Illegal Salvage: Coruscant

[RC 212]

[member="Anya Loma"] [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Dango Fess"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Reen Lorgon"] @Joran Del-Fin [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Duncan Pierce"] [member="Nymeria Vizsla"]

Space battles were awesome. Well they were awesome when you weren't dead in the middle of one. Luckily that was not that the case at the moment but it was very subject to change in these waters. Hala herself was rocking a bounty of a half a Million back on Nar Shaada. Not to mention ticking off the Alliance at every turn.


Stomp! Stomp!

Her magboots slammed across the hull of the hulking Salvage craft as she moved. With a glance down she checked her EVA suit's oxygen and grinned. They still had over an hour to pull this job off. And the job was salvage.

"Axle, bring up the torch, think I got something!"

"Moving up Cap'n!"

Axle came up behind her pressing the torch into her palm and letting his own grin fly. They were magbooted to the hull of a huge Salvager vessel that had sucked in a couple of other vessels during the battle of Coruscant. The problem with so much wreckage was that teams couldn't get everything done in a day, so valuables were just tagged and left to be collected later.

"Here goes!"

The plasma torch ignited against the hull, burning the metal as fast as space could cool it. The first part was to weaken the hull plating, then they could set a breaching charge, slip inside and look around.

"Cap'n to Dragon One, you got anyhting on scanners?"

"Nope, still sittin' pretty Cap'n. We're in total blackout mode too. I'll let you know as soon as we smell a patrol or what have you."

"Sounds good."

"What you think is in this one?"

"Sources say one of the cargo freighters it sucked in was full of platinum bars. Which, well I don't have to tell you, you already know dude."

Axle whistled, checking his own oxygen.

"That equals mad money."

"Sure does." Hala replied, glancing up to see the curve of the City planet with her thousand lights blaring bright. She sighed and clicked off the torch.

"Charge, give it here!"

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar grumbled to himself within his small vessel, leaning back in the pilot's chair as he stared through the thin translucent plating that separated him from the cold, endless vacuum of space, and the warmth of his ship. For whatever reason, the young man found himself answering the call of [member="Hala Jast"] and her Crimson Dragon. After the event of Naboo, he found himself further intrigued with the small group of rogues and considering his absurd amount of free time these days, he decided to run with them for sometime. And this was one of those situations where he simply couldn't say no.

As his ship floated through the darkness of space, he opted to keep power low and the least amount of energy running through his vessel as possible. The man wasn't one for salvage, nor was he one for pirating. But his current captain, Hala, definitely needed muscle if he was going to play around in Galactic Alliance space, more importantly as deep in Galactic Alliance space as she was. And for that, he decided to help out. Tapping a small communication device upon the desk before him, he cleared his throat.

"Uhh, Dragon five here, I have arrived. I'll remain silent and as dark as possible within my ship. If a hostile force arrives, I'll fly out to meet them or aid in the retreat. Stay frosty out there, Hala. We're deep in One Sith space and if they realize pirates are salvaging this close to their planet, we may be in for trouble. Over."

With that, Vaulkhar comfortably leaned back within his seat, beginning to hum a soft song to himself once more.

'Nothing more fun than testing than the Galactic Alliance.' He thought to himself, shaking his head slightly.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vaulkhar"]

Hala grinned, tearing the jelly tabs off the charge and slowly unpacking the baseball sized thing. she had to stick it just right. The time in between when the cover came off the adhesive and the adhesive was slapped to the hull was like, milliseconds. And if she screwed it up they'd have to go back and grab another.

"Remind me to get another Utility ring on these suits Axle."

"Aye Cap'n."

Just then Dragon Five checked in. Good the perimeter was secure. With the Dragon as their long range scanner and Vaulkhar as their short range intercept they had exponentially more time to pull this off. Hopefully.

"Copy all Dragon Five, nice work, just be ready on those gun's 'n case this whole shebang heads south real quick!"

 

[Sein Reith]

" You are just lucky i don't require respirators " Dango complained touching down behind [member="Hala Jast"] " We could use some Industrial mag leve thrusters. other wise eventaly the ship wont be able to make a planet drop " that was something Lyth had mentioned.
But Dango was here as back up little more.

 

[Vaulkhar]

"If things go south I'll do what I can, but this isn't a gunship. It's more for traveling, I'll give you advanced warning if possible and do my best to slow things down. Worst case, I'll swoop by, grab you both, and we'll get aboard the Dragon and clear out."

