Ylesia

[Beck Pilon]

The Fiat Lux  entered the system, looking far much more ready and stronger than its actual crew. Beck Pilon stood at the center of the bridge and let out a massive sigh as everything from the jump settled down. Lilla Rurn stood at his side looking at a datapad, running over the notes and other things from the battle. "Only three covered from escape pods needed medical attention. All of the shuttles have been prepare though and are ready for departure to the surface. They just need your command sir." He looked around the bridge for a second, observing the hard working crew in their element. While he wanted all of them to take a break, he knew that not everyone would be able to, as the ship would still need some form of a crew to operate. 

 

"Prioritize the crew that have been serving the longest, along with those recovered in escape pods. Has there been any official word if my presence has been required on the surface?" Almost as soon as he said it, he had hoped that the answer would be no. His crew deserved breaks, and he would rather be the one to let them go versus having to make himself a priority to get off the ship. "... Looks like a meeting already took place, before our arrival- lucky dog. No word has been issued to see commanding officers yet." Beck turned and gave the rebel lieutenant a half smirking smile. "Luck or stubbornness to leave the system until the job was done? I'll let someone else decide that." He turned back to observe the deck, letting out a very small sigh as he finished. "But how long can I hide away from the politics when we brought back one of the bigger remaining ships in the fleet?" 

 

His own face locked eyes on the Fidelity, the MC90 that was almost directly across from the Fiat Lux. He doubted that either commander of the larger vessels would play smaller roles in what's about to happen. The shift in the galaxy. But the main difference between the two Admirals was this; Slaughter was used to the political side of the navy. Pilon was not. Many other Admirals within the imperial Navy held grandeur dreams of controlling aspects of fleets and academies. Never Beck. He preferred his own ship, commanding the Fiat Lux. Nothing else was truly wanted, or needed. He just simply wanted to continue to serve the Empire, which would now look massively different going forward. And he doubted there would be a chance to sit back and remain within the shadows as he always had before. 

 

Lieutenant Rurn touched his shoulder ever slightly. "It may be too bold to say this freely, but since I'm not technically under your command, you're a fantastic Admiral, and one well worth the rank. It's been a pleasure to serve alongside you during the Nar Shaddaa battle. May the Force give you the rest and reward that you deserve."  He only half looked at her, giving a much smaller and weaker smile, with an even less enthusiastic nod. She simply nodded back and then gave a salute and left the bridge to join those headed to the surface. Her words, while comforting, did little for him. He didn't believe in the Force, nor did he care for it. He also didn't care for getting what he deserved or even getting a reward. He simply wanted to remain in his small role, to which he knew he would no longer be able to do going forward. 

[Beck Pilon]

The summons had come just as Beck thought it might. He knew his role was about to expand, a role that he would much rather not have, but fully understood why it would be given to him. It was never a question for him though, to act upon a want or desire when duty said otherwise. It was apart of his programming. And the years of service had ingrained it so much further. No he sat at a table, only half listening to the speech given. It was moving, or designed to be moving, as all leaders should be. Only time would tell if this Longfang would prove to be the leader needed for this time frame. 

 

His eyes looked up from time to time, even more so when the Barabel spoke directly to one person. His curious nature always loved to read people's faces when they were addressed. For him, the idea of their facial expressions giving away more of what was inside was something of a game to him. The Queen of Naboo, while young in both looks and spirit, showed an eagerness to remain strong. A quality that he found amusing, as was her eye motions. If he had to guess, she lead more with her gut then her head. The Kaleesh was also an interesting person to observe. His eyes focused in, but they rested upon people he found. Deep focus. Yet his words hinted at maybe less focused and more thoughtful. He took a few smaller glances at Slaughter, the only other veteran within the room. He wondered how the man would respond, but then he was addressed by the Barabel. 

 

His own eyes half looked between him and the floor as he pondered upon such a thrust of trust. It was made clear that he was trusted, yet the command given to him was not fully one he expected. The Core? Surely he would have handed that over to Slaughter. Pilon didn't know why he was being given that amount of trust for the Core, or if it was a subtle slap at him, to be more focused on developing the next generation versus being the hunter of the Sith. He wondered how much more action the Core would even see, know that Coruscant and others had been broken. Rebuilding things and patrolling would be the most excitement he would see, and he knew it. But like always, he was made to serve. He slowly nodded his own head and then looked up at Vangar. "At your command, sir."

