Galdaart Fel
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Oct 10, 2014 17:00:21 GMT -8
Post by Galdaart Fel on Oct 10, 2014 17:00:21 GMT -8
...The landing ramp was amidships, running down the central axis of the craft, and as Fel entered, followed closely by Melia, he began to think he had made a very bad choice. The VCX was tiny. Not a common area, not a berth to speak of, by the three suns -- not even an engineering room. The landing ramp opened into a small room, maybe 4X12, which at the rear bulkhead served as a monitoring station for the engines and life support. Two bunks flipped down from the port wall, and there was a small 'fresher station recessed into the starboard superstructure. up two stairs on a fore-deck of sorts there were more terminals -- navacomp and automated fire controls for the several blasters and auto-cannon the ship was armed with. Lifting the floor grates of the fore-deck granted physical access to the port and starboard turbolaser turrets, though since they could be remote-fired from the cockpit, the need for gunnery crew was minimized.
Fore of the raised navacomp / gunnery stations was the only other sealed compartment on the ship. The door slid aside to reveal a very new (by Fel's standards) and very modern (again, only by Fel's standards) though obviously CEC, cockpit. The layout was familiar, with pilot's station on the right, and a single second seat to port, and slightly behind. He hadn't paced it off, but it felt like five good strides would take you from stem to stern. She was a small boat, that was certain. But the VCX packed a hell of a wallop. Her reputation was near-legendary in smuggling circles.
Very few had been made, owing to the eccentric design and obvious plans to circumvent galactic trade commissions. Freighters, which was CEC's stock-in-trade, had to conform to a sort of basic set of parameters. Light freighters, or tramp freighters, tended to be under 50m in length, displacing under 175 gross tonnes, and could typically haul between forty and two hundred tonnes of cargo. That required heavy lift capabilities, strong and powerful (easy to modify for max. speed) engines, and basic armament to protect vital cargo. The VCX was built at a time of uncertainty, and had obvious military leanings, but was still -- officially -- a freighter, though there was no internal provision for storing cargo or passengers, and the weaponry and electronic suite offered would have been more at home on a Corvette or hostile-environment landing craft. She was more than a match for any freighter or fighter, and some smaller capital ships would be wise to raise their shields in the vicinity of a VCX-820.
Fel sat at the pilot's station, and ran his hands over the smooth control surfaces. Gone were the toggles and switch-gear of the YG or YT-series, and in their place were smooth black glass touch screens. There was obvious wear and the ship had covered some miles, that much was certain. Sinistra had been wise to heed his request for a used craft. But the fact remained -- this craft was close to two hundred years newer than the Unfair Advantage.
He looked out the familiar viewport at the massive cargo gripper arms -- the VCX's only hold on the 'freigher' title, then looked back through the open cockpit doors at the tiny cabin beyond Melia's form in the doorway. Her kit -- an extruded aluminum roadcase of death -- was strapped to the starboard bulkhead, had been awaiting their arrival. His own meagre purchases were in the trunk he had brought aboard from the 'Shelf Life.' For what it was worth, they were ready. Ready to go. Ready for whatever awaited them.
You ready, partner?
Mel smirked, and sat down in the co-pilot's seat, letting her leg drape over the arm of the chair.
Born ready.
Fel initialized the systems, and the ship came to life. It sounded like a CEC vessel. It breathed like a CEC vessel. A short systems check later, and they were prepped for takeoff. Fel nodded toward the flashing indicator on the console to Mel's left.
Guess you'd better answer that, huh? You're the mission lead on this -- I'm just the pilot.
Mel frowned, and shot him a look. She detested being a puppet as much as Fel did, but he was right. She touched the screen, entered a series of digits, and the transmission became active.
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Atia
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Oct 12, 2014 10:19:28 GMT -8
Post by Atia on Oct 12, 2014 10:19:28 GMT -8
The monitor first showed a white dot in the middle, then, it expanded into a face, curved and disfigured like by a whirlpool of pixels that seemed to awaken from a very harsh hangover. Finally, it cleared. It was a man, an old man by the wrinkle ridden thin face. Liverspots dotted his skin like pavement just as the rain starts. Never the less, he had this kind grandpa feeling over him. He would give you a chockolate bunny and squeese your cheek any minute through that monitor, even though you were now an adult.
