You Can Run But You... Oh, No You Can't!

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Undisclosed, First Order Space near Riflor​

Ship: FIV Arrogant, Corsair-Class Gunship Corvette​

Status: Standby for Exercise​

In Vicinity: ​

Interdictor Prototype, FIV ISD-TX1 | [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | First Order Pilots​

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"All ahead full."​

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"All ahead full."​

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As the command was relayed, the FIV Arrogant engaged her engines, edging out of the small debris field it had been lurking in. On the bridge of the corvette what was once a patient silence had transitioned abruptly into a scene of movement and action. Calmly the Commander stood, watching his men as they carried out his order. The nimble corvette had begun travelling towards their objective, the point from which they were to begin the exercise. ​

"Adjust fifteen degrees port. Half Speed Ahead."​

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"Adjust fifteen degrees port. Half Speed Ahead."​

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Commander Maxim's XO, Lieutenant Greve, echoed his commands, passing them onto the crew on the bridge, a clear chain of command present. Commander Maxim himself watched carefully as the ship began to maneuver into position. Drills drills drills. It seemed they were always drilling. Such was life aboard the FIV Arrogant. Commander Maxim, a shrewd and callous man but an able leader. He ran his crew hard but not needlessly. It had been reported this quarter that his crew had the fastest reaction times in the fleet, at least as far as the corvettes were concerned. A large scar cut its way down the right side of his face, adding to his severe demeanor. ​

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"Full Stop."​

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"Full Stop."​

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They had reached their staging point and let the ship's momentum carry them forward for another twenty meters before engaging the small adjustment thrusters, bringing the ship to rest. Now they would wait. At least until their fighter screen had moved into position. Raising a hand towards the communication's officer on the bridge he spoke.

"Get me a channel open to our fighter screen."

"Aye Aye, Sir." came the quick reply.

Without waiting for much of a reply, Gerhard reached out to the handheld microphone, depressing the button as the comm officer gave him the thumbs up.

:: Strike Group One, this is the FIV Arrogant. In position awaiting your arrival. ::

Without their strike group in position the exercise would be stalled. The exercise itself was a test. A new interdictor vessel had been cooked up and they needed to test its capabilities, Commander Maxim's group had been selected as part of that testing procedure. Shortly they should receive the green light to begin. The first test was a simple one but it was a necessary one. Today was going to be a long day, Gerhard knew his men were up to the task but were the others?

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Undisclosed, First Order Space near Riflor​

Ship: FIV ISD-TX1, Interdictor Prototype​

Status: Systems Check, Pre-Exercise​

In Vicinity:​

FIV Arrogant | [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | First Order Pilots​

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Aboard the prototype vessel all hands were on deck. Engineering crews had been distributed about the ship in the case of an emergency and to monitor power fluctuations. They'd been planning the exercise for months but a last minute design flaw sent one of the starship components back to the design phase causing several weeks in delays. As most Interdiction vessels the power draw was quite heavy, the components used in typical vessels sometimes overwhelmed by the sheer amount of power draw from the gravity well generators themselves. Given that this particular prototype had four of the devices built into the hull, Captain Ulrich shouldn't have been surprised. His normal command vessel was the FIV Overboe, a smaller cruiser but he'd been angling for promotion and this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. The Captain had been with the project since its inception, learning how to maneuver the ship into position and make the most efficient use of its gravity well generators.

Captain Ulrich had to learn an entirely different set of tactics utilizing the new ship. Not only was it slower than his previous command but it had a different purpose entirely. Calculating jump points and denying the enemy the chance to jump into hyperspace as well as pull ships from hyperspace that took a very different perspective at combat. It had been a learning experience but now that experience would be tested in a safe environment, away from the dangers of actual combat.

"Are the elements all in place?" He spoke as he gazed through the viewports into the dark backdrop of space. Behind him a junior officer at the comm station reported back. "No sir, still waiting on Strike Group One."

"Very well. Run through one more systems check, make sure all departments are reporting in."

"Aye Sir." Said the Junior Officer, turning back to the comm.

