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  LCR "Duty": Cap'n Hades
November 3, 2013 11:20:17 AM    View the profile of Hades 
A few days ago
Lieutenant Commander Aita didn't have many he considered friends, fewer still he considered trustworthy - but there were some, and those few were enough for him to pull some strings, call in some favours. He crossed his arms as he watched the large holo-screen, eyeing a list of names that had been brought up by the moderately talented associate that now sat at the console controlling that screen.

"No," he murmured, "no that list is too broad. I don't have need for several thousand men. Narrow it down. Include those with a background pertaining to Nar Shaddaa, a history of underpromotion."

"Criminal records?"

"Don't cut them out of the search, but don't put that as a necessary marker," he instructed the half-crazed looking agent next to him. Psychotic blue eyes glared at a dark-blue console as he keyed in his instructions. A smaller list came up this time, the smile on Hades' face showing that he much preferred this compilation of names. "Excellent," he murmured, "flag number two and three," he spoke as his eyes scanned the list, "number eleven, too. Oh, and Grin?"

The agent paused mid-typing, glancing up to Hades, "sir?"

"Include yourself and your brother on that list. I've received clearance from Ensign Grey; you two work for me now." Hades instructed further, turning from the man, "meet me on the Cappadocious three days from now."

--- --- ---

Now
There was an incessant thrumming sound that vibrated through the deck of the PLF Cappadocious, irking the Lieutenant Commander as he observed the ship that would be his for the next few days, if not weeks, through an immaculately polished transparisteel viewport. His gloved hands were clasped behind his back, the black uniform that he refused to abandon despite the fact that if he was successful here, he'd no longer be a member of the Starfighter Corps... At least, he shouldn't be - after all, he'd be qualified as a Ship Captain and why would you ever put a Ship Captain as a flight leader? Hades didn't know, but he was sure that if it suited Naval High Command, it would happen. "Sir?" a voice broke through his reverie, cultured and refined, soft on the ears. The Lieutenant Commander turned with an inquisitive gaze, regarding the cyborg that stood a few feet behind him. Upon closer inspection, he realised it wasn't a cyborg - the man was, however, wearing some sort of advanced visor. "Pardon the intrusion, Lieutenant Commander. You sent for me?"

"And you are?" he answered calmly, all the while taking in the other's appearance. He had white, regulation length hair and pale skin with what looked like cybernetic scars on the right-hand side of his face. The Commander reached a hand up, idly scratching at his own scar.

"Warrant Officer First Class Tiberius Wintrose, sir," the Warrant Officer extended a hand in greeting. Hades' eyes widened marginally and he took the hand, shaking it firmly.

"Mr. Wintrose," He greeted, a small smile curling his lips, "it's certainly been a while."

Last time he'd seen the man, they had been at Kessel and Wintrose had been wearing rather less advanced-looking sensory-enhancements. "It has, sir," the Arkanian released his hand, pressing a key on the side of his visor. Said visor flickered out of existence and let Hades come face to face with a figure from his past. At the sight of those milky eyes, images of Kessel flashed across his conscious vision; unwanted terrors that the man's appearance brought back... But Hades could trust him, and that was the most important thing. Amidst the fairly dully lit antechamber that stood between Hades and the Duty, the need for the visor was absent - Wintrose's sight, as a pure Arkanian, was weak around what most people considered to be normal lighting - and the two looked upon each other as friends for a brief moment. Turning from the man, the Lieutenant Commander gazed back at the Duty. "You've come a long way, sir."

"Aye," He answered, "it's a far sight from Kessel, that's for sure."

Tiberius moved from behind him to beside him now and they gazed out jointly at the small, unassuming craft attached to the larger naval platform. "A ship was always your goal, wasn't it?" Tiberius quizzed, though he precluded Hades from answering by continuing with the answer; a rhetorical question, then, "I remember you telling me about it when I patched up your scar. Your dream to be that ungodly force of nature which you saw the Empire to be, that guiding force of justice and order."

"Mostly," the human responded quietly as he too recalled what he had said, "I never wanted to be a force of nature, though. A force of justice, a champion of order... not a force of nature."

