First Order: Lend Me Heart [Development]

[Fiolette Fortan]

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ADMIRALTY HILL
VICTORIA, DOSUUN

"Forgive me," Admiral Yvarro remarked to Rennic, the woman was living alone these days. Lucy didn't want to keep the girls with her, and so the situation with her family life was a bit tense, to say the least. "I wasn't expecting company." She set her staff by the door as she grabbed a data tablet. "The Manjarrez is still in the works, but I thought you might want to look it over before I present it formally, it's geared more toward Engineering." She's moving from the main room to her bedroom, still going over things, "I wanted this to be something for the Galidraan but that didn't quite work out." Fio is changing into a new uniform, "I'm hoping for something to put in Bakura's sector and Lipsec over Virgilia given the Ssi-Ruuk's invasion there."

Walking back out she adjusted her Admiral's rank bar, and headed for the coffee table to grab a data tablet, two of them to be exact. "Okay we can, we can take a taxi back to the Academy."

 

[Jen Rennic]

SCPO Rennic stood by the door, at ease, but a slight hint of being uncomfortable could be sensed. She listened to the Admiral, but it was a tad hard to hear her when she walked into the other room. About all she heard from the Admiral was​

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The Manjarrez is still in the works, but I thought you might want to look it over before I present it formally, it's geared more toward Engineering........."​

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When the Admiral returned.​

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"Okay so an engineering station, I get the idea of having them but where would you place them that is the question. As it stands we only have maybe one factory world, which is the obvious choice."​

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Nodded to the taxi idea, and started to follow the Admiral out.​

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[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]​

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

"Virgilia, and Bakura respectively - at least until I get my hands on Rakata Beta," Fiolette replied as she led Rennic out toward the taxi pad. "I'd also like to get in touch with FOSB and have some of their input, know anyone?" She asked honestly, "secondly, the station would be smaller than the Quintas and the Galidraan respectively, so we may be able to afford to create more of them, here." She handed the Senior Chief a data tablet as she crossed out toward the droid. "Military Academy."

"At once, Admiral."

"And I promise it will all make sense once my proposals are approved by the Grand Moff." The Droid escorted them to a free taxi, sliding into the passenger seat she waited as Rennic was escorted in and the door was shut. Adjusting her uniform, she pulled the tunic down and gave her hair a check, "now I wanted to ask you from experience, if there'd be a way for me to talk with the FOCIE's ..." a hand wave, "commandant?" Commandant of the Engineering Corps. He wasn't always the easiest man to please, "since it will be his men and women that I'd like to have on the stations, granted I could throw any engineers there, but FOCIE." Well they were the top engineers, the Corps didn't just take any or every engineer.

 

[Jen Rennic]

"Ah understood." ​

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Jen sat quietly in the taxi, and patiently as they made their way to Admiralty hall, to meet up with the rest of the development group again.​

In the meantme Jen thought about the science station that was also in development. Thinking of anything that needed to be added or taken away from it, two projects at the same time, a bit much for the Senior Chief but not impossible.​

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Jen nodded at the notion of the commandant of the FOICE. He was a bit hard to work with, but Jen didn't really know him well enough to talk to him, she was just someone that took pleasure in building. Jen was more an administrative Chief, rather than one that worked with any higher ups. Admiral Yvarro was the first Flag Officer Jen had ever worked with.​

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[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]​

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

The taxi was smooth enough, and during the day Victoria was a site to behold. The Military Academy, the Victorian Music Academy, even Archives they were beautiful even from up here as they sped by the latter of the two buildings. Down below street traffic was packed, the military city was buzzing with the rumors of war. Propaganda reassured the citizens that if war were to come, they were ready - and they were far from it. The Navy was still recovering from losses suffered from Castameer when the Ssi-Ruuk hit. Victoria much like her sister cities of Prosperia and Avalonia was also recovering, the scaled invaders made short work of all that they had built, and it would seem that the Galactic Alliance wished to do the same. If for no other reason than a pure ideological difference, "there was a time when the people of this galaxy did not paint us in such a light." Fiolette says seemingly out of nowhere. The taxi hums as it approaches the Military Academy, the Administration Centre on the left.

"Though I supposed that was a more civilised time, where you could speak without worrying about a heavy hand to come after you," to be frank, the First Order was readying their own heavy hand, clearing her throat Fiolette changed the topic, "now then we'll need to go straight into the Engineering School and speak with the Commandant." While they worked and talked, she sent out a notification to the newest team member [member="Hogrum Veed"]. Alerting them that they were now heading straight to the Engineering School.

[member="Jen Rennic"]

 

[Hogrum Veed]

With his assignment to [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]'s development team, Hogrum was sent back to Dosuun. Without an actual establishment provided for him to rest, he did the thing that he hadn't expected to do until he was Captain. He went home.

