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Atrasin
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  VENA: Hallowed Halls
December 20, 2010 1:06:06 PM    View the profile of Atrasin 
Driver stood on the bridge of the Iron Duke surveying his domain, and he was far from pleased.  The sad state of affairs he found the Academy mired in was pushing him quickly toward one of his legendary moods.  Platform Saratoga was what one could charitably call a joke.  The over aged, underutilized space station was well past the point of salvage.  Driver had noticed the jury-rigged repairs and slapdash maintenance when he’d been a cadet aboard the platform those many years ago.  Now, as the Naval Training Officer, and a rather rich man in his own right, he had both the authority and wherewithal to do something about it.

“You may commence firing at any time, gentlemen.”

A chorus of ‘ayes’ replied to his order, and the void above Abrae came alive with blaster bolts, missiles, and TIE’s.  The combined forces of the entire Atoran Home Fleet opened up on the station.  The shields were down and the veterans of the Expansion Wars made short work of the former home of the Vast Imperial Naval Academy. 

“Targus, I want this area cleared of debris within the hour.”

The overhead comms on the Duke’s bridge crackled, “Yes, M’lord.”

He turned from the panorama of destruction that stretched before him and made for the main turbo lifts.  The tube deposited him in the main hangar bay in a matter of moments.  He nodded acceptance to the assembled crews as he made his way to the Taskmaster.  He’d claimed his former Wing Commander’s ship from the Kuat scrap yards; Jaden had not seen the need for it once he took command of the Dead Gun

Geordi always seemed to see the value in the littlest things.  Years of sitting behind a design board, squeezing maximum efficiency out of his designs had taught him to abhor waste.  It had also taught him that once a thing reached a certain point fixing was far less efficient than replacing, and that was a lesson he was putting into practice today.

He strode up the gangplank into the main cabin of the CR-90 and acknowledged the various salutes, “Are we prepared to embark Captain?”

The Atoran officer nodded curtly, “Yes M’Lord. They are awaiting you aboard the Cappadocious

“Excellent, inform The Fortress that I’ll be transferring the Academy’s flag.  Let Mr. Firekeeper know that I expect to see him aboard the ‘Cap’ when I arrive.”

Nodding his obsequiousness the junior bridge officer moved quickly to carry out the order.

Taskmaster shuddered slightly and lifted off the deck of the Iron Duke.  Slipping smoothly into the void surrounding the Imperial-Class Star Destroyer, the corvette made the transit to Cappadocious Station in a matter of minutes.  The modified Carden II class space station was brand new.  Bought and paid for by the sitting NTO, and named for the NCC he’d helped overthrow.  Japh may have been an absentee commander, but he was still one HELL of a commander. 

Driver made sure she had all of the latest technology in training and education.  Numerous simulators, loaded with the latest in ship to ship fighter tactics had been the first thing he’d purchased,  followed by two capital ship simulators…the first the Academy had ever had.  He’d also upgraded the flying stock as well.  The Cap’s fighter bays held six brand new TIE’s, six new TIE/in, and six shiny TIE/sa bombers.  She also had room for a half dozen various fighters to act as an OpFor in live fire exercises.  Nestled within the pristine walls were also the first Zero-G hand to hand combat training rooms in the Vast Empire.  One never knew when a pilot would suddenly find themselves fighting without the luxury of a ship to encase them: G wanted his pilots to be prepared. 

Entering the main briefing room of the ‘Cap’, Driver caught sight of his XO, Hale Firekeeper.  Firekeeper was a hard charger.  Upon his elevation to the Academy’s Executive Officer’s position the young VE enlisted man had grabbed the institution by the short hairs.  Cadets knew who he was, and what he stood for.  Driver chuckled to himself; he’d actually overheard some cadets speak of fearing Firekeeper more than him.

“Sir,” Rocketman snapped a crisp salute as he drew himself up to attention.

Nodding in return Driver took a seat in the command chair on the main dais, “So, what is our current situation, Mr. Firekeeper?”

Rocky quickly vomited information, “The Cappadocious is currently in a holding orbit over Abrae awaiting final disposition.  All systems aboard are fully operational and ready to receive cadets.”

