[First Order]: Firepoint Alpha

[Asharad Graush]

HOTH ASTEROID FIELD
0930

There was a small taskforce near the planet of Hoth. The number of ships was few, but their sizes were gargantuan. A'sharad Graush stood upon a Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer. A powerful ship, still relevant in today's standards, and most definitely the pinnacle of the First Order's Navy strength. Many of his studies when he lived on Prakith with his family consisted of ships. The Resurgent had taken up the place of the ancient Imperial-II Star Destroyer. An impressive ship, for it's time.

Several minutes away with sublight engines was the Hoth Asteroid Field.

It was early morning.

A message had been sent out to two names that were immersed within First Order Navy Operations.

[member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"].

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"].

Naturally, he could've just contacted anyone, but he had yet to meet the pilot in person, and he had worked indirectly with the Captain in the past. One would say he was curious to meet them in person, although it was more to see what they were like. Perhaps his own name preceded him. There was a chance they knew he wasn't entirely human, or human, at all. Perhaps they knew of his coldness within the First Order's Army, or his ruthless nature in leading the White Wolves Regiment.

Remembrance.

Being remembered, was a good idea, but that was a thought for another time.

"Alert me as to when they both arrive. Alert Major Roderik to his being able to come onto the Wolf's Maw. Send an escort in anticipation." Any minute both his guests should've been reverting to realspace within communications distance. Once they arrived, then, they'd be able to begin.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

The three dagger shaped ships launched out of lightspeed with a sudden jolt. Leading the pack was the Defiant, a new imperial-x model. Carlyle had chosen the smaller of the three star destroyers as his personal ship. Partly due to its easily better manuverability, but mostly because of the fact it was an artifact from a more civilized age. "We've reached the edges of the asteroid field sir, orders?" the Helmsman asked.

"Hold our position, and send out a comms signal, I want to be sure this isn't some trap." Carlyle Rausgeber demanded.

"Sir, Colonel Graush is hardly a man who'd-" The Comms Officer began.

"I know, I know. But have you heard of his reputation ensign?" Carlyle asked, "That, and we must be sure it isn't a trick."

"No sir, not at all."

"High Colonel Graush is a very, very scary man to deal with indeed. He's the sort of person who you meet in person, and he stares at you, but it's not at you. You know what I mean?"

"Of course sir, but-"

"Just send the signal and shut up." Carlyle snapped, he could feel the tumor in his head pulsing at the thought of having to meet this man.

[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Major Roderik von Brinkerhoff flew a standard First Order shuttle, flanked by a pair of TIE/sf starfighters from the home garrison on Dosuun, from which he had departed. His shuttle had no co-pilot, nor crew.

Upon exiting hyperspace a safe distance away from the task force Roderik checked the sensor reports, and received in-coming communication reports from what he assumed was the lead ship, the Wolf's Maw.

"Priority transport to station. Switching to automated landing approach." He announced to the massive star destroyer's space traffic controller while at the same time watching the sensor blips indicating an incoming fighter escort from the task force. The gesture was appreciated by the starfighter commander, and he watched with a point of pride as the twoTIE/sf fighters broke off and formed up again with a trajectory taking them back to Dosuun, just as soon as the task force's fighters were within a safe range to leave no gaps in the defenses of the Major's shuttle. The original escort had been members of the 100th Fighter Squadron, the unit Roderik had formed under the banner of the Grand Moff, [member="Natasi Fortan"]. Their professionalism was limitless, as was their dedication to the protection of their former/soon-to-be commander, just as soon as his rotation was complete within Starfighter Corps High Command.

Leaning back in his blast-seat, Roderik allowed a moment of relaxation and comfort as his ship traversed space by autopilot, and eventually by star destroyer hangar bay tractor beam.

[member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

"They're arrived, Sir!"

He saw it for himself.

Three sizeable starships dropped out of Hyperspace and then a shuttle came into viewing range of the sensors a few moments later.

