Post by Bourne on Jul 4, 2009 17:29:59 GMT -5
Faction: Sith Military
Department: Navy
Rank: Admiral
Name: Joules Ince
Race: Human
Age: 35
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130
Appearance: Semi-short black hair, with some locks that go down to her shoulders; and cool, golden-brown eyes. She wears a black coat, usually over another patterned attire. She speaks with a calm, melo voice, almost uninterested. Her movements generally the same way.
Birth place: Curoscant
Skills: Leading; Organizing; Long-range shooting, though she doesn't do that much, now.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 2
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 3
Alignment: -4
Bio:
{{Well, other mods have said different ways of doing bios are encouraged, so I decided to entertain myself, by sort of making the bio from her point of view}}
She was raised on Coruscant, and to be taught the ways of politics, but wasn’t too interested, despite both parents being Senators. During many lectures of political science, and what the Republic stood for, she found herself attracted to the Military Generals that history spoke of. The ones who lead such horrific attacks, devastating millions. She wished to know those horrors, a foolish thing, really. And not every little girl’s dream, she imagined. But she found them most... interesting. It seems she merely called many things interesting, but she found them very interesting, though brutal, violent, and against all the Republic stood for. Her parents always called the Republic a beacon of peace, yet they had a military that could spell death if it wanted to.
She received a firm education, all the same, and learned much of Senators, their roles, and the entire function and history of how the Republic worked, and why it could stand better than others. It was all very slanted, to her.
Her parents were not corrupt, but they didn’t seem to ever question their principles. Of course, neither did she herself, in it came to what she wanted to do. Haring of horror, after all, was much easier than horror itself, despite the way it may seem in youth. She kept to herself, mostly when educated, and only spoke to ask an interesting question. She found interest in the process, but little interest in the people there, always preferring solitude, or at least semi-solitude, like a place where she wouldn’t be bothered.
Despite being told not to, she found myself joining them. The Navy taught her how to use a blaster, and handle attacks, principals that she still could recall today when organizing attack formations. And, she was most interested in their formations, tactics, and odd methods of organizing large vessels, and great numbers of ships all at once.
Perhaps she should have become a Senator, perhaps there was no future here, but.... she just wasn’t the sort who would be a diplomat. It just wasn’t in her. The Navy would chase down spice miners who had stepped into illegal bounds, and other such nonsense. Why should she even bother wasting her time with these gentlemen, if all they were going to do was chase after spice miners of all people? But, being a Senator seemed far away, now, why waste time trying to get back what she never wanted? Meanwhile, they were looking into promotions, and not many got those, not many wanted them, to be honest, most wanted off the ship. But, she got the promotion She was placed above the regular Officer, but only just a notch higher. She just wondered, did it seriously take a whole lifetime to climb in the ranks until she was satisfied? It would seem so. Well, there wasn’t any changing it in her mind, so it seemed she’d better enjoy the climb... if it could last that long, of course, but it did.
Pirates, now, that was something different. Pirates were working with the spice miners, later, apparently the Republic ship had made them angry, it was a silly thing to ever trouble themselves about. She was in the Sick Bay. And she simply stepped out, barely able to stand as she looked out, as the ships crossed... before she could even realize it, damage was done to both ships, and both sides were invading the other.
She was promoted, again, since their weren’t really many left to take the position. She didn’t think they meant it to be permanent, since she was hiding in a half-destroyed Sick Bay during the fighting. It was Lieutenant. She didn’t do much, except re-instruct orders given by the Captain. She was surprised he could get the thing still to move, even if the hyperdrive was destroyed. She was in such a state, she didn’t even try to learn more how he did it.
They had to stop on some far off planet, and negotiate to get replacements. She was the one who had to report the damage, and specify what was needed for the planet to support a vessel of the Republic. It seemed she couldn’t escape the diplomat heritage even in the army. The parts were gotten, and they sailed back for full repair, if they were even going to keep that ship, anymore. She was transferred to another, as a higher ranking Officer, but below Lt. now. They seemed to think she had done something amazing just for relaying orders from a stupid captain.
