Private Slights demand Reprisals

[VADM Tarsa Doon]

These people had lost their bloody minds. A full sweep of the sector in a quarter of the time it would normally take. When she accepted the position with Prefsbelt she expected things to become easier... For some reason. Completely ignoring the actual circumstances regarding her coming here. Rausgeber had thrown her a bone, instead of a rope. Though, more to the point, out of an airlock. More importantly, he had given a woman overpacked with vengeance a warship more than capable of doling revenge in copious amounts with nothing more than mere presses of a touchpad. That was something that sung to her. More so than anything else could. She lived and breathed for the war. There was never a moment in which she didn't consider how she could destroy those that plotted against the order, although she knew now that she wasn't TRULY apart of the New Imperial Order anymore. She had lost the backroom games.

She belonged to Rausgeber now. And he was smart enough to not only hand her a noose, but an iron steed of war. She had ridden it with glee and would continue to do so.

"And that moon, there?"

She pointed with her free hand, the other busy holding her chin, and head up. Slouched slightly in the main chair on the deck of The Exile. Fitting name, now that she saw everything in retrospect. The System map floating above the deck giving a real time read out of the surrounding system with surprising, accuracy.

'If the dissidents were hiding there mam, it would betray our intelligence. They would need much more gear that our intel suggests.'

Her brow furrowed, finger moving to run along her own jawline.

"Dissidents do not care about our intel, Lieutenant. Detach a squadron. Two Squadrons... I want that moon scoured. Report their fin-"

The woman stopped mid-sentence, turning to notice another Ensign carefully walking with another cup of... Something. It was his third time within the hour, and he clearly wasn't drinking it himself. Tarsa literally tracked him with her eyes first, then would turn her head, following his path out of the room. Those on the bridge would mimic this action, interested in what she was looking at. As soon as the doors slid open, Tarsa would rise from the Skippers chair, head snapping onto her Lieutenant.

"You have the helm, and my orders Lieutenant; I have business to handle."

'Mam!'

He sounded off with vigor, taking her place as she left it in sequence, and beginning to bark off orders in her stead. He was clearly psyched to have a little power. She had no problem giving it to him, after all it was these patriotic souls that would ultimately carry on the legacy long after old hateful sods like her had passed on. For now, she trailed this Ensign who was seemingly playing the part of errand boy today. Following him for what on this ship was a decent walk, roughly eight minutes or so. Finally, he would walk into a private quarters, and she was on his heels, stopping just at the corner to listen.

This was the Officers' quarters, which of her people were dragging men away from their stations so frequently for such a trivial matter?

'Your Coffee Officer Rites, I made it just as you requested.'

She rolled her eyes at the words, turning around and facing away as he left. Looking completely away from him as she knew he would go through the script. She didn't want to hear it. The Zeltron inside was much more of interest to her at the moment. As such, just as he was passing her, she turned again ignoring the salute he offered and strolled into the womans quarters uninvited. Hands behind her back, wrists clasped together.

"Officer?"

She questioned, voice dripping with contempt, and sarcasm. Though the slight smirk on her features betrayed her presence, or stature.

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[Mattali Omenza]

Slights Demand Reprisals
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Location:
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Officer Uniform
Sentinel Tech Gloves

Tags: VADM Tarsa Doon

The new promotion she had placed upon her was annoying. But, on the plus side, she was able to get her old station back. Working for her favorite admiral; technically only admiral. She missed The Exile, but honestly? She missed Donnie the most. It was fun annoying Zoraya, but Donnie actually fired back. Besides, Zoraya's 'black mailing' attempts were boring, Donnie wasn't afraid to throw a punch when it suited the mood; something about that just made it...well more fun for the Zeltron. Still, a homecoming like this, required a special event. So, seeing how she had to get Donnie's attention, she had gotten to work.

It wasn't hard to blackmail a lower ranked officer. The real challenge, was getting Donnie's attention. How to do that? Simple, make the most mundane looking distraction of all time. Asking the Ensign to go back and fetch coffee for her several times though, it made her wonder if her plan was dumb, or perhaps Donnie wouldn't be arriving. Though as the man delivered the third drink, she looked up from her holopod, an annoyed expression upon her face, until she caught sight of the amazonian officer. That frown burned away, replaced by a very excited smile. "Well done ensign, you're dismissed." She waved the man away, grinning at Donnie. Her suit was actually neatly pressed, several medals and pips on her uniform, indicating her as a Lieutenant now. "Admrial Donnie, oh how I've missed you. Got shuffled into the ISB, but, I got them to see things my way."

She waved to an open seat, smiling. "Come on, take a seat, let's chat. Things have been wild."

