trans_9 | Shipmaster's thoughts [Open]

Who: Open
Where:Sensoriums (Replica bridge of the Shadow of Intent)
Summary: 'Vadum takes time away from the Quarter and ponders the situation aboard the ship at large.

It had taken many weeks for the extensive repairs of the Macross Quarter to be completed in full, Something that 'Vadum had set himself to both assist and oversee. Apart from his time overseeing the repairs in question and seeing to the usual schedule of Starfighter Command he had not paid much heed to socializing, mingling with the rest of the crew. He did wonder if any others of his kind had awoken in the time since. It was time that even he took a break of sorts.

Thus now there he sat, in his command chair in the middle of a sensorium replica of the command bridge of the Shadow of Intent. The holotable before him running through various fleet simulations. Having taken some time to look over the recent happenings on the omnicomms, the information that seemed to have come forth on the Daligig and rumblings of rebellion left a sour taste in his mouth. He far from trusted those that called themselves their saviors, he had no will to be a puppet once more for another, not since the downfall of the San'Shyuum.

His thoughts drifting to the state of organization of the vessel he now found himself on, apart from the command staff and Starfighter command, there was little organization in the way of ground side forces. There were many skilled and competent individuals on board, however without organization and direction such skill could go ill used. Even a small force, a dedicated special forces team could do well towards strengthening the Transmigration 9's forces. As much he planned to propose to the Captain, though he had not been able to reach him.

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Roger had taken to using the sensoriums as practice areas, the more elaborately detailed, the better. Target ranges were all well and good, but for a real gauge of what you could count on yourself doing in the field, you needed something more realistic. Without the opportunity to go out into the desert and battle the local wildlife, the Sensoriums just had to do.

Just his luck he happened to open the door to one that was already occupied.

'Vadum too knew well the value of such a use of the Sensorium, and had done so on many an occasion. For the moment though the Sensoriums retained the illusion of the Bridge to the Assault Carrier he had commanded during the final days of the war. At particular moment the other walked in the holo-table was displaying in detail the space battle that had taken place on Lirath.

Despite his attention on the scene at hand it did not take long for the amour-clad Sangheili to notice the newcomer, turning to regard the man in question, "Greetings,"

"Your pardon," said Roger automatically, although half his attention was on the holo-table rather than the being watching it. "Didn't realize anybody else was in here."

He still wasn't entirely used to dealing with the nonhuamns on the ship, but- well, he figured that would come in time. At least one thing was familiar. After more than thirty years with a T-51 suit, or at the very least basic cerasteel plating over polymer weave when the power suit was due for repairs, Roger found it extremely weird to run into people who went into battle unarmored.

"Impressive setup you've got here."

'Vadum inclined his head in acknowledgment of the human's apology, "You are pardoned, think little of it,"

For the Sangheili shipmaster, his own combat harness was as much his uniform as it was his armour. It's reinforced and powered systems as a second skin to him, the gleaming white surfaces all but spotless from constant care.

"Indeed, this is the bridge of the Assualt Carrier Shadow of Intent flagship for the Fleet of Retribution, prior to current events," 'Vadum replied with clear pride of the vessel. With a tap of a control the command chair lowered, allowing the Sangheili to stand and step easily to the ground, standing at over eight feet in height.

"The battle of Lirath, a decisive victory against the Ohm," He commented by way of explanation as he gestured to the table, showing the Macross Quarter and the fighters of Starfighter command assisting along side GIA forces as they dealt the decisive blows against three massive Ohm Leviathans.

Roger moved in a little closer to get a better look, taking the opportunity to remove his helmet as he did so. The three-dimensional display of the battle was a fascinating thing to watch. "How long ago was that?" he asked. "I've only been here a month or so."

It was relatively easy to follow the events of the battle- relatively. Roger was painfully reminded that his own idea of thinking in three dimensions mostly centered on terrain variations and anti-aircraft guns. A deep space, ship to ship battle like this... that was something else again.

"My grandfather would think this was the greatest thing in the world," he murmured. "He was Navy. The kind that sailed on Earth's oceans, not in space, but still. Don't suppose there were any boarding actions?"

'Vadum watched the battle as it progressed on the table before them a moment longer before looking to the other as he removed his helmet, the armour the other wore reminded the Shipmaster of a less refined version of the armour worn by the Spartans, looking back to the table as the battle continued, "This battle took place roughly three months passed, any more accurate than that I cannot say for certain,"

The battle itself seemed to be in its climactic stages as the forces of the Gia and Starfighter command cut their way to engage the first of the massive leviathan's directly.

"There were no boarding actions from our forces, nor did the GIA attempt any boarding actions on Ohm vessels, all additional and combat cabable forces were deployed to thwart the ground invasion," A gesture towards Lirath causing the planet to zoom in and the display to alter to show the ground battle, with indicators as to location of crew and GIA forces.

"While we have a number of skilled and powerful fighters amongst our crew, we do not currently have a dedicated Special Operation force," The Sangheili Shipmaster gave a snort and crossed his arms, it was something that had been irking him for some time, "I intend to rectify this matter,"

"I'd been told about that," Roger murmured. "General Chacon mentioned the total lack of organized infantry. I've been in the foot soldier business most of my adult life- you're not the only one planning on rectifying things."

He eyed the ground force deployment a moment.

"Spoken to the captain yet? I can't even find him, myself."

'Vadum regarded the armoured human a moment, inclining his head in acknowledgement, "Indeed. You are an experienced warrior, good, such an organized force will require those with such experience," He replied with clear approval.

"He has been unreachable the last few cycles, it is possible that he has been taken by one of the constructs, whether temporarily or repodded, we shall soon see,"

Turning more fully toward the armoured human, "I am Rtas 'Vadum, currently Shipmaster of the Macross Quarter and Lieutenant Commander of the Transmigration 9, previously Shipmaster of the Shadow of Intent and Fleetmaster of the Fleet of Retribution,"

Roger drew himself up stiffly, not that it made much difference in terms of height compared to the Sangheili, and saluted. "Roger Maxson," he said, "no current official position on board the ship. At home I was the first High Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, formed from the remnants of the United States Army after planet-wide nuclear war. It's an honor to meet you, Shipmaster."

'Vadum brought a fist across his amoured chest in salute in turn for Roger's own. He had a military discipline that was clear, and experience in leadership, if the position of High Elder was any indication, "An honor," He inclined his head in turn.

"A Special Operations task force will need experienced and disciplined warriors, and skilled commanders to lead them into battle. An experienced warrior such as yourself would serve well in such a role,"

"I've spent thirty years leading my people against the savages of the desert who've been setting themselves up as local warlords," said Roger, "and against the mutated things that used to be local wildlife, most of which is now bigger than you and either venomous, armor-plated, or both. If I can use that experience to bring our ground troops into line with what we need to win these battles and this war, that's all I ask. I can't fly a Vertibird, let alone a starfighter. I know two-footed warfare and I know it reasonably well."

'Vadum considered Roger's words thoughtfully, he had considerable combat experience then, if restricted to a single world, after a moment 'Vadum gave something of a sharp nod, he had the bearing a warrior and leader, "I shall see to it that you get your chance to bring them into line,"

"Do you have experience working alongside vehicle support, be it transport or fire support. There are situations where such transports and support may well be imperative to a missions success,"

"Yes, but it's rusty," said Roger. "There weren't a lot of vehicles that survived the War, and most of them ran out of fuel years back. Most of my work alongside vehicular support was during the Canadian annexation, which was decades ago, unfortunately."

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