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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 30, 2018 5:27:02 GMT -8
As the Navy troopers were contacted, the pilot looked up more than scared as he was suddenly detected, remaining however frozen in place as he was quickly surrounded by three Imperial Navy Commandos, wheras the rest remained on the bridge. With his hands raised, the young man was lead by the troopers straight towards Colonel Sigil, as he was the next high-ranked officer, the troopers saw.
"We seized this man on the Silencer-section, Colonel - he was not authorized to enter this area of the hangar", the trooper reported diligent, while his comrade removed the helmet of the TIE pilot, revealing the face of a red-haired man, "And he's neither one of the Silencer pilots. That's Gunner Andrew Kaldera from the TIE/sf squadron, if my memory serves me right. We already spotted him taking a way too long pause on the opposite end of the hangar yesterday before his squadron leader told him to move. I guess we know why now."
Kandera sighed, looking already defeated.
"I... yeah, he speaks the truth, that's me", he admitted unnerved, while already fearing the presence of the unknown Chiss colonel, as his red eyes barely made him feel comfortable with the situation at all, "Colonel, you have to believe me that I had no ill intentions when going over there. You really have to understand, that this... magnificence... the elegance of those wings... I only wanted to see one of these star fighters on closer distance, nothing more!"
Without even looking at the young man, the veteran behind the trooper's mask remained hard, as he solely eyed the Colonel.
"Any further orders what to do with him, Colonel?", he solely asked as there was solely duty he saw within his job, just as the First Order expected the majority of their Stormtroopers to act.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2018 5:43:59 GMT -8
Sigil carefully considered. Glancing over at the prison block, he noticed that the cell had been closed. He reversed the footage, looking over it frame by frame. He noticed one man approach the cell, but he shortly afterwards disappeared. Right around the same time the records indicated the door had been opened. He would need to test something. Turning over to the navy troopers, he looked their prisoner up and down. If this man truly was the spy, he would have been much more careful in his approach. The spy was a careful individual. Unless this man was so apt at deception that he had intentionally falsified the fact that he was careless. Sigil stared at him with his deep red eyes. The man before him was naturally terrified by the eyes of the Chiss; they were blood red, looked infinitely deep, and seemed to pierce the soul. In truth. Sigil was looking over him for any of the classic infrared signs of lying. And, as he expected, he saw nothing. The man was simply highly interested in starfighter design. Turning to the navy troopers, he spoke in a cold, almost mechanical voice.
"The standard protocol for such actions is a few hours in the brig. Send him there. Put him in this cell exactly. Tell me when you open the door of the cell."
Giving them the cell number the prisoner had just been moved from, he sent the troopers on his way. He wanted to run an experiment. As the navy troopers took him away, the Chiss brought up security cameras from the prison block, and began monitoring the one cell. As the navy troopers approached, he intently watched the cameras. As soon as the door was opened, Sigil received a communication from his communicator.
Sir, we have opened the door of the cell.
"Very good, trooper. Put him in and return to your stations immediately."
As they did, he ordered a group of eight navy troopers to move into position. It was very likely that this was a diversion. Getting on comms with the deck officer, he quickly spoke.
"Deck officer, lock down all fighters immediately. Starting with the SFs, then the silencers, then the standard TIEs. I want all fighters locked down.[
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 30, 2018 6:02:29 GMT -8
On the bridge Jenia immidiately recieved word from the hangar section, that a Colonel requested the shutdown of all stationed TIE's within the hangar of the Banshee. Apparently they seemed to be uncertain whether they should do as he commanded.
"Proceed by doing so, the Colonel has my authority unless I state otherwise", she replied solely, earning thus a confused look of Captain Thax, who stood next to her. Obviously she realized as Jenia's eldest friend that something was going on which she wasn't aware about.
Apologizing the Rear Admiral looked towards her, being so far confident.
Don't worry, Captain, I mean what I say, she merely said to her silently, once she got back to the routine buiseness, thus calming her most trusted officer slightly.
And I hope so as well - this bloody Chiss better knows what he is doing on my ship, she merely thought merely frustrated, as she hated to neither know what was going on.
Meanwhile Senior Commander Harrol Landa eyed the scenery with suspicion, as he wasn't sure what to think of it. Had he heard right? Lockdown upon all the star fighters?
He tried to memorize whether this was common or not, but was glad that the permission of the Rear Admiral came quickly.
Good. That was always good to hear.
Thus he briefly looked down on his side of the hangar, while watching his subordinates in the command room of Block B to follow the orders from Block A.
