Beck Pilon

Beck let out a massive sigh as TIE's moved across the viewport, dragging with cables escape pods and other items of value to bring it all onboard the Fiat Lux. He had received the report over Admiral Slaughter being recovered and in a state of healing. He would live, but no clues as to a timetable on full recovery. He remained seated within his command chair, for the first time in a long time. Normally he would walk the deck, but since the amount of devastation and wreckage that took place, he felt his own presence wasn't needed to breathe down the necks of every man serving. They knew their duty and what was required of them. The blonde rebel officer came up to him and gave a slight salute. He glanced over at her, seeing her actual rank of lieutenant before he returned the salute. "... What's your name and story?" She hesitated at the response. "Umm sir, wouldn't you rather have the report?" The Admiral slowly shook his head before sitting more upright. "No. Too much bad news. Give me something that's neutral at best." She looked at the Admiral then towards the comm officer a few times before she cleared her throat. "My name is Lilla Rurn. I'm from Corellia. I grew up always wanting to serve the galaxy the best way I could. Admiral Starlisk and Slaughter were some of my many heroes growing up. Inspired me really." Beck turned and snapped at someone on the deck to come closer. "Bring some drinks - not alcohol, for everyone on the bridge right now." He then turned back towards lieutenant Rurn. "How long did it take you get in service and how did you end up with us?" The girl slightly bounced her head and shoulders as she did her best to recall all of the information that would be relevant. "I was at the academy for around 3 years before I was assigned to a ship. I honestly don't remember the name. I got grounded because half the crew failed on it's last run. Been planetside for a long while, I would say ever since the joint partnership happened between us and the Imperials. I was about to change branch into something more tactical when the evacuation was called. SInce I wasn't assigned anywhere, I was low priority to get to a ship, but I was asked to help load some items onto the Fiat Lux... and I kinda just wandered my way up to the bridge..." Beck looked at her with an eyebrow raised. It was a move he would have expected from someone eager within the Imperial ranks to have done. But never through a different organization entirely. There was suddenly a tension on the bridge, and he was well aware of it. He didn't have to look around to figure it out either. "So technically you're not supposed to be here and could get court martialed for this?" Lilla Rurn looked down and slowly nodded her head. He looked down himself and let out another heavy sigh. The weight of everything came crashing down on his mind. He glanced up to look out the viewport and let out a smaller sigh. "What are the reports you have for me?" She looked up for a second, confusion all over her face. With shaky hands, she lifted the datapad, but when the Admiral didn't reach for it, she lifted it further to read it herself. "The last of the Mandalorians who attacked the surface have left the system. Rumors have it that many of the Mandalorians who were even on our side have begun to leave the system entirely. And while it's not confirmed, first reports are that the entire Sith fleet has withdrawn..." She slowly put the datapad down and awaited the Admiral's response, to which she now dreaded. He simply looked out the viewport and gave a few slow nods at the report. "How many more escape pods?" She gave a shrug before looking back at the sensor station, to which the officer there quickly sent to her datapad the numbers. "About 19 still not recovered." Beck then stood up and looked at her. "Very well. Let's wrap this whole situation up. When the drinks arrive, make sure everyone gets one." He then began to walk towards the front of the bridge to look out the viewport. Rurn looked around again. "That's it then?" Beck never once looked back, knowing full well what she was asking. "Under the circumstances, there is no one to report you to. I don't trust the system to begin with. If you were within the Imperial ranks, I would have congratulated you for the attempt of bravery to make such a bold move. Since we are an allied force for the moment, I will report that you got stuck on our ship during the evacuation and I asked for your help on the bridge. Is that satisfactory for you?" Beck then turned around and looked at her directly. "Unless you'd rather transfer over to the Imperial navy? I could always use personnel that carries such chutzpah." Lilla Rurn gave a smile and looked down for a quick second before looking back up. "I think that I could have a decision for you upon our arrival at the rendezvous point." Beck gave a quick nod in response. "Alright then. Finish up the reports, and lets get those final escape pods in. Send out the reports to the rest of the fleet. Prepare the Fiat Lux for the jump upon completion of cleaning up the area." The Admiral returned to looking out the viewport and observing first hand at the clean process. Soon he would have to rebuild the entire imperial navy personnel again. He would much rather do that then working with the politicians. For now, he would make sure that the entire system was clear and ready before he would meet up with whatever of his peers were still left alive, if any.

