The Carrack-class Light Cruiser <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Opulence<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> sped through hyperspace, the herald of destiny. On all sides, an Empire was falling, rather, and <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> empire<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> was falling, as that crumbling faction sought greater glory under the guise of the Great Galactic Empire, and for its trangressions against the name of Empire, it was being torn asunder, scattered on the winds of time. The Iron Fist Empire would die. The New Order would see to that; and so would the Rogue Empire.
At that thought, a smile crept across the unaged face of Captain del Forza, 1st Viscount of Corellia, an aristocrat who was always willing to serve in the bst traditions of war-the New Republic could to accomplish this, the New Order was weak, and so Rogue Empire would serve as his home.
Given his four years as a cadet in the Corellian Martial Academy, and two consectuive terms as acting commander of the training Star Destroyer, the new Emperor was more than willing to take him into their ranks. And now he commanded a carrack Cruiser, five TIE Interceptors, two lambda-class Shuttles, fifty-boarding troops, and a crew of five hundred. Ah yes, it was a start to a brilliant career.
The Cruiser neared its destination-the jump clock counted down towards null-and del Forza moved down the sloping ramp on the left side of his command chair. They would come out of hyperspace just behind the wreckage of the demolished shipyards, the debris sheilding them from any scans, then they would bounce extraneous Comm signals of the debris, shielding them yet further with static. Then, they would make a microjump to behind the nearest planetary moon, after they had gathered all the data they needed.
Without a word, the brideg lighting dimmed and the ship reveretd to realspace. They were near the wreckage of the shipyards. Frell, Desaria thought. It was horrible. However had destroyed them-he had not been briefed-was a cruel beast. The yards had not been evacuated, for bodies, pocked and charred by fire and violated by the coldness of space floated ahead amidst the massive pylons and structural remains of ships, shuttles, and the yards themselves.
" Commence signal overlay," del Forza ordered.
A lieutenant nodded, and static went out, enough to confuse any sensor, but not enough to make it look obvious as jamming given the nature of the transmissions if monitered.
" Commence scanning."
The ships passive scanners lanced out like hundreds of tongues lapping up tasty morsels of information on the far side of Falleen. Luckily, any IFE ships were on the opposite side, and had not detected them, and would not given the mehtods used. For over two hours the cruiser sat there, immobile, gathering possible jump corridinates and all information they dared without using active sensors.
Before they jumped to the safety of the moon, the Opulence lanched one of its shuttles, laden with all of the gathered information. It leapt back to TRE terriotry with the valued cargo, and the Opulence to the moon. All was done.
[The spoils of war are attained by not the strongest, but those with the most cunning...[/i]
At that thought, a smile crept across the unaged face of Captain del Forza, 1st Viscount of Corellia, an aristocrat who was always willing to serve in the bst traditions of war-the New Republic could to accomplish this, the New Order was weak, and so Rogue Empire would serve as his home.
Given his four years as a cadet in the Corellian Martial Academy, and two consectuive terms as acting commander of the training Star Destroyer, the new Emperor was more than willing to take him into their ranks. And now he commanded a carrack Cruiser, five TIE Interceptors, two lambda-class Shuttles, fifty-boarding troops, and a crew of five hundred. Ah yes, it was a start to a brilliant career.
The Cruiser neared its destination-the jump clock counted down towards null-and del Forza moved down the sloping ramp on the left side of his command chair. They would come out of hyperspace just behind the wreckage of the demolished shipyards, the debris sheilding them from any scans, then they would bounce extraneous Comm signals of the debris, shielding them yet further with static. Then, they would make a microjump to behind the nearest planetary moon, after they had gathered all the data they needed.
Without a word, the brideg lighting dimmed and the ship reveretd to realspace. They were near the wreckage of the shipyards. Frell, Desaria thought. It was horrible. However had destroyed them-he had not been briefed-was a cruel beast. The yards had not been evacuated, for bodies, pocked and charred by fire and violated by the coldness of space floated ahead amidst the massive pylons and structural remains of ships, shuttles, and the yards themselves.
" Commence signal overlay," del Forza ordered.
A lieutenant nodded, and static went out, enough to confuse any sensor, but not enough to make it look obvious as jamming given the nature of the transmissions if monitered.
" Commence scanning."
The ships passive scanners lanced out like hundreds of tongues lapping up tasty morsels of information on the far side of Falleen. Luckily, any IFE ships were on the opposite side, and had not detected them, and would not given the mehtods used. For over two hours the cruiser sat there, immobile, gathering possible jump corridinates and all information they dared without using active sensors.
Before they jumped to the safety of the moon, the Opulence lanched one of its shuttles, laden with all of the gathered information. It leapt back to TRE terriotry with the valued cargo, and the Opulence to the moon. All was done.
[The spoils of war are attained by not the strongest, but those with the most cunning...[/i]