That Blasted Woman (See OOC Note)

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That Blasted Woman (See OOC Note)

Post by Devan Kronos » 2010-09-30 00:33

((OOC Note: If you want to join this thread let me know and I will most likely let you in. If you want to join just to place bets that’s fine too ;) enjoy everyone.))

A slight whimsical kind of smile came across Devan’s lips as the last phase of his plan came into effect. He was doing what he always did this time of the day, practicing. He stood in the battle simulator on a fake holographic bridge. Devan had created this scenario a few months back when the campaign against the New Republic first began. He was commanding NIF First Fleet against three NR Task Forces. It was by no means a fair fight or one for that matter Devan was sure he could win, that’s what made it fun, the challenge if being outgunned and outnumbered. Recently Devan had been spending time at the Naval Academy being a guest lecturer to the young naval cadets who would soon graduate and join the Imperial Navy.

His experience in battles would be invaluable to the young minds, who would become the back bone of the Imperial Navy. Passing on his knowledge was something all Captains should do, or at least that’s how he felt. This simulation he was in at the moment was just to test his skills again and to work out some plans he had been thinking up just in case. In this current scenario he had been executing a fighting withdraw against the NR Task Forces, the NIF First in this scenario was trapped in a gravity well that was a small solar system but it had quite a few planets, asteroids and small moons. During his fighting retreat he had been leaving small parts of his forces behind hidden behind planets and moons in the system up until He had nowhere else to retreat. They were almost in position now; the hidden ships weren’t the only surprises he had been leaving behind.

Just a little more and it would be too late for them. And……Now was the time. They were doomed. The NR Ships had been forced to chase him and his ships straight on because of the nature of the system, following his previous path and Devan had been leaving debris as he went. Broken Tie Fighters, small transports, crates, scrap metal and the like was filling the area where the NR Task Forces now inhabited. He covered the deployment of the debris by having his TIE Interceptors and TIE Bombers turn about and engage the enemy every so often to keep them off his back. Each of these items was made to carefully hide their true natures. Inside each and every one of them was a powerful Magnapulse Bomb or an ancient Fusion Bomb. They were almost impossible to detect and all of them were offline as the NR fleet approached. Now they all began to come online and would soon be ready to detonate at his command and he did so with that whimsical grin on his face.

Hundreds of bright flashes filled the starry sky. Devan had no illusions of grandeur, this would not seriously damage the enemy fleet. Of course some ships would be damaged or destroyed by this trick but nowhere near all of them or for that matter a sizable chunk. It was meant as a distraction and a disabling effect to even the odds of battle. The EMPs and Magnapulse detonations would play havoc with enemy communications, sensors, and pretty much everything else on the New Republic ships. That was the whole plan, no fancy super weapons would win this battle just acting on the weaknesses of the enemy. Now was the time to mercilessly exploit that weakness. With the enemy fleet unable to communicate, Devan ordered all of his ships to turn about and attack. All the ships that had been left behind now moved to encircle the NR fleet.

Some of the debris that Devan had left behind had not been designed to detonate. It was instead designed to fire one or two turbo laser shots from quickly depleted battery packs. Those helped to ensure the chaos was more complete. With advancing ships from all directions and fire coming from inside the NR fleet itself had the desired effect. Some of the enemy ships albeit mistakenly, began to fire on one another as well as the advancing ships. This had been what he sought to achieve. Chaos, Disorder, Disharmony, and it was a truly beautiful sight to behold.

Devan allowed himself to keep the smile as his ships began tearing the enemy ships to shreds. It wasn’t long before the damage he had inflicted on the NR Task Forces made the battle more or less even in terms of standing forces. That was all he had been hoping to accomplish through the ruse and it had worked magnificently. Devan stood from the command chair and paused the simulation. He froze as he looked up from his datapad which was displaying the stats of the battle.

Once of the ships holographic crew was paused in mid step and Devan had a case of déjà. The redheaded female crewmember looked remarkably similar to someone he knew. It took Devan a few moments to recognize exactly who it looked like. When he did his face went mostly blank and he spoke one word in a way most people would have said a curse.

“Daala.”

Devan’s mind replayed a previous mission he had been on a few months back where she had been the Commanding Officer. Daala had ordered the fleet to approach a station after having fought off one ambush by enemy raiders. Considering the nature of the enemy that mission many of the officers considered the possibility, that the station itself was also a trap, a very high one. Most of the senior officers on the mission had damn near gone into revolt including Devan, over the order. From most sane officer’s point of view doing that would have been considered tantamount to suicidal. In the end Daala had been right, it hadn’t been a trap, but that didn’t mitigate the utter stupidity and recklessness of her order. She had sent ships into a possible ambush just because her gut told her that it wasn’t. When in reality it would have been far safer to send scouts forward to ensure that truth first.

