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Post by B13S on Mar 15, 2016 17:19:39 GMT -8
B13S moved among the squad. It was very interested in utilizing the stealth field generator that it had requisitioned from the Imperial Armory for this mission. It had moved slowly, staying out of sight so that the air oscillations could not be spotted by the crew members. It had determined that simply appearing in their midst might be construed as obtrusive, so, it again snuck out, rounded a corner and came back to greet the squad face to face. From the small bit of conversation it overheard, the squad was not looking forward to its company, and they regarded it as a tool, like the typical droid. It was displeased with this, to say the least.
B13S had plotted the mission, planned each step, made sure it had the most recent information on where they were going. Their mission would be an easy one, if everything acted as it had informed them to, but organics were unpredictable... It moved upon the mixed species squad, and stood, turning its head too and fro, obviously, making it apparent he was sizing up the unit.
B13S carried a T-21 light repeating blaster, and on the belt of the stealthfield generator hung various grenades. It was quite prepared for the eventually that the plan did not go accordingly. It looked truly menancing, as most assassin droids seemed to, there was an air about it that put others slightly off, usually.
"Attention." It spoke, in a firm, authoritative tone. It stood perfectly still while it waited for those present to comply with the command.
"I trust your commanding officer has briefed you all of our intent. Their will be resistance if we are discovered...Let us not be discovered...Its a fairly short trip to Bastion, I do not have a preference for your actions on the ship as long as they do not involve comm waves, its hard to be stealthy when broadcasting our position...see that it doesn't happen."
With that it broke its statuesque pose, and moved forward towards the ship. "Departure is in fifteen...make sure you're prepared...We'll not be stopping to use the restroom."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 18:21:06 GMT -8
Coming to attention when Bethirteeness issues the order to do so, Nicolina is pleased to see that her platoon also obeys the order with the professional expertise and pride she demands of each of them.
None of the Shadow Troopers speak throughout the short duration of Bethirteeness' address to them, their only response a collective, neatly simultaneously executed salute as Bethirteeness ends with a jest that seems out of place with the rest of the rather dry and succinct briefing.
Lifting a hand when she can read from Solberg's expression that the woman is about to make a comment in her often irreverent brand of humor, Nicolina shakes her head to convey that she won't be giving her platoon the same degree of latitude where such lapses in professionalism are concerned for the time being, and then says, "Alright, we have our estimated departure time now, so let's make sure we're squared away within ten. Check one another's gear, then get situated for lift off and drop. Move it."
As her platoon mates board the Larty and start checking one another's gear as ordered, Nicolina lifts her helmet onto her head, only allowing herself an amused smile once assured it cannot be seen. Not sure how she feels about having to serve under a clanker, even one as supposedly tactically brilliant as Bethirteeness has been made out to be, Nicolina is not any more clear on the matter now that she has met the thing, which, if nothing else, at least appears to have been given the somewhat humorous, perpetually clenched-up attitude she has come to associate with the majority of the higher ups she has encountered in the course of her career. Reminding herself to try and keep an open mind, knowing full well that she is just as resistant to the idea of having to accept an outsider into their midst on such a potentially dangerous mission as her team is likely to be, Nicolina waits until everyone is aboard the Larty to board it herself, slapping the control to close the side hatch as she joins her team for the wait to begin their mission.
Fifteen minutes after Bethirteeness' address, the Larty is given the green light, and WO1 Calenda takes it out of the Venator's hangar, keeping an eye on the gunship's sensors as she adjusts her heading and speed to come onto the course intel has suggested will allow them to reach Bastion's surface undetected.
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Post by B13S on Mar 15, 2016 22:06:53 GMT -8
B13 had established that they were all capable of following orders from someone they did not feel deserved authority, and that was what the speech was designed to do. The act of physically saluting it had established, to them, at least, that the droid had operational authority in this matter. The droid waited until the ship had taken off, to find a moment when Nicolina was alone, and it could address her properly.
"Hello. I wanted to explain my address of your company. I had been testing the stealth field, and had arrived several moments before, and heard your squads sceptisim at being stuck with myself. I simply was testing their ability to follow instructions, knowing that these feelings existed. I can understand you holding biases against myself, but you'll get out of that in time, I'm sure. You can inform your men of this conversation, if you wish, I just wanted you to be aware.
