SETTING
The time had finally come. The Pirate coalition of newly formed and armed ships was on the prowl. Informants had dropped a juicy morsel into their lap. There was to be a convoy of merchant vessels protected by a smaller fleet of ships headed to Hollastin. Onboard was rumored to be either gold or platinum and a large cache of weapons and supplies for war. Hollastin was gearing up to defend its territory from either the Bryn or to resist the Silver Jedi Concord. Whilst their eyes were turned to their neighbors in the north that left them vulnerable from southerly space. All of Hollastins main fleet was arrayed on the northern border of their hexes at the behest of the Admiralty.
Our tale begins with a small five ship flotilla making it's way at half speed through space. Hollastin's valiant Rear Admiral, Adrian Carlock is escorting the merchant convoy on what appears to the galaxy as just another blue milk run, bringing goods in along one of the trade hubs many routes.....
HOLLASTIN; 1 PARSEC FROM ORBIT
HOLLASTIN MERCHANT MARINE FLEET
REAR ADMIRAL ADRIAN CARLOCK
HNV Spear of Hollastin - Gurrcat 9600-series Heavy Frigate
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HNV Reaper - Terrik Series Attack Frigate
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HNV Vengeance - Terrik Series Attack Frigate
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HNV Defiant - Terrik Series Attack Frigate
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HNV Shield - Terrik Series Attack Frigate
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It was another day on the large black expanse for the Admiral. He'd held a Captains Mast for an unruly Sailor caught stealing and written his signature on dozens of request forms. The old man ran his hand through his silvery hair, planted firmly in his seat behind a grand oak desk. His quarters was the only place he found solace. They were simple, with a Hollastin flag, a few books and a holo globe of the planet in decoration. After a lifetime of struggle the Admiral was a simple man.
So far they'd had an uneventful trip. That was the way he liked it. The arms he was transporting and the money would be reinvested in the Capitol and give the people of Hollastin a chance to resist whatever major power would come for them next.
The comms beeped and he grunted, smoothing his uniform and placing his service cap upon his head. An old wrinkly finger pressed the switch, presenting a ghostly blue image of his Executive officer Major Talcot.
"Yes Major?"
"Sir, we have something on long range scopes. Could be an asteroid, could be something else. Shall I prepare the fleet for hyperspace jump short range?"
He mulled that question over. They could micro jump closer to orbit and radio for reinforcements. But that would mean he would be known as the spooked Admiral. No it could truly be asteroids or something else.
"Negative, set the fleet to condition 2, keep present course and heading. Alert me to any changes immediately."
"Will do Sir. Talcot out."
He glanced back down at the stack of paperwork on his desk and growled. The paper could wait, he had a date with the mess hall. The admiral rose and shoved his chair into the desk, stretching wide. It promised to be another boring day....