What A Piece Of Ship! [Minacious-class Development Thread]

[Tanomas Graf]

OOC:

Spoiler

Anything and everything is allowed as long as it has something to do with the ship.

Dosuun's ship construction industry had grown considerably ever since the First Order had revolutionized the planet into a perfect capital world that would serve them well as they expanded their conquest further throughout Wild Space, liberating many systems from the Resistance and uniting them under the banner of the Order. To do all of this they needed to build ships at a rapid rate to annihilate their enemies swiftly and precisely.

That is why today they would be unveiling the newest addition to the First Order's destructive arsenal of starships; The Minacious-class Star Destroyer. The ship was one thousand nine hundred and fifty meters long with an armament of over fifty turbolasers and six missile launchers, as for fighter capacity and defense it was quite lacking with its turbolasers only gearing towards ships at or larger than a corvette and its hangar only being able to hold about five TIE/FOs and two AALs with some spare space for shuttles.

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The Retribution-class Star Destroyer Reprisal came out of hyperspace, its alusteel hull reflecting light from Dosuun's star. A shuttlecraft came out of its hangar bay and let its wings unravel as it glided towards the shipyards, with its sights set on the main attraction in the form of a star destroyer. The officers piloting the shuttle opened a channel to the hangar operator on the destroyer "Command station, this is FO-46, code clearance gold. We are starting our approach. Deactivate the security shield.".

The operator replied back "The security deflector shield will be deactivated when we have confirmation of your code transmission. Stand by... You are clear to proceed.". The officer gave his acknowledgement and piloted the shuttle into the hangar bay as it folded its wings back into an upright position, he then flicked a switch and the landing gear left their compartments for the craft to land.

A small group of naval officers and stormtroopers assembled in hangar, awaiting their guest as the landing ramp lowered and hit the floor with a quiet thud. Captain Tanomas Graf of the First Order made his way down the ramp, with an authoritarian look about him as a Lieutenant in charge of the shakedown approached him. "Captain Graf, this is a-""You may do away with the formalities, Lieutenant, I am here to keep you on your mission." Graf interrupted the fearful lieutenant with. "I assure you, this shakedown run will go as plan-." the lieutenant said "The Order does not share your viewpoint on this situation. They put you, a pitiful excuse for an officer in charge of testing one of the most powerful ships in the navy, and you will do this correctly or not at all." Graf interjected.

"We will double our efforts!"

"You had better, Lieutenant, for your sake. Some people are not as tolerating as I am."

@First Order

pls it was the only thing I could thing of

 

[Marius Gihren]

Dosuun System
Dosuun
High Orbit
1105 Hours
PCs: [member="Tanomas Graf"]



Marius Gihren's education in Communications had many uses for aiding in the endeavors of the First Order.
Most important of all was crafting propaganda.

Marius was here to accomplish several things.
First is to interview the leader of the project, Captain [member="Tanomas Graf"] along whom ever else may be involved in its production.
Second is to get the correct footage demonstrating the firepower of this new warship.
Third and most likely last is to notate as much information as possible that could be used in propaganda holoreels at rallies and for general use on the home front to demonstrate the Industrial might of the First Order.

Of course he would have to submit all of this through the Internal Affairs Bureau of the Ubiqtorate for proper review to ensure that it met all security needs.
The goal in shaping propaganda was to make the viewer or reader feel and think a certain way by simply influencing their perception with the medium of imagery and words.
To Marius Gihren it was an art though to not only influence the perception but also say little to nothing that could possibly damage the security or nature of those involved.
His arrival was in a Lambda class shuttle and followed on the heels of the Reprisal.
Gazing out from the cockpit at the dockyards he felt a wry smile at the sight of the dock yards.
Such a budding industrial center the current Imperial capital of the First Order.
"We'll need to collect some footage once we've managed to get their Public Affairs Officer available to ensure we aren't filming anything sensitive."
He spoke aloud to no one in particular.
"Fantastic! Look at that the first of its class being built. I can't wait to spin this up and get it out to the troops" The Imperial Commissioner exclaimed with excitement at the prospect.

 

[OK-3103]

The First Order was the First Order.

Meneer remembered the speech that had been indoctrinated into every trooper from the first day of basic training – for most when they were just children.

