"Interdiction!" The master navigator barked out across the meager bridge of the prison vessel. The captain was an oaf-y sort of man, the sort that is placed in charge of such vessels as they aren't to be trusted on the line manning battleships or even troop transports. He was stirred to a state of wakefulness by the order, the rest of the technicians aboard the bridge echoing the command as they each readied their stations for interdiction protocols which involved activating the vessel's point defenses and rerouting power to the thrusters in an attempt to escape the grasp of the interdicting vessel.
When they flashed into real space, they knew immediately the effort would be futile. The navigator cursed to himself as the captain's eyes widened, swallowing down nerves as he looked out the bridge's viewport to a trio of Lucrehulk-class battlecruisers arrayed around the prison vessel. "They're trying to get ahold of us...push them through, sir?" The comms officer inquired to the captain, lofting a brow in the man's direction before he nodded. Once the connection was made, he immediately barked up with a faux-arrogance.
"You have just interdicted a military vessel of the Dark Empire. State your reasoning for this infraction!" The captain said, clasping his hands behind his hips. A deep, mechanical voice emerged from the other end.
<"Prepare for boarding."> The automaton's voice said before the transmission cut. The Captain grit his teeth before he lofted a strong finger to the security officer.
"Ready the men! I'm not going to relinquish this vessel to some blasted droids!" He barked out, teeth gritted. Not a moment later, the plastoid clatter of troopers marching in line to the docking entrance sounded through the ship's corridors before they readied themselves at either side of the corridor, blasters trained on the blast door as the captain stood toward the rear, slowly drawing his blaster pistol as he heared a strange, faint scratching motion at the other side. They weren't going to blast or cut through the door. No, that'd be needless damage of property in the eyes of the Federation. They were slicing the control console methodically and soon enough it opened with a metallic hiss, the troopers ready to fire but relented. Two hulking battle droids stepped through and behind them, a figure all but hovered through, the base of his purple atmo-suit grazing the floor as the figure revealed himself into the incandescent light.
Gat Tambor.
<"My...apologies for such an abrupt entrance..."> Gat said as he slowly hovered through the corridor, at least a dozen blasters trained on his form before he appeared before the captain.
<"You are commander of this vessel, no?"> He asked, his eyes wide beneath his goggles when he spoke to the man who swallowed faintly, holstering his blaster.
"I am...you are aboard a Dark Imp-."
<"I am so very well aware, Captain. You have ventured into my space I'm afraid. My organization holds customs authority over the Braxant Run...as I'm sure your fledgling state may be aware. Thus, any vessel traveling through is subject to inspection and interdiction by the Technoid Manufactorum- at our discretion."> He remarked before he slowly brushed his way past the Captain.
"Wh-what?! The Dark Empire will not tolerate such...such insolence and...and disrespect! You will stand at the mercy of the Emperor for this!" The captain barked out, levying a finger to Gat who ignored him.
<"He is more than welcome to pay me a visit in Harnaidan, be sure he is aware of that."> Tambor replied as he made his way through the corridor of the prison holding area, each side flanking him with doors leading to individual holding cells.
"These are marked men anyway, they're destined to be executed..." The captain piped up.
<"Then the Dark Empire has no use for them. However...those with nothing to lose do well in service to my organization."> He said, pressing the button to open one of the cells with a harsh metallic hiss.
The man within lofted his hand over his face, covering his sole organic eye, the cybernetic photoreceptor having been ripped out of his skull. He was breathing heavily, anxiously as if expecting more torture at the hands of the Dark Imperials.
Gat stepped aside and a battle droid stepped into the door way, a crimson scanner awash over the room before it confirmed the identity of the prisoner within. Gat looked it over and nodded with approval.
<"Take him in, have him treated...take the rest as well.">
"What!? You're taking all of them?!" The Captain barked out to which Gat paused for a moment before nodding.
<"...Yes."> He said before motioning to four labour droids walking in a large plasteel crate.
<"Ensure the proper authorities receive such...for your troubles, of course."> He said as he slowly made his way back to the Lucrehulk with a gentle hover of his atmo-suit.
Not a moment later, the other doors opened, the remaining marked men pulled from their cells and guided unto the vessel. Within fifteen minutes, all Federation personnel were back aboard the Pillar of Annihilation and the Dark Imperial vessel was released.
