Just when the stars seemed to begin to bore Dax and the crew of the Wolfenstein, his Navigations Officer motioned. "Sir, we are approaching the planet." Standing up, Dax nodded some. "Alright everyone look alive." Came the command from his mouth as the crew yet again sprung to life. Before after, the other Star Destroyer Captains would notice the Wolfenstein as it exited hyperspace. The Wolfenstein was indeed heading right for them. Nodding some and looking at the two war ships, Dax turned to his Communications Officer. "Hail them." After a few seconds, the message was ready. "This is General Dax Horrace of the Wolfenstein." The message was short and sweet. "Whom was involved with the skirmush of Alurion?" That was all the General needed to ask. Sure enough he would get his answer. He stood there, with his arms crossed, awaiting his answer.

Thus, upon arriving on the bridge, it was he who spoke up after Captain Nelia. "Line Captain, now don't get me wrong, it is up to every Captain on how his ship is run, but... there seems to be a shockingly low amount of discipline among your crew... and uniforms... and modern equipment." he remarked, and after a moment of looking around further. "And, shouldn't we be in a conference room, not the bridge of your ship?" he asked. It was not an act of insubordination, but rather, the outlook of an Officer upon a laundry list of regulations violations.

Major Cal Jackson
Commander of the 27th Imperial Fighter Squadron
Flight Operations Officer for the Star Destroyer Impavid

"Acting Line Captain Deamora, I am Jeremy Brogan, captain of His Majesty's vessel, Cloak. We are here in an observatory capacity to gather information on the handling of the Alurion rebels for Moff Cole of the Abrion Sector."

Geoff Cole
Moff, Abrion Sector
Controlling Shareholder - Dorvalla Universal Corporation

He was approached by another crew member who nodded and handed him a data pad. Ali'Zarin looking over it as he looked up at Major Jackson before putting the data pad aside. "The lack of discipline, as you call it, is what you see, not what it is. This crew is cobbled together by crew members from other ships that were deemed of no use in the main line Imperial Navy. On this ship though discipline is different. They know that their lives rely on keeping those around them alive and safe. Each crew member has been through hell with each other, standing side by side. You may have been trained in the Imperial Naval Academy, yet true experience doesnt come from just training it comes from acting in the field. While this crew may not salute, or use what you would call out dated equipment, they are some of the best that you will ever find in the Imperial Navy. That is why this ship, myself and my crew do not exist. We can do things that the Imperial Navy can not do."

Ali'Zarin stepped to the side as he was given another report on the repairs before he looked back to those that had arrived. "Please follow me, the auxiliary meeting room has just been repaired with no problems detected in the hull or shielding of the area. As for my reasons asking you here, I prefer speaking with people in person. I am sorry if this is a discomfort to you Captain Nelia, the crew will do its best to ensure your comfort."

Imperial Navy
Alzarin Deamora
Black Ops Commander

She would walk beside Calvin as they followed Deamora to the auxiliary meeting room down the corridor, not speaking a word for several moments. "It is not for Major Jackson to criticize the lack of discipline and Imperial Policy on your ship, Captain, but I hope that you do not expect others to feel so casually while they are here. We are here to finish a job that could obviously not be finished by yourself and the crew. So as soon as the other attendees are here, I hope that you have a plan in mind." She wasn't trying to be harsh, but she was to the point and rather abrupt at times.

