The First Step (First Order)

[Evangeline Ovmar]

OOC Info:

Spoiler

Alright. This is a basic dev thread for the ship I put up in the back room. We only need ten posts, but screw it. Let's go for more. Feel free to do what you'd like, anything goes, really. If you want ideas, well... Navy folks could inspect parts of the ship or work on the naval security detail in space (as the ship would be at a shipyard, we'd need ships patrolling), stormtroopers could be patrolling the ship inside or in the shipyard, intel folks could be monitoring reports or making sure no one sneaks in or some such. Really, anything you wanna do just so long as it ties into the ship somehow

The first of anything was always the hardest. For warships, this was no different. A new doctrine had been designed and the First Order aimed to adhere to it. Captain Evangeline Ovmar, assigned to oversee the newest star destroyer of the First Order fleet, had to admit that it followed the new doctrine she put forward well enough that she was satisfied.

The ship was sleek and held the look of a predator. From the lines of the hull to the layout of the guns, the Coercer spoke only of war and the weapons it could bring to bear. It was designed with the typical layout of the wedge style hull with the intent to bring all weapons forward, maximizing the bow firepower.

The ship boasted immense weight of fire and featured a plethora of weapons, each deadlier than the last. Atop the bridge, Ovmar watched the pinpricks of light in the distance as workers welded on external plates. In the stark light of the shipyard's observation deck, she couldn't help but give a small smile at the progress of the vessel itself.

The thick armor and heavily reinforced internal structure made sure the Coercer's staying power on the field was noticeable while the heavily reinforced spine made sure the ship was as difficult to cripple as possible. Sure, they'd had to remove much of the hangar capacity to do so, but such was the way of things.

For her, though, the ship adhered to doctrine and already showed great amounts of promise. It was nearly...

"Perfect.." she whispered quietly to herself.

[member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Viktor Alexander"] [member="OK-3103"] [member="Nina Svetlova"] [member="Sentiri"] [member="Sasha Santhe"]

 

[Zak Dymo]

Twin ion engines were no match for a good chop job on a swoop.

Adjusting the trim on the flight controls, the young Pantoran scooted forward in the pilot's seat of the TIE V/XL Exalt starfighter. The Navy was apparently looking to test out it's big floating pizza-slice in the sky, and the young assassin was needing an excuse to brush up on his flight hours.

Read: Some high master upitty-schmuck in the Knights of Ren was on the kid's ass to show just what he'd learned in that Levantine Astronautical School he'd attended.

And, you know what? Boo was totally sticking the guy with that name, too. Master Schmuck Ren. His actual name was Dabo Ren or Jago Ren or Something something dark side Ren. If nothing else, he knew he had the Ren part right.

Well, that wasn't actually his name. Just like Boo was now Chiyo and Chiyo was now Ren.

There'll be a test on this later, so keep up.

Now, the boy had never been behind the controls of a TIE fighter before. It was a little strange with the cockpit so far forward. He was used to light craft with more of a 'nose' to their shape. This was more like a boxcar with wings. So, if nothing else, it was good to get some familiarity with the First Order's fighter craft in case he ever needed to use one. Which, was not very likely. Boo's skills lay more in the military never even knowing he was there.

Still good knowledge to have in case he ever needed it. Reaching overhead, the young 'tween' had to come up from out of the seat in order to toggle the comm unit that was overhead. "Blue Crown, this is..." the boy announced, addressing the flight control on the star destroyer that was still finishing construction. Reaching forward, he found the scrap of loub-paper he'd used to jot down the designation they'd given him for the test flight. "...coyote-one-nine..." the youth recounted aloud, before tossing the paper scrap aside.

Now they could see how the hangar ops on the new ship functioned. Assuming they functioned. Identification Friend or Foe protocols. Landing procedures. Docking protocols. Hangar bay clearances. Launch doors. All that chit. "Request confirmation of code clearance and permission to dock, over."

[member="Sentiri"]​

 

[Kenrath]

Viktor stood in Dock control watching the Navy patrols launch and land. He always felt at home around the military even though he was not military himself. He liked being on the ground where things happened. It was what he was good at. He flipped through the roster of flight patrols getting an idea of who and what was supposed to be in the area.

He briefly hit a button letting [member="Evangeline Ovmar"] know he was onboard.

"Captain Ovmar..........Commissioner Viktor Alexander." "I am in docking control..............nice looking ship you have in production here." "Let me know how I can help."