Nothing for him to worry for now.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2018 6:19:34 GMT -8
As the fighters were locked down, Sigil prepared for the worst. He had suspected it was the case. There was looped footage being used. Someone had linked up the door control for that specific cell with the camera, in order for it to appear as though nothing was happening. As the fighters were locked down, he suddenly realized something. There had been a strange man hanging around a bank of three TIE/fo fighters. He had noticed it, but was focused on the Silencers and his footage review. Raising his arm up to shield himself, he was glad that he always wore a suit that could shield him from shards of glass. The fighters were next to him. Yelling for his Death Troopers to be ready, he braced himself for what he expected. An explosion tore through the fighters, causing them to disintegrate into bits of metal shrapnel, glass shards, and grayish smoke. The explosion blew out the windows of the observation pod. Glass flew in, and embedded itself in the body armor of Sigil. Prepared for anything, he grabbed his staff from the inside of his cloak just as the door of the observation pod burst open. Two Imperial Sentry Droids broke into the room, sweeping aside the Death Troopers, who were knocked unconscious.
Activating his staff, Sigil rushed forward, smashing one of the droid's faces in. Whoever this spy was, he was good, but didn't account for the fact that he was a master at staff fighting. He smirked. The four, jet black droids in the room didn't stand a chance. Using the destroyed one as leverage, he leaped over the droids into the corridor, much to the surprise of nearby stormtroopers, who assumed he might need help, and opened fire on the droids. However, Sigil took care of the droids just fine. After knocking them against the wall, his Death Troopers stormed out of the observation pod and opened fire, taking out two of the droids, while he took care of the last one. Dodging blaster fire, he destroyed one arm of the droid, who, being large, tanky, and slow to move, was unable to hit him as he spun his staff, the silver color of it flashing under the bright lights of the Star Destroyer. Soldiers looked on, fascinated yet terrified that the Chiss Imperial Security Bureau agent was this good. He moved to the back of the droid and destroyed the controlling chip with one swift strike. Standing in the center of the corridor panting, he dusted off his uniform, took a moment to catch his breath and put his staff away, before rushing back into the observation pod, noticing the firefighters swarming over the remains of the three standard TIEs, and that a single Lambda-Class Shuttle had landed in the bay. Pulling out his communicator, he directly contacted Jenia.
"Admiral Kasalle, who is the Chief of Maintenance aboard?"
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 30, 2018 6:48:12 GMT -8
The answer on the comlink was swift although clearly angered and sharp.
::Senior Commander Barkley, although he overtook the position from Senior Commander Landa last week, as we were in need of a commander for Block B on the harbour command, where Landa volunteered::, a clearly tested Rear Admiral brought out cold, ::And I hope for both you and your crew that none of my men were hurt during this... incident within my hangar bay, once a report is being send to me. The bridge is now in utter chaos and I struggle to calm down the chaos you just caused on the entire ship. Heck, even the Revenant is contacting me now if everything is alright.
Excuse me for a second.::
The Comlink went all of a sudden silent, as Sigil noticed the turmoil within the hangar straight away. All stationed Stormtroopers were instantly acting as if the hangar was under attack, while securing key locations as fast as possible, wheras the firefighter crew did their best to contain the damage caused by the explosion - it wasn't massive but still something, which needed to be fixed from their point of view.
Other than that everyone within the hangar was now acting carefully within their next actions.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2018 7:01:48 GMT -8
Sigil stormed out into the corridor, contacting the Terror Troopers aboard his skiff. They had been waiting for the correct moment to strike.
"Terror Group, form up by me! Troopers one and two, I want you to get to the bridge immedeately, the spy, if it is Landa, is coming for the Rear Admiral. I will go and capture Barkley! MOVE!"
Now was when the well oiled machine of the ISB truly came to life. The two Death Troopers began rushing off towards the bridge, while the Terror Troopers moved quickly through the ship, almost like predatory animals, scaling walls, skittering along ceilings until they reached Sigil, who was striding down the hallway with is escort of troopers. Aboard the Prydwen, anti starfighter and shuttle defenses were prepared, to shoot down any incoming craft. This had escalated to a full scale code red. Storming into the auxiliary bridge, Sigil saw it was empty, save for one man. Barkley. Locking down the door, the Terror Troopers stood around the edge of the room, ready to pounce at any moment. Sigil stood before Barkley, who wore a cocky smirk on his face, and was holding a riot baton.
"Senior Commander Barkley, I am placing you under arrest for high treason against the military forces of the FIrst Order."
