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| - The observation lounge has been temporarily converted into a lecture area. The tables have been removed, pushed away to the corners of the room, but their chairs have been placed in a row in front of a preplaced holo screen, it's membrane like surface blank for the moment, and placed in front of the row of chairs. The bar still has it's usual tender behind it, but no eating or drinking during the lecture or you shall go to the corner. Dorian Navtilos reported for duty aboard the /Inquisitor/ mere hours ago, but the confidence in his stride as he steps off of the turbolift makes it difficult to tell if he's escorting the CompForce operative that follows him or if it's the other way around. Dorian pauses long enough to give the operative a short bow before they part ways - the trooper steps back into the lift, and the young agent takes a step aside to give the room an attentive looking-over, slowly pacing along one wall as he considers where to put himself. He doesn't want to take one of the seats reserved for the pilots. Standing next to the front of the seats, Wolf was awaiting the pilots attending the lecture. He had read over Rei'yak's report on the ground forces side and what was going to be said during the lecture. He would take up a seat if there was any spare, otherwise he'd just stand up the front behind the lecturer. Stepping easily from the opening doors of the turbo life comes Xy'lear, wearing a finely tailored and well kept olive-green uniform. Black boots meet the foot quietly as his ashen eyes drift over the room, lingering for a moment upon the screen and the row of chairs. Not venturing much further into the room, he side-steps the sole entrance to the deck and stands, alert gaze moving around the room with his hands coming to clasp behind his back, while keeping his face a mask lacking any sort of expression. Liza comes in from the turbolift and immediaely sits in a chair close to the back, not wanting to interrupt if the lecture has already started. A datapad is removed from a pouch and turned on as she looks around, the young pilot trying to figure out if she's missed anything while she preps for note-taking. Keline was already in attendance in the room, standing beside the holoboard, as she turns to face the others as they enter one by one. She smiles politely at each as they enter, gesturing to the chairs, before turning to face the row of chairs herself. "If you wish a drink..a non alcholic drink, before the briefing starts you're welcome. It'll begin soon, though, so you may wish to do that now." The turbolift doors open, and first to step out are 4 guards, two taking flanks on either side of the turbolift and the other two leading the way for a man dressed in black. Many in the starfighter corps already knew him as their commander, but now Krieg entered the room as the commander for everyone present today. It was his pleasure to be serving them, and today would be the first step in a series of final training events designed to hone and sharpen each and every one of their skills. They were on the eve of a new advance that wasn't going to end anytime soon. This was one of their last chances to really train. Stepping confidently to the front of the room for all that were gathered here he stops and folds his hands behind his back, staying behind the new Captain Nelhrn. He nods to her to put things into order and have all assemble. The warm smile that Dorian offers in response to Keline probably looks remarkably out of place considering the uniform he wears, but it appears quite genuine, matching the warm Imperial accent his voice carries. "Thank you, ma'am," he says, giving her a polite half-bow. He seems to consider a drink for a moment before he turns to move back towards the rearmost rows of seats, stopping near Liza. He gestures questioningly at a seat next to hers. "May I?" Catching first the sight of the Captain, Xy'lear salutes her and just begins to step forward when the Commander arrives, waiting until he stops, is he paid the same crisp salute as he showed before. Alert grey eyes move to mark everyone else in the room, each of his steps are measured as he moves to find a chair at the end of the row. Tugging his jerkin down at the sides as he gracefully lowers him down. Keeping his back straight and his gaze attentive, keeping his expression serious as he folds his hands upon his lap. Wolf didn't look so serious at the moment, he was quite excited. His new TIE had just been delivered to the Inquisitor and he wanted to get the kinks out as soon as he could. A smile lit up his face as this information crossed his datapadd. As people began to enter he placed the padd back on his belt and folded his arms, smiling at Liza as she sat down. As the guards entered the room, he looked down at the ground and laughed a little. He had seen it so many times, but he always wondered why some of the senior officers deemed guards needed on a secure Imperial warship. Liza stands and salutes as Krieg arrives, the Flight Officier holding it until the time they're given permission to be at ease and sit. She gives Dorian a sideward glance and a smile in answer, the gesture a silent invitation to join her. With her facing away from the back of the room she misses Wolf's smile. Xy'lear's noticed, however, and she gives the back of his head a thorough inspection as he takes his seat. Keline turns to face the Marshall, coming to attention, before saluting him