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 Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 6:54 pm
The Imperial Empire "You may win the occasional battle against us, Vorrik, but the Empire will always strike back."
―Gilad Pellaeon "History is on the move, Captain. Those who cannot keep up will be left behind, to watch from a distance. And those who stand in our way will not watch at all."
―Thrawn
General InformationForm of Government: Confederacy
Constitution: Imperial Charter
Official language: Imperial Basic
Capital: Bastion
Founding Document: Imperial Reunification
Head of State/Government and Commander-in-Chief: Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet
Legislative Branch: Imperial Council of Moffs
Executive Branch: Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet, Imperial Council of Moffs
Establishment: 19 ABY
Currency: Imperial Credit
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 6:55 pm
General Information "TROOPS is filmed on location with the men of the Imperial forces. All suspects are guilty. Period. Otherwise, they wouldn't be suspects, would they?"
―Announcer OrganizationThe government of the Imperial Remnant is headed by the Imperial Council of Moffs, which generally seems to act like an authoritarian oligarchy with overtones of confederation. Each Moff represents a component sector of the Remnant and governs that sector with few apparent checks or balances to their authority from within that sector. Moffs also act as military commanders in a similar fashion to the governors of the Old British Empire, wherein the Moff is the commander-in-chief of his or her Sector Fleet, but the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Forces can command all Imperial military and naval assets including Sector Fleets during times of emergency or at the Supreme Commander’s convenience.
The authority of the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet to commandeer the moffs' regional units seems to be the only (or at least, the only explicitly demonstrated) direct political check to the Council of Moffs’ powers. The Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet acts much like a chief of state in a democratic or republican state. It is still partially unclear exactly how the Council of Moffs appoints or elects a new Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet, and completely unknown how moffs arrive at their stations. Given the limited venues of public expression and general disdain for republican or democratic ideology, open elections seem highly unlikely.
Economically, the Imperial Remnant suffered tremendously following the signing of the peace treaty between the Empire and the New Republic. Cheaper goods manufactured in the Republic flooded Imperial markets, and the Imperial credit's value plummeted rapidly and remained weaker than the New Republic’s for several years.
In social terms, the Imperial Remnant is a drastically different place from the Palpatine-era Empire. Blatant anti-alien and anti-female bias is mostly now a thing of the past—so much so now that one of the Moffs during the Yuuzhan Vong invasion was a woman. Life in the Remnant is currently said to be much like life in the New Republic in terms of basic rights. MilitaryMilitarily, the Remnant maintains a Sector Fleet centered around a dozen or so Star Destroyers for each component sector, and a strategic force of ships under the command of the regular Imperial Starfleet. At the time of the Bastion Accords, the number of Star Destroyers in the Starfleet was said to be approximately two hundred, with some thousands of smaller capital ships. Given the poor economic condition of the Empire following the end of the Galactic Civil War, it seems unlikely that the Remnant would have expanded its forces to any great degree. The primary ships of the line in the Imperial Starfleet remain the venerable Imperial- and Victory-class Star Destroyers that it has relied on for decades — a testament to the sturdiness and prowess of the designs. In addition, the Imperial Remnant was in possession of one last "Super Star Destroyer" of unspecified class just prior to the Yuuzhan Vong attack on Bastion. At that time, the Imperial Starfleet was mainly fielding smaller and often aging warships of various numbers and types, such as the Vindicator-class and the nigh-ancient Dreadnaught-class, which had been commissioned as heavy cruisers decades before the Clone Wars.
The main Imperial starfighters seen in action against the Yuuzhan Vong were the TIE interceptor and the TIE Defender, and although they acquitted themselves well enough against Yuuzhan Vong Coralskipper fighters, they were never quite as effective against Yuuzhan Vong craft as "stutterfire"-capable Galactic Alliance craft. Curiously, the SoroSuub Preybird and Incom I-7 Howlrunner fighters that were increasingly becoming the backbone of the Imperial fighter force prior to the Galactic Civil War’s conclusion seem to have taken a backseat to TIE fighter designs. This could perhaps be at the behest of Grand Admiral Pellaeon himself, who was known to have criticized the Preybird design shortly before the signing of the Bastion Accords.