Elsewhere, on the bridge, the two Death Troopers entered the room and began telling the Novatroopers in their mechanical speak to be ready for an attack. They also instructed the Security Chief to place everyone who had been aboard the recently-landed Lambda under arrest, and to use lethal force if necessary.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 30, 2018 7:31:50 GMT -8
Being aware that he was found by the ISB officer, the senior commander merely grinned while he made the Baton ready for a fight.
"I don't think so, Colonel - the Galactic Alliance will triumph, one way or another. The informations we gathered are already out of your reach", he said, while dodging already a shot which was fired at him by a loyal stormtrooper, thus making him retreat into the shuttle, "R3, get us out of here! You know the code."
The sound of an astromech somewhere in the back could be heard, while the Lambda-shuttle prepared to lift off, now that the cover was blown. Apparently the officer had linked the Imperial shuttle with the droid in order to autopilot the vessel out of the hangar.
Meanwhile Harrol Landa was sweating like a pig, as he utilized the chaos for his own purposes. Having recieved Barkley's warning that Intel had blown their cover as they found the trap, he was making his way to the command bridge. The Alliance agent had hoped to actually survive this entire trip, but Barkley's orders had been clear: Find the Rear Admiral and kill her before the Chiss would get them.
It was already routine for the senior commander, as he had utilized Block B during the time they were here quite well. With Barkley and him having worked in the Systems controll section, it had always easy to keep an eye on the activity on board, as they were always able to manipulate things. It also helped that most lazy officers were sent to their positions, while though Barkley had feared few days ago, that the Nautolan officer was probably able to blow their cover, as the eyes of the Rear Admiral rested upon him.
Landa hated that woman, as she was way too capable for an Imperial officer. Her records in foiling the Resistance's actions were marvelous as she was a merciless predator. Hard to corrupt and unlikely to persuade for joining up with the Alliance, as she was as loyal to the First Order as he and Barkley were to the Alliance.
He hurried up, while being so far glad that he was able to arrange something nasty for the woman he despiced.
With Barkley having caught all the attention upon him, he would plan his next move.
As he went along, he pressed a button on his uniform, which in truth would send a signal to another of Barkley's contraptions.
The EMP pulse which suddenly damaged the door sections behind him, as he had already passed the crew quarters, would block the only way, which lead up to the bridge, thus locking out any potential persuers. Until the crew members around him would realize that the shutdown door was manipulated, it would be too late.
Thus he continiued his way, reaching already the turbolift, he needed. With a readied blaster on his belt, he went up the way now, hoping that the plan for the endgame on the Banshee would succeed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2018 9:04:17 GMT -8
Wasting no time, he leaped aboard the shuttle. At the same time, he was shouting commands to everyone in the hangar to hear. He outranked them. and was clearly trying to save the ship, and its crew, so they listened to him.
"Troopers, order the Prydwen to not fire on this shuttle. Use my personal code! Get to the communications officer, he has to jam all non-Imperial frequencies. And lock down the reactor, there are most likely charges planted there!"
As the boarding ramp of the shuttle closed up, he kicked down the door that divided the boarding area from the shuttle bay itself. And there he was. Senior Commander Barkley. Ready to attack him with his baton. Puling his retracted staff out from the inside of his cloak, he twirled it before activating it, meant to show Barkley he was no amateur. The silver color contrasted against the dark walls of the shuttle. Barkley charged him. Parrying the descending riot baton with his staff, he spun the thing, twisting Barkley's wrist as the magnetic locks on the baton remained clamped, twisting his hand in all manner of positions. As he continued to inflict pain on the man, he spoke in a low manner.
"Surrender, Senior Commander, and I won't kill you."
On the bridge of the Banshee, the Death Troopers prepared their rifles to fire at the door if someone came through.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 30, 2018 9:41:47 GMT -8
The rebell agent merely laughed into the face of the Chiss, while the Lambda-shuttle began to slowly leave the hangar, the controlls for shutdown not reacting, as the droid overwrote them with the codes, Landa utilized to bypass security measures.
"What are you, a Jedi?", Barkley merely mocked the Intel agent, while he tried to fight back his enemy as best as he was able to in his disadvantaged position, "We will both die here, as the co-ordinates are set and the droid will activate its self-destruction sequence, once the chances of getting out diminish. Which will be the case right now, as your Rear Admiral sadly is too damn smart."
Within a sudden move the tractor beam of the Banshee caught the shuttle, while pulling it slowly back into the hangar by sheer brute force.
Somewhere in the cockpit area, a timer could be heard.
"Better kill me right now - just one minute left for defusing", Barkley cackled evily, while he mobilized his last strength in order to overcome the grip of the Chiss in front of him.
Landa waited within the lift, as it suddenly came to a stop. Irritated he looked up, as he didn't order it to do so.
