Abregado-rae,
Several Days Ago
“What have you found?” The Intelligence man asked, stepping gingerly over the rubble of the one of the building’s luxurious archways (since collapsed) and glancing around the room. It was a mess – as was to be expected after the riots that had brought the gates down. But how civilized people could create such disarray! It was (to the Intelligence man) utterly unthinkable.
Biting back a curse to the aliens, he looked at the two other men in the room. “Well?” He said. “What have you found?”
The two men were frightened of the man in the black trench coat. And He knew it, and revelled in it. Imperial Intelligence was a shadowy branch of the New Order, always present and yet never seen. Save when it chose to show itself. Most of the various planetary Governors and leaders had no idea the aide or confidant at their side was in fact a member of the Intelligence Division, keeping a careful eye over the dealings of those officials.
Imperial Intelligence, more than any branch of the Empire (in their minds, at least) were responsible for maintaining the security and stability of the New Order. After all, how could an Empire stand without its interior supports?
“It’s been hard to find anything.” One of the men said. “The crowds did a good number of the complex.”
The Intelligence man frowned slightly. He wanted to tell this lowly man that obviously, the crowds had done a ‘good number’ on the complex. He wanted to take the man and shake him until he shut up, and then throw him against the wall. But that would be to apparent. To unrestrained for a member of Imperial Intelligence.
“Just show me what it is you’ve found.” He said, lowering his voice so that there was no doubt it was an order, and he was not amused. The other man nodded, fumbling with several datacards until he produced the right one.
“We just finished slicing it this afternoon.” He said, his eyes brightening. “It was a pretty tough encrypt, but we managed to break it and get most of the data out intact.”
“What is it?” The Intelligence man asked, taking the card and inspecting it closely. The Slicer smiled broadly, his face (pale, from sitting in front of computer terminals for years running) smiled broadly.
“Locations.” He said. “Of all the Coalition’s major bases. Including some the High Command doesn’t know about.”
Without another word, the Intelligence man pocketed the datacard and left the room. The Slicers, left alone with their work, soon forgot him. They were content simply to sit in front of their terminals and attempt to attain more information from the records left on Abregado-rae.
ASD Nirvana, Undisclosed Location
Several Hours Ago
“It is true, then?” She asked, her eyes glittering.
“Yes, Admiral. One of our probes confirmed it an hour ago.”
“Very well. The plans have already been laid. You may proceed when ready.”
The hologram nodded, and disappeared.
ASD Zen, Hyperspace
Several Minutes Ago
Commodore Koban tried to relax. The ship – the Star Destroyer Zen – was hurtling through hyperspace, its destination a little-known world on the edge of the Corellian sector. He hadn’t even known there was a planet there, until the call had come through from Command.
And now here he was, flying towards some God-forsaken planet with a fleet in tow, to take it or destroy it.
How quickly the tides change. He mused, and thought it might be something philosophical.
Then the proximity alarms went off, alerting the crew that there only a minute out from their target. The Empire was prepared – there was no doubt about that. The only question was how prepared their enemy would be.
“Reversion successful, Commodore.” The Helmsman reported as the ship stopped shuddering and became positively quiet. “Initial sensor scans reveals the planet to be where it’s supposed to be.”
Well, that was good at least. They were in the right place.
“Defences?” The Commodore asked, bringing his TAC around and activating it.
“None, as of yet. But we’re reading three facilities of forty kilometres of greater in orbit, and shadows for at least two more.” Those would be the shipyards. Where the terrorists built their terror weapons.
“Jam all communications.” He ordered. “Shields to full, launch fighters as ready and bring the shields back up as soon as they’re clear.”
The fleet was moving forward, the Shrouds aligned in sentry formation and cloaked. Weapons were activated. The fleet was ready for combat.
“Keep your eyes open.” The Commodore ordered. “We might yet meet something.”
(OOC Manifest)
Archangel Class Star Destroyer Zen
Imperator Mk. II Class Star Destroyer Righteous Fury
<font size=1>With 72 TIE Defenders</font>
Imperator Mk. II Class Star Destroyer Katana
<font size=1>With 72 TIE Defenders</font>
Imperator Mk. II Class Star Destroyer Divine Secret
<font size=1>With 72 TIE Defenders</font>
Attack Class Carrier Sphere Intimidator
<font size=1>With 660 TIE Devils</font>
12 Shroud Class Attack Cruisers
Several Days Ago
“What have you found?” The Intelligence man asked, stepping gingerly over the rubble of the one of the building’s luxurious archways (since collapsed) and glancing around the room. It was a mess – as was to be expected after the riots that had brought the gates down. But how civilized people could create such disarray! It was (to the Intelligence man) utterly unthinkable.
