RIP Carlyle Rausgeber
"It's all been bloody marvellous..."
Carlyle gazed wearily from the viewport of the Vindicator. At this point in the operation, he'd assumed he'd be celebrating the end of such a mammoth project. But he was wrong, dead karking wrong. The resurgent-class star destroyers construction was far more precarious than he'd have liked to have admitted. The commodore had found himself thrust into the role of overseeing construction after the defection of Admiral Tanomas Graf. Initially, the job was easy, it was to provide security detail and the like, but then came the design aspects. Carlyle never thought the engineers so incompetent as to manage to kark up the aft batteries, but kark. Here he was.
There was a call behind him, "Commodore, we have visitors. The Grand Moff is arriving imminently." The comms technician said.
"Alert Project Legacy to allocate a hangar for myself and the others." Carlyle commanded, turning and walking down the durasteel command bridge, "Prepare a shuttle for my transport."
[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Cyrus"] Tregasser
There was a call behind him, "Commodore, we have visitors. The Grand Moff is arriving imminently." The comms technician said.
"Alert Project Legacy to allocate a hangar for myself and the others." Carlyle commanded, turning and walking down the durasteel command bridge, "Prepare a shuttle for my transport."
[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Cyrus"] Tregasser
