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Star Wars Paradoxical Echoes: An Original Trilogy Game (Always Accepting New Players)

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  1. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

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    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: Reen G'Spaugh, Chief Warrant Officer Ori "The Ori" Shredddies (nrc), Darkest Night' Auxilary Hangar and Bridge
    Location: Unknown star system, to hyperspace


    Sitting in her hoverchair, Reen waited at the tail end of the diminishing queue of people filing out of the hangar where the funeral had taken place, murmured chatting amongst the grouping ahead of her.

    She had her TALC team-mates around her, Baille Harte to her right, and both Alex Qipao19 and Jengleheimer behind her.

    Reen closed her eyes, getting a picture of the upside-down limo that she had been trapped inside whilst it had been gotten pummelled by blaster fire, then snapped her eyes open, focussing on the back of the person in front of her.
    Her feelings about the experience, were mixed. On one side, it was a welcome return to the excitement that she had missed since being dropped from the Starfighter Corps; but on the other, in the immediate moment, it had been quite frightening. Alone, unarmed, injured.

    She owed Alex a hug for coming to get her so quickly.

    Looking back over her shoulder at him, she referenced their destination: "It will be good to see the squadron lounge again. I don't get that sort of thing now."

    "Well, you know you can drop in any time, right?" Alex returned, frowning down at the top of her head.

    "Don't you think you should clear that with Steadfast?"

    "I'm sure he won't mind an old pilot coming back to see her former squadmates."

    "Hey, less of the old!" Reen exclaimed with good humour.

    Attention, this is the bridge. Prepare for hyperspace.

    Reen cocked her head at the announcement, one that she would have been making if she had been on-duty. She recognised the voice, despite the usual distortion of being filtered through the public address system, as belonging to a pony-tailed blonde girl with the unlikely moniker of "Original Shreddies", although preferred her first name shortened to the better sounding "Ori", pronounced as "Or-ree."

    She was on loan from the allied Centrality Navy after that entity had despatched one of its dreadnaughts to check up on the beleaguered 11th Sector Army to see why contact had been lost. It was the report from the dreadnaught, that had led to the
    Darkest Night leading the rescue mission to save them and beat back the Rebel Alliance.

    Looking ahead, G'Spaugh could see that the line ahead was continuing to shorten as people managed to file out a little more.

    ****

    Bridge

    The pony-tailed crewmember sitting at G'Spaugh's station, wished she could have shifted across to the sensor station to see what that mysterious gravity well was all about, see if the signature seemed anything like the odd signal she had detected whilst working at the secret Centrality base in the Hosrel IX star system; but the Imperial Navy had strict rules and procedures for bridge crew subordinate to the pit lieutenant level.

    She rose off her chair to straighten her black tunic, and re-tuck her wrap skirt under her, and settled back down, concentrating on her commo board, and the channels of the various decks reporting their readiness for the jump.

    Even the two TIE fighters that had popped out to investigate the planet with the sun shield, were safely back in and hooked up.

    "Okay, all channels, sound off." Ori rapped out, watching as various readout lights changed to green.

    "Communications?" Captain Totter's voice called down from the command walkway, above and behind her.

    Ooh, that's me! She realised with wide eyes, swivelling in her chair to look up at the man. "Comms all clear, Captain. Crew has been notified of pending jump to hyperspace."

    "Sensors."

    CWO Shreddies turned back to her colourful console readouts as the man moved on, and the next response was clipped out by Chief
    Sensors Officer Erik Vickers.

    "Weaponry?"

    This sounded like an odd query. As far as she was aware, nothing had been taken out of the stores whilst they had been reverted, and used for an impromptu juggling display. But then, with a crew of thirty-seven thousand beings, you never knew when one or more were going to have a blonde moment.

    Ori was a bit miffed that that was the common term used to describe doing something stupid, and wondered which person in history, had betrayed and shamed their golden locks in perpetuity.

    "Navigation, on your count to hyperspace."

    The dark-haired, silent, femme to her right, Captain Markova, said nothing, only putting up a holographic display above their heads, which added a welcome bit of extra illumination to the crew pit.

    ..3

    ..2

    ..1

    ..0

    There was a slight jolt that caused Ori's bottom to slide gently across her cushioned seat, then the view outside the front bridge ports changed to starlines, then the roiling blue-grey energies of hyperspace.

    The majority of communications that she would deal with, if any, whilst they were in hyperspace, would be onboard stuff. The only external comms that had a possibility of reaching them, would be encrypted scandocs, either Imperial Intelligence or ISB, delivered by the S-network, S-links, S-Club-Seven, or whatever the network of relays implanted in hyperspace, were called.

    Ori called the personal comlink of the head of Intelligence: "Senior Lieutenant Levric from the Bridge. Ma'am, should we expect any hypercomms to arrive for you, whilst we are in hyperspace?"


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  2. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 10, 2001
    IC: Master Sergeant DW-418121 (Animal)
    Army Quarters, thirty minutes later

    "Did Captain Totter fight in the Clone Wars? I feel like I've heard his name before; and I know some veterans still use the force saying."

    Animal shrugged, "Rumor is he did. But if he did, he doesn't talk about it. Only the good late Commodore ever knew the truth and now, well, that truth is gone and buried with Englewood."

    "The only Veterans I've met were mostly Clones that taught at the Academy. " She leaned her head back and looked at Animal curiously. "Even Darth Vader fought in the Clone Wars..."

    "Unless you have a security clearance, I'd doubt you find anything on Totter. Not like the rank and file needing to know that information," Animal glanced around the corridor and nodded to a crew member walking by, whom seemed more interested in his datapad & reports, then paying attention to his surroundings; the Master Sergeant lowered his voice, "And best keep it that way, Lieutenant. You don't want to get caught snooping around in fleet officer files as a stormtrooper. It wouldn't look good in a court marshal," the NCO shrugged uncomfortably, then nodded towards the turbolift, "Knowing the Sergeant Major, he'll be in his office waiting for us."


    *******************

    Crew Lounge, Trooper Barracks


    The deal was that if you couldn't find the Sergeant Major on a battlefield or in quarters cleaning his weapon or gear, then he was in his informal office. Without risking the wraith of the SGM, most knew the man could throw back a few cold ones and still hit a bulls-eye while running. And being---in every sense of the word---an Apex Predator in his own right, no trooper dare question the long running NCO. Those that did were first proven wrong in the Tactical Training Environment Room, then were taught to regret such questions by being volunteered for the worst assignments possible within the entire legion.