Beck watched for a moment in horror as the quick reports of the battle came flying in rapidly. "Report-red alert, the Kalidor initiated a self destruct." The very words had the admiral turn his head with eyes glaring sharply at the comm officer, whom he hoped was wrong. The holodisplay almost immediately confirmed the action by initiating a warning blar to pull away from the Kalidor. Is the Rebel Admiral mad? He couldn't believe the situation, and he sure wouldn't have any other time to focus upon it. More alarms blared as the Black Scarab began to thrust forward in a downward motion. "HOLD- don't bring us any closer into blast range of the Kalidor, we need to fo-SITH SPIT!" The words were an echo of what quickly transpired before him. The Kalidor put the incoming defending ships in a bad position to help against the Scarab due to its current state. Because of it, the Scarab took a nose dive towards the planet, wanting to do full damage as he was sure it's commander wanted to perform the action all along. All Beck Pilon could do was stand upon his bridge and watch. He stood there for a long moment, almost on the verge of shaking fully with anger, his own body began to feel doleful. Unable to fully watch what the Scarab was doing, he focused instead on the Kalidor. A heat slowly filled his body which emanated from his chest. What the actual hell was he thinking?! It was a thought that held his attention for far too long, and it replayed over and over within his mind rent free. After a good two minutes passed, there was a cough from the lieutenant who stood beside him. Female, blonde and wearing a rebel uniform. She must have quickly assigned during the chaos. He wondered how many others had been mixed from each side due to the quick nature of the attack. Regaining composure, he turned and looked around at those serving on the bridge. "Open comm to all allied forces.... This is Admiral Beck. Begin clean up of the sector. Pursue any remaining enemy ships and rescue all escape pods. Once that is done... all ships are to proceed to the rendezvous point..." He stood for a moment, thinking upon if that was all he should say. He glanced over at the comm officer who was awaiting his command to shut it down when he decided he couldn't leave it like that. But he truly did not know what to say. He was at a loss for words himself, much like he was sure the rest of them were. He turned to face the officer directly as he spoke. HIs words were firm, though without direct point. "We rebuild from here. Your stations and service today will be recorded. Your valor marked. The gumption that makes you all naval personnel has won the day. Jump once you've finished your assignment. Our fight here is done. Admiral Beck Out." He then turned and looked at the female lieutenant next to him. "Scan the escape pods and shuttles from the Kalidor for Admiral Slaughter. Once his status is confirmed, we join the rest of the fleet." He then turned and marched himself to sit within the command chair, letting himself fully sink into it. Today was hell. His own arm was still burning slightly from his encounter with the Mandalorians on the surface, and now to lose many others in the battle. Empress Raven, Admiral Kolchak and maybe even Admiral Slaughter... He wasn't sure if he could handle any more. For now, he would tend to what he could do most effectively. Command the Fiat Lux.

Admiral Beck stood upon the bridge of the Fiat Lux and watched as the Raven's Bane turned rapidly and left after it's broadcast. Its message was a clear one, and one that many had already feared within the Imperial Navy. Pulling in a heavy breath and readjusted his shirt. After doing so he was able to release his breath that he held in. There was no point in searching for the fallen Empress. His commander, the one whom he followed orders outside of the Avatar Kain and Emperor Denton, had perished within the fleet battle over the once Hutt controlled space. His own eyes narrowed as he looked out the viewport to the battle still before him. Taking two more steps forward towards the front of the viewport, he steadied his own voice as he spoke. "Reset- all allied ships to target Black Scarab. Have Ancillary Justice line up with us for a full on assault. Every Ship needs to merge to aid Gerrera, L’ouverture, Breachmaker, and Vigilant in their stand against Black Scarab." Beck lifted his head ever so slightly at the site of the Super Star Destroyer in the distance from the bridge of the Fiat Lux. The move was purely out of spite. Never will I ever have any part of my Imperial navy cower under these circumstances. He saw from the corner of his eyes the look of hesitation from some of the bridge crew. "We're part of the Imperial navy. This was our home base. The last thing invaders will see and hear is the sound of an Imperial Star Destroyer coming to take them head on. Ready all turbolasers, octuple barbette turbolasers and ion cannons to strike hard and true at the Scarab. Today, we make them run."

Beck observed many ships faltering here and there with decisions. He understood it all too well. He wasn't sure whom he would have followed had he not lived long enough to see many war torn factions come and burn without any hesitation. The constant fight remained. The Admiral turned as the comm officer began to report what he already knew. The Ancillary Justice was standing to fight. He raised an eyebrow as he looked back towards the holodisplay of the current battle raging on. "Open a comm, all allied forces to link up to the channel." Beck moved back towards the main point on the bridge of the Fiat Lux and looked out at what was before him. "Attention allied forces. If your ship has suffered loss of functions or damaged shields, retreat. We will not waste away resources so easily now. Smaller ships are to find escape pods if able. If you have strength, form up with Ancillary Justice and take on Raven's Bane. Drive the Sith from the system. At this stage of the game, seniority outranks any rank. Get a confirmation on Admiral Slaughter's status. His orders stand over anyone else. Until you hear otherwise, he's the acting fleet command." Beck signaled to cut the open comm to the entire fleet so that his next words would be only for his crew on Fiat Lux. "Move us to angle next to Ancillary Justice so that we can cut off any fire on escaping ships. Also call up whatever fighters we have to aid in taking on the Black Scarab. If we can bring down those two beasts today, it will be a great victory in my personal opinion." With ships beginning to retreat on both sides, now that major losses have been handed out on both sides, Beck felt it was the time of the allied forces to make a mark. Taking down the two major ships of the Sith forces would bring forth a moral victory that everyone needed. "Inform the commander of Ancillary Justice to flank more right, that will give better cover to ships leaving and protect their shields from a straight up fight."

Explosions rocked the ship left and right, up and down as it attempted to reach the Constantine before the full on destruction of the Misercordia engulfed it. A quick response from the pilot avoided the initial blast and the Admiral screamed out loudly - "DIVE!" Heaven's Taint dove rapidly in the evasion of everything raining down upon the destruction of the Misercordia which now engulfed the Constantine. Beck moved from the center towards the comm station to observe what the next move was. As he did so, another officer tripped attempting to move from one side of the bridge to another. Clearly someone else who did not have the seasoned legs of a naval officer. Putting his hand upon him to push him further towards where he was attempting to go, Beck then leaned in to see the holodisplay of the battle. It took him around four seconds to spot what he was looking for. "Ah, there's my girl! Captain, bring us home to Fiat Lux. Lieutenant Froxx, open a channel." Beck stood up now instead of leaning over. "Commander Jorhan, turn to cover the fleet. Begin Tooka Protocol. Authorization Green Omega Delta. Upon my arrival, turn and get all survivors out of the system. and defend them." Beck turned to stand behind Captain Ghrol as he piloted to ship towards his baby girl, Fiat Lux. He smiled at seeing her again, and knew that he would never depart her again. "Signal the rest of the allied forces Lieutenant Froxx, begin retreat now. Only senior officers over my station are allowed to disregard those orders. I want all remaining allied forces safely out of this system now! This fight is done. Those that wish to remain may rally to the Fiat Lux." Beck looked for a moment at the holodisplay, which showed no civilian transports remaining, only naval fleet. They had done their part and fought the good fight. Many of his own colleagues had died in the battle, including Raven. The one whom he followed since Denton. Now, he was unsure of whom was in charge of the naval fleets. He only knew that there was a chance someone else may attempt to make the fight. But it would not be him. He was content in his position and his role. And now as the things he once knew so well burned around him, he would survive. He would carry on the Imperial legacy no matter who stood over him, of that he was sure. Upon Heaven's Taint landing on Fiat Lux, there was a confirmation from Commander Jorhan that the crew made in onboard. It took Beck about three minutes exactly to get to the bridge. As he did, he scanned the room and a shout was made. "Admiral on Deck." Those that were able to afford it turned to stand a salute, to which the Admiral quickly waved them off. "Remain at your stations. Bring up a list of those smaller ships still collecting escape pods. Have them pull away from Misercordia and focus in on Constantine and it's survivors. Rally point for all planet side to get airborne." Beck watched as a Sith war ship turned and blasted into hyperspace. His own face narrowed at the sight. "Do we have anyone on other ships still? Who is in command on the naval operations? Is Slaughter still out here?" These were all questions that he was expecting answers for quickly. He needed to know what the next course of action was.

