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Public The old croc (RTL)

Location: Susevfi orbit

Susevfi, the capital of the Rimward Trade League and the heart of its trade empire. A never ending stream of freighters of all shapes and sizes made up the lifeblood of this planet. Bringing and sending goods from not just every corner of the League, but most of the galaxy. There was little that could slow down this flow of commerce, but sometimes the galaxy likes to throw port authorities a surprise or two.

One moment nothing, the next it was there. Like a massive spearhead, it cut through the dark void as it dropped out of hyperspace. A massive three thousand meter battlecruiser, a First Order Resurgent class non the less. The easily recognizable triangular shape dwarfed even the biggest freighters around it. Many of whom quickly changed course to avoid the large warship and its accompanying fleet of a frigate, a few corvettes and assorted support vessels. An unexpected arrival that was keeping a slow and steady course for the shipping lanes.

Silence filled the bridge as Captain Throndsen anxiously waited a systems report. The Crocodile's Jaw was an old vessel, albeit mostly rebuilt with modernized weapons and armor, but that didn't mean it wasn't still plagued with problems. Like for instance, during their most recent delivery they had to make an emergency exit from hyperspace. Not a fun experience, that left the croc dry docked for a few days for....costly repairs. The engineers voice cut through the silence, "All is green across the board captain." Eve let out a slow breath of relief that she didn't remember holding. The old boy had survived another jump, so at least the new parts were holding.

"Excellent, keep monitoring them any changes. Helmsman, bring us in slow and steady. Do not enter the shipping lanes just yet, let them hail us first. On the off chance that they don't right away, then bring us to stop six vessel lengths away." Honestly, she expected a quick response, it's not every day a small First Order fleet with a battlecruiser showed up at your door. Even if the First Order wasn't around for the most part anymore, they had left a mark. The real problem was what kind of response they would receive. A long period of silence, however, could make both sides uneasy....

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Above Susevfi in: Long-Cold-Dark

Wearing: Interceptor Gear

It had taken days to check for bugs, spy nets, whatever, before the ancient Vessel had been allowed to enter Trade League Space. It creaked into orbit, slapped with transponder codes identifying it as a salvaged warship.

Nobody remembered the history behind them. A long, galleon-like craft made at the height of its company's power and influence, also forgotten. Now it was a relic like any other ship from the Plague. It's black profile broken by the streak of crimson on its hull.

It was bare minimum staff at the moment. Nathan had lobbied for it to be a personal mobile command post for the Wild Knights, but while that was being debated, Trade League Navy had decided to give this vessel (one of two so far recovered at this point) a shakedown cruise.

Nathan had found himself in the uncomfortable position of commanding it temporarily, due to a screw up on the Navy's end delaying the arrival of its assigned commanding officer.

So when The Crocodile's Jaw showed up, it caused a bit of a stir, as no other Battle Cruisers were scheduled for arrival.

Nathan had kept calm, ordered the Long-Cold-Dark to maintain a safe distance, also keeping out of the trade lanes, and sent out a transmission.

"Unidentified fleet, this is the Trade League Warship Long-Cold-Dark. Please state your business." He said, standing on the command bridge, watching the fleet.

First Order tech. That chit never dies when you think it ought to. he thought in the back of his mind.
 
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Location: Susevfi, Garage Property in the middle of nowhere
Objective: Meet the New Arrival
Equipment: Skinsuit, Flight-suit, Jacket, Left Bracer, Plastoid Shingaurds, Mix and Match Harness, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear
Weapons: Fusioncutter, Lossa's Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Ship: Flying The Buzzard with V-2 Minimech 'Skid' Aboard
Tags: Eve Throndsen Eve Throndsen Aeshi Tillian Aeshi Tillian Nathan Bloodscrawl Nathan Bloodscrawl
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The Buzzard had been returned largely intact save for a few dings and minor damages to the exterior.

Nothing it had to be torn apart to repair from her flight with RTL to root out pirates. The whole incident making her wonder if she should take the debt and upgrade the Skiptown while it was at the foundry.

The thought far from her mind as she picked over wiring harness in the nose section once more to see if anything had been crosswired during the repair.

