Strength Through Joy [FO Dominion of Trenwyth Hex]

[Greifen Ren]

Post: 7
Objective: Misc. [Negotiate the annexation of Conglomerate Prime]
Allies: [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

Greifen expected Jaster to have stipulations. However, they were points that the First Order was more than willing to meet. Conglomerate Prime was not valuable only for its natural resources, but also for its people. The Trade Conglomerate possessed many scientists who would be valued by the First Order, especially given the Order's penchant for pushing the boundaries of scientific progress. They were intensely interested in absorbing the best scientists the galaxy had to offer in order to fuel their ambitious programs, which included the construction of a singularity drive. Greifen Ren was not privy to the inner machinations of the Bureau of Science and Technology, but even he heard rumors that the First Order's scientists were aiming to accomplish something that not even Palpatine, the great God Emperor before them, would dream of; to fold space itself.

"Your terms are agreeable," Greifen said after a moment of pause. "Our ultimate goal is to see this planet functioning properly, and the Droizer problem is an impediment to both you as well as the First Order. Thus we shall commit our forces to eliminating the Droizer threat."

Shifting back in his seat, he continued. "Additionally, I've been informed by the Supreme Leader that the scientists of the Trade Conglomerate will be welcomed with open arms into our Science and Technology Bureau. We will be pursuing projects in the future that will require the expertise of those such as them. Additionally, the First Order will work to rebuild the planet as best as we can. Your company is free to do business as it pleases so long as you respect the First Order's labor and ecological laws, and you do not do business with our enemies. At present, this includes the Galactic Alliance and the Kathol Outback. Is this agreeable?"

 

[WD-334]

Location: Annaj, Marshes
Objective: 5
Post: III
Others In Area: [member="Darth Veles"]

Once close enough the war droid's optical sensors picked up two armed. It remained still before them, not seeing a third like the motion tracker had said there were. Before it could look around, they open fired. They missed, but the droid took this as an act of aggression. ?The passive code was pushed aside, and it went right into Imperial War Droid mode.

"Lay down your arms and surrender yourselves to the Empire." It's voice came out in electronic beeps and groans. When they did not comply, it went into action. It stepped forward, lifting it's rusted loader arm above it's head as it did. Shrugging off any shots that hit, it brought it's only weapon down, aiming o crush one of the attackers, then swept it across the muddy ground to knock the second off their feet. As it did this, it continued to repeat the warning, fighting them off with bone-crushing attacks, wildly tossing it's arm around and trying to stomp at them if they got too close, to put them off balance.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Annaj Swamps, Rebel Base.
Objective 7: Resistance Bustin'
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Post Fifteen.

The High Colonel nodded his head when the Lieutenant of the Gundark Gunners went to make his leave. The Gundarks would take the east wing, then Cresh and Desh would sweep the area they had just come through. Zerek Platoon and A'sharad would take the lower levels.

"Cresh and Desh, sweep over what we just went through," the Platoon Captain saluted and before he got too far away, A'sharad snatched his arm and said, "Bring that wall back up too, as if there was never a hole in it."

"Yes, Sir," the Stormtrooper Captain said, and then he released the soldier as they parted ways.

"Zerek, with me!"

To the left they went, descending further into the rebel base.

Within minutes they were on another floor, multiple racks all over the place, some of them full with blasters, others holding few, or none at all. So this was an armoury? Walking past the weapon racks, there was a larger room in the back, not that much larger mind you, but its interior bore the appearance of a laboratory of some degree. That's when his commlink rang with the voice of Lieutenant Wenck.

"How big is it? Did they go on foot, or is it a vehicle tunnel?"

The answer was immediate. The Sith High Colonel was already formulating ideas.

"You get that Cresh?"

"Yes, Sir, Squad Haus is closest to the East Wing on the exterior of the facility."

"I want a perimeter a mile out from the base, all around. Double time. Lieutenant.. Wenck?" A'sharad tried to remember the list of names that he had gotten prior to the deployment of this mission he was charged with heading. "Send your team with them."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 8
[member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Daxin Novari"] | [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]

Half-turning on his crutches, Pierce found himself on the receiving end of [member="Nils Brenner"]'s banter. "Have you even been to a ballet, Brenner?" he said with a laugh. "Snowshoes! I ask," he shook his head. "I think I'd have a right tiff, too, but listen to us -- belly-aching while Kohler here puts her head down and does it. My God, someone should follow her for when that thing inevitably throws her off balance." He glanced at [member="Greta Kohler"] and said, "You're a braver man than I am, Gunga Din!"