Bella Nelia
Captain of the Impavid
The Galactic Empire

Grinning some, the General did not like to go un-answered. "I'm sorry... perhaps my ears weren't working, but did this Captain just blow me off completely?" Asked Dax angerly at his Communications Officer. After reviewing the feed, he nodded. "Sir... it would appear so..." Turning to his second in command, he sighed. "She's yours... keep an eye on the sensors and if you get the slightest disturbance... you know where the panic button is..." Dax did not like venturing onto another vessel when the time to move was key. Communication relays were working fine, so Dax was confused as to why a meeting was being called on one vessel. It was such a mistake, for a good strike on the vessel would render the three Captains useless as they would of been killed. But with 2 other fully equipped Star Destroyers would no doubt put an end to an attack. Still... this did not make Dax feel at ease. Walking towards the turbolift, it would take him straight down to the hanger bay, where his shuttle awaited him. And as such, 8 commandos, dressed like their ARC brothers from the Clone Wars would await the General. As the lift came to a stop, the General stepped out and proceeded towards the ship. After being given a salute, Dax nodded. "Let's move..." Said the General in a disturbed voice. The ramp would go up behind him as the Clones rushed into the shuttle. The engines would fire up and would proceed out of the Wolfenstein. Proceeding to the canopy of the shuttle, he'd snatch the headset as it communicated with the Dark Whispers. "Dark Whispers... this is General Dax Horrace of the Imperial Army. You will authorize my vessel to land, and you WILL have your 'acting Line Captain' standing at attention for me when I arrive... failure to comply will result in you all being stripped of your rank, and shot at Imperial Center! Am I understood?!" Shouted Dax.

Once they entered the conference room, he did speak again. "If you don't mind, Line Captain Deamora, I would like to command our starfighter operations. With that in mind, what are the starfighter defenses you faced earlier? What tactics were presented against you? Do they have any anti-air installations on the surface that your scans of the planet detected?" he asked, in thinking of his approach to the upcoming battle.

Major Cal Jackson
Commander of the 27th Imperial Fighter Squadron
Flight Operations Officer for the Star Destroyer Impavid

He stepped forward as the doors shut behind him, his words the truth. He wasnt thinking of the mission when he realized he was hit with an ambush, he was thinking of his men. Ali'Zarin approached the hanger, having been handed a datapad from an aide. He nodded as he sent the lieutenant towards the conference room as he waited on the general. The doors opened as the lieutenant stepped in and spoke up. "Excuse me, we have received a communication from Admiral Hines. It states that there is another Imperial ship that was sent ahead to Alurion to scan and gather information. He request we hold off on our counter attack until they are finish with their mission."

Imperial Navy
Alzarin Deamora
Black Ops Commander

"Line Captain Deamora, the Moff is not on board this vessel. As for remaining at Dantooine, I am afraid that is not within the parameters of the mission I was handed, by the Moff himself I might add. Our orders stand: we will be following you and your... group... to Alurion where we will act as observers while you quell this uprising. Frankly captain, I am curious to see the forces which drove off a capable Star Destroyer and my orders are to engage certain vessels if they appear to counter your purge."

Geoff Cole
Moff, Abrion Sector
Controlling Shareholder - Dorvalla Universal Corporation

"Well we all be givin' y'all a real big patriotic welcome to our Imperial friends. We would be most happy to cater for any tastes your men might desire to slake on our lovely world, should they be granted shore leave. From our beautiful women to our delicious food and our good old country home made beverages Dantooine truly is the world which has it all. All establishments belonging to the Dantooine Chamber of Commerce would be happy to offer discounts varying between 20 and 5% for all of our proud boys in Grey fighting for our freedom at this moment. I surely am looking forward to seeing you and I hope I will have the distinct pleasure of making your acquaintance over a bucket of ribs and a few longnecks!"

"General this way please, we have no time for pleasantries, nor for insults on how you'll commit treason to the empire by having my crew shot. It would seem that Alurion has already surrendered to the Empire. Seeing as they have some hate of me, you'll be the one cleaning up the rebellion and accepting their full surrender." Ali'Zarin handed the data pad to the General, showing the new situation that had developed on Alurion as he lead the General to the conference room where the others were. The doors opening as he stepped with in and spoke up.

"Major Jackson, the fighters will be providing cover for ground forces to land on Alurion. Captain Nelia it would seem that we will be there just for the security of the ground forces now. No doubt my aide came in and informed you of the other Imperial ship that was sent in ahead to do recon. It would seem that they captured the leaders of the rebellion on Alurion. Our mission now is to secure the world, and provide cover for the General to accept the proper surrender from the Alurion following the details that were given to them." Ali'Zarin motioned to his aide who saluted and left the room, heading to the bridge to answer the other transmissions coming in.

