Doctrine in Motion: A Proposal

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J64TnMiQ1QI

Carlyle Rausgeber stood at the end of the shuttle docking ramp, sweltering in the Zarnathean humidity . He breathed in deeply, and waited for the guests who'd come to inspect his work. His vision. The officer stood tall, he knew deep down that this would either make or break his career. Behind him, a platoon of stormtroopers stood, on parade, awaiting the arrival of dignities from both the government to the military. All of this, to see a new age of First Order defence.

The commodore offered a salute, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is a pleasure." He said warmly, "Welcome to First Imperial Military Base Tagge." He said. Behind him, stood the obsidian monolith which housed the command centre and communications dish. Overhead TIE squadrons flew in patrol formation around the tower. In the distance, smaller dagger-class escort corvettes and Fortan-class frigates began to land in the cavernous maintenance bays.

 

[Hansen]

Halle Ren,
First Imperial Military Base Tagge

The Upsilon Command shuttle's ramp drops with a hiss and the eerie familiar figure of Halle Marches down its length flanked by two Stormtroopers. They take a position on either side of the Ramp and Halle strides forth like an unstoppable force, clad in the traditional black robes of Ren with face exposed to the sunlight as opposed to hidden beneath a helmet. Left hand dismisses Carlyle's welcome with a wave. "You may dispense with the pleasantries Commodore. I'm here for your tour of this new base." The young woman's statement is delivered calmly albeit with a certain boldness. That characteristic chill that surrounds Halle will pierce Carlyle's body and turn his very blood cold, although his previous time around her might have inoculated himself against such a wellspring of dark side energy. Halle takes a gulp from the cold chocolate milk filled mug in left hand, an omnipresent reminder Carlyle is dealing with a child.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Pharazon did not like parade detail or guard duty, especially not on tropical planets. Even with his armour’s inbuilt environment controls Pharazon knew he could still feel the heat. He could swear he could smell the heat, the exotic tropical diseases waiting to be contracted, and the sweat of the non-armoured officials. It was nothing like Hapes, and despite all of Pharazon’s hatred for the people on that planet at least its climate was acceptable.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Pharazon and a squad of his best men had been selected to be a part of Commodore Rausgeber’s Stormtrooper platoon honour guard during his grand presentation. The screeching of TIE Fighters roared overhead as Pharazon and his men, along with the other Stormtroopers stood at parade rest, ramrod straight and still. They were to be a demonstration of power and a security force for the visiting dignitaries, military officers, and Rausgeber himself during the demonstration of First Imperial Military Base Tagge. He had seen the fighters it could hold, and the size of its maintenance bays, he knew this could revolutionise Imperial security, power projection, and authority.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Pharazon was silent, along with the rest of his men and the honour guard, his armour and weapon immaculately clean and gleaming, while also combat ready and deadly. The mighty obsidian monolith behind them was one of the most advanced military bases he had ever seen or served in, he could only attempt to comprehend the amount of data the communication and command centres were processing and coordinating.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]He watched the first of the arriving guests descend a landing ramp flanked by yet more Stormtroopers. The darkly clothed woman who stepped down the ramp gave him an intensely uncomfortable feeling, as if he could feel [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]the cold and brooding power emanating from her, not with his body but with something else within him… Pharazon suppressed those thoughts immediately, silently, and brutally. He was glad his helmet was covering his facial features though, he knew the Ren were not to be trifled with, nor was it wise to let them know things freely.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]He redirected his attention back to surveying the arrivals and ensuring Commodore Rausgeber’s security, it would not do to have him fall victim to foul play or ‘accident’, not in this his moment of triumph. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px][member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Halle Ren"][/SIZE]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Halle Ren"]

not often did the ace dress up, however for something like this, she was sure to dress up to impress, the crisp uniform clean and unwrinkled as the ramp lowered, the hiss of air on both sides masked her as she walked out of the shuttle, flanked on both sides by two of her best men both dressed in uniform as well

sara looked at carlyle and gave a salute, her face neutral as she looked around
impressive commodore, this is truely the best first order has doesnt it? i can not wait to see the insides of this place

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah had been thrilled to get out of the thick, muggy Zarnathean air. How it managed to flatten *and* frizz her hair at the same time, she would never understand.

