Lucky Strike (A Star Wars SI)

[MarkWarrior]

As kids, we used to play with plastic lightsabers, quoting movies, and laughing as we pretended to be Jedi or Sith. As adults, we like to claim that we left those dreams behind. That we matured and grew up and out of that kind of make-believe.

Of course, I'd thought it was the coolest thing ever when I woke up on Coruscant, the gleaming city, the skyscrapers larger than life, the speeders moving through the skies, and the distant spacecraft doing their endless shuffle to bring food, commodities, and whatever else the wealthiest of the Galaxy desired.

At first, I'd been filled with a sense of awe, the dreams of my childhood, the hopes I'd had as a teenager, finally showing fruit. After all, the sky wasn't even the limit here, the opportunities were endless.

Unfortunately, that initial burst of joy and happiness died soon after. Along with not having my family here, there were more complications. Without paperwork, I didn't exist to the Republic, and even in the Outer Rim, there was documentation or IDs for nearly everyone. So, it was assumed I was a criminal, and I was tossed into a cell and left to rot.

So much for the Ideals of the Republic. The only 'aid' I ever saw when I was living on the streets was a few people who showed kindness and helped me find clothing and temporary shelter for a few nights before I tried to move on.

I could've tried to find a place with the gangs of the undercity, but that didn't sit right with me. So, I had slowly climbed my way up to see the sky again before being thrown right back into the pervasive darkness that I'd just escaped.

At least here I got three meals of slop and a warm bed. That was better than what you could count on getting on a lot of the lower levels. But I was more isolated here than I had been down in the Undercity. I had no access to information, the prison guards considered us less than dirt, and everyone else here knew that I wasn't a hardened criminal. It was almost like they could smell it.

But they could tell that I'd had to do some pretty sketchy shit to survive down in the undercity and didn't want to push their luck. So, most of them avoided me, leaving me to my little corner of the prison to enjoy the quiet. After all, it wasn't like I had anything else I was allowed to do aside from check out books from the prison library that I was teaching myself to read.

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I wasn't sure how long I'd spent in the prison complex when the offer was made. It was probably shorter or longer than whatever I thought it was, but I'd read through the entire library twice, once I'd taught myself how to read Basic, and was finally starting to plan a way to legally get out of here when he arrived.

Lieutenant Condev Teskit was a solidly built middle-aged man. His uniform was pressed and clean, his face clean-shaven, and he was on a mission here. An offer to those willing to take it.

"Serve the Republic in the war against the Confederacy of Independent Systems, and your sentences will be summarily dismissed." His gray eyes looked at each of us, searching us and looking for guts, wisdom, I still wasn't sure what he was looking for. I'm not sure I had it, but he saw something in me because he accepted my signature with a stern smile and a nod as if he already knew what plans he had for me.

Not a single other person in the prison volunteered. Which is how I learned that they were all near the end of their sentences, or due for court cases. I nearly laughed when I read into the details. With the way the Republic courts worked, and the planetary courts on Coruscant, they'd be in prison for longer than their sentences were. But their lawyers always seemed to get them out ahead of time. Whether on a technicality or through some legal loophole, the people who could afford it never remained for more than a few days at a time. For everyone else, our court dates were set years, if not decades ,away.

So, I was the only one who'd found a way out of the prison. Trading in my off-white jumpsuit for the olive drab of the Republic Navy. My long, unkempt beard was shaved away, leaving a barren face, and the long curly mess of hair I'd grown in prison was now a close-cropped buzz.

I still vividly remembered the sights after stepping out of the prison, the skies that I'd thought gorgeous before being arrested were now filled with Venators and Acclimators, more police presence than ever before walked the streets, and off in the distance, the Senate buildings and Jedi Temple standing apart from everything else.

The Republic Navy's basic training was odd compared to what I remembered the military back home going through. It was a lot less focused on physical activity and more focused on ensuring that we all knew our way around the starships that were being used in the Republic Navy. From weapons systems to piloting, we were all thrown into a three month crash-course and told to sink or swim.

Gunnery, piloting, the math on how to calculate hyperspace trajectories, I threw myself into all of it with an energy and a fury I hadn't thought I possessed anymore. I knew that there wasn't anything I could do to convince the Jedi that Palpatine was a Sith Lord. What evidence could I even uncover that wouldn't be buried along with me? After all, I'd spent the first half-decade of my life in this universe crawling up through Coruscant's underbelly before being thrown in jail for the other half. No one would trust me, and at this point I was nearly broken. My spirit had languished with no purpose and no idea what to do.

So, I threw myself into the training, learning everything I could and maxing out my time every chance I could get. Small arms training came second nature to me, I'd long been a person who loved firearms and Blasters were easy comparatively when it came to recoil impulses.

The Sims were where I spent the most time, though. I trained on piloting everything I could during the three-month period. While Starfighters were fun and agile, something inside of me simply loved getting to pilot the big ships. So, I spent time making moving the big lugs around like it was second nature before getting kicked off and into the next phase of training.

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In the end, I fully expected this to end up being like Warhammer 40k. Despite assurances from various officers in the training courses, I knew that the Republic wasn't the gold standard that everyone thought it was. And I fully expected myself and the other criminal elements to be tossed into the blender of the frontlines to never be heard from again. No one ever cared if penal battalions or crews came back with losses.

Instead, I soon found myself in front of an up-armed Consular Class Light Cruiser on one of the many docking areas for Coruscant. The name Firebird was written across the side of the Consular in Aurebesh, a fresh coat of paint that matched that of a Venator's was on it, and newly installed twin-turbolaser batteries gleamed in the midday sun.

"Mister Hull," a strangely familiar voice interrupted my woolgathering. "If you would join me, we do not have all day."

"Sorry, sir," I dry-swallowed and stood at attention, my mind racing to place the face and voice in the hope that I wouldn't get thrown back into that prison. "It won't happen again."

"See to it that it doesn't," Lieutenant Condev replied, his calm gait carrying him further up the ramp into the ship. "Now come, you're the last crew member, and we're due to join the battlegroup headed for Chrisophsis within the hour."

Shrugging the bag filled with my extra uniforms and the lone datapad I'd scrounged onto my shoulders, I struggled to catch up to the taller man. Eventually, keeping pace with him and following his flanks.

"Stow your bag in cabin Cresh-3, and then join me on the bridge," the man continued on his path. "You'll take your place there, ensign."

"Aye, Captain," I replied, widening my stride to hit the designated cabit and stowed my bag into the small foot locker. Given the nature of my new Commanding Officer, I fully expected for him to be a stickler for cleanliness. Then, closing the door behind me, I moved to the Firebird's bridge.

---

"Permission to enter the bridge, sir?" Ensign Hull asked, pausing outside of the threshold of the bridge.

"Permission granted," Lieutenant Condev Teskit replied, his hands clasped behind his back as he gestured towards the empty seat. "Please take your place in the pilot's seat, Ensign Hull. We don't have time to waste here."

The other man took a seat and then familiarized himself with the controls before mapping them in a way that felt more comfortable to him and setting the communications headset on his head.

"Captain," Janine Franz, the communications officer, looked up. "Control is authorizing us to launch and join the fleet."

"Ensign Hull," Condev looked at the second-oldest member of his bridge crew. "Please follow the directions issued by Control. The space around Coruscant is crowded, and I'd hate for us to collide with another vessel."

"Aye, Sir," The Ensign replied, his professionalism fitting in well with the rest of the bridge crew.

As the Firebird lifted off gently and then boosted for the void of space, Teskit considered his bridge crew. They were all green. They'd never been blooded or fought a battle in the void, much less tangled with pirates or the other scum scattered across the galaxy.

When the Republic Navy had told him to recruit from the prisons of the Core, Teskit had been disgusted with the idea. As an officer of the Judiciary Corps, he had considered it an offense at first. But there were a few gems in the rough he'd seen. Ensign Hull was one, and there were others whom he was keeping an eye on the careers of. If he eventually came to command more than this small ship, then he would need the potentially experienced officers.

Assuming that they survived beyond the first few battles, that was. For now, though, he was stuck with the young faces of his current crew. The refit Consular might be undergunned compared to many ships, but she had good shields and was fast enough that she would be able to do some damage if given the opportunity.

"Receiving transmission from the Negotiator, Captain," Franz looked up, one of her locks coming free from the bun that trapped it and falling in front of her eyes. "We're being instructed to join in the fleet formation. We're to escort the Renown."

"Moving into formation," Ensign Hull reported, his calm control easing the ship into the fleet's formation without a bit of the hull out of line. "Coordinates for Cristophsis are locked in, Captain. Give the word, and we can begin our hyperspace jump."

"Wait until we're given the order, Ensign," Teskit looked out the viewport at the fleet. "The last thing we want to do now is perish alone against the enemy."

Now that they were in position, it turned into a waiting game as the rest of the Open Circle Fleet arrived and split into their battlegroups.

"Captain, we're authorized to jump, I repeat. Authorized to Jump."

"Ensign," The Lieutenant gave the order and watched as the stars turned into streaks ahead of him.

"ETA to Cristophsis is a day and a half, sir," Hull reported.

"Then we meet the enemy in a day," Teskit looked to his crew and found them all looking to him for comfort aside from Ensign Hull, whose gaze was locked with the lights outside of the cockpit.

The Ensign was an odd one to have found within the prison system. Sure, there were plenty of people who went undocumented as citizens of the Republic when it came to the Undercity of Coruscant. Most of them simply went about their business and either joined a gang or became one of the many numbers who worked in the small factories beneath the skyscrapers.

Hull was one of the few who found themselves at the whims of the local jurisdiction when he climbed out of the Undercity. In most cases, he would have been given a slap on the wrist and given a path to rehabilitate somewhere in the Mid Rim. But Hull had happened to climb up during a crackdown on all crime in that subsection of Coruscant. The local gangs had been at war and after one too many businesses were a casualty, the Judiciary officers, local police, and judge had acted swiftly and without mercy, making an example of those who had committed even the smallest crimes.

All of which explained the hard lines on the Ensign's face, the dark bags around his eyes that he didn't even attempt to conceal and the pale skin that seemed almost albino-esq when he'd first witnessed him in the prison.

Now, he seemed healthier and extremely motivated, but only time would tell if the Ensign was truly worth the investment that Teskit had placed in him.

Most of the members of the Republic military recruited from prisons were serving in logistical areas on the frontlines, supplying Clone Troopers and local militia with food and weapons. Treskit had other ideas for a few of them, though, and had dug into his own retirement savings to invest in their futures as potential Republic Navy Officers.

This war wouldn't last forever, and Treskit knew that there would be a need for determined and loyal officers in the Republic after this was all said and done. The Separatists weren't the only ones to think the Republic was weak and failing. Many held such thoughts in the darkest parts of their minds. But there was hope for a change, they just had to win this bloody war first.

 

[Gigant]

Watched

 

[Bishop 7053]

I will watch your career with great interest.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 1

Location: Christoph System, Savareen Sector, Outer Rim Territories
22 BBY

The stream of stars solidified into coherent light again, and the rest of the Open Circle Fleet dropped out of hyperspace around us, our lone Consular moving as an escort to the Renown, one of the shiny new Venators that had been donated and absorbed into the reformed Republic Navy.

"Captain, FLEETCOM is instructing us to move in and support starfighter wings," Franz reported.

"Excellent," Lieutenant Teskit said calmly, his face set in stone. "Gunner Mattix, we are to remove any bombers that make it through the fighter screen. Ensign Hull, follow all instructions from the fleet until we make contact."

"Aye, sir, initiating burn to received coordinates," I tapped a few controls and felt the giant engines shudder underneath us. If we were on any larger ships, I'd simply be the director of the pilots and sending commands to the copilots. But on a Consular, I had main control, and the two copilots were feeding me information and giving course corrections as needed.

We slowly began to outpace the large wedge-shaped Venators and Acclimators. The Z-95 Headhunters and ARC-170s keeping pace with the other Consular-class refits that had been hastily assigned as escorts for the larger craft. The number of starfighters flying through the void to meet the swarms of droid fighters felt small compared to the masses of droids that were coming to meet us head on.

Despite the speeds we were moving at, it still took time before the clash. As the minutes crawled by, the pit in my stomach grew until suddenly, we were in the middle of the furball.

It was utter chaos around the ship, the sensors screamed at me as droid fighters surrounded us. I clenched my hands around the controls for a moment before the Captain's calm voice carried across the bridge.