as she turns to face the rest of the crewmembers in front of her. "Please, be seated. We are going to begin now." *she turns to face the Marshal before she steps aside to make room for him beside the holographic board. "By your leave, sir." Returning the salutes rendered him, Krieg looks to Keline. "Thank you captain. Excellent work." Turning to face those assembled he drops his hands to his sides and speaks to them all, "We're here today to begin the final stages of training. There will be some events coming up that are going to be simulated, and there will be others that are live fire. What we are here for today is to learn of the worst case scenario - what happens when something goes wrong and you have to fight harder than ever before to come back. It is my pleasure to introduce to you Wolf, our resident training officer along with our other training officers." As Liza rises to salute Krieg, Dorian turns to offer him a respectful half-bow at roughly the same time before he turns back to her, offering a quick smile in return. "Thank you." He settles into a seat next to her, smoothly pulling a datapadd and stylus from one of the pouches on his belt along the way, his focus attentively moving to the fore once he's gotten himself properly settled. His attention shifts towards Wolf following the introduction, his stylus taking down notes despite his eyes being elsewhere. Xy'lear turns his head ever so slightly, feeling eyes pressing upon him to glance over towards Liza, and catching sight of the man in a white uniform seated next to her. Eyes lock once more upon the Captain, waiting in silience as he draws out his datapad. His head cants towards Krieg speaks up and marks Wolf as he is introduced, marking down something down in his datapad. Getting comfortable, Liza nods in reply to Dorian's thanks, smiling to him as she does so. "No problem.." she whispers as not to interrupt Krieg, the pilot as polite as she is attentive. Wolf is given a nod although he is hardly anyone who she needs to have introduced to her as he is someone she knows and have known for about as long as she has been stationed upon the Inquisitor. Xy'lear's gaze is noted, and returned, the man himself given a brief smile before she looks forward, watching the commanding officers as they do their thing. Wolf stands to attention and salutes as he is introduced to the room, after a few seconds he drops his stance back to a relaxed one, taking mental notes of those now occupying the room. Alot of new faces in the SFC that he hoped to see more of. But that's the whole reason why he was here, to make sure these people stayed alive during battle, if it was during a live fire exercise or watching their backs during real battle. Looking over the room and pacing very slowly across the front of the room to lock eyes with each and every one of them Krieg states, "This will not be an easy exercise tomorrow. We are going to the planet Sullest and inserting the pilots in teams on the surface. It is a jungle world, and as such there is a great deal of preparation that must be followed prior to this mission's execution. The teams once on the surface are going to be pursed by Imperial troops supported by ISB forces. Those that are caught will be left to the ISB; what they do is to be simulated of what to expect from the enemy." He gestures to Wolf, "Our training officer will now give a few words to the pilots about preparation for jungle evasion. Once he is done I would like to hear your thoughts on preparation for the mission, and that goes for all of you." Xy'lear doesn't move overly much, just a slight shifting in his chair and a subtle curve to his bak as it rests a bit more agaisnt the chair, but nonetheless paying attention to the words spoken by Krieg, the mention of the ISB draws Xy'lear's gaze momentarily over towards Dorian. Otherwises his expression remains stern as he continues to make notes in his datapad upon his lap. Liza turns her head to watch Wolf once he's called to step forward while she presses her lips tight together in thought. It takes her a moment, but she eventually shrugs over something and her datapad is 'written on', the Sarian finally remembering to take notes herself, Molokai not wanting to have to ask anyone for their notes after the lecture. Moving a finger up to scratch his eye, Wolf listened as Krieg dropped him in it. He wasn't sure if he had to speak here but Krieg had just confirmed it. He moved up to the front of the room and begins to speak, "As you all know, I am Commander Wolf. I am the Training CO and pilot of Raptor 3. If you are a pilot, you will see me frequently," he paused for a second looking over a couple of the pilots, "ISB, not so much.. Hopefully.." he said, adding a little bit of humor in to those who knew that little bit more about him. Nodding to a couple of late-comers Wolf carries on, "As you all know, you will have to brave the jungle as if you'd just crash landed or strayed from your fighter behind enemy lines. Being chased isn't a nice thing, I've seen my share of New Republic cells and it isn't nice." He pulled out his datapadd and brought up a few pointers he'd noted down, "As you all know, you should check over your fighter before you launch, making sure you have all the necessary equipment and compact survival kits in the various storage containers in your 'Mark Two's'." He paused again for a second, looking down at his padd, then back up. "Make sure to have your blaster at your side at all times. Nothing