"Receiving a comm signal, High Colonel," A'sharad turned his head to the ensign that spoke. He couldn't guess as to why, but he swung his head back around when a Bridge Officer was telling him that the Star Destroyer's escort had been sent to bring the Major [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] aboard. He nodded to the second report, and he hurried off before the 'deformed' Sith Hybrid reacted. He commanded with fear, with a layer of respect. He was Sith. He didn't hide it. But he produced results, with seemingly few casualties with such brash actions.

Many figured he was either crazy or lucky.

Many of those people weren't around.

Though, there wasn't a reason that would be supplied by the High Colonel.

"Guest on board."

"Open up the line with Captain Rausgeber," he ordered. The Sith Colonel had kept him waiting. He was obnoxious like that. He should feel blessed to be waiting on one as illustrious as him.

When Roderik got off of his shuttle, he'd find a squad of ten men from the White Wolves Garrison on board the Resurgent escorting him to the bridge.

When the line was opened, A'sharad said nothing. He waited to be spoken to first.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

"Sir, we've receieved a signal on open frequencies." The Communications Technician announced.

"Well, is there anything to convey?" The captain asked.

"Nothing sir, the line is blank, but open." The technican replied.

"Well, put it on, I'll talk to the man myself." Rausgeber said.

"Aye aye sir, we're ready on your mark." The comms technician replied.

"Alert to all ships in the immediate sector, this is star destroyer Defiant, Vindicator and Pride of Avalonia. We have freedom of navigation in this sector, and are proceeding under section 42-A of the naval code. Any attempt to impede our progress will be seen as a sign of war, and we will act as such. My name is Captain Carlyle Rausgeber, and we are here to meet High Colonel Graush of the First Imperial Army."

[member="Asharad Graush"] and [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Roderik leaned forward for a better vantage point out of the cockpit view-port as the shuttle slipped into the hangar bay interior on final approach. He could see the hustle and bustle that was commonplace to all these facilities, but his attention quickly fell to a squad of troopers obviously awaiting his arrival outside his shuttle's berth.

"Sparing no expense." He said to himself as he unlatched his acceleration straps and pulled himself out of the pilot's blast-chair. The major headed to the boarding ramp of the shuttle and exited out into the Wolf's Maw proper.

"Major Brinkerhoff to see the High Colonel." He spoke after a sharp salute to the ranking stormtrooper. A member of the White Wolves - the Army's premier, not unlike the reputation held by the Grand Moff's starfighter unit he had commanded. There was respect to be found in the lineage of one's military unit, and the White Wolves presence here meant that [member="Asharad Graush"] was most certainly for real, and an up-and-coming mover and shaker.

He exchanged little pleasantries with the stormtrooper detachment as he was lead to the ship's bridge, and eventually to Asharad himself.

Roderik made the initial gesture of good will, rendering a respectably sharp salute to the High Colonel as he approached.

"Major Roderik von Brinkerhoff." He introduced himself upon completion of his salute, though he was certain the Colonel was aware of his identity at this point.

"Starfighter Corps High Command would like me to relay their great interest in this meeting, sir, and their anticipation of my full report on what I observe here today." Roderik went straight into professional business mode. Hopefully the bureaucratic nature of the top brass in the SFC did not hamper the Sith-hybrid Colonel's interest in working with the Major, or Corps' in general.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

Silence met the words of the Captain [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"].

Thankfully, it wasn't a holographic projection that was communicating for him, but merely audio. If so, everyone upon the Captain's ship would've seen the look of confusion, bemusement, and a shaking of his head.

It was beyond many members of the Bridge Crew on the part of the Wolf's Maw, as to why A'sharad had allowed him to speak for so long. Nonetheless, his colder than death voice spoke over the communications line. Ambush? Certainly not. One ship didn't ambush three, and the Sith Hybrid was aware of the taskforce that the Captain travelled with. Why else would he invite him to the edge of this Force forsaken part of the Hoth System?

"Interesting. Are your sensors malfunctioning, or do you merely presume to parade yourself around here, Captain?" Suppose it was true that the man had had a stroke, or had some form of brain disease. Or perhaps his crew was simple. Many reasons, A'sharad figured. All of them, he'd imagine, but that was what gossiping among Officers and other Imperial types would do to you. Have you believing lies and such to undermine their peers all in the name of a promotion.

