Carida

[Darth Immolatus]

The ten troopers from thr right and left merge with the main group await Evans orders. He could see they have encounter some resistance. HE could see that their blasters were smoking a bit. He asks.

 

"How many?"

 

"5"

 

"5"

 

"Good." That left 30 some odd soldiers left to fight. He smiled. They would easily win this training simulation. Evan tells 5 troopers to lay down and 5 to kneel and point their barrels around the corner. Red laser blasts burn the walls around the the barrels. But the Venom troopers prove their trainings, and don't reutn fire. Not yet anyway. Evan has the rest of the troopers stand behind the kneeling troope and point their barrels around. More laser fire comes their way.

 

Evans HUD shows Evan the exact positions of the rest of the troopers. Evan comms to his troops.

 

"On my mark fire towards their heat signatures. Mark"

 

22 laser blasts fire around the corner and strike down 22 troops. PErfect shots. Just like they were trained to do. Evan has them continue firing blindly making the stormtroopers think that was the best they could do. The stormtroopers begin to get cocky and poke their heads around. As they do Evan fires shot which strike them square between the eyes stunning them. When there was noone left but the captain Evan shouted acros the corner.

 

"Noone left. New game. Me and you, no blasters. Only melee weapons."

 

He opens a cabinet and picks up a katana and motions to the other captain t pick a weapon from an opposite cabinet. He sees the end of a vibroax appear around the corner.

 

"Guy drag the rest of these guys out of here and wiat for me. This is to the death. If this guy kills me, he takes command of you guys. If I win they are my back up squad. I know we dont need it, but, we could train them to pilot our speeder and transports. I dont need to anyones help. Now go."

 

He watches as his troopers turn the corner dragging the bodies. He swings the weapon in his hand getting used to the feel. He gets used to it after about 30 seconds. He always did love learning to use new weapons.

 

He turns the corner expecting to be charged by the other captain. He wanted this to be pure skill, so he turns off his HUD and relies on his own skills. He rounds the corner and begins searching.

[Guest]

"Shall we?" Aldar asked rhetorically as he proceeded toward the Admirals quarters.

 

Once there, he stepped inside and snapped to attention, waiting to be acknowledged.

[Abaddon]

ooc: dammit wrong alias

[Major Payne]

Payne stared at the two officers rising from his desk to stare out the large transparasteel viewport. It appeared like a giant tie window. It was quite simliar to the one that had been behind the Emporer on the Deathstar.

 

Pausing a moment Payne turned again and addressed them. "Lt. Macleod, report, how did he perform?"

[Darth Immolatus]

Evan walks through the complex looking for the other captain. This would be good. It would test his skills. He swings the katana through the air testing it weight. He hears movement and turns around. He sees white armor rushing to him. He blocks the vibroax with the katana and sweeps out his foot.

 

The other captain leaps over it bringing down the blade to slice through Evans head. The Venom trooper dodges the blade and throws a punch. It nails the captain in the helmet cracking an eyepiece. He smiles. now the stormtrooper would see dozens of him. He swings the swird through the air.

 

This had been too easy, but a deal was a deal. He didnt eant to waste his elites on pilot transports. He thrusts his katana through the chest of the stromtroopers and blood spurts out of the captains back.

 

"You werent good enough to serve the Emperor. But I wil honor your memory."

 

He grabs the stormtroopers patches and slips them into his pockets. He heads back out tothis division and says.

 

"They are ours to command. Now I am going to apoint some Lts. VD-4589 you are Poison team leader. VD-0324 you are Toxin team leader. Now lets get some rest. Poison team leader, tell our new recruits to get some training of the Imperial vehicles."

 

Poison team leader heads off to tell the stromtroopers of their captains failure.

[Lieutenant Macleod]

Macleod immediately went into his report.

 

"Baron Aldar is one of the best pilots I've fought in quite a while. He has instincts uncommon in those without sensitivity to the Force. He's a little rough around the edges, but that's nothing field experience won't fix. All in all I was extremely impressed."

[Guest]

--Comm from the Hutt's--

 

Greetings Admiral Payne. My brother the exhaulted Whyl the Hutt would like you to be made aware that our fleet stands at the ready. We are prepared for war.