I will not claim rank, nor carry myself in a manner like the other members of the First Order officers, that require proper military order. I find units operate more freely if a modicum of trust can be established between each member, and I can tell people to do something, and know it will get done without having to walk people through each detail of how to accomplish their duty. I trust you have earned these peoples' respect, so, I think you should be acting Commanding Officer, and I shall only speak if I disagree with your course of action. I believe this to be the best course of action for squad cohesion, which is vital on today's operation."
The droid then realized it had spoken at the woman with no pause, and continued to run its words together and spoke far too quickly to actually allow for any rebuttal or response of any kind.
"My apologies, I have a tendency to ramble when I must speak aloud. Over explaining. Anyway, your thoughts?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 20:18:12 GMT -8
Thoughts? The clanker pulls a one eighty personality switch that would do a total nut-job off their meds proud, admits to pulling some kind of lame social experiment on her and her squad because it overheard some banter and misinterpreted it even though some egg-head somewhere probably spent way too much time and way too many credits making a clanker that was probably supposed to be the smartest clanker in any room, and to top it all off just casually tosses out the hippy-dippy idea that it should have no rank even though it must have been made to work in a military capacity or it wouldn't be here and so really should at least grasp that rank and chain of command are things that separate the clueless civvies from the beings that do what they do and keep the clueless civvies safe to do their civvie things, all at a rapid fire pace that is just like the compressed speech of a total nut-job off their meds, and it wants her thoughts? Who does the clanker think it is talking to? Some civvie that needs to talk about how things make her feel? Where does it think it is, exactly? Someplace safe as houses because beings like Nicolina and her squad are out here ensuring that safety? Are they out here having tea and crumpets, or on an intel gathering mission?
Behind the blank, emotionless stare of her helmet, Nicolina looks at the clanker with a puzzled, mildly horrified expression as she wonders if she needs to worry about the possibility she and her squad have been given a defective, malfunctioning piece of equipment that could endanger the mission or their lives if it does another personality switcheroo that has it going from chatterbox-mode to psycho-killer-mode, but since she has been in the military for most of her adult life and has learned to discipline her mouth nearly as well as her body, doesn't answer the clanker's impressive torrent of rapid-fire verbal diarrhea with one of her own, and instead says dryly, I'm acting Cee Oh, and you'll chime in anytime you disagree with a course of action, roger. That all, or is there anything else you want to add before we're boots on ground?
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Post by B13S on Mar 19, 2016 11:28:11 GMT -8
B13S had the knowledge that Nicolina and her group were troopers, and would be stuck in a mode of operation that was similar to the behaviors of the Stormtrooper Corps. The Intelligence Bureaus functioned in a much smaller command pyramid. Where the Corps had Privates through Generals, the Bureaus had Agents, whom were considered specialists in their fields, Agents in Charge, who were lead and could disagree with the specialists, Division Heads, who oversaw divisions within the Bureaus, and the Director, who oversaw each of the divisions. Military Chain of Command was meant to organize the thousands of people in a unit with one goal, the Intelligence Bureaus, and especially Adjustment Squads, had only their mission to be concerned about, with almost complete decision making capabilities.. This was how B13S was approaching the mission, with total sovereignty.
It had gave the militaristic style order upon initial contact as a gauge for the units ability to follow its commands, and was satisfied with the results, and it, personally, did not mind how it came across. It was still in a process of assigning values to variables in relation to each member in the squad, and it would continue to provoke reactions from each member before they reached planet side.
Her dry response, just reiterating what it had spoken. She was not one for intuitive leaps, but it could not blame her. Human minds could only process and focus on so much. B13S lifted a hand, and waved her off nonchalantly. "That'll be all, then, Agent."
He put special emphasis on the word Agent, simply to underline the transitional differences of being in military operations and what she should expect from herself now that she was going to have to exhibit a certain amount of critical thinking, rather than following a scheme of detailed instruction.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2016 13:04:04 GMT -8
Roger, Nicolina answers as dryly as before when dismissed, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief when the clanker seems to switch back to its rod-firmly-lodged-up-the-bum mode of interaction.