The Imperial Army seems to have remained in fighting trim, given the fact that Imperial ground forces assisted in the liberation and occupation of Coruscant at the end of the war against the Yuuzhan Vong, and the AT-AT walker was apparently still in use. In addition, the Imperial Stormtroopers remain in existence, although it is unknown if the designs have been updated since the end of the Galactic Civil War.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 6:57 pm
The Chain of Command "Why, Master Yoda, what a delightful surprise! Welcome! Let me be the first to wish you Happy Empire Day!"
―Palpatine An informative and detailed description of Imperial ranks, comparisons between branches, and uniform regulations may be found HERE. I refuse to regurgitate information already spelled out so wonderfully, because it would involve too many Photobucket trips. XD Also, the Post Two information was shamelessly jacked from Wookieepedia, which is a loveable source of Star Wars information.
The ranks below encompass the Imperial Navy, Imperial Army, and political rankings. They are in order of hierarchy, and grouped together as like ranks. All questions should be answerable by the above link, but PM K 19 if you're stuck. This also serves as the Imperial memberlist. Quote: Non-enlisted Personnel [Navy/Army]- - Itovaa Paine (Psyon Black) BARTENDER Quote: Officer Cadet [Navy/Army] Quote: Midshipman (Ensign) [Navy] Quote: Acting Sub-Lieutenant [Navy] Second Lieutenant [Army] Quote: Sub-Lieutenant [Navy] - Aurora Mendayaii (Shikeishuu)Lieutenant [Army] Quote: Lieutenant [Navy] Captain [Army] Quote: Lieutenant Commander [Navy] Major [Army] Quote: Commander [Navy] Lieutenant Colonel [Army] Quote: Captain [Navy] Colonel [Army] Quote: Line Captain [Navy] High Colonel [Army] Quote: Commodore [Navy] Brigadier [Army] Quote: Rear-Admiral [Navy] Major General [Army] Quote: Vice-Admiral [Navy] Lieutenant General [Army] Quote: Admiral [Navy] General [Army] Quote: Fleet Admiral [Navy] High General [Army] Quote: High Admiral [Navy] Surface Marshal [Army] Quote: Grand Admiral [Navy] Grand General [Army]
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 8:18 pm
Stirring in bed Geddon upwoke, sitting upright. Cold beads of sweat rolled down his pale skin, feindishly dulled red from the nightglow lights above him. Sharp exhales exerted from himself, as if he had just outrun rancors. Dreams of himself fighting a clone or twin of somesort had become routine lately. His desire to decrypt thier meaning had been smothered by large amounts of computer scripting and coding, the Imperial Army had requested. More than wiling to comply, Geddon can now feel the effects of the posisition he was in. Nevertheless Geddon felt obligated and sworn to perform his duties to the max, a trait some admired while others despised. Shrugging the notion of some of the lessers wanting him for dead, he rose and dressed himself in the dull gray uniform asigned to him. He winced at the starchy material rubbing against his smooth, cool skin. Annoyance was tolerated but to a point, "You would think they would want you comfortable when working, but then again it is the Imperials were talking about." He thought to himself, exiting his room and entering the well lit hallways of the base.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 1:29 pm
Vonne Zhbur, High Admiral, had spent most of her Flag Officer career behind a desk. It wasn't that The Bureaucracy had politely tried to sweep her under the loading ramp, per say, but rather, few occurances called for a decorated war hero. Instead, she had opted to divide her time between Bastion and the Imperial flagship Iron Fist, occasionally making appearences at the Academy. Truly, her career seemed to have stagnated, as all careers do.
Her Bastion office was quiet and out of the way, rarely disturbed by the petty problems which would no doubt be thrust upon the junior officers. She drafted reports, worked Imperial politics, and conducted Meetings of Importance in her wing. Rarely could anyone less than a Commodore be seen in her vicinity, and thus the air she swept about her seemed to be regally tinged. She conducted her business well and briskly, commanded respect of those around her, and wanted nothing more than a war to break out.
