First Order: The World Turned Upside Down [T1 of Kaeshana]

[Ria Misrani]

FIV Emerson, Empire-class Heavy Frigate / Scientific Variant.
In Orbit of Kaeshana
Post 1 / 10


"We're in orbit above Kaeshana," Commander Cyone remarks as she reports back to the special team that was assembled. "Ensign Quentin, get on the horn with the FIV Hippocrates, let Dr. [member="Irajah Ven"] know that we've arrived and to assemble her away team." The young commander heads down to the forward of the bridge, Quentin nods to her that the message to Dr. Ven had been sent. "Get me a line with Lieutenant [member="Charlotte Reed"]," she orders the young communications officer. "Lieutenant Reed, do you have everything that you need?" It might sound silly but if they needed supplies or anything else they'd have to call into the nearest sector which at this rate was Val'Hala Sector Command at FIS Levinson in orbit of Varunda IX.

Commander Cyone with hands behind her back waited for the Lieutenant's reply. Lieutenant Choi approached her, "ma'am the team is ready, and giving you their coordinates."

"Good, get a track on them with the new badges. We should be able to monitor their life signs from here as well as keep an open line of communications with them." Cyone explains to Choi as the Emerson gets into position. "Any data that they find needs to be sent back, so we can get a better understanding of what happened here."

"Asteroid?" Choi offers, "or that's what I was able to dig up."

Cyone nods, "I know and thank you Choi, keep on top of the research and if you find anything let me know."

"The rest of the fleet has arrived, Commander." Ensign Quentin says, one Stormcloud-class assault-cruiser had been brought in due to its advanced planetary laboratories. Aermoira Cyone had been hoping that they could put off the expedition to Kaeshana until the new Conyers-class Science Frigate had been completed, but unfortunately something spurred the brass into advancing the mission. Her mission, it was her hope that they could come here, study the planet and help anyone who was left to be helped, or who might want or need their help at any rate. A secondary Blackwell-class vessel was in as well, the FIV Florence, a sister ship to the Hippocrates, were now on standby, a secondary Empire-class Heavy Frigate also of a Scientific Variant had arrived. The scientific variants of the Empire class ships simply had more laboratories and were outfitted with advanced computers to analyse data quicker. Three Raptor-class Assault Frigates had also completed their jumps, with their multi-directional sensor arrays the ships would be able to create a more accurate chart of the system as well as the route taken to arrive here. "Good, have our team of Raptors get to work on charting out the area, I want both of our medical ships a little closer to orbit, where are we with the Medical Cutters?"

"On their way, but let's hope we don't need to use them," Ensign Quentin remarked.

"Same."

"Okay the team has disembarked and are now on their way to the planet's surface, Balance guide them."

"May the Balance guide us all, Ensign," Commander Cyone added as she watched from the bridge as the small Imperial shuttle made way for Kaeshana.

Spoiler

Tagging: [member="Pierce Fortan III"], [member="Sioux Chambers"], @Beka Brinker, [member="Halcyon Greenslade"], [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"], [member="Daxin Novari"], [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Nathaniel Barret[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=tahoma]"]
Vessels Here: FIV Hippocrates, FIV Florence (Blackwell-class Medical Transports), FIV Regina, FIV Rowena, FIV Rihannon (Raptor-class Assault Frigates), FIV Emerson, FIV Engel (Empire-class Heavy Frigates), and FIV Stellaris (Stormcloud-class Assault Cruiser).
Vessels Incoming: Steadfast-class Medical Cutters.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 1
First Order landing site, Kaeshana

The chirp signaled that a message was coming through, and Charlotte went to touch her earpiece, but the environment suit helmet prevented her from touching it. She frowned and then touched the control on her wrist to open the channel back to [member="Aermoira Cyone"], surveying the supplies they had on hand before responding, "Affirmative, Commander Cyone." The supplies and equipment were of a scientific nature. The First Order was interested in Kaeshana as a scientific pursuit and a humanitarian -- or whatever that was when applied to the aliens that survived here -- project. The orders were apparently coming down from the Grand Moff herself that nothing be done to offer any military attack on the survivors of Kaeshana.

