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Post by Regnier on Nov 26, 2008 7:06:22 GMT -5
"Hey, don't get me wrong...for all I know, you're better connected than I am..." Vos sighed faintly and drained the remaining contents of the cup, but he didn't swallow. Instead, he nearly choked. Leaning slightly off-screen, he spat whatever had been resting in the bottom of the cup back in the cup. "But there aren't any files on me with useful information that exist anymore, and there are only two people alive in the Empire that know who I actually am, myself being one of them. It's my job not to exist, just like everybody else in SID. You're more than welcome to try and dig up something on me but, honestly, if you manage to find anything useful, it means someone on my end screwed up, badly, and in order to contain the leak, both the leak itself and anyone compromised will undoubtedly be summarily executed. Bad day in Jawa Land."
He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remember why he'd signed up for this job. Oh, that's right...I didn't . Not officially existing had its perks, sure...but it also had way more cons than anybody bothered to tell you. The problems associated with dealing with people who did exist was one of them. "Look, Admiral, I don't know the identities of my superiors. I take my orders from one man, and one man alone. I don't know his real name," Flat out lie, yes, but he sure as hell wasn't supposed to, and he was a damn good liar. "And according to his badge number, he doesn't officially exist either. He takes his orders from someone else, and I sincerely doubt they exist. The chain goes on for who knows how long before it hits someone in the databanks with a real name and rank. We eat, sleep on, and breath paranoia. If you want confirmation on who I am, contact Major General Lauhman. She runs SID, and she'll be able to confirm I'm one of hers once I run through a few protocols with her. Otherwise, I'd have to put you in touch with my handler, who would have to put you in touch with whoever's above him, so on and so forth, and every single one of them would be transfered somewhere else in the organization a few hours afterwards."
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Post by Zarkan on Nov 26, 2008 19:09:19 GMT -5
Bajr took a long sip of his tea finally finishing it off as the man across the screen spat what ever drink it was he had back into his cup and laid out the entire situation as he knew it. "Bah, blasted spooks I never could stand them" he thought to himself as he kept his face passive. "Fair enough I will be in contact with this Major General Lauhman if she confirms your story I will see that you are contacted when your presence is deemed necessary to greet us."
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Post by Regnier on Nov 29, 2008 23:55:49 GMT -5
Vos nodded soberly. "She will. Just give her my operating number, Three-Eight-Eight-Six, my authorization code, Gamma Zero One Eight Echo Nine Five, and the frequency I'm contacting you over, Sir. She'll probably have to talk to me in person before she can verify that I'm not lying. But I believe that concludes out business together for the time being, Admiral."
Leaning forward, the Kiffar let his hand hover above the terminate key on the comm' terminal. "Just call me over this line when the time comes. Somebody'll pick up. I'll be waiting for the word, Sir. Joker, out." Tapping two fingers to his forehead in a makeshift salute, he pressed the key, ending the transmission. He sighed and shook his head as he stood up and walked over to the bed on the opposite end of the small room. Whoever was running this show called life had a cruel sense of humor.
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Post by Zarkan on Dec 12, 2008 9:30:41 GMT -5
Admiral Bajr sighed heavily as he set up in his bed his joints groaning as he forced himself up and out of the thin cot and made his way over to his desk dropping heavily into the seat as he activated the comm relay. "Captain Alida, send a message to that joker fool and Rear Admiral Borgonia to report in.Oh, and disembark the blood moon." He waited calmly for a reply as he took a handful of pills. "Yes, Admiral, I will make the ship ready to move out, Also you will be pleased to know two of the carrier battle groups have left for Korriban a hour ago." the voice of the captain of the ship sounded like dripping honey over the comm array. "Yes, thank you captain carry on."
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Post by Regnier on Dec 12, 2008 18:21:57 GMT -5
Someone in the room was snoring.
Nobody noticed.
A blaster sounded from somewhere outside the building.
Nobody moved.
A woman screamed from the next room over.
Not even a twitch.
The small comm' terminal blared a monotone signal throughout the room.
All four occupants of the room snapped upright, blasters leveled at the first movement to catch their eyes, which...was...each-other. Several people swore in various languages and leaned back into their chairs as the terminal sounded out again, as if insisting someone get up and answer the call. "Spade, your momma's callin'." Hawk muttered as he rubbed the side of his jaw, but made no motion towards moving. Omen and Vos both leaned forward and started to stand, but the gearhead paused and the glower the Kiffar fixed him with.