"Ensign Hull, come to heading zero-five-four and pitch us up five degrees. Ensign Ronard, increase power to the rear deflectors," Lieutenant Teskit's hands remained clasped behind his back. "Mattix, the sight of those droids offends me, cleanse the space around us and coordinate fire with the starfighter squadrons."

"Adjusting heading to 054, pitching up five degrees, aye sir!" I tapped a control and one of the twin droid copilots began to pitch us up as the slight shift gave us the most coverage over the fighter swarms that surrounded us.

Mattix's control over the five main batteries was absolute, while the few droids that assisted maintained control of the point defenses.

Then, as soon as we were in the furball, we were out of it, our heading had taken us out of the furball and given us a chance to turn around and inflict more damage along the flanks.

"Shields are holding at sixty percent," Ronard reported. "We're still good to go, captain."

"Adjust the course to one-seven-nine and pitch down ten degrees," Teskit ordered. "We're going to swing around and hit the bombers."

"Adjusting course, aye sir," my hands danced on the controls, hitting the side thrusters to spin us to the heading the Lieutenant had indicated.

The Firebird now had clusters of fighters in the forward cone of fire for the turbolaser batteries, the droids and Clone fighters intermingling and spinning around the cruisers that had finally caught up. Dogfights ended in sudden explosions or continued for seconds before splitting off into other directions.

Taking a deep breath, I eased the Firebird back into the furball, twisting the ship with assistance from the lone engineer and the droid copilots that were being used in place of trained personnel at the moment.

"Captain, multiple squadrons within our AO are requesting assistance with clearing out enemy fighter pickets," Franz looked up at the Lieutenant from her chair.

"Find the nearest squadron and forward the coordinates to Ensign Hull, the more fighters we keep in the fight, the more we have to use against the enemy later," Teskit responded. "Have we received anymore orders from FLEETCOM?"

"Negative sir," Franz shook her head. "Though the Seppies jamming is likely preventing us from hearing anything more than the fighters around us."

"Very well," Teskit inclined his head a fraction. "We will continue as previously instructed until we are commanded otherwise. Chief Mattix, please remove the enemy fighters from our area of operations. Petty Officer Franz, the Ship's intercom."

The gunner opened fire on every droid fighter that crossed our path while I attempted to keep any damage to our light frigate at a minimum. Our deflectors barely staying active as we were hit with the blaster cannons of the Vultures that swarmed us.

Then the second wave of Clone Starfighters arrived, the large wedge shapes of the Venators now lending their medium turbolasers and point defenses to the fight and causing the Vultures to break off and streak back to the Lucrehulks that had carried them here.

"Damage report," Teskit glanced around at us.

"Moderate hull damage in sections Aurek and Dorn," Ronard reported. "Deflectors are recharging but the emitters were damaged around most of the ship. We'll only be able to squeeze thirty percent out of our Deflectors until we've made the necessary repairs."

"Engines are intact and still ready for any maneuvers we might need, captain," I flipped through the data on my console. Inertial Dampeners appear to be compensating at ninety percent efficiency."

"Very well. Ensign Ronard, begin repairs, I'll have our Navy Troopers begin rescue operations of surrounding Starfighter pilots," Lieutenant Teskit gestured for Franz to activate the intercoms and began issuing orders. "Ensign Hull, initiate full sensor sweeps in our immediate AO. I want to see how the fleet looks."

Tapping a few controls, I began the sensor sweep. The broad spectrum sweeps giving me a picture of what the void around us looked like. Scattered around us were the broken and shattered frames of starfighters, both separatist and Republic alike. As far as the other Consular class frigates, well, we'd certainly come out better than most of the others.

A third of the other escorts were gone, either shattered into pieces, or drifting without power in the void around us. Another third were in the same position that we were in with minor to moderate damage that would be repaired in the next few hours, days, or weeks.

And the last third were the frigates that had been held back with the Venators and Acclamators.

What was worse than the damage though, were the lifesigns. Hundreds, no thousands drifted through the empty void of space, a few ships like the Firebird were doing search and rescue operations while beginning emergency repairs, but the rest were with the Open Circle Fleet. Intent on breaking the blockade of Christophsis.

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Twelve hours later…


"Lieutenant Teskit, once you have affected repairs, you're to rejoin the Renown and deliver any rescued personnel to the medical frigates," Admiral Yularen ordered. "The Renown and her escorts are to be dispatched to ensure the hyperlanes between Christophsis and the Mid-Rim remain open to our forces."

"Understood, Admiral," Teskit looked at the hologram of his current commanding officer. "We will begin moving immediately to rejoin the Renown and provide her with an escort."

"Captain Dara will be in command of the battlegroup, any further orders will be relayed through him," Yularen continued. "Begin Comms transfer," the Admiral instructed someone that Teskit couldn't see, the hologram winking out and being replaced with a man that was as young as Teskit's youngest bridge officer.

"Captain Dara," Teskit greeted his new CO, locking the tension of having another green officer be in command behind his iron will and stone facade. "The Firebird is en route to join the rest of your battlegroup. Once we've made contact with the medical frigates and have transferred the starfighter pilots, we'll be ready to join in any fleet actions."

"See to it that it happens in a timely manner," the captain's visage reeked of arrogance even through the hologram. "If you are not present shortly, you may join us along the hyperspace routes."

Teskit swallowed back the initial burst of anger and simply acknowledged the order before gesturing for Franz to cut the communications.

"Ensign, Hull, what time frame are we looking at for docking and unloading of our current passengers?" He asked the pilot.

"Two hours to the medical frigate, and then another to join up with the Renown's battlegroup, Captain," The Ensign replied.

"Very well," Teskit rested his hand on his chin. "Petty officer Franz, relay our ETA to the Renown's command console, and open up a channel to engineering."

"Ensign Ronard, here," A muffled voice responded.

"What is the status of the repairs on the emitter?" the Lieutenant asked the only other veteran on the crew.

"We should be able to get back up to seventy-five percent of peak performance," Ronard replied. "Anything more will require more time than I expect us to have."

"Thank you Ensign, you'll rotate out with the bridge crew once you've returned from making repairs."

Teskit knew the dangers of running a bridge crew ragged. One of the first captains he'd served under had nearly gotten his ship destroyed during the Stark-Hyperspace War. His crew had performed well during this battle so far, but if they were to win the war, then good practices needed to be enforced now while the initial cost of victory was fresh in their minds.

"You have done well," Teskit offered a rare smile as he looked at the small bridge crew. "Second Shift will take your place once we enter Hyperspace. I want all of you to get six hours of rack time at a minimum, eight if possible. Rested minds are less likely to make mistakes in the heat of combat."

The crew of the Firebird was much smaller than one of the cruisers demanded, so having two shifts instead of the usual recommended three was how things were going to have to be run until Teskit had a larger command.

"Sir, do you know why FLEETCOM is weakening our fleet before we've even accomplished our objectives yet?" Ensign Hull asked, gesturing to the small holotable that showed the system.

"Because we came with multiple goals in mind," Teskit walked to the holotable and touched a few controls, zooming out from Christophsis to the surrounding systems and the hyperlanes connecting them. "Christophsis is critical to our defense of this sector of the Mid-Rim not only because of its resources. But also because of its location. Barring several smaller, riskier routes, Christophsis is the anchor to many of the routes that would be required to move large fleet operations through. There is no telling how many raiders and enemies were sneaked in while we were En route. So, we are to ensure that the lanes between the Outer and Mid Rim remain clear of Separatist forces."

Teskit leaned forward and changed the hologram to one of their ship.

"Hopefully we will have repaired most of the damage before we encounter further enemies. But we will do as duty demands of us," Teskit stated plainly.

With the display now showing the battle in space, it was clear that there was a stalemate. The Separatists had retreated behind the moon, and the Republic had landed ground troops to combat the occupation forces. All that remained was to see who would make the first moves to take total control of the void in the system.

But that wasn't the concern of Teskit, so he noted a few key portions of the system for reference if he had to return and then focused on the task at hand.

 

[Yacov]

A Consular light cruiser? Good small ship. Only takes around 9 crew to run fully. 20+ if you want multiple shifts. It's no Venator and certainly won't have a Jedi aboard full time, but still going to see plenty of action.

 

[MarkWarrior]

One of the things that people didn't realize happened after combat was the adrenaline crash. You see, the human body can only stay operating at high alert for so long before it drags itself back down to operating at the normal level. Sure, training and experience can stave off the worst of the effects, but only for a set time.

Now that we were twelve hours after the initial push of the fleet into Christophsis, I was more than exhausted. Sure, I could probably continue piloting and even continue to function if I downed some of the 'caf' that they had here. But, I would rather just go crash in my bunk.

"Captain, we're in formation with the rest of the Renown's battlegroup," I reported as we finally reached the position we'd been ordered into, the maneuvering thrusters nudging us to the exact coordinates we'd been ordered to.
"Second shift, report to the bridge," Lieutenant Teskit leaned over the intercom system that Franz had keyed for him.

A few moments later, the five crew members of second shift had arrived at the bridge. Droids were filling in for the other four slots until we had the personnel freed up for the tasks.

"Avon," I nodded at the Twi'lek that was the secondary pilot. "Let me flip the controls to how you like them."

"Thanks, you get some rest. I'd hate for me to have to fill in for you permanantly," the other pilot chuckled as I touched a few controls and changed the configuration back to the standard for the Consular.

"I'd be fine with you taking over," I shrugged. "You've got more experience."

"I hate flying," The Twi'lek shuddered. "I much prefer being the cargo hauler. Once we pick up a real pilot, I'll gladly go back to the logistical side of things."

"Well, I guess we'll see what happens," I shrugged and stepped out of the pilot's section, using the console as support for a minute before stabilizing and heading for the crew quarters.

My cabin (Cresh-3) was shared with Ensign Ronard. Instead of hot-swapping like the US Navy did back on Earth, we had shared cabins and when the door slid open to reveal the engineer already snoring away on the small bunk.

I quickly stripped out of my uniform and laid down in my bunk, pulled the thin but warm sheet and blanket up, and closed my eyes.

But sleep never came, at least not at first. Instead, my brain went over everything that happened in the void when I was piloting. All of the mistakes, every little thing that I'd done wrong in maneuvering and the places where I could have potentially saved the lives of some of the starfighters and pilots.

Eventually, I sighed and opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling like I'd done in the prison for the last few years and feeling the tension in my spine. Oddly enough, it was that 'click' in my brain that I wasn't in prison anymore that calmed my brain down enough for it to slowly shut down.

With a final yawn, I drifted off to sleep.

–
–

"Caf sucks," I complained to Ronard as we sat in the small kitchenette of the Firebird. The beverage did deliver caffeine to your system like it was supposed to, but it wasn't coffee, and I missed the drinks from home.

"Don't drink it then," The older man shrugged.

"It's better than not having anything," I sighed, though deep within, I was seriously considering trying to locate coffee or something similar. Hell, even though I didn't smoke outside of a cigar once or twice a year back home, I'd even like a zyn or some sort of nicotine. Anything that would remind me of home at this point.

But for now, I was stuck with caf, which was doing fine on helping me wake up if nothing else, so I sucked it up and finished the freeze-dried meal that breakfast consisted of.

Swallowing down the last of the meal with the mug of caf, I tossed the package for the ration into the trash and put the mug in what passed for the futuristic dishwashers here.

"You heading to the bridge when you're done?" I asked the other Ensign.

"No," He wiped off his mouth. "I've still got emitters to repair and test before we see combat again. The last thing the Firebird needs is to have a deflector fail at the wrong time."

The engineer was blunt, but I absolutely understood what he was saying. Outside of starfighters, the Consular was the lightest and most fragile ship the Republic fielded currently. But I'd heard rumors of the Corellians upscaling the design to a more heavily armored and armed ship instead of the refits we were using now. But until we were using one of those larger ships, we were a glass cannon without the extreme firepower.

"If we ever have the time, I'd like to learn what I can do to help," I offered.

"Stick to piloting," he grunted. "Last thing I need is for you to kriff something up."

"Alright," I raised my hands in surrender. "I just have an awful aversion to dying right now. So, I figured I'd offer."

Ronard sighed and glanced up from his food.

"Look, I appreciate the offer, and if we weren't in an active war, I'd probably be willing to teach you everything. But we don't have the time, and this isn't the place for me to show you basic repairs," the engineer sipped his caf. "So, stick to your job. If you pilot well enough, I should have less repairs to make. Improve where you can right now. Let me worry about keeping the Firebird in good repair."

