Shaking hands with a Mando [Imperial Remnant/Mandolarian]

[Caius Flavian]

Musical Accompanyment​

Star Wars​

An Imp shaking hands with a Mando​

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The Galaxy Is in constant change, astronomical objects move at speeds barely perceptible to most. Those that inhabit the uncaring void between stars and the worlds on which people live upon only know one thing. ​

That Peace and War are ways of life…​

Factions vie for control of the galaxy.​

One such faction by the name of the Mandolarians seek the aid of another faction the Imperial Remnant. What aid that might be we’ll see in time as the story unfolds.​

Particpants: Caius Flavian ; [member="Strider Garon"] ; Perhaps others from either faction​

 

[Caius Flavian]

Battle Group Retribution

Spoiler

Three Imperator Class Star Destroyers; Nine Absolution Star Destroyers; Six Crinan Destroyers; Twelve Merciless Class Frigates; Three Noble Class Frigates; Six Extinguisher Picket Corvettes

Location: Engaged in an orbital slingshot around the planet Kalee

The Kalee system was now becoming a busy place. The recent development of a hyperspace route from Muunilist to Kalee was stimulating basic trade. The Kaleesh revival program was also in full swing. Several tribes who had been displaced had returned. My battle group held orbit around the moon.
I stood on the Herald of Retribution’s bridge. My gaze held on the formation my own ISD II and two other ISD Is whom accompanied the Retribution.

Today we performing a series of fleet maneuvers as part of exercising our combat capabilities in space.
Precision and Discipline was the ethos for today.
“Commodore! We are prepared to execute an orbital slingshot” Captain Ria Saunders reported, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Wonderful, issue to the battle group we are green light to go!” I ordered. The female Zeltron officer clicked her heels together and strode to back to the command pulpit. A fine example of military bearing.

The three star destroyers and the attending escorts began to slowly maneuver around Kaleesh maintaining a tight formation. Our path would sling us out toward the planet Tovarskl. From there we would meet up with Patrol Group Alpha of the systems defense fleet. Perform the necessary resupply and continue on to Remsh were our fighter pilots would undergo intensive training.
Just an average day in the Imperial Remnant.

 

[Ral Sanaka]

Patrol Group Alpha

Spoiler

One Absolution Class Star Destroyer the Frozen Luck; Two Merciless Class Frigate; 3 Extinguisher Class Corvette

Location: Holding Orbit around the second moon of Tovarskl

“Sir Hyperspace signature has just arrived outside our area of operations”
“Are they broadcasting the AEI codes?” I inquired.
“No sir it appears to be mandolarian”
A frown crossed my face. I stroked my mustache and considered the [SIZE=11.8181819915771px]possibilities[/SIZE].
“Understood all hands general quarters. We’ll maneuver to intercept, send word to Battle Group Retribution of an unidentified vessel entering the system. Hail their vessel and request their intentions!” I ordered. The communications officer promptly began to submit a series of transmissions requesting the vessel to maintain its present position.
Last I recall we had what amounted to a non aggression pact with the mandolarian clans. I was unfamiliar with their ways. So until we fully understood what was going on I was going to play it safe.

 

[Strider Garon]

Stellar pinpoints elongated again as the SC-M star yacht came out of hyperspace. The lone occupant of the non military and lightly armed vessel was no other then Strider Garon, Field Marshal to the Mandalorian forces. He choose this specific class of ship for it pose no threat what so ever, which perfect for a man that had been flying around the galaxy and into non mando space to drum up support for his War Campaign.

Though the moment he ship broke from hypserspace Klaxxon alarms raged though the yacht, spiking the old man to full alertness as his glued to the data screen that as showing a mass Imperial Fleet pinging him. "Fek!" Strider growled to himself as this was no the low key entrance he was looking for. His right hand gripped the throttle and deescalated the ship's speed to a full stop.

He left hand quickly flicked the comms button to reply back to the aggressive Flight Control officers that were excitedly and impatiently waiting for the yacht to reply back. And rightfully so, the Mandalorian navy would of taken the same precautions if such a in affiliated craft happened upon a battle-group.

"This is SC-M Star Yacht........" Ahhh crap he forgot to change the designation name of the ship. "Love Boat" He had infamously used this ship on a few other 'diplomatic' missions before and had not thought of changing the name to something more appropriate. Smooth one old man, very smooth he shook his head as head in embarrassment. "On a diplomatic mission to the Imperial Remnant"

[member="Ral Sanaka"] [member="Caius Flavian"]

 

[Ral Sanaka]

Patrol Group Alpha

Spoiler

One Absolution Class Star Destroyer the Frozen Luck; Two Merciless Class Frigate; 3 Extinguisher Class Corvette

Location: Approaching the Star Yacht Love Boat; near the second moon of Tovarskl

“The Love Boat?” I couldn’t help but let loose a chuckle. “If this is a ruse then the Mando’s have some of the best humor at springing a trap.” Clasping my hands behind me I began to pace the bridge for a moment. The communications officer eagerly awaited my next order. The vessel was hardly armed.
Diplomatic mission?
“Comms, inform the Commodore that we have identifying the vessel as a neutral party and representative on a diplomatic mission. Inform the Love Boat that they are to assume formation with our corvettes and that they will be meet with our highest level authority in this system. We will also begin a gravity assist course correction and move to meet with Battle Group Retribution. Helm submit the navigational data to the patrol group as well as the to the Love Boat”
I stroked my mustache in thought. Did that cover everything? I guess it did.

