Captain Vlloth
Unknown Deep space
Chiss Ascendancy Praetorian-Class Cruiser ~ Servant of Geth
~Approximately 153 years ABY~The dark reaches of the unknown regions, were often starkly contrasted with the stunning and vibrant views of distance nebulas, gigantic blue stars, the contrasting colors of singularity in the form of black holes. This day was no different for Captain Vlloth, as she sat in her adjacent ready room to the main bridge, seated at her desk and going over recent reports of operational readiness along with discovery of the latest system. Behind her a breathtaking cosmic view was evident. A distant nebula, that they had already recognized and catalogued several times, during this leg of navigation.
They had already spent 478 standard Sols out in these regions, navigating with the whole navigational star charts, scraps of information,and rumors of what was known to the Chiss Ascendancy. They were due to spend almost a further equal amount of time already spent out here still, before returning the Chiss known space. Piecing together bits and blazing a path as best they could, farther than any Chiss vessel and perhaps most other known reaching governments had as well. Cataloguing and recording, while leaving a lit path back home in their wake as they proceeded from one unknown place to the next unknown place. They had known this would be a several year long undertaking and such had been accounted and planned for extensively. All of it for the greater glory and advancement of the Ascendancy.
She had been sold on the notion of the mission, a mission shied away from by most Chiss. Despite the normally stoic honor and duty tendency laden demeanor that the majority of Chiss held and the very same codes that normally called them to all service, this such mission was not something many had gravitated towards. This experience had been different, by no means was it a suicide mission, but the stigma of deep unknown space could more than unravel even the most ardent of Officers and crew, and it certainly seemed to be the case with people declining such an opportunity.. Regardless the opportunity was not missed on the Commander of the Servant of Geth. Her appointment to command of the vessel on the heels of her success with the Expansionary Defense Fleet. A significant upgrade from the light patrol corvettes that she had first been issued her first command of. This current mission brief over the last year had require a much more robust, capable, and far reaching vessel to conduct the exploration she and her crew had been tasked with. The availability of more consumables and supplies being afforded by not only the vessels large size but it being refitted for deep space operations. The fighter squadron compliment while still formidable at two full squadrons, and been parsed down in half from what was its original compliment. Allowing for additional fuel, consumables, and supplies to be taken on for the mission profile. In additional controlling the crew numbers, which had been kept light to begin with. The number of the crew significantly smaller, but remaining more than a skeleton crew and enough to easily manage the ship long term. This cutting down of the crew allowing them to greatly extend their resources and allow for this excruciatingly long deep space exploration task.
No identifiable contacts of any kind had been recorded in the current system, such was the recent case for almost more than a year now as not since Sol 131 had they encountered other forms of tangible life. They had found an abandoned deep space depot, but they had found little more than bacteria and microbes. Still from time to time the occasional deep space probe, or beacons of unknown origins were found, but even those had been less and less frequent and only within the first 160 Sols out into their exploration. Since then it had been untouched space again and again. Habitable planets were extremely scarce and they had only come across two marginabley habitable ones in the vast number of systems they had encountered.
Relay beacons left were limited by line of sight even though they were left light years apart, they were poised for a link up before departing the current system on their next jump. Resupply efforts were made from planets or moons, that were identified as having resources that were accessible from time to time. All of them clearly uncatalogued and uncharted as care to record as much information as possible was taken before moving onto the next jump and unknown portion of deep space. It was a tiring, arduous, and slow pace. Which required extremely specific and calculated jump paths time after time.
“Captain,” The rooms communicator chimed to life as the voice of one of her trusted bridge officers as scheduled called her attention to an expected interruption of discovery operations winding down in this current unknown system.
‘Relay transmissions, have been received and we are completing our corresponding report transmissions back to the Ascendancy.” It took several weeks for them to communicate back and forth and as they pushed further the gap of communication was only getting less frequent, and if by chance any of the dozen relay beacons was fully destroyed, they may lose the long range and tenuous link altogether. Such was yet another risk of what they were doing.