Manually trying to bridge it, he nervously typed in the code.
:: ERR0R ::
He began to sweat even more. How was that possible? Barkley had the code installed within the database earlier on and it was definitly
a fresh one. It had to work! Unless...
"Has the rat forgotten to take its cheese before leaving the sinking ship?", suddenly the voice of Jenia Kasalle could be heard behind Landa as the turbo lift doors opened manually and two Nova troopers pointed their rifle straight at Landa's bald head, "If you think that the Colonel was the only person to investigate things in the background, then you are wrong.
Lieutenant Tosko has found during Barkley's free time some errors within the Banshee's systems and decided to adress the problem directly to me and Captain Thax. Your ploy to manipulate the tractor beam, so that the shuttle can escape with your partner has been foiled.
And when Ensign Meldred told me, that you have left your station for unexplained reasons, it wasn't hard to guess your route, Senior Commander. Or should I rather say, Alliance agent?"
Before Landa could decide whether he should sacrifice himself in at least the attempt to kill the Rear Admiral, he was disarmed by the second trooper already. Being now out of weapons and stuck on the Systems controll section, he silently was waiting for two Stormtroopers to accompany him to his cells in the detention area, as the Nautolan officer Gill Tosko manually restored the energy to the turbolift system.
Kasalle informed the two present Deathtroopers on the bridge, that their task was done, as harm upon the rest of the crew was avoided.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2018 10:28:37 GMT -8
Sigil did not want to kill him, for Intel could have... further uses for the man. He sighed. Clearly this man did not know how to fight and close range very well. Rotating the staff fully, he could hear the other man's cries of pain as he felt his bone, muscle, and ligaments snapping. Blood poured out of his arm. By manipulating the baton just so, Sigil had snapped the man's hand off. Letting go of the baton, he spun his staff and smashed Barkley's head in. It wouldn't kill him, but it would leave him out cold for a few hours. As the shuttle docked with the Banshee, the Colonel ran into the cockpit, shouting commands over the intercom system.
"Attention everyone. Disregard the shuttle. The reactor of the ship is set to explode, send troops to search for the explosives."
Looking over the bomb, he almost laughed at the two men's stupidity. They were using Imperial explosives. The override code had probably been changed, but there was a back way. Imperial explosives had an override code that only members of the Bureau could utilize. Speaking into the device, he gave the ISB number. It shut down. Turning back to the passenger bay, he saw that the Senior Commander was still slipping in and out of consciousness. The last thing he would have seen were the terrifying faces of the Terror Troopers before he finally fell unconscious. Sigil strode out of the shuttle, followed by the Terror Troopers dragging the unconscious Barkley. The troopers put the man aboard the skiff, and waited on board, while Sigil made his way up to the bridge to speak with Jenia.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 30, 2018 11:12:42 GMT -8
On their way, the troopers would as well deliver the former Senior Commander Landa towards the shuttle, once safety on board of the Banshee was ensured and buiseness returned to regular routine.
The Rear Admiral herself was present on the bridge again, as she was discussing with Captain Thax about the damage report, eventually forcing the fleet to remain for a longer stay at Kuat than originally expected. Once Sigil entered the bridge, she nodded respectful into his direction, looking so far slightly pleased, even though she hid her feelings as best as she could from her crew.
Agent Landa is on his way towards your shuttle already, disarmed and stripped of the uniform he tainted for far too long, she replied in a neutral tone as usual, "And given the reports, you did take care of my former systems commander as well - Lieutenant Tosko, our Nautolan officer, was quick enough to foil most of his shemes within Barkley's absence. His counterwork on the agent's installations allowed us to prevent a reactor meltdown and the disableing of several EMPs before they would have shut down the important systems, thus catching Harrol Landa unprepared as he was already on the job to cause more chaos on the bridge. Right now the Controll center is restoring the controlls in Block B on the hangar, while we're already on the job of exchanging the codes and passwords.
More damage would have been caused without my officer's intervention, but the Deathtroopers would have taken care of him anyways.
It seems like the crew and I owe you and the Imperial Intelligence our lifes."
Jenia definitly spoke honest within her gratitude, as the damage report was, despite her being frustrated about it, on a minimum as no lifes of her crew members were endangered and both Galactic Alliance agents had been imprisoned.
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on Aug 30, 2018 13:38:14 GMT -8
As Caldwell and the squad left the meeting room, they would take only a few minutes through the ship before they would reach the hangar gates once more. One of the stationed Navy troopers, the so-called Imperial Navy Commandos, was present at the hangar gates, greeting the pilot squad solely with a salute before letting them pass through the gates. It was notable, that the Victory-II-cruisers under Jenia featured many of these security troops, known to serve as an elite task force upon Imperial Star Destroyers in the past. If anyone ever would dare to break into one of these, he would certainly have a hard time. Nontheless the majority of present troops still remained to be Stormtroopers, as the small Star Destroyers could also be utilized efficently for a direct planet assault.
