There's Always A Bigger Ship

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Good noodles: [member="Levi Hutch"], [member="Seraya Whisperwind"]

Sage would gaze at the monstrosity that was the ship, she was appalled by the sight of it, it was like a manifestation of the tyranny she had lived under her whole life, she would gaze around while her hand remained on the hilt of her lightsaber, she was ready to fight... to the death if thats what it took to end this. She would saw Levi who she thought was gorgeous, her captain and the co-pilot and a few others

 

[Nyree Justice]

[member="Travis Caalgen"]

"OooooOooo-oooo-oooo, I wanna knooooooowwww hooooowwww looooooveeeee feeeeeeelsssss," Nyree belted into the hairbrush that served as her improv mic for now.

The heavy bass was kicking in hard as the young lady raised her fist in a defiant show of power. It was her cabin in her luxury ship the Sky Princess, but that didn't mean she couldn't be a total pop star.

"I can beer yooourr--Hey!" the song was cut off by a beep from the Princess' control console. They had arrived.

Nyree sighed and put her brush back on her makeup stand. With a flick of the switch the young merchant pulled her ship from hyperspace.

The Kothlis Shipyards appeared, almost like a magic act. Some Moff--or something, or whatevs they were called--had paid her to bring in some luxury goods for this big ship. It was just like high end leather seats, art work, stuff like that to adorn the officer's decks.

She looked at the bigger warships flying around. It was pretty massive, this metal wedge they were working on, not to mention the other Star Destroyers that were in play here.

She gave a low whistle, "That's cray cray."

She tapped on the coms, "Heya! This is Nyree on the Sky Princess. I'm coming in with some sweet goods. Just tell me where to park her and I'll drop these eye candies off. Ok? Kisses."

 

[RC 212]

Bad Guys: [member="Travis Caalgen"]
Freedom Fighters: [member="Levi Hutch"] [member="Sage Kennedy"] :: OOC: Tagging Just Travis for now. Others as they engage.

[member="Arisa Yune"]s' commo would not reach them. They were far too deep in enemy space for Seraya to have left her comms on. Well the important ones anyway's. All traffic to her personal data pad across the Cryptnet was being rerouted through multiple servers in Naboo, Nar Shaada and Tatooine then being bit packaged to Coruscant.

Safety first.

When they reached the vessels docking range, Seraya kept up her focus. They still had the cloak of the white current pulled tight against their hull, rendering them as a Lambda. She did manage to get off one thought into Levi's head as they approached. She'd hear almost as if it was spoken to her.

Dock

This was the tricky part. Cuz after they docked, it'd be all hands on deck to sneak about the place and mess things up.

Good thing she bought those Stormtrooper Armors a few months back...

 

[Travis Caalgen]

Allies: [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Aram Kalast"] | [member="Alric Kuhn"] | [member="Nyree Justice"]
Enemies: [member="Seraya Whisperwind"] | [member="Sage Kennedy"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Levi Hutch"]

Senior Comms Technician Kala'myr scrutinized every bit of data that scrolled through her computer terminal, taking the most crucial data segments and pieces of information and sending them off to the next station.

The request to dock was not one that she hadn't heard before, having gone through a similar process at least thirty times that day as cargo shuttles carrying items of interest whizzed too and from their stations to the star dreadnought, but this most recent one had to be the most bizarre and unprofessional one yet.

"Heya! This is Nyree on the Sky Princess. I'm coming in with some sweet goods. Just tell me where to park her and I'll drop these eye candies off. Ok? Kisses" Came a rather feminine, and downright eardrum-scratching voice out of the technician's headset. Kala'myr thought for a second, registering what in nine hells she just heard, before checking the cargo registry for the vessel.

The 'Sky Princess' was indeed set to deliver luxury goods for the crew, so the technician pressed down on a switch and spoke "Sky Princess, this is Project Spearhead Docking Control, you are cleared for approach. Please land in Docking Bay Seventy-Two and stand-by."

Kala'myr sat back and took a sip of caf, today was an interesting day for sure.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere on the bridge, an ensign in charge of scanning perked up as a new signature appeared on scanners, he quickly turned around to face Director Caalgen.

"Director, sir, scanners are picking up an unauthorized Lambda shuttlecraft on scanners. They are broadcasting Imperial IFF tags, but they do not have the proper clearance." He alerted, staring at the man for his orders.