Pathetic.

"I am High Colonel Graush. Verify my ship's IFF Transponder. This is the Wolf's Maw. Also, take note to discipline your bridge crew. They appear inept at performing at the simplest thing they need do."

Steps drew closer to the Hybrid from behind, a reasonable distance. A wave of his hand signalled to mute his part of the still open communications line as he turned to [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"].

"I'd hope they are," he said in greeting. "This is, after all, to further the defenses of the Empire. Starfighter Corps High Command should, and will, play a large part in that." He beckoned him over as he turned back around to face the front of the bridge. He waved at the communications ensign again, and this time when he turned it on, it would've been two people if Roderik had come over. A'sharad's hands were clasped in front of him, silver lightsabre hilt in full view, even as a blue image constructed by a holoprojector.

There was a certain expectation that the Captain would do the same.

"Your orders are to deploy all of your starfighters. From all of your ships."

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

"Understood, our ship will, we'll perform the scan and deploy TIE's." He added, he looked at the Comms technician, and mouthed 'Turn the line off.' away from where the Colonel could see.

"Yes sir!" Comms said, "Line closed."

"Dumb motherkarker!" Carlyle swore, "What kind of arrogant kark does he think he karking is? He's king of the karking roost?!" Carlyle asked, "Comms, turn the line back on."
"Yes sir." Comms replied.

"I want all TIE's deployed in five, we don't want to keep the Colonel waiting."

"It will be done captain." The TIE Ops Officer replied.

"My apologies High Colonel, our comms unit appears to need maintainence. New model ship has to have it's kinks ironed out." The captain said, "We're making way to your location. I was wondering however, if you'd help with something?" he asked, "I was ordered to assist here, but have no idea as to what my purpose is here, and how I mayfacilitate assisting you."

[member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] and [member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Taking up a position next to High Colonel [member="Asharad Graush"], Roderik looked out the Wolf's Maw bridge view-port while at the same time listening to the ongoing communications broadcast taking place.

The captain on the other end of the line, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] did raise a valid point - the details of this liaison had been vague, which had precipitated the Starfighter Corps leadership's insistence on a full report of Roderik's activities during the meeting to start with. Not that additional paperwork was a chore for the career officer, not when it was a net benefit to the First Order at the very least.

For his part in the mean-time, however, Roderik stayed quiet and merely observed how this played out. The scrambling of multiple wings of starfighters was always an interesting thing to watch - and it would give the Major a chance to mentally time the 100th's launch time in comparison to some of the rest of the Starfighter Corps. It would also provide him an opportunity to get a gauge on this Army fellow, himself. No non-sense, he could already see. That kind of person Roderik could appreciate, even if they were brusque in their demeanor.

 

[Asharad Graush]

There was a nodding of his head as A'sharad listened to the... Justification.

"You mean your sensor array," he corrected without so much as a thought to the words he spoke. Perfection was what he was raised for, and despite him being anything but, he certainly didn't allow that stray thought to pass through his mind to dampen his own confidence. The High Colonel found it was easier to poke flaws into other's persona's rather than his own. "Regardless, I recommend sending your ship's data logs to High Command." His tone suggested that he wasn't giving an option.

If he was to be accepted by these Imperials, he had to out do them, right?

Of course, he had expected the question would come sooner rather than later. And he was quite forthcoming, as forthcoming as he saw fit anyway.

"You're to have your Fighters remain in the Hoth System. Clear your hangar bays. Tractor beam as many asteroids as you can into your empty hangar." The Wolf's Maw's own Hangar Bay was already empty, something that Roderik must've noticed on his way in. The ships that had escorted him in had been from the garrison on Hoth, now that the Major was on board, they had long since returned to the planet to continue their duties there. "Transport the ones too large in the beam through Hyperspace."

A pause.

