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Post by Regnier on Oct 19, 2008 2:31:06 GMT -5
"Do you want the good news or the bad news first, Ma'am?"
Pace raised her face from the command console she was slumped against and stared tiredly at her secretary, her facial expression far more than enough to tell even the most inept that she hadn't slept in at least four days. Or was it five? "You have good news?"
Livayyin nodded. As she set a datapad in front of the brigadier. "Yes, Ma'am. The shipment of advanced armor for our Special Forces units just came in and is being distributed as we speak."
Syn nodded slowly. Her old unit was among the best the Republic had to offer on the best occasion. She'd doubled their training standards. With the addition of new, better armor, and the amount of modification they'd done to their weaponry, most of which they'd bought themselves anyways, the TRA forces stationed at Mon Calamari were no longer impressive at what they did. They were terrifying. And they also griped a lot more about it. "Good. That should make them happy. What's the bad news, Qatya?"
The Lieutenant set another datapad in front of Pace. "In buying said armor, your funds are now completely empty, Ma'am. Literally."
Syn's eye twitched slightly as she continued to stare blankly at the other woman, before dropping her face back into the console audibly. "So much for retiring before I hit a hundred and five." The Lieutenant grinned.
In the past eight months, Pace had instituted combat and physical training regimens throughout her entire command equal to that of most basic Special Forces. If you couldn't keep up, you were pushed until you could, no exceptions. Not even her or her personal staff were exempt from her slave-driving. Even the Mon Calamarians had managed to put up a sizable defense of their own, though she'd refrained from running them through Hell and back as she had with her own men. She had a distinct feeling that the council wouldn't appreciate the level of abuse required very much.
Every city, every major installation, and most of the minor ones had received quite an upgrade in terms of defenses, Coral City being a prime example. You couldn't tell if the ground control didn't want you to, but the city was now bristling with AA turrets. The Mon Cals had also pumped out a fair few more ships than they'd had, nearly doubling their numbers since she'd first arrived on the planet.
Pace herself had laid meticulous plans on a planetary defense, preparing for as many eventualities as possible with what she had.
But it wasn't enough. It still wasn't enough, because no matter how damn good your men were, overwhelming numbers did still count for something, and it wouldn't be that hard to vastly outnumber what few ground forces she had. Coruscant was still denying them any more forces, as well, which left her with a grim outlook on her ability to hold the planet if an invasion got past Nedra.
She hoped the Commodore was having more luck with his part of the defense. At least she could still bellow orders louder than anyone else on the planet.
"Livayyin! More caf! And find Demont! And would someone please give me an update on Commodore Nedra? Come on, people, do I have to do everything around here myself?!"
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Post by Ardenator on Oct 19, 2008 14:47:49 GMT -5
"Well, perhaps not everything."
Nedra poked his head around the door-frame, winking at the tired-looking General. He walked in, helping himself to a seat across from his counter-part.
"Forgive me for not keeping you informed until now. I've been running back and forth between Onderon and Mon Calamari for weeks. But now all is settled. This morning the delegations from Onderon and Mon Calamari signed non-aggression pact and supportive Alliance. Onderon will now send assistance whenever Mon Calamari is in a time of need, food, supplies, weapons and armor, and of course, their military." He grinned.
"And that's not all. Another part of the alliance states that companies based on one of the planet's is free to operate at their leisure in another. Therefore, my company, OmniCorp, is going to set up shop here en masse. We've purchased huge tracts of land on the planet's moon, where we will set up factories, mines, shipyards, and of course, defensive installations. We'll be setting up a regional headquarters and various other facilities on the planet's surface, making Mon Calamari our largest center of operations in this part of the galaxy. That warrants defensive measures, fifteen orbital defense platforms, five orbital cannons, and one full garrison, paid for by myself and OmniCorp, to be exact. OmniCorp's 600 warship security fleet will be at our disposal, as well; it is composed of 100 Hammerhead-2's, 200 Hammerhead-1's, and 300 Gn-2's. Added to our forces, Commodore Xalor's, who has recently arrived in-system, and the Mon Calamari, I believe we are set to hold Mon Calamari for a long time."
He sat back, gazing around the room. "Shall be break out a bottle of wine?"
