Thrashia
02-10-2006, 21:43
Julian System, Thrashian Imperial Fleet base of operations
Treize sat quietly in his seat as the transport banked left, giving a wide berth of a passing Dreadnought out on its way to some duty assignment. The viewport to Treize’s right showed a starry painting, one filled with the wonder of space and its bright hidden secrets that made up the stars. Hundreds of ships moved throughout that landscape, all doing so with a distinct sense of purpose; just as Treize himself had a distinct sense of purpose.
The transport’s pilot flicked on his comm. “Epion Transportation Command, this is flight 88-A4. We’re making our approach.”
“Confirmed Flight 88-A4, landing coordinates and hanger number will be given upon receiving your confirmation codes,” replied a traffic officer.
“Confirmation code being transmitted now ETC.” The pilot typed in a series of keys and sent them.
“Code received. Hanger number and location now transmitted.”
“Thanks ETC, Flight 88-A4 out,” nodded the pilot. He switched off the comm and plugged into his computer the coordinates of their hanger. He turned his head into the passenger bay. “We’ll soon be arriving your Excellency, ETA about 5 minutes.”
“Thank you,” Treize said.
The gigantic looming form of the Epion Space Station rose up before them, becoming larger until it occupied the horizon. The Station was now more than 30 years old, made on the same model as the Galactic Imperial Death Star, yet without the large laser cannon that made its look-alike so deadly. It had been the headquarters of Thrashian Fleet operations for nearly a half a century and was the only location of the MAGI system.
The pilot maneuvered their transport past a series of turbolaser batteries and began landing procedures as they came through the entry-way of the large hanger. White light poured forth into the darkness of space as the shield was opened for them to pass through, then closed as they made it through.
Landing smoothly on the designated area the pilot finished his procedures and then pulled off his helmet. Treize unbuckled his safety harness and stood, brushing out any wrinkles in his uniform. He turned, nodded to the pilot, and then walked to the rear of the ship where a down ramp was, revealing the hanger deck of the Epion.
Treize blinked his eyes several times as he walked down the ramp to get his eyes accustomed to the light. Waiting for him were several officers in their Fleet gray and two companies of stormtroopers on either side in parade formation. The lead officer, Brigadier General Hail, stepped forward and saluted Treize.
“Welcome aboard the Epion your majesty.”
“Thank you General. I have little time for formalities so you may dispense with them,” Treize said. He continued walking and was pleased with the general’s quick perception as the man took up a matching gait next to Treize. The general gave a wave of dismissal to his adjutants and left them to handle dismissing the troops. Treize and General Hail walked through a door and into the main corridors of the Epion.
“Your arrival was unexpected your highness. May I be rather impatient in my asking as to your purpose here?” asked Hail, a look of slight bemusement on his face. Hail was an honest officer, a rare thing for a man of his rank; but his methods and military record, not to mention combat experience, more than made up for it. Treize smiled at him.
“I am here because I have several orders to give out to the Fleet as a whole. Not to mention appointing a few more new officers. You have no doubt heard of Grand Admiral Thrawn’s new assignment?”
Hail nodded uncomfortably. “Yes I have heard. It is sad thing for such a good officer.”
“Lessons must be taught,” said Treize, sounding like a pious priest. The two walked into a power lift and Hail pressed a glowing red button on the wall. Treize put his hands behind his back and breathed in heavily.
“Still…oh never mind. Anyway, I am pleased that you decided to visit. You will be glad to hear that our cloning center onboard has been doing well and we have completed the first quota that was set last year,” said General Hail. The lift slowed down after a quick jolt and then came to a stop. The doors parted and the pair stepped off. A quartet of stormtroopers was waiting just beyond the door for the lift. They came to attention when they saw the Epion commander and Emperor.
Treize and Hail stepped past them, paying them little attention, talking as they headed to the control center where Hail’s office was. “That is good news,” commented Treize. “Although, my new orders will be bad news for the rest of our cloning facilities around the sector; but hopefully it will not affect your operations here General.”
Hail gave him a questioning look as they passed through the entrance and entered the dark Epion Command Center. At the center of the room was a large holo table, used for tactical orders when the Epion assisted in large group combat. At present it was handling the massive amount of traffic throughout the system.
