#Classified Transmission ( DO NOT REBLOG )

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If the Bad Batch end up joining with the Rebellion I'm going to be pissed off. I'm tired of Lucasfilm lacking the capacity to show any kind of moral nuance when addressing Imperial centric characters and stories.

We fans keep asking for Imperial Characters and Imperial stories because we want shades of grey and intrigue and substance added to the galaxy wide moral conflict not fucking tiredass and boring redemption arcs.

Inferno Squad, Agent Kallus, etc. all end up defecting even after we were promised Imperial stories.

Imperial characters are allowed to be more than 2-D moustache twirlers without having to be badly misinformed about the Empire or Rebels at Heart.

You can still leave the Empire without having to join the Rebellion. Because wtf? People leave the Empire because they see it's corrupt and terrible and their decision is immediately 'i know I'll join a terrorist movement?'

Fuck off.

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Star Trek Constitution (fanfiction)

Greetings! I present myself as Mithrannusen or by my real name, Flávio. It is in here my first attempt in creating a fanfiction set in one of my favorite fictional universe. I hope you all enjoy and please write back your opinions and please, reblog it if you liked!

Prelude

“Chief petty officer Tina Krasnovsky’s personal log, stardate 53294.2. Proceeding upon my duty while acting representative to the Koshnaya starfleet embassy I am puzzled to realize that the mathematical and scientific complexities of my work seems undermined compared to the current state of affairs between the Federation and the disturbed exterior planets that has yet to come to good terms after the recent Dominion War.”

“I am to believe that the situation will soon come into it’s own terms, beyond that, bureaucracy and resentment are growing elements when dealing with the Koshnaya member species. Faith in the good deeds presented by the United Federation of Planets seems only utopic now; certain cultures no long fall onto our grasp and common understanding seems to be forgotten.” Looking through her living quarters window, Tina estimated that remained 37 minutes until her next appointment; she decided that was time for her to finalize the log and proceed to the designated place.

While walking through U.S.S. Angela Martine sixth deck main corridor, near the transporter room 3E, a voice transmission was at play through her badge:  “Chief, please report immediately to my ready room, I already assigned another officer to take over your duties.” Ordered ship’s captain Aquiel. Although Tina knew and was very heartly into rigorous schedules for her and her crewmates, external events, happenings beyond her own control, were always triggering Tina’s need to improvise and rapidly adapt into any situation. Sometimes she felt as if she was undergoing training under a strictly military division. “My science ambitions and ideals are frequently at the background”, she thought.  

Krasnovsky’s feelings were not totally inadequate. As for her current assignment, certain events has had it’s fair share of misadventures and chaotic attempts of destabilization and emotional turmoil, not only for herself but the well being and safety of the crew also. As for the Angela current location, a Continuum-class starship near the Breen Confederacy, at the minor system of Mareuvia III,  problems were guaranteed.

“Captain, chief Krasnovsky reporting in.” Informed communications officer Lt. commander Nosh Brurker through a computer voice transmission.

“Send her in, please!” Responded Aquiel as she put down her datapad on a medium-sided delta shape table full of engineering schematics and old fashioned journals alongside a discreet and elegant golden portrait of her vulcan family insignia.

Aquiel’s full name are somewhat complicated to properly express in any human language, specially English.  Her surname are usually written as Kawarda, or kahwa’ra-de as in golic vulcan, a loosely translation sets it as “similar mind”; a description given to a twin. Her elder sister stands with Mestral, mes-tor ye-halek; one who crosses the galaxy.

Kawarda were part of a cultural exchange program between the Vulcan southwest government and the Federation. She lived with humans during her residence at the Starfleet Academy, through a prolonged and difficult assimilation of human culture and the development of some few genuine friendships, she unofficially received the name of Aquiel - something that she was neutral but respectful of.

“Captain, reporting as ordered!” Declared the chief as the sliding doors behind her were silently closing and finishing with the brief clearer light that contrasted the blue and red from their respective uniforms before return the room to it’s usual gloomy setting.        