"Skid. I think it's good." Her hand reaching down and prodding the place she thought the oil rag had been to wipe her hands on. "Enable power, I'll see if there's-"

A sharp and worried trill from the droid making her jump and smack her head against an exposed support beam.

"What's what!? What are you-!?" Words cut short as she slid out from beneath the Buzzard's nose and squinted against the sudden light.

Behind that light, even at a distance lumbered the large and triangular shape that nearly everyone in the galaxy instinctively knew.

"Ahh feth." Resignation heavy in her tone as she lifted the nose plate back into place and fumbled more times than she cared to admit trying to secure it back into place.

"Skid! Hop in! Guess it's a field test." The plate back into place as she secured the straps of her flight suit and opened the cockpit.

The little droid locked into place after what felt like eons as the ship powered up. Systems green across the board as switches were engaged, the repulsor systems making an awful mess inside the ill prepared garage for a sudden move.

"Oh I hope that's friendly." A silly thing to hope for as she spied little dots around it. Another vessel cast its shadow across the planet however, something she'd gotten a bit more familiar with through the scopes of the Buzzard as a League Friendly warship.

Bloodscrawl had brought it. A name she was still getting accustomed to hearing around League spots but seemed he was sticking around. And thankfully the vessel he'd brought was in place to meet the new faces.

The starfighter was slow to amble safely outside the rolling doors, repulsors feeling sluggish at first before a jolt sent her farther ahead than intended.

Correcting her course, she visually checked the area for others.

A plus finding a place others had turned their nose up at so far from the bigger city was less restrictions on airspace she supposed. Patching into the local comms turned into a nightmare quickly as voices scrambled back and forth to confirm what was happening.

A sigh escaped her before the Buzzard slowly rose enough to engage the engines, pitching the nose up in a lazy arc before streaking towards space.

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"So, what do you think?" Corbin asked Rufus and Faolan, the President and CEO of his company Force-Tech, respectively. He was showing them a large holo scale he had painstakingly designed of a large factory ship.

"It's... Big. Will take a while to build. We'll have to build pieces to reassemble later. This will be a humongous endeavor, if we decide to go through with it. This is even crazier than that prototype droid you built only to end up giving away," Rufus replied.

"The Force called to him to it, I can't argue with that. A kriffing Shard appears out of nowhere after all this time? Besides, I built it myself and paid for all the materials myself. That was a personal expense, so your say doesn't matter."

"Regardless," Faolan responded. "I do think this is a good idea in the long run. It would really boost our output and cost effectiveness, but can we afford this right now? We have to make sure this doesn't bankrupt the company."

"No need to worry. I can provide some of the material myself and get others at good prices, thanks to some connections and bulk purchases. like Rufus said, we build in sections, focusing on one section every quarter, every two if we need to. Honestly, we could probably afford to build the things in one go if I chipped in out of pocket. But no need to strain our workers like that."

They both nodded. "All right, let's see to it."

"I'll see to the machine conversion. Shouldn't take long. Two weeks at most, then we can get production started."

"And I'll take care of the orders and make sure they're here in that time." They shook hands as the meeting concluded.

Corbin was headed out the door when his comm pinged. "Talk to me."

"Vasher, Sir, there seems to be a problem..."

"Well, I'm listening, spit it out."

"A fleet of what appears to be First Order ships has appeared in orbit, Sir."

"Wait, what!? First Order!?"

"Yes, Sir. I was told to notify you. Need to have all... your people to be on stand by in case. Nathan Bloodscrawl is commanding the Long-Cold-Dark and has hailed them to find out what their intentions are."

Bloodscrawl commanding a ship? He hadn't been much paying attention to ranks and what people were doing lately, having been engrossed in his designing and creating, but that was a shocker. Cosmic Force, this is above me... he thought. "Very well. I'll let my workers know. We'll be prepared for defense if you need us."

 

Ships: 2x Valiant-class Arms Freighters, 2x Neebray-class Cargo Frigates, 1x Neebray-class Cargo Frigate Carrier modification (Hindsight), 1x Arcon-class Utility Ship Repair type (Vambrace), 2x CST Toscan 8-R squadrons.

