Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Nov 19, 2014 2:24:05 GMT -5
Name: Cryseniah Seyda
Species: Human
Faction: Imperial Navy
Rank: Fleet Captain, ISS Irresistible
Age: 41
Height: 1.75m
Weight: 62.3kg
Image:
Appearance: (Faceclaim Claudia Black)
Captain Cryseniah Seyda has a very striking appearance. Her face is angular, her features distinctive, and her skin a pale contrast to very dark black hair possessing a white streak, normally kept in a long fishtail braid. By the far the thing most-noticed though is the black eye-patch over her left eye. The right eye, however, is perfectly fine and grey-green.
Apart from those aspects, Seyda is typically consistent. On-duty she wears her Imperial Officer’s uniform, in the standard field grey with a Captain’s rank bar and code cylinders in the appropriate pockets. In true officer fashion, her hands have tight-fitting leather gloves. Below the tunic are matching breeches and highly-shined officer’s boots. Generally speaking the only time Captain Seyda is fully off-duty is when she is sleeping, on which occasion she wears plain grey pajamas.
Seyda routinely goes unarmed on duty, of the school of thought a Command officer only needs a weapon under dire circumstance.
Personality: Captain Cryseniah Seyda is a strange mixture of things. She has the proper bearing and immaculate uniform of a haughty Imperial Officer, yet she has a relaxed manner of speech and good tolerances for casual behavior that most of those haughty officers would find insufferable. She is dedicated to her ship, crew, and duty in the Fleet, and yet she has precious little regard for the Empire’s humanocentric beliefs and obsessions over New Order.
In this sense she tends to resemble the older school of Republic Judicial Fleet officers that she first learned from more than the Empire’s archetypal new leaders. What can be said best to her favor though is that understands the lines between discipline and combat efficiency. While some officers might indefinitely force a square peg into a round hole, Seyda is very talented at finding ways to skirt disciplinarianism in favor of more tangible efficiency.
To that end, Seyda tends to seek to emphasize a trait from top down. Be yourself. From her ever-present cups of caf to her wry sense of humor and often flippant comments, Captain Seyda hopes to set a freer environment than many in the fleet are accustomed to. For her, efficiency is done by comfort more than equating each of her crew as interchangeable cogs in a machine.
Despite her genuineness, there are aspects Seyda does not routinely share about herself. Her family doesn’t come up often. She dislikes her estranged former husband intensely, and has precious little pride for her son who has taken too much after his father. Her daughters are less of a disappointment, but as nineteen year old socialites(Face-Claims) they aren't exactly known for depth and wisdom. Still, they take after her more, so she sends gifts and letters. Sometimes she even gets them in return. Seyda remains even quieter still about the institutional sexism that has capped her career permanently at Captain.
Ultimately there’s a line for most of her crew, where she needs to be genuine and likeable, but also distinctly separate. It can be difficult to straddle at times.
History: Cryseniah Seyda was born in 44 BBY on Empress Teta to Gehran Seyda, a celebrated classical musician, and Zolia Seyda, a respected museum curator. As dedicated figures in the realm of culture, their income was not stellar, but firmly middle class despite that. It was due to the requests of her parents that Cryseniah was raised with culture and music, taught about art history and styles, and learning to play the double viol all through her youth. Given her various prep courses, her parents simply assumed Cryseniah would attend a reputable university and go to some kind of cultural or social career. Needless to say they were shocked when Cryseniah joined the Republic Judicial Fleet during the Separatist Crisis, entering the Anaxes War College in 26 BBY and emerging in exactly the beginning of the Clone Wars as a Junior Lieutenant.
Her time at the War College was well-spent, learning about the likely war to follow. The new ships under construction at Kuat and Rothana, managing fire control, and directing space traffic all played roles in her training. Midway through the process she wound up pregnant and engaged to a young man from Coruscant named Ishandon Ray, though she didn’t plan to take his name. His family was of a fairly impressive level of wealth, and it was ‘respectable’ enough for Cryseniah’s parents to applaud the choice. Ishandon was charming and ambitious, and Seyda honestly had to admit she was surprised someone in the political fastlane would take the time for her. But he attended her Commissioning and they were married before her pregnancy began to show. The children, twin girls, were named Anya and Severa, who were entrusted to her parents (her husband was far too busy in the senate to tend to infants).
