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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Jun 12, 2013 13:32:57 GMT -8
 The shipyards of Mon Calamari came into being several thousand years before the Battle of Yavin, when the people of Dac, particularly the Mon Calamari, began to dream about what lay beyond their own world. Together they constructed several orbital facilities, which were used to study techniques ranging from zero-gravity manufacturing to starship propulsion. This began the first construction of starliners which explored first the Calamari system and later surrounding worlds, including Ruisto and Mantan, which were eventually colonized. The Quarren also established asteroid mining colonies to supply Mon Calamari with additional resources.
In time, the world became encircled with shipyards and construction facilities, as well as some secret facilities hidden underwater on the planet's surface. These would prove useful millennia later when the Galactic Empire invaded the planet.
When the Mon Calamari joined the Alliance to Restore the Republic, the shipyards became the main source of new warship construction for the Alliance, as well as the New Republic and later the Galactic Alliance.
The Mon Calamari shipyards are known for their advanced and powerful capital warships, ranging from standard cruisers to massive battleships and Star Defenders. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 18:20:38 GMT -8
The transport landed in one of the hangar bays, before the ramp lowered and the blue skinned Chiss known as Ambassador Fehlaaur exited the ship. A sales consultant greeted Fehlaaur, before leading him through to a show room which displayed various scale models of the ships that were produced at Mon Calamari. Fehlaaur pointed to the Mediator-class Battlecruiser and the Imperious-class Star Destroyer models.
The pair spent a good hour or so debating over the price and working out a good deal that seemed fair. Fehlaaur bid the sales consultant good day, leaving a down payment, before heading back to his transport, which took off again and headed back into orbit. Meanwhile the sales consultant entered the order into the system, before workers begun to start attending to work on the two ships
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 3:18:36 GMT -8
Work continued on the Mediator-class Battlecruiser and the Imperious-class Star Destroyer. Slowly, different sections of the frame came together, as the workshops pumped out the required parts for each design. As sections of the frame were completed, another team was already working on putting down flooring and putting up walls as well as starting to install various electronics
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 19:09:31 GMT -8
Works on the Mediator-class Battlecruiser and the Imperious-class Star Destroyer were almost half way completed, with various interior sections of the ship nearly completed, and works starting on the hull of different sections. Things were progressing pretty nicely and without much of a hitch
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2014 20:01:58 GMT -8
It had taken them some time to finish the Mediator-class Battlecruiser and the Imperious-class Star Destroyer, but at long last they were both completed, just in time for the arrival of the transports that were bringing the crews of the ships. The last of the paperwork was signed as the Chiss crew members loaded up and did all their system checks, before the ships started moving out of the shipyards
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Jul 26, 2014 18:56:13 GMT -8
Funding from the Galactic Republic to begin an outer rim fleet, A Mon Cala executive works with the Republic military representative as to the details of the new fleet and payment schedule.
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Jul 26, 2014 19:41:46 GMT -8
After an hour of discussion, the pair finally decide on how the Republic could be best served. And they put in the order to the administrator:
(1) Recusant-class light star destroyer
(1) Shashore-class star frigate
(2) MC 90 Star Cruisers
(1) MC 80 Liberty-class frigates
(2) MC 40a light cruisers
a purchase of 16 Corellian Tracers from the CEC in the Core.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jan 22, 2016 19:00:20 GMT -8
"Are you okay, Mina?" *Aerandir asked the image on the Quiet Perseverance's display, as the ship rose away from the planet's surface and headed towards the Mon Calamari Shipyards.
The blond-haired, green-eyed child on the display stared back at him a moment before her eyes shifted uncertainly, then she nodded. It didn't take a seer to divine the insincerity. Aerandir frowned, feeling slightly guilty; she'd barely had time to adjust to a new life at the base when suddenly the only person she'd grown to somewhat trust had left her behind in the care of relative-unknowns. She was probably very anxious and uncomfortable; the only solace Aerandir knew was that she was still in a far better place than when he'd met her.
He pursed his lips, then gave a smile and replied,* "Just hang in there. I'll be back before you know it, and you'll be well on your way to being a Jedi."
