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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Nov 14, 2015 16:17:13 GMT -5
Seyda nodded in response to the offer to take her plates. She even gestured to them with her hand. It bought her time to stand up, tugging at the front of her uniform to straighten it out after sitting. Everything else was fine, more or less. By her own exacting eye she could see with some disapproval a slight wrinkling, and even a single small smudge on her right boot. But that was her. Compared to the other uniforms wafting about, hers was utterly pristine.
"There's of course many things to see, but nothing truly essential besides this. You'll have time to become familiar with the recreational facilities available. I assume you're familiar enough with general Imperial layouts to find your way to the TIE facilities tomorrow."
The officer tucked one arm neatly behind her back, picking up her personal mug with the other, and followed Pike as he carried the trays away. She kept pace well as she talked, and when he was done headed toward the doorway, and out into the hall.
"Tell me Major," She began trying to find more topics for conversation, "Why did you join the Empire? It's a decision many people do make, but the reasons you find tend to run the gamut from excellent to terrible. Obviously by your rank you've not deemed your choice a mistake."
The question was one that she asked most new officers. She wanted to see their answers, because it always informed them. No one could walk away from the decisions they'd made easily. It was a showcase of character, something quite impressive, or unimpressive. However even the unimpressive could make a bright change all the more compelling. It was valuable to be aware of such histories.
Of course maybe the man did have second thoughts. He'd been through quite the ordeal.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Nov 14, 2015 18:40:56 GMT -5
Ironically, Ryland was trying to do the polite thing and dispose of their garbage, and yet he didn't know where the dropoff was. This wasn't anything worth asking about or stressing over, just something he mused with while picking up the captain's plates and cutlery. Thankfully, the spot was in a rather obvious place when he turned and scanned the room. Also, he noted that some structural work must have been done to place in a nonstandard configuration.
The major lead their path only until they exited the lounge, and then prepared to take his place at his CO's side. The answer to he next question would've been "To serve The Empire" if it'd been literally any other superior. With her it seemed likely she'd take his gung ho very negatively, if only by the kiss ass nature of those words.
"Honestly.....I don't know. I was still a late teen when the Battle of Anaxes raged over my home, which inadvertently killed both my parents as collateral damage. Before then I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and still didn't after I buried them. When the New Order was established I'd just reached enlistment age and The Empire made a big push trying to pull in as many young people as they could. You could say I wanted the galaxy."
"I've stayed as long as I have because I felt I was helping to maintain order after the war at first. It helped I proved to be an exceptional pilot out of this new generation. The rank of major I have now is a direct result of my actions on that planet."
"I'd gladly go back to being a lieutenant and not being an ace just to have a chance to do things over."
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Nov 14, 2015 20:15:56 GMT -5
"I'm sorry for your loss," Seyda stated as they walked, listening to the remainder of the answer quietly and contemplatively. For what it was worth, it was a damned good answer. It didn't stink of some kind of indoctrination, it showed he was willing to admit what was quite arguably a weakness. He could admit he didn't have much direction, could admit he was uncertain about his rank, and could admit he wasn't satisfied with how things have turned out.
It did explain precisely why he was here. He did what they wanted, but he didn't feel the way they wanted, and he wasn't good enough at toeing the line.
In a way Seyda pitied the man. His career was on a streaking upward tilt until this had happened. It was such a trifling reason to end it overall. He might have shifted his way into Command, or Intelligence for that matter. He was young enough to truly become someone. Of course she was perfectly glad to have him in her crew instead.
"Good answer Major," She said approvingly. "You're welcome in my crew. Tomorrow at 1700, report back to me about your department. I expect to know what you need to run it properly, and any problems you wish to report. I will not interfere unless it becomes essential to the ship, or you request it."
Seyda stepped into the same lift, calling the appropriate deck, and folded her arms. The caf mug, now empty, dangled from three fingers of her left hand. Her tone was quite sincere, but authoritative. She was usually that way when delivering orders, though she could also make a suggestion sound about the same. The difference was pleasantries like 'please' or 'if you don't mind.' No it was business. And business continued.
"Anything you wish to request in advance?"
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Post by Mr. Slender on Nov 14, 2015 22:02:18 GMT -5
Ryland flashed the captain a bigger smile then he probably should have at her genuine praise. A professional relationship needed a certain places where one would dial themselves back from showing their full emotional hand, but joy was not one of those to him any longer. At least to a certain degree, no need to press his luck.
Still, the major felt like this really was the ship for him. He didn't care if the rest of turned out to horrible people, having a CO like the captain around was more than worth it. Ryland's smile only softened a few degrees while listening to what else she had to say. For all the kindness she'd displayed, it seemed to him not whipping her pilots into the finest in The Empire would've been a spit in the face.
"I will be there at 1700 sharp, captain. I hope there won't be anything pressing to report." The major answered crisply, further lowering his smile into a pleased smirk.
Once the lift arrived Ryland obviously let the captain enter first, then stood beside her just a full step further back. The junior officer gap was still a habit he had to break, or not considering how informal the ship was. When she spoke again he took that first step to even their distance before replying.
"Now that you mention it. I was wondering if your ship had someone to handle uniform alterations or custom works? Also, after my squadrons are assembled I would like to have a meeting with them and the maintenance crew. After I send them all off for some time in the simulators I want each TIE tweaked to better suit their pilot's strengths and weaknesses."
"I have a feeling the boska will have us outnumbered at times, we're gonna need all the edge we can get."
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Nov 14, 2015 23:12:54 GMT -5
They left the lift, walking at an even pace towards the general hangar area. It was well-structured, with the deck above dedicated to support. It had bays for internal deep storage, an entire briefing room overlooking the hangar, and a series of quarters and ready rooms that were a swift run away from the access to the TIEs. Like everywhere else in the Empire, they hung from frames and were accessed from above. In other words, accessed more easily from this vantage than others. Imperial design conventions were Republic conventions dressed in shiny black. They made sense, even if they were excessively cold.
Seyda replied to the query as she glanced at the Aurebesh markings on the bulkhead.
"Uniform alterations would be a question for the Quartermaster, as to maintenance issues that is entirely in your purview. The ground crews shouldn't give you any trouble over it. If you're planning on general uniform changes I'd like to be apprised though."
Nobody had ever proposed uniform changes in her entire career actually. The closest thing to a real change she'd had was when the cut of her uniform changed once the Empire was established. It felt cleaner and colder than the old one she'd grown accustomed to. Still, presumably the man had something worthwhile in mind.
Seyda's eye flitted to the wall and she saw her waypoint.
"Here are your quarters Major," She said, keying them open and gesturing inside.
It was standard officer's quarters. Small living area, refresher, and bedroom. All in typical boring Empire.
"I'll see you tomorrow then Major."
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