“It's really falling down to him captain?”
The men all gathered around the slate gray conference room of the Battle Axe, an aging Dreadnaught older than many of their own parents. Yet then Commodore Gevel had been quick to press the warship into service after its capture from the Yevetha. Still, Captain Antón wondered if it was the wisest choice, tying up so many men on such old ship. Yet if things were to progress as planned, he had little doubt that the native of Coruscant would make a fool of him for ever doubting. He kept his thoughts of his ship's capabilities solely to himself. At least the officers are all good. Gevel knows how to pick and keep the men the Empire needs in these trying times.
Paul Antón stroked his chin, “I really hope not, but it is a moot point. The Emperor will appoint the appropriate officer, or one of his subordinates will. We have more pressing concerns to discuss. Lieutenant Gomex?”
An olive-skinned man with a jagged scar running up his hand clicked a button on a comlink, activating the holo-projector built into the table to display a starry field that represented a few light years of the Senex sector, along with several colored in orbs representing politically controlled planets. Yet the man ignored them. The man half-cleared his throaty voice.
“Two lightyears from the Boro-borosa III system, there are reports that a prison ship belonging to House Garronin headed to Atron at a nav point just disappeared. Command wants us to take a look into it to help placate House Garonnin, and possibly buy some of their influence in the sector. The vessel was an Invincible-class Dreadnaught, a ship massing over six times of our own, and probably a dozen times older. It's a remarkably inferior warship in any way to our own, but if thousands of criminals got a hold of it, well, it could still do a lot of damage.”
“Signs of Reaver activity in the area?” questioned a stout man from Carida.
“Unlikely sir,” replied Gomex, “There have been no Reaver ships known to make it this far west and towards the Core.”
Antón cleared his throat, “While I do not like to make judgements without information to back it up, this affair most likely is political in nature. It is not as if the houses have all been made friendly terms with each other. We should know the most. We exploited...”
“Or somebody new could be exploiting it just as we had. Perhaps the Alliance, the Confederation, hell, maybe the Coalition,” offered Lieutenant-Commander Dev, fiddling with his datapad stylus.
“Well, it's not all we know,” sighed Gomex, “if I may play to you this broadcast picked up by a PLEXUS vessel traveling nearby...”