Plans had been dashed, to be the youngest member of the family to be made Captain, but orders were orders, and he required a place to stay. Appearances were everything, and in no way did he dislike, or even hate his family, but Hogrum couldn't imagine a world where competition wasn't a thing. Becoming Captain at a younger age than his Father was, would've been a feat. Twenty-Seven it had been in the One Sith Empire, but those fodder died quick, the First Order had different standards.

Still, there was a goal in mind, and Hogrum did anything he could to win. Cheat, lie, manipulate.

As soon as Hogrum had received the communique from the Admiral, he had had one of his Father's estate servants bring up a taxi for him. Proximity and the urgency that Lieutenant Veed impressed upon the driver had made it clear that it was necessary for him to arrive as soon as possible at the Engineering School. Soon enough, he had arrived.

If there was someone he was going to impress in his time on Dosuun, it was going to be one of the Navy's Admirals.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

The Imperial Military Academy where the young and old trained to be better officers, to be more productive citizens of the First Order. In the era after Castameer, being part of the First Order war machine was even more pertinent than it had been before. With the tyrannical reign of the Galactic Alliance developing and building stations such as the Manjarrez-class would be what they needed to keep the war efforts going. Lieutenant Veed came recommended, she wasn't going to stop and question why; she already had. It's in her files, somewhere she had read it and would probably read it again to refresh her mind. The Engineering School was where the FOCIE was looking to base themselves out of, at least for now until the first Manjarrez was completed. "Senior Chief," she gestured toward the door as she opened it, "it would appear we're making good time, with luck our Lieutenant will be here."

[member="Jen [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=14px]Rennic"] | [member="Hogrum Veed"]

 

[Hogrum Veed]

And on that day, specifically that morning, luck was with them. The young Lieutenant was awaiting the Admiral [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] at the bottom of what would assumedly be a set of stairs that would lead them into the Engineering School. Uniform crisp, hair tidy, the Lieutenant would've done nothing more than stand at attention when the Admiral made herself visible stepping out of the speeder.

Not exactly the silent type, he felt that as a Junior Officer, it was best to be seen, rather than heard unless called upon. Not that they were in a formal situation where that would be the case, but in some ways, he was a stickler for the rules. Having only recently met the Admiral, he thought it best to stick with what he envisioned the recommendations said of him.

[member="Jen Rennic"]

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

"Lieutenant Veed," Admiral Yvarro greeted with a smile, "good you're here, let's go."

She motioned for him to follow her, "the Manjarrez-class is going to be quite pertinent to our efforts. The ideal engineering station, but what I need are not ways to keep her state of the art, that is what the Commandant of the Engineering Corps is for." Taking a moment as she stepped through a set of doors heading into the school itself, "what I need are ways to trim costs. We cannot afford another Galidraan." The Galidraan-class space station while the crown jewel of a sector station. Was a monster to not just create, but to build it and keep maintenance on, and the Manjarrez could not be that such a monster, she had to be the opposite of this.

Efficient, with minimal costs which would enable the First Order to create them with ease. Rather, with more ease than the Galidraan. "Ideas, Lieutenant?"

While to some it might be odd to have a Lieutenant in on this type of development, she considered this a learning experience. Building and developing a station would be more than enough experience for any one person. Let alone a team, and a team is what the Admiral needed. "We're running under the gun here, and need to get this station out quickly."

@Hogrum Veed | [member="Jen [/FONT][/SIZE]Rennic"]

 

[Jen Rennic]

After walking out of the bathroom, she has missed a lot of what was discussed, and sat back down looking over the designs of the two stations. They seemed pretty basic, there wasn't much Jen wanted to add to them. But she know the Head of the Corps of Engineers would have a field day with this. He wouldn't be happy especially after the Galidraan Class station fiasco. How Jen would pose it to him about this was the big question, but what the Fleet Admiral wanted she got come hell or high water. ​

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[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]​

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Commandant Warwick Fordham was not an easy man to get on with by any means, he sat waiting for the development task team. His legs were crossed and he had before him a datapad, information on the clear glass tablet scrolled at the touch of his finger. The office, his office was housed on the Academy's campus within the Engineering School's own facility there. He need only to look to see Admiral Yvarro, Chief Rennic and Lieutenant Veed, his eyes studied them all briefly. "Sit," he ordered without motion to the seats across from him. Warwick sat on a sofa between them laid a coffee table, perhaps Galidraan in origin, Balance knows Dosuun had quite the habit of importing expatriates of the Grand Moff's homeworld. "Tell me, was calling this an engineering station supposed to impress me, Admiral?"

"You remembered that we exist, did you?" He went on to say and put a hand up to stop her from speaking, "nevertheless while I appreciate your sentiment it is not necessary, in fact." Warwick set down his tablet and picked up another that had been beside him on the sofa. "The Manjarrez will instead become repair station, with the ability to refit various starships ranging from corvette to cruiser, anything heavier will just have to be sent to Avalonia, Bespin, Ryoone or Panatha where the larger shipyards are." He motioned for her to speak.

