Raider
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OOC: While this is Open. Do keep in mind my character is within Imperial Space and onboard his flagship.
*The Imperial Star Destroyer Relentless slide silently through the empty void of deep space. Its spearhead shaped superstructure pointed toward the Alliance-Imperial border, one-one tenths light-year away. On board the Relentless Imperial Admiral Lucien Darch was in is personal chamber. A glass of Hapan gold wine held with his right hand and a datapad occupying his left. The Admiral's usual calm facial expression had gradually morphed into an annoyed frown as he read through the datapad's contents. The datapad contained his "new" orders. Which were merely a copy/paste of his previous orders to patrol this border sector with an added addition to be "extra vigilant". He scoffed at the ridiculousness of such an addition for a sector that had been quiet for the entire war and had no strategic value.*
*He placed the datapad down and took a slip of his Hapan gold wine. The Sith-led Empire had not gone in the manner he had hoped it would. The creation of a Sith Caste that stood above the senior officers of the Imperial Military was to him was an insult to the officer corps. He had spent his entire adult life in the Imperial Navy and now he was suppose to take orders from inexperienced commanders young enough to be his children? The after battle reports for the naval engagement at Saleucami had only cemented his views of the matter. The strategic and tactical decisions that had been made were those he would expect from new cadets at the academy and not the Empire's frontline naval commanders. He was especially irked that he had been placed over for that thrust against the Alliance in favor of Admiral Wahia.*
"Damned pirate," he muttered darkly.
*He had also been passed over for the strike against the traitor Imperial Knights. And yet again in the latest blow against the former bodyguards' of the long dead Emperor. He took a gulp that drained the last of his Hapan wine and set the glass down. He stood up, straightening out his uniform, all emotion on his face vanishing behind the iron discipline that three and a half decades in the Navy had instilled in him. He would feel better on bridge. He stepped around his desk, stode across his room, and stepped into the hallway.*
*The Imperial Star Destroyer Relentless slide silently through the empty void of deep space. Its spearhead shaped superstructure pointed toward the Alliance-Imperial border, one-one tenths light-year away. On board the Relentless Imperial Admiral Lucien Darch was in is personal chamber. A glass of Hapan gold wine held with his right hand and a datapad occupying his left. The Admiral's usual calm facial expression had gradually morphed into an annoyed frown as he read through the datapad's contents. The datapad contained his "new" orders. Which were merely a copy/paste of his previous orders to patrol this border sector with an added addition to be "extra vigilant". He scoffed at the ridiculousness of such an addition for a sector that had been quiet for the entire war and had no strategic value.*
*He placed the datapad down and took a slip of his Hapan gold wine. The Sith-led Empire had not gone in the manner he had hoped it would. The creation of a Sith Caste that stood above the senior officers of the Imperial Military was to him was an insult to the officer corps. He had spent his entire adult life in the Imperial Navy and now he was suppose to take orders from inexperienced commanders young enough to be his children? The after battle reports for the naval engagement at Saleucami had only cemented his views of the matter. The strategic and tactical decisions that had been made were those he would expect from new cadets at the academy and not the Empire's frontline naval commanders. He was especially irked that he had been placed over for that thrust against the Alliance in favor of Admiral Wahia.*
"Damned pirate," he muttered darkly.
*He had also been passed over for the strike against the traitor Imperial Knights. And yet again in the latest blow against the former bodyguards' of the long dead Emperor. He took a gulp that drained the last of his Hapan wine and set the glass down. He stood up, straightening out his uniform, all emotion on his face vanishing behind the iron discipline that three and a half decades in the Navy had instilled in him. He would feel better on bridge. He stepped around his desk, stode across his room, and stepped into the hallway.*