Post by 10Tickler on Aug 30, 2011 18:16:16 GMT -5
Republic Military High Command
Within the Senate's massive Architecture, a series of offices are dedicated to Military matters. The High Commanders, Grand Admirals and Other Staff serving here have earned the position. Here is where the Senate Subcommittees on the Military are briefed, as well as the Chancellor, on matters dealing with the Issues that the Military faces on a large scale. Here too, the Vast Military of the Republic plans it's operations, orders sent and requests received daily.
In a smallish office, tucked away behind all of the important people, The Special Operations Division handles Missions and requirements of the Highest secrecy and tactical requirements. It is here that some of the most legendary missions ever whispered about in Soldiers pubs were planned. Some failures, some Successes. These men know all about the Luck of the Draw, and that sometimes...the cards hold fates beyond even the knowledge of the vaunted Jedi.
"I don't care what Intelligence says, this isn't a mission that one squad could carry out" came the voice through the doors of SpecOps command, denoted by the simple symbol that stood, embossed on the glass. "This is tantamount to an invasion of an independent planet, and one or two ships won't suffice for such a mission. Especially not if the Enemy presence is as strong as Intelligence suggests!" the voice rang out again, metallic in nature.
It was probably routed through the Holonet, the Soldier thought, wishing that he didn't have to think about it, that the sounds were more muffled. Apparently, however, security didn't matter as much as they preached out on the field, not here at least. While it was true that few people without Security Clearance ever even came into this part of the Senate building, it was still something that the Man would rather not think about.
Thinking back to his classes, he remembered something from history. At one point, the Military's High Command Center had been in a separate building, yet as tensions rose in the galaxy, Senators became targets, making it a better idea, security-wise, to have the offices attached to the Senate building. It made it easier for the General Officers and Command Staff to Coordinate as well, sending out orders quicker, easier and with greater efficiency.
There were, still, some things that couldn't be put out over the holonet, especially not while slicers and intelligence agents were getting better and better, with more and more advanced equipment. Which was why he had been summoned here. Nearly six foot tall, with broad shoulders and muscles that looked as though they could open a can of food just by squeezing it, Second Lieutenant Damien Meesha looked completely serious, although his Clothing made him look a bit funny. He never had been the type for Dress Whites.
Still, this was important, something that couldn't be done over Holonet, which meant that it was probably something at least at the level of Secret, if not higher. Damien had clearance, due to mission parameters, up to Top Secret, but his clearance had rarely been needed. In fact, he could only remember one time, and that was when he had been ordered to Capture a Rogue-he still couldn't think of her as a traitor for some reason- and had managed to somehow get into a conversation with the commander of a group of Sith Soldiers. That involvement had made the entire mission Top Secret, and as far as he knew, his debriefing itself was actually compartmented.
Damien could hear the conversation inside of the office coming to an end, and standing, he prepared to knock. When he had heard the final farewells broadcast, he moved to the front of the door, delivering three sharp raps to the frame. Before him, the door opened, slowly, allowing him to step inside. Sitting at the desk, a Colonel watched his entrance with a mildly amused look on his face.
"Welcome Lieutenant, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long?" the Colonel asked Damien, a smug look crossing his face as he indicated to the seat across from him, dismissing any sort of military Formality. "No Sir" Damien replied, simply. "Am I right to assume this meeting is about Deployment?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for the Senior Officer's reply. Pulling his Glasses off, the Officer simply nodded a little. "Your Unit hasn't been seeing much action recently, and unfortunately, that needs to change. You remember the Ascension, correct?" he probed, knowing the answer full well.
With a Nod in reply, Damien's face grew even more serious, if that was at all possible. "Yes sir" he added, vocalizing the affirmative.
"Good" was what the Soldier got in reply. "It's been docked in Kuat for Refitting and repairs. You will be in command of your old Squad, as well as two others, The 842nd and the 901st. The Two new units have completed training and have been assigned to Kuat to Guard the port. The 782nd will be leaving tomorrow at 0700 hours...dismissed"
Standing and nodding, not saluting, as he was technically a part of the navy, Damien turned, his movements sharp and crisp, taking the File that the Secretary outside the door handed him. The folder contained the assignment details, and marching orders for each member of his Squads. As the Officer in charge, it would be his duty to distribute them appropriately. A few more steps, and he was away from the Spec Ops HQ, and was outside of the senate in under fifteen minutes. It was time to go to work.