The only thing that ruinned this illusion was the sharp ironed suit and the red tie over the white shirt. Fel and Melia could not see a lot of the mans torso, just down to where the tie knot started, and didnt see his shoulder end. In truth, there wasnt much of the "man" there, only wires and tubes going out of those sholders. Thankfully, the two did not see this. For all they knew, the man was at his full health, even if a bit old.
As for his background, it was black. That was the unsettling part. No armchairs headrest or a recording room, not even his own portrait behind him, like powerfull executives like to have it. Black.
-Bateman-
"Mr.... Ms Tervho. I am Mr Bateman, Your and Mr Fels Handler from now on. I presume Mr Fel is also able to take this call?"
All illusions of grandfatherly love were blown away. The man had a cold 'To the point' tone and had slight malice in his voice. He said his words as if Mels only purpouse was to hold Fel alive, and he just cought her not just red handed, but elbow deep in sweet redness of faliure. He seemed to like the notion. Seeing someone else fail. It was clear that he was only seeing Mel through the camera..
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Galdaart Fel
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Oct 14, 2014 10:50:15 GMT -8
Post by Galdaart Fel on Oct 14, 2014 10:50:15 GMT -8
Fel sighed. He had been hoping there would be some way he could remain faceless in these dealings. It was not to be.
He swivelled his seat and pressed a series of buttons on the panel in front of Mel, opening the aperture of the built-in cam that was the live feed Bateman was viewing. As he did so, a wider-angle shot of the VCX-820's cockpit came into view, and along with it, Galdaart Fel.
He looked very much as his Avatar would indicate: unkempt, overgrown beard, a mane of knotted, dreaded hair, partly obscuring his face, which was itself hollow-cheeked, with heavy dark discoloration under his eyes that made it look as if he hadn't slept in weeks (he hadn't.) His complexion was unhealthy, his clothes ill-fitting and dirty. He sat as if a great weight lay across his back and shoulders, tired and ill. Only the eyes -- one a piercing, bloodshot ice blue, the other a sickly yellow -- were filled with life and purpose. Everything else about Fel looked half-dead. If this Bateman had never seen Fel before, and had only read Sinistra's reports, here was the undeniable truth: this was a sick, sick man.
I'm here, Bateman. Just tell me where the hell I'm going, and what in the Three Suns I'm doing when I get there.
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Atia
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Oct 14, 2014 13:21:43 GMT -8
Post by Atia on Oct 14, 2014 13:21:43 GMT -8
There was a short pause as the camera widened and Fel came into view. Bateman worked over what he had seen. This Fel looked sickly, like a puppy you find on the street and have to decide if you want to take him home, or to the vet for that one last.... last shot. But, her had his orders. Even if a half assembled IKEA shelf looked like it could do the job better then Fel, it was Fels job.
He rephrained from commenting on the mans health, he would surely get a report from Kessel, once (if) they got there.
-Bateman-
Kessel. The Mines, more exactly. There, a woman named Gaia will give you your cargo, and inform you of your next step. I am guessing that you are starting to have an idea.
Kessel. Fel was surely not there for tourism purpouses, that was sure.
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Galdaart Fel
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Oct 16, 2014 15:28:57 GMT -8
Post by Galdaart Fel on Oct 16, 2014 15:28:57 GMT -8
Fel watched Bateman's face for signs of betrayal... anger... malice. It didn't matter. The whole scheme was a complete cluster-frack. They were going to get chilled, there was no two ways about it. The only question was when, and whether Fel could outsmart Sinistra, and this Bateman.
But those were thoughts for another time. He kept his voice as even-keeled as was possible, considering the pain in his arm and his guts.
Kessel. Gaia... Great. We're underway. ETA twelve standard hours.
He cut the connection, letting Bateman eat static, and leaned back in his seat, cradling his injured arm and flexing the hand, closing it into a fist over and over. The burning in his gut was like an ever-present reminder that the clock was ticking, and he banished the thought for a moment, to enjoy the one thing he could enjoy.
Bringing the ship online, he warmed up the bird, cleared moorings, and signalled the dock-master that they would be departing. Feeding throttle in smoothly, he was impressed by the feel of this bird. She was rock-steady and felt powerful, sure of herself. Like Liya, Malora, Melia. As the nose of the VCX cleared the starport and shot out into the early morning sky, there was no pain in his chest, and Galdaart Fel breathed easy for the first time in months. Who cared if they were going to Kessel? Who cared if he was a dead man walking? He smiled in spite of himself, and barrel-rolled the VCX in the cloudless, clear sky.
