Raven Nasra

Raven listened to the back and forth with a small smile, it hadn’t been very long as all since she had been in their boots. Nervous about the possibility of a red lightsabre appearing from the blue. When they had finished their discussion she slowly began to explain. “While all good ideas, never use any tossed explosives against a Sith unless you want to catch it in return to the face. Many troopers have died, some on Carida due to that. The force is a mysterious energy field that surrounds everything we touch, so do not be surprised to have your blaster rifle torn from your hands. Avoid close range as unless you have trained for years and have the force gift of premonition, a Sith Lord will beat you every time.” She gestured to a screen that was showing imperial Stormtrooper loadouts. “There is a reason that all traps, mines, and the like have the high powered electromagnetic lock on them. A Sith can’t pull what’s locked down. But the best thing to use is the Ysalamiri. Which the Imperial Remnant still have a hundred of. These small creatures-” She gestured to a small rack beside her chair. “-Sap the force from this room. Have one of these on your back and a Sith may never touch you with his lightning or his choking grip. He will still toss stuff at you though.” She stood and pointed to the display of the Sith charging the Jedi Knight. “Always keep on the move, your squad must always try to outflank them. See how he reflects those shards of transparisteel? You should mix your fire, some stun, some blaster, some slug, and a lot of flechette. The Sith are the major enemy of the Remnant and we should prepare to battle them. Using the standard issue FWG-5 flechette pistol you can pump a lot of razor sharp darts in a large spread into a Sith. He can’t block everything and once you hit him enough he won’t be able to block enough of the rounds. Hit him from as maximum angle as possible, from the flanks, everywhere. That’s how you take them down. Any questions?” She quickly typed up a response to the artist.

Raven nodded and looked at the scrolling holofeeds. “Ryloth will be our next mission then. There is much need of relief there, and an end to the Ryll trade will do good for the galaxy. Thank you for the suggestion, for now we must await our troops to finish their conquest of the Hutt systems. Then and only then we can move on.” She pushed a few buttons and she watched the streams of hundreds of holocams attached to stormtrooper officers across the system. Most were engaged in firefights in Nal Hutta. She selected one from a scout trooper that showed the current fight between the Jedi Knight Sarna and what appeared to be a Sith lord. She looked at the New members of the Royal Guard. “Watch this feed and tell me how you would defeat such a creature. We have protocols for it, but I would like to hear your recommendations.” Meanwhile the conquest and liberation of Nar Shaddaa was nearly complete.

The report confirmed some of what she had known and feared about the trade on Nar Shaddaa. Though ‘rights’ experts would protest the inhumane treatment of the slavers and summary execution of such people, she was not in the least bit bothered by it. Slavery was a capital crime in the Remnant, and child slavery, either sexual or otherwise was not something she would ever stop fighting against. The elimination of such vile scum did not play on her conscience in the slightest. “Then welcome aboard my friends, your imperial guard training will commence almost immediately, you should know it's not a cerimonil position. You will serve alongside the Imperial Knights in some of the most dangerous missions you can think of.” She looked down at the stack of datacards again, “So tell me men and women, what worlds in the outer rim require our Imperial attention?”

Raven flipped through the unit IDs of Tallin’s soldiers and analyzed them closely. A mix of non humans, something that would insult the moff council no doubt. She had to smile at that, the Remnant was changing faster than ever and had left some of the die hards miles behind. She looked up from her data cards and stood when Tallin entered. She warmly shook his hand and the hand of the rest of the members of his squad. “So they tell me you found a den of slavers out there dealing with children?” She looked out to where the Misericordia had arrived. Its angular dagger shape in darkest black, highlighted against Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa. “How are you men and women dealing with such a find? Did you deal with the scum? Your actions were recorded and your valour not unnoticed, you will all be getting the bronze cross of bravery if you will accept it. And promotion into the 39th Imperial Guard...” The Empire's elite unit, sworn to protect the Moff Council and the Empress herself, very few aliens had been allowed in the unit before and this was a great opportunity, if they chose to accept.

