Saran Drast
Templar
Slowly walking to the bridge of the small, outdated Mon Calmarrai Corvette, Saran was tense. She had been wanting to do this for a while. The Silver Jedi's empire had taken Zyggeria, but still some slavers profited, hidden based across the galaxy. And one had a trade route passing by Sanctuary enough route to some far off planet in the Outer rim.
They should have chosen a different route.
The corvette shuttered as a blast tested it's shields. The EMPION blast had fired off. That ment they had arrived. Three ships, she sensed. Two transports and a smaller escort ship. Stepping onto the bridge, the Miraluka looked to the Admiral. "How much of a threat is that ship?" She asked.
"It's shields are hampered, and there's a possibility the weapons are offline." The older man said. A retired captain in the Protectorate Navy, Admiral Natashai knew more about space combat than Saran could dream of. And although she technically outrageous him, the Knight was content to learn from him. "I'd be surprised if they could even launch fighters."
Nodding, she turned th a Zyggerian standing near the door. They exchanged a long look for a moment. Four years ago, the man had tortured her, trying to break her to be an obedient slave before passing her along to a convoy. The ship's we're ambushed, and Saran had been freed, but she had never forgotten. It was the very reason she was here. A few months ago, the very man had joined the Galactic Liberation Collective. Slavers joining groups that free slaves. They were pushed to the front, acting as shields for the bulk. Eventually, they had begun training. For some reason, someone higher up had decided that Saran should command the group under him. Some days she thought the Force had a sense of humor.
"Lieutenant Farnor. Is the boarding party prepared?" The man nodded. "Good. I'll be with you shortly." The Zyggerian ran off to the troops. Turning back to the bridge, she gave the Order. "Admiral, commence attack. Be sure not to damage those transports."
As the ship began to move forward, raking the enemy ship's hull with plasma, the Knight sprinted to the landing bay. The corvette, while her command, was not what she excelled at. She would lead the boarding parties. Although she planned to learn how eventually. As the troops loaded on and they left with a small fighter escort to boot, the Knight couldn't help but smile. This was going to be good.
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They should have chosen a different route.
The corvette shuttered as a blast tested it's shields. The EMPION blast had fired off. That ment they had arrived. Three ships, she sensed. Two transports and a smaller escort ship. Stepping onto the bridge, the Miraluka looked to the Admiral. "How much of a threat is that ship?" She asked.
"It's shields are hampered, and there's a possibility the weapons are offline." The older man said. A retired captain in the Protectorate Navy, Admiral Natashai knew more about space combat than Saran could dream of. And although she technically outrageous him, the Knight was content to learn from him. "I'd be surprised if they could even launch fighters."
Nodding, she turned th a Zyggerian standing near the door. They exchanged a long look for a moment. Four years ago, the man had tortured her, trying to break her to be an obedient slave before passing her along to a convoy. The ship's we're ambushed, and Saran had been freed, but she had never forgotten. It was the very reason she was here. A few months ago, the very man had joined the Galactic Liberation Collective. Slavers joining groups that free slaves. They were pushed to the front, acting as shields for the bulk. Eventually, they had begun training. For some reason, someone higher up had decided that Saran should command the group under him. Some days she thought the Force had a sense of humor.
"Lieutenant Farnor. Is the boarding party prepared?" The man nodded. "Good. I'll be with you shortly." The Zyggerian ran off to the troops. Turning back to the bridge, she gave the Order. "Admiral, commence attack. Be sure not to damage those transports."
As the ship began to move forward, raking the enemy ship's hull with plasma, the Knight sprinted to the landing bay. The corvette, while her command, was not what she excelled at. She would lead the boarding parties. Although she planned to learn how eventually. As the troops loaded on and they left with a small fighter escort to boot, the Knight couldn't help but smile. This was going to be good.
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