[Darth Immolatus]

Evan sits down and waits for orders to be given to him. Poison Team leade returns after having given the postmaster the patches to be sent back to the families. Evan sees the armory and knows he needs another weapon for melee combat.

 

He walks to the shelves and picks up a Ryyk blade and sheaths it on his left leg. He also puts a palm vibroblade into a pouch on his belt for later use. He sits down on the floor and waits for some orders.

[Major Payne]

Payne turned from the officers for a moment. There was another I am Grooting comm message. He was about to get frustrated when the words came through from the Hutt leader.

 

"Excellent." He stated coldly his mind formulating orders as he turned to the officers.

 

"Thank you Lt., Ready your squadron. We are leaving shortly." Payne said dismissing the commander. If Macleod had thought high of him then he was certainly worth of promotion.

 

Payne then turned to the new squadron commander.

 

"Congratulations, 2nd Lieutenant Aldar" He said presenting the brass that marked an Imperial officer, as well as a patch indicating his wing command position. "We will be seeing action very soon. I suggest you prepare yourself and your squadron."

 

He smiled cooly then turned to his viewport ordering an aid to send out several comms.

 

 

----Comm to Evan----

 

"Corporal, you are to board this VictoryII" He said transferring cooridantes. "Prepare your Venom Division. The time to prove yourself is at hand."

[Lieutenant Macleod]

Macleod nodded,

 

"As you wish."

 

He proceeded to the docking bay, speaking quickly with his squadron he made sure everything was in order. One of the soldier's spoke to Macleod.

 

"I'm glad to see your back sir."

 

Macleod stared off into space for a few moments, remembering the horrors of his ordeal. One of the men cleared their throat loudly, bringing Macleod back to the present.

 

"Get into your TIE's, check your systems, and wait for the Major's mark."

 

Macleod entered the Arwing. Satisfied all was in order, he waited.

[Darth Immolatus]

Evan hears the orders through his helemts comlink. He secures his Ryyk blade on his left leg and silenced slugthrower on his right leg. He shoulders his disruptor rifle and says to his men.

 

"Lets saddle up. Call the other troopers and tell them to bring the rest of this weaponry and the vehicles. We are going into action."

 

He hears the men cheer on their comlinks as Poison Leader radios the regular stormtroopers and they march in to carry the weapons. They begin the walk to Victory II Star Destroyer.

 

They reach the SD and Evan takes off his helmet and looks at it. IT was a beautiful SD white. The same color as every SD but none the less beautiful. He slides his dark green helmet back on and snaps it into place.

 

He waves a hand and the Veom Troopers march to the door followed by the weapon carrying stormtroopers. Soon they reach the SD and Evan is dwarfed by its size. He walks abaord the ship after being inspected by the guards. The Venom Division leader walks thoughout the SD and soon reaches their bunk area marked Venom Divison Bunks

 

He tells the men to settle in after clearing a bunk for himself near the door. He tells the stormtroopers to lay down the weapons rack near his bed and he would take care of the rest. They lay down the equipment and leave. He props the melee weapons rack on the wall alongside the blaster rifle rack. He places the slugthrowers in a chest for when they were needed. He places the blaster pistol rackabove the his bunk. He takes blaster pistols and tells all his mento place at least one beneath their pillows before they sleep. The corporal then changes into his formal uniform and heads for the bridge. He slaps a blaster pistol to his leg to show he was an officer.

 

He reaches the bridge and just walks to a com. A communications offer begins to protest untill Evan gices him an evil glance throughthe corner of his eye. The cowardly officer takes a step back. Evan comms to Major Payne.

 

Sir. My men and I have arrived at the Victory SD. We are awaiting orders about our mission. I would like these plans before we get there. SO I can discuss how to go about it with my men Sir. Over.

 

Evan sits back and awaits the com back.

[Major Payne]

Payne commed the fleet.

 

"Prepare your men when we exit hyperspace it will be in war."

 

Payne turned to his personal comm connections to the Star Destroyer commanders.

 

"Launch."

 

The Imperial fleet entered hyperspace.