Wintrose exhaled slowly, tilting his head slightly to look at the younger man beside him. His brow creased as he frowned slightly.

"What is it, Tiberius?" He asked softly.

"There have been rumors, Demetrius," Wintrose replied, "from your time aboard the Brilliant."

"With Tuk'ata," Demetrius murmured, nodding slowly, "that was almost a year ago, Wintrose. What rumors?"

"That you killed a man in cold blood. An execution," Wintrose's pale eyes didn't flinch as they regarded his superior, "moreover, that you're working for VENI."

With this revelation, Hades turned his head sharply to fix Wintrose with a stead glare, searching the other man's eyes for any hint of subversion, any hint of a lie. He found none in the eyes of someone that could almost be called his savior, instead looking back out to the ship silently. His ship. "I've done many things, Mr. Wintrose. I'm sure the rumors about me are abundant."

"Yes sir, they are," Wintrose answered, causing Hades to snort quietly in disdain. He had no time for idle gossip, "just remember why you've come this far, Demetrius."

When he didn't answer, choosing instead to silently regard the Duty, Wintrose murmured a respectful farewell and moved off. The young officer thought on what the older man had said, closing his eyes for a moment as he recalled the death that he had been accused of committing. It had been in cold blood, but for the right reasons. Orders were orders, so he swallowed back any misgivings about morales. "Commander," an alien voice hissed. It didn't wait for him to turn before continuing, "your ship is readyy."

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Wordcount: 1,095

AAR: Hades uses his handler-level-clearance in VENI to pull a few strings he probably shouldn't, and begins compiling his new crew. The first member to arrive is an old friend of Hades, WO1 Tiberius 'Iceman' Wintrose.

And so begins my SCTP!

Lieutenant Commander Demetrius 'Hades' Aita

FL | LCDR Hades | Silver 9 | S:46 "Jexxel" | W:101 "Blade" | ISD Paragon | TF:A | 2Flt | VEN | VE

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  RE: LCR "Duty": Cap'n Hades
November 3, 2013 8:22:23 PM    View the profile of Hades 
As it turned out, the person who told him his ship was ready was the wildcard, the one Hades had not expected: Vorssk 'Krayt' Attragal, a Trandoshan Squadron Commander... or rather, former squadron commander. "A transfer and promotion to full Lieutenant," Hades commented as the two of them walked, "you must be pleased."

The small Trandoshan eyed Hades for a moment, "I would rather be with my squadron," was the none-too-friendly answer. Demetrius raised an eyebrow, falling silent as they continued walking. He had heard of Krayt before - the alien SCO wasn't a legend, per se, but he was a well known squadron commander, both widely liked and disliked, depending on how you viewed his methods. A former slaver, Krayt had a base tendency to be rather... brutal, savage, even cruel when it came to discipline. It earned him a controversial reputation as a hard but efficient commander who held nothing back, as an ace pilot and a veteran of Squadron Command. The duo came to the door of the airlock that led onto his ship and Hades glanced at the other man as the Duty and Cappadocious equalised their atmospheres.

"What capacity have you been instructed to serve in, Lieutenant?" Hades asked. Last he heard, Krayt had been a mere Warrant Officer 1st class. To achieve a quintuple promotion was something in itself; even Hades had only achieved a quadruple at his finest hour. Krayt was as silent as the grave for a good few seconds as the airlock hissed and the door ahead of them slid open, inhaling calmly with a small smile.

"Your Executive Officer," the Lieutenant answered smugly, entering the ship before Hades did and leaving his superior to his own slightly stunned moment of silence. A slaver as his Executive Officer? The Commander hadn't much of an idea how exactly he was going to stand the man's presence for much longer, let alone as his Executive Officer for any period of time. In his opinion, Wintrose should have been made XO - he even made a note in his mind to add that to his report when he eventually made it, after this cruise. Recovering from the revelation, Hades entered the Duty for the first time - he didn't bask in the smell of the ship, though, wasting no time in hurrying after the small Trandoshan that he would have to find a way to get along with as a temporary solution, at least. Added to his various mental notes was one to figure out why exactly he had been transferred from Squadron Commander to Executive Officer, especially with such an abrasive personality. He was destined for command, Krayt, his personality made anything else fairly unlikely as career options.

