Private Rest, Respite, and New Assignments

[Tiria Reinhart]

Location: Meeting, Phoenix Base, Scarif
Tag: Luna Terrik | Damsy Callat | Subject 73 Red | Tobias Wrynn | Anakwor Farlorn | Jasmille Kavos | Jrurki Liz | Allya Vi'Dreya | Tyrias Aran

Tiria's eyes held an age that did not belong to one with her physical appearance. She played it off, of course. Simply a woman that had seen much in her time. Nevertheless, it was perhaps one thing that drew an itch in others. Much as a certain sense in the Force -- especially those trained in understanding its currents -- might draw attention. Unfortunately, she could not suppress that ever-present connection that spanned entire solar systems. Tiria would sooner gnaw her own arm off before managing to take a metaphysical blade to her Hive mind.

Those eyes turned to find a Chiss among them now. A blue-skinned species with one of the strongest senses of resolve and duty that Tiria knew of an individualistic species. There were exceptions, but no species was perfect. Not even a Hive such as herself.

A younger woman, one with a storied history with the Grand Marshal, then spoke up. Workshops. A sound addition to the base. As for entertainment amenities, Tiria had no objection. The men and women of the Dauntless needed opportunities to relax. Few species had evolved to weather an endless flow of adrenaline or the rigors of mental strain that then unduly impacted other biological functions. Even she would enjoy the opportunity to learn more about those here and elsewhere in the base.

When Damsy joined them at her leisure, the caramel skinned woman turned her gaze in her direction. A new recruit, and surprising addition to this assembly. Another set of eyes soon found the personnel file and noted the most pertinent of information about one Niobe Crowe, Adjunct assigned from the Knights Obsidian. An unpleasant turn of events to be sure. Perhaps unsurprisingly given relatively recent events, but one replete with opportunities to foster ill-will. Tiria would need to make sure that did not happen -- as a result of either party's actions or intent.

Red soon joined them, with the man quickly taking a seat. A dutiful soldier. Interesting background and equally curious roster of exploits on his own.

Jas' contribution was welcome. It went without saying that as the most diverse, specialized, and equipped branch of the Confederacy they should be well trained and knowledgeable of engaging enemies regardless of environment or hazards present.

Meanwhile, the General offered a bit of his own stock before launching into a very detailed account of items he brought to the table. His first topic for discussion met well with Jas' thought of a thorough and varied training regimen. Biological and chemical warfare were circumstances they should be prepared to confront. As to the second... Tiria had a practiced mask -- a poker face she'd learned long ago -- but even that had the faintest narrowing of the eyes and thinning of the lips. Flamethrowers. Her Hive knew the weaponry all too well. The thought of using them did not sit well with her, but she could not openly refute that the Commandos and Rangers should learn to handle such revolting weaponry.

At that point the Grand Marshal made a point of introducing the Fleet Marshall and the Chiss' intended purpose attending the meeting today. It made sense that the Dauntless would have a dedicated means of mobilization. They couldn't wait on some naval vessel to drop by, pick them up, and then ferry the Commandos into battle. A rapid response demanded cutting out any delay. Tiria only hoped the Navy could spare something substantial to the effort.

"Grand Marshall," Tiria turned's eyes stayed with the woman as Luna Terrik jotted down notes. "As the base expands, I recommend creating small armories throughout the facility. Caches of small arms and equipment necessary to secure the base in case of attack. It may also play well to any live exercises hosted within our own halls." Having a main armory where heavy ordinance was kept would make securing it easier, but to limit themselves to a single point of failure would mean an adversary had only one place to claim and secure themselves.

As Luna launched into more of her agenda, Tiria soon found herself the recipient of a promotion. The placid woman even managed a smile and a nod of her head at the recognition. There was no cause to complain at being promoted. Even if she wouldn't mind the authority of being a General. Colonel would do. She had yet to discover the identify of the one that torched her world and nearly wiped her kind -- the original member of her Hive -- from existence. There was time.