So they had sensors of all varieties -- magnetic whatsits, radiation thingamabobs, chemical humdingers. Charlotte Reed was in the Navy -- she didn't need to know about the fine print.

"Orders, ma'am?" asked [member="Aermoira Cyone"] over the communicator.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Hyperspace, Mid Rim, Near Kaeshana​

Status: Aboard the FIV Stellaris​

Post 1​

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The Commissioner reached up, gently stroking his chin as he thought to himself. He'd been writing in his journal, but come up short. As he scanned the page once more, he let loose a sigh. The writing wasn't coming easy today, but to be fair, he was a little nervous. Nathaniel along with a rather large contingent of engineers, workers, and even an entire cadre of scientists. Hailing from Riflor, the brown haired official understood and truly embraced the call when it came to offering help to those in need. He'd seen it himself on Riflor with the native Advosec and the collaboration between the First Order and their people. Quality of living in New Advora alone had increased tenfold since the First Order initially began the process of bringing Riflor into the fold. Again on Zarnathea, where Nate had driven an effort aimed at providing toys and medical supplies and treatment to the native populations there. Despite the rhetoric of the rest of the galaxy, Nate knew in his heart that they were doing the right thing.

He'd always had a heart for the people, his father had said it to him first as a boy. "You've got a heart kiddo. It'll be your greatest weakness but just you watch, it'll be your greatest strength when the time comes." Nate chuckled at that. If only his father could see him now, Commissioner of New Advora. Not only that but his heart. It was part of the reason he now sat aboard the FIV Stellaris, a Stormcloud-class Assault Cruiser. Funny it should be called an 'Assault' Cruiser, for this mission in particular it had been loaded with relief supplies, construction supplies, even a significant amount of high tech gadgetry from the Advorian Institute of Engineering. On Riflor, they'd discovered several unique building techniques which had helped the Advosec immensely, increasing the stability and resiliency of the structures against geological activity - Nate only hoped it could help the natives of Kaeshana as well.

He'd read up as much as he could about the planet but truthfully, little was known. They'd packed for almost any contingency but there was only so much equipment could help, when the fan was put to the flame, only their ability to adapt and face the situation on the ground was important. With one last sigh of resignation, Nate put the datapad back down on the small desk in his quarters, rising from his seat. Glancing casually at his chrono, he saw they were due for arrival any minute. No better time to 'rally the troops', the scientist and medical staff at his disposal. Putting on his patented grin, he stepped out into the corridor, headed for the staff quarters where they'd been billeted. No doubt he'd find them in the lounge talking engineering again. It never failed, get a bunch of engineers and scientists together and all they could talk about was work. Nate shook his head and smiled as his feet carried him down the corridors and towards his destination. He was ready, but were his staff?

[member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Charlotte Reed"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Sioux Chambers"] | [member="Beka Barineker"] | [member="Halcyon Greenslade"] | [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | [member="Daxin Novari"]​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 2
First Order shuttle Agnetea

"Affirmative, launch control," said Pierce into the communications console of the shuttle. The vessel was not what he was used to flying, but he considered it community service, and besides he had been asked specifically by the Grand Moff, his cousin, to serve on the task force. One didn't say no just because the ship was not to one's liking. Besides, these hours would count towards his class-C cargo vessel license, so it wouldn't be a total waste of time.

"Weren't you injured? At Castemere?" said his co-pilot, a fresh-faced baby officer.

"I was," said Pierce coolly. "Why do you ask?"

"I heard you flew too close to an exploding Star Destroyer," the officer replied.

Pierce smirked at his own reflection in the viewport. "I did," he answered simply. He glanced over at the other man and smirked. "Don't worry, this is a blue milk run. I don't foresee me getting the opportunity to fly close to a Star Destroyer." He keyed a channel to the communications tower again when they received clearance to launch. "Affirmative, Launch Control. We're taking off." He nudged the controls and the shuttle lifted off the decks and headed towards the ruin of Kaeshana. He glanced at his co-pilot. "Not to worry. You'll be fine."

