Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 19:21:11 GMT -8
Several Days After Current Orbital Events...
It was the silent solace of the void that caused him to enlist within the ranks of the Navy. Up here, away from the disorganized hustle and bustle of ground bound city life, the Captain would be able to live out the rest of his days in a relative and orderly fashion. This momentary peace would be nothing more than sparsely cherished time between combative theatres, as with the Emperor’s dream of power sought to encompass the entire Galaxy. This meant that he and his oldest friend would be found upon the myriad of alien worlds about the Universe, spreading the Imperial Truth with whatever means they had at their disposal. While the Colonel would be ensuring that the Godless Savages of the Universe were illuminated to the distinctly Human truth that the Imperium would bring. Though the Emperor herself would deny any and all xenophobic actions within her armed forces, thus bringing the Empire into compliance with the ideals of the Republic, there was a subtle hint of such hatreds that could never be erased. The Captain, on the other hand, had foreseen his life to be forever bound to that of the Emperors. Becoming the Captain of her personal warship and the flagship of the Imperial Armada, was the greatest honour any man could ever ask for. However, it was the harmful side effects that that Logan felt sickened with. His tactical acumen and various successes during the final moments of the Second Mandalorian Crusade, had cemented his seat aboard the Black Caisson, much to the Executive Officer’s dismay. However as time had progressed ever further, and he was paraded about before potential allies, the Captain began dreaming of the day when he would finally be able to put his skills to the test. Instead of being able to chase after the dreams that had been recurring every night, Logan was forced to sit idly by and watch the world below him spin lazily upon its axis. If such events were to continue well into the future, the Captain knew that he would become soft – in both body and mind, forever bereft of the whetstone war had become.
However, it seemed that such a future would not grip him tight just yet, as his personal terminal had notified him of an imminent and encrypted transmission. Withdrawing one of the code cylinders from his breast pocket to approve the safeguarded connection, Captain Aximand took his seat and awaited the secured Handshake to be established. Almost instantly after his uniformed ass had met with the padded comfort of his chair, the terminal’s screen blinked to life, revealing the face of the person whom sought to initiate this discrete communique. On the display before him, Logan had found and old acquaintance he had not seen since the Ending of the Mandalorian Crusade and the recent actions with the Lord Savage several days ago. Vice-Melusar’s flesh spare face stared back at the Captain with pleasant smile tugging at the edges of his age worn mouth.
:: Captain Aximand, tis a pleasure to see that you’re still residing within the land of the living. ::
“Vice Admiral,” Aximand replied, his voice tainted with the faintest tremors of surprise, “I’m surprised you called. What can I do for you, Sir?” It seemed as of late, that High Command had only called upon him when there was work to be done – and that was when they decided to establish a line of communication. He didn’t mind doing whatever it was they would ask of him, but if it was to update him upon the new rankings of enlisted personnel and the Imperial’s newest acquisitions then he wanted none of it.
:: Logan, I’m going to be as brief as possible, as I know how much you like getting to the heart of the matter, rather than dancing about to put on a good show. :: The aged officer paused for a moment, as he adjusted his Uniform’s collar. Logan could tell through that act alone, that the old man had been inactive for far too long and his uniform was starting to get tight within places it shouldn’t. Harkening back to his earlier thoughts of treasured complacency, Logan felt an odd portent of prophecy trickle through his thoughts. Would he turn out to be exactly like the Vice-Admiral, or would he finally have the chance to die upon the anvil of war – taking pleasure in the knowledge that he fell during the course of battle and earning himself an honourable death. Those were questions that he was afraid would never be answered in his lifetime, as with the influx of shadowed organizations and covert operations – the Captain believed that he would be forced down the path that the great Grand Admiral Thrawn had been placed upon. :: There have been some troubling reports regarding the Compliance and Militarization of the former Imperial Remnant worlds. The Major and your friend, the Colonel have sent forth some very disturbing statistical projections that predict an impending Rebellion against the Emperor’s rightful rule. High Command wants you to assemble a taskforce of capable Pilots and Captains, which we will be sending into the depths of the Core Worlds to quell this insurrection before its fire spreads. ::
“I understand, Vice-Admiral. The Black Caisson sha-“
:: Hold-on, Captain. The Black Caisson is the Emperor’s Flagship, m’boy. She will remain berthed at Kuat should her majesty require its services. ::
Logan was confused by the words his Superior Officer had chosen to say. The ship he was assigned to was meant to remain in High Anchor above the Throne World, but he was tasked with doing the administrative work regarding the creation of an expeditionary fleet? Were they simply using whatever assets they had on hand to fulfill the gap created by the newly instated Grand Admiral, or were they simply not interested in taking responsibility for their own duties? However, the warm tone in which the old man had spoken revealed a whole new line of thought for the Captain. Could it be that his secret dreams were about to come true? Could this mean that he was finally about to be reassigned to his own warship that did not come with the baggage of bearing the Emperor’s personal sigil? Like before, though now with a more optimistic flavour, his answers would come in time.