General Hail walked passed the rows and levels of computer stations down to the holo table, Treize at his side. They walked past a group of officers who were speaking into comms and headsets. The two received brief salutes from all due to Hail waving them down and giving out stern looks. Finally they came to a comm bay, used for mass communication with the fleet. “Here you are your majesty,” said General Hail. He stepped aside so that Treize could speak to the comm bay’s operators directly, for giving out his orders.
“Very good, thank you General,” said Treize. He stepped forward and stood behind the three techs. “Ensign, get me in contact with Commandant Spears and the Hand of Ares.”
“Right away sir,” said the man. He worked his controls for a small amount of time before he began speaking in quiet tones into his mike. After a brief moment and hushed conversation he turned up to Treize. “Commandant Spears is transmitting a hologram sire. I am patching it through now.”
Treize turned to the small holo projector screen to his left. There an image began to form before finally a 1/4th sized image of Commandant Spears appeared. The aristocratic Spears came to attention. “Your majesty,” he said in a formal voice.
“Greetings Commandant Spears, I have new orders for you,” said Treize. Spears must have been learning to hold his tongue better for he didn’t ask anything, simply remained silent and awaited his orders. Good, thought Treize.
“You are to give some of these onto Commandants Diode and Paulus. You and the Torpedo Sphere Hand of Ares are to deploy out to the Kuat System. There you will link up with Galactic Imperial forces and join them there. Commandant Diode is to deploy to Endor, and Paulus to Anaxes. They’ll have the same mission profiles. Is all understood?” Treize watched Spears carefully. The man’s clean shaven face was emotionless.
“Yes your majesty. I understand and obey. Anything further?”
“No further orders. I will expect normal reports every 48 hours.”
“Of course my lord,” said Spear, “Commandant Spears out.”
The image of Spears blurred then disappeared. The comm officer checked his controls. “He’s cut the link sir.”
“Bad manners,” said Hail behind Treize’s shoulder.
“Doesn’t matter for now,” said Treize. He turned to General Hail. “I need you to summon High Praetor Mathias here. I must speak with him. Also summon my advisory council, along with all other available high command officers who are already not out on assignment.”
“I will do it at once my Emperor,” said General Hail. He turned and left the room. Treize smiled as the old war horse left.
No, not an Emperor anymore…but something much more powerful.
Treize sat quietly in his seat as the transport banked left, giving a wide berth of a passing Dreadnought out on its way to some duty assignment. The viewport to Treize’s right showed a starry painting, one filled with the wonder of space and its bright hidden secrets that made up the stars. Hundreds of ships moved throughout that landscape, all doing so with a distinct sense of purpose; just as Treize himself had a distinct sense of purpose.
The transport’s pilot flicked on his comm. “Epion Transportation Command, this is flight 88-A4. We’re making our approach.”
“Confirmed Flight 88-A4, landing coordinates and hanger number will be given upon receiving your confirmation codes,” replied a traffic officer.
“Confirmation code being transmitted now ETC.” The pilot typed in a series of keys and sent them.
“Code received. Hanger number and location now transmitted.”
“Thanks ETC, Flight 88-A4 out,” nodded the pilot. He switched off the comm and plugged into his computer the coordinates of their hanger. He turned his head into the passenger bay. “We’ll soon be arriving your Excellency, ETA about 5 minutes.”
“Thank you,” Treize said.
The gigantic looming form of the Epion Space Station rose up before them, becoming larger until it occupied the horizon. The Station was now more than 30 years old, made on the same model as the Galactic Imperial Death Star, yet without the large laser cannon that made its look-alike so deadly. It had been the headquarters of Thrashian Fleet operations for nearly a half a century and was the only location of the MAGI system.
The pilot maneuvered their transport past a series of turbolaser batteries and began landing procedures as they came through the entry-way of the large hanger. White light poured forth into the darkness of space as the shield was opened for them to pass through, then closed as they made it through.
Landing smoothly on the designated area the pilot finished his procedures and then pulled off his helmet. Treize unbuckled his safety harness and stood, brushing out any wrinkles in his uniform. He turned, nodded to the pilot, and then walked to the rear of the ship where a down ramp was, revealing the hanger deck of the Epion.
Treize blinked his eyes several times as he walked down the ramp to get his eyes accustomed to the light. Waiting for him were several officers in their Fleet gray and two companies of stormtroopers on either side in parade formation. The lead officer, Brigadier General Hail, stepped forward and saluted Treize.