They were just about ready. The first exercise was a simple one, the 'opfor' would be traveling along a known hyperspace corridor, the FIV ISD-TX1 would attempt to generate an interdiction field along the edge of their path at a set coordinate, allowing the ships in question to skim the outer edge of the field, avoiding heavy damage. If that was conducted successfully, the first test would be a success. Then it would be on to drone testing the full capabilities of this new vessel.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Undisclosed, First Order Space near Riflor​

Ship: FIV Arrogant, Corsair-Class Gunship Corvette​

Status: Standby for Exercise​

In Vicinity:​

Interdictor Prototype, FIV ISD-TX1 | [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | First Order Pilots​

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They hung in space, appearing to be suspended in time as the ships awaited for the exercise to begin. They were a short hyperspace jump away from where the FIV ISD-TX1 was preparing to project an interdiction field. The 'assault force' would jump from their staging point to a designated location just past where the interdiction vessel was stationed. Their course was pre-determined, jumping along a path that would bring them just through the corona of the field. It was a two-fold exercise. Training for the officers and captains of vessels on how to react if they themselves were ever interdicted as well as testing the capabilities of the prototype. There may be minor damage to the ships systems, but that was to be expected, and the scientists working on the project had taken meticulous care in making their calculations. It would be a good learning opportunity.

At the conclusion of the jump and a concurrent systems evaluation and metrics gathering, the ships would re-convene near the prototype ship to witness the second part of the exercise. Drones equipped with hyperdrive units would chart a path directly through the center of the interdiction field. Results would be broadcast in real time, system readings and outputs as well as visual imagery of the interdiction itself from multiple views to include the drones themselves would be available. This would secure the ship's operational status as well as prove that its gravity well generators were fully capable of doing their job. Until then, the FIV Arrogant would hold it's position. The flurry of activity had died down and now they patiently waited for the command that would send their hyperdrive into action, hurling them across space.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Undisclosed, First Order Space near Riflor​

Ship: FIV ISD-TX1, Interdictor Prototype​

Status: Systems Check, Pre-Exercise​

In Vicinity:​

FIV Arrogant | [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | First Order Pilots​

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Captain Ulrich had seen to it that his ship was prepped. Reports came in throughout the ship. The FIV ISD-TX1 was now prepared to spool up the 4 gravity well generators it boasted. Releasing his hands from where they were clasped behind his back, the Captain strode forward on the deck of the Interdiction cruiser, his boots sounding as he traversed the polished floor.

"Standby the generators."​

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An audible hum filled the ship as power was applied to the four gravity well generators, escalating into an audible whine. The systems would need another few moments to power on before being activated but once they did so the gravity well generators would deploy their interdiction fields. After confirming that the fields were active a signal could be sent to the small strike group awaiting the command to jump along the outer edge. With a turn of his head his eyes met with his XO's before he issued the final command.

"Activate Interdiction Field."​

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A shudder shook the deck momentarily, the lights dimming as power was transferred to the gravity well generators. Nervously the Captain bit the inside of his cheek. The engineers had assured him the ship would be able to handle the rapid change in power consumption but he wasn't so sure. The lights came back to normal with another shudder. That would be something they definitely needed to work out. Checking that off in his mental list he looked to the command pit. A quick thumbs up from one of the technicians there indicating the fields were up, and holding. Good. Soon the test would start in earnest. ​

 

[Michael Wainford]

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Location: Undisclosed, First Order Space near Riflor​

Ship: FIV Reliant Corsair-class Gunship Corvette​

Status: Standby for exercise​

In Vicinity:​

FIV Arrogant | FIV ISD-TX1 | [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | First Order Pilots​

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The Reliant comes out of hyperspace near FIV Arrogant. On the bridge, the crew were checking the systems after using it's hyperdrive. The commander, Michael Wainford, was in his commander chair watching his crew. He waited for someone to give him a report of the hyperdrive systems.

"Commander, Hyperdrive is at 100% capacity. Gravity well generators are at 100% capacity"​

"Thank you Ensign. Quarter speed ahead, adjust 5 degrees to starboard."​

"Quarter speed ahead, adjust 5 degrees to starboard."​

The Lieutenant repeated his orders while he stood by the commander's chair. The Reliant begin to hum, and the ship started moving. The ship turned slightly to starboard now facing the FIV Arrogant. Michael was pleased with how the ship was operating. The Reliant was fairly new, and have only seen combat at Endor. The ship is now closer to the Arrogant. Michael looks up to his lieutenant.

"Full stop"​

"Full stop!"​

The ship begins to slow down until it fully stops. The Reliant is now close to Arrogant.

"I want a channel open to the Arrogant please"​

"Yes sir!"​

Michael picks up his microphone, and waits for the communication officer to give the heads up. The comms officer looks at the commander and nods.

:: FIV Arrogant, this is FIV Reliant. We are in position ready for your orders.::​

He removes the microphone away from his face, and listens to the Arrogant's response. The crew also stayed very quiet waiting for it's orders. Michael looked around at the bridge and then outside where he could see the Arrogant right in front.