"Fair enough," I shrugged and stepped out of the kitchenette, squeezing by Janine as she pulled her brown hair into a tight bun and tucked it under her cap.

We'd all had issues sleeping after our first day of combat. Well, everyone except for the Lieutenant and Ronard. But they were the veterans, they already knew what to expect. The rest of us were green, and still had a lot of learning to do before we were settled completely into our new roles.

So, with breakfast finished, I straightened my uniform and headed for the bridge. I'd be starting my shift early. But given we didn't know what would be waiting for us when we dropped out of hyperspace, I figured I'd rather be at my station where I had some control over things instead of stuck waiting to figure out if I'd live or die.

---

Lieutenant Teskit stepped onto the bridge of his ship, looking around and nodding in satisfaction as he noted the first shift was already waiting at their stations.

"Captain on deck!" Ensign Ronard called out, causing the entire crew minus the droids to stand to attention.

"At ease," Teskit ordered. "Ensign Ronard, do you have a report on the repairs?"

"We're as spaceworthy as we can be without a shipyard," Ronard replied. "Deflectors are holding steady at ninety-seven percent efficiency, everything else has been repaired."

"Excellent," Teksit returned to his usual stance. "Ensign Hull, how long until we have arrived."

"ETA is five minutes, sir," Hull replied.

"Mattix, warm up the weapons. Franz, be ready to receive transmissions from the Renown," He ordered. "When we drop out of hyperspace, I want us prepared for anything that may await us on the other side."

The crew went through their jobs and a few short moments later, the Firebird and other ships dropped out of hyperspace in formation. A planet and system I didn't know the name of was 'below' us.

But there weren't any Separatist ships in the system, so everything seemed calm.

"Receiving transmission from Captain Dara," Franz relayed.

"Lieutenant Teskit, your ship and the Pathfinder are to act as a scouting party," Captain Dara commanded. "You're free to do whatever is necessary should you encounter the Separatists."

"Understood, Captain," Teskit acknowledged. "I will begin coordinating with the Pathfinder immediately."

The Captain's hologram winked out of existence, leaving us in silence before Treskit began issuing orders.

"Captain, the Pathfinder is signalling that they'll follow our lead," Franz reported, her hands dancing across the communications suite.

"Very well," Teskit replied. "Signal for her to fall onto our left flank. Ensign Hull, begin preparations to take us into hyperspace."

"Aye sir, running calculations now," Hull began typing into his console.

"Petty Officer, once the Pathfinder has given her readiness, coordinate with Ensign Hull for the jump," Teskit commanded, taking the lull to try and remember who commanded the Pathfinder, only to draw a blank until he checked Franz's terminal to see that it was entirely manned by the Clones.

While the Lieutenant understood the use of the Clones as an emergency force, he was uncomfortable with the idea of fighting the war solely with clones as a fighting force. There were plenty of Republic Citizens that would be willing to volunteer to join the Navy and Army should they be given the opportunity. But HIGHCOM seemed content to utilize the Clones in place of a recruited navy and army. Despite the extreme costs of a clone army when compared to recruits.

"Hyperspace jump is prepared, captain," Hull reported. "Pathfinder is ready to jump as well."

"Initiate jump," Teskit replied. "Mattix, ensure our weapons are ready for when we drop out of hyperspace."

"Aye sir," the Chief Gunner officer replied as the stars turned into the streaks of light. "We'll be ready for them."

–
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Shortly after jumping, the ships were yanked out of the hyperlane, the Firebird and Pathfinder narrowly avoiding an asteroid blocking the path.

"Captain, two Sabaoth destroyers and their starfighter escorts!" Ensign Hull reported.

"Hmm, the reports from Geonosis that the entire squadron was rendered combat incapable must be incorrect then," Teskit shook his head. "I recognize this tactic though, they utilized the Asteroid as a gravity generator. It's an old pirate trick, risky to pull off because you risk losing the cargo, but it does work. Mattix, ensure that the concussion missile launchers are loaded and prepped. We're outgunned here, but not by much, and Toth was the best of Sabaoth, and without him, they'll be lacking."

The Lieutenant stepped forward to the holotable as our sensors began to put together an image of the system."Call for the rest of the Renown's battlegroup to assist us, and then signal for the Pathfinder to create overlapping lanes of fire with us. After we've dealt with the starfighters, we'll have the opportunity to engage the destroyers themselves."

Teskit could see the hesitation in his crew for a moment and waited to see if they would follow his orders. A battle where they were among a fleet was one thing. A small skirmish between nearly equal forces? With the greater potential for their deaths, that was something different.

One heartbeat, then another, but the bridge crew moved through their paces. Whether it was training, fear, or both, the hesitation was gone, replaced with the quick action of a prepared crew.

"Ensign Hull, keep us out of range of the capital ship weapons of the destroyers," Teskit said, leaning over the holotable and watching as the twenty-four starfighters began to close in on the twin frigates. "Mattix, calculate the starfighters likely course and prepare to launch our concussion missiles."

"Yes, sir!" The two men responded, doing as instructed while the red dots moved closer on the console.

Now, it came down to the thing that made spacetime combat such an adrenaline rush and exhaustive experience. Space was massive, and even the 'short' distance between the frigates and the destroyers took time to advance through. So, even as the thrusters engaged, and the crew went through the calculations involving velocity and weapons tracking, the distance grew shorter. First five minutes passed, then ten, and at the twenty minute mark, the Sabaoth starfighters were within range.

The concussion missiles had been launched in advance and reached the initial fighters as they cleared the asteroid's horizon, the missiles detonating and damaging or destroying a fourth of the missiles before they reached extreme turbolaser range.

Mattix's face was set in stone, his hands dancing across his console as the turbolasers under his control began to engage the fighters, the point defence lasers taking care of anything that broke through and Hull's maneuvers keeping the Firebird from taking too much damage.

"Hull, port emergency thrusters on my mark," Teskit saw the proton torpedoes launch on the table and knew that they wouldn't have much time to evade.

"Thrusters are ready, captain," Hull replied, steady but filled with the adrenaline of combat.

Teskit's eyes tracked the torpedoes, knowing that the tracking wouldn't be fooled if they didn't do this at the correct time.

"Mark," Teskit ordered, the thrusters kicking in and sending the Firebird dancing to the right, the pack of torpedoes chasing them losing track and spinning off into the void of deep space.

"Enemy Starfighter strength is down to half," Franz took over the sensor feeds while coordinating with the other Republic vessel. "Pathfinder is reporting moderate damage, her concussion missile launchers are damaged."

"Have them pull back," Teskit instructed. "Hull, shift heading to two-three-five and spin down twelve degrees. We're going to pull the rest of the squadrons onto our tails. The Pathfinder needs to be ready to assist."

Hull and the droid copilots skillfully executed the command while Ronard shifted the power to the rear deflectors.

The twelve starfighters that remained closed in on the Firebird's tail as the Pathfinder opened up in a vicious crossfire that removed all but four fighters from the board.

After that, the four survivors peeled off and headed back for the destroyers. The first part of this skirmish was finished, now came the more difficult part.

 

[MarkWarrior]

---

Chapter 3

I gave a long exhale as I watched the last four starfighters leave the Firebird behind. With the initial danger now past, I could rest my OODA loop and get my head in order.

"Ensign Hull," The Lieutenant was now over my shoulder instead of leaning over the holotable. "Please bring us back into overlap with the Pathfinder and then plot a course for intercepting the destroyers."

"Aye sir," I replied, sending the course plotting task over to one of the droid copilots and hitting the control for the starboard maneuvering thrusters, spinning us around and heading back to our damaged ally.

"Damn," I winced as the other Consular filled the bridge viewports. There were a few hull breaches and the ship was leaking atmosphere in a few places. "She's in a sorry state."

"Pathfinder is reporting minor hull damage," Franz answered the question I hadn't voiced yet. "Her deflectors are at full strength though, and she's restored functionality to her port concussion missile launchers."

"Good," Lieutenant Teskit was looking at the Clone-crewed ship in front of us. "Have them send a full status readout in the next few moments before we move further into the system and eliminate the remainder of the Separatist forces."

"This is CT-1972," the voice of one of the Clones came through the communications suite. "We're combat capable and ready to bring the fight to the enemy."

I could almost sense the sigh of the Lieutenant as he breathed and then replied.

"We have not said that you are incapable of further combat," Teskit's arms found their natural place behind his back once more. "I need the full readouts of your functionality in order to plan properly."

"Understood, Sir," The clone replied. "Sending technical readout now."

I just sat in my chair, triple-checking the plotted course while waiting to hear what my orders would be.

"Sabaoth Destroyers are hardy ships, but they possess weaknesses that we can exploit if we move fast enough to take advantage. They are highly maneuverable vessels, yes. But they pay a heavy price for that ability," Teskit explained after a few moments, his datapad in his hand while he reviewed the damage that'd be done to the Pathfinder and the Firebird. "Their thrusters are where the shields are weak, and the capital ship turrets nearly overtax their generators when they are fired."

It only took me a minute to figure out what the Lieutenant's plan was.

We had a slight edge in speed on the destroyers, even if we couldn't match their firepower. And given the Pathfinder had restored functionality to some of their missile launchers, we now had an opportunity.

If I was right, then we were going to be playing bait, forcing the two destroyers to play to our tune while the clone operated ship took out their thrusters and main armament.

That's what I thought, at least. Until the Lieutenant continued.

"According to the initial scans that we took of the system and of the ships, it is obvious that while these two did escape from Geonosis, they are not as intact as they would like for us to believe," the terminals in front of each of us lit up with the scans. "As you can see here, one of the destroyers is missing the entirety of its capital ship turrets and is acting as a starfighter carrier. The other one has a weak thruster profile, but still retains all of its usual armament So, instead of baiting them out, we're going to be striking while they are still reeling from the loss of their starfighter escorts. Franze, send our plotted course to the Pathfinder and instruct them to use their own discretion for their engagement. Ensign Hull, give me a slingshot trajectory around the asteroid to enhance our speed. Ronard, reload our concussion missile tubes. Mattix, I want a firing solution ready for those missiles once we're in knife-fight range."

Tapping a single control, I forwarded the course I'd plotted to Franz with a short nod before running through the math on the slingshot that the Lieutenant ordered. I was a little concerned about the weapons and how fast we'd be moving through the enemy formation, and if I 'missed' where they were located, then we'd be moving too fast to turn around and assist the Pathfinder. So, I had to get this right the first time.

Running through the math in my head, I plotted out the most likely course for the enemy ships and then ran the slingshot through the duo. The droids ran simulations until we found one with a high chance of success and I forwarded it to the Lieutenant for approval.

"CT-1972, begin combat run," Teskit had signaled for Franz to open the channel. "We're initiating ours as well," He gave me a sharp nod.

"Executing a slingshot maneuver, aye, sir!" I sent a burst of fuel through the thrusters and felt the rumble as our engines began to accelerate around the asteroid.

The droids handled the maneuvering thrusters, keeping us in a tightly controlled orbit as we picked up extra speed from the gravity generated, (every little bit counted). And then we were on the other side and our sensors gave us the full picture of the system.

"So that's how they towed it into place," Ronard muttered as his console fed him data behind me. "Captain, we're going to need to take out those tugs as well."

"One problem at a time, ensign," Teskit replied. "We have no idea if those crews were pressed into service, or if they are manned by droids. Mattix, I'm sending you an alternate firing solution for the concussion missiles. Ensure that it is followed," Teskit tapped a control on his datapad. "When we are in range, focus fire on the enemy capital ship turrets, we can handle some hits from their secondary armaments, but one or two shots from those turrets will tear us to pieces."

I felt my jaw clench as we neared the effective range of said turrets, acting against the instincts that told me to alter trajectory in order to evade the green lances that chased the Firebird.

As we got closer, the fire became more accurate, less spotty when the predictive algorithms and people in charge of targeting caught onto our plan. But by then, it was too late.

We were in range for a handful of seconds, our turbolasers spitting fire, and the missiles exiting their tubes and then we were through the gauntlet. Our deflectors were down, and there were minor hull breaches, but we were alive.

"Ensign Hull, initiate retrograde burn now, and rotate so our belly is facing the enemy. We have more armor there at the moment and I'd rather take the hits where we can afford it."

I immediately began using the retro thrusters and maneuvering thrusters to arrest our speed slightly and spin us around. The long arc wasn't what I'd have liked, but even with how loosely we followed the laws of physics sometimes, we had to obey some of them. So, turning around, we saw the damage we and the Pathfinder had done on our pass.

