After returning from her successful mission Kooriva
and the newly appointed ship they stole from the Empire
Ava returned back Ringali Station the young diplomat
returned to her quarters till the meeting with Commander
Atio was to take place, all Ava wished she could do was
get the images out of her about all the things she
needed to do, even if it was worth it she didn't agree
with the fact she had to be the one who was the cover
for it. Rolling behind Ava a R2-C1 made a soft humming
sound as they stopped seeing everyone starting to gather
in the room which they met for the mission briefing.
With a heavy sigh she turned on her heels and entered
the room with her little Droid behind her zooming about
behind her as she made her way to one of the corners.
Leaning against the wall Ava crossed her arms over her
chest and leaned back watching everyone start to fill
in. Reaching behind her head she pulled her long
brunette locks down from the bun and let them cascade
around her face and drape along her back and shoulder.
Her brown scanned the room as more and more bodies
started to fill in, R2-C1 propped himself next to Ava as
his radar eyes zoomed in and out again as he acted as if
he was watching them as well. Raising a brow Ava shook
her head "Sometimes I wonder if our more human than
droid." She whispered looking back at the others The
briefing would begin soon and she needed to pay
attention to everything that was going to happen, she
knew they had plans with the ship the stole, but there
was something else as well.
Commander Derek Atio was standing in front of the
holographic display where the four captured Imperial
ships were being featured. The first was an INT-4
interceptor, while the second and third were
Lambda-class shuttles that could be very useful in terms
of infiltration, while the final ship was a versatile
Imperial customs frigate that he imagined being able to
fill a multitude of rolls with the Rebel cell's support
fleet. "Good work, Milady," he said to Ava, trying his
best to be respectful of her noble title, but feeling
somewhat uncomfortable with the whole notion of nobility
and royalty lingering about. He had summoned Flight
Officer Shelby, who had been reassigned to shuttle
pilot, to discuss how best to utilize the new resources.
Using the controls on the side of the table, he began to
focus in on the largest of the four ... the Imperial
customs frigate. Next to a rotating 3D model of the ship
the vessel's statistics began to appear, highlighting
her strengths and weaknesses. He sucked his lower lip
into his mouth slightly, biting down upon it, as he
entered a state of withdrawn contemplation.
Zan was just finishing up in his quarters as he
checked the holonet once more for any new information on
his Naboo contacts, still nothing new from the past
week. A mere fact that had been nagging him in the
middle of the night during the past few days. Even
during the rescue mission on Kooriva, the fact that two
of his best friends had either gone silent or have been
found by imperials. Two of which were very unlikely,
Nicky and Alyx were very talented and dedicated to their
professions. The other message on his desk was a summons
by Commander Atio, zan suspected why he was being
summoned but kept the details to himself as he fetched
his quote look sharp rebellion uniform. Took only a few
moments to get dressed and tidied up for appearance's
sake and march from his quarter's towards the command
center, where he saw the commander looking over 3D
models of recently acquired vessels and spacecraft. "You
called, Commander?" Zan at least tried to sound more
formal than his usual casual self dedicated.
Nodding her head towards Derek she smiled a little,
it was hard enough when everyone called her the same
name or looked at her as someone who was more noble than
them, truth was Ava practically gave up every she owned
to be there with them fighting. Giving up name and title
for a group of people that did everything they could to
make a difference with the way things were going now.
This was more important to Ava then sitting around
listening to people bicker about the little things, she
was making a small difference here, to be able to help
those who could not help themselves. "Commander." She
said softly. She wondered who would be joining them just
then she seen Zan come in, Ava gave him a slight nod
"Good. Glad you're here, Shelby," Commander Atio
began, as he raised his right hand to point at the
Imperial customs frigate. "I wanted to talk to you about
the Exaction Decree," he said, speaking plainly, as his
attention shifted from the hologram to Officer Shelby.
"This was a good score, Officer," he explained with a
firm nod, before offering a glance in Ava's direction.
"The real problem is that we simply don't have the
manpower, and particularly we're lacking in experienced
officers," he continued, building up to what the obvious
answer was. "I'm transferring you to ordnance and
support, with an increase in rank to Lieutenant," he
continued, before extending his right hand in a offer to
congratulate him. "I'm giving you command of this ship.
Assemble the necessary crew," he informed him, with a
quick nod of his head.
Zan walked into the commander center, his sight
already on Atio and Ava as he walked in. "Nice to see
you again, Ava. Though I do wonder if the party ended or
began once you got back from the party palace?" Zan's
attention quickly shifted back to Commander Atio and the
hologram of the frigate as he listened in on
instructions on the rank increase and the assemble of
necessary crew. Nodding his head in accordance as he
shook the hand of the commander when the instruction was
finished. 'I think i got the crew assembling already
picked, up to them if they want to volunteer or not."