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Post by Regnier on Oct 20, 2008 4:48:02 GMT -5
Pace winced as she leaned back, straightening her spine with a few audible pops. She turned to face the Commodore, listening patiently as he spoke, and memorizing every detail. So, it was finally official. Onderon was now probably a more reliable ally to Mon Calamari than the Senate. "Nedra, if I wasn't the kind of person that would berate my command for that kind of fraternization among the ranks, I'd kiss you. You just made my day, my friend. You may also have restored my faith in the Navy. Maybe." She chuckled quietly. She could still hardly believe her luck in getting Nedra. There was really only so much she'd been able to do on her own, and she was more than pleased with what he'd been able to bring to the planet.
She nodded as he began explaining the OmniCorp angle and turned to the command console, pressing a few buttons. She stopped as she found herself staring at a cup of some steaming black liquid. She turned and glanced around the room, only to spot Livayyin standing at a data terminal on the opposite end of the room. Pace blinked and shook her head, returning her attention to the console. She pressed a few more keys and a holographic projection came up before her for a half-second, sputtered, and died. She kicked the side of the console roughly, and the holo came back up, show a detailed list of all available defensive and offensive units available. She entered a new field, labeled OmniCorp, as she listened, filling it with the units and numbers Nedra listed. She pressed a few keys, and the field fell into the background, the numbers being automatically calculated into the total available forces.
She leaned back and looked it over, bringing the cup to her mouth. She sniffed it warily, made a face, and downed it. "Don't tell Qatya, but you've just become my new best friend. And you just turned this planet into something we actually have a solid chance of holding if it comes down to it." Now it was her turn to grin, a rare occurrence, even recently. "Certainly is about time to celebrate, isn't it? But, I've just been informed by my assistant that I'm now officially flat-ass broke. So it's coming from your paycheck, Commodore. Unless you feel like stealing a bottle from Kossik; I hear she's got pretty good taste."
"Yeah, but she'd kill you for it, rank or no, Ma'am." First Sergeant Kreenig said flatly as he came through the door. The Devaronian saluted both the seated officers as he stopped, turning his attention to the Naval officer. "Jusht thought I should warn you, Shir, Lieutenant Demont'sh headed thish way, hash shome crazy idea in her head for you or shomething. Shomething that involvesh me getting hurt, probably."
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Post by Ardenator on Oct 20, 2008 15:31:06 GMT -5
"Crazy idea, eh?" Nedra turned back to the General, smiling. "Well, I'm always glad to hear one of those. And if she's one of yours, General, then it probably won't be half bad. But until she arrives, I've a few crazy ideas of my own."
He stood, pointing at the holoprojector. "I'm not only confident we can hold Mon Calamari with these forces, I'm confident we can hold it with less. The defenses will only be growing as OmniCorp settles in and tools up the industry here."
He caught the General's eye, preparing to deliver a bombshell. "I'm no longer concerned so much about defense. Now I'm switching focus to offense. I made a promise to the people of Dantooine: That I would return." He let that sink in a moment before continuing on.
"I want to retake Dantooine, General, and I believe we can do it. There's only one problem: we're not officially in a state of war with the Sith Empire. In fact, officially, we're far from it. If I were to assault with forces waving the Republic flag I would be promptly removed from command and taken to High Command for a Court Marshall. However, there is no such barrier barring me from leading an OmniCorp task force as President and CEO; especially if large tracts of OmniCorp land were seized by the Sith without proper reparation, which, according to now official documents, was exactly what happened."
He looked back to the holoprojector. "I believe that less than half of the original Sith invasion fleet remains above Dantooine. If that is true, then it is a battle we can win. The Sith conquered a Republic world and got away with it through legal technicality. We shall do the same."
He turned a devilish smile on the General. "However, if you are to lead the ground assault, you're going to have to become an OmniCorp employee. Are you sure you can handle an exponentially higher salary?" He gave her a little wink, and waited for his response. He felt his heart pounding; he always got excited when creating battle plans, almost as excited as during the actual battle itself. He loved the feeling, he lived for it.
Maybe Synyri would get that feeling, too.
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Oct 21, 2008 17:06:23 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Oct 21, 2008 17:06:23 GMT -5
”First Lieutenant Miliana Demont is one of four Rapid Response Rescue and Assault LT’s on the planet, which ties her for the second highest ranking TRA here. She also runs my personal protection detail; you met her when you first landed, I believe.” Pace leaned forward and nodded slowly. ”I’m listening.”