Caalgen scowled, he hated having to deal with incompetent pilots, or the commander who had sent said pilots. "Tractor them in, I want to know what they are doing here instead of at their post." He commanded, before returning his gaze back at the corporation representatives.

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[Theme]​

One of the tractor beam modules on the super star destroyer would power up and cast an invisible grip over the Lambda shuttlecraft and began to drag the ship closer to the star dreadnought before a voice would appear over the communications of the shuttle.

"Lambda shuttlecraft, you are in an unauthorized part of Imperial space, per protocol you will be placed in a secure docking bay and inspected. Throttle back your engines and prepare to be boarded. That is all." It would say before cutting out as suddenly as it had started.

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The ship was pulled in front of a docking bay, with several turbolasers facing it but slowly turning away the closer the vessel got to its destination. Inside docking control, technicians working the tractor beam flipped various levers.

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"Clear Bay Fourty-Five. We are opening the magnetic field." An intercom uttered while the unknown ship began to enter the bay, phasing through the field that kept the atmosphere from being sucked out into space.

As the ship settled down, stormtroopers and crews rushed to accommodate the new shuttlecraft. The stormtroopers themselves lining up outside the landing ramp with their weapons raised, waiting for the inspection team for arrive.

"Close all outboard shields, close all outboard shields." Echoed through the hangar bay, signaling that the bay's shield was closed.

The shuttle was trapped.

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[Valkren Calderon]

"Colonel Calderon!" A vocoded voice echoed out in one of the hangars aboard the Ghost station that drifted in Hutt space.

Valkren Calderon looked over his shoulder, his helmet that completed his Wraith Class Stealth Armour slightly restricting his view, causing him to turn his entire body to see where the voice had come from. He let a sigh of relief to see one of the members of 228th Special Operatives, whom was now on a jog from one of the open corridors out of the hanger, over to Valkren. The other soldier dodged wreckage and age-old supplies before reaching the colonel.

"Incoming call from Grandmaster Yune, Sir." The operator stated this as he began to take out a transponder for the conversation, before directing his vision from behind his visor at the corpse that was laid out behind Valkren. The young colonel followed the direction of the man's helmeted head, to the mangled corpse of a transdoshan. He then returned to the soldier at hand, cocking a brow.

"He's not getting back up, Harris. Leave the comms device here and go get the rest of the team."

"Yes Sir." At this point, the soldier had handed over the transponder and begun to turn on his heels to retrieve the rest of the team they inserted with, only being stopped by Valkren once more.

"Harris."

"Yes sir?"

"Your cigarettes." Valkren only smiled from behind his visor at this point, while the man across from him had dropped to one knee, fishing a pack out from inside his left boot, then dropping it in the colonel's open hand before running off. Valkren looked down to the pack, sliding it into one of the pouches on his chest plate. He placed the transponder on the ground, then stood and removed his helmet, a line of crusted blood matting the top right corner of his forehead and the dirty blonde hair in that area, caused by a blunt force injury. He'd live though, they always do. He stood there and waited for the connection to go through.

In Arisa's office, Colonel Valkren Calderon appeared in holo, a smile tugging at his lips as he spotted Arisa. "Good to see you Ma'am, alittle early for a check in though?"

[member="Travis Caalgen"] [member="Levi Hutch"] [member="Seraya Whisperwind"] [member="Baron Morcus"] [member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] [member="Alric Kuhn"] [member="Victor Adraas"] [member="Jaegis Volasses"] [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"] | [member="Arisa Yune]

 

[RC 212]

Bad Guys:[member="Travis Caalgen"]
Freedom Fighters: [member="John Shepherd"] [member="Levi Hutch"] [member="Sage Kennedy"] ::

Aboard The Fleabag
Now In the Hangar of the SSD

Loadout:

• Dragoon Heatbeam
• S-3 Mangler Sonic pistol
• G-35 Assault Rifle-2x Attachments

• Under-barrel tensor cannon
• K-40 Under-barrel grenade launcher
  6x- >>>Brimstome round
• 3x-Tangler Grenade:

• G-35 Shooting: Fireball Ammo
• Gypsy Spacer Outfit: Under Disguise Stormie Armor
• Scanner Droids
• Rebel Corusca Signet Ring
• Mad Explosives:: Proton Charges w/Adhesive Strips
• Lightsaber (Hidden)

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"Well that pretty much does it. We may be karked." She said out loud. The illusion dropped right away, and they found themselves looking like an old Jast 1 again. It was never meant to hold forever and the fact that the docking shields had closed was a dead tip off. She reached down to the deck and popped two hatches, motioning to her compatriots.