Here we go, Melia. All or nothing, right?
They had cleared atmo, and arced away from low orbit. Fel didn't look back at Garqi. He never looked back. When hyperspace enveloped them he thought for a split second that he might just make it. Just for a split second.
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Aug 15, 2017 22:41:27 GMT -8
Post by Brielle Giovane on Aug 15, 2017 22:41:27 GMT -8
Finding the YT-2000 light freighter she had been told would be waiting for her in Pesktda port, Vashity boards the craft and makes her way to the oddly designed, cramped cockpit and straps into the pilot's seat to begin her abbreviated pre-flight checks prior to departing.
The freighter, typically manned by a crew of four, can operate with only a single pilot, though Vashity absently finds herself wishing that arrangements had been made for a starfighter rather than a freighter not long after beginning her lift-off preparations. The need for her to reach her ultimate destination swiftly soon blots out her mild concerns about piloting the freighter solo, however, and Vashity soon forgets them entirely as she focuses on laying in her course while taking the ship up towards orbit.
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Nov 11, 2017 10:02:56 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 11, 2017 10:02:56 GMT -8
Among the various worlds that resided within the borders of the First Order, Garqi was a unique planet. A planetoid dedicated to agriculture, which provided supplies to the Imperial armies of the Supreme Commander. Yet its biggest export was the beans used to make caf, a much-needed beverage for all Imperial officers. It helped keep them alert and ensured they had the energy to get through loads of paperwork. In fact, a number of officers came to Garqi to enjoy its caf houses and the wonderous beauty of the planet. It was truly a strange paradise to be found within the militant regime of the First Order.
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Lucien Needa
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May 12, 2019 13:03:28 GMT -8
Post by Lucien Needa on May 12, 2019 13:03:28 GMT -8
Pesktda was a beautiful city on any other day of the year, it's classical architecture providing a refreshing change from the rest of the galaxy. However, this evening was especially beautiful, with the golden sun setting over the city. The orange light flooded the stone avenues, bouncing off the edifices of the many buildings. This same sun bounced off the Theta-Class Shuttle descending from orbit, the clean, black lines formed by the windows, shined to perfection, illuminating the area around it in a radiant fashion, flying low over the pinkish fields that made up the planet's surface. In the shuttle sat Lucien, peering out the windows of the craft onto the serene surface of the planet. Quite different from the world he had left behind, fleeing the Imperials. Perhaps the First Order wasn't all so bad. After all, if his father had fought for them for so long, they could not be that bad. After what he had seen of his father, he could deduce he was a good man. Still, he had recommended he go to Garqi to meet an admiral stationed on the planet.
Coming in over the shuttleport, the legs of the craft extended and settled upon the smooth metal of the landing pad. The doors at the back of the craft opened, and a ramp extended down. Lucien stood from the beige leather seat and made his way out the ramp, the bright sun warming him almost instantly when compared to the cold interior of the shuttle. Instinctively expecting to see some sort of chaos or human tragedy going on in front of him, he was surprised instead to see both civilians and stormtroopers milling about peacefully. The civilians were either pointing around excitedly, clearly tourists, or were working unloading packages. Occasionally one of them would ask one of the troopers a question about something or the other and was answered with cold efficiency. This scene was very different from what he had been told in the past about the Empire. He had believed that every planet controlled by the Empire was a den of vice and oppression; could he have been so wrong all his life?
Shaking this thought from his head, he made his way down through the spaceport, largely ignored by the populace and soldiers alike, who were going about their own business. He figured the best place to start looking for this person would be at the local Imperial office, located just near to where his shuttle had landed. As he walked, Lucien kept looking about for any signs of the sorts of crimes he expected to be going on here, and once again, he came up empty-handed. In fact, it seemed as though the Imperial officers were peacefully interacting with citizens, facilitating business deals, running standard customs, et cetera. It didn't make any sense whatsoever. Lost in these thoughts, he quickly arrived at the Imperial customs headquarters by the docks. The modest building looked nothing like the other Imperial buildings he had seen. The building fits in perfectly with the surrounding area and seemed to simply be a normal customs office repurposed for the Imperials to use it. Strolling in through the front doors, he was expecting to be shot by the soldiers guarding the door, but they let him in with no difficulty at all. Walking up to the main desk, he noticed two figures in the corner of the room that had turned to greet him. And one of them had the rank plaque for an admiral mounted on the chest of her dark grey uniform.