    Entering the Crew Lounge, which in the Trooper Barracks was reserved for just Army & Stormtrooper personnel, Animal scanned around but, as usual, he didn't have to scan long. There, roughly in the middle of the lounge, was the SGM in his usual spot. Also, as usual, the senior NCO was alone with a drink and a datapad.

    "Come on, the SGM is over there," Animal said to Elena and started that way. When he reached the table, Animal snapped to attention, "Master Serg----" he started, but was interrupted with the Old Man's raised hand as he continued reading something on the datapad, then put it down and looked up.

    "You may be at ease, Master Sergeant," the Old Man turned to Elena with a nod of respect, "Lieutenant," he extended a hand to the two chairs opposite him, "Please, have a seat. I was expecting you both and had an extra seat brought over."

    Animal shared a glance with Elena, then took the seat out and sat down.

    "I trust Lieutenant Shan was brought up to speed, Master Sergeant?" the SGM asked, then took a sip of his drink on the table.

    "Yes, Sergeant Major," Animal replied, noting the Old Man asked a question with his full rank, which meant he should return the favor, "Except for marksmanship. The funeral took priority."

    "As it should Sergeant," the older NCO replied, adding, "I'm sure Lieutenant Shan wasn't forced through training because of some privilege to a senior administrator within the political workings of the Empire?" the Old Man glanced at the Lieutenant.

    Animal felt a knot form in his throat and he had to swallow hard to force it down. While the lieutenant was still officially in training, she still technically outranked the SGM on paper at least and could make him pay after she was activated fully within the platoon.

    "But," the Old Man said, not waiting for a reply, which then Animal realized he was holding his breathe and let it out in relief, "We know the Corps only transfers the best to our unit. So we can assume expectations were easily achieved by Lieutenant Shan," the NCO took another sip of his drink, then looked at his watch, then to Lieutenant Shan, "Lieutenant Shan, I hereby active you within Joker Platoon. I hear our new commanding officer is a hard arse from the Five-oh-First, who we'll get to meet at Javin. Do you have any questions, ma'am, for your new command?"

    Animal had to blink.

    Twice.

    Did the SGM just show respect and address Elena in a authority position above him? Either the drink was getting to the SGM or---somehow, someway---Shan did something to impress the Old Man along the way.


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  3. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Sep 10, 2001
    IC: Captain Duke P. (Patrick) Totter
    Bridge, Darkest Night


    Hyperspace.

    The blue tunnel of space was an escape, if just temporarily, from the concerns of this galaxy.

    "Captain Markova, I'll be in the Ready Room. Please inform me of any changes and of when we reach Javin. And in the meantime, can you coordinate with engineering and run a complete digasonois of the engines and power core? Search for ways to increase speed during combat conditions and, if at all possible, other ways to save on fuel consummation during non-combat flight. I want you to take the lead on the project, Captain. I'll have orders transferred to Engineering upon your request if the need arises."

    With no other words to say, the acting commanding officer turned and walked towards the ready room. Englewood had taken an educated guess as to where they were going---Lepsawn 1-9 being just a cover story for a bigger operation---when the orders were secretly given to the late Commodore. And he had shared that guess with Duke. For the former second-in-command, everything was now pointing to what Englewood had predicted.

    As the ready room doors opened---Totter walked through into the room----and the doors closed behind him, he knew what they were going up against would require everyone's knowledge and skills to survive. Trekking to the desk, Totter sat down in the chair and brought up Englewood's personal files on the computer. His late friend had given him access to them long ago. It was time to read about what happened during Operation Home Base in 4 BBY. The files were classified and wiped from the Star Destroyer's memory banks by Military Intelligence and ISB, but Duke also knew Englewood kept a backup of everything that he didn't want the Empire to know about.

    Duke had missed the operation in 4 BBY and the horrible results was one of the many reasons he had been called back under Englewood's command and the disgraced former second-in-command officer booted when Duke had arrived to assume his old post. But Englewood kept mentioning the operation to Duke in their private conversations in around-about-ways and how that operation connected to this new operation that Lepsawn 1-9 was just a cover for.


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  4. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    Mar 28, 2004
    IC: Sergeant First Class Adrias Stark
    One of many Mess Halls, Javin Oversector Command & Administrative Complex


    Adrias tried to keep a straight face when the Captain quoted his favorite game. At least the man was familiar with it. Maybe they could play a game sometime? Time will tell, given how the Imperial officers tried to avoid fraternisation with the lower ranks. Then what the Captain said to him as to what was their mission puzzled him. Was he pulling a prank? Or was that another test? Adrias said nothing just nodded and followed him in the fresher.

    ‘That must have looked suspicious.’ he thought amusedly.

    Once inside he looked around. It was a standard fresher, nothing special about it. Adrias turned to the Captain expecting orders.

    As soon as the man told him what to do Adrias nodded again. He decided to act cautiously but firmly. His instinct was to just kick the door of the cubicle and drag the man out but that could end in disaster pretty quickly if the quarry in mind happen to be a higher up. Also Adrias didn’t wear his stormtrooper armor. It made such actions more intimidating he thought smugly.

    He checked down where the feet of a man could be seen. “Sir, could you please step out of the cubicle?” Adrias knocked on the door.

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  5. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Sep 10, 2001
    IC: Stormtrooper Captain Kurt Stein
    One of many Mess Halls, Javin Oversector Command & Administrative Complex


    Kurt was a step ahead of the wine of the blaster pistol he heard charge up behind the stall door. He shoved Adrias out of the way as the refresher door splinter and burst into debris from a hail of blaster fire, the bolts bursting through to the fall wall and shattering the mirror and tiled wall in places.

    "Hawk, Hawk! This is Loose Hands. I've been compromised!"

    Kurt could hear the man yelp over a hidden comlink---probably a wrist one---and as the traitor came out of the stall still holding onto the brief case, blaster, and trying to hold onto his pants, the Stormtrooper captain sprang up from the ground with more martial arts training then anything else and chased the struggling man down before he could reach the door. Without hestiation, Kurt hauled the man up (whose pants had fallen down again) and now took his head and slammed it into the tile with enough force to send it to the other side. With a sickening crunch and splat, the traitor slid down the wall and to the ground. Blood, flesh, teeth, and broken tiles were left in the wake.

