T'yr Dellos
Imperial
T'yr Dellos' leather boots clanked upon metal floors as he strolled through the twisting corridors of his new ship. The Celestial Blight II was to be a replacement and improvement upon the original that had been badly damaged during the fall of Crina. His hands were behind his back and one of the engineers that had helped to design and build the ship trailed in his wake. "How many crew?" Lt Commander Dellos asked as they passed through a large hallway, lined on either side by barracks. As near as he could tell, they were roughly halfway through his walk from the bow of the ship to the stern.
"Optimal crew is upwards of six thousand, sir." Said the young engineer. T'yr could feel the man's nervousness and did what he could to force calmness upon the man. "Including roughly two thousand marines."
"Stormtroopers, Lieutenant. Stormtroopers." T'yr responded. "The Imperial Navy does not have Marines. It has Stormtroopers."
The two continued the walk in relative silence. The ship was far more empty than Lt Commander Dellos was accustomed to. She was entering the final shakedown stages before her official commissioning. Weapons had been loaded into the armory, live ordnance had been installed in here torpedo bays with reserve ammo stored in her cargo bay alongside hundreds of tons of tibanna gas for the ships many turbolasers. Every system was being checked and triple checked to ensure that the big girl was in proper working order. It was the calm, awkward time when the construction crews had all but left her hull and the naval crew had not yet claimed her. The ship almost felt lonely to T'yr.
"Optimal crew is upwards of six thousand, sir." Said the young engineer. T'yr could feel the man's nervousness and did what he could to force calmness upon the man. "Including roughly two thousand marines."
"Stormtroopers, Lieutenant. Stormtroopers." T'yr responded. "The Imperial Navy does not have Marines. It has Stormtroopers."
The two continued the walk in relative silence. The ship was far more empty than Lt Commander Dellos was accustomed to. She was entering the final shakedown stages before her official commissioning. Weapons had been loaded into the armory, live ordnance had been installed in here torpedo bays with reserve ammo stored in her cargo bay alongside hundreds of tons of tibanna gas for the ships many turbolasers. Every system was being checked and triple checked to ensure that the big girl was in proper working order. It was the calm, awkward time when the construction crews had all but left her hull and the naval crew had not yet claimed her. The ship almost felt lonely to T'yr.