Doctrine in Motion: A Proposal

[Hansen]

Halle Ren,
First Imperial Military Base Tagge

"Alas, you're made the assumption is that a large-scale assault would be concentrated into one area." Halle's haunting albeit beautiful sulfuric yellow eyes trace the Commodore's path as he rounds her. Beads of sweat roll down Halle's Pallor, and it prompts her to wipe at forehead with right leather strap wrapped black sleeve; The traditional garb of the Ren. "Ten assault landers is completely insufficient. How would you move the Stormtroopers, their armour and support assets? I trust you can see the flaw. I did not speak of the Planetary Defence Forces, I wouldn't trust those morons to hold a dollop of sand in the middle of an ocean." The former Stormtrooper pauses and shoots a fierce glare at the Commodore. "So again, what facility does this have to attack within my scenario." Halle's lips stretch into a smug grin and she feels a certain frustration radiate from Carlyle. Oh how Halle delighted in so obviously being a plague upon his existence and ambitions. Perhaps within Halle herself, there was the ambition of a long forgotten idealist.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Carlyle's immediate response would have been to tell the young child to go kark off back to a playground. But instead he took on board what she said, "I wouldn't let certain personnel hear your ill-advised assessment of the Planetary Defence Force," Carlyle warned, "However, in the event of the attacks you say would happen, we'd be well on it. TIE bombers would be able to destroy enemy assets, and their capability to deploy their heavier equipment. The battalion deployed from this base as a first wave, would sift through the ruins." Carlyle then paused, "But say that doesn't happen, according to plan. The Planetary Defence Forces deploy landers here, to transport troops an equipment for a counterattack." The commodore shot daggers at her, "But that's a mere theoretical," he said, "The enemy would not be able to perform such procedures without breaking naval security, and even then our ion batteries would make short work of them."

[member="Halle Ren"]

 

[Hansen]

Halle Ren,
First Imperial Military Base Tagge

Halle gives a nod of head smug and unphased by the Commodore's glare. "Very well Commodore. Though this assumes the enemy simply doesn't attempt to land on the opposite side of the planet and break Naval Security there. Where Tagge's weapons wouldn't be able to engage." Halle pauses and gives a sideways glance at each of the other tour members before bringing her weighty and judging gaze to loom up at Carlyle. "Now I have nothing to add, the tour may continue." Halle gives an approving nod towards the Commodore and receives her steel mug back from BB unit, filled with cold chocolate milk. Halle brings the cup upto lips and tilts head back, gulping at its contents.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Carlyle's eyes shrunk into slits, pure, unadulterated rage filled him. "You clearly have no idea as to how invasions happen." The commodore snarked, "Perhaps you'd better learn the intricacies of military doctrine and aggressive manuveres before you make a fool of yourself." His words were delivered in a calm manner, but their meaning was clear. Step of. The commodore turned to the assembled group, "Now," he began, "If you wouldn't mind, follow me." The officer lead the group to the base of the command tower. Squads of stormtroopers and naval technicians walked around the group, following routine patrol or maintenance doctrine.

[member="Halle Ren"]

 

[Hansen]

Halle Ren,
First Imperial Military Base Tagge

"Perhaps I do not Commodore, which is why I ask these questions...." Halle delivers her speech with deceptive sincerity and waits for Carlyle to turn and go to step off, a wide wolfish grin spreads across her pursed lips. Halle's fingers curl into a crushing fist and she focuses on her own anger and frustration. Sulfuric gaze finds itself on the Commodore's shoes. For a moment Halle contemplates forcing Carlyle to his knees before giving the shake of the head, some measure of military discipline and restraint comes over Halle. "Sieger Ren's eyes see all." Halle recites the dogmatic proverb she'd learned from the Order of Ren as a means of steadying her own burning anger, steadily it cools off like boiling water left at room temperature.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