The brigadier leaned back in her seat as she listened carefully, soaking in every one of the Commodore’s words, her mind turning over his idea. It was a little on the crazy side, sure…but Synyri Pace had done plenty of crazy things in her career, a fair few of which had been backed by less logic than Nedra’s plan. She’d always tried to never do anything she wasn’t sure about, but sometimes you couldn’t always do that, especially when you commanded several thousand men who were relying on you to figure it the hell out. Nedra had some good points, as well. The Senate couldn’t legally do anything to stop a private company from protecting its own interests. Of course, there were always the underhanded methods of galactic politics to be concerned about, but she’d been doing this for nearly nineteen years, and being burned by a back-alley deal for taking back what was rightfully the Republic’s was no worse a fate in her mind than retiring in thirty years as a Brigadier General on some back-water planet, which was exactly where she was sure she’d end up. People like her didn’t tend to go far in her line of work. She was too…soldierly for most people’s tastes.
Her expression remained neutral as the commodore finished, though everyone in the room could easily hear the rather loud, and particularly overjoyed, Devaronese exclamation from behind a date terminal. Nearly all eyes in the room, including Pace’s, focused on the red-skinned humanoid. He grinned. Syn turned back towards the man opposite her. ”Commodore, you just offered me a pay-raise, a chance to get off water-world for awhile, the opportunity to kill sith, and a day to fight. Take a close look at my file, Nedra, and you’ll realize pretty quickly that I didn’t take this job to sit on my haunches for all eternity and watch from the nosebleeds. I’m still a soldier; fighting is what I do.” She leaned forward and held Nedra’s gaze. There was a fire in her eyes, an intensity that hadn’t burned as fiercely as it did now in years. ”I had friends on Dantooine, Nedra, and a fair few of them never left that planet. I’d take your offer, even if I knew I’d be stripped of my command and court-marshaled for it, and you just offered me a way to do it legally. So where do I sign up?”
In what seemed like only four leaps of his long legs, Kreenig bounded over a data terminal, a railing, four steps, and another terminal, landing a few feet behind Pace with a thud. He straightened himself. ”Ma’am, Shir, all due reshpect, and I think I shpeak for Demont, Vadd, Kosshik, and Liv in shying thish…but the Brig’sh not going anywhere without ush. I’ll pack myshelf in a box half my shize and shtow away if I have to.”
”Loyal to a fault, and just as crazy…he’d do it, too, even if he had to find someone to compact all that length in there and then pry him out afterwards.”
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Post by Ardenator on Oct 21, 2008 23:56:00 GMT -5
Nedra looked first at Synyri, then at Kreenig, grinning. "All right. Republic law states that members of the Military can still fulfill their duties in the private sector, but only when they are off-duty. So it's going to be late nights and weekends for all of us. I assume you won't mind." He silently let out a sigh of relief, and was surprised that he'd been holding it that whole time. He usually didn't hinge his plans on the judgment of others, but he really respected the General, and her support mattered.
Soon, OmniCorp would arrive, and they would take the battle back to the Sith.
Then his promise would be fulfilled.
"All right then. My Security Executive will be coming with the OmniCorp fleet, once he's here, we'll fill out all the paperwork and get things ironed out. Welcome aboard, I'm sure it'll be a pleasure working with you both."
He pointed at Mon Calamari on the holoprojector. "We'll wait to strike until the company has settled here and built all it's facilities. Once that is done, we will be able to use Mon Calamari as a base and staging area from which we can strike at the Sith Empire. If we move out immediately and are forced back to Mon Calamari without a sufficient infrastructure in place, all our plans, offensive and defensive, may fall apart. So we won't be attacking yet. Until then, we can focus on building up more defenses, expanding the planet's economy, and creating the infrastructure needed to further our goals."
He looked around. "So where is that Lieutenant? I think I'm ready to hear her plan now, General."
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Post by Regnier on Oct 23, 2008 19:27:28 GMT -5
”Nedra, I don’t sleep anyways. I taught myself a long time ago how to get through a month with only an hour a day. Of course, back then I was running amok through jungles and bushes and dodging blaster bolts, not paperwork and politicians. Truth be told, I miss the blasters. At least they were straight-forward in trying to kill you.” Syn grimaced and shook her head. ”Point is, I’ve been doing late nights and weekends for the better part of my career, for one reason or another. Boot-camp, to officer training, to Kuat, to Mandalore, to Onderon, to here. At least now I’ll be pulling them for something other than the same stuff I’ve been doing for the better part of the past year. I have plenty of people that can do that for me.”
