Galactic Empire: Serving the New Order

Without another word, you were marched along the long, dull grey corridors. Passing many closed doors, it seemed like the place was empty. The echo of the footsteps through the corridor didn't help this at all. In a few minutes, you reached the end of the corridor and a group of Imperial Navy Troopers. They motioned to a large, cargo sized turbolift.

Once inside, the turbolift descended for another minute, and then stopped to reveal a very large gathering of stromtroopers, officers, navy troopers, and technicians. In front of the chaos as they all moved around chaotically, an older looking human officer, wearing rank insignias that showed him to be a Captain, spoke, "Do you plan to shoot me or shall we get to business?"

The voice was sarcastic, mocking, and yet deadpan at the same time.

"Not unless I'm ordered to." Archimedes takes in the chaos around here. "What exactly are we looking at... and why hasn't anyone imposed the Emperor's Order here?"

Commander Xitz slowly examines the room, amazed by the level of Imperial's in the area. As he moves his glance to the Captain, he skepticlly glances at him, taking in his comments.

"Captain Daxxon, I believe what we are looking at is just as I suspected. General Kardon here is no better than the Rebels. He's running his own show."

Grinning, he looks back to Tyrcus and asks, "And you thought I was a fool Tyrcus."

There was a hand signal from the Captain, and the stormtroopers that had escorted you raised their weapons. His black gloved hand still up, the man stepped over and stood face to face with Dralon, "Under authorization by Grand General Kardon and your Vice Admiral, you are stripped of your rank and demoted to Officer Cadet."

At that, he reached up, grabbed the rank insignia on Dralon's uniform, and tore them off. Tossing it to the ground, the Captain stepped back and looked past Dralon to the others, "Major Gair Rannick, you now have command of this unit. Do not think that all of you have escaped your punishment for insuboridination. As you can see, we are dealing with a very sensitive situation. A Rebel fleet has just exited hyperspace and engaged both the defense fleet and the 5th fleet. The Rebels have already destroyed three support craft and three assault transports have landed. These dedicated men here are preparing defenses and getting ready to do their job. Thanks to you, the defenses around the traitors has been thinned out even more. You will follow me to the command station."

He paused, turned on one foot, and started through the mass of Imperials. Interestingly enough, all of the men got out of the Captain's way without touching him or disturbing their preparation. To the left, one of the stormtroopers motioned with his rifle and spoke in the modulated tone the helmet created, "Move."

Tyrcus turned to Xitz.

"While the urge to gloat is strong, Cadet, I do think we should show the General that some of us have the will to resist our baser urges." He paused. "And that's Lt. Tyrcus to you, Cadet."

He continued on, following the General.

As his rank is stripped away, he coldly glares at the Captain, "You fool. You may think you have won Captain, but you have no idea who you have just done this to. My father is Fleet Admiral Typhora Xitz, commander of the Annihilator, answering directly to the Grand Admirals. By morning, you and the Vice Admiral will be mining spice in Sullust. And as for Lien, well, let's just say he has friends in high Places."

Not doing anything stupid for once, he quickly follows his men to the Command Center.

Rannick salutes the Captain and says "Yes, sir."

Turning to the others, he says "You heard the man... move." and he follows after, shooting Xitz a look of contempt as he passes the man.

"Yes Sir." Archimedes follows Major Rannick through the crowd.

Well this is certainly interesting... I wonder what old Dax would say about this. Hopefully the major won't turn out to be so rash... and hopefully he'll have the spine to do whatever is necessary to complete the mission. I'll have to keep my eye on him, he's been good so far, but he's no Stormtrooper.

"Lets go get those traitors."

Devlin stood in the room at attention and did not say a word as the Captain spoke, or even at Daxxson's response. Instead, he stood professionally, eyes and ears taking in everything around him. He was already in lock step behind the Captain and his escorts when Maj. Rannick ordered the group to move out.


[OOC: I'll be away from computer/internet access until as late as Monday night. Feel free to control Devlin as necessary. At the moment, he has no intentions of sticking his foot in his mouth.]

It was a short walk to the command center. In fact, it was just another section outside an inner wall that everyone seemed to be avoiding. Likely that was the first part of the sealed off area where the traitors were. All that the command center consisted of was a pulled in holoprojector, a few consoles that probably weren't there the day before, and a mess of command personell debating and working.

The Captain approached an older man in a white uniform(with the so many bars that it would have been impossible for the man to be anything but the Grand General), saluted, and spoke a few words. The General nodded, and motioned to the holoprojector, which activated and showed an image of the schematics of a building.

"We will leave personal matters behind for the moment," General Kardon spoke in the voice they already recognized. He watched them all with a critical eye, but had the look of a man in business mode, "These are the schematics to the building we have the traitors holed up in. As you can see, we are currently on the outer edge, with the inner areas being the ones sealed off."

The base suddenly shook violently. Many of the conversations stopped, waiting for the voice that came over the base's intercomm system, "Rebel troops have landed and have breached the base in multiple locations!"

The General scowled and tried to ignore the voice, "We're too overconfident..." trailing off, he motioned back to the holoprojector as troops started to scramble, "There are two major entrances to that building that we have not been able to cut off. The first are the sewer lines, which drain off about seven kilometers to the west. The second is a vertical ventilation shaft that leads directly into the building. We attempted cutting off both, but they locked us out of the system controls. We have confirmed that there are twenty five traitors, not including the three trainers that led the defection. The degree of training among the troops ranges from new recruits to long time warriors."

He paused and sighed heavily, obviously distracted by the earlier actions of the day, "I can't say there's any good way to get in there. All of the main entrances are well defended, they've got heavy weaponry that held off two previous attempts to get to them. It is possible that they would not expect a smaller attack from a group your size, but the angle of attack is your decision. I can only advise you on where our previous attempts have failed."