“We have the next jump calculated and await your arrival on the bridge.” Vlloth insisted on being present for every jump, which was in between several weeks at each arrived unknown new system. Things were checked and rechecked, gone over and calculated again and again. An instilled process even most Chiss would consider overkill, but there was no room for error at all, not out here. It was absolutely necessary to ensure no mistakes, that even the thought of such was not evident. It had been what had kept them alive thus far and would continue to do so. It would eventually get them home.
Finishing up her current task, the Captain made her way swiftly to the bridge, taking her position in the center of it, standing and looking out the massive main viewport. The Nebula of note still in view as they prepared to make the next short calculated jump. Captain Vlloth’s sleek black uniform, polished boots, blue skin and red eyes, her hair in a neat military bun, all of it accenting her fit tall frame. The sight of her a foreboding and commanding presence along with being a clear contrast to the tones of the whole room around her.
“Ready to jump on your order Ma’am.” The familiar voice from over the comms now present to her right, Commander Massa, a Chiss male who she had hand picked for this operation and served with on multiple occasions in the past through the Defense Force. Vlloth turned, to the Commander.
“Make the jump, Commander.” as she braced for the pull of the craft entering hyperspace. The nature of these quick jumps, had them only being in hyperspace for a few minutes, sometimes even seconds as they hopped around avoiding becoming space dust. This one was no different and as soon as they had entered the starry field of hyperspace, the blue cocoon of space travel beginning to swirl around the ship, there was a call to prepare to drop out of lightspeed as a countdown ensued.
“Dropping out in thirty seconds Captain.” Commander Massa spoke in a regimented military tone. Everyone on the bridge, the entirety of the decks of the ship spanning from bow to stern was in sync. Doing their job expertly. A beyond well oiled machine of utmost efficiency and readiness.
“Ten seconds,”
“Five.”
“Four”
“Three… two… one.”
The Ascendancy cruiser dropped out of hyperspace in a flash, coming to a halt as exactly calculated and planned. Unscathed and on station ready to begin another several weeks of discovery as necessary in their currently unknown location in deep space.
‘Captain, sensors are picking up a debris field.” As soon as the Commander had spoken the words, a loud clang could be heard against the hull. The corresponding shutter was nothing to be alarmed about nor significant to pose threat to the vessel in anyway. The Commander was calling up external views of the ship instinctively, for view and inspection. The image of what was clearly a thruster and engine ring displayed for the Captain on a nearby screen. The torn and fragmented hull plating showing clear signs of destruction from weaponry of some kind. Another pang against the hull was heard, followed by another, as they became more frequent.
“Zoom out.” What was a few smaller pieces of ship debris gave way to several massive hulks of fractured and decimated capital ships, bigger than their own vessel. The vessels of a recognizable late Imperial design. This far out she expected to encounter the unexpected, but this was certainly unexpected. It was a dark space graveyard of several clearly recognizable Imperial like ships. Strewn about like they had been the toys of a wild Vornskr. Vlloth and her crew had been out in the wilds of unknown space, with not a sign of technology or civilized life for nearly a year and now this. Something was not right. There were stories of fleets of old getting lost in the unknowns, the Katana fleet of Dreadnaught class heavy cruisers, succumbing to the Hive Virus. But even their location once found was not close to being as remote or distance as this system in deep space.
The Captain, toggled the view screen and zooming in on one of the larger vessels, one of the vessels was still leaking gases, the clear vapor trail from one of the ravaged hulls exiting out into space,
“this happen recently.” Vlloth quietly spoke to the Commander next to her. There was a bit of disbelief, first at that they had found, second that coincidentally in these reaches of the dark unknown, that the remnants of a clearly recent engagement would be found. These vessels had not been merely destroyed they had been pummeled and almost wretched apart.
“Commander. Captain.” a sensor officer spoke up quickly.
“I have a large energy reading on sensors and it is moving.”
The Commander rushed over to the screen, confirming the readout of the officer.
“Moving fast towards us Ma’am!”
"Shields up!' The Captain quickly spoke up and began ordering the crew to task. Her voice was calm, yet commanding as she directed her crew.
"Right turn, engines half full, port side thrusters full.'
“Give me a twenty five degree down angle on the bow and get US past that hulking shell of a star destroyer.” Vlloth pointed to the massive destroyer hull that was in shambles blocking their line of sight, that was between them and this oncoming sensory reading.
The bridge immediately was thrust into a frenzy of activity, though all of it expertly detailed and carried out. Stations were busy carrying out all manner of duties congruent with battle operations as only a few minutes before a still calm had held the bridge.
“Bring us in line of sight of the closing vessel.” The reading indicated that it was larger in mass, than their vessel.
“Spin up forward weapon systems and re-energizing of the hyperdrive core.” The exceptional quality and professionalism of the crew was on display as Vlloth’s orders were carried out without hesitation and with calculated precision as if she were completing the actions herself.
The large structural tower of the Chiss Cruiser skirted the underside of the destroyed Imperial hull, the margin for error on avoiding it razor thin and bringing the Chiss Cruiser out and into more open space, with a now clear view of the oncoming vessel previously picked up and cited on sensors. The vessel was dead ahead and closing, but visually it was not. Vlloth focused ahead, giving the sensors a moment of trust and looking to directly visually identify what was aggressively approaching them. There were several flashes of energy that seemed to come from the very blackness of space and in the briefest of moments she caught sight of a dark pyramidal shape, black and incredibly difficult to spot against the equally black canvas of space. The Chiss cruiser shook from several rapid succession energy discharges, clearly having been fired upon by the unidentified vessel. Another glint of energy and second wave of fire was headed their way. The first salvo seemingly giving little regard to their shields and chewing right through them as they afforded very little protection. The second salvo hit equally sending shockwaves through the ship. Another salvo was behind that and without a doubt there would be another one coming after that. Each of them without warning and in rapid succession. Already alarms were blaring through the ship. The forward batteries of the Chiss cruiser began responding with salvos of their own, concentrating fire at the closest point intending to overwhelm the shields of the craft as quickly as possible. The battery crews not needing any prime direction, they were in sync and doing so unless told otherwise.
The extremely precise and concentrated fire returned from the Servent of Geth, seemed to have little effect as the unidentified ship again unleashed another series of salvos upon them. The corresponding impacts shook the cruiser even more, even more so that the first wave of attack. Critical system alarms began blaring at consoles all across the bridge. As physical hull damage was occurring and now evident even on the bridge. Injured Chiss crew members continued at their posts even as a two crew members were now dead from violent explosions on the bridge.
“Captain, we are being boarded.” The shock of the announcement being very puzzling as no transports had been seen having been launched from the enemy vessel. .
“We have report of foreign objects….” Dialing into the communications further as he tried to make sense of the massive amounts of chatter.
“Foreign objects what?!?” Vlloth responded.
“Spewing black…” the comms officer spoke stunned himself as he trailed of with what he was hearing regarding reports across the ship.
“Black what?!?” The Captain fervently inquired back as she was getting a little incensed at having to continued to pull information from the comms officer.
“Black slime?!?!” The description from the comms officer as puzzling to the comms officer himself and what he was hearing over comms, as was the idea that they had been boarded so unannounced.
“Put it on speaker.” The Commander requested simultaneously getting a confirming nod from the Captain as he passed the comms officer to do so. The chatter on the comms was incoherent, screaming, chaos. Not like the clashes of battle and a gunfight. Something guttural loomed as low groans, and screams came in and out of audible understanding. An almost morbid and unhinged tone to it all. The occasional discernible words from a crew member was surrounded and masked by more and more the incoherent groaning and screaming of many things that seemed to be surging throughout sections of the ship.
The regulated and disciplined crew were being pushed back. Reports of stations holding their own were becoming fewer and fewer as a video feed from one of the main hangers showed a gruesome almost unworldly scene of carnage. Several crew were overrun by several beings which proceeded to tear into their very flesh with almost a primal savagery. Black and red was splashed everywhere.
The fight inside, it appeared, was going the same as the one on the outside. As another salvo from the enemy ship shook the Chiss cruiser, their hull had been taking massive damage at a very quick rate. The forward shield were complete gone, but for no other reason that the majority of the shield generators themselves had been decimated from direct strikes. Explosions and reverberations rocked the bridge again.
“Captain our weapons are having little effect.”
“Suggest we come right and evade with haste.”
“CAPTAIN.”
There was no answer from Captain Vlloth, as the Commander scream over the bridge for her. Commander Massa turned to the cruisers helm, quickly instructing then to begin a turn to starboard.
“Come right, new heading…” The weight of the cruiser could be felt beginning into a turn.
“NEGATIVE!” Vlloth shouted from where she was currently coming back into view through much of the smoke and haze all around the bridge.
“REVERSE YOUR TURN”
“Bring us back around.” The Captain’s tone regaining a calmness to it, despite the chaos on the bridge. She had been flung across the bridge by one of the explosions and in the course of the Commander inquiring about maneuvers, she had barely made it to her feet to belay the order. The ringing in her ear still present as she came back towards the Commander and one of the command stations.
“We will not present our engines to them!” The Captain was again back to the center of the room, symbolically not giving ground to the enemy vessel, despite its ruthless onslaught against them.
“Give me full ahead. Line us up directly at the black vessel.” While the crew she had almost had selected down to the last man and woman was hardened and loyal beyond all aspects. There was clearly a moment of wondering as to their newly corrects and designated course directly at the vessel that was tearing them to shreds. The Captain knew their situation was more than dire, but with the hostile vessel’s weaponry rendering their shield all but ineffective, presenting them their stern and consequently their engines would only serve to give them a further effective and faster way to completely disable them.
“Commander I need and emergency jump plot!”
“Prepare for jump as soon as we are clear of the enemy vessel.”
“Steady at present course.” The Chiss Cruiser was taking a beating as the hull integrity was deteriorating rapidly.
“Report on the hostile boarding parties?”
The Commander still relaying and coordinating stations was quick to collate reports from across the ship. Quickly speaking up to relay the information.
“Multiple contacts, through the ship. Reports of heavy casualties and hull breaches.”
“Critical alerts and failures nearly across the board Ma’am”
The distance could not have closed any slower and for two vessels charging at each other it seemed like an eternity. They were close now, and the risk of the larger vessel impeding their jump was minimal now. In the meantime the maneuver had managed to save the engines, which were about the only thing they could cite as being operational at present. The Captain knowing that they were going to get bloodied and there was no use fighting, within the first moments of the fight she had known the only escape would have been to preserve the engines and buy enough time for them to jump to lightspeed. If they could evade the enemy ship and escape to lightspeed, they could begin to concentrate on repelling the borders, whatever the hell they were! The hostile vessel in question was no more than the size of standard Imperial Class Star Destroyer, but clearly the size of the vessel was not indicative of its capabilities, not that she had ever underestimated it for such. In truth they never really had a chance to ascertain anything more about the vessel than what they could see visually. The Chiss Cruiser was now dangerously close to colliding with it, as they skirted to one of the dark pyramids sides.Without any real knowledge of the weaponry of their foe, everything was done in theory and with the best of estimates. Vlloth had hoped by closing the distance she could limit whatever the vessels long range weapons were to give them a few more moments while they plot a jump. If indeed they survived long enough to do so.
“I need that jump plot Commander.”
“Jump NOW!”
The navigation officer, and comms officer were both dead, added to the countless number of crew on the bridge either dead or dying. Commander Massa despite the chaos was equally stoic, calculating and getting the coordinates from the NAV computer and inputting them for the emergency jump.
“READY.”
The black form of the assaulting ship stretched for the briefest of moments in the viewport, and disappeared as the stars followed suit. The Chiss Cruiser lurching into hyperspace.
Instantly upon entering hyperspace a cadre of additional alarms started blaring and going off corresponding with the hyperdrive, as it shot to critical in a matter of seconds of having made the jump.
“Hyperdrive is nearing critical levels, I am not getting any responses from Engineering.”