Lieutenant Seyda was swiftly posted to Flight Control on the Venator class Star Destroyer Dauntless, and saw heavy action at Brentaal IV, working to coordinate the hot landing. She was, upon realization they needed forward assets, deployed to the ground and directed reinforcements and air support from a forward position. It was intensely dangerous, and even clones were reluctant. In the aftermath she met her first two Jedi, Plo Koon and Shaak Ti, and received a commendation.
By the time the war was almost to an end, Seyda had been promoted to a Lieutenant Commander and survived the near-destruction of the Dauntless. She was serving as an executive officer aboard an Acclamator-I, the Indefatigable, at the Battle of Cato Neimoidia. In the course of the battle, the Indefatigable was severely damaged, and most of the bridge crew were killed or wounded in the attack. Seyda was lucky, a she emerged with the loss of an eye but her life intact.
Cryseniah was taken to the Republic Medical Center on Coruscant, in the wake of the assault by Grievous. She stayed in recovery there, and her first idea something was wrong was when she could see the flames of the Jedi Temple from her window. Her questions were met by silence.
Seyda had been uncertain on the declaration of the Empire. She doubted the Jedi had ever done anything wrong and was highly suspect of Palpatine’s motivations. However she was a Career Officer who knew to stay quiet, and since she had the first time with her husband in years she didn’t want to bother his sensitivities as a devout Palpatine Loyalist.
Ishandon had been a member of COMPOR, and he transitioned to COMPNOR very easily. He was posted to the Coalition for Improvements and given an office on Coruscant right away, proving at least one of them had connections. Cryseniah was able to resume her career, with a decoration and promotion to Commander. She was posted to the Imperial Ordnance Depot of Coruscant, which was unpleasant work for her but kept her close to her husband, who was different than when she’d last left him. Since she had grown up on Empress Teta with multiculturalism and exposure to numerous art and musical styles from across the galaxy, the surge of Humanocentrism on Coruscant was to her both idiotic and unpleasant.
The central problem was that Ishandon was perfectly willing to believe humans were superior. They argued as a couple, often in fact, and it caused tensions. The birth of a son, named Vellas that same year didn’t help. In 16 BBY, driven by the hostile home environment and the tedium of turbolaser requisitions, Seyda found her chance to return to duty and gained a Command position, as Captain of the Imperial II class frigate Preemptory. It was a small posting, but with the growing cold shoulder to female officers she would take what she could get.
Things at home continued to devolve, and in 14 BBY, whispers even reached Seyda on patrol in the Outer Rim. By all accounts Ishandon was in some kind of semi-quiet affair with a very rich and influential heiress. Suspicions were confirmed when in 13 BBY divorce papers came without real attempt to sugarcoat the reality. Cryseniah was very determined to fight the man in a legal battle, as her sense of honor was deeply angered by the fact she was serving the Empire militarily while her husband was cheating.
She was able to drag it on for over a year, and towards the end of 12 BBY she received a very quiet offer. Equal financial share, fair visitation rights to her children, and promise of a better command if she let the divorce go through quietly. Seyda, now more sickened than mad, signed the papers simply to be rid of him.
Due to financial trickery and manipulated assets the ‘fair financial share’ was pathetic, but almost surprisingly as promised she was given command of an ‘impressive’ new ship in 11 BBY. A Victory II class star destroyer, the Irresistible. She was able to watch its final construction at Rendili, and she was satisfied enough to tolerate the situation.
It wasn’t an Imperial class, which she had to admit bothered her somewhat. But the Victory II was solid enough for her to be proud. It was launched in 10 BBY and only in the months before did the problem become clear.
The crew had already been selected. None of her officers had the best service records and scores on evaluations. It also seemed a disproportionate number were fresh from the Academy. Upon the shakedown cruise the ceremonial items were completed, but she noticed a generally lax environment. Less care to uniforms, unshined boots, sloppy drill. She made mental notes to address the subject and then immediately immersed herself in the ship’s layout from stem to stern.
For weeks she poured through reports on her officers, finding their strengths and their weaknesses. It had been instantly clear that the ship was not going to be capable of being run in a fully conventional way. After a month of interviews and reports from patrol duties, Captain Seyda assembled the senior staff and laid out a set of General Orders catered to the ship.