The Devaronian and Pace exchanged a glance. The red-skinned devil bared his razor-edged teeth in an impish grin. ”Pleashure, Shir?”
”Only if you’re a masochist. Don’t let the face fool you, he may be personable now, but he’s certifiably out of his mind. Few better to have in a fight, though. Just don’t step onto a training mat with him, if you like having your bones remain in their natural positions.”
Pace nodded. No point in rushing into it. She’d put far too much into this planet to lose it if they failed. She may have been a soldier at heart, but even a good grunt learned how to be patient if they wanted to survive. ”Agreed. We wait. I’ve survived this long on this ball of water, I can wait awhile longer. I’m not worried about growing gills just yet. Turn this place into a fortress first, then go crack a few skulls.” She leaned forward and set her chin on her knuckles, staring at a small section of blank wall behind the commodore in contemplation. ”Of course, if I’m going to be taking anyone into battle, I’ll most certainly need to know first-hand what they’re capable of…”
As if on cue, a very non-descript and average-sized woman in simple civilian attire carrying a datapad slipped through the door, wandered over towards the command console, stood ramrod straight as she pulled her heels together, and snapped her hand stiffly to her brow. Pace simply waved her off, nodded, and waited. She knew Demont would never break protocol when speaking to an officer she wasn’t personally familiar with. Not even Nedra. She’d wait for both their consent before she went ahead, or she’d wait for all eternity.
”First Lieutenant Miliana Demont, Rapid Response Rescue and Assault First Platoon, Delta Company, Second Battalion, Third Infantry Regiment, First Brigade, Six-Hundred and Twenty-First Infantry Division, requesting permission to speak freely, Sir.”
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Post by Ardenator on Oct 25, 2008 13:50:36 GMT -5
Nedra smiled. "Very good, I'm glad we're on the same page then."
He turned as a woman entered the room, coming to attention and strictly adhering to protocol in his presence. He shook his head, sighing. "Come on now, Demont, you have permission to speak, and you know it. I'm not a fan of protocol, so there's no need to adhere to it like industrial adhesive when in my presence. Please dispense of the formalities and get to the damn point."
(sorry it's short, didn't have a whole lot to say lol)
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Post by Regnier on Oct 26, 2008 0:30:19 GMT -5
The Lieutenant's hand snapped back down to her side. "Yessir." Bringing up the datapad she held, Demont leaned over Pace and plugged it into a receptacle on the side of the console. "'Scuse me, boss."
Straightening herself, she waited as a holograph began forming in the center of the console. "A few of us spec ops got to talking about how much we hated dropships. Nearly gotten me killed one more than one occasion. Had an idea, and had a talk with a few engineers and a couple guys in R&D." As the details began to fill in, it showed the wire-frame an oddly-shaped, blade-like object surrounded by numbers and statistics.
"Now, as the thing says, this is about as rough a draft as you can get. Basically, it's modeled after an escape pod, only it would be used for offensive purposes. Drop a commando squad in full kit in these things and launch 'em from orbit. The thrusters keep you on course, so you land where you want to, the stabilizers make sure you hit upright, and the main repulsors kick in once you get pretty low so you don't make a crater. Theoretically, you land just hard enough to bury the point deep enough so the thing'll stay upright, you pop the hatch, and just like that, you've got a squad on the ground in a couple minutes, where you want them, not where its safe to set a dropship down. Put a little armor on it in case something hits it on the way down, and a stealth generator so they wont even see the damn things comin' if they look real hard." She tilted her head slightly and shrugged. From her perspective, it was a hell of an improvement to riding down from an orbiting frigate with eleven other fully equipped commandos in a tin can that was actually only designed to fit twelve short, naked people who didn't like leg or arm room while praying none of those AD towers pinned your ass to the proverbial wall. "Now, sure, it's got a fair amount of kinks in it. For one, you put all that on it, it'll cost enough to make a req officer cry if you make more than a handful at a time, if the thrusters fail, you could land on your head, or on something really hard, or if the repulsors fail, you could do anything from shatter a few bones to leave a really big hole in the ground and turn yourself into goo."