"Why did you have to leave?!" *she whined, no longer bothering to hide her distress.
Aerandir grimaced, nearly stung by her feelings, but nevertheless attempted to reassure her.* "The bad people who took you? There are more like them, and what I'm doing is making sure they can't do that again. I know it's hard being in a new place without anyone you know, but you're in good hands. Cassie and Belle-Belle will look after you, and Morgan and Jake will be your friends. It'll be fine, I promise."
*He gave another reassuring, sincere smile, and she studied his face intently. She wasn't buying it, he could tell. If only he hadn't had to leave her so soon before she could acclimate herself properly, but fate had other plans. Sighing, he added,* "Trust me, please. I haven't let you down yet, have I?"
*Her reaction seemed almost stunned, almost as though she didn't want to be reassured, but had no choice. Whether that was out of anxiety or a touch of selfishness, Aerandir couldn't be sure. At last, she shook her head, and Aerandir smiled.* "That's the way. Chin up. We'll get through this. You're in a good place, you have a bed, food, clean clothes, people who want to take care of you. There's nothing to worry about. Got it?" *She nodded again.* "Good. I'll be seeing you soon."
"Bye," *she nearly whimpered, giving a meek wave in return to Aerandir's.
After cutting the connection, he slumped back in his chair and sighed.*
"You're gonna adopt her, aren't you?" *came the knowing question from Michelle, sounding curious.
Aerandir tilted his head back, staring at the cockpit ceiling, as he contemplated it. Would he? Mina needed a home and a new life, and she wouldn't be the first war orphan he'd taken in. She seemed attached to him, but was it because he rescued her, or did she truly look up to him? Would she want him to adopt her? Would she allow it? He would be more than happy to take her in and care for her; he already was, but as more of a foster role than anything else.*
"I guess it depends," *he answered at length, lifting his head to stare the looming shipyards.* "She has to want it."
*Michelle nodded, letting the conversation be silent and he focused on transmitting clearance with the shipyards. "She has to want it..." The words echoed in his head as his mind turned back to his adopting Morgan, all those years ago. She'd been in foster care, essentially, with him for some time, until he'd decided he wanted to adopt her. He also let it be her choice, and it was a resounding, certain "yes." It was a wonderful turning point in both their lives; would it be the same with Mina, should that come to pass? He could only hope.
The yacht entered the shipyards, directed to a docking bay by command. Once the ship was settled, the Jedi pair, their minds back on the present mission, descended the ship's ramp, preparing to meet with the shipmasters...*
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Post by Alpharius on Jan 22, 2016 19:41:11 GMT -8
There had been stories; some folk tales passed through the mouths of spacers and smuggler's alike, that the view from the Shipyards ringing Mon Calamari was the best in the entire sector. As he had stared out the viewport at the swirling system below, Alpharius had felt there was some truth to those accounts - though he had seen better and far worse in his life. Shrugging and turning back to the loose gathering of men and women standing behind him, the Infiltrator let a small smile crease his lips.
Some of these people he had served with for years, knowing them just as much as they had known him. Others were much newer faces that had joined the crew on their path towards the Outer Rim, and sadly the Infiltrator hadn't had the time to check in with them. That would change over the course of the coming days after their repairs had finally completed. Though, he said that nearly a week ago when they had started, and the Mon Calamari were almost finished with the restoration of the Adamant Resolve. Eh, they'd come to him eventually if they were interested, but he didn't go charging after them for introductions. They were their own people, and nothing could change that. The only thing that mattered, and the only thing that they currently had in common, was their desire to do something about the rise of Imperial activity near the edge of the Galaxy. With the Republic gone, not like it would've done anything anyways, someone had to stand up for the little guy.
That's where Alpharius and several Captain's had come in. They would stand where others would not, and sock old Johnny Imperial in the jaw. Though, admittedly the Infiltrator would've preferred to use some slicewire as it meant that poor old 'greybelly' wasn't going to stand up again after the string tugged around his neck. Pushing the grim thought aside in favour of something altogether more enticing, He tore his gaze away from the throng of people and stared back out at the ever-expanding current of stars. Several peaceful moments had passed until he had spotted something of note slotting itself into one of the docking bays near to where they all had convened. It was a Horizon-class Star yacht, one made famous by the Skywalker clan some odd years ago. The mask that he wore had identified it as the Quiet Perseverance, which was in turn linked to a Jedi that had hailed from Felucia. While he didn't recognize the name as it scrolled across his, he felt a sensation of familiarity wash through his senses.
