Post by Darth Niamh on Jun 5, 2016 21:37:34 GMT
"All systems green, all ships accounted for. Gentlemen, you are cleared for take-off. Have fun out there, Lifeboat-Actual."
"Will do, Bethrezen. Keep the caffa hot, will ya? We'll be back before you know it," the Astral Dragon's comm officer replied offhandedly. A quick glance around the command bridge would show his apparent nonchalance was reflected on all of his shipmates; anyone on the Astral Dragon was already too hardened to be perturbed by the task they were about to undertake.
The plan was simplicity itself; the convoy would follow the general path of the Perlemian Trade Route, blazing through hyperspace to Arkania, in the heart of Alliance Territory, before swinging up to the Uba system on the border, continuing on to Dantooine in the Imperial Remnant, and completing the circuit by looping back to Union Space. Besides the official name, Operation: Lifeboat, the plan had already garnered itself several nicknames, among the most polite of which was Operation: Arch-Janitor. Though ostensibly in reference to the "sweeping" motion of the trip and the "cleaning up" of the scattered pockets of Union support, Kas was pretty sure it was some funnyman's attempt at veiled one-finger salute to the High Marshal. With their frosty relations, he certainly wasn't to0 torn up about it, but he might have appreciated it a bit more if he didn't have a pair of Sith aboard his ship currently.
Those Sith, Darths Abraxis and Strigus, were currently in one of the hangar bays, albeit for entirely different reasons. Darth Abraxis had been assigned to escort duty and assigned a shiny new Tie Advanced v1, fresh off of the production lines, per the Union's Tie Modernization Program. Strigus, on the other hand, found himself working security. In the event of boarding action, he was to, as one of the BoIT crewmen assigned to assist him had put it, "give 'em a real warm welcome, offer 'em an ale, then slit their karking throats."
Amongst the flotilla, Eyan, Zvogr, and Amavia were adrift in space aboard their respective ships. Their crews had been prepared, and each had recieved one "extra" passenger, a BoIT "advisor." Taken at face value, these men, in the case of Zvogri's ship, a woman, were supposed to assist the captains in moving with the flotilla, recieve new orders from Kas and pass them on at a good time, and ensure that any refugees that might board the ships remained calm and orderly for the duration of the journey.
Unofficially, with the way they served as a constant reminder; the BoIT is watching. Don't frak up.
"Awaiting your command, Sir," the Astral Dragon's helmsman piped up, hands hovering over the controls.
"Will do, Bethrezen. Keep the caffa hot, will ya? We'll be back before you know it," the Astral Dragon's comm officer replied offhandedly. A quick glance around the command bridge would show his apparent nonchalance was reflected on all of his shipmates; anyone on the Astral Dragon was already too hardened to be perturbed by the task they were about to undertake.
The plan was simplicity itself; the convoy would follow the general path of the Perlemian Trade Route, blazing through hyperspace to Arkania, in the heart of Alliance Territory, before swinging up to the Uba system on the border, continuing on to Dantooine in the Imperial Remnant, and completing the circuit by looping back to Union Space. Besides the official name, Operation: Lifeboat, the plan had already garnered itself several nicknames, among the most polite of which was Operation: Arch-Janitor. Though ostensibly in reference to the "sweeping" motion of the trip and the "cleaning up" of the scattered pockets of Union support, Kas was pretty sure it was some funnyman's attempt at veiled one-finger salute to the High Marshal. With their frosty relations, he certainly wasn't to0 torn up about it, but he might have appreciated it a bit more if he didn't have a pair of Sith aboard his ship currently.
Those Sith, Darths Abraxis and Strigus, were currently in one of the hangar bays, albeit for entirely different reasons. Darth Abraxis had been assigned to escort duty and assigned a shiny new Tie Advanced v1, fresh off of the production lines, per the Union's Tie Modernization Program. Strigus, on the other hand, found himself working security. In the event of boarding action, he was to, as one of the BoIT crewmen assigned to assist him had put it, "give 'em a real warm welcome, offer 'em an ale, then slit their karking throats."
Amongst the flotilla, Eyan, Zvogr, and Amavia were adrift in space aboard their respective ships. Their crews had been prepared, and each had recieved one "extra" passenger, a BoIT "advisor." Taken at face value, these men, in the case of Zvogri's ship, a woman, were supposed to assist the captains in moving with the flotilla, recieve new orders from Kas and pass them on at a good time, and ensure that any refugees that might board the ships remained calm and orderly for the duration of the journey.
Unofficially, with the way they served as a constant reminder; the BoIT is watching. Don't frak up.
"Awaiting your command, Sir," the Astral Dragon's helmsman piped up, hands hovering over the controls.