Beck had quickly found himself back on the bridge on his own personal ship, after orders to help get escape pods had been issued. The admiral stood at the center, watching everything before him wishing to be on a Star Destroyer instead. The comm station was going crazy, the Misercordia lay before them, almost adrift. Beck knew without any hesitation as the orders to search and help locate the Empress that she was most likely already a victim of this battle. Something rose within his own stomach, like a wave of energy. It wasn't fear, worry or even sadness. It was an understanding that things had indeed changed. The future had changed. It was happening now before him. "Sir- another escape pod, no lifeforms. They seem to be jettisoning out even if they don't have anyone, or have single occupants... Do we pursue and get them?" The admiral looked at the holodisplay and saw the formation of the battle. The movement of the ships. They spoke to him in ways others may not realize. It was all due to his training as a clone so many years prior. His own eyes focused in for a long second before shouting. "Belay those orders. Withdraw us to a safe position away from the Misercordia. Single occupant escape pods are traitors- we will not rescue anyone who did not wait for others. Get us on the Constantine- NOW!" Without another word, Beck turned and left the bridge of his personal ship. Now, more than ever, his Empire that he served for so long needed him.

Heaven’s Taint moved rather quickly through the air, avoiding everything that it could under the direct orders from Admiral Beck Pilon, who was currently propping himself up in a chair with a few wounds from the small engagement of Mandalorians within the naval base. The med droid did what it could as Beck looked around to see the overall atmosphere of the group. It was deflated, but not defeated. Sad, but not mournful. Pained but far from broken. He felt within his own chest a sense of a feeling, one that wanted to be sad, yet not strong enough to do anything other than be known. Flashes from turbolasers and shields filled his vision as he looked out at what lay before him. It didn’t feel like defeat, yet it felt like an end. What that exactly meant was still unclear to him. A small poke from the droid made him annoyed again and yanked his arm away from the droid. “That’s enough from you. I’m stable, go shut down somewhere until you’re actually needed. Lieutenant- brings us about four degrees. Signal the Constantine. Last datafiles are away and secure. After that, let’s head to the rendezvous.” The Admiral then stood up and took a hard long look out the view port, wondering what was truly next for everyone, including himself. After about a minute, he turned and walked towards his own quarters to rest until their arrival at the rendezvous point.

The somewhat distance, yet close ranged sounds of blaster fire and all sorts of other noises filled the somewhat empty halls of the Imperial Base. Beck eyed the windows, which gave sight to the distant space battle overhead, causing a greater noise level for those outside of a building. Noises of battles that raged all over seemed to be a very steady thing at the moment. It was what motivated him to work and get the files out. They were in no position to join and aid until such a task was completed. The current crew working was Beck, Captain Isiah, three other datafile workers, eight troopers and twelve personal special commandos trained under the Admiral's own program. They were slowly moving a few final boxes from the weapons and ship catalogs with a distance reporting going on of the fighting at the docks, which was close, yet not enough to put their current objective in danger. Explosions and blaster fire became to steady background noise that kept everyone busy. They pulled the final few crates out into the hallway and towards the turbolift with a steady pace. They were about halfway through the hallway when a loud CRACK-BOOM-THUD filled the air. The commandos of Vanx and Gundark squads quickly raised their blasters and scanned the room. It didn't take a genius to realize what they heard. The invading forces had breached the building. "Hold your positions squads. Our objective hasn't changed. Isiah, let's move these NOW!" The words were about all that were needed. Two troopers moved ahead to open the turbolift to get it ready to safely transport the datafiles out of the building. Beck pulled his comlink up and alerted the network. "Attention Imperial Allied Command, This is Admiral Beck Pilon. The walls of R&D have been compromised. Repeat, intruders have breached the walls." He put his comlink away and began to aid in pushing the datafiles when blaster fire could be heard down a hallway not far from them. The two troopers who opened the turbolift quickly moved to aid Beck who was the closest to them with his files when around the corner they came. Two Mandalorian warriors. They both had helmets that displays narrow eyes alone, unlike the standard T-Shape visors. It was about all he could muster to view as he moved to help flank cover for the others moving their files against the very quick and sudden output of blaster fire. His own quick trigger finger blasted a few shots off, but they did nothing to the opposing two Mandalorians. Not even a flinch from stray fire that would get the most seasoned veteran. Leaning against a wall, Beck went to take aim on the furthest one, only to have a shot quickly come and knock his own blaster out of his hand. With a slightly loud verbal curse, he looked down at his left hand which was singed beyond his own battle hazy first glance. He glanced around to see some of Squad Vanx perform a maneuver he developed, a quick draw fire sequence designed to get a shooter comfortable to poke themselves out enough to get targeted. He was greatly anticipating seeing how it would work, only to see targeted Mandalorian poke out and take aim at the secondary commando, who in the process had exposed himself to the shot. The other commando made the fatal error of poking his own head up in some attempt to take the Mandalorian, only to have it backfire and take him down in the process. Sithspit! Beck didn't want to admit it, but these Mandalorians were well trained, beyond what was currently in the hallway. They needed a Jedi to compete. He looked back to see that the final datafile crate was almost in the turbolift. Beck without any hesitation stood up and ran to aid in the push of the crate, which only had one person pushing until Beck got involved. As soon as he put his shoulder to it, it began to move a lot faster into the turbolift. As they moved, Isiah suddenly jumped out in front of the two, took a few shots, only to get hit directly in the throat dropping him almost instantly. Beck pushed with all his might from his legs and forced the crate into the turbolift. Upon hitting the ground, he shouted, "THE DOOR!" One of Gundark squad used his elbow to slam the door shut and Beck turned to get out of the way of eyesight and to observe the damage done. As the door shut, he took notice of the one single datafile officer, the two troops and the one commando of Gundark Squad with him in the turbolift. The commando spoke to the Admiral as he himself looked at his damaged hand. "Sir, we can regroup with incoming backup and prevent them from the other files." Beck only shook his head as he looked at his blackened fingers. "No. It would be suicide. We stick to our assignment." He then slowly stood up and used his right hand to pull out his comlink. "This is Admiral Beck. Intruders are Mandalorians, and have far superior training to anyone moving to engage. Use extreme caution." Beck then put his comlink away and looked back at his left hand, full of blackened fingers. God help whoever attempts to stand in their way...