Upon formal circumstances discipline would be strictly expected. Combat performance and general readiness were likewise expected. However, general section procedures and formalities were the prerogative of the officers in charge, most of whom preferred more relaxed approaches. As for Seyda’s weakness, it was allowing caf on the bridge, which she considered a wise decision.
For two years the Irresistible was tasked with interdiction near Balmorra, running down illegal salvage, smugglers, pirates, and their ilk looking to prey on opportunity. It was an ‘easy assignment’ designed to help a new ship and crew work out their issues. After the honeymoon was over though, assignments became more real.
There was a roving group of separatist holdouts somewhere between Taskeed and Iego, and Seyda was given a bulk carrier of TIE support, and told to find and neutralize the threat. Luckily her TIE officers were apt at what they did, and she was able to utilize their recon elements in a wide dragnet combined with probes to spot the likely points of ‘emergence.’ Droid forces needed resources to keep in operation, and that meant the Hutt border was an easy test. If the dragnet of probes detected likely vessels crossing the Hutt border they could be followed on ‘return’ trips, and if not the dragnet would be expanded across the possible sectors.
It only took them a week to find the right likely freighter, and the approximate hyperspace route it took gave direction. Recon elements moved in and found a battered Munificent and assorted support ships, which were promptly hit by a swift attack from the star destroyer. The Munificent that had seen better days was crippled inside two salvoes, and the Vulture droids were picked off by TIEs. Then Seyda opened a channel.
It was pointless to continue a war that had clearly ended. Amnesty would be granted to the crews if they stood down and surrendered their military equipment. If they refused, they would be destroyed. They made the smart decision, and yielded.
There was some surprise when she released the rank and file, devoid of their ships, but the decision was deemed justifiable in Naval circles.
After that period came Outer Rim patrol in the Galactic Southwest, near the Hutt border. That endured until a communique in 5 BBY. Report to Belsavis for an assignment involving the Miki Boska. What precisely the Miki Boska were, she couldn’t have said. All she knew was that she met an ISB Officer there who had arranged for her to be the head of a Task Force for his pet project involving Twi’leks.
It was going to be interesting.
Miscellaneous Crap:
Species: Human
Faction: Imperial Navy
Rank: Fleet Captain, ISS Irresistible
Age: 41
Height: 1.75m
Weight: 62.3kg
Image:
Appearance: (Faceclaim Claudia Black)
Captain Cryseniah Seyda has a very striking appearance. Her face is angular, her features distinctive, and her skin a pale contrast to very dark black hair possessing a white streak, normally kept in a long fishtail braid. By the far the thing most-noticed though is the black eye-patch over her left eye. The right eye, however, is perfectly fine and grey-green.
Apart from those aspects, Seyda is typically consistent. On-duty she wears her Imperial Officer’s uniform, in the standard field grey with a Captain’s rank bar and code cylinders in the appropriate pockets. In true officer fashion, her hands have tight-fitting leather gloves. Below the tunic are matching breeches and highly-shined officer’s boots. Generally speaking the only time Captain Seyda is fully off-duty is when she is sleeping, on which occasion she wears plain grey pajamas.
Seyda routinely goes unarmed on duty, of the school of thought a Command officer only needs a weapon under dire circumstance.
Personality: Captain Cryseniah Seyda is a strange mixture of things. She has the proper bearing and immaculate uniform of a haughty Imperial Officer, yet she has a relaxed manner of speech and good tolerances for casual behavior that most of those haughty officers would find insufferable. She is dedicated to her ship, crew, and duty in the Fleet, and yet she has precious little regard for the Empire’s humanocentric beliefs and obsessions over New Order.
In this sense she tends to resemble the older school of Republic Judicial Fleet officers that she first learned from more than the Empire’s archetypal new leaders. What can be said best to her favor though is that understands the lines between discipline and combat efficiency. While some officers might indefinitely force a square peg into a round hole, Seyda is very talented at finding ways to skirt disciplinarianism in favor of more tangible efficiency.
To that end, Seyda tends to seek to emphasize a trait from top down. Be yourself. From her ever-present cups of caf to her wry sense of humor and often flippant comments, Captain Seyda hopes to set a freer environment than many in the fleet are accustomed to. For her, efficiency is done by comfort more than equating each of her crew as interchangeable cogs in a machine.