Heading aft to where her squad is waiting for the last minute sketch the plan out and rah-rah pep talk part of the pre-game, Nicolina raps her knuckles on the doors to get their attention and says, All right, let's review the highlights one last time before touchdown, shall we? Nodding to Nirav 74 to signal him to activate the holodisplay, Nicolina begins by saying, Calenda will set us down here, in this small ridgeline ten miles out from our target. Calenda will stay with the Larty. Solberg and Achari will move on to their observation point here on this ridge overlooking the target so they can watch over the infiltration group as they continue on, provide a distraction if needed at any point, or cover the infil team's withdrawal if we don't get out clean. Nirav, Grahn, Beethirteeness, and I will infil the target, secure the data, and then, if all goes to plan, rendezvous with Solberg and Achari before we all head back here and go home. Any questions?
Nirav 74, the squad's slicer for this op, shakes his head; the Khommite clone rarely requiring clarification when he, just like the rest of the team, understands that most plans go to crap upon contact with reality, and are better classified as templates for action that are adjusted as needed.
Nope, Solberg answers, bouncing on the balls of her feet to bleed off at least a little of her usual boundless energy, grinning behind her helmet as she can't resist adding in reference to the fact that the infiltration team will be utilizing the facility's sewage system as their initial point of ingress, Have fun wading through the poodoo ya'all.
Literally, Achari, a tall male Kaleesh says, giving Solberg a fist bump in celebration of the fact he won't be required to trudge through crap either.
Letting the banter slide since she understands the need for it, and would rather the squad gets it out now, Nicolina gets things back on track, Grahn, you'll be on point with Bethirteeness, she explains, getting a nod from the stoic, oft silent female scout trooper, and I'll cover our six on the way to the access point where Nirav can slice into the facility's systems so we can get inside without detection, and then proceed on to the servers to download the data.
As she wraps up the intentionally loose and flexible plan with a few more details and the requisite rah-rah, we're all bad to the bone and so sneaky we'll be in and out with no one the wiser and yadda yadda speech, the LAAT/i continues downwards towards the planet's surface, where Calenda, their Nagai pilot, hugs the terrain with a vigilant eye on her sensors to watch for any indication their cloaking or her piloting fail to make their approach an undetected one.
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Post by B13S on Mar 19, 2016 15:13:58 GMT -8
B13S sat where it could observe the briefing, watching the squads' familiar exchanges with one another, and watching Foresi's description of the plan. She did not know the details as thoroughly as B13S. The time table for the mission was a two and a half hour march to the city's sewage piping, followed by nearly an hour until they were beneath the base proper. There were several key reasons that today was the day the mission was taking place. It had chosen this day because it drastically reduced the probability of detection. It had chosen this squad, because they had seen engagements, and with all of their personnel files being considered the probability of a member of the squad dying, when unaccompanied by itself, was still under the fifty percent mark, its presence decreased those odds.
Everything added up to the plan being executed within acceptable levels of efficacy, the mission being accomplished, with all the members returning to the ship, but there was a very slim chance of a few members sustaining minor injuries, and an even smaller chance of a single member sustaining fatal injury. Those were acceptable odds, but B13S had found that informing a group of emotional humans that one of their group could die being acceptable was not looked upon fondly.
A pair of TIE Phantoms hung in orbit, unable to be detected. They doubled as an alternate extraction plan if detection occurred, or a means of transporting physical assets if the need arose. They could be signaled, though it would destroy the radio silence if that took place.
The pilot did a decent job at putting them in the least visible landing zone in their planned drop region, and B13S stood outside, holding its equipment. It allowed for a reasonable time of situation of gear, and then it spoke up. "We will maintain radio silence unless the infiltration team is detected. Mission Synch." It signaled the synchronization of internal clocks.
"Rendezvous with Overwatch should occur in eight standard Coruscanti hours." It then gestured with a nod to differ to Nicolina, allowing her to impart any words to her comrades, before it moved forward, taking point and allowing it to set the marching pace, which would be brisk for the curves of the landscape, but it would keep them on schedule.
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Post by Viox Savage on Jul 9, 2016 11:36:58 GMT -8
With the High Admiral currently absent over Dantooine, his fleet remains in orbit over Bastion. Grand Admiral Bennette has command of his fleet. This gives Bastion a military presence to enforce the fact that the First Order is actively doing it's duty to the Imperial citizens. Legacy of the Void, a Nebula-Class Star Destroyer, remains stationary in orbit over the planet, but the rest of Void Command is currently engaged in patrol activities, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.
