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Retribution Fleet Tour NL - 7.03 Narrative Briefing (08/01/02)
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The R2F Tour 7.03 "Open Season" Narrative Briefing was written by Major General Bethan Leitbur.
-- Narrative
It had been a truly close call, that was for sure. Standing on the command deck of the Prometheus, one hand folded behindhis back, the other tapping the ashes of his cigar into the retractable tray on his command chair, General Adam "Vender" Fene stared out into the vastness of space through the transparasteel wall at the far end of the bridge with unfocused eyes. His mind really wasn't focused all that much on anything present or tangable, just on his own luck, on the entire ship's luck, from the last few days. The sudden arrival of those capital ships had been completely unexpected, and their timing couldn't have been ANY better. Just as Sentinel left, with no way for the Prometheus to call for help, it would have been a perfect trap.
That was what worried Vender the most though. It had been too perfect. Was it possible that they had known, that it had only been the exemplary efforts of his Bomber squadrons that had forced the Imperials to withdraw? The thought of a spy amongst them certainly sent chills down his spine. But it had to be considered, and then planned against in future.
Oh sithspawn, now he was beginning to think like Bethan. That cautious, meticulous planner who seemed to Vender to be on the verge of paranoia at times. Vender doubted very much that Bethan had ever heard, much less understood the principle of, "Fortune favors the bold." Still, it was lucky that they hadn't realized just how damaged the Prometheus was, or else they might have stuck around.
Speaking of Bethan though, he began to wonder how he and Deltan were fairing off at Zephran. The final analysis of the data that Major Coburn had supplied on his reconaissance had finally made its way to him, and Vender did not envy either of the generals right now. Bethan had relayed his plan under one of the top encryptions the fleet deployed, and was on a time delay so that Vender wouldn't be able to open it for another... twelve minutes. Damn the man and his security.
Coming back to reality now, Vender turned to his comm officer and said, "To'Yan, any word yet from the Storm Taskforce?"
"None sir. They only arrived at Zephran about ten minutes ago though given their departure time from Eridan."
"Understood. How about from the reconaissance flight?"
"If they're on schedule, and everything's as safe as you suspect, then they should be replying any... Sir, we have confirmation from the recon flight."
"Status?"
"One word sir, Epoch."
"Thank you To'Yan." The code word had been sent. He had chosen it as the code for all clear due to its meaning really, as an important event in time. and since hopefully Harnah and the cargo units that Intel had said would be there could really be a near-death blow for the Imperial forces should the supplies be lost to them, that it had seemed appropriate.
"Helm, lets get moving."
"Yes General."
With that, the Prometheus shot into hyperspace.
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The jump to Harnah hadn't taken very long, as after returning to Aecreas for a quick patch up they had moved to L'Ronac, Harnah's neighboring system, so the it had taken a mere three minutes to arrive. The cargo seemed to be all in order, and while the resupply station might put up a fight, he doubted it wanted to put up much of a fuss against an Imperial Star Destroyer. Given the range at the moment, it wasn't likely that their sensors would tell them just how badly the Prometheus really was, and if and all possible, Vender wanted to keep it that way.
"All right, prepare to move into position and tractor-" turning to his ops officer he said, "The tractor beams are working right?"
"Yes General, all but two of them are back online."
"Good, then as I was saying, prepare to tractor the cargo pods into the hanger bay, whichever one is currently working, and then-"
"SIR!" his tactical officer screamed, interrupting his last order. "Sensors have just picked up hostiles exiting hyperspace. I make it two Victory-Class Star Destroyers, they appear to be the ones from Tricea."
Vender jumped out of his chair and stared out at the scene in disbelief. "What IS this!?! Are these Imps omniscient or something!?!"
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Aboard the first Victory Class Star Destroyer to arrive, its Captain, Oventine Thorpe, stood up out of his command chair as his own tactical officer informed him of the situation and cursed, "Sithspawn! Are these Rebel scum omnscient or something!?!"