“Please sit down chief Krasnovsky.” Said Aquiel as she directed Tinta into a chair at the other side of the delta table. “I requested your presence here to discuss a matter long overdue by Starfleet command and at your own request sidelined.”

“Captain, with all due respect, I do not believe that there is any matter unattended. All of my reports has been minutiously inspected by my superior officers and  Koshnaya starfleet embassy representatives at Starbase Sierra.” Her voice showcased one tonality usually associated to someone who is trying to remain calm while simultaneously disturbed; though such remark could only be made by someone attentive and professional at identifying subtle behavioural variations. Kawarda not only surpass such qualifications but her occasional telepathic usage serves as a reminder to everyone that she was fully in the midst of her emotional and thoughtful fortress.

“You are correct, I can offer the interpretation that officially there is no matter to attend to between us besides our usual obligations aboard this vessel.” Calmly remarked the captain without losing track of any minor movement from her subordinated. “But I am proficient at assign causes to the most diverse facts and choices, as are you. I should not ignore what you are and aren’t telling me, they are both complementary to the truth. Do you prefer to continue in this route of conversation or to change your premises ?”

“Actually I prefer to know your reasons for questioning me in such manner as such required answers may depend on your current interpretation of events. Anything beyond that may came out as harmful to my reputation and the discernment of my public career.” The chief in this moment was already defeated in trying to prevent any further enquiries. According to her reasoning, the best approach would be to understand the captain’s motivations and if when push comes to shove, then explain everything thoroughly.

“Reasonable.” Agreed Aquiel, while showing a little and discreet hint of admiration towards Krasnovsky’s posture in front of her; smartness and defiance. Two characteristics often contradictory to the Vulcans but  common law to the Romulans.

“According to some classified Starfleet reports, several sectors are now without a direct federative representative or of any sort of Federation influence. The high Council has issued priority orders to several captains and admirals at strategic regions of the quadrant to deal with the crisis. Simultaneously, has come onto our attention the need to enforce our regulations alongside the borders near the Ferengi Alliance and the unstable Cardassian Union.”

The comment above did not contain any new information with regards to the current state of affairs, however during her speech, captain Aquiel has dedicated several tappings into her datapad, producing a sequence of sounds so low in it’s frequency but yet passive of interpretation. A recursive and yet undedicated analysis of these sounds would justify some of it’s similarities with the 1836 based off electrical telegraph system, Morse code.

“I am also in accord to some hypothesis that several unclassified biological weapons has been smuggled through dissidents Breen generals into the control of 14 factions on our current system location. More specifically, at the locations of Boslic IX and Galvin V, relatively near to the Federation administrative region surrounding the Starbase Sierra.” Captain Aquiel suddenly sighed and leaned back in her chair, crossing fingers in a manner that easily indicates complex thought process. Her chin slowly touched her crossed hands while one lifted finger pointed at a perpendicular direction.

Krasnovsky strangely move her head into the left direction appointed. At the vertical panel set at the wall, one brief phrase was written: Do briefly a discussion on your latest work concerning the installation of the new astrometrics system and later go to your room and follow the instructions here given.    

No doubts were present that the entire situation was a façade to something else. Capt. Kawarda acted as if the presentation made by the chief about her latest research were of some relevance; but if not to distract from the concurrent spionage being maintained by some agents aboard Angela Martine, at least to safeguard her own plans.

As Tina was standing ready to get up and leave the room, one beep suddenly was heard by both parts of this conversation. Aquiel played a severe and enthralling look into Krasnovsky’s eyes, demonstrating that not only she knew but also adhere to her course of action.  

“Do you require extra engineer personnel to complete the installation until 16 hundred hours?”

“No captain, I do not!” The hesitation on her speech was noticeable. Aquiel quietly approach her and slightly touch the cold and yet pleasing hand of Tina. All of this without for a single instant losing sight of her gaze.

No words were needed. The chief felt as if an unexpected regain of composure was always under her reach under the most violent and desperate situations. The small contact between the two continued for as long as the low sound coming from the captain’s datapad remained; Tina lost track of time, and Kawarda lowered it’s counting priority to that of the moment only.