"On the other hand, being in a dropship for a hot drop ish more dangeroush than mosht people admit. Losht a lot of good friendsh to thoshe thingsh, an' I've been shot down more than once myshelf. If R&D shaysh they can make it, I'd shure ash hell rather ushe it than a dropship."
"Kreenig, you grappled a Nexu because R&D said that bioelectric emitter would incapacitate it before it had been field-tested."
The Devaronian leaned back in the chair he had perched himself in and gave Pace a badly-feigned look of offense. "Hey, give me shome credit, that wash a headhunter, and I wash the field-tesht!"
Demont shook her head a few times. "Point is, Sir, the boys at Research wanted me to talk to a naval officer before they started really looking at this. These things'll be useless without the Navy, after all, and you've always seemed like a pretty smart man. I'm a grunt, always have been, and I can pretty safely speak for most of the other spec ops guys out here in what they'll think of this, so I wanted to know what your perspective on this would be, Sir."
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Post by Ardenator on Oct 26, 2008 22:39:43 GMT -5
He stared at the hologram intensely, walking around the projector a few times as the woman spoke. His mind began to work as he soaked the data in. He had had extensive education in engineering and physics; he had had to in order to someday inherit OmniCorp. In fact, his original career plan had been that of an Aeronautical Engineer.
"Yeah... we can change the shape of it, make it a little less rounded and more wedge-shaped, with more weight in the point. That way it'll naturally point downward, and will fall much more stable. A more efficient power-generator and an anti-concussion field generator will help prevent accidents, as well as better connections between subsystems. I want repulsor and thruster types increased by one order of magnitude, also. It'll need to be structured to handle much higher speeds. The big potential pro for this idea would be getting to LZ extremely quickly, too quickly to possibly be shot down by AA guns. It'll need to be able to handle the stress of such high speeds. "
He turned to the woman. "How will these be deployed? Do we kick them out of the hanger, or would they be placed in launch tubes, much like escape pods? I'd prefer the escape-pod style idea, it would free up space in my hangars for up to an entire extra squadron of starfighters for each ship if my math is right. As for funding, we'll try to get High Command to dish out as much as possible. OmniCorp will pick up the rest of the tab."
He thought a moment. "In fact, we could probably make a bid for private development of this technology. That's the way the Republic often does it, anyway. OmniCorp won't charge much, I'll only ask for the rights to use the technology on OmniCorp ships, as well. That way we can begin joint Republic-OmniCorp development here on Mon Calamari immediately. I'd like this technology implemented before we make any moves against the Sith Empire. Think that can be done?"
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Post by Regnier on Oct 27, 2008 17:15:02 GMT -5
Demont nodded slowly as she followed the commodore's ideas. Without even looking at the Devaronian, she nudged him slightly and held out a hand. He sighed, muttered something in his native tongue, reached into a pouch on his belt, and handed her a small pad filled with intricate drawings, many of which appeared to be models for the various tattoos lining his skin, and a writing implement. She immediately started writing, copying Nedra's words. "I'm sure the techies will appreciate the input. Especially this early on; most of the ones I know hate being given new ideas like those when they're half-way through something."
"As for deployment...well, there was a lot of speculation and ideas about that. They were still bouncing things off each-other when I left. Sounded like they'd ruled out just shoving 'em out the side, from the hangars, pretty quick, though. Too many cons. Had a few other crazy and impractical ideas, too, but I was kind of leaning towards firing them like escape pods, myself." The Lieutenant stopped writing and looked at the holograph, her mind turning over a few details. She narrowed he eyes. "Hmm..."
Pace picked up the thought. She already knew where Demont was headed. "Of course, the problem with that is unless we jury-rig something on the outside of a ship, or modify your ships themselves, we'd have to convert escape pod tubes for these, and while these are smaller than a cap's pods, so we could probably strap a couple together and stuff them in one tube, then have them separate afterwards, we'd still be taking away from your total pods. I'd rather not have to put your crews at risk like that if I can help it."
Kreenig cocked his head to the side slightly as something in his backwardly-wired head clicked. "Could convert one of thoshe old flying boomersh to pack 'em."
"A missile boat? Huh. Could...actually work. Get one of the bigger models that haven't really been used in awhile, convert the missile pods to hold these. High Command saw fit to give us a half-dozen of those when we first got out here, didn't they?" Pace nodded. They were good enough ships, and packed a lot of firepower, but they just weren't built for prolonged combat, and had never really taken off in the fleets. "Have the Mon Cals strap better shields and bigger drives on 'em, and just have 'em drop from behind a couple frigates, cut, and run like hell."