The black painted Imperial Star Destroyer II Misericordia detached from the Star Destroyer Ring on KDY and made its way towards Nar Shaddaa. Another ISD II began construction promptly, due to arrive, 12/12/2017

Jacobin sat and began to review the emergency forwarded holocams for the Gala, looking specifically for the representatives of Lemnos Industries of the Imperial Protectorate of Nubia. It would be done soon enough. ____________ Kyle Valennia and the rest of the Imperial crowd were shocked at the revealing display from Wolfstar but were even more concerned with her message about Nar Shaddaa. It seemed that she was thinking that the Imperials were there for some other motive than helping people. Luckily the populace knew from the hololnews that the imperial troops deployed on Nar Shaddaa were in the process of doing the best that anyone had ever done for the planet. Cleaning off the scum and villainy. If Wolfstar needed a new record label, surely Imperium Musicians Lmt would extend a hand with a generous sum attached. Which they of course did immediately after concert close. It was a good concert though so Kyle made his way backstage and knocked on her door. Concern on his voice. “Is everything all right Ammi? Do you need medical attention?”

Meanwhile, as the CR-90's were disabled, the large troop transports disgorged from the imperial fleet like rats from a sinking maritime vessel. They streaked to the surface carrying stormtroopers, supplies, At-ATs, AT-PTs, LAVS, and support personnel. They were screened by imperial fighter and bomber cover which when in atmosphere began their attack runs on Hutt positions. General Kyrie and her apprentice were alerted by high broadcast Comm to their helmets, and to be on watch for Sith. They were alerted to Jedi Sarna's engagement of a Sith Lord on the surface and their HUDs showed images of the Massassi taken by the helmet cams of the imperial troops in the area. The Imperial Knights were issued stern orders to kill any Sith found among the Hutt/Slaver forces. And to be prepared to recover a Jedi corpse if things went badly for her on the surface. There were greater forces at work here.

With the destruction of the slave rings and most criminal enterprise that preyed on the weak of Nar Shaddaa, Imperial domination was swift, and with the seizure of Hutt assets, slave rings, and the nationalization of casinos the Imperial Remnant were able to finance two major outreaches. The Imperial Mission on Nar Shaddaa With the slogan “Victory Without War” the imperial mission focused on providing aide, welfare, and medical services to the poor, unemployed, and destitute of the Smuggler’s Moon. Though the lines were initially long, sometimes stretching into the multiple hours for basic services, within a few days more smaller missions were set up around the moon each with its own garrison of stormtroopers, medical offices, and food kitchens. Every mission also boasted an imperial recruitment office for the Navy, Ground, and starfighter squadrons, those applying from Nar Shaddaa would be given large enlistment bonuses that went to help their families they left behind provided they passed the background checks. Also in the Imperial Missions were employment offices for the new Shaddaa Spaceworks which recruited millions of previously unemployed for work in the space/construction/design/painting/assembly industries. and The Nar Shaddaa SpaceWorks While still under construction, the orbital rings of heavy spaceworks were coming along splendidly. Protected by the Golan and the cover of an additional Golan III (To Be completed 12/5/2017) being constructed to replace the Golan I which would then be transferred to Nal Hutta orbit, the SpaceWorks with its concentrical rings around the Smuggler’s Moon would provide work for the majority of the inhabitants. Making crime unprofitable for most. The SpaceWorks concentrated on the manufacture of civilian vessels, transports, starfighters, and spaceliners. It would soon become the most profitable imperial commerce venture in history. When the constructions were finished and most of the major crime subsiding, imperial troops were called to their stations for debriefing. When the entered the Grand Imperial Mission for debrief, the crowds cheered unending, confetti floating lazily from the tower tops like a Hothan snow. Most slavers that were caught red handed or had sold slaves into situations that they had died in were convicted of "crimes against species" for peddling in flesh in civilian courts and executed or were sent to prison with life sentences. This included the majority of the Hutts, though there were many that willingly bowed to the Imperial Remnant for mercy and were granted it. Thus reforming their ways and assisting the Remnant and the ex smuggler's moon in rebuilding its bright future. Raven was pleased, and she called for Tallin and his squad to report to her personally for debriefing. Her fleet and army standing ready for any Sith counter attack.

