by Aeritai » Sun Oct 20, 2019 8:16 pm
by Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States » Mon Oct 21, 2019 12:54 pm
by Bolslania » Mon Oct 21, 2019 2:28 pm
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by The Verdantderm Lands » Mon Oct 21, 2019 10:12 pm
Bolslania wrote:Tong-Falk class escort carrier "Feng Chao""Azure lead to Bridge, over." Cmdr Andrew Ette said into the comm station headpiece. He was standing on the bomber flight deck, surrounded by his flight leaders, all of them asking one question
"Yes Azure lead, over?" Came the reply.
"Connect me to the Captain, please, over." He put the comm station on speaker, and the others clustered in.
They had been stuck onto surprise convoy escort duty, but they were rigged up for assault fleet support, and they wanted to know why.
by Ormata » Mon Oct 21, 2019 11:29 pm
“While not ‘official’, I have heard from a reliable source about our next mission. We will be attached to a small convoy of transports. It may be that the official cargo and destination of the supplies has been compromised by the spies of the rebel scum, so there are a number of operations going on. First, if we encounter the rebels, we will be closer stopping the leak. Second, the Fēng-Cháo will not be listed as part of the convoy, so it’s possible that we may be an unexpected surprise on the rebels, or possible pirates. Third, we will gather intelligence and perhaps be able to narrow down the location of the rebel base in this sector of space. Also, if we encounter ships and fighters with outrigger propulsion modules, like Y-Wing Fighters, IF, you are not exposing yourself to undue risk, disable their drives so we may have prisoners to interrogate. ”
"As to the composition of the Group, it was a matter of availability and timing."
The Captain smiled and asked, “Any thoughts, ladies and gentlemen?”
by The Verdantderm Lands » Tue Oct 22, 2019 1:25 pm
Ormata wrote:Commander Leatal, 438th Fighter Squadron
Fēng-Cháo
“Do you have any word on the scheduling for this convoy, ma’am? It’s last port and next? When and where we are to rendezvous with the convoy? I need to know for the Alert Fighter scheduling purposes.”
by Endem » Tue Oct 22, 2019 1:48 pm
by Argonopolis » Tue Oct 22, 2019 7:58 pm
by The Verdantderm Lands » Tue Oct 22, 2019 9:27 pm
Argonopolis wrote:Tong-Falk class escort carrier "Feng Chao"
Commander Castor Vexlistened to the briefing with a well practiced stoicism. A pretend escort mission turned into an ambush seemed like a solid plan to try to catch some rebels unaware, but one had to always plan for the worst. The commander of the Death Star had basically ignored the rebel fighters, thinking them useless against a moon-sized battle-station. His hubris had been his downfall and led to the death of so many brave soldiers. All they had to do was send out some interceptors when the fighters had first been sighted and the Death Star would still be intact and the Rebel spirit crushed. Castor turned his thought from past failures to the current mission. The attackers had to be planning to overcome an escort, so the surprise wouldn't give much of an advantage. Another problem was the hidden nature of the cargo and the Rebel's goal with it. It would be a completely different mission if they needed to stop a theft versus stopping the destruction of the cargo. Finally, the rebel mole could have leaked the Feng Chao's involvement as well. There was a chance that they were headed into a rebel ambush, and he had to do his best to prepare.
"Captain, I have some concerns as well, mainly about the cargo. What is so important about it that the rebels are willing to risk outing a mole to get it."
by Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States » Wed Oct 23, 2019 10:48 am
by Bolslania » Wed Oct 23, 2019 4:49 pm
The Verdantderm Lands wrote:Ormata wrote:Commander Leatal, 438th Fighter Squadron
Fēng-Cháo
“Do you have any word on the scheduling for this convoy, ma’am? It’s last port and next? When and where we are to rendezvous with the convoy? I need to know for the Alert Fighter scheduling purposes.”
Captain Raphe Zhǔ, Tong-Falk class escort carrier Fēng-Cháo
"No, Commander Leatal," the Captain Zhǔanswered and then continued, "I am sorry, there is no further information, at this time. As I stated previously, the general mission profile is from a trusted but unofficial source, a brother in arms, you might say. After official orders arrive, there will be a mission briefing as soon as we are underway."
Raphe felt a little sorry for the Commander. She'd just given him a morsel of information that concerned him professionally. As a professional, the Captain appreciated his zeal. Still, he needed to conserve that fire, temper that steel, with patience. She sipped her chai, noticing Leatal's expressions. He was judging her, she imagined, comparing his own standard of conduct to what he perceived about hers. He didn't know her well enough not to have questions. That would be fine for now, as long as he obeyed her.