"Oh yeah, you're expecting a call. Hey, if it turns out to be my handler, just tell her it was you, and you take full responsibility."
"If it's your handler-" Vos started as he stretched and started for the bedroom. "-I'll tell her you've been MIA for a few days."
Omen choked as he sat upright again, but stopped and shook his head. "Funny. I hate it when he does that, makes me think he's being serious..." As Nazante sealed the door behind him, he gave the man a wicked grin. Omen froze and turned to the oldest man in the room. "He was only kidding, right?"
Spade smiled as she leaned back and closed her eyes. "Gods, I hope that's your handler...that'd save me a lot of trouble..."
"Oh, ha ha. Wait...since when have you had a sense of humor?"
"She doesn't."
"...I hate you people."
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Nazante's mouth twisted into a cruel smile as the familiar face of a fresh Lieutenant greeted him. The young officer froze. "Well look at that...you again. Right, kid, you know the drill, same as before. Run your little verifications and get me in touch with Admiral Barj, PDQ. Snap-to, Lieutenant, I don't have all day to wait around this time."
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 14, 2008 3:28:43 GMT -5
A steady beeping from his com unit made Jade look up from his book. It was a shame really...to be interrupted from such a good book...but he supposed it couldn't be helped. As he read the message that had been relayed, Jade sighed and shook his head slightly. Oh well...again, it couldn't be helped. He'd just have to reply. Standing, he retrieved a small holo-transmitter and set it on the table in front of himself. Setting it up to transmit to the link making his com unit beep continuously, he pressed a button and sat down once more. Before him was a young lieutenant, and Jade noticed that the young man seemed rather harassed. Shrugging it off mentally, he blinked at the young man.
Well? Obviously you must have a reason for contacting me? What is it? Have out with it Lieutenant. I doubt your superior would be pleased with your delays.
He stated, red eyes boring into the young man, who seemed more than a little flustered. Jade wondered silently, just how many others he'd had to deal with today.
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Post by Ardenator on Dec 16, 2008 16:41:32 GMT -5
All three comm systems of the Sith military officials dissolved into static, as if they were in to the middle of transmissions suddenly broken. A whine erupted from the channel, growing stronger and higher in pitch until almost hurtful to the human ears. Suddenly it popped, and an eery silence descended upon each of the comm units. A somber voice rang out.
"Admiral, Rear-Admiral, Joker. I address you all with an announcement: The Sith have returned, and we seek the cclaim what was once ours."
"Your forces did well, with the assault on Dantooine. But you have failed to keep up your momentum, and even now you are still in a state of inaction, when you should have pierced into the Mid Rim by now."
"I know it stems not ffrom any lack of ability on your parts. It seems to me that your leadership is... lacking. The rich, corrupt aristocrats who currently compose your government have no idea in which direction to lead, or how. I am contacting you now to... fix this problem."
"In a short period, all beings composing the government of the Sith Empire will be assassinated. They have failed, and therefore, they will be disposed of. This will either result in an easy change to a more stable, more effective government, or it will result in the total collapse of the Empire. Whether the former, or latter, happen is up to you."
"The Sith Order lives once more, and we seek to claim what is ours. We have made the decision that you are capable, effective commanders, and thus worthy of top commands within the new military. You are being contacted because we would like to have you on our side. You are valuable assets. And once the changeover is complete, you will be unleashed upon the galaxy. That is, if you support the true leaders of the Sith. If, however, your allegiance lies with the doomed aristocracy, then you will join them in the abyss. Valuable as you may be, you can be replaced. The decision is yours. Make it soon."
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Post by Zarkan on Dec 16, 2008 21:12:46 GMT -5
Ver-Ver tilted her head at the view screens as the flickered into letting of a short high pitched squawk to barj as he limped over to his desk with a glass of tea in his hand before dropping heavily into his seat cursing his arthritic knee for acting up now of all times. "Ah, Rear Admiral, joker, it is good to see both of you again." He hid the twitching of his face behind his tea before taking a long sip and setting it back down upon the desk. "It is time w- what!" Barj cut his statement off short as the static started jabbing another button on his console. "Lieutenant the comm channel is being intercepted secure it!" he snarled into the internal comm just as the long range quieted and the voice rang out. Barj glared at the blacked empty screen who was this to break into his comms and then claim to be something that went extinct almost two centuries ago.
