Aboard the Anarchy's Doom, Captain Talyn Krane idly drummed her fingers on the armrest of her command chair.
The Imperial Remnant's territory was still relatively small; they were consolidating their power, bringing these backwater systems fully under the iron rule of Imperial law. Besides the occasional engagement with pirates and other undesirables, like the recent skirmish she had orchestrated over Rishi, Talyn found herself confined to routine patrols between the three worlds their budding empire had definitively claimed. That was what brought her star destroyer to the Kamino system, now the seat of the Emperor's power. It might as well be a parade detail; she was there to be the public face of the fleet, showing the locals that they were safe under the Remnant's protection - and also that they were watched by a power that could obliterate them in seconds, should their loyalty come into question.
For a combat-hardened officer, it was mind-numbingly boring. She had used the time to catch up on reading, devouring a dozen treatises on naval tactics and military history, and it had still failed to pass the entirety of the dragging downtime. She had turned up the gravity in the officers' gym and increased her workout routine to twice daily, re-toning the muscles of her slim form to her satisfaction, and even that had not filled the empty hours. She knew that this was a necessary step in bringing order to this corner of the galaxy, that there would be conquests and glory in the months and years to come, but still she felt wasted on these long patrols. So it was with not inconsiderable satisfaction that she received the report of an unauthorized starship coming out of hyperspace in this heavily restricted system.
A freighter was hardly a challenge, but it was at least a diversion, and it would keep her in the mindset of command.
"Shields up," Talyn ordered. One could never be too careful. "Charge port turbolasers and tractor beams." The Anarchy's Doom was a deadly warship, already a veteran of several engagements; she was confident in its power to shred any threat. The incoming ship showed up on her sensor screen - a battered Gozanti-class cruiser, civilian as far as she could tell. Sensors would get a read on its cargo and crew, provided there were no sensor baffles in place; it was possible the vessel belonged to smugglers, who had found no end of ways to be clever about masking such things. "Unidentified starship," she transmitted to @N'Jay Crowe, "you have entered restricted space. Throttle back your engines immediately, or you will be fired upon." It was not an idle threat - she would allow no terrorist past her.
"State your cargo and destination, then prepare for inspection. Do not deviate from your present course."