"And Supreme Leader's eyes are not mouths, and should leave their opinions to themselves." Carlyle snapped, not even looking back at her. "Perhaps even more so when they lack experience, Ren." Three stormtroopers stood guard at the closest door to the base. They immediately moved aside to allow the Commodore and the entourage in. Immediately, the bases air conditioning unit kicked in. All the humidity melted away into coolness. The bases interior was spartan. Cold grey durasteel walls, with polished metallic flooring. The only break from the monotony of it all was at every corridor intersection, which held a security and maintainence centre. Droids, from small BB units all the way to R2 units patrolled the corridors, on automated routines, "I will have to take you all to the main command centre, the view is magnificent."

[member="Halle Ren"]

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]As the presentation by Commodore Rausgeber had gone on Pharazon had become more and more concerned with his interactions with this darkly clothed Ren. Their interactions had far since passed mere curiosity and question and answer into rather aggressive debate concerning the respective abilities of each party. Pharazon was of course keeping a rather close eye on them from behind with the honour guard and was prepared to intervene in the drastic circumstances that anything more than verbal barbs were exchanged between the two.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]What their angry exchanges were demonstrating to Pharazon, however, was the sheer level of planning, consideration, and contingencies that had been exercised in the design of the garrisons. With the sheer level of defensive and offensive capabilities, the design ethos of being a base ready to respond to any and all threats to planetary security where they were deployed, and the garrisoned forces would prevent a major impediment to any invasion or insurgent activity. As an infantry commander himself, Pharazon could see first hand how difficult planning and executing a direct assault of a base such as this would be. From virtually any attack angle advancing troops would be subjected in some form or another to heavy fire and ordinance. Pharazon could only echo what the Commodore had said about needing an armoured column and shock troopers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]What perhaps impressed Pharazon the most was the base’s capabilities to project its own forces. With multiple assault landers Stormtroopers and Planetary Army soldiers could sally forth from the base to counter attack, take part in larger strategic plans, or to [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]outmanoeuvre[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the enemy to name a few things Pharazon had considered. He also very much liked air support as a committed ground pounder, and he very much liked heavy ordnance dropped from the likes of TIE Bombers that this base also held. It was like a tactician's dream home, with forces and ordinance for every occasion and occupation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As the ‘banter’ between the Commodore and the Ren grew more aggressive and more offensive toward his Planetary Army compatriots, Pharazon continued to eye them and made sure the other officers in the honour guard were paying attention as well. Continuing to do so, Pharazon could not stop himself from [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]fantasising[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] about what was in the command centre, he was currently a lowly Lieutenant but he had aspirations, and was quite intellectually capable in most respects, or at least he liked to entertain that thought. He could only hope that some kind of sophisticated logistical processor or management system had been incorporated into the base’s main systems. If there was one thing Pharazon hated as a military officer were great ideas plagued by a lack of proper food and other simple necessities that he found were forgotten in higher level planning all too frequently.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Halle Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="OK-3103"] | [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="Gerhard Maxim"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [/SIZE]

 

[Hansen]

Halle Ren,
First Imperial Military Base Tagge

Halle's body begins to tremor furiously and drops back into the rear of the crowd of dignitaries in an attempt to prevent a most grandiose and violent outburst. Halle's right eye twitches shut repeatedly. For a long pause, Halle's mind becomes lost in the dark recesses of her own mind, the young disciple now snaps out of the stupor and her hand curls with fingers like sharp talons. Though she cannot see him, Halle can feel the Commodore's presence, his heartbeat drums amongst all the others instinctively. Halle focuses on his shoes and applies an anvil-like weight in an attempt to trip Carlyle over in a petty and childish act of revenge.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Carlyle stumbled over his own feet. Feeling an intense increase in gravity, the officer comically fell down, slamming his head against the floor. Blood smeared all over the floor. He'd chipped some teeth, ruining his sleazy smile. The officer pulled himself up before the escorting phalanx could pull him up. He turned, blood trickling down his cheek, his hair ruined and his eyes wild with rage. "You!" He spat, pointing a finger at her. Flecks of blood and spittle flying at her. "You..." He snarled again, not seeming to know what to say. He knew he probably wouldn't be able to prove it. But one day. One day, he would find some way to get rid of the brat.