A civilian contractor, Doctor Ven wasn't here for the official tour. Her presence had been requested to put an outside stamp of approval on the medical facilities located on base. While Tagge was not meant to be a primary medical center by any stretch, the necessity of taking care of base personnel, in times of peace or times of war, was of paramount importance.

The climate controls, particularly in the medical center, were delightful. She tug absently at the edges of her dark curls, as she moved through her checklist. Hazel eyes flickered, occasionally pausing and inspecting something in more detail. Her stylus moved down the datapad as she moved through this section of the facilities.

Check check check.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Carlyle hid his derision of Halle Ren behind a warm smile, "Welcome." he said, his cheeks taut with a faked smile. How dare she tell him about how to conduct himself? She could shove her pleasantries right where the sun didn't shine! Carlyle however was genuinely tickled by Sara Lee Jones' comments. Finally, some company able to recognise reason and "Perhaps that's where we shall begin." Carlyle said, smiling a little. Sweat ran down his forehead, he gestured for his guests to follow. Now was his moment of triumph, and he wasn't about to allow some teenaged Ren to ruin it.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Halle Ren"]

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Signalling silently and motionlessly over his helmet command features for the honour guard to begin following Commodore Rausgeber as he began his tour, Pharazon surreptitiously checked his rifle’s power pack and power settings to ensure maximum potential lethality. Once completed, he along with the other forty nine Stormtroopers turned to face the direction Commodore Rausgeber had gestured in unison as one. Their combined boots made an impressive thump as they slammed into the ground and their armoured clacked slightly as they turned to face the direction with almost unnerving efficiency and discipline. Then, in complete silence they began to march behind the Commodore without a word. The honour guard knew their duty, and a display of silent and united power was deemed to be the aim of their presence.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]As they marched Pharazon once again took stock of the base, and of the size of the ships that were landing within its hangers. He did not think he had ever seen corvettes and frigates landing within a planetside base before, but he had not lived within the First Order excessively long so he supposed this may not be without some precedent. It still impressed Pharazon though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]As they marched, Pharazon made a mental note to be aware of the darkly clothed Ren. Pharazon could swear he could feel [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Rausgeber’s irritation at how she made her entrance, almost as much as he could swear he could feel the Ren’s cold at the core of his very being. Quieting his mind, Pharazon continued marching, maintaining perfect unison with the other Stormtroopers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]I wonder what the facilities for Stormtroopers will be like Pharazon mused idly as he marched, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]I hope there is climate control [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]he thought some more, words sounding petty even inside his own mind. He was of course quite interested in the barracks, armouries, training facilities, and defensive capabilities of the base, but he supposed he would have to wait for the Commodore to reach that part in his demonstration. He was not a guest for this tour, he was after all a rather lowly Lieutenant in the grand Imperial machine that was the First Order.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px][member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Halle Ren"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Irajah Ven"][/SIZE]

 

[Progflaw99]

*I'm sweating. How strange.* ​

​

The sensation of perspiration forming anywhere on the Commander's body was an alien feeling. Accustomed to the cold grasp of the vacuum, the sweltering heat of Zarnathea affected him more than he would have liked to admit - which was not at all. Commander Maxim, while a relatively low ranking officer in the grand scheme of things was a veteran, a talented one at that. Forged from men even harder than he, his piercing gaze fell across the halls of the military installation, a look of disgust crossing his features as he noted a plethora of muddy boot prints along the corridor. Gerhard wiped a small bead of sweat from his brow with a white silk handkerchief, replacing it casually into his pocket as he strode purposefully down the corridor. Already he missed the cold confines of his Corsair-class Gunship Corvette, the life support systems always turned to minimum to conserve energy. The FIV Arrogant wasn't like any other vessel in the First Order's Navy, though much of that was corrected in time for inspection. Commander Maxim was a shrewd man, and he ran his crew hard - but they all knew why.

As he made his way through the corridors, he caught sight of a small group of new arrivals, led by none other than the Commodore, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] himself. Sliding in behind the group as they travelled, he silently began analyzing them. A strange group, no doubt for a reason however. He himself had little idea what exactly his presence was required for but he was sure that it would become apparent shortly.

