Mago stood at the bridge of the Heart of Candor, watching the view window as the ship hurtled itself through hyperspace with his hands neatly folded behind his back. To say he was anticipating their arrival would be an understatement. A week ago he had heard of rumors of an old Lucrehulk stranded in deep space since the time of the Clone Wars, apparently its remote location as well as the complete lack of energy signatures from the ship had kept it completely hidden for all these years. Such a massive battleship, with the right modifications, could easily make him a captain to be feared by any lone convoy of civilians, not to mention what ground army of droids he could find inside. He could occupy a whole city, maybe even several, carve out a little kingdom for himself on some world outside the boarders of civilized space. Glancing towards one of the nearby holographic display he would watch as the distance towards their location slowly dwindled, the numbers counting down to their arrival. He had spent the better part of his life searching for an opportunity like this, and here one had thrown itself before him. It could be a trap, after all he had been raiding the boarders of the Confederacy for the better part of a year now. And he was sure he wasn't the only one who had heard the rumors, the Confederacy of Independent Systems may be eager to reclaim one of their old battleships, even if they technically weren't the ones who owned it in the first place.
Soon the ship would come to a sudden stop, the clear blue of hyperspace giving in to a sea of stars and nebula in the far far distance. Mago's stern stoic glare slowly softened into a pleased grin, there it was. The iconic shape of the Lucrehulk was just barely visible in the void, the cold hard steel almost blending in neatly to the void. And thankfully, it seemed that his ship was the first to arrive. "High Alert-" Mago would command, the ambient light of the ship suddenly taking on a slightly redish glow to it as the ships weapons and shields were brought fully online. "I want to be ready encase anyone else shows up. Coms, what are the scanners saying about our prize?" There would be a slight pause before one of his bridge 'officers' would speak up
"Completely out of power, seems the reactor went offline at some point or another. Hull integrity looks good though, so it should be able to support life if we get it up and going." there would be another nervous pause before the officer would speak up again "Sir.. scanners aren't indicating advanced weapons systems. We're only picking up twenty eight quad laser canons, and they're ancient. I'm not even sure if they'd be any real risk to our shielding."
There would be a silence that fell over the bridge, Mago's grin slowly souring back into his usual stony faced appearance. It seems this Lucrehulk had never been retrofitted by the confederacy into a battleship, but instead was the base model cargo freighter. A simple mix up, but an extremely disappointing one. Mago would take a deep breath, his mechanical arm tightening on the handle of his cane in a subconscious show of anger as his eyes burrowed into the viewing window. "Either way, its a find. Prepare boarding parties I want to know whats on board and if we can sell any of it. Hopefully battle droids, but at the very least we can get trinkets for antique dealers. I'll be in my quarters." Mago would turn around, retreating down the halls to his personal quarters where he would sit at his desk, opening a drawer and retrieving a cigarra. Lighting up he would let the smoke drift lazily upward as he stared out his own personal window at the Lucrehulk. Maybe he could find a use for it, but for now, he would let his crew see what was inside.
