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Service Evaluation

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2011-08-01 22:50

Imperial Military Personnel Records Bureau and Administration
Archives Section

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rS 54-04-30

RE: ERI AMBICON
S/N: XXXX-XXXX-4XM4
R/N: FBXL-VN04-Y7RU-7739-DPNI-HS45

Dear Madam,

I wish to extend upon you His Imperial Majesty's condolences in regards to the personal tragedies that has befallen you while in service to the Imperial Army. His Imperial Majesty expressed hope that your recent vacation would have diminished your problems and that you would be able to return to service unhindered.

It is with great reluctance that I have to distribute the Personnel Bureau's findings in regards to your after-action psychiatric evaluation. The medical recommendation is that you need to undergo specialist treatment, free of charge, for your diagnosed post-traumatic stress disorder before you can return to service. This recommendation is final. Should you decide to not undergo treatment, your resignation will be accepted with full honours. If you wish to undergo treatment, contact the Imperial Commissariat via Holonet address# hnn:/&>n_>`jc'hSkg5"D~+}T.org.nif at your earliest convenience. Until we have your reply, you are hereby to consider yourself off duty until further notice.

If you have questions or comments regarding the content of this letter, you may contact us via indicated holonet address or directly at the Imperial Military Personnel Records Bureau and Administration Center, Bilbringi VII, Bilbringi System. If you contact us, please include the reference number within.

Sincerely,
Llaska Ian-e Bissegger
Archives Technician (2A)

LONG LIVE HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY FOR THE NEW IMPERIAL FEDERATION

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Eri leaned her head back against her chair and groaned. This wasn't what she needed right now, some stupid stress evaluation while the Federation army was currently undergoing the planning for the coming campaign. How do they expect me to do any work if they're constantly throwing me back to medical for all these tests and treatments? Making matters worse, she was now considered off-duty until she responded to the message. Shaking her head, she tapped the reply button and worked on composing a reply, knowing there were only three ways she could avoid having to deal with specialist treatment, and two of those options she was loathe to pick.

What she found amusing was how someone could have assumed that a simple vacation could have instantly solved all her problems. The brief trip went a long way to helping the Surface Marshal cope with a lot of things but she wasn't so foolish to think that everything would have been fixed. But I do feel a lot better so... I guess I shouldn't have anything to fear.

Several days later, Eri was sitting in the waiting room, patiently waiting to be called in to see one of the psychologists. Waiting was easy and Eri was accustomed to the apprehensive feeling that tried to gnaw at her as the feeling she was experiencing now wasn't all that different from her laying in wait, rifle in her hands, as she stared through the scope and waited for that perfect moment when the crosshairs lined up perfectly as her target entered the narrow field of vision.

This is such an inconvenience, Eri thought as she didn't see any reason to be here right now. She felt better since returning from her vacation, a lot better and if some idiot in Personnel Bureau wasn't convinced, than she would just have to prove them that she wasn't suffering post-traumatic stress disorder any longer. Worry was the furthest thing from Eri's mind as she continued to wait, picking up a holomag from the table which talked about the latest in Corellian fashions and hairstyles.

Eri laughed as she couldn't help but wonder who was in charge of stocking the room with reading material. There weren't all that many women in the Federation and yet most of the holomags were filled with articles that would only appeal to them. Flipping through the various pages, she got her answer pretty quickly as she glanced at the various pictures of the models sporting the latest fashions. Oh, that's a nice green dress. A little to frilly for my tastes... Tapping the button on the datapad, she activated the small holocamera that quickly took a three-dimensional scan of her. Suddenly the picture Eri was looking at changed as an image of herself replaced the previous model, wearing the same green dress. Rotating the image, Eri's opinion quickly changed as she found herself falling in love with it.

"Surface Marshal Ambicon?" a protocol droid began suddenly from behind the desk.

Eri looked up from the holomag, having been so enamored with looking through it that she actually lost track of how long she had been waiting. "Yes?"

"You can go into room four and the Doctor will be with you in approximately two minutes."

Nodding, Eri reset the image in the holomag and put it back down on the cluttered table before she got to her feet and walked over to the indicated room. Entering the sparely decorated room, she sat up on the examination table and looked at the cabinet across from her. A table beneath it had a jar of small white puffy cotton balls and several bottles of water. A soft sigh escaped as Eri checked her chrono. Funny, I wait and then when they call me, it's to send me to another room where I can be stuck waiting some more.

A couple of minutes passed and finally the door to the examination room opened up, the doctor entering. Eri looked up and smiled cheerfully a the doctor who entered. With a cheerful voice, she said, "Hello."
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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Kane » 2011-08-02 09:09

"Ah, Marshal Ambicon! It iss with greath joy I vission you with my little eye", the Doctor spoke. The fact that he was non-human was probably part of the reason why he (or she?) had such a noticeable accent with basic. The Doctor was clearly a snake. A very big snake, around four meters long, green with large brownish-yellow spots, and dressed only in a lab coat and a head mirror above large translucent white eyes.

"Thiss iss jusst a formality. We are mosstly here to perform your evaluation after the treatment. You ssee, it wass concluded that you require sspecialisst treatment. They will pick you up very ssoon. Physsically you are in great health."

The Doctor had no arms, so Eri wondered how exactly the Doctor went about his work. Or how come a member of such a rarely seen species ended up as a doctor in the first place. But she also wondered what he (she?) was talking about.

"So what's this specialist treament."

"I wissh I could ssay. The Imperial Comissariat iss a new insstitution, we don't know anything about it other than that they're ssuppossedly handling certain typess of logissticss."

The Doctor held up his (her?) movement for a little while as if listening to something, although he (she?) had no visible ears. Eri's sniper eye spotted what she assumed was a tiny headset on the Doctor's head.

"It sseemss that they have arrived and will be here sshortly. Iss there anything I can do for you while we wait?"

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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2011-08-02 15:49

Imperial Comissariat? Eri wondered, having only heard vaguely of it in the past. She wasn't bothered by the nonhuman doctor so much as she was at the ominous overtones at which he or she spoke. Somehow, she couldn't shake the feeling she was waking straight into some sort of trap though if the ISIS was involved, they would have probably just abducted her in the middle of the night, tossed her onto the Misfit and either did away with her there or tossed her in for re-education.

Weary of being set up now, Eri nonetheless remained pleasant and cheerful, hoping to perhaps make a final effort to dissuade the powers that were that she needed this "specialist treatment". She had an army to run and with the return of some old friends, she actually started feeling better about herself. Then there was the piano lessons she was giving Draaygo, a welcome change in pace to break up the otherwise stressful routine of being the Surface Marshal. Maybe the doctors and observers and Force knew whatever other spies were watching her didn't see it, but Eri finally felt better about everything.

Well, most everything. There were still some pangs of sadness about the various deaths and the changes that the recent times had wrought but Eri was struggling through them and with the future no longer looking so bleak, she was starting to get past some of her previous issues.

"What sort of specialist treatment are we talking about here?" Eri inquired, only letting the barest hint of concern creep into her otherwise still cheerful disposition. She was now wondering why they would have sent her to the medical wing if some other individual would be coming to pick her up. It would have made more sense to everyone, including those handling logistics, to have simply sent her directly to the specialist. "Because if this is about my post-traumatic stress disorder, I would have thought all I needed was just a little more time and a chance to finish straightening out a few things in my life."
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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Kane » 2011-08-02 16:55

"Thiss wass tried, Mss Ambicon. You had a vacation, yess? Of coursse, the ussual treatment iss cognitive behavioural therapy. I do not know why the Commissariat hass taken an interesst in your casse. I can tell you that it hass no sspecfic time limit."

"No time limit?"

"That iss, it will be run until ssatissfactory ressults have been reached. I imagine that you will have a degree of freedom that will increasse ass you progress. I am ssorry that I don't get to work with your casse in more detail. You ssee, I have taken a coursse in human physsiology and pssychiatric treatmentss, becausse most patientss in the Federation are humanss. Mosstly I get to work with reptiless. Ssigh."

