WAR IN HEAVEN
Orbital Dry Dock, Fondor Shipyards
Galactic Alliance Fifth Fleet
"Very well, Commodore. Is there anything else?"
"No, sir," Mazik paused for a moment before answering, racking his brain for any detail he might have missed during his debriefing, "I believe that covers it, Admiral."
Admiral Quinto nodded slowly, stroking the cephalic lobes at the edges of his mouth. There were not an overabundance of Selkath serving in the Defense Fleet, but the admiral was a notable exception. His assignment keeping watch over his homeworld of Fondor had kept him out of much of the war, although Mazik had heard Quinto had lost a number of close friends to the First Order and that his posting in the rear lines weighed heavily upon him.
This was the first Viscount Mk II the commodore had ever set foot on, throughout their entire interaction the duros had struggled not let his awe and intimidation at the sheer scale of his surroundings show under his superior's scrutiny. But the admiral had seemed distracted, mentioning off handedly something about an unusual number of communications malfunctions and late check ins.
"In that case, you'd better heave to back to your Hereafter," Quinto's eyes blinked slowly at him, as if noticing he was still there, "We may have to go to condition yellow soon. Dismissed."
Commodore Stazi about faced after a smart salute, and it was only then that he began to fully appreciate the tension all around him. Condition yellow meant a heightened readiness state, it was an intermediary step between at ease and action stations. Obviously something was troubling the admiral, but if the Selkath jumped at every shadow to placing the entire system on high alert, Fondor would never get anything done.
Mazik was robbed of his train of thought, and nearly his balance, when a sudden violent tremor throughout the Nemo Ven nearly threw him to the deck with its force. All around him the bridge exploded into action, all sense of decorum for the moment lost in a mad scramble to assess what had just happened and provide tactical reports.
"Admiral, picking up multiple contacts on short range sensors!" the voice of one of the battlecruiser's sensor officers cut through all that, "Identity unknown! They're not responding to our hails...sir, they're powering weapons!"
"Where in the Force did they come from?" Mazik blurted.
"To your shuttle, Stazi!" a grating Selkath voice called out to him, "Now! Action stations!"
The last words he heard before the turbolift doors slammed shut on him was something about sabotage.
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