Within the Senate's massive Architecture, a series of offices are dedicated to Military matters. The High Commanders, Grand Admirals and Other Staff serving here have earned the position. Here is where the Senate Subcommittees on the Military are briefed, as well as the Chancellor, on matters dealing with the Issues that the Military faces on a large scale. Here too, the Vast Military of the Republic plans it's operations, orders sent and requests received daily.
In a smallish office, tucked away behind all of the important people, The Special Operations Division handles Missions and requirements of the Highest secrecy and tactical requirements. It is here that some of the most legendary missions ever whispered about in Soldiers pubs were planned. Some failures, some Successes. These men know all about the Luck of the Draw, and that sometimes...the cards hold fates beyond even the knowledge of the vaunted Jedi.
"I don't care what Intelligence says, this isn't a mission that one squad could carry out" came the voice through the doors of SpecOps command, denoted by the simple symbol that stood, embossed on the glass. "This is tantamount to an invasion of an independent planet, and one or two ships won't suffice for such a mission. Especially not if the Enemy presence is as strong as Intelligence suggests!" the voice rang out again, metallic in nature.
It was probably routed through the Holonet, the Soldier thought, wishing that he didn't have to think about it, that the sounds were more muffled. Apparently, however, security didn't matter as much as they preached out on the field, not here at least. While it was true that few people without Security Clearance ever even came into this part of the Senate building, it was still something that the Man would rather not think about.
Thinking back to his classes, he remembered something from history. At one point, the Military's High Command Center had been in a separate building, yet as tensions rose in the galaxy, Senators became targets, making it a better idea, security-wise, to have the offices attached to the Senate building. It made it easier for the General Officers and Command Staff to Coordinate as well, sending out orders quicker, easier and with greater efficiency.
There were, still, some things that couldn't be put out over the holonet, especially not while slicers and intelligence agents were getting better and better, with more and more advanced equipment. Which was why he had been summoned here. Nearly six foot tall, with broad shoulders and muscles that looked as though they could open a can of food just by squeezing it, Second Lieutenant Damien Meesha looked completely serious, although his Clothing made him look a bit funny. He never had been the type for Dress Whites.
Still, this was important, something that couldn't be done over Holonet, which meant that it was probably something at least at the level of Secret, if not higher. Damien had clearance, due to mission parameters, up to Top Secret, but his clearance had rarely been needed. In fact, he could only remember one time, and that was when he had been ordered to Capture a Rogue-he still couldn't think of her as a traitor for some reason- and had managed to somehow get into a conversation with the commander of a group of Sith Soldiers. That involvement had made the entire mission Top Secret, and as far as he knew, his debriefing itself was actually compartmented.
Damien could hear the conversation inside of the office coming to an end, and standing, he prepared to knock. When he had heard the final farewells broadcast, he moved to the front of the door, delivering three sharp raps to the frame. Before him, the door opened, slowly, allowing him to step inside. Sitting at the desk, a Colonel watched his entrance with a mildly amused look on his face.
"Welcome Lieutenant, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long?" the Colonel asked Damien, a smug look crossing his face as he indicated to the seat across from him, dismissing any sort of military Formality. "No Sir" Damien replied, simply. "Am I right to assume this meeting is about Deployment?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for the Senior Officer's reply. Pulling his Glasses off, the Officer simply nodded a little. "Your Unit hasn't been seeing much action recently, and unfortunately, that needs to change. You remember the Ascension, correct?" he probed, knowing the answer full well.
With a Nod in reply, Damien's face grew even more serious, if that was at all possible. "Yes sir" he added, vocalizing the affirmative.
"Good" was what the Soldier got in reply. "It's been docked in Kuat for Refitting and repairs. You will be in command of your old Squad, as well as two others, The 842nd and the 901st. The Two new units have completed training and have been assigned to Kuat to Guard the port. The 782nd will be leaving tomorrow at 0700 hours...dismissed"
Standing and nodding, not saluting, as he was technically a part of the navy, Damien turned, his movements sharp and crisp, taking the File that the Secretary outside the door handed him. The folder contained the assignment details, and marching orders for each member of his Squads. As the Officer in charge, it would be his duty to distribute them appropriately. A few more steps, and he was away from the Spec Ops HQ, and was outside of the senate in under fifteen minutes. It was time to go to work.