The woman had lead a long and….well, in his honest opinion, Devan couldn’t bring himself to say distinguished. He just would have been lying to himself. The woman had been at the forefront of so many disasters that it was hard to believe she was an Admiral at all. Devan shook his head that was the last thing he needed right now was to thing of her. The woman infuriated him to no end. Devan looked back down at the data pad as he heading toward the door into the training room.

Well at least I didn’t notice the crewman until the end of the battle, that would have really thrown off my concentration.
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Re: That Blasted Woman (See OOC Note)

Post by Opposition » 2010-09-30 03:07

"Captain," Daala inclined her head ever so slightly in return, the tone of Devan's voice hardly escaping her notice. She was used to hearing the unspoken resentment many people held towards her, be they in the New Republic, ex-Remnant or Federation. No longer a commander and far from the forefront of battle, she wasn't even offered so much the dignity or respect from the subordinates. Since handing over command of the Remnant to Gilad, Daala had, at the time, been fairly content to live the rest of her days in much the same way as she had guarding the Maw Instillation, isolated. That, sadly, hadn't lasted long and before she knew it, she was once again donning an Imperial uniform and working within the New Imperial Federation, back when the Federation and Remnant were still two separate entities.

Worse yet, despite retaining her rank of Admiral, she was reduced to a mere advisory position, far from the frontlines of putting herself in the same shoes of those of her subordinates. To her, it felt like a slap in the face and only her strong beliefs in the ideals of the Empire, be it Remnant or Federation, kept her from turning it down outright. Stuck at an academy, some would say she was cowering behind a desk while thousands of brave men and women put their lives at stake to ensure she still had her teaching position. It seemed that, since leaving the confines of the black hole cluster, her life had merely gone on a continuous spiral downwards though not without some successes the most notable, uniting the feuding factions within the splintered Remnant.

It was hard for her to forget a face, and the "disaster" at Tsoss Beacon seemed to have engraved a lot of new faces to her memory. Perhaps it was, then, ironic that she had returned to the very place where she had made her greatest triumph to mar it with an event not unlike what she had previously ended, internal feuding and strife. Captain Kronos was but one of those faces, though many others surfaced as she briefly recalled the events. The now Grand Admiral McFini, for instance, the very man who seemed to have influenced the latter stages of her life that brought her to the Federation by first stealing her former flagship, the Gorgon.

Why the military was sending more of their frontline officers to the academy was beyond her, especially now when a war was on their very doorstep. There were already a whole host of officers here, young and old, famous and nameless imparting to all the cadets all their knowledge and wisdom. Herself and Grand Admiral Grant were but two of the "old guard" as some of the cadets liked to call them behind their backs for they didn't dare say that in front of her. She took a small degree of comfort to see that it was only Captain Kronos here as opposed to one of the Admirals or Commodores who were undoubtedly busy with much more important and pressing concerns, tending to their ships and crew and ensuring full combat readiness. Obviously the Captain feels very comfortable that he can leave his ship when a New Republic attack could come at any moment.

The Captain wasn't giving a lesson to any of the cadets right now, so what he was doing commanding a simulated First Fleet against three entire New Republic task forces she could only speculate on. Maybe to compensate for something, she silently mused to herself, the feeling of resentment mutual. That was something else that continued to haunt her, people who continued to think she was hardly deserving of her status and position because she was a woman, or had slept with the late Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin. Though true, something she would never admit, Daala still preferred to believe that it was simply because of her natural abilities at tactics and command that she had attained her status, after all, Wilhuff wasn't around when she had reunited the Empire.

"Interesting plan of attack Captain," she walked past Devan, her long braided copper hair following as she walked, green eyes looking out the viewport at the now paused battle scene beyond the simulated transparisteel, "However, in your haste to lead the bulk of their warships into your trap, you've left their starfighters completely untouched and they're about to launch a potentially crippling strike against this very ship."