‘It is the task of the First Order to remove the disorder from our own existence, so that civilization may be returned to the stability that promotes progress. A stability that existed under the Empire, was reduced to anarchy by the Rebellion, was inherited in turn by the so-called Republic, and will be restored by us. Future historians will look upon this as the time when a strong hand brought the rule of law back to civilization.’

The First Order was the First Order.

And the military was the force of the authoritarian government born to oppose any that stood in their way. It included both the Army, the Navy in the form of the fleet, and Special Forces. Soldiers were often trained on capital ships and underwent vivid simulations to create the most loyal soldiers. Which is why Lieutenant Chrome was here. The last time he’d been involved in simulations he was merely OK-3103. Now it was his job to both test the facilities on the new ship and put the troopers through their paces.

[member="Marius Gihren"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Marius Gihren]

Dosuun System
Dosuun
Command Station Hangar Bay
1110 Hours
PCs: [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="OK-3103"]

Marius's shuttle landed a moment later behind Captain Graf's.
Not only was Commissioner Gihren here to conduct a propaganda piece, he was also here to ensure that the vessel would perform to the proposed role.
Resources were finite.
The First Order every day lived in a total war style economy.
Everything was to be devoted toward the production of even the simplest of small arms and armor to the vast and powerful warships.

This prototype warship was an interesting one at best.
Its armament seemed to very focused.
It lacked sufficient hangar capacity for even a single wing of fighter craft.
What it made up for was armoring.
In this case it would be an ideal defensive ship perhaps taking its place alongside orbital military installations and be able to lend itself as a mobile weapons platform.
It did surprisingly have a 1.0 hyper drive which although slow in real space on the hyperspace plane it moved faster then some cruisers.
Of course this was all information looked over via data slate, the actual performance of this new destroyer class rested greatly on the abilities of its commanders.

The Lambda's ramp lowered and the political officer strode down.
Marius Gihren wore a dark gun metal grey uniform.
With the entrapping of his political office very much prominent in comparison to that of the spartan military uniforms of the First Order officers.
His cap bore the skull of the government.
Lastly the grey trench coat with red trimmings all the way up to the collar which held the scrambled egg insignia of a political officer.
Flanked by his own staff he held his right arm with his left hand behind the back.
His eyes soaked in the facility scrutinizing for any sort of imperfection.

 

[OK-3103]

Lieutenant Chrome stood with a staff sergeant, observing the recruits undertake the simulation. He was here to review their progress and to make sure the simulator worked.

Three troopers had taken cover behind what was left of an exterior perimeter wall, the section they were sheltering behind still mostly intact but cracked and scored with innumerable blaster hits. The wall marked the edge of the enemy compound, still heavily defended, and the suppressing fire being directed their way was withering. Bolts of bright blue sizzled overhead and smashed into the ground around them. They punched into the wall with enough force that the stormtroopers would feel the impact even through their armour. Meneer knew, for he’d done this simulation himself not so long ago.

“He did it again,” the staff sergeant said, pointing up-range, the direction from which they’d advanced.

Meneer looked in the indicated direction. They were all virtually indistinguishable in their stormtrooper armour, but their screen, along with the near-constant stream of data projected – telemetry, firing solutions, atmospheric conditions, everything up to and including the ammo count for the blaster rifles – individual ID tags would pop up whenever they looked directly at a trooper. According to that stream of data, Meneer could see that the trooper the staff sergeant was indicating was exactly 39.3 meters back, crouched in cover behind the hulk of a blasted-out speeder.

He could also see what the trooper couldn’t – a squad of five soldiers advancing on him unseen from the left flank. “He’s done,” the staff sergeant said. “They should advance without him.”

“He’s one of them,” Meneer said, wondering what the squad would do.

“They’ve got an objective,” the staff sergeant said. “If they go back for him, they’ll be cut to shreds.”

 

[OK-3103]

Lieutenant Chrome pressed a button. Now they could hear the chatter from inside the troopers’ helmets. And he knew what was going through the trooper’s mind that they were focusing on. Because he’d been there too.

Yes, they had an objective, and yes, there were enemies all around them, and yes, the staff sergeant was right. In the compound was their objective: an enemy position defended by a heavy repeating blaster. And whichever soldiers were manning that thing, they knew their job. The troopers had seen two full squads cut down by it during their advance. The only reason Meneer could figure it hadn’t taken out the laggard trooper already was that whoever was on the trigger was waiting to see if one of them was going to do exactly what he knew the lead trooper was thinking of doing right now – to go back for him.