The Captain looked at her chronograph and said to her officers, "At this time, we have put a block on all outgoing personal communications."
Then the Captain turned her attention to Commander Ette, the leader of the bomber squadron. "Commander Ette, I believe you had some concerns, earlier"?
by Bolslania » Wed Oct 23, 2019 4:58 pm
The Verdantderm Lands wrote:Argonopolis wrote:Tong-Falk class escort carrier "Feng Chao"
Commander Castor Vexlistened to the briefing with a well practiced stoicism. A pretend escort mission turned into an ambush seemed like a solid plan to try to catch some rebels unaware, but one had to always plan for the worst. The commander of the Death Star had basically ignored the rebel fighters, thinking them useless against a moon-sized battle-station. His hubris had been his downfall and led to the death of so many brave soldiers. All they had to do was send out some interceptors when the fighters had first been sighted and the Death Star would still be intact and the Rebel spirit crushed. Castor turned his thought from past failures to the current mission. The attackers had to be planning to overcome an escort, so the surprise wouldn't give much of an advantage. Another problem was the hidden nature of the cargo and the Rebel's goal with it. It would be a completely different mission if they needed to stop a theft versus stopping the destruction of the cargo. Finally, the rebel mole could have leaked the Feng Chao's involvement as well. There was a chance that they were headed into a rebel ambush, and he had to do his best to prepare.
"Captain, I have some concerns as well, mainly about the cargo. What is so important about it that the rebels are willing to risk outing a mole to get it."
Captain Raphe Zhǔ, Tong-Falk class escort carrier Feng Chao
The Captain turned from Cmdr. Ette to Cmdr. Vox, "Mister Vox, this mission is very compartmentalized. The short story is I don't know. I don't know what cargo is in the transports. I don't know know if real information was compromised. I just need to be the best Escort Carrier Captain that I can be, follow the orders given to me, and complete the mission while bringing back as many of my pilots and crew as I can."
The Captain breathed a sigh and then addressed the entire room again. "It's natural to be curious about what's in the transports, but it's not your job. The convoy may simply have spare parts and fresh munitions that the Rebels would love to deny to our forces. Likewise, it could be carrying the makings of a second Death Star. I doubt very seriously that it's tons and tons of birthday cake. But no matter what the convoy is carrying, there are Imperial officers and crews depending on us do defend them."
This informal meeting seemed to be going well, Raphe thought. She was fairly certain that she was establishing a level of trust between herself and her Squadron Leaders. Some of the questions were natural, but really, they all ought to have some experience with "security clearance" and "need to know". When the official orders arrived and were opened then they'd likely find out to what degree they were expected to perform, whether offer passing resistance or to fight to the last man.
"I've reviewed all of your records," the Captain said. "I'm very pleased that you've all be assigned to the Feng Chao. Now, based on the limited intel that I've given you and the make up of the squadrons, I'd like to hear your ideas on convoy operations."
by Ormata » Wed Oct 23, 2019 7:34 pm
"No, Commander Leatal. I am sorry, there is no further information at this time. As I stated previously, the general mission profile is from a trusted but unofficial source, a brother in arms, you might say. After official orders arrive, there will be a mission briefing as soon as we are underway."
“At this time, we have put a block on all outgoing personal communications."
"Commander Ette, I believe you had some concerns, earlier?”
"My suggestion is that we stay a little bit out of the convoy. My thought process is that when the rebs pick up the convoy, they'll rush in, not seeing us, therefore we can deploy safely and move in with the element of surprise."
by Quebec-Libre » Wed Oct 23, 2019 8:40 pm
by The Verdantderm Lands » Thu Oct 24, 2019 2:45 pm
Ormata wrote:Commander Leatal, 438th Fighter Squadron
Fēng-CháoCmdr. Ette: "My suggestion is that we stay a little bit out of the convoy. My thought process is that when the rebs pick up the convoy, they'll rush in, not seeing us, therefore we can deploy safely and move in with the element of surprise."
“I disagree. Their victory at Yavin has made the Rebel bold, not stupid. They would conserve their forces in order for a full determination of our own before they strike. To not see an Escort Carrier would make their incompetence complete and to bank on that, Ette, is not how we win this war.”
