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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 10:34:15 GMT -8
Gideon listened in silence as the Major spoke, concentrating intently to each and every word that spilled from her silver coated lips. He was intrigued most by the metaphors that she had used to describe her interesting situation, and she continued on almost as if she knew exactly where the Colonel had stood upon answering the Emperor’s summons. Gideon couldn’t blame her intelligence or her inquisitive nature, as the Soldier knew full well how open of a book he had become since donning the armour of the Corps. His traditionalist mindset and xenophobic approach towards anything clearly lacking the perfection implied by even the most basic human genome, had revealed that he was one of the Old Breed – a Stormtrooper that still held fast to the old ways of indoctrination and utter – absolute loyalty to the Emperor. However, in the dark recesses of his mind, a soft and alluring voice had made the point of that Emperor was the man that bore the name of Palpatine…
When the Major had finished, so too did the supple voice.
“While I am certain that I could do fine on my own behind enemy lines, even with nothing more than my boots, battle helm and combat blade, I am grateful for the extension of my stay aboard your vessel, Ma'am.” His voice was flecked with various traces of appreciation, disguising his earlier thoughts with nothing more than a grateful visage.
With the three Majors, lacking the prestigious right to bear their titles as a name; that had joined them when this conclave had begun, up and left – Gideon was curious as to where this meeting would go from this point on. Were private matters of future operations to be discussed? Or perhaps these men were sent away due to their insignificance to what was to come? It seemed, that for now, The Colonel would get his answer when the Major had deigned to reveal it for him. And that, suited Gideon just fine.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 8, 2014 18:01:10 GMT -8
"Nonsense. If the summons was a matter of timing then it would have been marked as urgent. Besides, I am not a dragon that can have chains driven into its cheeks, to be tethered and led like a war mastiff around the stars. Deeds, titles, governments, or society's expectations: they are all fleeting and change with more frailty than grains of sand in the air. Imagine that poor war beast now, confused by the ever shifting master. How do they retain an identity? They may very well contradict their very natures over and over, prostituting themselves to each passing fancy. However, if something compelling manifests, then even the most staunch of uncompromisers must be inclined to investigate. Regardless of existential criticisms, there must be some rather interesting matter at stake to justify a meeting face to face. How exciting! Besides, you do not think that I will leave a high ranking officer alone in territory that could prove to be belligerent. The fact is that I am waiting until the good, hm, Deep Core Moff rallies. Anything else would be irresponsible, would you not say, Komrade?
"So, my clever friend, you will not get rid of me so easily. Settle in. Sit back. This may take awhile. You three: dismissed." And at the word "dismissed" the Major waves off the other three majors, flourishing her fingers as if they each were pestering fruit flies. From the darkness of space, a small fleet exited from the Core region. The fleet was identified as Nemesis Command in the Empire's records. It had three ships; the command ship was a Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer, Nemesis, an aged Venator-class Star Destroyer, Defiance and a carrier, an Acclamator I-class Assault Ship, Hauler. The ID codes identified the commanding officer as Fleet Admiral Titus who was under the personal command of the newly appointed Moff of the Deep Core, Nicademus Delvardus. Among the crew included 21,000 troops of the Imperial 21st Corps and elements of Imperial 7th Armored Division.
The command ship moves forward towards the Major's fleet in orbit over Aargha. A holo transmission comes to life with the image of a middle-aged human male from the planet of Corellia. Fleet Admiral Titus salutes the commanding officer, Major and Colonel Raith as he appears.This is Fleet Admiral Titus of the Nemesis Command. The Moff of the Deep Core, Nicademus Delvardus requests a most urgent meeting with you two in person.Titus remains on holo transmission while he waits for a response.
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Post by The Major on May 10, 2014 14:33:01 GMT -8
Arching one those thick and dark eyebrows, the Major regards the hologram with that typical, subtle sneer of hers.
Roger. She responded, before smashing a feed killing control to the cutting position with a fist- causing the image of an Imperial doing their best, mightiest impression of honor and so-and-so to flicker out in a wash of static before momentary silence dominated the room.
They had arrived much faster than anticipated. Damn their overachieving work ethic and need to serve. Didn't they understand that something so much more delicate was slowly being spun together thread by thread. Let the Empire and their subordinates fight the obvious battles for terriorty, victories, and resources. Let them shed as much blood as the foolish would spare.
She could care less.
Her battle was for the mind of one person currently stationed in this sector -continuously pulling it taunt, relieving it, and making it stronger. This was impossible with the interloping of Imperial affairs. Were they at fault, however? Could they be blamed? Could they truly be hated? No, the Moff of the Deep Core would no doubt do his part in spreading the idea onward. Regardless, he was in the way of something much more simple -something much less sinister.
"Colonel: talking to you has been so scintillating. Confessing now: you are the only reason I am here in the Deep Core. You could say this little meeting was arranged just so that we could have an undisturbed moment in conversation -without the need of other parties coming to question its purpose. Truly, it has been a pleasure, but I have no interest in watching you toil alway at this sector leader's glory. Nay, all I care about is getting to know you.
"Since the 21st corps are here, you can hardly keep them waiting, no? Your intelligence will prove integral to their success." Enigma Manifested now provides Raith with a tiny data chip housed in a protected slot. This tiny device was a marvel of technology: capable of downloading and uploading data seamlessly without risking network intrusions, since the drive ran separately from an extranet connection. But what was the need for such trinkets in times such as these?
"Use this to maintain a line of contact. It should work just fine with your communications suite. Expect recon reports and other such signals intelligence that might prove advantageous to your situation; also, should you have need of any information, ask. . . Your face, though steely, shows the repressed lines of a question: no, I will not be staying in this sector. While conversing with you is worth the delay, logistics over an operation I am about to be pulled from are not.
"Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Raith."
Apologizing for the rudeness wasn't even a tiny consideration for the likes of this one. The kommandant from Hell rises with a smirk and walks off into the recesses of the ship's interior. Not five minutes later a squad of slate gray dressed troopers show themselves to the Colonel, and explain to him that their orders are to collect his belongings and join him at a shuttle that would take him to the incoming fleet. Soon after he and the squad have departed upon the aforementioned space bus, bound for the indomitable Nemesis Command.