Fred sat aboard the Hindsight, slowly working on the design on a new dropship for CST. Exactly why he was riding with a "heavy" convoy was mainly just to see who was getting the weapons shipment here for Aries. Either way it gave him some extra time to work. He checked his arm a bit, getting a message in from the clan's absolute, undoubtably favorite repair crew.... Vambrace. Wonderful. Just wonderful! He was sure they'd have some amazing claim of Sith warships. He just figured the ships captain would.... Wait now it was the captain.

"I'm a bit bu...."

"You're not gonna frakking believe this! They got it right for once!" What. The. Kark!?

"Who!?"

"Don't make me say it and get up here," the young captain said as she was clearly stressing out. Fred sighed. This would be great.

"No. Pali got hurt so I'm heading down to the hanger. Just keep me patched." Fred would get up and run down to the hander of the small ship while the cargo haulers began to turn off and try to make some space, the Valiants taking a more defensive position. The captain, an Ardennian who quickly patched in to the Long-Cold-Dark's comms.

"Long-Cold-Dark this is Clan Gred escort carrier Hindsight actual. We can't provide much, but I have two squadrons that can assist if needed... karking...." She muted her end, rerouting her mic to an offending ship. "Vambrace get you're shebs out of combat formation and with the convoy!"

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RRS Endurance

"RESCOM, please repeat-" Vera turned her head in surprise as the communications officer's voice rose sharply. "Endurance confirms receipt of message." The Dowutin turned to look at Vera with a concerned look. "RESCOM reports a First Order battlecruiser arrived at the far edge of the system with a small support fleet."

"A First Order fleet?" Vera frowned. "What are they saying?"

"Nothing yet, captain," the Dowutin responded, frowning at the encrypted signals flashing through the comms channels. "They just reverted from hyperspace in the proper egress point and are advancing within safely designated speeds towards the freighter lane."

"Any orders from RESCOM?" Vera said down in her chair, pinging the ship intercom to contact Karissa Saitel. If anyone knew about a rogue First Order battlecruiser roaming around the League, it would be the ex-Imperial intelligence officer.

"Move to intercept-" the comms officer responded. "Apply standard traffic protocols and safety. Nathan and one of the old battlecruisers we've salvaged from Kirdo III, supported by a few others are there to intercept, but nothing hostile yet."

Vera scrunched her nose and pinched her nose. "Helm, set course: three-quarters speed to intercept as per standard traffic duty regulations."

She had no idea what else to do in a circumstance like this. She ran a corvette and patrol craft. "Suarbi Republic naval forces in-system?"

"Affirmative, including two Remittances, but they're much further out to catch hostile forces aft."

Even with their increased speed, getting into range would take them several hours. "Patch us through to Nathan. See if we can figure out what in the Force's name is going on."
 
Quauhatli's office could be mistaken for a library, bookcases covered two walls. Organised by date his commission enabled him to amass quiet the collection.

Sadly, time was scant. Even while not commanding the Morbius fleet directly, manifests and reports landed on his desk by the hour.

He was just about finished with the last batch, maybe he would finally finish a chapter?

Just as he picked up the book, a knock at his door.

Bastards.

Quauhatli tapped a key on his desk, a cadet entered and saluted. "Admiral Quauhatli."

"Yes?" He asked, his voice betraying the frustration of the cadets interruption. The cadet cautiously placed a report on his desk, he took the slate into his hand studying the record.

"Thank you." He was more prepared this time, hiding his concern and frustration behind a slight smile. He placed the book down, straightened himself and invited the cadet to follow him.

"I trust contact has been made with the fleet?"

"Of course sir, but many of the essential crew remain planet side."

Not unexpected. After what happened, he could hardly have denied them a opportunity of shore leave for now, he would have to observe from the Anchorage.
 
"Sir?" The Comms Officer called out. "Clan Gred vessel Hindsight signaling, along with Endurance. Hindsight is offering fighter support. Endurance is asking for a sit rep."

Nathan teleported to the Officer, and the Officer gulped, unsettled by his unnatural stillness and frozen grim expression, the eyes that narrowed to pinpoints as they stared at the officer. He didn't even seem to really be breathing.

"Tell Hindsight, assistance is appreciated but to wait until enemy Vessel responds to my query. And tell Endurance that their guess is as good as mine. It's an old school vessel. I'm not sure if their intentions are hostile, because if it were a genuine attack, even with a resurgent class, this would be a suicide mission. It also doesn't makes sense for First Order to attack us..."