Releasing his hold of the communications button, Vaulkhar straightened and began to pace the small deck of his ship. It was barely a deck at all, more of a large room in which was used for piloting and communications. But it was never meant for more than traveling.

"What an interesting turn of events..."

Muttering to himself, the young force user found himself once again lost in thought, thankful the radar and various other tracking devices were on.

[member="Hala Jast"] [member="Dango Fess"]

 

[Sein Reith]

Dango focoused her optics on the task at hand. Optics she never realy got used to those after al her species.. wow that was something she almost forgot about she was technicaly a Miralukan born with no eyes and here she was a brain in a Phrik jar in a Modefied YVH droid.
Her featureless green face reflecting the cutting torch's light as she turned to watch the sparks.
it was funny she used to get transfixed on visual stimuli now it was old hat. something alien to her was now passe sparks were not beautiful they were just there somewhat pretty yes but not a muse worty off sonets.
here she was able to see but now blind to the force.
She turned to scan the surroundings.
"I'll just keep to the heavy lifting." she announced trying to avoid thinking off her past.
[member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Hala Jast"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Dango Fess"]

"Yeah sounds like a plan."

The jelly tabs ripped free and Hala slammed them down on the hull hard. The charge stuck and she exhaled, whole body releasing the tension of the high stress moment. For a second she waited, then jiggled the charge, it didn't move an inch. A small smile split her face inside the foggy mask of her helmet.

"Alright folks, breaching charge has a solid seal."

Boom! Boom!

She backed up now, running the wire from her belt out as they gave a good twenty feet of berth to the charge.

"Clear?" It was the signal. The wire reached the remote, which made no wireless transmissions. Part of the reason she'd gone command wire was to stay quiet and under the radar.

"Standbye Hulk, after this goes off Ima need y'r robot arse to kick that weak spot open so we can get in there."

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Aerion was born on Tython, but that was before the Galactic Republic lost Tython to the One Sith after a string of defeats.

His father, Zaren Bouqi, or better known as Master Bishop in the Jedi Order had brought him to the planet of Naboo where he had grown up in the countryside and had been taught plenty. Lightsabre training, piloting, how to be a Jedi, the sort. The thing was, Aerion, given name Zayden Bouqi much more preferred to spend his time alone in a starfighter, specifically his X-Wing. Plenty of his time had been spent in that cockpit, especially a few years ago when that time of teenage dissent and want for solitude came about.

He wanted to be separated, and that's why he joined the NJO on Sullust.

But that didn't matter.

He was on Coruscant now.

The X-Wing he flew was a XJ-7 Stealth-X Elite Starfighter from Incom Corporation.

Most of the salvage and debris that one would find was carted off and destroyed outside and away from the orbit of the city planet. That way, it couldn't fall into orbit of the planet and harm even more people long after the battle had concluded, even if it was still being reconstructed.

Anyway, this was one of those times that the young Padawan was on 'patrol.'

A more apt description would be doing whatever he wanted.

Of course, that all came to an end when his advanced sensor suite beeped with blips coming up on the sensors. His own ship was equipped for stealth, it was relatively impossible to catch on sensors. The ideal stealth ship for a Jedi Ace. Pushing a hand through his hair, the Jedi Padawan tightened his hold on the yoke as he slowly began maneuvering his ship through the remaining debris field. Where were the other Galactic Alliance ships that were meant to be on patrol? Of course, he didn't know what had popped up on his screen yet, but there was a second blip on it too.

Let's hope they're not criminals.

For their sake.

Comfortable with the knowledge that he was practically invisible to the would be salvagers, he continued to cruise through the field as he read the sensors. His disadvantage? He never flew with an astromech.

[member="Hala Jast"], [member="Dango Fess"], [member="Vaulkhar"],

 

[Sein Reith]

[member="Hala Jast"] [member="Vaulkhar"]
Hulls hulls were... ahh sod it Dango wasn't one for poetry.
" You want the hull punched all you have to do was ask." the metalic being joked. thinking of that word arse.
"I meant to ask Aer you Lurissian ?" she half hartedly asked
if she could she would be smiling bur yeah a mando steel faceplate didn't smile all there was was a expressionless green slab of metal with 2 vertical black stripes.
[member="Aerion Ivelisse"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

A few moments go by before Vaulkhar finally stops pacing and returns to his seat at his small desk within the cockpit of his ship. Taking a look at the radar, aside from the small blip that was Hala's ship, nothing had yet appeared. Considering the location, it was most definitely odd. Coruscant had been a highly contested planet for many years. Once controlled by the Galactic Republic, then the One Sith, and it appears now the Galactic Alliance, he couldn't help but be surprised by the lack of actual activity from below. With the recent advancements of domination by the Galactic Alliance, he could easily say it was due to action happening elsewhere within the galaxy; but that would be too convenient.