Right as he finished he heard over the comm next to him a clearance code and request to land. Viktor looked over as the man working the station looked at him. Apparently he didn't recognize the code but Viktor did. He hit the button answering [member="Boo Chiyo"] for the man.

"Coyote One NIne.......Blue Crown." "Permission granted."

The man beside him looked puzzled at Viktor but was brushed away.

"Never hesitate.............always commit to your first instinct."

Vikotr reached over extending the clipboard to the man.

"It also helps to read the flight logs during change of watch so you know if or who you are expecting."

 

[Zak Dymo]

"Permission granted."

At least someone was awake in the control tower. Reaching across the cockpit, the boy cut out the sublight engines, allowing inertial to carry him forward as he pitched and rolled the TIE fighter into position for docking. "Roger, Blue Crown. In the pipe, five by five," the youth stated, as the massive star destroyer before him spun through the glasteel canopy. Leveling off, the boy angled toward the underside of the large ship.

Reaching back to the sublight controls, the Pantoran ignited the engines for a full burn for five seconds as the TIE sailed toward the open hangar. "Coyote-One-Nine on final approach," the young knight announced, bracing one hand against the repulsorlift thrust controls as the interior of the hangar rushed into full view. Applying reverse thrust, the TIE seemed to stall in mid-air as it broke through the underside of the open hangar doors.

Delicately, the youth began guiding the stocky fighter toward the racks along the wall.

This ship was impressive. The hangar? The hangar was tiny.

[member="Viktor Alexander"]​

 

[OK-3103]

Test the escape pods they said. OK-3103 complied. He was a trooper – that’s what they did.

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“Great... Just fantastic.” OK-3103 cursed sourly. He rapped his fingers on the pod’s smouldering control console. “I guess that’s why they call it a test.” He looked through the tiny viewport. Sand. Not dunes, just sand, piling higher every minute.

He’d briefly tried to figure out what had gone wrong.

Of course, in true simulation, there wasn't really time to run a full diagnostic check on the pod's systems. He found that out two minutes after it left the main ship, when the manoeuvrability jets cut out. Then the generator. No doubt the shield generators were a mound of slag right now. The nearest uncontrolled landing area was wherever he was now. At least he didn't feel too banged up.

Once more he looked out the viewport. The sand now completely covered it.

 

[Sentiri]

The amount of variation in the intensity of a single posting was tremendous. One day you were undercover, slicing into secure terminals, downloading sensitive data, planting a bug to cache future documents, and sneaking out undetected. The next day you were cataloguing the inbound cargo of a newly commissioned cruiser.

The latter was Sentiri's mission for the day. And the work was anything but thrilling. Another container scanned, another box crossed off on her datapad's checklist, and on to the next box... after box... after box... after seemingly endless box. There were plenty of droids assisting with the task, but there were still plenty of crates left over for the woman.

To be fair, Sentiri was a new recruit. This was her first assignment. There would be no sense in trusting a new recruit with too sensitive of a first assignment. The First Order had to know that they could trust her. The Chiss acknowledged that fact. But that level of understanding didn't make the menial labor any less droll. Neither was she the run-and-gun, sneak-around type of "secret agent" depicted in the holos that children loved to fawn over, though field work had grown on her while working for Chiss Internal Intelligence. But really anything was better than filling out a form on a pad.

Another element to the slow going procedure was the relatively small hangar bay. While the ship was quite large, no more than two shuttles could fit at any one point in time. And they were a tight squeeze at that. Many hours would be required to fully stock the Coercer-class destroyer for the vessel's maiden voyage. Any officer taking Sentiri's place in logistics duty on future voyages would have to put far less time into their effort.

A welcome reprieve from the monotony came in the form of a TIE V/XL making a docking run through the hangar. She could feel a slight buffer from the fighter's repulsorlifts as the ship floated through the bay towards an open berth. Sentiri just as quickly returned to the task at hand.

...Another check... another...

 

[Larry Cheswa]

I hum the Imperial March as I walk down the corridor, and walk into my designated cabin, "Hmm, not as nice as the one back at the bunks, but it will do." I plop myself on the bunk as I take off my helmet, a relic from long past. A kashyyyk trooper helmet and matching set that was worn by my ancestor during a major battle against the, meh, rebels, over eight-hundred years ago, and has been passed down through my family for many generations until it finally got to be my turn. I trained in it, ate in it, and sometimes even slept in it. Even though I usually wake up with a crick in my neck. Today was a normal day for some, but not exactly for LRY-267, he was assigned to test out the ships weaponry, piece of cake, this ship has enough weapons to make a mandalorian raider cry. So I walk out of my room and head towards the main weapons array to test it out. "This ought to be fun."

