the old way
DEEP SPACE
The stars stretched endlessly before his eyes, a sea of shimmering lights against the void dancing and flickering on his lifeless T-visor. Hakon Fett stood on the bridge of the light corvette Ramikadyc, its tight quarters squeezing him in like a vice. Once he felt more at ease, even at home, aboard such smaller vessels, yet ever since taking command of the Stormbringer, he'd been spoiled with the vast expanse of the Keldabe battleship's bridge.
But the Stormbringer was gone. Downed in the Battle of Bimmisaari. And while his friend, the shipwright Ormbyr Rook, took it to himself to design and a build a new flagship for the Field Marshal, Fett embarked on a long voyage for distant stars. It had been weeks since they'd left familiar systems behind, chasing whispers of a lost fleet–starships that had seemingly vanished during the ancient Mandalorian Wars. For many it was a wild pelliki chase, but his closest retinue would follow him even to the very edge of the galaxy if he so commanded.
Lost in thought, Hakon nearly tripped over his feet when the deck trembled violently, followed by the deep groan of metal bending under unseen pressure wailing through the bridge. Across the viewport, the endlessly stretching stars snapped back into the familiar pinpricks of realspace.
But they did not linger long.
Before them, a fathomless shadow swallowed the stars. Slowly, jagged edges formed in the darkness–contours of a sleeping behemoth.
"By Manda, is that a dreadnought?"
"Was."
"Half is still a lot."
"Doesn't look Mandalorian… right?"
"No."
"Bev–"
"Gravity well, Hakon. Drednought's emitting a massive interdiction field."
"But that can't be–look at it."
"I know what I am seeing on my scanners. No life support systems, no power, but its projecting a well."
"How is that even–"
"Quiet." Fett callously growled, commanding his crew's attention. His visor never left the derelict once-titan of war consuming the viewport. "Bevik, order Kroum to prepare his men. We'll be boarding this dreadnought."
The stars stretched endlessly before his eyes, a sea of shimmering lights against the void dancing and flickering on his lifeless T-visor. Hakon Fett stood on the bridge of the light corvette Ramikadyc, its tight quarters squeezing him in like a vice. Once he felt more at ease, even at home, aboard such smaller vessels, yet ever since taking command of the Stormbringer, he'd been spoiled with the vast expanse of the Keldabe battleship's bridge.
But the Stormbringer was gone. Downed in the Battle of Bimmisaari. And while his friend, the shipwright Ormbyr Rook, took it to himself to design and a build a new flagship for the Field Marshal, Fett embarked on a long voyage for distant stars. It had been weeks since they'd left familiar systems behind, chasing whispers of a lost fleet–starships that had seemingly vanished during the ancient Mandalorian Wars. For many it was a wild pelliki chase, but his closest retinue would follow him even to the very edge of the galaxy if he so commanded.
Lost in thought, Hakon nearly tripped over his feet when the deck trembled violently, followed by the deep groan of metal bending under unseen pressure wailing through the bridge. Across the viewport, the endlessly stretching stars snapped back into the familiar pinpricks of realspace.
But they did not linger long.
Before them, a fathomless shadow swallowed the stars. Slowly, jagged edges formed in the darkness–contours of a sleeping behemoth.
"By Manda, is that a dreadnought?"
"Was."
"Half is still a lot."
"Doesn't look Mandalorian… right?"
"No."
"Bev–"
"Gravity well, Hakon. Drednought's emitting a massive interdiction field."
"But that can't be–look at it."
"I know what I am seeing on my scanners. No life support systems, no power, but its projecting a well."
"How is that even–"
"Quiet." Fett callously growled, commanding his crew's attention. His visor never left the derelict once-titan of war consuming the viewport. "Bevik, order Kroum to prepare his men. We'll be boarding this dreadnought."