This evening was, really, no different than all evenings previous. The planet's sun had long since dipped below the horizon, and the glowpanels were turned to maximum efficiency. She claimed it kept her awake. A steaming cup of caffa sat at her elbow as she scrolled through what might have been the twentieth ship report that day. It was fine reading material to her. In nearly sixty years of life, she found that fiction bored her, nonfiction writings were melodramatic, and nothing would hold her attention better than an arithmetic textbook. Reports, like math books, were droll, but at least were concice and had points. In her time as a captain, her reports had been hailed by the Moffs as being informative and short, and part of her couldn't understand why the kids running the ships these days couldn't get the hang of-- A gentle buzz broke her reverie and alerted her to a visitor.
"Come," she commanded through the desk-to-wall comm system, her voice diplomatically betraying none of the annoyance she felt for having been interrupted at this hour. The door whisked open, and a drably-clad junior officer stepped through and strode robotically forward, only to stop two paces from Vonne's desk. Such precision, such a practiced salute, and such an automatic message told her he was fresh from the academy. An ensign. She looked up to see a confirmation. Her body may be aging, but her mind was certainly still sharp.
"Speak," she said, her eyes threatening to return to her work if the child in front of her didn't relay his message fast enough. She didn't normally speak with one-word commands, but she had been planning to wrap up for the evening. She checked the chronometer-- not evening, night. It was almost the twenty-first hour.
The boy indeed spoke, and the admiral was pleased with his brevity. She even nodded to him as he exited, a rare enough gesture for one such as herself. She stood to collect her effects: the message had been interesting indeed.
The ensign, meanwhile, could have leapt for joy once the door closed behind him. He had survived his first encounter with High Admiral Vonne Zhbur, soon to be Moff Zhbur, and she had acknowledged him! He couldn't keep a grin from plastering itself on his face, and certainly couldn't wait to tell his bunkmates about this latest victory.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 2:37 pm
Walking a slower pace than usual Geddon listened to his rythmic footsteps, a slight distortion diverted his gaze as he passed a security computer console. Walking up to it, Geddon ran a routine diagnostic test on the computer. Frowning, the route sheet indictated service intervals were behind, quite a bit in fact. Shaking his head, he let out a snort of hot air. This annoyance was a bothersome and neglectful one. Such irresponsible neglegence could be disastorous, Patches, Slicer guards and updates needed to be religously installed and monitored, it was a wonder such actions did not go unpunished. At that moment a disturbance down the hall diverted his attention elsewhere, an ensign had decided to parade down the hall beaming with authority that was not his own. Tracing his direction of descent, Geddon assumed the ensign must've had recoginition from a higher ranking officer. Imaturity was a nuisance, one closely related to irresponsible actions. The difference lied within the fact Immaturity was preventable, where as the later was an occurence already commited and done. Finishing the update Geddon continued his journey to his station, now quickening his step as the delay had took longer than expected.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 1:13 pm
Aurora Mendayaii paced over the crew pits one more time before turning back towards the end of the bridge. She noticed several eyes watching her as she went. Normally a Lieutenant Commander would be in charge of a Victory class Star Destroyer. Unfortunatly the current commander of the vessel was in his quarters drunk. This she hoped to fix soon.
She did not even need to look at a chronometer to know that it was nearing the appointed time for her action. Then right on cue the door at the back of the bridge slid open, and through the portal stepped a stormtrooper, another sub-lieutenant, and a comms officer. She then nodded to the comms officer to her left, who immediatly stood up and began to walk to the end of the crew pit, and began her walk to the door at the end of the bridge.
As she neared the other 3 other personnel the stormtrooper turne around and strode with her through the door. When Aurora stepped through the door with the comms officer and stormtrooper she immediatly saw the 3 other troopers already standing there waiting for them. She nodded to each of them in turn. It was a very solemn moment, and none of them wanted to break the silence.