The sound frequency highered up.

“You are dismissed, chief Krasnovsky!” Said the captain with a steady but yet  charming voice. Crossing the doors, Tina believed to have heard a small vulcan honorary poem verse; Taluhk nash-veh k'dular,  but could not be sure.

Finally in her room, Tina Krasnovsky rapidly accessed her contact through a alternate and undocumented connection to the ship’s secondary computer communications relay. The message sent was brief: section 31.

Civil Conundrum

“Captain’s log stardate 53294.8. According to latest reports from all sections, all main systems are back to a fully operational status after the attempted sabotage of our warp core at precisely 3 days, 17 hours and 43 minutes ago. The culprit has yet to be identified but due to the coordinates of our present location and the nature of our mission, events such as this, thought traumatic in its requirements, are to be naturally expected.”

“The main course of investigation currently at our disposal is a full reverse engineering of our main computer system alongside the fourth secondary set of registry subroutines of the main engineering bay. External sources to the invasion are being taken into consideration. Currently assigned are Lt. commander Nosh Brurker, Lt. Sergey Rozhenko, Lt. Storya Suryan and I have decided to complement the team with the direct association of chief petty officer Tina Krasnovsky as their temporary coordinator; a decision bound to increase controversy among the crew.”

Suddenly Aquiel stopped the recording log entry. Thinking about the career so far constructed by her seemslily unpredictable officer, Tina’s parents indiscreetly came into her mind. They were both highly regarded special commissioned officers to the federative Andorian embassy at Beta Antares IV starstation in the Vulcan System; work and love partners that contrasted their human frailties by situating themselves at the highest possible performance in their duties independently of any health consequences, something that certainly are headly registred in Krasnovsky’s highly obsessive personality type - as for the crew manifesto, Kawarda made use of all Tina’s honorary and assignment titles earned to justify her intellectual prowess against the competition settling around the Angela Martine launch that seeked to guarantee a more conservative affiliation .

Krasnovsky’s position are somewhat unclear, at least to the majority of the crew. Prior to her assignment aboard Angela, she acted exclusively under ambiguous and direct orders from the admirals in Starbase Sierra. A Federation outpost which holds significantly power in the circumscribed region, not only due to it’s nine experimental Consecrated class starships but also the Koshnaya starfleet embassy; maintaining a somewhat self-autonomous administrative region; a ideal space that to many would serve as a framework for unsanctioned political, scientific and military experimentations simply justified by the need to protect the United Federation of Planets against external forces that sees in the actual fragmented main governments inumerous opportunities to gain higher power in the quadrant; however the fact that direct confrontation are not yet common, they are increasing and constantly ravaging the agenda of politicians and generals.  

Since the ending of the Dominion War, Starfleet and the associated Federation institutions as come into a political and military recession. Although not all documents and reports has been made public, is estimated that at least one third of the fleet has been destroyed, the Klingon Empire has also seen better times compared to it’s 22nd and 23th century entire frontier scope.

In the stardates between 52877 and 52941, Starfleet High Command and the new leader of the Klingon High Council, under Emperor Martok’s rule, signed bilateral accords to the creation of a special task force in response to the Romulan Star Empire incursions into the Omega and Archanis federative systems, near the Klingon border of Maranga IV and Narendra III, alongside these treaties special defensive mechanisms has been installed at the northern regions of the Gorn Hegemony and the Tholian Assembly.      

These activities eventually broke into a diplomatic and institutional crisis between the Federation and the Romulan senate.  Leading to the sudden imprisonment of several federation scientists and diplomats that were granted temporary access to work under their space stations of Nimbus III and Ghorusda, directly under the jurisdiction of the Romulan Ministry of Science, at the Neutral Zone; consequently reverting also all the amendments applied into the Treaty of Algeron.