After what was an entirely disappointing march through boringly lit corridor, the young Commander found himself emerge on a bridge which, for the Duty's size, was surprisingly spacious. The ship itself was by no means a large space, even though it only had a crew of sixteen - of those sixteen, the majority were meant to be in this room. "Welcome aboard, Lieutenant Commander Aita," a robotic voice intoned from nearby. When Hades turned his head to look, there was a bipedal droid standing there looking friendly - it couldn't show expressions, but somehow the emotionless contraption looked pleasant, "I am C-M-3PO, modified military protocol droid."

"Okay," the Lieutenant Commander replied, not entirely sure what to say to it, "uh... what are you doing aboard the ship?"

"He'll record and report your progress on the training cruise," Krayt explained sourly from his position near the Captain's dais.

"Lieutenant Attragal is correct. I have been engineered to ensure my programming is as helpful as possible to the Captain of the Warden-class Light Cruiser known as Duty. I will make it my mission to assist you in your Ship Captain Training Program and will be most helpful in whatever areas..." Hades phased out the sound and gave Krayt a dull look, saying he wasn't impressed. He tuned back in on the droid, "...fluent in over three million-"

"Thank you, Em-three," the commander interrupted quietly, "that'll be quite enough of that. Lieutenant Attragal, please begin unlatching procedures from the Cappodocious and plot a course around the nearest star. I want to slingshot us around and perhaps give the folks at VENA a show."

"As you say sir," Krayt hissed. He wasn't pleasant, friendly, or any of those other words - one thing he was, however, was efficient. He barked orders at helms and communications, though frowned - one of the seats at the comms console was empty. "Sir, there's still a life-form in the airlock."

"M-3PO, summon Doctor Wintrose to the bridge if you will." Demetrius instructed the droid, moving over to take his place beside Krayt, "wait until the life-form is across, then contact our passengers to check it out."

"I must advise you, Commander Aita, bringing a Doctor to the bridge is not in the handbook. If you deviate from the handbook, I cannot ensure the best scores for you or your crew, how do-"

"Just do it, Em-Three," he sighed, shaking his head.

"Of course sir, though I cannot say I agree." Em-three shuffled off and were he human, the SCAP candidate imagined that he might be pouting by now. Wintrose appeared shortly after the droid's disappearance, giving Hades a reason for his eyes to sparkle in amusement.

"Feel privileged, Mr. Wintrose," he instructed dryly, glancing to Attragal, "apparently the bridge officer's handbook says you're not to be up here."

"I feel very privileged, sir," Wintrose shot back, deadpan.

"Lieutenant, have the marines found our guest yet?" He quizzed Krayt semi-irritably. For a training cruise, there wasn't much cruising going on - or much training for that matter, though he supposed that it might be considered training himself and his crew at interpersonal relations...

"Yes sir," Attragal responded in his characteristic hiss, "they're bringing her to the bridge."

"Guest? Marines?" Wintrose asked bemusedly, "sounds like a party."

"Her..." Hades noted the use of gender, slightly surprised at that. "Yes, Mr. Wintrose, a party indeed. Power up the engines, get us away from the Cappadocious."

"Our guest also happens to be your Chief Communications Officer," Krayt added absently, "disengaging from the Cappadocious now... Helms, give us two-thirds thrust."

"She what?" Demetrius shot back at Attragal, surprised. Attragal managed a small, reptilian smile, but fell silent even as Hades let the subject slip.

Here was Hades' day, his crowning achievement - becoming a Ship Captain - and it wasn't going well...

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Wordcount: 1,113

AAR: Hades boards his ship with his Executive Officer, [url=www.vastempire.com/wiki/Vorssk_Attragal]Vorssk 'Krayt' Attragal,[/url] a former Squadron Commander like Hades - one with a history pertaining to Chlovi no less. They are almost ready to leave when they detect a life-form in the airlock, which Hades orders his two special passengers to deal with...

this sets up the introduction of the third to follow shortly

Lieutenant Commander Demetrius 'Hades' Aita

FL | LCDR Hades | Silver 9 | S:46 "Jexxel" | W:101 "Blade" | ISD Paragon | TF:A | 2Flt | VEN | VE

