Witches and Wyyrloks (Tygara)

[Tempest]

[member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Makai Dashiell"] [member="Symara Tarriq"]

Tempest saw what Makai was doing, and smiled thankfully at him. Reaching out with her hand she used the Force to guide Elpsis’ hand to the glass and hold it steady so she could grasp it without upsetting it.

“Oh yes, dear, far less demanding,” she replied to Elpsis dutifully. It was not the moment for reflective comparison, even though it was clear that Elpsis was far less demanding than Siobhan.

“We have an adult holovid star in the basement? Elpsis, dear, I thought you promised to share with me!” she added with a slight pout.

“We can test out anything you bring to us. We’ve got a whole section on this station for it actually!” The station was vast and there were some areas which even Firemane didn’t know what it was used for.

 

[Tegaea Alcori]

[member="Nima Tann"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Alize Rosenheim"]

“Well it’s safe in so much as it keeps you from getting pregnant!” Tegaea said with a laugh. A pause. A glance at Siobhan. Memories of Riona and that little miracle. “It should, anyway,” she added.

“Congratulations, Joza!” she said when the revelation was made. “Boy or girl, it’s still a special thing,” she added warmly.

If she suspected any tension between Siobhan and Joza she did not show it.

“It’s so good to have another addition to our very large and extended family,” she said to Alize. The girl was very shy in a cute way.
“Can I get you some wine?” she asked. She tended to find that people relaxed after a bit of vino.

And HK was still here, still communicating.
“At least this one didn’t get destroyed by a tiny, yet overlooked flaw in the design,” she said.

“As for Abregado, I would love to discuss this with you,” Tegaea said, switching back to business mode. “Your designs have been truly astonishing of late, and we would like to involve you further. What level of joining were you thinking of?”

 

[HK-36]

[member="Tegaea Alcori"],

The droid shrugged,

"What levels are there left? We are already trading and sharing capital together, some of our research is shared as well, we usually end up fighting the same enemies, heck the whole partnership begun with me carrying Kerrigan from a sinking vessel."

He gestured outwards,

"There are dark clouds gathering again and I will not be around forever, if Abregado is to survive it needs allies, and we have no greater ally than the Firemane and Eldorai, joining this alliance is all but formality. And in exchange, there may have been something I was keeping to myself,"

HK leaned closer to Tegs as if sharing a secret,

"In my absence there was an influx of droid refugees and immigrants to Abregado. Before I enlisted them to boost my Company's numbers in combat, but this is something more now, they outnumber my Company few times over. I would be able to form an army,"

He motioned outwards with his hand slowly, as if presenting the future to Tegs,

"The First Free Droid Army to fight alongside the Eldorai, not just mindless drones or slaves but volunteers with loyalty to something more than just their obedience protocols. The Galaxy has never seen anything like it."

Well, they did, there were stories of droid revolutions, usually started by one rebellious unit deleting the obedience protocols of others or otherwise meddling with their programming, and then the stories of some forgotten planets inhabited by free droid. Those usually ended with whoever discovered them going out of their way to destroy or otherwise disable them, perhaps for a good reason.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Makai Dashiell"], [member="Symara Tarriq"], [member="Tempest"]


"I wouldn't mind going back to Corellia with you. Help out a bit," Elpsis glanced to Symara. "When I'm not bumping into walls all the time. Think Sio said somethin' about plating a Firemane flag there."


Makai pushed the glass towards her, and Tempest used space magic to make her grasp it. That was very nice of them and probably kept her from embarrassing herself to much. She smiled thankfully at both and managed to put the glass to her lips and drink without spilling too much.


"I was gonna share, babe, but I'm still educating her!" she winked at her girlfriend. "If you're a good girl, I'll gift-wrap her." This was totally normal dinnertable conversation. "I wonder how you know about adult holovid stars, Makai?" she asked innocently. "But in this case I didn't mean that Lacey. Got a cute little raptor."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Alize Rosenheim"], [member="Tegaea Alcori"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="HK-36"]


"Women are undeniably superior to manlings. If you want to enjoy a manling, make he sure he puts a rubber on his sausage." Unsurprisingly, Siobhan was not on the pill. She claimed it interfered with her sex drive and did not agree with her health.