For a planet as loyal to the Imperial way as Bastion, there really wasn't much out of the ordinary. Happy to be apart of a larger Imperial faction, the citizens of Bastion continue on with their daily activities while the First Order maintains a presence.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 1, 2017 23:55:36 GMT -8
A small task force, just four frigates, exit hyperspace in a standard Imperial formation. Center front, and low: a Lancer-class; ideal for dealing with enemy fighters while the TIE squadrons deploy and form up. Left and Right middle: two Nebulon B-class; carrier frigates with some capacity in ambush tactics, but relatively weak assault profiles. Center rear, and high: a Munifex-class; one of the more heavily armed frigates of the old Imperial era. All of these ships were ... classics, to put it nicely. Refits and the occasional overhaul had kept them relevant through the passing decades. Today they were returning home for just such a refit. The Lancer in particular needed more punch to deal with the ever more common X-83's.
Commanding the flotilla, from the bridge of the Mynock, the Munifex, was Admiral Aurel Pellaeon. No relation to the famous Imperial admiral, but an ardent admirer to be sure. He sat quietly as the crew worked with their usual seamless precision to handle the usual tasks of returning home. They were assigned a stable orbit around the gas giant in the system until the necessary docking berths in the naval yard nearby were opened. The crew was given leave by watches. Pellaeon waited aboard the Mynock, certain that some bureaucrat would try to short change him somewhere along the way. It had happened to many times before, and he didn't really want time away from the ship anyway. It was more his home than any planet now.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 2, 2017 7:22:39 GMT -8
Bastion stood as a stronghold of the First Order, although it wasn't entirely sure if Admiral Pellaeon knew that was the case when his fleet came out of hyperspace. Immediately, klaxons flared as orbital weaponry came online and began to position themselves. The First Order, though welcoming to some company, wasn't entirely fond of an Imperial fleet, with no allegiance to their own organization, dropping out over the proud world of Bastion. A transmission was sent to the Mynock from Bastion's Orbital Security.
This is Bastion Orbital Security to unidentified Imperial vessel. You have entered First Order space without warning and bare no markings of our nation. Identify yourself immediately.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 2, 2017 17:15:43 GMT -8
So they hadn't taken care of the paper work, as had been promised, still this wasn't the worst that could happen. Pellaeon waited while the transmission was secured and considered how to respond to the request. He made certain that his captains weren't panicking and going to full alert and smiled with pride as he saw none had so much as gone to yellow alert. They knew their business and trusted his command, it was a gratifying feeling commanding such a well disciplined and skilled crew. With a slight shrug of his right shoulder he answered as simply as he could.
"Well son, I suppose you'd call me a war lord and this my merry band of men. We're not here for trouble, as you can clearly see. I suppose our files got lost in the shuffle. We were in the process of joining the Imperial Remnant when it was folded into the First Order. At the time I was told we would be grandfathered into the Order but I see that didn't happen. No matter, tell us where to park and we'll deal with the necessary unpleasantries at your convenience. "
The task force maintained their formation, but didn't react to the orbital defenses activating. Escalation was the last thing anyone here wanted. If given a course or orbit to maintain they would comply with precision and efficiency. They weren't here to cause trouble, but they did have pride as a unit which they displayed in their conduct. Fighter pilots loitered in the hangars just in case, but most were performing routine inspections of their craft, as both cover and to be sure the ships were ready to go at a moment's notice if needed. Captains kept a careful eye on their crews, and noted with pride that, for once, no one was acting out of line, and everyone was at their post.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 6, 2017 15:51:49 GMT -8
Silence was the response for awhile as the security crews began digging into the old Imperial Remnant files from when Nicademus was Head of State and the Remnant was formed from what remained of the Second Fel Empire. After a period of time, they began to notice the ships being noted here and there, but nothing official. The captain believed the words of this warlord and nodded to his communications officer.
It seems we have found what you speak of, but we cannot give clearance. I would recommend you head for Muunilist to speak with the Supreme Commander or one of his senior officers. They will get your paperwork sorted out and formally induct you into the First Order.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 6, 2017 22:56:30 GMT -8
The crews waited patiently and the response irked some of the bridge staff, but they hid it well. As orders to head for Muunilist were dispersed to the crew, some of the men groaned at the denied leave, but all complied in a timely and orderly fashion. The ships began to adjust their heading as new courses through hyper space were charted. The unit would have to travel for a few hours in real space to get to the appropriate hyper lane. Fortunately the task force had sufficient fuel to make the jump, though they would need to resupply near Muunilist before traveling much farther.