But all the same, she seemed to get back on track from this, and she was soon back to observing tactics, and now even able to advise her own ideas and quirks to them. They didn’t listen, nor was she sure they should have, she was a little too headstrong, without enough knowledge to support it. But things were more exciting there, and with a smarter captain. Their first mission surrounded a group of trade vessels that went beyond Republic boarders, and they had to catch them before that happened. It was some violation, but the captain managed to take all ships, without a scratch. They were just trade ships, however, it wasn’t much to show off about. But it felt like a victory, to her, after last time. But now it looked like a promotion wouldn’t be likely for a long time. As she was only in a group of officers below the Lieutenant and Captain, who were both below the Admiral, naturally. And they didn’t seem like the sorts who would step down, and those at her rank seemed far more experienced. And she was asking herself, once again, was it worth it? Why not just leave? But she didn’t. Apparently some part of her hadn’t gotten enough, yet.
She joined with another ship, as a fleet, and three of the officers on her rank were transferred. She was not. But she learned more about leading more than one ship, and made sure others knew she learned such things, if it helped her advance. If it ever helped her advance. Things continued, months past. They were pretty much just traveling, and that was all.
Eventually, it seemed there was some trouble on the ship. The captain was in trouble for disobeying orders from the Admiral, using his own judgement instead of his superior’s, amazing what people will get in trouble for. But he was taken out of the fleet, as they called it... and she was made the new 2nd Lieutenant. as the regular one was made the new 1st Lieutenant, and the 1st was made Captain.
Unlike before, now she really had control as a Lieutenant, even as a second one. She would tend to all the matters the captain and first didn’t, which were many. They were new at the job, and she had to clean up after them, several times. It seemed they were used to simply relaying orders, and obeying, that they didn’t know how to lead. Something most people didn’t realize about her, is that she had never truly been in a hand-to-hand conflict. She was in the Sick Bay when attacked before, and now, now she was commanding people to prepare for such encounters, it hardly seemed right to do. But it seemed she was meant to observe, and lead, rather than be apart of it. It seemed she was always that diplomat, whatever she did. She almost thought she heard people calling her it, behind her back.
Now, pirates were back. This time a whole fleet of them, and just two ships. The admiral commanded that they continued, and the captain wasn’t going to contradict him, not after what had happened last time. So she instructed a battle tactic for our own ship, further from the truth of what the Admiral had told them, but it was like those maneuvers she had studied so closely way back then. Agreeing that it would be her who got in trouble. And, it worked. She was for once given gratitude for something she deserved, as disobedience was overlooked from the success of it. She had ordered their ship driven far away-enough from the line, to go around the Pirate Fleet, and slowly push each ship into a small amount of space between their ships. A tactic which, even in the history, had been done with more ships than just two ships. Let alone, one wasn’t aware of the tactic, which perhaps somehow helped. It seemed she was good at not just observing, but also acting on what she had learned.
She was made 1st Lieutenant, and transferred with this same rank to other ship in the fleet. The one that also had the Admiral on board. She told the Admiral ideas how to run things better, but soon found this wasn’t a good idea, and risked her chances of ever being promoted again.
They headed back to Coruscant, but before they could get there, the ship she used to be 2nd Lieutenant in, with the fleet, had been retaken by the pirates who were taken prisoner. The captain there apparently unable to handle it. She actually organized–this time given orders by the Admiral, because of last time–to carefully retake the ship, by boarding it.
A small group went with her onto the other ship, and she for the first time was in the middle of the conflict. It was hard for her to keep her head, as all her tactics and plans became chaos. The captain, it turned out, had been killed during the attack, and they were soon overpowered by the pirates, and taken prisoner, which was lucky, since the pirates had taken no prisoners when they first took the ship.
Within their containment, mostly lined up, she relayed new orders to those next to her, and they did it to those near them, and so on. She had regained her mind, now that things were quieter, and understood what the tactics of the pirates had been. Now, when it reached the time when she said it should be, when they were getting ready to go into hyperdrive, the prisoners at the end managed to attack the guards with their feet, unlock their bonds, hand the keys to others to pass around, while they already left with the weapons from the guards to begin a quite assault. It was the first truly ruthless plan she organized, wishing to do what the they had done when taking the ship.
Once more bonds were free, they went and found where their weapons had been placed, handing them to each of them, bonds or not, and left as well. Once all were free, most were already moving all over the ship, as they went into hyperdrive. Pirates were murdered all over, until all scattered-escaped prisoners left joined at the same place, taking the main part of the ship, and the leader there.
