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Post by Halcyon on Jan 24, 2007 10:09:07 GMT -5
A white dagger sliced it's way out of hyperspace. The ship slowly reoriented itself moving towards it's destination. The Unknown Regions were a dangerous place for a lone ship, not that this was just any ship, nor was it truly alone.
"Sir, we're about 20 minutes from our target," spoke the Lieutenant from one of the crew pits, "We have one more microjump to make."
The Zabrak Admiral in command of the Harrier sighed, "Very well, do they know we're coming?"
"I took the opportunity to send the message myself," came the reply from the Lieutenant.
Narott took a moment to remember the Lieutenant's name. Vidar. He was a smart one and on the fast track to promotion. He'd have to remember that.
"Very well. Carry on and tell Control, we'll dock as soon as we're in range."
Narott felt rumble of the hyperdrive as it came back online and the stars elongated as the Harrier made it's short hyperjump to it's final destination.
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Post by Halcyon on Jan 24, 2007 20:13:12 GMT -5
The Harrier dropped back out of lightspeed a few parsecs away. Before it lay a massive asteroid belt as well as their final destination.
"Is it on screen, yet?" asked Narott impatiently.
He had spent a small fortune finding this piece of space and in constructing what laid beyond. It lay just outside the border of Chiss space and after countless hours of negotiations he managed to convince them that he was no realy threat to them. Just the New Empire.
It seemed strange the original Rebellion had succeeded beyond all expectations and yet this time it had failed miserably. He had lost his fleet, a goodly portion of his loyal staff, and his flagship. 20 years later they still weren't even close to being at the same level they were before. But that was soon going to change.
"Incoming message from Rogue Squadron, Commander Tainer says he's here to provide escort."
"Good patch him through to my sommand center," replied Narott.
A familiar human voice came through the com built into his chair, "Welcome, sir, we're here to escort you to base Alpha."
"Excellent, Commander, how is everything looking so far?" asked Narott.
"Well, we're a helluva lot better than we were last time around," replied Doran. Rogue squadron moved into honor guard formation, "I'm also to passs along a message, construction is ahead of schedule, so far they're nearly 80 percent finished with the superstructure and expect to most primary systems online within 2 weeks and the rest of it within a few months."
"Finally, some good news Commander. Hopefully we can get a lot more of it. Very little of it has been coming through lately," sighted Narott.
Their target finally appeared on the viewscreen. Cruisers, from Star Destroyers to Mon Cal cruisers floated everywhere some freely most in drydock. Other cruisers's superstructure floated as they wer being constructed. Freighters and supply ships ferried from ship to ship carrying important equipment. Two things, however stood out most of all. First, was a Golan-VI space station, but it was far from the most impressive sight.
Hanging in space docked to a repair station laid one of the most beautiful sights, the old Zabrak had ever seen. A Super Star Destroyer. His Super Star Destroyer and just barely visible on the hull the name was printed, Guardian.
He suppressed a small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. It was only a matter of time now.
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