    Kurt wasn't done as he hauled the man up and shoved him towards the sinks, throwing the traitor head-first into a sink, causing both the man and the now shattered sink to fall to the ground. As the Imperial officer rolled over and produced his Q2 Hold-Out Blaster Pistol, Kurt kicked the weapon free and slammed a knee down into the officer's chest, hauling him up by the shirt.

    "Guard the door!" Kurt shouted to Adrias.

    Turning his attention to the traitor, Kurt said, "Who do you work for?"

    "Over my dead body!" the man shouted.

    "Fine," Kurt said, reaching for the blaster and putting it in the man's mouth.

    "Noooooo-----!" the man struggled around the barrel of the pistol.

    Kurt pulled the trigger.

    The man's protest came to a sudden end, with the back of his skull now on the tile in bone fragments mixed with brain material and blood. As Kurt lowered the man's head backwards, he paused as he noticed a neck tattoo.

    "Hmmm," Kurt said to himself, then got up as the refresher door burst open with a single stormtrooper with blaster raised.

    "Hands up!" Ordered a stormtrooper, "Drop the weapon!"

    That was awfully quick for a sound-proof refresher, Kurt thought to himself, quickly noticing the trooper was alone as the door closed behind him.

    Strike number two, Kurt thought, connecting the dots to this "Hawk" person he heard on the other end of the comlink.

    Sloppy, Kurt finished his thought, rushed and sloppy. Stormtrooper escorts officer out the building. Elementary at best.

    "I said drop it now!" the Stormtrooper ordered.

    "Okay, okay," Kurt said (playing the trooper's game), eyeing Adrias as he went to drop the weapon, "He pulled the weapon on us!"

    "Sure he did! You can tell command that and see what they say. Now drop the weapon before I blast you!"

    "Awfully strong words to be addressing a Stormtrooper Captain by," Kurt said, dropping the weapon, only to kick it half way through the drop directly towards Adrias!

    The Stormtrooper hesitated, then fired towards Kurt (before turning his attention to Adrias), Kurt dodging the blaster bolt as he rolled into a refresher stall. He only hoped Adrias had collected the weapon and was ready to blast the stormtrooper....


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  6. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Jingleheimer Voss, aka Jingle
    Darkest Night' Auxilary Hangar
    Location: Unknown star system, to hyperspace

    Being in the front and being invited to a private boozer was all well and fine until you realized how many people had really shown up for the funeral and that there was only a couple narrow doors that regulations allowed most of them to leave by. As was they seemed to be in the tail end of things now. Now if he was a terrorist he would of bombed the hanger mag-cons just after the end of the last send off. Would taken out a good chunk of the senior staff.

    Following the group which included a hover chaired individual he waited and then shuffle stepped. Wait and then shuffle step. He probably was scuffing up the floor at this rate.

    Looking back over her shoulder at him, she referenced their destination: "It will be good to see the squadron lounge again. I don't get that sort of thing now."

    "Well, you know you can drop in any time, right?" Alex returned, frowning down at the top of her head.

    "Don't you think you should clear that with Steadfast?"

    Ah, he knew he liked this lot for some reason! It brought a wane grin that didn't last to his lips.

    "I'm sure he won't mind an old pilot coming back to see her former squadmates."

    "Hey, less of the old!" Reen exclaimed with good humour.

    Attention, this is the bridge. Prepare for hyperspace.

    Looking up he simply nodded as he leaned and braced himself. Continuing the march so long as others moved but ready for that fateful lurching shift in gravity. Looking ahead, it could be seen that the line ahead was continuing to shorten as people managed to file out a little more.

    "Come on." he muttered at no one and everyone. Waiting for this torture of centimeters to end.

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  7. TheSilentInfluence

    TheSilentInfluence Silent and Friendly Mod of SWTV and SWC. star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    Jul 15, 2014
    IC: Elena Shan
    Army Quarters, thirty minutes later

    Elena smiled in response at Animal telling her that she shouldn't go snooping around. It is true, but my Grandfather needs information. If I'm caught, I know I can either talk my way out of it or when they try to patch it through to his command, I'll be let go on his orders. Elena frowned, but felt confident enough. I have to survive this war.

    When they reached the Sargent Major's office and he began to speak to them, Elena resisted looking at Animal as the Sargent Major praised her, knowing that he was probably trying to understand what was happening. When he asked if she had any questions Elena sat up and nodded back at him. "I did have a few. You run a tight command Sargent Major, I appreciate that. I was wondering if it would be useful for the troops to go through partisan training under my command. We learned a few tricks on Onderon that I feel would be useful to beat our enemies. If we don't have time, I can asses them on the field and assemble a unit." And then she added, "The 501st is an incredible unit, my brother covered them over Ryloth a couple years ago."

    Elena looked at Animal, "If we have any information on this new arrival I would like to see it in a report and send out an alert for Joker Platoon if you haven't already." Elena sighed and smiled at them. "I hope I can get those boys home."

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  8. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    IC: Natalia Markova
    Bridge, Darkest Night

    Her head came up from her calculations, constantly looking for ways to shorten the time between points safely. Even though they were already in hyperspace already had the course for the next few jumps already programed in, there were always chances to refine her calculations. Using a few extra cycles of the navigation computer to plan out hypotheticals. It wasn't just busy work it could be valuable finding those seconds that could make the difference.

    However her extra work was put on hold as Captain Trotter threw more work at her. Her brow furrowed a little. Working out better efficiencies in engines, coordinating diagnostics, and increasing speed. This was a job for engineering not her. The best she could do to help this endeavor was picking better routes more efficient routes over faster ones. As to actually making them faster more efficient? That was something well outside her skill set. She may understand the basics of the mechanics of them the intricate inner workings of them were something forign to her.

    She still sent the request to run the diagnostic that would be simple enough but, what to do with that information would be another thing entirely. She couldn't help but think this was busy work or something that just came into his mind. While she was very smart and could adapt this was lacking in sense. Or maybe she just didn't understand. And when she didn't understand she needed to know.

    Linking her datapad to her station so she could keep up to date on their progress, and received any updates from engineering when she was away. She moved to the door for the Ready Room. Knocking lightly she waited patiently for a response from inside.

