Meeting and Planning and Stuff

[Tobias Dracks]

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Planet: Carida
Location: Capital City, Senate Chamber / Minister of Defense Office

Leaning over the window of the office, the Vice Chancellor and the Minister of Defense were still having the same argument. Secrete Senate authorization from the Military Oversight Committee had finally given them the okay to move on with Operation: Common Rights. However, movement of the 1st Sector Army and the 3rd Republic Fleet were still undermanned and the were still short on officers. The Senate had already chosen Field Commander Glazer to lead the Ground Forces, Admiral Baxton would be in charge of the Fleet.

"Tobias, you can not go into battle," Stated the Minister of Defense, he was rubbing his temples and leaning over his desk, "You are the Vice Chancellor for Force Sakes man, should you be lost the Republic would not be able to recover, its hard to stop the Chancellor from going, not you too."

The Reptilian politician only continued to stare out the window. "Stop your complaining Derik, this plan has to go off without the slightest problems and though I trust the Commander and Admiral know what they are doing, we can not risk damaging anything that could cause problems in the future."

The Minister leaned back in his seat, then looked over to the VC, "I hate you when you make sense, but the military hates when the senate gets involved, General Halle and General Corek are going to have our heads, and god knows Admiral Tylane is going to have a field day," He tapped his computer and sent out the orders, "The Operations Commanders have been informed, shall we move on to the next conversation?"

Tobias nodded, he asked for special case officers to take on a difficult and nearly impossible mission that would take cost lives. He needed the top soldiers to make up this unit, and the Minister had gathered their leaders to talk about the mission.

"Okay, bring them in Sergeant." The Minister spoke into his communication device.

A Republic Commando opened the door and showed in the three troopers, by the file he was presented they were Sergeant [member="Drass Mon"], Sergeant [member="Reginald Frederickson"] and Lieutenant [member="Robert Praxon"].

 

[Drass Mon]

Drass looked like what he had been, the big, strong, and mean Mercenary.

The man was large enough, clad in the armor the New Republic had supplied him with: bit more standardized than what he was used to when fighting with the Azure Claw. But it was fine enough for what it was. As for the mission itself, where did his mind fall with that?

He was fearless.

This was Drass’s element, the raw violence and danger he thrived and more than anything else he knew it would do damn fine to improve his reputation: maybe for those few in the Galaxy who had known what he had once been and to prove it for himself he had gotten better.

“Sir.”

He wasn’t very talkative right now though, merely giving a stark nod of his head at the Vice Chancellor once he entered,

[member="Tobias Dracks"]

 

[Reginald Frederickson]

Oh dear, what have you gotten yourself into this time Hawke? Reginald wondered, sitting in one of the many identical chairs outside the minister of defense for the New Republic's office. Honestly, he could have seen himself ending up here one way or another eventually, but not quite as a member of the military, let alone having shot up to his current rank within virtually no time at all. Perhaps I could take a ship and begone of all this nonsense. No no no, surely they have multiple tracking devices on all of their ships. He sat, the empty eye-sockets of his skull staring directly forward in contemplation, though that would be nearly impossible to tell from an outside perspective. Much to most of the building's chagrin, his appearance was... strange, to say the least. A walking skeleton dressed in an exquisitely well made outfit adorned with a tall, wide-brimmed hat, a cane tipped on both ends with gold, and jewelry made of gold and precious stones, all of which are very dear to him, not so much for any reason other than that they help to give a certain vibe to his character.

Suddenly a commando opened the door wide for them, Drass Mon proceeding ahead without hesitation. Drass and the commando gave off a completely different feeling than himself, Drass specifically looking big, strong, and mean compared to his small, frail, and... spooky. Probably should have worn something more appropriate for the situation. He thought. Following behind Drass with the distinct tapping sound of his cane on the hard floor, Reginald strut into the office, stopping directly next to his compatriots before going into a deep bow, his free hand put across his chest.

"Charmed," The word resonated within the minds of all in the room "I'm sure."

 

[Robert Praxon]

Leaning against the far wall of the waiting room Robert eyed the two other individuals suspiciously. One, a jarhead through and through, the type to just lift the back end of a tank so that the other men can put new tracks on it because they can't be bothered to wait for a repair crew. Built like a tree trunk, thick and densely muscled with a serious composure and a face only a mother could love. If Robert knew anything about the Army, it was that this man, whether he was one or not, would make a perfect Sergeant.

The other, he, or it, was a different story entirely. Seeming to wear a tailored suit with a tall wide brimmed hat with copious amounts of expensive jewelry he didn't seem like the military type at all. To be honest, he didn't seem to be the living type either. Little more than petrified bones it was a wonder how he was up an walking at all, let along capable of any kind of style. There was definitely something about this one that screamed the mysteries of the force, something Robert knew almost nothing about.