Despite her genuineness, there are aspects Seyda does not routinely share about herself. Her family doesn’t come up often. She dislikes her estranged former husband intensely, and has precious little pride for her son who has taken too much after his father. Her daughters are less of a disappointment, but as nineteen year old socialites(Face-Claims) they aren't exactly known for depth and wisdom. Still, they take after her more, so she sends gifts and letters. Sometimes she even gets them in return. Seyda remains even quieter still about the institutional sexism that has capped her career permanently at Captain.
Ultimately there’s a line for most of her crew, where she needs to be genuine and likeable, but also distinctly separate. It can be difficult to straddle at times.
History: Cryseniah Seyda was born in 44 BBY on Empress Teta to Gehran Seyda, a celebrated classical musician, and Zolia Seyda, a respected museum curator. As dedicated figures in the realm of culture, their income was not stellar, but firmly middle class despite that. It was due to the requests of her parents that Cryseniah was raised with culture and music, taught about art history and styles, and learning to play the double viol all through her youth. Given her various prep courses, her parents simply assumed Cryseniah would attend a reputable university and go to some kind of cultural or social career. Needless to say they were shocked when Cryseniah joined the Republic Judicial Fleet during the Separatist Crisis, entering the Anaxes War College in 26 BBY and emerging in exactly the beginning of the Clone Wars as a Junior Lieutenant.
Her time at the War College was well-spent, learning about the likely war to follow. The new ships under construction at Kuat and Rothana, managing fire control, and directing space traffic all played roles in her training. Midway through the process she wound up pregnant and engaged to a young man from Coruscant named Ishandon Ray, though she didn’t plan to take his name. His family was of a fairly impressive level of wealth, and it was ‘respectable’ enough for Cryseniah’s parents to applaud the choice. Ishandon was charming and ambitious, and Seyda honestly had to admit she was surprised someone in the political fastlane would take the time for her. But he attended her Commissioning and they were married before her pregnancy began to show. The children, twin girls, were named Anya and Severa, who were entrusted to her parents (her husband was far too busy in the senate to tend to infants).
Lieutenant Seyda was swiftly posted to Flight Control on the Venator class Star Destroyer Dauntless, and saw heavy action at Brentaal IV, working to coordinate the hot landing. She was, upon realization they needed forward assets, deployed to the ground and directed reinforcements and air support from a forward position. It was intensely dangerous, and even clones were reluctant. In the aftermath she met her first two Jedi, Plo Koon and Shaak Ti, and received a commendation.
By the time the war was almost to an end, Seyda had been promoted to a Lieutenant Commander and survived the near-destruction of the Dauntless. She was serving as an executive officer aboard an Acclamator-I, the Indefatigable, at the Battle of Cato Neimoidia. In the course of the battle, the Indefatigable was severely damaged, and most of the bridge crew were killed or wounded in the attack. Seyda was lucky, a she emerged with the loss of an eye but her life intact.
Cryseniah was taken to the Republic Medical Center on Coruscant, in the wake of the assault by Grievous. She stayed in recovery there, and her first idea something was wrong was when she could see the flames of the Jedi Temple from her window. Her questions were met by silence.
Seyda had been uncertain on the declaration of the Empire. She doubted the Jedi had ever done anything wrong and was highly suspect of Palpatine’s motivations. However she was a Career Officer who knew to stay quiet, and since she had the first time with her husband in years she didn’t want to bother his sensitivities as a devout Palpatine Loyalist.
Ishandon had been a member of COMPOR, and he transitioned to COMPNOR very easily. He was posted to the Coalition for Improvements and given an office on Coruscant right away, proving at least one of them had connections. Cryseniah was able to resume her career, with a decoration and promotion to Commander. She was posted to the Imperial Ordnance Depot of Coruscant, which was unpleasant work for her but kept her close to her husband, who was different than when she’d last left him. Since she had grown up on Empress Teta with multiculturalism and exposure to numerous art and musical styles from across the galaxy, the surge of Humanocentrism on Coruscant was to her both idiotic and unpleasant.