“The question then becomes how far we keep ourselves from the convoy. If we are too far, and out of sensor range as you state, then our fighters will not be launched close enough to actually escort and defend the convoy. If we use the micro-jump to bypass this, we place the carrier itself in danger, the Rebels were destroy it as they have demonstrated their ability to do so on multiple occasions, and all of the launched fighters are very dead along with the crew. Obviously unacceptable. I would state that we keep to normal formation.”
by Aeritai » Thu Oct 24, 2019 7:00 pm
by Ormata » Fri Oct 25, 2019 6:37 am
by Quebec-Libre » Fri Oct 25, 2019 8:26 am
by Bolslania » Fri Oct 25, 2019 1:28 pm
Ormata wrote:Commander Leatal, 438th Fighter Squadron
Fēng-Cháo"No, Commander Leatal. I am sorry, there is no further information at this time. As I stated previously, the general mission profile is from a trusted but unofficial source, a brother in arms, you might say. After official orders arrive, there will be a mission briefing as soon as we are underway."
“At this time, we have put a block on all outgoing personal communications."
"Commander Ette, I believe you had some concerns, earlier?”
Of course she had no information on such a thing at this time; if Leatal were prone to such things he’d smack himself in the head for asking. Information, especially when countering rebels and traitors, had to be compartmentalized. Until there was an official briefing nothing of exceptional value would be put out or in fact should be able to be put out. That was how you got the measure of surprise against the enemy. You limited knowledge amongst your own troops as to limit their knowledge. Of course, in that case inviting questions was useless as well since a person lacked answers completely. Of course.
There were some other questions, mostly one which involved Ette wondering what the cargo itself was that the convoy was moving and which had the predictable answer from before. The Captain simply didn’t know. Figures. Leatal found it rather poor taste of her trivialization of the cargo, what it might be, considering precisely how important that sort of information might be. It was one thing to be moving supplies. It was another thing to be moving vast quantities of turbolaser-grade Tibanna gas. If the transport got hit too hard and popped like a party balloon, Leatal would love to know. Nevertheless, the man continued to watch the others."My suggestion is that we stay a little bit out of the convoy. My thought process is that when the rebs pick up the convoy, they'll rush in, not seeing us, therefore we can deploy safely and move in with the element of surprise."
“I disagree. Their victory at Yavin has made the Rebel bold, not stupid. They would conserve their forces in order for a full determination of our own before they strike. To not see an Escort Carrier would make their incompetence complete and to bank on that, Ette, is not how we win this war.”
“The question then becomes how far we keep ourselves from the convoy. If we are too far, and out of sensor range as you state, then our fighters will not be launched close enough to actually escort and defend the convoy. If we use the micro-jump to bypass this, we place the carrier itself in danger, the Rebels were destroy it as they have demonstrated their ability to do so on multiple occasions, and all of the launched fighters are very dead along with the crew. Obviously unacceptable. I would state that we keep to normal formation.”
by Ormata » Fri Oct 25, 2019 6:57 pm
"I would remind you Commander Leatel, that we are of the same rank, and that I am entitled to be treated with a respect that you have not yet earned" Ette gestured at Distinguished Flying Medal pinned to his dress uniform "And I am not to be treated like a fucking subordinate. Now, as for your suggestion, I agree, but, flying close to the convoy would present the same problem, our fighters would not be able to scramble fast enough, and if your suggestion is that the fighters are constantly off-ship, that is infeasible." Ette turned back to the Captain. " Captain, all due respect, but one escort carrier with 1 air-superiority fighter squadron is not much of a threat to a determined assault by the Rebels."
by The Verdantderm Lands » Fri Oct 25, 2019 8:31 pm
Ormata wrote:Commander Leatal, 438th Fighter Squadron
Fēng-Cháo"I would remind you Commander Leatel, that we are of the same rank, and that I am entitled to be treated with a respect that you have not yet earned" Ette gestured at Distinguished Flying Medal pinned to his dress uniform "And I am not to be treated like a fucking subordinate. Now, as for your suggestion, I agree, but, flying close to the convoy would present the same problem, our fighters would not be able to scramble fast enough, and if your suggestion is that the fighters are constantly off-ship, that is infeasible." Ette turned back to the Captain. " Captain, all due respect, but one escort carrier with 1 air-superiority fighter squadron is not much of a threat to a determined assault by the Rebels."“Your complaint is noted,” Leatal replied, his tone cold, ice cold, and his face unmoving. To motion at a mere ribbon as a signal to all that one must be respected, instead of motioning to the actions that gave you that ribbon, that might normally not be a distinction to be made and yet in Leatal’s mind it was. The man had earned the ribbon for destroying fighters in a bomber, as well as two transports, if the man’s memory served him. It was a good action, but it did not make him a tactical genius in one broad stroke. Of course, it was incensing to a degree that Ette had immediately assumed that the man was treating him with disrespect. That was never the intention. The intention was to not get men killed.
