Alea Inacta Est

[Robogeber]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pilqN-Q_2Vw
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"The Die Is Cast"​

~Julius Gaius Caesar, January 10, 49 B.C​

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Location: Central Command Bunker; Brutus.
Time: 0653
Participants: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="Gerhard Maxim"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]

The humming of Carlyle Rausgeber's repulsorlift generator cut through the chatter of the assembled officers, who huddled before the great conference table. Crowding it as they pored over maps. Dozens of them, assembled from all corners of the First Order's burgeoning empire within hours of Supreme Leader's edict. Today was a day nearly all of them knew was coming. For many, a day of dread, but for Fleet Admiral Rausgeber of the Sixth Fleet, one he knew was coming.

Rausgeber seated himself close to the head of the First Imperial Navy, Grand Admiral Tregessar. The officer elicited some stares from the more junior of his compatriots, but they would do nothing. The senior officers were accustomed to the posthumous return from Rausgeber, who now was handed papers from a young attache. This was a day Rausgeber had relished for the past months. Now, in death, the First Order would avenge themselves upon the Galactic Allinace.

Supreme Leader's command was total, and succinct. Rausgeber looked around the room somewhat, "Are we all here?" The Fleet Admiral drily inquired, the artificial tone of his voice coming through quite clearly, denoting his current status.

"I don't believe so," Rear Admiral Ormand Frez replied, glaring at Rausgeber, "Supreme Commander is yet to arrive." The Rear Admiral gestured to the grand seat beside Tregessar, reserved for commander of the military.

"Supreme Commanders arrival does not concern me." Rausgeber replied back, "Our victory does."

Frez's face shrivelled in disgust, "You dare defy the Supreme Commander?" Rausgeber's junior glowered, "It is of our imperative that he is here, to ensure our plan for this operation is sound."

"It is not defiance when Supreme Commander is not here." Rausgeber coolly shot back. "He will be briefed when he arrives, I'm sure of it. Right now, given the timetable we have received, every second we waste, is one which will be paid for in our blood." The droid coldly informed the Rear Admiral, "I believe any second we waste not planning this operation is one which can be considered a waste."

Rausgeber commanded the attention of the room, "Now is the time for strategy and shrewdness, not to stand on ceremony." The droid let his words cling to the crowd, "Now, let us turn our mind to our plan, and how the hell we think we're going to be able blockade an entire sector."

 

[Asharad Graush]

Soon.

Soon it would all begin again and the Alliance will break upon bloodied rock.

The Sith Lord spent little time resting, rather, he spent the time before the meeting preparing for the future, though how far that future was would depend on the outcomes of the coming battles.

High Command, for the most part, was within a Bunker somewhere, working, and the Supreme Commander had purposefully made the effort to not be there in person. [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], and [member="Robogeber"] had proven themselves in war to be competent commanders, albeit, different wars, but against the light side all the same.

Beneath his feet he could feel the transition from hyperspace to realspace. Walking the length of the catwalk, his command ship had a built in throne, one that remained connected to the entirety of the ships systems. Nodding to the communications officer, as he climbed up the overly large chair, when he took a seat, the holoprojector hanging from the ceiling of the Command Bunker whirred to life, rotating around to face the head of the table, and then, the Supreme Commander in all his armoured glory came to life before the Bunker as the Fleet Admiral was speaking his final statement.

Cybernetic fingers gently tapping the armrest, his holographic form appeared to fit the chair within the Command Room perfectly. Before him, those that were important enough to be at the central table, appeared before him on his own ship in holographic form. And so, the meeting had begun. He was glad that he wouldn't have to take the time to begin the meeting himself.

"Timing is essential." Cold voice concise as the Sith Lord spoke. They were invading along the border, and for that, it was likely they would be encountered by a patrol or two, but the Alliance for all he thought of them, weren't push overs on the battlefield. They fought just as hard as the Imperials to achieve victory. "Upon resurgence into realspace, the deployment and protection of interdictor vessels is the utmost of importance." Undoubtedly. "We seize the end of the Hydian Way. There will be civilian vessels on site." At this point he paused, the sulfuric orbs of the Sith Lord glowing brightly, his holographic form giving him an almost ghostly figure, for a few moments.

"Destroy them."

There was too much of a chance for a civilian vessel to report the size of the fleet that was deploying into Alliance Space. Whether they gave accurate or exaggerated reports didn't matter to the Defense Minister, to 'spare' those that were unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, would delay the Operation.

The Supreme Leader hadn't given him the impression to 'save as many lives as possible.'

[member="Morro"], [member="Gerhard Maxim"]