Empire Rising

[Hickory]

"Excellent. Cluny has commanded us to seek a new goal.... Wayland. The Republic still stands strong on the planet, and while it does it halts our path to total salvation. A warship is waiting for you... take General Gray and his men. Board the ship, and set a course for Wayland. The Republic will never see us coming. Go, Inquisitor. Fulfill Cluny's wishes."

[Groddil]

"It was said Cluny tried to destroy the Republic back in the days of tree and stone. Now, his power strengthens us, and we will finish the job. It will be done, my lord."
Vitua turned smartly on her heel, marching out of the room. She passed several guards and ducked into a communications office.
"Have General Gray and his men board the ship that is waiting for me. Tell the crew that I want to leave immediately."
The officer nodded, saluting the Inquisitor as she walked back out of the office, towards the hangar.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Jeepers, I've missed so much!
Is there a convinent place I can pop in without having to roleplay with myself too much?

[Hickory]

OOC: I'll put the soldiers quarters next to the officer's, so if and when he decides to explore he can talk to Han's and Sand's charries.

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Have him run into Fatch's character Dann Jared, they're both mouse soldiers so they should get along well.


BIC:

"Yes sir, right away sir." Lacy told Marv's back as the shrew disappeared into his room. Quickly turning around Lacy scooped up her duffle and nipped into her own room, pressing the button to close the door. Unfortunately the portal wasn't lockable, for security reasons, but she didn't mind, it wasn't like anybeast was just going to go by trying all the doors, hopefully not anyway.

Lacy didn't waste any time, they would be launching soon and she wanted a good seat on the flag deck. Hurriedly she undressed and brushed her teeth and fur before selecting a fresh uniform from her bag. A few moments later, after she had finished switching the silver cord and pilots wings Lacy gave herself a check in the small mirror hanging over her personal tap. Straightening her whiskers Lacy nodding in satisfaction.

Much better.

Feeling like a new rat she threw the dirty uniform into her bag and threw the bag onto her bunk. She'd unpack later. Letting out a puff of air she pushed the door button and stepped out into the hall.

[Fatch of Southsward]

A sweating rat double and triple checked the controls, life support and airlock systems. He was normally very lax about his job - but not today. Today Montonius Gray was watching him work. The mechanic, fumbled with his tools and wiped the sweat from his brow. A single bead of sweat dropped onto the controls, and he hurriedly produced a handkerchief to wipe it off.

Without warning a soft cruel voice hissed only feet from his right. "Who hired and stationed you on my ship? I must commend them for their admirable selection in personnel..."

The mechanic dropped his multi-tool with fright. "Er... Captain Trident, sir..."

Montonius Gray smiled humorlessly - "Bagwell, send word to Captain Trident. He's being demoted to Lieutenant. Ripfang, I'm promoting you to Captain, kindly remove this rat. Send him to Experimentation - they will have a decent purpose for him.

Ignoring the yells of horror from the former mechanic as Ripfang dragged him away gleefully, General Gray turned his attention to the approach of a thin looking rat officer.

"Let me guess, Lord Vitua means to leave immediately. Very well, on your way then, go on. Inform the wondrous Inquisitor that we will be ready within the hour."

He turned and marched into his office. He stood and observed the main deck, brooding. He was no friend of the High Inquisitor, but in life one has to make accommodations. For the glory of the empire alone would General Gray endure the impulsive, but deadly, Vitua Ajenia.

[Groddil]

Having made a quick pit stop at her chambers before leaving, the High Inquisitor and two of her most trusted officers strode down the hallway towards the hangar. Vitua tucked her lightsabers into the belt of her long, black robe. One of the officers handed her a small blaster pistol, which she tucked into a strap on the back of clothing, hidden beneath a long flowing cloak. Lastly, she stared with grim satisfaction at the emergency kit strapped to her leg. A small, old-fashioned dagger and a few capsules of bacta. Just in case. she thought. The Republic can be vicious when cornered. The three creatures turned the last corner and stopped in a large airlock. Several seconds later, they walked onto the bridge of the ship. Vitua lowered her hood and spoke in a loud, powerful voice, pointing to several different officers.
"You, have everything finalized immediately. I want this ship in the air no later than an hours time. And you, find General Gray and bring him to me."