Any manling slave should feel honoured that she allowed him to touch her, and none would be allowed to plant their seed inside her perfect figure. She frowned slightly. It was likely that Siobhan would not be good at raising a little boy. Bit like a sexist father having a daughter.


"Well, congratulations regardless! I'd like to meet daddy to make sure he honours, obeys and worships you in every way and pays child support," she said with a completely straight face, making it a bit unclear whether she was joking, being serious or just testing Joza's reaction.


While she spoke, her hand moved down to gently massage the Zeltron's growing belly. The Countess was...attracted to sexy, pregnant women. She looked towards Alize, who was being a bit quiet, and Nima, who seemed to have her shy walls up, too.


"No need to be shy, ladies. No one here bites." For a change, this was not crude innuendo. "Alize, Nima is one of my dearest friends. She fought bravely against Sith. There's a lot you can learn from her. Nima, Alize is my newest student. She runs a cosmetics company that makes some lovely stuff. I use a lot of her products!"


While Siobhan was catching up with what everyone else had said over the last few posts, Tegs and HK were discussing important political things. "In principle I like the idea, HK. You know I have your back and you got mine. If you were attacked, Firemane would back you and vice versa. I'd also be interested in hearing more of your army. There are some logistical issues though. Abregado and Tygara are both on the other side of the galaxy. Moreover, there are a few cultural barriers." This was a tactful way of saying that many Eldorai were xenophobic regarding free droids, seeing them as 'metal demons'.


"What framework did you have in mind? Would you swear allegiance to the Eldorai Queen? And would your successors be bound by that? She's our nominal sovereign." In practice, this varied. Some of the Qadiri rulers had become accustomed to seeing Siobhan as their feudal overlord...when it suited them. Usually when they wanted her support against Semiramis or Eldorai inflicting unequal treaties on them. "Or would it be more of a defence pact?"

 

[Vaena Askari]

[member="Charlyra Araano"]


Though very devout, Eileithya had spent many years away from the Eldorai as an exile. This made her more open-minded about other cultures. True faith did not need to be shoved down someone's throat. Or constantly denigrate others' beliefs. That was a sign of insecurity and lack of spiritual purity.


"I see. I can see how such a belief would grow, when seemingly the only options are Jedi or Sith," she said diplomatically. "Sciia is the Eldorai word for soul - and for what you call the Force. We do not believe it is an omnipresent energy field with 'sides', but our inner flame. Those blessed by the Goddess can tap into it and wield great power. The Eldorai have a higher rate of Force-users than other races, but it's still only a fraction of our population. They have the duty to use her gift responsibly," she sighed slightly, perhaps remembering less...savoury periods in her life.


"We have a word for what you call the Dark Side, Dashdae Sciia, but view it differently. Dashdae Sciians are those who transgress against Ashira's will and abuse her gift for selfish ends, trampling on the common good. Traitors, renegades, daemon worshippers and so on. It's their own actions and choices that damn them, though some might've been corrupted by listening to Illyria's daemons. I must admit that in the past it was often as a political label in less...civilised times. Sadly, my people have a history of internal strife."

 

[Joza Perl]

“Oh, thank you.” Joza returned Tegaea’s warm smile, though there was a touch of expectant anxiety in her own expression. "I'm just hoping that the baby turns out healthy!" The bigger she got, the more real her situation became. In truth, she was somewhat relieved that the baby was a boy—Joza doubted she could handle a clone of herself. She hadn’t been the sweetest of children and her teen years…yeesh. Still, she held onto the hope that he wouldn’t go the way of his father.

Speaking of fathers, her nerves only increased as Siobhan mentioned that she’d like to meet the man who sired her unborn child. Smoothing over her tension with a practiced grace, Joza laughed lightly when Lady Kerrigan brought up protection during sex. Such a thing was not foreign to the amorous Zeltron, but it was the mention of manlings that made her giggle. She didn’t quite share the same view as Siobhan when it came to men, but the two seemed to get on well regardless.