MS | LCDR Hades | LCR Duty | TF:T | ?Flt | VENA | VEN | VE

[*IG*][LoM] [DSM] [NSR] [VC:B] [VC:S] [MC:1] [MC:2] [CBV] [CAR] [MiD]
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[*SWC*] [*FOCE*] [^TG^]
[This message has been edited by Hades (edited November 3, 2013 8:23:03 PM)]
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  RE: LCR "Duty": Cap'n Hades
November 4, 2013 12:10:47 AM    View the profile of Hades 
The tale of Hades' Communications Officer was one that was long... long and complex, a weaving, twisting narrative that fate had compiled in a fractured image for its own amusement, full of coincidence and poor fortune. Unexpected turns were abundant; surprise was the bottom line in this intriguing yarn. It started a while ago, when Hades first escaped and supposedly, it ended with a flicker of a hyperdrive, a flash of energy from the engines of a TIE Avenger that sent it into hyperspace and far away from the starfighter pilot known as Demetrius Aita... but things came back to haunt you, it seemed. Things is too general, though, more specifically: women came back to haunt you. For Hades, the story was no different - past figures were emerging from the shadows of time like ghosts come to repeat bad memories on him, though in fact they weren't there for nefarious purposes - just to help him.

The woman, though.. the New Republic mercenary, the Zeltron. She was story in herself. After jumping to hyperspace, Zella Blaze had plotted a course most wouldn't have expected: the vector that Hades had sent her before she'd left. It was a vector back toward the Vast Empire's core worlds, more notably Abrae. While her 'saviour' had begun his journey, she had begun her own - and that was one of enlisting in the Vast Empire. She did so with an ardour that few trainees would have even come close to; unbeknownst to her 'saviour', she was repaying a debt. She passed basic within a week and was kept back on the Cappadocious for a further week while she waited for assignment - most of the ships were out of the system with the second fleet.

While she was there, she began to work her way up. One week became two weeks, two became three, three weeks turned into a double promotion. It was only then that the call came - qualified now in communications, she was needed on a certain ship... That ship was the Duty. When she found out who her commanding officer was going to be, the Zeltron couldn't believe it. Not only had she avoided discovery as a former associate of the New Republic's secretive intelligence service, but she had also found a chance to repay her debt to someone who saved her from her drudgery. Her boots clicked against the immaculately polished floors of the Cappadocious, trepidation suddenly seizing her without remorse. What person wouldn't be afraid? She hadn't given him an explanation as to why she'd left, for all intents and purposes he would think she'd abandoned him, and yet... and yet she felt the need to explain things to him, to smoothe everything over. She liked him, after all, and she hadn't abandoned him. "Petty Officer Blaze?" Zella turned at the sound of her last name, finding an officer standing behind her. A human, initially she mistook him for Hades and smiled... but the smile faded as she saw he was regarding her with a dull look. "You managed to gain a promotion to Petty Officer 1st Class... but given the circumstances and where you'll be working, the minimum required rank is Chief Petty Officer."

Her face fell, "Understood, sir," believing that her journey was at an end, that she had come this close to helping Hades and failed, she began to walk back the way she'd come.

"I didn't dismiss you, Ms. Blaze, nor did I finish my sentence," the officer reminded her none-too-subtly, waiting for her to snap back into place, "the minimum required rank is Chief Petty Officer. As such, we're promotion you temporarily to the position. Once Commander Aita transfers out of VENA, either he chooses to keep you and therefore your rank, or you return to VENA as a training tool as your previous rank. Now you are dismissed."

She had no idea what to say, standing there speechless even as the Officer moved past her toward the direction she had come from. She couldn't call out after him and ask him why, she couldn't form any words. The Zeltron could feel her heart beating at a million miles per hour, thundering in her ears like a broadside from an Imperial Star Destroyer. It wasn't over... But surely they were messing with her? She'd only just earned a double promotion from Senior Crewman to PO1, an additional promotion, that was almost unprecedented as far as she knew. Even Vrail hadn't promoted so open-handedly. It had to be some kind of trick, it just had to be. There was no other explanation about it. Despite her acceptance of this fact, she still thoroughly believed she had to see Hades, to talk to him... Warily she advanced, finding the airlock deserted and hearing a hissing sound, a sound that fell suspiciously silent as she entered. A red light flashed and she realised the sensors must have picked her up as the ship was disengaging from the Cappadocious.

