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To Sleep, Perchance to Dream
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| Bella_Nelia | Date: Sunday, 01 Jan 2012, 5:41 PM | Message # 1 |
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| The Impavid; stationary orbit over Dantooine, as a result of the "invasion" by Derailian forces.
The young Imperial Captain was restless. Her orders had been clear- protect the Senator at all cost. Remove the Senator from Dantooine if necessary. Now that the conflict was over, they were idle. The Impavid, in all its grandeur, had been locked in orbit around the planet in the weeks since the incident involving Deraila had occurred. She had the crew run drills of course, flight drills for the fighters run by Major Jackson, etc. But still, idle time was in excess aboard the star destroyer.
Bella's mind, however, had been occupied with things other than her job. She knew she was having the strangest dreams, but in the waking hours she could not remember them, no matter how hard she tried. The emotions that the dreams left behind were scarring. They bothered her deeply and she thought about them, perhaps more than she should have.
She could remember a man. A shadow mostly. He was a few inches taller and with dark hair. Bella could hear his voice, but no words. She could feel the roughness of calloused hands on hers, but couldn't see them. And his name. There was nothing there. It was bothering her, and it was growing obvious to those closest to the Captain, despite her attempts to hide it.
Bella Nelia
Captain of the Impavid
The Galactic Empire
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| Cal_Jackson | Date: Tuesday, 28 Feb 2012, 4:10 AM | Message # 2 |
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| The dust had long settled, as they would say on the surface, at Dantooine. They still remained on station, it seemed, awaiting any possible flare-up on hostilities, with relations between Deralia and Dantooine as tense as it had ever been. Regardless, there was no immediate danger, and he was conducting minimal patrols; the objective being to keep the pilots well rested. They pilots had taken to creative ways to pass the time. Between setting up make-shift athletic fields on the vacant hangar decks and playing alternating games of limmie, shockball, and smashball, and partaking in just about any and all gambling card games in the Squadron Lounges. The lounge of his 27th Fighter Squadron had largely been converted into what could arguably be called a casino, while the lounge of Captain Darcy's 393rd Bomber Squadron had become what was more or less a smoke room. None of it was exactly within regulations, or authorized, but it was the degree of freedom pilots enjoyed on smaller ships, like the Impavid.
Right now, he was involved in a high stakes game of Sabacc. They had all pitched in after Alurion and bought a automated dealer, which could do multiple games, to, chiefly, allow themselves to be relieved of the boredom of late, and also, rid any accusations of cheating by a dealer. Right now, he was in a heated bidding battle with Lieutenant Garth Norint, one of the Bomber pilots. He was right at 23, and living on a hope and a prayer that the shift didn't hit. He was shocked when Norint went all-in. He double-checked the cards to ensure the shift hadn't hit; it hadn't. He grimaced, and went all-in as well. It had been a game between himself, Captain Darcy, and the six Lieutenants between the two squadrons. Both pots were in play... making it 40,000 credits at stake, a little over a month's pay from each pilot. He knew he had won, when the robotic voice chimed "Player 6, wins." to which a cheer from the Bomber pilots erupted, and he looked down at the table in disbelief. The shift that he was so nervously dreading, had struck. He was left with a -14, and Norint walked away with a 23 and 40,000 credits. After he regained his composure, he nodded to Norint, and departed the lounge. He was due to meet with Nelia for their weekly briefing, and was in fact running rather late.
While he ascended to the bridge in a turbolift, he put his uniform on in its entirety, and straightened everything out to ensure he was presentable. He had accomplished the mission by the time he hit the bridge, walking up to Catain Nelia, who, for lack of a better term, looked like she had seen a ghost. "Sorry, I'm late... I had to go lose an entire month's pay, on pay day, thus making myself broke for the next twenty-three days. I'm going go with that being something that you are either not going to care about, or consider my execution, based on the look on your face."
Major Cal Jackson
Commander of the 27th Imperial Fighter Squadron
Flight Operations Officer for the Star Destroyer Impavid
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| Bella_Nelia | Date: Tuesday, 28 Feb 2012, 8:58 PM | Message # 3 |
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| The Captain did, indeed, look like she had seen a ghost. She always had a very fair complexion, but in the past few days, she had grown somewhat paler (if it as possible). Cal Jackson's lateness did not even seem to register with her as she stood on the bridge and stared out the forward windows. Time had pretty much come to a standstill out there, despite the efforts that she had made to keep the crew on a regular schedule. She knew that she needed to contact Naval Command and get them out of there, it just had not been the right time yet.
"I am not sure what use money is out here. Unless you were planning on a shopping spree planetside, unauthorized, and even then I am not sure what you would buy except chickens or used farm equipment." She said, all too casually as she laced her fingers together behind her back. Her cobalt gaze stayed out the windows at the planet below. It was brilliant and beautiful, the way its star reflected off of the surface, illuminating the water and the land like that. Much like other planets she had seen, but had too busy to notice.
A moment later, she snapped out of the daze and turned her focus on the young pilot. They were close to the same age, she was sure, but both young. For the first time in a while, she actually noticed him. His uniform actually sharp and pressed, hair trimmed, clean shaven. There was a moment where she was impressed that he had taken the time instead of just running up in a half buttoned flight suit and t-shirt. "I do not make it a habit of executing my best pilots either, Major." Bella commented casually before she cleared her throat.
"I am going to send a holo to Command tomorrow to see if they have orders or if we are to remain here in case Dantooine or the Senator requires our assistance. It seems that our presence is no longer required." Bella would pause in the step she had started to take as she thought something over. "I wonder, Major Jackson...." She made a small motion to her office so that he would follow her so that they could speak more privately without the prying ears of the small crew that remained on the bridge at the moment.
If he would follow, she would shut the door behind them and move to her desk, which was as neat and well put together as she was. "Cal..." Bella started to speak. It might seem odd to him, as she rarely addressed him by his first name, and especially never did when there were other crew members present. "I wonder what you know about...Jedi." She knew little to nothing, except what the Empire had taught her. They were a danger and to be dealt with as such.
Bella Nelia
Captain of the Impavid
The Galactic Empire
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