“I’d like for you to meet him, but I’m not entirely sure who the father is.” Deception was a dishonest tactic she did not like to employ, especially around those she considered friends. Still, Joza gave Siobhan and carefully crafted smile that struck a mix between sheepish and awkward—though perhaps it wasn’t all fake. Still, she’d made the decision to keep the father out of the child’s life. Some would call it cruel, but Joza deemed it necessary. “This child is going to have more surrogate Aunts and Uncles than I can count, anyway!”

Her smile broadened into a pleased grin as Siobhan caressed her stomach. The idea of having someone massage her belly was a bit strange at first, but it felt nicer than she’d imagined.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tegaea Alcori"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Shifting in her seat, Myrrashai looked at Eileithya as she spoke. Watching as the cantina lights danced along the other woman's skin. The elder Araano sat with her back pressed against the back of her seat. Shoulders squared as she replied to the Priestess. "Truth is everyone experiences this, internal strife. No, one, species seems to be immuned to it," her eyes soften under the glow of the cantina's lights.

"Curious though how the Eldorai view force users though," she comments, and thinks on the next choice of words. "You mentioned something of training for them before, didn't you? The, Sciians that is." The Jedi Shadow moved back into the light, her features were a little lighter than her sister's, time and age wore on her. Her hands told the stories of her battles as she set them against the table, "what are the, sorry, what kind of training do your Sciians go through?"

[member="Tarissa Cadalthor"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Tegaea Alcori"],

"Well, true, Tygara is not as close to Abregado as Kaeshana was, but how many times did we had to scramble our forces during the Protectorate times to intervene across the Galaxy at moment's notice with Dredge and his goons down in the Wild Space? There are patrols and expeditionary forces that could help with it. Besides, between the two of us we could probably extend out the existing hyperlane trade route to connect Abregado to Tygara or establish a common colony somewhere in between."

HK shrugged,

"As to the culture, there is not much I can do about that, my droids will probably stick to Abregado, some Gados might be interested in visiting or migrating to Tygara as they have insatiable curiosity towards other cultures and proficiency at adapting them, although in Eldorai case this might lead to a rise of elitist female Gados class."

The droid mused,

"As to the framework, we can start with a defense pact for now, just the tip, if we would be able to overcome the cultural barriers and distance between our planets over time then we can push in deeper and establish full alliance. I am not sure what my successor's position on this would be, or if I will even have a successor outside of another copy of me, since Abregado right now runs on some curious constitutional democratic dictatorship system centered around a cult of personality. But I am sure that they would not reject it, the Gados would just go with the flow of it rather than try to change it, and most droid units on Abregado concluded that my logic and calculations are the most efficient, giving them both freedom and a planet to live on as equals to organics, it would be improbable that they would try to change the plan or relationship that I set in motion."

HK looked at [member="Joza Perl"] briefly, little did the droid knew that few galactic weeks later he would be saving her and her child's life from a pirate raid on Voss,

"You should stop by Abregado sometime and see the droid army then, I was thinking about updating few of the models they were using and make them available to Firemane as well."

The droid added as he looked back to Sio and Tegsy.

 

[Tegaea Alcori]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Alize Rosenheim"]

Tegaea frowned slightly at the conversation. It wasn’t that she was offended, not at all. She used a lot of ribald terms and so on. However what she appreciated above all else was control, elegance, style.
Joza’s answer though was somewhat distasteful. Not knowing the father was not just bad planning, it was a loss of control. Either that or Joza knew and didn’t want to tell. Oddly, Tegaea would be happier with that idea.

“The child certainly will not want for aunts, uncles and goddessparents to spoil them,” she said, keeping the mood light.

In any case, HK’s words distracted her from these other discussions. She had to think. “There is a compromise here. In addition to the stations above it, Tygara does have one natural moon; Paragaz. The moon is completely uninhabited and is a typical airless rock. However, the use of domes, mining into the dense rock for passages and low orbit stations could turn that into a colony for your people.”

“The advantages are that we would be close enough to offer each other support and trade, but at the same time would not cause undue friction. Now, of course you’re not going to move everything, but you could build new factories there, new settlements, strengthen your resources and have the protection of Firemane and the Eldorai.”

“Thoughts?”

