Bilbringi's Open Space

"Sir, hail from approaching Sentinel class shuttle FOB-1313, requesting permission to board." An ensign reported to Captain Gagarin. "They are transmitting under authority of a Fleet Admiral."
The Captain glanced over to Admiral Sykes. "Who?"
The ensign responded. "There's no name attached. Just a Code name: "Magnetar." They are also transmitting encrypted orders from the High Command."
Admiral Sykes spoke. "Captain, its time for us to open our seal orders." The admiral turned to the ensign. "Permission to board granted. Secure the ship from general quarters and end all drills. Have a detail ready to receive a Fleet Admiral in the primary hanger bay."
"Aye sir!" The ensign quickly transmitted the permission and passed along the orders.

"What's going on, Admiral?" Captain Gagarin asked.
"Follow me, Captain."

The captain followed Admiral Sykes to a secure conference room, just off the main bridge. Using his code cylinder, and the Captain's code cylinder, the Admiral opened a safe in the room. The safe contained several datapads. The Admiral selected the appropriate data pad and closed the safe. The datapad allowed the admiral to decode the High Command's Orders. He quickly read the datapad, before handing it to Captain Gagarin.
"We're being transferred. Not just us, the whole fleet." the Captain looked up from the datapad.
"That is correct. It seems the time for drills is over." The admiral put on his officer's cap. "Time to see what the future holds for us and the Doomsday Fleet."

Captain Gagarin put on his officer's cap with a nod and followed the admiral to the hanger.

In the conference room on the Bridge of the Belphagor, the conversation was resumed.

"The Doomsday fleet was drawn-up as an ultra elite ground assault force. If you notice, most ships are designed for information collection, ground insertion, and orbital support. You have yet to receive your ground force compliments because those are still being assembled. I am coordinating overall strategy and deployment, but as I said before, you and your fellow commodores will be working closely with ground forces. The current orders are to ready the fleet and Deploy the Belphagor to Muunilist."  
"When will we get ground troops?" Captain Gagarin asked.
"I don't know." Admiral Malice added. "I still need to coordinate with the High Command and Imperial Army on the transfer of Project DarkWing. That's where our ground forces will be coming from. They are an ultra elite commando project."
Admiral Sykes and Captain Gagarin looked surprised.

While Malice was talking, Captain Hyze was issuing orders for staff on Bilbringi to pack up Malice's kit and belongings from Malice's former Bilbringi office and have it transferred to the Belphagor.

"We all work for Imperial Intelligence now, and I don't need to say anything about the operational security requirements for special operations. How soon can we head for Muunilist?"

Captain Gagarin spoke. "We're just waiting for our fighter compliments. We were scheduled to receive them tomorrow. 24 TIE Defenders, and 12 TIE Demolishers. The INVINCIBLE carries most of the task force's fighter power."
Admiral Malice thought for a moment. "Put a Rush Order on the Belphagor's fighter complement, Press-gang fighter crews from Bilbringi if you have to. This ship leaves for Muunilist in an hour."
"Understood." Captain Gagarin nodded.
"I will take the Sentinal Shuttle back to Bilbringi to ready the rest of the fleet. Is there anything else?" Admiral Sykes inquired.
Malice looked to his adjutant to see if he missed anything. Captain Hyze added, "Sir, I've contacted Bilbringi, they will have your kit brought on board shortly. Also, our department's staff communally uses codename 'MAGNETAR' to designate Admiral Malice and his staff. Standing Order One, the fleet and commanders are not to use Admiral Malice's name in transmissions, records, or communications, only 'Magnetar'."
"Make it so. Dismissed." Malice Saluted.

After an exchange of salutes, the meeting adjourned.

Within an hour, 24 TIE Defenders, and 12 TIE Demolishers were procured from Bilbringi, Admiral Sykes took the Sentinal Shuttle back to Bilbringi VII, Malice's kit was transferred to the Belphagor, and the ship got underway to the Hyperspace lanes.

A bright flash on the starry backdrop of space signalled the arrival of a ship in the system, emerging from the winding corridors of darkspace as it rapidly decelerated from lightspeed travel. The oblong shaped bio-organic scout ship, Brittle Bones, stalked the asteroid choked system like a hungry void predator that had scented prey. Its vast sensor array scanned for mineral rich sources of fuel, while its dovin basals allowed it to glide through the dangerous debris field with little risk. Manipulating gravity, larger rocks were guided from its path while smaller objects were grappled by its arrest tentacles and pulled into its hungry orifices. The hull of the vessel, which was comprised of living yorik-coral, had been scoured black with a red trim to keep it in uniform with the First Order it now served. On the bridge, the well seasoned Kronn Yin saw all that the ship saw, the tall-yor over his head as he was seated in his cognition throne symbiotically joined his senses with the ships. The only disconnect was the occasional painful jolt as the hooked protrusions of the mask pulled on the skin of his neck, tearing his flesh wherever they had penetrated his corpse pallor complexion. It was like he had become a hungry predator of the void, rather than the notable Yuuzhan Vong commander that he was. He opened his mouth, or rather, the Brittle Bones opened its forward facing hangar. Six smaller rocky shapes slid from the opening and swerved out in front of the larger, but still relatively small, scout ship.

These yorik-et, or coral skippers as the infidels tended to refer to them as, zipped about like flies. They helped clear some of the debris from the scout ship's path, but mostly they worked in conjunction with the larger ship's arrest tentacles, using their dovin basals to push appropriate sized meteorites into its feeding appendages. Through use of the oggzil biot attachment to the scout ship's villip choir, Kronn was able to transmit their intention to refuel and scout asteroids to the shipyard and local First Order contingent in the system. He didn't engage in any dialogue beyond that, he was too focused on the hunt. Eyes not his own lingered on a sizable nearing rock, while he maneuvered the yaret-kor turrets into position. Glowing streams of molten rock emerged in long lances from the ship's lava cannons as it began to shred an asteroid that had its attention, whittling it down to reveal the desired minerals contained within.