<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Joe better not have started without me...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
Many thoughts of different sizes, shapes and forms were passing through the head of Teak Mandune at that moment, but this particular one stood out above all the rest as being something to deal with quickly, as it required immediate attention. The battle-hardened Vice-Admiral had been in his quarters when the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Tyrant<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> had dropped out of hyperspace, and was now moving as quickly as dignity allowed him towards the awaiting bridge. Obviously, <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> someone<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> had forgotten to awaken him as to their current position when the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Tyrant<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> had departed the wormhole-like surroundings of hyperspace, from it's starting point of Sluis Van where Chimera Fleet had been based before receiving orders for this mission. The orders had come quite startlingly, he thought, from Emperor Fearsons himself. Not only was this highly unusual, an Emperor ordering his fleets around personally, but the specific orders to depart immediately had unfortunately come in the middle of the night, thus the reason Vice-Admiral Mandune had been sleeping in his quarters for the duration of the hyperspace trip.
Perhaps it was the Emperor's way of making a new ally feel welcome? After all, this was Chimera Fleet's first operation under the wing of The Rogue Empire. No, this was probably going to be the first, and only, time that orders were sent directly from his Lordship. Still, it was strange...
"...sir," a timid voice crept around the corner Teak had just turned, reaching his ears before he changed pace again down yet another of the Star Destroyer's many corridors. Hesitating, he moved first his head, and then his whole body in an about-turn to see who had called his name. Looking up at him from a small distance away was a scrawny man, obviously in his early twenties or late teens, wearing the standard uniform and carrying a datapad in his left hand, which hung hesitantly in a mid-air offering to the Vice.
"Yes?" Teak replied, after taking in the details of the mans youthful face, which accompanied a set of oddly timeworn eyes.
"Uhh, this is for you, sir," the man answered his Vice, bringing his arm up quickly and handing the datapad to Teak before taking a step backward and seeming to cower in the Vice's presence. Teak glanced at the man again for a brief second until his gaze fell upon the lump of dull metal resting in his palm.
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Tyrant internal messenger service: Bridge to Vice-Admiral Mandune...
Vice, we have exited hyperspace, and are currently engaging enemy ships. Your presence is requested on the bridge.
I regret that this message could not reach you sooner, but due to the haste at which we were forced to depart Sluis Van, internal comm system repairs that were scheduled had to be postponed. Once again I apologise.
Capt. Veilding<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
After reading the message, Teak looked again at the crewman before him. Now he realised the purpose for his fear. Inability to reach the Vice before he left his quarters, thus a partial failure of the assignment. Teak new the feeling could be hard for new recruits, as he had, like everyone else, been one at some point in time. No time for that kind of thought now, though. He would have to console the messenger later, if at all. It seemed that the Admiral had already started, and Teak did not wish to miss any more of the "fun".
Assuming the messenger, another glance at which revealed his nametag to read Lt. Bjork, had come from the bridge, as that was where the message had originated from, the Vice instructed Bjork to accompany him to their common destination. Without comment, the Lieutenant fell silently into step behind Teak, who made fast headway towards the bridge. In a matter of moments, they had arrived.
Teak stepped silently out onto the bridge, observing from the entrance all that was happening, and successfully managing to remain anonymous among the controlled chaos that had ensued from the brief but rewarding encounter with <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Emancipator<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->. There were obviously minimal casualties, and the Admiral seemed to have handled the situation well, as always.
From his vantage point in the corridor opening, the Vice was able to survey the happenings on the bridge. He looked first to the comm officer, who was busy communicating orders to the rest of the fleet. From there Teak's eyes shifted to the tactical officer, who was currently occupied and seemingly happy with relaying statistics of the minor encounter to Captain Veilding, who was in turn standing just behind the man, staring over his shoulder. Coming up behind the Captain, Teak saw Lt. Bjork, datapad in hand, moving swiftly across the bridge he called home. There was a brief transaction between the Lieutenant and the Captain, before Veilding looked up and over the bridge to where Teak had positioned himself in the doorway. Swiftly dismissing the tactical officer as yet another technicality, Captain Veilding started marching smartly across the bridge to greet the Vice. Teak, in turn, left his observing spot and walked forward towards the Captain. They met, exchanged salutes, and Veilding wasted no time at bringing the Vice up to speed on the current progression of battle.
When Veilding had finished his minority briefing, Teak dismissed him much as he had done the tactical officer, and strode to the viewport where Admiral Schmoe stood, hands clasped tightly behind his back, eyes fixed firmly on the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Emancipator<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->.
"Sir," it was the Vice's turn to initiate the salute. Admiral Schmoe returned it as he turned to face Teak, a smile bracing his lips upon seeing his friend.
"Dispense with the pleasantries, Teak, we've got a war to win," the Admiral's reply was swift and to the point.
"Sirs!" the comm officer called to the Admiral and his Vice, "Incoming transmission from Emperor Fearsons."