Meanwhile, without any radio warning, the Vraska, the only Star Destroyer in the sector serving as Task Force Shepardt, makes sudden about face and retreats into hyperspace. Its vector and heading denote that it is possibly heading back to HQ upon Kuat, but without confirmation, it was an entirely tenuous notion.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 9:48:29 GMT -8
And so his earlier words had become somewhat prophetic, as the relentless march of time had separated the two servants of the Imperium. The Colonel could not blame the eager anticipation undoubtedly flooding through the veins of the newly arrived Imperial forces, but it was a shame that his presence aboard the Vraska had come to its inevitable end far sooner than he desired. Sadly, the pleasures of the Marksman’s company would be put off until the delicate threads of fate had woven their paths anew. For now, the Soldier would abide by the duties of his station and brief the newly inducted Moff of the probable situation occurring within the realm of his former holdings. While it would prove to be a tedious affair; until his boots were once again upon the ground of yet another alien world, the Colonel’s stoic face revealed none of this future disappointment. Instead, his conscious mind devoured the final words spoken to him by the Major; filing it away within the realm of his subconscious thoughts should they ever be required once more. Gideon accepted the proffered data chip with a smile, before instantaneously analyzing it with his silver threaded eyes and knowing where it would best serve his helmet’s communication suite. Bobbing his hand as if weighing the importance of such an impressive trinket, Gideon slid the chip into the utility belt lashed to his waist. During the transfer to the newly arrived Imperial Vanguard, he would be sure to install the data chip and see what secrets it contained – if any. Knowing of the power the Major’s silvered tongue had held, and of the subtext in which she usually spoke, the gifted device would prove to be more beneficial than simply keeping the two of them in contact. Revealing that technological vessels function, however, would take time that the Colonel seemingly didn’t have.
Rising from the padded chair and bidding farewell to the Mouth of the Empire, Gideon found himself alone and secluded within the Star Destroyer’s Officer Lounge. The silence was unnerving, to say the least, however it provided the soldier to collect himself before he had made the transit across the intergalactic gulf of the void. That silent and introspective exchange had ended swiftly as the doors parted to reveal his escort – a squad of Eriadu born troopers judging by the glance he had shot in their direction. Offering them a knowing smile, before shrouding his features with the characteristic frown of his helm, Gideon listened as they relayed their orders. Each was dressed in a uniform hue of slate, broken only by the ebon varnish of their recently oiled weapons. An impressive parting display, he thought to himself as the Colonel left the briefing room and moved throughout the vaulted corridors of the Imperator class Destroyer. Upon entering his bequeathed quarters, a small measure of time had passed before Gideon had gathered his belongings and set off once again. When this decidedly short journey had begun, all the Colonel had brought with him were the weapons he commonly bore and three sets of clothes; most having been unworn since the day they were issued to him. The armour was his dress uniform, as much as it was his battlefield kit – ever since the days at the academy he had little use for any formal attire.
With the rucksack slung over his shoulder, the Colonel awaited the stragglers of the recently assigned squad. One had forgotten to pack his toiletries and another had forgotten to unmount his bizarre but impressive trophies. Normally, Gideon would have chastised these dawdlers with various punitive measures; however he was distracted by the data chip give to him by the Major. It fit almost too well within the helmet’s communications suite, as if the device was specifically made for those worthy enough to bear the ivory warplate of the legions. Disregarding the coincidence, the soldier gently pressed the protected data chip into its new housing, encountering little resistance as the miniature connective nodes within greedily attached themselves to every available port offered by what would later become known as the Enigma Manifested. His attentions had been contained within the newly established inter-workings of his upgraded helm, when the two lackwits had finally boarded the Lambda- class shuttle. As the yawning mouth had slowly began to close, Gideon’s eyes shot towards the closing cargo ramp – hoping in the darkest recesses of his mind- that this would not be the last time he would ever see the polished floors of the Vraska’s flight deck.
Pushing that thought aside in favour of exploring the newly uploaded data chit, the Stormtrooper felt the retroactive ion engines roar to life within the soundless passenger compartment of his shuttle. And so, as the alabaster hued vessel made its maiden voyage across the sea of stars the pilots voice echoed against the backdrop of the infinite black.
:: This is Shuttle Tydirium from the Imperator Vraska, seeking docking clearance with the Nemesis. Passenger manifest and listing of cargo will be transmitted if required, standing by for clearance. ::
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 13, 2014 10:13:23 GMT -8
:: This is Shuttle Tydirium from the Imperator Vraska, seeking docking clearance with the Nemesis. Passenger manifest and listing of cargo will be transmitted if required, standing by for clearance. :: Shuttle Tydirium, you are cleared for landing. You and your party will be escorted to the bridge's conference room for a debriefing session with the Moff of the Deep Core, Nicademus Delvardus and Fleet Admiral Titus Garonnin. Please follow all protocol and Imperial regulations during your stay on the Nemesis.The clearance had been given by the command bridge of the Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer by order of Fleet Admiral Titus. As the Fleet Admiral pulled away from the communications station, he hands over bridge command to his First Officer for the duration of the conference. The doors of the bridge slide open and close as Titus leaves to join Moff Delvardus in the conference room.
Down below, in the hangar bay, the Lambda-class Imperial Shuttle carrying Colonel Raith and his escort would land in the presence of an honor guard of Nova Stormtroopers. The commanding officers on station were Deputy Commander Zarek of the 21st Imperial Corps and Major Gromm of Nova Battalion. Both of them were made up from genes of soldiers and commanders from the days of the Horica Sovereign Empire. As Raith and his group disembark, both officers snap to attention, saluting the Colonel who had come to meet with Moff Delvardus. Zarek steps forward first.Colonel Raith, it is good to see you again. This is Major Gromm of the Nova Battalion, 21st Imperial Corps. We are here to escort you to the conference chamber on the command station level. The Fleet Admiral and Moff await you. Major Gromm then steps forward, looking at Raith and his group.Please follow all Imperial protocol and regulations. Keep weapons holster unless given command and the Moff permits the freedom to speak without asking for it. He feels this meeting will require swift responses from all officer-level personnel.And with this done, Zarek and Gromm turn to walk off with Colonel Raith following. A small squad of Novatroopers join them on the elevator as the party is transferred to the command level of the Nemesis. Once there, a few turns down the hallways and the party enters the conference room which was filled with high ranking personnel of the Fleet and the 21st Corps.