He turned back to Nils and answered: "The place is deadly dull. Would you believe they wouldn't even let me smoke in there?" He snorted. "Absolutely ridiculous. How am I supposed to heal?"

Pierce's probing grey gaze followed [member="Greta Kohler"]. "Greta," he called as she mounted the ladder to her ship, but once he caught the attention of the lovely atmospheric fighter pilot, he wasn't quite sure what to do with it. He raised his hand with a little wave and then pushed his cap up. "Godspeed, Kohler. I'll be -- I'll keep my fingers crossed." He placed a hand at the center of his chest and inclined his head. "Be careful -- for Novari's sake, if not your own. If that thing shakes loose and you crash I'm going to beat the tar out of him with my crutches."

He turned and grinned genially at [member="Daxin Novari"]. "Right?"

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: XVI
Objective: VII: Storm the bunker with my boy [member="Asharad Graush"]
Location: What are doing in this swamp?!

"It's about three men wide, so I s'pose you could send a speeder bike down here. It could be," he said, "But I personally wouldn't. I'll send two squads through." he got off comms, and turned to the two teams. "Good luck, and be careful, we don't know what the kark's down there."

"Will do sir, if we find anything, we'll smash 'em." Squad three's officer replied.

"That's what I like to hear, move out." Rexus said, before turning back and walking back towards the central room where he'd met the colonel. "Know where the colonel is?" he asked a White Wolf.

"Yes siree, right down the armory, it's that way," The trooper responded, pointing him in the direction of where the Sith last was.

"Thank you," Rexus replied, before putting on comms again, "Squads one, two, five and six, I need a mile wide perimete of the base, move out and secure that, understood?"

"Yes sir." the squads replied as Rexus entered the armory. He stood tall and still.

"I've sent two squads down the tunnel, if there's any trouble, we'll find it."

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Post: 12/38
Location: Xal 3
Allies: [member="Basileus Isauros"]
Enemies: unknown
Objective: Build orbital shipyards

After having spent a good night's sleep inside her own quarters, Dunames realizes that the Ultima was, while not used in a pure freighter configuration, a ship that had almost no passengers onboard. Once Dunames had her chance to be awake and eating her breakfast after her night of sleep, she has come to a grim realization: she spent more than 24 hours without sleep ever since they reverted back to realspace over Xal 3. It was hired by Iron Crown Enterprises to be used as a freighter and nothing else, hence the apparent lack of passengers. Normally the Ultima would have about 30,000 passengers or so, while the rest of the space would be used for cargo, about 40 million tons or so. The tug crews must also be rotated: eight hours a day for each tug worker was a good work schedule for each worker. Dunames may be a megalomaniac, but at least she have rather humane methods to achieve that.

"There's only 10% of our parts complement left, captain!"

"That was, to say the least, fast. I would have thought that such a ship would have required about three or four days, maybe even a week, to unload so many items at once, with 36 tugs in tow"

"The Imperator drydock is almost complete"

"Thank the Force for prefabricated components; they take a load off assembly"

 

[Heveticus Maw]

Post: 1
Location: Xal 3 Shipyards
Allies: [member="Dunames Lopez"] [member="Basileus Isauros"]
Objective: 9

"FIV Excubitore, this is Heveticus Maw, representative of Iron Crown Enterprises. I am here to inspect the shipyards."

Heveticus Maw's gained his first major position today, he was hoping to become more independent with his work after working under a terrible supervisor.

"Mr Heveticus Maw, we have had hostile engagements with Resistance members who attempted to cripple the shipyards. The enemy has been dealt with and we are holding the last remaining crew member as I speak," Commander Isauros responds.

Heveticus docks his transport in the shipyard nearest to completion. He wonders about the state of the shipyard. He exits his ship and walks to the site Foreman.

"How is progress, this shipyard looks complete," Mr Maw says.

"The first and second shipyards main shipyards are near completion and require no more parts. The last will require more supplies. The construction has been greatly quickened from the supplies delivered from Ultima. I doubt they have the supplies to complete the final main shipyard."


"Hmm, I will contact the Ultima about this. We can call in for more supplies if they do not."

Heveticus returns to his ship and opened a channel the to Ultima.
"Ship Ultima, we thank you for your services. I am Representative Heveticus Maw from Iron Crown Enterprises. We thank you for your supplies, however, I must ask if you have enough supplies left for the final main shipyard? The first two shipyards have all requisite supplies to complete construction."