Biting back a curse to the aliens, he looked at the two other men in the room. “Well?” He said. “What have you found?”
The two men were frightened of the man in the black trench coat. And He knew it, and revelled in it. Imperial Intelligence was a shadowy branch of the New Order, always present and yet never seen. Save when it chose to show itself. Most of the various planetary Governors and leaders had no idea the aide or confidant at their side was in fact a member of the Intelligence Division, keeping a careful eye over the dealings of those officials.
Imperial Intelligence, more than any branch of the Empire (in their minds, at least) were responsible for maintaining the security and stability of the New Order. After all, how could an Empire stand without its interior supports?
“It’s been hard to find anything.” One of the men said. “The crowds did a good number of the complex.”
The Intelligence man frowned slightly. He wanted to tell this lowly man that obviously, the crowds had done a ‘good number’ on the complex. He wanted to take the man and shake him until he shut up, and then throw him against the wall. But that would be to apparent. To unrestrained for a member of Imperial Intelligence.
“Just show me what it is you’ve found.” He said, lowering his voice so that there was no doubt it was an order, and he was not amused. The other man nodded, fumbling with several datacards until he produced the right one.
“We just finished slicing it this afternoon.” He said, his eyes brightening. “It was a pretty tough encrypt, but we managed to break it and get most of the data out intact.”
“What is it?” The Intelligence man asked, taking the card and inspecting it closely. The Slicer smiled broadly, his face (pale, from sitting in front of computer terminals for years running) smiled broadly.
“Locations.” He said. “Of all the Coalition’s major bases. Including some the High Command doesn’t know about.”
Without another word, the Intelligence man pocketed the datacard and left the room. The Slicers, left alone with their work, soon forgot him. They were content simply to sit in front of their terminals and attempt to attain more information from the records left on Abregado-rae.
ASD Nirvana, Undisclosed Location
Several Hours Ago
“It is true, then?” She asked, her eyes glittering.
“Yes, Admiral. One of our probes confirmed it an hour ago.”
“Very well. The plans have already been laid. You may proceed when ready.”
The hologram nodded, and disappeared.
ASD Zen, Hyperspace
Several Minutes Ago
Commodore Koban tried to relax. The ship – the Star Destroyer Zen – was hurtling through hyperspace, its destination a little-known world on the edge of the Corellian sector. He hadn’t even known there was a planet there, until the call had come through from Command.
And now here he was, flying towards some God-forsaken planet with a fleet in tow, to take it or destroy it.
How quickly the tides change. He mused, and thought it might be something philosophical.
Then the proximity alarms went off, alerting the crew that there only a minute out from their target. The Empire was prepared – there was no doubt about that. The only question was how prepared their enemy would be.
“Reversion successful, Commodore.” The Helmsman reported as the ship stopped shuddering and became positively quiet. “Initial sensor scans reveals the planet to be where it’s supposed to be.”
Well, that was good at least. They were in the right place.
“Defences?” The Commodore asked, bringing his TAC around and activating it.
“None, as of yet. But we’re reading three facilities of forty kilometres of greater in orbit, and shadows for at least two more.” Those would be the shipyards. Where the terrorists built their terror weapons.
“Jam all communications.” He ordered. “Shields to full, launch fighters as ready and bring the shields back up as soon as they’re clear.”
The fleet was moving forward, the Shrouds aligned in sentry formation and cloaked. Weapons were activated. The fleet was ready for combat.
“Keep your eyes open.” The Commodore ordered. “We might yet meet something.”
(OOC Manifest)
Archangel Class Star Destroyer Zen
Imperator Mk. II Class Star Destroyer Righteous Fury
<font size=1>With 72 TIE Defenders</font>
Imperator Mk. II Class Star Destroyer Katana
<font size=1>With 72 TIE Defenders</font>
Imperator Mk. II Class Star Destroyer Divine Secret
<font size=1>With 72 TIE Defenders</font>
Attack Class Carrier Sphere Intimidator
<font size=1>With 660 TIE Devils</font>
12 Shroud Class Attack Cruisers