“They’re running out of time,” the staff sergeant said.

The lead trooper checked over his shoulder, back toward the compound. The terrain was uneven, and there was enough cover for a sustained fire-and-move advance. It would thin out the farther they advanced into the compound, approaching the heavy blaster emplacement, but it was doable if it was done smart.

He barked out an order. “27, left. 83, take right,” Troopers gave each other nicknames over time, or used an abbreviation of their code. “On my order. Hold at the inner wall.”

“He’s gonna blow the mission,” the staff sergeant said.

“Hold at the inner wall,” the trooper said again. “Go!”

 

[Marius Gihren]

Dosuun System
Dosuun
Training Center - Minacious Star Destroyer
1145 Hours
PCs: [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="OK-3103"]

Time was of essence.
Efficiency was measured by the ratio of useful work performed and the time which is expended.

No sooner after the Commissioner had arrived did he begin to inspect far and wide of the ship.
From the mundane corridors to crew compartments where basic recreation and R&R was allowed.
The spartan like quality to the facilities made for effectively psychological conditioning that their lives were that of warriors.

Marius Gihren recognized a long time ago that to often military officers in positions of high authority were callous with their warriors, this often led to eventual point of breaking due to attrition from simply treating these soldiers like numbers.
Every single one of these storm troopers were an investment beyond just simple grunts to be tossed into the furnace of war.
No the mindset that he and others would have to ensure was portrayed correctly was that a Storm Trooper of the First Order was a warrior not to be contended with, a warrior who when working with others in a pack, a squad, would surely overcome any foe through their synergy.

Marius Gihren made his way down to the training facilities.
Flanked by his retinue in tow the Commissioner entered into the operations room.
A storm trooper captain was overseeing the training in progress.
The officer gave a salute to the Commissioner "Hail Sieger Ren"
"Hail Sieger Ren" the political officer responded. "Captain I'm Commissioner Gihren and I am here to get a full grasp of this warship and its contents to craft a presentation for the wider public of our might and power. Perhaps if you don't mind use getting some footage of this exercise you have in progress"
"Commissioner, we'll be happy to provide you footage of the ongoing exercise. However I'll have to get authorization from Captain Graf who is now the commanding officer for this project."
"Fantastic, now then, I will observe for the time being anything I see that we can use to highlight my team shall coordinate with your staff Captain."

 

[Cameron Centurion]

"You were careless in your execution, Ciardha."

Cameron's silver-green eyes could have burned a hole right through the bulkhead of the partially completed Star Destroyer as he gazed at the Supreme Leader. "My apologies, Mi'lord. Were the results of my time on Karfeddion ineffective?"

The super-projected image of the Supreme Leader was motionless. It was the momentary silence that conveyed the emotion Sieger Ren was otherwise unwilling to display. "They were not as effective as they could have been, Master of Ren."

The Sith Lord offered a subtle nod of his head to the Supreme Leader. "I chose to draw the alliance forces in, permit them some amount of hope they might be successful, then watch as they were forced to observe the true brutality of their own failure. We only learn the true mettle of our enemies in pitting them against impossible odds. It is no game that I play, Mi'lord. It is a calculated examination that I administer."

"See to it that you do not play games with my resources, Ciardha." The large projection leaned forward in hopes of emphasizing its next point. "You are not as clever as you think."

For his part, Cameron offered a half-bow. The courtesy was more to hide the broad grin on his lips than to pay respect to the likes of Sieger Ren. "Of course, Mi'lord." By the time Cameron had righted himself, the connection had been terminated. A sublte smirk still lingering on his lips, Cameron pulled the hood of his cloak over his head and stepped off the holocom dais. In public, the Sith Lord was a staunch supporter of the Supreme Leader. Privately...Cameron Centurion had long since grown tired of enigmatic, all-powerful beings that ceded so much of their power to others in hopes that a mere message would keep them in line.

As he made his way towards the double doors to exit the private chambers onboard the new class of vessel, Cameron quietly intoned to himself. "We shall see Sieger. We shall see."

[member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="OK-3103"] | [member="Marius Gihren"]

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Captain Graf finally arrived on the bridge of the destroyer after making the considerably walk from the hangar, he had not used the turbolifts due to him wanting to view each and every important thing on his way to the bridge.

