chambers." Natasi heard her chief adviser return the greeting, and then Iteol leaned forward and murmured into her ear: "The remaining doses are in your bag, and of course, they'll be able to synthesize more." Natasi nodded and said, "Very good. Thank you, Doctor." The doctor collected his bag and left Natasi alone with Sioux. Natasi turned to Sioux. "Are we cleared for landing?"

"Yes, ma'am. What was Dr. Iteol doing? Are you well, Natasi?"

"Perfectly well," Natasi said dismissively, tugging at the hem of the sleeve of her dress. "All is well. Shall we?" She handed her briefcase to Sioux. "Do not misplace this," she said sternly, then pulled her ankle-length uniform coat on over her dress, then working her hands into a pair of leather gloves. They walked through the ship to the exit ramp and then walked down the ramp -- to what kind of reception, Natasi couldn't know.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

((Theme for the arrival: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8-zHJ0V0oI&list=PLUAVzwxmy-OglMiexk831CXdXgC561RgB&index=2))

Location: Orbit of Virsun and the construction site.
Post: 4
Allies: First Order Miles Cormin and [member="Sioux Chambers"]
Enemies: A-holes who land in his hangar bay with no notice.

Lieutenant Margs looked at the screen slightly horrified. He now was sure he had a reason to bother Carlyle now. "Get them to bay three. You," He pointed to the fighter command officer, "Alert bay three foreman we've got another arrival, I want the stormtroopers ready and waiting for the Moffs arrival."

"Understood lieutenant." The officer replied. Margs ran from the bridge to the comms suite.

"Sir, we have a problem." Margs breathlessly groaned.

"What is it this time?" Carlyle asked, glaring at his subordinate. "If this is some other ship requesting to land I'll have to-"

"Sir," Margs interupted, "It's Moff Fortan, they're docking right now." Carlyle's eyes widened, and he went a little pale. All officers went that way when there were inspections, and Carlyle was no different. The older man grabbed his cap from atop a console, and put it on.

"I best be down to meet her," Carlyle said, dashing out of the communications centre, "You remain in command until I return."

"Yes captain!" The lieutenant saluted.

In the hangar bay, the foreman in charge began barking orders. "Come one now, move. We need to make it all look nice and neat." The officer looked at the stormtroopers, "Any way you could make yourselves look any nicer? We have a VIP here in minutes." Carlyle strode in from the turbolift, panting from the run. He watched as the frigate docked, running to where its docking ramp would collapse. The stormtroopers moved into a phalanx formation, and stood tall like they were to be inspected.

Carlyle waited as the stormtroopers formed themselves up, and raised his hand to his head, saluting. He waited for the ramp to depressurise before talking. "Moff Fortan, what an unexpected pleasure." He said in a firm, yet confident voice.

 

[Sentiri]

Location: Voris the capital city of Vortusa, the Chiss Quarter
Objective: 3 (or 4?) determine the loyalties of the Chiss population
Allies: [member="Zlethi'osim'rentho"]
Enemies: To be determined
Post: 01

How many years had passed?

How long since Sentiri had spent time with anyone of her own species? Three years? Though normally so analytical, the woman had gone through great efforts to forget the whole incident that had resulted in her exile. Sentiri was not at fault; she was only doing her job as an agent for internal security. But that didn't matter to the ruling council. Nor did Sentiri's moment of concern for her family matter to her siblings. The only mistakes Sentiri made were to hesitate, to not turn in her brother and sister sooner, to have done her job with remorse for others. There was nothing to gain from remembering that time. Everything she learned about the Chiss were things she had always known. And everything she had learned about interaction with others were things that Sentiri had always feared to be true.

The woman had wanted Klaus to be the exception. But he wasn't. Her husband, wherever he was, was no more noble than any other Chiss or any other sentient being. He was just a man.

Sentiri thought she was done with the Chiss. She had come to the First Order admiring the opportunity they offered her: to be a part of a system that cared for nothing but self-improvement and advancement. And the method one chose to rise to the type was of two kinds: success and loyalty. Success came naturally to Sentiri. The Agent had an exemplary record performing all duties, no matter how menial, to the most effective of degrees. Loyalty? Well that was easier to bypass. Sentiri was loyal to the system. She would never do anything to alter the meritocratic ways of the First Order. In a way, that was no different than being loyal to the First Order itself. Loyalty to those around her? Only so much as she needed them to succeed. Her desires were greater, and she would prove that by performing better, succeeding more frequently, and, if necessary, removing any obstacles that got in her way.

And the Chiss woman had been rewarded for her efforts. Sentiri was named Deputy Director of the Intelligence Division. But she asn't done pushing, improving, succeeding. There was always another step.