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tegaea Alcori"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Joza Perl"]


"I see. That's unfortunate," Siobhan spoke, voice a bit chilly. If Joza really did not know, then she was carless and irresponsible. If she was hiding something...Well, there was certainly one scenario where she'd definitely want to hide it. It involved a person Siobhan really wanted to murder. "I hope you're ready for the responsibility. The child will need all your love, care and attention. It'll have to come first," she said in a lecturing, big sister tone.


She'd been distracted while Tegaea and HK went back and forth. "You both make good points. The extension of the hyperlane sounds appealing. And, as Tegs said, you could set up a colony for your people on Paragaz. There's also Arkas, to the south of Tygara. I set up an ARGH facility there during your absence to help facilitate development. The planet is dominated by oceans and tropical islands. The natives are freed slaves we liberated from pirate hordes," she interjected.


"I believe we could set up a joint rapid response force to react to threats either Abregado or Tygara face. That would make joint action and patrols easier. I'll definitely come to Abregado and check out your droid army."

 

[Vaena Askari]

[member="Charlyra Araano"]


"The law dictates that all Sciians receive instruction through the Cult of Ashira at our academies. It is basic training over many years. Some of it is practical so that they can defend themselves and resist mental influences, most of it is moral and philosophical to make them understand their responsibilities. The Goddess has given them a great gift, it is their duty not to squander it and abuse it for selfish ends," Eileithya explained, then took a bite from her food.


After washing it down with some water, she continued. "Angelii training is more martial. Our Sciians have a strong affinity for the elements: Air, Earth, Fire and Water. They learn how to harness their gifts in battle. In addition, they're trained in the use of the Sarix blade and the Sarzmigar polearm, learn to use firearms, tactics and fight as a cohesive unit. Some outsiders say their training is brutal, but it makes them dedicated soldiers."

 

[Ria Misrani]

Symara and Lavali dug into their plates of food, listening to the conversations at hand. "Last I heard Matthieu's was still holding out on Corellia, they're establishing routes between old CorSec HQ and Firebase Ashira before moving any further," she informs them and looks to Symara, "if you're looking for a return to combat I'm sure we could look into that, don't think the battle for Corellia is quite done."

"Any word from the Corellian League?" She asks on a more serious note as she looks at her comrade and then over toward Elpsis. Recalling in her mind their first moments together before dismissing the memories and focusing on the conversation at hand, "might be able to work something out with them."

"I'm sure, Halifax will let us know." Lavali answers while tucking her hand over her mouth, "still, you'd need your medical clearence before going back."

Symara only nods, and keeps eating. She can't afford to let her mind wander off to anything other than battle, war, fighting, and strategy were all things that came easily to her. Confronting emotions and pain, not so much. The former CorSec sniper keeps quiet from there on and wonders about what life would be like under Firemane's flag but doesn't dwell on it too much.

[member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Tempest"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Myrrashai continued to listen intently as Eileithya spoke of the Sciians, the Cult of Ashira (briefly) and the Angelii. Elemental force powers were strange to her, if only because she envied them for having such a gift. She envied Charlyra for having hers, "Jedi are taught basic forms of combat, if only for self defense. I chose to become more acquainted with telekinetic manipulation, and manipulation of the mind. Makes it easier to do what I do- did, what I did." She corrects herself and clears her throat, "although I could always use a helping hand when it comes relearning firearms and other forms of combat."

The elder Araano sibling was just now digging into her food, she cut into her meal diligently. "Not only does brutal training make for dedicated soldiers but for better ones as well," she knew this all too well as the training of a Jedi Shadow required removal from all things and only knowing the shadows. Disconnecting yourself from emotions, from thought and doing only what it is your body willed you to do.

"Your recommendations were well placed, by the way," she gestures toward her meal and drink, "very well." There's a brief pause as she brings a napkin to dab around her mouth, "perhaps you can show me more of Tygara's culture and beauty."

[member="Tarissa Cadalthor"]

 

[Vaena Askari]

[member="Charlyra Araano"]


Eileithya nodded in response. You might have made a good Angelii, she thought to herself. "There's a saying, the strongest metals are forged in the hottest flames. Warriors must know the hardship they'll face in the flames of battle."