A lieutenant came up to him and gave Graf his report on the ship's status and operational systems during the shakedown, Graf looked it over and noticed that the hyperdrive hadn't been tested as well as the turbolasers. He gave a sly grin as he ordered the crew to undock the destroyer, the real tests were about to start.

A quiet klaxon sounded throughout the destroyer, essential personnel were ordered to get to their stations. Minutes had passed when the star destroyer began moving away from the construction dockyard and into open space, only when it cleared it did the klaxons stop.

Graf made his way over to a console and opened a shipwide intercom, "All personnel prepare to make the jump to hyperspace, I repeat, all personnel prepare the jump to hyperspace. Gunners to your stations." He ordered before closing it.

As soon as the engineers gave him the all clear, Graf gave his mark and the stars streaked through the viewports as the newest addition to the Order's fleet entered hyperspace.

They were on their way to a private testing site for naval ships.

[member="OK-3103"] [member="Marius Gihren"] [member="Cameron Centurion"]

 

[OK-3103]

Neither of the other troopers liked it, Meneer could tell, but they were stormtroopers, and that meant once orders were given they would follow them and follow them quickly. They moved at once, and the lead trooper – PL-0027 waited a half-breath's pause, letting each of them draw enemy fire, before launching forward. The terrain was just as bad in that direction, cruel, uneven, and strewn with broken rock and battle debris. Thick black clouds from engine fires clung to the ground, rolling across it like an uneven tide. He sprinted the first dozen meters, trying to keep low, zigzagging his way from points of cover and occasionally hurdling obstacles in his way.

He'd closed half the distance when one of the enemy soldiers saw him and gave a shout of alarm that carried across the battlefield. Just as the soldier opened fire, PL-0027 dove forward, tumbled into a freshly made crater, and lay flat for a second before popping up on his elbows. He fired twice before dropping down again, then rolled to his right and repeated, firing three times. He was no doubt pleased to see that he'd taken out two of the enemy.

But that left three more, and now he had their attention.

PL-0027 keyed his radio. "PL-1040, check right, check left!"

There was static, then 40’s voice. "I don't see them!"

"Your left!"

 

[Cameron Centurion]

The cloaked figure of the Master of Ren passed through the blast doors leading to the bridge of the vessel just as [member="Tanomas Graf"]'s announcement about making the jump to hyperspace ended. A number of people near the doors turned their heads to regard the hooded figure as it entered, but they quickly averted their gaze. Members of the First Order were not required to render any forms of respect to the Knights of Ren. In fact, it was much in their interest to ignore their presence altogether unless directly approached.

Making his way towards the Captain, Cameron drew just beside the man and offered a deep greeting without casting his silver-green gaze in Graf's direction. "Captain. The Supreme Leader is most keen to see this initiative succeed. I do hope you adequately supervised this vessel's construction and reviewed all of the necessary reports."

There was no threat in Cameron's voice. In fact it sounded merely as if he were conveying a message.

Mostly because that was precisely what he was doing.

[member="OK-3103"] | [member="Marius Gihren"]

 

[Marius Gihren]

[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Cameron Centurion"]
[member="OK-3103"]

Marius's gaze of scrutiny watched the efficiency of the storm troopers in their combat simulation.
"Fantastic," He said aloud to no one in particular "Captain, have the Lieutenant involved with this simulation report to me, I have some questions that a junior officer would best be utilized to answer" Marius made sure to include that last portion to assuage the ego of the storm trooper captain standing behind the Commissioner who had just begun to move his jaw to form a response.
Officers such as the one participating in the simulation would have the most loyal response, but also the most effective response.
You see it sometimes takes the ones at the bottom to effect change at the top.
Not that Marius believed in democratic reforms or anything of the such, but if the higher command recognizing an issue presented by its junior officers then quality improvement may occur. Marius looked to one of the monitors to catch a glimpse of the officers IFF tag as [member="OK-3103"]
It took people like Marius, a political officer and government figure to make these wheels and mechanisms move. Even if it took a long time.
For now though the questions would be very specific about the vessel which we were all embarked upon.

The chime of the 1MC of the ship's Captain announcing our leap into hyperspace.
Marius made to leave.
"Commissioner, I'll see to it that the Lieutenant finds you"
"Thank you Captain, now then I'll leave one of my staffers to continue recording footage."