more important then that. Once I was caught off guard and a ship decided it was going to connect with mine. If I hadn't had my blaster, when they blew out the hatch I wouldn't have had a chance. You have to think of every possible situation you could find yourself in and use your head to get you out of them and into friendly conditions." Wolf took a few steps to the side, "Though you're probably thinking 'That's not what this exercise is about, we're going to be in a jungle.' That's true, though it's a lot easier to hide from someone in a jungle then in your own cockpit. Your blaster is your main tool and I will only say this once; Never, Ever.. leave it behind. I'm not going to lend you mine." He said, a smile moving across his face. "I'm sure you can all use your heads in that sort of situation, before I begin on what you should do," he paused and looked over at Krieg briefly before looking back to the class and clasping his hands together behind his back, "I'd like to hear what your Ideas on what you think you should do in that situation." Xy'lear inclines his head, pitching it to the side as he listens to Wolf speak to the assembled pilots, keeping notes regardless over the topics pointed out. Glancing out of the corner of his eye to mark the position of the Captain before turning back to look expectantly over towards Krieg. When Xy'lear looks back towards the young Agent seated behind him, Dorian is already looking right at him with a small, lopsided smile, the pilot's gaze met with a slight inclination of the agent's head. Blue eyes flick back towards Wolf soon enough, though, and the notes he's taking become more in-depth as the training officer speaks. His mouth briefly quirks into a slight smirk at his note about hopefully not seeing much of ISB, but his expression is soon back to its previous, curiously attentive one, particularly when he poses his question to the room. Not being a pilot, he remains silent and simply waits, interested to hear the pilots' responses. Liza ahems softly. "Well, I'd say that teamwork would be important, seeing as how I've had that kind of pounded in my head, but I think there comes a time when you really need to expect to be alone if you wind up on the ground. Fighter pilots are the only peronnel in the cockpit and even though the bombers have a crew injuries are surely to occur, especially if you come down hard." Pausing, she thinks about that before speaking further. "I think the really important things you need to do is remember to be calm, remember your training and, if you're not alone, do what you can to get yourself and your crew the hell out of the situation, wounded or not." Late. Not one of Vextin's qualities, but unfortunately it happens from time to time when the Lieutenant is busy with work and matters that his commanders have him attending to. Such is the life of a staff officer and liaison. Riding the turbolift up to the observation deck where the meeting is occuring, Vextin places his eye glasses on and checks over his olive-gray uniform for anything unbecoming of an Imperial Naval officer. Happy in his appearance, the middle-aged Vextin walks out of the turbolift as it reaches it destination and Vextin walks onto the deck, his eyes glancing around the room and taking note of the familiar faces. He doesn't say anything, not wanting to interrupt anymore than he already has. He just finds a spot to stand and listen in on the last bit of Liza talking. Listening intently to what is being said, Krieg looks and listens to each person speaking, taking note of the different skill sets of each individual on the team. It was each person's contributions and their activity within their own units that determined who generally did the best. After the commments are said he waits a momebt further before adding one more comment about the mission. "There will be an away team from the Inquisitor that will take select personnel and attempt to find the downed pilots. This will be a resuce mission for the away team, and it will be the way the pilots are to make it off the planet. Firefights will be likely as the Stormtroopers will be able to see the shuttle coming a long way in advance." Looking at the ISB agents present he remarks, "I'm also told that this is a sort of loyalty test for those here in the room, and those caught may find the test being applied more vigorously then others." Pausing to draw a deep breath and let it out slowly he adds his own words of wisdom. "Survival and evasion is not about how well you can perform. It is about the will to live and survive. It is about the will of the Emperor and those you serve. You are needed for your vital role within this force, and for that reason you all need to learn the skills necessary for the accomplishment of our objectives." Seeing that Vextin had walked in he gestures to Lieutenant Mandor, "I also want to introduce you to Lieutenant Mandor, who can brief everyone on everything from the history of evasion to the tactics employed to evade attackers." Dorian inclines his head in silent acknowledgement of Krieg's words to he and his fellow agents, but apart from that, he remains silents as he quickly jots down his notes. He pauses when the lift is gestured towards, though, and shifts in his seat to look back towards the newly-arrived Lieutenant, offering Vextin a quick smile and short, respectful bow of his head, rather than standing in the middle of the address to offer a more proper bow in greeting. Listening as a few of the