Looking all over the room one could indicate ranks of High Colonel, Major, Captain and finally Moff. Nicademus Delvardus was staring quietly at the holo-projector before them. His face expressing nothing right now, but his eyes betrayed him. A look of worry and concern lingered in his eyes. His mind calculating responses while wondering if what would be spoken of was only one occurrence or would become many. Gromm peels away to join the officers while Zarek takes Colonel Raith to where Nicademus was. The Moff looks up at Raith and offers a smile.Good to see you again, Colonel Raith. Is the Major not joining us today? The Fleet Admiral reported that her ship vanished into hyperspace after your shuttle was launched.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 17:09:06 GMT -8
Adorned in the accoutrements of war, Gideon stood within the conference room with his battle helm tucked underneath his arm. He stood before the recently uplifted Sector Governor, whom busied himself with a scrolling feed of data brought to life by a Hololithic projector. It had taken several seconds, more than enough time for the Deputy Commander and the Major Gromm to break off and head elsewhere, before the newly ordained Moff lifted his gaze.
“Good to see you again, Colonel Raith. Is the Major not joining us today? The Fleet Admiral reported that her ship vanished into hyperspace after your shuttle was launched.”
Dropping his hand from the proffered salute, Gideon’s sleep deprived gaze slowly settled onto the worry and concern flecked eyes of his newest Commanding Officer. Though this man was not truly his direct superior, that honour belonging to the Emperor and the Supreme Commander thereafter; the latter of which has been listed as in absentia since the time of ending for the Mandalorian Jihad. Having dredged up the thoughts surrounding the cataclysmic end to the supposed Holy War brought about by the Sons of Mandalore, Gideon felt bile build within the back of his throat. Bringing his rampant mind back to the fore once the Moff had inquired after the absence of the Major, Gideon shifted into a more relaxed pose.
“She has been called back to the Throneworld by the Emperor’s summons and regrets that she could not attend upon you at this time.” The silver threads within his sapphire eyes sparked to life as they adjusted to the dim lighting bathing this section of the conference room. “However, as it seems I’ve been appointed to your disposal, I can brief you on my personal projections for this theatre of operations – more as an addendum to what I believe your strategists have surmised already.”
Removing the code cylinder from his belt, the Colonel placed the identity locked device upon the table, easily within reach should the newly minted Moff desire to peruse through its contents. Stepping back from the table and folding his hands behind his back, the Colonel straightened as he waited to see which path the man would take in approaching his former holdings with the acts of compliance upon the edges of the horizon.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 13, 2014 17:57:22 GMT -8
The Moff sighs lightly at the absence of the Major and her vessel. Once the truth was known involving this conference, he would need all the firepower and manpower he could get his hands on. Delvardus then notices the chip placed before him which contained information of Colonel Raith's analysis of the Deep Core. The Moff reaches forward, taking the chip and putting it away for now.
I will analysis during or after the meeting, Colonel. I thank you for this information you have given me. As a veteran commander of the Empire, you r analysis and opinion will be highly valuable.
With that, Nicademus stood up from his place. This caused the buzzing conference room to go quiet. The lights began to dim and the holo projector came to life, giving off a blue glow upon everyone's face. The Moff looks around the room, making sure all necessary personnel were present before speaking up.
Officers of the Nemesis Command, Imperial 21st Corps and Imperial 4th Armored Division...and the respected Colonel Raith. The point of this conference is one of great seriousness and detriment to the peace of the Deep Core which it enjoyed for many years. Upon our entry into the Deep Core, members of the Communications sector upon the Nemesis came across a distress signal. A distress signal from Aargau.
The Moff turns around, keying a pad upon his chair. Once he turned around, a spat of a holo-image appeared before it phased out. The recording, as it was discovered, was filled with static before a connection was made. The individual upon the holo-image revealed to be a senior commander of Aargau's Planetary Security. In his hands was a blaster which was being fired. Then the senior commander began to run, speaking into the transmission.
This is Aargau Planetary Security reporting a Priority One emergency. Repeat, Priority One emergency. This transmission is broadcasting on all Imperial Channels. This is Senior Commander Halcorr of Aargau Planetary Security. Riots have broken out throughout New Escrow; civilians are armed with military grade weaponry. We are being overrun. Police units and Government reserves have fallen back for the government district due to the unprecedented numbers and coordination of the rioters. We are barely holding out. I request immediate assistance, I repeat, immediate assistance.
This is Aargau Planetary Security reporting a Priority One emergency-...
The transmission cuts at the beginning of the repeat. The static resuming before the communication was cut. Murmurs began to rise among the officers and personnel present upon this sudden situation at Aargau. Nicademus raises his hand before speaking.
Further analysis by our communications team reveals that the transmission was jammed before it repeated itself. Estimations believe that this was not a planetary cause but one that hovers over orbit. The possibility being a fleet of traitors that hover over Aargau like sharks. These are only estimations as the transmission's length could not give us time to perform an accurate analysis. This could be an isolated incident or the precursor of something far more sinister.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 20:20:36 GMT -8
Bathed in the azure light of the newly activated Holoprojector, the silvered lattice of Gideon’s advanced ocular technology flickered with an unusual vitality; as the shuddering image of a man bearing a prestigious title ran for his very life. The blaster the man, this Senior Commander Halcorr, had been discharging within an Urban environment was of standard Imperial Issue. It was made obvious by the distinctive pop of superheated ozone after the discharged bolt had left the nozzle, and confirmed moments thereafter by a fleeting glance provided by the running figure. His earlier assumption, made known to the Major, was proven to be correct with the revelation of this transmitted distress beacon. With such a trivial fact proven true by the late night musings of a Soldier, what did that mean for the rest of his projections? Did that mean he was only scraping the surface of what could be an even bigger plot against the Rise of the Empire? Hopefully such revelations would come in time, but until that moment – Gideon would busy himself with reacting to the situation at hand.