The alarms blared loudly and rang throughout every hall and room within the HQ. Beck ignored them as he typed within the holoport his access codes. Captain Isiah also worked at a station near him, doing the same, quickly approving of datafiles getting moved to transports. He however did look up and gave a cough towards the Admiral, which got his attention. He looked around to see some troopers taking longer glances out the windows to see if they could spot anything. "Focus on the task at hand soldiers. The alarms are warnings of ships in space. We have about five minutes to clear and move as much as we can before they're on the surface engaging us." The words got some of them to quickly turn and move the crates and boxes of datafiles out of the room. Beck looked around again for a second to see that their current room was almost emptied. They had about two others rooms to clear, classified datafiles on weapons and ships, and the other was more personnel datafiles. If they didn't have the time, the personnel ones would have to be left behind and locked, in hopes that the Sith did not get ahold of them. Letting out a sigh, as he wished to be with the fleet, quickly approved the last files to get downloaded and moved.

Beck lifted his eyebrows for a mere second as Scorpio responded. He didn't understand the Force, nor did he care to. But it would seem the man before him felt like it was enough to protect himself. He knew the lightsaber would be, but everything else was in the air for him. "If that's your wish." The Admiral began to shuffle for something within his desk, but his comlink buzzed, completely taking away his own train of thought. Checking it, it was from Kolchak, the Vice Admiral, who now seemed to be promoted to Grand Moff. Poor bastard. He didn't wish to be moved up any further than what he was already at. Whatever reasoning that Raven held for thrusting Kolchak into the more political realm of military command, he was grateful it was not him. The notice wouldn't have gone to Scorpio though, who was still at his desk, so Beck stood up suddenly to address the man. "Command issued orders. Evacuation has now turned into battle ready standby. While these orders don't really affect you yet, I feel like you should be aware of them. They want all ships of any size to report in, along with individuals on their current status and battle readiness. Either to the Constantine or the Misericordia." There was a bit of delay within his own voice with the last ship. The Misericordia was a ship he served plenty of times on as his command. But he has since not served directly on a Fleet commander in a long while. Only recently getting an outing at Korriban. With a very small head shake, he refocused. "I'm staying planetside still as we finish getting vital gear and equipment secured. You're welcome to stay or join the rest. If you do choose to go-" Beck leaned over at withdrew from his desk a small medallion. "-Use this if anyone questions you. It lets them know you're operating under me." Beck then moved to join Captain Isiah, who now stood in the doorway. The datafiles were still being secured up, so it would take some extra work to get them going. But even as the two walked towards the datafile station, his own thoughts wondered back to his own personal command ship, Fiat Lux and what sort of condition it was in. If he was to be returned to a ship, he would hope that his own favorite Star Destroyer would still be available to him.

There was something about Scorpio that had Beck interested. He held onto ideology, to which wasn't truly bad, but a flaw in his opinion. Hard facts drove him and what motivated him more so than any belief or idea of something better. The final words that came out almost made his eyes roll. He didn't care for the Force, nor did he like it when others flaunted it. A man who spent some time in exile he would have assumed such egotistical shows of display would have been toned down, but he guessed that there was enough brainwashing when he was young by either the Jedi or the Sith to keep it as a natural reflex. At least from his own dealings that many of the Imperial Knights managed to keep such reflexes at bay. Beck leaned back, but only slightly due to him sitting on a box instead of a chair. "I'll get you a blaster and a vibro weapon of sorts. But while you're here on a voucher of sorts by me..." The Admiral leaned in again and lowered his voice to make sure the seriousness of his tone was conveyed to Scorpio. "Keep all mass destruction levels down to a current party on Alderaan." He then leaned down and paged for Captain Isiah to bring him two weapons from his armory. He didn't feel like he needed to add anything else to the warning. But if Scorpio didn't follow that word of wisdom, he wouldn't hold a place of comfort anymore within the Imperial halls.

