The bridge of the Imperial I-class
Star Destroyer Warspite bustled with activity, as it was the
center of activity in the Essesia system. The pits were filled with
numerous Imperial officers and enlisted personnel, who were given the
nearly impossible task of monitoring all of the traffic moving through
the system, and coordinating with the rest of the Imperial ships on
patrol. In the center of the organized chaos was Captain Tiberius Anson,
the commanding officer of the Warspite, who watched over his crew from
the command walkway. The Corellian's uniform was well-maintained, but he
had traces of facial hair that were against regulation ... his way of
showing that he was still his own man and not totally indoctrinated in
the Empire. Back and forth he walked, looking down at those who served
beneath him ... literally and figuratively ... as he conducted his bridge
Kia was testing the bounds of her new
found freedom, and exploring in small doses. She figured eventually she
would have the entire ship explored, and the fact that very few people
seemed keen on telling her not to go somewhere was a plus. The ride up
to the bridge of the Warspite was not nearly as long as she had
expected, if anyone asked ... she could claim to be doing an inspection
for her Master, or just the truth, she wanted to learn about everything.
Stepping off of the lift, she stood quietly for a moment just out of the
way of the doors, marvelling at the sights of the bridge...and the view.
She had yet to lose that near childlike wonder at seeing space from the
viewports of a ship. It was a breathtaking experience, and she truly
hoped she never lost that. The bustle of activity drew her attention,
and she cleared her throat to try and get the Captain's attention. She
did not want to just barge onto his bridge and start making demands,
taking her Master's words to heart about not trying to pull rank before
she could back it up. "Captain?"
As Kia approached, he was leaning over
the railing to gather information from the tactical station. The way she
approached was so quiet that he could not detect her approaching, and
when he first heart the diminutive, young voice he assumed it was one of
the Governor's children. Forcing a diplomatic smile on his face he
turned, but became taken aback when he saw that it was not one of
Rodney's daughters, but in fact the young woman that had been shadowing
Inquisitor Thanor. Bowing his head slightly in a show of respect, his
eyes trailed over her in an attempt to size her up. "Captain Tiberius
Anson at your service ... and you are?" he asked politely, before raising
his head back up and looking her squarely in the eyes.
Resisting the urge to bite her lower
lip, Kia gave him a polite nod in return, she was more lanky for a
teenager than anything, not quite having filled out all the way, she was
a bit on the thin side of normal, training and eating correctly were
fixing that though. From the dark black hair and blue-green eyes to her
neatly cared for boots, she did not *seem* that intimidating, she had
both lightsaber hilts clipped to her belt, but she was carrying a
datapad and had a pouch at her other hip that had squarish shapes that
looked a lot like data cards in it. "Apprentice Inquisitor Kia Kaen, a
pleasure to meet a fellow Corellian, Captain. It's been a long while
since I've heard the accents of home." She returned his polite
diplomatic smile with a disarming grin.
When he heard her title, Tiberius could
not help but blink several times, momentarily overcome with
speechlessness. All among the bridge there were murmurs, as they had
witnessed on several occasions the power and unpredictability of
Inquisitor Thanor. "Inquisitor Kaen," he said politely, as he instructed
the rest of the crew to get back to work and cease their gossipping with
stern glances thrown in their direction. "How many I be of service?" he
asked, folding his hands behind his back, and clasping them. He was
attempting to look the part of a prim and proper Imperial navy officer ...
not merely for her sake, but for that of the crew.
Kia blinked at the shift in attitude,
she was *never* going to learn anything like this. People were always so
jumpy around her. "Captain, I'm Inquisitor Thanor's apprentice, not the
Inquisitor herself, I was just wondering if I could get a tour of the
bridge. If you don't mind. I've never been on the bridge of a Star
Destroyer, and ships and technology are a bit of a hobby of mine. Since
I was little. I promise I won't get in anyone's way or disrupt their
work." She seemed genuine in her words, looking a bit hopeful that he
would agree, but not just assuming he would.
"Of course, Inquisitor," Captain Anson
said politely, as he began walking down the command walkway towards the
bank of viewports that afforded them a commanding view of the Essesia
system. "As you can see, from this position we can maintain an excellent
watch over the planet Esseles and the surrounding space traffic. As one
of the key planets on the Perlemian Trade Route, the planet is home to
an abundance of spaceports, making our overwatch all the more
difficult," he said, speaking to the teenager in a clear and concise
Kia could have gotten this information
from the databanks of the ship, everyone was so blasted formal with her
it was annoying. The teenager put on her best impression of Serine's
scowl and blinked at Tiberius, "Captain, I order you to just relax and
talk to me like a normal person. I just want to learn a bit about this
ship, if I wanted the Imperial quotation on 'why' the ship is here, I'd
have just stayed in my room and watched the data banks." That slight
grin returned, hoping he would at least crack a smile at the 'order',
"And I'm an apprentice, not a full Inquisitor. What kind sensor array
does she have? This class of Star Destroyer has the Cygnus and KDY
engines, doesn't it?" She was off in tech land with her questions,
pausing to blink at him again.