She was honestly expected a right hook to come flying any moment now.

 

[VADM Tarsa Doon]

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"Admrial Donnie, oh how I've missed you. Got shuffled into the ISB, but, I got them to see things my way."​

The woman's eyebrow raised, there may have been a hint of impression on her face. A pair officers would walk laterally past Mirinda's door at that moment, the black boots clasping solidly on the flooring as they trooped off to likely ensure everything was tip-top somewhere. Tarsa glanced behind her, then entered the room silently, moving inwards as the door hissed closed.

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"Come on, take a seat, let's chat. Things have been wild."​

She nodded her head at the invitation, straightening her own uniform out although she knew it was pristine as it were. She never left her quarters without looking her absolute best. It simply came with the territory. When she sat however, in front of THIS woman of all people, she slouched a bit, letting her feet slide out a bit from her to get comfortable in the chair and stared at Mirinda with curiosity.

"Better and brighter Rites? Go on then, let's hear it. What have you been up to?"

No, no hooks from the Vice Admiral today, after all she was under a microscope now. Fleet Admiral Anastasi Braisley did enjoy her random checkups, smiling Schutta thought she pulled the same leash that Rausgeber held. The second she had the opportunity, she was going to throw her under the land speeder, and then some. Though it wouldn't be any time soon, she was the Grand Admiral's favorite, after all.

Tarsa's fingers idly pinched at her lips, eyes trailing off to the corner.

She didn't give a chit about Rites story honestly, she felt like a rat in a cage. A fortress cage, with massive guns; but a cage none the less. There were still games to play. Project RUUSAN was still on hold as far as she was concerned, as the Grand Admiral hadn't yet called her to fulfill that aspect of her duties to him. Beyond that, she needed to keep up appearances, especially with what seemed like immediate suspicion when she took up her new Command Station on the NIV Exile.

Eventually, she would compose however, and lock eyes with Rites, "listening" to what she had to say, though in reality she was just thankful to be away from expectant eyes. Mirinda Rites, and her phony name and titles was no such person. She was a gutter rat, but one that Tarsa had zero choice but to respect. Coming from where she did? Her true story, that Tarsa herself brushed under the rug due to her skills?

She was honestly proud the girl had gone big time, but COMPNOR would pull her teeth and fingernails before she said it to her face.

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[Mattali Omenza]

Slights Demand Reprisals
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Location:
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Officer Uniform
Sentinel Tech Gloves

Tags: VADM Tarsa Doon

To say she was surprised that Donnie didn't straight up backhand her was a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. She grinned, pushing the newest coffee in her collection towards the woman. "I got three just how you like it, assuming that you do actually drink coffee and the girl at the chow hall wasn't swipping free coffee off you." She shrugged, not really feeling she had to apologize for dialing into receipts for shipboard transactions. She was bored, what else was she supposed to say? "Right, so, I got stuck with this dreadful girl Zoraya Ives-Ayres . Can't stand her honestly, she thinks she's smart, but has about as much sense as a barrel of kath hounds. You know she tried to blackmail me? Anyways, jokes on her, got promoted. Sorta." She shrugged, rubbing her temple, taking up one of her now cool cups of coffee and sampled it. Her face soured, remembering that she detested coffee. "It was lame, truth be told. So, first chance I got, came back here to you. See...I'm working on something kinda big." She tapped the table, musing to herself. "I'm working on designing a new siege weapon for ops, big special stuff, but I got to decide whose command I get to test it with. I decided you, my beloved Admiral Donnie, since you can keep a secret." Mirinda winked, setting her coffee down, and out of her way.

She sighed, figuring it was time to just get down to business. "So, Lieutenant Rites reporting for duty ma'am." She smiled, firing off a cute little salute for good measure. "So, is this where we trade comms and go back to tolerating each other or...?" Again, she braced to be shut down, Donnie hardly tolerated her it felt, but there was something about the Vice Admiral that...made her want to push her buttons.

 

[VADM Tarsa Doon]

Amazingly, Tarsa had pulled herself from her own musings, and began paying rapt attention to Mirinda. Mind you she never said she didn't care about the woman, but for a moment there she was caught up totally in her own problems. Also, Tarsa was smart enough to notice then, that Mirinda must have only treated her this way. Albeit the two had shared their fair share of personal time together.
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"I got three just how you like it, assuming that you do actually drink coffee and the girl at the chow hall wasn't swiping free coffee off you."​

She shrugged, herself then shook her head. Wait, what? It hit her then, that she hadn't seen her commissary card in about a week or so. Of course, it was 'her' ship, and no one would be asinine enough to turn down the Vice Admiral, most especially for a plate of chow. The card probably looked just like any regular troopers, which was probably why whoever this woman was didn't realize how royally she had fethed up.

