<font color=green>The 125-meter long shape, barely visible despite the raging fires across her hull, slammed into the Love's Loss.
It did not explode, as the Super Star Destroyer Executor had done at Endor. It simply... vanished. The impact tore open the Abolisher, spilling her guts to space and tearing her apart.
The bridge crew of the Restoration rose and saluted the tumbling wreckage. More casualties in this pointless war. More dead for the roster. More deaths at the hands of the Empire.
Then, as one, they came alive once more. Fueled by a vengeance that was anything but petty, the fleet moved forward, following in the wake of those cloaked Infiltrators that had already begun their own operations.
Behind them, the tumbling wreckage of the Abolisher left a single thing: a still-active Pulse Mass Mine field. For in her death agonies the stricken ship had fired off one last round of her deadly mines. Directly into the path of the Imperial capitol ships.
"This can mean only one thing. The Shroud is an Imperial craft, and they would never give that technoligy away. Not even to their allies."
There was a moment of silence as realization dawned.
"An assault group. They're planning to trap us here-"
"And eat us alive. And we're not going to let them."
"Operation Hammerhead."
He nodded, and the fleet moved into action. For victory; and revenge.
It did not explode, as the Super Star Destroyer Executor had done at Endor. It simply... vanished. The impact tore open the Abolisher, spilling her guts to space and tearing her apart.
The bridge crew of the Restoration rose and saluted the tumbling wreckage. More casualties in this pointless war. More dead for the roster. More deaths at the hands of the Empire.
Then, as one, they came alive once more. Fueled by a vengeance that was anything but petty, the fleet moved forward, following in the wake of those cloaked Infiltrators that had already begun their own operations.
Behind them, the tumbling wreckage of the Abolisher left a single thing: a still-active Pulse Mass Mine field. For in her death agonies the stricken ship had fired off one last round of her deadly mines. Directly into the path of the Imperial capitol ships.
"This can mean only one thing. The Shroud is an Imperial craft, and they would never give that technoligy away. Not even to their allies."
There was a moment of silence as realization dawned.
"An assault group. They're planning to trap us here-"
"And eat us alive. And we're not going to let them."
"Operation Hammerhead."
He nodded, and the fleet moved into action. For victory; and revenge.