"Open the line again when your taskforce has filled their hangars," without even needing to send an order, the communications ensign closed the line and A'sharad turned his head to the Major. "Your part now." He took steps back, towards one of the holotables on the Bridge, and threw up the schematics to a single large asteroid that rotated. An animated image. Hardly sophisticated by itself, but the designs and dozens of layers to it most certainly were. Other files were in tabs, all easily accessible for their viewing pleasure with multiple projectors to throw up numerous things at once. "Your part in this is to be the advisor from the Starfighter Corps," he explained.

"Have you been to Chiss Space?"

His own lessons had taught him they had served the Sith for a thousand years before they returned to the Galaxy.

"Within their Space they have numerous Firepoints, asteroid bases, to put it simply. My time in the One Sith had forced me to learn much about them, fortunately." Although much of his time had been spent trapped on Prakith, there had been times when he had travelled out to Empress Teta, met the newly appointed Queen, had gone to Tantorus, his Father's homeworld and home to nearly one hundred million other Sith Purebloods. Finally, he had also gone into Chiss Space and he had learned much of their tactics. Much of them were formations and strategies for space combat, and although he was quite capable of commanding a starship, it didn't appeal to him. Not as much as actually having his blade pass through another being's head.

The thrill of the fight.

"An undetectable rapid response taskforce. The best TIE Pilots easily able to be deployed across First Order Space at a moment's notice."

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

"Wait, what?! We are bloody filling ships with asteroids?!" He shook his head, and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "You know what, just forget I said that. Rausgeber out." he said, "Move closer to the asteroid field." He ordered to the Helmsman.

"But sir, what of-" the Helmsman began.
"Do you want to tell the High Colonel yourself that you won't do it?" Carlyle asked.

"Sir, of course not, but the damage, we won't be able to-"

"Helmsman, I will strip you of your rank, and have you licking sweaty Gamorrean unmentionables if you don't do this." Carlyle growled.

"Will do sir, setting course." The Helmsman whimpered, wincing underneath the Captain's wrath.

"Comms, tell the other ships to follow us." Carlyle commanded, "And evac the hangar bay, I don't want any casualties here."

[member="Asharad Graush"] and [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

With curiosity piqued, Roderik's head followed the High Colonel over to the holo-table, his eyes falling on the dimensions displayed of an asteroid facility.

The major took steps forward, rounding over to the other side of the table from @Asharad Gaush. He shook his head in response to the Sith hybrid,

"I have not." He stated conclusively, before listening to the basic explanation of a Chiss Firepoint provided by the Colonel.

The prospects were immediately apparent to Roderik, though he kept his internal excitement at bay - or at least tried to, there was often no telling what these Force Users were aware of, or what little tells could give away ones feelings around them. The thought did not necessarily bother him, though he certainly appreciated the restraint of not peeking into minds that did not belong to them, shown by some of the Knights of Ren and Sith in the service of the First Order.

"I will provide whatever assistance is necessary. Where to start?" The question was laced with a distinctly ambitious tone. Roderik was clearly eager to delve deeper into this First Order Firepoint.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

[member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]

A'sharad Graush remained silent as he felt the excitement of the Major. He didn't pry any further, merely because he couldn't, but it was known that he was a Sith. But, the Major didn't need to know he couldn't plant thoughts in his mind. Sith holding power over those beneath them and all that.

"We have already begun," he said. "Once the Captain's ships have completed their orders, we'll jump to Ryoone." Another image was thrown up onto one of the projectors over the table.

A Galaxy Map, specifically pertaining to the territory of the First Order.

Ryoone - A planet in the centre of the Empire's Space. Apt for travelling in every direction and still end up at somewhere of note in First Order Space.

"A top secret Military Station," he explains. "I've come to understand your Wing is the One Hundredth? I've heard they're quite good," he says. "It can act as a home, or at least a secondary place of operations for our people in the Starfighter Corps," he said. Surprise surprise. He was doing this out of the good of his heart. Sort of. Not really, not at all.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

While the Captain's own ships went about collecting asteroids, the Wolf's Maw was performing the same operation. The largest of the rocks were shrunken via the greatest tool there was. Turbolaser fire.