After some time, the squad would eventually arrive at its main destination, where the TIE Silencers were hanging from the hangar's ceiling, ready to being utilized. The area around these fighters was guarded by another squad of Imperial Navy Commandos, who patrolled the bridge way, leading up to the Silencers.
Although looking at first questioning with readied weapons towards the small group of pilots, a quick ComLink call seemed to have occured, as the First Order Captain, leading the squad seemingly relaxed and only moved his hand to silently show his men, that everything was in order.
"Man, they're taking this whole security stuff quite serious", Lar Telko, who was the Zabrak member of the squad, joked when they passed the guard, "Reasonable though when eyeing these babies. I mean... wow..."
The gaze of the squad turned now towards their fighters, which surpassed every previous image or description of them, when being inspected by close-up.
Looking designwise more like one of the Vulture-Droids from the old times of the Clone Wars, the aero-dynamic shape of the TIE Silencer, also known as the TIE/vn superiority fighter, nearly lead to the belief of it being more fragile, while quite the opposite was the case. With it's black hull and its flat design, it lurked there in the hangar bay like a predator, waiting for an animal to catch. The wings slightly reflected the hangar light while it gave nontheless the Silencer a threatening appearence due to its dark design.
Although smaller, the pilots knew from the reports that the sides of the TIE Silencer featured improved solar collector arrays, which allowed them to utilize energy absorption of a TIE in the best way possible. As most of the power cell spokes from previous TIE models were replaced by a next generation array, most of it was covered by a strong hull in order to make the Silencer more durable while enhancing the runs for trunk lines and converter coils at the same time. Instead of a regular ventral turret the most noticable change was the relocation of the heavy cannons and missiles to the wing sides of the TIE, thus granting the pilots not only superior targeting, but as well a wider field of fire.
The cabin access hatch was located atop of the TIE as usual, thus being easy to access, when the TIE is located within the hangar of an Imperial Star Destroyer.
Overall it was an impressive sight.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 30, 2018 15:08:51 GMT -8
Kuat's Open Space. TIE Silencer Training Run.Seated in the cockpit of the Silencer, dressed in his pilot's gear. Tuned into the team's chatter, his ship sat at a distance, observing them. It was an impressive ship. Sleek, powerful and hella fast. Faster than anything he had ever flown before. Which took some getting use to. All in all, they were doing well.Roslynt, tighten up on your wingman. Greylin, keep your eye on the target. Coveas, make 'em work for it!Right now, they were just running drills, ensuring they all got a feel for the new fighter. So far, aside from a few expected flaws in their overall technique, they had adjusted quickly to the new Silencers. Not surprising, given they were the best the Academy had to offer. As Roslynt, Greylin and Coveas finished up their practice run, Caldwell signaled the next three.Loone, Tarth, your up. Skalida, you are the target. Team A, pull back to safe distance and observe. Team B, you have the green light. Proceed with the drill on my mark. Three...two...one. Mark!As the first three Silencers cleared the zone, the next three engaged in the maneuver. Oblivious to the going-ons aboard the Banshee, Caldwell and his team were still running drills, though the appearance of a Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer did raise some eyebrows. But his people were disciplined enough to ignore it for the time being. Knowing they needed to shake things up, he commed his unofficial second.Telko. Drop in being 'em. Team B, you've got a bogey on your six. Look sharp!Live fire was not needed for these training exercises, but the Silencer, just as any other Imperial Fightercraft, was equipped with training lasers. They were harmless beams of light designed to temporarily disable control of the targeted ship when hit, and tally hits. Watching Team B react to Telko dropping in, Caldwell had a good feeling about this group. They were all exceptionally trained and skilled in a cockpit. And being appointed to these new Silencers was proving that. Hopefully the Rear Admiral was watching, as ultimately it was her decision to utilize them or not.
Seemingly playful she watched as minor training dog fights unfolded, checking it both from the window side as well as on the radar, where the Silencers could be seen from time to time as small dots flying here and there. The aiming qualities of the pilots were so far without any complaints, while they executed maneuvers in marvelous ways, which were simply effective for combat while probably useful when they had an X-Wing squadron on their tail.
After some time of watching and having finished her coffee, the Rear Admiral would eventually stand up in order to test the skills of the Banshee-Squadron members.