For now, that step was improving her diplomatic skills, ones which were severely lacking; lacking, of course, because the agent trusted no one and she was not renowned for being polite. Fortunately, she was meeting with a delegate from a Chiss society on Vortusa, so human politeness could simply be ignored. The woman also felt fortunate that diplomacy was only a cover at that juncture. The true objective was infiltration perpetrated by a Chiss subordinate of Sentiri's. But, naturally, only Sentiri and her operative knew that.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 3/22
Operation Whinging Fury
Allies: [member="Sioux Chambers"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

Natasi cast a critical eye over the hangar, her dark eyes inscrutable as she came to the bottom of the ramp. The stormtroopers were lined up rather nicely, and the uniforms and armor appeared to be -- well, adequate. Her jaw tightened as she met the gaze of the Captain of the vessel and returned his salute before striding forward to offer her hand in greeting. "Captain Rausegeber, unless I'm much mistaken," she said as they shook hands. "How do you do? May I present my Principal Private Secretary, Sioux Chambers?" She gestured to Sioux with her free hand before disengaging. "We were gratified to see that your communications team met every protocol. I intend to ensure that the rest of your command meets the Supreme Leader's exacting standards for readiness."

She turned and walked along one side of the line of stormtroopers, introducing herself and learning their names and designations. "How long have you been serving in this naval duty station? Oh, two years? Outstanding -- I bet you're ready for a vacation." Shared laughter. "Do keep up the good work, Corporal." This was one of her favorite parts of the job -- meeting and talking with the men on the front line. It was not conceited of her to recognize that it was a treat for them, as well, and she was pleased to do her part to boost the morale of those far from their homes and families. When she was finished greeting them all, she returned to [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"].

"Second from the left had a pinkish smudge on his helmet," she murmured, giving the Captain a disapproving look. "Lipstick, perhaps? It isn't major, but we do have standards. Sioux, take a note. Captain, I should like a tour of your beautiful ship, please." Natasi tugged her gloves a bit and smiled pleasantly at Carlyle.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Location: Orbit of Virsun and the construction site.
Post: 5
Allies: First Order/[member="Natasi Fortan"]
Enemies: Last nights Ryltoh curry.

"That one isn't one of ours. A transport with stormtroopers arrived little over half an earlier than yourself." Carlyle said, "Though I'll be sure to let their commanding officer know." His voice projected confidence, though personally he was terrified. An inspection? Now? Oh good bloody lord, this is not what he needed. He heard the word tour and felt himself go a little pale. "Perhaps you'd like to see the TIE bay first?" he asked, "We have two TIE hangars, the closest is this way, if you'd follow me." he said, walking at a brisk, yet leisurely pace.

They walked past the ranks of stomtroopers, and out of the hangar and into a long corridor. There were TIE pilots stretching, sitting on benches and mechanics ensuring that their personalized life support systems were manageable. "I apologise for any misgivings you have, we usually have a few hours notice before such inspections happen. The inventory after a lightspeed jump always makes things messier than they seem." he added, he continued to lead them down the corridor. "I trust your flight was well?" he asked, trying to make some kind of small talk. He usually wasn't one for it, but he needed something to get his mind off things. He was terrified that he'd slip up somewhere, and make a mistake.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Virsun
Post: 2/22
Allies: [member="Ileris Sonn"], [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Construction of giants

"Docking sequence postponed: we have received no response from the starbase under construction"

"Moff Fortan, this is Dunames Lopez onboard the Maersk of Lanteeb. We have a shipment of 2,000 prisoners for forced labor and 150,000 tons of hypermatter onboard. What are your instructions?"

"There may be something that you overlooked"

"Is there anything else you would like Star Tours to fetch to get the facility finished?"

Would ferrying prisoner labor help in any shape or form for the completion of the project? Where would the hypermatter be stored? Dunames couldn't tell what else would need to be done right away; after all she did not do spaceborne constructions, unlike Charzon. She could just land on Virsun or tour the rest of the Dead Nebula with the hypermatter in tow if there was nowhere to store hypermatter inside the facility under construction. And also possibly for the prisoners. Already for type-2 atmospheres, the task would prove rather complicated. How long would prisoners survive on a planet with a type-2 atmosphere? And where could there possibly be a jetway through which to disembark the prisoners? Prisoners would help redouble the efforts as demanded by the Supreme Leader, or so Dunames thought. But would she be comfortable with it? Would Natasi share that vision of things?

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 4
Operation Whinging Fury
Allies: First Order | [member="Sioux Chambers"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

"Is he indeed? How convenient," Natasi mused. She glanced over her shoulder at Sioux, who made a brief and quiet noise of acknowledgment and Natasi heard her stylus scribbling notes. They would follow up on this claim during the research portion of the inspection. "I would very much like to see it. Lead on," she said, falling into step next to him. She watched the TIE fighter pilots, men and women, stretching, performing maintenance, generally preparing for their next missions. "Are any of your men participating in the simulations in this region?" Natasi asked conversationally as they strolled down the hall.

