[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Briefing Room 1-Beta
Pegasus Star Destroyer 'Audacieuse'
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[font=Garamond]Well, there was something to be said for silence in a briefing room; fortunately, what there was to be said about that wasn't terribly loud. Sighing and straightening himself out a little, the major shifted his attention to focus on both of his colleagues evenly. "Gentlemen, seeing no further questions, I'd like to end this meeting. We all have things to do, and it's time we got to them." With that, he offered a quick, sharp salute, before clasping his hands behind his back and reverting to near-perfectly rigid attention, ready to leave the room. "Forgive me if it's rising too far past my own station to say this, but, dismissed." And with that, the commando walked out.[/font]
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[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Pegasus Star Destroyer 'Audacieuse'[/font]
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[font=Garamond]The sounds had persisted long after the briefing was over: sounds that birthed worrisome questions, and wary glances. It was almost like there was something following him around, waiting for the right time to strike and eat him alive. When he turned to look at the source of the strange voices, there was nothing out of the ordinary at all; just a few junior commissioned officers, or a bunch of non-commissioned, all looking at him like he'd suddenly started sprouting a second head.[/font]
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[font=Garamond]It's at times like these, Lance thought to himself, that I think I'd be better off starting to drink. The thought fortunately passed almost as fast as it had appeared, leaving the major with nothing more than the same odd feelings of worry and confusion. Whatever was haunting him, it seemed to be content to just torture him every so often, as though it were some shadow of the past seeking vengeance for a crime from a time long forgotten.[/font]
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[font=Garamond]How I'd much prefer to be left alone... he thought, the cold words echoing in his mind. That wasn't going to happen, though; in fact, the officer coming down from the observation room was pretty much making a bee-line straight for him. "Sir," he said calmly, saluting briefly before coming to parade rest.[/font]
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[font=Garamond]"Lieutenant, spare me the formalities." Lance's voice was hard, and uninvitinng. "I'm looking for a squadron of stealth intruders. Estimated time to arrival?"[/font]
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[font=Garamond]"Roughly three hours. Request was placed with Admiralty Naval Yard a few moments ago."[/font]
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[font=Garamond]The major sighed, turning to leave the hangar. "Keep me posted," was all he said, the door opening up in front of him and sliding shut behind him, echoing slightly in the cavernous hangar bay.[/font]

Pegasus-class Star Destroyer Audacieuse, Fyre Sola System

"Atten-hut!"

The armored bootheels of the Kashan Shock Troopers' clicked together. Corise spared them a cool glance, and snapped a precise salute back. Clasping his hands behind his back, the man stepped through the bridge foyer, eying the nebulous vista which painted the star destroyer's viewports. Amazing how poets, artists, or maybe simply romantics can be enthralled by cosmic. Viewing these sights like they are divine beauties. But in reality, we are viewing something ugly and monstrous from afar. He snorted. Points of view.

"Sir," reported a husky lieutenant, "the Stealth Intruders have arrived-"

"Thank you Lieutenant, I know," replied the Commodore, "The good Commander informed me in my quarters, which is why I am here. I trust we are ready to head underway."

"Yes sir."

"Very well, let us head out."

"Course sir?"

"Krant," replied Lucerne, "Our estimated ETA according to the charts in the Confederate library is three days."

"Two days, sir," countered the helmsmen, "The Coalition has some better, more precise routes. We'll be shaving a few parsecs at least. Courtesy of the Bothans."

"Excellent," noted the Commodore, "Inform me when we arrive. And give the clearance orders for the mission team to immediately launch. And helmsman."

"Yes sir?"

"Make sure we drop out of hyperspace just outside of the system. I'd rather not deal with an Imperial Fleet quite yet."

"Of course sir."