The Doctor stopped and listened again. "Yess. Ssend them in, of coursse. I am alsso curioss about this commissariat."

A small man in a black suit and dark sunvisors followed by two giant men in similar garb entered the doctor's room. The small man held up some kind of scanner before Eri and looked satisfied with the results as he slowly put the device away and rubbed his hands.

"Ah yes, we will take it from here. Ms Ambicon, if you will kindly follow us, I will explain what's going on."

"Where are we going?"

"To a specialist facility. If you would excuse us, Dr..."

"Ksslish"

"Dr. Ksslish. Please note in your log that your patient has been transferred for specialist treatment. Good day."

Outside the room, another two of the giants - each one approaching seven feet tall and all four of them identical to one another - waited. They didn't appear armed, but Eri could spot hidden weapons almost as well as ISIS agents, and they were all packing, including the small slimy fellow that did all the talking.

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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2011-08-02 19:23

Seeing little alternative, Eri got to her feet, her cheerful smile quickly fading as she looked at the men, having seen her fair share of holos and finding herself in a similar situation. It almost would have been comical if it wasn't happening to her and appearing so cliche right now. From everything the Doctor had told her, it seemed that she was going to be re-educated, or worse. They honestly expected results that quickly? These people have no concept of patience! Not everyone could have the patience she did for most things.

Walking out into the hall, seeing two more giants made Eri keenly aware that this was no longer a simple PTSD treatment. Glancing back at Dr. Ksslish, Eri said, "Thank-you for your time Doctor Ksslish. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors to work with more human patients in the future. I'll be sure to put in a good word for you too." It was a shame the doctor was being stuck treating non-humans and Eri did hope he (or she) found equality one day.

Following the small, black clad man, Eri was lead out of the medical wing, the four giants flanking around her, two of them staying between her and the smaller man who lead the way. They passed by numerous officers and stormtroopers in the long, spanning corridors and they were all giving Eri and the procession mixed looks. Eri didn't say anything as the ominous feeling grew more and more as the gravity of what was going on started to sink in. It was almost amusing that it took them this long to act, after all Eri had done already. Second Fleet was now in possession of some of the most highly trained and talented soldiers the Federation had left after the debacle that was Sarapin and numerous positions within the army itself were filled with people Eri knew personally and could trust to make the right decisions when it came down to either the lives of those under their charge or upholding whatever mad, power hungry desires the Emperor had. Maybe she had been a touch too overt, but better her than those who were more important such as Thrakis, Tycho or even Wolfgang, who would be able to take advantage of all the attention being cast upon the Surface Marshal.

"So," Eri began, glancing at the giants around her. There was no way she could defeat them, not at this range. Sure, she was a good shot, but they outnumbered her and she only had two arms. Even if she did overpower the men and escape, that would only further destroy her as an officer of the Federation, brand her a traitor and forever change everyone's' opinion of her. "I take it I'm going to be late for my appointment to teach piano lessons today aren't I?" No response. Typical but hardly surprising. "I'm kindly following you so I think you have an obligation to uphold and tell me what's going on."
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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Kane » 2011-08-03 11:54

"You're an intelligent woman, Ms. Ambicon. I'm sure you can figure out the relevant parts by yourself", the small man replied. "We serve the Empire, just like you used to, except more from the background than the frontlines."

"More like in the shadows, right?"

No reply. The small troupe continued on its way to the secondary docking bay, where a Delta-class JV-7 escort shuttle was waiting for them. The procession marched aboard in silence, and they had clearance to lift off in no time.

"Now maybe you can tell me what's going on", Eri tried again.

"Ms. Ambicon, it's just a matter of getting you to have the proper perspective again. You've had some concerns about army losses, and this in conjunction with your personal tragedies have affected your, shall we say, loyalties, for the worse. Of course the New Imperial Federation cannot have a top army leader who works against the interest of the Empire."

"Of the Emperor you mean."

"What's the difference? The Emperor embodies the Empire. To work against him is treason, pure and simple. But yet here we are with you, instead of in front of a firing squad. We even offered you to resign your commission. Personally, I think the Emperor should be harsher on his enemies, but I suppose he acknowledges your long and loyal service as worth something."

"So you're getting your orders directly from the Emperor?"

"I didn't say that. His Imperial Majesty is undoubtedly too occupied to give us instructions on a daily basis. Let's just say that there are certain problems that needs to be addressed, and we are part of the solution", he said and made a slight gesture to the silent giants, who had had yet to say anything or even make a facial expression other than grim resolution.

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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2011-08-03 16:21

Resignation. Eri had considered that when she first got the message that brought these turn of events happening right now. It didn't sound all that bad even, be able to retire and put the stresses of command, the Emperor and the Dark Jedi completely behind her as she returned home to Dantooine. There, she could spend the rest of her days in relative peace and quiet, isolated, by and large, from the rest of the galaxy, able to fill the air with the sweet sounds of music and occasionally work on her aim, maybe even take up other more domestic skills like baking or gardening or even carpentry as the house still needed some work in her mind.

Eri could have resigned, and followed exactly in her father's footsteps, running away from her problems and forever regretting that decision, taking up alcoholism in a vein bid to try and console herself and find ways to rationalize whatever twistedly lame reason she could come up with that what she did was the right choice despite what her heart had said otherwise. Despite her resentment towards being a commander, she still loved her job and working with everyone around her. Well... Most everyone. Despite what the man claimed, what he perceived, Eri was still loyal to the Empire and even this back-room beating wasn't going to change that. Though they didn't know it, they were wasting their time, everyone's time in fact and it would only serve to hurt the NIF even more in the short term, or even long term, depending how long this was going to take.

Of course, now she was stuck with her decision to try and stick out whatever punishment they deemed fitting for her "affected loyalties". Damned if I do and damned if I don't. Perhaps it was fitting, that those most loyal to the Federation were to be punished, just like Mai and Thrakis. It was almost amusing that the Emperor had decided not to get personally involved, Eri was sure he'd have enjoyed tearing her mind apart to see just how deep the conspiracy went, how far her "treachery" and hatred for the man spanned.

"Good thing you didn't pick the firing squad," Eri muttered under her breath, "I doubt any of you could hit the dorsal side of the Intimidator if you stood on it."

The idea that the Emperor embodied the Empire was laughable. It was the people that made up the Empire, not one being. He was no more the Empire than Eri could be considered the army, than Devan could be considered Second Fleet, than Draaygo could be considered Task Force Justice. Eri laughed softly at the notion but no one else made any sign they noticed, nor cared to wonder.

It was a very quiet ride, no doubt purposely made that way to try and force the guilty party to reflect on their actions, to realize the severity of their crimes. Suddenly Thrakis was in a very enviable position though, Eri supposed, he would have sooner been shot if he had screwed up as badly as she did. Perhaps the ride was also meant to see if people would crack under the pressure of their impending doom. Eri imagined that similar people might break down, begging for forgiveness or mercy while others still might try to bribe or bargain their way out of this. They hadn't bothered to strip her of her own concealed weapons, but there were five of them and even if she did, somehow, manage to kill all five of them, then what? The door to the cockpit was heavily reinforced and she had little doubt the pilot could release a knockout gas, a nerve agent or even just flood the compartment with vacuum. It would have been fun to try though, if only to make on final act of defiance but her father had tried that and while Eri had no sons or daughters to end her life in response, she also had hopes and dreams of the future.

But, right now, it looks pretty bleak. Hanging her head down, she rested her arms on her lap and leaned forward, waiting for the inevitable. "What's the other part of this so-called 'solution' if you're only the first part of it then?"
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Post by Kane » 2011-08-03 23:56

"If you hadn't already encountered them, I wouldn't tell you. The Blood Troopers. Perfectly loyal, living weapons of war. An extension of the Emperor's will. Nothing more and nothing less."