With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and straightened. Beginning to focus, the Miralaluka-Epicanthix hybrid focused his mind's eye away from the material world, but instead, on that of the force. It was not difficult for the seasoned force user to grasp onto the force and further expand his senses outward.

Moving past that of Hala and the crew of the Crimson Dragon, Vaulkhar focused upon the force, searching for anything that was out of place. The small well of force energy that was Hala and the others was nothing to worry about, as they were easily identified as force-inept allies. But as per earlier, nothing seemed out of place. With that, he leaned forward and applied pressure to his communications device, reactivating it.

"I'm not seeing anything out there on the radar and I'm not feeling anything through the force as of yet. Everything seems alright. Stay safe out there, all."

[member="Dango Fess"] [member="Hala Jast"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Dango Fess"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"]

Sound didn't travel in space, but light certainly did. Of all her time spent in the black Hala was most cautious about things that glinted. they were one of two things. One they could be treasure, or two..... TROUBLE!

And the flash ever so minute caught her eye from far away. Pieces of debris were moving, but much faster than other pieces around them. Almost as if they had been.... displaced? The rogue Captain continued watching, hand hovering over the detonation trigger. Should she blow it? Should she wait?

Then again on the other side of the hull was quite possibly a hundred bars of pure platinum.

A Hundred bars of straight credits.

"You guys see anything on the scanners Dragon five and Dragon two?"

Then Dragon five reported.

It was about fifty fity now.

This was a time for caution. Alliance already had her and the crew tagged. The last thing she wanted was to get in a shoot out over stealing some gold bars, but by the void if that's what it took....

"Alright feth it. FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

The noise would have made a boom if not for the vacuum. Instead what happened was the explosive detonated, ripping the weakened parts of the hull away in a brief flash of fire as air in the ship fed the burst of flame. And then she was moving, running as fast as one could run in mag boots towards the weakened section.

"Hulk now! Double time, smash that bucket o' tin!"

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Aerion's ship continued through the void of space and the debris field that was occupying this extremely small part of space, if you took into account how large Space actually was.

If the young Tythonian Hybrid had used the Force more, perhaps he would've been sensed through the nullification resin that was built into the ship, perhaps a lot of other things could've happened too. But those blips on his sensors continued on without seeming to know he was there. Clearing his throat, did he have the authority to arrest all of these people? His sensors told him there were at least three people, but there could've been more in the derelict ship.

Were they scavenging for parts?

Most likely, he could only imagine that was the reason why they'd be in a practically blown up ship, but regardless he continued to guide his ship through the debris until he spotted [member="Vaulkhar"]'s ship ahead.

Thankfully, the Stealth-X was near impossible to see in the void of space. Either way, he spoke on the open frequency.

"Cease whatever activities you are conducting here. The Galactic Alliance controls the Space you are currently operating in. Identify yourselves immediately or face the consequences."

His sensors immediately scanned their ships, both of them and ran them through the Galactic Alliance's database. It took some time, nearly a minute longer than if he had an astromech to do it for him, but it gave the outlaws enough time to respond to him if they so chose to. If not, well, Aerion wasn't the Jedi that his Father was, and he was definitely going to disable their ships.

[member="Hala Jast"], [member="Dango Fess"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

Lucky enough for Vaulkhar, he most likely will not pop up on the Galactic Alliance's database. For everything the young man has been through, until recently, he's never been in Galactic Alliance space and has never been arrested by any officers representing them. Then again, he had no clue how their database works.

Hearing the voice across the open frequency, he cursed himself almost immediately and quickly fired up his engine and the high-beam lights, quickly scanning the surrounding area around him, searching for the source ship. Unable to find the stealth ship, he quickly switched his own communication device to that of an open frequency and considered what to say next. His training with the Silver Sanctum Coalition would likely come in handy from this point forward. Clicking the device to transmit his voice across the frequency, he began to speak.

"Greetings and salutations officer of the Galactic Alliance, my name is Halion. While I understand this is Galactic Alliance space, we are simply salvaging parts to make a living. I ask you allow my friends here to finish the task they are currently undertaking aboard the vessel and we'll gladly get out of your hair. Simply trying to make some quick credits to feed the families, honestly. It is not as if you or your fellow officers of the Alliance had any plans with this salvage. Allows us to take it off your hands and we'll even clean up after ourselves."