::Test. Test. Rear Admiral Kasalle on line. Can you hear me, Banshee squadron?::
The Comlink channel towards each member of the Banshee-Squadron was opened, as Kasalle was testing first of all the most major important tool within all her planning. Without proper communications nothing worked within the Imperial fleet and the starfighters were no exception. Usually she assigned Senior Commanders or Captains to give orders to single squadrons, as it allowed her to navigate the TIE wings more easily across the battlefield - yet the Banshee Squadron seemed to valuable to her for leaving them to a minor officer.
Thus ensuring that the communications worked in space as well was her greatest concern for now.
A single ::On line!:: or ::Roger!:: could be heard from all the Silencer pilots, thus leaving Jenia pleased with the result of this test. Now she had enough time to explain more important lessons towards the pilots in order to ensure that there would be no problems.
::Good, then the toughest test has already been passed if the communications work properly::, she replied jokingly, while moving on with further explanations, ::Now that you can hear me, we will talk about basic communication on board with the squadrons and vice versa. Most you might already memorize from the academy, but given the ammount of command structures and the always given possibility of our enemies hacking into our communication systems, we will nontheless do it just to make sure, that you can understand my commands, while any outsider can't.
I probably don't need to explain where the bridge of a Victory II Star Destroyer is located, so I will move on straight away with a system, you might already be familiar with as the clock-system. Basically we'll treat Star Destroyers like a clock, which is pointing directly at the 12 in order to reflect directions rather than North-East-South-West as those don't exist in space.
Regulary we will use the flagship as said clock in order to give you an obvious focal point. If I give for example the order to move towards '12 o'clock', it will always mean the area around the tip of the Star Destroyer. '3'o clock' will naturally refer to the right side of the flagship, while 6'o clock means logically the bridge area or rather the rear of it. And so on, you get the idea.
Utilizing our ships as focal points will make it also easier for you to find enemies quicker, as you won't have to check the radar for it. A fast 'X-Wings on 7 o' clock immidiately gives you the idea where to exactly search. You know our ships, while the enemy will have trouble at doing so.
Sometimes we will exchange the clock though in order to make our patterns for the enemy side even more confusing. That means, that we sometimes change the clock by assigning the role to a new cruiser.
'Revenant 3'o clock' will mean for example that your target position is located on the right flank of the Revenant.
The enemy won't know the names of our ships as well as we do - thus they figure it probably out when it is already too late and the clock was moved another time, depending on the situation and how precise my orders have to be.
So far understood?
If so, Team A requested on Specter'8 o'clock', Team B on Wisp '5 o'clock'.::
Eventually she had to smile for a short second, as it might or might not confuse the professionals at first, but she had no doubt that she would be able to establish this major command to her pilots. From statistics she made it definitly improved the mobility of the TIE wings under her command by a lot, as the pilots could focus more on the actual field of view than searching on a radar for a potential swarm of enemy star fighters. A good communication between bridge and pilot saved not only the lifes of star fighter pilots, but as well the ones on board of the capital ships as well.
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on Sept 12, 2018 22:01:42 GMT -8
Still seated within the cockpit of the Silencer, Caldwell listened to the Rear Admiral as she spoke. Nodding absently, he replied.
Understood, sir.
As the rest of the team continued with their drill, Caldwell continued to take note on their performance. So far, they were doing well. Some of the maneuvers were a bit slower than he'd like them to be, but given the raw power the Silencer possessed, it made more sense to take things slow, rather than proceed too quickly and risk an accident. So far, so good. He was eager in actually engaging the enemy at some point, but for now, the practice drills were enough to keep him satisfied.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Sept 13, 2018 2:31:45 GMT -8
Kasalle noted more than pleased, that the squadron was doing well on their terms of training, emphasizing the commands, the Rear Admiral had prepared for them as well. Eventually she would also explain the distances within the clock system, where "close" meant that the starfighter's target point was in immidiate range of the clock center, "short-ranged" that it would be in slight distance towards the ship, "medium-ranged" that it would be further away, and "long-ranged" even further. As usual these code words were merely used in order for the Rear Admiral and her crew to coordinate TIE wings and squadrons in order to safe time, which was valuable in the middle of a battle.
Jenia felt to some point that her explanations could be tiresome, but she still trusted in her abilities, as implementing these commands had efficently shortened the command chain without making it too complicated for the crew.