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  9. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 10, 2001
    IC: Captain Duke P. (Patrick) Totter
    Bridge, Darkest Night


    The knock came at the door and Totter lifted his eyes from the holo recording he was watching. He hit the pause button and the sounds of blaster fire, orders being screamed, and other nightmarish sounds ended. The footage was too chaotic to describe.

    "Enter," the acting ship's officer said and the door slid open and Navigational Captain Markova entered. She was precise in her military greeting and as the door closed, Totter said, "At easy, captain," he offered a hand towards the empty seat on the opposite side of the desk, "Have a seat. How can I help you?"

    He had a pretty good idea what her questions would be. He put her out of her element. But he was simply following orders posthumously; Englewood may be dead, but his last orders were still valid and needed to be carried out. Duke may not personally agree with them now or at Lepsawn 1-9, but for the sake of his friend's memory---and his own sanity with not being able to yet process his friend's death---this was the least he could do for Englewood.

    If Markova didn't feel comfortable following the orders, then he would start from scratch and find another navigational officer for the job. He doubted he would find someone of Markova's skill level or talents, but this was the military. The best survived either by skill or by luck.

    Either way, the truth would have a reckoning and it would either mean Duke's head for knowing classified material above his rank & pay grade and letting Markova know that information or it would be Englewod's lasting memory that he was a rogue, a wild cannon within the ranks that followed his gut and not protocol (and in the Empire that was frowned upon; everyone followed their orders to a T). Either option left Duke not liking the results.

    Or his career being on the line.


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  10. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 10, 2001
    OOG: I just realized---it only took me 2 years---to figure out I never gave Animal a real name! :oops::rolleyes: So that has now been fixed.

    IC: DW-418121 ("Animal"; Craig Anthony Stewart) & DW-418131 ("Old Man"; Patrick Fredrick Jones)

    Crew Lounge, Trooper Barracks


    Patrick checked his watch; it would be tight on time, very tight. But the Stormtrooper Corps never asked you to be comfortable, it asked you to be ready & effective. The Sergeant Major looked up at the Lieutenant, "It'll be a test of the Master Sergeant's leadership," Patrick shared a glance with Stewart; behind that emotionless steel face, the Old Man knew Animal was cursing him, "You have Second Squad for this training adventure. They're the best," there, that should make the Master Sergeant happy, "But they can also be free wheeling at times," Patrick glanced at Craig again, this time a slight tightening of the facial muscles on the Master Sergeant; good, he was upset at the remark, "If they accomplish the task to your expected guidelines, then they can help the rest of the platoon learn it faster next time with you, Lieutenant. We have two hours, Lieutenant, in the Tactical Training Environment Room. Send me your hostile target files you wanted loaded as holograms, as well as mission guidelines, environment, terrain, and weather conditions to the observation booth in the TER. I'll adjust conditions as you request and monitor the training op."


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  11. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: CWO Ori Shreddies, Darkest Night' bridge

    The communications officer turned to watch Captain Markova climb the steps out of the crew pit, and disappear out of sight towards the Ready Room.

    She had to turn back to her own work, to re-direct an emergency call from one of the mess halls, to Medical.

    Some food had gone down the wrong way, and someone was choking.

    "Okay, don't worry. Medics are on the way." She reassured the first responder, unwittingly sharing the observations of a comedian - Bill Burr - from a galaxy, far far away: "Hey, I called you. I saw the fire and called you. If you're the first responder, what am I? What've you got some of telepathic ability to detect these things?"

    With that sorted out, she twiddled her thumbs and waited for either the next call, or Senior Lieutenant Levric to comm back.

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  12. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    Jul 11, 2009
    IC: Natalia Markova
    Captain's Ready Room, Darkest Night

    "Sir," She started snapping off a perfect salute. As he directed her to an empty chair she noticed the holo currently paused at a chaotic mess that she couldn't quite make sense of. Taking her seat she flattened out her tunic looking like the picture of a subordinate. She looked down for a bit putting her thoughts into order. "Captain I have some questions about the task you have assigned me." She looked Trotter in the eyes while she spoke though he could see the gears turning in her mind. "I am a navigator trained in astronavigation and astronomy. I do not see how my training and skills could but useful to a task that is simply in the realm of engineering. I am not being insubordinate, or disagreeing with your orders. I am just puzzled by your decision. I have no credentials or training in the field you are asking me to cover. I will attempt to do what you order sir, of course but, I do not know if I am the best person to handle this. I'm curious as to your reasoning for selecting me when someone from engineering would be the more apparent choice?"

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  13. TheSilentInfluence

    TheSilentInfluence Silent and Friendly Mod of SWTV and SWC. star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    Jul 15, 2014
    IC: Elena Shan
    Crew Lounge, Trooper Barracks

    Elena nodded respectfully. "Thank you. I appreciate you allowing me time to do this before we land." She stood up and saluted them quickly, stepping back as she thought of the scenarios she could run them under. They've seen quite a bit, but I wonder if they know just what it's like to be alone out there. Could be a good mental test...

    ---Scenario Updated---Onderon Guerrilla Tactics and Soldiers in effect.

    Mission Objective: Remain under cover while artillery bombardment is in effect. Charge only when told and use holes made by artillery for cover as you advance on the enemy. Watch for enemy snipers. If you can make it to enemy lines and overcome them, the scenario is completed.

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  14. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Sep 10, 2001
    IC: Captain Duke P. (Patrick) Totter
    Ready Room, Darkest Night


    Totter exhaled and got up, walking around the desk and to the viewport spanning the side of the ready room. He didn't say anything for a long moment as he stared out at hyperspace. Imperial protocol had the viewports opaqued during travel to prevent hyper-rapture.

    "We shield ourselves from the galaxy," Totter started, still staring at the hyperspace he couldn't quite see clearly through the safety measures, "From harm. From challenge. From the unknown. We develop these protocols and procedures for everything. Step One, Step Two, Step Three and so on. Yet, the galaxy always finds us. Fate will find you, no matter how hard you try to hide from it."

    Totter stopped another moment and turned to leave, then stopped a step later and took one last longing look at the opaque viewport---as if he was looking at something only he could see---and then he went back to the desk. He looked at the navigational captain, "Why are you here? Aboard the Darkest Night? What is your goal in life? Is it just to serve the Empire? Or do you want to become an artist? A teacher? What happens after the Empire for you?"

    He would answer a question with a question. It was something that Englewood had taught him many times over. He never did it well and truth be told, he never followed any of the advise he gave to others. But few people knew his past and he liked to keep it that way.