What do I do, what do I do? She thought desperately as she stood in the airlock, pressing a key on what must have been the ship's hull. Nothing happened, so she pressed it again and this time the door slid open, although she wasn't greeted by a nice, friendly looking empty corridor but instead by two burly-looking Imperial Marines. One wore the single square of an Officer Candidate, the other the insignia of a Warrant Officer First Class, "the Captain will see you now," the smaller of the two - the Officer Candidate - said calmly, stepping aside so that she could pass, though not without obviously placing a hand near the blaster pistol at his side. It looked modified, non-regulation. The two marines fell into step, one ahead and one behind as they led her toward the bridge, all the while hoping that he would forgive her as opposed to arbitrarily locking her up. No, she reminded herself, he's well within his rights to do that. She doubted bargaining with him for information would help; blackmailing would only increase his ire and reduce her chances of survival. For now, then, it was up to her to play the good communications officer, come rain or come shine.

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Wordcount: 1,055

AAR: Introducing Zella 'Inferno' Blaze , a former mercenary turned communications expert with the VEN. She appeared in the story Hades: Awake and helped him escape, before disappearing into hyperspace.. here she reemerges, having used her knowledge of communications systems and technology to earn herself a spot on his crew.

Lieutenant Commander Demetrius 'Hades' Aita

FL | LCDR Hades | Silver 9 | S:46 "Jexxel" | W:101 "Blade" | ISD Paragon | TF:A | 2Flt | VEN | VE

MS | LCDR Hades | LCR Duty | TF:T | ?Flt | VENA | VEN | VE

[*IG*][LoM] [DSM] [NSR] [VC:B] [VC:S] [MC:1] [MC:2] [CBV] [CAR] [MiD]
[HNS] [1NS] [BRC] [BWC] [SWC] [GWC] [CNQST] [CC:4]
[*SWC*] [*FOCE*] [^TG^]
[This message has been edited by Hades (edited November 4, 2013 12:23:46 AM)]
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  RE: LCR "Duty": Cap'n Hades
December 22, 2013 4:58:27 AM    View the profile of Hades 
As the Zeltron walked through the door, the blood in Hades’ veins turned to ice. A chill ran through him and it was all he could do not to visibly shiver. Two bulky guards – one inhumanly tall – flanking a woman with skin redder than a blushing Devaronian wasn’t exactly a normal sight anywhere in the Vast Empire; without a doubt, the VE was one of the most diverse military organisations in the galaxy yet even it had its prejudices. Many humans were from the Galactic Empire’s New Order and, while the VE espoused equality among the species, there were still those who clung onto their humanocentric beliefs despite the shift in galactic politics that they had all seen over the past ten years. All eyes on the bridge turned to look at the new arrivals, though a hiss from the imposing Trandoshan XO had them all facing their consoles again.

“Reporting for duty, Captain,” Zella the Zeltron voiced with more confidence than she felt, heart thundering in her ears. Hades didn’t make it any easier for her, an icy glare that revealed nothing but suspicion being sent her way.

“And who exactly is reporting for duty?” The green-eyed officer questioned glacially, expression a mask – though his eyes showed almost everything his face didn’t.

“Acting Chief Petty Officer Zella Blaze, sir,” she answered , standing tall despite the interrogation she felt was coming. After all, she had interrogated him once or twice – though that hadn’t turned out that well as far as interrogating had been concerned. Although in a different form, the interrogation had had its benefits, “your communications officer for the duration of your training assignment.”

“I see,” was the only reply she got as Hades went into thought. Berating her now would only air dirty laundry in front of the crew, laundry which the Lieutenant Commander would much rather be kept between those who already knew. One of the bridge crew – the helmsman – couldn’t stop looking at the new addition, earning himself the attentions of the fearsome XO. Vorssk paced across the raised command section toward the helms console, eyes locked on the lanky looking human who – seeing the approach of the angry XO – now turned back to his console as if it were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.  Most of the crew were distracted by the Trandoshan’s heavy steps, “get to your post. We’re not done, though,” Hades murmured to her, glancing at her escort, “Thank you, gentlemen; you may return to your post.”