Consequently to the dissolution of all alterations made into the treaty, the Federation lost it’s legal ability to develop and use starfleet vessels with the capabilities of a clock device. The Federation High Council voted to the final dissolvement of the document and to the end of all cooperation efforts dedicated at the Defiant Project during the Dominion conflicts - the pieces were set but with the rules of the game yet unclear; and so a new war was flourishing throughout the galaxy.

written by @mithrannussen

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Burdens of Command, Ch. 10

Chapter 10 of my Big Bang. As always you can check it out on AO3 or read the rest of it on my masterpost! Reblogs and feedback are appreciated and encouraged!

Moira stayed up a while after reading Evfra's message, the pillow flattening quickly under her head as she stared up at the metal ceiling. If she focused hard enough, she could hear him speak his message aloud, could see the interior of his office and the light shining in from Aya’s lush climate. Eventually, exhaustion won out, and Moira slept naturally for the first time in a long while.

“Pathfinder?” Liam's voice was muffled as he lingered outside her quarters, and Moira wiped the sleep from her eyes before sitting up, blankets falling forward and pooling in her lap.

“I'll be out in a minute, Liam,” Moira answered him sleepily, the redhead only just able to stifle a yawn before pushing the blankets away altogether and sliding her legs over the mattress' edge. There was little point in trying to look presentable – not when she'd have to pass Liam to get to the bathroom for a mirror and some running water.

He laughed when her door opened, though hid it behind his hand when she looked over at him, her hand lifting to cover her mouth as she failed to stifle another yawn. “I didn't mean to wake you, Ryder. Sorry.”

“You're fine,” Moira waved him off. “So what's going on?”

“Ah, right. Well, about that. See, I may have done something – I know it's stupid now – but we have to deal with it. I didn't want to drag you in with me, Ryder, but I... I tried to get around all the red tape on Aya and the Nexus; we're allies now, right? Why's everything still so covered in bureaucracy? I made a contact on Aya, an angara named Verand, and well...gave her some of our classified codes. To, uh, get the ball rolling.” He sounded rightly ashamed, and it took Moira several seconds to digest enough of his ramble to make sense of it.

“So let me get this straight – in the interest of furthering our alliance with the angara, you shared classified Nexus codes with them? I don't even care how it helps right now. Tann would flip out, Liam, you know that-”

“I do! But I couldn't just sit on my hands anymore!” Said hands were in the air in frustration, and Moira sympathized.

“Don't forget you're helping everyone by being on the Pathfinder team. You're making worlds viable, you're waking more colonists from cryo, helping the alliance work to both sides' benefit-”

“I know, Ryder, and you're right. But it just wasn't enough anymore. The thing is...now Verand's missing. If she's been abducted by exiles or even the Roekaar-”

“Then some of our most sensitive information could be compromised.” Moira's hand was cradling her forehead, her jaw clenched a bit more tightly. She hadn't anticipated such a headache when she first woke up, but it was in full-bloom at her right temple now.

“I screwed up, Ryder. I know that. But we have to try and make it right before it goes to shit – before even more goes to shit.” At the very least, Moira was glad to see he wanted to set things right, but when all was said and done, they'd have to have a little chat.

“All right. We need to find her, make sure our codes weren't leaked, but where would we even start to look? Do you know?” Moira's grogginess was completely gone now, and her eyes were sharp as she looked at Liam, a hand settled on her hip.

“I do! I managed to get the nav from her ship's last transmission before it...disappeared. I'll forward it to Kallo. And Ryder, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen.” Liam looked positively tortured, and despite how much Moira wanted to assure him it would all be forgotten, her features remained hard.

“I know you didn't mean for it to happen, Liam, but it did, and now we have to clean it up before it puts everyone in the Initiative at risk. Just...be ready.” Moira sighed, making her crave a shower even more as Liam nodded miserably and walked away. She'd fully intended to check out Avitus' nav point for the turian ark first thing, but now with Liam's mess, they'd have to divert to Verand's nav before that. It was going to be another hell of a day, but Moira took comfort in the warm water of her shower, at least until she was forced to leave its reassuring spray.

