Respite | Confederate Defense Force

[Dondagora]

Location: Hangar >> Brig
Interacting: [member="Caesar Kenway"]

[SIZE=11pt]“Get your hands off me, fleshbags! Did you not hear that I have taken over your ship? This is the worst commandeering ever, I will leave you all a [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]very[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] poor review! I demand to speak to your manager.” The B1 Droid rambled on as a pair of soldiers picked Clanker up by the sides, careful to avoid any sparks from the open circuitry where his limbs had once been. Their first attempt ended with Clanker repetitively ‘pecking’ at one soldier’s head. After his initial pleas, and subsequent pecking, had offered him no recourse, Clanker took to his third plan. This plan, of course, was his masterpiece, something that had pushed his logic module to its absolute peak and required him to use his many months of experience among the natives of Endor to pull off.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Clanker began cursing at the organics in ewokese, insults so depraved that Clanker would not be surprised if he had just destroyed their frail fleshy sensitivities and caused them permanent psychological trauma. The B1 droid was famed on Endor amongst the tribes for his knife-of-a-tongue, metaphorically speaking of course, where many a tiny furry creature had been reduced to a sobbing mess after an honorable contest of insults between warriors.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The soldiers carrying him were largely unaffected, though many they passed seemed to cover their ears, surely to avoid having their souls destroyed by the slew of slurs Clanker tossed their way. It then dawned on the droid of what was happening: this army had assigned their most elite and hardened warriors to capture and escort Clanker. There was no other explanation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]On the way out of the hangar, a number of advanced battle droids were coming in, large and menacing. It was then that Clanker had his second epiphany which was definitely not being caused by the virus which had long since infected his logic module: these fleshy organic soldiers were nothing but the grunts. The true leadership of this fleet were the clearly more capable droids. No wonder the organics had not surrendered when Clanker gave them the chance, they were already serving beneath the superior sentience. With that realization, Clanker gave a nod to the battle droids as he passed. “Praise be MS-0. Forgive my rudeness, I am honored to be guest aboard your vessel.” He was then taken up an elevator to be placed down upon the floor of the brig. He guessed from there that he was to meet either the droid leader or an organic representative of the droid leader such that they may inquire to Clanker’s purpose aboard their vessel, to which he would happily comply.[/SIZE]

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

Kelsie grinned right back at her commander, returning the light nudge to the woman as she sat beside her at the table in the mess hall. It was good to be close to her squad, and Luna seemed to echo that sentiment perfectly as she explained why she was with them all during the training. She listened intently, her smile mirroring the redhead's. The last reason was exactly why Kelsie disliked the whole officer complex. The CIS was better than the Empire in that regard at least; all the competition between the Imperial Officers severely diminished their capabilities, more often than not. But there was a certain zeal that came with desperately wanting to surpass your superiors that gave the Imperials an edge over the worst of the CIS' bloated generals.

"I was imagining the exact same thing," she said, pointing to the armored girl who'd just spoken up behind them. "If I start to get lazy, for real, remind me to off myself before I get too bad." She chuckled softly, going back to her fruit and munching away a while longer. Kelsie was at least mildly impressed -- or at least satisfied -- by Luna's response. It was good to have a motivated and conscious leader. She'd never really appreciated that, honestly, considering for most of her career as a soldier and operative she'd lead her own squad, largely on missions that only needed them. She had never needed to be a good leader because she knew that her squad would always listen to her and always follow her lead; but with a larger unit it would be much more difficult. Kelsie could respect good commanders like that.

She glanced over at the Mandalorian again, pausing for a moment before sticking out her hand. "I don't think we've met. I'm Kelsie, you must be Allya, right? The Adjutant or whatever?"

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Luna Terrik"]

 

[Ayda Elisantra]

Location: Open Space, approaching the Dread Queen
Tagging: [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] [member="Caesar Kenway"] [member="Kathryn Foster"]
Posts: 5

Credentials lead to data searches, which in turn confirmed their identity and faction alignment.
Doctors Without Borders had indeed been cleared with CIS security but at a lower than military level, bordering just over civilian. This was due to the fact that DWB served within many factions, including those not aligned with CIS policies and decrees. Many factions although recognized the humanitarian aspect of DWB, the very fact that they were unbiased as to whom they treated in the battlefield caused much already heightened tempers of those engaged in warfare to flare.

But this particular group had last been registered as serving under the CIS flag over the conflict on Eshan.

"Yes, we would appreciate getting refueled... and if possible, get our medical and ration supplies restocked?" Ayda asked of the officer who had been put in charge of the group while on the Dread Queen.
She were always asking. it were not only her nature but that of the DWB, as they were a humanitarian faction with no resources of their own. All that which supplied them with ship and equipment were all donations. Their current AM-1 ambulatory craft were from Mandal Arms. Before that faction had been absorbed into the Confederacy. Hence, the unpopularity of DWB as they catered and accepted donations from all factions, including those who were in conflict with the CIS.

But the doctors, the crews and help could not be faulted as they were not biased themselves, but adhered to the Hippocratic oath, to serve, treat and provide humanitarian aid to all.

It were because of these little details that the crew were restricted to basic levels mostly reserved to low level security.
Ayda's team were happy to oblige by these restrictions as they were given adequate quarters with working refreshers and access to the main cafeteria.

Ayda on the other hand, a very very curious being asked for more freedom of movement.
"If it's at all possible and with proper escort...could I see more of this vessel?" She asked.
Ayda were akin to free spirits, good spirits among the many here. And she could sense many were not all battle hardened but had much of human compassion. It were at the time the circumstances upon which they were thrust upon that had them stray from this.

Ayda wished to know and perhaps interact with them. Her spirit called her to do so...

 

[z_Agents of Chaos]

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Not for the first time, the Fortressa served as a place for those of the Confederate Defense Force to just kick back and relax. After so many weeks of hard training, the soldiers had earned that little respite, funded by the Confederacy itself. The booze continued to flow freely as the Confederates interacted with each other. Some, met new people. Others, met their friends after a long time of being apart.

But the greatest gift that day did not come from those who led or organized the Confederacy, no – far from it. The greatest gift that saw that day was laughter, of their people having a good time, of people moving forward and separating, whether on purpose or accidentally, what was important from what was not.

The day would wane into night, and eventually, those who had gathered upon the ship for their time off would return to their duties. But one thing was certain; the Confederate Defense Forces were closer to each other than before, with their morale receiving a giant boost. From here on, they would only be getting better.