Robert himself was a simple man by most standards, simply wearing his dress uniform, freshly pressed of course. His ribbon rack displayed and his few medals dangling just under. It was an unimpressive uniform by the standards of many, having freshly graduated from the Academy only weeks ago. However, Robert did have the distinct honor of a particular ribbon, one that did make him stand out. That one was given only to the top of a graduating class, marking them as the sort of man or woman who deserved a swift rise. Robert of course intended to do just that, hoping whatever this was would lead to a promotion either now or soon afterwards, after all, this was the Minister of Defenses office.

Stepping through the doors along with his two compatriots Robert would watch as Drass spoke, giving a simple nod, a distinct lack in courtesy. The other on the other hand seemed to reach inside the minds of those present, speaking to them in quite a gentlemanly manner. Robert would simply bring his heels together, raising his right hand in a quick salute to the minister before bringing his hands behind his back to rest comfortably. "Permission to take the stick out of my ass, sir?" he asked with a cocky grin as he stood, rigid and professional, something he dislike immensely.

 

[Tobias Dracks]

Tobias scanned all those that entered the room before him, these individuals reeked of Mercenary work. He had seen the type, hell the man that trained him was a Merc of the highest order. He did not mind this kind of aptitude or veteran skill all in one place, really it made him feel a little at home.

The first man to enter seemed to not know military regulation, saluting to a commanding officer or elected offical after reporting to a request of presence was protocol. However, the Vice Chancellor did not mind this, being a Marshal Commander before being elected to his current position made him numb to this breach of military code. The Second man was more interesting, the voice in his head did not startle him. Only continuing to look at the man, he could see the individual that looked more dead then alive. Hearing the voice in his head, he could only assume the being was kept alive by the will of the Force, a good choice for this mission. The last man instantly made the worries about the mission just wash away, a merc that knew the protocols as well as was not a tight ass. Tobias could not be happier with the team that was picked.

[member="Robert Praxon"], [member="Reginald Frederickson"], and [member="Drass Mon"] stood before him, Tobias returned the salute and looked to the Minister, "That will be all Minister Timoth, I would like to speak to them alone, please inform General [member="Noah Corek"] about the operation and have the fleet prepare," The minister sighed and left the room with the Commando. Tobias looked to the men, "Permission granted Lieutenant, please take a seat."

Tobias continued to stand, "Greetings troopers, I am Vice Chancellor Tobias Drakes and lest skip the formalities since I am sure you guys are not fawn of the Political Chit," He pressed a button on the desk that tinted the windows and the Holo-Projector of a solar system appeared. If one was knowledgeable, they could realize it was the Commenor System. "You are about to briefed into Operation: Common Rights, are you ready to accept your mission?"

 

[Drass Mon]

Drass looked to the other two men, he had seen more exotic types than the skeleton so it didn't shake him too far and the other one reminded him of him some, but not much: hard to take a gauge of his eventual partners.

"More than ready, now what is it?"

Wasn't found of the idea of having to accept something without having too good of an idea about it, he saw Commenor and not much else. He knew a bit about all the nonsense that had gone down over there, hard not to hear galactic happenings of that scale. Not shocking either that they were riding on to it, or so he assumed they were doing, damn fine way to go and fix up his reputation.

He was intentionally this blunt, it just happened sometimes. Still a decent bit of the old career he needed to shake.

[member="Tobias Dracks"] [member="Robert Praxon"] [member="Reginald Frederickson"]

 

[Robert Praxon]

Sitting in the nearest seat Robert glanced around momentarily as the light dimmed. "I'm definitely going to get an office this nice some day." he thought to himself. The map that appeared was not one Robert was familiar with in the slightest, though he could only assume it was some nearby system that they were to help bring into the fold. "Common Right huh?" he muttered to himself as he leaned forward in his chair.

"If the Academy taught me anything at all, its that I'm more than ready to accept anything my superiors throw at me." Grinning again Robert looked very similar to what one would expect from an overconfident junior officer. Pulling a small metal case from his coat pocket Robert flipped it open with his thumb, revealing fiver cigars, tightly packed together. Pointing to the container Robert seemed to be asking if Tobias wanted one, or possibly that he was asking permission to smoke.