A brief pause was given for response, though it was the next topic that held the most attention. New squad assignment? No doubt in part due to the loss of Damsy Callat. When others had inquired if her counterpart had been aware of what happened on Atrisia, Tiria had replied simple, 'No.' She had after all been occupied scaling a cliff to secure the tasked survivors. Tiria had trusted in Damsy's judgement and if they required her be left alone in hostile territory it had not been Reinhart's place to question it. The truth of the matter would remain left to the ether.

 

[Tyrias Aran]

Location: Meeting, Phoenix Base, Scarif
Tag: Luna Terrik | Damsy Callat | Subject 73 Red | Tobias Wrynn | Anakwor Farlorn | Jasmille Kavos | Jrurki Liz | Allya Vi'Dreya | Tiria Reinhart

Tyrias' red eyes pivoted to find Allya Vi'Dreya seated nearby. "A pleasure, Major Vi'Dreya." Respect was given in turn, and she was pleased to find her presence so well-received. At least none had demonstrated any disrespect toward her for being what she was. After all, any galactic faction would benefit from the drive of a member of the Ascendancy.

"It will be an honor to serve with you all," the Fleet Marshal added after Luna introduced her to the group. Without wasting their time with unnecessary speeches, the blue-skinned woman took a seat nearby curious what was on the Grand Marshal's agenda.

As she slowly sampled the drink she herself had poured, Tyrias listened attentively to what everyone in the room said. They were engaged on the topic, which would only prove a boon to their future. While it was important for a subordinate to know when a decision had been made, and to accept that decision without further resistance or complaint, now was the time to make one's thoughts known. Poor leadership would be assuming you knew everything and had a full picture of the needs of one's personnel. Many leaders at varying levels would have different perspectives and needs; Luna was wise to hear their thoughts.

A smile graced the Chiss' lips as she lifted a glass to the assembled group. "Promotions well-deserved. I look forward to your accomplishments." There were new responsibilities that came with higher rank, of course. Some thought it a grand existence havign power and pretige in a military organization. That was because they were not privy to events or responsibilities that occurred outside of the public view. Nevertheless, they would adapt and come out all the better for it.

 

[Anakwor Farlorn]

Farlorn's Forlorn
Colonel Anakwor Farlorn
Location: Scarif – Phoenix Base

Tags: Luna Terrik Allya Vi'Dreya Damsy Callat Tiria Reinhart Tobias Wrynn Jasmille Kavos Tyrias Aran
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"I shall give you her reports and recommendations after the meeting, ma'am," Farlorn responded to the Grand Marshall's request.

Farlorn nodded along with everything. He had secretly been wishing for a more streamlined approach to Dauntless ranks and organization. They had long ceased to be a small elite military unit. They had stopped being the scale. They were now the heavy-hitting ram to smash down fortress walls for the droid legions behind them. First in, last out...

A whole shoal of promotions was being dished out at this table. Certainly to people who deserved it after their long years of service and had performed admirably on the field of battle. He had been with Dauntless ever since the early days of the Confederacy, where the vicelord declared that all in the Galaxy were equal and created a great nation to safeguard the rights of the people. But in those days they had been a small state. They had been a shining beacon of light besieged on all sides by hateful tyrants and vengeful despoilers. Dauntless and the uncountable droid legions in those days had been the bulwark of ten thousand systems and trillions of souls. He had seen the light and had fought to protect it.

He had fought and survived the relentless Great War against the Empire. On Tatooine, he had defined his career during that massive battle where the two Galactic powers through more and more men into that brutal meatgrinder. In those brutal mountain ranges, he had fought his most brutal battle. More brutal than Zonmira. More brutal than even Taanab. He could still remember everything about that with alarming clarity. Those three days to take that fortress.

The Forever Gate, or so it had been nicknamed my the troopers due to the fact it seemed to be forever out of reach, out of victory. On the third and final day, on the eastern flank. As the sun was at its zenith, as the ground below them baked under the unrelenting heat, the Zolan forces advanced, making their sacrifice. Ahead, that cursed gate, defended by the dreaded castmates and the hated Imperial death machines that guarded it. Dark green chemical gas, unleashed by the Imperials in the morning, in their desperation, swept the terrible corpse covered ground before the gate, inhabited by the Zolan dead. The air was steam-hot and the wind was screaming at them, telling them to turn back.

