skin, bone, and arrogance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpinI2Ssmdg
The Grand Moff remembered, early in the expansionary campaign, on Thakwaa -- or so she thought she recalled -- praying to the Balance fervently for the safety of [member="Ludolf Vaas"]. She had prayed that day with every fiber of herself, with every shred of piety and devotion she could muster, with all the faith that she could bring to bear. Then, she had been relatively safe, relatively comfortable, and could only imagine the fear that he felt, the danger that he faced, the cold affirmation that he might not last the day. The ship had sailed on that man, but Natasi still held hope that she might find someone out there -- someone who cared enough to pray to whatever god or force or pantheon that they believed in, for intercession on her behalf, because today she felt fear, and faced danger, and stared down the cold affirmation that she might die before the end of this battle. She would like to think that there were some out there who cared whether she -- not the Grand Moff, not the glamorous face of the First Order, not the feted media personality, just Natasi Josephine Fortan came home from this fight. She would like to think.
These ruminations and fears and doubts evaporated in an instant, and Natasi could feel the unifying force of the Sith Meditation Sphere settle over her, the words of [member="Avicus DuSang"] echoing faintly in her mind. This is exactly where you're meant to be.
She took a deep breath, flexed her fingers, stretching the leather of her uniform gloves, and clasped her hands behind her back. Thank you, she thought. Even if the words didn't translate, she suspected Avicus would be able to feel the intent behind them. Other words echoed through time to her, which seemed vaguely appropriate now. If you want to save this nation -- lead it. It was time to lead. When she spoke, her voice betrayed none of the uncertainty or fear, only a cool durasteel spine.
"Grantham, Shackleton, Flintshire. Break your lines. Coordinates transmitting now. Colonel von Brinkerhoff." She turned towards [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"], who stood at the starfighter command station, far enough away on the command deck that he wouldn't be able to hear her unless over the communication channel. "Scramble fighters to these coordinates, defensive positions. Admiral Dusang, prepare to expand your meld to our starfighter forces. Colonel von Brinkerhoff will provide more orders." She turned and nodded crisply to Roderik before turning her head back to face the viewports and the command table.
Natasi tucked a strand of chin-length hair behind her ear and leaned over the strategic display as she watched her orders take shape.
Grand Moff Line: 2915m
Movement: 19.18 >>> 17.17
Movement: 19.18 >>> 17.17
FIV Concordia: Resurgent-class, Star Destroyer
Shield/Hull: 2915/2915
Arm/Def: 18/17
Hangar: Deployed
Firing At: N/A
Shield/Hull: 2915/2915
Arm/Def: 18/17
Hangar: Deployed
Firing At: N/A
Destroyer Line One: 1600m
Movement: 20.16 >>> 18.16
Destroyer Line Two: 1600m
Movement: 20.18 >>> 18.18
Cruiser Line: 1960m
Movement: 20.17 >>> 17.18
Defense Line One: 960m
Movement: 20.17 >>> 17.16
Defense Line Two: 960m
Movement: 20.16 >>> 16.18 (Trident only: 20.17 >>> 16.18)
Movement: 20.16 >>> 18.16
FIV Thrawn: Executrix-class, Star Destroyer
Shield/Hull: 1600/1600
Arm/Def: 14/17
Hangar: Deployed
Firing At: N/A
Shield/Hull: 1600/1600
Arm/Def: 14/17
Hangar: Deployed
Firing At: N/A
Destroyer Line Two: 1600m
Movement: 20.18 >>> 18.18
FIV Gallius Rax: Executrix-class, Star Destroyer
Shield/Hull: 1600/1600
Arm/Def: 14/17
Hangar: Deployed
Firing At: N/A
Shield/Hull: 1600/1600
Arm/Def: 14/17
Hangar: Deployed
Firing At: N/A
Cruiser Line: 1960m
Movement: 20.17 >>> 17.18
FIV Centurion: Inflictor-class, Heavy Cruiser
Shield/Hull: 980/980
Arm/Def: 14/16
Firing At: N/A
Shield/Hull: 980/980
Arm/Def: 14/16
Firing At: N/A
FIV Warrior: Inflictor-class, Heavy Cruiser
Shield/Hull: 980/980
Arm/Def: 14/16
Firing At: N/A
Shield/Hull: 980/980
Arm/Def: 14/16
Firing At: N/A
Defense Line One: 960m
Movement: 20.17 >>> 17.16
FIV Scimitar: Dagger-class, Escort Frigate
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
FIV Chakram: Dagger-class, Escort Frigate
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
FIV Khopesh: Dagger-class, Escort Frigate
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
FIV Rapier: Dagger-class, Escort Frigate
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
Defense Line Two: 960m
Movement: 20.16 >>> 16.18 (Trident only: 20.17 >>> 16.18)
FIV Katar Dagger-class, Escort Frigate
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
FIV Falcata: Dagger-class, Escort Frigate
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
FIV Machete: Dagger-class, Escort Frigate
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
FIV Trident: Dagger-class, Escort Frigate
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
Shield/Hull: 240/240
Arm/Def: 6/4
Firing At: N/A
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