[Fatch of Southsward]

General Gray himself marched into the bridge as the last order was called.

"No need for that - I observed your approach from afar. I assume your presence and our rapid departure to mean that we journey on a campaign to Wayland. I trust you will find the ship and crew to be up to your expectations. If not, simply report it to me and it will be swiftly taken care of."

At the presence of both the General and the High Inquisitor, the officers and pilots had begun to work at a feverish pace, or at least appeared to be. The only creature other than the General and the Inquisitor who seemed to be unconcerned was the ship custodian. Aptly named Scumgar, he whistled cheerfully and swept the floor with a mop.

The engines roared: The Voyage was on!

[Groddil]

Vitua nodded simply, appreciative of how Gray got to the point. She was well aware how he did not enjoy her company, and the feeling was mutual, but he was still good at his job.
"Excellent. Yes, it is the will of Cluny and the Emperor that we journey to the Republic's Home and burn them in their beds. The ship is a good one, but how seasoned are your warriors? We have no need to worry about a construct of metal and fire; it is the creatures that are yet to be judged. Now, I trust someone will find quarters for me and my officers?"

[Fatch of Southsward]

General Gray did not share the Emperor and Inquisitor's views on Cluny. He believed in power and force alone. What was an old dead warlord to him? It was just a shame that the two ghost story believers had been the ones to be blessed with the power to use light sabers and the force. Nevertheless, he droned out the lines:

"With the great Cluny's will behind us, we can suffer no defeat."

He nodded at the next statement. He would have lost respect and been disappointed in the Inquisitor if she did not question the ship, its General and its crew. At least the Inquisitor knew how to do her job.

"Two thousand strong on this ship alone, and all are veteran fighters my Lord, seasoned and merciless. We train, inspect and punish them daily. Any deemed unworthy will be dealt with in the most painful of ways." 

Then he gave a fraction of a smile -

"Scumgar, kindly escort our esteemed Commander to the Empirical Suite. Her servants will be in quarters directly on its right."

The Empirical Suite had been designed and located in such a way that it rocked violently in Asteroid Fields and in battle. Gray himself had seen to it.

[Groddil]

OOC: Fatch, mate, Vitua is female.

BIC:

Vitua caught the smile and grinned back. She felt the force emanating from Gray, full of mischief and malice.
"Empirical Suite? My, my, how luxurious. But I am not the Emperor; just his High Inquisitor. I will find my own quarters among the standard cabins."
With that, she beckoned to the officers and strode off the bridge.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
I'll get my hero in on the next post.
For now, have this clumsy weasel...as I kind of plotted with Groddodile...

IC-
Zephyr, a nervous looking weasel, tore down the hallway and crashed headfirst into Vitua as she came from the opposite direction. He stumbled back, squinting as his vision cleared. "Watch where yer goin'! Urgh...wait...V-V-Vitua?! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean..."

[Groddil]

OOC: This may be PP-ing, sorry in advance.

BIC: Vitua's eyes widened as the weasel slammed into her. But it was afterwards that she drew one of her lightsabers in rage.
"Who in Hellgates do you think you are, weasel? I am the High Inquisitor and you will refer to me as such. You will not call me Vitua, and you will not give me orders."
She kicked him up against the wall, pressing the shining red blade of the lightsaber to his throat.
"In fact...Why don't you plead for your pitiful little life. Give me a good reason not to separate your head from your body."

[Hickory]

OOC: As long as it's approved between the RPer's, you can PP. You can do your own subplotting, as long as it is minor. (I don't see why it shouldn't )

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Just for future reference, to all of you guys, I'm always okay with minor PP-ing (such as what she's doing now, or, say, if she were slapping him), as long as it's a low ranking character like this one and whoever's doing it makes sense to be doing it.. 
IC-
"Z-Z-Zephyr," the weasel gasped, squirming while he tried to move his neck as far away from the lightsaber as he could.
"M-M-Ma'am... I'm new, I'm sorry, I-I had no idea...!"

--

A brown mouse named Colshe Settcha was backing up in the crowded soldiers' area on the ship when he bumped lightly into Dann Jared.
He whirled around, a look of shock on his face that quickly vanished back into nothingness.
"Do pardon me, I don't usually do that."