Modified Immobilizer 418 Cruiser Orthanc
“Officers on the bridge!” an Ensign declared, quickly offering a sharp salute as Kooki and Andrelious arrived from the turbolift.
“Welcome to my bridge,” Captain Ammar Kordoo declared, offering his hand to the two Sith. “Now, are you going to tell me exactly what we’re doing here?”
“Just do as I say and we’ll get on just fine, Captain!” Kooki hissed.
“We’re here to deal with some holdouts from the Grand Master’s purge, Captain. As you’re no doubt aware of by now, Darth Pravus deemed members of certain species to be ‘undesirable’. We’ve had word that there are survivors in what’s left of the old Shadow Academy. The reason you’re here is to make sure nothing can escape. Keep the gravity well generators online. And I want Howler squadron on patrol. If anyone gets past, I will hold you and your crew responsible. Am I clear?” Andrelious barked.
The Barabel officer opened his mouth to answer, but was distracted as the bridge was plunged into darkness.
“Good job I’m on your side! This computer was child’s play!” Saskia chuckled from through her father’s comlink.
“Very funny. Restore power at once!” Kordoo snapped. The lights came back on almost instantly.
“I hope that in a combat situation, you’ll prove a little more capable, Captain,” Andrelious warned.
“Get the gravity wells online! Now!” the Barabel ordered.
“Wells online, sir! Something’s coming in!” a female Ensign announced, frowning at her monitor. The reading was not for a small ship, nor was the signal originating from Lyspair. The Orthanc was soon flanked by the new arrival. The Warlord immediately identified it as an Imperial-II class Star Destroyer.
“Get an ID on that ImpStar Deuce! Weapons and shields to maximum power!” Kordoo commanded, knowing that they stood very little chance if the Star Destroyer was hostile.
“Inbound Star Destroyer, this is Warlord A.J. Mimosa-Inahj of Clan Taldryan. Please identify yourself and state your intent,” Andrelious said, his eyes drawn to the turbolift doors as Dek Rott stepped onto the bridge, flanked by a pair of armed escorts.
A hologram appeared between Andrelious and Kooki, depicting a tall, heavily built Human male dressed in a combination of Imperial officer’s uniform, and stormtrooper armour. “Greetings, Taldryanite. I am Delak Krennel, representative of the Imperial Clan. I am here to provide assistance with your mission. Is our man with you?” he replied.
“Hang on. We’re working with frakking Imperials? You said nothing about this!” Kooki interrupted crossly.
“If I’d told you that, you’d not have come. This is dangerous work, darling. Your skills may prove vital to the mission at hand,” Andrelious answered nervously.
Delak cleared his throat loudly.
“Apologies for that, Mr. Krennel. My wife’s not very keen on Imperials…Alderaanian,” the Warlord explained, stepping away from Kooki as she glared angrily at him.
“If you’ve quite finished, I’d like to cordially invite you and your wife onto the Indomitable. And bring Dek. My orders say to make sure he’s unhurt before we proceed,” Krennel responded, nodding as his hologram disappeared.
“Typical frakking Imperial. Didn’t even give you a chance to answer,” Kooki spat.
Andrelious smirked. He was well used to the Warrior’s barbs about all things Imperial. “He has the bigger guns. We didn’t need to answer,” he answered. “I’ll see if Saskia wants to join us.”
A Verpine peered at the scan monitor with a worried frown. Things had been deathly quiet in the entire Antei system since Pravus’ takeover, but two red triangles now edged their way along the monitor, seemingly headed straight for them.
“Two targets inbound! It looks like Geolan was right! Pravus is sending a team!” the Verpine warned.
The large cloaked figure in the corner sighed. “Show me. I’ll be amazed if anything that holier-than-thou nerf herder is right about anything. Stupid Jedi should have saved himself when he had the chance. Instead, he insisted on sticking with his damn fool idealistic crusade. Typical light sider,” he stated, his accented basic turning into an almost unbearable hiss as his anger built. He, like the rest of his species, had been earmarked as ‘undesirable’ by Pravus’ agents, in spite of his years of service as an Instructor at the Shadow Academy. Loyalty apparently meant nothing to Darth Ashen’s successor.
“There. The scans report an Interdictor and an ImpStar Deuce. Not enough to level the Academy, but certainly enough men onboard. It’s time we retreated, Master,” the Verpine declared.
“I want everyone armed and ready! They’ll chase us to their deaths, or go insane trying!” the figure ordered, activating his lightsaber briefly as if to check it was still working.
Primary Hangar Bay
Modified Immobilizer 418 Cruiser Orthanc
“Sir! We have contact from another ship! A man calling himself Cleric Corvinus claims he’s here to help,” a Lieutenant said, running over to Andrelious as the Sith moved towards the Orthanc’s Lambda-class Shuttle.
“Direct him to land on Scholae’s ship. I’ll meet him there,” Andrelious ordered.