Prefsbelt Commander
OPERATION: Long Sabre
LOCATION: The Outer Rim, Sector 42-ZF, Neutral Space
INTELLIGENCE CLEARANCE: Class Four
CO: FltAdm Carlyle Rausgeber
XO: Cpt Tamm'orr'nuruodo [AKA: "@Morro"]
ASST OFF:
FOSB section [REDACTED] was able to still retain the data, and sent FIRETEAM STURM to halt the vessels. STURM were unsuccessful, but noted that a larger escort of vessels were deployed. Estimates provided by STURM 1 were that approximately, nine, to ten frigates were launched as escorts. CENTRAL COMMAND was informed, and believes that it is of the imperative to intercept the weapons, and destroy both SSI RUUK IMPERIUM and smuggler forces.
OBJECTIVES:
Fleet Admiral waited aboard the FIV Malice, the hulking resurgent-class star destroyer, a sense of tenative trepidation came over the Fleet Admiral. The droid, was faced with many variables, at the moment. All of which made the droid uneasy. In human form, he'd have been perhaps able to shrug them off, as small problems. However, now, with his survivalist programming, he felt somewhat concerned.
The Ssi-Ruuk were at the top of that list. Who knew what weapons this smuggler had been providing them, or how long he'd been arming them. That, and the size of their navy had always been something of an anomaly. Central Command of course had guesses, but that's what they were. Questimations. Something which consistently sat uneasy with Rausgeber, particularly when dealing with this type of fiend.
But perhaps what scared Rausgeber most of all was the men he was tasked with. Rookies. A bunch of commanders, captains and commodores who, from what he understood, had near no experience in the type of warfare Rausgeber's Sixth Fleet often contested with. Nonetheless, the droid steadily calmed himself, and watched from the corner of his eye as the interdictors lead by his junior, Captain Morro continued dragging their net.
Hopefully, this wasn't some wild bantha chase, and they would catch those who defied the First Order. But now, as always, was a waiting game. "Hold position." The Fleet Admiral commanded over comms, broadcasting to the junior commanders, who waited his every word, "Loosen your fleet positioning, and prepare yourselves for anything." Rausgeber commanded, "Who knows what awaits us."
LOCATION: The Outer Rim, Sector 42-ZF, Neutral Space
INTELLIGENCE CLEARANCE: Class Four
CO: FltAdm Carlyle Rausgeber
XO: Cpt Tamm'orr'nuruodo [AKA: "@Morro"]
ASST OFF:
- Comdr [member="Theo Katarn"]
- Cpt [member="Derek Tarkin"]
- Cpt [member="Vaucris Macroe"]
- Lt Cmdr [member="Karl Rippach"]
FOSB section [REDACTED] was able to still retain the data, and sent FIRETEAM STURM to halt the vessels. STURM were unsuccessful, but noted that a larger escort of vessels were deployed. Estimates provided by STURM 1 were that approximately, nine, to ten frigates were launched as escorts. CENTRAL COMMAND was informed, and believes that it is of the imperative to intercept the weapons, and destroy both SSI RUUK IMPERIUM and smuggler forces.
OBJECTIVES:
- Seize the weapons
- Destroy the SSI-RUUK vessels
- Capture the smuggler known as BANE
- Lethal force is authorised
Fleet Admiral waited aboard the FIV Malice, the hulking resurgent-class star destroyer, a sense of tenative trepidation came over the Fleet Admiral. The droid, was faced with many variables, at the moment. All of which made the droid uneasy. In human form, he'd have been perhaps able to shrug them off, as small problems. However, now, with his survivalist programming, he felt somewhat concerned.
The Ssi-Ruuk were at the top of that list. Who knew what weapons this smuggler had been providing them, or how long he'd been arming them. That, and the size of their navy had always been something of an anomaly. Central Command of course had guesses, but that's what they were. Questimations. Something which consistently sat uneasy with Rausgeber, particularly when dealing with this type of fiend.
But perhaps what scared Rausgeber most of all was the men he was tasked with. Rookies. A bunch of commanders, captains and commodores who, from what he understood, had near no experience in the type of warfare Rausgeber's Sixth Fleet often contested with. Nonetheless, the droid steadily calmed himself, and watched from the corner of his eye as the interdictors lead by his junior, Captain Morro continued dragging their net.
Hopefully, this wasn't some wild bantha chase, and they would catch those who defied the First Order. But now, as always, was a waiting game. "Hold position." The Fleet Admiral commanded over comms, broadcasting to the junior commanders, who waited his every word, "Loosen your fleet positioning, and prepare yourselves for anything." Rausgeber commanded, "Who knows what awaits us."
Name: FIV Malice
Class: Modified Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: All fighters docked, awaiting orders.
Firing at: N/A
Name: FIV Conquistador
Class:Vanquisher-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: All fighters docked, awaiting orders.
Firing at: N/A
Name: FIV Menace
Class: Vanquisher-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: All fighters docked, awaiting orders.
Firing at: N/A
Class: Modified Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: All fighters docked, awaiting orders.
Firing at: N/A
Name: FIV Conquistador
Class:Vanquisher-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: All fighters docked, awaiting orders.
Firing at: N/A
Name: FIV Menace
Class: Vanquisher-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: All fighters docked, awaiting orders.
Firing at: N/A