The Agent nodded at the large whale like creature restrained in the bed. He motioned for the nurse to plug in another round of tranquilizers, there was no reason to torture the poor thing to death. Especially if he was an asset to be used in negotiations. As the drugs took hold the agent leaned down and informed him that, “The ambassador is enroute, and will arrive when you next regain consciousness. You needn't worry about torture, we are the New Empire, not the old. Now sleep.” He sat back and began to compose his report to the council, outlining his findings. By the time Gik awakened there would be his legal counsel and the diplomatic teams of his homeworld to see him. Albeit under heavy imperial guard. __________________________ Jacobin, sat back reviewing departure recordings from the area of the crimes. Only a few had launched from the mountain region, and within the hour that they had stopped getting broadcasts from the ISB agent and when the autopsy identified he had died there were only two ship that had left that area, and only one that had come from the direct scene of the crime before blasting off into hyperspace. The Helios Now who did that belong to? The broadcasted registration belonged to Lemnos Industries from the Imperial Protectorate of Nubia. An ally and prospective supplier of droids to the imperial military. That couldn't be. The ship had landed to take part in the Gala before heading into the mountains. He touched a few keypads and a request to pull footage from the security cams in the Gala was sent to the Moff Council and Head of State Zinthos, marked “Priority Urgent” And heavily encrypted. __________________________ Kyle Valennia walked alongside a cadre of off duty ISB agents into the concert. His heart secretly yearning to get another glimpse of the young starlet. He and his friends, dressed in civilian blues, with their off duty weapons slung on their sides smiled up from the front row. Kyle gave a wave to the lovely woman and joined in the rising applause. This was the first concert he had attended since his youth, and the first one he had ever been to where they served overpriced alcohol. Which he would gladly imbibe upon as the concert continued. In the back of his mind he was saddened that he couldn't have helped the beautiful woman more, and he vowed that he would if she asked him for anything else.

While the Sith and their allies scattered to the wind like flitnats before a firestorm, the Imperial Remnant began its effective occupation of the Smuggler’s Moon. Though unwanted by the criminal scum that had kept the civilian populace suppressed for generations, the Stormtrooper brigades were welcomed into most quarters by cheering mobs of the poor and downtrodden. As for those that did not welcome the troops; the rapists, career criminals, smugglers, pirates, and slavers would be dealt with. Through precision strikes, most gang hideouts were leveled with minimal casualties to the innocents, and their occupants arrested, or in the case of those that had been actively shooting at imperial troops, most were killed if they did not surrender. After the active firefights had slowed down, the Imperial fleet elements and fighter escorts maintained a heavy enforced blockade of the planet. A curfew was established, and all inbound and outbound flights were stopped and searched for criminal connections. Any that did not do so and tried to flee were disabled with Ion cannons, boarded, and investigated. It was through one such ioned freighter they were led to their first cache of slaves. Which led to another, and to another, and to another. Soon imperial troops were spilled throughout the city freeing slaves from pens inside cargo haulers or in some circumstances, in huge industrial warehouses. Thousands upon thousands of slaves were rescued, freed, and placed in protective prefab housing brought in by the shipload from Imperial Manufactures. Those evil men and women found in possession of slaves for sale were arrested, those found in possession of slaves under the age of sixteen intended for sexual use in the city’s many brothels of for export were mostly executed on the spot by shocked and disgusted imperial officers or stormtroopers. Over a thousand slavers caught red handed in such crimes as child slavery, killing slaves, or shipping slaves to worlds where they would be worked to death were executed. Several hundred more of the same type of slavers were simply arrested and held for trial. The holocameras held by Imperial News crews documented thousands of ill fed children getting their collars cut off by weeping imperial civilian staff as imperials walked hundreds of spice smugglers, gang members, and slavers to the two large temporary holding zones for Enemies of the State. While other cameras caught imperial troops handing out thousands of tonnes of MREs to the poor and innocent starving civilians of the smuggler’s moon. The next steps after ending slavery would be the elimination of illegal drug smuggling and the elimination of poverty through public and private work programmes, and the nationalization of the casino and gambling industries. The people of Nar Shaddaa would never see better days than these, and the poor knew it when they say the giant holo displays showing plans for shipyards, vehicle manufacturies, service industries, basic income, and trade unions. The populace would learn to love the Empire and those not accused of crimes would be able to vote on it within a few months. For now, the imperial fleet stayed ready and the imperial construction crews began construction of an emergency Golan I to assist in occupation of the moon. (To be completed 11/12/2017) While the private and public industrialists began their survey for the largest public works projects ever to be conducted in Hutt space. Up above the planet, Raven sat at the commander’s console, filling out a report to the Moff’s council to justify the mass spending of imperial currency when she was interrupted by an aide. He informed her of the Blood Gem’s pending offer and Raven’s black eyebrows arched in surprise. “Put me on a direct response on the transmission channels of these pirates.” Below on Ruby’s console she would see the Imperial Head of State, immaculately dressed and beautiful. When she spoke, only a single word came out of her lips before the transmission cut off into static. “No.” When the transmission was over she ordered the Imperial Fleet to be wary of the Gems and to shoot on sight any that flew their colours. Pirates, even contracted privateers would not be tolerated in the New Empire.

