Equipment | Uniform, Code Cylinder, Blaster Pistol
Location | Secondary Bridge of FIV Concordia, Local Space
Objectives | Ordering Task Group Helix to support Task Group Orion
Allies | Natasi Fortan, The Major, Robogeber, Karl Von Strauss, Gromm Cardan, Morro, Cynthia Alucard
Enemies | Jorus Merrill, Silara Varis, Kaine Australis, Cathul Thuku, Mazik Stazi, Dracken Pryce, Mittens
Despite his utter incredulity at the ludicrous spectacle playing out before him, the Captain was unable to drag his eyes away from the frolicking purrgils. Pray tell, when did we end up in a holodocumentary and why didn't any of my officers think to warn me? He finally gave in to temptation, using the knuckles of his right hand to massage the space between his brows in hope of alleviating the massive headache that afflicted him. “C– Captain!” The stammer in his officer’s voice could only mean one thing in a time like this. Joy. More bad news. Already somewhat resigned by this point, Kou’ha allowed his arm to fall back to his side even as he turned his body to fully look his paling strategic officer, his eyes flickering to land on the hologram projection of a summa-verminoth.
The Epicanthix found the strength leeching away from his body at the sight, but before he could stumble a step backward, he leaned forward and placed both his hands flat on the surface of the display table to brace himself. Despite the stab of fear permeating his being, his mind continued to exert itself as it formed and discarded plans. As far as Kou’ha knew, these beasts only dwelled in the Maelstrom of the Maw Cluster. To have brought one so far from its natural dwelling just to gain advantage in battle… they had to be insane. Insane and filled with hubris, if they thought they could control a beast’s instincts to devour everything in its way indiscriminately.
He took in a deep rattled breath…
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
… and released his terror into the air along with his exhale.
Keeping the quote of his favourite novel at the forefront of his mind, Kou’ha found the steel of determination within his core once more. He straightened, and turned to face his fellow officers, his eyes making contact with each of them as he assessed how shaken they were. This. This was beyond anything the First Order could have predicted when they set their course for Skor II space. The Epicanthix could not blame any of them for their fear, because every single individual in the command bridge knew that their chances has diminished from what could have been a battle of attrition to what would most likely be an utter rout with the arrival of the summa-verminoth.
“I may not be as charismatic as our lady,” Kou’ha started, a wry smile devoid of any amusement pulling at the corner of his lips. In the utter silence that has befallen the bridge, his voice echoed through the room. “And I do not have any grand plans nor invincible strategies that would turn the tide of this battle. But remember this. We are all assigned to the Concordia and Battleground Nebula for a reason. We are some of the best men and women that the First Order Navy has to offer.” Despite his inexperience and doubts, the Captain knew that her ladyship was wiser than him in many aspects. If she saw worth in him, he would just have to believe in her vision and do his best to live up to her expectations.
“Many good people – our families, our lovers, our friends will perish here, and it will be on my orders... We are not going to yield.” Kou’ha paused for a moment, allowing the reality of the situation to dawn on them. “We took our oaths when we entered service. It is our sworn duty to serve and protect the Grand Moff, but we also have a duty to the people still fighting. Our ship, the Concordia, serves as a bastion of hope and morale for every member of the First Order military. We will not retreat, not until every last vessel in our fleets has been destroyed.” His eyes and throat burned at the thought of all those lives lost.
“I ask that you endure.”
Endure as they stood in the safety of their diplomatic colours and watch their fellow servicemen die.
Endure as their own Captain sent them out to despite knowing they will be heading to their deaths.
And of course, that was when things took a turn for the worse. After all, Fate cared not for the plight of the people.
“CAPTAIN! Hit the deck.”
Kou’ha made the mistake of looking over his shoulder. It was only due to his naturally swift reaction that he managed to shield his eyes from the shards of glasteel that showered over him and the rest of the officers on the command deck. The sudden and unexpected impact sent the young male sprawling to the floor. Several parts of his body stung as the sharp edges of the glasteel cut into his skin. Even as he shifted to ensure that nothing was broken or dislocated, he could feel a warm wet trail leaking down the side of his face from his temple but the Captain ignored it in favour of trying to discern who their assailants were. While the Epicanthix had never expected any sort mercy from the Coalition, he did not expect them to show absolute contempt for the diplomatic colours that the Concordia displayed either.
