End of Line [The Empire vs. The Alliance]

[Athan Kain]

7th Fleet Imperial Navy​

INS Protector ​

En route to Eridau (Hyperspace)​

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He sat tapping away at the clean and new armrest centered in his bridge, the black glove enclosing the hand underneath shook as if it were in a freezing cold yet the bridge was at a mild standard. Kain grasped his left forearm with the free hand and watched the shake come to an end before his mild temper twisted into snarl, not only had he lost his ship and half a platoon of AT-AT's back on Dagobah the scum that called themselves the alliance sent his collapsing hanger bay onto his tendon and severing it in the process. His platoon still sat buried on that swampish hellhole and his crew a series of frozen and broken corpses floating in a rubble above the planet.

"Sir it appears that the Grand Admiral has his changed plans I will forward the update to your comm-link." The young communications officer stated in a flat tone from her station.

"Thank you, Ensign, this does change things on the slight. Transmit our confirmation of the order back to the Grand Admirals ship."

Captain Athan Kain rose from his captain's chair and strode forward to the transparisteel viewscreen the shimmering blues and winding whites sent a revealing cover of light over his once model like face his strong features and intense eyes were now met with a deep running across the ridge of his nose down across the cheek to accompany the burn mark on his neck. Athan stared at his hand again watching it move without his command. He thought to when he had played the viol to mastery with that hand and now it was weak, disorderly and malfunctioning. It was time for the Scum to pay.

Marching back through his elevated bridge section Kain growled his commands to the newly appointed logistics officer at the rear of his bridge.

"Lieutenant, I want all weapons crews primed and ready to cascade the seven hells of fire into our enemies in a moment's order do you understand me?"

"Y-Yes, right away sir." The officer bowed with a startled facial expression before turning to leave.

"One more thing Lieutenant."

The man stopped and turned his body awkwardly again to face the captain "Yes sir?"

"I want all vehicles and troops on standby for direct planetary assault."

His nervous expression forced itself into an awkward grin before a half bow and exiting the bridge.


[member="Gromm Cardan"]

 

[Vilhelm Balfour]

Balfour inhaled carcinogens for a moment while thinking, weighing the Captain's words. He didn't have a guarantee of his officer's release, but he had the man's "word". He didn't formally, but effectively, had the Captain prisoner. The Captain didn't formally but effectively had Balfour 'trapped' in hyperspace, if he was to be believed. Balfour let out a puff of smoke.

"Ensign Breeson, notify Lieutenant Commander Gleeson that she and her three best hyperdrive technicians are to meet our guest at the hyperdrive and provide him any assistance or equipment he requires. Sergeant Klein, escort Captain Merrill to the Hyperdrive. Captain Merrill." He addressed [member="Jorus Merrill"] specifically. "I'm sure you'll understand that I'm wary to let you physically modify our hyperdrive after Tatooine, but Gleeson and her crew will be able to address your needs and obey your directives on my command. You fix my hyperdive, we return your belongings, and you head home however you planned to, and I give Gleeson a glowering review for getting us out of this mess. In a week, when my business is concluded, I'll take a brief vacation to Alzoc III, and make a sizeable donation to a local charity, at which point I'll see my man and see to his release. Is this equitable?"

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Vilhelm Balfour"]

There was a time to make smart remarks about the Imperial way of doing business, and there was a time to take a fair deal without comment. Jorus opted not to push his luck.

Besides, Tatooine had been a debacle - and largely his fault in the first place.

"Thank you, Moff Balfour," he said, and meant it. "Glad to help. I'll get right to it."

The stormtrooper sergeant ushered him from the bridge and down through the destroyer's guts. In fairly short order, turbolifts deposited them in the hyperdrive maintenance room. LtCmdr Gleeson and her three techs proved competent and appropriately distrustful. Jorus fixed the hyperdrive in good faith.

"Here we go," he said at last, plopping the command motivator on a workbench. "Got the workaround in place, so let's see what we've got."

An adaptive wrench cracked the module, and chemical deposits flaked onto the bench.

"Sodium chloride buildup all the way through. This thing's been stuck in rough conditions with no backup module. Problem is, it's not keyed to accept - well, you don't need the details. All you guys need to know is that it's actually salvageable."

 

[Isaac Stover]

Isaac watched in bemused silence as '43 opened the ramp to reveal another Death Trooper waiting outside. As '43 ran through his little introduction, Isaac realized the new trooper was the squad's replacement for '67. Snorting, he shook his head in disbelief

"WINHGLEEEWWRNOEREUTAIYJCOEBTENIOVUNHSTATOEDLYEOPMTHEWNANXTESTAGCNHIORNUGPMRROEYUWOATEATHHNRXGXACMNOAMDSGAISNUAESDF??"

As if on cue, a notice pinged onto his HUD, drawing Isaac's attention for a moment. As usual before a mission, Isaac had loaded a checklist into his helmet HUD of all mission-critical items so as to have an easier time of double checking everything. Someone up in command had just pushed through an updated version of that list, with the only change being the addition of a field disruptor. Standing, Isaac glanced over at '43.

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With that, Isaac stood and left the dropship, reappearing moments later with a sizeable field disruptor on a hoversled. Gesturing to the new guy, he spoke up. "EEOHMLEGINTETHOPLMAHSDITTNIHOSPXHXIHFGENYC."

​​[member="Corric Tassadar"]
[member="DT-2319"]
[member="Mark Hawkins"]

 

[Giorg Montey]

Hyperspace
Seventh Fleet
INV Dauntless

Eight non-holographic messages sent, six dataforms completed, and one holographic conference completed with his department heads. The feeling Lucius had wasn't tired, he was mind numbingly bored, but at least the anxiousness had gone away, so had the jitters. He felt the back of his neck, it was raw, he had nearly scratched it enough to start bleeding. Lucius leaned back in his chair and took a sigh, he had almost forgotten the battle ahead, it felt like the entire galaxy was his room. Just him, his practical, but not pretty, furniture, and what little personal items he had brought. Lucius snapped out of the little trance when the internal non-holographic communicator began beeping on his desk, prompting Lucius to press the receive button. It was his XO, Keuar, "We are exiting hyperspace in a quarter of an hour, I recommend you return to the bridge." Lucius switched his finger from the receive button to the speak button, "I will be up there shortly, sound the klaxons and order general stations." Lucius got a quick, "Yes sir." and the communication ended. Lucius tided his uniform, pulling it down to get out the wrinkles from sitting and took a look in the mirror, ship shape thought Lucius. Lucius began to walk out of his stateroom, before an idea popped into his head. Lucius returned to his bed and reached under for a little contraband he had stowed away at his last port visit, a bottle of Corellian Brandy with a small glass attached to the top. He poured a glass and downed it just as fast. After gritting his teeth a little at the taste, he stowed the brandy back under his bed, who would be needed later.

It did not take him long to return to the bridge. Immediately, Lucius ordered, "Time!" Keuar swiveled on his foot to respond to Lucius directly, "Three minutes until we revert to real space, cutting it a little close aren't we?" Lucius kept walking to the bow-side of the bridge, returning Keuar's quip with one of his own, "Just needed a little glass of courage." Keuar grinned. They both took to the front viewport, crossing their arms behind their backs. Awaiting whatever would meet them at the other end of their hyperspace journey.

Fleet Composition

Spoiler

INV Dauntless | Victory-IV Star Destroyer | Shields: 1000 Hull: 1000 Speed: Hyperspace
24x TIE/LN MkIV Fighters