Luckily for Liam and the whole of the Initiative, Verand hadn't been captured by those who knew she possessed classified data. Surprisingly enough, she'd been picked up by pirates of all things, and they were utterly ignorant to who they kept in their hold. Moira had told Liam flat-out that he'd been lucky, but his subversion of protocol and rules wasn't tolerable; it had worked out this time, but if the Roekaar or the kett had gotten hold of Verand... The mere suggestion had sent Liam recoiling. Fortunately, Moira wasn't a hard, disciplinary type; she'd forced a promise from him that he'd never do anything like that again, and had warned him he'd be on extra clean-up duty on the ship for the next month as 'punishment'. He'd groaned at that, but they'd ultimately shared a laugh and even a friendly hug.

Next on the agenda had been meeting Avitus at the turian ark coordinates he'd provided, though the ship was in bad shape when they arrived. Kallo had winced and Suvi had mumbled a quiet expletive under her breath as the Tempest approached. Liam and Peebee had gone with her, offering strangely-quiet comments and comfort to Avitus once they'd finally reached SAM Node.

Despite how Avitus protested, Macen was dead; no one disliked saying it as much as Moira did, but pretending it wasn't true didn't make it untrue. The former turian spectre had been shaken by the logs, by hearing Macen's voice one final time, but hearing him refuse the position of Pathfinder was a surprise even so. Part of her had been infuriated with him. She knew he was hurting, she knew he'd just lost someone irrevocably important to him, but there was still an entire ark of turians who needed him out there watching over them – diverting kett and finding those launched after the Natanus hit the Scourge.

Losing her father wasn't the same as losing a romantic partner – a life partner – but the wound it left still burned and throbbed regularly, and Moira didn't mince words in telling him so. Macen had clearly wanted Avitus as his replacement, and falling apart now wasn't an option. It took a bit of strong-arming and jostling, but Avitus eventually accepted.

Sarissa and Raeka both had reported that Avitus had arrived on the Nexus with quite a few stasis pods in tow, and the report had made Moira smile. Accepting the role of Pathfinder was difficult – she knew that from experience – but if anyone could do it, Avitus could. She'd only had to make him believe it.

“Ryder, Peebee is looking for you,” SAM informed her. It had been a little while since Liam's mission and finding the turian ark, and for the most part, things had been quiet. Speaking to Peebee would eliminate the 'quiet' aspect altogether, and Moira had a sneaking suspicion she knew what the asari wanted – more rem tech.

Sure enough, rem tech were the first words out of Peebee's mouth when Moira came to the escape pod where the asari had set up shop, Poc lingering behind her with a few mechanical whirs. This time Voeld was her destination, and Moira was more than happy to set a course for the icy planet; they hadn't returned since destroying the kett base, and seeing how the Resistance and Taerve Uni were faring seemed a logical step after having time to adjust to a loosened-kett grip.

Moira had thought Jaal might have wanted to visit Voeld, but when she stopped by the Tech Lab on her way to the Cargo Bay, the door had been locked, and he'd not answered. SAM had reported that his life signs were still strong, if a touch erratic; the AI had posited that perhaps Jaal had received an unpleasant message or order from Aya and was still processing. And so Liam volunteered to go instead, though once they landed, he seemed less than eager.

Taerve Uni was flourishing, so to speak, and the mayor even reported that their militia and the angaran Resistance had completed several joint missions and training sessions together. Peebee had pouted that she'd missed it, and Liam had all but jumped up and down, knowing that their alliance was still strong.

It was after they'd already retrieved Peebee's new piece of rem tech that Commander Xo Teel of the Resistance contacted them, informing them that since the kett base's destruction, the barrier around Ja Niihk had come down. She also briefly explained Ja Niihk's history, though she couldn't offer a solid reason as to why the kett had moved in so suddenly or so forcefully.

“Sounds like we should check it out,” Liam spoke after Xo Teel cut the comm line, Peebee looking over at him and ultimately shrugging. “I know it's not remnant, but shouldn't you be interested in the angara's past? There could be pre-Scourge artifacts or data in there,” Liam pointed out, and the asari instantly perked, her hands resting on her knees as she leaned closer to Moira's seat.