pilots speak up, nodding as Liza makes her statement. "All very true and I'm not sure why I'm here." Wolf said, smiling. "It sounds like you guys know what you're doing!" he stood back at the front and folded his arms, nodding as Vextin entered the room. "Unless you are a bomber pilot, you will be alone. Unless you manage to crash land with your wingman, which barely happens." Wolf paused again, looking over at Krieg, "I'm not sure what else to tell you. You all know the basics and you'll find out when you're in that situation, there isn't much else to say except keep your heads on." Liza listens intently although Wolf's comment about keeping their heads has her laughing despite the gravity of the conversation. It is right about that time that she wishes she had a drink or something to distract herself with, anything that might occupy her mind enough to stop the laughting. She eventually gives up and winds up resorting to bite her lower lip as she sits there, slouching in her chair now while she tries to hide, or so it seems by how she does so. Vextin shrugs and adjusts his glasses. "Survival and Evasion is an essential tenet of a soldier's training. You never know when you'll find yourself behind enemy lines, left with nothing but your own skills and willpower. If you understand and can implement the basics of SERE, I guarantee you will make it back home in the eventuality that you find yourself trapped. Allow me to use a case study..." Vextin says, going on one of his usual rants and enjoying every minute of it. "Flight Officer Bakien Tenda served in the Imperial First Fleet during the recent "blitzkrieg" campaign and fought with distinction over Sullust. However, his TIE Interceptor was hit and he was forced to make a crash landing on Sullust. At the time, Sullust was under enemy control. The planet wouldn't be liberated for several more months, and there was little hope of rescue as the Empire was forced to divert its attention to Sekirol in the Hafan sector. However, Tenda had been drilled in the tenets of SERE. He knew what to do. Sullust is very inhospitable; it's largely volcanic, and the atmosphere is not appeasing to the human senses. The Sullustans themselves live in the tunnels underground." "First, Tenda adapted himself to his enviornment, to the climate. He took to the tunnels and began to mentally map out pathways and sources of water and food, as well as rebel patrol routes and their supply stations. He moved only at night, using the darkness to conceal himself when he went out for food. When he became desperate, he would conduct nighttime raids on the rebel supply stations, raiding their food storages and bringing enough back to his tunnel to keep him energized for the next day's events. Now, he never would have been able to do any of this if he hadn't been briefed on Sullust's terrain and climate before the battle went ahead, nor would he have been successful if he hadn't received even the minimal training in emergency first aid, land navigation, and camouflage techniques. He tended to his injuries by making use of the planet's natural herbs and what he could salvage from his own medpac; he was able to keep track of his movements and know where to go by using a makeshift compass; and he was able to conceal himself within the tunnels by adapting to his surroundings, by using camouflage. The rebels never once tracked him down. Most important of all, however, is that Tenda improvised: by making the best of his situation and what was given to him, by using his own wit and skills to stay alive and avoid capture. Nothing can really be said about improvisition; there's no art behind it, no technique." "It's up to the individual soldier to make do with that. But by improvising, Tenda was able to make basic tools and weapons to keep him going for the month he was trapped on Sullust. By putting to use the other tenets of SERE, by mapping out positions of rebel bases and his own hide out, and keeping track of rebel patrol routes, Tenda was able to sneak into a rebel frontline base at night, hijack a shuttle, and escape to the Imperial fleet in orbit. Upon his return, he was given a hero's welcome and was able to provide some intelligence to the military for the eventual planetary invasion." Whether or not Tenda actually existed is irrelavent. Vextin had to make someone up to provide an example for the other pilots present. "So it's adapting to your enviornment. Making use of your knowledge of first aid and land navigation. Watching the enemy and mapping out their positions and storage locations. Scouting out your own sources of food. Making use of camouflage. Creating basic tools to survive. And, most of all, improvising. Listen to what your instructors teach you, keep your head straight and your mind clear, improvise, and you'll be just like Tenda." Listening to what Vextin was saying Krieg waits until he was completely done, at least with this segment. Addressing them all he states, "Excellent Lieutenent; let that be a case study for you all to take a look at and review before tomorrow, as I am sure there will be plenty of times you'll think to yourself that you wished you had read more. However, I must be going in preparation for the actual mission. I will see you all tommorrow, and good hunting." With that Krieg took his leave, turning and looking each of the members here in the eye before he left, getting to know the members of his new command one by one.
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