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Jenia Kasalle
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May 12, 2019 13:33:29 GMT -8
Post by Jenia Kasalle on May 12, 2019 13:33:29 GMT -8
With the three Victory-class Star Destroyers being located in lower orbit within the near distance of the capital city, it was merely routine for Jenia Kasalle to ask the harbour command for another field training within her position as Rear Admiral. Harbouring many worlds the First Order has heavily colonized most of them or at least annexed them within this form, thus making it nearly impossible for more experimental moves, when it came to Star Destroyers. Although they barely needed them in lower orbit, Jenia Kasalle was aware of the advantage which Star Destroyers could pose within range of planetary atmosphere- and her Banshee fleet, consisting out of three of these vessels were capable of the simple training, she wished to perform as Garqi itself was ideal for what she had in mind.
Though an agricultural world, which exported caf towards other First Order worlds, there were areas on the surface, which were technically reservats or places in general, which couldn't be utilized for farming, thus making it ideal for tested landfall excercises. While Mygeeto was too risky as a testing area due to its everchanging weather and both Muunilist and Kuat were too dense when it came to settlements, Garqi as some sort of peaceful world offered enough landscape, where Jenia could plan ideally alongside Colonel Manfred Asmus, the highest ranked general on board of the Banshee, to what extent they would plan the whole event.
The elder colonel was just talking with her inside one of the office buildings, where they eventually had informed the local commanding officers of their intentions, when suddenly they were approached by a stranger, a man whom Jenia didn't even recognize at all. Although the Colonel and her greeted him initially, she mustered him with her cold-looking eyes closely, as if he was someone familiar. Weird... who was this and why was this man entering such a building?
Given the Mygeeto incident, a look to the left corner of the room, near the entrance from where the stranger just came, revealed the dark reflection of NT-711 "Prometheus", the squadron leader of her Novatrooper bodyguard, hands already on one of his weapons should the situation turn out to be more than just a random visit. Although Jenia didn't wish to show any weakness, she nontheless had increased security measures regarding herself and shuttle escorts towards planetary surfaces and within this moment, she felt that she was prepared indeed, should something out of the ordinary occure.
"Can we help you... Mister?", she asked, almost sounding threatening.
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Lucien Needa
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May 12, 2019 14:08:52 GMT -8
Post by Lucien Needa on May 12, 2019 14:08:52 GMT -8
Yep. It was her. He had been warned about her rather... unique style of interaction with strangers. Still, there was something to it, and it was a funny greeting all the same. In the alliance, he would expect a sort of cold, formal, and bland greeting from a commander; she clearly had some spirit in her. Such a fighting spirit was sparse to see in Alliance commanders if it existed at all. Such fierceness was also rare to see, and she certainly had the looks of a fighter about her. However, even if she didn't know him, she likely recognized the eyes. Every Needa had the exact same eyes, or so he had been told, and he apparently was no exception. Deciding to joke about it, he took a couple of steps back and raised his arms into the air.
"Woah, Woah. You got me. I'm actually an assassin the Alliance sent to kill you. They call me the "Black Shadow Hand of Doom," but you can call me Lucien. Lucien Needa."
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Jenia Kasalle
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May 13, 2019 1:04:49 GMT -8
Post by Jenia Kasalle on May 13, 2019 1:04:49 GMT -8
His behavior was greeted by the eventual fact, that he felt immidiately a blaster rifle pointing directly at his back, when "Prometheus" stepped out of the place where he was hidden.
"Shall I arrest him, Rear Admiral?", the threatening voice under his helmet merely responded, as he took his job seriously, Colonel Asmus also looking more than displeased about the way this man introduced himself. Sarcasm rarely entered an Imperial office building as these men were dead-serious, when it came to political buiseness nontheless.
Jenia however realized that he was somewhat familiar, even though if she couldn't tell why. When he told, that his last name was "Needa", she was even more surprised as she knew then of whom she felt reminded. The man under whom she had served at Dac - could it really be? She eventually raised her hand, as the Novatrooper eyed her expecting.