[Capt. Phillep]

A young, brash and supposedly brilliant product of the Imperial war machine's finest schooling and training walked into the decks of the Star Destroyer home to the fleet's own Admiral, the Grand Admiral Payne. The youth was as were many of the Imperial Academy's brightest cadets, overconfident and egostitical, but for an Imperial those were more often than not, compliments.

 

Walking in the flight suit of his training camp, as he had originally started out as a Pilot, but was soon moved towards the Command school, because of his intriguingly innate ability to inspire an entire squadron and later a ship's worth of men, despite just in training exercises, to overexert themselves and produce sometimes nearly-impossible results.

 

This capacity had made him a slightly noteworthy topic on the Admiral's coffee table. Surprisingly noteworthy enough, to be called up from the Training Grounds and taken before the Admiral himself. Why? Well, Phillep hoped the Admiral knew... Something about a promotion of sorts... Perhaps I might get my own flight wing... Sure commanding is what I seem to be great at... But no one just flat out promotes a raw recruit, no matter how dashingly handsome or surprisingly intelligent they maybe.

 

The brown-haired Human walked, officially escorted by some Stormtroopers and guards. His weapons, just a simple pair of blasters were confiscated by one of the four guards.

 

He continued walking onwards through the never ending hallways until the escort pointed him onto the apparent bridge of the beautiful vessel. Phillep's expression was priceless... The real thing. It suffices to say, he nearly creamed his pants, which were now the more official black of Imperial officers. The flight suit, discarded soon after his arrival.

[Major Payne]

The Imperial fleet exited out of hypespace. Several comms were being both sent out and recieved from. Some he was pleased with...others he was not.

 

"The new recruits are ready." An officer reported

"Excellent. have a shuttle bring them here." Payne replied.

 

He turned and sent a comm to McLeod.

 

"Excellent work Lt....You have a new recruite coming in to train under you...2nd Lt. Tagge. He will be here shortly. You are to train him with your squadron a bit...We will be leaving shortly."

 

...He sent a seperate comm out after reviewing some disturbing information.

[Piccolo]

In the depths of Space, a communication was sent to the agent Piccolo from a Black Sun Operative. With Smash currently busy the bounty hunter took matters into his own hands. He send a comm to Major Payne on Cardia.

 

"Major, I understand your patrols have locked down Coruscant. I merely want to be assured Black Sun activity will not be restricted. I am currently off world, so I do not know the exact situation, but considering the Citadel is on Coruscant Smash could become . . . angry if his business was hurt by this."

[Lieutenant Macleod]

Macleod saluted.

 

"Understood sir. Until he arrives I will be in my quarters."

 

Macleod took the elevator to the barracks levels. He was of high enough rank to receive his own room. The squadron leader removed his flight helmet, and rested.

[Darth Immolatus]

Evan orders his troops to get some rest and cleantheir weapons and armor. He walks to Rivhens officer and salutes the Major.

 

"Sir, what is Venom Divisions mission. We are readyto go and spread the influence of the Empire, sir."

[Guest]

An imperial shuttle ladns on the surface of Cardia, after getting premission to land. A lone figure walks out a takes in his new home.

 

"A place to be...The Empire...the one and only true force in the galaxy."

 

Tagge walks through doors and walks up to a desk, and a comm was sent to his new commander.

 

OOC: I asuming that Macleod in my commander?

[Major Payne]

OOC: Correct.

 

 

IC:

 

"Ver well Lt." Payne nodded his head thoughtfully and turned back toward incoming comms.

 

---Piccolo comm---

 

He replied quickly to the Black Sun operative. "There are sufficient fighters to search all vehicles without inhibiting the time schedules of those being searched. If your operatives yield appropriately everything will go smoothly." Payne replied.

 

---Evan comm---

"Evan...rest your troops...That is all for now."

[Piccolo]

Piccolo responded to Payne,

 

"I don't like the idea of our ships being searched. I fear Smash will fear the same way. I am disappointed in how the Empire chooses to treat its allies. If this sort of thing becomes the norm you may regret it. That isn't a threat, just a warning."

[Lieutenant Macleod]

A droid knocked on Macleod's door. The Lieutenant opened the door, as the droid spoke,

 

"Sir, the new elite pilot is here."

