Terrence was not quite sure what the program was that he found. He had just returned from his duty station within the First Order Warship Development Bureau for the day when a small icon flashing on his personal terminal caught his eye. Tossing his bags aside, he flicked open the console, and a golden glove with three white flags sticking out from the top glowed on the screen. White lettering slowly materialized beneath the icon, displaying proudly what Terrence had to assume was the name of whatever program this was.
Battle Star.
Grunting, he sat down in the chair of his personal desk, staring at the display. There were two options here. He had certainly not downloaded whatever program this was, so it had either been downloaded by some shady individual...or it was a test by the First Order. He had heard of similar circumstances happening to other officers, test set up to gauge the effectiveness of graduates. He stared at the display for several more seconds before finally sighing, Between the two options, Terrence figured the program being a test was far more likely. The security the First Order provided in all walks of life, including online security.
Picking up a headset beside the terminal, Terrence connected the set to the terminal before activating the side switch, and was briefly blinded as the holographic headset took over. One moment, he was sitting in his small quarters, and the next he was in a massive hangar. It was brightly lit, with dozens ray shielded openings spread out along its length. Spread out at regular intervals, and in increasing size, were hundreds of starships. Everywhere Terrence looked, warships from galactic history lay anchored, lights flashing and smoke rising from exhaust ports. Smiling, he glanced up to find a display counter at the center of the hangar. The indicator read "Six Thousand Kilometers, Zero currently in use."
Glancing back down at the ships around him, Terrence brought his hands together in a loud, echoing clap as he looked at the vast array of ships et out before. It was time to go shopping.
Augustus Tassar
Barefu Shysa
Battle Star.
Grunting, he sat down in the chair of his personal desk, staring at the display. There were two options here. He had certainly not downloaded whatever program this was, so it had either been downloaded by some shady individual...or it was a test by the First Order. He had heard of similar circumstances happening to other officers, test set up to gauge the effectiveness of graduates. He stared at the display for several more seconds before finally sighing, Between the two options, Terrence figured the program being a test was far more likely. The security the First Order provided in all walks of life, including online security.
Picking up a headset beside the terminal, Terrence connected the set to the terminal before activating the side switch, and was briefly blinded as the holographic headset took over. One moment, he was sitting in his small quarters, and the next he was in a massive hangar. It was brightly lit, with dozens ray shielded openings spread out along its length. Spread out at regular intervals, and in increasing size, were hundreds of starships. Everywhere Terrence looked, warships from galactic history lay anchored, lights flashing and smoke rising from exhaust ports. Smiling, he glanced up to find a display counter at the center of the hangar. The indicator read "Six Thousand Kilometers, Zero currently in use."
Glancing back down at the ships around him, Terrence brought his hands together in a loud, echoing clap as he looked at the vast array of ships et out before. It was time to go shopping.
Augustus Tassar
Barefu Shysa