"Just disarm the gentleman here, if he really means, what he claims to be", she then said solely, "and then I will interrogate him in personal, since he so willingly delivered himself to me and this place."
Pointing over to the next room, it was obvious what she meant. If they would talk, then under two eyes and within a place, which Needa wouldn't leave alive, if something happened to the Rear Admiral. While Colonel Asmus nodded, slightly disagreeing with the decision, the Novatrooper began to search properly if Needa had any weapons on him, taking his job seriously.
"You'll know where to find me", the Colonel merely said as he left the scene, "I trust so far in your words and the Novatroopers around the building..."
"The situation should be fine, Colonel Asmus", she merely told him, Nontheless I thank you for your forsight. I'll try to hurry up with our... 'assassin'.
Once he was gone and the three entered the room after it was made sure that Lucien posed no threat towards Kasalle, she merely shook his head.
"So... what's the truth now?", she then wished to know, once they took their place within the bureau chairs, as Jenia wasn't all too amused, "We both know that most of what you said is nonsense, but nonsense can be taken seriously if there is truth within it. And I neither wished any bystanders, not even my own colonel to know until I know all of it. So tell me who you really are, before I really consider to put you into the arrest cells, where other traitors already rot."
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Lucien Needa
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May 13, 2019 7:10:35 GMT -8
Post by Lucien Needa on May 13, 2019 7:10:35 GMT -8
It was evident that Jenia had a moment of realization when Lucien had mentioned his name, otherwise they would not be having this conversation right now. The Rear Admiral was well known for her strict, cold, and efficient approach to her work, and this was evident even now. It was admirable, her adherence to her work, though Lucien would work on breaking that down. This was his first interaction with an Imperial which was not in a fully formal setting, and he was not disappointed, to say the least. With a smirk on his face, he answered Jenia's query.
"Hmm, well, I was told about you by a man named Delvardus. You may know who I'm talking about."
His comment about the Emperor was mostly to set her at some level of ease. She recognized the fact that the parallels between himself and Garrick were too large to simply be a coincidence, so this would simply reinforce the fact that he was, in fact, an Imperial. Taking a small card out of his pocket, he threw it onto the bureau. The card was his Imperial Standard Identification, which had been issued to him on Muunilinst.
"Lucien Needa. Newly-minted Imperial Knight and adventurer extraordinaire, or so I've been told."
He knew who the woman in front of him was, given by her steel hair and iron gaze, and decided to play on it a bit. She was clearly frustrated, and he enjoyed vexing military officers. While the officers in the Alliance had generally responded with indifference, the Imperials, with all their structure and order, were clearly very easily wound up by this sort of thing. A fact Lucien could use to his advantage.
"And I've heard quite a bit about you, Miss Kasalle. So much that I decided I'd regret it if I didn't come out here and meet you."
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Jenia Kasalle
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May 13, 2019 9:58:07 GMT -8
Post by Jenia Kasalle on May 13, 2019 9:58:07 GMT -8
While the Novatrooper didn't really respond to it, the cold silence was answer enough, as basically most, which they wanted to know was solved in an easier way. The only thing, which was frustrating for Prometheus was, that Needa was higher in rank as him - thus meaning that he technically threatened one of his superiors without knowledge. On the other hand though it was always better to remain careful.
Jenia gritted her teeth for a brief moment, before she nodded, acknowledging the information given to her wordless. So an Imperial Knight it was. Well, better than an assassin - given her luck she ran into those more frequently than she wished to.
"Then I assume you are a family member of Admiral Needa's family, if you have heard of me", she then concluded neutral, eyeing him at least more relaxed, "However, if you mention the Emperor himself, I assume that there is something he has tasked you with?"
If he was indeed one of the Imperial Knights, then this always meant work for her as a naval officer. Serving as a bodyguard to none other than Delvardus himself, she could hardly imagine any reason why else one of them would be in search for her.
Surely, she was a Rear Admiral, has served in many battles, one of the major ones being at Dac, but she didn't consider herself as important enough for this being just a mere visit. Therefore she was already prepared for the worst to come yet.
