BODEN SYSTEM // ABOARD BRIDGE OF "The Athenian"
Armor: Auxila Combat Suit
Weapons: Helius BR | Xiphos Vibroblade
Status: Confident yet Hesitant
Allies: Khonsu Amon | Vindicta | The Golden Company & Core Imperial Confederation
Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore
Naval Complement: Thyrsian Classis III "Gladius"
"I'm nobody anymore. The Mandalorians took that from me, my identity, my belonging. I need to find my place, a new place to call home. Among all...all of this karking crap. Then, at least...I will know if I deserved to live."
Here was her. Here was she, in command of something that the woman knew that she deserved not to be in command of. Illy did not feel confident in her own abilities and prowess, especially now when so much responsibility was piled atop of her shoulders. She knew how to shoot a gun and she knew how to fight, yet she knew not how to take a life. She had never taken another’s life, she did not want to do such a heinous thing. It was something that she knew her father, her papa, didn’t want to do. And yet, she had no choice in such a matter. She had joined the Golden Company, a renowned mercenary company. In time she would be forced to take a life. It was an inevitability. She couldn’t sit idly by and refuse, she was forced to act. She would become better in time. Khonsu Amon was helping her and training her when the time was available and she wanted to be like him, he was confident, he was strong, he held sway with grand and auspicious gravitas...all things unlike of her. She wanted to be like him. She needed to be like him to survive in the messed up Galaxy that her parents had shielded her from, up until...those Mandalorians had taken them from her.
The Scion of house Syresh has been bestowed a small fleet by the grace of the Supreme Sun Guard. Illyria was young and naive in her youthful life, and such a thing transferred to her military and tactical experience as well. Khonsu had taught her bits and pieces of how to be a tactician both within the never-ending expanse of space, and the constriction of grounded warfare. She knew a few tactics, though to say she was gifted or that she knew entirely what she was doing was false. Such an opportunity as this...such an opportunity as hands-on experience was what the Supreme Sun Guard believed would help her the most. It was something that Illyria disagreed with of course.
Though, she was more than grateful for the constant help of Khonsu Amon and his kind words to her...his belief in her. It helped to speak to her that she should at least try. It gave her the confidence to truly believe in herself.
“The ‘All Clear’ signal has come through. Permission to make the jump to hyperspace, mam?” A masculine voice on the bridge said, directing the questioned towards the blue-skinned woman.
Illyria hesitated before speaking. She was being addressed as a superior, as a superior. Such a notion felt strange to her, despite her royal and prestigious upbringing. Such a thing felt off, it felt as though the comment wasn’t addressed to her. And yet, it was directed towards her, and her alone. The blue zabrak’s golden eyes shifted to the comn’s officer on deck. He was a young man, just a few years older than Illyria herself. He had more experience than her and had served for longer than she had, and yet...he addressed her, a nobody, as someone in command.
“Yes, permission to make the jumpto hyperspace and to regroup with Classis I and Classis II once we have entered the gravity well of the Bogden Star System.”
“Affirmative Mam’, Hyperspace jump commencing in tertiarynumerical...secondary numerical...primary numerical...”
The vessels surrounding the Athenian jumped into hyperspace first, the stars shifting around them as they snapped forwards as through rippling through waves of the blackened cosmos of the Galaxy. After which, the larger vessels followed suit. The Athenian’s hyperspace core begin to whirl, the viewport of the bridge contracting inwards and outwards at the same time as the stars bent into one another into a kaleidoscope-esque view. And then...the gilded golden cruiser’s shape extended, being enveloped within an open aft cocoon as the space around it warped and contorted out from the vessel...jumping into hyperspace with the sound of a low humming zoom.
Stretched rectangles of blue and white light shone outside of the viewport, as a tunnel...the Athenian tunneled through the visage of hyperspace to make its arrival into the Bogden system. Those same stretched lights of blue and white, those same stretched stars were reflected in the clear golden globes of Illyria’s eyes, giving the streaks of light colors a golden shine. The view that was stretched out among the viewport was beautiful to the young female zabrak. It was something she had never seen before, and Syresh found it hard to find the right words to describe such a thing. She was mesmerized by the sight, her lips held agasp in wonder and shock at such a wondrous display
“First time jumping into hyperspace, mam?” The comn’s officer questioned with an amused expression on his face, his hard silver eyes glancing up at her.
“Yes...yes actually, it’s the first time I’ve ever seen it. It’s just been…,” Illyria paused, trying to gather her thoughts and memories from the first time she saw a ship jump into hyperspace. “...simulations and holo-recording previously. It’s...uh, it’s beautiful, I have to admit. Beautiful and mesmerizing, like those carefree and happy dreams you used to have before the Galaxy hit you with all of it’s chit.” The zabrak said the last part with a small chuckle, surprised at her own use of profanity.
“Most definitely, you know it, mam. The good ‘ol days.”
The swirling vortex of the hyperspace jump bounded in on itself as the ‘walls’ of the tunnel appeared to collapse in on itself and fold outwards, giving way to a black expanse filtered with stars and distant metal vessels embezzled in gold. The Athenian shot out into the black expanse with a whirling, mechanical buzzing sound, meeting up with the rest of it’s accompanying fleet.
Illyria’s golden eyes looked out among the ever-flowing sea of midnight, her eyes catching on what appeared to be vessels in the distance, though it was difficult to tell from this distance. As soon as the Athenian had entered the system, reconnaissance vessels #1 through #12 were sent out from their mother vessels in a stream of glowing blue lights reflecting off of cool, dull durasteel hulls.
“Scan coming in mam, a cluster of Golden Company identified vessels located directly ahead of our bow. Transmissions are coming in...Classis I and Classis II have been identified as the starships ahead of Gladius Fleet. Awaiting orders.”
Her first orders. Now the ships surrounding the Athenian, and all people aboard them were under her command...her protection. She didn’t want to allow anyone to die here, though such a thing was an inevitability. Despite how hard it would be, Illyria knew she would have to live with what happened to those around her. They were at her naive mercy, ironic...who was she to give help and mercy to those helping her?
“Have the light frigates create a loose cloud barrier in front of our bow and have them begin approach, after-which all larger vessels will follow after the defensive cloud barrier. Have the Perysian guard out aft for the moment being as we approach Classis I and Classis II.”
The ships began to follow suit from the given orders, moving rhythmically and orderly. As they did so, a loose-formation was kept to, no full formation was taken as of yet....however all ships were at the ready to take their specifically given positions agreed to before the battle to safeguard the Athenian and all other larger vessels part of Classis III.
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Edited by Illyria Syresh, 14 July 2019 - 08:28 PM.