In the vast, mute place that was Space, the crimson bolts chipped rocks, making them smaller, even forming holes before they were tractor beamed into the hangar bay. It wasn't as fast as he'd like, but he knew they'd be finished within a few more minutes.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

The trio of star destroyers flew towards the asteroid field, blasting the rock like debris with efficency. The Defiant was in the lead, blasting the rocks into an oblivion. Carlyle anxiously watched the process from the bridge, the whole air of the room was tense. "So, sir, what's the deal with you an asteroid fields?" the gunnery officer asked

"The deal is, is that history has told us that a fleet flying into a bloody asteroid field never ends well." Carlyle snapped.

"Cite an example."

"Death Squadron, during the Hoth Campaign."

"You're going to have to be more specific sir."

"The Hoth Campaign during the Galactic Empire."

"Yes, and..."

"After the battle, Lord Vader deployed his fleet into this very asteroid field to pursue the Millenium Falcon which at the time held Princess Leia."

"And..." The Officer asked wanting more contecxt.

"The search, which wouldn't even yield the locations of the Rebels, lost the Empire three of their very best star destroyer crews. That's why I think this is folly."

"You need a little faith sir."

"A little faith?" The captain asked, "I don't want us dying before of some a-hole's folly. If command had told me this is what we were doing, I would have refused."

[member="Asharad Graush"] and [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Roderik nodded his head to the Colonel while his attention stayed transfixed on the holographic map display. The centrally located Ryoone was a known commodity to the Major, the planet itself fairly worthless - though the location was prime real estate for any kind of Quick Reaction Force - traditionally from a standard space station along the First Order's space lanes.

An asteroid facility that would not register as the home of starfighter squadrons? A stealth quick reaction force base of operations? Roderik could not help but grow in his excitement still yet.

"The hundredth is the premier Wing, yes." He said it quite as a matter-of-fact, with little arrogance to his tone. There was a certain truth to it - the Wing was the shining beacon of the Starfighter Corps, a testament to the re-organizational efforts of High Command and a true workhorse of the First Order. Each squadron of the wing was tailored for a specific mission designation - be it control of the stars with space superiority, or - most of use to this upcoming facility, a dedicated Interceptor squadron soon to be lead by soon-to-be captain, [member="Nils Brenner"].

"What will be the capacity for this Firepoint, Colonel?" Roderik's attention shifted entirely from the holographic display, and directly onto [member="Asharad Graush"].

An important question, and the first on Roderik's mind in order to provide structure to the internal brainstorming session that was sure to follow. Size requirements would dictate mission and assignment parameters. A mixed force starfighter wing was only as effective as it's initial goal outline. TIE Interceptors and fast-attack styled TIE bombers were obviously necessary, but what else?

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

The Sith Hybrid took a moment to think on it.

The hundredth was the premier Wing then. Good. He imagined what a wall of point-defense lasers and an Anti-Starfighter would do to them. Probably only a few moments before the best pilots became the hottest slag in the Galaxy. But his features didn't betray the thoughts that past through his mind. One moment they were there, and now it was gone.

"Six squadrons. The entirety of your Wing, if you'd like." He closed his eyes, the faint glow of the corrupted yellow disappearing. And then he opened them, he walked around the holo-table, throwing up an arrangement and numerous configurations of the complements and hangar bay sizes. "Different hangars for different classes. Or there can be a combination of them in a single hangar?"

He preferred more than one hangar, merely because if there was one hangar, if it had been attacked and they targeted the hangar, all of the TIEs would be gone.

@Roderik Von Brinkherhoff, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

Soon enough there was an asteroid that took up much of the capacity of the Wolf's Maw, hangar bay. Within its tractor beam projectors, there were multiple asteroids captured, all of them secured, merely rotating in their suspended state. At around this time, the Wolf's Maw was venturing away from the asteroid field, rotating slowly and heading back to open space.

"Are they ready?" A'sharad directed to one of the bridge officers at the sensor array.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

"We just got a transmission from the Vindicator, their hangar bay is officially full sir." The Comms Technician said, starring at his screen, "What shall they do?"

"Move their ship away from the asteroid field, and try to drag some of the larger ones with it." Carlyle said.