“Affirmative, sir,” Grin answered, before hesitantly glancing at the new arrival as the sounds of a commotion arose from the helms console, “would you like us to keep an eye on her while she’s aboard?”

Hades glanced in the same direction, before looking between the brothers. Grin and Grim were brothers, former ISB, former VENI agents turned marines to work with Hades. He hadn’t entirely trusted Grin at first, but the brothers and Hades had become brothers in arms during their operation on Tilsec Prime. “When she’s not on the bridge, yes,” he replied quietly, “did you bring any toys from your last employer?” He meant VENI, of course. Grin did just that – grinned – and nodded subtly, “Good. I want a full inventory before the SCFE. Dismissed.”

“Roger that sir,” Grin answered, both brothers saluting before they turned to leave. Even by the time they had vanished from the bridge, Krayt was still bullying the slight helmsman.

“Lieutenant,” he called calmly across the bridge, though didn’t raise his voice, keeping a calm, cold tone as he approached the duo – at this stage, the pale human was almost cowering against his console, despite the fact he stood a clear two inches taller than the short Trandoshan. Krayt half turned as the commanding officer approached, reptilian mouth curled into a fearsome sneer.

“Sir,” Krayt hissed in reply, “this one makes a poor crewman for a distinguished pilot. His fear is too great.”

Hades’ left eyebrow rose as he heard his XO call his helmsman a coward, in other words. He glanced at the young, red-haired human and exhaled slowly, “what is your name, Mr…?”

“S-steer sir. Well, that’s my callsign, my name’s Mivros, Lannik Mivros sir,” the helmsman sounded just a scared as he looked.

“Mivros Lannik Mivros?” He questioned.

“N-no sir,” he stammered, “just Lannik Mivros.”

“Just Lannik Mivros? Very well, Mr. Just-“

“No sir, my name is Lannik Mivros,” Lannik answered with considerable force in his tone, earning him a poisonous look from Krayt. Hades was silent for a moment with an unreadable expression on his face, before the slightest hint of smile appeared on his face as he looked to his XO.

“Well, Lieutenant Attragal,” he said, an almost indistinguishable undertone of humour in his voice, “Mr. Mivros has just had the unmitigated temerity to cut off his commanding officer in front of the entire bridge crew.”

“Understood, Commander,” Krayt said, a grin forming, “I’ll deal with his insubordination-“

“No, Lieutenant, you mistake me,” his response removed the grin from Krayt’s face as he offered ‘Steer’ a small nod, “I was merely goading the helmsman to prove that he’s no coward. Mr. Mivros will not be punished.”

Mivros looked just as surprised as Krayt, neither of them able to speak a word. He watched the latter carefully and when he saw a reply forming on the Trandoshan’s equivalent to lips, he raised a hand. “The matter is dealt with. Lieutenant, you may return to your post.”

Krayt nodded meekly, though shot Hades a poisonous look as he brushed past his superior. Mivros was still wide-eyed, “t-thank you sir,” he managed.

Hades lowered his chin in a subtle nod, “I’d get back to my console if I were you, Mr. Mivros. The Captain would like to be underway, if you please.”

“Sir,” Mivros answered with a hint of confidence in his tone, turning back to the helms console as Hades paced back to the center of the bridge. “Sublight engines giving the green light. Preparing to engage now,”

“In future, I’d appreciate it if you did not bully my crew, Lieutenant,” he murmured without turning, “are we clear?”

“Like water,” the Trandoshan hissed back. Hades knew he’d been a slaver once, so he wasn’t surprised at the man’s methods. The methods were going to change, though – he would make sure of it.

“Sir!” Mivros called, “the sublight engines aren’t responding.”

“Get engineering on the line,” the Lieutenant Commander demanded of the new comms officers, Zella.  A few moments later, a miniaturised hologram of the chief engineer appeared. He was a dark-skinned humanoid with an eyepatch, three parallel scars, a bald head and a neat beard. “Master Chief,” Hades greeted, “why are our engines not working?”