Beck leaned back as he listened to the words spoken from Scorpio's mouth. They echoed something, a very familiar thing to him. He had heard the story of orphan, falling and seeking to right the path so many times before. Many of his own recruits walk such a path. He raised an eyebrow at the man finishing. "Peace isn't something you find. As one breed for war, I figure you know that to be true within your own heart." His own eyes now looked distant as he thought upon if he had ever truly felt peace. The short answer was no. After an awkward second, he looked up again. "A parental drive is the motivation for you then. I can't promise you anything more than a chance to fight right now." There was a loud wind that suddenly knocked at the window to his office as a large cruiser began to take off from the dock, carrying within a great number of civilians looking to get clear of the coming battle. The noise distracted him for a second, as he wasn't expecting it. He had been within his office the entire time during the evacuation process. "As a former Jedi, I bet you were really handy with a lightsaber. What other weapons would you be able to use?" He didn't remember seeing a lightsaber on Scorpio, so he didn't know if that was still a viable option for him to use. Armory wise, he would most likely have to use something from Beck's own personal armory.

Beck held the id as he looked upon Scorpio's face. His face most likely gave away all of his own emotions and feelings, which were nothing short of confusion. He glanced at the lieutenant and then back at the man before him and then back again a few more times as he attempted to process what was spoken to him. He finally narrowed his eyes as he locked them with Scorpio, taking a moment to place the man's id back in one of his open hands that were offered up. "I don't think that would be necessary. I don't know this Onderon Starlisk from the Jedi standpoint, only the Rebellion Admiral. And many who served under him were pardoned... a long time ago." Beck turned and began to walk back towards the entrance, giving both a wave of his hand at the lieutenant to dismiss the situation, while with the other indicating that he wanted the man to follow him. Without even looking back, he continued his own thought. "Surrender is a noble thing to do, but at this point isn't needed. Your aid as a former Jedi could become very useful. I don't know how the Jedi handle fallen from grace members, but within the Imperials, we welcome a reinstatement of sorts. And gifts one may carry like yours always have the chance of redemption. Goodness knows if the Empress Raven could offer grace to a man like me, your history would have to have a ton of recent and major crimes to surpass a pardon." Entering the building, he glanced at a holodisplay showing a few different images, none of which worried him. He turned left and quickly walked down the hall and into his office, which was almost emptied out by this point. "I'd offer you something to drink, but we're currently under an evacuation protocol." The Admiral sat behind his desk, which held nothing to it now and only had a box behind it. There were still four boxes on the other side, to which Beck offered up as chairs to Scorpio. "So... what's your story and how can we get you plugged in?"

The lines were now fully moving and flowing in the right direction. Allidar Sowephil was now placed in control over the operation of getting the civilians to the ships in an organized fashion. Beck took a moment to observe everything. When he had started so many years ago, he never would have saw himself being this type of leader, let alone being the rank of Admiral. Yet here he was, doing just that. Letting out a sigh of relief, he turned to walk back towards the main building when he had a buzz on his comlink. Someone got flagged at an entrance near him. Probably some kid thinking he has what it takes to fight... or a death wish. Shaking his head to himself, he slowly made his way there, turning off the page so that no one else would be bothered by it. He was close enough to the entrance, he seemed to be dealing with a bunch of new recruits anyways. He was the perfect person for it. He walked up to see the guard dealing with someone whom he felt like he had seen before, but couldn't identify. The silver hair felt like something he would have been able to place. Walking up, he cleared his throat loudly. "I'm here Lieutenant. Who do we have here?" He took the id chip away from the guard and examined it. "Scorpio... sounds like a fake name. But who am I to judge. I'm no parent." He held the id out for a moment next to the man's face. The name didn't register like he thought it would. "Hate to say it, we've closed taking in new recruits during this time. Unless that's not why you're here?...."

Beck walked through the halls of HQ, slowly taking in and observing all of the chaos that seemed to be the evacuation. Some of his own command were busy with what they had been assigned, yet some were not on point and quickly moved into action upon seeing their Admiral walk the floor. There were plenty of others not within his command that were goofing off, but he decided to not be that person while walking the halls. As he turned a corner, there stood Allidar Sowephil, the young girl he accepted into his command looking rather confused. With a orotund voice, he spoke up. "Recruit Sowephil, you seem to be lost." Allidar jumped at the sound of his voice and turned, quickly giving a salute. After he returned it, she looked at him and the hallway frantically. "Sir, I don't know exactly what our job is during an evacuation. My commanding officer just told me to begin evacuation duty in wing 7." Beck rolled his eyes at the fact that another one of his junior officers was not fully doing their job. He'd have to address it later. "Evacuation duty means helping getting important files and equipment loaded onto vessels. If not assigned to that, you're generally working with the public helping them find where they should be going. Your commanding officer is in the wrong here. Wing 7 has nothing that needs to be evacuated by lower level personnel." There was a clear look of shame upon her face, along with a minor hint of fear. His reputation of being the stern Admiral was in full swing. He looked away from her and at the doorway that lead outside to the main skyway ramp to the civilian area. "It sounds like the docks are being congested." Without warning, he began to walk towards the door with great long strides that would make it hard for many civilians to keep up. He turned mid walk and motioned for her to follow. "Come Sowephil. I could use your help and properly show you what your duty is." He walked out of the door, the footsteps of Allidar behind him, only to have the swelling sounds of people in chaos attempting to find their way to the docks through the lines being forged, along with ships slowly getting people on them. Very few personnel were outside working the lines. Damn officers not leading... He turned and looked at Allidar. "When you are put in charge of squads, you are to lead them. Leading is not the same as commanding. What you see before you is the result of a few officers commanding. When you ever get promoted in the future... lead or it'll be the last time you're in command under me." He then walked forward and found a spot to stand upon and climbed up, allowing for his voice to boom as loudly as he could make it. "Attention. You are being evacuated for your own safety. The war is on it's way here. We will get you on a vessel and to safety, but only if you cooperate. We are limited on our troops to help move and facilitate the lines. Because of this, I am asking for your cooperation in helping us form correct lines. As our troops move through, if they ask for paperwork, show it to them. This isn't for hassling purposes, but to make sure we have an accurate headcount. Form the lines as directed. Any complaints or concerns can be directed at me. I will be walking the lines to help ensure everyone is doing okay." He then turned towards Allidar. "Sowephil, aid them in form the lines." After he spoke to her, he climbed down and moved his way towards the front of the lines so that he could be present to calm the fears and the chaos that was allowed to get to the level it was at.