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  15. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC:Senior Lieutenant Enoch Steadfast, Chief Medical Officer Debgate, Flight Lieutenants Baille Harte and Alex Qipao19, Forward Hangar, Darkest Night
    Location: Hyperspace

    The Duros senior lieutenant continued to stand to attention, looking out the magcon, long minutes after the coffins had departed.

    He was shattered, not used to being up during the graveyard shift, but of course had to be here to see the Commodore off.

    Eventually he became aware of the Chief Medical Officer looming over him, silent and expectant. He relaxed his stance, and looked up at her: "Chief?"

    "Senior Lieutenant. Did Brigadier-General Vasiliev apprise you regarding where those intruders last night came from?"

    Now he focused on the tall woman. "Why don't you tell me where they came from?"

    She pointed ahead of him, and he followed the indicated direction, through two magcon fields, into the Main Hangar. "Not sure if it is still aboard, but I noted that a freighter had come aboard during Englewood's lockdown, whilst he was off the ship. When I went to investigate, the deck officer said that the crew were ISB."

    "Fancy doing some more investigating, Chief." He asked with a speculative tone, now eyeing the other hangar. The commander of Death Whisper Legion was now in charge of ship security for this shift, so technically it was no longer within Steadfast's pervue to call for a scanning team. However, he still wanted a crack at that ship.

    "Sure." She turned to the Warrant Officer, who was busily wrapping control cables around a forearm. "You alright here."

    "Yes thanks, Chief. All fine here."

    "Good. Give me a call if there are any issues." She turned back to Steadfast. "I'm all yours."

    "Alright, come on. We're going over there."

    The two officers headed away from the crowds still filing out the two entrances.

    ****

    Not much more than fifty metres away, with little else to distract her, Baille Harte could not help but hear the familiar tap-tap of Steadfast's pegleg against the hard deckplates, and turned to look, spying him and Auntie Deb' heading off towards-

    "It's rude to stare." Alex advised from her side, obviously able to connect the dots between the sound and her turning to look and narrowing her gaze.

    Baille stepped out of the queue, peering first towards the direction where Debgate and Steadfast had disappeared to, then towards the Main Hangar, and back again. "
    Doh!"

    Maybe later, Alex would look back at this and wonder how he had discerned a whole explanation from that monosyllabic exclamation. But he had been around his fellow pilot long enough to do just that. "Doh!"

    "Right?"

    G'Spaugh rubbernecked up at both pilots. "What are you two blithering about?"

    Alex grasped her hoverchair and banked it to the left as he steered it hard to the right, taking her out of the queue as well, and towards Harte, who watched him for a moment, then set off after the senior staff officers.

    Alex looked back at Jengleheimer, lowering his voice: "Come on, Chief. This way. We've forgotten about the PTTs."

    He of course referred to the Passenger Transfer Tubes that allowed everyone within the ship's complement to travel move between the hangar bays, and seeing how relatively empty of people the Main Hangar looked, going out that way might not be a bad shout.

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  16. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 10, 2001
    OOG: Silent, here is Second Squad (listed under "Structure").


    IC: DW-418121 ("Animal"; Craig Anthony Stewart), Second Squad (Joker Platoon), etc.

    Tactical Training Environment Room, Trooper Barracks, Darkest Night


    "All I'm saying is why is it us and not them," Tech complained as he and 7 others from Second Squad stood around, waiting for Animal and Elena to show up, "We did most of the heavy fighting. I was looking forward to a nice break before we hit The Complex."

    The TER was empty right now, the voices of the various troops and their conversations echoing throughout the chamber. Above, in the observation & control room, was the Old Man; below, Second Squad in various stages of ready, with only a few troopers having their helmets on, while the squad assembled was mostly divided into two distinct groups: Tech, Eyes, Face, and Business in one group, while everyone else was in another group a few feet away. More or less, the squad was always separated socially like this.

    "Probably because Business already tried to put the moves on the new LT and she's making us all into an example," Face replied, "Good going, buddy!"

    "Whoa, whoa," Business cried in protest, putting hands up, "Not me. In any other circumstance, I'd gladly take credit for such a disciplinary measure upon you fine gentlemen. But today? Not today."

    Eyes chuckled, the only one in this group with his helmet on, "At least it's not as bad as the Admiral's daughter. Business got us in big trouble for that one!"

    Everyone grumbled at the memory of that disciplinary measure brought upon the whole squad because of Business. Except for, a course, Business, who was beaming ear to ear with glee, "Ah, yes, the admiral's daughter. Did I ever tell you guys---"

    Face landed a solid punch on the blond-haired soldier's shoulder, which prompted a grunt from the former, as Face snapped, "You grin, bud! Go ahead. But I did enough pealing of potatoes to last two lifetimes. Not to mention I missed my best friend's wedding!"

    Lance Zachary Yates (Business) smiled, "And trust me, my friend, it was worth every one of those potatoes."

    Face jumped at the egotistical trooper and the two exchanged a brief yelling and pushing match before Tech broke 'em up, "That's enough!" the Corporal ordered, "Enough!" he looked at both men, "Both of you!"

    Eyes whistled to get everyone's attention, his whistle coming out a bit garbled through the helmet's voice filter, "She's here."

    Everyone looked towards the far door that opened and in stepped the new LT and the Master Sergeant. Not needing orders, the entirety of second squad formed up in a crisp line (still with helmets in various states of being worn), as the LT and Master Sergeant approached from the far side and came to a stop a few very long moments later. At the moment the pair stopped, the squad snapped to attention in perfect union, a far contrast from the back-and-forth moments before. Animal had his helmet on and his filtered voice came out, "Lieutenant, Second Squad; Joker Platoon. The best of the best."


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  17. Laine_Snowtrekker

    Laine_Snowtrekker Jedi Grand Master star 5

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    Jul 8, 2003
    OOC: Playing a bit of catch-up and coming to the present. Hi ya'll I'm back. :D

    IC: Gwen Levric
    The Darkest Night

    Levric stood stiffly in line with the others at the commodore's funeral, with just the right amount of concern on her face. It wouldn't do to be over- or under-concerned about the death of the ship's leader. Even if the loss had been a deep one (and it had, for a multitude of reasons), the representative of military intelligence aboard the Darkest Night could not look anything other than cool and calm.