 

[Sasha Santhe]

[member="Evangeline Ovmar"] didn't even drink. What kind of human being didn't drink? The prudish kind. Plain and simple. Sasha had been asked to come to the shipyard and give it a short little inspection. Her company had built a few monster ships in the day but now Sasha preferred to keep to their specialty. Which was to say small and fast. Even in the modern galaxy there was only one, perhaps two, fighters that could match her Aleph-class starfighter. A master stroke of engineering. And fast and fun. This ship wasn't fast and fun. In that regard it reminded her of Evangeline Ovmar. "Captain Ovmar," she said with a smile. She extended her hand as she walked down the ramp of her vessel.

Sasha looked on as TIE fighters flew about. A smile formed on her face. She had designed the modern TIE fighters, and her company produced them. The natural grace of a TIE was something to behold. "I love those things," she said vacantly to Ovmar as she watched the display of maneuverability. "The Twin Ion engine gives the craft superior maneuverability," of course the good captain knew this already. "Built into the very engine design is vectored thrust and of course there is the plain simplicity of it. TIE's don't break down. At least not in the engine. The perfect military craft."

 

[Larry Cheswa]

"Launching test target in three, two, one." BOOM! A test target is launched, and simultaneously blasted out of existence by the many cannons the dominate the vessel. "Three, two, one." Another is launched, and is also blown out of the sky by another volley. This carries on for a couple of hours, until we run out of fake starships to destroy, "Weapons test over, good job Larry." Now with the weapons test over, I walk to the mess hall to grab some dinner. "Hmm, should I get the soup... Or the vegetable salad with a side of steak..." I say. The cook responds, "I don't care which one you chose, just get it over with. Your holdin back the line!" I make up my mind, "I will have both sir." I grab my food and sit back at a table.

 

[TR-8R "Hunter"]

TR-8R was delighted to know he got to do some work for once.Upon having the assignment,however,he realized he'd made a mistake.He didn't test out new weapons,or see if escape pods worked,he got the delightful job of checking up on the disgusting,dangerous trash compactor,and he could swear there was something alive in there.No matter,it's not like he'd spent tons of time working to get his role.He opened the trash chute,and looked down "Oh,make sure the trash compactor works,it'll be fun!" TR-8R mocked,as he began sliding down the chute.Upon landing there was a large splash as disgusting,old goo covered him.He didn't want to think of what the goo was,because if it was what he thought,then he'd spit up right then and there.He waddled through all the disgusting goo,walking to the nearby control panel.He pulled a lever and pressed a button,and the walls began closing in on each other.After what he swore was at least a year,the two giant walls had closed right in front of him he flipped another switch,and the door opened.He then began walking to the showers,as he spoke on the comms "The trash compactor will be fully operational whenever someone else arrives to check it.."

 

[Kenrath]

Viktor watched Coyote One Nine on final approach as [member="Boo Chiyo"] made his way towards the racks for a moment longer giving a brief nod.

"Nod bad......a little heavy on the stick at first." "Not bad at all."

Viktor scanned the bay from the control room catching sight of Sentiri scanning cargo. He turned taking the the duty roster off the wall and checking it.

"Who is that scanning cargo..........what's her name?"

When he didn't get an answer Viktor looked over at the man with a frown.

"Warm bodies don't last long."

Viktor put the clipboard back in hit's spot and headed done from control into the hanger itself. A few minutes later he would make his way over to [member="Sentiri"] giving a soft smile to the woman.

"Not the most glorious work is it." "Looks like you have your hands full Miss........................................................."

 

[OK-3103]

OK-3103 heard scratching noises in a maintenance duct beneath the deck plate. Something was crawling around in there. Whoever it was, they were too small to be a stowaway.

With a swift kick, his foot connected with the hatch's controls. The trap-door whined as it slowly opened. OK-3103 flashed a glow rod and peered inside. Several creatures with snouts and nastily pointed horns skittered in the darkness.

Scurriers, vermin from...well the where didn't matter. He shifted his attention to the rest of the pod. As he shined the glow rod behind access panels, he could see bits of machinery and starship parts everywhere. Two power coupling sheaths were gnawed straight through. The creatures have picked and pulled apart important components of almost every system.