Now in control, struggling to maintain the ship even for a short while, she organized another hyperdrive, with a course for Curoscant. When they got there, they were assisted by other ships of the Republic, and sent out a message to the other ship in the fleet.
She joined the Admiral, now on Curoscant, to insist those in charge to make her the new captain of the vessel she had rescued, saying she had been the one to reclaim it, and that no one else was familiar with it the way she was. Also claiming that the prisoner escape of the pirates wouldn’t of happened if she had been on the ship, at the time. They were reluctant, but accepted, on the condition the Admiral would be moved to stay on that ship, to enable full supervision over her.
This request proved to be harder to deal with than she had thought. She lacked the freedom she had wanted, because the admiral was always watching her, and wouldn’t allow her to make any decisions he didn’t accept to first. Pretty much, she made the orders, but the Admiral decided if they were good enough, or not. However, it strengthened her as a captain, and gave her the ability to come up with reasons for certain actions, making her leadership more thoughtful, determined, and precise.
She began studying potential ‘enemies’. Or this is what she called it, when in fact, she had taken an interest in the Sith, as they had come to be known. The admiral finally left her ship, allowing her to have better command, and chart her own course during many occasions.
She started to realize the admiral wasn’t going to expand her power, anymore. Nor would she have full freedom as long as she worked for him, and perhaps the Republic. She made a communication with a Sith Leader, who she had studied, and arranged a meeting with him. Saying she was willing to turn, and that she had impressive records to show him. She was not sure if she was serious about it, but wanted to know if they had anything to offer.
She charted a course, without the Admiral’s consent, on a diplomatic mission. At the meeting, she showed him the records of when she commanded and won battles, how she had studied the Sith, and knew so much about Republic strategy. His offer was strait forward: Admiral. She couldn’t refuse.
Knowing this could not be hidden, nor did she wish to be a double agent, she ordered her ship to return to the fleet. With her new fleet, her first mission was to attack the fleet she had been apart of, since their location was known. She would use the strategy she had developed long ago: The Rook’s Cannon.
A single ship, with her in it, traveled to the location of the fleet. Knowing who it was, figuring she had only been made a captain, and was already making a foolish mistake with her power, the Admiral for the Republic had his ships surround her single one.
Giving their exact location to her other ships, they approached, and surrounded the fleet, at all angles, giving them no way out. From her own ship from the inside, and her other ships from outside, fire erupted.
The Republic Fleet was not prepared, and her fleet was precise, knowing exactly where to hit, and all ships were soon destroyed, with hardly any damage done to the Sith Fleet. Now, she works for the Sith, but that could always change, as she hates both the Sith and the Republic.
Password: Vornskr
RP Sample:
Julius Ince looked out, at the ships that were surrounding her own, simply sitting there. As though watching a performance.
“Admiral,” A voice said, behind her, who had just entered her room, “We are being hailed to surrender.”
She did not turn around.
“Let them sweat.” She said, “Send no reply.”
The officer left, doubting that they would be sweating, but did not say so.
A simple press of a button on her chair opened a channel to the ship’s control Officer.
“Admiral?”
“Send our precise location to every general in the fleet. The King is in check.”
“Ma’am.”
Now, it was time to wait, though it would not take long. She would hate the Sith for ordering her to do this, though it was a test of loyalty, she supposed. But they had just lost her own. Yet, she was an admiral, and she hated the Republic. But she hated this, as well. And she hated that she executed it like an operative. There was still time to change, just flee, or return, though they wouldn’t take her back. There were other factions she could join. She thought of this.
Just like that, shadows appeared, only to instantly become fully operational and well-armed Sith ships, all surrounding the Republic Fleet that had surrounded her; making a target-shape, only three-sixty degrees.
Another button was pressed to contact the communications specialist.
“Yes, Admiral?” The hasty voice asked, knowing what she would say, but it took longer than she might expect, was the new Admiral uncertain her own tactics would work?
“Tell all my ships to execute The Rook’s Cannon.”
“Ma’am.”
Another button was pressed, while she could already see red jets of light blasting at the Republic Fleet from all angles, this time it was the Weapons Engineer.
“Admiral!”
“I want all our cannons to fire at the ship closest to us. If the first ship falters, fire at the second closest.”
“Yes, Admiral.”
Now loud jets of green light flared from her own ship, firing at the ship right in front of her, containing her former Admiral. She hadn’t liked him, but didn’t like to see him die, either.