The Imperial Commissioner strode out onto the vessels corridors.
A decision was then immediately made to use the turbo lift after recalling from memory the length of the vessel.
Marius's retinue, now one less, followed behind along with the security detail from the ship.
Soon he was entering the ship's bridge.
It seemed a Knight of Ren, that Marius's recognized only from flash training as [member="Cameron Centurion"] was aboard, along with Captain [member="Tanomas Graf"] a well respected and rising fleet officer.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Tanomas could feel the atmosphere in the room itself stiffen as the Master of Ren entered the bridge, he himself did not. Graf had nothing to fear from the Ren, they wouldn't choke a captain on spot for losing a Corellian freighter, and he knew that this Ciardha Ren was no different. The Ren came up beside him and Graf heard the man speak "Captain. The Supreme Leader is most keen to see this initiative succeed. I do hope you adequately supervised this vessel's construction and reviewed all of the necessary reports."

"The construction of the destroyer was done precisely and efficiently while I was in charge, the reports not so much. The fumbling Lieutenant that replaced me afterwards did an astounding job of losing most of the reports older than a few days and letting so many accidents proceed without any investigation what-so-ever. When I arrived I requested a full report of the ship to be compiled for me, from it I found out the Lieutenant allowed nothing to run at optimum efficiency for fear of "overexerting" the ship even though they were tested rigorously beforehand, The engineers are currently fixing things and we will be optimum before we arrive at the test site." Graf said in a near monotone voice, obviously irritated at the lieutenant.

Things were going quite well, the hyperdrive was in perfect condition with no hiccups during the jump to hyperspace and while they were traveling. The turbolasers, fifty three in total, were swerving around on the surface of the destroyer with the gunners going through the motions. The pilots of the fighters inside the hangar were ready to fly around outside the ship and destroy some of the smaller targets for the destroyer while a squad of stormtroopers prepared an AAL to board derelict ships as an exercise. An ensign announced that they would be leaving hyperspace in a few minutes.

Seconds later, a political officer entered the bridge with people, as expected the crew was trained to stay on task while the captain dealt with it. Graf turned around and gave a grin to the man "Ah Commissioner! A pleasure to have you aboard today." he said as he approached the man.

[member="Cameron Centurion"] [member="Marius Gihren"] [member="OK-3103"]

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Though Cameron remained rooted in his position, gazing directly at the Captain, he offered no response to the man's monologue. The Sith Lord and Master of Ren was not truly interested in the reality of what had or had not occurred. If the Supreme Leader wished to muddle in the affairs of Captains and Lieutenants, that was his business. He'd not indicated to Cameron that he should convey [member="Tanomas Graf"]'s retort back to him.

Fortunately, the Captain's attention seemed to divert to other affairs on the bridge and the arrival of a Commissioner. Ciardha Ren did not recognize [member="Marius Gihren"], but that was not uncommon. His work with government officials was not...very frequent as of late. For his part, the cloaked dark sider merely returned his attention to the forward viewport. Quietly, he waited for the vessel to exit hyperspace and begin its serious of testing maneuvers.

 

[OK-3103]

Another blast of static, loud enough that it made Meneer wince. He watched as PL-0027 rolled back to his initial position and edged his way to the lip of the small crater just in time to see PL-1040 opening fire on the remaining soldiers closing in on his position. Now 27 could take his time. He sighted carefully and then stroked the trigger on his blaster rifle three times in succession. The last of the enemy soldiers dropped.

“On me!” he shouted, but he needn’t have bothered, because 40 was already out of cover and running toward him. 27 rolled onto his back, making room in the crater as 40 slid into place next to him and rapped him on the chest plate hard enough that it sounded like he was knocking on a door.

“Thought you were gonna leave me behind.”

“You’re one of us. Now, stay tight on me.”

27 took another moment to catch his breath, then vaulted out of the crater, 40 clambering up behind him. The fire from the base seemed to have diminished, but Meneer knew that was an illusion, that it was just as intense as before, only less concentrated. That, of course, had been 27’s plan: by splitting the other troopers, he’d forced the enemy to divide their attention, and that had given him the opening he needed to reach 40. The downside was that the other two were now isolated, pinned down with no way to escape.

“Told you he karked it up,” the staff sergeant said.

Meneer waved away his protestations with the back of his hand. “Wait and see.”