“He's got a point for once, Ryder. And even if there isn't stuff inside, we still kill some kett. That's always good.”

“All right. Then I guess we're going.” Moira changed direction after the navigational computer offered Ja Niihk as their new destination, though some kett was a mild understatement. Ja Niihk was bleeding kett, and they'd barely even made it into the cavern. Even with the vault reset, the world was still a frozen wasteland, and all three were shivering the deeper they delved into the cave; despite everything, the kett were good about leaving heat pylons around to use, and they all hovered around them as long as they dared before heading further inside.

“Is that...an angara?” Peebee was the one to point out the containment module where a trapped angara stood inside.

“Shit. Get him out of there before the kett come back!” Liam whispered loudly, though Moira was already crossing the distance and asking SAM to interface with the kett technology.

“Thank you! I have been trapped down here for so long,” the angara breathed, easing down onto his feet and looking up at his rescuers. “Have you found the others?”

“Not yet,” Moira answered. “But what can you tell me about this place?”

“There's a frozen city here. Before the kett arrived, we detected an active AI deep beneath the ice. It must be pre-Scourge; just imagine what it could tell us!” Despite his recent captivity, the angara still seemed curious and even awed by the discovery. “But then the kett arrived. They've been trying to break through a particular ice wall. I can show you where.” Moira nodded, though did not follow until the rest of the trapped angara were freed and heading for the entrance.

“I take it these are the explosives the kett meant to use,” Moira murmured, noting the remnant design before looking back at the angara.

“Yes.” The angara nodded his head just as SAM spoke aloud.

“I detect a hollow room beyond the ice, Pathfinder. The ordnance here ought to be able to get you inside, though I recommend clearing the blast zone before it detonates.”

“Thanks for that, SAM,” Liam answered with a sarcastic smile, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Let's get to it, then.”

The AI within the room had indeed been pre-Scourge, though it claimed not to recognize the angara. SAM had informed her multiple times of the AI's attempted deception, but its worst transgression was electrocuting the angara when he ventured too close. Moira had been riddled with indecision at the time; she knew logically how valuable an AI like this would be to the angara, but at the cost of a man's life? It physically pained her to make the decision, and she apologized quietly, shamefully as he crumbled to the floor.

Its pleas to be housed with SAM were callously ignored; Moira had even told the AI it had lost any bargaining power it had once it had killed the angara for no real reason. Even SAM had had nothing kind to say in the AI's defense, and so Moira had delivered it to the angara, hoping it could be reasoned with and contained without another loss of innocent life. The entire mission had left a bad taste in her mouth, and what was worse, Jaal was waiting for her once she and the team returned to the Tempest, his expression drawn and even a little dark.

“Pathfinder, I have received a message from Akksul that I...believe you will want to see.”

You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Jaal Ama Darav. Allying with aliens, with our enemies? I always knew you were a fool, but I didn't know you were so weak as to lower yourself and submit. You are unworthy of your name, unworthy of our people, and I will show all the angara just how low you and the Resistance have fallen.

Moira winced at the last bit, though the entire message was unpleasant. “Are you all right?” she asked, looking over at him with concern in her eyes.

“Hah. This is not the first time Akksul has said such things to me,” Jaal informed her, though he didn't seem as nonchalant as his answer led her to believe. “I am more concerned about what Akksul meant about the Resistance. I have spoken a great deal with Evfra since I received this, but he assures me Akksul cannot truly harm the Resistance. I'm sure there is much Evfra has not told me in place to keep the Roekaar at bay, but still...” Jaal's voice trailed off as he looked away, and Moira took a step closer, her lips dipping into a frown.

“You're worried,” Moira supplied, and Jaal nodded before inhaling just a little sharply. “We'll handle Akksul, Jaal. I promise. He won't touch the Resistance, or you, or my people ever again.” She offered him a smile that was admittedly stronger than she felt, but at the very least she was pleased to see Jaal smile in return.