"Very well, we'll be on our way then. Thank for your service son, Pellaeon out."
I was somewhat annoyed by the inefficiency of it all, but understood the necessary evil that was bureaucracy. At least in the Empire, or rather the Order, it was kept in relative check by the severe oversight and constant evaluations. I consider changing into a dress uniform, for the official meeting and decide it isn't worth the effort. Those who cared about merit would claim the awards were bogus, and some probably were, others just wanted another pretty peacock to coo and preen with. I am no show bird, I care about results and maintaining a prosperous peace. I note the precision with which the task force maneuvers to the next jump point, and retire from the bridges as the stars shift to the hauntingly familiar swirling streaks of light.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 9, 2018 12:54:20 GMT -8
Bastion, one of the First Order' shining jewels within the galaxy. Its long Imperial history and deep roots with former Empires had made the planet certainly proud to see another Emperor within the galaxy. Though Nicademus did not claim the title of Galactic Emperor, the people of Bastion did not care, for they truly believed in the new philosophy surrounding the growing concept known as New Age Imperialism, or the Delvardus Directive, in which the very core of Imperial values, that had lasted for generations, were evolving for the future to come.
The governor of Bastion had been heavily recruiting from the population, under new orders from the Emperor, with a mass of recruits being sent to Corulag and New Carida for future Stormtrooper training while more prestigious and rising star candidates went straight to the Imperial Capital of Muunilinst or one of the specialized academies such as on Dubrillion and Nirauan. All was being set up according to the will of His Imperial Majesty for the glorified and golden age of Imperialism that was just right around the corner.
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Post by Garrick Needa on Dec 13, 2019 6:32:25 GMT -8
A lone Regulator-Class Star Destroyer jumps into hyperspace above Bastion, powering slowly through the space near the planet. The craft is soon joined by another ship, and another, and another. Grey ships of various shapes and sizes begin to fall out of hyperspace above the orbit of the planet, as the 7th Fleet materialized in space above its new command. 5 Regulator-Class Star Destroyer, 6 Vindicator-Class Heavy Cruisers,6 Victory II-Class Star Destroyers, 22 Carrack-Class Light Cruisers and dozens of smaller corvettes and support craft make up this powerful wing of Imperial power, which is dedicated to spreading ideals of peace and order throughout the galaxy.
However, this command did not require any of that, as the 7th Fleet and their admiral, Garrick Needa, had been assigned to one of the most prestigious oversectors in the galaxy, second only to the Galactic Core regions, which fell under the direct control of the Emperor himself. This sector, however, was home to some of the most pro-Imperial loyalists in the galaxy; it was where Gilad Pellaeon had ruled his Empire from, where the Empire-in-Exile hid from the forces of chaos of the Sith, and many, many other significant events of Imperial history. As such, the population here were extremely devoted to the Empire, and with that devotion came a truly spectacular degree of prosperity for all citizens of the Empire in this region.
Garrick Needa, standing on the bridge of his destroyer, looked over the planet of Bastion with a slight smile on his face. This was one of the highest honors any Imperial could receive, but moreover, he was truly proud to serve the people of this section of the galaxy. They were some of the Empire's best, and he would endeavor to return that loyalty and prosperity with the efficient, clean government that was the hallmark of any good Grand Moff.
After fueling up, three of the Regulators, three of the Victories, three of the Vindicators, and six of the Carracks turned and jumped into hyperspace after fueling up and resupplying, headed for other parts of the Oversector.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Sept 25, 2020 8:58:08 GMT -8
Despite the changes within the Empire's governance, Bastion remained unchanged. It had gone from the celebrated Garrick Needa to the rising star that was Jenia Kasalle. The planet was still relied upon for its revenues, its loyalty, and its people. After all, a number of them made up the governance and local military of the Muunilinst Oversector. Bastion natives were prideful, but they were hardcore Imperials. They could be relied upon for their worth. To them, the First Order was the Empire and always would be the Empire.
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