When Rausegeber began to offer his excuses, Natasi frowned gravely. It was a poor workman who blamed his tools, she thought. "You seem to be unfamiliar with the concept of a surprise inspection, Captain," said Natasi with a pleasant smirk. "Believe me, I am familiar with the aftermath of hyperspace travel. Be assured that nothing which meets regulation will be held against your vessel, even if it's not a best-practice." The Moff folded her hands in front of her as they continued on their tour. "The flight was -- fine," Natasi said, flexing her left hand uncomfortably, the arm in which she had received an injection not long ago. "Lots to do, lots to catch up on. I've just been touring our scientific facility on Thakwaa. They've created some of the most ingenius chemical solutions I've ever heard of."

She smiled and wrapped twisted her left wrist a little. "Mm. So -- what is the full compliment of your TIE forces here? What kinds have you got?"

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Location: Orbit of Virsun and the construction site.
Post: 6
Allies: First Order/Natasi Fortan
Enemies: Last nights Ryltoh curry.

"Two squadrons here. One of our newer special forces variant. They're more versatile than our ordinary fighters. We then have a compliment of bombers in our other hanger, for the disruption of enemy attacks and strafing runs." The captain looked at her hand, "You alright there?" he asked, eyeing it. He then shook his head, he was in no position to ask anything. "Our sister ship, the Pride contains a similar compliment, but they use the standard TIE variety rather than new models." The captain lead the way to the hangar. It was alive with pilots talking, and mechanics fuelling and performing maintainance. On the walls, row upon row of special forces TIE fighters were hung, polished or being maintained.

"If you were so inclined ma'am, we could organize some kind of exercise for your entertainment." he said, "I was actually going to allow some of the pilots to go to the station to try some of their simulators later. I've always found it important to assert orbital dominance before I start spreading my forces out." Carlyle said, "Old habits die hard if you will." He said with a nervous chuckle before stopping. "It's your choice where we go next, we could stay here and watch the drills, go to the bridge or inspect some of our turbolaser batteries. I'm not too fussed one way or the other."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 5
Operation Whinging Fury
Allies: [member="Sioux Chambers"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | First Order

Natasi glanced down at her hands, then balled her left hand in a fist, clutching it behind her back with her right hand. "Well enough, thank you," she replied stiffly. "That is the Pride of Avalonia, no? We'll be going there next. Not as a surprise, naturally -- I'm sure they've already heard we're here. How is your relationship with her commanding officer? Have you practiced standard sister-ship routines? Operations to rehearse how to handle one ship going radio silent, or the ship's crew being indisposed?" She continued to watch the pilots and attendant staff working in the hangar, content to stand and watch them while listening to Rausgeber's reply. "Very good."

She stepped back into the hall. "Actually -- this is somewhat embarrassing -- but I'm rather dying for a cup of caf. Perhaps we can tour the mess before heading to the bridge?" This was phrased as a question, but because Natasi was Natasi -- and senior Moff, besides -- she didn't wait for a response before stalking off in the direction of the turbolift, the high heels of her shoes clicking efficiently on the deckplates. "Please ask your command staff to pull a deep sensor scan of the system for me to review when we arrive on the bridge," she told Rausgeber. "I'd like to see how the sensor suite is programmed -- whether it is calibrated appropriately, et cetera. I assume this is within their power?"

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Location: Orbit of Virsun and the construction site.
Post: 7
Allies: First Order/Natasi Fortan
Enemies: Last nights Ryltoh curry.

"Uh, yes we have." Carlyle said, "As the commanding officer of both ships, I can tell you that we're very well rehearsed in the ways of how to conduct ourselves in those scenarios." He took a look at her hand, and knew something was up. The way she hid it, and passed it off as nothing, it piqued his interest. "Alright, to the mess hall it is." He said, walking to the turbolift. "It's a bit of a ways from here, a hundred meters and thirty meters if you want to be really accurate." He then paused. "Perhaps you'd like to see the medical bay afterwards?" he asked, "We just picked up some supplies from Duusan, and some medics to boot."

The lifts doors opened with a hiss, and Carlyle was first out. The hall was dotted with off duty troopers, and staff either on their way to lunch, or casually chatting. The whole hall grew stiff, as the captain walked past, saluting and standing rigid till the Moff and her staff passed. "And here we are," Carlyle announced, "The mess hall, one of five." The mess hall was rather impressive. On the wall furthest from them, was a large viewport, which was surrounded by off duty personnel, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fleet. "The coffee machine is right there, hopefully they haven't run out after the morning rush."