He breathed out loud for a moment. As he recalled the most terrible moments of the battle. He poured himself more booze and emptied it.

Missles shrieked through the air and fires burned everywhere. As Major Farlorn led his forces up the hill, towards the gate, he heard the thunk of impacts, so many impacts. Clouds of pink mist to his left and right as men were hit. The crunching under his feet from the hundreds of fallen from the last waves, literally slowly building a rampart up towards the gates with their lives. Tanks all around them exploded in great fireballs, leaving behind a field of strewn, broken and blackened. The bombardment was so severe they were all afraid it would ground the mountain away. Ahead, below the gates, the death machines of the Emperor came of life once more and crashed into their lines. Farlorn screamed at his men to advance forwards no matter what, and the men of Zolan did, throwing themselves and their lives away on the Imperial lines.

He turned his attention back to the meeting at hand. He saw his promotion to Colonel as something long time coming and certainly something he had desired and deserved. At last. "It is a great honor to receive the current rank of Colonel to continue my duties to the great Confederacy." The Colonel of the Rangers nodded. "I see great improvements to Dauntless as a whole from this reform, Grand Marshall. My thanks to your efforts. It is of my great interest to hear what new front my Forlorn Rangers are sent on."

 

[Damsy Callat]

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R E F L E C T​

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Form: Humanoid | Equipment: Dress uniform, lightsaber, holdout sidearm |​

Tags: Luna Terrik Allya Vi'Dreya Tiria Reinhart ​

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Likewise, Niobe drew her lips tight and gave a short nod along with a smile, not anti-social but rather not overly friendly - professional. Though the Siren of Kamino might have been able to get away with a warmer regard, even by a few significant degrees Celsius, the new adjunct couldn't. No one knew her. No one cared. Not yet.​

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Besides Allya. It was a miracle she hadn't glanced over at her sister at her aforemention. If she had, she would have certainly stared, and that wouldn't have done. Damsy had proved herself in many combative fields, with war intelligence not being one of them. Even if, in name, she no longer boasted all the experience she once had, in practice she did; for example, Niobe could wield a trident masterfully, but still her poker face needed work. ​

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By the end of this, if everything - or most things - went right, she'd greatly improve that capacity.​

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"Thank you, G-grand Marshal." She almost slipped up, warm goosebumps immediately rising up her spine. She refused to speak further. Doing so without calming down would, at best, cement her first impression as a poor one and, at worst, raise suspicion before she even began her investigations. So she looked around instead, fighting to keep her cool and winning, nodding at her would-be new comrades. In truth, she at least recognized all of them if their specific names didn't come to her. ​

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Keep swimming, Dams, she told herself during her visual sweep of the room. You're not prey here.​

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Then who, or what, was? Luna? The Defense Force? Both.​

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The only problem: in all her years as a squaloid prowling her story territory, she had never once hunted prey she didn't want to eat. She didn't want to undermine Legion, not in any way, but she did desperately want to know just what Blackwing had done to her. Maybe that enthusiasm would be her downfall, facing her with a conundrum indeed.​

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[Luna Terrik]

R E S P I T E

Location: Scarif – Phoenix Base
Time: 2045 Hours
Tags: | Damsy Callat | Tiria Reinhart | Subject 73 Red | Anakwor Farlorn | Jasmille Kavos | Jrurki Liz | Allya Vi'Dreya | Tyrias Aran | Maeve Archeron |

It made Luna happy to see that everyone was more or happy with their new assigned ranks. Made it easier on her mind and would almost certainly mean she’d be receiving less paperwork later from them filing official complaints. Paperwork had become the worst part of this job by far at this point. When they had been a smaller unit, paperwork was rarely an annoying issue. Always someone else she could push the forms too. A little bit more tough to try anything like that when you were almost the absolute end of the chain of command. Pushing it toward the war minister’s office, or even the Vicelord’s could be an option, but did she really want them on her ass for something as small as a weekend pass form? No, no probably not.