“Welcome aboard the Epion your majesty.”
“Thank you General. I have little time for formalities so you may dispense with them,” Treize said. He continued walking and was pleased with the general’s quick perception as the man took up a matching gait next to Treize. The general gave a wave of dismissal to his adjutants and left them to handle dismissing the troops. Treize and General Hail walked through a door and into the main corridors of the Epion.
“Your arrival was unexpected your highness. May I be rather impatient in my asking as to your purpose here?” asked Hail, a look of slight bemusement on his face. Hail was an honest officer, a rare thing for a man of his rank; but his methods and military record, not to mention combat experience, more than made up for it. Treize smiled at him.
“I am here because I have several orders to give out to the Fleet as a whole. Not to mention appointing a few more new officers. You have no doubt heard of Grand Admiral Thrawn’s new assignment?”
Hail nodded uncomfortably. “Yes I have heard. It is sad thing for such a good officer.”
“Lessons must be taught,” said Treize, sounding like a pious priest. The two walked into a power lift and Hail pressed a glowing red button on the wall. Treize put his hands behind his back and breathed in heavily.
“Still…oh never mind. Anyway, I am pleased that you decided to visit. You will be glad to hear that our cloning center onboard has been doing well and we have completed the first quota that was set last year,” said General Hail. The lift slowed down after a quick jolt and then came to a stop. The doors parted and the pair stepped off. A quartet of stormtroopers was waiting just beyond the door for the lift. They came to attention when they saw the Epion commander and Emperor.
Treize and Hail stepped past them, paying them little attention, talking as they headed to the control center where Hail’s office was. “That is good news,” commented Treize. “Although, my new orders will be bad news for the rest of our cloning facilities around the sector; but hopefully it will not affect your operations here General.”
Hail gave him a questioning look as they passed through the entrance and entered the dark Epion Command Center. At the center of the room was a large holo table, used for tactical orders when the Epion assisted in large group combat. At present it was handling the massive amount of traffic throughout the system.
General Hail walked passed the rows and levels of computer stations down to the holo table, Treize at his side. They walked past a group of officers who were speaking into comms and headsets. The two received brief salutes from all due to Hail waving them down and giving out stern looks. Finally they came to a comm bay, used for mass communication with the fleet. “Here you are your majesty,” said General Hail. He stepped aside so that Treize could speak to the comm bay’s operators directly, for giving out his orders.
“Very good, thank you General,” said Treize. He stepped forward and stood behind the three techs. “Ensign, get me in contact with Commandant Spears and the Hand of Ares.”
“Right away sir,” said the man. He worked his controls for a small amount of time before he began speaking in quiet tones into his mike. After a brief moment and hushed conversation he turned up to Treize. “Commandant Spears is transmitting a hologram sire. I am patching it through now.”
Treize turned to the small holo projector screen to his left. There an image began to form before finally a 1/4th sized image of Commandant Spears appeared. The aristocratic Spears came to attention. “Your majesty,” he said in a formal voice.
“Greetings Commandant Spears, I have new orders for you,” said Treize. Spears must have been learning to hold his tongue better for he didn’t ask anything, simply remained silent and awaited his orders. Good, thought Treize.
“You are to give some of these onto Commandants Diode and Paulus. You and the Torpedo Sphere Hand of Ares are to deploy out to the Kuat System. There you will link up with Galactic Imperial forces and join them there. Commandant Diode is to deploy to Endor, and Paulus to Anaxes. They’ll have the same mission profiles. Is all understood?” Treize watched Spears carefully. The man’s clean shaven face was emotionless.
“Yes your majesty. I understand and obey. Anything further?”
“No further orders. I will expect normal reports every 48 hours.”
“Of course my lord,” said Spear, “Commandant Spears out.”
The image of Spears blurred then disappeared. The comm officer checked his controls. “He’s cut the link sir.”
“Bad manners,” said Hail behind Treize’s shoulder.
“Doesn’t matter for now,” said Treize. He turned to General Hail. “I need you to summon High Praetor Mathias here. I must speak with him. Also summon my advisory council, along with all other available high command officers who are already not out on assignment.”
“I will do it at once my Emperor,” said General Hail. He turned and left the room. Treize smiled as the old war horse left.
No, not an Emperor anymore…but something much more powerful.