The all walked through the ship to the Lieutenant Commander's quarters. Once they reacher his quarter's she hit a series of keys on the pad near the door, and silently the door slid open to reveal a room quite unbefitting the commander of a ship. There were bottles of empty drinks everywhere, and the place had clerarly not been cleaned in a long time. The 4 troppers fanned out through the room and encircled the commander who was in a drunken sleep on his bed. She then walked up to the end of his bed with the comms officer 2 steps behind and to her left. Then in her most commanding tone she said, "Lieutenant Commander Verrin I am here by placing you under arrest."
Verrin had quickly woken up once she began to talk to him, however it was not until she finished that he became fully aware of what was happening. "How can you place me under arrest, I am your commanding officer!" He yelled at her.
Aurora looking completely unphased merely stated, "You are under arrest for the following charges," she then withdrew a datapad from pocket and began to read aloud, "dereliction of duty, mis-appropriation of Imperial funds, cunduct un-becoming of an officer, gross negligence, gross incompetence-"
As she had been reading Verrin's face had grown redder and redder, and suddenly he burst out cutting her off, "YOU THINK YOU CAN GET ME ARRESTED I WILL HAVE YOU ALL SHOT!"
Aurora and the troopers did not even flinch away from Verrin's screams then once more Aurora began to calmly speak, "I have a significant amounty of evidence already stored on datapads, and I know that you have all the rest i need on your personal datapad and datacards."
Verrin did not grow red this time this time her grew very pale. "You think you have won, but if I go down you will all go down with me!" Verrin then reached under his pillow, and grabbed something he had barely even began to pull it out before he was shot by the stormtroopers however. The device he ahd grabbed then rolled out of his limp hands and onto the floor were everyoen saw that it was a thermal detonator.
Aurora then turned her back to her former commandng officer and spoke directly to the comms officer. "You are to find all his datacards and storage devices, you are then to slice into them and find all his illegal dealings, logs, and other files that will incriminate him, and then once you have dowe this bring al files to me."
THe comms officer who was also a superb slicer quickly set about the task finding all the datacards in the large mess that was the commander's quarters. Aurora then filed out with the stormtroopers and headed to the bridge were the other comms officer should already be trying to contact someone in Fleet Command.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 5:23 pm
(Shike please make your 'verbal' text colorful.) ((EDIT: it doesn't have to be coloured, Armageddon; the rest of us simply do it beacuse it's easy to read. ;3 ~ K))((( (I didnt say he had to, i just asked nicely if he could for that sole reason smile ))) As Geddon emerged from the dimly lit hallways, he quickly held his breath as an all to familiar scent of burning flesh came rushing forward to meet him. Catching the final glimpses of some random officer being dragged by troopers down a corridor, Geddon shook his head. " Never a dull moment here" Geddon thought to himself, as incidents such as these were a commonality around here. Placing himself at his designated station, the cool vinyl material of the seat sent sharp thrills up Geddon as the tempature of the seat and desk transferred through his clothes. Shaking the slight discomfort, he began to emerge himself in his work. His fingers flew through commands, and security patches. Occasionly muttering to what seemed to be himself, other officers around him peered over the large computer systems and file organizers to locate the noise. Seeing it was Geddon, they returned to thier work, accustomed to the ritualistic rambling of the programmer who in a short few months surpassed most of them in the station. A newly assigned Officer not use to this procession, who was unluckily posistioned next to Geddon, couldnt help but stare. Geddon use to this pratical joke his commanding officers inhibited upon him regularly, was use to the attention he was getting. Everything was going as patterned as a sith's tribal markings til, the new officer spoke up with annoyance. " Hey, weirdo. Mind keeping your thoughts and granduer of programming to yourself, you git!" The rookie apparently frustrated and fed up with the distraction had now risen to his feet. It only took Geddon a few seconds to see what was goign on, a breif glimpse of a marking on the rookies wrist told him all he needed to know. This placement was not a joke, they had intentionally placed a military combat trained