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Post by Regnier on Dec 21, 2008 7:46:35 GMT -5
Nazante nodded solemnly as the Admiral came into view on his holo-screen. He focused his attention on, apparently, the only other person in the meeting, and narrowed his eyes as he brought a hand to the skin just below his eye and rubbed the synth-flesh covering his facial tattoos. The man…looked…oddly familiar. The Kiffar was normally very good with putting faces to names and places, but…
Hmm…I’ve seen you before, but-
Suddenly, his attention snapped off the Rear Admiral and to the comm’ channel itself as it screeched. Instantly, his hands took on minds of their own and started to fly across the keypad before him. He knew that sound all too well. It only took him a few seconds, however, to discover that it wasn’t coming from his end, there were no data transfers, and nobody was trying to hack into his communicator. Which was good, otherwise the countermeasures he’d installed would have fried the transmitter nearly instantaneously. This…new signal didn’t appear to be any threat to him, and it wasn’t coming from his end, so there wasn’t much he could do about it beyond simply cutting the channel. He rasped out something akin to a laugh. Someone had intercepted and jacked into a secured communications line on Muunilist. Oh, there was going to be hell to pay for that one.
He wasn’t particularly surprised when a voice replaced the screeching, though he did find it preferable. Calmly, silently, he listened, his only motions coming in the form of small, fast movements of his eyes. The first thought that came into his mind? Bull. Sith…my leathery backside. Prove it, jackass. The Sith have been gone for…how long now? Then again…bloody religious fanatics are major pains in the ass…
The second thing that struck him was just how spot-on the man was about their leadership. The aristocracy were a bunch of…well, Vos didn’t have anything complimentary to say about them, that was for damn sure. But to have all of them whacked at once? There weren’t a lot of people with the resources, or stones, to try something like that. But, hey, if they can pull it off…more power to them. I could care less at this point. Probably make my job a helluva lot easier. Not too sure about this ‘top command’ bit, though. These guys want to kill my bosses and try to take over the galaxy, fine, but if they try and give me command of something, I’m blowing a planet up.
Once a spook…
Like a majority of the spooks in his specific field, however, he really didn’t care who was running the show, as long as they weren’t idiots who wanted impossible and/or pointless things from him. Which pretty much summed-up the aristocracy.
Still, he remained silent. Finally, he closed one eye and focused on the screen, but not on either of the people he could see. ”With all due respect, and I think I speak for all of us in saying this…but who the hell are you, exactly? I’m a spook, and you expect me to believe what you’ve just told me, without any proof whatsoever? Now, don’t get me wrong, if you can clean out the aristocrats, I could care less. Have a ball. As long as the orders aren’t idiotic, it doesn’t really matter to me who it is that gives them.”
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 22, 2008 4:05:01 GMT -5
Jade gazed across the holoscreen at the kiffar male. He was all to familiar, but from where....where had he seen....it suddenly dawned on him. Like a load of bricks falling behind him. Narrowing his eyes, he wondered just how he'd gone from Corellia to sith military. Oh yes, he knew this man...he'd saved Donald once, he remembered the recognition he'd received for it...he'd BEEN there. Tilting his head to the side slightly, one hand reached over to his com and started a subtle trace. IF it worked, he might have an ally in this military after all.
As the comlink was intercepted, he glanced at something off the screen. Listening to the man's voice who came across the link, he nearly laughed...a subtle smirk creeping across his face. Watching the com-unit beside him record the message, he noticed the slight stutter of the man. Well, if they wanted to destroy the sith empire that was just fine with him, but he doubted the replacement would be any better.
First off, sir, I warn you that this is being recorded.
Secondly, as much as I appreciate your offer, I have to question your motives...AND what may replace the Aristocrats after you accomplish your objective....IF...you accomplish it. Why should I risk my neck for you any way?
He was treading a dangerous line, but he had to keep the man talking if he could...the more information the better.
Also....how long did it take you to memorize that little speech? It seems your stutter only came out twice during it...too bad you couldn't contain it completely.
Oh...forgive me, I spoke out of turn...
He mused, his voice holding a bit of humor to it.
But you see, I'm a very skeptical man. I like facts, not mysterious whispers of "Sith" in the dark. Though I must say...I have seen something recently that wouldn't completely disprove what you are saying...