[member="Halle Ren"]

 

[BE-183]

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]:

They said Zarnathea was meant to be temperate. The planet's climate was dynamic however, and this equatorial jungle was another story. Outside, Bee had seen the condensation gathering on her gloves. Once again she had to thank R&D for their foresight, it would be much less comfortable without the bodysuit's environmental regulation hardware.

No cold-blooded Qu'un to speak of here in this heat; likely the trial location of this new kind of fortress was selected so that the primitive, hostile Vax would be distant and undisturbed by their activity. It certainly was bustling, every one of these breakthroughs potentially representing another step towards furthering the Order's goals. But if she were stuck here, she would want to know every limitation and their workarounds.

In her lowly position, she just occupied one of the many posts throughout the facility, though at this early stage the watch was primarily for demonstrative purposes. At one point in rotations she stood with her CO, somewhere around the command hub. Seeing her chance to glean something from the boring assignment, she shared her concerns. "Sir. The facility looks durable, but... there has to be a deficiency enemy agents may exploit, right?" Pausing, she clarified, "How do our guards deal with any weaknesses?"

With the Order's standards of surveillance, including live feed from sentries, they at least had strong countermeasures against espionage. She wondered if it was possible to have a droid cross-referring lifeform scanner readings with IFF positions to catch unauthorised presences. Would it even be necessary, if each sector required approved circuitry signatures to grant access without setting off the alarm?

 

[Zmej Ren]

A simple nod provided acknowledgement to the man’s answer. Combined with several layers of powerful shields, the plating would prove sufficient to survive turbolaser fire or proton torpedoes. A good defensive measure for sure, but how well would it hold against sustained attacks from capital ships? Before voicing another concern, the bickering between Halle and the commodore gained in intensity, boiling to the point of violent eruption. Unlike her Ren colleague, Zmej had managed to keep her cool attitude, although Rausgeber’s words have elicited a single, powerful wave of anger that clenched the girl’s hand into a fist. It was understandable that sister Halle had opted to punish the commodore, yet unbecoming of her station nonetheless. Coldly watching the satiation unfold, flames of the dark side burning in her sclera, Zmej hissed, sulphur yellow sight finding her fellow disciple.

“That’s enough, Halle.” Zmej Ren declared decisively, unyielding glare telling the other blonde Ren to put an end to this immature display of thuggish pettiness. While the uniform-clad Ren’s tongue rattled, ready to spit out more poison and put Halle in her place should she overstep her bounds any further, Zmej turned to the bloodied commodore instead.

“And you, commodore, keep your opinions concerning the Supreme Leader’s agents to yourself in the future,” the firm voice ordered before shifting attention back to Halle and giving her another hard stare as a sign another violent interruption would not be tolerated.

“While hard to pull off and definitely costly, a shuttle filled with enemy troops could land on the very station – are there any weak points on the outside such team could exploit?” Zmej questioned, brows furrowed. Filled with soldiers and spacecraft - the station would be a target for many pilots eager to prove their worth by taking it down.


[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Halle Ren"]

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]The moment that the Commodore had fallen Pharazon and the honour guard descended upon him. The fifty men strong platoon expertly surrounded the Commodore with swift, precise, and disciplined movements. Blaster rifles only a moment prior held only for show and ceremony, suddenly were primed, ready, and being swept across the area looking for any threat that needed to be brutally and swiftly eliminated. What troubled Pharazon the most about this sudden event, was that he swore he had experienced an [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]unpleasant[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] feeling seconds before the Commodore fell… [/SIZE]No, protect the Commodore, you have no time for anything more Pharazon thought as he smothered all non-tactical concerns. He still did not know exactly what had happened but then it hit him, the Ren, well, one of them. He had seen her drop back and was watching her, she must have done something to the Commodore. Moments later his suspicions were seemingly confirmed by the Commodore and another dark and powerful woman.

