The holo-projecter was activated, displaying a view of an intense combat scene. What was being shown to a select few was a clip-reel, per se, from various ships cameras and sensor readings of the battle at Bakura.
The Soveriegn, super Star destroyer had formed a wall between the Farfalen fleet remnants and the strong Sovereignty fleet. There it was, a tiny in comparrison missile. Only recognized because it was highlighted, its route was short and nimble. Another angle was shown, it dodged a flurry of laser fire from a short-lived attempt to take it down by the now fireball scraps of a once enemy fighter. Another angle, this time from the nose of the missile, it was corkscrewing along, weaving intricately in the wreckage filled theater.
The cool gray steel suddenly and rapidly got larger, until it filled the entire picture. Then a breif second of nothing. From another ship, the explosion was seen. The
Sovereign was doomed, its rear blew out like a pyrotechnics model would show. Fire raged in space, waves of it, moving towards other ships. Chunks of metal were shot off at high speeds, smaller pieces even faster. So much destruction from such a little thing.
"Two atoms," remarked a military man, "Two atoms made all of that. I've gathered you all here, as simply put you are the best and brighest minds in the Empire. And we need you. We need you to build us, devices, tools, weapons. Whatever you can produce. You have an almost infinite amount of resources at your disposal. Use them well."
It had been a week since he had arrived at the station dubbed Pandora's box. Officially it was called listening-post G-5403, but it was hardly a listening post. It was stationed at the edge of the Lowickian system. Namely as a steady supply of Lowickians could be brought to the post for biological testing. He though, was assigned to a much more simplier divisions. The division of missiles and projectiles. Or MPD for short.
Illd Fein was of average height, dusty brown hair and a pondering look. His skin was light, though tanned from his homeworld. He was from the Tion sector, Rudrig to be more precise. Despite the fact his people weren't exceptionally advanced, they weren't slow. He was gifted and he'd use his gift to benefit his people. After all it was the right thing to do.
Today, like many days in the past and probably in the foreseeable future, MPD was going through an extensive list of natural resources looking for anything with an adverse effect on commonplace technology. The only problem was, the list contained over two-hundred thousand inidividual specimen of data, with only six people in the department. A dirty job, but someone had to do it. Who knows, they could find the next planet-destroyer.
The Soveriegn, super Star destroyer had formed a wall between the Farfalen fleet remnants and the strong Sovereignty fleet. There it was, a tiny in comparrison missile. Only recognized because it was highlighted, its route was short and nimble. Another angle was shown, it dodged a flurry of laser fire from a short-lived attempt to take it down by the now fireball scraps of a once enemy fighter. Another angle, this time from the nose of the missile, it was corkscrewing along, weaving intricately in the wreckage filled theater.
The cool gray steel suddenly and rapidly got larger, until it filled the entire picture. Then a breif second of nothing. From another ship, the explosion was seen. The
Sovereign was doomed, its rear blew out like a pyrotechnics model would show. Fire raged in space, waves of it, moving towards other ships. Chunks of metal were shot off at high speeds, smaller pieces even faster. So much destruction from such a little thing.
"Two atoms," remarked a military man, "Two atoms made all of that. I've gathered you all here, as simply put you are the best and brighest minds in the Empire. And we need you. We need you to build us, devices, tools, weapons. Whatever you can produce. You have an almost infinite amount of resources at your disposal. Use them well."
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It had been a week since he had arrived at the station dubbed Pandora's box. Officially it was called listening-post G-5403, but it was hardly a listening post. It was stationed at the edge of the Lowickian system. Namely as a steady supply of Lowickians could be brought to the post for biological testing. He though, was assigned to a much more simplier divisions. The division of missiles and projectiles. Or MPD for short.
Illd Fein was of average height, dusty brown hair and a pondering look. His skin was light, though tanned from his homeworld. He was from the Tion sector, Rudrig to be more precise. Despite the fact his people weren't exceptionally advanced, they weren't slow. He was gifted and he'd use his gift to benefit his people. After all it was the right thing to do.
Today, like many days in the past and probably in the foreseeable future, MPD was going through an extensive list of natural resources looking for anything with an adverse effect on commonplace technology. The only problem was, the list contained over two-hundred thousand inidividual specimen of data, with only six people in the department. A dirty job, but someone had to do it. Who knows, they could find the next planet-destroyer.