"Well, there's not much I can do about it now," he said to nobody in particular.

 

[Sentiri]

As one freighter left having the cargo from the ship's bay emptied, another arrived to take the former vessel's place. Instead of being signaled to oversee the offload of more cargo, she was waved off as an officer, Captain Evangeline Ovmar, and her escort approached the descending ramp of the landed shuttle. Sentiri had not met the officer, but she was well aware that the woman was the Commanding Officer aboard the Coercer. Curiosity piqued for the inquisitive Chiss, but she held her place. Instead, Sentiri took note of the markings on the hull of the ship. Santhe Corporation. The intelligence agent noted the face of the woman debarking, a woman had of whom the Chiss had no knowledge. After all, Sentiri was new to the larger part of the galaxy. The names of famous Chiss were well present in her mind's databanks. The number of names of famous humans living today? Those numbered countable on a micro-fraction of one datachit.

The agent filed her garnered information away in her categorically organized brain and turned about without a second thought. The other freighter being unloaded was already overseen by a fully automated droid crew. Sentiri chose to stand off to the side as the robots did their work; watching her datapad as the manifest checked itself off. At first, the Chiss hardly noticed the approach of the unfamiliar man. But it was hard to mistake the sound of heels clicking against the polished durasteel floor. A large part of her hoped that whomever it was would walk right past.

A voice in her ear dashed that hope. She looked up from her datapad to regard the man: muscular, a few inches taller, well dressed by human standards, unknown designation. "Agent Sentiri." Her voice was cool and even. Her face remained expressionless as she gave her brief response. She made no acknowledgement of his attempt at small talk, choosing instead for a succinct reply to his unspoken question.

[member="Viktor Alexander"]​

 

[Evangeline Ovmar]

She heard the arrival of her... she guessed she could call Sasha a colleague. Perhaps acquaintance? Something along those lines. The woman reminded her in some ways of her father, which irritated her. Well, truth be told, it was just the drinking, really. Otherwise, she was a rather decent... whatever she was.

"Lady Santhe," Ovmar said politely, taking the offered hand firmly. Before she could go on further, she spotted the console before her begin to blink red in a steady strobe. She gave her guest a slightly resigned look and read over the short message.

"Lovely," she stated in a neutral monotone. She keyed a few commlink numbers and sent a quick mass message before keying the last one and sending a single tone. "We have a minor personnel issue on hand, but nothing major, thankfully."

She turned back to Sasha and gave gestured to the viewscreen.

"As perfect as a TIE may be," she stated politely. She agreed it was perfect from an engineering standpoint, but in combat she knew that the starfighters relied on quantity, not quality. "We lack a fleet to match. This is the first of the star destroyers of our new fleet doctrine."

[member="Sasha Santhe"]

Meanwhile, her messages went out to the needed parties. Namely, the mass message went to three individuals.

[member="Sentiri"] [member="Viktor Alexander"] [member="Boo Chiyo"]

Spoiler

Someone didn't check the escape pods before testing and we've lost one with a trooper on board. He's down below, locate the transponder and bring him, and the pod, home. Use what you need, you have my authorization.

~ Captain Ovmar

The lone message went out to the missing trooper who she knew would have his commlink as it was built into his helmet.

[member="OK-3103"]

Spoiler

SAR operations in place to find you. Stay near your transponder and secure pod for recovery.

~ Captain Ovmar

 

[Kenrath]

Viktor smiled to the woman.

"Agent [member="Sentiri"] a pleasure." "Commissioner Viktor Alexander it you wouldn't mind I would like you to help..................."


He paused as the message from [member="Evangeline Ovmar"] came through. Looking at it he shook his head noting the other person it had gone out to happened to be standing beside him.

"Please call me Viktor and it looks like no more cargo scanning for you."

Viktor walked off to the side looking up at dock control contacting them on his personal comm.

"Control get me a location on the transponder for pod Echos Sierra two three."



[member="Boo Chiyo"]

 

[Zak Dymo]

Everything I needed to know about government service, I learned with this statement:

They're sending an assassin on a rescue mission.​

Or maybe the people in HQ really wanted [member="OK-3103"] 'taken care of.'