While First Fleet did possess a great number of ships capable of starfighter screening, the placement of his ships to execute his trap left several gaping holes in his AA coverage that the snubfighter heavy New Republic had learned to exploit and exploit they were going to as several wings of starbombers were pushing past the larger warships that were ill-equipped to stop them on their way to punish Devan's flagship. Worse yet, in his effort to lay his trap, he had sacrificed the lives of TIE pilots who were unable to break away from their engagements and get out of range of the blast radius. It was Daala's understanding that, while the Old Empire wouldn't have given a second thought to the lives of TIE pilots, the Federation was supposed to have prided itself on considering their survival as it was due to the lack of experienced pilots that continued to gain the New Republic leverage in many space engagements, particularly when they could sport several elite squadrons, Rogue and Wraith to but name two, while the NIF didn't have any notable TIE squadrons to speak of, at least, none with the infamy of the aforementioned NR squads.

Another thing that concerned her, the poor simulated response of the New Republic fleet. Why would three entire task forces bother chasing First Fleet in a straight line? If nothing else, they should have split up and tried flanking the fleet, or, even better, have one of the task forces perform a microjump past First Fleet, turn about and then microjump a shorter distance back into the system to catch them in a makeshift pincer. Perhaps the "difficulty setting" was turned down several levels.

And for a fighting withdraw, he's sure doing a poor job at actually withdrawing. Sadly, Daala had no idea what the objective of this simulation was, she was no Jedi and couldn't read the Captain's mind, but she failed to see any tactical gain from fighting the three task forces which would be getting back up to strength very soon as their shields had stopped the worst of the tricks and the captains aboard the various ships were fast reestablishing order and control, redoubling their efforts to turn their weapons on the NIF ships.

"Still, I suppose you know what you're doing, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here." It wasn't any sort of admission so much as a challenge as she stared out into space, her eyes shifting back though she could neither see the Captain nor could he see the expression of contempt on her face.

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Re: That Blasted Woman (See OOC Note)

Post by Devan Kronos » 2010-10-19 01:08

((OOC Note: Not sure if this stuff happened before she joined us but eh :P))

“Ah Admiral what a….surprise to see you again.”

And it’s too bad you aren’t dead yet you self righteous, arrogant b****.

Devan carefully hid the look of loathing that would have certainly come to his face had he not been more alert. This was the absolutely last thing he wanted today. Seeing Daala had been an utter surprise and a very unpleasant one at that. Devan listened to Daala’s poorly camouflaged snide comments and disparaging remarks about the simulation he had just run with barely one ear. This hadn’t been an actual simulation to see if he could beat it. The AI was coming in dumb for a reason. He wanted to see if the magnapulse bombs and fusion bombs would actually effect the electronics of something as massive, complex, and alien as a Mon Calamari Cruiser.

It was something that he had been meaning to test for quite sometime but the shipboard simulators were not the best simulators around these however were. So coming here to test a possible future strategy made sense. It was a far better alternative to testing it in the field only to find out it didn’t work, wasting money and risking lives unnecessarily.

"Still, I suppose you know what you're doing, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here."

Devan nodded and hid a small smile at the opening she had given him. Devan put a small frown on his face as he responded.

“Indeed, actually the only reason I’m here right now is that Grand Admiral McFini ordered me to take some leave. I don’t think he likes the fact that I haven’t taken a day off in over a year.”

Devan chuckled slightly then looked into Daala’s eyes for the next part. Politics may not have been his strong suit but he had learned how to stick a knife in and twist in diplomatic speak quite some time ago as a matter of necessity as he was about to do now. He had heard her challenge against him had it been said bare. Now she would get his response.

“This is how I choose to spend my time of. I wasn’t actually fighting the simulation for real, the AI was coming in dumb to test if the trap would even have an effect on the enemy ships under ideal battle conditions, though we both know such conditions are beyond rare. Implementing this in reality would be extremely difficult but not impossible. Springing a trap like this on the enemy would be painful. Similar in pain to when that child Kyp Duron distracted your forces long enough for a star to go supernova destroying the Basilisk I suppose”

That one stab was just setting the stage. It was a simple but effective way of sticking in the verbal knife in and twisting. The Basilisk had been destroyed when Kyp Duron had used the Sun Crusher on a star and then deceived Daala into staying in system until it went up. She had escape but her other ship hadn’t been so lucky.

“I do however know that it would be a very… cloddish move in reality to hide my ships behind some planetoids and moons. I mean that trick is so old the stars themselves would probably look on with horror at someone using it. Oh wait… isn’t that how you lost the Manticore at Mon Calamari? ”

Devan had to fight hard to keep the smile off his face. That had been one of Daala’s crown jewel mistakes. When she had decided to attack Mon Calamari she had indeed succeeded in damaging them badly but she had ordered the Manticore behind Mon Calamari’s moon. Ackbar had immediately recognized the tactic from his time as Tarkin’s slave and had set a half finished Mon Cal Cruiser on a collision course destroying the Manticore. Devan knew it would anger her greatly so he just waited for the reaction.
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Post by Opposition » 2010-11-06 23:40

Daala's expression darkened. She turned to face the Captain for a moment, contempt written all over her face. Somehow, she managed to keep her composure, probably because she knew that taking her anger out on the Captain would not go over well, he had too many friends in the Federation, too many higher ranking officers to hide behind in cowardice. "Thank-you for reminding me, Captain," she hissed, her voice cold as the wastes of Hoth. Her second venture at Tsoss Beacon meant she was no longer going to see the open fields of combat anymore, nor would she be seeing the helm of a warship any time soon, unless it was in a simulation.