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Annaj Swamps, Rebel Base
Objective 7: Resistance Bustin'
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Post Sixteen.

While Lieutenant Wenck gave his orders of a perimeter, the White Wolves were also receiving the same orders from the High Colonel. No doubt, the coalition of stormtrooper forces would band together to begin forming that perimeter. They had the gear to do it. Motion detectors, heat sensors, and the foliage from the trees and the swamp could act as camouflage for F and E-WEBs all over. By the time the Lieutenant had come in, A'sharad was finishing calling in the extra supplies.

"Yes, Compound secure. It's good for operation planning," he communicated up to some starship above them in orbit of the planet.

The Captain of said ship decided to conform to the idea.

"Good, Lieutenant," he said, turning back around to look upon the man. Down the stairs came some of the soldiers that bore the exosuit, and they set it down upon cleared out tables. "You did well today, as did your unit. I'm surprised, however, they still have much work to do," he said in that cold voice of his. From the way he spoke, one would've thought that he was intending to berate the Lieutenant, but his words were anything but. Likely, they were the closest they'd get to a compliment.

"The White Wolves could use the brutality. The... Gundark Gunners could use the precision and discipline of the Wolves." A'sharad said, looking about the armoury. "This Base can be used for our combined units - to learn from each other."

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Post: 13/38
Location: Xal 3
Allies: [member="Heveticus Maw"] [member="Basileus Isauros"]
Enemies: unknown
Objective: Construction of orbital shipyards

"We're being hailed"

"On screen"

"Ship Ultima, we thank you for your services. I am Representative Heveticus Maw from Iron Crown Enterprises. We thank you for your supplies, however, I must ask if you have enough supplies left for the final main shipyard? The first two shipyards have all requisite supplies to complete construction."

"I'm afraid that, with 10% of the total hold left in parts, from the original complement, we may not be able to finish the last drydock. We at Star Tours can get another supply from Riflor: make your selection and Star Tours will fetch what is necessary"

Now that the FIV Excubitore was being towed into the Imperator drydock, Dunames was awaiting instructions from Iron Crown Enterprises for Star Tours to go fetch additional supplies of parts for getting the shipyards complete. Riflor was the closest location where they could get the requisite parts as per the accord Dunames went on Riflor for that, accompanying one [member="Darell Irani"] alongside the Grand Moff in person. 40 million tons in parts. That was enough to get the Resurgent and Imperator drydocks completed but could the Victory one be completed on the 10% reserves left? That's one way Star Tours could be of use for them. It was the largest shipping company in the galaxy for a reason: they bought ships and routes from Maersk Star Freight over the past five years. But would the requisite supply of parts actually be there on Riflor? Finishing the main three drydocks would prove to be a good idea for the First Order.

"New contact on sensors: Inflictor-class"

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 9
Diplomatic Mission to Imhalyan

Sioux Chambers was being escorted towards the home of Queen [member="Stardust Raxis"] of Imhalyan by a cadres of royal guards. She had been dispatched by the Grand Moff herself to take control of the negotiations with the Queen, for it turned out that [member="Argyle Crompton"] was less competent at diplomacy than he was at administering a Commission. Who knew? The guards opened the gates and admitted Sioux, who strolled inside and approached the Queen, curtsying shallowly before rising to her full height.

"Your Majesty, I bring you the warm regards of Her Excellency the Grand Moff Natasi Fortan, and His Leadership Sieger Ren, and the best wishes of his government for your health and the prosperity of your people. My name is Sioux Chambers, Principal Private Secretary to the Grand Moff and -- for this moment -- ambassador plenipotentiary to the court of Your Majesty. My task is to negotiate Imhalyan's entry into the First Order's protection on terms that are agreeable to all parties." She smiled broadly before half-turning and gesturing to her colleague.

"May I introduce [member="Travis Caalgen"], a member of the First Order Security Bureau, to discuss any concerns you may have in that regard."

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: XVI
Objective: VII: Storm the bunker with my boy [member="Asharad Graush"]
Location: What are doing in this swamp?!

The soldier nodded, "Would you like me to recall my squads?" he asked, before pausing to listen to him. "A soldiers work is never done, is it?" he offered, before pausing, "Do you really think brutality can be taught?" he asked, taking off his helmet. Rexus' face was covered in a light sheen of sweat, his skin almost glowing in the low light of the base.