“We cannot override it from here.”
“I will get down there…” The Commander noted the critical alarms, relaying the information to the Captain, before he could finish to find her present she was gone. Vlloth was already moving off of the bridge, her personal commlink activated, as she interrupted Massa.
“No time, besides all of the lifts and corridors from here to main engineering are either non-functional or breached.” “Stay on the bridge and await my command!”
“Drop us out of lightspeed then?” Massa quickly inquired of the Captain’s thoughts. He could her her running, as her boots impacted the durasteel corridors it resonated through the commlink, that and her elevated breathing.
“Negative, the drive will explode no matter what even if we drop out, we still need to override it,”
Massa could hear more noise as through the Captain’s open commlink, as she was struggling with something, her breathing still elevated as she grunted a bit and moved about. Chiming in as she was clearly engaged with something on her end.
“besides if we drop out before completing this jump, and the drive does not explode, we will lose all relative navigation points.” Their positioning and ability to navigate reliant on where they had been before in succession along their journey an aspect of where they were in deep space and the completely uncharted nature of it all. Regardless they had no choice, it was secure the drive from blowing them into space dust now, or secure the drive from blowing them to space dust when they dropped out. On a ship that was barely holding together as it was.
“Captain?!?!” Vlloth had managed to make it to one of the auxiliary hangars near the bridge. Massa inquired as to what she was thinking.
“Captain?!?!” The Commander inquired again, wonder what in the hell she was doing inside one of the Clawcraft, which was coming to full power and breaking free of its hangar moors and holding bracers. The repulsor engines steadying it above the hangar deck as the Captain inside its cockpit began toggling switches and bringing systems further online.
“You can’t exit the hangar while we are in hyperspace!” The Commander thought the statement was all too obvious to the veteran pilot and Officer.
“I’m not going outside Massa.”
With that the Captain launched two torpedoes into the far end of the hangar which faced the inside of the ship, the engines of the Chiss fighter roared to life as she went towards the breach she had created in the internal hull, The Commander was still processing what she had said when he heard the internal explosion.
Vlloth pushed the fighter into the breach which had created a lane into one the ships main vent shaft that ran along the spine of the ship. Coming hard into a turn which brought the fighter scraping against shaft hull as it lined up into a shaft barely big enough for the fighter to fit. While she had barely opened the throttle up, the fighter was moving at speed despite her trying to keep it in check and her concentrating mostly on the stick and keeping it dead center as the tips of the wings scraped the inside of the smooth vent shaft. The familiar scream of a fighter of that kind echoing down the shaft as she approached her destination, covering nearly the length of the ship in less than a minute. It was the end of the line and Vlloth opened up with a salvo of laser fire, softening up the inner hull in preparation of what she braced for. The wings of the crafted were nearly sheared off in unison as she burst through where she knew she needed to be. An immediate shower of sparked from the crafts hull scraping along what was now a simple corridor, the round cockpit of the fighter nearly the only thing left of the original craft which barrelled down the hallway like a bolt confined in a blaster. Eventually coming to a stop, the Captain was taken in by the effects of the rough maneuver and landing. She had not even taken the time to put a flight suit on, while there was a spare behind her seat currently, it really was of no use. There was blood trickling from her forehead, and her she could feel the pain from the impact throughout her body, the cockpit and seat harnesses were designed to help pilots survive such crashes, though in what conditions were never truly guaranteed. Still she felt the ability to still move as she began to unstrap herself. There was movement up ahead in the corridor. Vlloth spotted a sign marker, which read main engineering. Well at least she was where she needed to be.
Another flash of movement ahead, and she recognized the low guttural groaning from over the comms from before. A rush from one of the silhouettes and a crash against the cockpit class of the Clawcraft. Sprays of black liquid, splattering about and across the panes. As the figure repeated the impact against the fighters front viewports. Again it impacted, and further splattered more of the black liquid. Again as if beating itself against the glass in an attempt to get at the Captain who was now unstrapped and brandishing her blaster, one of the panes of glass was already severely fracture by the crash landing and impact and gave way to the assault of the being clawing at her from beyond the cockpit. Vlloth took the opportunity to fire a series of rapid bursts into the head of the being, which dropped it to the deck, the burning fire of multiple blaster bolts sizzling in the now canoe sized hole in its head.