"You sound like you wouldn't make the same mistakes," she went on, "But I'm tempted to say that you're capable of making even worse judgments because I know your type." Walking past the Captain, her smile returned to her expression as she took some measure of comfort knowing that she was right about him as he was opening his mouth to get in the last word. "Save your breath Captain," she said, cutting him off, "It's obvious you hold no respect for me and I can assure you, the feeling is mutual. I never did like associating with cowards." Heading to the exit, she let the Captain mull over those words as she hinted back at Tsoss Beacon again. He had sided with the officers who were erring on the side of caution and for what? A waste of time. Or a matter of principle as they all seemed to have it in for her. It was a shame that IMEXCO wasn't giving her another opportunity to acutally prove herself without some babysitter.

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Post by Devan Kronos » 2010-11-10 00:46

"You sound like you wouldn't make the same mistakes, But I'm tempted to say that you're capable of making even worse judgments because I know your type. Save your breath Captain, It's obvious you hold no respect for me and I can assure you, the feeling is mutual. I never did like associating with cowards."

It was hard for Devan to restrain himself from laughing at Daala. Her tirade was so pathetic that it boggled the mind. Before half a second had passed from her comments, Devan considered all the options available to him. One, he could let her go. That was obviously unacceptable to him, she had left such a wide opening when she turned to walk away. Option two was that make fun of her some more before she went. He dismissed that out of hand though that was just pathetic and petty.

Option three was to challenge her to a battle in the simulator. This option greatly appealed to Devan, he could beat her senseless and give her the attitude adjustment she needed really, really badly without resorting to slapping her face, though that appealed to him to in his frame of mind. Then it hit him why not mix options two and three. Only a second had passed since she had turned to walk away when he looked up and spoke.

“Cowards? Ha! Who’s the one walking away from a challenge Daala?” Devan sneered at her.

That one comment stopped Daala dead in her tracks as was its desired effect. The next was meant to rile her up far more, though Devan couldn’t discount the possibility that it would result in a slap.

“Your right, I don’t respect you. You’re an arrogant, cruel, overconfident, self-aggrandizing, poor excuse for an Admiral, who only reached that high because you slept with Tarkin, which is disgusting by the way.” Devan didn’t hold back as he stuck the equivalent of verbal dynamite in the wound he just opened.

The last bit of his comment rang true though, Devan may have hated Daala’s guts but he could admit she was visually attractive, personality wise was a whole another story. Tarkin though, he suppressed a shiver he was a butt ugly bastard who was thankfully thousands of scattered particles now.


“…and I’m a sentimental, juvenile, inexperienced, pompous Captain who acts like a know it all. So how about you come back here and see if you can best me in a simulated battle, because I would love nothing more than to give you the attitude adjustment you so richly deserve.” Devan said with a small grin on his face with his arms crossed as he waited for her to turn around.
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Re: That Blasted Woman (See OOC Note)

Post by Opposition » 2011-01-14 19:33

Daala stopped in her tracks at the Captain's verbal assault. Perhaps it was by the good grace of the law that allowed him to remain standing where he was without a hole shot cleanly through his head, Daala would probably never speculate to anyone, let alone admit any of what he said as true. Glancing over her shoulder, she narrowed her green eyes though the barest hint of a smirk twitched at the corner of her lips. "As I recall, you never issued a challenge so I didn't see myself as walking away from anything save for a deliquent officer who's lack of respect to those who have helped save the Empire from complete annailiation is going to drag us back into those same self-destructive tendancies."

Turning around fully, she accepted his challenge, her expression darkening as it would give her nothing but a measure of pleasure to beat this little whelp and show him just who he was dealing with. The Federation lacked much of the ruthlessness the old Empire had and it seemed many of the officers were getting lax but there was one thing the Captain was right about, the description of himself, though he omitted a few other choice words but the verbal fisticuffs was over, it was time to put the credits where his mouth was and if he happened to choke on them, so much the better.

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