As the investigation into the Old Grandmaster’s death inched closer to its conclusion the Agents inside the main medical facility watched Feldstar with an air of suspicion and pity. As he freaked out about the loss of his arms, the medical technicians worked to bring his heart rate down with a few doses of medication. It wasn’t looking good for the creature, and the Empire was not overly familiar with the makeup of Herglics or what the dosage levels were. Their attempts to locate the information through formal request to the Giju embassy on Coruscant were denied and it left them with very few options. The assassin was dying and all they could do was to slow the process down. The agent sat on the edge of the bed as the medication took hold to calm down Gik’s senses and he asked softly,”What can we do to help you Feldstar, is there any family we can contact to come and visit you while you are in our custody?” If they didn’t get his heartrate down soon, it would all be over.

The Smugglers’ Moon, though much smaller than the huge planet of Nal Hutta in which it orbited still contained a massive amount of life. The last attempted census though taken decades prior had listed its population as a little over eighty billion souls. Poor, innocent, oppressed souls, that begged for the light of civilization free from the rule of the Hutts. A polluted world of crime it would not be for long. A precision strike would be enough to free the populace of oppression, there was no way any sized fleet would be able to engage eighty billion people but if they struck the leaders, the toll on the population would be bloodless. Freedom would be costly, but if imperial blood was what it took to bring the light to eighty billion innocents then they would gladly pay the price. The Imperial battleforce consisted of: With well practised precision, the three capital ships of the Imperial Remnant dropped out of their microjump within the gravity well of the smugglers’ moon. Raven and the Ubiqtorate at the helm of the Imperial Capital Eventuality of Justice. As they exited hyperspace, the Imperial fleet sent out a widecast broadcast for the occupiers and ruling clans of the Smugglers' Moon to surrender and began to ping away with their sensor clusters. While the fleet sent out a summons to surrender, the starfighter and bomber compliments immediately split to begin their attack runs on weapon emplacements of the non surrendering ruling Hutt mansions and government buildings in New Vertica, while the TIE defenders followed slowly in screening a screening maneuver for the Imperial Fleet. The Imperial fleet with fully charged weapon batteries fired on any ships that powered their own weapons in return. In coordination with the fighters and bombers after dealing with any enemy fleet elements, the Imperial Fleet conducted precision turbolaser barrages against emplacements as the landing forces made their way to the moon, intending to land and amidst heavy fire and make their way to the seat of government by force. There would be no negotiating with such an enemy as the hutts or Sith, any that surrendered would be given mercy, but if they did not, this planet would be freed by force. Surrender or Die. Those were the options presented. No more, no less. Street gangs were targeted by precision strikes when they dared to fire upon Imperial troops and their hideouts would be laid to ashes. Casinos would be occupied next after the initial assault proved effective. Crowds were ordered back into their homes as suppression teams were to land after the initial fire support teams of the 39th infantry,screened by heavy fighter and bomber cover. Bringing with them the heavy weapons of the Imperial Military, AT-ATs, Chariot LAVs, AT-PTs, and assault platforms. While the imperial fleet bombarded any signs of resistance on the smuggler's moon. ((Imperial Invasion Shot on the Sith owned moon (AP: 0) of Nar Shaddaa))

Raven nodded, “I do not wish to see you die either soldier, though we may yet both meet our fate at Nar Shaddaa.” She motioned to the strike leaders to join her and within a few minutes they were assembled, Grey Leader, a Togruta female named Hallin Verna in her early thirties, whose helmet was heavily modified to allow her head tails to still be protected saluted. Her counterpart, the leader of the starfighters, Yellow Leader a male human in his mid thirties named Jason Cel saluted besider her. Both of them received their briefings as did the commanders of Animarum and Consolatrix which were in system already. The Imperials were headed for war. Within minutes the Imperials dashed into hyperspace towards Nar Shaddaa.