Climbing out of the cockpit, it was not long before she was inside the engineering bay, the scene was gruesome as there were bodies everywhere. She pushed the sights out of her mind, focusing on what needed to be done and proceeded directly to the main coolant override for the drive, flipping the main switch. Averting the drive from exploding.
“Massa,” Vlloth spoke into the commlink as she huffed and tried to regain her breath.
“Drive is secure, bring us out of lightspeed as planned.”
There was no response, from the other end.
“Massa? Commander?!?!” It was then she heard it again, the low guttural sound she was unfortunately becoming all too familiar with on the other end of the commlink where he trust Commander should have been.
“Frak!”There was a shipwide audible lurching sound as it resonated throughout the hull. The Chiss Cruiser lurched out of hyperspace, free from the danger of the hyperdrive blowing them into dust. However the hull itself creaked and groaned with a ravenous and tortuous reverberation of twisting and breaking. The strain from the exiting of lightspeed bisected the ship, tearing it in half midway between bow and stern as it folded and pushed up like a deck of shuffling cards before fully sheering apart. Vlloth was thrown into a bulkhead, the impact nearly knocking her unconscious as she slowly rolled in pain against the deck. Things were going black as she struggled to keep alert and from succumbing to injuries. Fighting what she knew would be death if she passed out. Life support would be failing eventually, in the compartments still intact as the emergency generators deprived in their current state would not last long. Again the groaning and scraping against the blast door. Vlloth gripped her blaster tighter, she felt a sharp piercing stab in her side as she tried move and stand. A small diameter rod, was imbedded in her side protruding nearly a foot, no doubt a result of the explosions within engineering and her being tossed about. She grazed the end of the imbedded rod and could not help but let out a scream which she quickly tried to quell and control, as a result the groans on the other side of the blast door were heard as they seemed alerted to her presence further. Composing herself she looked about for signs of motion, checking exits and trying to assess the large room she was in.
The
Servant of Geth, drifted in space the main engines sputtering as they flashed and faded out, powering down. The two halves of the ship moving slowly away from each other. Vlloth continued to hear a groaning from outside the main blastdoor to engineering. That same guttural groan that was resonating in her head like the ringing from the impact against the bulkhead. Her ship was gutted, communications with the crew was nearly non-existent, she did not have time for feelings of failure or regret. If there was anyone left on board she would fight and die to try and save them and keep moving, no matter the circumstances.
Survive at all costs…
Vlloth
Nihil Retreat - Perann Nebula
Bridge of the Triumphant, Eminence class SSD
~Present time~
Vlloth looked up from a nearby station, as she had been leaning over one of the technicians and junior officers presently working it, taking in further readouts, despite them being erratic, on what was ahead of them. In her mind calculating supply reserves, instinctually the countdown clock they had been so used to following was automatically going in her head, and despite the idea that they might have freed themselves of their pursuers, she was still on guard. Not to mention their initial pursuit of the unidentified crustacean like vessels, upon entering the system told them they were clearly not alone. The fleet pushed through the cited crimson veil Giving way to a sight of wonderment.
The Perann Nebula, as she was now able to put a name to it, the same one her Chiss crew on the Servant of Geth had catalogued and cited several times throughout their solo deep space mission on behalf of the Chiss Ascendancy. She recognized it as she stood on the bridge, having adopted a plain black non-descript uniform, she had been given a temporary commission within the New Galactic Empire as a Commander, and now worked within the most senior officers, the most senior officers that were still alive.