The supposed source of the jamming signal had been estimated to be of orbital origin, rather than grounded upon the surface. Such facts alone meant that there was a sizeable flotilla of enemy vessels within geostationary orbit of the former Remnant Capital world. Obviously they would not be able to determine what classifications each of these vessels were until they had begun reconnaissance efforts into the System, but with such a token invasion force on hand the Colonel doubted that they would be taking the fight directly to the enemy without softening them up first. After having deposited his code cylinder before the newly minted Sector Governor, Gideon had taken the empty seat between two barrel chested men. Dwarfed by their presence, the Colonel had to lean forward within the bounds of his chair to garner a clear view of the scene. To reinforce and extend the length of time spent uncomfortably seated at the conference room’s primary table, he placed his armoured elbows atop the polished surface and rested his head upon his extended fabric covered thumbs.
“It seems, Sir, that your recently acquired information has only confirmed what my initial projections suggested. On that Code cylinder I’ve given you, there will be a plethora of tactical musings in regards to the precipice upon which our Imperium currently stands. The data includes statistical likelihoods of which Systems would lean towards all out insurrection, and what probable forces they would bear against our Emperor’s rightful rule.”
Pausing for a moment to look about the room, before letting his unsettling gaze fall upon the head of this conclave, Gideon continued.
“If you would pardon my brazen tongue, Sir, I would advise you to request for additional forces to bolster your own before plunging your teeth into the meat of the situation. Thus should we find ourselves in a bind with any opposition to Imperial Compliance, we will have the steady assurance of reinforcements should they prove to be a highly organized threat. ”
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 13, 2014 21:11:53 GMT -8
All eyes went immediately to Colonel Raith who spoke first among all those assembled. This caused some more murmuring among themselves while others look to the Moff, wondering what his response would be. Nicademus quietly rubs his chin, contemplating a response to the Colonel.
The Imperial Remnant was successful in creating a thriving economy, each world aiding each other. Sadly our forces suffered due to the focus on social aspects. Our forces in the Deep Core sector are meager compared to the rest of the Empire. We have but 21,000 troops and a medium sized mechanized division.
After a few minutes, the Moff leaned back in his chair as others spoke up. Questions rising from where the reinforcements could come from. Nicademus looks to Colonel Raith, pondering quietly for a moment. He raises his hand, silencing the additional commotion.
I suspect you have troops to offer in this campaign against these traitors, Colonel Raith? As for any other additional forces, I will have the Fleet Admiral send word to High Command, detailing the situation at hand and the need for reinforcements in the Deep Core sector. The sooner we quell this revolt, the better! I will not let my efforts as the former Head of State of the Imperial Remnant be turned around by these traitors to the one true Empire!
A general murmur of approval resounded throughout the conference room from all those present.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2014 9:02:15 GMT -8
Uncaring of the prospective glances turned his way, the Colonel watched the newly instated Sector Governor quietly rub his chin in contemplation. Gideon had an approximation of what standing forces would be brought into the operational theatre of the Deep Core, though when the man had decided to speak soon after, Moff Delvardus had only confirmed the information he was given. Twenty one thousand men, plus their additional armoured assets were at their immediate disposal, alongside the various amalgamations of vessels within the flotilla dubbed the Nemesis Command. It was a potent fighting force should a single world be considered the intended target, however upon a sector wide scale the fighting force would be overwhelmed within a matter of months. They would barely be able to hold their defensive picket lines against any forward thinking strategists, let alone ensure the vital transportation of supplies between the various fronts. Adding his forces alone would only see to the various objectives provided by this inevitable conflict, and even then several facets would be missed. The most important one there would be the essential means of transportation between worlds. Having several well defended beach heads upon a planet’s surface would prove to be a testament to the Imperial’s unwillingness to let these worlds go, but even then in the face of dwindling supplies and morale – such fortresses would never last.
Leaning back in his chair, hiding the discomfort his armour brought him by crossing his right leg above his left, Gideon began silently drumming his fingers against the surface of the table.
“I’d save the inspiring speeches until after we’ve taken to the field of battle, Sir, I’d rather not lose the morale of our soon to be combined forces if all that enthusiasm is wasted on the Officer caste.”
Halting the movements of his fingers, as such a distracting dance had brought about the wrath of his steely gaze, the Colonel’s eyes returned to that of the Governors.
“I have an oversized Legion of the best Stormtroopers the Empire can offer, alongside the supplemental regiments purloined from the Imperial Army. Most are mechanized, thus artillery and armour battalions will be of little issue. The only problem now is relocating them from one front to another.” Offering a pleasant, but all knowing smile, Gideon continued. “However that problem will fix itself if you talk to the right people. Word has it, that Vice-Admiral Melusar, Lord of the ‘Shadowreaper’, the Imperium’s Sovereign Dreadnought, has taken the temporary post that deals with the disposition of Imperial Naval assets in the Empire’s space. I would suggest, Sir, that you would give him a call and request that Captain Aximand put together an expeditionary fleet to reinforce your warships with whatever he can find.”
“That man saved the Imperium before it became the Empire, Sir. I think it’s befitting that you give him something to do.”