Nathan was only guessing that last part, but given his time being alive made him realize the FO wasn't a thing in this era. At least not any longer.

"Don't shoot unless they shoot first." he said as a final relay, which the officer transmitted on friendly, encrypted channels.

Nathan waited for the Jaw to respond, on edge due to simply not knowing.

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Well, they were definitely drawing attention now. Maybe a little more than she expected. Eve watched on the monitors as several vessels began to adjust for an intercept course. The most pressing concerns would be the number of large battleships that were responding to their arrival. Not that she anticipated a fight, or wanted one. She needed to show that they weren't a threat.

"Helmsman, bring us to full stop. Comms officer, relay a message to the fleet. Hold your position and do not fire unless fired upon. In the off chance that this does get messy, have all ships retreat to the backup rendezvous point." A chorus of 'Yes mams' and 'ayes' sounded off. Moments later she could feel a soft shudder as the vessels engine's slowed to a stop. A soft chime reached her ears, an incoming message. She gave a nod to her comms officer, who then patched the message through. "Long-Cold-Dark, this is Eve Throndsen of the Crocodile's Jaw. We are a merchant convoy delivering a shipment of raw ore. We mean no harm."

Eve knew it probably sounded absurd. An old First Order destroyer arriving with a fleet, claiming to be a merchant vessel. Especially since the ship itself was still in fighting condition, from the weapons, to the tie-fighters and stormtroopers.

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Nathan had to think a moment about all of this.

On the one hand, she could be lying but he didn't sense deception. But that meant nothing in this insane age he had come back to life in.

But a shooting battle put not just the ships on his side at risk, but Civilian traffic near Susevfi.

Nathan tried to think diplomatically but he was sort of rusty at it. So he gave it a shot in the dark.

"A merchant vessel. You're rather armed for a merchant vessel. This is unusual. Irregular."

Nathan thought a moment.

"I have a proposal for you to consider. Allow me to transport aboard, unarmed, so that I can verify the truth of your claims."

His bridge crew looked at Nathan like he was insane. Nathan ignored it. If they were telling the truth, a simple inspection wouldn't hurt. He'd come aboard with scanners to verify what was there, and maybe get a better read on the commander of the vessel...

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Location: Aboard the RRS Endurance


The small disc of brylark wood turned idly in between her fingers. The wooden medallion had been etched with the emblem of Lorrd University, given to all students upon graduation. It was the only tangible evidence of her past life, the one before the First Order and the Empire. It had been secured away in spite of the regulation of both of those organizations in regards to intelligence operatives. The RTL was not so stringent.

Her thoughts had drifted back to those university days as she sat in the galley of the Endurance, a cup half-consumed cafe before her. Karissa had been called an intellectual back then, but one who asked too many questions about the application of knowledge to realize social change. A few charismatic fellow students had played upon Karissa's inquisitiveness, and politicized her. Order was the solution to the social problems, and the champion of that order was the First Order. The FO, the Empire, she had bought into them, and allowed herself to become a small tool in the vast utility belt of those oppressive entities.

Only after the fall of both did Karissa see the delusion of dictated order. She fled to find the polar opposite of what had been her philosophical bend. The RTL offered order with balance, structure with freedom. It was not an organization who thrived through conquest, but by gathering and opportunity. They had taken her in and allowed her to utilize her skills. But there was much to learn about the League. Part of her orientation was a tour aboard a Rimward Rescue Service ship, a tour which was coming to a close.

The ORION agent's musing were interrupted by the ding of the ship's comm, and the request by Captain Tillian that she report to the bridge. Moving through the corridor's of the ship, the buzz was already spreading through the crew. A First Order fleet off of Susevfi. The words gave her belly a flutter. There was never a doubt that a remnant remained somewhere, history proved that tyrannical powers never fully vanished, but lingered or transformed. But for the FO to suddenly appear now, in RTL space was as stunning to Karissa as it was to everyone else. The sensation was sort of like hearing an abusive ex-boyfriend was knocking on the door of the flat you now share with your current beau. but in an existential depth.