He wasn't able to explore that connection further as a heavy hand slapped down on his shoulder, drawing him forth from his subconscious. Taking a sharp breath, Alpharius turned to face the man and greeted his smile with one of his own. Sair Locke was a heavy-set Human that had hailed from the Colonies region of known space. He was an unremarkable Officer in the Republic Navy and had been the Captain of the Adamant Resolve for nearly two decades. Like those that had gathered around the Infiltrator and the Commander, he was adorned in casual slacks and a blast vest that struggled to cover his distended belly. A massive bushel of spun coal painted his chin with a thick beard, yet deprived his thinning crown of such volume.
"Come on Alpha, we've got a Jedi to meet."
Nodding in acknowledgement, the infiltrator - admittedly clad in the vestments of his trade - glided across the deck as they moved to greet the newly arrived Warrior Monk.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jan 22, 2016 20:03:14 GMT -8
*The brother and sister duo continued along the walkway, occasionally stealing glances at the marble that was Mon Calamari looming below them. It never ceased to be an awe-inspiring sight, despite how commonplace it was for travelers like them. Still, every planet had its own unique appearance, its own mark in the stars; no two views were the same. It was what made space travel so interesting, so wonderful; in some ways, so unnerving.
They continued onward toward their destination and their planned meeting, only to be met by someone else entirely; humans, or at least one human. The other... was familiar to Aerandir. Now that he had a good look at him, the features seemed like Epicanthix; a species Aerandir had grown more familiar with due to Tom's apprentice being of said race. Yet this particular Epicanthix... Aerandir knew of one. One who had initially not left a very good impression on Aerandir, but nonetheless one who had several years of experience and esteemed service amongst the Jedi Order.
There was just one problem: He was supposed to be dead.
With furrowed brows, words slipped from Aerandir's mouth before he could stop them.* "Arcanus Sunstrider?" *And what if it wasn't? What if he'd made a mistake, or this man simply looked similar? Possibly a relation that wouldn't want to hear the name of his deceased relative? It was a simple mistake, he assured himself; any misconception could be easily cleared up if he were wrong, and they could all be on their ways as quickly as they'd stopped.*
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Post by Alpharius on Jan 22, 2016 20:23:37 GMT -8
Well, it seemed that notion of familiarity had born fruit - though the Infiltrator wasn't sure what to make of it. Wonderful, someone he hadn't met that had known him from another life. It would've been easy to deny the name he was born with, to say that he was Alpharius now - that the true Arcanus was dead. It was a long story, and he wasn't confident in having the correct answer to deflect the inquiry without causing a ruckus, especially when he was in a secreted conclave of Shipmasters and Fighter Pilots. There would be no point in denying this Jedi the truth as it always had a funny way of coming out when you least expected it. So, he tilted his head and pulled off the mask that had shrouded his eyes, revealing the full breadth of his face to the Warrior Monk standing opposite of him.
"Arcanus is dead. Though he and I are one in the same, it's a long story." He chuckled, disguising his inability to describe the situation with a dismissive deed, "You can call me by that name if you wish, but I go by Alpharius now."
Sair coughed as Arcanus had finished, unable to discern if these two were the cause of the growing unease filtering into his mind - or if it was something he ate coming back with a vengeance. Either way, he believed that it was finally his time to speak. The other Captains would follow suit no doubt, but the balding Officer wanted to get the first word in; something regarding his pride that he felt never existed during the Republic's stagnant rule.
"Yes, well. I'm Sair Locke, Captain of the Adamant Resolve. It seems you've beaten us to the punch in regards to getting the Mon Calamari to join this fledgling Alliance; you wouldn't mind if we joined in would you? Fighting Imperials is better when you're doing it with like-minded folk, after all."