officer next to him in the hopes the ex-military 'bantha' would knock the snot out of Geddon. " Jealously, is for fools." Geddon thought to himself glancing toward the mirrored windows of his comanding officers office, positive they were watching the spectacle unfold before them with growing anticipation. Geddon knew the officer would not back down and was intent on fighting. Releasing a sigh of frustation knowing his schelduled security checks, and patches would now be delayed, Geddon rose facing the much larger man in front of him who was know cracking the vertabrae in his thick viened neck. " Im gonna crush you, you pathetic geeky programmer." The large burly man spoke as specks of spit flew from his spiced rum laden mouth. Geddon looked at the man with interest and smiled. " I hope you are well coordinated when intoxicated my large friend." Friend had barely left his mouth when the man came tumbling toward him with feriocity. Dodging two punches consecutively, Geddon launched his now comfortably warm chair at the man, rolling quickly it colided with the man's knees buckling them instantly. Walking up to the man who was trying to gain balance and stand up stumbled over again, Geddon extended a hand. Everyone around the combatants were in shock at the scene before the, ecspecially the commanding officers above in thier warm, well lit office. Geddon awaited for the extension of the collapsed man's hand before him, only to find a fist quickly planted into his stomach. Geddon fell back in pain as the air escaped his body and left him riddled in darkness. Another deafening punch accompanied by a sickened crunch told him his nose had been broken. Warm fluid poured acrossed his face, awaiting for the final impact to end his life Geddon slipped from conciousness.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 7:59 pm
Aurora Mendayaii stood at rigid attention on the holoprojector looking forward at the holoprojection of the Imperial Rear-Admiral who began to speak in a slow measured tone. "What exactly made you think that killing an Imperial Officer was the correct thing to do in this situation?"
Aurora responded in a slightly deferential tone, "I had no intention at the time of killing the Lieutenant Commander I had merely shown taken the initiative and attempted to arrest him, however he attempted to kill 4 stormtroopers, an ensign, and me with a thermal detonator. If you would like I can send you the video feed of the arrest as well as all charges that I intended to levy against the former Lieutenant Commander."
The Rear-Admiral looked at her hard for a moment before responding in a rather cold voice. "Yes I believe that would be very helpful of you."
Aurora reached over to a console and typed a series of keys which would send all the data the slicer had acquired from the datacards as well as her own reports. The Rear-Admiral's eyes began to widen as he saw the long list of charges which she had managed to put together."I will of course need to verify these charges as well as all the evidence you have put together. This will of course be a mere formality as I can see that many of these are from directly Imperial records. Aurora Mendayaii until further notice you are hereby promoted to the rank of Commander and you are given command of the vessel 'Barricade'. Is there anything else you would like to tell me?" The Rear-Admiral's tone had changed for his last sentence so that he sounded less cold.
Aurora Mendayaii nodded slightly before beginning, "Yes there are several requests I would like to make."
The Rear-Admiral looked a little hard at her again, "Certainly go ahead." he stated mildly.
Aurora typed on the console near her again. "I am sending to you all formal requests now. I would like to change the name of the ship to 'Black Rose', I would like to use data acquired from my former commander and hunt down as many criminals as possible within Imperial territory, and I would like to try 2 experiments on board the ship"
As she the word 'experiment' the Rear-Admiral's left eyebrow rose slightly. "Just what kind of experiments would you like to perform?"
Aurora but a bit more emotion into her speech now, "I would like to end the Imperial doctrine which attempts to use droids as little as possible, in order to do this I would like to requisition a rather new form of droid which should be nearing field testing faze of an independent corporation. I would also like to equip the officers of this ship with a new style of blaster pistol, as I believe the Empire has too long been set in a single style."
The Rear-Admiral closed his eyes for a second. "I will grant your requests for now, however if anything even begins to go bad you will be demoted to ensign with no chance of promotion possible ever." he said slowly and calmly.