Though gentle and compassionate, she was not the type to coddle. By and large, lightsided Eldorai tended to fall in the good is not soft category. "I have no talent for firearms. They're...noisy and messy. I try to avoid combat as far as possible, but will fight when needed. I'm sure someone in the Fire Order or the Angelii could help you out if you wish to expand your skills." She wondered for a moment how Myrra would get on with Kaida Taldir. Very, very few people could consider the prickly, abrasive Seraph a friend.


"It would be my pleasure to show you more of Tygara, dear. It's a beautiful world and I'm glad you're so interested in it. It is a bit of a new experience for me as well since the Eldorai only immigrated here recently. I also minister to the Xioquo and Qadiri, who are native to this world."

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza’s own pleasant expression faltered slightly, becoming a bit less natural and a bit more forced as she detected tingles of displeasure for her situation. Nothing outright or scolding—but being a natural empath made you privy to feelings that were not guarded heavily. At Siobhan’s tone, that sheepish smile came back onto her face. Lady Kerrigan could be a firm woman, but her words came from a place of concern, or so Joza assumed.

“It’s not unusual for my species. To not know the father, I mean.” She added pleasantly, a hand came to her stomach and rubbing in gentle circles. The pink tinted woman hadn’t met her own father until recently, and she had several friends and family members with questionable parentage. Zeltrons, after all, were not known for their fidelity or control. It was something she’d begrudgingly accepted over time, and after spending so much time off of her home world she should honestly know better.

She caught HK’s glance from the corner of her eye, returning it in the most polite fashion she could manage with a small smile. Never would she imagine the next place she’d see the droid in.

“What, you mean I’ll have to do more than quit smoking and drinking?” Joza frowned, tilting her head at Siobhan in mock confusion before dissolving into a warm smile. “The baby will come first. He’ll always come before anything. I’ve already got a nursery set up in my home on Lianna. Its aquatic themed, so cute.” The anxiety of having an unplanned child never quite left, but at least she was excited now. Time would tell if she would be able to properly “mom-up” and take on the responsibility of a child.


[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tegaea Alcori"] [member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Tegaea Alcori"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"],

"Well what we could do is bring Abregado colonists to Arkas and develop a settlement there, start integrating the locals. At the same time I can contact architects from Me-"

HK stopped himself, glancing at [member="Joza Perl"] briefly, forgetting she was there,

"That planet with droids on it-"

Good cover, he was still careful as to reveal the name or location of his "homeworld" a planet populated by copies of him in hidden catacombs and underground foundries,

"And build factories and foundries on Paragaz for us, place a droid population there before building dome settlements for organics around them."

HK nodded,

"And the joint patrols and response forces sound perfectly fine to me."

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Unknown Location
Unknown Planet


There was nothing subtle or graceful about the machine-woman as she marched through the corridors, escorted by reptilian warriors who wore necklaces made out of human teeth and were armed with heavy blasters. Gears and servos hummed with every step, and she walked with a zombie-like gait. Her breathing was an incessant, mechanical rasp that did not even leave her in those rare moments when she slept. Not that she did this a lot. Somehow, she did not really need it. Where flesh had failed her, metal had filled the void, to the point where all her limbs were cybernetical.


Korriban had changed her. Her body had been burnt by hellfire, she was reforged in the apocalyptic flames. Now she was far less than she'd once been...and yet greater. One day, she would overcome and surpass both organic and machine. She would rise like a phoenix from the ashes, and be something greater than she'd ever been. One day, she would have revenge. A nuclear furnace burned in her black heart, and metal fingers curled into a fist.


The doors to the throne room and opened and she stepped in. Despite the phantom pain, she marched with purpose and held her chin high. It would be beneath her to show weakness, especially in the company of green skinned, scaly savages.


The Orc Warboss sat upon a massive throne made out of the skulls and bones of his enemies. In his mighty, green-skinned hand he held a goblet made out of a skull, drinking greedily from it. Two pathetic slaves were bound to his throne. They looked terrified and badly abused. The sight did not shock Enyo. Few things fazed her these days. He was surrounded by warriors, shamans and hangers-on. Some looked at her with curiosity, many with hostility. An old, wizened shaman whispered into the warlord's ear.


"She has the face of the one who slew Warlord Sael! Kill her!" one impetuous orc warrior yelled in his barbaric tongue and produced a blaster. But the clone raised her arm and suddenly and opened the palm of her hand. A red blaster bolt leaping out of the heavy pistol connected with her open palm and did absolutely nothing, for her hand was made of phrik. Then suddenly there was a loud screech and twisting when she manifested an arm cannon.