"Put it through."
Many thoughts of different sizes, shapes and forms were passing through the head of Teak Mandune at that moment, but this particular one stood out above all the rest as being something to deal with quickly, as it required immediate attention. The battle-hardened Vice-Admiral had been in his quarters when the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Tyrant<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> had dropped out of hyperspace, and was now moving as quickly as dignity allowed him towards the awaiting bridge. Obviously, <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> someone<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> had forgotten to awaken him as to their current position when the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Tyrant<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> had departed the wormhole-like surroundings of hyperspace, from it's starting point of Sluis Van where Chimera Fleet had been based before receiving orders for this mission. The orders had come quite startlingly, he thought, from Emperor Fearsons himself. Not only was this highly unusual, an Emperor ordering his fleets around personally, but the specific orders to depart immediately had unfortunately come in the middle of the night, thus the reason Vice-Admiral Mandune had been sleeping in his quarters for the duration of the hyperspace trip.
Perhaps it was the Emperor's way of making a new ally feel welcome? After all, this was Chimera Fleet's first operation under the wing of The Rogue Empire. No, this was probably going to be the first, and only, time that orders were sent directly from his Lordship. Still, it was strange...
"...sir," a timid voice crept around the corner Teak had just turned, reaching his ears before he changed pace again down yet another of the Star Destroyer's many corridors. Hesitating, he moved first his head, and then his whole body in an about-turn to see who had called his name. Looking up at him from a small distance away was a scrawny man, obviously in his early twenties or late teens, wearing the standard uniform and carrying a datapad in his left hand, which hung hesitantly in a mid-air offering to the Vice.
"Yes?" Teak replied, after taking in the details of the mans youthful face, which accompanied a set of oddly timeworn eyes.
"Uhh, this is for you, sir," the man answered his Vice, bringing his arm up quickly and handing the datapad to Teak before taking a step backward and seeming to cower in the Vice's presence. Teak glanced at the man again for a brief second until his gaze fell upon the lump of dull metal resting in his palm.
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Tyrant internal messenger service: Bridge to Vice-Admiral Mandune...
Vice, we have exited hyperspace, and are currently engaging enemy ships. Your presence is requested on the bridge.
I regret that this message could not reach you sooner, but due to the haste at which we were forced to depart Sluis Van, internal comm system repairs that were scheduled had to be postponed. Once again I apologise.
Capt. Veilding<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
After reading the message, Teak looked again at the crewman before him. Now he realised the purpose for his fear. Inability to reach the Vice before he left his quarters, thus a partial failure of the assignment. Teak new the feeling could be hard for new recruits, as he had, like everyone else, been one at some point in time. No time for that kind of thought now, though. He would have to console the messenger later, if at all. It seemed that the Admiral had already started, and Teak did not wish to miss any more of the "fun".
Assuming the messenger, another glance at which revealed his nametag to read Lt. Bjork, had come from the bridge, as that was where the message had originated from, the Vice instructed Bjork to accompany him to their common destination. Without comment, the Lieutenant fell silently into step behind Teak, who made fast headway towards the bridge. In a matter of moments, they had arrived.
Teak stepped silently out onto the bridge, observing from the entrance all that was happening, and successfully managing to remain anonymous among the controlled chaos that had ensued from the brief but rewarding encounter with <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Emancipator<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->. There were obviously minimal casualties, and the Admiral seemed to have handled the situation well, as always.
From his vantage point in the corridor opening, the Vice was able to survey the happenings on the bridge. He looked first to the comm officer, who was busy communicating orders to the rest of the fleet. From there Teak's eyes shifted to the tactical officer, who was currently occupied and seemingly happy with relaying statistics of the minor encounter to Captain Veilding, who was in turn standing just behind the man, staring over his shoulder. Coming up behind the Captain, Teak saw Lt. Bjork, datapad in hand, moving swiftly across the bridge he called home. There was a brief transaction between the Lieutenant and the Captain, before Veilding looked up and over the bridge to where Teak had positioned himself in the doorway. Swiftly dismissing the tactical officer as yet another technicality, Captain Veilding started marching smartly across the bridge to greet the Vice. Teak, in turn, left his observing spot and walked forward towards the Captain. They met, exchanged salutes, and Veilding wasted no time at bringing the Vice up to speed on the current progression of battle.
When Veilding had finished his minority briefing, Teak dismissed him much as he had done the tactical officer, and strode to the viewport where Admiral Schmoe stood, hands clasped tightly behind his back, eyes fixed firmly on the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Emancipator<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->.
"Sir," it was the Vice's turn to initiate the salute. Admiral Schmoe returned it as he turned to face Teak, a smile bracing his lips upon seeing his friend.
"Dispense with the pleasantries, Teak, we've got a war to win," the Admiral's reply was swift and to the point.
"Sirs!" the comm officer called to the Admiral and his Vice, "Incoming transmission from Emperor Fearsons."
"Put it through."