Strike Force Captain
An Imperial Shuttle dropped out of hyperspace, escorted by a pair of TIE interceptors.
Inside, alone, Captain Vitani Azumi waited in the shuttle’s midsection. A protocol droid shuffled in with a platter upon a tray.
“Can I be of--” the droid hit the ground and sent the food along with it.
There was a brief flash of red from a firefight outside, which seemed to be over as soon as it began. The shuttle had lunged away in evasive maneuvers. Vitani felt ill. She dug her nails into the side of her seat. She swore at the droid as if it was entirely his fault, he quickly apologised.
Vitani was already disappointed. She sat with an empty stomach, re-reading a briefing on her datapad for the fifth time during her transfer. Now, she could see the Inceptus-class corvette rapidly approaching.
She overheard the pilot confirming their arrival and felt the change in pressure as the shuttle slipped into the hangar bay. The Captain was shaking, she could hear intermittent laser fire from the void outside.
By all accounts she should have been excited. This was the action she had been waiting for, the sort of thing she dreamed of while filing electronic paperwork back on Mygeeto. She thought about Mygeeto again. All the names and faces, dead or missing or somewhere screaming. She thought about Mygeeto over and over again.
The shuttle doors opened and the Captain tried to compose herself. She walked into the hangar bay, avoiding eye contact with the droids that moved in behind her to retrieve her luggage.
Inside, alone, Captain Vitani Azumi waited in the shuttle’s midsection. A protocol droid shuffled in with a platter upon a tray.
“Can I be of--” the droid hit the ground and sent the food along with it.
There was a brief flash of red from a firefight outside, which seemed to be over as soon as it began. The shuttle had lunged away in evasive maneuvers. Vitani felt ill. She dug her nails into the side of her seat. She swore at the droid as if it was entirely his fault, he quickly apologised.
Vitani was already disappointed. She sat with an empty stomach, re-reading a briefing on her datapad for the fifth time during her transfer. Now, she could see the Inceptus-class corvette rapidly approaching.

She overheard the pilot confirming their arrival and felt the change in pressure as the shuttle slipped into the hangar bay. The Captain was shaking, she could hear intermittent laser fire from the void outside.
By all accounts she should have been excited. This was the action she had been waiting for, the sort of thing she dreamed of while filing electronic paperwork back on Mygeeto. She thought about Mygeeto again. All the names and faces, dead or missing or somewhere screaming. She thought about Mygeeto over and over again.
The shuttle doors opened and the Captain tried to compose herself. She walked into the hangar bay, avoiding eye contact with the droids that moved in behind her to retrieve her luggage.