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jan 22, 2016 20:48:16 GMT -8
*The man's goggle-like mask was removed, and it left no doubt in Aerandir's mind: This man was the spitting image of Sunstrider. But the news of Arkania... There was no trace. Then again, "no trace" was no confirmation... And it wouldn't have been the first time someone Aerandir knew was "back from the dead," so to speak.
The figure seemed to initially confirm Arcanus's death... only to confirm he and Arcanus were the same. A "long story." Aerandir raised an eyebrow, whereas Michelle simply stood there confused. Not just by the Epicanthix's words, but by the person in question. "Arcanus Sunstrider" was not a familiar name to her, and she gave her brother a curious look. Aerandir sensed it and looked down at her, his expression indicating he'd explain later... or possibly sooner. He himself was, understandably, very curious about "Alpharius" and the "long story."
That was, until the other man, Captain Sair Locke, reminded him of his mission, the Alliance Aerandir was drumming up. Word traveled fast, it seemed, but then he had been expected in the shipyards. Apparently, the two of them had been of a similar mindset: Forming some kind of resistance to oppose the quiet resurgence of the Imperial. Well, that was music to his ears, and he ditched his confused look for a smile before replying,* "Seems the Force is with us, then. It was surprisingly easier than I thought it would be to get the Mon Cal government to agree with it, but here I am, hoping to secure fleet numbers for the upcoming fire.
"I would be happy for you to join in. The more hands we can get, the better." *Aerandir flicked his eyes toward "Alpharius" again, silently emphasizing the point. A man of his stature—quieted or not—would be of extreme use to preserving the galaxy. So many things seemed to be falling perfectly into place early.
Now he began to worry when the first bump in the road would hit.*
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Post by Alpharius on Jan 22, 2016 21:40:07 GMT -8
Swift and tidy, just the way Alpharius liked it. Though his expedient elucidation had left the Jedi pairing in a state of confusion, he had secretly shared that that notion. Not much of what he could remember was clear. The universe was bright one moment, and then he had found himself in some astral plane where everything and anything had existed from moment to moment, before ending up here. Like anyone would believe his little tale, and the more he had reflected on it in his private musings - the more of his sanity he had lost. Such was the case when reality had been torn asunder, and the very foundations of everything they had known were cast aside like some child's forgotten plaything. Though they were two men, the perchance for slipping into a verbose state of mind had remained a constant among the Sunstrider Bloodline.
Mirroring Sair's gesture from moments before, Alpharius slapped the Captain's shoulder as the man had finished is entreaty. This was the birthing point of something greater than just punching Johnny Imperial in the Jaw. They were now a Ragtag Band of Rebels fighting for a cause, one that had expanded past the boundaries of personal ideologies and had thrust into a realm where a brighter tomorrow was an achievable goal.
"Well then," Alpharius had said, letting his sapphire gaze trail from the Sister to the Brother. "We haven't the time to waste. I doubt the Imperials are lollygagging in their consolidation of power, and some of the crew need arms and armour." He flashed an all-knowing smile. "And I think I know of a place that has what we want. Let's hope the Imperials are looking the other way as we slip in and catch them by surprise."
The Infiltrator had nodded to the pair of Jedi and smacked wrists with several of the surrounding Captains, an old sign of brotherhood amongst combat veterans, before turning back to the Warrior Monks as each of the newly christened Alliance Naval Officers had departed from their company.
"While I'd hate to ask this after getting together so soon, would you mind if the Adamant Resolve followed you back home to Felucia and used it as a staging ground for the coming 'liberation' of Imperial goods? I can't promise that they won't retaliate after the fact, but what I can guarantee is that they won't be able to trace our vessel's point of origin." He paused to gauge their reactions but decided to clarify just in case their looks of confusion had returned. "It's an old Smuggler trick I picked up back in the day."
With that said, and the inevitable departure following suit after that, Alpharius had reattached his mask and made the preparations to embark on the old Quasar Fire-class Bulk Carrier and leave the system - should nothing more be said to keep him enthralled in the conversation.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jan 22, 2016 22:38:07 GMT -8
*Aerandir nodded to agree that the sooner they moved, the better; he was right, the Imperials were likely wasting no time, so why should they? There were more worlds to unite, more preparations to make. And Alpharius sounded like he already had a plan in place... Well, this was absolutely perfect.