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Post by "Soviet" on May 19, 2014 13:44:47 GMT -8
"Soviet" [UNDESIGNATED] GALSAF Black Operations Aaghra, Zug System, Deep Core From the depths of hyperspace, an LAAT gunship appeared in the emptiness of space outside of the Zug System, its hull black as night. The vessel arrived well enough outside the system's many worlds to avoid any risk of detection, and its stealth assets would ensure that risk remained minute as it approached its target, the planet of Aaghra. On board, the vessel's pilots were verifying their location and running checks of the vessels numerous onboard systems.Location confirmed, we have arrived. Soviet murmured over the secure commlink that connected his helmet to his partner's. Slag was seated beside him at the gunship's primary controls, angling for their destination. They had been tasked by their unit commander, Delmani Altic, to observe the comings and goings of the system's Imperial assets, and report any unusual military movements or activity. Based on intelligence gathered by extra-organizational contacts, social and political disturbances in the Deep Core were growing increasingly common. The upsets could have been caused by just about anything, though Altic suspected something more nefarious was afoot. Ever since the end of the recent Mandalorian Holy Wars, tensions between the Galaxy's largest governments had grown strained and increasingly hostile, though no outright military action had yet been taken by any side. Skirmishes between smaller, militarized factions were occurring at an unusual rate, especially amongst the Galaxy's larger criminal organizations, and economic changes were developing between the newly formed Galactic Empire and the Republic governments. Each side seemed to be attempting to limit the growth of the other, a practice that never boded well for the common citizen of the Galaxy, for whom GALSAF was charged to support and defend regardless of their affiliated administrations. Soviet couldn't shake the feeling that things would get worse before they got better.We'll run a day-long orbital observation before making for our next target. Soviet told his companion, who nodded in reply. When we get to Khomm, should we drop down together, or what? The other man asked. Soviet thought for a moment, reading over the intelligence he'd been given at their mission brief aboard the Basterd's Hand. Best if we go down separate. I don't expect to find much, but we shouldn't risk it, regardless. To be honest, Soviet wasn't sure what they might find. GALSAF's main force was holed up somewhere in the Inner Rim, completing repairs to the Basterd's Hand that had been sustained during the Battle of Kuat, or as the Lord Commander had taken to calling it, the Debacle at Kuat. Soviet remembered the mess they had made joining with the Mandalorian forces vying for control of the massive industrialized planet, all in the hopes of garnering intelligence from the Mandalorians themselves regarding their other operations. It had essentially been a massive infiltration operation, allying with the Clans in order to get close enough to their leadership to glean what they could of the Siege of Yavin IV and other operations that had taken place during their short-lived Holy War. Their efforts had all been geared towards finding a way to curtail Mandalorian expansion, a way to end their crusade as quickly as possible. The greatest irony of the situation was that the battle itself had proven to be the Mandalorian's downfall.
All GALSAF had taken from the experience was a severely crippled relationship between the organization and the Kuat government, which meant the Imperials who had expanded into a Galactic superpower seemingly overnight. They'd been forced to abandon one of their two capitol ships, the Hardpoint, as well, which had been destroyed early on in the battle by the Kuati's planetary turbolasers. Captain Aximand, the man who led the bulk of Imperial forces in the battle, had displayed a tactical brilliance that had shaken Soviet's faith in their own naval leadership, particularly that of Admiral Jethroe Staton, the male Mon Calamari who had served as naval head of the Yavin IV Defense Force, and previously served the Empire, and the Old Republic before that. Soviet had heard more than a handful of his fellow commandos suggest the Mon Cal's age was finally ebbing at his intellect, though he didn't much feel it was his place to decide, despite GALSAF's democratic style of military governance. Soviet was no naval tactician, and couldn't imagine the mental effort it must take to oversee an entire orbital battle between such vast numbers of vessels. Perhaps the others were right and Staton's time to retire had finally come. The loss of the Hardpoint and its crew had struck the organization deeply, though few would blame anyone but their own leadership for how the Debacle at Kuat had unfolded. The Nebula-class Star Destroyer had been replaced in due time, though its crew demands were much harder to fulfill than its physical ones. The new vessel was currently undergoing strict modification, though it would be weeks still before the ship was ready for active deployment.
Soviet scrolled through his HUD with a series of strafing eye movements, searching for a highlighted segment of information detailed in the intelligence report. He found it after a moment, reading over the highlighted section for the umpteenth time since they had departed the rest of the fleet several days before. Lord Sinistra, head of the government formerly known as the Dark Tide, had approached the Republic Senate after the Battle of Kuat, and had been more or less spurned by its leaders. The Republic had offered their assistance to the world under a series of stringent conditions that served no purpose but to castrate the Dark Tide, politically as well as economically and militarily. The vaunted Republic wanted no competition for Galactic supremacy, which Soviet personally despised. In many ways, he was glad to see Sinistra pull her government and people from their ashes, consolidating themselves into the new Galactic Empire. Slag had expressed his distaste for the idea, arguing that such advancements typically served to fuel wars between governments, though Soviet saw things differently. Divisions of power throughout the Galaxy often did lead to tensions that sparked conflict, but they also led to healthy competition that gave rise to evolutions in social and political thinking. Of course, this had been the case in the Clone Wars, when the conflict between the Confederacy of Independent Systems and the Old Republic had given way to the rise of the oppressive Empire, though Soviet had argued that had not been a natural progression of social paradigm. Rather, it had been the calculated use of force and threat of force by the former Sith Lord Palpatine to incite conflict aimed at solidifying his own personal agenda and power. Slag had retorted that it mattered little considering the result. Soviet had dropped the argument at that point, knowing he would make no further progress in swaying the other Operator's opinion. Still, Soviet couldn't help but admire the Sith Lord from afar; Sinistra, that was, not Palpatine. Long ago he'd decided that Sith and Jedi were merely two sides of the same coin, their pursuits similar even if their chosen means of attaining them were not.We'll be reaching our recon area here soon. Slag said