deWulf Corporate Democracy Turn 145

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deWulf Corporate Democracy Turn 145

Postby Xveers on Thu 03 Feb 2022 16:05

Mittelsspannung Orbital Shipyards
Fenris
deWulf Corporate Space

Hella Kobetsky had to admit that Rollen played a pretty good political game. Better than she could. Frankly, the idea that anyone could get something past Chief Minister Rheinbach not once but twice was almost terrifying. She sipped a glass of ice water as she looked at the construction docket in front of her. The vast majority of Mittelspanung's yard capacity was in use. A bit of it was engaged in some final construction projects already approved, but the vast majority was, as Rollen had predicted, peace dividend work. A fresh satellite yard was indeed under construction, its components scheduled to be built and assembled sometime in the next three months in Sif orbit. Right when the first ships scheduled to be mothballed would arrive.

Not to say that was the only work being done. A collection of smaller escort ships and support craft was being laid down; neglected arms that would be needed in the peace to keep systems secure and shipping safe.

And Mittelspanung wasn't the only busy yard. One thing that Hella had loudly complained about was the sheer… creativity had been put into most of the satellite yards. There were five different designs of satellite yard! Five! Her eyes slitted, glowering at the bulkhead wall as she remembered when she was told that fact. Each of them was slightly different, based on who had built them. Some had two small boat bays. Others had only one. One design had armored plate as part of the central (only, in fairness) module, while two others had vastly overbuilt life support systems. It was madness.

And Rollen had not only gone out of his way to correct that problem, but sell it to the corps as an investment opportunity! And they had bought it. deWulf Heavy Industries had not only bought the idea, they'd actually flexed a little corporate muscle to make sure that it happened. Madness. So what was once five designs was now being consolidated into one uniform design that took cues from the various in-service designs.

Oh, and rolled in a sixty percent increase in yard capacity while they were at it.

Madness.

Her terminal beeped. Another order, this one from Rhinehold Unlimited, countersigned and approved by the corporate council.

It was all madness.
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Re: Org Chart

Postby Xveers on Sun 20 Mar 2022 23:50

deWulf Naval High Command, 88th Floor
Conference Room 2
City of Lowell, Fenris
deWulf Corporate Democracy


"We've made the changes you've suggested, PackMaster Heinrichs."

PackMaster Janeth Heinrichs was still settling into her new office. Her new command. It was only last month that Strategic Planning had gotten the biggest bone thrown to it since its inception when it was decided to form a coherent fleet organizational system. No more ad-hoc command groups, no more scratch task forces or on the fly reassignments. Well, she conceded, those would still be happening. But now there would be structure. And those attachments would become the exception rather than the rule.

"Good. Shall we give the presentation one more try before we go schedule the official meeting?"

"Sure. I think we've got it down. Don't want our first presentation to be a bomb."

Janeth chuckled grimly "We've been dropping a lot of those. Let's try not to add us to the list."

"Noted. So, shall I start?"

"Please"

Lancer Waldmuller nodded, the presentation leaping to life at the front of the meeting room.

"This presentation is to familiarize everyone with the upcoming organizational changes that will be coming to the deWulf Corporate Navy in the coming months. This is intended as an initial 'first look' that provides an overview of the changes. Naturally there will be some differences between this initial plan and actual implementation, but no plan survives contact with reality."

The presentation flicked from a splash page to the organizational chart, with the top row highlighted. "The top-level organizational element will be the Fleet. For simplicity fleets will be numbered, but we expect that some fleets may be named in the future. A fleet will primarily be a logistical and organizational construct, assigned to a collection of systems or a specific theatre. Support elements such as repair ships, munitions transports, and army lift capacity will be assigned on a fleet level and then deployed as needed."

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The slide shifted to highlight another section of the chart. "Beneath fleets are Task Forces. Task Forces will be the primary operational element for the fleet, and where the majority of combat units will be assigned. The general specification is that task forces will be sub-numbers of a fleet. So, 3rd Fleet would have task forces 31, 32, and so on. Task forces can also be subdivided cleanly, as task group 31 can be broken down into 31.1, 31.2 and so on. While individual ships can be assigned to task forces, the operational concept is that task forces are built up from..."

The highlighting changed again, pointing to the bottom third of the chart "... squadrons and battalions. These are the individual combat units that ships are assigned to, and ideally these will remain the basic unit blocks that larger groups are built from. Practically speaking, each squadron or battalion will be one or two datagroups of ships built around a specific engagement concept such as long-range fire, small craft operations, or warp point assault. The decision to use two datagroups allows for more flexible and effective datagroup buildouts, and allows for these smaller units to 'flex' upwards as technology improves to match the combat environment."

"And here's where the screaming starts" Janeth teased as the next slide cycled in.

"Squadrons and Battalions are, on an organizational level, the same size, but with different intended purposes. Squadrons are to be considered fleet elements and are to be primarily concentrated at nodal positions to support fleet operations. Battalions are units that are expected to operate in detached or distributed operations, functioning as border patrol units, commerce protection, and rear area defense in the case of major combat operations."

The slide changed again, showing a pair of other command chains. "There are two other parts of this reorganization that need to be discussed. First, while logistic ships are assigned to fleets as a matter of practical use, they still remain under the nominal command of the Bureau of Logistics in matters of administration and management. The second is that Skywatch Command retains command of all fixed unit defenses, as well as mobile units that have been explicitly assigned to system defense. Mobile units so assigned are considered to be part of a 'pseudo' squadron that is part of the local Skywatch Command unit."

