Drake Karii

Showing his general disgust for anyone or anything without affiliation to empire, Drake's face curls into an overpowering smile as the SEED fleet is suddenly destroyed. With the order for the fleet to be outfitted, Drake had retired to his quarters, but with word of the new order, he'd regained his place aboard his own bridge of the HellSpawn accompanied by Captain Phillep. The two kackled at the demolition of the many SEED ships. Karii's memory took him back to the imperial academy when he was taught about the destruction of the republic senate. The smile overtaking the captains face almost seemed as if it would have to be removed with a drill.

A transmission comes in for Darth Havoc from the Star Destroyer Hellspawn. The remaining Star Destroyers on Kuat are finished Lord, Phillep and I await your instructions. Reguards, Cpt. Drake Karii End Transmission

With a flick of his wrist, Karii sends his index finger pointing into the air without so much as another movement from his body. The shuffling of feet can be heard as three ensigns hurry to their stations and begin to transmit the message about the finished Star Destroyers to Darth Havoc. Karii casually looks over to Phillep as the two stand side by side. "The three of those ensigns were caught attempting to defect to the rebellion. Which ever one of them is able to transmit the message first will be able to live....albeit on the spice mines of kessel, but I forgot to mention that to him. A smirk crosses Drake's face as he turns his head back towards the viewport aboard the bridge. Heavy panting could be heard from the ensigns as they struggled to delegate their message correctly. An elite trooper marches over to behind Karii and whispers something in his ear. The captiain nods and waves the soldier off as he returns to his post. The three ensigns stand over their councels panting with sweat running down their foreheads. The three men are ushered to the center of the bridge as the other crew take note. The dark trooper, who moments before had spoken to Karii stands behind one of the ensigns at a safe distance. Drake stares down all three ensigns and paces back and forth methodically in front of the three men. Without warning he unclips his blaster and drops two of them with a conscise shot to the forehead. Their dead bodies slump liflessly to the floor, each hitting with a thud. The dark trooper standing behind the last ensign begins to pull him away from the bridge. As Karii watches the soldier being dragged away he remarks. "Enjoy your time in Kessel Mines." With that the ensign begins to wail and pleade. Karii turns back to the revered Phillep and calmly states with a questionable tone to his voice. "Hmmm, the spice mines may have been a worse punishment for the two losers instead of shooting them.......No matter, we cannot accept traitors here." As he finishes his sentence, the two men are brought afternoon tea by a sleek protocal droid.

Drake smiled as the his former hero of sorts accompanied him on the bridge. The ships had all been finished and the empire was now at full fleet capacity. Truely a marvel of technology the new Super Star Destroyer was modified a bit differently from older versions, giving it the destructive power of the defunct Eclipse Class Star Destroyers. With the ships finished, hundreds of smaller shuttles could be seen nearing the vessels ready to unload crews and supplies in readiment for their first assignments.

A small group of dark troopers stands at attention lining either side of the bridge enterance to welcome Captain Phillep. Drake stands viewing the construction out of the window as Phillep nears the brdige. He had come a long way from the fighter pilot who idolized Captain Phillep the Imperial mastermind.

((The yards are above the planets surface in space orbiting the planet, as am I in my SD)) IC: Karii smiled as the transmission was received. The captain brushed aside an ensign with his arm and personally transmitted the message to the Lambda Class shuttle that had taken up orbit near the Kuat Drive Yards. Captain Phillep sir, this is Drake Karii of the Star Destroyer Hellspawn. Another Star Destroyer is finished while the final two and the Super Star Destroyer are nearing completion. The crew is aboard the completed Imperial II and awaiting yours or the emperors commands. Karii stepped back from the counsel and awaited the Captains orders.

Three Imperial Star Destroyers lay completed as Karii sipped his mid-afternoon cup of tea. His black gloves were in complete contrast with the stark white tea cup and saucer he held in his hands. Maintaining his usual vigil on the bridge, he noted as three full crews winked out of hyperspace near the ship yards. Each a fully trained Star Destroyer crew ready to man their ship. The crews were quickly acquainted with their ships and each was unceremoniously undocked and let float free. The trails already having been run on each ship they were combat ready. The captain sent a transmission to Darth Havoc. Sir three Star Destroyers are finished with the Super Star Destroyer well on its way along with three others. What are your commands for the finished three? The crews are assembled and ready.

The Hellspawn did not dock after arriving out of hyperspace. Instead it was there to specifically watch the construction of the new Star Destroyers. Three were well on their way to completion while the frames of the other four could be made out kilometers down the shipyards. Each Star Destroyer towered over its neighboring constructions. Beyond the normal ship yards, a massive building site was visible. Alone between the yards and the planets atmosphere could be glimpsed the beginnings of a Super Star Destroyer. This would replace the Zeus....lost in battle with the rebel swine. ----------------- Karii stood in his now normal position aboard the bridge occupying a full window to view the construction. His chest out and back straight he was the antithesis of an Imperial Officer......Cool and collected. One hand resting on the small of his back, the other cradled a small cup of tea. The captain smirked as his underlings scurried to a fro across the bridge. The scene on the bridge of the Hellspawn mirrored that of the ship yards, only on a smaller scale. Ships and technicians rushed from building site to building site. Small welding torches flashed now and then as the hulls were sturdily put together aboard the massive vessels constructions. Jolly good.......