Agent Saitel entered the bridge and halted by the captain's chair, officially reporting with a single word. " Captain."
 
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Django Parata listened with interest at what was transpiring aboard the Long-Cold-Dark. He was only here to make sure things ran smoothly and help fill out the crew, as light as it was at the moment. He hadn't really had much to do, so he'd volunteered. But now it seemed something interesting was going on. Obviously First Order ships claiming to be merchants? It was possible. There were probably plenty of old First Order ships that had been "recommissioned" after the Order fell apart. But that didn't mean there weren't still some active out there. Perhaps this so-called merchant should have called ahead. Then again, maybe they were new to the whole merchant thing. Might as well give them the benefit of the doubt and a chance to prove they're telling the truth.
"I have a proposal for you to consider. Allow me to transport aboard, unarmed, so that I can verify the truth of your claims."
"I'll come with you, Captain. No weapons, of course. But if things go sour, I'll can at least make sure you're extracted safely." Django had no idea what the capabilities of this impromptu captain were, so he figured he'd at least offer. Besides, he was curious to see for himself. True, part of him wanted there to be a fight, but he kept that part of himself in check.
 

Ships: 2x Valiant-class Arms Freighters, 2x Neebray-class Cargo Frigates, 1x Neebray-class Cargo Frigate Carrier modification (Hindsight), 1x Arcon-class Utility Ship Repair type (Vambrace), 2x CST Toscan 8-R squadrons.

"Understood Dark. We'll hold until needed." The captain closed out her side of the transmission, rubbing her temples with one pair of hands and swapping to the hanger crews and pilots with the other. "Alright. We're holding until we get an answer, go ahead a start up though. Be ready to go on signal." The sides of Hindsight began to open to reveal the internal storage area turned hanger.

Fred meanwhile was doing final checks on the Toscan he'd be flying if things went south, with his micromech AI-9 "Eya" being pulled up into the ships astromech slot. As he sat there, he'd extend the data spike from his arm, plugging into the fighter.

"This should be fun Eya. Ready?" He heard some Binary trills behind him. "Good."

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Location: Susevfi, Holding Pattern Around the Long-Cold-Dark
Objective: Meet the New Arrival
Equipment: Skinsuit, Flight-suit, Jacket, Left Bracer, Plastoid Shingaurds, Mix and Match Harness, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear
Weapons: Fusioncutter, Lossa's Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Ship: Flying The Buzzard with V-2 Minimech 'Skid' Aboard
Tags: Eve Throndsen Eve Throndsen Nathan Bloodscrawl Nathan Bloodscrawl Vera Tillian Vera Tillian Karissa Saitel Quauhtli Sacul Quauhtli Sacul Django Parata Django Parata Fred Gred Fred Gred
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Her vessel glowed bright in the flames that whipped across the hull as it broke into space. A flaming pinball compared to what lumbered above the planet in a stalemate of some variety as the Buzzard slowly rounded out its flight path and cut a line towards the gathered fleets.

"Oh this is a dumb idea." Clicking her tongue as she came into the rear of the assembled friendly fleets. Skid informing her of the myriad of dumb ideas she had proceeded with in chronological order. "You don't have to make such a vivid point."

She huffed, entering a pattern around the waiting vessels and tying into the local friendly comms.

<"This is starfighter Buzzard of the RTL, holding around the Dark."> Her eyes darting to the large vessel that had come to a halt outside the shipping lane with a wary gaze.

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Vera stared out of the viewports as the bustling traffic of the Suarbi system slipped past their ship as it hurtled through the traffic lanes. She frowned thoughtfully and tapped a finger on the arm of her chair, until she heard a familiar voice. Vera glanced back and smile.

"Welcome to the bridge, Karissa," Vera said, stepping up from the chair and pacing behind it on the bridge deck. "I hear your time with us may be coming to an end? We will miss you, certainly. You have done excellent work here aboard the Endurance." She looked up with a twinkle in her eye. "We might even make a proper Service officer out of you if we can snatch you away from the other branches."

But her words grew serious as the other information rolled in. "But for now, we are in need of your expertise." She gestured to the displays on the screen. "Resurgent class battlecruiser, old First Order markings, and identifiers. No hostile action- claiming to be hauling ore. What's your assessment?"
 
