Stronghold

112-06-02 Gulfondi, Republic-Fleet Logistic Support: State room aboard Hope Of Matar, Tiger Phoenix Phell's Maelstrom class battleship.

Sitting at his desk, Tiger was reading through a report on a data pad. His eyes slowly scanning across the text, he seemed to be absorbing all the details he could, even the ones that weren't there. Sitting across from him, Shana Melaar was leaning back in her chair, watching Tiger read the report. She seemed to be bored, but if you looked closely, you could see that her eyes were tracking every slight move of Tiger's, waiting for him to finish the report she had handed him a few short minutes ago.


Tiger's eyes stopped tracking across the report, and he looked up at Shana and placed the pad on the desk. Leaning forward and placing his elbows on the desk top and folding his hands in front of his face, he looked across the top of his knuckles at Shana.

The room was silent except for the slight thrum of the reactor at the heart of the ship, and the breathing of its two occupants.


"Shana, you are sure this report is accurate?" he asked into the silence of the room.

Shana scoffed, "Tiger, you know I wouldn't bring you a finalized report unless I knew with certainty that it was accurate as possible." She shifted her tall frame in the chair and reached into one of the inner pockets of her long coat and removed another data pad.

Activating the pad she held it up to read from it, "This is from one of the contacts that I have been able to develop who has close ties to Concord and the D.E.D.'Confirmed, Sansha seem to pulled back for the time being and there have been no further attacks on any population centers on the scale or the composition of the last months incursions."

Lowering the pad, she looked back up at Tiger, "So it looks like they've stopped whatever it was they were doing and gone back to there territory," she got a small frown on her face,"for the time being, that is."

Raising the pad back up, "This is compiled from multiple contacts across multiple factions, 'It is believed that the current situation is only temporary, and that the Sansha are currently reevaluating their responses to capsuleer interventions during incursions, and that they are also consolidating their forces for another push at population centers across the cluster," looking back at Tiger, "when they expect it to happen is unknown, but they all agree, they haven't stopped yet."

Tiger looked down at his folded hands in front of him and seemed to think about something for a moment. Sighing, he looked down at the data pad in front of him on the desk.

"According to the intel you gathered about the attacks, they release some kind of nanite tech into the atmosphere when the land their dropships," he looked up at Shana. "Coordinate with Clan security, and go ahead with the countermeasures you detailed in this report."

Standing from his chair behind the desk and picking up the data pad, he walked over to a large display screen. Activating it, he connected it to the data pad and brought up what looked like blueprints to a large facility.

"Lets keep our Clan and family safe Shana." he said to her without turning.

Remaining seated in the chair, Shana looked down at the pad in her hands and asked, "What do you want me to tell Shekear and A'dria, do we tell them everything about what I was able to learn, about what we plan to do to protect the Clan?"

Tiger turned and looked at Shana for a moment. Nodding his head, "Yes, tell them, because Shekear can help clear things over with the rest of the council, and also, they are our family, things of this magnitude should never be kept from family."

Getting up from the chair gracefully, Shana walked from the room, examining the pad and imputing commands into it.

Tiger turned away from the display screen and walked back to his desk, leaving the screen on. In the bottom right of the screen could be read the words, "Sansha countermeasure 3, Clan Safety Complex"

112-11-25 Nakugard VI- Phell Clan land

Standing on a small rise overlooking a large forested area, Tiger watched the wind move the tops of the trees, making the sea of green infront of him move in waves. He had been standing there for forty minutes, a few times he had seen one of the local animals that his clan kept on the lands for hunting go darting between the trees below him, looking for food, or a place to sleep for a little while.

As he stood there he heard someone walking up the slope towards him. He turned his head and looked down at Shana walking up to him. A few dozen meters behind her he could see the entrance to the large underground facility that he had ordered built to help protect his Clan and family from the Sansha, if they ever decided to some calling into his clans tiny little corner of the cluster.

"Shana, how goes the final preparations, are they almost complete?" he asked her as she reached the top of the rise and stood next to him.

"They're almost done, the techs are just waiting for your final go ahead to turn on the main generators and allow the facility to begin its start up procedures." she stared out across at the same view that Tiger had been enjoying.