He mused, thinking of the Massassi pirate he'd fought earlier that week. If it had been before that fight, he would have doubted the statement greatly, but now...well, he wasn't so sure.
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Post by Ardenator on Dec 24, 2008 5:44:34 GMT -5
The comlink clicked again as the hack was refreshed from another location. Every minute the link would switch again, in order to render attempts at a trace futile.
Paxis laughed, an outburst which soon became a rather harsh coughing fit. In a moment, he recovered and spoke. His smirk could almost be heard in his voice.
"You military types never cease to disappoint." Another click. "I will answer all of your questions, of course; that is part of why I contacted you. I am Darth Paxis, Dark Lord of the Sith. The Order has been watching the growth of the Sith Empire, and the current situation that it is now in with the Galactic Republic. We've decided that the time to act is now."
"Proof that I command powers beyond your comprehension? Hmm..." Paxis immersed himself within the Force, and reached out across the stars...
Dark figures appeared beside each of the officers, cloaked all in black, faces obscured by hoods. They looked much like Paxis did now. The spoke out in low, supernatural tones, whispering in unision the words that were now coming through the comm.
"I am everywhere, I am everything. I see all, and none can escape me. I am the howl in the night, the shadow in the corner, the shiver in the cold. I am Darth Paxis, Dark Lord of the Sith." Another click, and the phantoms disappeared. Paxis' voice returned, loud and clear.
"Now, I'm not here to play games, and I'm not here to fool around. I'm contacting you to negotiate the future of the Sith Empire. You're government is weak and corrupt, and does nothing but hold you and your country back. They are ineffective and greedy. The Sith Order has deemed the time right to take what is ours. We will replace the aristocracy and bring the Sith Empire into an era of glory. We will not put you down or hold you back. We will not keep you in the dark or get in your way. We want to help you, we want things to get done the right way. We have a destiny. The Empire has a destiny. The Aristocracy is not fulfilling it. The time has come for us to take a turn. You will see your powers and spheres of influence greatly increased by this changeover, and you will also be free to conquer the galaxy."
"With the Sith once more at the helm, we will finally bring peace, order, and justice to the galaxy, as well as glory to the Empire and ourselves. We can discuss all the little details later. What I need to know now is whether you are open to my offer."
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Post by Zarkan on Dec 29, 2008 13:51:08 GMT -5
"Great parlor trick." barj said gruffly as the doppelganger winked out of Resistance sitting up in his seat he looked coldly at the man across the screen and what ever spans of space parted them. "I have no great love or use for the aristocrats, but they do allow us to work in near complete autonomy I don't see how your control can be anything, but less willing to allows us that freedom, a freedom I have come to like greatly. If you wise or can destroy the aristocrats have at it I care not, but if your petitioning here for complete obedience well, your more mad than you sound."
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Post by Regnier on Jan 6, 2009 1:47:23 GMT -5
Not even taking his eyes from the main comm' screen, Vos' hand moved to the command console of a small data terminal beside it, just off screen, as a small message blipped into existence on its equally small screen. He simply read the message from the corner of his eye, as he had become accustomed to doing back on Coruscant. Being able to pay attention to several different things at once was an infinitely useful talent in the security business, and no less so in the intel business. The message itself was simple enough.
TRACE DETECTED
His expression didn't change. He flicked a few commands, the first of which bounced the trace around on a virtually undetectable loop until he otherwise deemed. From the other side, it would simply appear as if it were taking some time to slip through rather thorough security measures. It was actually equivalent to a small child trying to break down a durasteel blast-door with a few hundred yards of razor-wire fields on the other side. You didn't get into a technological security war with Intel Div, simply put, unless you were a veritable master; it was half of his job to catch this kind of thing. He tapped a finger lightly on the desk, contemplating his next move carefully.
One, he could let the trace through, for whatever reason.
Two, he could let it out of the loop and have it slam into the security net, which would be noticed.
Three, he could fry the trace.
Four, he could activate a back-trace "Doombot", which would follow the trace's data trail back to the source and worm itself into the host system. To say the program was a nasty virus was a rather large understatement.
It wasn't a very hard choice. He typed a few commands, and his hand hovered above the key that would fry it for a few seconds, before a flash of information went through his mind. Internally, he smiled as recognition finally came to him. He pressed the execute key, which peeled the trace apart piece by piece. Immediately after, he ran a carrier-trace, which followed through the data trail the original trace had left back to the source, while dragging a small amount of information behind it. It was simple, fairly unobtrusive, and completely harmless; all it did was relay a simple message back to the trace's source.
