Pro Verum nostri Imperium

[Festy_Dog]

"Ah, I misunderstood. I apologise," Jarrun said, bowing his head.

 

[DralonXitz]

Jarrun is taken aback by the belittling of all the efforts he had ever made in the name of the Emperor, but he realises he must accept this treatment in order to improve himself. Humility is a quality desired in good servants. He swallows his pride, and is thankful for the lesson he is taught.

"My Lord, is it known to what extent the Rebels shared information regarding this facilities' existence amoungst themselves?" he asked in his raspy tones.

The commander softly runs his hand across the soft half of his face, deeply analyzing the eyes patterns and movements behind the eyes of Jarrun. Softly smiling, he replies, "The Rebels have thus far kept it secret, within their own faculty and members at the Academy itself. Apparently, they wish to keep it a top piece of classified intel, even from Rebel High Command, until they are fully ready to unveil it"

Zidane's eyes widen at the Zabrak's declaration of his incompetance. A few seconds later the reason dawned on him.
Clever.... He thought to himself. I'll have to use that on my own troops some time. Assuming there is a some time for me after this.

"I assume this will be a solo mission... no contingent of stormtroopers at our backs. If that is so, what kind of assistance can we expect? I assume transportation will be arranged, but what about supplies? Will we have access to the Imperial Armory before heading out?"

Slightly impressed by the obvious shift of demeanor and attitude in Zidane's eyes, the commander moves his eyes to the man and answers, "No Stormtroopers shall assist you, no Recon outfits, no air support. This is a strictly Veritas Imperius operation, and you all are trained to handle it. The only assistance you shall receive is transportation, via one of my trusted charter pilots, a man named Taton Noktrar, a former Trade Federation pilot."

Grabbing a smooth vial of some softly blue colored liquid from the side of his desk, he sips it softly, taking in the exotic spirit with some measure of pride. Setting it down on the desk, he resumes.

"The man shall meet you at Spaceport 21E, in the Business District, dock 11. He's instructed to take you to Scyliokar III for business issues, and then to take you to your new location after that, and return you. Ensure you maintain the guise of business professionals, and not professional assassins. Should he learn otherwise, well..." softly smiling, "Handle it.

As far as weapons, you'll have access to our personal weapons cache after this briefing, which Count Sycophant shall escort you to"

"This isn't about the Rebels." Kran gives the Zabrak a glance. "This is about the knowledge that we know what they know. That relay staion could very well be Imperial, but if what we know gets out the the rebels will scatter like vermin from the light. These men have shown honor sending the information to us, but we can't trust them not to speak of their knowledge to others. After all, their lives are spent passing information."

...

"I suppose I have one question, How large is the station, How many people does it hold?"

Sipping again at his exotic spirit, he glances at the bold man and coldly answers, "Half correct Kran, however, like most naive, immature men these days, you talk out of your station.

You have two objectives within this mission. Your first is to go to Scyliokar III and collect the intelligence, and ensure noone else lives to share the information. Your second, after reporting back to VI Command, is to act upon it if viable, which we shall determine at the appropriate time."

Sensing the obvious lack in uniformity of emotions within the man, he sees the flaw in his defense, and goes for the kill, advancing his argument as a commander directs a Legion.

"I can obviously see the apathetic attitude, and lack of attention from your maternal guardian has affected your spirits somewhat Kran, however..." glaring him directly in the eye, conveying a synthesis of arrogance, superiority, and obvious victory in the debate, "Do attempt to constrain your petulant tones and feelings, at least while in the presence of the man who controls your life now."

 

[Paper_Bard]

Zidane chuckles at the Zabrak's harsh words.
"In the Imperial Navy... if a man wants his mommy, we send him home... through the airlock.... without a space suit." He grins at Kran. "Sound fun, Kran?"

 

[LogicsFate]

My mother? Kran turns fully to the Zabrak, nearly having to chock down a mixture of Hate, contempt and bile. Yes, Sir Demi-human scum. Will that be all?... Sir. Kran manages a smile against all odds.

 

[LogicsFate]

Zidane chuckles at the Zabrak's harsh words.
"In the Imperial Navy... if a man wants his mommy, we send him home... through the airlock.... without a space suit." He grins at Kran. "Sound fun, Kran?"

"Only with a little company." He says sounding more like a threat than an affirmation. "Perhaps we can speak more of airlocks and space later, right now we have buisness to attend."

 

[Paper_Bard]

Zidane grins. Touche. At least he's not completely incompetant. He thinks to himself. I might just be able to pull this off without having to kill these fools.

 

[DralonXitz]

The commander smiles at the anger building up within the young Imperial, and relishes in his own personal victory. Momentarily savoring it, he finishes quickly, and continues on with the business at hand.

"Since it appears any questions or comments have been resolved, you all are dismissed. Sycophant here," he says, motioning to the masked figure now standing at the door, "Will escort you to the armory, and get you prepared for your mission. Move out"

As the commander finishes speaking, the mysterious, robed figure steps out of the cold, coldly commanding, "Follow me." Not waiting for a reply, he begins to walk across the hall, heading towards a small silver passageway at the other side.

 

[Paper_Bard]

Zidane gets up and follows the robed figure. As he passes Kran he whispers in his ear.
"If you want to get through this mission alive, I suggest you follow my lead. I'm the only one here with any notable leadership. Follow my orders and I won't have to court marshall you."

 

[LogicsFate]

Kran allows a moment to start following Sycophant, untill the group is out is that Demi-humans room. As soon as they are out he reply's in a cool whisper. "I was just considering that very topic, I've come to a conclusion. We, the four of us, are not a unit, we are not your unit, we are a team." He talks louder for everyone to hear "We are a team, chosen of the Empire, and I plan to work as a team. For you three are my brothers in spirit and cause." He goes back to a low whisper for Zidane. "Feel free to bark orders, If they're good orders I'll put them into consideration. I do not consider you my superior, not matter what your rank was. It doesn't mean dung any more." Rasing his voice for the benefit of the others. He takes on a cheery tone. "We are now a team of equals. Welcome, to a special ops!"

 

[Festy_Dog]

The armoury. Jarrun liked the armoury, his things were in there. The tools for a better existence. Not that he was a particularly simple-minded man, far from it, his education was like that of his present peers, extensive and expensive.

The chatter of the others seemed... irrelevant. It grated against him, but he was patient. Eventually things would be as they should be.