(Look in my bio. Assume that gear is on the ship and available for you to use.)

"Better load up on gear. You can take whatever you need. But throw these on for good measure. We can either hide, BS, or fight our way in there, your choice." As she spoke she tossed them the Storm Trooper out-fitts and began to load her self out.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond C’artyom and his squad of cloned Chiss agents marched through the decks of the station unabated. They were a elite special forces team and everyone knew it. It was in the way they walked, the way they moved. These men were no joke and very deadly. Equipped with verpine pistols and disruptor rifles. Armored with phrik plated stealth cloaks, which enabled them to infiltrate even the deadliest of places. They were Inferno squad and they did not play games. Word had come through of a Lambda class transport that had magically turned into a Jast 1 as it began to dock. It had to be Jedi and the special agents knew it. They were equipped to kill these force users in almost every way. Which is why they were the ones being sent to handle this little situation. Followed by Baron Morcus they were truly a force not to be trifled with. Desmond figured he’d give them one chance to surrender and even leave, but should they fail to comply… Things would get very bloody, very fast. They approached bay Forty Five and prepped for entry. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Morcus, by your lead sir,”[/SIZE]

 

[John Shepherd]

Bad Guys: [member="Travis Caalgen"]
Freedom Fighters: [member="Seraya Whisperwind"] | [member="Levi Hutch"] | [member="Sage Kennedy"] |

Personal Equipment:

• Rebel Ring
• Dual Bloodstripe Hand Cannons (Pistols)
• RCFC MK-97 (Rifle)
• Sky-Strike Miniature Jump Pack
• TC-777 Armor

He looked at Seraya with a laugh, he never used anything but his own gear, and he always was packing something fun to play with. Deciding that he would be shot at a lot he took the heavy armor instead of taking his more lightweight armor. He quickly turned on the holo-emitter so he could wear his armor but look like a storm trooper.

"I wear my own things, but thanks for the offer, now lets make sure we don't get killed, I like my life just the way it is, alive and well thank you. But, it is time to pray that this emitter stays up, but it most likely will as long as we need it."

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Attention: [member="Kayrce"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Ardross"]

[Theme]​

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The miniature holoprojector that came standard issue for members of Inferno Squadron would suddenly begin blinking erratically before projecting the blue form of a red-armored Imperial Royal Guard. "Inferno Squadron; Stand-by for transmission from His Majesty." A thick-accented voice of a man would command.

Not long before did the Imperial Guardsman disappeared, being replaced by an older gentleman in a pure-white uniform complemented by a large, regal cloak, splaying down to the ground, it was Emperor Reginald Kardal. His mustache, bushier than even the Grand Moff's, would move as he spoke in a deep voice.

"Inferno Squadron, Grand Inquisitor, I appear before you today to give you a set of special orders that are imperative to the fate of the vessel you stand on today." Kardal explained "Imperial Intelligence has made known its fears of sabotage, and it is not a coincidence that this freighter happened to arrive out of nowhere, into the most heavily guarded section of Imperial space."

The monarch straightened his figure before continuing; "Therefore, you are to eradicate this threat to the Admonitor's security before they can carry out their directive. This is not just the will of me, but the will of the Empire itself, see to it that it is carried out."

And with that, the hologram would deactivate, Inferno Squadron had received their orders.

But could they complete them?

 

[Grozurra]

Fearless Leader: [member="Seraya Whisperwind"]
Opposing Dude: [member="Travis Caalgen"]

"Rarara huuuur rawruar." Grozurra said as he stomped a foot and gestured at his Beskar'kandar armor. He had gone through all the effort of disguising himself for this mission! His armor was painted white with black highlights and was covered with more Imperial stickers than a NASCAR driver's unitard has patches. "Hur raaaaaaawr."

Grozurra stood a few feet behind Ms. Whisperwind, still huffing in frustration about the pointlessness of his disguise now. Not so gently, the wookiee nudged [member="John Shepherd"] towards the door as he hefted his bowcaster. "Hrrrr rawrgrrrr."

