[member="Butch Mahan"]
Time had passed, and Kara had stripped down of her personally fancy uniform in front of other crew members and slipped in to the standard issue black naval stormtrooper armor. Her height adjusted, she finally fit inside it. As the crew didn't know what to do, they stood there, alone, afraid. Kara looked over and stared... Graf had given her the ability to care, and she could start to see where she was going wrong.... but the clarity could not grasp her yet, unfortunately she wouldn't be able to develop as her life was coming to a close, soon. "Stay inside this room, okay? The Remnant aren't heartless like me, they should follow protocol for you. You didn't fight back at all and you only did your crew duties as ordered. You should be questioned and released, or put back into service. I'm sorry," she finished as she turned to a comms panel on the wall and activated it. "Captain, are you there? Pick up, it's Kara."
"This is the Captain speaking, Kara, how are you?"
"Release my Death Squad, this is not going to end well for the Admiral."
"But Kara, the helmets aren't configured, they'll attack any-"
Kara slammed her fist against the wall, "Dammit! Activate my Death Squad, now!"
Kara pressed her forehead against the wall and internally screamed, becoming upset. Not angered, but sad. She came back to life a life beside Graf, it's all she wanted. She didn't want to be with him, or be close to him, but he was the first person she trusted, and now this insubordinate jerk off of an Admiral had screwed all that up for her. He is the Grand Admiral, though. Maybe Kara wasn't that special to Graf as much as the Admiral was... or Graf planned her execution because she was too dangerous. "WHY?!" she screamed. She pulled away from the wall, stressed out and in a mass fit, she reached to the case and grabbed her large
Power Hammer.
"They are activated, and are roaming the ship, Agent Kara."
Kara heaved her breaths. "Captain, call in my old
gunship, I want it to have fun with the Admiral and any more reinforcements he might be sending since I cleaned house earlier."
"But Agent Kara, I thought the weapons didn't really work, what did you want to do with it?"
"Just tell the droids to jump in and start ramming any transports it sees, and don't stop."
"Understood, Agent Kara. Also, it seems the Admiral is accessing your records, even the local ones on this ship. Is there anything else?"
Kara thought for a moment, shaking her head and laughing, "The Admiral would have to ask Graf himself what I really am! Most of my records are with the First Order! The new Emperor accepted me and I never had a formal examination. Oh, wait... but he'll know I stole that cruiser from the First Order, and killed every one of Grafs high valued targets... do you... do you think he'll be afraid of me, Captain?" She giggled maniacally as she thought. The comm was silent for a moment until Kara spoke up to see if he was still there. "Captain? Did we lose comms yet?"
"No. Our shields are still holding for the moment, but they'll be gone shortly. That new ship really has the firepower. We would have been knocked out earlier, otherwise, without this power transfer. Will this be our final conversation?"
Kara sighed, thinking. "Captain, I want you on an escape pod."
"Ah, so I see. But why would I abandon my ship, and you? Everyone else has left you, Kara, I-"
"Sydden!"
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"I'll start evacuation procedures... for those who can escape. Give them hell, Kara."
The Seducer began launching escape pods, but it was few and far between. A large majority of the crew was already dispersed into open space, and very few other places held any. But the Captain.... he would not be leaving the ship. "Stupid fething Admiral," she winced and groaned as she adjusted her body to conceal something under the armor. "One day someone is going to show him he doesn't rule squat."