The last image was a splash image, nothing more than the deWulf Navy logo on a plain background. "Any questions?"

Janeth smiled a bit "Oh I'm sure there will be questions. But we'll have answers in turn."
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Re: deWulf Corporate Democracy Turn 145

Postby Xveers on Tue 14 Jun 2022 02:47

deWulf Naval High Command, 43rd Floor
Office of Strategic Planning
City of Lowell, Fenris
deWulf Corporate Democracy

"It's one thing for us to go and make these pronouncements, but it's another thing to actually have to organize this.. this…"

Senior Lancer Hayes groaned as he looked at the current list of active units. Strategic Planning was still being spun up into a full department, which meant that the assigned staff was best described as "catastrophically insufficient". Given how grudgingly Strategic Planning had been approved, more established departments were proving loathe to give up any staff, nevermind qualified staff. It was eventually planned to fill out the department with transfers from the fleet as it headed into mothballs, but that would be then. And this was now. Which was why something as critical as fleet reorganization had been left to someone with as lowly a rank as Senior Lancer (ed. Senior Lieutenant). And why the only two fenren in the entire office were himself and his commander, PackMaster Janeth Heinrichs.

"This mishmash of corporate sponsorship and panic construction?" opined Heinrichs.

"One way of putting it, yes."

"So what do we have, then?"

Senior Lancer Hayes leaned back in his chair, joints squeaking as he reclined. "Our navy is top-heavy. Badly top-heavy. We have virtually no escort or screening forces. Nothing to handle standard customs patrol, and only a few units for convoy escort or orbital security. There are a few cruisers that can function as the core of a local nodal force, but that's it. Our carrier numbers are better… We can put together a few complete nodal task forces for carriers, maybe even have some spares."

He leaned back a bit further, the chair protesting as he looked up at the ceiling. "Our battle line is very solid. Twenty battleships, four fleet carriers, and a good backstop with the seven Sieg-class siege dreadnoughts. An excellent hammer for cracking eggs, if you don't mind pieces of shell in the scramble."

The chair groaned as Hayes moved back into something resembling proper posture at a desk, cycling through worksheets before settling onto a breakdown of everything he'd had to dig through. "Fortunately the organizational system for most of those units are pretty straightforward. The Sintillans had a pretty good organization plan for their light carriers, so there's no reason we can't just steal it wholesale. Most of our other units are straightforward; build up a single datagroup and bam. Squadron."

PackMaster Heinrichs pulled over an empty chair over, taking a seat near the frustrated Lancer. Everything that he had said was correct; years of war and two failed assaults on the Elysian capital had naturally shifted the balance of the fleet to ever larger, more durable platforms. Even battleships weren't quite proof against the kind of fire a well defended planet was capable of. And Elysium had been very well defended.

"So what's next?" Heinrichs' question was soft, but her words sliced to the crux of the matter.

"Well…" pondered Hayes "Next thing would be to work out a refit schedule for the ships that we're keeping. Which is most of them. But for that we'll need our Ship Design Bureau liaison. I'm sorry Janeth, but I've been in enough meetings with Kobetsky. If we start suggesting rebuild programs ourselves, she's liable to reject them on sheer principle. So until our liaison arrives…"

A voice called out across the cubicle farm from the lift bank "Hello? Is anyone there?"

Janeth couldn't help but smile. "Speak and they shall answer." The PackMaster leaned back in her own chair before calling out in reply "Far side, near the windows!"

The sound of rapidly approaching steps echoed through the cubicle farm, the two deWulf officers tracking the sound as it wound its way through the maze of desks to the side where they were. Both of their eyes opened fractionally as they watched a Sintillan in deWulf Corporate Navy uniform round the final corner, halting with machined precision in front of them both.

"Master Lancer Razina Denisov, Ship Design Bureau. Reporting as ordered."

The Sintillan held a salute with her right hand, the left offering a single page to the PackMaster. On it were the terse words that every transfer was made of. PackMaster Heinrichs looked over at Hayes with a wry smile "You've only been in one meeting with Kobetsky" as she took the letter.

"With all respect, one meeting is two too many." Razina's words were unexpected, but they brought a sharp laugh from Hayes.

That comment brought a thin, but warm smile from Heinrich's muzzle. "So what brings you to this new and barely-wanted department?"

Razina settled into a spare seat, relaxing as she saw her commanding officer was as informal as she had expected. "Promotion prospects, naturally." Heinreich motioned for her to continue. "I signed on as contract worker initially. Back when the yards were being expanded with… recovered components." It was hard not to make a reference to the fact that half of Mittelspanung had come from Sintilla's former shipyard. "Kobetsky offered me a commission when she saw I knew what I was doing. Moved through a few different teams, but it was mostly lateral movement. More responsibilities but-" she tapped her shoulder board "no more stripes. So a new department, especially one forming from scratch? Plenty of chances to move up the ladder. I'll at least make Hunter, maybe even PackHunter if I'm lucky."

Heinrich saw the gleam in Master Lancer Razina Denisov's eye. It was one she'd seen often enough in her own. Yes, she had that drive to get where she wanted to go. Definitely a Pack's stripes in her future if she kept going with this much energy.

"Well, the reward for competence is more work, I'm afraid. Senior Lancer Hayes here has more or less worked out what the organizational structure should be, but for us to work out the refit schedule, we need to have an idea as to what the refits will be like. You wouldn't happen to have any friends over in Ship Design, would you?"

Razina showed that she wasn't the only one who could have a lean and hungry grin. "I just might...”
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