 

[RC 212]

Bad Guys:[member="Travis Caalgen"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Freedom Fighters: [member="John Shepherd"] [member="Levi Hutch"] [member="Sage Kennedy"] [member=Grozurra] ::

Others: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

Aboard The Fleabag
Now In the Hangar of the SSD

Loadout:

• Dragoon Heatbeam
• S-3 Mangler Sonic pistol
• G-35 Assault Rifle-2x Attachments

• Under-barrel tensor cannon
• K-40 Under-barrel grenade launcher
  6x- >>>Brimstome round
• 3x-Tangler Grenade:

• G-35 Shooting: Fireball Ammo
• Gypsy Spacer Outfit: Under Disguise Stormie Armor
• Scanner Droids
• Rebel Corusca Signet Ring
• Mad Explosives:: Proton Charges w/Adhesive Strips
• Lightsaber (Hidden)

The Wookies armor concerned her. When she saw the super amount of stickers she grinned. Half of her wondered if he'd choke her out for suggesting putting binders on him and using him as a false prisoner. The old Trojan Horse trick. But the other half grunted.

"Yeahhh. Alright, ready?" She asked.

Instead of going out guns blasting she had a different idea. A trick she used often when she got boarded and one that would no doubt work pretty well, even now.

She popped another hatch, and slid the heavy deck plate back into the first one. Now that they were all kitted out they were ready to rock.

"Here's my favorite hidey hole. Try and cram in."

She lead the way, dropping into one of the hundred or so smugglers holds. The beauty of these babies were that they were lead shielded, which prevented folks from scanning exactly where they were and what they held. An intensive scan might reveal a hundred hollowish points in the hull, but nothing more.

She pushed into a corner and un-holstered her Dragoon Heatbeam. Her G-35 Assault rifle clattered a little against her armor. Yeah the disguise thing was off, but they could still wrangle a sneak attack. Then another idea struck her.

"John, you pretend to be the advance party. Once they board, whistle when your ready to take 'em out. After that we gotta get to the Reactor or Engineering. Either place should be good enough to blow up. That'll put a real damper on their day. Here take these, start mapping dude. We'll be waiting!"

She passed off two Scanner droids and then slid the hold shut once they were in, waiting with bated breath for the signal.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

The room had darkened as the message had played, not truly, but in the afterglow of the streaming blue hologram that had been the Emperor’s message even the brightest light of the room could not break the blue tint that had been left upon Kayrce’s eyes.

She glanced around her, members of Inferno squad all looking back. They were all on resting duty, given several days of regrouping after a series of operations in the south of Imperial space hunting down Rebellion remnants that had fled Kamino during the recent terrorist insurgencies. Yet they all knew that a message from the Emperor meant the utmost and Inferno Squad never rested.

“You heard His Grace.” She declared, her hand reaching out to where her helmet was mounted on the gear filled wall. “We are suspecting internal resistance against the framework of the ship, sweep and clean mission.”

“Just like the Tempest?” One of the others asked as Kayrce made sure her E-11 was primed and charged. The question had came from Inferno-3, Jace. He had recorded a number of kills on the Tempest op that had left them all in surprised respect at his ability and had sealed his position within the squadron.

“Just like the Tempest.” She paused as her helmet was slid across her face, the artificial heads up display igniting across her vision. “Just less blowing up of the ship.” They didn’t need collateral on their hands, not with this ship. “Inferno, move out.”

 

[Travis Caalgen]

Imperials: [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Kayrce"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
'Righteous' Scum: [member="Seraya Whisperwind"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | etc.

Director Caalgen approached the command console of the bridge, entering the codes that activated it, taking in all of the data that flowed passed the screen.

"Commander, activate the ion drives and prepare to take us out of the docking ring. Get crews to their stations, and ready the ship for the jump to hyperspace." Travis ordered, looking up at Commander Melkans, a gaunt-faced and loyal Imperial naval officer who also served with him aboard the Silencer.

Melkans nodded and walked over to the crew pits to relay the Military Director's orders while Caalgen opened a ship-wide intercom. "Today is the day we reveal to the galaxy that we are no longer a remnant of our ancestors, no longer do we turn to other powers for assistance. We have completed what the rest of the galaxy is afraid to start!" He roared triumphantly "A Star Dreadnought with power that knows no bounds! With this we will cement our rule across many sectors of the galaxy, and we will destroy the enemies of the state!"

"The Galactic Alliance, The Silver Jedi Order, the Outer Rim Coalition, and the Free Worlds! Their inferior vessels will tremble beneath the divine strength of the Admonitor-class Super Star Destroyer, the INV Pellaeon!" The Director finished. The Grand Moff himself had personally selected the name of the vessel, with the approval of the Emperor.

