Kuat's Open Orbit

The Captain listened on as the Stormtrooper briefly covered the highlighted points in the transferred plans of attack; He noted the longing desire for combat lingering in the soldier’s voice. Logan fingered through the extremely detailed report and various paperwork addendums, before placing the dataslate onto the surface of his desk. “Well Gideon, I have to say I’m impressed at how through you are with your paperwork. Tasking orders, force dispositions, estimated ammunition expenditure, and calculated casualties.” Reclining further into his stately chair, drumming the fingers of his left hand upon the arm rest, the Captain continued. “I’m looking forward to the after action report you’ll be filing after the boarding action has taken place. Perhaps it will enlighten us and Imperial High Command thereafter, to the inner workings of these pseudo-Mandalorian mercenaries.”

“Now if you’ll forgive me, Colonel, I must make ready for this vessel’s trip to Shili. It seems our Emperor has made fast friends with a woman bearing the honourific title of Major.” Tearing his gaze from the dataslate and letting his eyes fall upon the helmetless soldier, the Captain spoke with a wry smirk peeling apart his lips. “If she’s anything like the collected intel suggests, you’ll enjoy her company in the future.” Nodding his permission for the Stormtrooper to make his exit, Logan removed himself from the padded embrace of his chair. He moved swiftly towards the transparisteel pane showcasing the great curtain of speckled night beyond, letting his hands clasp together behind the small of his back. As the sounds of Gideon’s boots smacking the durasteel decking began to recede into the depths of his ship, the Captain activated his sub-dermal communicator with a click of his tongue, issuing commands to several squads of his Imperial marines and several off duty crewmen to drab themselves in their finest uniforms in order to greet the newly proclaimed Emperor. While the Colonel would no doubt leave the ship with a few parting words to his fellow soldiers in white, Logan was sure the man would not stay to witness her Majesty’s arrival. Something in regards to keeping busy and drinking a glass of whiskey in the name of the fallen – a deed that the Soldier had unknowingly become renowned for after any sustained fatalities.

Closing the communications channel with nothing more than a thought the Captain began adorning his uniform with all the fixings befitting a man of his station. The Captain’s plaque of rank and two silvered oakleaf clusters were attached to his torso, the latter pieces being affixed to the ends of his collar. A pair of stylised code cylinders was slipped into the pockets above his left pectoral, and above his right; completing the standardized detail required of any Officer within the resurgent Imperial Navy. However, as Logan was assigned to the Emperor’s flagship – He and all the rest of the warships crew would be adorned in their finest livery. This meant that he would have to wear the olive-green cap, recently fitted with emerald laurels and the code disks imprinted with the Imperial Cog. Sure, he felt like a life day feast prepared with all the trimmings, nevertheless if this diplomatic mission required him to strut about like a peacock for the sake of a powerful ally – then so be it.

Pulling the ornamented olive-green cap tight against his crown, Captain Aximand moved towards his door and the gathering welcoming party awaiting him within the belly of the Black Caisson soon after.

Sa'kage couldn't believe he had actually managed to pilot this ship(leaving the ship type vague due to uncertainty of acceptance of craft, bear with me lol) all the way from Dyspeth to Kuat. Why had he come to Kuat? Because he had just kill the Mandalorian who had slain his own father and Kuat was the last known place the ship had come from. The new model of astromech droid beeped and whirred at him. He threw a glance at his and growled. "Shut up you. You've done your job getting us here, and now I can sell your ass." The droid had been upon the ship, clearly awaiting the return of its owner when the Mandalorian had boarded the craft in one hell of a hurry. With in seconds a shadowy figure had slipped on to the craft behind him and follows the man to the cockpit and the shadows around the nineteen year old assassin had dropped, the tip of his electro blade piercing through the male's heart from behind himself.

Sa'kage had cleaned the blood up, loaded all of his own belongings upon the craft including his weapons and stuff, removed the mandalorian's armor claiming it as his own, and stowed the body hopping that he might get lucky and this man might have a bounty upon his head somewhere he could collect upon. It didn't matter of he couldn't for this man had killed his father, his last remaining blood. Not only did he want revenge personally, but it was simply a matter to uphold the code of the Disciples of Twilight and execute justice upon the male.

Sa'kage was shakily piloting a the craft towards the planet. He was amazed he could even control the damn thing at all, fore he had never flown before and had only ever watched others fly. It was NOT something he was enjoying. The nineteen year old could kill a person in ten different was with his bare hands, but when it came to piloting he was shaky as a leaf.

~Gods I hope there is somebody I can hire to pilot this damn thing for me back home!~ He thought to himself as he headed closer towards the planet, eying the Star Destroyer that was sitting between him and the floating orb he wanted to land upon.

Lauchlan sighed to himself as the squak box went off "ah the imperials always fun people to deal with and rule and regulations, well they just did battle with the Mandolorians...." Lauchlan hit his speak and spoke back to the man on the other side

"Well Hello there My name Is Lauchlan I am here simply because I have been traveling to long and need time to relax before I come down with space dimanche"

Lauchlan sent over his identification and waited so he could finish decent to the planet

When the ship began readying its weapons Te Prudii's AI began to raise its shields, but left its weapon cold. It had explicit instructions not to be hostile towards their new allies, and its processors used that term loosely. Still, it was programmed to obey.

Alex had finished his sandwich within a few minutes, and unplugged his ears when he saw a flashing light, meaning someone was speaking. He heard everything past the word protocol. He raised an eyebrow, and then slapped his forehead. Waiting until the WA Actual had finished, he thumbed the comm controls and spoke.

Uhm...Thank you for not blowing me up, Weeping Angel Actual. Sorry for the misleading ship. It's a...family heirloom?

Alex did not have the time to get into how he had acquired Te Prudii from the old Gray Jedi Vol Serafi. It had been in his possession for years, and he had re-done the inside several times. As Te Prudii began to make its way along the allotted flight path, Alex was about to continue speaking when the transmission was cut. So Alex just crossed his arms and spoke to himself.

"Nice people."

The Nav AI spoke in turn.

Reduction to molten slag is not recommended.

Alex scoffed as the ship flew down to the planet.

"Well Thank you Thank you kind sire for letting me pass I am very grateful of the Empire and there Kindness to let a wary traveling tourist lay down for a bit with relaxation, I shall go to these places you speak of oh do they sound interesting!"


Lauchlan went on for a bit just because he heard the sarcasm in the mans voice, he figure as much though as he would b e as dull as the man if he had the job of greeting every one who knocked. 

"You have a great day sir"

Lauchlan turned off the coms and headed on course of the path that he was given lowering down to the planet surface