"This is Lt. Averia of the Dark Whispers. Captain Brogan, I must inform you that the Rebellion on Alurion has surrendered. You're offer to help in the fight wont be needed. If you wish to follow that is up to you." The communications was cut short before he spoke up again, speaking with the Hutt that had offered the pleasures of the world. "I fear that we will not be able to stay and enjoy the pleasures of your world. In a few moments we will be heading to Alurion to finish our mission. I will however bring up the offer to my Captain and suggest that the crew be allowed to once more visit Dantooine when out time for shore leave comes up."

Imperial Navy
Alzarin Deamora
Black Ops Commander

As he was shuffled from his shuttle into the Conference room, Horrace grinned. "I'd mind my tone, Captain... I have more pull then you can ever dream of." Muttered Horrace as he started to review his datapad. Typical military command, it was never solid and things were subject to change all the time. It was time to come up with a plan. Looking at the nearest person, he grabbed them. "Get me a connection to the Wolfenstein." Ordered the General, and the ensign did just that. Once communications were up, he was met by his Communications Officer. "Sir... we are receiving your signal." Dax nodded. "We are going to be deploying ground troops to Alurion. Ensure our Pre-fab garrison are ready for deployment, ready our troopers. And ensure we have our pilots ready to fly cover." The communication was cut, and his orders were followed. The Wolfenstein's second in command would rush to assign the orders and ensure things were prepped. He turned to Major Jackson and nodded. "Son, I hope you can fly a bomber..." Dax mentioned as he looked at everyone into the room. "Captain Deamora, since you have more 'experiece' there, why don't you brief us all." The General crossed his arms.

Despite he lack of respect for Imperial rank on the Dark Whispers, once the General entered the confrence room, he Captain immediately straightened and gave a brief, but respectful salute. "Sir." She said, not totally relaxing after she lowered her arm. "Major Jackson can fly anything with an engine." She commented, a praise to the man in charge of the fighters on her crew.

"And we will provide needed secuirty. "

Bella Nelia
Captain of the Impavid
The Galactic Empire

"XO, inform the helm that we will be leaving for Alurion as soon as the hyperdrive spins up. Comms, put me in touch with the Dark Whispers one last time." Once the channel was open, Brogan did not bandy words. "Captain Deamora, my vessels and I will be jumping to Alurion shortly. Likely before you and your... escorts do. At that time, we will render aid and succor to any who have need of it."

Geoff Cole
Moff, Abrion Sector
Controlling Shareholder - Dorvalla Universal Corporation

"You may continue on your course Captain Brogan." His hand came up as he motioned to the officer in the room before the com was shut out as Ali'Zarin began again. "I suspect that each of you have your questions, or rather remarks on the reason why an Inquisitor would fail at such an, well lets say easy mission. However there was a dual purpose to the mission. While the planet of Alurion was in open revolt and the Dark Whispers was sent in. Your reactions in how you handled this situation was also under question to test your own loyalty. Now as I said before, the mission has changed. Alurion has already surrendered to the Empire. Orders from Naval command as well as the Grand Vizier have been received. We are to go to Alurion, when there Captain Nelia and myself will serve as cover for the General's forces. General Horrace will accept the surrender of Alurion. Prisoners will be taken and brought back to the Dark Whispers for proper interrogation and questioning for any information that will lead to the capture or location of other rebel elements on and off the planet. General, there are a handful of weapons caches located on the world, to the north, south and east of the former city. You will send troops to secure the caches and ready them to be transported to the proper Imperial depots. Major Jackson, you will ensure that the General's troops and the troop carriers are support from the hanger bays, as well give them cover on the planet. Eliminate any hostile defenses as well as coordinate air strikes with the troops on the ground. Unless there are any other questions, you're all dismissed. We leave for Alurion as soon as you all return to your ships."

Imperial Navy
Alzarin Deamora
Black Ops Commander