Session 1 OOC - Scene 1 - The opening crawl fades away...
Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2018 2:35 amAnd the camera pans down, as a Gladiator-class Star Destroyer, looking ravaged by time and countless battles, drifts through the void, a dead world beneath it. The camera quickly zooms in, as a pair of TIE/ln starfighters scream by, buzzing the command tower of the vessel. Lights flicker from the command port, as Admiral Verlasso looks out. Her blonde hair hangs loose from her head, as she looks over a datapad. The admiral's lips purse, and then she releases a sigh. Another daily report, another set of facts she already knew.
The ship was short on supplies. Her portion of the fleet that had escaped with her from Jakku had dwindled down. And now, it was reaching a critical time. Only her "flagship", a pair of Raider-class corvettes, and a few supply ships were left. Attrition of manpower was another problem. What she had could barely pass as a skeleton crew, but they had loyalty. Loyalty to the cause, to the order and justice that the Empire meant. Which is why they kept fighting, in the Outer Rim, trying to garner more support.
Damn her, that Sloane. We could have continued the fight here... She turned smartly on her heel, walking over the banks of consoles that housed bridge personnel. Making her way to the door to the ready room. It was time for the command meeting. The door hissed open, before sliding shut behind her. The ready room was still smartly appointed, and her command staff all stood around the holo-reader.
"No news. Reports show we are in the same position as we have been the past few weeks." She spoke up, looking to the men and women gathered. In the corner, a masked feminine figure stood. Her features hidden behind the same mask that all Inquisitors wore. It was by luck they had encountered her on one of their raids against a Rebel base near Ord Mantel. There was something about having a legacy of Vader on board that seemed to at least boost morale.
Or keep discipline in order.
Her XO, Commander Alain Strathmore, a man in his late thirties, was the first to speak up. "We need to find our own base of operations, and soon, Admiral. If I may be so bold..." He brought up a starchart, focusing on their location, and the surrounding systems. "Perhaps we should take a playbook from the Rebel Scum. Strike from a hidden base, with which we may consolidate our forces..." His bright, green eyes seemed to reflect the light from the holoprojector, while aides began looking through their starlogs.
"Of course, Commander. Desperate times, call for desperate measures." Her accent, Chandrilan Imperial, was clipped as she spoke, also looking over the data. The masked figure stepped forwards, tapping a long, gloved finger on the console. A planet was selected, verdant and showing signs of various climate zones.
"Here." The voice was distorted by the mask, as she turned to point at the planet chosen. "Something is there. Something that can aid us. And it is far enough from any major trade routes that the Rebels, with their illegitimate government, would not be able to react so quickly. They are struggling to keep the bureaucracy running. Amedda may have surrendered, but without the career Imperials, they've had a difficult time establishing the same level of communication that the Galaxy had before. We should use that to our advantage, Admiral." The masked figure looked to Verlasso. "The Force is strong here..."
Verlasso herself didn't really believe in it. Cheap tricks the Jedi had claimed, but the Inquisitor had been a boon before, whether through intuition, or dumb luck. "It is an attractive world. What is it called." She asked, without looking down.
Strathmore brought up the information. "Noventa..."
The ship was short on supplies. Her portion of the fleet that had escaped with her from Jakku had dwindled down. And now, it was reaching a critical time. Only her "flagship", a pair of Raider-class corvettes, and a few supply ships were left. Attrition of manpower was another problem. What she had could barely pass as a skeleton crew, but they had loyalty. Loyalty to the cause, to the order and justice that the Empire meant. Which is why they kept fighting, in the Outer Rim, trying to garner more support.
Damn her, that Sloane. We could have continued the fight here... She turned smartly on her heel, walking over the banks of consoles that housed bridge personnel. Making her way to the door to the ready room. It was time for the command meeting. The door hissed open, before sliding shut behind her. The ready room was still smartly appointed, and her command staff all stood around the holo-reader.
"No news. Reports show we are in the same position as we have been the past few weeks." She spoke up, looking to the men and women gathered. In the corner, a masked feminine figure stood. Her features hidden behind the same mask that all Inquisitors wore. It was by luck they had encountered her on one of their raids against a Rebel base near Ord Mantel. There was something about having a legacy of Vader on board that seemed to at least boost morale.
Or keep discipline in order.
Her XO, Commander Alain Strathmore, a man in his late thirties, was the first to speak up. "We need to find our own base of operations, and soon, Admiral. If I may be so bold..." He brought up a starchart, focusing on their location, and the surrounding systems. "Perhaps we should take a playbook from the Rebel Scum. Strike from a hidden base, with which we may consolidate our forces..." His bright, green eyes seemed to reflect the light from the holoprojector, while aides began looking through their starlogs.
"Of course, Commander. Desperate times, call for desperate measures." Her accent, Chandrilan Imperial, was clipped as she spoke, also looking over the data. The masked figure stepped forwards, tapping a long, gloved finger on the console. A planet was selected, verdant and showing signs of various climate zones.
"Here." The voice was distorted by the mask, as she turned to point at the planet chosen. "Something is there. Something that can aid us. And it is far enough from any major trade routes that the Rebels, with their illegitimate government, would not be able to react so quickly. They are struggling to keep the bureaucracy running. Amedda may have surrendered, but without the career Imperials, they've had a difficult time establishing the same level of communication that the Galaxy had before. We should use that to our advantage, Admiral." The masked figure looked to Verlasso. "The Force is strong here..."
Verlasso herself didn't really believe in it. Cheap tricks the Jedi had claimed, but the Inquisitor had been a boon before, whether through intuition, or dumb luck. "It is an attractive world. What is it called." She asked, without looking down.
Strathmore brought up the information. "Noventa..."