“Excellent. You’ve done a wonderful job Mr. Firekeeper, a wonderful job indeed.”

“Thank you Sir, “stated the beaming Warrant Officer.

“This station has everything it needs to prepare our new recruits, save one thing.  A Capital Ship; simulators are fine, to a point, but In order to truly know how to command a ship of the line you need to feel the thrum of the engines beneath your boots. Therefore, I’m stationing the Taskmaster here on a permanent basis…and you will be her captain.”

G loved doing this sort of thing to his men.  That sudden promotion or stationing that suddenly made all their dreams and aspirations come true.  He made have been a hard ass, but he was a beloved hard ass.

“I...I don’t know what to say Sir…Thank you sir, I’ll do my best to live up to the trust you’ve given me, “ stammered the gleeful non-com.

“I know you will, if not, I’ll flush you out an airlock and find a replacement.”

Rocketman smiled wanly.  He knew that Driver wasn’t kidding.  Failure was not an option for the former Nazgul commander. 

“Now, I’d like you to transport me down to the Fortress.  I have a meeting with Captain Stormz.”

“Yes sir, “he stated as he briskly led the NTO towards his new command.

Taskmaster uncoupled from the new Cappadocious Station and nosed down toward the surface of Abrae.  Within a matter of moments the corvette set down in the main landing bay of the main building of the VE Naval Academy.  The Fortress had been just that, a fortified land headquarters for the fledgling VE Navy.  The Navy had outgrown these meager digs a few years after consolidating their rule over this sector of space.  For the past few years the Academy had been sharing space with the main naval command in the newer buildings on the icy surface of Abrae.  Upon his own elevation, Driver had taken it upon himself to locate, clear and renovate the former VE HQ into a proper Academy.

The Fortress contained not only the full administrative wing of the Academy and it’s satellite schools, it also housed various classrooms, simulators, and training rooms for advanced spaceborne and planetside tactics, hand to hand combat training, and was the jumping off point for the Hostile Environment Survival Training course, and the future home of the Imperial War College – a think tank dedicated to long-range planning and tactics to ensure the VE meets their stated goal of re-establishing the full Galactic Empire.

“Excellent flight, Mr. Firekeeper.  Now return to the ‘Cap’ and work with the Engineers to get her into her permanent station.  You will also be permanently billeted aboard her so as to keep a better eye on the cadets.  Get her up to speed ASAP, we need those sailors.”

“Aye aye, Sir, “Rocky snapped to attention, saluted and watched as Atrasin departed the craft.  Once clear, he returned the CR-90 to her berth alongside the Cappadocious.

Meanwhile, Driver strode briskly to the appointed meeting room and his appointment with the Naval Executive Officer.  The appointment had been hastily arranged and was still a mystery to him.  The door to the Commandant’s office slid open to reveal a rather testy looking Wookiee.

“[You’re late], “he snarled…literally.

“If you want promptness, schedule ahead of time.  I had things that needed to get done.  What’s so damned important?”

The Wook motioned to the Commandant’s desk chair, “[You’re gonna need to sit down for this one.]”

A puzzled look creased Driver’s brow as he took his seat, “NOW, would you tell me what’s so damned important?”

Stormz stood up, walked over to the large window overlooking the ice fields of Abrae, “[Well…]”


OOC:
this is a one-off story to establish the new facilities of the VE Naval Academy. Cappadocious Station is a vast improvement over Platform Saratoga, and the addition of it and The Fortress will allow for a more rounded training experience in the Navy. Please change your ID lines to reflect the current situations.
CO|ADM Geordi "Driver" Atrasin/HFS Iron Duke/AHF
NTO|LCM Atrasin|NP Saratoga|TF:TH|3Flt|NAD|VEN|VE [=A=][=^SA^=][=^ME^=][=*MA*=][=FOCE=][MC1]{BWC}[NSR:1]{SAS}{SWC}(SOL)
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We few, we happy few. We band of brothers. - Henry V
May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't. - General George S. Patton Jr.
[This message has been edited by Atrasin (edited December 20, 2010 1:07:20 PM)]
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