The concussion missiles had been aimed at the faster destroyer's main engines. Most of them simply broke on the shields, but the others damaged the thrusters and caused them to sputter and burn out.

The Pathfinder had taken less hits than us. But one of them appeared to have hit a power generator, because the other Consular was dead in space, the only sign of life being the emergency transponder that activated once the backup power had triggered. As far as the destroyer with firepower remaining, after the initial hits and damage, it turned tail and began running, the hyperdrive kicking in once it'd made it past the asteroid's slight gravity.

In the distant viewport, the ship winked out of existence as it and the civilian tugs leaped to hyperspace, leaving us behind in the mix of debris and broken vessels.

---

"Captain, the crippled destroyer is surrendering," Petty Officer Franz reported.

Lieutenant Teskit allowed himself an internal sigh of relief at that report. He'd been prepared to continue the battle, but he would rather his ship and crew be alive than sacrifice themselves against a small force such as this.

"Tell them we accept their surrender," Teskit instructed, keeping his emotions locked down. "And instruct them to power down weapons."

"Sending orders over, aye sir!" Franze replied, her fingers typing up the message and sending it over to the crippled destroyer.

"Ensign Hull, bring us around to the Pathfinder," The Lieutenant tapped the intercom button and waited for it to connect. "Ronard, damage report."

"Sir, we've got hull breaches in sectors Besh one through three, fires in Cresh four, and our inertial dampeners are operating at forty percent strength," Ronard reported. "I've blocked all access to the exposed sections and vented the atmosphere in Cresh four. Deflectors seem to be slowly charging back up to the strength they were prior to combat."

"Very well," Teskit walked over to the holotable again. "Franz, give me the ship's intercom," She touched the button and he nodded in thanks. "All hands, prepare for search and rescue operations. Lieutenant Cora, prepare your boarding team and take a shuttle to the Separatist vessel. I don't want them deciding to renege on their surrender."

The security team leader and her handful of navy troopers boarded the small shuttle and docked with the Sabaoth destroyer, a communication coming in shortly from them that the ship was under their control.

While the security team did their job, the rest of the ship's crew began working on rescuing the Clones immediately. Ensign Hull docked with the Pathfinder and forwarded scans taken of the space around to the rescue teams. Said rescue teams tracked escape pods from the damaged Republic vessel and teams got to work. The handful of docking bays were vented while teams in vacuum rated suits and tethers attached magnetic cables and winched them into the said bays.

Then, as they finished up with those efforts and towed the Pathfinder near the destroyer, a handful of ships arrived out of hyperspace. The wedge-shapes and pain scheme telling Teskit exactly who it was that had arrived.

"Franz, open a direct channel with the lead Ship," Teskit grinned internally, after all, it wasn't often that two veterans of the Stark-Hyperspace Wars were able to meet.

"Lieutenant Teskit," The hologram of Jedi-General Plo Koon gave a humble nod. "I do not believe I have had the pleasure of speaking to you in many years."

"It has been over a decade, General," Teskit replied. "I regret that the circumstances, but am grateful to see an allied force."

"Indeed," The Jedi glanced away before bringing his attention back to the conversation. "I have dispatched engineering teams to assist in repairing what we can. We will also take possession of the prisoners aboard the enemy ship."

"Very well, General," Teskit inclined his head. "We will also require assistance with clearing the blockage of the Hyperlane. I have yet to receive any further instructions from the the Renown and her captain since beginning this skirmish."

"I will leave behind several Corvettes to tend to this task. Unfortunately, my main force is needed elsewhere." With that, the conversation wound down, and the majority of the Jedi-General's fleet vanished into hyperspace as soon as they'd vaporized most of the asteroid with their turbolaser batteries, leaving a handful of CR-90 Corvettes behind to assist with the prisoners and repairs.

"Captain, requesting permission to enter the bridge," A clone asked, standing on the outside of the threshold.

"Permission granted," Teskit glanced up from the holotable where he was coordinating the last of the search and rescue efforts.

"CT-1972 reporting," the clone saluted.

"At ease," Teskit replied. "Do you require something?"

"Sir, my men and I are ready to be put back to work," the clone replied.

"Your ship is currently undergoing emergency repairs," the Lieutenant replied. "And we've finally received a transmission from FLEETCOM. After we're able to move again, we're to report to the Core."

"May I ask why, sir?" 72 asked.

"Our ships were emergency refits intended for being rushed to the battlefield," Teskit explained. "The modular nature of the Consular and Corellian corvettes made this a cheap and fast option. We're to be repaired, given slightly better refits, and attached to a smaller battlegroup for escorting supply convoys to the front lines."

"But our orders-"
"Orders change," Teskit stood up straight instead of leaning over the holotable. "The liberation of Christophsis and other besieged worlds will not be accomplished overnight. There is plenty for us to do. Take advantage of the rest while you can," Teskit pitched his voice to the entire bridge instead of just the clone. "There will be times when that is a luxury we cannot afford."

 

[Yacov]

"Good," Lieutenant Teskit was looking at the Clone-crewed ship in front of us. "Have them send a full status readout in the next few moments before we move further into the system and eliminate the remainder of the Separatist forces."

"This is CT-1972," the voice of one of the Clones came through the communications suite. "We're combat capable and ready to bring the fight to the enemy."

I could almost sense the sigh of the Lieutenant as he breathed and then replied.

"We have not said that you are incapable of further combat," Teskit's arms found their natural place behind his back once more. "I need the full readouts of your functionality in order to plan properly."

"Understood, Sir," The clone replied. "Sending technical readout now."

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Ah early Clones. They still are having trouble deviating from set procedures. Especially when interacting with "mutts" instead of Clones.

"CT-1972 reporting," the clone saluted.

"At ease," Teskit replied. "Do you require something?"

"Sir, my men and I are ready to be put back to work," the clone replied.

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Not really beating those Meat Droid allegations CT-1972. Then again long periods of waiting without assigned duties is not something they are used to. Probably haven't had a break this long in their entire lives.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Ah early Clones. They still are having trouble deviating from set procedures. Especially when interacting with "mutts" instead of Clones.

Not really beating those Meat Droid allegations CT-1972. Then again long periods of waiting without assigned duties is not something they are used to. Probably haven't had a break this long in their entire lives.

Click to shrink...

There's a reason the clones don't have names yet…

 

[Frater Astrotechnicus]

Look at that clone
He's still a shiny
Quick give him a name
They have less chance of dying once named

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 4

"So, I signed up because I've always wanted to work on a ship." Janine Franz gestured towards the caf pot with her cup as if asking for a refill. "Why'd you guys join?"

"I was an asteroid miner," Mattix shrugged. "Always loved blowing things up, and this paid a lot better than working in one of the belts."

"It was this or wait for a court date set twenty years from now," Was all that I said, not really wanting to expand on my experiences before being given this opportunity. "Honestly, I was just happy to see the sky."

"Damn," Franz shook her head. "Twenty years? What in the Corellian Nine hells did you do?"

"Crawled my way out of the Undercity at the wrong place and time," I offered. "A bunch of gangs were warring in the place I popped out," I chuckled at the absurdity of it even now. "There'd just been a massive firefight, and I was the only person there, standing like an idiot looking at the buildings and skies around me. So, I'm in a circle of dead or dying people with a blaster on me, well. It wasn't hard for them to throw me in prison," I shook my head. "Honestly, prison was better than the undercity," I shuddered. "At least there I got real food every few days, and I was safe from the nastier critters that love the dark."

"And I thought the asteroids were bad," Mattix laughed before changing the subject. "So, anyone heard anything about the refits?"

"They're not doing much of anything to improve survival," Janine sighed. "I took a peek at some of the transmissions while we were en route to the repair bays. We're getting a couple of boosters for our power plant and two more concussion missile launchers. That's it."

"That's not the only thing we're getting," I shook my head. "The Pathfinder is being scrapped. Her crew is being folded into ours, and we're getting rid of the droids that were handling the tasks we didn't have the manpower for."

"Not like there's much difference," Mattix scowled. "They act about the same as droids. We didn't even get so much as a thank you for dragging their asses out of the fire."

"I mean, if the news is to be trusted, they're basically brainwashed with the same personality from birth until now," Janine finished her cup of caf. "Could be they just don't know anything different yet."

I scratched at my clean-shaven face, missing the beard that used to grow there.

"Anyone got a copy of the regs?" I asked, realizing I'd never looked up if I was allowed to have a beard or not.

"Why?" Mattix asked, looking at me like I'd grown a second head for a moment.

"I've got to see if there's anything in it about growing my beard back," I replied.

"I don't remember seeing anything about that," Janine offered. "I've got a copy of them on my datapad. I can send it to you."

"I'd appreciate it," I nodded, collecting my dish and the package left from the food. "Now, I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to go get some rest."

I moved to open the door and head to my bunk when the door slid open, revealing Lieutenant Teskit and Ensign Ronard.

"Good," Teskit said. "You're all here. Some things need to be discussed as we conduct operations in the future."

The lieutenant waited for us all to be seated before he began to speak, his visage composed as it always was.

"As I am sure you are aware, we will soon be partnered with a new battlegroup that is not a part of our initial chain of command," he glanced at Franz as if he knew she'd been peeking at the communications, but didn't say anything about it. "We will also be absorbing the Pathfinder's crew into our own. Myself, Ensign Hull, and Ensign Ronard all outrank the majority of the Clones. However, CT-1972 is going to be the acting XO while present," Teskit held up a hand, silencing Mattix before he could protest. "He outranks you, and you will follow orders if he is in command. The Clones are to be distributed among both first and second shift bridge crews as their skill sets are determined and training is completed."

The Lieutenant then stepped back and allowed us to ask questions.

"I didn't sign up to be ordered around by a bunch of biological droids," Mattix crossed his arms across his chest. "Are you sure about trusting our lives with these clones, sir? They don't even have names. They have designations. Just like kriffing droids."

"They are just as capable as any of you," Teskit replied. "Though I am concerned with their unwillingness to interpret orders beyond the immediate. I believe that more experience will break them of that habit. But as with all recruits, experience only comes with time."

"Lieutenant, my biggest concern is the lack of speed from any new copilots," I brought it up. "Right now, the droids can react as soon as I do, their algorithms can predict and work with me. There might be a loss in efficiency for the first few battles as the Clones learn how I pilot the Firebird. I don't exactly use the factory standard controls," I shrugged. "And I prefer being alive to dead, seconds matter in a fight."

"Indeed, they do," Teskit smirked. "Which is why you and your new copilots will be conducting simulator training while the Firebird is getting her refits. Anyone else?"

"We'll have more engineers," Ronard shrugged. "That's good enough for me."

"No, sir," Janine shook her head. "I have no further issues or thoughts on the matter."

"Good," Teskit allowed the smirk to fall from his face. "We will be docking with the yards at Anaxes in two days. After the refits, we will join up with the new battlegroup being formed as logistical escorts."

"I do have one question," Ronard said. "Who will be the commander of this new battlegroup?"

"Commodore Dao," Teskit's jaw clenched and unclenched before he continued. "I've served with him before, and we should be fine as long as we are working on logistical operations."

It was obvious that Teskit had issues with this officer, but given how stoic our CO was, I didn't want to ask for any more information at the moment.

"If there are no further questions, then I'll leave you to it," the Lieutenant nodded at us. "Report for regular shift rotations until we've arrived at the repair bays. I'll grant what shore leave I can."

---

"I'm not sure that four ships are enough to act as proper escorts," Lieutenant argued with Commodore Dao and Reef Drake, one of the admirals he'd struggled with shortly after the Stark-Hyperspace War. "Yes, the two Arquitens have the firepower to scare off any individual raiders, but you're trying to rely on the two cruisers and another Consular-class frigate as well as my own."

"I understand the reservations," Commodore Dao replied, acting as neutral ground, for once, actually showing some tactical competence. "But we have no evidence that the Separatists have breached beyond Cristophsis on these hyperlanes as of yet. Beyond that, we don't have the crew to spare."

Or, he could just be an idiot and ignore the fact that Lieutenant Teskit and his crew had just finished fighting two ships on the very hyperlane that was argued to be 'clear.'

