Watcher Three
Broken Replica
Watcher Three, Commodore of Typhoon Squadron, was... taking a nap. In his command chair. And nobody said anything about it. His bridge crew was used to his eccentricities, and the "old man's nap" was one of the playful jabs they always gave him about those odd qualities he exhibited so often. They wouldn't wake him up unless there was an alert somewhere in the asteroid field around them.
And then a scout ship came roaring past them, nearly colliding with the Spyglass before continuing in a straight line towards the outer parts of the Vergesso asteroid cluster. It was on fire. Byaela poked Watcher in the shoulder, disrupting his 'nap'... He heard people shouting about a scout ship with a dead pilot... And then...
"Commodore, it's crashed. And we've confirmed that both crewers aboard were dead."
[member='Amber Collik']
And then a scout ship came roaring past them, nearly colliding with the Spyglass before continuing in a straight line towards the outer parts of the Vergesso asteroid cluster. It was on fire. Byaela poked Watcher in the shoulder, disrupting his 'nap'... He heard people shouting about a scout ship with a dead pilot... And then...
"Commodore, it's crashed. And we've confirmed that both crewers aboard were dead."
[member='Amber Collik']