'X-Wings on 6'o clock, short-ranged.' was in the end more fluent to speak than "We have some X-Wings on the Banshee's rear.", while giving the star fighter pilots straight an idea where to roughly search, if they knew the system. And saving time with words could save lifes in battle as well while allowing more complex command chains as well.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 19, 2019 10:32:46 GMT -8
Krzesimir Viggo Shel Hu Lucien Needa Kuat, a glimmering possession of the First Order, a former capital of a Galactic Empire before and now one of the greatest fortress worlds of the resurgent Empire. It had a number of purposes these days; a place to train naval officers, its vital shipyards providing warships to the Imperial Navy and repairs to a number of other vessels. Today was a rather special occasion as a number of personnel were being elevated and promoted to new ranks within the Imperial nation. Among them being Admiral Shel Hu who was being promoted to Fleet Admiral as she was rejoining the Empire, Lucien Needa, son of the Grand Admiral, who was to be made an Imperial Knight this day, and a certain Krzesimir Viggo to be a ranking Imperial Officer.
Where this all was to happen was upon the newly constructed flagship of the First Order, replacing the old Assertor-class Dreadnought, Ad Gloriam... the modified Executor-class Star Dreadnought, Ars Moriendi. For the first time in many years, an Executor-class Star Dreadnought existed within the stars of the galaxy. A triumph of the First Order's engineering, military prowess, and vast resources.
The Dreadnought had entered Kuat space in the past couple days, arriving ahead of its scheduled arrival. With it came a gathering of four Resurgent-class Battlecruisers that acted as the gargantuan warships escorts and additional firepower. With it arriving ahead of schedule, Imperial High Command was allowed time, ahead of the ceremony, to inspect the vessel and to see why this was noted as a modified version of the standard Executor-class. The Emperor arrived the next day on a shuttle, taking command of the fleet which had been led by his trusted commander, Julian Arcavius. Suzerain Squadron, as the formation was called, was the most powerful flotilla within the Imperial Navy and, perhaps, the galaxy.====================================== The following day, Stormtroopers and Imperial Knights were arrayed within the vast hangar bay of the Executor Dreadnought. The Emperor, dressed in a more formal officer's uniform, stood with the Field Marshal Baltasar Delvardus, Grandmaster Faina Delvardus , the Grand Admirals Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] and Garrick Needa , Director of the Imp Intel Merrik Piett and other noted members of Imperial High Command. It was a crowning moment for many who gathered to receive due promotions and elevations, working diligently to gain this recognition and status within their respective branches. Nicademus quietly went down from person to person, handing them their badges of promotion, the Field Marshal stating their name and elevation, before each got a handshake and salute from the Emperor who thanked them for their services. Eventually, Lucien Needa's turn came.=Baltasar Delvardus= Lucien Needa. Elevated today to the rank of Imperial Knight.Nicademus gave him his badge of recognition before shaking hands with the young man, welcoming him to the Imperial Knights and looking forward to his future services to the Empire. Next came Shel Hu.=Baltasar Delvardus= Shel Hu. Promoted from the rank of Admiral to the rank of Fleet Admiral for the Imperial Navy.Once more, Nicademus shook her hand after giving her her rank insignias. He thanked her for her services to the Old Empire and hoped that she would continue to show the very same diligence to the Empire she served today. From there came Krzesimir Viggo.=Baltasar Delvardus= Krzesimir Viggo. Hereby elevated to the Imperial Officer Corps.The Emperor hands him his rank insignias, shaking the man's hand and thanking him for his services to the Empire. Nicademus was happy to see the end of the line though. He never really liked these ceremonies and their length, but it was necessary to recognize talent and service within the Empire.
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Post by Shel Hu on May 20, 2019 10:34:53 GMT -8
Being almost a foot shorter than the Emperor, let alone the others on parade with her, would no doubt make some whisper. "Is she strong enough to be a fleet admiral?" "She isn't even fully human!" But none would dare say such things out load. Graciously, Shel accepted her promotion, giving a low bow to her new leader. During the reception she would meet with some of the only people she could call friends, General Gloria Scortino and Chief Navigation Officer Orren Blant.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on May 20, 2019 21:08:23 GMT -8
Viggo was in awe, He'd been promoted before, but never had the honor of being handed his new stripes by the Emperor himself! It was perhaps the greatest day of his life. He managed to maintain a professional demeanor throughout his promotion, mostly because he sensed a hint of impatience from the Emperor as he moved down the line. He was looking forward to his new command, though he hadn't received his orders just yet. He knew he couldn't stay on his old ship, his current captain was an outstanding officer with a little less than a decade to go before retirement with full marks. He'd miss his old crew, but was also eagerly awaiting his new vessel. He was dimly aware of the others receiving awards, including the dwarf of a fleet admiral Shel Hu standing beside him. He tried his best to not look down at her, since she was a superior officer, and offending a superior was the fastest track to a dead end career. Lucien Needa... the family name was well known of course, but Lucien was a stranger to Viggo. A member of the Imperial Knights, a very prestigious group indeed. Viggo hoped that some of the good fortune of his fellow promotees would rub off on him before the night was over.