[member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Halle Ren"]​

 

[Luna Terrik]

[SIZE=14pt]It wasn’t the normal detail for Knight Squadron, flying cover over parade duty. Honestly, it was beyond boring for the entire squadron. There were plenty more conflicts they could be joining, more planets they could be subjecting, or even more drinks that they could be downing. It was easily the most boring assignment that Luna had been on in her time with the squadron, and there was much more she would rather be doing. They had been flying for around ninety minutes now, but hopefully they would be able to land and take the rest of the day off.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14pt]“That’s it boys. Looks like the procession is heading into the base. Jumper Squadron is taking over the skies. Land in the north hanger and go through your final checklist….then you’re on reserve duty for the rest of the day. Good job guys.” A collective whoop rang out through the communications line after Knight Leader had given them the green light to land, a whoop that Luna was sure to join in on. The leading interceptor of the squadron banked downward, making a beeline for the north hanger. The rest began to follow in a straight line, Luna fourth in the conga line of First Order Starfighters. [/SIZE]



[member="Halle Ren"] / [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] / [member="Pharazon Draken"] / [member="Sara Lee Jones"] / [member="Irajah Ven"] / [member="Gerhard Maxim"]

 

[OK-3103]

Meneer stood to attention. He’d been raised to know when and where to follow orders – and the answer was always. There was limited freedom of choice because that was a recipe for chaos. He’d seen plenty of troopers that believed they knew differently. And he always referenced them in the past tense. The always got themselves killed.

The First Order’s strength was in unity. In meticulous planning and careful execution.

Some thought they knew how to play the game. To portray themselves as dutiful troopers. They thought no-one suspected them. Under his helmet he afforded himself a smile. It was the same with politicians in his experience.

They invariably sought out like-minded people and the whispering began, creating the contacts that connected them to the perceived shifting power-base. But the chain of command was rigid. It flexed enough to withstand ill winds but it invariably returned to its original shape. For the system was requisite – it was above refining.

When the First Order emerged to claim its rightful place, it was already fully formed. And there was no place for zealots or even rogues. Even the Knights of Ren towed the line. Darksiders but so unlike the Sith in most regards.

And eventually his attention was drawn back to those speaking. He’d been listening with half an ear. It was a trick most troopers learned. Enough attention to be able to paraphrase what was said without having to fully concentrate on the opinions of men that ultimately meant little to the life of an average trooper.

 

[Zmej Ren]

Zmej Ren strode out of the shuttle, uniform crisp and adding more intimidation to the appearance than one would expect from a young adult. No rank insignia adorned her clothing despite its sharp, military appearance, painting her an enigma. Without numerous layers of robes or even a visible lightsaber, her identity as a knight of Ren remained a mystery – only those who recognized the meaning behind the yellow hue of her eyes understood. Marching down the ramp like any military official would, she glanced left and right, expression unreadable and almost displaying signs of boredom. Indeed; once the teenager’s gaze settled upon the commodore, her corrupted gaze displayed subtle irritation or annoyance. She wasn’t one for such gatherings, but sometimes her duties took her to unexpected places.

“Proceed, commodore.”

Hopefully his project would prove impressive and not a massive waste of time and resources. The Supreme Leader demanded excellence, perfection, and his Eyes and Ears expected to witness nothing less. With stakes this high, the commodore must have realized by now that the very project he wished to introduce had to disperse all doubt. Failure was not an option.


[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

The Commodore nodded, his spine tingling at the second Knight of Ren. As if he needed more of these around. But Carlyle knew he had to remain strong, stoic and with resolve. That's what Orson Krennic would have done. And that's what he was going to do. Carlyle walked across the tarmac, leading the way, "This," he said, gesturing to the large tower, "Has a dozen heavy blaster emplacements built into it, perfect for warding off the Alliance's archaic X-wing models." The Commodore said, "The turbolaser batteries are close enough from the other modules to provide close range fire which is perfect to disable any mechanized or armoured units."