 

[LT-137]

Location: Enroute to the Kaeshana System.
Allies: The First Order, [member="Valessia Brentioch"].
Enemies: Diplomatic Attire.
Objective: Escort and Protect the Ambassador.
Post Count: 1/20

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“It is always better to find your enemy, before your enemy finds you.”​

Sequestered within the heart of a mechanical beast, sailing the azure tides of the Empyrean, Sergeant Torian Pierce and those he had come to know as his subordinates busied themselves to stave off the kindling fires of boredom. They had just come off rotation when the newest assignment had been thrown his way, eliciting the agonized moans of alabaster-bound manchildren who wanted nothing more than to enjoy their scheduled shore leave. After having delivered the bad news, Torian found himself smirking beneath the characteristic smile of his helmet. From every historical HoloDrama’s he had watched in years previous to his service to the First Order, those that stared Actors portraying Soldier’s seemed to begin with their leave being canceled. While the smirk had opened the door towards the urge of laughter, which bubbled within his breast, the Stormtrooper had to clench his teeth to suppress the joyous outburst. There was a time and place for jubilant behaviour, and sadly - aboard this ancient Curich-class Shuttle - it was far from the appropriate setting.

For much of the transit’s duration, when he wasn’t berating his Trooper’s for their apparent lack of discipline, Torian had busied himself with learning about their intended destination. It was a world called Kaeshana, which until recently had been an aqueous paradise world populated with inhuman parodies of beauty. From what he could piece together from the myriad of accounts scattered across several databases and filtered into a single-use document, the world had suffered a catastrophic event, which had forced its natives to take to the skies in search of a new home. Though, many - either too stupid or stubborn to leave - had remained behind to scrape out a life for themselves in the wake of the apocalypse. It pained him to admit, such a fact was admirable - one that the Bakuran himself doubted he could ever follow through with.

As the Curich-class Shuttle had decanted from the whirling sapphire torrent of hyperspace, the Stormtrooper Sergeant tossed aside the datapad and gathered his men. The Fleet spilled out alongside them, dwarfing the small transport in their wake as they jostled for position above the world in orderly fashion. Withdrawing his eyes from the exterior viewports and the majesty of this Imperial taskforce, Torian rounded upon his men - seeing them snap to attention as soon as his lips parted.

“Troopers,” The Bakuran began, allowing his hypnotically implanted Imperial accent to spill across his every word. “You know your assignments. We’re in the dark here, so keep your sidearms close. Do not, and I repeat, Do not fire unless fired upon. It’s likely that we’ll run into pissed off natives - that or they’ll probably be curious as to why we’ve come. So unless you see a Blaster bolt endangering our charge’s life - I’d best not see your weapon drawn.” Narrowing his eyes, Torian glared at one of the more ‘Green’ Soldiers under his command. “Or else I’ll shoot you myself and leave you to rot on this Force-forsaken World. Am I clear?”

The entire squad, Ten fighting men and women stood straighter and issued forth an acknowledgment that filled the lower sections of the shuttlecraft.

“Good,” He said with the faintest hint of a smile. “Now prep for landing, and issue a summons to the Ambassador.”

| [member="Valessia Brentioch"] |​

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Shuttle, Kaeshana Hex​

Status: Prep for launch​

Post 2​

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"Well, this is - odd." the baby faced pilot fiddling with the controls said. Tapping at the console his eyes narrowed, a grin sweeping across his boyish features. "Ah, there we are - readings were a bit off at first but they seem to have stabilized." Doing his final pre-flight check, he tugged at the lap belt. It was a strange feeling after so many years of being a fighter jockey to hop back into a shuttle again. *It even smells different* Nils noted.

Nils Brenner had been a TIE pilot for years now, a damn good one too. His most recent assignment had been the 100th, but rumor had it he was getting his very own TIE Interceptor squadron. That had garnered a good laugh and a tear or two of joy from the young man, his true love found in the cockpit of the fastest ships in the fleet. TIE Interceptors had remained mostly the same in concept as they had over 500 years ago but now they were sleek, well armed, and were able to match just about any other ship in a one to one fight. That, and Nils had a penchant for 'knife fighting', getting in close to the enemy and laying into them with weapons on full slant.

Always the rebel, he reached into his flight suit, procuring a small flask from an inner pocket. Quietly unscrewing the lid and saying a silent prayer he took a swig before replacing the cap as it disappeared once more beneath the flight suit. *Well, here goes.* thought Nils as he keyed up the mic.