So, with a sigh, Teskit did what he always had to do when the brass ignored him. "I want it on record that I protest escorting a massive amount of lightly armed ships through potentially dangerous corridors," Teskit sighed, at least now it would be harder to make him a scapegoat for this sort of thing, again…"

"Your protest is noted," the Commodore visibly frowned. "Look, I don't like it any more than you do. I know that you and I have had our differences, but there are things we do agree on, and this escort boondoggle is one of them. Hopefully, this goes smoothly, and in the next few months, we get enough ships and manpower brought online for us to have proper convoys."

Drake then spoke up, his hologram taking over for Commodore Daos, and showing the smug face of the admiral who'd worked his way up through corruption and incompetence.

"Depending on how badly the relief supplies are needed on Cristophsis, we may need to divert you to assist immediately."

"Admiral," Teskit warned, keeping his face neutral. "That may not be the best idea for ensuring the supplies make it to the fronts where they're needed."

"And who are you to say what's needed for the war effort, Lieutenant?" Drake asked. "The Republic doesn't have time to pull any ships back for repairs at this time. Make what repairs you can and get to the coordinates the Commodore sends you. –"

Teskit used an old trick he'd learned from a slicer to fake a connection interruption and glared as the terminal chirped a few moments later with the coordinates for the rendezvous.

Standing up from his desk, the Lieutenant took a moment to calm himself before palming the intercom button near his door.

"All hands, report to the cargo bay," He ordered. It was the only place big enough to fit the Clones and his crew all in the same place.

Grabbing his datapad, Teskit quickly went through the status reports on the Pathfinder that had been sent to him before the hyperspace jump for both of them. Yes, this might work, but they'd be leaving some supplies behind when they scuttled the other ship.

Taking a moment to straighten his uniform and lock his emotions away, the Lieutenant strode powerfully through the ship until he reached the cargo hold.

The Clones had already shifted crates and made a temporary living space among the supplies when they'd been rescued from the void. Despite his initial impressions, it seemed there were human minds in their heads. After all, it wasn't the first time he'd seen navy officers desperately try to hide lewd contraband.

"Officer on deck!" Ensign Hull called out as he entered their section, the clones and his crew snapping to attention.

"At ease," Teskit ordered. "Despite our conversation earlier, the Republic has seen fit to override its previous instructions. Instead of reporting for the repairs, we're to head immediately to the Rendezvous point and begin convoy escorts."

He looked around at the crew, noting their expressions and how they felt about this.

"Unfortunately, I cannot refuse those orders or work around them," the Lieutenant continued. "However, we can make some repairs before we reach our meeting point. CT-1972, I regret to inform you that your ship is being stripped of anything useful and scuttled. But, we're going to need everything we can get."

"She was already supposed to be scrapped upon return," the Clone frowned. "What do you mean by modifications?"

"Ronard," Teskit nodded at his old friend. "Forward emergency plan Jenth-one to the crew. We'll need everyone working on this if we're going to get it done before we start escorting ships."

"Sir, that's a lot of equipment stripped off," one of the Clone engineers muttered. "It'll take at least three shifts to get all of that done. More if you want to actually use that to repair this one."

"I'm well aware of the difficulties," Treskit replied. "But we have burnt out emitters, damaged inertial dampeners, and a few of our sectors are still sealed off due to hull breaches. We need all of the equipment possible if we want to survive the next fight long enough to get repaired at a proper yard," The Lieutenant tapped a button on his datapad and then continued. "I've sent the details of how the next few shifts will work to each of your 'pads."

"You, you, and you," Ronard pointed to the trio of clones that had the markings for engineers on their uniforms. "You're with me. I've got the list of everything functional on the Pathfinder when we got her working enough to slave her to the Firebird. The second list here is everything we're going to need immediately. Everything else," the Ensign shrugged. "We'll either manage to squeeze it into our holds, or we'll scuttle it with the rest of the ship."


"Everyone else, go collect your pads and execute your parts of the plan," Teskit ordered. "Until further notice, we're going to be operating under shift plan Dorn."

"I'll adjust the ship's time to reflect the shift plan, sir," Franz finally said.

Thankfully, none of the crew seemed opposed to the shift plan," Teskit breathed an internal sigh of relief. Which was a good thing, because it was the best of the shift plans when it came to sleeping outside of Aurek. Dorn meant you worked sixteen-hour shifts and then got eight hours to eat and sleep. Just enough to keep 'functional' in the short term, but long term, the effects were draining on a crew's psyche. Unfortunate, but it needed to be done. And right now, they had the crew that, once they'd completed the repairs, they could move back to Aurek.

But for now, they had to get to work.

 

[Yacov]

Ah infighting with command, every solider's nightmare. Hope things stay peaceful. (50 credits says they won't)

 

[MarkWarrior]

Republic Intelligence Personnel Report Summary Personnel Record CT-758897436

Age: 47

Birthplace: Commenor

Species: Human

Height: 1.98 Meters

Hair color: Brown

Eye Color: Gray

Loyalty: Galactic Republic

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Condev Teskit's career among the Judiciary forces and the Republic Navy began the year prior to the Stark-Hyperspace War. Then, a noncommissioned officer, he served with distinction under various captains and alongside Jedi such as Plo Koon, Tyvokka (Now deceased), and several others, gaining a battlefield commission as an ensign following the death of much of the bridge crew aboard his ship.

Taking command of the secondary control center, Teskit was able to coordinate repairs and disable the ship that crippled them, affecting repairs and holding out until aid was able to be delivered. Afterwards, he was transferred to Jedi Master Plo Koon's ship, where he served until the end of the Stark-Hyperspace War.

Unfortunately, despite all records indicating he was a competent and intelligent officer, Teskit remained an Ensign for nearly a decade following the War. His glacial pace in climbing the ranks was attributed to his unwillingness to play political games and the anger that the senior officers among the Judiciary and the Republic Navy had at his initial meteoric rise.

(It is to be noted that several system defense forces offered him lucrative contracts at this point. With many of said contracts now for planets currently under the banner of the Confederacy of Independent Systems.)

Lieutenant Teskit worked on Redacted with Republic Intelligence as well as conducted several classified ground-born operations with Republic Intelligence following the Stark-Hyperspace War before requesting reassignment to FLEETOPS.

Following the secession of the Confederacy of Independent Systems from the Republic, Teskit was finally able to obtain the rank of Lieutenant and was given a position as the Executive Officer underneath Captain Dao. (All reports indicate that the two individuals clashed heavily. Dao was commissioned directly as an officer and mainly received his rank due to family connections. Though some competency was present, it was not to the standards of the Lieutenant.)

With the outbreak of war between the Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems, a Consular-Class ship was refitted and Lieutenant Teskit given command. The Lieutenant called in what favors he was owed to select his initial ship's crew. (Though half of the candidates are still in training, he was given orders to deploy to Christophsis, and droids were substituted for trained Republic Navy Personnel.)

End Current Report Summary…

Full Access to Personnel Record requires Security Clearance Zerek or higher.

 

[Yacov]

Then, a noncommissioned officer, he served with distinction under various captains and alongside Jedi such as Plo Koon, Tyvokka (Now deceased), and several others, gaining a battlefield commission as an ensign following the death of much of the bridge crew aboard his ship.

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That's a bad sign. The Republic struggled hard enough getting enough bridge crews during the Russan era.

Lieutenant Teskit worked on Redacted with Republic Intelligence as well as conducted several classified ground-born operations with Republic Intelligence following the Stark-Hyperspace War before requesting reassignment to FLEETOPS.

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Red flags keep coming. I get a feeling this will come up later.

Full Access to Personnel Record requires Security Clearance Zerek or higher.

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Yeah this guy has some real shady history. At least we know he is fairly loyal to the Republic if not the crew.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 5

"Captain, dropping out of hyperspace in thirty seconds," I reported, resisting the urge to wipe sleep from my eyes.

"Franz, please have the communications suite ready," Teskit nodded. "I expect we'll have to explain our brief delay."

Just as he predicted, as soon as the streaks of light reformed into individual stars, we were hailed from multiple different sources.

"Sir, multiple hails. The Corellian PDF is hailing us and asking for our Republic ID and system access authorization," Franz said. "And Commodore Dao is asking to speak to you directly.

"Send the authorization protocols and the ship's designation," Teskit replied. "Then accept the hail from Dao."

I kept an eye on the sensor feeds. Corellia was a large hub of trade for the Core, and despite space being massive, the way that you kept things from getting congested in space was to have specific lanes broadcast from the space version of air traffic control towers.

"Lieutenant Teskit, you're fourteen hours behind schedule," I grimaced at the way the commodore pronounced the word, but listened instead of commenting as the Lieutenant responded.

"Unfortunately, the Pathfinder's hyperdrive had received damage that we hadn't identified in the immediate aftermath of our previous battle," Teskit stated, his gray eyes not wavering from the hologram. "We attempted to repair it, but in the end had to scuttle the ship to ensure that it didn't fall into enemy hands."

"Regardless of your reasons," Dao sighed. "You're here now. Fall into formation alongside the Starfury. The Hydra and Ardent are the other two ships of this battlegroup. We will make up the escort of this convoy and others for the foreseeable future."

I took note of that and checked the sensors until I found the Arquitens listed under that ID tag, surrounded by assorted freighters that I assumed we were the escorts for. But I waited for the Lieutenant to give the order. I knew that initiative was a good thing, but I didn't have confirmation on our access to Corellia, and I hadn't received the appropriate path to use through the system itself yet.

"Once we receive the go ahead from the Corellian system control, we'll join the battlegroup," Teskit replied. "Is there any further information that I should be informed of?"

"We have a Jedi Commander," the Commodore shrugged. "Jedi Knight Kalyna Durald has taken command of the limited starfighters among our battlegroup. I believe you won't have a problem given your experience with the Order." Dao's head shifted to something on his ship before he refocused on the communications. "That will be all, Lieutenant."

With a quick touch of the controls, Franz ended the transmission before speaking.

"Sir, we've received authorization and a designated path through the system," She reported. "I've forwarded the requested path to Ensign Hull."

"You heard the Commodore, Ensign." Teskit's gaze turned to me at the con. "Bring us into formation with the Starfury. Ensure that we do not deviate from the path given."

Sending the secondary calculations to the Clones that had replaced the droids as my copilots, we quickly charted the course and began heading into the system.

It was funny, I'd been worried about them not being as efficient as the droids. But they'd blown my expectations out of the water after spending the last few days working closely with them. Admittedly, naming them was a bit of a problem, but we quickly had a name for at least one of them after a few rounds of Pazaak.

"Frank" had tried to cheat nearly as soon as he learned the rules of the game before finding out that skilled players were better at figuring out the tells of cheats early on. "Victor," on the other hand, had lost at every turn. So, of course, in the traditional military fashion, we turned their nicknames into the opposite of what they actually had demonstrated. Frank was a cheat and dishonest when it came to games, and Victor was anything but.

However, for all of their faults, when breaking out of their shell, they performed spectacularly when it came to their job. Quickly figuring out my methods and learning to anticipate how I was going to do things came as almost second nature to them. Of course, we hadn't operated in combat yet, but I was hoping we could maintain this level of synchronicity when we did enter combat.

Giving my head a quick shake, I refocused on the console in front of me. The problem with now being in a sector of space that wasn't in the middle of combat is that full-speed maneuvers were restricted. So, the ETA for slotting into our position among the battlegroup was two more hours. And unfortunately, under shift plan Dorn, I still had four hours of work before I would rotate out with the Clone pilot who'd taken Avon's place on Second shift.

Jazz was a good pilot, if a little rigid, and would be able to keep us alive if we entered combat along our escort route. But the man couldn't carry a tune to save his life. Which was a shame, given he had the largest collection of music onboard the ship. (He'd apparently started collecting the contraband while a kid undergoing training and kept the habit up til now.)

Still, I settled in for the next few hours, the occasional twitch of a control correcting our path as we moved to escort the convoy.

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Location: Spirana, Inner Rim
Three Months since the initial battle at Christophsis

"Thank you for taking my considerations seriously," Kalyna Durald's voice came through the speakers as her Delta-7 Aetherpsrite and the six ARC-170s that made up the starfighter forces of Battlegroup Hydra.

"The other officers took some convincing," Teskit replied, trusting that this Jedi's instincts were better than some of those he'd heard rumors of over the last few months "But this is not the first time a warning from a Jedi has saved the life of myself or those under my command."

The entire convoy and Battlegroup Hydra had dropped out of hyperspace in this little-known system. With Dao now an Admiral and transferred to begin the liberation of Ryloth, the battlegroup had fallen to the command of a very young captain who had just graduated from the academy.

