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Park Kraken
Jul 2nd, 2012, 07:47:17 AM
Eraidu - Twelve hours after the events of Operation: Shadow Strike

The stars started twinkling before alarms aboard various vessels alerted the system authorities to the ships exiting hyperspace. Those alarms were automatically silenced as IFF beacons announced the arriving ships as friendly. First to arrive were the faster Carrack and Strike class cruisers, and then came the Imperial Star Destroyers, followed finally by the older and slower Dreadnoughts.

As per the original agreement, the various sections of the Imperial fleet had jumped for the rendezvous point at Eraidu as they withdrew from the Sullust system, rather then waiting for the entire fleet to reform. First to arrive would've been the Interdictor cruisers, then the remaining destroyers in Hunter, Fearsome, and Terror, followed finally by the combined ships in Apex, Predator, Stalker, and the Skirmish screen.

Aboard the Suppressor, Admiral Kraken reviewed the damage statistics compiled by his ship commanders in the main force, even as reports filtered in from the other groups. Star fighter losses had been higher than predicted, ranging at about 40% for the entire force, or 750 TIE star fighters. Losses among the capital ships was about what had been predicted, two destroyers lost, along with three heavy cruisers, four medium cruisers, and twelve light cruisers. Although he might forget the numbers, the names would always stay with him; Merciless, Velvet Sunderer, Constellation, Temeraire, Freedom's Demise, Elongator, Banisher, Conquistador, Dominatrix, Destructor, Detractor, Garrote, Gallows, Death Flash, Caravel, Carrack, Battleaxe, Inferno's Womb, Shadow's Touch, Hatchet's Hatred, and Swift Kill.

Nor were all the crew losses consigned to the ships listed as destroyed. Indomitable, Right to Rule, and Dragon's Claw all sustained heavy damage during the withdrawal phase of the battle, with much of the Skirmish screen and several of the destroyers taking damage of some kind that resulted in sailors or troops killed, not to mention the near one hundred percent fatality rate for the pilots. In fact, a very large portion of the Velvet Sunderer's crew had survived, to where her stated losses were more in line for a moderately damaged destroyer. But overall, roughly eighty thousand Imperial Naval personnel had perished in the attack, close to the roughly one hundred thousand estimated losses for the attack.

About half of the personnel losses had come from the destroyed Dreadnoughts, Vladimir saw. The Rebels had their Assault Frigates with reduced crew capacity while retaining the same firepower; he would have to see if Imperial R&D could come up with a similar modification to reduce the fatalities when one of the powerful ships was destroyed. The rebuilds should produce basically a new combat ship in half the time of new construction for a ship of similar size. He would fire up a report to HQ with his recommendations on that one.

For now though he had orders to give. It was time to temporarily dissolve the Task Force and send their ships home for repairs, and replacement of losses. Before that the ship crews would be allowed three days leave on Eraidu, to begin right after memorial services had concluded for those killed whose bodies had been recovered. He himself would attend a private memorial service for the twenty captains killed.

Park Kraken
Jul 2nd, 2012, 07:47:48 AM
A steady rain was pouring where ten thousand two hundred thirty six fresh graves had been dug and subsequently filled, first with bodies, then with soil. Markers proclaimed their names, those had been able to be identified, with another thirty thousand or so consigned to the crypt, with a list of names of the individuals who these remains represented but had been unable to identify whom had been whom for the specific bodies.

Funeral services had already been conducted, firing squads dispensing their salutes with slug throwers, while preachers said prayers that the dead would find peace in whatever lies beyond this realm. Many of the sailors had dispersed, heading into the nearby towns to find solace, fortune in their still being alive, and women or men to live the nights up with. A very few remained amongst the graves, but one of them was the one who had lead them to their deaths.

Wearing a standard olive green greatcoat and cap, Vladimir Kraken looked like any other Imperial naval officer, his uniform and rank insignia hidden beneath it, out of sight to the casual observer. This was his first such ceremony, his previous burials having taken place in outer space. He had attended graveside ceremonies before, but that was in a previous life, in command of a previous ship, with only a few markers, not ten thousand. He was the one ultimately responsible for their deaths, as commander of the fleet they had been his responsibility, and his alone. He didn't even want to think about those that had been left behind, unvaporizied, in the wreckage of ships left in the Sullust system, and what the Rebels might do to those remains.

It had been a long time since he'd last shed tears, but he couldn't stop himself from doing so now. They flowed freely from his normally hard steely eyes, passing by and reading the names of the soldiers and sailors, trying but failing to memorize their names for the sheer number present, trying to see if he recognized anyone, perhaps a meeting aboard the mess deck or a chance encounter in a passage way.

Soon, his exhaustion made itself known to him. He took one last look out at the rows of grey crosses.

"Imperium Infinite, may the stars take your souls in, my men. You have well earned your rest," Vladimir spoke the traditional Imperial farewell to the dead before him, adding his words of thanks for their sacrifices. Turning his back to them, he sought shelter from the rain and rest for his weary mind.

Park Kraken
Jul 2nd, 2012, 07:48:21 AM
The bar was as dim as the others, but the particular artwork that had gone into the big neon sign proclaiming the establishment's name and function had been particularly alluring to him over the other choices.

It was the third day of the rest and relaxation afforded to the crews. Tomorrow, they like him would embark upon the shuttles and head back up to the fleet. He personally planned to lead the ships of Apex to Kuat, where they would receive the finest care in repairs and upgrades. In his downtime he had been making plans, plans for the future, as well as continuing to be haunted by memories of the memorial service.