That made it easier on her move onto the next, and practically, last part of her agenda for the meeting. A short one, to be sure. More an excuse to socialize with the officers and drink for the first time in quite a long time. After she addressed Tiria’s idea, however. “I like that idea. Though figuring out how to best secure the armories that you so describe. Perhaps only giving access to certain clearances would work best. That way we don’t have any..bold privates deciding it would be a fun idea to steal a rocket launcher and shoot it off toward the ocean.” A bit of a specific example, maybe. Certainly wasn’t something she saw training privates during her time with the First Order. Nope. Definitely never saw anything like that. And those privates for sure didn’t get dishonorably discharged..after they pointed the rocket launcher the wrong way and blew up a truck.

With that less than desirable memory put away back in it’s proper place with another swig of whiskey followed by another, knowing that Private Kowalksi was going to haunt her dreams tonight, Luna got back to the matter at hand. The new squad assignments, and the other major reason that all these officers were in the same room. “Back on Atrisia, we deployed the largest number of commando squads in the same as we have since..Tanaab, I believe. Though I would have to check the official numbers on that.” A wave of her hand dismissed this point. “Regardless, it worked very well due to putting the command of the squads in many of you all’s hands. Because of that, I see no reason to change how we were approaching the handling of these situations.”

A few button presses on her holopad brought a new list to project through the holoprojector. It listed off the new squad assignments, and how they would be designated moving forward. For posterity, the Grand Marshal began to list it off herself. “Colonel Farlorn,” she started, turing toward the grizzled man. “You obviously retain the command of the rangers. Nothing changed there. You will just go under the codename Lambda for official documents.” Not that much of a change at all. Just a different codename. The rest of the officer’s new squads would be a bit different in some cases.

“Colonel Reinhart, Captain Red, due to you two’s success on Atrisia with these two squads, I have transferred them officially full to your commands. Reinhart with the Alpha squad, Red with Sigma squad.” Two more down, only a few to go at this point. The youngest of the group, her close friend, Allya was next. Luna turned to address the dark skinned Mandalorian, nodding toward the list. “They’re not omega, nor are they alpha, but Delta squad will serve you well. They are attached to a brigade, if you think you can handle it.” Luna seriously doubted that the young woman would tell her if she couldn’t handle it, and would more than likely jump at an opportunity like this. Might as well let her have her fun now.

Finally, the Grand Marshall turned to the newest adjunct, locking eyes with the woman with a slight smile gracing her face. “I’m bias, but omega is the best. They’re my squad. Have been since the beginning. While you are with us, you are taking command of them. Treat them well, and they’ll keep you safe. I promise.” Who knew if this force user was feeling any sort of nervousness. The least she could do though was try to relieve some of that nervousness if it did exist.

Leaning back in her chair, that smile began to widen a bit as she finished off the speech, turning the holoprojector off as she did so. “That leaves Tau squad under my command for the time being. I’ll whip them into shape real quickly.” With a grin, the redhead slowly retrieved the drink from it’s position on the table, holding it toward the center of the table in a toasting motion. “If there are no questions, I think it’s high time we all take a few hours to relax. It’s back to work tomorrow.” The glass was raised slightly, now toasting to the table.

“First in. Last out. Always.”

 

[Tyrias Aran]

Location: Meeting, Phoenix Base, Scarif
Tag: Luna Terrik | Damsy Callat | Subject 73 Red | Tobias Wrynn | Anakwor Farlorn | Jasmille Kavos | Jrurki Liz | Allya Vi'Dreya | Tiria Reinhart

Tyrias lifted her glass up before her in order to carefully study the remains of its contents. Or so it would seem. A subtle shift in her gaze few would truly note given the Chiss eye, however, and the Fleet Marshal regarded first Luna Terrik and then Major Crowe. Quite an interesting development, was it not? Two Colonels tasked with respectable squads, but not with the Grand Marshal's Best? Battles took place on many different kinds of battlefields. Tyrias suspected this one took place out of sight and behind closed doors. Something to monitor.