"All crewmen report to their stations, we are leaving the dock. I repeat, all crewmen report to their stations." The intercoms proceeded to announce after Caalgen's patriotic voice left them.

A loud whirring noise would continually build up after that moment, coming from the engineering section of the star dreadnought. Suddenly, a blast sounded and the entire ship began to move as the gargantuan, crimson ion drives propelled it forward.

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Meanwhile down in Docking Bay 45; Stormtroopers marched by each other, securing the area after the sudden change of imagery of the ship, which seemed to spook everyone. Blue-striped soldiers would begin to appear as the 501st took charge. Major Fleming, the 501st Commander, entered the command module of the bay for the sitrep by the technicians.

"Major, scans report no life-signs within the vessel. But there are several dozen hollow compartments throughout it, but our sensors can't seem to get a fix within them, that might mean there's some sort of item disturbing our instruments." The Chief Technician reported, nodding at the clone stormtrooper.

Norwan nodded "And what about the ship changing its appearance?" He asked. The Chief breathed in "We believe it may be some sort of technology, but an Inquisitor has theorized that there could be a powerful Force User among them, as no apprentice should be able to pull that off, she said."

'Curious', the commander thought, before turning on the spot so that he could meet his men down in the docking bay.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Travis Caalgen"] | @Whom It May Concern

In the end, it wasn't a droid that Vanir Technologies sent to conduct business with the Empire, it was a human.

Though Rigor could easily have posed as Alric Kuhn or any one of a dozen other officials, the automaton who practically ran Vanir eventually decided that a more...organic touch would be needed in order to actually conduct business with the Empire at all. It was a simplistic thing really, born mostly of the fact that the Empire itself was...well The Empire. It was best not to poke the bear, better to instead someone who was not only experienced in dealing with these matters, but also used to stuffed shirts and pointless ceremony.

Thus Einhardt Al'Kuhn was sent along.

The young man who had only been recently promoted to a more senior position had taken the opportunity upon himself and saw it for what it was, a way to make Vanir a whole lot of money. The Corporation was well known for building starships, even more well known for it's own production facilities. Whatever The Empire intended, even if it was only supplying materials, it was a way for the company to make money, and in the end that was what really mattered.

Of course Ein was entirely unaware of ATC's involvement, and since he wasn't capable of clairvoyance he had no idea that elements of the galaxy were currently trying to bring the Empire's new Flagship down to a burning wreck.

Those were all obstacles anyway, things that could be overcome.

 

[RC 212]

Bad Guys: [member="Travis Caalgen"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Freedom Fighters: [member="John Shepherd"] [member="Levi Hutch"] [member="Sage Kennedy"] [member=Grozurra] ::

Others: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

Aboard The Fleabag
Now In the Hangar of the SSD

Loadout:

• Dragoon Heatbeam
• S-3 Mangler Sonic pistol
• G-35 Assault Rifle-2x Attachments

• Under-barrel tensor cannon
• K-40 Under-barrel grenade launcher
  6x- >>>Brimstome round
• 3x-Tangler Grenade:

• G-35 Shooting: Fireball Ammo
• Gypsy Spacer Outfit: Under Disguise Stormie Armor
• Scanner Droids
• Rebel Corusca Signet Ring
• Mad Explosives:: Proton Charges w/Adhesive Strips
• Lightsaber (Hidden)

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She felt a familiar sensation rmble from the deck, up through her boots and nodded. She knew that feeling, and it was not good.
The rumble was the feel of engines tuning over. Massive engines.

"They're launching. If we wanna slow 'em down, we have to make this quick. Real quick...."

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Hyperspace
Allies: Freedom fighters [member="Seraya Whisperwind"] [member="John Shepherd"] [member="Levi Hutch"] [member="Sage Kennedy"] [member="Grozurra"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]
Enemies: [member="Travis Caalgen"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Lucien E. Irridius"]
Squadron: x12 Nevermore Bombers

On the edge of the Kothlis system, Thane and his squadron came out of hyperspace under the cloak of the never ending blackness of space. The stealth plating on the hull wouldn't even register on radar until it was too late. Their mission was to aid in the sabotage of the Imps new tug boat.


