Asharad Graush
D A N G E R O U S
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.
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.