The decision had finally been made.
The word had been given.
Mere moments ago Division 3 of the New Order's Sentinel Fleet in its entirety jumped to hyperspace. Through the mottled blue void the massive fleet now traveled towards its destination, with jumbled thoughts of peace and war churning about through the minds of it's commanders.
The New Order's struggle against the Rogue Empire and Chimaera Fleet merger was not a secret to most of the galaxy at large. Yet to every conflict, there is a resolution. The fate of how this particular schism was to be resolved was clear at last, and today that resolution would be reached.
Imperial High Admiral Daemon Hyfe sat aboard the bridge of the Imperial-Class Star Destroyer Earl Jaw, his temporary command. The High Admiral’s face was expressionless, deep lines of contemplation etched into his visage as if they had been carved there by a shard of glass. Seated in his command chair, it was clear that he carried a sense of command, a poised assurance which gave confidence to all under his command, the confidence and pride that was needed for a mission such as the one the Empire was to embark on today.
The fate of the New Order had been plaguing the Admiral's thoughts for some time now. Preparation for this day had been drawn out, and the Empire's idle waiting had begun to grow old on Admiral Hyfe. At last it was time to act.
With noble intentions the Fleet journeyed forth to Rogue Empire space. The decision reached by the Imperial Might of the New Order may not be the one suspected by the rival faction of the Rogue Empire. Yet it was without a doubt the action that would be best for them both. What was done today would echo an eternity. What was done this day, was done for the sake of the Galactic Empire as a whole.
"Reversion mark… 30 seconds," called the helmsman from the aft crew pit, announcing their imminent emergence from hyperspace.
"Acknowledged," Admiral Hyfe replied firmly, seeming to have been awaken from his deep contemplation.
The High Admiral tossed a concise nod to Captain Davin Essian, who, in turn, addressed the bridge crew of the Star Destroyer.
"We've gone through the drill countless times, men. You know beyond a doubt what you are to do. Follow your orders, and everything will run smoothly."
Admiral Hyfe signaled for the Captain, who came to his side, respectively, black-gloved hands clasped behind his back.
Essian was a middle-aged man of medium build. His awards were clearly displayed upon his breast, and his boots were polished to a shine, making his attire quite neat and tidy. Mildly graying, curly black hair padded his head, and he donned a shortly trimmed beard, which accentuated the fine lines covering his aging face. Deep cut eyes of shimmering blue and a scar on his chin gave him a roguish look, but his military stature was quite evident nonetheless.
"Remember to keep comm channels open when we exit hyperspace. I know I don't have to remind you of the plan," Admiral Hyfe remarked, pausing to steal a glimpse at the small timer on the wall marking their time until reversion. "Stay at the ready," he seemed to conclude.
"Yes sir," came the Captains dutiful reply.
There was an instant of silence cast across the bridge of the Star Destroyer, and Admiral Daemon Hyfe imagined there was such a moment upon each of the other ships of the Fleet as well.
He gave a decisive nod, the meaning of which an onlooker could only begin to speculate, and a hard grin formed on his indomitable face.
The timer counted down to zero.
Through the main view port, blue star lines pierced the mottled sky as the blotchy void of hyperspace faded away. The starlines shrank abruptly back into the pinpoints of stars.
The New Order's Fleet had arrived at Despyre.
The word had been given.
Mere moments ago Division 3 of the New Order's Sentinel Fleet in its entirety jumped to hyperspace. Through the mottled blue void the massive fleet now traveled towards its destination, with jumbled thoughts of peace and war churning about through the minds of it's commanders.
The New Order's struggle against the Rogue Empire and Chimaera Fleet merger was not a secret to most of the galaxy at large. Yet to every conflict, there is a resolution. The fate of how this particular schism was to be resolved was clear at last, and today that resolution would be reached.
Imperial High Admiral Daemon Hyfe sat aboard the bridge of the Imperial-Class Star Destroyer Earl Jaw, his temporary command. The High Admiral’s face was expressionless, deep lines of contemplation etched into his visage as if they had been carved there by a shard of glass. Seated in his command chair, it was clear that he carried a sense of command, a poised assurance which gave confidence to all under his command, the confidence and pride that was needed for a mission such as the one the Empire was to embark on today.
The fate of the New Order had been plaguing the Admiral's thoughts for some time now. Preparation for this day had been drawn out, and the Empire's idle waiting had begun to grow old on Admiral Hyfe. At last it was time to act.
With noble intentions the Fleet journeyed forth to Rogue Empire space. The decision reached by the Imperial Might of the New Order may not be the one suspected by the rival faction of the Rogue Empire. Yet it was without a doubt the action that would be best for them both. What was done today would echo an eternity. What was done this day, was done for the sake of the Galactic Empire as a whole.
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"Reversion mark… 30 seconds," called the helmsman from the aft crew pit, announcing their imminent emergence from hyperspace.
"Acknowledged," Admiral Hyfe replied firmly, seeming to have been awaken from his deep contemplation.
The High Admiral tossed a concise nod to Captain Davin Essian, who, in turn, addressed the bridge crew of the Star Destroyer.
"We've gone through the drill countless times, men. You know beyond a doubt what you are to do. Follow your orders, and everything will run smoothly."
Admiral Hyfe signaled for the Captain, who came to his side, respectively, black-gloved hands clasped behind his back.
Essian was a middle-aged man of medium build. His awards were clearly displayed upon his breast, and his boots were polished to a shine, making his attire quite neat and tidy. Mildly graying, curly black hair padded his head, and he donned a shortly trimmed beard, which accentuated the fine lines covering his aging face. Deep cut eyes of shimmering blue and a scar on his chin gave him a roguish look, but his military stature was quite evident nonetheless.
"Remember to keep comm channels open when we exit hyperspace. I know I don't have to remind you of the plan," Admiral Hyfe remarked, pausing to steal a glimpse at the small timer on the wall marking their time until reversion. "Stay at the ready," he seemed to conclude.
"Yes sir," came the Captains dutiful reply.
There was an instant of silence cast across the bridge of the Star Destroyer, and Admiral Daemon Hyfe imagined there was such a moment upon each of the other ships of the Fleet as well.
He gave a decisive nod, the meaning of which an onlooker could only begin to speculate, and a hard grin formed on his indomitable face.
The timer counted down to zero.
Through the main view port, blue star lines pierced the mottled sky as the blotchy void of hyperspace faded away. The starlines shrank abruptly back into the pinpoints of stars.
The New Order's Fleet had arrived at Despyre.