[SIZE=11pt]Seeing that the situation seemed to be over the stormtroopers backed off slightly, but remained closer to the Commodore than they had prior to this little ‘incident’.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]No matter how tense the moment had been, Pharazon was intrigued at this new apparent Ren, able to both diffuse the situation and still ask a rather pertinent question at the same time, Intriguing… very intriguing for a Ren [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Pharazon mused. This particular question in particular Pharazon was now doubly so interested to hear answered, after this episode Pharazon wanted to know what would be done if somehow enemy combatants managed to get inside or near enought ot get inside the base, or, as he cynically suspected, it would be solely left up to blood, plastoid, and durasteel to do the fighting and dying to protect the installation. Perhaps there are defensive turrets or at least choke points within the base or other defensible positions Pharazon hoped. Eyeing the two Ren through his helmet's implacable facade, Pharazon sure hoped there were defensive positions or capabilities within and around the base that were suited to preventing exploitation by plucky adversaries, he could only imagine what people with similar powers to these Ren or crack troops could do if they got inside or found an exposed weakness.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Halle Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="OK-3103"] | [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="Gerhard Maxim"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [/SIZE]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Sara watched he's the exchanged as she stepped back, she was not gonna be caught in the middle of a fight between these ren and the commodore, she's seen the power they are capable of and knew that to trifle with them was....suicide say the least

She only started to react when he fell then stepped back as he shot up and started spitting words if poison at the ren she looked back and forth before it seemed the other broke the fight up....Sara took a breath in and sighed as she adjusted her uniform

the ren is right....my question is how good is security? Can a lone saboteur break in and cripple this place with ease? Are codes and patrols changed every so often?
[member="Zmej Ren"]@BE-183@Carlyle Rausgeber[member="Halle Ren"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Carlyle looked at the two questioners, and eyed them carefully. "A lone sabotuer group would not be able to do much at all, unless of course they had somehow hijacked a cruiser and docked it for maintenance. Then perhaps there may be an issue. But if it were a shuttle as you say, the enemy would choke." Carlyle replied, "A platoon of stormtroopers would be deployed to partake in the extensive search of the vessel. As apart of that, the crew are forced to leave while we pump a nerve agent into the ship. Anyone hiding aboard would be killed." Carlyle added, "As for your notion of a rogue saboteur. One rogue, working all by his or her lonesome, there is no need to fret." Carlyle replied, "Guards on this base change patterns everyday. Every square inch of this fortress is watched by security feed which in turn is analysed by security droids." Carlyle said, "But say this infiltrator uses a stealth suit, then they'll have to work against the stormtroopers. All of whom have recieved anti-saboteur training thanks to our cousins in the FOSB." Carlyle added.

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The officer looked at Bee, "Good question," The officer replied, "Weaknesses are mainly dealing with that big arse warehouse on the otherside of the base." The lieutenant said, "Defences there are lighter, which means if they're smart enough to attack from that side, we've gotta get out there, and show 'em the what for." He paused, "But you're probably talking smaller scale stuff, aren't you? One man spy team and all of that." He paused, "In that case, we've got sensors, and about eighty percent of the guys here sat an FOSB course. Deals with all that stealth armour and all of that." He informed her, "That, and the codes are constantly changed, and you've always gotta have it in your head so they can't steal it. Unless of course they're a Jedi. In which case, well... that's interesting."

[member="BE-183"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Halle Ren"]

 

[Kuzo]

"You're very quiet Doctor Ven."

Irajah blinked, looking up at the Administrator.

"Just some mental algebra. You have two and a half times the legally required number of bacta tanks. Are you anticipating a shortage of boots-on-the-ground medics?"

He smiled widely, shaking his head.