Of course, if also didn’t help for the man to curse like a damn cur. It didn’t help for him to think himself to be able to be treated with more respect than Leatal simply on the basis of a shiny medal on a pretty uniform. It didn’t help that he was acting like a prick and an idiot. No, it didn’t help at all. Leatal was glad the man was with the bombers, that they wouldn’t be relying on him for cover, for support, for help. He could only get himself and his killed.
“If our fighters cannot scramble fast enough, that is an issue with the pilots and the crews, not the ship. I expect mine to be out in a minute, if not less, but that’s my expectations, not yours. I’m not asking for a formation maneuver, Ette, for two meters and change between warships like we’re at a Coruscant gazette for the Emperor to watch fly past. I’m asking for the standard formation doctrine. Standard doctrine has the escort carrier around 1,000 Megalights from a formation, giving ten minutes to scramble fighters if the Rebels are moving at maximum speed, ten minutes to get them out and jump the ship to a safe distance. I don’t think that’s unreasonable. I don’t think that’s asking too much. As for before, if we’re going to think of the squadrons aboard this ship to be ‘not that much of a threat’, I’d invite you to take a look at the kill-marks for those squadrons one of these days.”
by Quebec-Libre » Fri Oct 25, 2019 8:47 pm
Ormata wrote:Commander Leatal, 438th Fighter Squadron
Fēng-Cháo"I would remind you Commander Leatel, that we are of the same rank, and that I am entitled to be treated with a respect that you have not yet earned" Ette gestured at Distinguished Flying Medal pinned to his dress uniform "And I am not to be treated like a fucking subordinate. Now, as for your suggestion, I agree, but, flying close to the convoy would present the same problem, our fighters would not be able to scramble fast enough, and if your suggestion is that the fighters are constantly off-ship, that is infeasible." Ette turned back to the Captain. " Captain, all due respect, but one escort carrier with 1 air-superiority fighter squadron is not much of a threat to a determined assault by the Rebels."
“Your complaint is noted,” Leatal replied, his tone cold, ice cold, and his face unmoving. To motion at a mere ribbon as a signal to all that one must be respected, instead of motioning to the actions that gave you that ribbon, that might normally not be a distinction to be made and yet in Leatal’s mind it was. The man had earned the ribbon for destroying fighters in a bomber, as well as two transports, if the man’s memory served him. It was a good action, but it did not make him a tactical genius in one broad stroke. Of course, it was incensing to a degree that Ette had immediately assumed that the man was treating him with disrespect. That was never the intention. The intention was to not get men killed.
Of course, if also didn’t help for the man to curse like a damn cur. It didn’t help for him to think himself to be able to be treated with more respect than Leatal simply on the basis of a shiny medal on a pretty uniform. It didn’t help that he was acting like a prick and an idiot. No, it didn’t help at all. Leatal was glad the man was with the bombers, that they wouldn’t be relying on him for cover, for support, for help. He could only get himself and his killed.
“If our fighters cannot scramble fast enough, that is an issue with the pilots and the crews, not the ship. I expect mine to be out in a minute, if not less, but that’s my expectations, not yours. I’m not asking for a formation maneuver, Ette, for two meters and change between warships like we’re at a Coruscant gazette for the Emperor to watch fly past. I’m asking for the standard formation doctrine. Standard doctrine has the escort carrier around 1,000 Megalights from a formation, giving ten minutes to scramble fighters if the Rebels are moving at maximum speed, ten minutes to get them out and jump the ship to a safe distance. I don’t think that’s unreasonable. I don’t think that’s asking too much. As for before, if we’re going to think of the squadrons aboard this ship to be ‘not that much of a threat’, I’d invite you to take a look at the kill-marks for those squadrons one of these days.”
Grand Moff Progre, 209th Fleet
Legacy
Endor System, Moddell Sector
As the ship jumped in system, Progre was just walking through the door. The Legacy’s bridge wasn’t a fantastic affair, full of workstation-holes like a Star Destroyer’s bridge, nor was it full of support beams like many of the older ships. The roof was low, not at all the cathedral style. The consoles stood against each of the four walls, one row of consoles in the back, facing front, and a holotable dominated the rest of the room. Off to one side, a small little desk and seat was provided for the CO, something done after the fact once it was noticed that a commanding officer might need to sit at one point or another. The walls lit-up in dull light, each of them an image of the world about the Legacy. As Progre strode in, he could see the construction site, the fleet about it.
