Above the World of Corellia....
Commodore Brand looked out the viewports of his flagship, the Archangel class Star Destroyer Ancheron. The flag vessel had recently been involved in a number of skirmishes and battles in the Mid-Rim, and had taken some damage. Now that the campaign was over, the ship was flying to the nearest avilable repair yards, which just happened to be near Corellia, thanks a large effort now under way to modernize all of the older Imperial warships in order to extend their useful life service, which was a susbstantial cost reduction as opposed to building new warships from scratch. Besides which, Brand preferred the look, touch, feel, and firepower of the older, more classical warship types as opposed to the new types that kept on appearing. He espically liked the classical Imperial Star Destroyers, which were seen fewer and fewer nowadays, although he didn't mind being in command of a much larger star destroyer that at least kept alive it's triangular form and deadliness.
The star destroyer had just exited from hyperspace above the world of Corellia. Recollecting his thoughts and returning to the present time and place, Commodore Brand briskly walked from the viewports to the crew stations below, to stand next to the communications station located at the rear of the bridge. Sure enough, a communication came through asking for their proper identification and purpose of visit.
"Archangel class Star Destroyer, please identify yourself and your mission." asked the security chief.
"This is the Archangel class Star Destroyer Ancheron, requesting permission to dock at repair station number two, in order to effect repairs to damaged systems." spoke Commodore Brand into the comm unit.
"Copy that Commodore. We have you on our file. You may proceed to the docking bay now. And welcome to Corellia." said the security chief as he logged off.
Guided by a tug, the Star Destroyer headed torwards a large station in orbit above the planet, a civilian repair station normally used for bulk cruisers and other large transport vessels. The destroyer rolled forty five degrees to port, and magnetic clampers on the side of the station attached themselves to the destroyer's underside, securing it in place. With that done, the destroyer's hangar bay emptied out as shuttles and starfighters vacated the premises, and other transports came up to get rid of the destroyer's crew, so that the entire ship could be opened to vaccuum for the droids that would come in and repair and perform mantinence on the ship. Commodore Brand himself boarded a shuttle to the surface, looking forward after several years of service in the Empire's military to enjoy some leave and see his family again.
Commodore Brand looked out the viewports of his flagship, the Archangel class Star Destroyer Ancheron. The flag vessel had recently been involved in a number of skirmishes and battles in the Mid-Rim, and had taken some damage. Now that the campaign was over, the ship was flying to the nearest avilable repair yards, which just happened to be near Corellia, thanks a large effort now under way to modernize all of the older Imperial warships in order to extend their useful life service, which was a susbstantial cost reduction as opposed to building new warships from scratch. Besides which, Brand preferred the look, touch, feel, and firepower of the older, more classical warship types as opposed to the new types that kept on appearing. He espically liked the classical Imperial Star Destroyers, which were seen fewer and fewer nowadays, although he didn't mind being in command of a much larger star destroyer that at least kept alive it's triangular form and deadliness.
The star destroyer had just exited from hyperspace above the world of Corellia. Recollecting his thoughts and returning to the present time and place, Commodore Brand briskly walked from the viewports to the crew stations below, to stand next to the communications station located at the rear of the bridge. Sure enough, a communication came through asking for their proper identification and purpose of visit.
"Archangel class Star Destroyer, please identify yourself and your mission." asked the security chief.
"This is the Archangel class Star Destroyer Ancheron, requesting permission to dock at repair station number two, in order to effect repairs to damaged systems." spoke Commodore Brand into the comm unit.
"Copy that Commodore. We have you on our file. You may proceed to the docking bay now. And welcome to Corellia." said the security chief as he logged off.
Guided by a tug, the Star Destroyer headed torwards a large station in orbit above the planet, a civilian repair station normally used for bulk cruisers and other large transport vessels. The destroyer rolled forty five degrees to port, and magnetic clampers on the side of the station attached themselves to the destroyer's underside, securing it in place. With that done, the destroyer's hangar bay emptied out as shuttles and starfighters vacated the premises, and other transports came up to get rid of the destroyer's crew, so that the entire ship could be opened to vaccuum for the droids that would come in and repair and perform mantinence on the ship. Commodore Brand himself boarded a shuttle to the surface, looking forward after several years of service in the Empire's military to enjoy some leave and see his family again.