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Post by Harukei on May 4, 2019 18:36:32 GMT -5
Saul stood alone in the midst of one of the observation rooms of the Anenke. His eyes felt heavy, tiredness pressing them to close shut, his body arguing that sleep was needed. But no soft bed, no warmth of a lover, nothing stupor of liquor could force him to sleep. His mind moved too fast as his tired eyes moved back to the datapad held between his hands. The constant beep being his only company alongside the soft sound of the atmosphere processor within the observation room as information was constantly updated. More ships were coming, more bodies to be put before them and the Republic, more guns to keep them even at bay. As his eyes shifted from the green screen of the datapad to the slow drifting ships in formation he wondered it would be enough.
This had to be the greatest muster of ships and military assets since the Mandalorian Wars. There were almost as many ships as during the cataclysmic battle at Malachor V, more advanced designs than during the days of that era. But he wondered if all sailors, pilots and soldiers from both the Republic and the Sith Empire had the zeal that the warrior that followed up Revan did. There was not a single enemy to slay for the Archeri where more akin to a force of nature. There was no belief that clashed with them but the simple assimilation into a 'great song' whatever that was. He did not dwell on that much, for he would leave the philosophical pondering to the Jedi mystics, the only thing he could do was what he was best at.
His eyes looked again at the datapad and he paced reading through the assorted messages that he had received from several line captains and battlegroup commanders. He read the readiness report of his own vessel and the situation with every weapon, every mechanical part of hydraulic and even the readiness of his crew. A dark shadow swoop in and he shifted his eyes once more, looking at the overwhelming profile of the Flame as it flew, silently, the red paint of its hull turning a dark maroon in the darkness of space as it readied itself to its ready position and he wondered how strange it would be to command a battle from a ship he had set foot only a handful of times. It was a pretty ship, no doubt of that. But it would not be the same as if he was in the Anenke.
Deciding not to dwell in the future his eyes rested once again into his battle plan, part of his fleet set up as a picket force that would harass the enemy so they would be funneled through the rings of Bothawui as several units remained hidden to strike as the Acheri passed, battlegroups remained with operation flexibility to engage and strike but also back up to the last defensive line, but also the disposition of the security forces within his ships. The Acheri would engage them ship to ship, but also try to board. All non-essentials corridors were sealed and barricaded, security teams were set to guard bulkheads and fortify the bridge, firing control and engineering sections. All non-essential personal were moved to aid as extra gunners to carry more munition or as back ups as battle droids were activated to aid in the defense.
His recommendations had been sent to the Imperial Commanders, whether they took them or not, was beyond his hands. A part of him wished that they did not and so infighting would cause damage on the long run. But the realistic part of him considered unwise to wish that. He would worry about the enemies of tomorrow when the time came. The Admiral sighed at last and rubbed his eyes as he put his datapad away and his hands found his grandfather's woshyr wood pipe and studied it intently as he had many times before.
"Regulations be damned..."
This had to be the greatest muster of ships and military assets since the Mandalorian Wars. There were almost as many ships as during the cataclysmic battle at Malachor V, more advanced designs than during the days of that era. But he wondered if all sailors, pilots and soldiers from both the Republic and the Sith Empire had the zeal that the warrior that followed up Revan did. There was not a single enemy to slay for the Archeri where more akin to a force of nature. There was no belief that clashed with them but the simple assimilation into a 'great song' whatever that was. He did not dwell on that much, for he would leave the philosophical pondering to the Jedi mystics, the only thing he could do was what he was best at.
His eyes looked again at the datapad and he paced reading through the assorted messages that he had received from several line captains and battlegroup commanders. He read the readiness report of his own vessel and the situation with every weapon, every mechanical part of hydraulic and even the readiness of his crew. A dark shadow swoop in and he shifted his eyes once more, looking at the overwhelming profile of the Flame as it flew, silently, the red paint of its hull turning a dark maroon in the darkness of space as it readied itself to its ready position and he wondered how strange it would be to command a battle from a ship he had set foot only a handful of times. It was a pretty ship, no doubt of that. But it would not be the same as if he was in the Anenke.
Deciding not to dwell in the future his eyes rested once again into his battle plan, part of his fleet set up as a picket force that would harass the enemy so they would be funneled through the rings of Bothawui as several units remained hidden to strike as the Acheri passed, battlegroups remained with operation flexibility to engage and strike but also back up to the last defensive line, but also the disposition of the security forces within his ships. The Acheri would engage them ship to ship, but also try to board. All non-essentials corridors were sealed and barricaded, security teams were set to guard bulkheads and fortify the bridge, firing control and engineering sections. All non-essential personal were moved to aid as extra gunners to carry more munition or as back ups as battle droids were activated to aid in the defense.
His recommendations had been sent to the Imperial Commanders, whether they took them or not, was beyond his hands. A part of him wished that they did not and so infighting would cause damage on the long run. But the realistic part of him considered unwise to wish that. He would worry about the enemies of tomorrow when the time came. The Admiral sighed at last and rubbed his eyes as he put his datapad away and his hands found his grandfather's woshyr wood pipe and studied it intently as he had many times before.
"Regulations be damned..."