The central problem was that Ishandon was perfectly willing to believe humans were superior. They argued as a couple, often in fact, and it caused tensions. The birth of a son, named Vellas that same year didn’t help. In 16 BBY, driven by the hostile home environment and the tedium of turbolaser requisitions, Seyda found her chance to return to duty and gained a Command position, as Captain of the Imperial II class frigate Preemptory. It was a small posting, but with the growing cold shoulder to female officers she would take what she could get.
Things at home continued to devolve, and in 14 BBY, whispers even reached Seyda on patrol in the Outer Rim. By all accounts Ishandon was in some kind of semi-quiet affair with a very rich and influential heiress. Suspicions were confirmed when in 13 BBY divorce papers came without real attempt to sugarcoat the reality. Cryseniah was very determined to fight the man in a legal battle, as her sense of honor was deeply angered by the fact she was serving the Empire militarily while her husband was cheating.
She was able to drag it on for over a year, and towards the end of 12 BBY she received a very quiet offer. Equal financial share, fair visitation rights to her children, and promise of a better command if she let the divorce go through quietly. Seyda, now more sickened than mad, signed the papers simply to be rid of him.
Due to financial trickery and manipulated assets the ‘fair financial share’ was pathetic, but almost surprisingly as promised she was given command of an ‘impressive’ new ship in 11 BBY. A Victory II class star destroyer, the Irresistible. She was able to watch its final construction at Rendili, and she was satisfied enough to tolerate the situation.
It wasn’t an Imperial class, which she had to admit bothered her somewhat. But the Victory II was solid enough for her to be proud. It was launched in 10 BBY and only in the months before did the problem become clear.
The crew had already been selected. None of her officers had the best service records and scores on evaluations. It also seemed a disproportionate number were fresh from the Academy. Upon the shakedown cruise the ceremonial items were completed, but she noticed a generally lax environment. Less care to uniforms, unshined boots, sloppy drill. She made mental notes to address the subject and then immediately immersed herself in the ship’s layout from stem to stern.
For weeks she poured through reports on her officers, finding their strengths and their weaknesses. It had been instantly clear that the ship was not going to be capable of being run in a fully conventional way. After a month of interviews and reports from patrol duties, Captain Seyda assembled the senior staff and laid out a set of General Orders catered to the ship.
Upon formal circumstances discipline would be strictly expected. Combat performance and general readiness were likewise expected. However, general section procedures and formalities were the prerogative of the officers in charge, most of whom preferred more relaxed approaches. As for Seyda’s weakness, it was allowing caf on the bridge, which she considered a wise decision.
For two years the Irresistible was tasked with interdiction near Balmorra, running down illegal salvage, smugglers, pirates, and their ilk looking to prey on opportunity. It was an ‘easy assignment’ designed to help a new ship and crew work out their issues. After the honeymoon was over though, assignments became more real.
There was a roving group of separatist holdouts somewhere between Taskeed and Iego, and Seyda was given a bulk carrier of TIE support, and told to find and neutralize the threat. Luckily her TIE officers were apt at what they did, and she was able to utilize their recon elements in a wide dragnet combined with probes to spot the likely points of ‘emergence.’ Droid forces needed resources to keep in operation, and that meant the Hutt border was an easy test. If the dragnet of probes detected likely vessels crossing the Hutt border they could be followed on ‘return’ trips, and if not the dragnet would be expanded across the possible sectors.
It only took them a week to find the right likely freighter, and the approximate hyperspace route it took gave direction. Recon elements moved in and found a battered Munificent and assorted support ships, which were promptly hit by a swift attack from the star destroyer. The Munificent that had seen better days was crippled inside two salvoes, and the Vulture droids were picked off by TIEs. Then Seyda opened a channel.
It was pointless to continue a war that had clearly ended. Amnesty would be granted to the crews if they stood down and surrendered their military equipment. If they refused, they would be destroyed. They made the smart decision, and yielded.
There was some surprise when she released the rank and file, devoid of their ships, but the decision was deemed justifiable in Naval circles.
After that period came Outer Rim patrol in the Galactic Southwest, near the Hutt border. That endured until a communique in 5 BBY. Report to Belsavis for an assignment involving the Miki Boska. What precisely the Miki Boska were, she couldn’t have said. All she knew was that she met an ISB Officer there who had arranged for her to be the head of a Task Force for his pet project involving Twi’leks.
It was going to be interesting.
Miscellaneous Crap:
