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Post by Darth Vader on May 22, 2007 15:22:36 GMT -5
The battle on Ord Mantell had indubitably been a victory. Despite that fact, Darth Vader still couldn't help but to be dissapointed by it. The Rebel Alliance had lived on, and that meant that the galaxy-wide conflict would continue. He sighed, knowing that it really didn't matter as of now. What had happened happened, and it was probably for a reason. The Force rarely allowed true coincidences to happen.
That set his thoughts a-swirling again. What was the Force trying to tell him through this constant line of futile conflicts and endless battles with no true resolution? Was he on the right side? Did he even know what the right side was anymore? He pushed the thoughts from his mind. It was too late for him. He had done too much evil to go back now; he was a servant of the Dark Side now, and would remain so forever more. There was no hope for him now. ... Was there?
He would have sighed, if he were breathing for himself anymore, but instead cleared his mind of such disturbing thoughts. He turned his attention back to the present, staring out into space. He enjoyed the sight of the stars steaking by as the Firewind blasted through hyperspace even as he mentally went over his personal fleet's fighting strength. Death Squadron was weaker then it had formerly been, but its strength would not remain so insignificant. What was the keenest in Vader's mind was the complete and total destruction of the 501st, as many of the legion members had been on board the Executor when she crashed into the second Death Star. He had been quite fond of both the ship and the Legion, which had been among the best in the Empire, and was looking forward to rebuilding it himself.
That thought brought a smile to his face as the fleet came out of hyperspace near Byss, Vader's very own planet. He left the bridge with a simple, "Prepare my shuttle." He was going to inspect the factories that were even now working on the construction of the Executor II and Devestator II, the completion of which would put Death Squadron back at its full strength. Until then, Vader's only real problem was finding officers that he wanted transferred from the rest of the fleet to complete Death Squadron's revival.
((MMK, the current ship roster for Death Squadron is:
Accuser, Imperial-Class Star Destroyer
Adjudicator, Imperial-Class Star Destroyer
Avenger, Imperial-Class Star Destroyer
Conquest, Imperial-Class Star Destroyer
Chimera, Imperial-Class Star Destroyer
Firewind, Victory-Class Star Destroyer and Darth Vader's Flagship
Stalker, Imperial-Class Star Destroyer
Tyrant, Imperial-Class Star Destroyer
Vengeance, Imperial-Class Star Destroyer
Death Squadron is currently docked on the planet Byss until further orders from Lord Vader arrive and the crews have a few days of planet-side leave until the squadron gets back into action searching for the Rebels.))
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Post by TK-1332 Bjmp on May 22, 2007 19:28:14 GMT -5
Soon I will create an officer to command a star destroyer called the Imperium, can it be inluded in the Death Squadren? It will be Group Zero's deployment ship.
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Post by Darth Vader on May 22, 2007 20:22:20 GMT -5
((Certainly. The more ships in the unprecidentedly large Death Squadron, the better.))
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Post by Darth Vader on May 23, 2007 3:23:50 GMT -5
Lord Vader arrived at his shuttle in a timely fashion. He was in the passenger area within a few moments, the almost throne-like chair beckoning to him. He oblidged it, taking a seat as the ramp closed before him. "You will take me to the factories," he commanded. The shuttle lurched forward even as he gave the command, moving out into space from the massive ship that had taken him to the system. He didn't have to tell them which factories he was talking about; the pilots and everybody else in Death Squadron knew just how impatient Vader was being about his shiny new starships. It was almost unreasonable.
... Almost. Vader's appitite had only been whetted in the dissapointingly short battle of Ord Mantell. It wasn't the death that he craved, nor the chaos that spawned strength in the Dark Side. What Vader wanted was rebels. With rebel soldiers came information, and with information came quick results. The specific result that the Sith Lord wanted was of a personal, familial nature. Darth Vader wanted his son, and wanted him badly. 'Luke...' he thought, almost seeing the words in his mind as his emotion dwelled on the relatively young man once more.
He was snapped out of his pensive state of mind as the shuttle made its final approach and prepared to dock. He was already standing when the ship gently came to rest, standing on the ramp even as it lowered itself. He stalked through the halls, nobody daring to do more then step out of his way and salute as he passed by. He walked in the midst of Stormtroopers, Imperial Officers and Imperial Engineers alike as he made his way toward the viewing window that would show him the Devestator II.
Behind his mask, Vader frowned as he looked upon it. Thoughts swirled through his head as he looked to what was little more then a heap of metal at this point. He was only brought out of himself when he heard the familiar voice of the installation's chief of construction calling out behind him. "Lord Vader," he called, "What a surprise. I wasn't expecting to see you so soon."
"I expect you were not, commander, or my constructions would look more like a ship and less like a scrap yard," Vader stated.
"My lord," the man replied, digging for an excuse to get himself out of this one. "The way this station is organised-" he began, but he was cut off.
"If it is organisation that holds you back, then perhaps I should find new management?" he mused aloud. The veiled threat was not wasted on the man; he swallowed hard, for he knew that death awaited him. "Do not fail me again," he said.
"My lord," the man said, his tone far more solemn as he dared to continue, "Please don't think too harshly of me. I believe that you'll find the work on the Executor II far more satisfactory."
"I will keep my own council on that, commander," Vader assured him, though the statement had intreagued the Dark Lord more then he was willing to admit. He left the viewscreen of the Devestator II's construction and headed off toward that of the Executor II, eager to see if this man was simply bluffing to get out of what may have been his first strike.
Several lifts and a corridor later, Darth Vader entered the room. He looked out toward the construction and was nearly knocked breathless with surprise, though he did of course show nothing of the sort outwardly. The vessel had vastly improved since the last time he had been here, and that had only been a few weeks ago. "Perhaps I misjudged you, commander," Vader mused as he looked upon the easily half-done ship. He was most pleased that he wouldn't once again be laden with the duty of getting an incompetent construction crew back on schedule, as he had been just prior to the Battle of Endor.
"Thank you, My Lord," the man replied, in truth feeling a bit pleased with himself.
Vader said nothing more, but rather turned to leave the station. It seemed that the construction would be doing quite a bit better then he had expected. He would be showing quite a bit of interest in the young commander's career; perhaps he was capable of doing a bit more then managing a simple construction facility?
If the man had known of Vader's thoughts as he rode in his shuttle back to his palace on the surface of Byss, he would have turned pale. Catching the eye of Darth Vader was a fast track to promotion, that much was true, but also to an early grave.
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Post by Darth Vader on May 23, 2007 17:09:58 GMT -5
Darth Vader sat at the central command post of his palace in Byss, a throne-like structure in a grand hall that stood imposingly before the empty audiance chamber. On that throne, his fingers danced across many controlls that governed the systems that ran the entire planet, the ships around it and the people within those structures. His breathing was steady despite the annoyance at the boring administration work he was doing.
A glimmer caught his eye, a holocommunication from the higher ups under his command in the intelligence devision. Vader watched the message with interest, a glimmer coming into his eyes as he watched it. 'Finally,' he thought, his mind returning to thoughts of his son. He stood, leaving the throne room at once to return to his flagship.
The order of recall was an unreasonably quick one. Darth Vader could feel the confusion and even aggrivation on the minds of his crew, but they would soon be singing a different tune when they discovered where they were going. With the fighters that had been destroyed in the recent Ord Mantell battle replaced and the crews fully replenished, Death Squadron was a formidable force, even without two of its main ships.
"Admiral, take us to the Mid Rim," he commanded as he stepped onto the bridge. "Imperial spies have found a large band of space pirates operating on the planet Umgul. Death Squadron will destroy their small fleet. We will end their piracy, protect our supply lines along the Hydian Way and end a potential threat to the Empire before it can join with the rebels."
His mind was on many things as he stood on the command deck, hardely even hearing the 'Yes, Lord Vader' uttered by the admiral. One of the things he was thinking about was a new addition to Death Squadron; the Star Destroyer Imperium would be joining them at Umgul. Another thought was that the trip would bring Vader close to Naboo, a planet where he had once....
He pushed that thought from his mind before it ever finished. He didn't want to think about his past, about the happy moments he had lived with his beloved, dead wife. It made his isolation, his fear, his anguish all the more painful when he remember the good days. He cleared his mind, centering it on the present as he saw the fleet make its jump into hyperspace.
The first priorities, in no given order, were to link up with the Imperium, establish a presence on Umgul and blocade the planet so that nothing could get in or out. After that, the Stormtrooper Corps could be deployed with full support from the army and naval resources Death Squadron had at its disposal to sweep the entire planet and find the pirate's hiding places. It wouldn't be long now. Darth Vader would show these ruffians what a mistake it was to trifle with the Empire, as he had done to so many others over the course of his forty-six years.
((All of Death Squadron is moving to the Mid Rim to deal with a Pirate threat on Umgul, a planet that neighbors the Naboo system. I will make a seperate thread for posting in that area; please do not post here again until I clear the topic for posting.))
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Post by Marka Ragnos on Jul 29, 2008 8:18:15 GMT -5
Marka Ragnos Came to room where Darth Vader was. ''Lord Vader, It is nice to see you...'' Marka didn't got lightsaber, he had a Scepter. ''Why no one hasn't try to wake me alive again?''
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