Concord Dawn's Open Orbit

The forward console began to flash with a red warning light and beep its accompanying alarm. "What's going on?" Asked Ga'ab as he jerked up in his seat and raced for the controls. Rygal was glancing at the display and offered a quick reply. "We've got multiple large ships coming in from hyperspace at our 7 o'clock high." The ship's scanners had detected massive shifts in real-space, indicating the imminent arrival of a ship out of hyperspace.
"Here they come." Said Ga'ab through clenched teeth, he still wasn't sure if they should be running. Moments later a fleet of mandalorian warships dropped out of hyperspace, supplementing those already in orbit. Ga'ab gave a low whistle. "That's a lot of ships."
"The Vong would think twice before attacking one of those." Said Rygal darkly as he looked over the scanner reports of the warship's weaponry.
Before Ga'ab could respond the comm-system crackled with static. The transmission stabilized and an authoritative voice gave them permission to land and instructions to Jai'galaar spaceport.

Ga'ab and Rygal angled the shuttle towards the planet and engaged the ship's sublight thrusters.

One of the orbiting vessels of the Akaankal Command received the transmission from the visiting Coalition vessel. A Teroch-class Heavy Frigate, designated 'Ultimate Sun', was the one who received the communication. It was odd for a Coalition diplomat to reach out to them, but their Aliit'alor, Legate Galaar Fett, accepted the intention of the visit and ensured the planetary security and his fleet were made aware. Thus, the Captain of the Ultimate Sun replied.

=Teroch Captain=
Vessel, Hadrian, this is the Captain of the Ultimate Sun. Your visit is expected. Clearance has been granted and coordinates sent. An escort will be awaiting you at Jai'galaar's spaceport. You will be meeting the Aliit'alor at the Mess Hall. Ultimate Sun, out.

The transmission ended and the ship went back to its patrol.

A pair of ships exit hyperspace near Concord Dawn, coming in slowly towards a planetary orbit.

The two vessels could not be more different, a near spherical Hodasal-class freighter, and a hulking, powerful looking battleship. The former, named Wayfarer, was there to transport the Alor-Class battleship's skeleton crew back to Mandalore. The battleship, named Vhett, was a gift for the aliit of the same name, provided by Clan Australis, MandalArms and MandalMotors. In time, each Clan would be offered one of the Alor-class ships for their own, but this was the first.

::Battleship Fett to Concord Dawn. We bring greetings from Manda'yaim.:: Said the Rodian, Gordo Australis who was on the bridge of the Alor-Class. He'd hand over to the locals when they took possession of their new ship, just functioning as the custodian and responsible for delivering the new capital ship to her new owners.

The ship commed back to Concord Dawn.

Confirmed, standing by to recieve the Alor.

Once the shuttle was making its approach, Captain Gordo Australis, the rodian in caretaker command of the Battleship Vhett, left the command bridge and headed for the main hangar to greet the Fett Alor Galaar Vhett

The hangar itself was fairly deserted, like most of the ship, set up for a decent size crew, Gordo was operating with a skeleton crew, just enough to get the vessel to her destination. The Rodian came in via the main access corridor, and immediately spotted the Fett chieftain with his honour guard.

There was no parade, fanfare, or even salutes, this being an informal occasion. Gordo made his way across to the Alor slowly, keeping his hands in plain sight, and halting a pace away, his eyes on Galaar.

It's my duty to turn over command and control of the ship at this time, sir. Said the Rodian, holding out a code cylinder which provided override access to the entire ship's command systems. The new owners could purge the system, or set it up to their own liking, as they would also need to fit out the ship with their own crew and officers.

She's a fine ship, and she'll need a crew, though we've topped off her fuel tanks and filled the ammunition for you. He smiled, holding out the access code cylinder.

Gordo nodded. He was just fine with showing off the marvel that was the Alor-Class Battleship. He'd spent weeks aboard this ship since she had launched from the yards above Manda'yaim, and seen her through space trials, engine trials, weapons trials, and finally her run out to Concord Dawn. He waved the Fett Alor along with him, and talked as he walked.

Right this way. The hangars like most of the ship aren't much to look at, but they get the job done. There are two main hangars located port and starboard. The bridge is central and forward.

