Yoru Shakou
Well-Known Member
Tho Yor class Attack Vessel
Subterrel
High Orbit
A silent flash upon the darkness of the void of space brought forth the three vessels. Their pyramidal shape pushing them to stand out among all those vessels that roamed the galaxy. Standing quietly upon the bridge, the elderly male looked out the large view screen, looking down upon the world before him. Subterrel, a world of mineral wealth that had long since been mined since the ancient eras of the Galactic Republic. He had to wonder though just how much value the world had remaining; yet the myriad of vessels that were constantly shipping minerals and ores off world was pure sign enough.
Closing his eyes for a moment he slowly pivot upon his hind foot, moving around one of the few control consoles on the bridge. Approaching the large throne like seat, he turned and took his place upon it, eyes still set upon the world below. Nodding softly to the communications officer, the message was broadcast among the vessels.
"All Crescent class Starfighters and Kesh class Modular Transports prepare for launch. Focus is upon the mining facilities on the world below. Secure and hold."
Nodding softly, he watched from where he sat as the three vessels arranged themselves into a triangular formation. Their hanger bays opening to reveal the starfighters and transports. For all intents and purpose this was nothing more than a simple raid, a procurement of resources and perhaps an establishment of a facility that would serve its own purpose to be revealed in time.
For now Tasgetius waited, watching carefully for any whom would otherwise take action against him. A soft smirk coming across his lips as he leaned forward, his elbow resting upon the thick arm rest of the throne; his chin upon it as his eyes remained vigilant.