He took his hand away and crossed his arms, waiting for a response from [member="Aerion Ivelisse"].

'This can become a problem. I'm not interested in a shoot out with this man and I'm sure Hala isn't going to give up until she gets her damn score. I have to keep him busy.'

[member="Hala Jast"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] [member="Dango Fess"]

And that was her cue. They were no doubt spotted now. Hala roared in frustration as the comm's opened up and the otherworldly voice was telling them to identify themselves. But she always had a good backup plan. I mean what smuggler didn't?

"Unidentified craft this is Galactic Alliance Salvage team 24 Alpha."

It was a super old code, something she'd bought off the black market as a contingency. It was not however meant to hold up to close scrutiny. The purpose was to buy about ten minutes as he cross checked it through the databases. Truth was Salvage team 24 Alpha was way on the other side of the planet recovering the burned out hulk of a Victory Class Stardestroyer.

"Dango, now would be great. All crew, All crew, as soon as they engage go defensive manuvers. Dragon Five you have interference. Dragon two bring the old junk bucket in close so we can jump from here to the airlock with the goods."

The line cutt off and she was left staring at the bulky now badly damaged hull.

"HULK NOW C'MON!"

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

A small fleet of 1 Consular class Cruiser, 4 Excelsior Class Cruisers, 2 Camel Class Freighters , and 5 Krate Class Cargo Corvettes jumped out of hyperspace into the desolate Coruscant orbit. It was probably too much if the Admiral wanted to avoid detection, but he was only here for a quick salvage. If he was caught by the Alliance forces, a First Order Admiral, Grand Admiral, at that, it would not end well for him. Kerkov may have been here on personal business for his Conglomerate, it didn't matter to the Alliance if he was captured. The cruisers began to create a circle of protection as the freighters and corvettes began to attach themselves to debris and pieces of destroyed ships, launching suited humanoids and droids into the vacuum searching for items of value.

Kerkov wanted to be in and out, once the corvettes and freighters had a good amount of salvaged materials they could return to Terminus and begin selling them on the market. Hopefully the cruisers could provide a good 360 degree protection while the cargo vessels did their duty. But all was up in the air here over Coruscant.

[member="Aerion Ivelisse"] [member="Hala Jast"]

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Aerion listened to what both conflicting reports said over the frequencies.

His own side of the commlink was off, but the Jedi Padawan wasn't so easily fooled. Not because he was some Jedi Investigator, as cool as that would be, but because he couldn't trust anybody. He wasn't social enough to believe in the honesty of strangers, and he damn well wasn't going to be believing these people when one of them said they were salvaging the ship, and the other voice said they were a salvage team.

He was a Jedi, but he stood by his words.

An opportunity had been given to be honest.

One of them must've been, the other must've been a lie.

The X-Wing sped along now, straight for the escape ship that was releasing ripples on his radar. He didn't lock onto the ship with lasers, he wasn't that good of a shot, but he was most definitely an expert when it came to actual flying. And fly he did.

Manuvering through the debris field, Young Ivelisse released one of the missiles at [member="Hala Jast"]'s parked ship. If it would've wanted to remain hidden, it would've had to of remained offline, deactivated, unless it had some stealth systems that Aerion knew nothing of. Besides, salvage ships were typically large, quite large. In addition, they had tractor beams to cart off large pieces of debris. This one? Definitely not a salvage ship. He was grinding his teeth upon each other as the Jedi Shadow Bomb was released from the X-Wing once clearing a large bulkhead floating peacefully through space.

With the Force, he guided it, flying along with it through Space before he arced up and away from the ship, and hopefully guiding the undetected bomb into the engines of the 'salvage' ship to disable it.

It'd stop them from getting anyway, and they'd be safe. Enough time for actual authorities to come in.

Due to [member="Vaulkhar"]'s ship having not spotted him originally, the highly maneuverable and ridiculously fast X-Wing would've likely been too fast to outmaneuver and get in the way of when the Jedi Padawan put the thrusters to full. But he didn't want to kill anyone, only disable and cripple.

And that was when many blips popped up on the sensors, but he didn't pay attention to that.

He was micromanaging, moreso than anyone who flew an X-Wing should.

This is gonna be trouble.

He didn't see them on his sensor, but he saw a lot of somethings that had no business being there.

Was this a One Sith Taskforce?