"Last I checked, they had no initiative whatsoever."

"Like I said, perfect soldiers. Eminently recyclable as well." The small black-suited man who still hadn't presented himself by name sounded almost dreamy when he spoke of the Blood Troopers. Come to think of it, those silent giants behaved similarly, even if they didn't look like the Blood Troopers Eri had witnessed on Sarapin.

"They sure didn't make any difference on Sarapin."

"Oh but you are wrong. Every military objective was reached on Sarapin. Well of course, the army could have caused a bit more damage, but in the end, the devastation was quite widespread. The raid was quite successful and left the Republic weakened at a critical time."

"By the way, what's your name?"

"You can call me... A. Yes, A will do."

"You're some kind of spook, aren't you?"

"Hmm? Ah, you speak of ISIS? No. We don't belong to the intelligence agency. Our purpose is a more pure one. To purge all disloyal factors in the Empire. I suppose that I can largely thank you for our installation."

"Me?"

"Yes. You and people like you crave a response. If you didn't exist, neither would we."

Eri mulled over that for a bit, then asked, "So where are we going?"

"You will find out soon enough. Outside the map is as good an answer as any."

A long while and several jumps later, the pilot contacted a docking control station. There was nothing visible onscreen, but a few minutes later, the superstructure of a space station came into view.

A huge, spherical space station that looked just like... no, it couldn't be.

"That's a Death Star", Eri whispered in disbelief.

"Oh no. Not yet. That's the improved Esseless-class Space Station XP-2. Built around a moon. Although, the station is still building. Mining operations drill deeper into the rocky surface and converts the material to duracrete which is in turn used to add to the station's increasing mass. Duracrete is more resilient than durasteel, but generally not used for starships because of its increased mass. That problem was overcome."

"But it has a superlaser dish."

"Well, so it shares some similarities with the Death Star. Anyway, it's our current base. Please excuse all the construction still going on."

"How...?"

"How was all this done in secret? Well, I'm sure you know the first two Death Stars were built in secret, too?"

They landed without further ado. As they disembarked the shuttle, two large, imposing battle droids joined up with their little party instead of two of the giant, silent men... if that's what they were. Eri was lead on to a small hovercab and they passed winding corridors, full of construction droids of all sizes, milling about like ants, coming, going places, carrying huge metal beams, fusion devices, computers to be installed somewhere. The activity was buzzing, and every single one of them moved with a single-minded purpose and didn't stop to chat. Here and there she could also see collapsible security droids, battle droids, and even some assault droids standing guard. They passed easily thousands of droids of every purpose known to man on their way to whatever their destination was.

"Here we are", the small man 'A' finally said. "Repurposing block 25."

"Repurposing?"

"Making Blood Troopers, mostly. I don't believe that's what in store for you though", he said and got out and into what looked like a detention center. "A-9, reporting in with Marshal Ambicon", he said to the desk droid. "Ah yes", the droid replied in a metallic voice. "You are two minutes late. Go right in."

Inside was a human doctor with a somewhat sick-looking yellowish skin tone, dressed in a white coat. A nurse, and various ominous-looking equipment. "Eri Ambicon? Please take a seat for your physical", the doctor said and motioned to a black chair. She had seen the type before, it was a standard diagnostic model.

"What's up with the examination?"

"We have to make sure that your physical condition is the best it can be before the psychiatric treatment begins. While the procedure is perfectly safe, it can be stressful to the body over prolonged time."

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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Crystala Endivain » 2011-08-04 19:11

The ISIS possesses eyes and ears everywhere, and to say the quiet departure of the Surface Marshal went unnoticed would have been an understatement as the officers aboard the Lusankya, the new army HQ of the NIF, had forwarded her departure information to the respective branches of the ISIS who, along with Doctor Ksslish's report, established that the Surface Marshal was indeed off the ship and away from Bilbringi and Third Fleet.

The alarm bells that did ring, however, came from the most unlikely of sources as rank and file stormtroopers had started to inquire why the Surface Marshal was being escorted by four massive thugs like some sort of prisoner. It was hardly cause for concern as the soldiers were merely informed it was an "over cautious need to ensure her protection". No doubt few of them bought it and were contacting their immediate superiors.

That set off a subtle chain of events as IntOrg agents started to do a little more subtle digging, talking with the flight control officers who had observed the shuttle depart. Due to security reasons, all Federation shuttles were required to transmit their planned hyperspace routes. The shuttle that contained the Surface Marshal complied with the request, but, after the Analysis department ran the numbers, they discovered that the shuttle hadn't provided an entirely accurate route.

This information was quickly forwarded to the Observer, the possibility that a group of people had somehow, once again, managed to breach NIF security protocols and kidnap the army's commander was a slap to the face of the ISIS and the NIF as a whole. With such a high profile kidnapping, it quickly found its way into Crystala's hands as she quickly started to review the footage of the people responsible. NIF facial recognition didn't match any of the kidnappers but Crystala recognized the thugs as they all looked exactly alike and very similar to a few scattered pieces of footage of the few dead Blood Troopers observed on Sarapin.

The short man had no file at all, like he didn't exist. The only problem was, the ISIS controlled the flow of information and determined who and who didn't exist and those who "didn't" exist still had files tucked away in secret locations, unless they were Shadow Hand which, as far as Crystala knew, had been disbanded and their former members declared traitors and to be apprehended or killed on sight.

Standing inside the room filled with all sorts of star charts and navigational aids, Crystala frowned as she wondered what was going on. The Surface Marshal's actions had gotten more and more overt of late, but she largely suspected it was little more than a distraction to whatever Thrakis was plotting. This sudden kidnapping threw a wrench into everything the ISIS had worked to establish so far as people who had willingly talked to the ISIS about the Surface Marshal would hold the agency responsible for this impromptu capture which purely wasn't the case.

"Director," a man called her over as he stood by a massive hologram that displayed the Bilbringi system and over two hundred systems in the immediate area, "We've begun analyzing the route the shuttle carrying the Surface Marshal took, starting with the vector the Lusankya last reported the shuttle departing in. Now, assuming the first set of coordinates it transmitted to the vessel were correct, that would bring it here." A line appeared that spanned several hundred lightyears away from the world. "The rest of them sent, would have taken the shuttle through here, and here, and here." More lines appeared on the holo and a flashing grid appeared around one particular line.

"What's that?" Crystala asked, looking at the red flashing grid.

"That," the analyst observed with a shake of his head, "Is an asteroid storm that is in a massive elliptical orbit of this star..." He shook his head more. "No one is getting through that in hyperspace, especially as the asteroid are usually too small for the hyperspace safeties to detect."

"So, you're saying the Surface Marshal is dead?" Crystala frowned, her red eyes staring at the spot in space.

"It was only discovered a day ago but it was broadcast to every ship in every fleet and flagged as a priority message and if the shuttle carrying the Surface Marshal was seriously going to take that particular route, they would have known about it. Moreover, the shuttle was in a hurry before the Lusankya could respond and attempt to warn them, already in hyperspace by the time flight control realized the path was going to cross it." The man who wore thick fizzyglug bottle glasses looked back at the woman and again shook his head. "Typical vessels usually give flight control plenty of time to make sure their projected route is safe. Whoever was flying that shuttle-"

"Wasn't intending to follow that path in the first place," Crystala finished as she narrowed her eyes. "It was an oversight that they didn't double-check their fake route then."

With a nod, the analyst returned to the star chart. "Precisely. However, that being the case, there's millions of possible locations that shuttle could have gone." With another shake, he put a hand to his chin and said, "Though something does puzzle me."

"What?"

"The listening posts we have tracked him until about here." He pointed to a spot a good distance from Bilbringi. "After that, not a single one has picked up the shuttle's signature."