Nice try, Borgonia. That is how it's spelled, isn't it?
Directly behind it lay a communication frequency and an authorization code that linked directly to Vos' personally-secured line on the comm' unit he was currently using. Worst came to worst, he'd have to eliminate another potential lead for anyone looking for him. Best outcome was an ally with the sith.
In an instant, all thought, all attention was snapped away from the Rear-Admiral and the terminal as someone...appeared in the room beside him. He didn't have time to contemplate, to think, he simply reacted. They hadn't come through the door, which meant they weren't one of his crew, and sneaking up on an SID operator was a great way of getting shot, and not much else.
Before the Kiffar had even hit the floor, seemingly simply falling off the side opposite the cloaked man, twin blasters whined four times each, the bolts surgically walked up the man's torso, groin to head. It was also before he hit the floor that it became readily apparent that this man was not really there, both from the fact that the man was nearly identical to this Paxis fellow, and that all eight bolts had gone clean through, no apparent harm done. Three seconds later, the door slid open, and one of Vos' arms snapped around, leveling the pistol at the first thing he saw.
Spade.
Who had a Verpine pistol leveled at him, though she rapidly changed targets to the other figure in the room.
"Hold!" Picking himself up off the floor, he holstered his sidearms, the Falleen eyeing him, a trace of confusion flickering in her eyes. "Just a misunderstanding. Go back to sleep."
She muttered something he didn't quite understand, though he did catch the sentiment, and went back outside, sealing the door behind her. Vos picked up the chair and sat back down, virtually ignoring the...well, whatever the hell it was. I hate Force-users.
His mind still in overdrive, he stared idly at the man across the screen, this Paxis. "You want to kill off the aristocrats, have at it. I think I can say pretty certainly that the Intelligence Division will follow whoever's in power; most of us don't really care all that much who gives the orders. Hell, if your orders involve less...inanity that those coming from the aristocracy, I can think of a few who'll probably help you off 'em. You want me to follow you, sure, why not? As long as you pretty much leave SID alone and let us do our thing; long as Lauhman's actually running SID, I'll be here. Can't afford not to. And if I have an idea what the MG'll do if you off the aristocracy, and I do, she'll probably stick with you without much hassle.
And yeah, I realize most what I just said could be counted as treason, Admiral, and I honestly couldn't care less. I answer to people a lot scarier than those stuffy ponces attempting to run the show."
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jan 7, 2009 22:44:40 GMT -5
No sooner had a retrace come back to his computer than he blinked at it and smirked slightly just as a phantom appeared in the room beside him. He didn't bother moving, however, since he couldn't even feel heat coming off the body that stood so close beside him, but the reactions of the others were priceless. Blaster fire, disgruntled looks. Jade simply couldn't help but laugh.
Well well...what a trio we seem to be. An odd assortment of flavors here...the stoic admiral, the jumpy SID officer, a curious...if not deluded...force user, and myself, adding sarcasm to the mix. What a triumphant group we shall make, no?
Well...Mr. Praxis...I don't care what you do. I simply follow orders. I'm not highest on the food chain here, so take it up with my superiors. I'm willing to support who ever is in charge...ponce or not, Force user or not. It doesn't particularly matter to me. Give me orders, give me battles, and give me a decent crew and I'll get things done. I'm not a man of politics. If I was, I'd be in the senate, not here.
He stated bluntly, saving the information from the return trace.
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Post by Ardenator on Jan 11, 2009 14:49:59 GMT -5
Paxis nodded to himself. Well, at least two of them were open to his propositions. He just had to convince the last one. Unfortunately, that last one was one of the most important there.
"If you fear your autonomy will be lost, fear not. As I said before, you will have great power and influence than you did before, and you will be free to conquer the galaxy as you see fit. Whereas the aristocracy argued and debated and skimmed off the top, we will give you what you need, when you need it. Our function will simply be to support and guide you. I don't want to steal your power, and I'm not asking you to be my slave. I'm asking you to help me help you to do what you were born to do."
"Look around you. You're sitting at Muunilist, when you should be halfway to Coruscant. The aristocracy has done nothing but hold you back. Think about it; you know it to be true. Why aren't you conquering the galaxy right now? Because they are holding you back. They have failed you. Now it's time you gave the Sith Lords a chance."
