Deacon Olraen
Character
Spinnaker-class Light Carrier RNS Bucolic
Eriadu High Orbit
“...with the bacon nice and crunchy, and lots of black pepper in the mayo. I'm telling you, you ever want to believe in a higher power, make one of those - fresh tomatoes, though, they have to be fresh-”
“Ah, Captain,” said the Barabel sensor operator with profound relief, “sssorry to interrupt, but a sssituation appearsss to be developing.”
Deak’s belly growled. “All right, let's see it.”
A holographic display snapped to life across the bridge’s main window. “An Imperial frigate, sssir.”
The mildly oversexualized Falleen comms officer put a hand to her ear. “They're asking for asylum. Alliance assets are going to high alert. We've been asked to stand ready.”
Deak took a long swig of lukewarm caf. “Ready in case of...frigate?”
The Falleen exchanged long-suffering looks with the Barabel at sensors. “Well, sir, there might be more of them.”
“Sure. Well, crap. Go to alert status indigo and get the combat air patrol looped in.” Out there, three silver Naboo fighters inscribed a precise arc across the bridge’s field of view. Deak thought serious thoughts about how long it might take to make a sandwich.
Eriadu High Orbit
“...with the bacon nice and crunchy, and lots of black pepper in the mayo. I'm telling you, you ever want to believe in a higher power, make one of those - fresh tomatoes, though, they have to be fresh-”
“Ah, Captain,” said the Barabel sensor operator with profound relief, “sssorry to interrupt, but a sssituation appearsss to be developing.”
Deak’s belly growled. “All right, let's see it.”
A holographic display snapped to life across the bridge’s main window. “An Imperial frigate, sssir.”
The mildly oversexualized Falleen comms officer put a hand to her ear. “They're asking for asylum. Alliance assets are going to high alert. We've been asked to stand ready.”
Deak took a long swig of lukewarm caf. “Ready in case of...frigate?”
The Falleen exchanged long-suffering looks with the Barabel at sensors. “Well, sir, there might be more of them.”
“Sure. Well, crap. Go to alert status indigo and get the combat air patrol looped in.” Out there, three silver Naboo fighters inscribed a precise arc across the bridge’s field of view. Deak thought serious thoughts about how long it might take to make a sandwich.