"Not at all, Doctor. I intend to keep this medical facility fully staffed at all times. But say there is a crisis, elsewhere in First Order space. Something the local system cannot handle. Well, there will be room here to send wounded if need be. And this way, even if there is a sudden, unexpected influx of injuries, our staff need never be over taxed. It's a buffer, if you will, for times of crisis."

She nodded. Drawing the stylus from behind her ear, she checked off the box in question.

"It's commendable, and something I heartily approve of, Administrator Alane. The difficulty in dealing with a sudden flood of unexpected patients is rarely considered. It shows foresight, both for the people under your supervision, but for every citizen in the First Order."

His smile widened, and he couldn't help but preen a little at the praise. Irajah hid a knowing smile. She did approve of the measures, but sometimes, bureaucrats were so predictable.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

The great dagger of the Concordia hung low in the orbit of Zaranathea, casting much of the city of Nar'Tan in its shade. It was, Natasi Fortan imagined as she stood at the viewport of her stateroom, observing the planet passively from her position there, a welcome respite from the muggy heat of the jungle world. It was a horrible place; her state visit some months ago had been, to Natasi, quite enough of the planet for a lifetime, but Commodore [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] seemed to have an unhealthy and unnatural fascination with the place, and so here she was again.

The things she did for the First Order.

The galaxy was at war, whether it would be admitted or not, whether it was declared or not. Like most wars, it was shades of grey fighting among themselves and pretending they were black and white -- good and evil, and like most wars, both sides liked to paint themselves as white -- good. This war was a struggle between order and chaos, between peace and destruction. In such a battle, the side seeking chaos and destruction were evil. Only delusion allowed the Galactic Alliance to think of themselves as heroes -- well, delusion and denial and lies.

In such a battle, every tool in the arsenal of the virtuous was a boon. Hence, the Rausgeber Doctrine. It would be expensive -- Balance knew how expensive at the end of the day -- but she would have to find the money somewhere, if it was a viable project. If it could save lives and prevent the enemy taking territory.

It was an idiotic name, to Natasi's estimation. It would be a little bit like naming a Star Destroyer after [member="Asharad Graush"]. Preposterous!

But as long as it worked, they could call it the Lashes of Rausgeber's Left Eye for all she cared.

A chirp as her commlink went off. She activated it. "Ma'am," the Captain began. "We are in stable orbit."

Natasi's dark eyes remained on the planet, unblinking and unseeing for a few moments. Instead of Zaranathea, she saw only a map of the galaxy in flames. If the Rausgeber Doctrine could prevent some of her worlds, her people, from burning -- then she owed it to the project to lend it her unyielding support. She cleared her throat. "Alert the base to prepare for my arrival," she said firmly. Her attendance was unscheduled; she wondered if she would have another Rausgeber Stress Stroke on her hands. "And instruct Captain van Teiren to prepare the Frontrunner for departure."

"Right away, Ma'am."

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

"Now, if you wouldn't mind following me." Carlyle began, "We'll take you up to the command centre, and you can see how this facility runs, when fully operational." Carlyle said with a smile, as he lead the group to the nearest turbolift. The elevator hissed to life and opened as soon as Carlyle pressed the button to summon it. As he was about to enter the elevator, his commlink buzzed. Kark. "If you don't mind ladies and gentlemen, I have to take this." Carlyle said, walking from the group. One of Pharzon's escorting stormtroopers held the door, as Carlyle backed out. When he felt he was a safe distance away, Carlyle spoke, "What is it?" he snapped.

"Commodore, this is Tagge Command." The voice on the other line replied, "We have a report, Grand Moff Fortan is preparing for arrival from the Concordia sir."

Carlyle went pale, and shot a look back at the visitors, what was he to do? He couldn't leave them? Could he? But the Grand Moff warranted his attention, he was torn. "Is General Hammond available?" Carlyle asked.