 

[Reginald Frederickson]

Raising from his bow, Reginald placed his hand back at his side, standing in a dignified way before being asked to have a seat. He didn't hesitate to accept that offer, clanking his bony rear into the nearest chair. When Tobias activated the hologram, Reginald saw a star system, presumably the setting for whatever dirty work they had been called in to perform. "Vice Chancellor, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't looking forward to the tasks you had for me." He said, lowering his ancient mandible and raising it again and again to try to imitate what speech might look like on a person with no flesh. Obviously he wasn't speaking truthfully, but he figured it would be wise to seem like he was the kind of person that enjoyed the carnage of battle, which to some extent was true, though not usually in the "your orders are to stop this group of mad cultists from destroying planet X" kind of way. Regardless, if he somehow managed to work his way far up the ranks of the New Republic, he would very likely be able to begin certain machinations he never had the opportunity to before, potentially expanding his theoretical knowledge into practical use, though he never really bothered to look into the New Republic's views on live, torturous experimentation on sentient subjects.

 

[Tobias Dracks]

The Vice Chancellor only nodded as each of them accepted the mission before them. Seemed they were all top notch troopers and were good picks by the Minister. He nodded but did not accept any cigs from [member="Robert Praxon"] though he continued with his briefing.

"This is the Commenor System, recently occupied by Sith Imperial Forces and the closest threat to Republic Security," He pressed a button on the terminal and it zoomed in on the planet. "In a few days time, the Republic 1st and 4th Fleets will launch an operation along with Commenor Rebel Cells and their allies to liberate the planet from the invaders, however, several cell leaders have raised flags about the safety of their queen held in the Royal Palace that is currently acting as Imperial Command Center."

He looked at the leaders of the Company of men that would take on the mission. Pressed another button and a red triangle appeared in orbit, zooming in were three green triangles. The three triangles rushed the red one and a smaller blue triangle made its way to the planet. "Your mission in the operation men is to secure the Palace, half your company will secure a beach head for allied forces, while leadership and a your elite storm the palace and secure the Queen or cut off exits for possible evacuation of the Royal Household."

The hologram zoomed in more to show the Royal Palace as well as the surrounding buildings, "The 82nd Airborne Marine Company will be dropped in by an Old Republic Orbital Drop Pod on top of the Royal Palace, once a proper hole can be made in the enemy fleet, the rest of the 3rd Marine Corp will arrive at the cleared beachhead created."

He looked back at the rest the men again, "You main objective is to secure the Palace at all cost, the Imperials can not escape the system with the Queen, if you see a chance to secure the VIP take it, but only do so if your certain she can be unharmed, otherwise one of the Commenorian Allies already has plans to secure the Queen and we are just the muscle of the operation." He knew that would not be taken well by the marines, but that was the sort of politics they were playing. "Secondary objectives are to secure Imperial Officers, data-terminals, and droids, standard raid protocols are in place, if it can be moved we take it, if not blow it and blame it on the Imperials."

Tobias paused for a second to let it sink in, "Any questions about the operations?"

[member="Drass Mon"] [member="Reginald Frederickson"]

 

[Drass Mon]

“With all due respect, sir. We’ve gotten to hear how it sounds when it goes smoothly, but what are we actually up against to make our pretty little ops look like a half eaten Rodian?”

Definitely an, interesting, way to put it to say the least. The concern seemed totally legitimate in Drass’s mind, he needed to know what kind of dangers he was throwing himself up against: mentally he was strongly pushing to establish the beachhead, he ain’t one of those shiny Black Ops type, he was a big gruff mercenary going in and busting heads. Not quite how Black Ops operates.

He didn’t voice the strong desire of course, better to stay more cordial about it all.

[member="Tobias Dracks"] [member="Reginald Frederickson"] [member="Robert Praxon"]

 

[Reginald Frederickson]

Reginald tilted his head upwards some at the explanation of the operation. This sounded strangely familiar; Infiltrate a monachy, cause a ruckus, and get out alive. Yes, he had definitely done this before, though this operation added in the task of exfiltrating said monarch, which was no easy task when that person likely has the trained eye of the Sith upon them.

"Nothing I haven't done before." He nonchalantly replied "Do you have any sort of exit plan, or are we supposed to find our own ways or die. Nothing personal of course if you don't, I'll prepare something on my own otherwise." Reginald was like to steal the nearest ship and ditch the New Republic if the worst came about, after all, he can't rightly work if he's dead.

 

[Robert Praxon]

Robert looked over the map with a critical gaze, trying to spot any kind of problems that may arise. To him it seemed like a simple raid, one a unit such as the 3rd Marine Corps were more than equipped to handle. The macro of the plan had clearly been thought out to extreme detail by members of the New Republic at far higher stations than his own. On the company level however, it would be Robert's job to assure everything went as smoothly as possible. The planning of the beachhead would be up to him and he meant to take it extremely seriously.

Putting one of the cigars to his lips Robert would close the case and place it back in his coat pocket only to pull out a small lighter. Flicking it open with a snap of his wrist he lit his cigar and shut it again in a single smooth motion. "I'm assuming all planning of the operation at my level will be up to me, correct Vice Chancellor? I don't intend to fail my first real assignment."