"I mean precision yes, discipline yes, an ordinary soldier can learn these. But colonel, these are not ordinary men. You're planning to try and teach a pack of animals who've so far ignored nearly all attempts to become better themselves." The lieutenant informed him, "We're a bunch of layabouts who've been put into this unit because no other one'll take us." he said, "You're an optimistic man if you think we can be better."

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Annaj Swamps, Rebel Base.
Objective 7: Resistance Bustin'
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Post Seventeen.

A'sharad's listened silently as the Lieutenant spoke his piece. Naturally, he had his misgivings. These two units were likely polar opposites. Where the Wolves were disciplined, united, and found their strength in teamwork and cohesion, the Gundarks found theirs in their own yearn for battle, bloodlust, and physical strength on the battlefield.

But in the midst of a battle, you couldn't tell the difference between stormtrooper squads, not unless you were familiar with them beforehand.

"Keep them out there until they're done," A'sharad replied a moment later. They had a job to do, and there were supplies on the way to refurbish the formerly rebel base, as well as traps for others that thought to test their luck. "Brutality, perhaps not, but to use everything you have at your disposal to survive? That, can be taught, Lieutenant," the High Colonel assured him as he rolled his shoulders back. How else would he be there today? Taught from a young age to fight with everything he had, for the Force couldn't, and shouldn't answer every one of his calls, or so his Father had taught him.

Optimistic.

"Don't mistake necessity for optimism," he warned. "The men... Will do as ordered."

War was coming.

In the beginning it'd be cleaner than the One Sith and the Republic War, but the further it went, the bloodier it'd get. The Wolves would be ready, he'd make sure of it.

 

[Travis Caalgen]

Post III
Objective IV: Diplomatic mission to Imhalyan

With the swish of a cape and an observing but dead gaze, the agent swept through the grounds behind [member="Sioux Chambers"]. So far Agent Caalgen's visit to Imhalyan had been very... informative... to the efforts of the Bureau in ascertaining overall danger and usefulness to the Order, other agents were currently in the field as well, doing many different things to finish their mission. A grin very nearly overtook the man's lips but he suppressed it, one thing he had learned so many years ago was to never give your enemy, or uneasy ally, a look into your mind.

Once in the presence of Queen [member="Stardust Raxis"], he took the opportunity to examine her until he gained attention when Miss Chambers introduced him. Travis gave a respectful bow and quickly rose "Your highness, it is an honor to be here today. As Miss Chambers said, I am a representative from the Bureau, responsible for the defense aspect of the meeting." He greeted, letting his colleague take over the talks from then onwards so he may gather his bearings and submit an intelligence report soon afterwards.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Post 4 of 38

Objective diplomacy

She looked to [member="Argyle Crompton"] then looked as her guard came and whispered to her as she nodded and stood, she was quite a tall twilek from years of fighting and being a super soldier, she gave a quick bow and a kind smile

A pleasure to meet you as well I am surprised the ms Fortan has sent someone to me my...current diplomat from you seems a bit nervous...but no matter here we are all friends here

She said and bowed to [member="Travis Caalgen"] * it is a honor to have you as well all of you I will admit I am quote proud to see how far the first order has come since my last time Pease sir down have a drink of your choosing and some food to eat while we take

[member="Sioux Chambers"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Xal 3
Objective: 8
Post 2

"By far much better." Jude was quite pleased with the result of what the engineers had made after his initial advice. Double-tapping the ring from below would flip its sides like a coin and turn it into a useful slicing tool overriding terminals quickly and easily from a tool used to break glass as silently as possible and pop ear drums. He observed the luxurious ring on his finger with a smirk before turning to the scientists that watched him patiently. "Well then, gentlemen, what are we waiting for ? Let's test it."

"Hal, bring the transparisteel please." The elder engineer shooed one of the younger ones to get the testing object into the room. Not long after, the younger man returned with a square shaped thick transparisteel. Starship material. Jude did not need any gesture to know that he was free to test it out. The agent approached the transparisteel, the ring pointed at it while his thumb swiped at the side of the ring.

A very, slight hum could be heard as a ripple formed in the shape of a circle around the transparisteel. Jude touched it with the ring and the obviously sliced chunk of the transparisteel was stuck on the ring, carefully he pulled it back and viola! A hole.

"Still too loud, needs more dampening."

 

[Saffron]

[Objective 1: Help import exotic fauna to Trenwyth and turn the planet into a place of vacation and enjoyment for the First Order populace!]
Post: 4

Objective: 1 [Terraform Trenwyth]
[member="Mir Nehrahn"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]



The awe in her expression was unmistakable. Saffron's hand came up to cover her mouth, eyes widening in surprise and wonder. A Greater Krayt Dragon?! Of all things... what a sight to behold.