"Will do sir." Comms replied.

"How full are our hangars?" Carlyle asked, "Anyone have any idea?"

"Last we checked sir, the hangar foreman said they were close to being entirely full." The TIE Ops Officer reported.

"Get me updated on that, now. I don't want to cause some kind of dama-" The whole ship shook for nearly a minute, "Holy Kark! What was that?!"

The bridge which had gone silent, began to run through status reports to see what the hell had gone wrong. There was a good thirty seconds until a report came up from TIE Ops, "Sir, one of the asteroids, when we were dragging in our last catch ruptured a TIE fuel cell. The cell exploded, apparently there's just crap everywhere."

"How bad's the damage?" Carlyle asked.

"Not too bad. Hangar bay's banged up. But it's nothing but scorchmarks and dents."

"Karking hell, hurry this up. I don't want to be out here any longer."

[member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"][member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

The major nodded again briefly as he listened to the answer. A full wing, perhaps the 100th Fighter Wing itself, though they were directly assigned to the Grand Moff's flagship, Concordia. No, this would be another wing entirely, one tailor made for this exact purpose. Made in the image of the hundredth, but constituting a much more precise assortment of starfighters and bombers.

"Multiple hangars," He replied as his attention drifted between the various hangar bay configurations displayed above the table. "Without a doubt." He understood the tactical benefits of system redundancy, and their application in functional practice. It need not even require enemy combat action to render an entire hangar bay temporarily unusable, be it through careless munitions handling causing an unexpected detonation or any other host of causes. Putting everything in one spot was practically begging for the worst to happen.

Roderik leaned forward and pointed at one of the asteroid configurations, which showed no less than five hangars facilitating TIE launch and recovery efforts, in addition to larger hangar bays for shuttle and transport operations. He did not speak, merely indicated his approval of that one design holo-document.

At the same time the Wolf's Maw was beginning to maneuver away from the asteroid field, causing [member="Asharad Graush"] to query the obviously competent bridge crew.

"High Command have several updated starfighter models in contention for our newest defense contracts. Two come to mind that would be of primary use to this project. What is the time table for an endeavor such as this Firepoint, sir?"

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad's gaze followed the finger that was pointing to the configuration with five hangars and a final one, a larger hanger, that was for shuttles. Or they could have room for them. He nodded his head in understanding. It appeared that that was the decision they were going with. Very well. The other configurations disappeared from the screen with a few swipes of his hand, and then the chosen option was the last one on the screen before it fizzled out of existence and the holo-table went into a sleep mode.

Updated starfighter models.

I haven't heard...

Nevertheless, A'sharad nodded his head. "I am not overtly familiar with TIE models." How was he going to put his next question without sounding incompetent? What did they do? Fly, obviously. If that was the response he got, he was most definitely going to split the Major in half. Of course, that would have him arrested. So he pushed the question out of mind entirely. "Fill me in on their specifications," he said before he already started putting together his next answer.

A company - his company was already in position on the edge of Ryoone Space where the Station was going to be built. Armed with enough mining tools and detonite to hollow out the structure. They had other tools as well. Durasteel, quadanium, transparisteel, and whatever else they would need to construct the interior of the Space Station. "Before the end of the month," he finally answered.

And then he turned back to the front of the ship.

"Captain Rausgeber," he said over the open First Order channel. "Are your ships ready?"

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

The crew of the Defiant scrambled to pick up as many asteroids as possible, before picking a trail of three behind them. "Sir," It was the Comms officer, again. "The colonel has requested a status report."

"He can take his status reports and shove 'em where they d-"

"It's an open channel sir....."

Carlyle paused, red in the face with embarrassment, "He can shove 'em where they uh, where they don't do status reports." he said, "Like, the uh, the Mandolorians, and the uh..."

"You're rambling sir." The Comms technician interupted.

"Ugh, yes Colonel, our ships are ready to depart, a few scratches, but they, they should be fine." he then scowled at the Comms officer, "We'll be ready to launch to light speed on your mark sir." he said, returning to a more subserviant tone.

[member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]