Tiberius smirked at her 'order',
unwilling to admit that despite her youth, there was still a great level
of trepidation when it came to members of the Inquisitorius. "Ah. I see
you have more than an advanced knowledge of the workings of my vessel,"
he informed her, offering a kind smile, before moving further down the
walkway towards the far end of the crew pits. Turning to his left, he
looked down at Lieutenant Sheppard, the flight controller.
"Lieutenant Sheppard, please provide technical information on the
engines, to the Inquisitor," he ordered, before stepping aside to allow
her better access to the junior officer and the terminals below.
Lieutenant Bethany Sheppard was
horrified when she heard the title 'Inquisitor', having at one point
been strangled by Inquisitor Thanor and her notorious lightwhip.
"Ye-ye-yes, sir," she stammered, as she looked up with her young face to
the teenage Inquisitor. "We operate with a combination of three
Destroyer-I ion engines manufactured by Kuat Drive Yards and three
Gemon-4 ion engines from Cygnus Spaceworks," she began, sounding like a
first year academy cadet as she recited specifications she had been
forced to memorize. "They allow us to cruise at sublight speeds of up to
60 MGLT. Respectable for a capital ship, but nowhere near the speed, nor
the maneuverability of smaller craft," she said, perhaps sharing too
much, as she revealed her desire to fly something more nimble.
As they had walked down the walkway, Kia
had been staring out the viewports in open fascination and appreciation
of the sights of the system, that grin broadening and fairly lighting up
her face, she looked like any other teenager. The Lieutenant's
stammering brought her back to where she was, looking down with a little
disappointment in her eyes, "Captain, am I going to have to repeat my
'order' to every person here? I'm here on my own, not as an Apprentice
Inquisitor, as a fellow techie ... my parents designed small craft and
were working on refining engine stability and efficiency when they died,
If I were here as an Apprentice Inquisitor, I'd have to be a lot more
stuffy and formal, I think..." Her attention was drawn back to the
Lieutenant, nodding along with the technical specifications, "Still!
that speed is impressive for a ship this size, you should be proud of
it! It's a lot faster than most ships her size. As for maneuverability,
I bet she could hold her own if she had to."
"Please allow me to apologize for
Lieutenant Sheppard. She is young, and easily intimidated," Captain
Anson said, as he focused on his flight controller, trying to calm her
nerves with a reassuring smile. "I am sorry for the loss of your
parents, Inquisitor," he said, as he shifted his attention back to her.
"Now, I believe you asked about the sensors? I think you'll find this
most interesting..." he began, before moving further down the walkway,
towards the other side of the crew pits. It was there that he spotted
his Chiss tactical officer, quite confident that she would not
disappoint as the other had. "Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca, please
inform the Inquisitor about the sensor systems," he said, moving away
once again so that the Inquisitor could get a closer look.
"Of course, Captain," the cold and
foreign voice of Meham'ohorovi'cloca began, without looking up, as she
was monitoring quite a bit of incoming space traffic at the moment.
"Just a moment, Inquisitor," she said, politely hesitating, as she was
not about to defer from her duties until they were complete. "Ah. All
clear," she indicated, to the enlisted personnel who were struggling to
monitor each and every ship heading to and from the surface of Esseles.
"Inquisitor, our sensor system is integrated with our deflector shield
generators. It is called the ISD-72x and was manufactured by the Kuatis
who designed this vessel. They are quite effective and tracking every
ship ... no matter how small ... that enters the system," she said quite
confidently, as her red eyes scanned over her. She exhibited no fear,
unlike the last officer, quite content in the professionalism that she
was performed her duties.
"Of course, take your time! I don't want
to disrupt your duties." Kia leaned forward, watching with an intense
curiosity at what the Lieutenant was doing, she seemed like a small
sponge to the information, "What is the advantage of having the sensors
integrated with the deflector shields? And please ... if I'm not here on
official business, my name is Kia."
"Very well, Kia," Meham'ohorovi'cloca
replied, but still with a manner of speaking that was quite different
than that of her colleagues on the bridge. "There is no advantage," she
replied matter-of-factly, to the great dismay of those around her. "The
engineers claimed it was to avoid secondary systems, but from a tactical
perspective I believe that it simply makes it possible for the Rebellion
to take out both systems simultaneously with a concentrated attack," she
reported, followed by a subtle nod of her head. Many of the officers
around her were quite displeased with her blunt, non-propaganda laced
"That's what it seems like to me too. It
would be better if the systems were separate, and had a redundant system
to act as a backup in case something happened to the primaries, so that
in a battle the ship wouldn't be left without shields or sensors,
weapons are all well and good, but not being able to target correctly or
protect from incoming damage. .. ya know?" Kia's level of tech awareness
and even ship planning might be surprising to anyone not familiar with
her background. The teenager sat down on the walkway to get a better
look at the sensor console, pointing at a control, "That controls the
shielding direction, right?"