"Can you analyze the possible routes that it could have taken to avoid those posts?" Crystala already felt a sinking suspicion in her gut that she knew where the Surface Marshal was being taken but she wanted to confirm it first.

"Sure... Give me a minute here." Adjusting his glasses, the portly man picked up a datapad and started inputting the necessary parameters. Large, translucent spheres appeared on the starchart that marked the ranges of the numerous listening and observation posts as well as probes, deep space scouting vessels and even patrol ships were capable of detecting traffic through. Many of those bubbles overlapped but the rest of the starchart changed to better distinguish between the areas covered and the areas not. "Here we go... My, that's still a lot of possibilities." Indeed there were still a good number of routes but compared to the infinite number one normally had, it made the odds of someone infiltrating NIF space and traveling around with impunity so negligible that it might as well be impossible. "Guess it was a good thing the Divergent sunk up on us eh? We installed many of these in the past month to increase our internal network. Heck, a mynock would be hard-pressed to fly around without us knowing about it!"

Crystala nodded absently as her focus stared at one particular portion of unsuspecting space where several thin bands of space suddenly reached another detection net which, while existing on the ISIS databanks as an operational listening post, had never once detected anything. Everyone always dismissed it as being too remote and useless a location for anyone to ever pass through, numerous detours needed just to get there but since the resources had already been spent, no one really wanted to spend more to remove it and relocate it.

It was that spot the sensor covered that made Crystala worried. It was an area where pains were taken since the Emperor's rise to power to hide from nearly everyone in the NIF, an area of space so secret that only a select few knew that anything was going on there at all. Crystala was made aware purely because it was her responsibility to make sure no one in the NIF ever got even so much as the barest hint of its existence. Though she wasn't given any details what was going on, she was privy to a few details, some of which were accidentally dug up other agents, mostly the movement of raw materials as the odd freighter or bulk transport would vanish only to reappear unexpectedly, its cargo manifest having been changed as one patrol ship happened to discover when it had been dispatched from Fourth Fleet to investigate.

That was a nightmare to try and fix but thankfully the crew of the freighter were given a large fine for "accidentally submitting the incorrect cargo manifest". Given the level of secrecy, Crystala had her sinking suspicions about what was happening and knew that, if word of this ever did get out to the rest of the galaxy, the public backlash would not only unite the New Republic on a front never before seen, but also fragment the Federation as officers, loyal to the ideals the NIF stood for would not stand to see another Death Star and would defect.

"I'm going to tell you to do something," Crystala began, her tone ice cold, deadly serious and leaving no room for argument. "And for your sake, you better listen. Don't speak of this to anyone."

The man looked back at Crystala, the dim light in the room reflecting off his fizzyglug bottle glasses to the point they concealed his eyes. "With all due respect ma'am, the Surface Marshal has been kidnapped and we have an obligation to-"

"I have an obligation to find her. You have an obligation to do as I command. I will take your information and make sure it reaches the right channels but I do not need you overreaching your bounds and trying to speculate on anything that people might ask." The stern look on her face along with the fearful aura she emitted through the Dark Side made the man gulp with fear. He had a quiet, lonely job, exactly what he asked for. "Don't make me regret hiring you."

"Y-Yes ma'am. And if anyone asks?"

"Tell them the truth. You did your best but you lost the trail and refuse to operate off speculation alone until you get something more duracrete." Seeing him nod, the fear washing off him an even better signal of his compliance, Crystala turned and exited the room. Whatever was going on in that lonely spot of the galaxy, whatever the Surface Marshal was in for, the Director-General knew that there was little she could do but conduct damage control to the rest of the NIF and down play the fears of kidnapping and further infiltration. In other words, business as usual.

If nothing else, it will only help the Surface Marshal with her conspiracy, that the ISIS is in fact trying to cover something up. Crystala snorted at the irony, her efforts to maintain the status quo only making the agency look worse and worse. What really bothered her was how much this sudden stunt would set them back in terms of trying to root out the dissidents in the NIF. Shadow Hand I can deal with, they only ever operate alone or in small groups. This is a group that has their own system with Force knows what in it. The fact she didn't know what was hiding in that system was what concerned Crystala the most.

Another concern Crystala had focused more on the Surface Marshal herself. PING was more than a capable facility for re-education, so why all the secrecy? ISIS agents could have easily abducted Eri under much better pretenses or just took her in the middle of the night and spun better lies than the whole "specialist treatment" that was plainly mentioned for the woman. Someone was stepping beyond their bounds and that's what irked her the most, even more than the complete disregard those people had, whoever they were, for all the work they had done thus far.
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Post by Eri Ambicon » 2011-08-04 19:14

This is insane! Eri thought as she couldn't get over the idea that the Federation was trying to build another Death Star. "A" could call it whatever the hell he wanted, Eri knew a Death Star when she saw one and it was almost bad enough the prototype was hovering above Yag'Dhul with Fourth Fleet but at least the officers there knew to use that thing for any practical reason was folly given its state of incompleteness- it was little more than a shell after all.

Everything she had seen, it made no sense. From the levels of construction to the number of droids and sophistication of the converted moon, the NIF would have had to have been working at this for months at least. Which meant the Emperor would have started... Shortly around the time he took the throne... Just how many people were involved with this project, Eri had no idea but she felt fairly certain that Wesiri wasn't involved otherwise he wouldn't have bothered wasting the time to have that brief chat with her, especially if he knew she was going to be sent in for repurposing. Unless he's the one who suggested it.

No, it still made no sense because he was busy on some project on Bespin and reports confirmed that. Going through the list of fleet commanders, Eri easily dismissed Devan as he had only just gotten promoted. Tavish would never be able to keep something like this a secret and he still felt horrible for using the superlaser on the Deadly Surprise. Ibrahim simply didn't have the resources and would have probably sooner tried to finish constructing his Death Star Prototype. Draaygo was only a Task Force Commander and therefore had even fewer resources than his CO.

The ISIS then? Given the level of secrecy involved, there was little doubt to Eri that the intel agency was at least marginally aware something was going on and making sure no one else found out but they had their own problems to deal with lately. Unless all those security breaches were due to their reallotment of resources here. Still, the Director-General with a doomsday weapon? Eri refused to believe that for even a moment as the ISIS would prefer to gank an entire city with assassins than blow up a world, after all, Death Stars didn't really scream "Hi, I'm going to sneak up on your planet and blow you up!"

Given the lack of prolific Grand Moffs, in the end, all hyperlanes lead to Corellia, or, in this case, Kane. "No wonder Sarapin was such a disaster," Eri muttered coldly to A-9 as she looked at the doctor and nurse. How isolated were they in this little moon, ignorant of what was going on in the rest of the galaxy? Did they even know of the Divergent? Of Sarapin? That the Federation was balancing on a knife's edge and this would cause them not to fall off but rather onto the edge and slice them in half?

"Please, don't make this any more difficult for yourself than it already is," the doctor gestured to the chair, his sickly yellow face and drooping eyes making him look like a walking biological hazard.

Eri stood there, wondering what she should do in this situation. Given the level of security and protection that existed on this station, along with the remoteness of its location, she knew she stood little chance of fighting her way out or even trying to summon aid. Right now, wishing she had some sort of distress beacon sounded pretty nice, the idea of seeing a bunch of NIF ships arrive to witness the horror that was taking place, Eri would gladly sacrifice her life if it meant this station would never see completion.

What would Mai do? Eri wondered. The answer was obvious. Escape from the room and hide and evade every single search party that could have been dispatched to look for her while trying to find a way to either escape or blow this moon up, or both. She ran through the various possibilities and all of them were grim. Taking in a deep breath, she reached a decision as she surrendered herself and sat down on the black chair. So long as there was the possibility of life, there was the possibility that she could one day make these twisted fiends pay for whatever processed they were about to inflict upon her for their "repurposement".