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Ral Sanaka]

((Double post...))

 

[Caius Flavian]

Battle Group Retribution

Spoiler

Three Imperator Class Star Destroyers; Nine Absolution Star Destroyers; Six Crinan Destroyers; Twelve Merciless Class Frigates; Three Noble Class Frigates; Six Extinguisher Picket Corvettes

Location: Gravity assisted acceleration completed; Five hours from Torvarskl.

What we dubbed as the orbital sling shot was a maneuver to utilize the natural elements of gravity to our benefit and gain a momentous boost in speed. Doing so cut down on the travel time between in system celestial objects.
I nearly laughed as a report from the Frozen Luck reached my desk. “The Love Boat” I said aloud. The Mando certainly had a sense of humor. A diplomatic mission? I had my signature 20 ounce travel mug filled with my favorite blend of Yavin spice tea. I looked up to young ensign who had brought me the report.
“Ensign I would like to open a holocommunications with this Love Boat”
“Yes Sir, we’ll transmit through the Frozen Luck. It appears that Patrol Group Alpha will be meeting us up sooner rather than later”
“Wonderful I prefer discussing things in person. However since we are in a bit of a waiting period I’ll simply inquire as to their health and see what accommodations are needed.”
The young officer clicked his heels and snapped to attention before. A moment later after some finagling a line was setup.
“Attention Love Boat this Commodore Flavian. My understanding is that you are here on behalf of the Mando’ade? If this is the case you’ll be meeting with me aboard the Herald of Retribution. I look forward to our meeting. Forward a list of any allergies you might have to any foods and any preferences. We will dine.” I left the comm open in case the Mandalorians wished to reply.

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Strider Garon]

The embarrassment of his ship's name subsided as it was time to get to business. "Yes I am representing Mandalore, Commodore Flavian!" The old man replied, informing the Imperial Officer of his intentions "I am Field Marshal Strider Garon and I have no allergies concerning food, You make it, I eat it," the mando was a soldier, he would eat anything without complaint.

Strider would only make slight adjustments to his flight path enroute to the Herald of Retribution. He kept the Love Boat at a even pace with the escort fighters that were "guiding" him in. Eventually the transport, with full permission, would dock with the Imperial Capital chip. With a few clicks of a few buttons and the ship would power down and the loading ramp would lower to allow the Mandalorian to come aboard.

Strider was clad in his beskar'gam that hid his muscular frame under armor that had visible evidence of decades of abuse in battle. His golden shoulder cape draped off his left shoulder with his helmet tucked under his bionic left arm. His snarly age worn face was exposed, His long black hair was only kept with a ancient red bandana giving him a barbaric resemblance instead of a diplomat. The Mando had left his EE-3 carbine aboard but he did have his Westar-34 holstered off his right hip and other assortment of goodies about his frame. Most would think he was dressed for battle, and they would be partially correct. But any of those that know anything about mandalorians, they are always dressed for battle even if there was non to be had.

He would walk down the ramp to meet the greeting party.

[member="Caius Flavian"]

 

[Caius Flavian]

[member="Strider Garon"]

I had made my way down to the one of the indoor shooting ranges.
Roughly a dozen other officers and enlisted were presently practicing. It was a doctrine that all navy personnel perform at minimum of fourteen hours of small arms training each week. The Storm troopers however performed at minimum twenty one hours of small arms training each week. However the storm troopers were often using sections of the ship for training purposes of retaining readiness status in the event of a boarding action. So often times their small arms training involved a great deal of stun rounds being used and sections of my ship looking like a war ground.
I decided an easy icebreaker with a mandalorian was to do something we both had in common other than of course eating and drinking.
[SIZE=11.8181819915771px]Firing guns for fun.[/SIZE]
Captain Ria Saunders was here. Practicing with a scatter shot
I would be here practicing with my pistol
While an ensign assigned to retrieving the mandalorian representative should be here any moment

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When the mandalorian resplendent in his beskar’gam stepped out of the ‘love boat’ a contingent of storm troopers provided a welcoming party standing at attention at the bottom of the ramp. An Ensign along with a Storm trooper captain would greet the Mandalorian with salutes as was customary when greeting a foreign national of flag officer ranking.
I had made clear instructions that if the representative had a side arm or rifle to allow him to retain the weapon while on board the vessel. Of course the storm trooper captain would state to the mando that unauthorized use of the weapon while aboard the ship while acting as a representative would be tantamount to conducting an act of espionage. Imperial Law had strict but straight forward consequences for such an Act.
The Ensign would escort the mando to the firing range on deck 96.
“Right in here Field Marshall” The Ensign would give one more salute before clicking his heels and standing at attention to await further orders from myself.
Inside the range was filled with the crack and whine of a now almost a score of blaster fire