Prefsbelt Commander
Conference Room #D34
FIV Wrath, Anoat Sector
Time: 11:34 Standard
Guest List:
The interior of the FIV Wrath sat cold and frigid, particularly the maximum security zone, sequestrated deep inside the bowels of the vessel. Although the interior of the conference room was well lit, it expelled a certain dimness as artificial light hit the polished durasteel walls. The room, was largely plain. Furnished with a rectangular desk, twelve seats, each with its own small terminal and private holoprojector. Centred in the midst of the room, was a larger projector, capable of displaying grand data files, and plans.
This room was to be perfect, for what Carlyle Rausgeber planned to propose to the government, military officials as well as Central Command invited to the strategem meeting. Great pains had been undertaken by both FOSB and the military's own Special Warfare Group to insure that the individuals who were invited, did so under discretion. This was partially out of Rausgeber's own paranoia, and partially to censure any spies or media of the oncoming meeting. Every participant had been given a cover story, body doubles dispatched to make this meeting a success.
And now, as they began to trickle in, with each lock and unlock of the gargantuan, reinforced security door, the Grand Admiral commended them. A polite nod here, a handshake there, with some idle chatter before the main event began. With the final click of the door, and its sealing, the Grand Admiral took position before the group, and began to officiate proceedings. "Ladies, gentlemen," He began, his voice a smooth tone, albeit disconcerting because of the artificial twang, "I appreciate the time to come to this gathering under such secrecy." He continued, "But I believe it is one which is necessary for the future planning and security of our Order, and our people."
He turned on the projector, which flickered to life, "I believe we have stretched our forces far too thinly," He mused, it was no surprise this was a concern held by the Grand Admiral. The Sixth Fleet, which burdened the offensive campaigns of the Alliance-First Order war, was now chiefly garrisoning the new mandated territories, running patrols throughout. "We now threaten our very stability in doing this." He paused, "And ergo, I believe, it is up to us, as a collective of the military and government executive, we should reorganise our strategy, and refocus our efforts."
FIV Wrath, Anoat Sector
Time: 11:34 Standard
Guest List:
- [member="Asharad Graush"]
- [member="Tanomas Graf"]
- [member="Dante Calgar"]
- "[member="The Major"] "
- [member="Natasi Fortan"]
- [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
The interior of the FIV Wrath sat cold and frigid, particularly the maximum security zone, sequestrated deep inside the bowels of the vessel. Although the interior of the conference room was well lit, it expelled a certain dimness as artificial light hit the polished durasteel walls. The room, was largely plain. Furnished with a rectangular desk, twelve seats, each with its own small terminal and private holoprojector. Centred in the midst of the room, was a larger projector, capable of displaying grand data files, and plans.
This room was to be perfect, for what Carlyle Rausgeber planned to propose to the government, military officials as well as Central Command invited to the strategem meeting. Great pains had been undertaken by both FOSB and the military's own Special Warfare Group to insure that the individuals who were invited, did so under discretion. This was partially out of Rausgeber's own paranoia, and partially to censure any spies or media of the oncoming meeting. Every participant had been given a cover story, body doubles dispatched to make this meeting a success.
And now, as they began to trickle in, with each lock and unlock of the gargantuan, reinforced security door, the Grand Admiral commended them. A polite nod here, a handshake there, with some idle chatter before the main event began. With the final click of the door, and its sealing, the Grand Admiral took position before the group, and began to officiate proceedings. "Ladies, gentlemen," He began, his voice a smooth tone, albeit disconcerting because of the artificial twang, "I appreciate the time to come to this gathering under such secrecy." He continued, "But I believe it is one which is necessary for the future planning and security of our Order, and our people."
He turned on the projector, which flickered to life, "I believe we have stretched our forces far too thinly," He mused, it was no surprise this was a concern held by the Grand Admiral. The Sixth Fleet, which burdened the offensive campaigns of the Alliance-First Order war, was now chiefly garrisoning the new mandated territories, running patrols throughout. "We now threaten our very stability in doing this." He paused, "And ergo, I believe, it is up to us, as a collective of the military and government executive, we should reorganise our strategy, and refocus our efforts."
