Private Uncertainties

[Kiff Brayde]

S T O R M B R E A K E R

Tag: Vemric Keldra | Anashla Deshal

Kiff was not the most. . . how would one put it? Orthodox out of the Confederacy’s roster of High Marshals and High Command officers. But while he didn’t have a rod up his arse, he was anything but neglectful of his duty, especially when it came to the defense of his sector. And he’d begun to fear that his defense would soon be tested, and that the Confederacy would be unprepared for that hypothetical eventuality.

The truth was, when HIGHCOM wasn’t making arbitrary invasions of galactic powers halfway across the galaxy, they were doing, well, nothing. It had been months since candidates had convened to decide the new Minister of War, yet no selection had been announced. The Grand Marshal was absent as always, and last Kiff had seen of her she’d been reading children’s stories.

Kiff officially held very little power. But he wasn’t going to let technicalities prevent him from carrying out his duty. And besides, who could protest at a friendly game of Sabacc between familiar High Marshals?

He waited in a corner of the Storm Lounge of the Storm King, the dreadnaught’s bar and mess. The table was dimly lighted, and he shuffled the cards on his deck as he waited for his guests to arrive.
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[Vemric Keldra]

TAG: Kiff Brayde | Anashla Deshal

Bee was bleeping at him.

Vemric was poring over correspondence from the Naboo Council in his study on the Requiem while she hung in orbit over Maramere. It took a few chirps and clicks from his astromech to break through his thoughts.
"What is it, Bee?" he sighed, putting down the datapad.
In response, the droid played a holotransmission from High Marshal Brayde from Bassadro.

Vemric sat back and listened as the boy requested his presence on the Storm King to discuss strategy. In an odd way, he enjoyed the young man's energy. It got things done within the Confederate Navy. Yet this request required him to do distance from his duty.

Vemric exhaled through his nose.

"Very well. Let him know I shall be there." he then told Bee. The Sephi then pressed a button on the comms to hail the bridge. "Miles, ready the long distance shuttle for me. I need to travel to Bassadro." he told his lieutenant.
"It will be done, Admiral." came the reply.

Before long, the Nubian shuttle was ready and waiting for Vemric. If there was one thing his personnel knew, it was to jump when he told them to. One thing he never had to to do was to wait for a ship to be readied. After orders were given and command of the Requiem given to Miles, Vemric departed with a detachment of marines to accompany him.

The High Marshal hated traveling through hyperspace with anything smaller than a Frigate. It took some time, rendering him more into a mood the longer it took. By the time they reached the Storm King, a permanent frown was lodged on Vemric's brow.
"Hail the bridge. Tell them we are about to land." the Sephi snapped at Bee. Luckily the droid knew better than to give his master grief when Vemric was in a real mood. He merely did what was asked.