“I don’t understand, Sir, Am I to be part of the assemblage then?”
The Old man nodded curtly.
:: You’ll be leading the fleet personally, son. Admiral Monet would usually handle such things as this, but since I was free and willing to bear the good news – Captain Aximand. You are hereby promoted to the rank of Systems Admiral, or Commodore if you’d prefer. You will be reassigned to the Command ship of Second Imperial Expeditionary Fleet, a newer model Pelllaeon- Class Star Destroyer; designate ‘Conqueror’. The vessel is the first of its class to be produced in recent years, thus is comes with the best trimmings that the Drive Yards could provide. Consider it a thank you gift from the Kuat family and the people that were saved by your actions during the final moments of that bastard H’rel’s Jihad. :: He paused for a moment to readjust his collar once more, before lifting a dataslate from what Logan had assumed was his desk. :: Comprising the rest of the Second Fleet and joining you aboard the Conqueror, will be four similar Pellaeon – Class Star Destroyers along with Ten Ardent – Class Fast Frigates acting as each Destroyer’s escort. All vessels will be outfitted with their full complement of Predator Starfighters and Neutralizer Bombers with the pilots of your chosing, and several companies of Imperial Marines to safeguard your vessels should they be boarded. Your warships will be tasked with ferrying the Fourth Legion into the fight, along with all of Colonel Raith’s additional armaments and mechanized support. He seems to fancy the large guns, that one. So hopefully both of your desires are sated by the additional firepower sported by the Conqueror. The Head of the Kuat family had personally seen fit to modify your newest commission, son. She added nearly two dozen sustained cannons to the ventral surface, which in feeding off the power from one of the many secondary reactors, would provide enough firepower for you to spear through the heart of any unshielded enemy vessel with little resistance. A rare accolade from a business woman, wouldn’t you say? ::
“Y-yes it is, Sir.” Logan stammered, the earlier emotive response taking full control of his nervous system; sending him into a state of disbelief. “I’m honoured by both the Kuat and the Admiral for the gracious gifts.”
:: As you should be, boy. With the reorganization of the Armada underneath the Grand Admiral, the tactical acumen you’ve showcased at Kuat and its subsequent cleansing are finally being rewarded with something a bit more substantial than praise and a pair of laurels. I know you’ll do the Navy proud, son. However, there is one last thing I’d like to request of you… Commodore. I want you to return from this insurrection alive, eh? I’d like to inspect the Conqueror before I retire. ::
“In this World or the Next, Vice-Admiral, you’ll get to see her – I promise...”
It was the silent solace of the void that caused him to enlist within the ranks of the Navy. Up here, away from the disorganized hustle and bustle of ground bound city life, the Captain would be able to live out the rest of his days in a relative and orderly fashion. This momentary peace would be nothing more than sparsely cherished time between combative theatres, as with the Emperor’s dream of power sought to encompass the entire Galaxy. This meant that he and his oldest friend would be found upon the myriad of alien worlds about the Universe, spreading the Imperial Truth with whatever means they had at their disposal. While the Colonel would be ensuring that the Godless Savages of the Universe were illuminated to the distinctly Human truth that the Imperium would bring. Though the Emperor herself would deny any and all xenophobic actions within her armed forces, thus bringing the Empire into compliance with the ideals of the Republic, there was a subtle hint of such hatreds that could never be erased. The Captain, on the other hand, had foreseen his life to be forever bound to that of the Emperors. Becoming the Captain of her personal warship and the flagship of the Imperial Armada, was the greatest honour any man could ever ask for. However, it was the harmful side effects that that Logan felt sickened with. His tactical acumen and various successes during the final moments of the Second Mandalorian Crusade, had cemented his seat aboard the Black Caisson, much to the Executive Officer’s dismay. However as time had progressed ever further, and he was paraded about before potential allies, the Captain began dreaming of the day when he would finally be able to put his skills to the test. Instead of being able to chase after the dreams that had been recurring every night, Logan was forced to sit idly by and watch the world below him spin lazily upon its axis. If such events were to continue well into the future, the Captain knew that he would become soft – in both body and mind, forever bereft of the whetstone war had become.
However, it seemed that such a future would not grip him tight just yet, as his personal terminal had notified him of an imminent and encrypted transmission. Withdrawing one of the code cylinders from his breast pocket to approve the safeguarded connection, Captain Aximand took his seat and awaited the secured Handshake to be established. Almost instantly after his uniformed ass had met with the padded comfort of his chair, the terminal’s screen blinked to life, revealing the face of the person whom sought to initiate this discrete communique. On the display before him, Logan had found and old acquaintance he had not seen since the Ending of the Mandalorian Crusade and the recent actions with the Lord Savage several days ago. Vice-Melusar’s flesh spare face stared back at the Captain with pleasant smile tugging at the edges of his age worn mouth.