There was an immediate request for aide sent to Coruscant. It detailed the situation, and the datalogs picked up from his sensors, along with the commlink questions and responses.

[member="Dango Fess"]

 

[Sein Reith]

(ooc sorry irl buisness)

Dango hefted her power hammer.
" Lets get this thing done." she said leaping in to the ship following her boss lady.
She charged in activated her grenade launcher.
"Lets hit em hard and hit em harder. "

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar groaned in annoyance at the turn of events. His ship was fast, fast enough to break a blockade, fast enough to escape most cruisers to be honest. But not fast enough to keep up with the X-Wing, and that was just annoying. But what made this even more bothersome, was the sudden appearance of the First Order. Seeing the various ships now surrounding the debris field his cohorts were in, he quickly switched on his communications channel and reopened the open channel itself.

"Alright officer of the Alliance, I'm going to be frank. You've made our lives much more difficult than it had to be, when in reality, we were seriously salvaging a ship your faction had made absolutely no attempts to salvage. But to make matters worse, the First Order has arrived. Listen to me, we're surrounded and while I'm sure you can get the Galactic Alliance up here, I doubt they can get here fast enough. So we need to work together."

He quickly maneuvered through the debris field, moving towards the Crimson Dragon. He could likely break out of the ring of First Order ships, along with the Dragon but help was necessary. He opened his mouth and began to speak.

"I'm not sure who you are or what you are. And I don't really care. We're going to clear house and in order for all of us to survive, I suggest you help us."

And with that Vaulkhar turned to his little astromech, T7-L0S.

"TL, I need you to get on the gunner. Hit anything that comes close or shoots at us that isn't the Crimson Dragon or the ship that's currently in stealth. We're going to break the ring and get [member="Hala Jast"] and [member="Dango Fess"] out of here."

He quite literally floored it at that point as his vessel flew forward quickly, weaving in and out of the debris field until finally getting within sight of the Crimson Dragon. Clicking the small communications device at his ear, he opened up the private channel they'd been using.

"Hala, we have company. The First Order has arrived and it seems our Galactic Alliance friend has opened fire on the Dragon. We need to get out of here and stop coming into GA space."

[member="Aerion Ivelisse"]

 

[Republic Engineering]

When the One Sith had been driven from Coruscant nearly a month ago, much effort was rendered unto the planet and those that dwelled within its cavernous spires. The same was equally said about the skies above the sprawling city-world, as orbital debris posed a similar danger to those below, as it did to those navigating the bespeckled void. Thus, as the Battle of Coruscant had come to a tumultuous end, much of the wreckage was tractored out of the planet's gravity well and taken far away from the registered orbital traffic lanes. Such a move did not come without its dangers, as stockpiling so much spatial detritus in a singular spot was sure to draw the attention of Scavengers and other unsavory individuals.

Sure enough, when the perimeter drones had detected an unlawful entry into the debris field - the nearby patrolling vessels of the Alliance Navy were alerted to the intrusion. Once the data had been transmitted, decrypted, and relayed through the chain of command, several Warships were sent to intercept. Coruscant was the proverbial heart of the Galaxy and at the forefront of the Federation's war with the crumbling One Sith, thinking that their security was lax and that one would be able to slip in and out of the sector unnoticed was to be their folly.

Those vessels fortunate enough to find themselves within rapid response range were the "In Midnight Clad" a Kerrigan-Class Star Defender captained the notorious Fleet Admiral Astarii Saren, Hand of the Supreme Commander; Two Strike-Class Corvette's bearing the IFF designations "Shrike" and "Imura."; One Agave-Class Picket Ship "Itinerant." outfitted with an internalized Gravity Well Generator; Four Squadrons of OS-G2 Knight-Class Space Superiority Fighters; And finally, Four Peregrine-Class Gunships.

From the raised platform afore her tactical holo-display, the Hapan narrowed her augmented eyes as the situation materialized in a flicker of emerald and crimson light. They had known about the Conglomerate Vessels long before they had breached the thin veil of reality and spilled forth from the azure realm of Hyperspace. Such was the Alliance's control over the sector that nothing escaped their omniscient and benevolent gaze. While, yes, it was impossible to do the unthinkable and create an all-encompassing barrier to keep the undesirables out of their sphere of influence, it was markedly easier to divert such aspirations towards monitoring the events unfolding within one's sphere of influence. Less manpower would have to be diverted to fruitless endeavors, and the War against the One Sith and their ilk would be able to carry on - unhindered by the lack of volunteers.