[member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="OK-3103"] | [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="Gerhard Maxim"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Halle Ren"]

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]The honour guard marched on as yet another joined the procession. Once again Pharazon could inexplicably feel their emanating power, the cold seizing his very being, and once again he suppressed these feelings and drew in on himself, unwilling to contemplate their implications. He was not sure who this newcomer was, but all he knew is her yellow eyes and the feeling emanating from her terrified him. As the procession came into view of the massive heavy blaster and turbolaser tower Pharazon once again listened to the Commodore. He was part of his guard but that did not mean he was going to miss the opportunity to learn something about First Imperial military installations. He could see how heavily armed the tower was, and could only imagine the difference it would make for stormtroopers defending one of these installations in the event of an armoured assault. He was cautiously interested about the Commodore's claims concerning the base's anti-air capabilities[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. As he had seen how devastating X-Wing strafing runs could be on near defenceless stormtrooper units. However, he knew that his own views and experiences were clouding his judgement and given the configuration of the weapons emplacements and the power and targeting abilities of the weapons themselves, Pharazon had little logical and intellectual doubt of the value they would have in dealing with hostile aircraft.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon was comforted that he had ten of his men with him, and that this First Order that had given him salvation from the hunters dispatched by his family actually seemed to care for its soldiers. All he could hope internally was that he was not posted to this particular [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]base, he hated tropical planets, he hated the natives, and he hated the heat. At the very least Pharazon was thankful for the tarmac, a little piece of civilization fighting back against the horrors of nature.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Continuing to follow Rausgeber, Pharazon tried to get a measure of the man. He could tell from his body language he was making great efforts to present an air of power and authority. Pharazon could respect a man that knew the importance of personal appearances and decided to present power rather than appeasement or a false meek facade. He of course had spoken to the man only to a limited extent prior to the presentation to confirm orders and security procedures, but he had a good feeling about him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But the presentation must continue, so Pharazon once more refocused his mind and led the in unison stormtroopers onward after Rausgeber.[/SIZE]

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="OK-3103"] | [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="Gerhard Maxim"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Halle Ren"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

She followed him hands behind her back, two ren in one day...the commodore must really have there attention it seemed...she just wished she didn't have that cold feelimg each time they came by....it made her uneasy probably rightfully so.

She turned her attention back to the commodore as she listned, truly that was very impressive, it could take out not only air but ground as well...she offered a small smile before it faded as she looked to him

commodore I must say that for the moment I am impressed

She said and was quite again

[member="Pharazon Draken"][member="Carlyle Rausgeber"][member="Zmej Ren"] [member="OK-3103"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Gerhard Maxim"]

 

[Zmej Ren]

Little to no fear graced the man’s expression upon Zmej’s arrival. Admirable – if not for the Force bringing in the scent of anxiety originating from his being. He wasn’t alone in his predicament either, as several stormtroopers around found themselves filled with similar feelings radiating through the Force when the dark disciple walked among them. This shade of worry played with the Force user’s senses, almost intoxicating. Indeed, the young disciple enjoyed basking in the sensation and knowing much older and experienced veterans feared her, as fear often brought obedience and respect. The new attendee definitely wasn’t the sole cause of all the inner commotion happening in so many minds though. One passing glance accompanied by a smile spared Halle’s way and Zmej focused on the presentation again, hands clasped behind her back, expression stone cold and revealing no signs of being impressed. Tailing the commodore and observing others who have arrived for the presentation, Zmej Ren inhaled the imposing atmosphere so commonly found within large military installations and studied the object all eyes rested upon.

“Let’s hope it can do more than scare away archaic fighters,” the Ren stated with a hint of a smile, gaze fixed upon the towering structure, “How thick is the plating?”

While only real battle would truly prove the project's worth, asking a few questions could reveal weaknesses before field testing started, possibly sparing both resources and lives.


[member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="OK-3103"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Gerhard Maxim"] [member="Halle Ren"]

 

[Kuzo]

"How's it looking Doc?"

Irajah turned, smiling. She tucked the stylus behind her ear for a moment as she addressed the base's Head of Medical Personnel. It was an administrative position, rather than a medical one, but she found the particular paper pusher in charge here to be sincere in his intentions, and dedicated to making sure the sentients stationed here were going to get the best care possible.

"So far your facilities are a joy, Administrator Alane," she said with a nod. "In most cases, you not only come in at the necessary requirements, but exceed the minimum requirements for the numbers I have here. I still have a few more items I need to check off. Care to walk with me?"