Thankfully, the young Captain Bradool had the wisdom to listen to Teskit and the few other veterans in the group and had given the order to drop out of hyperspace when Commander Durald had reported that there was danger along their convoy route.

"Lieutenant Teskit, your Firebird and Lieutenant Harrput's Starfury will scout the next few systems ahead," Captain Bradool's voice came through the same channel. "Jedi-Commander Durald, if this is a trap, as you suspect, then it'll be in our best interests for you to accompany the screening force."

"I'll transfer to the Starfury," Durald responded, her starfighter and three of the 170s peeled off for the Arquitens. "Durald, out."

"Lieutenant," Captain Bradool spoke after the Jedi had closed her end of the channel. "If this is nothing more than a bad feeling, I want to know immediately. The last thing we need is delays to the blockade around Geonosis."

"A delay is better than failing to receive the supplies at all," Teskit cautioned, knowing the grim calculus and reality of the war. "We cannot deliver supplies if the convoy is destroyed, or worse, captured."

"Just see to it that we remain as on schedule as possible," Bradool scowled. "I've never been late on a shipment, and I won't start now."

The transmission ended, and Teskit buried the initial burst of irritation with yet another idiot officer. Yes, the overall competency had increased over the last few months, but the Bantha poodoo that existed among the Republic Navy's leadership was still present; they had just adapted and knew that officers now needed to be competent and connected.

"Ensign Hull," Teskit turned to his pilot, his reddish-brown beard skirted the surface of regulations, but was still technically allowed, even if Teskit preferred his crew clean-shaven. "Link us up with the Starfury and lay in a course that stops us just shy of New Cov. If we're to run into trouble, it'll be out of there."

New Cov was a Separatist world that had been somewhat monitored and blockaded but left alone for the most part. With there being no particular value to the world outside of its position along the Corellian Run. However, with it being an exporter of biomolecules, the world might have a battlegroup of CIS forces patrolling in it and the surrounding corridor.

"Course is set, Captain," Hull reported, his hands moving across the controls before he glanced back. "Starfury is ready to jump as well."

"Initiate jump," Teskit ordered and waited for the stars to turn into streaks of light once more.

If the CIS had learned, they might repeat the trick that the Sabaoth had used to drag them out of hyperspace earlier in the war. If they hadn't, then they'd have to stop every few systems to get reports and updates.

Because RI varied wildly between knowing the exact troop movements of the enemy forces and not knowing what the Republic's movements were, Teskit had no way of verifying any enemy's locations without stopping and sending in the 170s to scan the next system over.

So, despite Bradool's wishes, they were going to be delayed, there was nothing that could be done about that.

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"170s are reporting two capital ship contacts along our route," Franz reported as the Firebird and Starfury sat in the void between systems. "No ID on the ship classifications as of yet."

"Forward the transmissions to the Hydra," Teskit ordered. "Signal for the Starfury to stay on our flank, we're going to move into the system and engage the enemy."

The two Republic vessels made the short jump and arrived just in time to see the Munificent-Class star frigate and the companion Recusant-Class light destroyer start to head for them.

"Sound battle stations," Teskit ordered. "Lock down the corridors and vent the atmosphere in nonessential sections. Chief Mattix, bring the secondary concussion missile launchers online. "

The two CIS ships outgunned both the Starfury and his own Firebird, but given most data, the Recusant was solely manned by droid brains, and could be outmaneuvered if matched against a good crew. The Munificent, on the other hand, might be a problem. Technically, the Arquitens could match the Munificent in a one-on-one fight, all things being equal. But given the Starfury and Firebird had only four fighters against the now deployed thirty-six droid fighters… Well, numbers had a superiority of their own, and it only took one mistake for a life to be lost.

"Captain, hypercomms are being jammed; we can't get a transmission out to the rest of Hydra. Commander Durald is hailing us."

"Lieutenant Teskit, I need you to focus on that destroyer." The Jedi's voice was eerily calm for a woman in a lightly armed starfighter about to face nine-to-one odds. "If the Force Wills, we'll be able to handle the fighters and keep the Munificent busy long enough for you to deal with that firepower."

"Understood, Commander," Teskit replied, cutting the transmission and issuing orders. "Ensign Hull, I want to be able to see the individual panels on that destroyer. The closer and faster that we are, the slower the droid brain will be able to react to us. The Recusant-Class isn't as heavily armored on its aft ventral. Mattix, have our concussion missiles ready to launch. We may only get one chance at this."

With that, the Ensign shifts his hands on the controls and the Firebird accelerated towards combat, leaving the Arquitens-Class Starfury behind to face the enemy fighters.

 

[Yacov]

"Sound battle stations," Teskit ordered. "Lock down the corridors and vent the atmosphere in nonessential sections. Chief Mattix, bring the secondary concussion missile launchers online. "

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At first I wondered what the point was to vent compartments against a force comprised primarily of droids. Then I remembered some of them are air cooled in order to save costs. CIS cost cutting everyone.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 5

"Captain, dropping out of hyperspace in thirty seconds," I reported, resisting the urge to wipe sleep from my eyes.

"Franz, please have the communications suite ready," Teskit nodded. "I expect we'll have to explain our brief delay."

Just as he predicted, as soon as the streaks of light reformed into individual stars, we were hailed from multiple different sources.

"Sir, multiple hails. The Corellian PDF is hailing us and asking for our Republic ID and system access authorization," Franz said. "And Commodore Dao is asking to speak to you directly.

"Send the authorization protocols and the ship's designation," Teskit replied. "Then accept the hail from Dao."

I kept an eye on the sensor feeds. Corellia was a large hub of trade for the Core, and despite space being massive, the way that you kept things from getting congested in space was to have specific lanes broadcast from the space version of air traffic control towers.

"Lieutenant Teskit, you're fourteen hours behind schedule," I grimaced at the way the commodore pronounced the word, but listened instead of commenting as the Lieutenant responded.

"Unfortunately, the Pathfinder's hyperdrive had received damage that we hadn't identified in the immediate aftermath of our previous battle," Teskit stated, his gray eyes not wavering from the hologram. "We attempted to repair it, but in the end had to scuttle the ship to ensure that it didn't fall into enemy hands."

"Regardless of your reasons," Dao sighed. "You're here now. Fall into formation alongside the Starfury. The Hydra and Ardent are the other two ships of this battlegroup. We will make up the escort of this convoy and others for the foreseeable future."

I took note of that and checked the sensors until I found the Arquitens listed under that ID tag, surrounded by assorted freighters that I assumed we were the escorts for. But I waited for the Lieutenant to give the order. I knew that initiative was a good thing, but I didn't have confirmation on our access to Corellia, and I hadn't received the appropriate path to use through the system itself yet.

"Once we receive the go ahead from the Corellian system control, we'll join the battlegroup," Teskit replied. "Is there any further information that I should be informed of?"

"We have a Jedi Commander," the Commodore shrugged. "Jedi Knight Kalyna Durald has taken command of the limited starfighters among our battlegroup. I believe you won't have a problem given your experience with the Order." Dao's head shifted to something on his ship before he refocused on the communications. "That will be all, Lieutenant."

With a quick touch of the controls, Franz ended the transmission before speaking.

"Sir, we've received authorization and a designated path through the system," She reported. "I've forwarded the requested path to Ensign Hull."

"You heard the Commodore, Ensign." Teskit's gaze turned to me at the con. "Bring us into formation with the Starfury. Ensure that we do not deviate from the path given."

Sending the secondary calculations to the Clones that had replaced the droids as my copilots, we quickly charted the course and began heading into the system.

It was funny, I'd been worried about them not being as efficient as the droids. But they'd blown my expectations out of the water after spending the last few days working closely with them. Admittedly, naming them was a bit of a problem, but we quickly had a name for at least one of them after a few rounds of Pazaak.

"Frank" had tried to cheat nearly as soon as he learned the rules of the game before finding out that skilled players were better at figuring out the tells of cheats early on. "Victor," on the other hand, had lost at every turn. So, of course, in the traditional military fashion, we turned their nicknames into the opposite of what they actually had demonstrated. Frank was a cheat and dishonest when it came to games, and Victor was anything but.

However, for all of their faults, when breaking out of their shell, they performed spectacularly when it came to their job. Quickly figuring out my methods and learning to anticipate how I was going to do things came as almost second nature to them. Of course, we hadn't operated in combat yet, but I was hoping we could maintain this level of synchronicity when we did enter combat.

Giving my head a quick shake, I refocused on the console in front of me. The problem with now being in a sector of space that wasn't in the middle of combat is that full-speed maneuvers were restricted. So, the ETA for slotting into our position among the battlegroup was two more hours. And unfortunately, under shift plan Dorn, I still had four hours of work before I would rotate out with the Clone pilot who'd taken Avon's place on Second shift.

Jazz was a good pilot, if a little rigid, and would be able to keep us alive if we entered combat along our escort route. But the man couldn't carry a tune to save his life. Which was a shame, given he had the largest collection of music onboard the ship. (He'd apparently started collecting the contraband while a kid undergoing training and kept the habit up til now.)

Still, I settled in for the next few hours, the occasional twitch of a control correcting our path as we moved to escort the convoy.

---

Location: Spirana, Inner Rim
Three Months since the initial battle at Christophsis

"Thank you for taking my considerations seriously," Kalyna Durald's voice came through the speakers as her Delta-7 Aetherpsrite and the six ARC-170s that made up the starfighter forces of Battlegroup Hydra.

"The other officers took some convincing," Teskit replied, trusting that this Jedi's instincts were better than some of those he'd heard rumors of over the last few months "But this is not the first time a warning from a Jedi has saved the life of myself or those under my command."

The entire convoy and Battlegroup Hydra had dropped out of hyperspace in this little-known system. With Dao now an Admiral and transferred to begin the liberation of Ryloth, the battlegroup had fallen to the command of a very young captain who had just graduated from the academy.

Thankfully, the young Captain Bradool had the wisdom to listen to Teskit and the few other veterans in the group and had given the order to drop out of hyperspace when Commander Durald had reported that there was danger along their convoy route.

"Lieutenant Teskit, your Firebird and Lieutenant Harrput's Starfury will scout the next few systems ahead," Captain Bradool's voice came through the same channel. "Jedi-Commander Durald, if this is a trap, as you suspect, then it'll be in our best interests for you to accompany the screening force."

"I'll transfer to the Starfury," Durald responded, her starfighter and three of the 170s peeled off for the Arquitens. "Durald, out."

"Lieutenant," Captain Bradool spoke after the Jedi had closed her end of the channel. "If this is nothing more than a bad feeling, I want to know immediately. The last thing we need is delays to the blockade around Geonosis."

"A delay is better than failing to receive the supplies at all," Teskit cautioned, knowing the grim calculus and reality of the war. "We cannot deliver supplies if the convoy is destroyed, or worse, captured."

"Just see to it that we remain as on schedule as possible," Bradool scowled. "I've never been late on a shipment, and I won't start now."

The transmission ended, and Teskit buried the initial burst of irritation with yet another idiot officer. Yes, the overall competency had increased over the last few months, but the Bantha poodoo that existed among the Republic Navy's leadership was still present; they had just adapted and knew that officers now needed to be competent and connected.

"Ensign Hull," Teskit turned to his pilot, his reddish-brown beard skirted the surface of regulations, but was still technically allowed, even if Teskit preferred his crew clean-shaven. "Link us up with the Starfury and lay in a course that stops us just shy of New Cov. If we're to run into trouble, it'll be out of there."

New Cov was a Separatist world that had been somewhat monitored and blockaded but left alone for the most part. With there being no particular value to the world outside of its position along the Corellian Run. However, with it being an exporter of biomolecules, the world might have a battlegroup of CIS forces patrolling in it and the surrounding corridor.

"Course is set, Captain," Hull reported, his hands moving across the controls before he glanced back. "Starfury is ready to jump as well."

"Initiate jump," Teskit ordered and waited for the stars to turn into streaks of light once more.

If the CIS had learned, they might repeat the trick that the Sabaoth had used to drag them out of hyperspace earlier in the war. If they hadn't, then they'd have to stop every few systems to get reports and updates.

Because RI varied wildly between knowing the exact troop movements of the enemy forces and not knowing what the Republic's movements were, Teskit had no way of verifying any enemy's locations without stopping and sending in the 170s to scan the next system over.

So, despite Bradool's wishes, they were going to be delayed, there was nothing that could be done about that.