The bridge was located inside the massive ship, surrounded by armoured blast doors which opened and closed to allow the party through. Gordo led the way into the spherical chamber, which consisted of command consoles, viewscreens and monitors, as well as a planning table, holodisplays and a mezzanine walkway overlooking the bridge and strategium.

From here, you have access to the entire ship. We're in about the best protected section of the ship here, so an enemy will have a hard time taking out the bridge.

Gordo pointed to systems displays which showed a breakdown of the vessel's compartments. He pointed to each in turn.

The entire ship is armoured and constructed in sections. Each section has its own power, gravity, life support, and backup batteries. Each section can be sealed off, and even function for up to 24 hours, even if it's separated from the rest of the ship. Both hangars can fully retract into the main hull for maximum protection.

Main power is provided by a high-output Isotope 5 reactor, which has considerable backup distribution systems. These redundant conduits ensure the shields and engines will be able to function, even if the ship takes heavy damage. All ship sections are heavily shielded in addition to the formidable hull armour plating.

There are large cargo storage areas primarily used for ammunition, which are linked via automated distribution corridors to the missile and flak batteries. These corridors ensure a constant flow of resupply to the ship's weapons. The missile batteries can be loaded with a wide variety of munitions.

At the base of the ship are the drop pod launch tubes which can quickly deploy a large ground force, which can be provided with fire support by the ship's own guns and the fighters and strike craft from the port and starboard hangars.

He paused to let the information sink in and for Galaar Vhett to take his time looking over the ship's status displays. There was a lot to take in, the Alor-Class was a mighty ship. She was built to be tough and to deliver colossal firepower onto target. There might be many questions, and Gordo would do his best to answer them.

Gordo nodded solemnly at Galaar's promise. He didn't expect the Fetts to let their new ship down, and the Alor-Class would never let them down. She was a tough ship, with extensive firepower at her command. Really more of a mobile battlestation than a star destroyer, she could lead a battle line or tear apart a blockade with equal ease.

Function over form, Alor.

Said Gordo, standing beside the holotable. From here a small command crew could oversee the ship's operations, though the command center could suit many more at need. The ship was built with multiple backups of everything, to make her harder to disable and destroy.

She's not fast or agile, but she'll punch above her weight class, and she can absorb a colossal amount of punishment without ever letting you down.

He had already accepted a position aboard the sister ship Australis, now already in service with his Clan's space forces. Perhaps one day he'd rise to a true command, having shown his worth as both caretaker and diplomatic envoy. Gordo mused on this while he watched the Fetts look over their new ship.

A small flotilla emerged from hyperspace over the skies of Concord Dawn. At the center of the formation was the Victores, a Venator-class Star Destroyer refitted to be the very peak of what its ancient design could do. Surrounding the vessel was a Crusader-class corvette - the Dush Dala - and two M22-Krayt gunships. The Star Destroyer's top parted, sliding down two gigantic plates of durasteel and doonium, revealing the massive hangar bay along the ship's spine. From within, a patrol of twenty-four V-Wings flew out, skimming bravely over the plate ridges and around bulbous point defense guns, before settling into a passive patrol route, extending around ten thousand meters from the capital ship.

Dice, the bridge crew and the captain's new advisor, Ver'alor Fionnuala Priest, gazed solemnly out from the bridge's window upon the lightly shaded world. Splotches of dark jungle green, large flowing ocean rivers, and vast fields of brush and dry growth blanketed the world, and the clone captain couldn't help but remember another world, just like this one, he and his men had fought on. Estere, some backwater outer rim world that produced a modest amount of food and a hardy population. He never got to see its towns in their lively peaks, like how the locals described them. What he did see was burnt out stores, homesteads made perilous breaching operations and roads crushed under the weight of a thousand droid footsteps.

These things hadn't ever bothered Dice before, when the war was still burning the galaxy, when the Republic still needed the best from its troops as they fought to preserve the democratic order which had kept the galaxy safe for a thousand generations. The fake peace had forced his guard down, erecting new emotional barriers as others crumbled. But he did have a war to win. People to save. A nation needing the best of his men. "Alright, Fionnuala. The comm-suite is yours. Call who you want - we should have enough room for a few hundred more, more if it comes to it. For prudence's sake, I'll have Fifth Company and the Jump Troopers prepped and ready in case we're the ones doing some saving."

Harini Bralor