With a shrug, the young Pantoran switched from cycling down the engines to running through the pre-flight checklist. "Flight control, flight control, flight control..." the boy announced, repeating the introduction so to clear the link of chatter. Apparently there was cake in conference room delta-9 to celebrate TK-742's promotion to sergeant. "...Coyote-One-Nine requesting permission to launch and clearance to proceed."

Ion drive operational. On board diagnostics optimal. Flight controls functional. Standing by the repulsorlift thrusters, the youth prepared to launch at the word from the control tower.

[member="Viktor Alexander"]​

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Arthan had requisitioned a TIE/fo and scheduled the time to fly down to the planet earlier, and now he was sitting on one of the sandy dunes. Deep within meditation, he was focusing the Force into his lightsaber, moving it around him in a slow and deliberate pace, it was known as Moving Mediation among the various Force-users that practiced it. He was so enthralled inside his inner mind, that he failed to notice the escape pod falling from the sky.

It was only until he heard it hit the ground that he was interrupted from his meditative state, his lightsaber falling and rolling down the dune due to the loss of concentration. Arthan quickly stood up and walked down the hill to retrieve it, clipping it back onto his utility belt underneath his ragged cloak. He looked back up and wondered if he should walk over there and see if there were any people inside the pod, as he could sense someone other than the creatures in the area.

He decided to do so, as it was only about a mile away miraculously, and started walking towards the crash site. On his way he took out his comlink from a belt pouch and set it to the frequency of the Coercer in orbit, anybody who was listening in could've heard it if they wanted too "This is Arthan Corvax, I'm on the surface and I saw an escape pod crash, anyone care to explain? I'm heading there now." He said, waiting for a reply if any.

[member="Evangeline Ovmar"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Viktor Alexander"] [member="Sentiri"] [member="OK-3103"]

 

[Sentiri]

Her datapad blinked and she was glad to look down and answer it, removing her from a potentially uncomfortable conversation. The directive was clear. The relief of being relieved from cargo duty, however, was immediately replaced by a bit of annoyance at having to team with two others, one of whom was none other than [member="Viktor Alexander"], the man standing right next to her. The other name was one with which she was not familiar: Chiyo Ren. She did know who the Knights of Ren were, though, as well as their reputation, but she had yet to meet one of the Force order's members. That aside, there was certainly no coincidence when the TIE-fighter that had just berthed refired its engines and her earpiece buzzed with flight control maneuvers. Sentiri put together that whoever this Ren was, they were already aboard that TIE. Simple enough, she thought to herself.

So be it. As her human then-partner pointed out: at least it wasn't another menial chore. "Indeed, Commissioner," Sentiri responded to him, giving no inflection to any of her words.

As Viktor requested tracking data via his commlink from flight control, Sentiri quickly pulled up some information on her datapad about the planet below, the misfired escape pod's model, and available vessels to use for extraction. Though most ships were busy with their own orders concerning the launching of the Coercer, the freighter nearby had nearly finished unloading and was unmanned save for a few lifter droids. The agent elected for a direct approach. "Commissioner, I assume you have flight training, correct? I will take nav aboard this freighter if you would accompany me. If the pod is salvageable we should be able to use the freighter to unbury it and return it to the bay."

[member="Boo Chiyo"]​

 

[Kenrath]

Viktor turned looking at the Fighhter powering up putting two and two together.

"Control patch me into that fighter and then clear it to depart."


Once patched into the fighter Viktor spoke to [member="Boo Chiyo"].

"Coyote One Nine please provide overwatch and locate our downed pod if you would please Sir." "Permission to luanch granted."

He then turned to look at Control as somebody mentioned hearing from a [member="Arthan Corvax"] about a possible pod landing.

"Control patch me through."

Once he had the man on the horn he spoke.

"Mr. Corvax.........Commissioner Alexander." "Long story.....please secure location and confirm cargo is intact." "Transmit location, SAR enroute to your location."


Lastly Viktor turned back to Agent [member="Sentiri"] with a smile making his way towards the freighter.

"Actually no we will take the pilot with us unless you can fly." "Looks like we got help planet side and a solid location of the pod to start with."

Viktor made his way to the freighter with a smile speaking to the pilot.

"Sir my name is Viktor and the First Order needs your help." "You have done good work and now I ask a favor of you." "You get to save a life today and make a bonus......you in?"

Viktor didn't wait on an answer boarding the freighter and heading towards the cockpit on his own.

 

[Larry Cheswa]

I sit down at a small bench as I see a TIE fly by the viewport, "Hope the mission is good." I say eating my food.