The Art of Naval Warfare II

[Silver Cutlass]

War Room of the Concord, Deep Space, 1800 Hours​

For an Admiral, the bridge of their flagship was as close to home as you could get on the front lines. In these days of Rebellion, for Myra Elysar, it was her home.

Crew members, some ex-Alliance, some concerned civilians, walked throughout the corridors of the ship. A few men and women still wore the uniform of the fallen Galactic Alliance, but most wore whatever they could find, and a few of them looked like total slobs. Regardless of their appearance and their species, they were all here for one reason and one reason only: they opposed the New Sith Imperium.

And to go along with their opposition to the Empire, they also wanted to tear down their awful organization and dethrone the evil Sith. But to do that would require war. And in this modern age, most of that war was fought in the empty vacuum of space. Naval strength was a necessity for any military power, and this the Empire was definitely aware of. With countless millions of starships, they were the military power in the galaxy, and worthy to be feared. And in the other corner, ready to fight against them, were the forces of the Rebellion, cobbled together by Terrsyn Pearot and Kara Vaalki to bring them down.

The only problem: the Rebel Fleet wasn't even a glint in the bright eyes of the Imperial Navy. With barely enough ships to be considered a weak sector defense force, if the Rebels went head-to-head with even one percent of the Empire's Fleet, then that'd be the last anyone heard of any Rebellion.

Myra Elysar, former Admiral in the Galactic Alliance Navy, veteran commander of the Battle of Coruscant and the Alliance Remnant, currently a Rebel Commander, sought to rectify this predicament to the best of her abilities. Given a decent bit of authority in the Rebellion, a place in it's Fleet, and an MC200 Star Defender as a flagship, Myra had called together several interested members of the Rebel Fleet for an exercise and training lesson in Naval Tactics.

The last time she held the same exercise, which was decently successful, Myra was able to drag along a couple warships for some real-time practice combat. However, with several operations going at this moment, there were no warships to spare for a training exercise. To make due, though, Myra came up with an good solution to make it through.

She glared through the War Room, into the Bridge that was connected to it, and looked past the large viewport of the bridge, and she caught a glimpse of it. A once great warship, a sign of the Galactic Alliance's Power and Security. This was the Ether Hawk, the baby of her fellow Commander Kylis Risenfel. It was his flagship, and it had been through a lot with him, similar to her former flagship, the Sentinel.

At current, the thing was, at best, at fifteen-percent it's operation capacity. And it looked like hell. In a state of heavy disarray, many highly damaged pieces were gone, revealing the jutting durasteel frame. It was also connected, via more durasteel frameworks, to an MC200 Star Defender, code-named the Hawk Dock. From afar, the two messy ships looked like nothing more than a Raxus Prime-level mess of framework and warships.

Since the capital ship warfare exercise would have to be done via interactive hologram rather than practiced in the vacuum, Myra needed someone else experienced enough to provide advice, tactical knowledge, and commentary to make things interesting, and give the trainees another experienced head to listen to. So, she contacted Kylis, and arranged for the exercise to be done at the Ether Hawk's current location.

"Commander Elysar, we've established secure comm-connection to Hawk Dock." A young Human girl informed her. She wasn't more than seventeen, eighteen years old, and was probably a recent recruit. Myra nodded in acknowledgement. "Send Commander Risenfel docking codes and clear a shuttle bay for him. No sense in wasting time unnecessarily." The young recruit affirmed the order then carried on into the Bridge, carrying out her orders.

Myra approached one of the middle-aged Rodians sitting at a Terminal within the War Room, leaning in to speak with him. "Send a message to all the exercise participants. We'll be ready to begin shortly. Also, make sure Oracle and Rev Squadrons have their fighter warmed up and on stand-by for when the starfighter portion of this begins." He spoke an acknowledgement in his native tongue while Myra nodded in return, and headed back over to stand before the large Holographic table in the center of the War Room. Hopefully, by the time this exercise was over, the Rebels would be able to stand a slightly better chance against the might of the Imperial Navy.