suddenly, breaking Soviet's train of thought for the moment. He nodded in acknowledgement and unlatched the restraints of his harness before rising from his seat. I'll head to the back and get the gear prepped for Khomm. Let me know if anything changes. He told the other Operator, then keyed open the small hatch that connected the cockpit to the troop bay. Sure thing, mate. Slag replied before returning his attention to his monitors. Soviet stepped into the pitch black troop bay of the gunship, his visor switching to a low visibility filter and allowing him to see. They had kept the interior lights off in order to reduce the amount of power running through the gunship, a common practice when trying to remain undetected, though Soviet doubted it much helped considering how little power the illumination panels used. Stooping over their gear packs, Soviet rifled through them quickly to verify they had the equipment they would need. Datatablets, commlinks, local currencies, identichits, and other various pieces of equipment were all they would need during their excursion on Khomm's surface, if they got that far. Extra clothing was packed as well that would help them fit in with the local population and dissuade any questions or suspicions from being raised. Soviet retrieved the equipment and stowed it all in two separate civilian-style bags, one was a satchel, the other a common backpack. After he had finished packing, Soviet checked over the various firearms and other weapons secured in the bay's several equipment lockers, considering which pieces they might want or need for their work on Khomm. There wasn't much on the world but a space port, so he didn't expect to be there long enough to need any real amount of firepower. Soviet selected a pair of holdout blasters and stowed them in their respective bags before returning to the cockpit.Are we settled yet? Soviet asked as he sat back down and secured the restraints across his chest and lap once more. Slag shook his head. No, but it won't be long now, and I'm already picking up four vessels orbiting the planet, and numerous transmissions going back and forth. I'm giving the transmissions a once-over to see if we'll be able to crack their encryptions. Slag was silent for several moments while he manipulated the powerful sensor array built into the gunship's prow. Looks like a Pellaeon, Venator, Acclamator-One, and a Nebula. Broadcasting as the Nemesis, Defiance, Hauler and Vraska, respectively. Soviet winced slightly behind the T-visor of his helmet. The Hardpoint had been a Nebula-class Star Destroyer. His gloved fingers tapped a series of commands into the control panel at his fingertips that would bring Slag's display up on his own. All Imperial vessels, if the records are current. Only the Vraska doesn't show on our intel, must be a new addition or something. See the stunted X marking upon the hull? I've got nothing on that. Though the three grouped together register under a Fleet Admiral Titus. Slag's findings drew a frown from Soviet. What're they doing here, alone? He wondered aloud. Aaghra wasn't of military significance, as far as he could tell, and the area displayed no signs of recent battle. Slag only shrugged. No bloody clue, there's no outside activity. No shuttles or fighter escorts, and I'm not picking up anything else in the area. Soviet had experienced similar situations before. Sounds like someone's having a meet and greet, perhaps. Away from prying eyes and ears? Slag shook his head, ever at odds with him. Why bother coming all the way out here just to hold a meeting? More effort than it's worth when you can simply debug a latrine and hold your convo there. Soviet bit at the inside of his cheek for a moment, considering the possibilities. The Imperials could be running the gamut, checking in on all the Deep Core planets for allies. If the new Empire and the Republic end up at odds with one another, having allies this close to Coruscant would be a boon to the other side. It's easy to hide out here, if you're looking to build a force, harass supply lines or invade. Slag seemed to consider this, then finally nodded. Good thing we showed up when we did then, eh? He said lightly. We'll stick around until they leave, then follow them out. Agreed? Soviet nodded solemnly, still running potential explanations for the lonely Imperial vessel's presence. Whatever was going on, they'd do their best to find out.Moments later, the Nebula-class Star Destroyer began to turn about and swiftly made to leave the system. The two Black Operators shut down the gunship's active systems and activated its stealth measures, leaving them running until the Imperial vessel had disappeared into hyperspace. Tracking its exit vector. Slag reported automatically, muttering under his breath as together they reactivated the gunship's sensor systems. The three remaining Imperial vessels reappeared on their screens, joined by a new vessel, this one very small. Lambda-class shuttle, making its way to the Pellaeon. Soviet told his partner, who nodded. I see it, tracking communications between the shuttle and the Pellaeon. Soviet sighed absentmindedly as he kept his eyes on the information displayed on his screens. Any news on the encryption? He asked as the Lambda shuttle vanished, swallowed by the larger vessel. Slag shook his head. Not yet. I don't have much hope for it, either. The code's pretty dense, and I'm not finding much that compares with what we have on record. Soviet pursed his lips, wishing these new Imperials were as lazy as the old Empire. Keep on it. He told Slag, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his plated chest. For the moment, there was little they could do, unless they wanted to abandon the system and tail the Imperial's Vraska. Their mission was here for the time being however, and Soviet knew they weren't going anywhere until the remaining vessels followed their sister-ship's example and made off to another part of the Galaxy.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 23, 2014 6:29:51 GMT -8
Uncaring of the prospective glances turned his way, the Colonel watched the newly instated Sector Governor quietly rub his chin in contemplation. Gideon had an approximation of what standing forces would be brought into the operational theatre of the Deep Core, though when the man had decided to speak soon after, Moff Delvardus had only confirmed the information he was given. Twenty one thousand men, plus their additional armoured assets were at their immediate disposal, alongside the various amalgamations of vessels within the flotilla dubbed the Nemesis Command. It was a potent fighting force should a single world be considered the intended target, however upon a sector wide scale the fighting force would be overwhelmed within a matter of months. They would barely be able to hold their defensive picket lines against any forward thinking strategists, let alone ensure the vital transportation of supplies between the various fronts. Adding his forces alone would only see to the various objectives provided by this inevitable conflict, and even then several facets would be missed. The most important one there would be the essential means of transportation between worlds. Having several well defended beach heads upon a planet’s surface would prove to be a testament to the Imperial’s unwillingness to let these worlds go, but even then in the face of dwindling supplies and morale – such fortresses would never last.