Horror erupted everywhere, as ship and ship of the Republic Fleet was crushed. She knew exactly where to hit them, she knew everything about those ships, and exactly what they would do. And exactly what would happen. Now, the ships on the enemy’s side became flares, and those flares became shadows, and those shadows fell.
Only, there was no where to fall. So they only became larger flares, again, as blasts from ships they were heading toward fired, or else crashed into ships of their own. Whatever happened, they were flares, again, and then pieces.
Department: Navy
Rank: Admiral
Name: Joules Ince
Race: Human
Age: 35
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130
Appearance: Semi-short black hair, with some locks that go down to her shoulders; and cool, golden-brown eyes. She wears a black coat, usually over another patterned attire. She speaks with a calm, melo voice, almost uninterested. Her movements generally the same way.
Birth place: Curoscant
Skills: Leading; Organizing; Long-range shooting, though she doesn't do that much, now.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 2
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 3
Alignment: -4
Bio:
{{Well, other mods have said different ways of doing bios are encouraged, so I decided to entertain myself, by sort of making the bio from her point of view}}
She was raised on Coruscant, and to be taught the ways of politics, but wasn’t too interested, despite both parents being Senators. During many lectures of political science, and what the Republic stood for, she found herself attracted to the Military Generals that history spoke of. The ones who lead such horrific attacks, devastating millions. She wished to know those horrors, a foolish thing, really. And not every little girl’s dream, she imagined. But she found them most... interesting. It seems she merely called many things interesting, but she found them very interesting, though brutal, violent, and against all the Republic stood for. Her parents always called the Republic a beacon of peace, yet they had a military that could spell death if it wanted to.
She received a firm education, all the same, and learned much of Senators, their roles, and the entire function and history of how the Republic worked, and why it could stand better than others. It was all very slanted, to her.
Her parents were not corrupt, but they didn’t seem to ever question their principles. Of course, neither did she herself, in it came to what she wanted to do. Haring of horror, after all, was much easier than horror itself, despite the way it may seem in youth. She kept to herself, mostly when educated, and only spoke to ask an interesting question. She found interest in the process, but little interest in the people there, always preferring solitude, or at least semi-solitude, like a place where she wouldn’t be bothered.
Despite being told not to, she found myself joining them. The Navy taught her how to use a blaster, and handle attacks, principals that she still could recall today when organizing attack formations. And, she was most interested in their formations, tactics, and odd methods of organizing large vessels, and great numbers of ships all at once.
Perhaps she should have become a Senator, perhaps there was no future here, but.... she just wasn’t the sort who would be a diplomat. It just wasn’t in her. The Navy would chase down spice miners who had stepped into illegal bounds, and other such nonsense. Why should she even bother wasting her time with these gentlemen, if all they were going to do was chase after spice miners of all people? But, being a Senator seemed far away, now, why waste time trying to get back what she never wanted? Meanwhile, they were looking into promotions, and not many got those, not many wanted them, to be honest, most wanted off the ship. But, she got the promotion She was placed above the regular Officer, but only just a notch higher. She just wondered, did it seriously take a whole lifetime to climb in the ranks until she was satisfied? It would seem so. Well, there wasn’t any changing it in her mind, so it seemed she’d better enjoy the climb... if it could last that long, of course, but it did.
Pirates, now, that was something different. Pirates were working with the spice miners, later, apparently the Republic ship had made them angry, it was a silly thing to ever trouble themselves about. She was in the Sick Bay. And she simply stepped out, barely able to stand as she looked out, as the ships crossed... before she could even realize it, damage was done to both ships, and both sides were invading the other.
She was promoted, again, since their weren’t really many left to take the position. She didn’t think they meant it to be permanent, since she was hiding in a half-destroyed Sick Bay during the fighting. It was Lieutenant. She didn’t do much, except re-instruct orders given by the Captain. She was surprised he could get the thing still to move, even if the hyperdrive was destroyed. She was in such a state, she didn’t even try to learn more how he did it.
They had to stop on some far off planet, and negotiate to get replacements. She was the one who had to report the damage, and specify what was needed for the planet to support a vessel of the Republic. It seemed she couldn’t escape the diplomat heritage even in the army. The parts were gotten, and they sailed back for full repair, if they were even going to keep that ship, anymore. She was transferred to another, as a higher ranking Officer, but below Lt. now. They seemed to think she had done something amazing just for relaying orders from a stupid captain.