Raven extended her black gloved hand to the Zabrak and let a smile cross over her thin lips. She shook it firmly, knowing that he could likely feel the strength of metal fingers that had so very long ago replaced the flesh that had been shattered by Tiana. Servo motors spun in silence as each finger moved to grasp his hand in hers and she looked him up and down. A bit scrawny for a stormtrooper but it would work. “I am Head of State Raven Zinthos the leader of this Remnant. Tell me Abraxas, are you ready to fight with your squad of men and prove us right about you? I heard that Zabraks are fierce fighters, and look forward to seeing you in action at Nar Shaddaa. Your squad will be assigned to the ground forces, and will take part in operations to suppress any militants planetside.Are you able and willing?” Below them, the last of the supplies were getting outfitted, hyperdrives being warmed up, and the Imperial Remnant fleet beginning to prepare for fierce combat against the smuggler base and criminal world of Nar Shaddaa. Three thousand initial troops prepared their weapons in the launch shuttles, AT-PTs were fueled and strike fighters ready for covering actions. The Fighter captains briefing their wings of eager pilots. They would meet up with the two corvettes system side and microjump to the smugglers moon. A two pronged attack to effectively wipe the Y’Toub system of its slave trades.

The Agent rolled his eyes and looked into the holocams. “More lies, the kriffing Galactic Alliance was invited to the operation, why the kriff did you decide to do that under cover when you were literally invited to the party? You are not going to be let go Agent Gik because...” He indicated his datapad, “...You are accused of sabotage, assassination, infiltration, and espionage. All of which carry the death penalty in the Remnant. That is unless you are traded in the negotiations. But for now you are under arrest and under ISB custody. Anything else you would like to say on record?” _____________ Around the Golan III Archangel Head of State Raven’s shuttle docked with the refueling Eventuality of Justice, she greeted the Ubiqtorate with warmth. “I have a mission for you and your ship.” She placed a datacard in his hand and looked around the Bridge. “I hear you picked up some escaped slaves? Are they here?”

The agent squinted down at the beast, adjusting the drip so that he could have a bit more clarity. “So Tenebris set you up to start a war you think? Will you testify to that?” He quickly relayed Gek’s words to his superiors who quickly and efficiently added the information to Raven’s briefing for the upcoming negotiations. As well ass Moff Priess’s desire to see some deal of revenge done for his son, or at least some compensation to add to his estates on Bastion. ________________ The commanding officer of the squad aboard the Eventuality of Justice looked to the young Zabrak and grinned, “So here we are at the temporary capital of the Galactic Empir-I mean Imperial Remnant. After refuelling and rearming we will depart for Nal Hutta and war. Are you ready newbie? If you don’t feel that you are just let me know and we can get some sim work done beforehand.”

The Imperial Ship Eventuality of Justice and its passengers departed for Carida.

So what was the droid doing here then? “Escorting the droid for what?” The Agent reached up and adjusted the pain reliever to give the CoreSec Assassin a relief from the horrible pain from severed nerves and ruined bone and blubber. He made sure the restraints were still secure and sat back, scrolling through his datapad, listening to the feed of potential questions that were coming through the ear mic and decided on one. “Then what were you and the droid doing here Mr Gik?”

Reaching up, the Agent pushed another few mils of pain medication into the drip, and brought the creatures thrashing into control. The gurney was stabilized and the few stormtroopers in the room were ushered out by the nursing staff, leaving the Agent and the CoreSec assassin alone in the hospital room. The only sounds were the beeping of the life saving machines and the ragged breathing of Feldstar, restrained in his hospital bed. His vitals slowly coming back under control. The Agent perched himself at the side of the bed and pulled out his Datapad, he scrolled through it a while before asking soft questions. “Tenebris sent you? Did he send others? Perhaps a month ago when the Jedi were here? Are there other plots in store?” The holocams watched silently, recording a hundred different angles, all prepared to capture his confession, and the officers behind the cameras sat eagerly awaiting the call to go to war. All it would take is a confession. ______________ Agent Jacobin walked through the mountainous terrain that had been marked down where the body had been found, while still a theory, it was likely that the Grandmaster had died here, and he would find out how. THough footprints and the like were long gone, the signs of a struggle were unmistakable. Little spots of blood, a crushed rock, a scorched patch of earth where sublight drives kicked in. His investigation team was combing the square kilometers of earth that surrounded the area, looking for anything that would help tie the ground investigation up, while all traffic logs from the Archangel were being compiled and the timelines and departure patterns matched. Soon

A message came for Aira Cadan detailing the incident of the CoreSec agents and the murder of a Moff’s son in the incident.