Right now he cradled a lomin ale when a pair of naval gunners sat down at his table, ordering their own drinks. Vladimir still wore his overcoat, so the naval gunners had no idea who he really was, other then a naval officer.

"So mate, what posting do you have?" asked one of the gunners casually.

"Suppressor. You?" asked Vladimir in a slightly slurred voice.

"Right to Rule. I and Hennely here work Octuple Turbolaser Barbette#3 on the port side. Our other two gunners are resting out there in the cemetery."

"Sorry to hear about that. Seems like everyone I've met downside has lost someone either close to them or works alongside them," commented Vlad.

"Yeah, it was tough out there. Wished we could've received more support from the rest of the fleet, but I guess the Fleet Admiral had his reasons for keeping us isolated," recalled the gunner.

"What do you think those reasons were?" asked Vlad, playing along.

"Well, I would like to think it was to train us, or get us used to heavy combat. But there's a lot of scuttlebutt going around that the Fleet Commander was too scared to commit his main body, instead ordering his forces to withdraw as best they could."

"Do you think there's any truth to these rumors?" asked Vlad, concerned now.

"I don't know, personally. Missing too many pieces of the puzzle and as far as I'm concerned, they can stay missing. The only thing I concern myself with is shooting straight and true," finished the gunner as their drinks arrived at the table.

Paying the barkeep, Vladimir got up from the table and wandered outside, his thoughts having taken a troubling turn for the worst.

Park Kraken
Jul 2nd, 2012, 07:48:55 AM
"We trusted you, why did you abandon us?" spoke the voices of thousands of troops, their faces turning to stare as one at him....

With a start, Vladimir opened his eyes. Sitting up, he noticed his covers had been thrown aside and he had been laying with his feet on the pillows and his head handing off the end of his bed. The disturbing dreams had haunted him since that third night on Eraidu, after the conversation with those gunners from the Right to Rule.

Sighing, he got up and proceeded to the refresher station. Checking the wall chrono after emerging, he did some quick calculations in his head. He was aboard the Suppressor, on her way to Kuat, and they should arrive within the next ten hours. He set the alarm to seven hours from now, willing to get some more, some actually decent sleep before they arrived at their destination.

Settling his head on his sweat soaked pillows, Park once again drifted into the world of oblivion and nightmares.

Park Kraken
Jul 2nd, 2012, 07:49:24 AM
Admiral Vladimir Park Kraken stood onboard the bridge of the Suppressor, with five more minutes left in transit before they arrived at Kuat Drive Yards. Already impending news had been sent ahead of their arrival, lest any Imperial Naval Personnel panic at the sudden sight of the warfleet emerging from hyperspace, along with orders to have drydocks prepared for his ships for the repair and maintenance work needed to be done.

He was coming home to the Core Worlds as a victor, winning a great battle against the Rebel Alliance over the world of Sullust. Their shipyards smashed and their factories ruined, millions of the little pint sized aliens killed, Rebel ships and fighters torn asunder, it would take a long time for the Rebels to recover from this defeat. Yet all victories come with prices to be paid, with the Imperial fleet losing another two Star Destroyers, numerous support ships, hundreds of fighters, and the toll all of it was taking on the Fleet Commander.

The remaining seven hours of sleep he had was not very fitful, but after a shower and a power breakfast at the ship's mess, he was fit and ready to go for the day's activities. Food seemed to be Vladimir's main source of energy nowadays, and as such he'd noticed a little paunch belly that he was beginning to develop, as well as the slight rings under his eyes. A trip to Kuat Drive Yards, with their impressive yards and defense fleets, along with the chance to visit the nobles upon the surface of the planet, always cheered him up when he was feeling down.

The starlines were replaced by pinpricks as the Star Destroyer emerged from hyperspace. Settling into formation besides the Suppressor were the Destroyers Agonizer and Tyrannic, with the Interdictor Cruiser Constrainer, Strike Cruiser Aspiration, and Carrack Cruisers Destabilizer and Destroyer settling into formation behind the wedge.

The sight that greeted the fleet was one to behold; the rings of shipyards around Kuat, with numerous other shipyards either orbiting the planet or within other parts of the system; hundreds of transports with thousands of tugs and assembly droids working through the system, ferrying in shipbuilding materials and raw ores in addition to working on the skeletons of ships under construction, or putting the final touches on vessels about to be completed and comissioned. There was a wide array of ships present, including the frameworks of a new Executor class Super Star Destroyer, several Imperial class Star Destroyers, a slew of Victory class ships, all the way down to entire flotillas of Carrack class Cruisers being assembled simulatenously, and that was only the construction that was visible to Park's naked eye.

In addition to the construction, there was also the defense fleet and other warships visiting the shipyard planet. Two of the three Kuat Defense Flotilla's Mandator II class Star Dreadnoughts could be seen, along with seven of the fifteen Imperial Star Destroyers that the Empire kept as their contribution to the defense of Kuat. Drifting in from starboard came the Executor class Star Dreadnought Annihilator, along with an Interdictor Cruiser keeping pace besides it.

An increasingly large grin adorned Vladimir's face. As it did so, the emotions of the past few days were bottled up and shoved down into a deep and dark recess of his mind, restoring him to his former self. For the first time since Operation: Shadow Strike had ended, Admiral Kraken felt like his old self.

It was good to be back.