Shoot for the Stars and Don't Look Back. [Open to First Order]

[Aram Kalast]

ERIADU
SESWENNA SECTOR

The bridge was quiet. An unusual event for any Admiral to experience but for the Supreme Commander it was starting to become the norm.
The First Order had barely even been alive yet, the faction forged through a series of commitments and ideals as deserters and abandoned men formed together from their scattered pasts in hope of something new and fresh. Yet for all the hope and desires the First Order lacked the power to oversee what they wished.
Domination.
Today would be the start of the change in the winds for the First Order. Finally they were starting to churn out the machines of war and Aram Kalast, Supreme Commander and right hand of Supreme Leader Ren was stood at the forefront of the First Order ingenuity.

They had dubbed the prototype the ‘Destructor-class’, it was a pathetic name in Aram’s opinion and he would be changing it the second that it was proven to be a capable ship for mass-production. Sitting at just under nine-hundred metres in length the ‘Destructor’ was in every way a Star Destroyer. It was smaller than it’s the ancestors and was considerably dwarfed by some of the capitol ships Aram had commanded in the Sith Amarda, but what it didn’t have in size it made up for in sheer firepower and advanced systems.

The comforts of a floating home had all been removed for the chance to fit as much weaponry and armour on the thing as they possibly could. The bridge had been sunken into the hull much more than the traditionalist Imperial approach and those shield generator bubbles were forever a thing of the past. This was a new era and with it would be a new style of warfare.

The First Order way.

“Begin operation.” Aram ordered the bridge. A loud hum accompanied the replies of the officers around him as the ship began to power-up completely. “Let’s see what she can do.”

 

[Connor Harrison]

He’d seen Star Destroyers before of various shapes and sizes, all retaining that familiar arrow-head design but each with their own unique look pertaining to the ones who had crafted it for purpose. The First Order now had their own arrow-head to pierce through the galaxy, and it looked mighty both on the outside and equally inside.

Kyle stood at the rear of the bridge, the white armour of the Stormtrooper being a presence to instil to all that this was a war machine readying itself for conquest. The E11 was in his grip, left hand under the barrel, right hand around the butt. There would be no need for the weapon unless they either had traitors on board or were assaulted by external forces – as if that would happen. The Destroyer would wipe them out before they even got on the radar probably.

Supreme Commander [member="Aram Kalast"] issued the order to move, and the figures around him both on monitors and at the viewport relayed this to those who would power the great Destroyer to its destination. The rumble was faint and the ship began to move.

Kyle could see past Kalast to the outside and onto Eriadu, a small smile forming as he wondered where the First Order would get to on this; his maiden voyage on a Star Destroyer.

 

[Aram Kalast]

Aram watched as the backdrops began to move through the viewport of the bridge. His position at the top most platform gave him the perfect view as well as allowing him access to the remaining crew stations beneath him. His officers would stand not sit, they were professionals not idle strangers.

“Engine read-outs Admiral?” He asked to an officer who was stood next to him. An Admiral Deesat if he remembered correctly.
“Optimal sir.” He replied as his eyes scanned across a datapad in his hand. “Pushing at sixty percent.”
Sixty? It was to much power for a simple move like this. Aram would have preferred forty. “Lower the output. Bring it to thirty.” He pondered for a moment. “I want to maintain movement speed however.” At this rate we wouldn’t even be able to catch Fringe smugglers.

 

[Aram Kalast]

“Engines are at thirty percent.” Deesat spoke from his position next to the nearest command console. “Movement speed is—“ He checked his reads again. “Maintained Sir.”
Aram was pleased with that. “Very good Admiral. Maintain present course and prepare for evasive system testing.”
“Of course Sir.” Deesat relayed the order onwards, the bridge offering a unified answer in return.

Evasive testing was something of a new move for the First Order, gone were the ideals that a ship could simply blast its way through any opposition. It hadn’t worked for the Empire, nor each of it’s predescessors. No, the First Order would operate as they saw fit, fast and striking where they wished. Their ships had to handle manoeuvres that a typical Star Destroyer would find hard. Hence the emphasis placed on these systems.

“Initiate Omega Six Protocol.” Aram declared and the ship seemed to lurch even in the vacuum of space, its systems initiating a hard left turn that took it almost to a complete ninety degree turn within seconds. They still drifted of course but the ship took it.
At least something was working as intended.