    After the funeral, she'd retired to her room for a brief respite, in order to collect herself once more, as the last few days had been anything but collected. The Twi'lek Rebel and his compatriots had been barely helpful (as expected), and the knowledge that her two subordinates had gathered from him had come too late to be of use (as the prisoners had probably hoped). So, too, had been Wilmal's catch of the wrong freighter entering a docking bay before its passengers had infiltrated the ship and ended up in a firefight in a mess hall (probably to the consternation of Jingle). And now her team was busy with information regarding the person who'd blown themselves up instead of submitting to arrest, including Debgate's holos of the event, and Englewood's poisoning and subsequent death. Unfortunately, there was actual footage of that event, and Gwen was fairly certain she'd never forget that.

    And not everything about that made sense, either. The trooper who was in custody seemed ignorant of the whole thing, despite circumstantial evidence that strongly indicated him, but the only other option would be the operative Dax, who could be something different than what he said he was. As long as he was on board the Darkest Night, Levric would keep an eye out for anything suspicious from him. That would fit with her standard practice of keeping an eye on everyone, so it wouldn't necessarily be suspicious. MI kept eyes on everyone; they weren't the ISB, they were friendlier than that, but it was their job to identify threats and prevent them as much as possible.

    Which was a reason why the last few days had been rough enough with throwing Cain's reassignment and the mysterious reactions to her posting on top of it. Of all the people on the ship, the commodore was to be protected, and here she was, standing at the man's funeral. All that trust, all that work--all for naught, it seemed. Levric could ignore her sense of guilt for a long, long time--she wouldn't be in this business if she couldn't--but it was disappointing, all the same, and she did feel a sense of responsibility to her ship and the people on it.

    And while Cain was a threat--Levric would admit that to herself now--he had been a known entity, with predictable reactions and responses, and he was a consummate professional. Would that be the same of his replacement? Doubtful.

    She'd committed the messages she'd received to memory, too, and then deleted the thread she'd started. The first was downright cryptic: "They who you think are in the treehouse are not. And spilling the information will only hurt you, if spilled from the wrong people to you. It is best to use your own tools to find out who is really behind the voice calling down at you. But time is short. You must hurry. They are soon to be completed on the second light and the damage from the voice and the hidden history will be done."

    The second: "There's always someone bigger then the Big Kids: the Adults. The Adults crashed the Party. Trek carefully, for the answers you seek will lead to Unexpected Places & Damage. I will contact you again. Watch for a message. Be ready."

    After the funeral, during the routine tasks that followed, Levric had been contemplating those two messages since having first seen them. The end of the first one seemed to indicate the whatever-it-was that had been removed from the planet when they'd all been focused on the sentry moon, to their loss. And everything else--who in the Nine Hells were the Adults in her convoluted metaphor? How could there be anything beyond the Imperial and Rebel forces? And what would those hypothetical forces want in the universe at war?

    There were just too many players and not enough directions in this game.

    Of course, it wasn't a game when the consequences were life and death. She'd been looking for guidance from certain quarters with that posting and had just gotten more questions from entirely different quarters--questions that would apparently end up in 'unexpected places and damage' if she were to pursue finding the answers. But damage to who, or to what? Herself? The people she was responsible for? Her cause? Indeed, if these Adults were an actual force in the universe, the potential existed that they knew who she was beyond what anyone around her knew, and that was worrying. And why was she to wait for a message from this unknown entity, presuming they worked for the supposed Adults?

    "Senior Lieutenant Levric from the Bridge. Ma'am, should we expect any hypercomms to arrive for you, whilst we are in hyperspace?"

    Interrupted from her contemplation, Levric thumbed her comm. "Bridge, Levric here. I'm not expecting any hypercomms at present, but if any arrive, please alert me."

    After all, she wasn't expecting this unknown entity to contact her, but of course they might try, so the possibility existed that she'd receive a hypercomm.

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  18. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    IC: Natalia Markova
    Captain's Ready Room, Darkest Night

    The young woman turned her head slightly. Was he avoiding the question or just taking a moment to be curious about her? Something felt off, though she'd be the first to admit she wasn't one for picking up emotional cues from others. Body language and tone were something that she could never understand.

    "Sir?" she reiterated, "I plan to serve the Emperor in whatever capacity he deems necessary until I am no longer useful towards his goals. I will serve the Emperor until my death, as my father would." She did give him an answer to his question as she should, but she still didn't have the answer she needed. "Though I do find the necessity of me being a project manager for finding or creating efficiencies in engineering questionable. If you desire me to undertake this project I will follow your orders. However I cannot guarantee that you will get what you wish for. I am not schooled in management, or in engineering, I am more likely to fail than I am to succeed. This leads me back to my original question sir...why me? Why did you choose me when nothing in my records shows that I am qualified to handle this task?"

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  19. TheSilentInfluence

    TheSilentInfluence Silent and Friendly Mod of SWTV and SWC. star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    IC: Elena Shan
    Tactical Training Environment Room, Trooper Barracks, Darkest Night

    Elena smiled at Animal's remark. They look strong. I'm sure that they are, but they still need to get through my simulation. She stepped forward and walked up to "Business" and gave him a hard look before looking over "Face" and "Eyes" who was still wearing his helmet. Elena nodded at him before reaching over and gently pulling a thread from the undershirt of a Trooper that stood behind them. "Always watch for loose threads." She let it drop to the floor, knowing that the cleaning droids would get to it later before stepping back and placing her hand on her pistol.

    "I am Lieutenant Elena Shan, formerly of the 212th Attack Battalion, Ghost Company. I was born on Ureter and yes it is a backwater planet that was saved when the Empire put an Academy there." She paused, "If it wasn't for the Empire my brother and I would have starved to death. Many of you, I'm sure; are here because the Empire means something to you. I know that Joker Platoon has never had a woman in it's command, let alone as a soldier...but I hope that you will allow me to fight with you against the Rebels." She let out a slow breath and unhooked her pistol, clicking the safety off. She glanced sideways and made sure that she was clear; moving up a bit. There was a target 50 metres away and Elena hardly glanced at it before firing off a shot where it met it's target with a satisfying "Bang." before the laser disappeared. "If you do well in this simulation today maybe I'll teach out how to do that." Elena winked at them and stepped back again; putting the safety back on and hooking her pistol back into it's holster.

    "Sargent would you please explain what's going to happen today?" Elena looked back at Animal with nod.