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Lucien Needa
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May 13, 2019 14:00:45 GMT -8
Post by Lucien Needa on May 13, 2019 14:00:45 GMT -8
She seemed to be even more flummoxed by the revelation of this information, now visibly irritated. Wearing the same look on his face, he did not nod in the affirmative, but he did not lie and deny it either. Jenia returned the identification card, and he placed it back into his shirt's breast pocket. Her assumption that he had been sent here on official business was interesting, but it was something he could further play on.
"Yes, I've been given a very important assignment. Let me just get the official orders out..."
Pulling out a small piece of flimsiplast from another pocket, he opened it and began reading it.
"... to 'begin a discontinuance of the intense undertakings you have recently embarked on, in order to become acclimatized to the environment in the First Order.'"
Pausing his monologue, he slowly crumpled the piece of flimsi and tossed it into the nearby waste recycler. The bin quickly broke it down into its base components and disposed of them in separate containers. Looking straight at Jenia, he made a serious face for a few seconds before cracking a smile.
"I've been given some rest. I'd heard a number of things about you from some of the good Admiral's officers and decided to come out here and meet you for myself."
Continuing the smile, he leaned forward in order to address Jenia's very clear concerns. Seeing as Jenia was steeped in the sort of protocol that the Empire was known for, she would likely begin addressing him as a knight.
"So, Miss Kasalle, right now, just consider me another soldier stationed on this lovely planet."
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Jenia Kasalle
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May 14, 2019 0:52:58 GMT -8
Post by Jenia Kasalle on May 14, 2019 0:52:58 GMT -8
Jenia restrained from rolling with her eyes. The young Needa definitly had a lack of manners, when it came to the actual seriousness of tasks, but given his status she didn't say anything. He was nontheless an Imperial Knight, therefore it was only in her authority to question his movements, if he would endanger her life and the lifes of her crew members. Luckily this wasn't the case.
Now she had to work around this whole thing somehow.
"Well, I hope you have enjoyed your free time on the planet then", she merely said, as she leant back for a bit, "I don't know what you have heard of me, but I'm a bad tourist guide, when it comes to the planet you're stationed on. I was born on Prakith and spent a long time on Kuat at the Academy before the First Order as we knew it today was formed - so Garqi is therefore foreign territory for me.
All I know is that they produce Caf.
And frankly... I don't like Caf that much. Even if it helps me sometimes to fulfill my duties longer than usual."
She assumed that her talk might bore Needa more than she had to endure his presence. He probably had just heard of the maneuvers she executed, the victories and successes of the ships under her leadership - yet, if he was willing to stay, he would eventually learn that all this success came always with a prize. And in the Rear Admiral's case it was troop excercises. In the end peace times merely existed for Kasalle in order to keep her own men prepared for the worst.
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Lucien Needa
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May 14, 2019 4:10:40 GMT -8
Post by Lucien Needa on May 14, 2019 4:10:40 GMT -8
Lucien let out a low chuckle at Jenia's response, amused by her clumsy attempt to deflect his attentions elsewhere. Evidently, she was not used to members of the organization taking any interest in her beyond a purely professional one. Originally, he had intended to just pay a visit to the admiral, give a small greeting, ask for directions to the main plaza, and then be on his way. However, his interest had now been piqued by the woman sitting in front of him, especially seeing as she evidently did not spend much time outside her duties. Yet, Lucien could tell that in spite of her devotion to the Empire, she clearly wanted to spend some time outside of work, simply enjoying the world around her. And Garqi was a better place than most for this, with its galactic-class restaurants and beautiful scenery.
"Even so, a good commander such as yourself would familiarize yourself with the nearby terrain, both in case of an invasion and to plot out effective exercises."
Although Lucien was not the strategist his father was, he did know enough of tactics to say that it would be foolish not to ensure that one understood the areas near to the military base on the planet. Combined with the many military victories Jenia was accredited with, it all but guaranteed that she did understand the adjacent city to some degree. Her devotion to the military and to both protecting and strengthening her men all but ensured that.
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May 14, 2019 5:00:45 GMT -8
Post by Jenia Kasalle on May 14, 2019 5:00:45 GMT -8
She nearly had to laugh at the response, as she wasn't sure how he meant it. Nontheless she remained formal.
