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far_far_away2020-10-10 07:50 pm
empires_finest) wrote in far_far_away2020-10-10 07:50 pm
For the Empire
Who: Gilad Pellaeon and YOU
Where: See Prompts
When: Post Thrawn Campaign, end of the Vong War
What: Whatever prompts you to meet with the major player in the Remnant, and eventually its Supreme Commander. Have something you want? Message and we'll set up a top-level.
Warnings: Will add as needed
Prompt A - Bastion
He hated having an office. It smacked of becoming a useless politician. But it couldn't be helped. He had an entire fleet to care for now, and the entirety of the Remnant to protect. Sometimes you just had to sit down and do the paperwork, hateful though it was. Much of it was just signing things. Initialing others. He was fairly certain he could get a stamp for that, if he just asked the right way.
But that smacked of not doing his duty. And he'd been part of Imperial service long enough to be leery of anything that made it even slightly easy for plotting to occur. So he sighed, and re-dedicated himself to reading through a report on simplifying the delivery of foodstuffs to outlying commands.
He almost preferred combat.
Prompt B - An Imperial-class Star Destroyer
He stood near the bridge windows, watching a trio of Scimitar assault bombers carry out training maneuvers off the arrow-shaped bow of the Star Destroyer Partizan. He had great doubts about the validity of what they were about to do. Theoretically, according to the officials, this would inaugurate the Imperial III-class Star Destroyer. Quite frankly, it seemed much ado about nothing. The changes being proposed, to his mind, didn't warrant all the ridiculous pageantry that was being created for it.
Of course, half of it was propaganda. The perception, supposedly, was that the Star Destroyers were ageing, and this was a renovation of a 'classic' form. It made him, a man who remembered full well when they were brand-new, feel every single year of his age. But as far as he was concerned, these were common-sense improvements. And the reality was far more mundane, in any event. It could all be summed up as stripping out the now-empty spaces where, once upon a time, planetary assault forces would have been kept. The space now allowed re-alignment to install backup shield generators, a few more turbolaser stations, and - theoretically - an extra squadron of fighters.
Hardly worth the mountain of excited communiques and notices put out over it. But he would see it tested, and he would see what this supposed 'secret' improvement could do.
He sighed, looking at the absurdly young bridge crew around him. Not enough, that much was certain - it wouldn't be enough.
Where: See Prompts
When: Post Thrawn Campaign, end of the Vong War
What: Whatever prompts you to meet with the major player in the Remnant, and eventually its Supreme Commander. Have something you want? Message and we'll set up a top-level.
Warnings: Will add as needed
Prompt A - Bastion
He hated having an office. It smacked of becoming a useless politician. But it couldn't be helped. He had an entire fleet to care for now, and the entirety of the Remnant to protect. Sometimes you just had to sit down and do the paperwork, hateful though it was. Much of it was just signing things. Initialing others. He was fairly certain he could get a stamp for that, if he just asked the right way.
But that smacked of not doing his duty. And he'd been part of Imperial service long enough to be leery of anything that made it even slightly easy for plotting to occur. So he sighed, and re-dedicated himself to reading through a report on simplifying the delivery of foodstuffs to outlying commands.
He almost preferred combat.
Prompt B - An Imperial-class Star Destroyer
He stood near the bridge windows, watching a trio of Scimitar assault bombers carry out training maneuvers off the arrow-shaped bow of the Star Destroyer Partizan. He had great doubts about the validity of what they were about to do. Theoretically, according to the officials, this would inaugurate the Imperial III-class Star Destroyer. Quite frankly, it seemed much ado about nothing. The changes being proposed, to his mind, didn't warrant all the ridiculous pageantry that was being created for it.
Of course, half of it was propaganda. The perception, supposedly, was that the Star Destroyers were ageing, and this was a renovation of a 'classic' form. It made him, a man who remembered full well when they were brand-new, feel every single year of his age. But as far as he was concerned, these were common-sense improvements. And the reality was far more mundane, in any event. It could all be summed up as stripping out the now-empty spaces where, once upon a time, planetary assault forces would have been kept. The space now allowed re-alignment to install backup shield generators, a few more turbolaser stations, and - theoretically - an extra squadron of fighters.
Hardly worth the mountain of excited communiques and notices put out over it. But he would see it tested, and he would see what this supposed 'secret' improvement could do.
He sighed, looking at the absurdly young bridge crew around him. Not enough, that much was certain - it wouldn't be enough.
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But there are bigger problems now.
And - Remnant, Republic, former Knight of Ren - they're in it together.
"Very well." Ben nods solemnly. The Supreme Commander's right - there's no time to waste. The Vong won't be wasting time. "I'll be on my way to the ship, then."
He's flown that Silencer long enough to have a sense of its strengths and weaknesses in a dogfight.
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It wouldn't be there, of course, but he'd not blurt out actual operational material that easily.
"We're going to do some damage to the Vong rear areas, send a little message about what it means to challenge the Empire. They're too used to fighting the Republic - we have a window of opportunity. And we're sending our little message with an SSD task group."
In the old days, this might not have meant that much - these days, with perhaps three such ships still available in the entire Remnant, it meant a lot.
"I will be commanding in person."
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While Ap'lek the Hidden was the Knights' official strategist, with the job of sizing up possible targets and researching the kind of resistance they'd meet, Kylo had the job of maintaining discipline and leading the group into battle.
Training young Imperials in two weeks can't be harder than reining in the likes of Vicrul the Reaper, who liked to play with his food, and Trudgen the Hunter, who was known for taking personal "souvenirs" from victims he deemed worthy prey.
"Hitting them while they're busy with the Republic." Raids are what Ben's used to, and what he's best at. Striking an opponent hard and fast. This assignment could play to his strengths as a pilot.
That's what he did as a Knight - and now the old skills are aimed at a more deserving target.
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But they needed that old brand of fire-eater, now more than ever. If this one could put some of that fire into his pilots...the risk was worth it.
"The Empire maintains the Deep Core routes. We can shift resources faster than the Republic." They had less of them, but you took the strategic advantages you could. "It also means the Vong can't effectively predict where we can strike. And, indeed, they'll be busy with another enemy. And while they are, we ravage and mine their supply lines."
The stealth mines aren't as good as Thrawn's cloaked mines - but there are a lot more of them. An SSD used to have space for multiple garrisons to be deployed during a campaign - it was staggering how many proton mines could be stored in them for deployment.
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The Vong invasion took him by surprise, though, and not only because he had distanced himself from the larger galaxy.
"Good. So we'll both do damage and hit their supply route." Ben knows that control of supplies is a key tool to outmaneuvering an enemy and winning a war. Hitting the Vong in their resources is something he can do, and it's oddly appropriate that a former pirate is participating in the raid.
The more Ben hears of what he's being asked to do, the more he feels that this is familiar territory with a new enemy. There are tactics that are useful no matter who you're fighting, and choking off resources and supply lines is one of them.
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"Have them ready in time," he repeated, simply. "Otherwise we'll be short one Star Destroyer not ready for action."
He leaves unsaid that this would be an issue.