He then asked if he could follow back to Felucia and use it as a staging ground for the upcoming "liberation." He couldn't guarantee there would be no retaliation, but assured Aerandir that his vessel's point-of-origin couldn't be traced. Definitely a useful trick, one they would certainly make use of, but as for the retaliation... He nodded, responding,* "I expect it at some point. Welcome it even. ... just as soon as we're ready, ya know. And with Mon Cal on our side, we're well on our way, I'd say."
*With the agreement made, and Aerandir seeing to his initial mission of securing production of a new navy for the upcoming Alliance, he and Michelle returned to their star yacht and made their departure from Mon Calamari, returning home to Felucia for the time being.
Looked like he would be seeing Mina sooner than he thought.*
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Post by Alpharius on Feb 12, 2016 17:11:11 GMT -8
Half a Month after the Foundation of the Alliance.
With their founding shrouded in secret, the first of many Alliance allied worlds began building warships in preparation for what was to come. As more and more reports had flooded out of the Imperial Sector, detailing various combat actions and an ever expanding sphere of Imperial Influence, Local governments had believed that funding this fledgling Rebellion was their only path to ensure their people's safety.
Ever since the Republic fell under the weight of its hubris, the various systems that comprised the founding members of the second Rebellion, had found themselves far richer than they had first believed. No longer funding the greed of various senators and an incompetent military arm, each system that had been folded into the Republic, was now free to make their decisions and operate as they saw fit. No more demilitarized buffer zones to make planet's feel scared and helpless and no more restrictions heaped upon their shoulders. No, they were finally free, and if the Jedi Aerandir were right, the rise of this new imperial threat would deny them the freedom's they so richly deserved. That couldn't happen. Not so soon after earning them back from the festering cesspit that labeled itself the epitome of democracy.
Thus, as the movement began, so to did the DriveYards above Dac find themselves swept up in this rising tide.
Standing on the bridge of the newly appropriated MC90 Star Cruiser, Captain Parek Noth found himself before the hololithic tactical display table, running through various combat simulations with known Imperial vessels. Everything from combating a squadron of seemingly ancient Imperial-I class Star Destroyers to the more advanced Pellaeon Class.
Each run had varying degrees of success for the Alliance, and it left the Mon Calamari Captain with a sour taste in his mouth. They'd need more ships before openly engaging the Imperials in battle. That meant they would need to go throughout the galaxy and reconnect with the various and far-flung elements of the former Republic Navy. That had first meant finding them, as the Republic wasn't so keen on keeping their records updated nor tasking their intelligence division to maintain an eye on the roaming border patrol squadrons. It was a mess and one that he sadly had to work through to make any headway in forging something worthy of socking Ol' Johnny Imperial in the jaw.
Damn that Alpharius for making something up that was catchy.