"I see," Admiral Yvarro acknowledged, "then I suppose she should be less than 1,200 meters?"

Warwick leaned back in his seat, watching her take the tablet. Yvarro studied the proposed schematics, "as much as it pains me to say, we cannot push this into minor production." She then holds her hand up for him to wait, "we are taxed, Commandant. Taxed in every way shape and form, the Manjarrez had already gained the pre-approval from the Ministry of Defense as is - and that is an Engineering Station that would take pressure off the larger hubs, such as Bespin or Avalonia. There is too much thru traffic for the military and civilians are having a hard time negotiating the paths, traffic control can only provide so much. Now, I'm more than happy to accommodate some of your suggestions, supplies, trade, yes, yes all of it all good and well, but we needn't push into minor production."

"And I suppose this is the part where you tell me you cannot express the reasons why?"

"If you have an issue, you may speak with Ambassador Brentioch."

"I see." Commandant Fordham then directed his attention to the Lieutenant, "you there, tell me, in your years of experience. What would you suggest?"

@Hogrum Veed | [member="Jen [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=14px]Rennic[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=tahoma]"]

 

[Jen Rennic]

Jen sat quietly listening to the Commandant of the Engineer Corps. She had worked with him before and knew he could be an acquired taste so to speak. He was always very blunt and to the point with his feedback. It was known he even scared the younger officers that tried to plan some stations before, but Jen seemed to get along with the man on various occasions. They have had their arguments before, but that was also typical of Jen as well. She remembered the first time she met Admiral Yvarro, there were some colorful words said then. She sneaked a smile at remembering that argument, but still continued to listen to what the Commandant was saying.​

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[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]​

 

[Hogrum Veed]

The Admiral had asked him a question, though his answer had merely been a shake of his head. Limited time he had to formulate an answer as they went on their path to meet with the Engineering Commandant. A way to cut costs? There was a plethora, naturally, though none that she would be inclined to hear. Cheaper materials, an even smaller organic construction force, less fighters, less weapon emplacements... The list went on. The way to cut down prices was by cutting down on power output, Veed knew, and assumed the Admiral knew as well.

And thus, was the reason why he remained silent.

Now, they were in the presence of the Commandant. An old man. Hogrum's head tilted to the side slightly, incapable of repressing his curious tendency as he took in the older man. When he had offered them seats, Hogrum remained standing, a position he was used to while he was upon the bridge. There were times when his opinion was asked of him by his Captain, to which, Hogrum provided answers, excellent answers that saw the success of the Devastator. But here, where his opinion likely meant little?

When the Commandant directed his attention to the standing Lieutenant, Hogrum couldn't help but smirk. "Months," he replied, without skipping a beat. "Months of experience," he'd go on to clarify.

"We stick to the purpose of the repair stations," he started, sure of himself. "A handful of these... smaller stations scattered about our territory." Within his mind, he was picturing the galactic map. Going off what he could remember, he continued. "This'll allow us to have repair crews at our larger yards to work faster on the larger capital ships of a taskforce, or fleet." A pause. "However, with more repair stations in place, the thinner our forces will be throughout our territory." He exhaled. "You ask me what I think?" Hogrum raised a brow to the Commandant.

"Bring in these repair stations, implement them a single system away from our main hubs of activity," those having been previously mentioned in the form of Dosuun, Panatha, Ryoone and Bespin. "Civilians will have an easier time of maneuvering vessels moving in for repairs, and taskforces won't be held up or be too far from each other for redeployment."

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Jen Rennic"]

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Commandant Fordham looked directly at Lieutenant Hogrum Veed, "what say you Admiral?" His attention not wavering as he studied the young man. Commandant was a formal title one that Fordham had worked hard to obtain. He took in what the young man had to say on the matter and waited for Fiolette's words.

"I say our Academy is doing a splendid job," she told him plainly, "we should take into account what he's said and perhaps look at current traffic patterns and see where to best fit them."

Rising from the sofa, Commandant crossed the office toward his desk. From there he pressed a button that lowered the light in the room as a holoprojector emerged emitting a map of First Order territory. He walked slowly back to his seat grabbing from the table between he and the others a small pointer. "Currently we're looking at implenting a station here," he motions with the pointer between Dosuun and Skye. "Early warning detection systems will be implented here, and here giving us more forewarning than we had previously." Fordham spoke on the Ssi-Ruuk events and how it had shaken the First Order and their thought of security.

"Here," he points to a location near Endor, "to allievate pressure from the sector station, here." The laser pointer moves down toward Hoth. "Again, early detection warning systems will be implented along the border to deter any attempts by the Alliance to enter our territory and here." His laser moved between Ryoone and Lanteeb. "We've a lot of mining here and would make perhaps the most efficent location."

"I'm willing to hear four other locations."

[member="Jen Rennic"] | [member="Hogrum Veed"]