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Quauhatli wasn't too pleased; how the fleet evaded detection until it was upon them troubled him to no end. Early warning systems had failed, and while initial reports feeding into the Citadel suggested the Resurgent Battlecruiser was non-hostile - it was a poor excuse for negligence. His faithful droid, Couatl had already filed a request for a thorough report from the duty officer.

If it was a technical problem, they needed to know. The last thing he wanted was a Sith Order fleet exploiting a blindspot to drop an entire fleet in range of a major supply base for their Flagship. "Admiral the Endurance has made contact with the Sith Order fleet." The cadet reported.

Quauhatli relaxed slightly at the news, the Endurance wasn't a match for a Resurgent Class, let alone a fleet but he knew Captain Tillian and her crew were amongst the most experienced and unlikely to escalate the situation. He recalled Avali naval policy would have had a kill team launched and deployed to board and disable the cruiser. Thankfully, Rimward was far less xenophobic.

"Good. Forward any reports to my office." He entered the turbo-lift and stared suspiciously at the cadet who stood outside. "Cadet?"

"Respectfully, Sir, the Citadel is reserved for officers and their staff."

Quauhatli frowned, "You need not remind me of my directives. I want you to join me. Would you have me stand here and explain myself to you?"

There was a look of dread as the cadet quickly entered the turbo-lift going completely silent as they continued to monitor the data slate. "Do you have a name?" Quauhatli asked looking up at the human.

"Karta Vauclas sir." He said after a brief moment of hesitation.

Quauhatli's tail twitched, the name Vauclas etched into his recent memory. Tulela Vauclas, until recently had been an atmospheric engineer aboard the Reliant. She died when the entity trapped them in Hyperspace, no official report had yet been published but Tulela was given full honours after the investigation revealed the actions of her team had prevented a plasma leak from contaminating the air scrubbers. In a sense, her team saved the entire ship.

Quauhatli often wondered what became of the husband, wives, and children who lost people under his command. Did they blame him? He certainly would. "It's an honour to meet you Karta Vauclas." Quauhatli said more sombre. Once all was said and done, he made a mental note to at least speak with Karta.

The doors hissed open, and Quauhatli led Karta into the room. The XO announced his arrival, "At ease." He replied, "Dillian your report?"

"A First Order Resurgent battlecruiser entered Susefvi space four minutes ago, accompanied by a small support fleet. Endurance has moved to intercept and is currently engaged in communications. The Reliant is still undergoing repairs, but I have a skeleton crew ready if necessary."

"Very good. With any luck, we won't be deploying cadets on a combat mission. Kerina, establish a secure comms link with the Endurance. Cadet Vauclas will assist you with cryptography. Advise Captain Tillian to report on her status. Commander Tren report to the Reliant and do what you can to prepare for launch and await further instruction."

There was a distinct nervousness from Karta, but he carried out his orders without complaint. "Q.AI"

A console flashed red, displaying a spherical symbol on the screen. "Admiral Quauhatli."

"Accounting for the First Order Fleet and its capabilities against active ships in the sector, run war game scenarios and assess our best firing solutions."

"Nodes 6 ~ 24 have been assigned to running war game scenarios. However, Corvus would note that this unit lacks intelligence on the composition and tactics of First Order ships. Nodes 6 ~ 24 will, therefore, assume standard naval tactics and standard configurations for First Order ships. It is estimated that calculations will take 17 minutes with the set parameters.

This could be accelerated if remote access was granted to Endurance Sensor Arrays."

"Denied." Quauhatli snapped, prompting the AI to respond, "Very well. I will report possible scenarios to your office in 17 minutes."
 
A visit to check her ship and see if she was telling the truth? Well, if that's what it took to keep people from firing at them, then so be it. "I accept your offer to validate our claims. Coordinates to an available hangar space will be sent to you. Throndsen out."

Eve let out a slow breathe. So far things had been...interesting. plus side was that no one had fired a shot on either side. However her ship, and fleet, were about to undergo inspection. A battle of a different sort so to speak. Excusing herself from the bridge, Eve entered the turbo lift and rode it down to the hangar level. As the doors closed, she caught a good look at herself. She no longer wore the uniform of the First Order. Instead she wore black combat boots, dark brown cargo pants, a black thermal shirt (sleeves rolled up) and a matching t-shirt. The only thing left from her old uniform was her hat, but even that had the First Order symbols removed from it.

