Private Rise and Shine, Guardians

[Thorald Magnusson]

Wearing: Clothes​

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C.N.S. Hell Hound​

Tagging: Anashla Deshal
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Walking out to the bridge the High Marshal looked out towards the men and women underneath his command, dutifully working at their respected assignments, some monitoring communications, others checking on any anomalies reading in the area. They each were cogs in the eternal machine that was the Hell Hound, it wasn't his first choice, but the ship had been good to him.

The large man leaned down towards his second in command, "Have they arrived yet Commander?" His second in command looked up at him with a shake of her head, "Not yet Marshal, but it should be any minute now." All Jerric could do was nod as he rose back up to his full height and looked down towards his second, "Just keep me posted okay?" This he said as he took his stride and walked off the bridge, making his way to the room designed for any domestic or foreign dignitaries.

Taking a step into the doorway he looked around the room, it was very plain, meant to give a sense of easiness and relax those who were there, A long conference table sat in the middle, riddled with food and other such delights that might be pleasurable to the humanoid pallette. Looking around he raised a brow slightly as he noticed that they had also put out strange nectar onto the table, blood-red in color. He had seen it before but it was not something the staff usually served at such meetings. Walking over Jerric dipped the tip of his pinky in before sucking the liquid off, Brilliant, oh how this liquid is delicious.

Jerric walked away, intent on not consuming all of the enticing nectar that was left out on the table for him and the High Marshal Deshal. Jerric decided it was best if he made his way to his quarters to make sure he was more than presentable for the occasion at hand, it was important that the two get along, especially because they both commanded major naval forces of the Confederacy, them not getting along would most likely cause major issues in any future endeavors the two might have.

But, that was all to be found out in due time, all Jerric could do now was wait, and try to not consume the nectar that await him in the meeting room.

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[Anashla Deshal]

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One might expect High Marshall Deshal to arrive on her flagship. She was nobility so some might expect the need for extravagance to outweigh common sense. Anashla however was not your typical royal. She was the princess of an entire planet yet she was also its military commander and at the same time, she served in the Confederate Navy. Her tasks at home had been left to another for the time being. She was prudent and there was no need to move an entire dreadnaught for a single meeting just to stroke her ego. To that end what emerged from hyperspace was a small shuttle, carrying only the High Marshall and a small flight crew that knew their commander well. Seconds later a trio of starfighters jumped in forming an escort detail. Anashla was not one for fanfare or unnecessary detail she had insisted on the smallest of fanfare for this trip.​

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As the shuttle made its final approach to the main hangar, the fighters broke off and took up a patrol around the nearby system while waiting for their commander to be done with her meeting. The shuttle itself set down gently yet as she felt the jostling from the shuttle landing on the deck she stood and started toward the ramp as it began to lower. a datapad she had been reading was tossed on the seat she had vacated before she began the descent down the ramp. She afforded a momentary pause as the deck crew secured the shuttle and began overseeing its maintenance. Quickly she glanced around the hangar before she started moving toward the bridge, only to run into one whom she assumed was to bring her to the high marshall.​

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The guide was hardly needed, after all the Hell Hound used to be her vessel but she indulged the crew as her arrival was announced and she was led through the corridors, being back on this vessel was an interesting feeling it had been only her second command but perhaps her most enduring one. After the events of Rhand, she had been transferred to the command of the Ventress, the former flagship of the Knights Obsidian. It was quite the marvel of engineering but still the Hell Hound had a touch of nostalgia for her.​

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[Thorald Magnusson]

Wearing: A Suit​

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C.N.S. Hell Hound​

Tagging: Anashla Deshal
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As soon as the High Marshal's shuttle entered the system Jerric was informed about it, he slid his watch on before fixing the hem of his suit one last time. His shoes clicked against the metal floors of the Hell Hound as he made his way to the meeting room once more.

Standing before the table the Marshal waited as his compatriot was escorted to the room for the meeting of the two fleet commanders. He was updated on the movements of his guest as she made her way to the meeting room. He heard her before he saw her, the sound of shoes against the floor an easy difference compared to the normal sound of boots that the crew wore.

As the other Marshal rounded the corner Jerric gave her a warm smile and gave a slight bow from the hip before looking back towards the woman. "Lady Deshal, I am pleased that you arrived safely. My staff has put together a small arrangement of food for us as we discuss the plans we have moving forward. I pray you to join me."

The man motioned towards a chair before pulling it out for the woman to sit down. The woman that stood before him was exactly as she had been described to him by some of the more veteran of his crew, she may have been a princess at one time, but she was a military commander, the air of confidence she gave off was chilling she was certainly one to be respected and feared.

Jerric took his seat across from the lady, having himself poured a glass of the red liquid that was laid before the pair as he retrieved a datapad from one of his assistants. "I understand that you were one of the previous commanders of this hulking vessel, many amongst the crew that has been fortunate enough to serve long enough remember your exploits and speak highly of you."

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