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  20. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 10, 2001
    IC: Captain Duke P. (Patrick) Totter
    Ready Room, Darkest Night


    Totter almost had to hold back the vile taste of bile that threatened to come up at the patriotic words to the Emperor. The statement of loyalty was like dry, two week old stale bread with mold growing. It was read as if off the teleprompter at one's own execution. No one but ISB agents and Stormtroopers believed half of what Natalia just said on any personal level.

    Yet, Totter relented, he knew she had little choice. No one really did, even himself. But he, like many others, kept their mind on the militarty and out of loyalty politics. At least, Totter added lastly, that was the hope.

    He waited for her to finish before replying in a very simple manner, "And who drives those engines? You? Or the engineers? Engineers understand performance, technical guidelines, and other information about the inner workings. They know nothing---nothing---of what it is like to pilot those engines. But you do. An engine understands the limits of how far an engine can go technically, but you understand how far an engine can be pushed under the right hands.

    "Yes, this is a Star Destroyer. Not a starfighter. Commodore Englewood never envisioned you doing belly dives in this warship. However, he did envision someone who could push the envelop beyond what the engineers thought was possible. And he also envisioned someone who could fly more then one ship. That person was you by all accounts.

    "So, we can sit here and debate policy and protocol and say we're not this or that. Which there is a element of truth in everything just said. However, those who cannot adapt to the changing battlefield will perish. A TIE Pilot who cannot fire a blaster will die if he or she has to eject and defend themselves in hostile territory. The same with you, me, or anyone else. We cannot be one track minded. However," Totter brought up the computer screen, switched to another application, and typed in a few commands, before turning back to the Navigational Officer, "You're pending project orders have been terminated with engineering in the log file system. They were never transmitted, pending my go ahead. This meeting has convinced me that such an approach would not be profitable for you or for, as you say, the Emperor. With that said, Captain Markova, I ask you what more can you do for the Empire to meet a myriad of threats beyond the seat of that navigational seat? Is a Navigational Officer just a capital ship pilot or something more?"

    He needed her to see the bigger picture beyond the confines of a set job. If this set of questions didn't work, then he only thought of one more alternative which---included into the realm of near insanity---would have to get approved by their new commanding officer when he took over.


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  21. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    IC: Natalia Markova
    Captain's Ready Room, Darkest Night

    Again all she could do was sit and listen as Captain Trotter laid into her again. Or at least that's what it seemed like? She didn't know what he was doing as he brought up the request she'd sent in before talking to him. It seems he's made his judgment of her, even though she had just a simple, to her question. And she got her answer in a roundabout way.

    "However, those who cannot adapt to the changing battlefield will perish."

    It was another test, just like on the surface of Lespawn, and she had failed it. Was all her training worth nothing to her. You never question your orders. But, how could she not. The last time she was forced outside of her duties she murdered half a dozen beings. What new hell would this test bring forth. Though it seems her orders were changing now. He asked her again what more she could be. What more skills she had to bring to her position as Navigator.

    "Is a Navigational Officer just a capital ship pilot or something more?"

    "By its very definition sir that is what a Navigator is." Her voice was quiet not raised though a little shaky. "We guide and direct our ships through space in furtherance of our mission. Do I have skills beyond astronavigation yes but, I do not find them applicable to the task you previously assigned me." she looked down finalizing her thoughts. "Surely you read the other's reports of what happened on Lespawn sir? You know that I completed the mission though not without great difficulty the Commodore asked me to do something beyond my capabilities and I succeeded. Though it is clear it would have been faster and safer if he'd brought along a stormtrooper, even a cadet one than me. I can meet your challenge, but I would not rely on the skills I learn from this endeavor in a time of need. It would put all of us at great risk. With time and not under pressure I'm sure I can meet meager expectations, but I am ill equipped to give you the perfection we all strive for." She met his eyes waiting for him to dismiss her. He'd made his case clear he wanted her to act outside her box and she was telling him that it would go poorly.

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  22. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 10, 2001
    IC: DW-418121 ("Animal"; Craig Anthony Stewart), Second Squad (Joker Platoon), etc.
    Tactical Training Environment Room, Trooper Barracks, Darkest Night


    Animal nodded to the Lieutenant and stepped forward, "Standard simulation guidelines, your blaster packs were certified & checked at the door for training bolts. Still, check your fire on friendlies. The Old Man is up in observation. Look sharp. Holographic fields will display once the simulation starts with hardened barriers to produce from ground floor level. Hostile holographic tangos will be Partisans, whose data files have been updated to reflect Military Intelligence updates on the group. Don't expect a easy foe, gentlemen.

    "Mission op is straight forward. You are pinned by enemy artillery fire. While your current position is considered safe, you are unable to retreat due to the artillery bombardment and your original orders highlight the need to advance to eliminate a tactical risk to the main body of troops engaged with enemy units. Second Squad has been dispatched from Joker Platoon to flank the enemy artillery position. Despite initial success, you've become pinned down and cut off from the main Imperial force. Command urgently needed the artillery line disabled, but cannot assist you as a enemy unit has flanked the Imperial main body on the opposite side, drawing any relief forces to that sector. You are alone, with no aid.

    "While the Partisan position is purely defensible around the artillery, the land between your covered position and that of the enemy is littered with bomb craters, debris, and a weathering artillery barrage that can easily track you in the open. Despite a thinned two squads of Partisan infantry acting as security to the artillery, enemy snipers prove to be your biggest threat, covering your approaches where the artillery cannot. Your mission is to cover the ground between your cover and the artillery positions. Successful completion of mission guidelines will be crossing the far enemy position.

    "Standard deployment of squad; myself, DW-418124, Face, and DW-418126 are Assault Team A. Tech, Business, DW-418127, and DW-418129 are Assault Team B. Eyes, you have free roam & take out targets of opportunity or on command from assault teams. Lieutenant Shan will be leading our efforts today. Questions?"

    There were none.

    Animal talked into his helmet comm, "Second Squad ready, observation."

    Suddenly red lights started flashing above with alarm noises and Animal barked, "To your positions!"

    Everyone ran to the far side of the room and huddled under the observation window far above. Before everyone's eyes, holographic displays flowed in and the floor morphed with hardened barriers rising from the ground, the once lifeless grey barriers being quickly covered by full color holographic styling. Warped lifeless trees, turned up ground & bomb craters, and a darkening sky with artillery sounds & battle sounds both near and far filled the TER. Flashes of artillery shells exploding both near & far in the sky gave brief light to an increasingly dark sky. On the far end, what appeared to be earthworks and the distant yelling of voices and artillery muzzle flashes in even a greater distance behind marked the enemy line.

