Telan Desaria
Apr 18th, 2002, 01:11:31 PM
OOC-Please move this to the Bespin thread. It was closed.
IC Fleet Admiral Desaria sat upon his chair of command, watching over the Thyferran armada which had gathered before him. Under the guise of following him. But these men had families on worlds of the Empire, worlds that were under the oppressive heel of Diktat Darth Viscera, a man Desaria had reveered until he dismissed him from command for trying to do what he fleetingly thought was best for the Empire. So be it.
" Captain Voltaire," Desaria said, turning the chair to face down the catwalk to where the Decisive's commander was standing, leaning towards the crewpit and conversing with the chief gunnery officer.
" Yes sir. All ships have arrived. The FCLF Abur-Ramm has been eported to have jumped, but it's capitan was never trustworthy. He ws transferred in from Coruscant."
Desaria stood, unmoved by the Captain's attempt at jocularity. " Captain, we will be unable to take all of the Thyferra Sector Fleet with us, I am afraid. Even all that is here cannot accompany us."
The smile faded from the veteran's face, turning him to stone before the Admiral's very eyes. Now they both bore the mark of sternness. But Voltaire's was tainted by horror. " Why, Admiral?" he asked.
" The Diktat controls a great many things, as did the Emperor. And I am afraid for the families of these men. I am afraid that once the Diktat starts executing them, I will have a mutiny within a muntiny."
It took a moment, but Voltaire registered undertsanding. " I see, Admiral."
" Move all absolutely loyal crewmen onto the Decisive and my personal squadrons. Fill every hangar and bay and bunk with extra equipment. we will not be resupplied for some time."
" Yes sir," Voltaire replied, lacking the vigor he had at the start of the Bespin campaign.
" And bring the troops back from the planet and onto my ships-they are veterans now, and I want hardened units. Fill their ranks of replacements with the men from my personal squadrons, who will be trasnferred to the Decisive. The men from the Desicive will be trasnferred to other commands, as they will be the least likely to get retirbution if they stay behind."
" Yes, Admiral."
Desaria nodded, and trudged off down the catwalk towards his office, the last time he would stroll the bridge as an Imperial officer...and an Admiral.
* * *
Two hours later, three extra squadrons of fighters had been crammed aboard reserve hangars on the Decisive, along with mounds of trooper equipment ranging from additional walkers and artillery to heavy blasters and uniforms. In addition, a few ships had even been filled with stern loyalists to Admiral Desaria, so full their hearts and minds with honor and duty. The
LF Lancer-2
VSD3 Carida
INT Dissolution
HCLC Hammer XXXVI
FCLF Fire I
FCLF Fire II
were added to the armada.
Four hours after the order was given, all crew rotations had finished, and all hatches had been battened down, The Flagship and its escorts, the Command Destroyer Escort Squadron, and the half dozen other Imperial ships leapt out of the Bespin system. Their destination, a place the Empire would not find. And Desaria and his rpoud comrades would not be harried by the worries of the Empire.
Fleet Admiral Telan Desaria
Supreme Commander, Armed Forces, NIS
IC Fleet Admiral Desaria sat upon his chair of command, watching over the Thyferran armada which had gathered before him. Under the guise of following him. But these men had families on worlds of the Empire, worlds that were under the oppressive heel of Diktat Darth Viscera, a man Desaria had reveered until he dismissed him from command for trying to do what he fleetingly thought was best for the Empire. So be it.
" Captain Voltaire," Desaria said, turning the chair to face down the catwalk to where the Decisive's commander was standing, leaning towards the crewpit and conversing with the chief gunnery officer.
" Yes sir. All ships have arrived. The FCLF Abur-Ramm has been eported to have jumped, but it's capitan was never trustworthy. He ws transferred in from Coruscant."
Desaria stood, unmoved by the Captain's attempt at jocularity. " Captain, we will be unable to take all of the Thyferra Sector Fleet with us, I am afraid. Even all that is here cannot accompany us."
The smile faded from the veteran's face, turning him to stone before the Admiral's very eyes. Now they both bore the mark of sternness. But Voltaire's was tainted by horror. " Why, Admiral?" he asked.
" The Diktat controls a great many things, as did the Emperor. And I am afraid for the families of these men. I am afraid that once the Diktat starts executing them, I will have a mutiny within a muntiny."
It took a moment, but Voltaire registered undertsanding. " I see, Admiral."
" Move all absolutely loyal crewmen onto the Decisive and my personal squadrons. Fill every hangar and bay and bunk with extra equipment. we will not be resupplied for some time."
" Yes sir," Voltaire replied, lacking the vigor he had at the start of the Bespin campaign.
" And bring the troops back from the planet and onto my ships-they are veterans now, and I want hardened units. Fill their ranks of replacements with the men from my personal squadrons, who will be trasnferred to the Decisive. The men from the Desicive will be trasnferred to other commands, as they will be the least likely to get retirbution if they stay behind."
" Yes, Admiral."
Desaria nodded, and trudged off down the catwalk towards his office, the last time he would stroll the bridge as an Imperial officer...and an Admiral.
* * *
Two hours later, three extra squadrons of fighters had been crammed aboard reserve hangars on the Decisive, along with mounds of trooper equipment ranging from additional walkers and artillery to heavy blasters and uniforms. In addition, a few ships had even been filled with stern loyalists to Admiral Desaria, so full their hearts and minds with honor and duty. The
LF Lancer-2
VSD3 Carida
INT Dissolution
HCLC Hammer XXXVI
FCLF Fire I
FCLF Fire II
were added to the armada.
Four hours after the order was given, all crew rotations had finished, and all hatches had been battened down, The Flagship and its escorts, the Command Destroyer Escort Squadron, and the half dozen other Imperial ships leapt out of the Bespin system. Their destination, a place the Empire would not find. And Desaria and his rpoud comrades would not be harried by the worries of the Empire.
Fleet Admiral Telan Desaria
Supreme Commander, Armed Forces, NIS