"Well, no sir. He just went on break, would you like me to get him back?" The Command Tower officer asked.

"Of course I want him back!" Carlyle snapped, "Why else would I ask for him?"

"Well, yes sir. Of course sir." The officer replied, trying to remain calm. "Anything else?"

"I want all TIE's out in action, and a legion of stormtroopers ready." Carlyle commanded, "We'll have nothing less for our esteemed guest."

"Sir, you want me to organise that many troops in this little amount of time, how am I-" The officer began.

"Enough." Carlyle barked, "E-karking-nough, you'd better get General Hammond back up to the command centre now. Or else I'll have your karking arse for dinner." Carlyle clicked the communicator off, and walked back to the group, "Apologies for the delay. Unfortunately, something has come up, and requires my attention. General Amadeus Hammond, head of security will greet you in the command centre. I hope to see you all, but until then, good bye." Carlyle turned his back, and walked towards the nearest exit. Great karking luck, now there's going to be an official visit from her.

[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Halle Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | @Pharzon Darkon

 

[Hansen]

Halle Ren,
First Imperial Military Base Tagge

Halle's head recedes back slightly with tiny flecks of blood sputtering against her clean cheek. Halle's eyes give Zmej an acknowledging nod of the blonde hair covered head with pursed lips tugging into a slight smirk. "As you wish, sister." Halle's composure is nothing short of calm and simply looks at Carlyle like a stone; completely blank and uncaring. They both knew she is responsible for his untimely fall, and this time Halle hoped Commodore Rausgeber would remember his lesson in humility. Halle's hands fold behind back and she returns to preening like a proud rooster. Posture straight as a vertical steel pole. Halle trails behind the group with her trusty BB unit following behind her, and makes a startled series of beeps and 'woos'. Halle makes her way to the commander centre and as Carlyle leaves Halle throws him a glare filled with the utmost contempt. "Of all the officers and warlords loved and trusted by our Father. I hate him the most." Halle gives the off-handed comment to Zmej, Her sulphur spheres swing around searchingly for the fellow disciple. Halle recognises Carlyle's importance to Zmej and reveals a respect for the greater first order and its' senior commissioned officers, though re-affirming her loathing for the man in the same breath. Was it an apology? No, but perhaps the closest any would get from the cruel young woman. Halle squeezes into a crowded turbolift and her finger jolts at the bottom, selecting the Command Information Centre deck as her destination. The navy blue steel doors steadily shut before the rounded capsule whistles up through the base.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Zmej Ren"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

For General Amadeus Hammond, his interruption from what would have otherwise been a nice comfortable lunch. The former One Sith colonel marched through the command centre, "Why did you yield to him?" The irate officer asked, as Lieutenant Lawerance Kasdan trailed behind, "I clearly outrank him."

"Well General," The lieutenant began, "The commodore was busy, he said that there was-"

"I don't care what the man said, my lunch is about to go cold." The general snapped, walking into the command centre. It was loosely modelled on the bridge of a star destroyer, with the centre being divided into two. Control panels lined the walls, and there was a small pit for data analysis and telemetry. Marrying the two together was the gangplank in front of them. A blue holoprojector table sat in the middle, displaying every sort of data intermittently. From timetables, telemetry and the latest data deciphered. In front of it all was a large viewport. Unlike a star destroyer, it had no panelling, and provided an unobstructed view of eastern side of Tagge base.

"General, the visitors are arriving sir." The Command Centre Security Officer informed.

"Let them in." General Hammond barked, before moving to the containment chambers.

To enter the command centre required moving through two reinforced durasteel chambers, both held stormtroopers armed with VX grenades, designed to disable threats before they could properly enter. Even if they made it up, the chambers would be able to seal the enemy off from the rest of the vital equipment stored within the command centre.