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Post by Zarkan on Jan 11, 2009 15:56:52 GMT -5
Barj looked over the others gathered for the meeting and down to his desk strew with datapads filled with plans the majority of which the aristocrats would never accept. Ver-Ver made a light squawk before he reached up and feed him a scrap of bread. "You have my word that I nor none of those under my command or allied with me will interfere with your establishment or your new order." Barj looked about his office the deed was done if this praxis failed barj would pay the price for it. "Do not fail in your over trow, Unless you would like to listen to boring military talk you may want to leave now." He waited several moments for the dark jedi to remove himself before continuing.
"I'm sure your all wondering what I called you here for before we were interrupted. I will be assaulting Mon Calamari within the month and in all likly hood sparking open war with the republic. I called you here Rear Admiral because I would like you to attack Mygeeto as a distraction and also to bring access to more wealth." Barj studied them both for a moment. "Any information you could provide would be helpful I will have the plans I formed sent to both of you momentarily."
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Jan 11, 2009 22:16:37 GMT -5
Post by gusha on Jan 11, 2009 22:16:37 GMT -5
Colonel Tol Kresh was walking through the command center of Admiral Braj the only Admiral at Muunilist. It was a busy place, with quite a few ships there. He had come to the Headquarters in the first shuttle to leave from his convoy after they came out of light speed. He was eager to get to work. Everything he heard of Admiral Braj was that he wasn’t the supportive of the Aristocrats. Maybe Kresh had found someone to be his ally in military circles.
He had heard from the young officer who met him at his shuttle that currently the Admiral was in a meeting with any military leader who would talk to him. Tol liked the feeling of this Braj was a man of action. He paused outside of the meeting room to make sure his uniform was immaculate, just as his father would have told him to. He entered with his orders and a list of the assets at his disposal.
He entered it seemed as if the meeting had reached a lull. Tol gave a cough to attract attention. He snapped off a salute to a Gungan in an Admirals uniform in the center of the room before he began. “Colonel Kresh commander of 112th Infantry Regiment reporting for duty, Sir!” Tol crossed over to the Admiral and handed him the data pad. “Here is a copy of my orders and list of my unit’s assets. We are here to support you in any future missions you undertake.”
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Jan 12, 2009 21:00:44 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Jan 12, 2009 21:00:44 GMT -5
Barj looked towards the colonel who just entered before waving him to sit down. "Please, excuse me for a moment." he said muting and blanking the comm screens before turning to Kresh. "Ah, yes, Colonel Kresh I am pleased to have you here your unit comes highly recommended please sit I need a moment to finish the documents for your unit." he slid his hands across the desk picking up two datapads and signing them both before sliding one into a data port and handing the second to Kresh. "There your unit is now officially the 1st grenadiers assault regiment, here take this datapad to major Klarkson he'll be transferred to the armor corps per his request and he will shift command of the infantry detachment to you, my second in command will bring you a mission dossier, you have two weeks to knock the infantry into line with your regiment, good luck Major Kresh, dismissed." he said with a brisk salute before turning back to the comm links and bringing them back up.
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Jan 12, 2009 21:55:58 GMT -5
Post by gusha on Jan 12, 2009 21:55:58 GMT -5
Tol snapped off a salute to the Admiral. He had alot of work to do here and not alot of time to do it. He took his datapad and took off to go find Major Klarkson. He was ready for this command of a whole detachment. It was his time to shine and show those damn criminals who he was.
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Jan 15, 2009 3:00:01 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jan 15, 2009 3:00:01 GMT -5
As the conversation between Praxis and Barj, then Barj and some unknown happened, Jade sighed and tapped his long, gloved, fingers against the table for a moment, but only a moment. Seconds later he was tapping away at his consol's keyboard. Attaching his own secure, not to mention personal...and well hidden from the sith navy...com-frequency.
Vos, if memory serves correctly...Funny...another decorated Corellian man here in the Sith military...what's the galaxy coming to? I could use a good ghost for some....military recon.
With a press of a button, he sent a new trace sailing along the signals back to the location of Vos' terminal. This one was quite blatant in the fact that it was a trace, and ment to get attention...the virtual fingerprints of the sith military all over it.
As he waited for Barj to return and send the plans for his attack on Mygeeto, Jade reclined in his seat slightly, stretching his arms over his head before massaging his eyes with one hand.
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