Park Kraken
Nov 21st, 2016, 04:59:59 PM
In the annals of history, the writers who stood at the pinnacle of the victorious would begin this Imperial tale like many others, showcasing the backdrop of space being interrupted by the gleaming white hull of an Imperial Star Destroyer, the Suppressor which was the command ship of Admiral Park Kraken.
That assumes of course that any mention of this mysterious mission ever made it to the eyes of the public. The secretious method in which they arrived, through the backdoors of Imperial Command Channels, made it very unlikely that it would be the case even though said orders didn't actually come with any kind of top secret clearance authorizations, not even an 'your eyes only' kind of note.
A flurry of shuttle and starfighter activity lit up the spaceway between his destroyer and a trio of other Imperial starships nearby. The Escort Carrier Disdain which had ferried a full complement of starfighters to his ship. The Reliance class Star Hauler Visceral, carrying several thousand Imperial soldiers, sailors, and ground assault vehices. The Action V-Transport Star Bright, chartered out of Borelias with general supplies and provisions. Standing off to the side of the action was the escort for the three ship convoy, the Loronar Strike Cruiser Mako, modified to hold three squadrons of starfighters.
For the past few months the Suppressor had been conducting missions that were combination in part training cruises and part patrol, responding to occasional distress calls whether they be caused by criminal activity such as piracy or smuggling, or perhaps occasional natural disasters. While Park didn't mind undertaking these types of missions as they benefitted the Empire in some way or another, this wasn't the path that he would've chosen for his career.
Originally, on the slim chance that he survived the war between the Empire and Rebellion, he had thought about possibly retiring from the Navy and starting a family, depending on course as to how powerful he had grown within the ranks of the Empire. If he had become say a Fleet Admiral then he would probably continue service until the day he died or became too feeble.
But now that future had changed drastically. He had survived the war so to speak, but that war didn't end with the Rebellion being crushed beneath the boot heel of the Empire. Rather, it had evolved into a proxy cold war, with official treaties signed, signed no less! His blood had boiled as such at the time that he had almost taken his command and seperated from the Empire to conduct his own independent war against the Rebellion. He had even made secretive inquiries as such to other units rumored to be similarily unsettled, a fact in which he'd been watching his back over ever since. Just because he no longer had such ambitions doesn't mean others would look to make sure he didn't act on them.
His musings over the future came to an end with the clicking of boot heels on the bridge as a junior officer came to attention closeby. Glancing up with his curved hand still stroaking his goatee softly, Park nodded slightly for the Lieutenant to proceed with his report.
"Sir, ninety percent of the provisions and replacements have been loaded aboard. Estimated time to completion is one hour."
"Make it forty five minutes Lieutenant," Park replied with a smile. It felt good to be back in proper action once again.
That assumes of course that any mention of this mysterious mission ever made it to the eyes of the public. The secretious method in which they arrived, through the backdoors of Imperial Command Channels, made it very unlikely that it would be the case even though said orders didn't actually come with any kind of top secret clearance authorizations, not even an 'your eyes only' kind of note.
A flurry of shuttle and starfighter activity lit up the spaceway between his destroyer and a trio of other Imperial starships nearby. The Escort Carrier Disdain which had ferried a full complement of starfighters to his ship. The Reliance class Star Hauler Visceral, carrying several thousand Imperial soldiers, sailors, and ground assault vehices. The Action V-Transport Star Bright, chartered out of Borelias with general supplies and provisions. Standing off to the side of the action was the escort for the three ship convoy, the Loronar Strike Cruiser Mako, modified to hold three squadrons of starfighters.
For the past few months the Suppressor had been conducting missions that were combination in part training cruises and part patrol, responding to occasional distress calls whether they be caused by criminal activity such as piracy or smuggling, or perhaps occasional natural disasters. While Park didn't mind undertaking these types of missions as they benefitted the Empire in some way or another, this wasn't the path that he would've chosen for his career.
Originally, on the slim chance that he survived the war between the Empire and Rebellion, he had thought about possibly retiring from the Navy and starting a family, depending on course as to how powerful he had grown within the ranks of the Empire. If he had become say a Fleet Admiral then he would probably continue service until the day he died or became too feeble.
But now that future had changed drastically. He had survived the war so to speak, but that war didn't end with the Rebellion being crushed beneath the boot heel of the Empire. Rather, it had evolved into a proxy cold war, with official treaties signed, signed no less! His blood had boiled as such at the time that he had almost taken his command and seperated from the Empire to conduct his own independent war against the Rebellion. He had even made secretive inquiries as such to other units rumored to be similarily unsettled, a fact in which he'd been watching his back over ever since. Just because he no longer had such ambitions doesn't mean others would look to make sure he didn't act on them.
His musings over the future came to an end with the clicking of boot heels on the bridge as a junior officer came to attention closeby. Glancing up with his curved hand still stroaking his goatee softly, Park nodded slightly for the Lieutenant to proceed with his report.
"Sir, ninety percent of the provisions and replacements have been loaded aboard. Estimated time to completion is one hour."
"Make it forty five minutes Lieutenant," Park replied with a smile. It felt good to be back in proper action once again.