The doors to the antechambers opened, and the stormtrooper guards stood aside. Waiting at the end was General Hammond. The man was in his early fifties, his face scarred from an unfortunate encounter he'd had with his Sith superiors during the civil war. He stood tall at five foot eleven. He wore the plain black of a First Imperial officers tunic, and the cap that came with that. "Welcome to Military Base Tagge." he said in a plain voice.

[member="Halle Ren"].

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]As the Commodore made his impromptu exit, Pharazon detailed for a squad of the honour guard to accompany him as he made whatever preparations he needed for what had taken him away from his somewhat derailed tour. Ensuring all of the guests were secured within the turbolifts and surrounded by Stormtroopers as they were whisked away to the heights of the great and imposing edifice of the command tower. Travelling inside one of the turbolifts, Pharazon was curious if there was any other way into the command module of the tower. Cutting the turbolifts in the event of an enemy force breaching the tower was all well and good for immediate tactical defence, but how did one then get out of the module. He supposed there was likely stairs or some kind of maintenance ladder system to allow physical access to all levels and components of the tower, but if there was, how would one then defend those? Pharazon continued to amuse his mind and his wit with these minimal tactical and strategic quandaries, he would not dare attempt to stall the presentation by bringing them up himself as only a mere Lieutenant. However, he dreamed of being more one day and so he tried to keep his mind quick and sharp, always questioning and analysing to the best of his ability.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As the turbolift surged to the command module far above ground level in the command tower, Pharazon and the rest of the guests filtered out of the lifts inside through the reinforced chambers toward the gleaming naval command centre Pharazon could see inside. Pharazon had seen some of the stormtrooper facilities lower in the tower before the presentation after he and his men had been deployed to the planet, the barracks, armouries, training facilities and other facilities for stormtrooper operations within these bases. He had been impressed, not only did they have the equipment, supplies, and facilities that he needed. However, Pharazon also surmised that the reason they were based lower in the tower was to also defend it from the inside in the event of an enemy breach, his previous question about who would defend a breached garrison effectively answered in the affirmative. Still, Pharazon was in many ways a pragmatist, the facilities were good for him and his men, but they also protected the naval command centre from below in event of combat inside the modules. One could not expect those pale and wispy naval officers to defend themselves.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Inside the naval command module they were about to be, however, and so Pharazon and his men encompassed the oncoming party to the rear, left, and right, now very much so a guard, honourable still but they were wary now. The screens, command and uplink equipment, commlinks and tactical and strategic displays all shined and flashed as they demonstrated the scale of the processing and logistics this facility was capable of. Pharazon could see just from a quick glance at one of the displays closest to them to sate his curiosity that this centre was fully capable of planning, commanding, and facilitating communication for at least an entire fleet on orbit. When combined with the facilities for the planetside military personnel one apparently could run quite the war from within this module alone. When supported by the other hangars, maintenance modules, shield generators, and colossal power modules, one could dominate a planet or indeed a whole system from a base such as this. Colour Pharazon’s secret ambitions for conquest and domination impressed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As the sealing doors opened to reveal their new host, Pharazon confirmed his suspicion that the module was designed to be shut off in the event of an attack. He also approved of the two reinforced chambers, more choke points were always nice to have in order to mount a successful defence. An admirable defence mechanism indeed to deny the enemy for an extended period of time should they wish to take the base relatively intact [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Pharazon mused as he kept an eye on the two he now knew both to be Ren disciples.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]In regards to the General, he did not seem to have that wild ambition of the Commodore, and appeared quite perturbed that he was now required to lead this inspection to Pharazon’s court experienced eyes. Pharazon was not certain about his opinion of this man and was more concerned about the quality of this man’s character than the Commodore’s. However, Pharazon refused to allow his preconceptions to dominate his perceptions, so he decided to observe this general for a time more before coming to a firmer opinion of the man, his character, and his abilities. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon could only hope he was going to share some specifics of the command centre’s systems, if he was to be here anyway on duty he may as well learning something for future use and reference.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Halle Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="OK-3103"] | [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="Gerhard Maxim"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [/SIZE]