Shards of blackened debris swirled around the soft metallic silver of the massive MC-90a Heavy Star Cruiser Infinate Justice, a painful reminder of torture, and of enslavement courtesy of the Galactic Empire, a power that had crumbled into nothing more than shattered fragments of it's once graceful, and iron-fisted rule over the Galaxy. No more...
Six squadrons of MC-10 Starfighters circled in a refined pattern over the shimmering iron of the ship's frontal hull, a few streaks of red and blue slamming into small shards of once was the glorious planet of Alderaan. In the distance, the sister planet Delaya remained silent, overlooking the remains of it's former neighbor. He found it strange.... The planet almost looked sad and lonely.
Alderaan had been a beautiful planet, peaceful to it's bitter and gruesome end. Even in it's last hours, it remained a peaceful, elegant, and graceful world. Gentle green hills covered with rich grasslands. Over eight thousand species of flower had perished that day... the day that Imperialism became unbound by the chains of humanity.
He sat in silence, the Mon Calamari-make command chair softly rocking back and fourth with the push of his leg, his mind in deep thought.
"Vice Admiral Talis Zerran, Sir..." the fish faced Mon Calamari spoke up, blinking his fish eyes as he overlooked the tactical command center to the right of the command chair. He nodded breaking his concentration on the historical significants of Alderaan. "Yes?"
"We're in position. Shields holding firm, though we have taken a few minor hits."
Talis nodded, taking a deep yet passive breath of the manufactured oxygen on the command bridge of his vessel. He smoothed the wrinkles out of his uniform, and stood, taking a few steps forward to the central viewing port of transparisteel.
"Shut down all non-essential power."
Six squadrons of MC-10 Starfighters circled in a refined pattern over the shimmering iron of the ship's frontal hull, a few streaks of red and blue slamming into small shards of once was the glorious planet of Alderaan. In the distance, the sister planet Delaya remained silent, overlooking the remains of it's former neighbor. He found it strange.... The planet almost looked sad and lonely.
Alderaan had been a beautiful planet, peaceful to it's bitter and gruesome end. Even in it's last hours, it remained a peaceful, elegant, and graceful world. Gentle green hills covered with rich grasslands. Over eight thousand species of flower had perished that day... the day that Imperialism became unbound by the chains of humanity.
He sat in silence, the Mon Calamari-make command chair softly rocking back and fourth with the push of his leg, his mind in deep thought.
"Vice Admiral Talis Zerran, Sir..." the fish faced Mon Calamari spoke up, blinking his fish eyes as he overlooked the tactical command center to the right of the command chair. He nodded breaking his concentration on the historical significants of Alderaan. "Yes?"
"We're in position. Shields holding firm, though we have taken a few minor hits."
Talis nodded, taking a deep yet passive breath of the manufactured oxygen on the command bridge of his vessel. He smoothed the wrinkles out of his uniform, and stood, taking a few steps forward to the central viewing port of transparisteel.
"Shut down all non-essential power."