 

"Excellent," Macleod replied. "I'll be there in a moment."

 

Quickly throwing his helmet back on, Macleod made his way back down to where Tagge was standing. He gripped the man's hand as he spoke.

 

"2nd Lieutenant Tagge I presume? I'm Lieutenant Conner Macleod, welcome aboard. I've been looking for a new second in command ever since the last one . . . well nevermind. Come this way."

 

Macleod escorted Tagge to the hangar bay.

 

"This will be your TIE fighter," He gestured to one of the newest manufactured, straight out of Kuat Drive Yards. "It's brand new, so it will need a name."

[Major Payne]

OOC: Tidbit of info for the two of you...I really dont mind that you name your ties...but in the books and movies...

 

Tie pilots are not allowed to name their ships or even get the same ship more than once every several missions.

 

Nonetheless I dont mind...just letting you know some details...do with it what you like.

[Capt. Phillep]

The young recruit was being dragged along for a tour when the the Stormtrooper, likely the leader of the escorts, responded to a single unintelligible command in his gruff and husky tenor voice, "Yes, sir. Right away, sir!"

 

Phillep turning towards the escort who had already grabbed his arm and was beginning to jerk him along from the Command Deck towards some unknown locale. Following in a manner that was more prisoner-like than worthy of a guest, especially one of his "importance," Perhaps he's just jealous... Walking around in that white plastic armor all day. Who could blame him?

 

Following along the never-ending hallways of the Star Destroyer, rather bemused at the surprising turn of events. Teenage progidy joins the military and makes a name for himself before he's 25. Gotta love my life.

 

The inflated ego trailed behind the guards for a while, nearly a half-hour of walking with the single click of boots being the only sound made between the five men, except for the occassional janitorial droid running across the halls picking up discards, dirt and the like which would upset the lifeless, sterile environment of the vessel.

 

Finally, released from the larger man's grip. Phillep gave him a sarcastic smirk, "One of these days, your ass will be mine." The Stormtrooper, followed him in the room and his other three companions had long dissappeared to perform whatever duties sacrificial grunts perform in a large vessel such as this one.

 

The brash Cadet Officer entered the room, finding a single man seated at a desk. Standing at attention, Phillep immediately recognized the man, despite having never met him personally. Admiral Payne...

 

The Stormtrooper, likely laughing underneath his helmet, also stood at attention awaiting the Grand Admiral's commands.

[Guest]

Tagge looked at the Tie with great passion.

 

"It will have the nickname, Shadow."

 

Tagge turned and with a snap of his boots, to show a sign of respect.

 

"Just getting the chance to serve the Empire is my dream. I hope that in the futrue, I will better serve the Empire with my skills."

 

Tagge stood tall, and with persicion.

[Lieutenant Macleod]

"Good choice. I prefer my pilots to have names for their ships, so I can tell them apart in battle. Come this way."

 

Macleod led Tagge to the flight simulator. He sat down first, entering a few commands in the computer. The layout of the squadron came on the screen. Macleod always placed his squadron, seven TIE's to a group, in a V formation. Macleod pointed to the lead group.

 

"This group is where my TIE will be at the start of the battle. I always personally lead the attacks."

 

He pointed to the back of the groups.

 

"Your group will be in the center at the far back. You'll be the lead TIE in your V. Don't worry, in battle everyone gets plenty of action. But it is safer back there, at least for the first few minutes. That's the most dangerous point in a battle. If you make it past there chances are you'll live through it. That's why your in the back, if something happens to me, you'll have to take over the squadron. Now, when we're in battle, I'll give a certain number of TIE's to control, and a certain aspect of our mission to perform, but it will be different each time."

 

Macleod paused, to allow Tagge to ask questions if he didn't understand. Next they were going to get into actual flight simulation. He needed to learn Tagge's style.

[Major Payne]

"Dismissed." Payne said cooly his voice resonating throughout the room. The storm troopers turned wordlessly from there positions and marched with military precision out the door.