Beck sat behind a desk, now giving his full attention to the file at hand, which was the report from the training session he ran, along with a datapad to assign such new recruits and initiates to squads and commands. Captain Isiah walked in and handed him a cup of hot liquid. "Going over the assignments sir?" Beck took the cup and looked at it for a second before setting it down. "Yes, but we need to hit a pause on letting new recruits in until after the evacuation is complete. We don't want to lose anyone in our process... what did you hand me?" The Admiral leaned into the drink and gave it a whiff with his nose. The Captain looked confused for a moment. "Oh, I'm sorry. The caf station is down. I brought tea instead. It's called Kyurlec tea. Leaves from Kashyyyk and Thyferra. One of the many new lines that Czerka is attempting to push." Beck looked at his captain with a face that held eyebrows narrowed, yet eyes wide and nose scrunched. "I'd slap you for that if I thought you were lying." He then brought the cup to his lips and sipped a small taste of it. The strange sweetness against the tiniest bitterness seemed to surprise him. "Damn that woman Zalis. Her hand is in everything." Captain Isiah sat down on the opposite side of the desk of his commander. "Yeah, unfortunately she's taken Black Sun under the radar recently and pushed Czerka, who is now backed and protected by the business bureau. We now need something hard tying her to Black Sun in order to do anything against her." Beck looked at Isiah for a moment as he sipped the tea again. While he personally didn't care how much it cost or whatever backlash came for making a move to get her, he understood why others did. "She's a cunning woman. She knows how to play the game, and does she ever play it well. She's not worth it right now. For now, let's put our focus on assigning everyone out." "We have a total of two spots left on roster space, but other commands are currently not taking anyone on at the moment. From this past grouping, most did fairly well and even pushed the limits. I think that we have room for Allidar Sowephil and Tenbar Moopas. Carson and Quin are both out, along with the others. Assign them back to civilian life. Give them both an extra four weeks for reapplication and another two weeks to be picked up by another command if another decides that they want them." Beck finished typing things into his datapad and then handed it over to Isiah. "I can have everything logged with this within two hours. Orders for our command then?" He raised his eyebrow. "Evacuation. Every soldier not assigned to something specific already NEEDS to be on evacuation. To the brig with anyone not complying. That's all. I will be out helping within the hour as well. No officer is off limits to those orders either since I will be helping."

*** Mess Hall *** Allidar looked at the food for a moment that was being offered by Carson. Her own stomach was pretty full, mainly due to how she got when she got focused on something else besides for eating, like she did with the conversation and card game. With a very slow head shake and a lift of her hand to pass on it, she spoke to Carson's other question. "We don't get a command, but rather get assigned to one. One of the many Admirals or Generals and their commands. We've all talked about Beck Pilon, the Admiral who ran us through the training scenario. Other Commands could fall under Admiral Kolchak, Admiral Slaughter, or a personal wing of the Empress. I heard the Imperial Knights also have a command, but it's only rumored at best." Tenbar leaned in a spoke in an excited voice himself. "And under those commands are others, like Captain's of their own squads." He then leaned back at looked up. "Getting assigned to any squad really would be a good thing for us." *** Command Center *** Beck watched and observed the glance from Raven. She wanted to hear his opinion, he could tell. But such a time wasn't his place to voice anything yet. The two had come through much together. Different paths, but still underwent an awful lot. For the moment, he glanced over at Admiral Kolchak and listened in to what he had to say. His own personal thoughts were that Outer Haven was a massive undertaking, and he understood that Kolchak was far from done doing some work there. His command would be busy with clean and maintenance there for a good year. He was grateful that the undertaking was not assigned to him. Such a long term investment wasn't really something he was good at. He'd done it before, but it wasn't a good fit. For now, his own command needed to be retrofitted and filled back up. He then gave a small salute over to the Vice Admiral, and in turn, gave one to Raven. While his own voice was most certainly wanted to be heard by others in the room, now wasn't the time for that. He trusted and respected those within the room to get things done. He had other things that needed to be done, such as helping the evacuation process and assigning new recruits to their correct command wings.