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Mission: R2F 7.03 is Downloadable at:
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For locations that are talked about in this narrative, visit:
http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/r2f/itod/
For any ships talked about in this narrative, visit:
http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/r2f/shipyard/
The R2F Tour 7.03 "Open Season" Narrative Briefing was written by Major General Bethan Leitbur.
-- Narrative
It had been a truly close call, that was for sure. Standing on the command deck of the Prometheus, one hand folded behindhis back, the other tapping the ashes of his cigar into the retractable tray on his command chair, General Adam "Vender" Fene stared out into the vastness of space through the transparasteel wall at the far end of the bridge with unfocused eyes. His mind really wasn't focused all that much on anything present or tangable, just on his own luck, on the entire ship's luck, from the last few days. The sudden arrival of those capital ships had been completely unexpected, and their timing couldn't have been ANY better. Just as Sentinel left, with no way for the Prometheus to call for help, it would have been a perfect trap.
That was what worried Vender the most though. It had been too perfect. Was it possible that they had known, that it had only been the exemplary efforts of his Bomber squadrons that had forced the Imperials to withdraw? The thought of a spy amongst them certainly sent chills down his spine. But it had to be considered, and then planned against in future.
Oh sithspawn, now he was beginning to think like Bethan. That cautious, meticulous planner who seemed to Vender to be on the verge of paranoia at times. Vender doubted very much that Bethan had ever heard, much less understood the principle of, "Fortune favors the bold." Still, it was lucky that they hadn't realized just how damaged the Prometheus was, or else they might have stuck around.
Speaking of Bethan though, he began to wonder how he and Deltan were fairing off at Zephran. The final analysis of the data that Major Coburn had supplied on his reconaissance had finally made its way to him, and Vender did not envy either of the generals right now. Bethan had relayed his plan under one of the top encryptions the fleet deployed, and was on a time delay so that Vender wouldn't be able to open it for another... twelve minutes. Damn the man and his security.
Coming back to reality now, Vender turned to his comm officer and said, "To'Yan, any word yet from the Storm Taskforce?"
"None sir. They only arrived at Zephran about ten minutes ago though given their departure time from Eridan."
"Understood. How about from the reconaissance flight?"
"If they're on schedule, and everything's as safe as you suspect, then they should be replying any... Sir, we have confirmation from the recon flight."
"Status?"
"One word sir, Epoch."
"Thank you To'Yan." The code word had been sent. He had chosen it as the code for all clear due to its meaning really, as an important event in time. and since hopefully Harnah and the cargo units that Intel had said would be there could really be a near-death blow for the Imperial forces should the supplies be lost to them, that it had seemed appropriate.
"Helm, lets get moving."
"Yes General."
With that, the Prometheus shot into hyperspace.
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The jump to Harnah hadn't taken very long, as after returning to Aecreas for a quick patch up they had moved to L'Ronac, Harnah's neighboring system, so the it had taken a mere three minutes to arrive. The cargo seemed to be all in order, and while the resupply station might put up a fight, he doubted it wanted to put up much of a fuss against an Imperial Star Destroyer. Given the range at the moment, it wasn't likely that their sensors would tell them just how badly the Prometheus really was, and if and all possible, Vender wanted to keep it that way.
"All right, prepare to move into position and tractor-" turning to his ops officer he said, "The tractor beams are working right?"
"Yes General, all but two of them are back online."
"Good, then as I was saying, prepare to tractor the cargo pods into the hanger bay, whichever one is currently working, and then-"
"SIR!" his tactical officer screamed, interrupting his last order. "Sensors have just picked up hostiles exiting hyperspace. I make it two Victory-Class Star Destroyers, they appear to be the ones from Tricea."
Vender jumped out of his chair and stared out at the scene in disbelief. "What IS this!?! Are these Imps omniscient or something!?!"
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Aboard the first Victory Class Star Destroyer to arrive, its Captain, Oventine Thorpe, stood up out of his command chair as his own tactical officer informed him of the situation and cursed, "Sithspawn! Are these Rebel scum omnscient or something!?!"