"Relaxation is 'work,'" the blue woman said aloud. "One makes certain it has a place in the schedule like anything else. One pursues the craft to its fullest. But above all, one arranges for company to ensure it is carried out. So, tell me," Tyrias leaned over the table in Luna's direction, "what is it Luna Terrik does to accomplish her Mission to relax?"

After the remains of her drink were tossed back and the glass set down, the Chiss reached up to unbutton the coat of her Naval uniform. There was no law that a Chiss could not 'relax,' and if one were to do so it would be in comfort.

 

[Damsy Callat]

R E F L E C T​

Form: Humanoid | Equipment: Dress uniform, lightsaber, holdout sidearm |
Tags: Luna Terrik Allya Vi'Dreya Tiria Reinhart

Niobe didn't have to be told twice. She retreated from where she stood around a table shortly for another, easily finding the bar and making herself a drink. Or, rather, a "drink" - a beer bottle she covertly emptied filled with water. She didn't dare push her luck further and salt it. It would be safer to resalinate in her quarters later. Two sips of beer earlier in the company of Ryk Gaelir, while not dangerous to her squaloid anatomy, was enough for the night. Niobe had made the mistake of drunkeness only once, as Damsy; even when shifted, gills absorbed into her skin, the sithspawn could still readily drown in too much alcohol. Before that, enough of the stuff would euthanize. Fortunately, Damsy had only ever gotten that far.

Upon her return, she nodded. She got Omega squad back. The realization hit her in waves, all behind lively eyes and gracious smile:

She would get to see Typhan again -

- she would have to see Berrezz again.

Her heart sunk to the bottom of her stomach slowly like a piece of flimsiplast finally settling to a muddy, abyssal floor at the thought of deceiving him too...as if Luna wasn't enough. The 'verse just had to kick Damsy when she was down, didn't it? - or maybe it was Gerwald Lechner doing the beating. Never in her life, not even when she had left Kamino for the second time, had she been more torn up.

 

[Tiria Reinhart]

Location: Meeting, Phoenix Base, Scarif
Tag: Luna Terrik | Damsy Callat | Subject 73 Red | Tobias Wrynn | Anakwor Farlorn | Jasmille Kavos | Jrurki Liz | Allya Vi'Dreya | Tyrias Aran

Tiria nodded at Luna's suggestion. "Such armories would be restricted. At least the Sergeant level should provide sufficient training in discipline and leadership to gauge whether armed response is necessary." They could limit it to Lieutenant and above, as Officers were reasonably expected to possess such traits. However, a seasoned Enlisted officer could be entrusted with the duty as well, and there would be greater number of them distributed throughout the facility in the event of an assault.

It would then seem her assignment with Alpha squad was made official for the foreseeable future. The Colonel had no objection to it; not that there were many grounds for a Commando to refuse an assignment with any expectation to be taken seriously. She looked forward to the responsibility.

A dark eye followed Damsy Callat as she quickly slipped away from the table. Unlike the Major, Tiria stood and made her way casually back to the bar.

The muddled sound of a glass clinking atop the bar sounded her arrival. "Omega Squad," the Colonel began as she reached forth to retrieve a bottle of Geonosis Gin, "is worthy of their reputation. Be it on paper or the Grand Marshal's lips. They continued to perform their duties admirably and without falter even when it became clear their Commander would not be joining us on Atrisia." As the contents of the bottle slowly poured into Tiria's glass, the woman glanced aside toward Crowe. "I doubt you will find any of them in tears over that loss, but a word of advice?" The bottle was returned to its place and Tiria lifted the glass from the bar. "Don't mistake stoic acceptance for heartlessness, or that they are not suffering in silence."

With that, she took a small drink of the gin. "So," a smile suddenly graced her lips, "what do you think of the place so far?" Even the Colonel's tone exhibited a measure of warmth compared to just a few seconds ago.