CoreSec, that band of foolish idealogues that had been recently absorbed in whole by the Galactic Alliance. This agent had hidden his identity in order to infiltrate the Imperial Remnant capital, surely not to assassinate the son of Moff Priess, but that had assuredly been accomplished. And the poor man’s body was being shipped back to Bastion where his family would arrange a full funeral. Meanwhile the moff council was screaming for its vengeance, and there would not be very much left to stop the two great empires from falling into a desperate war. If the GA had intended to or not, they had begun it. The ISB began their investigation, tying it with offworld crimes and assassinations, including possibly the assassination of the Old Jedi Grandmaster. Agent Jacobin was busy triangling the locations of the supposed murder, the ISB agents that had been murdered by blaster bolts, the scorch and landing marks that indicated where a ship had blasted off towards deep space, and finally the flight manifests of all departing vessels for that fateful day. They were fast approaching a breakthrough and he knew it, for now however he was looking down at a assassination suspect that had assisted in the killing of a Moff’s son. He reached down and adjusted the pain medications, pulling the suspect very painfully out of unconsciousness. “Why are you here CoreSec? What is Your mission?” He shouted at the whale like being in the hospital bed. ((Edited at request about the investigation))

The corvette Animarum blasted out of its restraints and headed to the Imperial forward command base outside Nal Hutta. The construction of a ISD II began with the estimated completion date of 11/13/2017

((Chaotic please check your PMs. You are not dead just disabled, this is a good learning experience.)) ((Posting a three day as agreed to between myself and Wyvernfall)) Brigade Leader Priess was cut down after his five round burst hit the chest of the Droid with the power of spun tibanna gas and imperial engineering. He died choking out his last breaths from a Nemoid blaster bolt that caught him in the throat, blowing out the windpipe and cutting his spine. Even as he died, he briefly reflected that it was better to join the force than live a disabled veteran and shame his house. At least there would be a heavily attended funeral, something for his father to wax poetic about, but his mother. Oh mother please forgive me for leaving so soon. The 43rd Assault Pioneers retreated back away from the gangplank and the AT-PT’s and Turbolasers turned the Gem of the Coral Seas into a hunk of discarded durasteel and duraloid bulkhead. Surprisingly, most of the crew survived, though many were heavily wounded. After securing the scene the Imperial Medical Corps recovered five wounded Nemoids and the droid that had started it all. Feldstar among the more heavily wounded was transported to the Issard Medical Facility in the Caridian capital where he would awake after some detailed repair work by imperial surgeons. The ISB would want to talk to him and his droid companion. _________________________ The Imperial Stormtrooper at the entrance to the Phillep Detente Military Archives turned to the young lady and accepted her ID. Silently she ran the ID on the check database and several seconds later extended the passport and ID back. “Miss Wolfstar, you have escorted permission to enter, please follow me, do not detour from the route I lead you on, or you will be stunned. While accessing the database, ISB agent Valennia will assist you in your queries. You will not touch the terminal, thank you.” After a few minutes of walking, ISB agent Kyle Valennia looked down at the holostar surrounded by two stormtroopers in their grey and green armour., “How can I assist you ma’am?”

Raven shook the Grand Admiral’s hand and let a pleasant smile creep across her face, their chances at conquering Hutt Space had significantly increased. Her smiled stayed wide as the engines of the Corona Class Frigate fired up and launched them into the depths of hyperspace. She released his hand as soon as the lightshow had subsided and the transparisteel bridge panels had turned to an opaque black. No reason to have the crew distracted by the lovely hyperspace tunnel. Or at least that’s what imperial designers at Kuat Drive Yards had thought. Though the original intention of such a design had been to keep people from being ‘hypnotized’ by the hyperlights, the modern Remnant had discounted such theories, but still utilized the technology as it was an extra R&D cost to redesign imperial transparisteel. Time and funding they couldn’t afford at the moment. “Grand Admiral, you have the bridge, you have overall fleet command over the Imperial Armada, with Moff Doordjooba commanding the Hand of Valour, with the Ubiqtorate Vessel Eventuality of Justice and Consolatrix joining us insystem within a hour. Thank you for joining us MacLeod, you are invaluable.” ((You may post exiting over Nal Hutta))

The DP20 Kuat variant "Consolatrix" launched into space and stocked sufficiently for a combat mission, departed for Nal Hutta