Amidst the various ships passing through this sector of space churned an ugly hulk of durasteel strapped with engines. The Connestoga-class bulk freighter's transponder indicated it was a cargo ship bound for a nearby orbital outpost, burdened with supplies. A common sight in the galaxy.
Communication with the destination would indicate the ship was scheduled for delivery, but was running a day late. Not a rare occurrence, by any means. Space travel had come far in the millennia, but there were still countless obstacles to face from system malfunctions to unmarked gravitational pulls to pirates.
The colossal floating box moved steadily onward, approaching a Panathan warship. Was it the Ruination? Who is to say.
[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Imperia"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Rigor"] | [member="Blackthorne"] | [member="Athena Heron"]
Communication with the destination would indicate the ship was scheduled for delivery, but was running a day late. Not a rare occurrence, by any means. Space travel had come far in the millennia, but there were still countless obstacles to face from system malfunctions to unmarked gravitational pulls to pirates.
The colossal floating box moved steadily onward, approaching a Panathan warship. Was it the Ruination? Who is to say.
[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Imperia"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Rigor"] | [member="Blackthorne"] | [member="Athena Heron"]