The hangar doors slid open as she stepped inside the large room. Tie-fighters sat in their moorings while transport ships sat upon the hangar floor, all while various maintenance crews gave them a once over. There was a game of sabacc going on between several troopers and pilots, with a small crowd of personal watching the game unfold. Such activities were forbidden in the First Order. But now, now they were common place amongst other things that had steadily become the norm around here. Eve stood by a troop transport and watched the game unfold as she waited for...whoever to arrive from the Long-Cold-Dark.

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Nathan waited as he heard the confirmation from Eve Throndsen Eve Throndsen . She didn't know him as anything but a voice so far.

"Thank you for your cooperation." he replied back before ceasing communication as Django Parata Django Parata walked up, offering to accompany him.

Nathan thought about refusing. But two people walking into a potential death trap might have a better shot.

"As you wish, Parata. Wait for me in the hangar. I have to...get changed..."

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"Tell Buzzard to stick close to the Dark. We may need her on standby for an extraction effort."

Nathan then left the bridge, heading to the captain's quarters close by. He looked in here, found the captain's uniform had been delivered. It was just large enough to fit him comfortably.

He had always been a quick study. In a span of a month after his arrival he had been keen to observe League Naval Personnel, how they walked, stood at attention, addressed and saluted superior officers. He had been keen to read whatever manuals had been published in their navy on proper conduct and upkeep of a uniform, where all the pins and badges went on a uniform.

If he was walking into a deathtrap, better he be potentially underestimated.

He took ten minutes at breakneck speeds, shaving and trimming his beard off and cutting his hair to a military length and style. He winced at his clean shaven reflection, not liking how charming he looked.

His stare hardened at the image staring back after a second and he exited his quarters, looking unrecognizable almost, and drew shocked gasps when they saw how different he carried himself. Like he had always been in The Navy. His walk had that Military discipline and cadence as he walked into the hangar where an unarmed shuttle waited.

"Let's go." he said to Parata. "And remember: no weapons."

Nathan hopped aboard the shuttle, headed to the cockpit and began take off procedures...

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Vera Tillian Vera Tillian

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Location: Aboard the RRS Endurance

Karrisa's grin was uncharacteristically bashful at Vera's sideways compliment. "It has been an honor to serve among such a fine officer and crew." The ORION officer replied. But both women knew the time for niceties were short. There was a much more pressing matter at hand.

Upon the captain's brief summary of the situation off Susevfi, the former First Order spy furrowed her brow. The First Order was long gone, the New Empire stepping into their boots, before it too crumbled. "A Resurgent." Karrisa mused out loud. She recalled the FO battlecruiser class, a sizeable capital ship, and a formidable one too. "With First Order markings? One would think if they had abandoned the FO ideologies, they would have removed the markings. And if they were here for merely commercial reasons, a courtesy communication would have been appropriate." She worked through her thoughts.

The Lorrdian pondered former First Order policy. They always took advantage of their firepower and ability to intimidate. The captain of this vessel did not follow typical First Order policy. "But, if they intended to attack, they would have taken advantage of their surprise and began the assault immediately, not linger. My guess it is former FO, but perhaps turned warlord or something. I think its critical that no threat is made. If they misinterpret some action on the RTL part as a threat, they will most likely respond with a heavy hand. Beyond that, its hard to tell the true reason they are here." The spy offered to Vera.
 
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Django didn't need to do much in preparation. He simply made sure he wasn't carrying any weapons and bundled them up in his poncho to store for safe keeping. All he had now was his uniform. He wasn't going in naked, after all. That might be a little too intimidating...

Django met Nathan Bloodscrawl Nathan Bloodscrawl as they headed toward the shuttle, matching the shorter man's cadence.
"Let's go. And remember: no weapons."
"The only guns I'm bringing are these two babies." He grinned and flexed his biceps. "More than enough between the two of us, I'd say. Maybe it won't come to that, though. By the way, you really look like an actual captain now. Almost didn't recognize you."
 

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