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Post by Jaq Sytar on Aug 20, 2007 4:52:08 GMT -5
Standing on the command deck, Captain Selvin Tark viewed the planet below like a child. He always loved the sight of the planets and the beautiful scenes that they provided.
His ship the RAS Deliverance had just finished maneuvers around the Nyarikan Nebula, and he was itching to bust up some pirate stronghold or at least return to Coruscant for some R&R.
"Lieutenant, Set a course for the Myrkr system. We'll see if we can wrestle up some sport." Selvin said eagerly, rubbing his hands together.
"Won't that take us out of our mission guidelines?" a new Ensign queried.
"Let the Captain worry about the Admiralty, Ensign." Commander Selba, the XO replied. Coming up behind the Ensign, Commander Selba whispered in her ear. "You just focus on the order and leave the Why and How to your captain or I'll make sure that you are piloting a garbage skiff by 3rd bell. Understand?"
Puckering up the Ensign acknowledged the meaning, saluted and scurried off the command deck.
With that, Commander Selba turned and walked back towards the Captain's side.
Getting closer, Selvin could hear his XO muttering about the lack of training these new bunch of officers have, smile spreading across Captain Tark's face.
"Not like, the old days?" Selvin said through a mocking cough.
Scowl forming, "You might be the exception." the aging XO wittingly replied, looking into to distant stars.
Laughing, Selvin explained "Anyway, I feel the need to excerise some personal initiative and run a bit before the chain gets tightened by the bureaucrats." receiving an affirmative nod from his XO.
Turning, he gave a nod to the Lt. at the helm
"Speed at three quarter impulse power." Selvin ordered. The Lt began punching the coordinates into computer, engaging the engines with a second nod from his captain.
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Post by Jaq Sytar on Aug 24, 2007 0:24:27 GMT -5
Waking up from a good sleep, Selvin groggily yawned and rubbed his eyes. Starting to get up, he hit his head on his birthing ceiling.
"D&*M!" he cursed, rubbing his head as he swung wide to avoid a repeat.
Looking around, he remembered that his quarters were being remodeled and he was in an old birthing space that was not being used.
Low senority and budget cut-backs by the Galatic Senate had caused him to be to given command of an "older" vessel with half a crew. This ship had been in service for 62 years. It was scheduled to be scrapped, but the Senate, in the wisdom, had ordered that the Fleet refit their antiques. It actually cost the Republic more to refit the older models than to build new ones. Selvin didn't mind though. He loved the model, which was the first capital ship that he saw. He actually prefered the older ships to the newer one. He agreed with his XO, that they were made of better quaility material and could substain more battle damage than the newer Excelsior Class ships.
His exectutive officer was 20 years his senior, who had upset the Supreme Chancellor one too many times. Instead of commanding his own vessel, he was forced to remain at the rank of Commander for the past 15 years. Selba did his best not to show it, but he burned underneath the collar and Selvin knew it. Selba was an excellent XO though, and performed his duties with perfection. In fact, the crew was a reflection of him, always being proactive and performing their duties without having to be told twice if not once.
Finishing with his shower, Selvin stepped out and was immeadiately greeted by his XO.
"Good morning, Captain" Commander Selba greeted.
"For Pete's sake, commander. Can't you knock?" said the surprised captain.
"I did. You were in the shower." the crusty XO explained.
Taking a breath, Selvin relaxed, "Any good news?"
"No sir. In fact your friend, Commodore Darkin, sent orders under a coded signal just a few minutes ago. I had it sent to your view screen."
"Crap! You know what this means?" Selvin said dejected, looking at his XO. "It means that we are probably going to baby sit some new senators."
"Probably." Selba agreed, "I'll be on the command deck if you need me, Captain." Rendering his salute, Commander Selba left Selvin with his orders.
Turning to the view screen, Captain Tark entered his passcode and the orders began to play.