She had been on the Triumphant for some time now, after having spent months in the infirmary recovering from the ordeal upon the Servant of Geth. Somehow rescued, she did not recall any of the events corresponding to how she got on the Triumphant, her last memories were the destruction of the ship and the subsequent weeks she spent surviving on half a ship, evading undead like creatures, while searching for crew and simply surviving. Eventually knowing she was the only one alive, one’s will to live in the face of odds that were not even calculable was could not help but set in, owing to the idea of her bleak and tenuous fate. The will to survive fading as overwhelming aspects of death at every turn piled up. She had been able to secure herself within a damaged lifepod and that was all she remembered.
Though the horrors of the ordeal remained fresh in her mind, they were the same horrors that she had been privy to while onboard the Triumphant now, as they had been pursued by the same destructors of the Chiss Cruiser for jump after jump now. She had thought maybe that somehow, her arrival on the Triumphant had somehow brought the looming fate of death and pursuit by the dark pyramid ships to them as well, but her access to logs after being taken into the crew told her that they too had been pursued far before her arrival. Later learning that the same ravaged, destroyed, and drifting Star Destroyers that her ship, the Servant of Geth had come across, were casualties from the very fleet she was now a part of.
With the amount of damage and casualties inflicted upon the fleet and the Triumphant, she had offered her services after the Captain, a Chiss man, had visited with her during her recovery. Of course there was the usual interrogations, debriefings, and constant questioning from her hosts, looking for any information to glean from her own experience with what they faced. She had even been visited by a supposid Knight, whose attempts to look into her mind failed miserably. Vlloth, mocking the attempt.
As soon as she was able, she had accepted the formal invitation from the ship’s Captain to serve within the crew. They were desperate for crew and skilled officers and this was survival and clearly necessity of a mutually beneficial arrangement. Equally there really was no hope of returning to the Chiss Ascendancy at present, as they had been on the run now continually attempting to just gain one more day of existence after the next. As such Vlloth was content to integrate and offer her knowledge and skills to the current situation.
The beauty of this place in the galaxy was stunning, as she still marveled at it as she had the first deep space system they had encounter on her ship. Now she did so from the bridge of the Triumphant, it was a momentary peace that allowed one to focus and think before reacting to the matter at hand. This was not warfare, this was survival. Even as she listen to the situation report on the long range scans of the system and they objects they were uncovering, which included a black hole, several planets, and two unidentified large mass objects.
The moment of thought and reflection was cut into Captain Gederp’s inquiry to those present along with the location of those not presently on the bridge.
“I would appreciate input from senior officers,” The fellow Chiss and now her commanding officer, had made her integration all the more easier even under the incredibly desperate and strenuous conditions they were constantly under.
Vlooth could not help but think they were still heavily exposed, and the might of their ships had been continually proven to not be an advantage out in this deep space realm. While she had been privy to an extensive amount of information, she was still not fully in the confidence of the Captain as to what ‘he’, ‘they’ had been relentlessly pursuing themselves. She could tell in the frustrating responses from him, that they had not found their intended destination.
At a safe distance, the massive Super Star Destroyer glided over the black holes accretion disc while climbing slowly. There was no sign of the previously cited unidentified ships. Were they really even in any condition to engage? While the need for more knowledge of their current position was clearly needed, Vlloth knew they could not afford to place themselves in another fight. Especially with the still yet unknown two larger objects looming, and a number of unidentified vessels that were no doubt watching them intently.
“Captain, further recon of the system is clearly in order, but I do not recommend we push the Triumphant any closer to those masses until we have them further identified.” Vlloth confidently spoke up.
“The unidentified vessels, cited retracting into the Nebula are no doubt still watching us, and we have no more information on their capabilities than we do about our dark pursuers.” It was not normally like Vlloth to be so cautious, and even in the short time Gederp had known her under his command, he would have known that too.
“A smaller recon team would be best suited.”
The Chiss females tone and body language was confident and eluding to that fact that she was willing to be apart of such a team should the Captain designate it. Vlloth knew that separating from the ship was a huge risk, they might be sprung upon at any second. The unknown threats of the Nebula and black hole themselves still very real, as any team would have to be well outfitted to withstand the conditions to further explore. Despite such they had to go on what they knew and push for more information of their situation. Besides they had nowhere else to run to, this was the end of the line, it was worth the risk.
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