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Aboard the Victory II-class Star Destroyer Requiem
There was a beep at the door and Mason reached over to press the release, opening it. A Lieutenant stepped in, Cranson if he remembered the man's name correctly.
"Sir, we're about ten minutes from reversion at Crina. The Captain wanted me to let you know."
"Thank you, Lieutenant. Would you please see to it that the Emperor is also made aware? He will want to know as well."
"Yes, sir."
The man left, leaving Mason to his work in preparation for their arrival. After his ship had been taken over by enemy forces, he'd been forced to abandon it for the lesser vessel he rode in now. The Emperor hadn't been too happy to be cramped into the Captain's cabin on such a small ship, but that was life. It wouldn't be for long, regardless. Temporary quarters were sometimes a necessary evil.
Before him was a status report on the world they were en route to. Intelligence said it was wrought with an internal conflict. A rebel group had risen up against the rightful rulers of the world, feeling that they were being oppressed or some such nonsense. They thought they deserved better, so instead of keeping the world at peace they resorted to violence and created strife for everyone. It was this kind of crap that the Empire stood to put down. Order was necessary.
The enemy forces were weak, even by comparison to the older model ships left in his small force. He couldn't even call it a fleet anymore as they didn't have any true command vessels. It was more of a battle group than anything else. Regardless, it would be more than a match for the ships they'd be up against when they arrived.
Rising, he straightened his uniform and walked from his quarters and up to the bridge. The Emperor was already seated in the captain's chair so he moved down a level out of deference to their illustrious leader. A salute was offered to the man once he'd taken his position, and a respectful bow of the head returned by the Emperor. The man was young, and though he had military intelligence, the Emperor was of the blood line and hadn't really taken to military training as much as his political grooming. No matter, though. That's what Mason was for.
"Five minutes to reversion, Admiral."
"Very good. Upon reversion all ships should raise shield and charge weapons. I want us prepared. This world will be the new Imperial Capital. Let's show them why."
There was a beep at the door and Mason reached over to press the release, opening it. A Lieutenant stepped in, Cranson if he remembered the man's name correctly.
"Sir, we're about ten minutes from reversion at Crina. The Captain wanted me to let you know."
"Thank you, Lieutenant. Would you please see to it that the Emperor is also made aware? He will want to know as well."
"Yes, sir."
The man left, leaving Mason to his work in preparation for their arrival. After his ship had been taken over by enemy forces, he'd been forced to abandon it for the lesser vessel he rode in now. The Emperor hadn't been too happy to be cramped into the Captain's cabin on such a small ship, but that was life. It wouldn't be for long, regardless. Temporary quarters were sometimes a necessary evil.
Before him was a status report on the world they were en route to. Intelligence said it was wrought with an internal conflict. A rebel group had risen up against the rightful rulers of the world, feeling that they were being oppressed or some such nonsense. They thought they deserved better, so instead of keeping the world at peace they resorted to violence and created strife for everyone. It was this kind of crap that the Empire stood to put down. Order was necessary.
The enemy forces were weak, even by comparison to the older model ships left in his small force. He couldn't even call it a fleet anymore as they didn't have any true command vessels. It was more of a battle group than anything else. Regardless, it would be more than a match for the ships they'd be up against when they arrived.
Rising, he straightened his uniform and walked from his quarters and up to the bridge. The Emperor was already seated in the captain's chair so he moved down a level out of deference to their illustrious leader. A salute was offered to the man once he'd taken his position, and a respectful bow of the head returned by the Emperor. The man was young, and though he had military intelligence, the Emperor was of the blood line and hadn't really taken to military training as much as his political grooming. No matter, though. That's what Mason was for.
"Five minutes to reversion, Admiral."
"Very good. Upon reversion all ships should raise shield and charge weapons. I want us prepared. This world will be the new Imperial Capital. Let's show them why."