Leaning back in his chair, hiding the discomfort his armour brought him by crossing his right leg above his left, Gideon began silently drumming his fingers against the surface of the table.“I’d save the inspiring speeches until after we’ve taken to the field of battle, Sir, I’d rather not lose the morale of our soon to be combined forces if all that enthusiasm is wasted on the Officer caste.” Halting the movements of his fingers, as such a distracting dance had brought about the wrath of his steely gaze, the Colonel’s eyes returned to that of the Governors.“I have an oversized Legion of the best Stormtroopers the Empire can offer, alongside the supplemental regiments purloined from the Imperial Army. Most are mechanized, thus artillery and armour battalions will be of little issue. The only problem now is relocating them from one front to another.” Offering a pleasant, but all knowing smile, Gideon continued. “However that problem will fix itself if you talk to the right people. Word has it, that Vice-Admiral Melusar, Lord of the ‘Shadowreaper’, the Imperium’s Sovereign Dreadnought, has taken the temporary post that deals with the disposition of Imperial Naval assets in the Empire’s space. I would suggest, Sir, that you would give him a call and request that Captain Aximand put together an expeditionary fleet to reinforce your warships with whatever he can find.” “That man saved the Imperium before it became the Empire, Sir. I think it’s befitting that you give him something to do.” Facts are what I speak of, Colonel Raith. Facts of what I did for the Deep Core and the former Remnant. The banner of the Empire is enough inspiration for my officers and soldiers who lived long to see the Empire rise again. Nicademus then leans back, pondering upon the words of the Colonel. His gaze turns to the Fleet Admiral who bows his head and departs the conference room. Titus would go about contacting the Vice-Admiral in order to gain reinforcements, both fleet and army assets that they needed in order to crush the revolt on Aargau. The Moff then turns to Colonel Raith.Titus will handle the necessary arrangements with the Vice-Admiral. Giving me a free hand to deal with battle preparations and overseeing the Imperial 21st Corps. I will want to speak of strategy with you, Colonel Raith while I am viewing this analysis you gave me. The Moff then stands up, looking at the assembled personnel. A unison of feet snapping to attention as the Moff rose was heard within the conference room. Nicademus looks at those present.You have your orders, officers. Gear up our troops, prepare our starfighters, prep the mechanized division and ready yourselves for battle. I want all units to be on station and ready for deployment when we launch for Aargau. Dismissed. A rapid sound of shuffling boots and running feet was the response as the officers stood up and departed for their stations. Soon only the Deputy Commander Zarek, Colonel Raith and Moff Delvardus remained. Nicademus pulls out the chip and hooks it into the holoprojector. He keys for the feed to display itself. His eyes now darting around at the analysis that Gideon had prepared as his report involving the Deep Core.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2014 7:30:05 GMT -8
Planted firmly within the uncomfortable embrace of his chair, Gideon's eyes watched as his fellow comrades were dismissed from the proceedings to carry out their orders, and prepare for whatever would come their way. The Colonel had to say that he was slightly envious of these men, not because they were able to leave the meeting with their newly uplifted Moff, but because they were able to make last minute preparations to their fighting force. Gideon's Legion would be fresh from the training fields of various Compliance actions, yet he doubted that many would be able to withstand the pressures of a true battle - at least that would be the case in the beginning. The faith this soldier held in his soldier's was as strong as durasteel, but when newly added elements are placed into the equation, that bar of durasteel would begin to bend and warp under pressure. Gideon only hoped that the bar wouldn't break before the Emperor's work could begin, as that would be an embarrassment that he could never live down.
Clearing his thoughts of a possible future, Gideon focused upon the projected information before him. Though he had see this all before, when he had spent that long and sleepless night aboard the Vraska, he pushed aside the feeling of stagnancy and forced himself to skim through the data once again. It was something that he was taught at the Cliffside Academy, back in the days of a more glorious Emperor and a clearly defined goal. Gideon had learned to force himself to be interested in documents he had already thumbed through, as he had found it useful when there would be missed scraps of information taken for his reward. However, the soldier was internally disappointed with the reward, as his mind had filled in all the blanks for him, going against the desires of his will. Perhaps it was better to use such a trained technique with foreign texts, rather than the ones penned by his own hand.
Never the less, Gideon remained silent whilst the Moff's eyes scoured the surface of the flicker azure projection. The Colonel knew that his earlier correction may still be at the forefront of the man's mind, and thus interrupting him while he was reading would result in a reprimand. Not that he couldn't take whatever punishment would come his way, having a friendly face by your side is better than solely being surrounded by hostile ones.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 28, 2014 6:51:58 GMT -8
After a period of time, Nicademus leans back in his chair after reviewing the data. A thoughtful look was upon his face, pondering heavily upon the analysis presented by Colonel Raith. Then a shuffling nose was heard as the Moff stood up and approached Gideon.
Your analysis is spot on, Colonel Raith. I am surprised you aren't some sort of high ranking strategist within the Empire. You have a hidden intellect within you that makes you not only a worthy ally, but a cunning adversary for the Empire's enemies.
Moff Delvardus gestures for the Colonel to walk with him for a time being. Deputy Commander Zarek follows them at a distance. Nicademus slowly puts his hands behind his back, remaining silent for a moment before speaking further.
This incident appears to be similar to the Imperial Mutiny of Falleen. A massive mutiny that resulted in the fall of the Fel Empire's military might. I remember being about of the Horica Sovereign Empire's forces that arrived to aid the Royalists of Cade Fel. However, I have a feeling your analysis may be true and I believe that this is only the beginning of something bigger. Aargau was a loyal world, to the Empire and Remnant...and with the presence of fleet over the planet, cutting transmissions, this plot has been funded by wealthy traitors among our ranks.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2014 7:59:14 GMT -8
A soldier never felt truly comfortable when praise had been levied upon his shoulders, as his entire life was spent breaking down the idea of self in order to best fit within a fighting unit. So, when the Moff Delvardus had complimented the Colonel upon his intellectual prowess, Gideon was unsure how to react. Should he thank the man for the approbation, or remain silent and nod his acknowledgement? With time progressing ever forward towards the awkward barrier, the man decided that merely adopted a pleased smile and nodded in acknowledgement. Despite his trepidation in deed, Gideon was truly thankful that he was bequeathed the verbal commendation – as it stoked the soldier’s pride.
Rousing himself from the discomforting embrace of the chair, the Colonel followed a step behind the newly appointed Commander. Gideon listened intently as the man detailed the similarities of the present events, to that of one in the past – noting the irony subtly shrouded behind the skein of the Moff’s words.
“Though the world we’re currently stationed above will work as an effective rallying point, Sir, I believe it would be in our best interests to secure Aargau and marshal the people there to the Imperial cause. Having a steady stream of recruits and, a System we can plant our boots on the soil, will act as a contingency should our armed forces be overwhelmed.” He paused for a moment to consider several options. “That is entirely your choice, Sir; I just don’t trust worlds that I can’t stand on to fight.”
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 28, 2014 8:20:26 GMT -8
There is something else that Aargau has that we will need. With a steady stream of recruits, you will need another factor...credits. Credits to pay these soldiers their due for their services to the Empire. Credits to repair our ships and machinery. Aargau is the banking world of the Deep Core. Credits to buy them food, armor and weapons.
Nicademus remembered his economic reforms, especially upon Aargau. It had made the world even more wealthy in rich minerals and banks. These reforms had helped the Imperial Remnant ensure that credits were ready for anything and any situation. The credits helped fund the Foerost shipyards, the cloning facilities on Khomm and the mines of Ojom. The Moff turns his gaze to Colonel Raith.