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"170s are reporting two capital ship contacts along our route," Franz reported as the Firebird and Starfury sat in the void between systems. "No ID on the ship classifications as of yet."

"Forward the transmissions to the Hydra," Teskit ordered. "Signal for the Starfury to stay on our flank, we're going to move into the system and engage the enemy."

The two Republic vessels made the short jump and arrived just in time to see a lone Munificent-Class star frigate and some sort of unidentified cargo vessel.

"Sound battle stations," Teskit ordered. "Lock down the corridors and vent the atmosphere in nonessential sections. Chief Mattix, bring the secondary concussion missile launchers online. "

The Munificent outgunned both the Starfury and his own Firebird. And it would be a serious problem if they got overwhelmed. The Frigate might have power control issues, and only be able to fire along one arc or another, but it was still a serious danger to both of the Republic Vessels.

"Captain, hypercomms are being jammed; we can't get a transmission out to the rest of Hydra. Commander Durald is hailing us."

"Lieutenant Teskit, I need you to play distraction" The Jedi's voice was eerily calm for a woman in a lightly armed starfighter about to face nine-to-one odds. "If the Force Wills, you'll be able to keep its focus on you while we handle the Starfighters. I have a plan for taking out the Frigate, but it'll have to wait until the fighters are dealt with.

"Understood, Commander," Teskit replied, cutting the transmission and issuing orders. "Ensign Hull, keep us out of range of the medium and light batteries. If we can get them to use their heavy turbolasers, their power plants will shunt everything away from their engines, allowing us to stay out of range of everything else until the Starfury's done with the droid fighters.

With that, the Ensign shifted his hands on the controls and the Firebird accelerated towards combat, leaving the Arquitens-Class Starfury behind to face the enemy fighters.


Author's Note: Due to feedback, I altered the chapter to be slightly more accurate to the firepower and what the two ships could deal with. The original is in Apocrypha

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 6

I grit my teeth and pushed the thrusters beyond their recommended safe limit, a handful of turbolaser bolts screamed past the viewport as I tapped the emergency chemical thrusters and shoved us out of the next wave of incoming fire.

"Sir, port thrusters are down to fifteen percent fuel capacity," Frank reported. "Engineers are shifting refuelling rigs to compensate."

"Belay that," I went belly up and tried to stay out of most of their cones of fire. Most of the Munificent's firepower was focused 'down' so, by being up I was safe from the waves of light batteries. But that came at a cost.

"Enemy fire's dropping off, Mattix warned me. "They're going to use the Ion cannons or the heavy batteries next."

"Stay in this arc," Teskit's voice somehow remained calm even through the storms of fire we were avoiding. "Mattix, how many point defenses are around the bridge?"

"Scanning," the gunnery chief replied, chewing his lip worriedly as the enemy's larger weapons charged up. "Twelve point defense laser cannons cover the Vorsal section, Captain."
"Hammer the shields there with everything we've got and then launch the concussion missiles," Teskit ordered. "We probably won't make it through, but we can blind them temporarily and give ourselves some breathing room."

The ship shuddered underneath us as a handful of the topside light batteries tracked us. Evasive actions only went so far when you were as outgunned as we were.

"Captain, dorsal deflectors are failing," Ronard reported. "I"m shifting power, but that'll only give us ten percent at best."

"Mattix," Teskit prompted, trying to grab the stunned man's attention.

"Captain, those Ion cannons will hit if I don't go evasive," I used what was left of the chemical thrusters to force us out of a wave of light turbolaser fire."

"Corellian Nine Hells," Teskit swore, a scowl on his face as he ripped the Gunnery Chief out of his seat and took over the controls. "Firing missiles and turbolaser batteries," He stated.

But it was seconds too late, and the blue arcs of the Ion Cannons struck our ship, forcing me to wrestle with what little physical control I had left as the lights and panels went dark.

Then I lost what little control I had, and we were dead in space, watching as the Munificent passed underneath us, headed for the Starfury, a handful of final turbolaser shots striking us in passing while we were disabled.

Sighing, I rested my head against my console for a second before standing up and turning to the Lieutenant.

"Sir," I caught his attention. What're your orders?" The dim red glow of the emergency lighting cast an eerie pall over everything.

"Ronard, take the other engineers and see what you can do to restore power," Teskit ordered. "Ensign Hull, see what control you still possess over our trajectory with emergency power."

The Lieutenant stood up and moved away from Gunnery Chief Mattix's console.

"Gunnery Chief Mattix, regain control of yourself and take your position."

I didn't even look at the gunnery officer, instead taking the opportunity to see what functionality I still had.

Technically, I still had access to the chemical thrusters, what was left of them, anyway, and could nudge us in one direction or another. But I didn't see how that would be helpful when I didn't have the sensors to tell me where to go and what was around us.

"Sir, I can still receive communications, but sending is disabled," Franz reported. "It's probable that our relay was damaged by the Ion cannon."

"Give me your headset," Teskit instructed, reaching for the device and listening in on the battle we were now locked out of.

I finished the few checks I could, and then made my way over to the copilots. Frank and Victor were both silent as the grave, but they had a bit more access to information than my console did at the moment. So, after a few words, I was able to see the bits of the battlefield we could still glimpse.

It wasn't pretty. The Starfury was in better shape than we were, but that was only because it had better shields and more firepower. Somehow the Jedi had eked out a win against the droid starfighters, but they'd lost two of the three that were backing her up in the process.

Then, a few minutes later, the lights flickered on, the white glow blinding me as I rushed to my console and sat down.

"Captain, I've restored power, but we're not going to be much use in a fight," Ronard's voice echoed through the intercom system. "Dorsal deflectors are shattered, and we've lost control of the starboard side electronics. Computer systems will be glitchy until we get everything back on."

"Ensign Hull, what is the status of the Starfury?" Teskit asked as I boosted the sensors to full power.

"Drifting, sir," I replied. "Looks like the enemy took out the bridge."

Teskit frowned, and then touched the intercom button.

"What's the status of our hyperdrive systems?" He asked.

"Fried," Ronard replied. "Backup's damaged too."

I continued looking through the sensors, and while listening to their conversation, I plotted a course that would take us to the drifting cruiser. From what I could tell, she was mostly intact aside from the bridge being gone, which meant the secondary command center might be intact.

Then I noticed something.

There was fire coming from the Munificent, targeting two fighters that danced around it before they vanished into the underside and out of view. Then, a few seconds later, secondary explosions rippled through the ship, the frigate exploding in a beautifully dangerous display.

"Sir, the Munificent is down," I found and tracked the twin starfighters, noting that there wasn't any left aside from the lone Aethersprite, and it was drifting as well.

"Get us over there," Teskit stalked over to the holotable and tried to reboot it, failing before coming and standing over my shoulder to take a look at what I could see.

"I've got control," I sighed. "But two of our engines are fried. It'll take some time."

Teskit looked around the bridge, his gaze finally locking onto the lone officer who'd locked up in combat. "Gunnery Chief, if you cannot execute orders in a timely manner in combat, I will find someone who can. Fear is natural, but we are more than our base instincts. We were very lucky today," the Lieutenant sighed. "That will not always be the case. Move past your fear, Mattix, or I will remove you from my bridge and find you a different position. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir," Mattix stammered. "It won't happen again."

"No, it won't," Teskit replied, his voice low and cold. "Because if it happens again, we will likely be dead."

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Condev Teskit was at a loss for once. His current ship would not be leaving this system, the damage to the hyperdrives had seen to that. He had limited access to most of his ship with the hull breaches, and if not for sheer luck, their keel would've broken in half.

Thankfully, their full sensor suite worked, and the parts they'd stripped from the Pathfinder all those months ago had allowed them to repair their communications suite. Though, not enough to reliably establish a hypercom transmission. It was short range only.

With all of this information, Teskit concluded that he had only one option remaining.

"Ensign Hull," the officer in question glanced up from his console. "After we've picked up the surviving pilots, work out a docking solution with the Starfury."

"Aye sir," The Ensign replied, despite his near breach of regulations regarding his beard, he'd performed as well as any helmsman could be expected in their situation, if not better. His use of the chemical thrusters to avoid incoming fire was inspired, if a bit wasteful of resource. Frank and Victor had performed beyond standards as well, quickly grasping and folding into the command structure with little to no issue.

Teskit shoved those thoughts deep down, he'd handle the crew after they'd finished dealing with the aftermath of combat.

"Lieutenant 'Seven-Two," Teskit spoke over the intercom. (They still didn't have a name for the Clone Officer. Nothing seemed to fit yet.). "Prepare secondary crew to receive starfighter pilots in the cargo bay,."

"Aye sir," The Lieutenant and XO replied. "How many are we expecting?"

Teskit looked at Frank who held up a hand showing two.

"Two," Teskit replied. "We're rescuing two survivors."

There was silence for a moment as the Clone put together what that meant.

"Understood sir, we'll be ready, CT-1972, out."

Teskit watched as the Firebird limped alongside the Jedi's starfighter and the Clones used jetpacks and tethers to rescue the Commander. Then, after bringing her aboard, Ensign Hull diverted to the lone transponder from an ejected Clone Pilot. Only for there to be naught but a helmet remaining.

"Sir," Hull's voice echoed through the quiet bridge. "That was the only other transponder that was active."

"Set course for the Starfury," Teskit ordered, not taking his eyes away from the empty helmet and air supply pack. "Let's hope that there's better news there. Seven-Two, how's the Commander?"

"She's with the medical droid, sir," The clone reported. "B8 said she'll be unconscious for at least two days."

"Understood, be on standby for a docking tube deployment. We may be transferring ships."

The Lieutenant let the channel close and waited patiently for Ensign Hull to get them close to the Starfury. Matching up with the wedge-shaped vessel was difficult. The larger ships speed and mass threw the initial calculations off, but eventually, they were able to get a docking tube connected and the atmosphere equalized between the ships.

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"Seven-Two will be boarding the Starfury and checking the secondary control rooms, the engine room, and other critical areas," Teskit looked at the assembled crew. "If repairs can be made, we'll transfer all usable equipment to her and limp back to friendly space. The Admiralty will want to know that this hyperlane is temporarily secure, but that there's no guarantee that it'll remain that way without granting us more firepower."

"I'll report back as soon as we've finished our inspection," the Clone Lieutenant and engineers gathered in the docking tube.

Saluting, Teskit saw them off before returning to the bridge.

Up close, it was obvious that the Starfury had sustained more than bridge damage, scars and scorch marks dotted her hull, and when he examined her more intensely, he could see where emitters for the deflector shields were damaged or fried.

With her bridge simply gone, the Starfury would require a full overhaul in order to return her to combat-ready status, and the less said about the Firebird, the better. His ship was at her limit. Should the Starfury prove to still be void-worthy, the Firebird would have to be scuttled and the crew would have to familiarize themselves with the systems onboard the larger cruiser.

However, that depended entirely on how the Starfury's internals looked.

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Two days later…

I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed for the docking tube. The Firebird had been home for the last few months, but now it was time to leave her behind. My quarters aboard the Starfury might be more cramped. But with her main bridge crew dead, and the XO having relinquished command to Lieutenant Teskit… Well, it was better to not dwell on the people you'd be taking the place of and the bunks they'd been sleeping in that now belonged to others.

Shaking my head free of the pensive thoughts, I scratched my close-cropped beard and boarded the Starfury. The larger corridors of the ship had clear signs and descriptions of where to go, and I quickly found my new quarters.

"So, looks like they threw us in the same room," Mattix tried to smile at me only for me to ignore him and enter the room, forcing my jaw to unclench as I tossed the small duffle onto the bunk I was claiming before stalking out of the room and heading for the secondary control room.

I'd probably be okay with speaking to him after a couple of days processing and sorting through my emotions. But after the last few days… I just wanted to get back to friendly space and take a shower with water, eat some food that wasn't freeze-dried rations, and have some rest in a bed that wasn't shipboard.

Over the last two days we'd dispensed with some of the navy traditions in favor of expediency. So, I simply entered the command center and took a seat at my console.

"Found out who you're bunked with, huh?" Franz's voice echoed through the mostly empty room.

"Yeah," I replied, remapping the console to issue commands to the engineers and other positions with simple taps instead of long codes and commands.

"I keep having nightmares about what might have happened if the Lieutenant hadn't taken over," the brunette added to what she'd just said. "I crunched the numbers, if he'd been a second later, we'd have gotten more than the smattering of ion fire and turbolasers."