"This isn't the Federation," Eri hissed, glaring at A-9, "This is an envious corpse trying to reach up from the grave to destroy the real Federation."
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"What an interesting thing to say. Dramatic and delivered with flair", A-9 replied with his arms crossed while the doctor was putting his instruments in place for a thorough full-body scan. "Maybe you should have been a poet instead of a warrior."

"Who says I can't be both?"

"Touché. But let me ask you this. Who is more guilty of diminishing freedoms, those who impose security, or those who necessitates that security in the first place?"

"Don't play sly with me. You would have loved to work under the Old Empire, wouldn't you?"

"Since you ask, I was once a member of COMPNOR, in the Sub-Adult Group. I later became involved in the Coalition for Improvements and finally joined the Imperial Security Bureau in the Remnant. ISIS didn't see fit to employ my services when the Unification came around, but a small part of the Remnant's intelligence services were of like mind and with similar fates. We stuck together to weather the changes, and received private support. Our chance arrived when the Emperor... your Emperor to be precise, was first deprived of his illegitimate assassination circle and then was beset by previously loyal officers mutining all around him with more threatening to leave the ranks. Our organization contacted the Emperor and gave him just what he needed at the time he needed it the most. The N.I.F.s technology gives us the means which we previously lacked, the ability to ensure loyalty everywhere. It is my calling to weed out traitorous elements, anything that can threaten the everlasting establishment of the New Order. Even the watered-down version employed by the NIF. Are the times changing, or are we changing them? I don't know, and as long as the times keep moving in the right direction, I don't care why."

The Doctor had completed his examination and finished with his checkup by taking a few genetic samples from Eri. A strand of hair, a scrape of skin, a nail clip. "Everything... hrrhsshk... seems to be in order", the Doctor said with a very raspy voice. "She is ready for hibernation."

"Hibernation?", Eri asked.

"Standard preparation procedure before the loyalty adjustment protocol begins", A-9 replied, and the Doctor filled in with "Please, just relax. This won't hurt a bit", he said while the nurse strapped her down. "Just to make sure you don't hurt yourself. We'll keep it from being too tight. Don't want to impair your blood circulation", he said and smiled, showing miscoloured and poorly shaped teeth, matching his sickly skin colour and raspy breathing. For being a Doctor, he didn't seem too good at taking care of his own health.

The black chair was suddenly lowered down through the floor and into a different chamber. A large hydraulic metal cylinder came up from the floor and locked in place with a metallic clank around Eri's chair. Next a robotic arm with something that looked almost like a gun came out of nowhere and suddenly sprayed her with a transparent goo all over. Eri blinked and was trying to blow her nose clean so she could breathe. The goo hardened very rapidly into a form-fitting body casing, after which two massive metal clamps approached her from the sides. It pushed inward and locked in place, leaving her in complete darkness and a very tight, heavily claustrophobic fit with only the sound of her own breathing heard in the room. She then caught a very brief 'psshh' noise and a very brief, extremely chilling feeling all over.

Then nothing.

Darkness... she couldn't even hear her own breaths anymore. She wasn't sure if her eyes were open or not, it didn't seem to make any difference, because she could feel nothing at all. Even her thoughts were sluggish and unresponsive. At least the sense of claustrophobia was gone, along with... everything else. Was this what it was like to be dead?

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Post by Eri Ambicon » 2011-08-06 07:31

It was a familiar feeling as Eri recalled experiencing something similar to this once in the past. Not just once... It was a surreal feeling as there wasn't any feeling at all, no cold indicative of dying, no sound, no light, no darkness, just... nothing. Eri could only imagine what had happened to her. Maybe she was encased in a frozen block of carbonite, or maybe she forced into some sort of trance. Wild speculations ran through her mind as she tried to figure out what might come next. She didn't really regret anything, except finding herself in this state where she was now of no use to anyone. It was a depressing thought as she no longer had any concept of time.

The Emperor thinks this will break me? All it'll do is make me want to kill him more.

Suddenly an ear piercing buzzer noise tore into Eri's mind, making her want to scream though no sound came out. What was that? Her answer would come quickly as an alien voice said, "The Emperor is the Empire and to kill him makes you a traitor. You're not a traitor are you?" If Eri could blink, she would have, or maybe she did. What was that voice? It sounded very monotone and mechanical, but, just how was it speaking to her? It started to speak, droning on about how such thoughts had lead her to this moment and trying to reinforce the idea that this suffering was because of those thoughts.

It droned on and on and suddenly Eri could see how maddening such a voice could be to people who were completely deprived of any ability to react, immobile and unable to block their ears or even scream. She listened to the voice for a moment before she found her mind drifting off to something else, something she had all but completely forgotten...

The fields of Dantooine were quiet as two figures stood staring out into the distance where a bunch of metal targets were placed. A massive man glanced down at a little girl who was awkwardly holding a sniper rifle that was easily larger than she was. She was prone, staring through the scope and not looking all that interested in being there, especially as weekend cartoons were on and instead here she was because her Dad had dragged her out here, the walk itself long and torturous.

"You're going to thank me someday for this," Cid snorted as he returned his judgmental gaze over to the targets a hundred meters away. "And today's lesson is going to be dealing with distractions that will try to plague any sniper. The difference between a dead sniper and a professional is their ability to completely ignore everything around you." He reached down into the pocket of his massive overcoat, drawing out a bottle of brandy and, undoing the top, gulped down some of the brown liquid as the little girl fired a shot from the gun. The sporting rifle was very low powered and didn't experience the same level of recoil as some of the much more powerful military guns. "No no no! Can't you hit the dorsal side of a Star Destroyer!?!"

The girl sniffled. "But Daddy... I don't wanna be here... I want to watch car-toons..."

That made him snort again. "Exactly my point. You're too distracted by the pointless things in life. The holos are corrupting the youth of today, disillusioning them with visions of grandeur for minimal effort, that being a soldier is all gung-ho attitude and guns blazing. A bad influence." It was a pretty bold statement but to the girl who barely knew most of those words, she still wondered how watching a show about hand drawn Ewoks explore the forest moon of Endor for treasure and the golden idol was a "bad influence". "Clear your mind Eri and for the millionth time, squeeze the trigger, don't pull!"

Sniffling again, the girl tried again, firing the rifle yet again. That shot finally found something, the metal of one of the targets, the distant ping reaching the two of them but, alas, to Cid, it wasn't good enough. "You barely nicked the edge of the steel plate!" Knocking back more of the brandy, he replaced the cap on it and looked back down at his daughter. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this, but you seem to be having a hard time focusing..." Putting the bottle back in his pocket, he pulled something else out from another pocket with his other hand. "Eri, look up."

Doing as she was asked, Eri's head tilted up to look at her father. Her eyes suddenly widened with horror and fear. "Mister Fluffy!!!" she cried out, seeing her favorite stuffed Mupple held in her father's one hand while a large, wicked looking knife was held against the head of the toy. It wasn't the first time he threatened to let harm befall the only real friend the girl had and every time she thought she had hidden Mr. Fluffy somewhere he couldn't find it, he had always managed to pull it out of his pocket and use it to scare her into submission.

"Nothing will happen to Mister Fluffy so long as you do exactly as I say," he said calmly, seeing the girl on the verge of tears yet again. It was a disappointing sight and he wondered how long it would take her to grow out of her stuffed-animal phase, but so long as she was in it and so dearly attached to the stuffed Mupple, he would be taking advantage of her dependance to it. "Now, get your mind off your holo-shows..."

"O-Okay... Please... don't hurt him!" the girl begged. Seeing the knife press into the fluff of the toy, the girl squeaked out a cry of horror as she was once again commanded to stop thinking about her shows. "I'm not thinking about them!!!" she cried, telling the truth as she was no longer consumed with any desire to be back at home watching the holovid as her mind was now scared for the soft, grey toy.