What really took his notice was the Star Dreadnought before it. It was...an Assertor-Class? No, a Bellator. One could tell by the aft superstructure placement, by how extensive it reached up to the bow of the ship, and to a small degree the overall dimensions of the warship. A Bellator-Class was far more slender than it’s cousin.
“Captain on the bridge!” One Ensign called-out, noticing the man. The Officer of the Deck tapped on his headset, repeating that, before turning to another to make sure it was logged.
As he passed by the individuals, a datapad was handed to Progre; he read it, making sure his information from before had been completely correct. Of course, it was. The ISB was anything if not prudent in their gathering. Clicking his teeth, the man nodded. Pertinance. What an odd title for a warship. It was funny enough, considering the meaning of the word itself. ‘I am relevant’, the ship said to the void, ‘I swear’. Was almost funny if it wasn’t on official paperwork. Nodding to himself, Progre sat in his Captain’s Chair.
“Keep formation. Order us to close distance with the 9th at three-quarters impulse. Hail the Pertinance.”
“Aye sir. Channel open, sir.”
“Pertinance, this is Legacy Grand Moff Progre speaking.”
by Bolslania » Sat Oct 26, 2019 6:48 am
[/spoiler][spoiler]The Verdantderm Lands wrote:Ormata wrote:Commander Leatal, 438th Fighter Squadron
Fēng-Cháo“Your complaint is noted,” Leatal replied, his tone cold, ice cold, and his face unmoving. To motion at a mere ribbon as a signal to all that one must be respected, instead of motioning to the actions that gave you that ribbon, that might normally not be a distinction to be made and yet in Leatal’s mind it was. The man had earned the ribbon for destroying fighters in a bomber, as well as two transports, if the man’s memory served him. It was a good action, but it did not make him a tactical genius in one broad stroke. Of course, it was incensing to a degree that Ette had immediately assumed that the man was treating him with disrespect. That was never the intention. The intention was to not get men killed.
Of course, if also didn’t help for the man to curse like a damn cur. It didn’t help for him to think himself to be able to be treated with more respect than Leatal simply on the basis of a shiny medal on a pretty uniform. It didn’t help that he was acting like a prick and an idiot. No, it didn’t help at all. Leatal was glad the man was with the bombers, that they wouldn’t be relying on him for cover, for support, for help. He could only get himself and his killed.
“If our fighters cannot scramble fast enough, that is an issue with the pilots and the crews, not the ship. I expect mine to be out in a minute, if not less, but that’s my expectations, not yours. I’m not asking for a formation maneuver, Ette, for two meters and change between warships like we’re at a Coruscant gazette for the Emperor to watch fly past. I’m asking for the standard formation doctrine. Standard doctrine has the escort carrier around 1,000 Megalights from a formation, giving ten minutes to scramble fighters if the Rebels are moving at maximum speed, ten minutes to get them out and jump the ship to a safe distance. I don’t think that’s unreasonable. I don’t think that’s asking too much. As for before, if we’re going to think of the squadrons aboard this ship to be ‘not that much of a threat’, I’d invite you to take a look at the kill-marks for those squadrons one of these days.”
Captain Raphe Zhǔ, Tong-Falk class escort carrier Fēng-Cháo
The Captain did not raise her voice, but it was clear that the tone had become as cold as space, as she said, "Mister Ette, while I invited my officers to relax, I did not invite profanity. That medal does not entitle you to act like a spoiled child, either. Also, I don't enjoy repeating myself, so when I tell you that this ship got what was available in the line of small attack craft, take the inference that I wasn't given a choice."
It had seemed to be going so well, earlier, Raphe had thought. That illusion was now shattered. It was time for a dramatic exit with an important suggestion for them all to consider an order.
"Squadron Leaders, the Flight Deck Crews are well trained and will tend to your craft with speed and efficiency, so if you can't clear the bay with speed it will be your fault," she said. "Because of the differences in the squadrons I expect you to spend some time figuring out how you will cooperate and support one another." The Captain briefly paused and looked at her officers. "The ship will be underway, soon. Make ready. I am headed down to the flight deck to meet the arriving shuttle. Ladies and gentlemen, you are dismissed."
With that, Raphe left the Officer's Mess, pinned her hair back and went to do her job.
by Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States » Sat Oct 26, 2019 3:27 pm
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