“Those dishonourable cowards,” Kou’ha spat out venomously, his eyes taking a quick scan of the viewports and various part of the bridge’s hulls. Even as the ship that transported the insertion vessels were destroyed in a bright explosion, their assailants’ pods began to cut into the command bridge hull, the sounds of laser cutting into durasteel grating against his nerves. “Protocol Omicron, now. Everyone who is able to, get into the turbolift.” Lithe and agile, as a practitioner of the arts of Teras Kasi were wont to be, Kou’ha got onto his feet and ran towards the turbolift. He slammed his fist against the emergency button, placing the whole of Concordia on high alert that the main command bridge has been compromised and that its surviving crew will be making their way towards the secondary bridge.
The Epicanthix, waited for as long as he could, for as many men and women that were able to move on their own power to enter the turbolift with him, before he closed the twin doors. Immediately, the thick metal shutters came down, sealing the prone bodies of his officers in the bridge with their assailants. He glanced over his surviving officers, injured and shaken, but still remaining calm in spite of their predicaments. Despite his slowly swelling anger at their situation, Kou’ha felt a sense of pride that he served with such fine individuals. Now, to get them out of this alive.
The turbolift doors opened, and the Captain of the Concordia was immediately flanked by other officers. As each of the officers from the command bridge exited the highly guarded area into the hallways deeper within the Star Destroyer, their code cylinders were scanned and logged into the ship records. With this, even if the enemies made use of the code cylinders of the officers left behind, they would not have free access to the rest of the ship. Above, in the main command bridge, the room began its lockdown, all its electronics shutting down in accordance to Protocol Omicron.
As his remaining officers briefed the others, Kou’ha stalked down the hallway, his determination and fury wrapping around him and sharpening his focus. He had lost a lot of good officers, men and women he respected and was just beginning to learn more about. It did not escape his notice that Vert was not part of the group that managed to evacuate safely. At his sides, his fist clenched, the only sign that the Epicanthix was affected by the events that happened moments ago. Whatever grief and sorrow and rage he felt rising within him, Kou’ha suppressed it viciously. It could wait.
He has a battle to observe and Task Force Helix to deploy.
The Epicanthix entered the emergency command bridge, the sounds of his boots against the metal floors sharp. His secondary team of officers were already waiting for him. Giving them a sharp nod in acknowledgement, Kou’ha stepped up to the strategic display. “Commander Cerise, I’d like a report on our current situation.” He looked around the room where the others were gathered nearby in preparation of taking over from the command bridge team, “Get the medics in here to take a look at the injuries. Instruct them not to bother me until I’m done.”
“Yes sir! We are still trying to determine the affiliation of the hostile that attacked us. There are twelve insertion vessels in all. All six insertion vessels penetrated the command bridge successfully, while the others aimed at other parts of the Concordia failed to deposit its load. One of them managed to take out a laser cannon.”
“What about the Grand Moff’s safety?” Ensuring her ladyship’s safety was first and foremost in his mind. “The remaining members of the FIST division has been deployed.”
“Good. Continue to update me on the situation, Commander.” Kou’ha turned on his heels to speak to his new communications officer. “Officer Quoise, please contact Captain Sern and give him to go ahead to move into battle. I want him to support Orion in their endeavours...” he looked at Command Imperator's dwindling fleet and made a decision. “He is to coordinate with Imperator in the absence of communications.” Once Helix has moved into the battlefield, it will be hard for Kou'ha to contact them with any further orders, considering their comms channels are still filled with noise and static. “Let Grand Admiral Rausgeber know that Task Force Helix is his to command.”
With Task Group Orion;
On board the FIV Kali, Captain Christner glared as the static interruptions still ran prevalent throughout their communications channel. Grand Admiral Rausgeber’s words were garbled and were interrupted by a sharp hiss and crackle every 2-3 words he spoke. While he did not necessary need it to command Orion, it would certainly make his life more convenient. But just in case communications became completely cut off, he nodded in the direction of his own communications officer. “San. Tell all the Captains of the corvettes in our group that they are to operate independently of command.”
He gave a disgusted look at the holographic model of the summa-vermonith displayed. Hopefully that thing would make itself useful and eat some of the purrgils instead. Surely having a flesh and blood meal would satisfy the beast better than the cold metal of ships? “And spread the word, ignore the space calamari. We don’t want to agitate it and set it on a rampage. We’ll focus all our firepower on the hostile we’re dealing with.” In a way, he had already accomplished the objective Captain Escala has assigned to him.
“Captain Christner! They've deployed gravity wells.”
Well, at least they had the purrgils between their group and the summa-verminoth.
OOC Note: I'm getting too overwhelmed by all the details, so I'm removing them and just keeping basic track by cutting out the ships that goes down in battle.
Edited by Kou'ha Escala, 06 August 2018 - 05:13 AM.