"Good," Cid said, seeing progress being made again. Somehow he would have to up the ante but that was something to think of for later. "Now, look back through the scope. Clear your mind of all thoughts including Mister Fluffy." The girl sniffled again, desperately trying to do as he asked though the thought of the poor, defenseless mupple being held hostage made the little girl both scared and very sad. "Ignore the sound of my voice, the chirps of the birds in the distance... It's just you and you alone..." The rest came naturally as complete silence filled the air for a long moment, only the distant chirping of a couple birds and the gentle rustling of the grass filling the air. Finally that silence was broken by the loud crack of the rifle, an instant later the metal ping returning to the two of them. Cid cracked a smile as the shot finally found its mark. "Someday," he muttered softly as he pulled the knife away from Mister Fluffy, "Someday..."



It was only one lesson of so many over the course of Eri's life at home, but that was the first one when her Dad taught her how to clear her mind of all outside senses, honing her focus and concentration to such a point that she could completely ignore the world and all it's needs for days if necessary. Eri had reached that point, the lack of sensory perception already helping her along as she only had to worry about blocking out the droning voice that was commanding obedience from her. All its attempts to reach Eri were met with failure as she no longer registered it as existing, the experienced sniper having entered the zone, imagining herself staring through the scope of a sniper rifle and waiting for some make-believe target to appear. It never would, but Eri could maintain this state forever...
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Post by Kane » 2011-08-06 10:36

"How is it going?"

"The Emperor's soldiers are made of stern stuff. The computer pegs her at only 1% responsiveness."

"It'll take forever at that rate. Increase intrusiveness and the pain simulator program."

"Okay. But the simulators are just that. We can't actually give her any pain when she's hibernated."

"Everyone breaks. It's just a matter of time. Sensory deprivation breaks down the personality and lets the computer build a new one."

"Yes but her curve is almost flat. Most people scream out of their minds in hours. The toughest one we've had so far took three days to completely break."

"Any notion of mental training in her profile?"

"No, but she's an elite sniper... Surface Marshal. The Emperor's finest. I reckon that counts for something."

"We need results. This isn't just any common criminal in for reeducation. I can't tell A-9 that it doesn't work. They'd shoot her and I could kiss my promotion good-bye."

"Well... we could administer the drugs. It would take several hours before they get around her system though, with her slowed down metabolism."

"Is that safe?"

"She's as fit as they come."

"Do it. Set the computer to alert if the curve reaches 50%, we don't want to take any chances."

"What should I do if we don't reach 50% with safe limits?"

"We'll see then. It's not like she's got a lot of alternatives."

The 'drugs' was a cocktail of spice, distributive and stabilizing agents. Gunjack to diminish the ability to reason, Yarrock to induce hallucinations, and expensive Glytteryll to suppress memories. The mixture had been named GY² from its main components (G-Y-GY). The spice was acting slowly but it was still as effective as with wake subjects. The hibernatory state subjects were kept in removed the usefulness of most spice however, which was as a sensory stimulant.

The adopted re-education program had a successful conversion rate of just over 90%. Those who failed re-education was simply tucked back in for a second go, which took 90% out of the reminders. But sometimes, the failures didn't appear immediately, and were let go too early, in which case they had to be caught again first. There was also the last 1% which the program didn't work on with two passes. They were simply kept in carbonite storage until a later time, if one ever came. If they ever had too many subjects built up as faliures, maybe some additional effort would be made to get them through the program, but for now it just wasn't cost-effective.

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Post by Crystala Endivain » 2011-08-08 04:17

Quieting the inquisitive minds on Third Fleet was proving more difficult than Crystala had expected, especially since the people who took the Surface Marshal had done such a piss poor job leaving a convincing statement for people to believe. Thankfully, the ISIS had experienced situations worse than this before so Crystala's concern was allowed to focus more on the area of space she had been told to prevent people from investigating. Still, it didn't sit well with her that these people were allowed to run around with impunity and make her job even harder than it was already. It was time to send them a message and warn them that the ISIS was not their janitors to clean up any messes they left behind in the wake of whatever their operations were. Only question is, how to properly send that message...

Unfortunately, trying to summon Second or Third fleet would invoke IMEXCO and it would become instantly obvious what she was up to, even to send a single ship would appear risky so instead Crystala turned her attention to Fourth Fleet. The area in question was within NIF space so it was well within Fourth's jurisdiction. Leaning back in her chair, the Director-General smiled to herself as she wondered what Draaygo was doing right now. She had been made aware that the Surface Marshal had visited the man in his quarters not long ago to give him "piano lessons" and, thankfully she respected people's privacy enough to not activate any of those hidden holocameras that weren't supposed to exist. They hadn't talked since the Ball, though Crystala attributed it more to work than any attempt on either of their parts to try and actively avoid each other.

Okay, maybe I am avoiding him just a little... She didn't really know why but now wasn't the time to think about such personal things as more pressing concerns threatened both the NIF and the army as a whole. Activating her terminal, Crystala checked out the various intel reports regarding pirate and smuggler activities and movements. The NIF was plagued with all sorts of outlaws and it was Fourth's primary job to avoid their periodical raids. Crystala created another report, following the same format as all the other reports.
To: Commander Riinuuk
CC: Commodore Vareshi

Priority: URGENT
Status: Classified, Your Eyes Only
Intel Report: D2H9Z-63-SEDE

Recent reports suggest that a band of pirates are amassing in the attached sector of space. Numbers and exact composition are unknown but estimates predict there are at least seven cruiser sized vessels, nine frigates and twelve corvettes with an unknown number of starfighters. Furthermore, there are unconfirmed reports suggesting they are in possession of a DeepSpace-class Sensor Ship so take any precautions you deem necessary.

Please report any findings directly to the ISIS and take whatever actions you deem necessary to respond to this possible threat.

Dark Side be with you.

Attached file: Coordinates.hsr
Encrypting the message and transmitting it directly to the two intended recipients, using direct channels that would prevent the message from being easily intercepted, especially by any spies in the ISIS just in case any of the supposed pirates had moles in her agency. Crystala trusted the two officers to do whatever they needed to do and act however appropriate and she purposely tried to make the threat sound bigger than any pirate force might typically be. The only regret she had was that her speculations of the enemy composition was a complete lie but she lacked the resources to commit any of her own vessels and if there were warships in the system, Echo-class cruisers were hardly the combat vessels she could afford to spend on such things.

Now all she had to do was sit back and wait. Let's hope Fourth Fleet finds something useful.
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Post by Kane » 2011-08-08 12:37

"So how did it go?"

"Not very well. Curve on 28% and never above 35."

"So what's next?"

"We'll find out if it took or not. Thaw her up and prep her for questioning", the second voice directed to the maintenance droids. Most functions on the station where mechanical in nature, with limited personnel. Part of that was to maintain its secrecy, of course.

"Any lingering sideeffects from the GY²?"

"Too early to tell. But most of it is out of her system by now, aside from trace elements and byproducts."

Eri was in a whirlwind of sorts, a maelstrom of thoughts, emotions, and colours. Faces which screamed things at her that she had a hard time to understand, then dissolved or was stretched out into infinity. It was impossible to make any rational sense out of it all, and whatever effect it had on her psyche was on a very basic level.

Then, suddenly, a flashfire sensation. It was as if she had been dipped in liquid fire, but the feeling subsided almost immediately... although a burning feeling lingered, and some kind of moan escaped her lips. She slowly began to realize that the burn was the warmth of living, pumping blood returning to her body, and she tried to open her eyes but quickly shut them again. The light level in the room was reduced during revivification, but it still stung like the beams of a thousand suns drilling into her pupils.

It was slowly getting better. She was dimly aware of the whizzing of mechanical parts and could feel herself being sunk down into some kind of liquid. She worked to open her eyes and finally succeeded. Eri found herself in a bath, dipped from head to toe in something that felt like and looked like greenish warm water. The plastic form that had covered her was gone.

"Welcome back", a mechanical voice said to her. "Please stand by for drying."

