ADM. Reshmar
Directorate Officer Fleet Admiral SJC 3rd Fleet
Ruisto System two weeks after the battle of Balmorra...
The old cruiser dropped out of hyperspace venerable and proud as it returned home tot he yard where it had been built so many centuries ago. The last of its class, the Tempestuous had survived so many wars. It had survived drydock for nearly four hundred years, Recommissioning and again more war. Now her final days would pass here in the very slip she had been built. The last of the Grey Damsel-class would be scrapped for parts. Salvaged for anything useful left in her ageing hull. Serviced and deconstructed by technicians who would study every part of her for any lost tech the Mon Calamari may find.
Reshmar accompanied the ship personally. Her service and the honor of laying her to rest demanded his presence. Here at the dry dock facility, many such ships lay waiting for their day to be released from service and their name and registry recycled for a new vessel. Many such vessels sit quietly like ghosts watching time pass them by. Some are recalled to service, some lay wasting and falling apart from the centuries of neglect and time. MCS could not afford to keep every ship in the reserve drydock in shape. They simply had too many old ships for every single one to be kept in usable condition. Many of the ship sin the reserve had been recalled to build cheap starships for the governments of the galaxy. Some studied, some scrapped like Tempestuous. But to Reshmar they all deserved respect.
"We're docking now Admiral" said one of Reshmar's aids. Reshmar nodded and looked out the window at the lines of ships sitting still and dormant. thousands upon thousands of them awaiting their day to be free.
The old cruiser dropped out of hyperspace venerable and proud as it returned home tot he yard where it had been built so many centuries ago. The last of its class, the Tempestuous had survived so many wars. It had survived drydock for nearly four hundred years, Recommissioning and again more war. Now her final days would pass here in the very slip she had been built. The last of the Grey Damsel-class would be scrapped for parts. Salvaged for anything useful left in her ageing hull. Serviced and deconstructed by technicians who would study every part of her for any lost tech the Mon Calamari may find.
Reshmar accompanied the ship personally. Her service and the honor of laying her to rest demanded his presence. Here at the dry dock facility, many such ships lay waiting for their day to be released from service and their name and registry recycled for a new vessel. Many such vessels sit quietly like ghosts watching time pass them by. Some are recalled to service, some lay wasting and falling apart from the centuries of neglect and time. MCS could not afford to keep every ship in the reserve drydock in shape. They simply had too many old ships for every single one to be kept in usable condition. Many of the ship sin the reserve had been recalled to build cheap starships for the governments of the galaxy. Some studied, some scrapped like Tempestuous. But to Reshmar they all deserved respect.
"We're docking now Admiral" said one of Reshmar's aids. Reshmar nodded and looked out the window at the lines of ships sitting still and dormant. thousands upon thousands of them awaiting their day to be free.