Some New Beginnings | Invite

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi had allowed herself the morning to absorb the news, and she had needed nearly all of that time to get her heart rate back under control. At the first opportunity, she asked Sioux to schedule a meeting and pull in relevant individuals: Admiral [member="Avicus DuSang"], Commander [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"], Moff [member="Corvo Santagar"], and someone from the stormtrooper corps, as designated by [member="Ludolf Vaas"]. The meeting was in the early afternoon, and took place in one of the many conference rooms in the Imperial Palace. This one had a rather commanding view of the city of Avalonia, but Natasi didn't have time to stand and admire it. She had a career to accelerate.

"Come in," she said, standing impatiently at the head of the table as they arrived one by one. "Sit down, please, there's refreshments on the side table there. Help yourselves and then take your seats... thank you. Yes, Sioux, please take minutes. Good afternoon, everyone." She waited for everyone to sit down and then shut the door, engaging the security locks, which locked the door and frosted the windows, then took her own seat at the head of the table. "Thank you for coming on short notice. Unfortunately this is something that cannot wait."

She folded her hands in her lap and looked around the room before smiling tightly. "Needless to say, this must remain completely secret until a formal announcement has been made and the media alerted, but we do need to get the ball rolling." She paused, reaching up to straighten her pen as it laid on the table next to her portfolio, so that it lay parallel. Everything had to be perfect for this, apparently. She took a breath. "This morning the Supreme Leader asked that I accept the position of Grand Moff in his empire and, upon consideration, I agreed. As part of the festivities surrounding the inauguration, I will be making a Grand Tour of First Order space to communicate to all of the citizens, on planets far and near to the capital, that the Supreme Leader understands their wants and needs, and more importantly, that he expects their absolute loyalty."

The Moff spread her hands over the table. "Now, you're all here because I will need cooperation from his committee to arrange the tours. Admiral Dusang, I will expect you to coordinate with the Grand Admiral to provide a flotilla of adequate strength and import to escort me. I will need stormtroopers as well. Moff Santagar," she looked up briefly, "intelligence as well as counter-intelligence on the planets we will visit. Commander von Brinkerhoff, starfighter support will be required. I will alert the other Ministries and departments as required when the time draws nearer, but I think we have everyone who needs the most lead-time in the room now. Does anyone foresee any problems with this request?"

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Roderik waited patiently outside in the hallway and traded pleasantries with those around him. He ahead of schedule, as was his custom, which allowed the Starfighter Corps officer to observe a small slice of the day-to-day operations of the First Order government. It was not altogether inefficient, he concluded after having witnessed a few of the machinations of Sioux Chambers and [member="Natasi Fortan"]'s general executive staff prior to being ushered into the conference room.

Upon entry he stepped not a bit out of line, heading directly to his assigned place at the table and giving only a silent, slightly exaggerated salutatory nod of his head at the soon-to-be-former Home Territories Moff when he thought he saw her looking in his direction. The starfighter pilot briefly thought himself at another disadvantage, much like a starship with no deflector shields. [member="Pierce Fortan III"] was the deflector shield that Roderik was so used to relying on, whenever he was in her proximity.

He nodded again reflexively when the Moff made mention of the strict confidentiality of the information about to be prescribed.

The information nearly sent his jaw dropping. Not just Moff. Grand Moff. The Fortan's were a formidable family, indeed.

"No problems from the Starfighter Corps." He spoke immediately, and briefly, before falling silent to allow the others speak any concerns they may need to overcome. The truth was, the Starfighter Corps was a fairly easily managed organization, highly prized for its flexibility and creativity in problem solving. Most problems, fortunately, were solved by a combination of laser blasts, proton torpedoes, and concussion missiles.

 

[Avicus DuSang]

The chime from his datapad shot him awake as the hangover settled in. [member="Natasi Fortan"] had requested his presence. Denying a Moff could be a career breaking move. With a stretch, he nodded to himself, slowly getting out of bed. Pouring a glass of wine, he stepped into the shower, sipping the beverage as he cleaned himself off. He set the glass down, producing a straight razor as he looked at his mirror behind the stream of water. He shaved his goatee into a presentable look, shaving the rest of his face. Finishing his wash, he stepped out and dried himself off. Finishing the glass of wine, he was ready to take on the day.

His uniform was neatly pressed. His badge and shoes properly shined. Pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, he sparked it up, stepping out of his quarters. There stood Damian LaBlanche, his personal assistant. "Here are the reports from the fleet." The Admiral glanced over the reports, nodding. "I've been summoned by Moff Fortan. Prepare my shuttle. Alert Captain Reed of my departure." His executive officer was a capable man who could handle the Plaguelord until his return.

Making his way to the hanger, Damian and himself stepped onto his shuttle. Making it planetside, he made his way through the Citadel. Arriving shortly after [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"], he made small talk with the Commander. As the Moff invited the group into the room, he left Damian outside of the room. He took his seat, not wanting any refreshment. He pulled out his datapad, taking notes as the Moff spoke.

"We should be able to assemble a fleet that will properly display our unity and military strength. I shall not disappoint you. Commander von Brinkerhoff, we'll coordinate to create a flawless presentation." Yellow eyes then moved to the newly appointed Grand Moff. His son was recently brought under her charge. The young nobleman volunteered for the role. Her aura of authority certainly was captivating.

 

[Kellyn Muir]

A meeting had been called of not just Moffs, but a couple other prominent government officials. This wasn't a traditional council meeting. Something was going on, and there was only one way to find out. Corvo readied himself, donning his First Order Army uniform for what would likely be the last time. Today was as good a day as any to deliver the news. He picked up a sealed envelope, and set forth to his destination.

Corvo reached the conference room in which the meeting was taking place, to already find the Admiral [member="Avicus DuSang"] and Commander [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] already there, with Moff [member="Natasi Fortan"] at the head of the table. Corvo poured himself a glass a water and proceeded to walk alongside the left side of the table to seat himself at the senior Moff's right side. He made sure to maintain a healthy distance, but made it a point to sit closer than the others. He may have been a junior Moff, but he was no more the junior than everyone else, and his position was one of great prominence. He placed his envelope on the table in front of him and took a sip from his glass before setting it down and looking to the head of the table.

Then, the news came. Soon, it would be Grand Moff Fortan. Corvo and the First Order Security Bureau would be needed to gather intelligence and run counterintelligence operations for the Grand Moffs upcoming tours of her subordinate systems. He nodded in acknowledgment of Fortan's requests, though now they would soon be, if not already, orders. Counterintelligence might be difficult with the public nature of the Grand Moff's tours, but he was sure it could be done. He would have to brief [member="Sentiri"] on this matter.