 

"Congratulations...Captain."The Grand Admiral began. "Your achievements have been grande as of late....definately worth of congratulations...."He trailed off a moment as he approached the Transparasteel viewport, turning his back to the man to gaze out into the story void.

 

"....You may have noticed some differences in your training at the academy" The Admiral continued stroking his chin thoughtfully as he stared out the tiefighter like bay window.

 

"You were put aside to learn different material in several instances..." He said pausing a moment for effect. "You have been hand chosen to follow my footsteps and learn the ways of fleet combat....You may think the Academy was the end of your training and the beginning of your freedom....But you are far from right." The Admiral said his voice cold as ice, his face set in steel resolve.

 

"You will be a Star Destroyer Captain for now....I will instruct you furthere as time goes on..." The Fleet commander trailed off again.

 

"Your Imperial II awaits you....Dismissed." He turned and walked back to his desk as Imperial storm troopers carried the officer from his sight and back to a shuttle to take him to his command.

[Capt. Phillep]

Phillep was still in shock as the escorts came who dragged him towards the shuttle. An Imperial II, all for me? To train in Admiral Payne's footsteps...?

 

He was grinning like a stupid fool, he was still grinning like an imbecile when he boarded the Shuttle... but by the time he stepped off the shuttle on his Imperial II, his facial expression had turned to its cold, arrogant apparition. He walked with his hands clasped behind his back, the sound of boots clicking was all that was heard as the escorts took him to the Command Deck. He stepped onto the Bridge alone and with his hands still clasped behind his back, came up to the Acting Captain and told him bluntly, "You have just been relieved of command. Please, go. Perform your previous, mundane duties. You, as well as the entire crew, now report to me. Captain Detente."

 

His icy blue eyes turned their gaze to the stars as he heard the finesse and precision of the Imperial officers beneath him. He heard the sounds of vessel as it hummed lightly. It was a soothing sound, he released a dark grin that was common of arrogant Captains. He stood now at attention and walked to his personal suite.

 

He entered the doors and sat at his desk. The viewport stretched behind his desk, a small liquor cabinet in the corner of the room, a large mattress not like the cots of the Academy, and a washroom.

 

He stretched his arms still trying to grasp the implications of his new command. The Imperial II Star Destroyer was now Captain Detente's Screeching Widow. He awaited Admiral Payne's commands, quietly as he overlooked the Crew Manifest, Ship's capacity and weaponry. He still had a sickening grin across his face, pulled out a glass and served himself a fine Brandy.

[Darth Immolatus]

Evan salutes and walks out of the office. He heads to the barracks and tells his boys to get some rest and relxation.

 

"But if I find you drunk or with a woman, your off the team."

 

He walks to his own room and takes off his armor. He picks up 2 DL-44 Blaster pistols and holsters them on his hips. The modifications were to add 50% more power in each shot without draining any extra power. He has also added a laser scope to paint his targets with the Imperial emblem. He picks up 2 Westar pistols with the same laser scope on them. He then picks up the standard E-11 blaster rifle all Imperials used.

 

He walks out to a training course and orders them to add all the booby traps they had programmed. They had the weapons settings for kill. He liked it this way. If it was a lesser setting, he would slack off knowing he wouldnt die.

 

He walks the beginning of the course and waits for the go ahead signal.

[Guest]

Tagge was a bit confused, but had no real questions to ask, but then he got one.

 

"Sir, so I will be in charge of doing something that you want me to do, lets say, if you need two things done at once, I take one, and you take the other?"

 

He stood ready. After the question was answered, he was ready to begin his training.

[Lieutenant Macleod]

Macleod could tell Tagge was confused. He shook his head,

 

"I apologize, it's obvious I explained that poorly. This is the first time I've ever personally attempted to train a pilot, so it's new to me as well. Just follow my orders and you'll do fine."

 

Macleod stood up and signaled for Tagge to step into the simulator. Macleod took an adjacent one.

 

"Okay, we'll start with something simple. On most missions, our job is to keep enemy ships from leaving the planet."

 

In fact, that's all I do around here.

 

"So, go to it."

 

Tagge is faced with twenty TIE's in his group. A group of X-wings lifts off the surface, ten. And heads for the atmosphere.

 

"I'll give you pointers as we go."