Of all the people... Of all the people.

She patted her pockets subconsciously, eyes faltering away for a moment as she gave it brief thought. She was going to keep that in mind.

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"Right, so, I got stuck with this dreadful girl Zoraya Ives-Ayres Zoraya Ives-Ayres . Can't stand her honestly, she thinks she's smart, but has about as much sense as a barrel of kath hounds. You know she tried to blackmail me? Anyways, jokes on her, got promoted. Sorta."​

Tarsa moped at that, fingers interlocking as she canted her head a bit. She knew all too well how doggish the ladder could be, hell she herself had even blackmailed Mirinda briefly once she figured out who the girl really was. Tarsa stood suddenly, towering with ease, and menacing unintentionally, moving towards Mirinda and reaching past her for the most recent cup of coffee. She held it up, and took a sip, smirking as she noted it was indeed exactly how she liked it.

Cheeky Schutta...

For now, she returned to the chair, resting down and holding the warm cup in her hand, taking another sip and still listening.

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"It was lame, truth be told. So, first chance I got, came back here to you. See...I'm working on something kinda big." ​

Her eyes flicked up at her, but didn't betray her thoughts, which were honestly for some reason, an instantly piqued interest.

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"I'm working on designing a new siege weapon for ops, big special stuff, but I got to decide whose command I get to test it with. I decided you, my beloved Admiral Donnie, since you can keep a secret."​

Had she been any other woman, she might've blushed at that. Instead she narrowed her eyes lightly, saying without saying.

Careful...

She knew very well what she was referencing and didn't want the other getting comfortable even remotely joking about it. She was honestly still a bit sour that after she specifically asked to bring Rites to her new station, the woman transferred out not even a month later. She sent her a holomail. A fething holomail...

Her lip quivered when she remembered it, fighting the urge to splash her with the coffee just then.​

She sighed, figuring it was time to just get down to business. "So, Lieutenant Rites reporting for duty ma'am." She smiled, firing off a cute little salute for good measure. "So, is this where we trade comms and go back to tolerating each other or...?" Again, she braced to be shut down, Donnie hardly tolerated her it felt, but there was something about the Vice Admiral that...made her want to push her buttons.​

She sipped the coffee again, then rested the cup down gently on the table near her, indeed now remembering how she felt when Mirinda transferred out. She felt as though she had found someone to confide in almost, and then...

It hurt. And while her inbox was filled with messages from Rites, not once had she sent one to her. Tarsa stood, straightening her Officers uniform. Inhaling, and exhaling her instinctual, and emotional response. Indeed, keeping the fist that she very much wanted to bust this Zeltron's lip with, and instead settling her feeling with a simple sentence.

"You're a piece of work Rites, but welcome back."

The woman already had her comms, so she wasn't about to get a thing from Doon. She was probably spying on her no doubt.

"What's this Siege weapon you're on about? I'll have to run it by Prefsbelt Command, of course. They don't like people playing with their toys for no good reason. What manner of weapons platform is it?"

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[Mattali Omenza]

Slights Demand Reprisals
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Location:
Gear:
Officer Uniform
Sentinel Tech Gloves

Tags: VADM Tarsa Doon

"You're a piece of work Rites, but welcome back."

That response garnered a significant reaction from the Zeltron. Her head reeled back, canting a side glance at Tarsa, eyebrow raised. Not at all the reaction she had planned. Doonie was right about one thing though, the Zeltron was spying on her. Again, buttons. She liked to push. Hell, she spied on everyone really. But Doonie was like the crown jewel of spying on. She let the comment sink, and rolled her shoulders, no big deal right? Though what did get her back on focus, was the admiral taking interest in her line of work. "Well, it's a siege weapon, took inspiration from a Mandalorian armor we had in R&D, but basically..." She slight of handed a holo projector and placed it on the table, showing the model she had been tinkering with. It was a heavy suit of armor, the wrists seemed to open up, revealing heavy weapons, an operator sitting in the middle controlled the suits functions, almost like a pilotable droid, but the amount of hardware it was packing was immense. Small details streamed on the side about what it would need to have, list micro shields, anti missile defenses, orbital entry grade plates, before trailing off into technobabble words that Miranda herself struggled to grasp.

"It's going to be expensive, but we think it could work as a replacement for tank units being deployed, you know?" She tapped another switch, the image disappearing. "But, I think we might be able to test it's use once I have the prototype built. Might take me a bit though." Still was going to take time to get used to this. She had almost forgotten what being under Doonie was like.