Private The Admiral's New Groove

[Velran Kilran]

Location: On the bridge of The Eggman

"Sir!"


Ensign Lewis jogged towards Velran who was dancing on the bridge. Two ear pods were inserted deep in the Admiral's ear, Velran was in his groove again an urge to listen to music and dance like crazy. It usually stems from euphoric feelings like humiliating a pleb in Holo chess or in this case, becoming Moff of a planet. It was inevitable, Velran had climbed up the ranks with a mix of genius and greatness. His accomplishments during the civil war plus is utter dominance against the Galactic Alliance earned Velran accommodations that could fill up a book. Of course, he was granted New Alderaan, Velran was meant to control a planet but it's not enough to satiate his appetite for conquest even if Velran chose New Alderaan because he liked the challenge to bring the population to its knees. If he took over a relatively safe planet like Lianna, it would've been fracking boring. Velran loved challenges, they were like puzzle that needed to be put together. To greater challenge, the more the neurons in Velran's brain start to stimulate making feel so good and so fine!

"I like being powerful!" Velran said bobbing his head back and forth.

"SIR!"

Lewis touched Velran's shoulder which immediately caused him to jump. "Hang on there! Cowboy!" Velran screamed hastily taking off his ear pods. "You're throwing off my groove man!"

"I apologize!" Lewis' face turned into a dark red as he bowed. "But we received a hail from the Harkenfang, the new Captain has arrived for orientation."

"The what now?"

"Capatian Leandra Brax," Lewis replied. "You handpicked her to join the fleet."

"Ohhhh yeeeahhhh!" Velran nodded. "Yeah send the captain in and Ensign!"

Lewis gulped and took a deep breath. "Yes sir?" He asked.

"Don't interrupt me when I'm in my groove again."

"Yes sir," Lewis bowed before exiting the bridge.


Leandra Brax

 

[Leandra Brax]

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Leandra had not been expecting her new deployment orders to come through as quickly as they did. Naval bureaucracy being what it was, it was sometimes several days or even weeks before a ship received its new station or fleet assignment. Hours after the maiden voyage of the Harkenfang, Leandra had received word that she was being assigned to the 300th fleet, the so called "Egghead" formation. She had heard of the group during her time aboard other vessels, even during her time at Rampart, but she had not been expecting that she would one day be joining the group.

She had traveled to the rendezvous point, and the Harkenfang had fallen into formation with its new sister ships. It was not the largest ship present, but neither was it the smallest. She took a shuttle from the vessel to the Eggman, and was escorted to the bridge. She blended in with the uniformed officers on her way there, though the red shoulder she bore, in the tradition of her homeworld, did make her stand out. She ignored the glances cast her way as she stepped on to the bridge, her steps unwavering, though her eyes did narrow slightly at the sight of her new commanding officer.

It would appear the rumors were true.

She came to a halt several feet away from Velran Kilran and snapped a crisp salute. "Captain Leandra Brax, commanding officer of the Harkenfang, reporting, sir."
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[Velran Kilran]

Velran's entire groove was thrown off thanks to that fracking idiot. "Hey people!" Velran said to the cadets working below him. "How many times do we have to establish this. DON'T THROW OFF MY GROOVE!"

What kind of Imperial military is this? Where's the order and discipline? These kids can coordinate complex mathematics to score a precise hit off a Turbolaser but they can't follow the simplest instructions to never disturb Velran while he was in his groove. Now that he lost his groove, it was impossible to get it back and now Velran back to reality. "I mean come on I've handpicked each and every one of you and you spit on my face! What kind of person am I to you?"

He didn't pay attention to Leandra walking in and saluting him. "At ease Captain," Velran said. "I hope you're more compliant with orders than these jokers. WHICH BY THE WAY I'M DISAPPOINTED WITH!"

"We're sorry!" One of the Imperial cadets shouted from his computer.

"Whatever!" Velran snagged his coffee that was perched on the Holoprojector. "Right!" Velran said taking a sip of his coffee. "Welcome to the family my friend! The 300th Egghead is one of the largest and the most powerful fleets in the Galaxy! It has been seen action in the Imperial Civil War, against the Brotherhood and now our little Cold War with the Alliance."

Velran gave growl as soon as he said that. "I've had my eye on you Captain Brax!" Velran said. "Top of your class at the academy, known for being cunning, loyal, and ambitious. I like that in Captain! You do as your told and perform your tasks with absolute precision!"

He turned to his crew. "This is what perfection looks like!" Velran shouted. "I hope you take a good like at Leandra! You should all try harder! OKAY!" And with that, Velran laughed and exited the bridge while shooting a dirty look at the crew.

"Let's give you the grand tour Captain!" Velran said happily.

Leandra Brax