“I hope you're right, Ryder. And thank you. I will keep you updated if I hear any news of Akksul or the Roekaar.” Moira nodded at him before he turned and headed down the ramp, though it was only a few seconds later that her omni-tool began to beep, informing her that a call was coming in. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared down at it curiously; SAM would have normally advised her that someone was contacting her, even have told her where it was coming from or who it was, but he was strangely silent.

“This is Ryder,” she answered finally, her omni-tool glowing orange as it hummed to life at her fingertips.

“I trust Jaal has already played you Akksul's message.” The sound and timbre of Evfra's voice alone made Moira's heart pound, and she sorely wished she'd thought to take the call into her quarters before answering.

“He has,” Moira answered dryly, pointedly ignoring the flush of red coloring her cheeks. “Do you really think he'd attack the Resistance? If anything, I think that'd make him look the traitor, not you or Jaal.”

“He will not attack directly, Pathfinder,” Evfra sneered, and Moira's lips pursed in response, her cheeks burning even brighter than before. “There is...dissent in the Resistance. I cannot speak freely of the matter for obvious reasons.”

Moira nodded her understanding. Divide and conquer was a favored tactic by the Roekaar when it came to converting others to their cause. How better to undermine the Resistance than to turn its members away from their original cause? “There's also the matter of the AI from Voeld you recovered,” Evfra began slowly, his tone and delivery deliberate and even. “I do not care to tell another family that they've lost a father and a husband, but the scientists here are beside themselves with excitement.”

“An excitement you don't share,” Moira interrupted.

Evfra harrumphed in reply. “Do you go to the loved ones of lost soldiers and tell them their family is never returning?” The question made Moira flinch, though he had a point. “I hope the AI is worth the cost; it wasn't just one life sacrificed.”

“I'm sorry, Evfra.” It was spoken quietly, so sincerely as to be sharp and pointed, but Evfra remained silent for several seconds after hearing it.

“Do not be sorry, Ryder. Be aware. The angara make sacrifices often – for the vesaal, for the Resistance, to keep the kett away from our civilians. I just hope this was worth it; the AI refuses to speak for the time being.”

The need to apologize once again came to her, though Moira snuffed it out long before it reached her tongue. The silence was a touch awkward, and Moira imagined that if she'd been in Evfra's office, he would have shoved her out the door already.

“Ryder,” Evfra eventually spoke again, his tone low and quiet. “Thank you.” He did not elaborate before the connection closed, and Moira's heart raced the entire time she made her way to her quarters, a rather soft smile on her lips.

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ooc;

Got bored on si.n.d.ay so messed around on everyone’s favorite image editing software. This is the result. At least we know why it’s called inferno squad now am I right? reblog this and i’ll kick your ass.

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IMPERIAL ACADEMY: Vardos School of Military Sciences "Imperius Unitada ober Totallex" - Empire United over all

(Pictured: Monument Honouring Distinguished Graduates: The three cadets with the highest overall assessment scores at the end of their intake’s final semester have the honour of their name inscribed upon this slab, situated prominently in the Academy’s grounds, as a permanent record of their accomplishments and to inspire the generations of the future. )

At the Vardos Imperial Academy of Military Sciences, we take the finest young sentients from all over the Empire’s Territories, and we turn them into the best that the galaxy has to offer.

Situated inside the walls of Vardos’ shining new capital city, the Academy represents the most prestigious instructional combat installation ever constructed, earning only the highest levels of merit and acclaim from COMPNOR’s chief inspectors. Our cadets study a diverse and challenging curriculum, including;  hyperspace dynamics, history, languages, and strategy.  Training solely with the most commended veterans and instructors the Imperial Starfleet can provide, they will become experts in all facets of interstellar warfare. 

Even now the Rebellion grows stronger. Hiding amidst our welcoming worlds and generous citizens, these traitors and criminals conspire in secret to slaughter our future.

Send us your sons, your daughters; and we will deliver the heroes the Empire needs to secure lasting peace, and prosperity for your family.

(Partially Inspired by Forward Unto Dawn: Recruitment.)