As the image had finished rendering before her eyes, bathing her surroundings in a conflicting kaleidoscope of colors, the Fleet Admiral manipulated the image and watched as Cruisers, Corvettes, and Cargo ships spilled out into Realspace. Clearly, they believed themselves to be opportunists. Taking the spoils of war from the dead, without so much as asking for permission. If they had simply gone through the administrative process from the get go, it was unlikely such a heavy-handed response would be warranted. Instead, they began to circle about their smaller cousins in the vain hopes of protecting them from whatever trouble may arise. While the tactic was sound, it mattered little in the void. From looking at their formation, the Hapan could see several weaknesses that she could exploit - utterly crushing the opposition before they had time to react.

Though she would love nothing more than to eradicate these personified carrion, there were regulations she had to uphold. Rules of engagement that made the defining difference between what was morally right, and what made them akin to Sith. Blinking away the scrolling data feed that drowned her retinal display, Astarii turned towards her communications officer and relayed a simple string of commands, only to watch him effortless execute them mere moments later.

Cast through the silence of the void, the technician's voice - flecked by hints of a High Galactic accent - was sent on general channels in the hopes of reaching those aboard the small scavenging task force, and possibly those that had entered the debris field some time prior.

:: Unidentified Vessels. This is the 'In Midnight Clad'. You are hereby ordered to cease all illegal salvaging operations within the debris field, and return to open space - where you will be bound by law. Failure to comply with result in hostilities. ::

From there the message would repeat, invisible pulses into the bespeckled darkness of the void, each seeking to draw out those that had found themselves on the wrong side of the Alliance and the justice they brought. Whilst the transmission was cast into the void, the "Itinerant" halted its relentless advance with the rest of the dispatched battle group and began cycling it's gravity well generator to full power. As this would be troublesome to local transit authorities, several encrypted data packets were sent from the Agave-Class Picket Ship to various, nearby orbital controllers signaling them to the imminent activation of an interdictor field.

| [member="Hala Jast"] | [member="Dango Fess"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="William Kerkov"] |​

| [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] |​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Well, this looked to be bad timing.

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] had contracted with Corellia Digital to salvage, repair, gut, or just flat-out replace the subspace telecommunications infrastructure in and around the Coruscant System. Which, they'd begun with their fleet of Ruisto-class exploration vessels while working out the details with Galactic Alliance authorities for permission to bring the heavy lift into the system.

That being, a star destroyer.

But not just any star destroyer. The Intervention was an icon and relic of the Clone Wars, built for use by the Grand Army of the Galactic Republic more than eight hundred years ago. The ship had been uncovered by the Silver Sanctum Coalition on Boz Pity, and salvaged by Corellia Digital for use as a floating manufacturing plant. With this in the Coruscant System, they could pull in surviving satellites, perform intensive overhauls and repair work, or even fabricate new infrastructure to be deployed throughout the system. It could do in a matter of days what would take a Ruisto a month to accomplish.

Behind him, the large windows of the star destroyer's bridge were morphing from the view of hyperspace to the more familiar backdrop of stars, as the massive, dagger-shaped ship slowed from out of hyperspace to enter the Coruscant System. The small Anzat was in the midst of reviewing the initial deployment plan for the CD-9J that was finishing construction in the hold of the massive vessel.

"...we should look at placing a subspace relay here, in the Covey Belt..." the boy was remarked, as the Coruscant System was displayed in fine detail by the Sasori Astrometrics Lab that filled the back of the bridge.

"General!"

That was never something you wanted to hear. It sounded nice when you weren't a general, but - trust me - when ever people are calling you by title, it's not going to work out well for you.

Pivoting on his heel, he'd only taken a few steps forward when he saw a number of shaped against the cosmic backdrop. A stand-off was starting to take place. And they'd just exited the hyperlane right into it. "Oh, feth."

He was very well spoken for a Jedi.

The first mate was slightly more eloquent in addressing the situation. "Shields up!"

Spoiler: Corellia Digital Fleet

1x Venator-class Star Destroyer (Intervention)
12x Multi-Vector Self-Propelled Battle Droids, Mk I (in hangar)
2x Niathal-class shuttles (in hangar)
2x Tacyon-class light freighters (in hangar)
4x "Cricket" Light Construction Vehicles (in hangar)
1x YT-2400 light freighter (Alderaan Queen) (in hangar)

[member="Hala Jast"] | [member="Astarii Saren"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Dango Fess"] | [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] | [member="William Kerkov"]​