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| Captain_Heller | Date: Monday, 19 Oct 2009, 8:43 PM | Message # 16 |
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| "Quite right," Heller nodded, with regard to the last point. He momentarily regarded De Crion (clearly without much regard), before glancing back to Nadia who, to his credit, had interrupted his subordinate's rant. The Admiral's own words were not much more considerate, however, and Heller felt compelled to make this known. "But with respect," he said to him, "I hope you realize what you've done; you've killed 23 of my crew and attacked the bridge of this vessel in a dishonorable fashion, and compelled us to damage your vessel during the course of its capture. An orderly surrender sooner would have prevented this and, I reiterate that you are mistaken, you were in Imperial space, armed and shielded and, thus, instigated this entire sordid affair." "However," he said, returning to his neutral, bureaucratic tone of voice, "Your views will be recorded. I feel it's fair to say that we are not going to come to an agreement on this matter, but nor should we be expected to. I am not your prosecutor and have no interest in doing so; I am merely informing you of the reasons for your detention. If you have no further questions of me then, gentlemen, you will be seen to the secondary hangar."
Clive Winston Heller
Captain of the Marathon
The Galactic Empire
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| Kieran_Nadia | Date: Monday, 19 Oct 2009, 9:38 PM | Message # 17 |
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| He brought himself to full attention, and nodded to the man, unwilling to give a salute. More so to an Imperial, than to a lower officer...old habits died hard. "And to clarify, I did not order an attack on your bridge. In my entire career, I haven't ordered one, nor will I ever. Those pilots acted on their own, and unfortunately that mistake cost five of them their lives. I am an officer and a gentlemen, and I do have honor, despite what you may think of us 'Rebels'." he said, making sure to express rebels in a way that would indicate that it was his perception of the Imperial view, not his own. "And to also note, our firing upon your ship was an act of self-defense, and an effort to cause you to break off your attack. I will honestly say though, I am truely sorry for the loss of your men, Captain." he said to Heller. He then turned and went over to his men.
Commander Kieran Nadia
Imperial Navy Starfighter Corps
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| Captain_Heller | Date: Tuesday, 20 Oct 2009, 1:52 AM | Message # 18 |
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| Heller left the bustling hangar, en route back to the Marathon's bridge. He found himself walking quickly down the Star Destroyer's various corridors, and pacing impatiently in its lifts. He was in a dreadful hurry, and didn't know why. The door to the bridge hissed open some moments later—he wasn't sure precisely how many, but probably not as many as it seemed to him. The crew were in conversation with one another, lively and in good spirits. The Captain pre-empted their salutes (and the possibility of another round of applause, which he didn't think he could stand just now) by addressing them before they could. "At ease," he said, "Again, well done gentlemen. Get yourselves to the mess hall, have a drink and be back on the bridge at 1900." The men resumed their conversations as they stood from their consoles and began filing out, with thankful nods to Heller on the way. "Lieutenant?" he said, turning away from them and seizing the attention of his executive officer, "I have the conn, and I'll preside; you deserve a drink as much as the rest of them." "Are you sure, Sir?" he asked, "I can preside over the bridge if you'd prefer." "Go on," Heller said, with a forced smile. He shook the Lieutenant's hand, and placed his free hand on the man's shoulder to suggest he leave. The Lieutenant nodded, and did so. The door hissed shut behind him, and Heller was alone with the whirring sound of computers and blue radiance of hyperspace outside the viewport. Yes, that was it—he'd been in a hurry to be alone. It was, at last, peaceful. He went to his command chair, sat down, and allowed himself to slump. There was no need for pretense now. He sighed, closed his eyes, contemplated the consequences of his actions today and hoped to the Force that those gruesomely burned bodies he'd just seen were not the beginning of worse things to come.
Clive Winston Heller
Captain of the Marathon
The Galactic Empire
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