“Well sir, there’s this little problem that we in the business of engineering like to call nobody-told-me-we-were-accelerating-in-the-middle-of-my-diagnostics-checks, which has led to an immediate failsafe override. Lucky for you, I happen to be a very qualified engineer, which is why I have this job. That means yes, before you ask, I can fix it.” The chief engineer – Kad ‘Saber’ Blayn – responded, slightly annoyed, causing Hades to quirk a brow at the hologram of the Master Chief Petty Officer.

“Mr. Blayn, may I remind you that insubordination and disrespecting an officer can be grounds for Court Martial,” Hades pointed out, though his tone wasn’t cold. He had been amused by the man so far, “how long will the repairs take?”

“Sir, I’d love to have some R&R to see those beautiful people back on Lotaith for a court martial. The repairs are done, because I’m a genius who can multitask. You’re welcome.”

“I’ll do my best to fulfil your wish, Chief,” the Captain remarked bemusedly regarding the Court Martial, “try not to break anything down there. Hades out.”

“Sir, may I just point out that I find that very off-“ He made a cutting gesture at Zella, who promptly severed the line of communication between the bridge and engineering sections. There was a deathly silence that had settled over the crew now, and Mivros was looking to him for instructions.

“Get us underway, Steer” he instructed finally, exhaling in mock-exasperation. When no-one was looking, though, he let a slight smile colour his features. To him, he had the best crew he could have hoped for. The Lieutenant Commander always knew more than he let on – a habit of VENI – and while he had seemed surprised about Steer, Blayn and Krayt… He had already known about their assignments before the fact. He felt a slight shift of gravity as they pulled away from the Cappadocious and shifted course. “Set a course around Abrae and its sun, Mr. Mivros. We don’t want to be gone too long. Engines to 75% capacity.”

Mivros acknowledged, the slight shift in Hades’ stomach telling him they were changing course again. Hmm, Hades thought as he looked around, I shouldn’t be feeling this much movement. The ship’s gravity must need repairs. As the Cappadocious grew further and further away from the small craft, the Lieutenant Commander’s mind turned to the famed SCFE – the turning point in any would-be Ship Captain’s career, which he hoped would be no different for himself.

“Take note of your consoles, of how they respond to the way you use them,” he voiced to the bridge crew, “the most important part of each individual exam will be the practical knowledge of your profession. Some here are more experienced than others, but it doesn’t change much.” A glance at the Doctor – Wintrose, who had been silent this entire time – earned him a nod of approval. Why he needed approval from that man was anyone’s guess, “the exams are notorious for being interrupted by examiners for wild goose chases or surprise objectives to test your combat readiness, so preparation will be a key factor in our success. While yes, we each have our different sections to be examined on, we are assessed as a team as well. Our ability to work together will no doubt be strenuously put through its paces, as will our ability to work as a crew and command this ship. Make no mistake, this is the beginning or end of your chosen career path. Correct, Em-three?”

By now the 3P0 droid had made its way back to the bridge, gazing around from behind its robotic eyes with the lack of emotion only a droid could hold. Hades always thought the 3P0 series of droid had a certain sense of pride, though – which always gave him the impression that each model reacted to insults or compliments. Em-three, as he was called, seemed to be miffed at Hades’ dismissal and disregard for the rulebook. “Correct, sir. Given your showing so far, my predictions see a lot of careers ending today.”

“How inspiring,” Hades remarked dryly.

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AAR: Introducing Loki ‘Grin’ Grimm and his brother, Fenrir ‘Grim’ Grimm , the marine detachment that are there purely because Hades pulled some strings. Lannik ‘Steer’ Mivros is the shy helmsman, while Kad ‘Saber’ Blayn is his polar opposite; the outspoken, borderline insubordinate Chief Engineer who has an unlimited supply of jokes, retorts, elbow grease and engineering experience.

Lieutenant Commander Demetrius 'Hades' Aita

FL | LCDR Hades | Silver 9 | S:46 "Jexxel" | W:101 "Blade" | ISD Paragon | TF:A | 2Flt | VEN | VE

MS | LCDR Hades | LCR Duty | TF:T | ?Flt | VENA | VEN | VE

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