Pace nodded, a glint flickering in her eyes as she turned to face Nedra. "Tell you what, OmniCorp makes that bid, and I'll make sure it goes through. I may not have any friends in High Command, or money, or favors left to call in for more troops or ships...but the people who really decide who pays for and who builds this stuff owe me big time. Well, him, specifically." She said, motioning Kreenig with a nod.
He chuckled and grinned. "Heh, I remember that...that wash fun. Gotta love experimentsh gone wrong."
"Thought for sure you were gonna be a dead devil once that thing got hold of you..."
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Post by Ardenator on Oct 27, 2008 18:33:09 GMT -5
Nedra nodded. That idea seemed fine. It'd be a great way to utilize a resource they already had, that was always good. The Commodore enjoyed efficiency.
"The sacrifice of escape pods would be unacceptable. My thought was to build new deployment tubes into the capital ships. It would take some reorganization of the compartments, but it'd be doable. That would take some time in dry drock, however. Although that wouldn't be a problem since it's going to be a while before we make our move anyway."
"If we bring those ships up to higher technological standards, then I think both plans are a go ahead. Give them the green light, and lets make sure it's a usable idea by the time we're in orbit over Dantooine."
He turned to the General and smiled. "Oh, don't worry about that bid. We could make it..." He glanced at his chrono, "right about now..."
He grinned as distant alarms could be heard within the compound, signaling the arrival in-system of a large military fleet. No doubt sensor officers would be going crazy right about now. He opened a channel on his communicator to his XO, Captain Derna. He began speaking, both to him and to the General. "No worries here, that's the OmniCorp Security Fleet, along with the ships that are going to be setting up the Mon Calamari Regional Headquarters. Clear a path for them, ok?"
"With pleasure, sir," beeped his comm.
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Post by Regnier on Oct 28, 2008 19:02:40 GMT -5
”More options the better, in my opinion. Safer that way. Well, I’ll go let the boys and girls in R&D know what’s up, if you’ll excuse me…Ma’am, Sir.” She threw a salute out, which Pace returned, and tore off the sheet of paper she’d been taking notes on. Kreenig stiffened.
”Hey!”
Demont glanced at him sideways, noticing he was pointing at the sheet. She turned it over, finally noticing the remarkably intricate drawing on the other side, which was now missing part of the end. ”Oops…my bad.” She shrugged, barely refraining from laughing, and handed him back everything but the sheet, before starting for the door. The Devaronian muttered a few things in his native tongue.
”I wash gonna ushe that one, too.”
Pace raised an eyebrow as her ears picked up the familiar sounds of alarms from within the headquarters building, but she simply nodded as Nedra spoke. Perfect timing. She turned and looked at someone across the room. ”Liv! You catch that?” Her personal aid nodded from the terminal she was sitting at. ”Spread the word, would you?”
Again, the woman nodded silently before returning to her terminal. ”Livayyin to Planetary Control, copy? Direct line from Brigadier Pace, incoming naval force is OmniCorp private security, friendly, say again, friendly. Do not engage. Stand down and transmit necessary landing information when requested.”
”Ooo, I love private shector guysh.”
”Because nobody’s had a chance to warn them about you yet?”
”Dead on, Ma’am.”
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Post by Ardenator on Nov 8, 2008 15:16:24 GMT -5
He stood back, watching the people outside the office rush around in preparation for the incoming OmniCorp fleet. There wasn't much more for him to do right now, except wait for his executive the arrive with his full report. Until then, he'd wait.
Half an hour later, a tall man in expensive business attire was standing in front of General Pace's desk. He was a regal-looking man; indeed he was part of the Onderon Royal House. Nedra spoke up. "Aniri Palo, he will be overseeing all OmniCorp operations in this sector. Aniri, this is Brigadier General Pace. She commands the Mon Calamari Defense Forces, and will be working closely with us."
He stepped back to allow the two to meet each other. Aniri was a good man; smart, loyal, and reliable. He would make sure things got done right on Mon Calamari. As soon as the pleasantries were dispensed with, they would get to work on setting up shop on the water-world.