She was pulled up, surprisingly gently, by huge mechanical arms. Then a hot wind hit her as a large fan started wuzzing, presumably to dry her up. They hadn't bothered undressing or dressing her so she was still in uniform, although by now it had seen better days. By the time she was getting dry, she was almost starting to feel better and getting her bearings.

"What's going on?"

"Please remain still during the revivification process", the droid stated, not having the best of bedside manners.

Eri decided it was pointless to argue with a machine, especially one that looked like it could crush her with ease, and waited, still strapped down in a chair. Finally, the process, whatever it was, had finished and the chair was sent up through the ceiling which opened up to let it through and then went sideways into another room. It was empty, but Eri had only just arrived when A-9, the sickly doctor, the nurse, an unidentified man and three droids entered.

The Doctor, the nurse, and one of the droids - a medical model - immediately began to check diagnostic readings from Eri's chair, and the droid scanned her. Non one was paying any attention to Eri, only the checkup done by the medical team.

"Looks good", the nurse said. "Yes", the Doctor agreed. "Vital signs within acceptable range", the droid stated. "Expected levels of post-hibernation trauma. Point zero one five per cent trace amounts of injected substances."

"Hook her up so we can begin. Welcome back to the land of the living, Ms. Ambicon", A-9 said, but there was no warmth in his greeting. The medical droid had already started connecting electrodes all over Eri's skin, apparently they weren't satisfied with just distance scanning.

"We have a simple interview for you. First a couple of control questions. What is your name?"

"Eri... Eri Ambicon."

"Place of birth?"

"Dantooine."

A-9 looked down on a datapad, presumably to confirm her statement. He looked up again with no comment and continued.

"What is the most important thing in your life?"

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Post by Eri Ambicon » 2011-08-08 20:32

Eri wished she had a chrono on, or could have at least seen a clock hanging on a wall somewhere as she tried to figure out how long she had been out for. She stared at A-9, the intense loathing she had towards the man still there though she wasn't sure why she hated him so much. When he asked her what the most important thing in her life was, Eri blinked. What sort of question was that? Was it meant to test her loyalties? What were her loyalties? No, that's not the question...

The most important thing in her life?

"To further the interests of the New Imperial Federation," she replied slowly, the words just coming out. Part of her felt violated for saying that though she couldn't honestly think of a better answer. Other things were important to Eri, but the thin man asked for the most important. But is that the most important thing? She wasn't sure whether or not that was the answer he was looking for but he seemed satisfied enough to move onto the next one.

"Who best represents the interests of the New Imperial Federation?" A-9 asked.

Eri blinked a couple times. These questions were just getting more and more complicated. Everyone in the NIF represented its interests, from the Stormtrooper on the front lines to the- No... they're a means to achieving those interests. They don't necessarily represent them. The same could be said for nearly everyone else then... Right? But... then... who... After a few more blinks, she answered, "The Emperor?" The answer felt so wrong, but Eri couldn't quite understand why. He was the leader of the NIF and was therefore responsible for making the decisions and whatever his interests were, so too was the NIF interested in. It made sense but somehow it felt there was something more to it, something that remained just out of Eri's grasp, like an idea or a name that was on the tip of her tongue that she couldn't quite remember.

"Let's try a hypothetical question. If I were to point a blaster to the Emperor, your first reaction would be to?"

Green eyes widened at that. What sort of question was that? "To shoot you in the face before you can even think about pulling the trigger," she replied bluntly as she narrowed her eyes in response. Of course, she wanted to do that right now and she still had her blasters on her and there wasn't anything stopping her, except for the distinct feeling that she wouldn't live for very long afterwards.

He smirked, clearly pleased with her previous answer before moving onto the next question. "Do you love Emperor Kane?"

"In what way do you mean 'love'?" she asked, her eyes still narrowed as she wondered if he was just toying with her at this point, his life so boring he wanted to see the range of reactions he could get out of her. Eri very much doubted that was a serious question but she wasn't going to question that as she tried to fathom that question.

"Okay, let's try this. Would you die for His Imperial Majesty Emperor Kane Roscoe?"

"I... I would." Eri struggled with that one a little as she tried to place herself into a situation where she would be in a position to throw down her life for the man in question. She was a sniper and an army commander, not a royal guard so it wasn't likely that she would anywhere around to throw herself in front of a blaster bolt. But, on the off chance she was, she knew it was her duty to do that, despite something in the back of her mind nagging at her psyche. Was it a lie? Was she maybe just not thrilled with the idea of the Emperor being in harms way? It hurt to think and Eri hoped the questions would end soon because she felt tired and still very much sore from the experience of the repurposement.
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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Kane » 2011-08-08 21:22

A-9 asked her several more questions, but that was just following protocol. He was satisfied with the results, and lowered his datapad.

"She passes. Surface Marshal, I apologize for the harsh conditions you have had to endure, but you are a soldier and know that war often results in... discomforts", he said and adjusted his black sunvisor. "You will be escorted to a rest and relaxation facility, where you can recoup before a shuttle will return you to your duties. Perhaps I will meet you on the way out", A-9 smiled, but it was a cold smile with no true friendliness to it.

The nurse unstrapped Eri, who tried to stand up but almost fell over. The Doctor and the nurse stabilized her. "Careful", the Doctor said. "Hrrzsk. You will recover shortly."

"You two, escort her to facility RR-2C and give her a room", A-9 said and looked at two of the remaining droids, who were some kind of security model. "Yes sir", they both replied in a metallic voice and readied their weapons. Neither of them offered to support Eri, that was probably not part of their programming. She was taking it slowly and managed to walk carefully, glad to get out of the room and leaving those people behind, although she didn't understand why.

The droids followed her to a turbolift. After the lift ride and a hoverband transport, they walked a short while until Eri could hear music. It was getting stronger as they moved on. They met several people in uniform along the way, some of them talking loudly, clearly inebriated.

"Where's that coming from?", she asked.

"The cantina", one of the droids replied without giving any details. The music spoke to Eri unlike anything else in this place had since she had arrived, but she decided to go with the droids. Maybe they would leaver her alone then, and she could use a rest.

"Here we are", the other droid said and pushed a button on the door panel, causing it to slide open. Inside was a room that reminded of a hotel, clean, neatly done, waiting for a new guest. A guest room, not a home. But it offered a bed, a shower, holovision, among things. The droids stayed outside as she walked in to her room. She could hear them take up a posting outside.

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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2011-08-09 03:19

It wasn't as nice as Eri's quarters back on the Lusankya but the room was clean which was more than she could say about the doctor who looked like he had been stuck on this moon for far too long, probably exposed to whatever vile toxins they dug up from its core. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Eri leaned forward and put in head in her hands, trying to put her thoughts together as she struggled to figure out what she had just been through. Her head hurt so much right now and the simple comfort of the bed was overshadowed by the lingering pain from emerging from the repurposement.

Looking at her uniform, Eri realized just how poorly it appeared now and, seeing a fully stocked refresher, she decided to undress and take a sonic shower, at least freshen herself up and see if the pulses couldn't help clear her mind. Entering the shower, Eri turned it on and lost herself to the swirling confusion in her mind. Why can't I think straight? she wondered to herself. As she felt the pulses hit against her, Eri suddenly remembered she was in a strange place, not a warship or even a typical Federation facility but some sort of construction project. Battle station... Moon... Part of her wondered just how many people knew of this place and wanted to try and get the word out, that such a monstrous project shouldn't be allowed to exist while the rest of her was more concerned with trying to piece together everything else.

Her thoughts were jumbled together into a mess that she struggled to cope with. Leaning against the shower wall, Eri slid down and rested her head back against the tile. Something just isn't adding up... Once again she clutched her head in her hands, gently tugging at her long hair that felt greasy for some reason. "Argh..." she cried out in frustration.
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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by DraaygoRiinuuk » 2011-08-10 01:14

Draaygo sat in his office aboard Apocalypse going over the latest movement of a band of pirates that had been preying upon the northern stretch of the Hydian Way. His group had been trying to take them out for a few days now, and the lack of success was weighing on him. He had even started to believe they somehow had a mole within his fleet, but had no way of proving it, yet.