"Shuttle S - One - Zero - Zero - Tango, ready for launch. Awaiting confirmation."

Releasing the mic he waited for a response. It took longer than usual, Nils almost opted to key back up and repeat but a message interrupted his thoughts.

"Shuttle S - One - Zero - Zero - Tango, you are cleared for launch. Destination Coordinates locked. Proceed."

Giving his co-pilot a relieved grin, Nils transferred power to the engines of the shuttle, picking it up off the deck and towards the open vastness of space. Once in formation with the rest of the landing party, he'd set in their ground coordinates.

[member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Charlotte Reed"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Sioux Chambers"] | [member="Beka Barineker"]​

[member="Halcyon Greenslade"] | [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | [member="Daxin Novari"]​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 3
First Order shuttle Agnetea

Beka Barineker sat on a bench in the cargo shuttle, her legs propped up on the crates that populated the center aisle, with her blaster across her lap as she checked it. The scope was bolted on straight and calibrated appropriately. The stabilizer was locked in place, thank heaven. She studied the ammunition pack for a few moments, adjusted a setting here or there, then locked it in place. Beka Barineker was an agent of the First Order Security Bureau and had been tasked with escorting [member="Sioux Chambers"] on this mission.

She didn't know what awaited from on Kaeshana. She knew little of the planet, everything that she knew came from the briefing. She didn't know why they cared what happened to these people on Kaeshana, but hers was not to reason why. Hers was but to do, and die.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Post 1

Amuna was never given the choice, she'd been a little too young to have any say on whether or not her family would evacuate. Turning over her shoulder she looks at the small warband behind her. Motioning they fall in line, whoever these people were. They were going to be greeted with Ashira's might. Boots to the ground the Eldorai felt the splashes of something that resembled water lick up her pant leg. Mudtrapped into the tracks of her heavy boots, at one time this place had been a home and at one time they thought themselves alone in the Galaxy. Amuna held her blaster close as she ran through the ruins of what had been her home. Santiassa. Once the crown jewel of the Eldorai, now nothing more than a wretched, lawless place with gangs who control various parts of the old Capital. And then there were the Forsaken, a semi-religious group who preyed on the survivors, but at this rate - it was every man, woman and child for themselves really.

Her warband was made of those who had remained.

They hadn't much for weapons, anything of interest was already plucked from the planet. Amuna's prayer book stuck out from the back of her pocket, prayers. Prayers to the Goddess Ashira, for what good it did them. Or didn't do them, she held up a fist to keep everyone quiet. She had sights on the gang they were going to ambush just as soon as the time was right, sending out signals the warband spread out waiting for the right time to strike, provided nothing interrupted them.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 4
First Order shuttle Agnetea

Sioux Chambers sat opposite [member="Beka Barineker"], reading over her briefing book. The case of Kaeshana was curious. It was ecologically damaged from an asteroid incident. The First Order wanted to use the planet, with its tantalizing proximity to the First Order space, to get some sort of understanding of the disaster and how the flora, fauna, and sentient beings who survived managed to do so. The chance was too good to miss.

"Remember the Grand Moff's orders," said Sioux as she spied Beka prepping her weapon. "We don't want to upset the natives. I'd suggest leaving it on the ship," she advised, furrowing her brows. That would be dangerous, but antagonizing the locals might be more so.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Shuttle, Kaeshana Hex
Status: Formation Flying
Post 3
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Nils played with the controls, gently bringing his shuttle into line with the rest of the flight. Checking his HUD he grinned. *Oh this is rich* thought the pilot to himself. Keying up the mic once more, he spoke with a playful tone.

"Hey Pierce, didn't figure you for a school shuttle driver!"

He hadn't spoken to the fellow pilot in some time, life had taken them away from each other. That, and the injury Pierce had sustained during the Omega Crisis had seemed to linger much longer than either of them really wanted to admit. Pierce had been through hell and back and Nils couldn't exactly blame him. Nils was excited though, not much of a better opportunity to catch up than over a simple shuttle op.

[member="Pierce Fortan III"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post: I
Objective: Mapping the system.
Location: Outer area of the system.