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Post by Garrick Needa on May 22, 2019 15:14:00 GMT -8
Garrick stood behind the Emperor with a stoic face, applauding for the recently promoted candidates, looking them over extremely carefully, scrutinizing them for any sign of weakness. Even though he was a Grand Admiral and Moff, and had other duties to attend to, he would always insist on details such as this. If someone was being promoted by the Emperor, they had better have earned it. Casting an eye on his son, he could tell that Lucien was still a bit in awe over everything that had happened as of late. An understandable sentiment, as he too would likely need some time to adjust after having been told that his entire life was a lie. However, neither that nor his status as the Grand Admiral's son would protect him from doing his duty as was ascribed by the Code of the Imperial Knights. Many before him had fallen prey to nepotistic tendencies, and Garrick would be certain to not end up joining that list. However, he could tell that Lucien was still searching for something and that something was likely a past history that the admiral did not want to dig up again. He had placed that part of his life behind him and revisiting it was not going to help his general sentiments. He was still proud, though, that one of his children had attained such a position within an organization as prestigious as the Empire, and he would allow Lucien some time to celebrate this promotion, as was well deserved.
Looking slightly to his son's left, his eyes fell upon Shel Hu. Evidently, she was a woman of many colors. He had never heard of her name before, yet here she was, being promoted to Fleet Admiral. Not something that was likely, as Garrick made sure to keep careful watch over the officer corps for anyone who seemed particularly promising. In addition, there was something off about her, something that the grand admiral could not place. A dark presence of some sort. And he disliked that fact. It was similar to the sensation he would feel around Emperor Palpatine following his transition to power as an Emperor, and it was not something he was comfortable with. Either she was also a Force user, or she had some sort of connection to one of Palpatine's secret projects. Possibly relating to the Chiss Thrawn. He would have to make some time to speak with her about it and determine the origins of this mystery woman.
This was in sharp contrast to Krzesimir Viggo, whose presence he had been well aware of for some time. A rising star in the Imperial Navy, Viggo had made quite an impression on both the men that served under him and the men who commanded him for being ambitious, as well as taking initiative. Earning the respect of both parties was not an easy thing, and it would certainly take devotion as well as legitimate skill, which only furthered Viggo's image in Needa's eyes. In addition, as a Kuati, there was certainly some Imperial prestige his family had, which made it all the more pressing for him to succeed. The recently promoted commodore showed a lot of promise, and Garrick had made sure to take note of that fact, as he did with Jenia during the Battle of Mon Cala. This would also have to be someone he would talk to during the evening's reception.
========That Evening========
The Gala was, as Garrick could have expected, something that he would have enjoyed in his youth, but now seemed to be a frightfully uncouth waste of time for a military organization such as this one. However, it did give him a chance to meet with some of the recently promoted individuals. And so, pouring himself a glass of whiskey, he set off into the crowd to find at least one of the three people, in order to hopefully gain a better judge of their character.
After a few minutes with no success, Needa eventually stumbled upon Viggo, talking with some other officers, who were congratulating him on his recent promotion. Not wishing to intrude on their conversation, the older man stood back while the congratulations were passed around, waiting for a chance to speak.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on May 22, 2019 16:26:17 GMT -8
/\\/\//\ During the Gala /\\/\//\
Viggo was surrounded by many colleagues, friends and CO's that had worked with him since his graduation from the Naval Academy. He was pleased so many could make it, and was quick to point out that he had only come this far because of their efforts and guidance. It was as the conversation fell towards a natural and comradely lull that Commodore Viggo noticed the Grand Admiral Needa loitering nearby. He quickly extricated himself and approached the man with the natural confidence of a man who has survived under fire.
"Good evening sir, congratulations on your son's achievement. I've heard many good things about the Imperial Knights, though I've not had the pleasure of working with them myself. It is an honor to finally meet you sir."
The newly minted Commodore's words came a quickly, and Viggo only just managed to keep himself from swallowing his foot whole. He aspired to one day be as well revered as the Grand Admiral. A lofty goal to be sure, but he was willing to put in the hard work to make it happen. He certainly hadn't gotten this far on anyone's coattails. His family had only barely been able to secure his entry into the academy, everything else he had given blood, sweat and toil to get. He only hoped that he would be able to continue to find competent CO's with his new command. He'd been lucky so far, or maybe someone had been watching his career and helped it along the right track...
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