He was just about to call in to IntOrg and ask them if they had any possible hints on who it could be or how they had gotten in when a message came in for him. It was from Crystala, but he didn't let his hopes get up as it was logged as an official report, not personal. He still hadn't managed to get a chance to talk with her since the ball, and it appeared he still wouldn't. He opened it and read over the contents.

He called up the coordinates in question and found it a little odd. They indicated an area of space he had flagged as clean according to the last reports, and it wasn't the best place to amass such a large pirate force. He also found it a little odd she had sent it personally and directly to him, with Ibrahim on copy. Most reports were filtered to him through various agents and analysts.
Alright, Crystala, I'll bite. I may not know exactly what is going on, but it wouldn't be the first time you used me instead of your own people to gather information. Like then, I'm happy to oblige.

Activating his comm, he called up the director of flight operations aboard Apocalypse, Grayson Steelwing. "Flight Director Steelwing, prepare one of the new Tigris Drones we got from the Grand Admiral to test out. Set it to relay all the information it gathers directly to me, no other record shall be made of it's findings. I am sending the coordinates where it needs to go right now," he said and forwarded attached coordinates to Grayson.

"Um, yes sir," Graayson said, sounding rightfully confused. "I'll have it ready and off in a few minutes. All readings will go directly to your terminal and no other trace will be made. Can I ask what this is for?"

"Just a follow-up on some information I just received. I need to see if it can be trusted, and since we have to test out the Tigris Drones anyway, thought it would be a good idea. Plus, I don't want to put the fleet on alert if it turns out to be nothing," he said nonchalantly. It was kind of true, from a certain point of a view. Now all he could do was wait for the Tigris to do its job.

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The small, black Tigris Drone #TD-04-JA-003, called Jae by the techs who worked on it, made its way through hyperspace on it's way to the outskirts of the system located at the coordinates that had been given by Director Endivain. Reports had it as a small, insignificant system with only two planets orbiting a single star and surrounded by an asteroid belt. Both of the planets were completely uninhabitable, even the single moon for the outlying planet was useless. Scans had shown the asteroid belt to not be rich enough in any necessary metals to be worth mining and the location of the system wasn't anywhere near any trade routes. All in all it was just like any other overlooked system in the galaxy.

Jae exited hyperspace just outside of the system and began the process of gathering every scrap of intel it could. It started to slowly make its way further into the system in a swirling route that would keep it as far out as possible as it made it's way closer to the center of the system. As it went along it continuously fed everything back to the Commander of the Apocalypse from whence it came.

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Draaygo stared at the information coming to him via Jae. Not surprisingly there was so far no hint of a fleet the size that Crystala had described. Instead, there were only some freighters going to and from the area around the outermost planet. To be more specific, he noticed as newer information came in, the moon orbiting the planet.


Minions of Xendor! Draaygo thought as he watched the continually updated data stream. It turned out that it wasn't really a moon, well, not anymore. Someone had transformed the moon into an Esseles-class space station. To make things worse, he was getting information that indicated it may have a super laser attached. He found it hard to believe, but then remembered that only a few years prior the Hutts had made a super laser equipped ship, and, more recently, the terrorist Jen'vey had one. Son of a... well, we can't let something like this last.

He waited a few more seconds for Jae to confirm the data it had gathered thus far, which it did, unfortunately. He then collected it all and prepared a message to be sent directly back to Crystala the same way she had sent her message to him.
To: Director-General Endivain
CC: Commodore Vareshi

Priority: URGENT
Status: Classified, For Your Eyes Only
Intel Report: D2H9Z-63-SEDE; Follow-Up

Director-General Endivain, your information appears to be slightly off. A force of pirates in the numbers you have suggested could not be found at the coordinates specified. However, the search of the area was not in vain, as an Unknown group has constructed a space station using the only moon within the system. Information gathered by our scout suggests it may be equipped with a weapon equivalent to a super laser. The threat such a space station would possess is immeasurable. I request that actions be taken to destroy it where it floats. I have attached the current information our scout has gathered.

Thank you for your time,
Commander Draaygo Riinuuk
Imperial Starfleet; Fourth Fleet; Task Force Justice; NIFSS Apocalypse
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Task Force Commander of Task Force Justice

Attachment: TD-04-JA-003 Log Info.dsi


He knew that he wouldn't have the firepower to stand up to it on his own, so he hoped that Crystala or Ibrahim would be able to think of something. He still had no idea what Crystala was up to or how she had come across those coordinates, but he trusted that she knew what she was doing, or at least had a good idea.
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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Crystala Endivain » 2011-08-10 04:40

The return report from Draaygo didn't really surprise Crystala as much as she thought it would. It was the next closest thing to a Death Star without it actually being one- the fact it wasn't being built from metal but rather a converted moon being the biggest difference- which was probably worse since metal could be taken out through the overwhelming application of firepower but to destroy a converted moon would take another superlaser, or a long, tedious pounding with all the fleets combined. Though I'm not an officer of the navy so I'll just say we need a superlaser to deal with that thing.

Now Crystala was left with a much bigger question. How to respond to this? Ignorance truly was bliss, especially in this case as the galaxy would be up in arms if word of this ever got out. The New Republic would suddenly find themselves regretting cutting Jen'Vey and the Divergent loose and even elements within the Federation would rebel as worlds would see this as a departure from the ideas the NIF claimed to stand for. Draaygo had recommended to destroy it, though the intel the new scout ship had gathered didn't reveal much about it save that it was still under construction and had what appeared to be a superlaser attached to it. Whether it was even close to being operational or not, Crystala had no idea and she couldn't risk showing the captured holos to the analysis department for their take least the images spread through the NIF like wildfire. I could put a gag order on them...

Ibrahim had yet to weigh in with his opinion, but that didn't mean she still didn't have an obligation to give them her recommendation. She had expected Fourth to send a detachment of vessels but this was fine since she still had plausible denaibility on her side as she began to compose another encrypted response.
To: Commodore Vareshi, Commander Riinuuk

Priority: URGENT
Status: Classified, For Your Eyes Only
Intel Report: D2H9Z-63-SEDE; Recommendations

Upon receiving the gathered intel. The ISIS is currently conducting an analysis of the images and data captured. Currently, it is unclear the level of operation or combat readiness the unknown station is at. The intel gathered by Commander Riinuuk will be forwarded to HIRM Emperor Kane for his knowledge and his recommendation however, in the interim, it is the opinion of the ISIS that, until this station is properly identified and analyzed, it must be treated as a hostile target trespassing within New Imperial Federation space.

Take every precaution you deem necessary. In the interest of time, however, it is recommended that you should act swiftly and use what resources you have available to Fourth Fleet.

Grand Inquisitor, Director-General of the Imperial Security and Intelligence Service
Crystala Endivain
Sending the message through the same channels as before, she took in a deep breath as she wondered about Kane's response to this threat when he found out. Getting to her feet, Crystala copied the image and associated intel to an imagecaster which she would bring with her to show Lord Kane. There was little doubt that he was fully aware of what was going on there and would view this incursion as a failure on her part to keep it a secret. But, had the people in charge of that place done their own jobs correctly, I wouldn't have had to resort to these measures to settle everyone else down and put their minds at ease.

Leaving her office, Crystala proceeded towards the hanger where her shuttle would take her to the Nemesis. She kept her comlink with her in case either one of the officers in Fourth needed to contact her. This was a very delicate situation but one that needed to be handled in such a way to both send a message to the group that kidnapped the Surface Marhsal and maintain the illusion to the rest of the NIF that the ISIS was doing their job.
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