[Beck Pilon]

Beck stood stirring his caf, which was black and held nothing in it to be stirred, yet that's just what he did as he looked up through a window at the outline shape of his ship, Fiat Lux. There was a lot given to him in the recent meeting. Nothing outside of what was expected, yet still enough to have him lost in thoughts. Captain Isiah walked up to him and observed the scene for a moment before letting out a rather loud cough to get the attention of his Admiral. The inhale of his own breath was what stood out to him the most as he turned to look at the man before him. There was a quick salute, but the longtime Captain did not wait for the return salute before dropping it and moving forward. "Sorry to interrupt sir. Most of the crew has now been shuffled around to let each one take a good six hours on planet. In the midst of everything... command has offered up a promotion..." The slow reveal told him that the man was hesitant to accept it. He wondered for a moment if the loyal officer held reservations due to fear of backlash. He had hoped that he wouldn't give that off to his men. 

 

"Isiah, you're a good man. A strong commander and one who has learned everything you could from me. It is time for you to take on something more. Push yourself beyond what you know. It would be foolish to not take a promotion of any kind. I wish you well." He extended his hand to offer a handshake to Isiah, to which the younger man accepted it. "Thank you sir. They gave me a command in advance field intelligence." A slight smile came to Beck at the thought. Isiah was always good at intelligence, which may be why they offered it up to him. "I'm glad they saw you were the one keeping me up to date. I'm not sure who or even how I could selected anyone to replace you."

 

"Well sir.. that's a second thing I wanted to report to you. Lieutenant Lilla Rurn has officially transferred from the Rebel Alliance over to the Imperial navy. Made a special request to join your crew..." That was good news for him. The girl was bold and willing to follow her gut, a trait not common amongst the current officers within the Imperial Navy. But under his new orders, such a request to join his crew would prove to be something different entirely than what she may have been expecting. "I will have to arrange a time to meet with her then. Thank you for your service Isiah, may whatever you believe in help you in your next position." Beck then offered up a salute to his now former second in command deck officer. Once the man returned it, he gave him a firm handshake before watching Isiah turn and left the Admiral alone to his thoughts. Beck took a sip of his caf as he stared at the direction Isiah left for a good three minutes before he returned to looking up at the sky again. Things were indeed about to change. 

[Beck Pilon]

Beck stood on top the ramp of the Heaven's Taint, his own personal ship as he awaited the final few crew members joining his team. Some were new troopers wanting a fresh area of service, while others were pilots, random officers transferring for one reason or another. He didn't much care at the moment. He was far more interested in what they would prove to him, if anything at all. Some even were medical personnel, they always brought with them massive amount of supplies that took up way too much room in the cargo hold. He did his best to offer up a smile to each one as they walked up the ramp, offering a handshake and a friendly word. It felt very much on the political side, to which he hated. 

 

But of course there was Lieutenant Lilla Rurn. The young lady who made a strong impression upon him during the battle of Nar Shaddaa. She wasn't even originally within the Imperial Navy at the time, but made the transfer after the battle. His former right hand command officer Isiah made him aware of her transfer after he himself transferred over to a new division. As she made it to the top of the ramp, she gave him a salute and awaited his return salute. "Permission to speak freely?" "Granted." She dropped her only carry on bag. "Not many who came onboard the ship gave you any signal that you were their commanding officer?" She had pointed out something that he hated. Maybe this new assignment would indeed work out in his favor. He looked into the main hold for a brief second before turning back towards her. 

 

"Unfortunately you are correct. Too many feel the navy is something that it's not. A chance to be showboating, to make their own unique mark. Revamping the Naval academy may be the best thing to happen in a long while." He turned and looked at the main hold again, at everyone who was about to join his command closer to the Core worlds. "I'm going to need someone who can help whip everyone back into shape, to bring a standard back to the Imperial Navy." He looked now at Lilla with piercing eyes. "You think you can handle that?"

 

The girl simply nodded her head and picked her bag back up and walked into the main hold. "ATTENTION! Admiral Beck Pilon is on the deck!" He couldn't help but smile as he closed the ramp door and began to make his way towards the front where his seat was located. As he walked through the hold, many stood at the ready, now keeping their eyes on both him and Lilla, who was giving glaring eyes at everyone to make sure they stood until he released them to relax. Once he got to his own seat, he turned and gave a salute to them. "Take a seat and strap in. You're all about to voyage to the Core, where we will be rebuilding much of what has been lost. The Naval Academy is the priority. But on top of that, individual excellence is also key in rebuilding. Remember what it means to be an officer in the Imperial Navy, and the standards you were taught. They do not disappear because most of what we once had has been lost. But because we lost it makes it all the more important to keep it."

 

He looked around slowly at everyone before turning towards the pilots of his ship. "Take us to the Fiat Lux. From there, we all head home to Anaxes."