Elezeth Grimgast
May 25th, 2016, 09:02:56 AM
Hyperspace Transit
Outside Corellian System
Aboard the Imperial-II Class Frigate Pursuer
Junior Lieutenant Elezeth Grimgast shivered in her seat with her eyes squeezed shut. A sudden jolt from her flinching boy ran up her spin and sent her head up in a sharp upward incline. She lunged forward causing the naval jacket she was using as a blanket to flop onto the steel floor of her captain's quarters. Heavily gasping for air she lowered her heads into her hands. She could feel the coarse skin that ran down the left of her face. A cascade of poorly healed burn wounds. Her heavy panting subsided to more normalized breathing but, the weight of every breath still lingered.
Another nightmare. No. Another flashback to that day over Endor. The day she lost most of her crew and the body she once knew. Shaky hands stretched out to the Imperial Doctor prescribed medication that rested on the side desk to her right. She reached for the bottle and as her unsteady hands grabbed it the pills inside rattle as they absorbed the inconsistent movement of Elezeth's fingers. Swallowing a pill Elezeth slumped backwards into her chair. She closed her eyes once more, she needed the rest, but, when the darkness fell the images of battle and doom returned. She broke open her eyes once more. A sigh slipped from her lips. It seemed she was doomed to be forever haunted. She would only be exorcised of these demons ones the souls of the lost were satisfied, until she was satisfied. Until the Rebellion was crushed. Rubbing her face and then passing her fingers through her long blonde hair Elezeth rose from her seat to hide the bottle of pills and retrieve her naval jacket that completed her grey Imperial Naval Tunic uniform.
Buttoning up her jacket a communication alarm broke her silent meditations. Leaning to accept the call, a holographic video feed materialized above her desk. A young faced Imperial Ensign stared back at her. "Yes Ensign, report." Elezeth spoke down to him with her usual cold professional tone. "M'am we are coming up on Corellian System. Helmsmen inform me we will be exiting hyperspace transit in the next eight minutes." Elezeth finishing buttoning her jacket adjusted her high collar and nodded to the ensign. "Very good. I'll be heading to the bridge to see our arrival and docking, have communications officer prep a hailing call to the Naval Base." The ensign saluted in confirmation "Yes, m'am." Elezeth cut the feed and marched to the exit of her cabin. She drew in a deep breath and banished the vulnerable PTSD suffering soldier and replaced her with the stone cold commander that had come to be known by most around the Corellian Sector as the Nightmare of Corellia - the demon naval commander who hunted Rebellion ships and was the stuff of terrors.
Elezeth marched down the corridor of the Imperial-II Class Frigate Pursuer, her boots making a harsh thumping rhythm as they meet the durasteel floor plating. Naval cadets and officers alike saluted her as she passed onto the repulsorlift. Reaching the bridge she arrive just as the elongated streaks of stars bleed back into singular dots and the vast blue and green orb of Corellia expanded into vision beyond the other side of the transparasteel windows.
"Inform the Admiral that Elezeth of the Pursuer has arrived." Elezeth commanded a near by officer in the pits below, "Let him know we'll be docking for maintenance in the shipyards if he requires my presence for a report."
"Aye, aye M'am." called back the officer.
Outside Corellian System
Aboard the Imperial-II Class Frigate Pursuer
Junior Lieutenant Elezeth Grimgast shivered in her seat with her eyes squeezed shut. A sudden jolt from her flinching boy ran up her spin and sent her head up in a sharp upward incline. She lunged forward causing the naval jacket she was using as a blanket to flop onto the steel floor of her captain's quarters. Heavily gasping for air she lowered her heads into her hands. She could feel the coarse skin that ran down the left of her face. A cascade of poorly healed burn wounds. Her heavy panting subsided to more normalized breathing but, the weight of every breath still lingered.
Another nightmare. No. Another flashback to that day over Endor. The day she lost most of her crew and the body she once knew. Shaky hands stretched out to the Imperial Doctor prescribed medication that rested on the side desk to her right. She reached for the bottle and as her unsteady hands grabbed it the pills inside rattle as they absorbed the inconsistent movement of Elezeth's fingers. Swallowing a pill Elezeth slumped backwards into her chair. She closed her eyes once more, she needed the rest, but, when the darkness fell the images of battle and doom returned. She broke open her eyes once more. A sigh slipped from her lips. It seemed she was doomed to be forever haunted. She would only be exorcised of these demons ones the souls of the lost were satisfied, until she was satisfied. Until the Rebellion was crushed. Rubbing her face and then passing her fingers through her long blonde hair Elezeth rose from her seat to hide the bottle of pills and retrieve her naval jacket that completed her grey Imperial Naval Tunic uniform.
Buttoning up her jacket a communication alarm broke her silent meditations. Leaning to accept the call, a holographic video feed materialized above her desk. A young faced Imperial Ensign stared back at her. "Yes Ensign, report." Elezeth spoke down to him with her usual cold professional tone. "M'am we are coming up on Corellian System. Helmsmen inform me we will be exiting hyperspace transit in the next eight minutes." Elezeth finishing buttoning her jacket adjusted her high collar and nodded to the ensign. "Very good. I'll be heading to the bridge to see our arrival and docking, have communications officer prep a hailing call to the Naval Base." The ensign saluted in confirmation "Yes, m'am." Elezeth cut the feed and marched to the exit of her cabin. She drew in a deep breath and banished the vulnerable PTSD suffering soldier and replaced her with the stone cold commander that had come to be known by most around the Corellian Sector as the Nightmare of Corellia - the demon naval commander who hunted Rebellion ships and was the stuff of terrors.
Elezeth marched down the corridor of the Imperial-II Class Frigate Pursuer, her boots making a harsh thumping rhythm as they meet the durasteel floor plating. Naval cadets and officers alike saluted her as she passed onto the repulsorlift. Reaching the bridge she arrive just as the elongated streaks of stars bleed back into singular dots and the vast blue and green orb of Corellia expanded into vision beyond the other side of the transparasteel windows.
"Inform the Admiral that Elezeth of the Pursuer has arrived." Elezeth commanded a near by officer in the pits below, "Let him know we'll be docking for maintenance in the shipyards if he requires my presence for a report."
"Aye, aye M'am." called back the officer.