"Thank you Admiral" Aurora said with a salute. "All data on the droid models and blaster pistols is included in the data I have sent you."
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 7:22 am
Music harmoniously encircled the room, difficult and impossibly complex, the treble collided with the bass with a force equal to that of a Rancor roar. The R0-D droid sat posistioned in the middle of the room, emmiting color arrays to match that of the tone of music. The dark figure sat posistioned on his throne like chair marveling at the spectrum induced equation gleaming across his shining skeletal features. His dark bluish purple robe billowing over his crisp ironed dark gray officer suit created menacing shadows that danced with the rainbow of colors now emmiting with great intense from the robots holographic projector.
A rap at the metal door, broke the rythmic beat instantly, Frustrated the figure ceased the music, and glided to the door. Opening with a hiss of stale compressed air, a low rank officer stood at attention awaiting for permission to speak. "This had better be good, enter." The dark shadowed figured walked back toward his seat posistioning himself upon it he gave the anxious humanoid permission to speak with a wave of his hand. " Sir, two incidents have broken out on the Comm bridge. A high ranking officer was accused of several counts of treason, and several other crimes. While being arrested the man became suddenly apprehensive and attempted to engaged a thermal detanator. He was quickly silenced. Moments later a brawl ensued between a Braddock O'Casie former Stormtrooper Xp-417 and a computer programmer Geddon Alypse. Both men are in the Injury wing, Geddon is unconcious." The officer ended with a sigh of relief, proud he did not falter during the report. "Tell me, why do you waste my time with such needless information? Do you think such reports on minor activities will help you gain status among your peers?" The man now standing was begginning to become infuriated and enraged. The officer stared into the bloack hollow eye sockets of his commanding officer and trembled. "Si...Sir, Th...The...The Arresting officer has requested rank and to perform side expierments... You have asked for notification on such actions... The co..computer Program...m..mer has displayed extrodinary capabilities in the computer f..f..fie..ld, his presence as of lately is posing threat to..to..to others around him, th..thus the assination attempt, You also asked for notification on such matters as well." The officer finished bowing his head and sobbing in fear.
The skulled figure shifted uncomfortably. Leaning toward the officer Ul-Sito attempted a smile, "You live to see another day, my short friend." Ul-sito sat back sharply in his seat widdling his fingers in motions mumbling to himself. Noticing the officer still standing before him he motioned him away. "Thank you, S..Sir." With a short bow the man turned on heel in perfect militay form, almost reaching the door the scratchy voice beckoned once more. "Bring me Aurora Mendayaii, as well as Geddon Alypse once he awakens, also your turn was 3.754 degrees off from the standard 180 degree turn, fix it." With an annoyed but acknowledging salute the man exited once more with the militarlistic turn. Smirking Ul-Sito chuckled internally as the humanoid had managed to close the gap of degrees to 1.342. The Hydro Pnuematic door shut slowly with a hiss, Ul-Sito sat down, his head now whirling with anticipation on the next set of events, attempting to account for all the variables. Engaging the motionless droid once more the superior officer sat back in relxation and wonder awaiting for his protege's.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 3:10 pm
(C'mon guys get active and start posting!!! We got some catching up to do!!)
