Pegasus, en route to Budpock
Quiet chattering pervaded through the bridge. It’s a little louder than normal, though I can hardly fault them. They're meeting new people, new coworkers. The Pegasus was integrating crew from other Confederation planets. Thus, the decks of the Pegasus were not only occupied by Kashan sailors, but also by contigents of Audacian Shock Troopers and Genarius Engineering crews. The crewmembers the newcomers had replaced were now onboard two of the Pegasus’ sister ships: the Audacieuse and the Lancaster, who now accompanied the Pegaus. Other ships were present as well, a quartet of Seraph cruisers and a few Juaire-class Heavy Gunships. It was the largest concentration of the Contegorian Confederation’s fleet thus far, and would likely be so for a while. For few convoys needed this heavy of an escort as the freighters carrying raw materials from the recently captured planet Budpock.
“We’re cutting it off close,” chided the Commodore, leaning over the navigation chart.
Commander Fyre threw up his hands.
“We can’t make decent time with these freighter’s hyperdrives; they’re as slow as a loaded Bantha. The only we way we can cut time is to cut parsecs.”
Corise snorted. “Or give the freighters Kashan hyperdrives.”
“Maybe next time. It’s a little late now.”
“You know what happens if we skirt too close to that mass shadow…”
The commander shrugged. “We should drop out of hyperspace. Don’t worry, I have the safeties on so we won’t jump into a black hole.”
“That’s not what I am worried about,” stated the Commodore, laying a finger on the map, “Do you know who controls Anzat?”
“The Empire.”
“Exactly,” noted the SCO.
“So?”
“If we revert to realspace prematurely because the safeties are engaged, and we’re near Anzat…”
The Commander frowned. “We’re right in Imperial space or we’re on the border of it.”
“Yeah,” stated triumvirate member, walking away from the table.
“Ensign, how close are we to the Anzat sys-”
“Sir, the safeties are cutting in. We’re reverting!”
The lines of hyperspace travel cut out, leaving the bridge crew with a breathtaking view of the stars and the nearby nebula in which Kashan hid. But perhaps the most important feature of the view was a orangish and teal orb in the distance: Anzat.
“Frak!” swore Fyre.
Corise nodded and turned to the navigation officer.
“Are we in Imperial space?”
“Ah, we’re somewhat on the border.”
“What do you mean somewhat?” demanded the SCO.
“The border is undefined.”
“Sir, over there, starships,” motioned a junior officer.
What now?
Quiet chattering pervaded through the bridge. It’s a little louder than normal, though I can hardly fault them. They're meeting new people, new coworkers. The Pegasus was integrating crew from other Confederation planets. Thus, the decks of the Pegasus were not only occupied by Kashan sailors, but also by contigents of Audacian Shock Troopers and Genarius Engineering crews. The crewmembers the newcomers had replaced were now onboard two of the Pegasus’ sister ships: the Audacieuse and the Lancaster, who now accompanied the Pegaus. Other ships were present as well, a quartet of Seraph cruisers and a few Juaire-class Heavy Gunships. It was the largest concentration of the Contegorian Confederation’s fleet thus far, and would likely be so for a while. For few convoys needed this heavy of an escort as the freighters carrying raw materials from the recently captured planet Budpock.
“We’re cutting it off close,” chided the Commodore, leaning over the navigation chart.
Commander Fyre threw up his hands.
“We can’t make decent time with these freighter’s hyperdrives; they’re as slow as a loaded Bantha. The only we way we can cut time is to cut parsecs.”
Corise snorted. “Or give the freighters Kashan hyperdrives.”
“Maybe next time. It’s a little late now.”
“You know what happens if we skirt too close to that mass shadow…”
The commander shrugged. “We should drop out of hyperspace. Don’t worry, I have the safeties on so we won’t jump into a black hole.”
“That’s not what I am worried about,” stated the Commodore, laying a finger on the map, “Do you know who controls Anzat?”
“The Empire.”
“Exactly,” noted the SCO.
“So?”
“If we revert to realspace prematurely because the safeties are engaged, and we’re near Anzat…”
The Commander frowned. “We’re right in Imperial space or we’re on the border of it.”
“Yeah,” stated triumvirate member, walking away from the table.
“Ensign, how close are we to the Anzat sys-”
“Sir, the safeties are cutting in. We’re reverting!”
The lines of hyperspace travel cut out, leaving the bridge crew with a breathtaking view of the stars and the nearby nebula in which Kashan hid. But perhaps the most important feature of the view was a orangish and teal orb in the distance: Anzat.
“Frak!” swore Fyre.
Corise nodded and turned to the navigation officer.
“Are we in Imperial space?”
“Ah, we’re somewhat on the border.”
“What do you mean somewhat?” demanded the SCO.
“The border is undefined.”
“Sir, over there, starships,” motioned a junior officer.
What now?