:: Captain Aximand, tis a pleasure to see that you’re still residing within the land of the living. ::
“Vice Admiral,” Aximand replied, his voice tainted with the faintest tremors of surprise, “I’m surprised you called. What can I do for you, Sir?” It seemed as of late, that High Command had only called upon him when there was work to be done – and that was when they decided to establish a line of communication. He didn’t mind doing whatever it was they would ask of him, but if it was to update him upon the new rankings of enlisted personnel and the Imperial’s newest acquisitions then he wanted none of it.
:: Logan, I’m going to be as brief as possible, as I know how much you like getting to the heart of the matter, rather than dancing about to put on a good show. :: The aged officer paused for a moment, as he adjusted his Uniform’s collar. Logan could tell through that act alone, that the old man had been inactive for far too long and his uniform was starting to get tight within places it shouldn’t. Harkening back to his earlier thoughts of treasured complacency, Logan felt an odd portent of prophecy trickle through his thoughts. Would he turn out to be exactly like the Vice-Admiral, or would he finally have the chance to die upon the anvil of war – taking pleasure in the knowledge that he fell during the course of battle and earning himself an honourable death. Those were questions that he was afraid would never be answered in his lifetime, as with the influx of shadowed organizations and covert operations – the Captain believed that he would be forced down the path that the great Grand Admiral Thrawn had been placed upon. :: There have been some troubling reports regarding the Compliance and Militarization of the former Imperial Remnant worlds. The Major and your friend, the Colonel have sent forth some very disturbing statistical projections that predict an impending Rebellion against the Emperor’s rightful rule. High Command wants you to assemble a taskforce of capable Pilots and Captains, which we will be sending into the depths of the Core Worlds to quell this insurrection before its fire spreads. ::
“I understand, Vice-Admiral. The Black Caisson sha-“
:: Hold-on, Captain. The Black Caisson is the Emperor’s Flagship, m’boy. She will remain berthed at Kuat should her majesty require its services. ::
Logan was confused by the words his Superior Officer had chosen to say. The ship he was assigned to was meant to remain in High Anchor above the Throne World, but he was tasked with doing the administrative work regarding the creation of an expeditionary fleet? Were they simply using whatever assets they had on hand to fulfill the gap created by the newly instated Grand Admiral, or were they simply not interested in taking responsibility for their own duties? However, the warm tone in which the old man had spoken revealed a whole new line of thought for the Captain. Could it be that his secret dreams were about to come true? Could this mean that he was finally about to be reassigned to his own warship that did not come with the baggage of bearing the Emperor’s personal sigil? Like before, though now with a more optimistic flavour, his answers would come in time.
“I don’t understand, Sir, Am I to be part of the assemblage then?”
The Old man nodded curtly.
:: You’ll be leading the fleet personally, son. Admiral Monet would usually handle such things as this, but since I was free and willing to bear the good news – Captain Aximand. You are hereby promoted to the rank of Systems Admiral, or Commodore if you’d prefer. You will be reassigned to the Command ship of Second Imperial Expeditionary Fleet, a newer model Pelllaeon- Class Star Destroyer; designate ‘Conqueror’. The vessel is the first of its class to be produced in recent years, thus is comes with the best trimmings that the Drive Yards could provide. Consider it a thank you gift from the Kuat family and the people that were saved by your actions during the final moments of that bastard H’rel’s Jihad. :: He paused for a moment to readjust his collar once more, before lifting a dataslate from what Logan had assumed was his desk. :: Comprising the rest of the Second Fleet and joining you aboard the Conqueror, will be four similar Pellaeon – Class Star Destroyers along with Ten Ardent – Class Fast Frigates acting as each Destroyer’s escort. All vessels will be outfitted with their full complement of Predator Starfighters and Neutralizer Bombers with the pilots of your chosing, and several companies of Imperial Marines to safeguard your vessels should they be boarded. Your warships will be tasked with ferrying the Fourth Legion into the fight, along with all of Colonel Raith’s additional armaments and mechanized support. He seems to fancy the large guns, that one. So hopefully both of your desires are sated by the additional firepower sported by the Conqueror. The Head of the Kuat family had personally seen fit to modify your newest commission, son. She added nearly two dozen sustained cannons to the ventral surface, which in feeding off the power from one of the many secondary reactors, would provide enough firepower for you to spear through the heart of any unshielded enemy vessel with little resistance. A rare accolade from a business woman, wouldn’t you say? ::
“Y-yes it is, Sir.” Logan stammered, the earlier emotive response taking full control of his nervous system; sending him into a state of disbelief. “I’m honoured by both the Kuat and the Admiral for the gracious gifts.”
:: As you should be, boy. With the reorganization of the Armada underneath the Grand Admiral, the tactical acumen you’ve showcased at Kuat and its subsequent cleansing are finally being rewarded with something a bit more substantial than praise and a pair of laurels. I know you’ll do the Navy proud, son. However, there is one last thing I’d like to request of you… Commodore. I want you to return from this insurrection alive, eh? I’d like to inspect the Conqueror before I retire. ::
“In this World or the Next, Vice-Admiral, you’ll get to see her – I promise...”
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