As the Captain ran yet another simulation, altering the playing field to change up their tactics to keep each engagement fresh, the rest of the Deck Officers had found themselves casually glancing out towards the DriveYards, watching the agonizingly slow progress of construction. Soon, they would have a plethora of vessels ready to plunge into the heart of the Imperial Sector and take the fight to the enemy - should they surge past the political lines of the Imperial Sector and encroach upon the rest of the galaxy with the acidic fires of conquest burning in their eyes. |
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Post by Makhai Winters on Feb 26, 2016 22:01:57 GMT -8
*An order is sent in with a corresponding down payment from the Western Outer Rim*
::4 Scythe Battlecruisers::
Extras:
*Cap Drains
*HIMS
Enhanced power unit to compensate for extra power draw
*Passenger and Hanger Capacity reduced to 1/2 to compensate for the extras
*Crews quickly begin gathering needed supplies and working on assembling the cruisers*
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Post by Makhai Winters on Aug 9, 2016 4:30:24 GMT -8
*An order is sent in with a corresponding down payment from the Western Outer Rim* ::4 Scythe Battlecruisers:: Extras: *Cap Drains *HIMS Enhanced power unit to compensate for extra power draw *Passenger and Hanger Capacity reduced to 1/2 to compensate for the extras *Crews quickly begin gathering needed supplies and working on assembling the cruisers* *After the completion of the ships, several transports arrive from the outer rims with droids to collect the vessels. Credits are transfered from an account in the outer rim as well to staisfy payment. The droids begin inspections of the ships and download the needed information to begin all operations. After several hours, the droids board the ships and begin the sequence of taking off. Soone the 4 vessels are in formation and head out of the atmospehre. The droids request clearance for departure and jump to hyperspace.* |
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Post by Chase Hargrave [Retired] on Aug 14, 2018 22:03:34 GMT -8
Docked at the orbital shipyards, was the Alliance Fifth Fleet. Most of the damage sustained during the Adumar Incident had been repaired, with a few minor things still needing to be done. The Bothan Assault Carrier, Genesis was now docked and receiving repairs from its engagement with a Dreadnaught-Class Heavy Cruiser controlled by a group of pirates. The two Majestic-Class Heavy Cruisers were also docked and being repaired from their skirmish with one of the pirates' bulk cruisers in orbit. All in all, the Fifth Fleet was nearly back up to 100% operational capacity. At least ship wise. Solider wise, well now that was a different story. Seated in his quarters on board the Infinitium, an MC140 Scythe-Class Main Battle Cruiser, Vice Admiral Hargrave was busily going over personnel files, trying to fill the gaps in his marine complements and a few other non-essential personnel. It was tiresome work, but it needed to be done. Unfortunately, it seemed like the Galactic Alliance was on its last leg. Something big was brewing, just beyond the horizon. Hargrave could feel it. Not that he wanted to admit it, but he had a feeling that the Galactic Alliance was about to face its greatest challenge yet...
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Post by Jacques Hu on Oct 3, 2018 16:57:26 GMT -8
Several yards away the Alliance eighth fleet was also docked in one of the planets many orbital shipyards. Having sustained major damage above Contruum the last of the repairs on the Nebula Class Star Destroyer were still being completed. None of the personnel on the ship spoke much about the incident above the planet but it was bad. The First Order fleet had moved into orbit around the planet and forced the eighth fleet out. To many experienced pilots had been killed during that engagement and it was all for not. Another planet was in the hands of the First Order and more importantly another shipyard had fallen into their hands. Nearby the two Bothan Assault carriers flew nearby checking their systems an getting used to the new systems installed.
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Post by Linuy Findos on Oct 16, 2018 14:52:00 GMT -8
Senator Findos was already on her way into orbit for a visit on the Mon Calamari Shipyards in order to muster the strength of the recently recruited Majestic-class cruiser Spark of Nen, when news of an unexpected invasion force spread to her over comlink. With the Sheathipede shuttle already being in close range towards the dockyards, Linuy's further orders were swift, although she barely hid her surprise and fear about this sudden incursion. Noone among the senators would have expected a direct attack upon the very heart of the Galactic Alliance, as they always considered the Navy as a stable force to guard the sectors around Mon Calamari diligently enough - and yet it seemed that all minor doubts about the Galactic Alliance's naval forces seemed to solely be the tip of the iceberg, if they already dared to attack.
Surrounded by her trusted Garhai Guard, ready to give their life for the Neimoidian senator, Findos ordered the pilot swiftly to head straight for the Majestic-cruiser's hangar, which they would eventually reach. Findos knew that she hardly had any expierience as a naval commander nor was it probably safe to remain on board of her own chosen flagship - yet she had no other choice. Only few minutes would spare her from the inevatable engagement between the two major fleets and Findos somewhat felt, that the safety of the planet wouldn't be enough either to guard her from this massive force. Thus the shuttle landed safely within the cruiser's hangar, where Linuy quickly left the vessel in order to meet up with the commanding captain.
Silently she only prayed on her way towards the bridge that there was still hope to warn the Neimoidian enclave on the surface somehow - and that yet there was hope to repell the imperial invaders, even if already the enemy fleet seemingly dwarfed their own forces.
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