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Dec 16, 2008 18:10:39 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Dec 16, 2008 18:10:39 GMT -5
"Mister Palo." Pace said as she nodded at the man before her. He definitely had an air about him, that was for sure...and he sure as hell outclassed Pace. Republic high command she may have been, but, at heart, she was still a slummer, a street-kid with big boots. Really big boots. "A pleasure to meet you, and I'm sure it'll be all mine in short order."
"You alwaysh shay that, Ma'am."
"Be sure to ignore my little red friend with the horns." Sucking in a breath, she focused on the man again. "Well, the more you get to know me, the more you'll realize how much I hate wasting time. What do you say we get straight to business and get you and your people set up?"
((That...was pathetic. >_<))
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Dec 16, 2008 20:03:09 GMT -5
Post by Ardenator on Dec 16, 2008 20:03:09 GMT -5
Aniri nodded. "A pleasure to meet you, General Pace. I agree, the faster we can begin operations, the better. Here is my report, Commodore." He handed Nedra a small datapad.
The Commodore looked over it a moment, and nodded. "All seems to be in order, though I'll have to go through it in more detail later. Come, I've already got everything clear with the Mon Calamari, and I've already transmitted the building plans to you. We'll require more hands than you brought along with the fleet, and we already have native workers standing by to fill up those gaps. Everything is set, we just have to oversee building operations. I'll leave the beginnings of that to you, Aniri."
He turned to the General, grinning slyly. "Well, Security Director Pace, you ready to examine the your new command?"
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Dec 21, 2008 7:23:39 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Dec 21, 2008 7:23:39 GMT -5
Syn smirked. A man after her own heart. Efficiency was an admirable trait in her book, and being able to be quick about it was even better. ”You’ll do pretty well around here with that attitude. Just don’t burn out on me. Too many years of doing this crap at peak efficiency makes you look like me.”
Kreenig grimaced and shuddered. Turning, he started for the console he’d originally come from, muttering something about needing to take a few days off. Glancing sideways after him, she shrugged. ”Too much to do for one lifetime, and only a handful of hours in a day; why waste ‘em on sleep?” Chuckling softly, she turned back to Nedra and winked casually. ”Hell yes, my friend. Hell yes. Or, would that be boss, now? Sergeant, pack it up!”
A pair of horns popped up from over a half-wall. ”Yesh Ma’am! Hmm…hash anybody sheen my shotgun? Could have shworn I left it right here…oh, wait, never-mind. I remember where it ish. Falshe alarm!” The red devil leaned his lanky frame around a corner and waved the oddball energy weapon around triumphantly.
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Dec 24, 2008 6:01:17 GMT -5
Post by Ardenator on Dec 24, 2008 6:01:17 GMT -5
Nedra smiled. "Well, let's get to it, then."
He led the way out the doorway and down the hall. Entering the turbolift, he keyed in the command to take them to the rooftop landing zone. They emerged onto the roof, and Nedra turned towards the sky.
It seemed as if Mon Calamari were under attack. Hundreds of ships were coming down through the upper atmosphere, dotting the sky all around them. Orange and Purple could be discerned on the closest ones: the colors of OmniCorp. Nedra strode towards the waiting OmniCorp shuttle with a smile, motioning for the others to follow.
They boarded the shuttle, and flew upwards, opposite of the incoming ships. Soon they broke into black space, headed straight for an imposing gathering of Hammerheads and Gunships. They angled for one in particular: a large Hammerhead Mark 2 painted black, orange, and purple, trimmed in gold.
"The Defiant," Nedra breathed, "the pride of OmniCorp. Most technologically advanced ship in the Galaxy. The rest of the fleet is much like it. Everything is generations ahead of its time; the pride and joy of our R&D department. Multi-layered, super-conducting shields, multi-layered composite armored hulls, Maser and Megamaser cannons replacing lasers and turbolasers. The technology gives each blast great amounts of kinetic, heat, and electrical energy. It is especially useful against metal armor, which one comes up against a lot in space combat. We also have experimental Disruptor cannons on board, which basically take disruptor technology to capital-ship level. Unimaginably powerful, but slow firing and very taxing on our power generators. Advanced Heavy Proton Rocket launchers finish her complement. Sensors, navigation, jammers, sensor shields, they are all much stronger, efficient, and streamlined. Reorganization of interior compartments in a more efficient manner have cut down energy costs, improved power output, and created space for more starfighters, all of which have had similar technological improvements. Engines, thrusters, and hyperdrives are all top-of-the-line, far better than any ship to date. All of the technology is very new, still experimental, and untested, however."