"This is so bloody useless!" Carlyle snapped as he crossed the raptor's bridge. "Does command want us to be bored?" The commodore continued pacing up and down the bridge. The ship was small, and pretty bloody useless for what they were doing, which was mapping out the system. "I mean, for Kriffs sake!"

The sensor array technicians looked up from their terminals. For the last hour and a half, the commodore had been angrily ranting. He was far more suited to the control and dominant feeling of a full sized star destroyer, rather than being forced to use this, well, frigate. "How are the scans going?" he bellowed.
"At this rate, we'll be doing this for days, the current reach of the array, is well, negligible to say the least." The Navigator reported.

"Anyway we can speed this puppy up?" Carlyle asked.

"No sir, for an accurate reading, we need to maintain this course." The Navigator added, wincing in preperation for the forthcoming rant.

"Motherkriffer!" Carlyle roared.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 5
First Order shuttle Agnetea

"Sir, we're being hailed," the officer said timidly.

He tagged the button and saw [member="Nils Brenner"] on the screen. Callsign-named Savage, Nils did not appear to be so on first look. He was a gentleman -- clean cut, immaculate, and put-together. But anyone who had ever flown against him had learned that he had earned every ounce of his callsign.

Mostly before they died in a hail of Brenner's fire.

"First one to the landing beacon wins?" Pierce called as a response. "I can outfly you even in this hunk of -- " He glanced over at his copilot and favored him with an enthusiastic smirk. " -- state of the art First Order technology. But alas, all my crates are marked fragile so perhaps not this time." He grinned into the camera. "What the hell are you doing way out here? Thought [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] would have insisted you do what you do best -- blowing up fighters."

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

"Aw c'mon now [member="Nils Brenner"], be sweet on [member="Pierce Fortan III"], after all he did survive the Star Destroyer." Ishana said as she looked back the passengers on her shuttle, a bunch of squints. Squints. "Force help me, I gotta carry you guys down to the surface, I hope you got your suits. We're not turning back." She sighed and waited for the green light, "Shuttle R, -One- Two- One- Echo you are a go for launch, repeat you are a go for launch." About time, Ishana thought to herself as she steadied the shuttle out of the docking ring. Ishana would personally like a word with the maker of the ships that had no hangars, what in the karkin' space were they smoking? At any rate, she got back on the horn, "hey Brenner, you ever gonna catch up?"

Post ???

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Mid Rim, Kaeshana
Status: Aboard the FIV Stellaris
Post 4
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It hadn't been long before they'd arrived at Kaeshana, the Commissioner's nerves now tingling. Was he ready for this? As it was, he stood - fully suited up in an anti-rad enviro-suit, ready to board a shuttle down to the surface. They'd board through the docking rings, then transport down to the surface where they'd be building a temporary operation center, complete with medical aid station and a supply area so they could most effectively delegate construction crews.

With both hands, Nate locked his helmet in place, a sharp hiss sounding as the filtration system kicked in, sealing his suit completely. Hesitantly, he began climbing the metal ladder into the shuttle above. Looking quickly behind him, he was relieved to find about a dozen of his staff close behind, ready to board. *Well, I won't be doing this alone.* Nate had read about the tragedy surrounding the planet and from what he could tell, it wasn't exactly hospitable, a plethora of natural hazards as well as the natives - who as rumor had it - were not exactly friendly to outsiders.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 6

"Thank you, Songbird!" Pierce called into the com, then could be heard explaining to the co-pilot with an impatient mutter: "...yes, Songbird. And Brenner is Savage. Me? I'm Smoke. Yes, they all start with S. Yes. Oh for heaven's sake. I smoke like a chimney, that's why. Not because I almost got blown up. Heaven's sake, I was 'Smoke' before that. I was Smoke before you were born!" He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose as he turned back to the holocamera to face [member="Ishana Pavanos"] and [member="Nils Brenner"].

"Sorry, I've got a new officer. Shut up, you are new," Pierce added waspishly in an aside. He glanced over to Ishana. "I don't know about you lot, but I would pay to get back in my TIE. This is like piloting a Bantha. Let's hope it's not as messy or smelly."