 

[BZenwrath]

Rorick was roaming the Concord. The ship appeared to have gone through a maelstrom of battle. He shuttered for a moment when realizing what it could've taken to rip a beast like this apart... In truth, Rorick wasn't comfortable aboard a warship, he would much rather be on the ground where he could make the most notable difference. However, he knew necessity would no doubt bring him into the battles that were carried out in the perils of space. He wanted to be prepared for when that day came. Naturally, when the opportunity to join in the naval combat simulations arose, Rorick took it. It would be a learning experience, but he liked to imagine that his experience from the Old Imperial Knights would help him cope with the situation. Perhaps with practice and study, he would eventually be able to use his battle meditation to help support his allies.

Rorick stopped his walk mid stride upon receiving the message to report in at war room. Immediately he turned and quickly made his way towards the war room He wasn't sure where he would possibly fit in during the training exercise given his skills, but he would nevertheless fill whatever role he could to the best of his ability. He grew nervous, he didn't want to disappoint anyone... Even if it was just a training exercise.

Upon arriving in the room, Rorick took note of his superior the only way he really knew how. As the old Imperial Knights once did, snapped to attention before standing at ease, and greeted the woman,"Commander Elysar, Marshall Helmt reporting." It may not have been required but this was Rorick's show of respect, even if the rebels were not as formal as what he was once used to. After the greeting he stood at ease, off to the side where he wouldn't be in the way as he awaited any of the others included in the lesson.

 

[Cortan]

It was true, sadly. Few in the Rebellion these days have the full training and experience that should have part of Naval Command. The fleets, once many in number, had fallen into disarray and confusion after Coruscant, and then lost almost all critical coherence as a result of Stazi's defeat. Anything left, from the fleets themselves down to smaller, functionary components, had been left to struggle for survival in the years thereafter, their craft - both ship and skill - lost as the years drew on.
Needless to say, he was quite pleased to hear about exercises such as these then.
"Ngh..." You wouldn't necessarily realise it though, from the ache he seemed to walk with. He shook his head several times over in the span of a second, depressing a switch on his medicine box. Out came the pill, which he subsequently swallowed, attempting to ease his pain...

The joys of a woeful immune system.

Still, Donkur was making his way through the corridors of the Concord, taking in the architecture. It was a ship clearly built different from what he was used to - much of the outside and inside was rounded in some fashion, curved like an aquatic shape. Seemed fair enough, given its designers, but compared to the craft he had previously commanded and been upon, it just felt so strange. He didn't let the unfamiliarity show too much however as he slipped through the doors that parted with a slight hiss, saluting not quite so strictly as another fellow to have recently entered in.
"Ex-Captain Donkur Ivellok, reporting in." There was a small hint of irony at least in his tone as he spoke, trying to work up a better mood as he made his way towards the holographic table. It had been a long time since he'd conducted a battle in this sort of fashion - he had much more of a preference for the chair.

"So then... what shall be the scenario, ma'am?" Donkur was curious as to what craft they may or may not command - or indeed, what his position in the scheme of things would be. With the Quasar undergoing some minor fixes, and much of its crew shuffled around to do other things within the Rebellion - like fixing up the ship that stood across from them, like a staring, skeletal beast - all he really had to do today was to take part in this exercise somehow. Too weak to do the heavy lifting, and not technically savvy enough to at least instruct in the repair work. So that was that.

 

[Aaron Corinth]

Aaron had been dispatched with the MC200 for a training exercise. He had been allowed a space in the docking bay for their ship. Sabrina had been somewhat of a loner lately, going where he wanted to go but remaining mostly emotionless. He left the ship as he heard the comms crackling to life with the call for participants to report to the war room for scenario. He had not been in any formal space battle nor had he been given any formal training of what to do. He followed the curving corridor around and out of the ship onto the MC200's deck.

He casually made his way through the bay seeing multiple starfighters warming and preparing their ships. He had been on the ship before on their trip to Geonosis and the instructor he believed was the same as the one that joined him then. He found things interesting and ironic with the rebellion and the slow venture to destroy the sith. He arrived in the war room just after an alien. He saw the familiar face of the commander standing in the center of the room. He greeted her warmly, "Commander Elysar, It is a pleasure to see you again. I trust this encounter will be as productive as our last."

Following the statement he glanced down at the holographic table and out the window at a station they were approaching. He was excited but somewhat reserved as he had only flown and used a turret of a freighter and without the help of Sabrina he could not have done that. He felt his place was on the ground with a blaster or sword whichever the occasion might require. However, he knew with the rebellion chances were quite high that he would be expected to fight with a ship. He continued staring into the table as he thought of what was to come.