Tiger nodded and switched his internal neo-comm to the channel of the techs working on the facility. "This is Tiger, you have a go on generator start-up, repeat, you have a go on generator start-up." 

Looking over at Shana, Tiger gestured towards the entrance, "Shall we go witness the last five months of work come to fruition?"

Shana looked at Tiger, then back out to the forest with its abundant wildlife, "Yeah, lets get down there, we were gone along time saving my parents and the council, the techs might have screwed stuff up in our absence."

They both turned away from the forest and began walking down the slope towards the entrance of the facility.

New Years In The Republic

He stood starring out the window, watching the solar system continue its turn around the sun. Watching the world below him. Watching a world he wasn't born on, but his heart had lived with his entire life. Matar, homeworld of the Minmatar. He and his crews had been fighting for this planet and its surrounding territories for over the past year and half, first as part of the militia and now as part of a pro -Republic alliance that did what it could against slavers and pirates who attacked Minmatar holdings.

Tiger Phoenix Phell, leader of the Phell Clan and Pilot for Electus Matari, stared out the window of his state room aboard the Pearl, a Stabber Fleet Issue Minmatar cruiser, thinking about where he had come in the last five years. From slave, to special forces solider, to Pod Pilot and Clan leader, in five years, a lot had changed for him.

As he stood starring out the window thinking about past events, there was sudden movement within his field of vision, as a Typhoon class battleship dropped out warp and came to a stop in orbit above the planet. His implanted Neo-Comm gave him data on the ship and he smiled as it showed him that the vessel belonged to the alliance.

The Typhoon was soon joined by a multitude of other ships bearing the registration codes of Electus Matari, ranging in size from frigates to more battleships.

He received a message through his neo-comm, "Tiger, looks like the celebration is about to begin, where do you want me to put the ship?" This came from his cousin A'dria Phell, who was at this moment piloting the Fleet Stabber he was aboard. He would have piloted the ship himself, it was his ship, but the Republic Security Service had to fire on him because of his security status with the D.E.D. So he had asked A'dria to fly the Pearl to Matar while he road as a passenger.

"Put us in an orbit pattern around one the cruisers out there." He turned away from the window and walked over to the desk in the room and picked up a small data pad.

He pressed a control on the pad activating  the wireless link to his Neo-Comm. Bringing up his comm channel interface, he accepted an invite to the fleet channel that the alliance had set up for the celebration.Walking back up to the window to stare out at the fleet as they began firing torpedoes and other weapons to simulate a fireworks display.

"A'dria, link the local channel into the intercom, Ulf should be giving a speech."

After A'dria linked local into the intercom, Ulphus's voice was heard giving a speech to everyone one in system. As Ulf's speech came to a close a EM pilot called out "For the Republic" over the channel, which the rest of EM picked up. "For the Republic" being yelled by his crew throughout the ship, reverberating off the walls and becoming louder and louder.

As it died down Tiger toggled a control on the pad and severed the wireless link with his Neo-Com, leaveing the fleet comms channel in the process.

"A'dria, bring us into dock at the Station, we have a party to attend." Placing the data pad on his desk, he walked out the door and down the hall heading for the elevator that would take him down to the airlock.

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The lift doors slide open, and Tiger and A'dria stepped off and began walking out into the hangar berthing the Pearl and a shuttle that he would take back to Gulf.

Turning to A'dria, Tiger embraced her in a hug, "Get back home in one piece cousin, and don't get the Pearl blown to bits."

Returning the embrace, A'dria laughed. "Don't worry cousin, I won't even scratch the paint," smiling she held Tiger at arms length, "and you be careful yourself, a shuttle is hardly able to stand-up to any kinda fire power. Happy New Year Tiger."

Stepping back, "Happy New Year A'dria." he turned and began walking toward the guest state room where his Pod was housed. Looking back to A'dria he waved as she walked up to a door that led into a similar room.

Once inside his Pod, docking control authorized him to interface with his ship and undock from the station. His small shuttle slid out of the station, and once clear he set a course for the stargate that would start him on his journey home to Gulf.

Lets hope this year we don't run into any problems, he thought to himself as his ship hurtled across space.