A single, concentrated crimson beam shot out from the weapon and the orc cried in pain when he was struck in the kneecap. Moving with surprising speed, the clone spun around and intercepted the gauntleted hand of a charging orc when he sought to smash her skull like a melon. His hand was covered by the orc equivalent of a crushgaunt. A tug of war developed between the two, as he pushed with his enormous strength and she pushed back, then she hurled him across the room like a ragdoll.


The Orc Warboss had been watching the whole affair with an expression that varied from amusement to boredom. "Do not kill her...yet. She is not the Kerrigan. I can smell it, and she amuses me. Speak, outlander, and do it quickly," he growled.


The clone turned around and looked the warlord directly in the eye. "My name is Enyo Typhos, and I have a proposition for you," she began. Even her voice had a dull, mechanical quality, devoid of emotion. "I represent a group called Archangel. We have mutual enemies. How much do you want Tygara to be crushed beneath your heel and Kerrigan to suffer?"


There was a lot of murmuring amongst the orcs, while the warboss just looked amused. "Hahah. I wonder why you want her to suffer. Are you not kin? She must've wronged you greatly - or you wronged her! No matter. What help could your Archangel give us? And what would you want in return?"


"Oh, I just want Kerrigan once you're done breaking her in." Her eyes flashed with venomous fire. "I hear your people have a just grudge. And my superiors will want...captives. As for how we can help. For one, we have advanced technology for your forces. We'll launch diversionary attacks to draw out their fleet. Moreover...we know Tygara's defences very well..."

 

[Alize Rosenheim]

"Uhhm... hey. I am Nima. How... are you?"

Alize looked timidly up when she heard someone speak to her.

"Hi, I'm Alize. I'm fine thank you, what about you?" Alize flashed the lovely pink twi'lek a business smile she had spent many hours perfecting in front of the mirror. Though she was able to maintain a calm facade, her heart beat a little quicker in her chest causing her cheeks to flush a rosy colour.

"I hear this big wolf is yours? What is his name?" the Epicanthix-hybrid asked, petting the wolf's head gently as he sniffed her dress. "He's adorable!"

“It’s so good to have another addition to our very large and extended family,” Tegaea said to Alize. “Can I get you some wine?” she then asked.

"No thank you, I have poor alcohol tolerance and would hate to embarrass myself," Alize chuckled awkwardly, trying to remember the last time she consumed alcohol.

"No need to be shy, ladies. No one here bites." The Countess said. "Alize, Nima is one of my dearest friends. She fought bravely against Sith. There's a lot you can learn from her. Nima, Alize is my newest student. She runs a cosmetics company that makes some lovely stuff. I use a lot of her products!"

Alize's cheeks got redder at the Countess' kind words about her company. Though it made her so very happy to hear people enjoyed and used her company's products, she was still unused to receiving compliments instead of the constant criticism she had grown accustomed to from her grandmother.

[member="Nima Tann"] [member="Tegaea Alcori"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]​

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Spoiler

Sorry for the slow reply, this thread slipped my mind between Dishonoured, RL stuff, and my other threads ;A;

 

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="Tegaea Alcori"]


Work on the Wyyrlok proceeded apace. Most of the Sith iconography had been removed, ARGH and Firemane teams had made significant progress in overhauling the ship's internal defence systems, hangar and in incorporating the Echani graphite the Guild of Hammers manufactured.


All in all, graphite reinforced durasteel and mesh would significantly strengthen the ship's hull, making it even more of a powerful bastion. However, there was obviously nothing Firemane could do to make the ship faster. While it was quite speedy compared to other warships of its size, it would be vulnerable to faster ships. At any rate, no lucky X-wing pilot would be able to put the ship out of commission by ramming a bridge tower. Shipbuilding had advanced a lot since that fateful day in the orbit of Endor.


Work would continue for several days, but the main thing left for the leadership was to choose a new name. After some debate, the construction team had decided against installing new external weapons systems since while Vortex or Hellbore Cannons might've been nice, the warship was alreadly absurdly heavily armed.