"Currently I'm utilizing said terrain for troop landings in areas outside of the city", she briefly informed Lucien regarding her own purpose on the planet, "Garqi is perfect to test out the atmospheric capabilities of the three Victory II-class Star Destroyers under my command in order to get a better feeling for the crew how to operate with these vessels, if it comes to a planetary invasion. The only thing we sadly can't test is our weapon systems, but at least we have some challenging terrain for both the troopers and the walkers, which rarely tend to see anything else other than the usual Imperial grey walls of their manufacturing stations and the ships on which they are deployed.
I guess that's the luxury which one does have in peaceful times without a major threat challenging our Empire."
She eventually stood up as if most things on the table were already discussed.
"But nontheless I'm glad about it as well", she then said honestly, "Otherwise I wouldn't have the time to interrogate an Imperial Knight during his intense mission of becoming 'acclimatized to the environment in the First Order', as you called it."
Although dry spoken, there was at least some spark of humor within these words, being at least one sign, that she wasn't completely annoyed by her visitor."Is there any certain place you wish to see within the city?"
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May 14, 2019 7:12:13 GMT -8
Post by Lucien Needa on May 14, 2019 7:12:13 GMT -8
"And I wouldn't have the time to become acquainted with someone such as yourself, Miss Kasalle."
Lucien smiled genuinely for the first time during this encounter, appreciating Jenia's attempts at humor. If he needed any other proof that there was something behind the cold facade she put on, it was this. Many other officers would have simply dismissed him out of spite for his antics, though she was clearly softening to his mannerisms and behavior, his father included. However, she seemed to be warming towards him, which warranted acknowledgment. Besides, this little 'interrogation' had been quite pleasant for him all around, and he had genuinely enjoyed his brief discussion with the Admiral.
"Oh, nothing particularly... the truth is, I've never seen many worlds occupied by the First Order, and I've heard good things about Garqi in particular. So far I've been impressed... but I have a feeling there are more wonders to be seen."
This was perhaps the most truthful way he could answer the question without revealing his past history fighting for the Alliance. That part of his past would be covered up by the High Command unless absolutely necessary, especially so that officers would not needlessly regard him with suspicion. In any case, that was a part of his life that he had begun to regret, and those regrets had come to a head at the Battle of Mon Cala, where the Alliance simply abandoned the citizens it was supposed to protect. He had a notion that things in within the borders of the Empire were worse, but so far, he had seen nothing that could be considered a war crime. In fact, the behavior shown by the members of government he had seen today on the planet was better than that of most Galactic Alliance officers he had met. Jenia, in particular, seemed to be an extremely honest, candid person, who valued her work, which was more than he could say of most Galactic Alliance members.
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Jenia Kasalle
Databank Operations
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May 14, 2019 22:29:52 GMT -8
Post by Jenia Kasalle on May 14, 2019 22:29:52 GMT -8
She shrugged at the mention of it, as she had no honest answer upon it. The wonders of civilizations... the last time Kasalle could remember herself being fascinated by these was the time, when she saw the shipyards of Kuat and Bilbringi - wheras Mon Calamari she helped in order to damage them once more up to the point, where the defending garrison had to surrender them. A military career rarely went well with the taste for good things in life.
"I'm honestly as clueless about these wonders as you are", she admitted honest, "Therefore I guess I'll leave it to you to find an interesting place - wheras I can only offer a shuttle flight up to the nearby forests in order to oversee the testing of imperial walkers in exchange."
To some point she was indeed interested, but she could offer the knight only as much as she really knew. Outside the military customs she felt kinda helpless and it bugged her to some extend, given that she was born within an Imperial family on Prakith, thus being normally used to the customs of society - yet, there were rarely opportunities within the Navy to practice them.
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Lucien Needa
The First Order
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May 15, 2019 4:56:18 GMT -8
Post by Lucien Needa on May 15, 2019 4:56:18 GMT -8
Lucien could read the look of slight frustration on Jenia's face; it was a look he was all-too-accustomed seeing. Whether it was in the eyes of a superior officer when one of his battles went horribly wrong, or in the eyes of a commander when a battle began turning against them, most people who had served had seen it at least once. However, this was different. Rather than a look of frustration at someone or something else, this appeared to be a look of frustration with herself. A look of understanding on his face, Lucien stood up, joining Jenia in standing at the edge of the room.
"Well, usually, what I like do to when I don't know about my surroundings is to just take a walk around..."
Gesturing to the door, he continued.
"... perhaps you'd like to join me?"
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