Vanguard,
Eternal Empire Homeworld
In her Kanasaza-class heavy cruiser, Dresta’s warship maneuvered through the stars like a hungry beast heading towards its latest meal. As a frail human was destined to be in the stomach of a hungry Graug when confronted by one, the belly of Dresta’s cruiser would soon be home to something new. A shipment of biodroids had been purchased from a shadowy shell company out of the outer rim. On paper, it was responsible for mining. Some day, Dresta hoped, that would be a reality. Hopefully, this would increase Dresta’s power within the feudal factions of the Lords of the Sith. There were competitors of hers that were less skilled in the Force, but with enough of a power base to out-do her; those that were stronger and had an equivalent amount; and, most worryingly, those that were both more powerful and had a far superior power base. Now, that would be balanced out a bit.
The bridge of the Typhoon was bustling, and though the bridge crew was only at half of its capacity Dresta, from the comfort of her command chair, could easily remark as to the efficiency of her crew as they went through the paces of preparing to take a decently sized shipment of droids.
”The planet has hailed us. They ask our business.” Someone onboard the ship said.
”Tell them we are here to pick up a shipment, and that we have a limited amount of freighters, all of which are busy elsewhere.” She said. Dresta knew what she intended to do. The battalions would be picked up from the selected location by transports onboard the Typhoon. For now, however, they hadn’t landed.
Dresta picked up her holocommunicator, the iconic round device still a staple in communication. She’d appear on the other end as a smaller figure than she really was, features and nature hidden behind the helm of her armor. Dresta nodded.
”Greetings. I have arrived to pick up the shipment. I assume they are ready by now. At which landing pad should my personal transport arrive at?”
Eternal Empire Homeworld
In her Kanasaza-class heavy cruiser, Dresta’s warship maneuvered through the stars like a hungry beast heading towards its latest meal. As a frail human was destined to be in the stomach of a hungry Graug when confronted by one, the belly of Dresta’s cruiser would soon be home to something new. A shipment of biodroids had been purchased from a shadowy shell company out of the outer rim. On paper, it was responsible for mining. Some day, Dresta hoped, that would be a reality. Hopefully, this would increase Dresta’s power within the feudal factions of the Lords of the Sith. There were competitors of hers that were less skilled in the Force, but with enough of a power base to out-do her; those that were stronger and had an equivalent amount; and, most worryingly, those that were both more powerful and had a far superior power base. Now, that would be balanced out a bit.
The bridge of the Typhoon was bustling, and though the bridge crew was only at half of its capacity Dresta, from the comfort of her command chair, could easily remark as to the efficiency of her crew as they went through the paces of preparing to take a decently sized shipment of droids.
”The planet has hailed us. They ask our business.” Someone onboard the ship said.
”Tell them we are here to pick up a shipment, and that we have a limited amount of freighters, all of which are busy elsewhere.” She said. Dresta knew what she intended to do. The battalions would be picked up from the selected location by transports onboard the Typhoon. For now, however, they hadn’t landed.
Dresta picked up her holocommunicator, the iconic round device still a staple in communication. She’d appear on the other end as a smaller figure than she really was, features and nature hidden behind the helm of her armor. Dresta nodded.
”Greetings. I have arrived to pick up the shipment. I assume they are ready by now. At which landing pad should my personal transport arrive at?”