He turned to pace and winked. "We'll see how it pans out. I have a good feeling about it, though."
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Post by Regnier on Dec 24, 2008 21:56:05 GMT -5
"That'sh...one hell of a ship..."
"Indeed it is. Strap all that on the Mon Cal R&D's pride and joy, and you'd have something I'd never want to pick a fight with. Maybe I can convince them to let you see the thing before they launch it. As it is, I'd be more than a little hesitant standing up to something like that."
Pace stared at the ship through a porthole. Sometimes, private companies irritated her. The big ones always had the best tech. They were starting to make the Republic Armed Forces look bad. Not that they didn't do that already, but...
"Damn, Nedra, but I'm starting to think you're better equipped than the Republic. I'm starting to like our chances a little more with everything I see. Hell, if your grunts can at least trained to my standards, I'll be more than happy. I look forward to seeing what they're capable of...and if I need to sharpen them." Truth be told, she enjoyed pushing people to her standards. Expect a lot, and don't settle for a penny less.
Kreenig shook his head as he moved back to a seat. There were very few things in the life the Devaronian was afraid of; Brigadier General Synyri Pace was one of them. "With all due reshpect, Ma'am, you're the mosht shadishtic commander I've ever sherved under."
"Why do you think a grunt like me made a rank like this? Insanity, my friend, insanity."
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Post by Ardenator on Dec 25, 2008 12:41:09 GMT -5
Nedra grinned. He was proud of this fleet, damned proud, though the Republic commander in him felt ashamed that the "security force" of his corporation outmatched most Republic flotillas. These were sad days, especially on the eve of war.
"This is just the first wave, utilizing engineering borrowed from the Republic. The next one will be all from scratch, new ships from the ground up. They'll beat anything ever assembled in this galaxy. Until then we have these beauties, however."
The Defiant loomed large in the viewport as the shuttle came close, readying to dock.
"The troops are just as well-equipped as the ships. I've also imposed training regiments on all security force members that far outstrip the Republic's, but I'm certain you will be able to improve them even more. I'm just a Naval man, after all." He gave her a sly wink.
The shuttle entered the hangar bay and set down at a far corner. The boarding ramp descended, and Nedra led the procession out onto the deck. The hanger was empty of ships and equipment, it's floor instead filled by row after row of troopers.
"Well, General, let's inspect the men." He approached the rows of black-clad troopers. The armor was composite, full-body, and form-fitting. Dark helmets obscured the men's features. It was advanced smart-armor, able to handle various hits simultaneously and still keep the wearer safe. Heating and radiation-shielding systems were present for hot climates, cooling systems and particulate filters for hot ones. The suits were sealed and pressurized, with a small supply of Oxygen, in case a trooper found his or herself under water or in the vacuum of space. Micro-thrusters were placed strategically along the armor to allow for maneuverability in those instances and greater speed on the ground. The armor was powered, giving the the wearer great speed and strength, and made marching long distances a breeze. Advanced HUD and computer systems gave the wearer all the knowledge and tools they needed for warfare. Each piece of armor came with an enhanced comm/sensor jamming suite, as well as individual field disruptors. Each had a concussion field generator, and every other squad was equipped with shield generators. Each suit was networked with every other suit, the capital ships, transports, armor, and starfighters, allowing for full intelligence for every member of the fleet at all times. Each squad also had a personal AI unit that functioned in each of the suits, managing all systems, advising the troopers, and providing a "companion." In short, each trooper was wearing a fortune. Their weaponry was also advanced. Disruptor rifles with assisted aim, jacked into the suit's power system to allow for more shots. Each trooper also carried a longer range Verpine Shatter Rifle, as well as Disruptor and Shatter pistols. An array of thermal detonators and grenades rounded out the arsenal, as well as a couple vibroblades and bayonets.
Nedra stood back, surveying it all. This operation had very nearly bankrupted OmniCorp. The only reason he had gotten away with it was the prospect of unlimited operations in the Mid and Outer Rims with little to no competition that came with the new base on Mon Calamari. The new technology was likely to sell extremely well, although they'd only sell the full-power setup to the Republic. All in all, a good investment.
That is, if the Republic won the war.
Nedra smiled. If OmniCorp had any say in the matter, they would.
Yes, the Sith would get a nice surprise indeed...
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