*** Mess Hall *** Quin smiled at Carson after he asked his question. "There about the same I guess. I think that within the ranks currently, we have Heavy Troopers, which are essentially the ones who have the skills and training required for heavy weapons..." Quin played his own hand as he finished up and offered up Carson a shrug. "Who can say for sure?" "Command can." Tenbar said without any emotion to his voice. He simply played his own hand and looked around after making it known that he believed that Command was in a position to say and clarify such things. Allidar let out a sigh and she looked over her own hand. The words of Tenbar left a sting within the air. She wanted to say out loud that some of Command does choose to not be as vocal with specifics with everyone. But her own fear of what could happen kept her own mouth silent. The tension now in the air hung and everyone could feel it. So she decided to change the topic. "I heard that within the next two rotations, there going to assign all current recruits to a command station. That should be fun to see where we all land?" @Moff Lurg *** Command Room *** Beck stood in the back of the room, choosing instead to not speak but listen to what everyone else in the room felt. He eyed Raven every so often as everyone spoke after her, attempting to get a sense of what she thought about everyone's comments. He wasn't even sure if he was allowed to be within the room, as it seemed more political than anything, or rather it focused on the policies that were to be enforced in the coming horizon. That wasn't him. He wasn't a policy man. He was a commander, a soldier and a tactician. At best he was able to lead forces and inspire them. The group before him seemed far more interested in other things. He was always one to simply enforce what they decided. And even then, he only ever followed Imperial rule. Raven and before her Denton. There was the small moment in between of the secret council which directed his movements as he was an insurgent commando. Back in those days, long before Raven became Empress, his sole job was to topple governments and cause mayhem through tactical advantages or assassinations. Since Raven, he learned to command squads and fleets, becoming a beacon for future commands of the Imperial academies. The Admiral now stood within the shadows, listening to every word spoken and taking mental notes on whom he thought he could actually follow if one was ever to push Raven out. The Vice Admiral Kolchak spoke his own words, but they were very much directed towards Raven. He eyed the man and strained to hear him through the speech pattern that was not as tangible as he'd like. I'd kill myself if I had to hear that constantly... He lifted his left eyebrow as the Vice Admiral finished. It was only then that he took a glance around and took notice of those whom were not present at such a meeting. Curious... He did indeed take another mental note of those of whom he thought would have been present for such a thing but weren't. Those of both Jedi and other military names were locked within his memory. HIs eyes then turned back to the Vice Admiral again. The cybernetic eye had him wondering what exactly happened to the man that lead to such a thing being present. But the thought wasn't worth pursuing at all, so he then turned back to look at Raven and her movements. He wondered what was going through her mind, as he was sure if he wasn't in the shadows, someone would be curious to his own thoughts. He looked down at his own red and blue titles that marked him off as an Admiral. Upon the white top imperial naval uniform, it surely stood out even within the dark shadows of the room. He now wondered how hidden away he truly was. Much like the rest of my life, I've slowly been moving towards positions that I never wanted yet always succeed at. I went from a simple super commando to an Admiral operating fleets and within a jurisdiction that I never stood with when I started. Is my own programing and conditioning slowly fading away? Is Raven somehow connected to it? He looked back at her again and then at the whole room. No. He wouldn't say anything yet. Until he knew more of what was actually happening and held some idea of where he stood, his own thoughts and opinions would remain with him alone.

Allidar gave a smile as she looked over her cards. Sabacc was a game she knew how to play, but didn't understand. She glanced over at everyone at the table before returning to her own hand. She held a few cards that she knew the full values of, such as the Master and two Balance cards. She looked for a moment at Tenbar before she spoke to Carson. "After eating, not much. We clean our equipment, read training manuals, get tested, do some workouts... Training scenarios every so often. Nothing like the one we just went through. We haven't been assigned to anything yet, outside of training programs." Tenbar let out a very heavy sigh as he looked over his own cards. The Star, Endurance and The Idiot. "Usually it's learning the function of each unit and protocols. I know that there was a delay in assignments of new recruits to commanders due to a lot of them being off site with the war. But from the buzz, it sounds like it's coming here soon." Quin cleared his throat. "I'd hate to not get put into command before the evacuation begins. We'd then get shuffled around and not assigned for another two standard months." He looked at his cards. The Ace , a four and a three card. He then looked at Carson. "You have a better chance out of any of us. You have some history. Maybe that's why Admiral Pilon did the exercise he did with us, to see what you can actually do." @Moff Lurg

Quin almost spit his food out on his plate in spite of Tenbar, but the response from Carson seemed to be enough to keep him from actually doing so. He instead swallowed what was in his mouth and then turned to give his full attention to Carson. "I'd love to play a game of Sabacc. Haven't actually played it since I was fourteen. Play Pazaak recently, but not Sabacc." Allidar gave a cough before she spoke up to add on. "Pazaak isn't really a thinkers game. More like luck. Some say Sabacc is the same way. Dejarik is the game that will help skills develop." "But not everyone has access to a Dejarik board Allidar. Cards are a better way of keeping the mind sharp while in the field." Tenbar leaned in after taking a bite of his own food and looked around at the table. Once he swallowed his food, he got a grin. "How about a fun game between the four of us then? Just to keep our minds sharp and active?"

Quin arrived second to the mess hall after Carson did. Quin got what food he wanted and then sat down next to Carson with a slight grunt. He looked up to see both Allidar and Tenbar arriving at the same time and jumping in line to also get some food. He looked down at his own plate with a bit of disgust. He wasn't a fan of what was being served, but was too hungry to really complain outside of giving his disgusted look at it before shoveling some of it in his mouth. With a full mouth, he observed that Carson did bring cards with him. With some bits of food falling out, he asked the new recruit about it. "I see you did bring your cards. Is that some kind of comfort thing?" He wasn't being mean, just simply curious. To Quin, cards was something that old mean played to keep themselves occupied. He had never seen someone his own age play them as a legit downtime thing. Tenbar sat down with a disgusted look with the group, but not at the food, rather at Quin. "Do you need to talk with your mouth full?" Allidar gave a slight smile at the comment from tenbar, but didn't add anything. She for one was also curious about Carson, but not really why he carried the cards. (( @Moff Lurg ))

