OOC: Corellian, pashatemur, loved that joint post. Such flow and descriptions, a splendid imagining of what was going on. Also, thank you for addressing the PlanDef concerns, rather than simply landing. XTM! Good to see you back! TMM, always good to see another law enforcer. [hr] IC: Captain Sohmer, Krayt?s Fire Venator. Location: Sector Zero Seated in his command chair on the bridge, Sohmer gazed out the forward ports at the distant planet, and the fleet gathered around it. Rather than being among them, his ship remained several hundred klicks away from them, further away, even, than the civilian and commercial transports, now queuing to access the capitol planet. Lieutenant Stiles came up to his chair, standing at attention to the left of him. He looked up at her, saying nothing, resisting the urge to run his fingers through his thinning hair. ?Sir, Executor acknowledges our message. No further contact, as yet.? ?Understood.? What the captain understood, was that he did not yet have orders on how to proceed. ?Have Flight Deck prep? a medical larty and V-Wing escorts.? ?Yes, sir.? The ORIC liaison officer inclined her head towards him, and moved to get on with the instruction. He planned to remain here, until either Merch or Colonel Sin came up. Tag: Colonel Sin [hr] OOC: Anyone who has seen The Hangover, may recognise the inspiration to Salenger's response to Executor. IC: Admiral Salenger, ORBI?AL Golan II space defense platform and Planetary Defence headquarters. Location: Coruscant orbit, above planetary shield Salenger was surprised at his own intense feelings towards raising and dropping the planetary shield periodically to allow ?metered traffic? access to the city-planet, and had had to remind one of Teshik's aides that it was ?a shield, not a yo-yo.? Still, at least the Big Score had been one of the fifty vessels able to take advantage of the first opening. ?Admiral?? Salenger turned round to see that one of the random comms operators had spoken from his terminal, one of seventy identical copies of the one that Salenger was standing beside. Seventy operators were talking at once, in a low level murmuring that you got used to after a bit. ?Yes?? ?Executor requests the planet-side location for Grand Moff Tarkin.? ?Hell are they asking us for?? The harried officer returned incredulously, ?We are not his baby-sitter. Tell ?em, he?s on the corner of ask Arc Hammer and frag off.? Salenger turned back to his own console, where he and the operator there were looking up the fleet records for a recently arrived Venator Star Destroyer, that was just sitting out there, apparently not communicating with anyone. ?Ah, here we go, Admiral. Krayt?s Fire. Was Naval, but has been an Intelligence vessel since participating at the Battle of Dac. Assigned to the O.R.I.C.? The officer sighed. Why was life so complicated, sometimes? ?Let?s pretend for a moment, that I have no idea what the Osk Resh Isk Cresh is.? ?Outer Rim Intelligence Centre, sir.? ?Oh. Well leave them alone, then. I?m sure they will put their hand up when they need the bathroom.? ?Sir.? ?Halcyon has just reverted.? ?Ah, that'll be Grand Admiral Carthaginian.? He overheard a supervisor say, ?Admiral?? "I heard." Salenger acknowledged with a sigh and and a wave. It was becoming a space version of the Emperor's Knot air traffic junction up here. Tag: No-one really. Corel, but he's mine.