Karii admired the the corridor of hyperspace as the ship raced through it. Straight as an arrow, and hands clasped behind his back, Karii brought memories of the empires granduer of old. From what he'd heard now he could not even be definate who was the true emperor or his right hand. He truely missed Captain Phillep. An ensign interrupted his thought to tell him that the Star Destroyer was nearing Kuat. The look he received back from Karii was one of utter disgust. Groveling, the ensign ran off to his previous station.

The Hellspawn left the Trulalis atmosphere bound for its home port of Kuat. The now imperial stronghold we a well bolstered ship yard. With Drake Karii at the helm, the loan star destroyer shot into hyperspace after dumping its garbage. His superior officer Macleod would know where to reach him if need be.

The industrial world of Kuat was a stronghold of the empire since the time of its rise to power. Churning out ships by the thousands, the Kuat Drive Yards supplied the Empire with its magestic yet terrifing Star Destroyers. Marvels of engineering, the Star Destroyers were not the only ship produced by Kuat but by far it was their cash cow because of the empire. The Kuat family reveled in the business that different galactic factions brought in. The production time of the Kuat Drive Yards was unsurpassed by any other production facility in the galaxy. With a new deal in place the imperials were able to establish an elaborate facility base on the planet surface, and once and for all officially put the Kuat Drive Yards under their strict protection. Flanked by three Golan III defense platforms (another mainstay of Kuat production) the shipyards would be well protected and churn out mostly Imperial vessels and only private vessels for those with enough credits and sway with the empire. The cost was great to the empire, but the rewards would be many. OOC((Kuat is imperial held, and is very well defended.))

Karii clicked his heals and saluted as his superior with the coincidental last name gave him an order one couldn't refuse, even if they were a rebel. The command of an imperial star destroyer.... The power at the hands of the one who commanded the star destroyer was great, yet the responsibility even greater. Men in this position were looked up to by billions of people across the galaxy. Karii grabbed his belongings and made his way to the main hanger of the base. An outdated but well kept Lambda class shuttle was waiting to ferry him to the star destroyer placed in orbit above Trulalis. Rumor had it the former CO of the vessel had not done his job to the liking of his superiors and was hastily done away with, never to be heard from again..... But rumors were just rumors. Karii instilled with a new vigor and surprise at his new position boarded the vessel to see most of his crew assembled in the main hangar to welcome their commander. A small smirk escaped the young mans eyes as he walked down the landing ramp and set foot aboard his vessel. The crew all set in their salutes looked inspiring. The imperial march played over the loud speakers giving the ship a defeaning roar from the echo of the deep base in the song. An inspiring speech made the crew all the more willing to submit to their commanders will, and indeed the will of the empire. His days of being an imperial fighter ace were over, but Drake would not forget how he had gotten here. His first act as captain aboard the well armed and prepped ship was to address the squadron that frequented the ship. Valor and honor to the empire were the mainstays of this day, and aboard this ship, and would be eventually forever acredited to the crew under Karii's command.

Drake after being addressed follows the storm trooper without word. Where he's going he did not know, but it was very clear he'd been summoned by a higher power.

The empire seemed to be faltering as defeat after defeat piled up. All set backs were not necessarily in the miltary sense. The charismatic Captain Phillep was no where to be found. Without his presuasion to the masses, star systems once controlled by the empire were now casting seeds of doubt about their own loyalty to the once great empire. The defeat of the imperial fleet by the alliance was a great set back and showed that the empire did indeed have some signs of weakness. Relishing his chance to lead his squadron into battle against the rebels, Drake Karii was instead posted on the remote world of Trulalis. Drake sat in his small quarters on Trulalis massaging his temples as the information of another imperial defeat raced through his head. His loyalty unwavering, he waited for what he hoped would be new more challenging assignment. Day to day training and general upkeep of his fighter was not exactly a task befitting such a gifted pilot.

Doing double time on the simulator to keep up with Philleps Kitana squadron training regimine as well as honing his skills with his new job as a pilot in Wolf Pack. The rest of the pilots showed the skill of your average pilot as they fought against all sorts of rebel and pirate ships. Drake had not been downed yet and had a kill ratio of 24/1 for his own squadron. A couple more days of this and he would have the hang of actually flying in the Tie defenders that encompassed Wolf Packs squadron. This was more his style to be in the cockpit rather than controling a drone ship such as a Kitana fighter. Anything for the empire he assured himself with a laugh as the lights from the simulator kicked on as he finished yet another mission in near pefect fashion. He now began to wonder when he'd get his first mission.