If our enemies gained this former branch of the InterGalactic Banking Clan, they will gain a boon of wealth and we will be deprived of it. It is a logistical factor we need to secure from our enemies to ensure they are limited in funds. With both the funds and loyalty of good Imperial citizens, Colonel Raith, we will indeed gain a strong foothold from where to strike and to launch our operations throughout the Deep Core.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2014 8:56:03 GMT -8
Through credits were the lifeblood of any fledgling faction, the Empire would not be found lacking in the department anytime soon. Having previously obtained several key worlds within the economic alliance of the Dark Tide, the Imperium was able to get back onto its feet not long after the Mandalorian surrender. Bespin and the Throne-world alone, would be able to support the fiscal domains within the borders of the Empire, having several additional systems – each with their own untouched sources of economic stability, was merely a boon to be reaped by the faction as a whole. So when it came into his tactical conditions during the formulation of his projections, the supply of wealth was considered to be a low priority. The reasons behind such a choice, was because Gideon believed that each of these worlds would act independently of one another – Governor’s hoarding their wealth in a vain attempt to deny them to their rightful claimants. It was possible for these planets to align their goals for achieving the greatest of their desires, but the Colonel doubted that they would have the time to do so before the Imperial Armada had made its entry into the combat theatres.
However, even with this in mind, he could not deny the Moff had been correct in the strategic resources the Remnant’s former Capital world had provided. Cutting off the supply of Imperial Sovereigns, or more widely known as Credits, to the enemy will ensure that their Enemies resources would dwindle over time. Such a deed would secure the compliant natures of these worlds in short order, without an ever rising causality count attached to either side.
“Local currency would be better, than dipping our feet into the wealth of the entire Imperium. So in that we agree, Sir, however I do not think that would be the only route these traitors may use. With the InterGalactic Banking Clan assets being recently revealed to me, it is also a very high possibility that various Separatist Caches may be located on various worlds – housing who knows what within their antiquated walls. Be it legions of Battle droids, to unfinished weapons of mass destruction.”
Locking eyes with the Sector Governor, the silver threads of Gideon’s augmented eyes whirred in interest as his ocular plain of vision filled with various scraps of data and calculations.
“In your time upon Aargau, Sir, has there been any mention of any ancient weapons of war buried beneath the surface?”
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 28, 2014 9:15:39 GMT -8
The Moff pauses in his steps, feeling the gaze of the Colonel upon him. Nicademus turns to look at Raith as his mind pondered upon the question at hand. He slowly turns away now, proceeding to a nearby viewport which looked upon the neighboring vessel, a Venator-class Star Destroyer.
In all my time on Aargau, I knew of no such information involving weapons of the CIS. From what I have learned, despite their association with the InterGalactic Banking Clan, Aargau remained relatively neutral and was protected by a massive force of clone troopers. The Republic knew of its importance economically and financially.
The Moff's words then paused as a memory came into his mind from learning the history of Aargau.
There was only one rumor, Colonel Raith. During the Clone Wars, the Republic believed that the InterGalactic Banking Clan was using Aargau to produce Hellfire Droids. However, no evidence has proven this. It seems the Republic did not find any such manufacturing plants. It may have been the specter of Hellfire Droids that made the Old Republic edgy on such war machines being produced upon their backdoor.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2014 9:49:36 GMT -8
There were no super weapons. It was that fact alone that pleased the Stormtrooper immensely. He had hoped that his death would be at the hands of an enemy with either greater firepower than him, or a lucky bastard with a knife, rather than feeling his flesh atomize under the undeniable ferocity of a super weapons power. Gideon’s lips betrayed his feelings as the waves of relief surged through his nerves, as they curled into a pleased smile.
“That is comforting to know, Sir, as I’d at least have some control over how I am to die in the Empire’s service.”
Now that a moment of silence had begun to take root, Gideon had taken the moment to consider various facets of this operation. It was all well and good that they were waiting about to gather this wits before plunging into the maw of the beast, however the deeply ingrained drive for action was slowly coming to the fore. The Colonel had been waiting for a moment to prove himself since the tumultuous Battle of Kuat, where he had been stuck planet-side whilst the Captain Aximand garnered his laurels. It was the darkness that had burrowed itself deep into Gideon’s soul since he fought upon the surface of Endor during the waning days of Palpatine’s Empire, and it was one that rarely reared its ugly face due to the Colonel adamantine will.
However, enforcing such a barrier for lengthy periods of stagnation became a tedious task. It caused the soldier to fill his mind with various, and menial tasks to ensure he was kept busy, resulting in many a sleepless night. Thus as it seemed there would be little details to cover, now that both men had been brought up to speed, action was all that remained.
“Shall we be waiting for the reinforcements and let these Rebels dig in, or send the forward scouts to Aargau and begin the operation whilst we wait for the others to arrive?”
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 31, 2014 10:15:57 GMT -8
The rebels aren't well-equipped even if they have their hands on some military grade equipment. If we let them dig in, the chances of these traitors making off with cash from the Aargau Bank will increase. And they may get their hands on heavier machinery and better equipment as well. We must attack them while they are focused on gaining the Imperial Center. The sooner we do it, the better.
The Moff then begins to walk again with the Colonel. Nicademus was pondering upon a strategy on how to deal with these rebels. They had numbers, but no discipline. And from the sounds of it, they were coordinated which means they had a sound hierarchy. Moff Delvardus walks through the bay doors which led them to the bridge. Fleet Admiral Titus approaches the Moff.
Moff Delvardus, I have sent communication to High Command. They will be sending a Second Imperial Expeditionary Fleet, commanded by Captain Aximand. No word on an ETA, but by the sounds of the report, they are close to being ready to launch.
Excellent, Fleet Admiral. Put all stations on battle ready status and prep the squadrons for deployment. We shall set operation launch time in one hour. Have the message relayed on secure Imperial channels to any other units in the area that may be sympathetic to the Loyalist cause and would come to aid us in defeating these rebels.
Titus salutes and proceeds to the communications station. The Moff turns to Colonel Raith.
Do you have any suggestions on how we should approach the planet with the possibility of a Fleet over Aargau?
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