    The Old Man's voice boomed ahead on the intercom, "Simulation start in sixty seconds!"

    Animal looked to Shan, "Lieutenant?"


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  23. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    IC: Sandy
    Auxiliary Hanger Bay (Forward Hanger), Darkest Night; hyperspace


    Things were moving quickly now.

    Too quickly.

    For the briefest of moments, Sandy wondered deep down if he had chosen the wrong side in this war? Did he accept the wrong offer? Yes, all of this had been laid out. Had been foreseen. But it was not laid out, nor foreseen by Sandy. Rather, he was trusting blindly in a mythical kingdom that most people said were bedtime stories. It was laid out by them, foreseen by them.

    Yet, in the middle of it all, lay his friend, Peter Englewood, dead. Their memories together were true & honest; a friendship had grown through that experience. But it was the 3 years between then and 5 BBY that would land Sandy here, beyond just a friendship. And it was that friendship, honoring a man now passed on to the Force, that the guilt of Sandy's true mission lay to bear.

    And he, ever so briefly, questioned if everything that had happened since 9 BBY was reality or just a fantasy.

    As the crowds filed out---except for a handful of cleanup technicians and droids and the odd ball or two straggler---was Sandy and Lieutenant Levric.

    Sandy sighed. For some reason, his handlers always seemed to be right about the flow of events, although every now and then they were famously mistaken. They learned quickly from such blunders and never made the same mistake twice.

    Although this timing, here, was...

    Sandy sighed. Should he tell her? Could he tell her?

    He thought on it a long moment as he started walking towards her.

    And his answer: no.

    At least, not yet.

    Now was not the time for intergalactic spy games. Now, was the time to mourn the loss of a comrade, understand themselves, and understand their common enemy.

    Which was not the Empire.


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  24. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    IC: Captain Duke P. (Patrick) Totter
    Ready Room, Darkest Night


    Totter tapped his fingers on the desk in repeated fashion, as if playing an invisible musical instrument, as his other hand rested in a fist on his chin. He held his eyes on the navigational captain as she spoke. When she finished, he held that stare a moment longer as he thought.

    What did Englewood see in her? By all accounts, Natalia was content on being the cookie cutter Imperial crew member whose only career goals were to finish out her first term of enlistment with a clean service record, avoid the Imperial Security Bureau, and maybe reenlist a second time around if she didn't find anything in civilian sector to her liking.

    Duke resisted the urge to dismiss her in a angry tone, disappointed tone, like a parent to a child when not achieving the parent's expected guidelines for success. He also resisted to not sigh out loud, although that urge was harder to control he had to admit. He was expecting to see fire, drive, excellence in the young navigational captain; her academy records and professional recommendation and request by Commodore Englewood were all shinning examples of a young officer destined for the admiral ranks.

    Duke allowed a brief thought to enter his mind: was Peter wrong?

    The Executive Officer had firmly disagreed with his former Commanding Officer's stunt on Lepsawn 1-9. And Duke had made his disagreements known, privately to Peter, before the "away mission". Not only did Englewood put several well trained Imperial crew members & pilots in danger---let alone the Commanding Officer himself---he also did so without a trained security detachment in a war zone with no prior team training. Every protocol in Imperial policy had been broken. And if it wasn't for Peter's death, Duke was for Force certain that Englewood would be heading his way to a court martial; instead, his death allowed such a investigation to be largely avoided---since no one died from the away team or verbally complained about the mission up the chain of command beyond Englewood----and his career to be concluded in one of honor and dignity, not shame and lack of trust in command with a court martial.

    Duke sighed mentally. He would honor his dear friend's dying wishes, even if it meant his own death & dishonor.

    Duke turned to his computer, typed in a few commands, then turned to the navigational captain, "I'm having you assigned to training with the shuttle pilots one day a week, transferring one of your shifts to another officer so you don't become over taxed. This is an order, Captain Markova. It'll be with Captain Zeek "Outbound" Sanddoom; he's one of the very best. Your new orders are pending the 714th's commanding officer's approval and won't start for another two days. I don't expect you to be a shuttle pilot, Captain, rather a alternative if the need arises in an emergency. And, maybe, you could show the block heads in the 714th Special Operations Shuttle Group a thing or two about navigation & piloting---they think they know it all.

    "I would like to think I'm doing this for your career's own good. Flexibility, Navigational Captain Natalia Markova, is key to a long career and, as you so excellently put, in the Emperor's service. Dismissed, Captain."

    There, his final card played.


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  25. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    Mar 28, 2004
    IC: Sergeant First Class Adrias Stark
    One of many Freshers, Javin Oversector Command & Administrative Complex


    Adrias was about to react when the Captain shoved him out of the way. He gave him a “thank you” grunt and nod. The man just saved his life. He shifted his attention back to the target. Who was that guy!? He went from 0 to 100 over a matter of seconds.

    Then the target bursted out of his stall. The image would have been comical, him clinging to his pants, a blaster in hand. There was a crazy gleam in his eye. That was a man who was ready to die. Adrias feared those fanatics as you could expect anything of them. The Captain valiantly attacked the man. A brief scuffle ensued which ended with his superior officer sticking a blaster pistol in the target’s mouth and blowing his brains out.

    Adrias opened his mouth to say something. What did the man get him into!? He hoped he didn’t turn traitor unwittingly. But Adrias clearly heard the target talk to someone on a commlink. But that could have been the ISB? Or maybe not… he hoped that the man was a traitor and they had stopped his nefarious plot.

    A stormtrooper suddenly entered the refresher. That was quick!? They hadn’t made that much noise, given what had happened. Besides the refreshers were relatively soundproof. After all you don’t want the sounds that one made while inside to come out… The Captain lowered the pistol but as soon as he placed it on the ground he kicked it towards Adrias. He had quick reflexes and managed to snatch it as soon as the stormtrooper fired at the Captain. It was a shoot-to-kill blast, which was not ordinary as protocol usually involved a stun blast in order to arrest the assailants and then the ISB could torture them for information. There was not much time to think, Adrias had switched the pistol to stun and fired a couple of bluish rings towards the trooper. Hopefully that would knock him out.

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