Meham'ohorovi'cloca could not help but
smile when she heard the energetic teenager's agreement of her
assessment, before moving to give her a better view of her terminals.
"Yes, Kia. We almost never utilize the feature. It has been quite
sometime since this vessel has come under direct attack," she explained,
as the Essesia system was relatively free of Rebel spaceborne activity.
Kia scrambled back to her feet, grinning
at the tactical officer again, "Do you think I could get a copy of the
specs for her, I want to see what her capabilities are if certain tweaks
are made, and while I could get them on my own, getting them the right
way seems better to do in this case." Blinking back down at
Meham'ohorovi'cloca, "Why do you call the ship just 'this vessel'? Not
the usual 'her' or even 'him', depending on your upbringing."
"To provide information of this nature I
would need the Captain's permission," Meham'ohorovi'cloca replied,
devoid of any emotion as she looked to her commanding officer for
approval. "I find you humans to be quite sentimental when it comes to
vessels, Kia. This vessel is neither a he, nor a she. It is an
assemblage of components. If assigning a gender and a personality to
such things makes your species comfortable ... so be it, but it is not a
practice I choose to partake in", she replied, sounding quite different
than the others on the bridge ... and that she was.
"I will give the Lieutenant permission
to provide you with the information you've requested. Is there anything
else you would like to see, Kia? Tiberius interjected, as he stepped
forward once again. He heard what the tactical officer had said, and
worried that her thoughts on the subject might one day be her undoing.
The ears of the ISB were everywhere and her criticism of the ship's
design could easily be construed as disloyalty. He was quite impressed
with her knowledge of the ship, and found her to seem quite different
than Inquisitor Thanor.
Kia gave the Captain a stricken look,
"Captain is the ship a he or a she? I've never been on a ship that
didn't have an assignment one way or the other ... and thank you! Maybe
if the changes makes sense we can figure out a way to submit them for
review for the class of ship?" A thoughtful look crossed her face, as
she looked around the bridge slowly, "Internal security and monitoring
"The Warspite is most
definitely a 'she', Kia," Tiberius said as he moved to the other ban of
crew pits where the operations crew was located. "Lieutenant Ames, I
believe you already know Kia," he said, before stepping aside so he
would not be in the way. "She has come questions concerning internal
security," he said, finding it interesting that the teenage Inquisitor
was so curious about the workings of his ship. In many ways it seemed
she already knew more than some of the newly arrived crew.
"Hello, Kia," Lieutenant Allegra
Ames said, with a warm, diplomatic smile. "Internal security is fair for
the Imperial Navy. We have Imperial Navy troopers positioned near all
key locations, often reinforced by Imperial Stormtroopers," she said, as
she motioned to several banks of monitors that kept watch on key
positions such as engineering and the hangar bay. "However, we are
nowhere comparable to what the ISB has in place. None of the crew areas
are monitors as one example," she said, but giving no indication as to
whether or not she agreed or disagreed with that decision.
The teenager nodded a few times, she had
wanted to gauge how much Zevrin's web extended, with the state of
internal security it was no wonder she was able subvert so much. "I see,
thank you, Allegra." Kia had remembered the Lieutenant's name from
the meeting she had had with her Master. Turning to look back up at the
Captain, she smiled warmly, "Thank you for allowing me to observe your
crew, Captain. I hope I didn't cause too much of a disturbance, and
please let the first person we spoke with ... Lieutenant Sheppard? ...
that I did not intend to frighten her? Would you mind if I came back at
a later time, I'd like to learn more about some of the systems, but I
don't want to cause a disturbance."
Allegra was quite pleased that she had
been addressed by her first name, and with an arrogant grin plastered
upon her face she returned to her duties. Her eyes scanned upward at the
young Inquisitor, hoping that the Captain had made note of the
familiarity that existed between them. She did not want to be down in
the crew pits forever.
"Of course, Kia. You have caused no
disturbances and you may come to the bridge whenever you wish," Tiberius
informed her, speaking with a genuine honestly as he began to escort her
to the bank of lifts at the other end of the bridge. "Please excuse
Lieutenant Sheppard's behavior. She recently had a close encounter with
Inquisitor Thanor in which she very nearly lost her life. She was
profoundly affected by the experience," he concluded, before pressing
the button to call for the lift for her.
"Oh ... I see. Master Thanor can have a
unique effect on people, Captain. Thank you for the tour and don't
forget to get me those specs? I hope to be back again soon, as my
studies allow." She stepped into the lift as the doors opened, her eyes
drifting to the large viewports again, and her broad grin returned.
"Of course, Kia," Tiberius said with a
smile, but once the door of the turbolift closed there was an eruption
of relief amongst the crew that no one had been murdered ... or even
injured. "Back to work," he ordered, as he marched down the command
walkway, eyeballing each one of his staff officers, before resuming his
initial position in front of the series of viewports at the end of the