​He smiled, sketching a brief bow.

"It would be my pleasure, Doctor Ven. What do you need to inspect next?"

Hazel eyes skipped over the checklist.

"The bacta containment and storage facilities."

"Perfect. Right this way."

 

[Hansen]

Halle Ren,
First Imperial Military Base Tagge

Handing the mug of cold chocolate milk to her loyal black and red BB unit following behind. Halle folds hands behind back, mimicking the pose presented by her sister. The dark side no doubt oozed ominously from the two, few could withstand being in this particular woman's proximity without feeling all the warmth of their blood forsake their body. Such was the pervasive reach of Halle's presence. Halle's Sulfuric yellow spheres give Zmej a brief glance accompanied with what passed for a friendly smirk amongst the mysterious order of dark side practitioners with the corner of mouth arching slightly before her gaze falls again upon Commodore Rausgeber. A man whom she had proudly humiliated for his unbridled insolence and disrespect, but he would learn they would all learn. One would respect Sieger Ren and his children or fear them, sometimes it is better to motivate one's soldiers with a combination thereof? Halle Hypothesizes. "Tell me Commodore, what do you think of the facility's capabilities?" Halle's head inclines to the right slightly. With arms folded behind back one might see and not just hear her supreme arrogance.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Carlyle cast a smile at Zmej Ren. "The command tower has point five meters worth of durasteel hull. Something that repels even the toughest of attacks." Carlyle turned to Halle Ren, and the obviously more interesting question he was eager to answer. "This facility is a defensive stalwart." Carlyle said with a wry smile, "It's capability to deny the enemy orbital and territorial access is something that should constantly be a focus upon this base types long term deployment, and I personally hope High Command acknowledges that." The officer paused before continuing, "I believe that of all our defences we could employ, this type of fortress is the best we have." The commodore coolly said, "Even if it were to fall, the casualties caused to the enemy would undoubtedly reach the tens of thousands. There is no feasible way to successfully attack this base, without a full frontal armoured assault, with experienced shock troops and armour leading the assault. Both are something that the Galactic Alliance, and other threats do not currently hold." He paused, "Shall we continue?"

[member="Halle Ren"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="OK-3103"] | [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="Gerhard Maxim"]

 

[Hansen]

Halle Ren,
First Imperial Military Base Tagge

Halle folds her arms across breast dismissing the Commodore's surety with a subtle scowl. "And what if the enemy are not complete fools and were to attack locations of civil and industrial importance on the host planet? Could the garrison's personnel be quickly relocated quickly to red areas? What is the facility's capacity for transport and fighter craft? Significant, I pray." Such a question betrayed Halle's thoughts and their preoccupation with war and reveals an untapped aptitude for strategy beyond that of what Carlyle might have expected from her. Halle's end of the sentence comes with the flippant gesture up to the sky with the slight raising of eyebrows. As if eluding to the possibility that the enemy would land their forces in an area not protected by the facility. "While they do not have a military force comparable to the quality of our own they do possess significant unconventional warfare capabilities. What's to make an assault on our colonies any less effective if they simply avoid the fortress. Assuming they enter low atmosphere?" Halle's fingers extend into a 'halt' motion. "The tour shall go no further until you have indulged me with an answer." The carefully veiled threat might give Carlyle incentive to answer given the posturing of her hand. He'd been previously acquainted with Halle's fury and the young woman's partialness for partially suffocating those military officers senior or junior who dared to disrespect her.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Carlyle rounded on the teen, "This base houses a dozen assault landers." Carlyle said, his voice on an edge, "Enough craft to deploy an entire battalion minutes after an enemy has begun an incursion. Along with the PDF, any attackers would find their position swamped within ten minutes." Carlyle added. He adjusted himself slightly, the sun and humidity bearing down upon him. "The second scenario you present is nearly impossible. If the enemy were to avoid the large scale problems associated with larger transport craft, and went with your route of tactical infiltration, managing to avoid scanners, patrol fleets and other hazards, once they're found they'd be hunted by TIE fighter squadrons stationed here, and around other military posts."

[member="Halle Ren"].