Her small gasp would likely please the Supreme Commander, for if he wanted to make an impact or send a message, he certainly had.

"I..." she began, a bit of loss for words. Indeed, the dangerous creature was beautiful.

"He... she?" the blonde wasn't certain of the gender, but regardless, "is exquisite." she'd compliment the beauty of the creature.

"I am a loss for words, Supreme Commander Vaas." Blinking rapidly, it took her a bit to gather her bearings. Once she did, the blonde shone the most wonderous smile to the man.

"I am delighted to be able to play a part in this. PharmaTech and MaraTibx will do everything in our power to make this world a majestic living museum for the galaxy to behold."

"Are there any other exotic creatures that you plan to bring?" he had confirmed that they would have a list, but her curiosity was piqued.

She certainly was looking forward to overseeing this project with Mir Nehrahn.

"I am certain you would also like a visitor's center? We have a type of biodome habitat that can provide sustainable use of green energy and also provide high-quality suites for any one visiting. Botanical gardens may also be crafted for those who would prefer to stay and observe rare flora."

 

[Basileus Isauros]

Post: 8
Location: Xal 3
Allies: [member="Dunames Lopez"] [member="Heveticus Maw"]
Objective : 9

"Sir, we are detecting a Battlecruiser, scans indicate it is an Inflictor Class" an Officer says.


"Ah the FIV Inflictor, I believed that it had been destroyed at Castameer. It is good to see it. Give docking instructions to it and have a welcoming squad there to assist."

"Open a channel."

"FIV Inflictor, this is Commander Basileus Isauros of the FIV Excubitore. It is good to see that you are still moving. Move to the Resurgent resurgent shipyard for immediate repairs."

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Annaj, marsh
Objective: 5
Around: [member="WD-334"]


Confusion tried to seize his thoughts when the droid spoke about the Empire before engaging its attackers. Did it mean the Empire? Frowning, Veles considered several possibilities, all painting the machine as faulty, therefore unreliable and dangerous. Since Palpatine’s galaxy-spanning Empire existed no more, all programming ruling the droid’s actions crunched on equations that made no sense. Everyone, everything could be an enemy. Unless reprogrammed, updated – its questionable appearance certainly pointed towards that particular scenario; put together by partisans to guard their turf. A likely possibility, solid enough explanation to satisfy the Sith Lord’s hunger for answers. Either way meant the Mon Cal Sith had no desire to cross the large machine’s path. Of course, disabling the droid by simply pointing at it always remained an option, but doing so meant alerting its masters provided they monitored its status. Too risky.

Without waiting for the droid to deal with its poor victims, the Sith Lord decided to sneak past them, continue to his original destination. Bending light and sound around himself to effortlessly become one with the night’s darkness, Veles used the two hunters as worthy distractions as he left his cover and slipped back into the marsh, invisible and inaudible shadow creeping through the swamp’s eerie landscape, haste influencing his pace. Crooked trees covered his advance, vegetation whistled under gusts of wind and murky waters splashed around due to animals sneaking through much like himself. Exhilaration about the prospect of exploring another old relic of an Imperial structure and possibly discovering the vital droid sang to him and Veles listened, driven forward like a madman hunting for object of obsession. Part of him desired to discover a rebel occupation reigning over his destination – the opportunity of securing artifacts and wiping out cowardly terrorists defiling said artifacts meant killing two flies in one hit.

Like a ghost coming out of nowhere, the old outpost’s silhouette suddenly emerged from the mist, even more menacing than the watch tower he had already visited, possibly due to withstanding the merciless years better. No banners greeted him among brothers and sisters united by Human High Culture. Only loneliness – stabbing the Mon Cal straight into heart when his large head imagined this base bustling with activity, white armoured soldiers worried about the latest development over Endor. How did they take the crushing news about the emperor’s death? Was it blind rage that filled their hearts? Or perhaps fear, uncertainty, knowing chaos knocked on the door?