"No use dwelling on it," I grunted. "Mattix fucked up. It's as simple as that. He'll either learn from it, or he'll go somewhere else. Either way, it won't be a problem for long."

"The cargo's been loaded onto the Starfury," Teskit's voice shocked me for a moment, sending a shudder down my spine as I parced his words. "Ensign Hull, take us on a small hyperspace jump to the system we were in before this one. The Firebird is on a timer for scuttling."

Flying a larger ship was odd, I noted as I entered the course and waited. Even beyond not having a viewport and relying on the sensors, there were a number of other factors to consider.

Instead of directly telling the engines what you wanted, it had to be relayed through the ship. Sure, I had a direct line if I needed to make an emergency maneuver. But this was a lot more supervising and directing the path we were going to take.

Basically, I did the math and had people executing my commands instead of me having to control every little detail. It was like having the two copilots on steroids. I delegated a lot more work, but the responsibility for maneuvering and control now fell to me.

So, I quickly calculated the jump and informed the Lieutenant that I had it locked in.

"Execute the jump and then we'll inspect the hyperdrive. If it's still intact, we'll make a longer jump and then make our way back to friendly space from there," Teskit turned to head out. "Hull, you have the con. I'll be in engineering if you need to reach me."

 

[Yacov]

Teskit Is going to get some side eye from command. This is the second ship with its bridge blown up he has limped back with. It isn't even the ship he went out with this time.

 

[Bishop 7053]

Teskit Is going to get some side eye from command. This is the second ship with its bridge blown up he has limped back with. It isn't even the ship he went out with this time.

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True, but it's ships he limps back with after going against shit tier odds. 2 consulars and a couple fighter against a munificent. That a win, no two ways about it. And saving the jedi commander attached. Shit adds up, too bad navy command is full of sycophants

 

[Xcell]

Ugh another one of these story's where the main character doesn't have any sort of out of context power or he's not even Force sensitive or anything. This would at least be interesting if he had almost encyclopedic knowledge of Star wars lore. As he could at least go on the net and reveal things he really shouldn't know to troll and cause chaos. As it would be really funny and pretend to be a powerful force user with a massive talent for Force visions. Unfortunately doesn't seem like he even has encyclopedic knowledge of Star wars and just passive which makes him not much better than any other grunt realistically.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 7

Since opting into the Republic Navy, I'd grown used to seeing the streaks of light from hyperspace travel. It was calming in a way, almost soothing to see the wide expanse of the void and know that you were going somewhere.

So, it was a bit off putting to be sitting deep in the depths of a ship with the only information on our position in the void from sensor feeds. The only indication we'd even arrived back in the system where we'd left the convoy being the slight shift in sound from the sunlight engines spinning up faster and the message that trawled across my console's screen.

"Captain, this should be the system we left the convoy in," I called out, glancing over my shoulder at Lieutenant Teskit and the Jedi-Commander. "But I'm not picking up any active ship readings."

Quickly the worst possible scenario raced through my mind and I initiated a system-wide scan for Republic lifeboats and escape pod transponders.

I closed my eyes as the initial results began to pour in, filling my head with the grim reality of war. Thankfully, it seemed that the pods were still filled with living people. Though, it'd be taxing on our resources to take them all aboard.

"Well, Ensign?" Teskit asked.

"Sir, you're going to want to take a look at this," I dry swallowed and mapped out a course to the largest collection of escape pods.

Teskit's usual stoicism was disrupted for a moment by surprise before it settled into the usual flat look as he strode to look at my console over my shoulder, Jedi-Commander Durald settling on the other side.

"I see," Teskit's voice was icier than usual. "Continue on the course you've set, we'll bring as many on board as we can. How much debris is there along this route?"

"One moment," I shifted the scan and began trying to put together ships from the pieces. "It looks like it was the other two combat craft and two convoy freighters. The rest either escaped or were captured."

"We'll have to figure that out later," Teskit sighed, stepping back and heading for Franz's terminal. "All hands, prepare to rescue survivors from the Hydra, Ardent, and convoy vessels."

After he said that, he returned to his position, the bridge filling with a sense of urgency and purpose. But in the midst of the silent preparations, I asked the burning question I'd had for the last two days.

"Ma'am," I glanced over my other shoulder at the Jedi looking at my piloting. "How did you manage to take out that frigate?"

"Not easily," She gave a short barking, sarcastic laugh before a look of sadness flickered across her face. "Deadshot, my wingman had a brilliant idea. He'd managed to conserve four of his proton torpedoes and his weapons officer and Astromech found a hole in the deflectors over the fighter bay. R7 and I quickly figured out how to exploit it, and we pushed the attack. I cracked the hole open larger and pulled the point defenses away from the torpedoes as they hit the fuel stores inside the bay. Unfortunately, Deadshot and the other two didn't manage to evade in time, and one of the turbolasers hit their fighter. I didn't even see them eject," She shook her head as she lost herself in the memory. "After that, the shockwave sent us spinning, I think we hit some sort of debris and I was out."

After that, the control room returned to silence as we all considered how close to death we came. The only sound coming from Franz coordinating with our two shuttles and the transmissions from the lifeboats we could receive.

"Sir, Lieutenant Task (We'd finally found a nickname for CT-1972 through all of the work we'd done over the last few days.) Is asking where we're going to put the survivors," Franz relayed.

"Have them take up positions in the cargo bays for now," Teskit replied. "We'll make more decisions as the real numbers become known to us."

Franz informed the clone of the decision and the door slid open, revealing a filthy and tired Ronard flanked by two clone engineers in similar states of fatigue.

"Hypercom relay is repaired," the lead engineer muttered, striding over to Franz's console and hitting a switch. "I'm going to sleep for the next twenty-four hours. Don't break anything else."

"We'll see what we can do. No promises, though," Teskit gave a rare moment of sarcasm, shocking all of us. "Franz, get us in contact with HIGHCOM. We need to find out what we missed."

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"CT-11890," Teskit looked at the clone officer standing in front of him and Jedi-Commander Durald. "You're the highest ranking officer to escape from the Hydra or Ardent. Can you run me through what happened after we left?"

"After the second day, a squadron of Seppie ships arrived. We could've handled the Lupus frigates if we didn't also have to tangle with the Munifex and their starfighters."

The Clone took a sip of the cup of water on the table between them before continuing.

"Captain Bradool had us focus on the frigates, honestly, I think their droid crews were faulty because that part of the battle felt like it came straight out of the simulators We had most of the convoy out of the system and heading towards Geonosis. But then the starfighters arrived. There were just too many of them for us to fight them all off. By the time the order to abandon ship came through, they'd torn through our line and the last two freighters were destroyed."

The clone took a deep breath. "Honestly, sir, I'm surprised to see any of you at all. We thought you'd been taken out by the fleet that found us."

"We ran into a Munificent," Durald said, her arms crossed across the chestplate of her armored robes. "As you could probably tell from the exterior of the Starfury, it didn't exactly go well for us."

CT-11890 winced.

"I'll say sir, what has Command said?" he asked.

"We're to finish search and rescue operations here and then return to Kuat for rest and repairs," Teskit replied. "We're no longer a combat capable force, and won't be until we've taken the time to get repaired and refit."

"I understand," the clone sagged into his chair. "Sir, permission to report to medical? I may have concealed how badly I was injured on my way off of the Ardent."

"Granted," Teskit replied. "We'll send someone to retrieve you if you're needed."

"So few made it off the ships," Kalyna Durald sighed.

"It's the way that it is," Teskit rubbed exhaustion from his eyes. "No warship has enough lifeboats for the entirety of the crew. Because every shipyard and officer knows that statistically less than half of the crew will survive to make it to the lifeboats. Everyone else will either be locked behind a bulkhead until rescue arrives, or will die. Regardless," Teskit pushed himself up from the table. "We've rescued everyone we can."

"Hopefully we'll get assigned more firepower in the future," Durald rested her head and arms on the table. "I don't want to have to do that again."

"Neither do I," Teskit agreed. "Neither do I."

 

[MarkWarrior]

Ugh another one of these story's where the main character doesn't have any sort of out of context power or he's not even Force sensitive or anything. This would at least be interesting if he had almost encyclopedic knowledge of Star wars lore. As he could at least go on the net and reveal things he really shouldn't know to troll and cause chaos. As it would be really funny and pretend to be a powerful force user with a massive talent for Force visions. Unfortunately doesn't seem like he even has encyclopedic knowledge of Star wars and just passive which makes him not much better than any other grunt realistically.

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Why does everything have to be a power fantasy? Stories resolve around conflict and how people grow to meet that conflict. Power fantasies can be fun for a moment, but are fundamentally shallow and don't come to anything that really matters in the long run.

 

[Fanof1]

Ugh another one of these story's where the main character doesn't have any sort of out of context power or he's not even Force sensitive or anything. This would at least be interesting if he had almost encyclopedic knowledge of Star wars lore. As he could at least go on the net and reveal things he really shouldn't know to troll and cause chaos. As it would be really funny and pretend to be a powerful force user with a massive talent for Force visions. Unfortunately doesn't seem like he even has encyclopedic knowledge of Star wars and just passive which makes him not much better than any other grunt realistically.

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Did you forget the /s or are you just trying to be an asshole?

 

[Zetakille]

Why does everything have to be a power fantasy? Stories resolve around conflict and how people grow to meet that conflict. Power fantasies can be fun for a moment, but are fundamentally shallow and don't come to anything that really matters in the long run.

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Sometimes power fantasy can actually be interesting. There's an Ahsoka SI over on SV (I don't know if it's also on this site) where the SI does have Meta Knowledge and Force Prescience in her arsenal, but her end goal has her trying to play the long game and prepare the galaxy for the Yuzhan Vong. In any other situation, it'd be the definition of a power fantasy, but the reason it's interesting is that her Meta Knowledge only helps so much with butterfly effects, and that Palpatine is ultimately a really fucking hard bastard to outmaneuver given his own skill with Force Prescience and the plans upon plans he's built up over the decades.

So it's mainly the SI trying to keep things relatively on-rails, if not better than canon, until she has built up enough of a hidden network and the necessary means to unravel Sidious' plans without him escaping, all while flying under his radar.

But yeah, that guy who was complaining is either an asshole or a troll.

 

[Fanof1]

Another great chapter.
Will the mc only pilot republic ships or will shenanigans happen and they eventually pilot a CIS?
I know they were a prison conscript, but it would be amazing if they could become a captain of there own ship.

Plus a the mc piloting a Lucrehulk or even being its captain would be fun to read (or really any ship, these stories are hard to come by).


Anyways I can't wait to see how this goes still.

 

[Frater Astrotechnicus]

Sometimes power fantasy can actually be interesting. There's an Ahsoka SI over on SV (I don't know if it's also on this site) where the SI does have Meta Knowledge and Force Prescience in her arsenal, but her end goal has her trying to play the long game and prepare the galaxy for the Yuzhan Vong. In any other situation, it'd be the definition of a power fantasy, but the reason it's interesting is that her Meta Knowledge only helps so much with butterfly effects, and that Palpatine is ultimately a really fucking hard bastard to outmaneuver given his own skill with Force Prescience and the plans upon plans he's built up over the decades.

So it's mainly the SI trying to keep things relatively on-rails, if not better than canon, until she has built up enough of a hidden network and the necessary means to unravel Sidious' plans without him escaping, all while flying under his radar.

But yeah, that guy who was complaining is either an asshole or a troll.

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I feel like calling the force wills a power fantasy a bit of a stretch
It's an si with all that entails sure but at no point did I feel like she's overpowered
Mainly because despite all the power she has she feels like she worked hard for it and she still has to act overtly

Anyway thanks for the update
I wonder if teskit will get squadron command next
Or at least a bigger vessel
Like an arquitens

 

[Yacov]

"Hopefully we'll get assigned more firepower in the future," Durald rested her head and arms on the table. "I don't want to have to do that again."

"Neither do I," Teskit agreed. "Neither do I."

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Murphy: "They will have to do that again."

 

[Zetakille]

I feel like calling the force wills a power fantasy a bit of a stretch
It's an si with all that entails sure but at no point did I feel like she's overpowered
Mainly because despite all the power she has she feels like she worked hard for it and she still has to act overtly

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That's fair. I guess I just have a more generous definition of "power fantasy".

 

[Frater Astrotechnicus]

That's fair. I guess I just have a more generous definition of "power fantasy".

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Eh I think it's because I tend to equate power fantasy with badly written slop with a thin veneer of plot