Commodore Darkin appeared in his fatigue uniform started by apologizing for cutting the training exercise short, then proceeded with the orders from the Admiralty.
Finished with the message, Selvin stopped and pondered about what was brewing. After sending the confirmation signal, he called the command deck.
"Mister Selba?"
"Yes Captain?"
"Make our destination Corescant if you would."
"Right away, sir"
Immeadiately, Selvin heard his orders being barked to the helmsmen.
"Oh, and Mr. Selba."
"Yes Captain?"
"Best possible speed."
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Post by Jaq Sytar on Aug 24, 2007 22:09:46 GMT -5
Coming out of hyperspace, the view changed from the swirling muticolored lines to a rapidly approaching Coruscant. Slowing to 1/2 impluse, Selvin gapped at the sight before him. When he had left a few weeks before, Coruscant's orbit was busy, but now it was choked with a massive amount of capital ships and transport craft. Quickly identifying some of the ships, Selvin could see that the mass of ships were elements of 4 differents fleets.
Taking a glance at Commander Selba, he was wide eyed with mouth agap.
"Looks like we won't have to babysit any new Senators." Selvin said with a chuckle.
Commander Selba nodded his head in agreement.
Turning to tha communications officer, Selvin spoke, "Send a message to Commodore Darkin and let him know that I'll report to him within a standard hour."
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Post by Jaq Sytar on Aug 25, 2007 23:02:22 GMT -5
Stepping off the transport shuttle, Captain Selvin Tark smoothed the wrinkles of his uniform out that had formed on the shuttle ride to the RAS Celestial. Looking up, he saw a group of officers heading his way. Glancing back, he saw Lt. Albulb looking nervous.
"Relax, Leiutenaut." He chuckled "I'm sure that it will be fine."
Turning back to the groups of officers, he recognized some of the faces.
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Post by Jaq Sytar on Sept 7, 2007 0:34:36 GMT -5
Selvin Tark calmly walked back to his shuttle, nodding to Lt. Albulb which saluted as he passed. The meeting that had just taken place, had surprised him. It included the Grand Admiral, 3 Rear Admirals, 2 Commodores, and him. Feeling unsecure with such high ranking officers around, he had withdrawn away casually talking with his friend Darkin before the meeting. When it started, he took the seat of less importance and sat straight and ridged. The Grand Admiral and occasionally Rear Admiral Rapath informed the group of the Senate's desicion and outlined a course of action.
A Fleet under command of Rear Admiral Rapath would be dispatched to Hutt space to supress the Mandalorians and a Elite Force with a complement of Jedi would deal with the Sith meanace. The Fleet would consist of two seperate Task forces of two hundred assorted ships. Each task force would support two Fighter Wings and two Corps of Infantry.
The Grand Admiral had chosen Commodore Darkin to command one of the task forces, which he had expected. What he did not expect, was for the Grand Admiral to promote him to Commodore and give him command of the second task force.
He had been speechless as they performed the promotion ceremony right then. He was handed a data card which contained the ships that were to be transferred to his command.
The promotion was so unexpected that his aide, Lt. Albulb, didn't notice his new collar straps until they were away and speeding back to the Deliverance.
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Post by Jaq Sytar on Sept 9, 2007 4:14:52 GMT -5
Selvin looked on as his Task Force began to assemble. He was still having a hard time beliving the events of the past week.
With the mobilization and reformation of the fleet, he had been promoted to Commodore and given command of a Task Force, soon to be deployed against unknown Sith and possibly a fleet of Mandalorians. The possibility of heavy combat was likely and near.
Standing on the bridge of his flag ship the BattleshipJuggarnaunt, Commodore Tark could feel the power of the assembling force and the weight of the command.
He had promoted his old XO to Captain, giving him the Deliverance, but he felt he lost some support from the politians as his apointment barely passed.
"He now had just over two hundred ships at his command, 1/2 of a fleet." he smiled, thinking to himself. "and to think that only 1 years ago he was promoted to Captain."
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