"I would say the party started once I left." Ava said
with a smirk before her brown hues looked at the
hologram, her head leaned back slightly as she shifted
her body slightly knowing that she would hear more of
the slight almost amusing remarks about what she had
done back at the Dome.
"As a customs frigate I expect you'll be able to draw
near cargo vessels without drawing unwanted attention,"
the Commander said, before he deactivated the image of
the vessel on the holoprojector. A few keystrokes later
and an image of the familiar six planets bordering the
nebula came into view with the Perlemian Trade Route and
the Hydian Way highlighted and flashing. "The amount of
cargo that flows through these six systems is
incredible," he explained, as his man moved towards
Brentaal IV, where the two trade routes intersected in
one of the most busy spaceports in the core. "When we
originally took up shop here two years ago the hope was
to hit these trade routes ... hit them hard ... but a few of
you X-wing boys did too good a job, and an Imperial
fleet showed up," he said, rolling his eyes, fully aware
of Shelby's past history of service in the currently
grounded Corsair Squadron. "This ship may be our chance
to get back to our original mission and hit commerce..."
he said, as he moved closer towards Shelby, raising his
hand to poke him directly in the chest. "No
disintegrations. We need cargo. Not kills," he reminded
him, sternly, having read over the tally of destroyed
Imperial ships the X-wings racked up, drawing the ire of
the Imperial Navy.
'I'm quite aware of the past x-wing flown missions,
sir. I flew a few of them before i got overzealous and
got captured for it. That capture brought me soon
insight but also humbled me back where i needed to be.
As for manpower and cargo, we got plenty of sources of
ear and mouth out there. Break open one or two Imp
prison camps and you got a star destroyer's worth of
intelligence and quite the number of manpower willing to
volunteer. I can't guarantee the unforeseen, sir. But
myself and my crew won't willingly search and destroy.
We will resemble the rebellion itself, we will offer the
choice. Dish deflectors, weapons systems, and engine
always will have priority. The Imperial Navy is
formidable, but it can always be outmaneuvered. Now that
Frigate just needs a nice paint job and we should be
ready to go."
"...and a new name, Lieutenant," Commander Atio
suggested, as he despised the Imperial naming system.
All of the 'good' names were reserved for Star
Destroyers. To the Empire this was a tiny afterthought,
but to the Rebellion this was a considerable asset. "Use
your judgment on personnel. When you're in command ...
*command*," he said to him, with a reassuring smile,
offering him the best advice a superior ever offered
him. He brought his right hand up to his cheek,
scratching it lightly, as he turned his attention back
to other matters. "Dismissed, Lieutenant. To *your*
ship!" he ordered, barking slightly, as he moved back
towards the Duchess to discuss the developing political
shift in the region.
"I understand, sir. As for crew suggestions, I was
thinking that our recent arrivals would be clamoring at
the chance to prove their worth. Though I will remind
our imperials an old Nabooian passage, when shaking
one's hand always hide your knife under the wrist
gauntlets for protection. What would you suggest for a
name, Commander? I thought the Redeemer was a good
choice but then again. It will probably come down to
Derek turned away from Ava when he heard the
Lieutenant suggest the new arrivals. "Weren't those
dancing girls, Lieutenant?" he asked, for a moment
envying the man for having a ship full of trained former
slaves. He paused for a moment, not particularly liking
the idea, but also realizing that they had little in the
way of available recruits for the position. "Very well.
It least it will get them off here. Some of the men were
starting to get a little..." he stopped, catching himself
for the sake of the delicate Duchess. "...*distracted*,"
he concluded, clearing his throat, and turning away from
her so that she could not see his redenned cheeks.
"Redeemer?" he repeated, quickly changing the subject to
something less scandalous. "See to it, Lieutenant. It's
*your* ship," he reiterated, before looking over one of
the large terminals that seemed to be dying again.
"Yes I'm very sure of them, they may have been slaves
recently but with a little training and some patience.
They'll be hacking into Imperial com systems in the
matter of no time, why the imps will underestimate their
skill sets at first which could be an advantage we can
use as we get in close, borrow some cargo and leave the
area before the heavies show up. Though my next idea
will have the collective heads spinning in this room for
a while, it has enough crazy to work wonderfully or have
the frigate explode" With his suggestions conclude, Zan
saluted his commander and left the command center as he
was off to get volunteers for the Redeemer.