Allidar looked at Carson with a slight smirk and spoke up before anyone else got the chance. "You're new enough, but most commanding officers won't even talk to us after training scenarios. They let us sit within our own thoughts on the matter for a few hours before addressing us. And you're still new enough to not know much about Admiral Beck Pilon." Quin quickly spoke up and almost interrupted Allidar. "He's an asshole. Most of those who go under his command end up having to really work to maintain procedures and formalities." He lifted a finger and pointed towards a small carbon scoring mark on Carson's armor. "He would never let you talk to him like that unless we were truly within the field." Allidar let out a sigh. "He also wouldn't like you talking like that about him Quin. Besides... none of us have been assigned a command wing yet. The fact that an admiral took interest in us... even one like Admiral Pilon would still be worth noting that we could be getting assignments soon." She looked over all four of the recruits who hung back to talk, and then glanced up at the observation window for a moment before looking back at the other three. "We should all take a shower and meet in the mess hall. Rumor has it this place in going to be going under evacuation procedures soon. Better eat before we're all put to work." She turned to head back to the quarters to get herself refreshed. Quin followed suit. Tenbar on the other hand gave a slight fist bump to Carson's shoulder. "It's good to have you with us Carson. I'd like to hear more of your history as we eat." (( @Moff Lurg ))

One of the other recruits, Allidar Sowephil, a younger female recruit ran up to help keep her own blaster fire a steady stream to protect the brash recruit that ran out to retrieve the flag deep in the mess of everything. Much to her surprise, he somehow managed as a last act to get the flag into the right position. Upon the flag getting into the mantle holster, the droids all stopped their firing and began to head back to the holding deck below to get ready for the next training program to be initiated. Allidar held nothing back as she lowered her blaster and the rest of the recruits who had been hit began to have their armor unlock for them. "That lucky little bantha mutt." She threw off her helmet revealing her dark brown hair and she walked up the field past all of the other fallen recruits and helped Carson Lurg up. "I hope you don't plan on taking all the glory from that." Her own face was stern as she looked upon him. She was so used to everyone around her doing everything that they could to not let her gain any accolades that she figured she would still have to do everything within her own power to prove she could be the best. As she finished, both the recruit who did the majority of the leg work and the tallest recruit both came up to the pair. The taller one introduced himself first. "Tenbar Moopas. I've been on this rock the longest. Haven't been assigned to anything yet. Guess I haven't earned my mark yet. I bet you just did." The other recruit gave a small glaring look at everyone else before he introduced himself. "Quin. I'm aiming to be a Heavy Weapons specialist, so ideas and plans aren't really my thing. Just point me in the direction of who or what I need to shoot at. By the way, I hate running."

HW-4799 let out a massive sigh as the recruit suggested that they stay the course. He felt like it wasn't working, but what other options did they have? No other ideas were coming to the forefront of their minds, so they had to go with the best plan. He glanced up at the observation window and wondered for a moment what sort of purpose did the Admiral have in having the recruits go through a training scenario that was far above their level of training. It seemed like madness, as he wasn't seeing the purpose in it. Slowly standing back up, he began to mentally prepare himself for the run forward. He moved along the barricade until he got himself into position. One of the other recruits attempting to hold crossfire was hit and fell backwards, having their own armor lock up and comm systems shut down. He then focused on the mantle holster, which wasn't even within eyeshot due to the amount of droids that sat between the recruits and their goal. Taking another look back at the rest of the recruits, there was about maybe twenty left, dwindling a little bit more quicker even though they had cover. He couldn't focus on it, he had to make it to the objective. I didn't sign up for this level of craziness. Taking a few quick breaths, he then stood up and ran as fast as he could to get behind cover of his fallen comrades or fallen droids to help him move towards the mantle holster. As he found some good size coverage, he leapt to make it, only to get hit in the forearm. The armor began to lock up in that location, but nowhere else. He quickly realized that any other hit may lock him up fully. Taking in a few more quick breaths, he turned and began to run closer to the objective, feeling adrenaline kicking in and pushing him forward. The adrenaline only worked so much, as he was able to dodge and weave past a few shots, even with the blaster cover fire coming from behind the barricade by his fellow recruits. He managed to make it through the thick of the droids, only to have a sudden pressure push him to the ground. He looked up to see the flag drop out of his hands and to the floor, all the while his armor began to lock up and his comm systems shut down. The flag was now within the thick of the droids, and he was sure there was maybe only fifteen of his fellow recruits left behind the barricade still. Yup, didn't sign up for this. (( @Moff Lurg ))

The taller recruit looked at the others for a quick moment before shrugging his shoulders. "It's better than anything I got." He quickly moved to his right to observe his best route. He lifted his E-18 blaster rifle and scouted the area with his own eyes. He turned his head around in a very fast jerk motion. "You two, come with me. The rest help this recruit keep fire off our backs!" Without waiting, the taller recruit jumped out and began to pour his own blaster fire into general direction of where blaster fire was coming, which wasn't really one direction. It felt like a good 180 degree angle of blaster fire. The two recruits whom he pointed towards, HW-4799 and MS-6811 as their designations on their armor said quickly followed the one recruit. The blaster fire was heavy and hot, even with cover fire, as the droids did not react the way humans would with cover fire. Their movement was chaotic and unpredictable in order to help them survive long enough to gain their objective: The Flag. The tallest recruit, MU-874 picked up the flag and turned around to begin to head back. MS-6811 was quickly dropped by blaster fire from the droids, having their armor lock up. MU-874 knew he had to get back quickly, and picked up the pace, only to be hit in the top right shoulder, followed by his lower right thigh and left thigh. He watched from his now motionless armor the flag fall in front of him, unable to call out for help or even to move to help assist get the flag to safety. The flag was picked up though, by HW-4799 as they raced back and took a massive dive behind the barricade with the flag. Completely out of breath, he talked as loud as he could over the blaster fire. "I have the flag..." He turned his head to look back at the droids, which it appeared that they only took down maybe 75 of the 450, leaving 375. "Is the plan still to attempt to cover as someone rushes towards the holster? We only have..." He looked at the time on his HUD. "... 3 and half minutes before the scenario is over. There is no cover out there, nor do they move when being fired at." (( @Moff Lurg Your turn.))