Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
Ganker Limpets only had fuel for a thousand light-years, and moreover they weren't so great at hairpin turns. But taking the offramp from Sekalus to Kal'Shebbol wound up being well inside their capabilities. That was about the only element of certainty in this whole operation. The linked bulk-freighter hyperdrives projected a burger-shaped hyperspace bubble with a major radius of fifteen hundred metres or thereabouts. Alec controlled the field geometry to some extent, as well as she could while commanding the Garden of Unending Delights. The refitted Huttese caravel clung to the main cargo of the hyperspace bubble: an Immortal-class dreadnought. But not just any Immortal. No, this one was a temporal shatterpoint made manifest, a sliver of reality among slivers of reality, a piece of the fracture. Somehow or other, at the Battle of Sekalus, a fleet-sized discharge of hypermatter had warped time itself. Participants had felt, lived, experienced a wide variety of subjective realities. In a very real sense, the ship had never left the system. It had exploded, been stalled, been slowed, been vaporized, been redirected, and universally been abandoned; it had been surrounded by a fleet that had left and then been right with it anyways and then exploded. So many realities at play. No objective truth. Hence, the Immortal she'd stolen was only a shade, a fraction of an immortal, not unlike a Cularin timeshadow. Studded with Ganker Limpets, it existed to the same degree as they did, but also much less.
The hyperspace bubble failed over Kal'Shebbol, and Alec got to work.
The hyperspace bubble failed over Kal'Shebbol, and Alec got to work.