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Shuttle, Kaeshana Hex​

Status: Formation Flying​

Post 5​

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The elder pilot's remarks cast a wry smirk across the younger of the two's face. Keying up he replied, noting [member="Ishana Pavanos"]' reply as well.

"Bah, You're only worried about the poor lug because you're sweet on him! What is it about you anyway Pierce, always reeling in the gals!" He paused for a moment. "Ah, shame! Good to see you old pal, perhaps we'll be able to catch a word once we're groundside, besides, I've got an extra special present for you, been meaning to give it to you for a while now."

Nils wasn't exactly above the board but had the more senior of the two known the trouble he'd gone through to get the 'present' he might have dismissed him at once. Nils knew his friends well and tended to look after them. Time could pass, years even, and Nils was still able to remember their favorite drink, or their favorite cigars - he just seemed to have a good memory.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

"And you wonder why you cycle through the newbs so fast, Smoke." Ishana commented to [member="Pierce Fortan III"], "it's that sweet, charming personality of yours." She says so sweetly while quietly shifting on her speed, and looking at her dash. Feth, had to get stuck with the slower of the shuttles. Frack it, she'd make it work - didn't get all those fun little scream-offs with her instructors for nothing. "Hey squints, hold onto your buckets, things might get a little queasy and uh, buckle up, will ya?" It seemed the former pilots of the 100th were being made to do the slow newb work, and as Ishana looked to her own green eared officer she sighed. "Kid it's that blue thing right there, can you flip it?"

"Awesome, just awesome." Ishana sighed, "so hey you guys remember that time we had to deploy out around, what's that planet's name again?" She snapped her fingers, "you know the one with the pirates." Yes, real descriptive there, "hey you out of the docking ring yet? [member="Sara Lee Jones"]?"

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post: II
Objective: Mapping the system.
Location: Outer area of the system.

"Three days, and eighteen hours." The Helmsman reported, quivering beneath the commodores glare. The officer had retired to his cabin, but had demanded the officer in charge of piloting would give him an approximation. The number, wasn't something Carlyle wanted to hear.

"Out." Carlyle commanded.

"Sir, I-" The Helmsman began.

"Out." Rausgeber venomously commanded.

"Y-yes sir!" The Helmsman replied, running from the captains quarters.

Carlyle heaved a sigh of frustration, and reached into his desk, pulling out his flask of Dossuunian rum. If he wasn't going to be able to enjoy himself proper, then kriff it. He was going to get hammered. The commodore opened the flask, and took a large mouthful, feeling it burn all the way down. What a feeling. What a day.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 7

Pierce chuckled at the banter on the comms. He had missed this when he'd been grounded. "I thought it was the way I handled my joystick," he said in a deadpan voice. The truth was, as much as he was known to flirt with such lady pilots as [member="Greta Kohler"] and [member="Ishana Pavanos"], there was only one woman that occupied his thoughts these days. Perhaps he was slowing down in his old age; perhaps his mother's nagging was finally getting to him, and making him want to slow down.

Perhaps he had finally found The One™.

But there wasn't time for that now; the mission was there, and it might have been a Blue Milk run, but he was supposed to be training the newbie. "OK, I'm switching controls to you. And be careful, or we'll make your callsign Shaky."

[member="Nils Brenner"]

 

[Hogrum Veed]

Victory-X Star Destroyer, Devastator
Post One.

The Lieutenant's uniform was crisp, his figure immaculate in the Imperial uniform. Appearance was everything to Hogrum, a sentiment instilled into hi by his parents. Brushing a hand through his already clean cut, he stepped out of the lavatory and headed to the bridge. His moron of a Captain would be awaiting him, and he must play the part of advisor.

Ever plotting, ever waiting for the day to pull the rug out from under the unsuspecting Officer.

And then he stepped onto the Bridge.

On the edge of the Kaeshana System, the Devastator watching over the construction of a long-range sensor which would give them forward mention of any ships arriving in the system from Galactic Alliance Space. Additionally, since the Heavy Cruiser was so large of a ship, High Command had determined that it likely wasn't the best idea to bring a warship so close to the planet.

"Lieutenant Veed reporting for duty, Sir."

"Come, come, Lieutenant, join me in my boredom."