The constant throb of pain was almost unbearable, Geddon wished he was still unconcious. Attempting to raise himself up to survey his surroundings, Geddon felt an onrush of nausea, as the room began to spin, Geddon sharply turned to the left side of his, attempting to open his mouth and relase the hot wretched liquid emmitied from his stomach, unaware his injuries were far more horrendous then first assumed, vomit sprayed in all directions through the brace latched to his face. The sweet decayed smell of leftover's mixed with his stomach acid filled the room immeaditly. A medical droid rolled in curiously, trying to locate the source of the noise. Noticing the mess, along with the smell it's sensory inputs were sending, the droid signaled for a janitorial droid to cleanup the mess. "Geddon Alypse, patient# 54276 injuries sustained: Broken nose, broken jaw, 2 cracked ribs. Corrective surgery performed: 2 Bacta treatments, Frontal Skull bone Brace, self tightnening Bone bandages. Prognosis of Recovery: Good Estimated time of departure: 4.....ASAP." The monotonous droid stopped at the number 4 realizing an agenda change had been made. "Muhhmhuih Whumhum" Geddon attempting to talk found it useless, his apparent unapproval of the departure time fell on deaf ears as the droid turned away tending to another patient. Geddon fell back in his medical bed closing his eyes to attempt to resituate his dizziness, in doing so Geddon passed out once more into unconiciousness as the bandages around his ribs tightened to ensure proper bone healing, causing undescribable pain.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 5:09 pm
Aurora Mendayaii was looking at the last of many service records when there where three short knocks on her door. She then looked up and in a short clipped voice merely said "Enter". The door then silently slid open and through the threshold stepped an ensign. He gave a solid proper salute before beggining, "Ma'am the first of the droids are currently being loaded onto the ship, and a shuttle has just arrived for you. It has given all the proper clearence codes, but we do not know under hwat jurisdiction it falls."
Aurora was rather surprised by the arrival of a shuttle for her since she had not reuested one nor had she gotten any summons. That aside she knew that a shuttle with high enough clearence to request her likely came from someone pretty high up. She quickly finished requesting the reassignment of Geddon to her ship before standing up. She then grabbed her new pistol, taking just a moment to admire it's much sleaker design, and walked out of her quarters to the bay to see where the shuttle would take her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 11:10 am
A stale familiar artificial wind blew past the officer. He stood at attention next to the shuttle awaiting the summoned Aurora Mendayaii, he disliked such mundane tasks, that required little effort, though the fact of such a high authority given task elevated his mood a bit. Noticing the figure walking toward, he quickly glanced at his glowing datapad to verify her identity, the portarit staring back at him looked less distressed and younger, a common trait found in the beggining of a imperial's career. Looking up once more, she had covered much more ground then expected, apparently time here had not affected her speed. Awkwardly saluting Aurora, attempting to finish the salutations prior to her passing the threshold of greetings. "Ah, Sub-LT. Mendayaii, pleasure to meet your acquaintance. I will be shuttling you today, for an important meeting with Commanding Officer Ul-Sito." Motioning toward the doorway of the humming shuttle, the officer awaited for Aurora's response.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 10:59 am
Aurora did not even need to make a cursory glance around the hanger to see the shuttle that was here for her. She quickly crossed the distance to the shuttle with strong even strides. As she neared he saluted and greeted her, she kept her face cold and impassive and only returned his salute before boarding the craft and seating herself in the back.
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ElladanKenet Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 2:34 pm
The Imperial 4th Fleet zoomed quietly into space around Bastion, the sky willing up with dozens of Destroyers, joining the Bastion Home Fleet. Far away, incoming traffic zoomed in and out of Bastion, hardly regarding the arrival of the new fleet. Such things happened every now and then.
The commanding officer, a human just getting into his forties sat in his command chair, aboard the Pellaeon-class Drednaught Exactor. He pushed a button on his command console, opening the channel to the High Admiral. "High Admiral Zhbur, this is Fleet Admiral Airet, arrived in system as per orders."
He let go the button, waiting for a reply. His fleet consisted of 24 Imperial III class Destroyers, 1 Pellaeon-class Dreadnaught, 3 Revenge-class Carriers, and 2 Beldon-class Cruisers. Escorting the sector fleet was an additional thousands of other ships, including Interdictor cruisers, Corvettes, Nebulon frigates, and recommisioned Venators. TIE Predators numbered in the thousands, if not tens of thouands. This fleet was the single largest of all 12 Sector Fleets.
The only force larger was the Bastion Home Fleet. Often called 'the Final Thirteenth,' the Home Fleet was an entire sector's worth of ships concentrated in the defense of Bastion, the Imperial capital. The Home Fleet was also the operating area of Judicator, the only surviving Star Dreadnaught from the Galactic Civil War, and the personal command ship of the Supreme Commander himself.
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