Over the infrared comms, Thane radioed a quick call to all wings, "Alright boys and girls, our target is the new SSD. Take out its mobility first. The move in with Ion to disable it altogether. Let's fly!" After which, Thane and the rest of his squadron flipped the switch on their communications jammers.

Coming in at top speed, Thane locked on target with a pair of Proton Rockets. Lights on the HUD flickered red a moment until the lock on was completed.

"Shove this up your tailpipe!" The rockets raced through the vacuum straight for the engines. Along with 22 other rockets, these Imps were about to have a very bad day.

 

[Travis Caalgen]

Allies: [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Kayrce"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Enemies: [member="Seraya Whisperwind"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="John Shepherd"]

[Theme]​

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The proton rockets prematurely detonated before they hit the engines, signalling that they had instead impacted on the first layer of the most powerful shielding in the Empire. The shockwave from the attack cause the star dreadnought to lightly rock as the inertial dampeners were still being tuned by technicians.

Soon after the klaxons would begin to sound throughout the entire ship, and the bridge went into a frenzy in response to this ambush. "Director, a squadron of bombers just tried to destroy our engine unit! First Shield Layer at ninety-nine percent!" An ensign cried from the crew pit, Caalgen scowled and turned "Launch all fighters." He commanded. The crew members just stared at him, and he snapped.

"ARE YOU DEAF?!? DEPLOY THE FIGHTER SQUADRONS!" The Military Director roared. Dozens of TIE Fighters and TIE Interceptors would begin to launch from several of the main hangar bays of the star dreadnought, screeching towards the engines where the bombers were detected.

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[Nyree Justice]

She heard the orders from the landing officer and scribbled it down on a nearby scrap piece of paper. Her thumb tapped the unmute button, "Ooh-Mm-Geez, you got it."

The teen flicked the line dead, careful to not mess up her new nail job. If one of those imperial low/no-fashion drones messed up her sparkly nails, she would be so salty. After all, it was only 2 days old.

"Pew pew pew, zooooom zoooooooom," she muttered, rocking in her pilot's chair as her hand gripped the joy stick. Her eyes wandered over the many massive ships as her Sky Princess weaved its way to the loading dock and eased onto its elegant landing struts with gorgeous flare. She flicked off the ship's control switches, powering down the prohibitively expensive luxury yacht down to idle. The teen checked her makeup in the mirror first. A woman had to look her best at all times, of course. "Lit."

The golden glided boarding ramp lowered with perfect harmony. Nyree frolicked down to the platform strutting her stuff as her form fitting dress fluttering around her with every step.

"Hey, heey, heeey stormies and impies, the swaggin wagon has arrived!" she shouted, her voice filling the landing bay.

[member="Travis Caalgen"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

Thane's jaw dropped as the shields of the collasus seemed unphased by 24 proton rockets, their payloads capable of crippling capital ships at this quantity. The shields must be redudant, and more than single layered. They'd not be taking this thing down today. It wasn't smart to stick around any longer.


All wings, mission is scrubbed, this thing is not going down this early in the day. We pop smoke and bug out. Sync navigation to my controls and we'll jump out of system as soon as the smoke screen is up.

Thane pulled the Nevermore around and from a long enough distance that locking on would have been useless, all twelve bombers released 24 more rockets and 72 proton torpedoes. Then the green lights lit up on the navigations computer, the bombers ascended and jumped out of system into the darkness....


[Exit stage left] [member="Travis Caalgen"]

 

[Travis Caalgen]

Caalgen watched the shields light up for the final time that day. Those who had wished to test the power of the star dreadnought had done so and failed spectacularly, turning tail and running back to their own space to lick their wounds. "Commander, what's the status of the freighter in the hangar bay?" The Military Director asked, pivoting to face the wrinkled ship commander. "Nothing has come from it yet, we believe it may have been on an automatic flight path as a decoy so that that bomber attack could proceed unhindered." He theorized "We plan to have a frigate take the ship to be recycled for scrap in the shipyards."

Travis nodded and turned back to watch the stars along the massive length of the super star destroyer. His final, most important achievement was complete, and was left without a scratch after overcoming its first minuscule trial. The Galactic Alliance most likely would figure out about the Empire's vessel and attempt to destroy it at every possible avenue, but Imperial engineering will stand up to even the most daunting of threats towards the integrity of the Empire.

He had made sure of it.

(Sorry about the short thread, [member="Seraya Whisperwind"], perhaps we can arrange something other than this and Bothawui!)