Taking a deep breath and inadvertently inhaling the swamp’s stench of decay, Veles turned his focus back to the spacious structure. First things first; eyes closed, mind free to wander, the Mon Cal reached out through the Force. It rarely about presences and signatures and he clearly sensed as life thrived behind these solid walls. The lack of light did not fool him – two guards stationed above the entrance marked this a trap. Knowing this place devoted to order’s been desecrated by forces spreading chaos filled him with righteous fury, adding fuel to the Sith Lord’s power. Like an obedient dog, the Dark Side rushed to his service as Veles launched himself from the muddy ground, crimson plasma flicking to life and becoming a beacon of vengeance to cast light into the dark place.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: TIE Hangar, Resurgent-class Star Destroyer, Concordia​

In Vicinity/Affected:​

[member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | @First Order Military | @100th SFC​

Objective(s):​

Objective 2b - Escort medical transports to and from local population centers on Tel'erra.​

Post: 7/38​

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Nils grinned. He'd never actually gotten around to seeing a ballet though he had done a fair amount of swing dancing, not that it was relevant he thought silently to himself. It was good to see Pierce up on his feet again, the few weeks after the Omega conflict we rough on his fellow pilot. He'd been to see him a few times but it had been hard, command had him flying training sortie after training sortie in an attempt to recover some of the skill lost in the same combat action they'd all flown in. Their losses had been significant.

"Fair enough." Nils said, conceding.

It was good to see his friend could still take it and give it with the best of them. Despite his significant wounds Pierce seemed to be recovering well enough, physically and mentally. He knew all too well the stories about the First Imperial Medical Service and their strict adherence to the 'no smoking' policy, no surprise that his fellow TIE pilot found it frustrating. Honestly, Nils thought to himself, Pierce was probably one of the heaviest smokers in the Wing. His comment about healing elicited a chuckle but no more.

"Well, don't let the doctors hold you down too much ol' boy."

With that Nils gripped his helmet and continued on his way towards the turbolift that would take him up to the catwalk above the deck of the hangar. From the ceiling, in specially designed docking clamps, TIE/sf's hung, ready to be launched at a moment's notice. Casting a wayward glance over he shoulder he smirked. It looks like for once, the great Pierce Fortan the Third might actually be tongue tied. He didn't blame the man but he found it quite humorous nonetheless, he'd have to capitalize on that bit of information later. Carrying on, he ascended the lift, coming out onto the catwalk above. From here he could see the entire hangar, or just about. Casually checking his chrono he stepped it out to the end, his craft the last one on the left. As his footsteps took him past the other craft he smiled, noting that the rest of his pilots were already doing pre-flight checks. Was he the last one to arrive? He was slipping.

The mission had called for one squadron to help escort additional supplies to the surface, medical transports, staff and the like. Baby sitting. He didn't mind, but that's what he'd heard some of the pilots in his squadron call it as he'd passed in the mess hall earlier. Arguably, they weren't wrong. The plan was to be a low key day, simply ferrying ships down to Tel'erra and back up again as required. Nimbly Nils hopped down into the cockpit, barely using the ladder. Quickly so as to catch up, he began running down his checklist while he hooked up to the ship's life support systems. They'd be prepped in about ten minutes, right on time. They'd meet up with Metzger-Alpha, a small group of medical transports along with a surgical cutter headed out to one of the more remote villages at the base of a small mountain.

As soon as they were free of the hangar, that would be the cue for the medical ships to liftoff. From there on out, it had all the markings of a regular escort flight.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Post: 14/38
Location: Xal 3
Allies: [member="Heveticus Maw"] [member="Basileus Isauros"] (confirmed) [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] (presumed)
Enemies: unknown
Objective: Construction of orbital shipyards

"Open a channel to the Excubitore"

"FIV Excubitore, sensor readings are consistent with the battle damage the First Order ships took while hunting the Rogue One Sith"

"Which ship? It could have been any First Order ship used over Castameer that took hull damage"

"It is the FIV Inflictor"

"Open a channel to the Inflictor"

"Welcome, Inflictor. The drydock is ready for repairing your ship but we would ask that you identify yourself prior to entering the drydock"

The Inflictor that just reverted to realspace over Xal 3 took damage, and a damaged Inflictor still required large amounts of manpower to capture, beyond what the Resistance could field on Xal 3. It had a crew in the thousands, and that Inflictor is the first ship to be repaired in the brand-new Resurgent drydock. It may be prudent just to ask which components were needed before the supply of components was exhausted. And then the Ultima will be on its way to Riflor: repairing such battle damage to an Inflictor is going to divert some components from what is needed to finish construction of the third drydock. By now it was all but certain that the Ultima was going to go to Riflor to collect components for the drydock and/or the Inflictor undergoing repairs. No way in the dark side of the Force would a 10%-full Ultima be able to accomplish both. That was going to take more parts, and yet supplying parts to repair said Inflictor was under Logistical Command's purview.