But all the same, she seemed to get back on track from this, and she was soon back to observing tactics, and now even able to advise her own ideas and quirks to them. They didn’t listen, nor was she sure they should have, she was a little too headstrong, without enough knowledge to support it. But things were more exciting there, and with a smarter captain. Their first mission surrounded a group of trade vessels that went beyond Republic boarders, and they had to catch them before that happened. It was some violation, but the captain managed to take all ships, without a scratch. They were just trade ships, however, it wasn’t much to show off about. But it felt like a victory, to her, after last time. But now it looked like a promotion wouldn’t be likely for a long time. As she was only in a group of officers below the Lieutenant and Captain, who were both below the Admiral, naturally. And they didn’t seem like the sorts who would step down, and those at her rank seemed far more experienced. And she was asking herself, once again, was it worth it? Why not just leave? But she didn’t. Apparently some part of her hadn’t gotten enough, yet.
She joined with another ship, as a fleet, and three of the officers on her rank were transferred. She was not. But she learned more about leading more than one ship, and made sure others knew she learned such things, if it helped her advance. If it ever helped her advance. Things continued, months past. They were pretty much just traveling, and that was all.
Eventually, it seemed there was some trouble on the ship. The captain was in trouble for disobeying orders from the Admiral, using his own judgement instead of his superior’s, amazing what people will get in trouble for. But he was taken out of the fleet, as they called it... and she was made the new 2nd Lieutenant. as the regular one was made the new 1st Lieutenant, and the 1st was made Captain.
Unlike before, now she really had control as a Lieutenant, even as a second one. She would tend to all the matters the captain and first didn’t, which were many. They were new at the job, and she had to clean up after them, several times. It seemed they were used to simply relaying orders, and obeying, that they didn’t know how to lead. Something most people didn’t realize about her, is that she had never truly been in a hand-to-hand conflict. She was in the Sick Bay when attacked before, and now, now she was commanding people to prepare for such encounters, it hardly seemed right to do. But it seemed she was meant to observe, and lead, rather than be apart of it. It seemed she was always that diplomat, whatever she did. She almost thought she heard people calling her it, behind her back.
Now, pirates were back. This time a whole fleet of them, and just two ships. The admiral commanded that they continued, and the captain wasn’t going to contradict him, not after what had happened last time. So she instructed a battle tactic for our own ship, further from the truth of what the Admiral had told them, but it was like those maneuvers she had studied so closely way back then. Agreeing that it would be her who got in trouble. And, it worked. She was for once given gratitude for something she deserved, as disobedience was overlooked from the success of it. She had ordered their ship driven far away-enough from the line, to go around the Pirate Fleet, and slowly push each ship into a small amount of space between their ships. A tactic which, even in the history, had been done with more ships than just two ships. Let alone, one wasn’t aware of the tactic, which perhaps somehow helped. It seemed she was good at not just observing, but also acting on what she had learned.
She was made 1st Lieutenant, and transferred with this same rank to other ship in the fleet. The one that also had the Admiral on board. She told the Admiral ideas how to run things better, but soon found this wasn’t a good idea, and risked her chances of ever being promoted again.
They headed back to Coruscant, but before they could get there, the ship she used to be 2nd Lieutenant in, with the fleet, had been retaken by the pirates who were taken prisoner. The captain there apparently unable to handle it. She actually organized–this time given orders by the Admiral, because of last time–to carefully retake the ship, by boarding it.
A small group went with her onto the other ship, and she for the first time was in the middle of the conflict. It was hard for her to keep her head, as all her tactics and plans became chaos. The captain, it turned out, had been killed during the attack, and they were soon overpowered by the pirates, and taken prisoner, which was lucky, since the pirates had taken no prisoners when they first took the ship.
Within their containment, mostly lined up, she relayed new orders to those next to her, and they did it to those near them, and so on. She had regained her mind, now that things were quieter, and understood what the tactics of the pirates had been. Now, when it reached the time when she said it should be, when they were getting ready to go into hyperdrive, the prisoners at the end managed to attack the guards with their feet, unlock their bonds, hand the keys to others to pass around, while they already left with the weapons from the guards to begin a quite assault. It was the first truly ruthless plan she organized, wishing to do what the they had done when taking the ship.
Once more bonds were free, they went and found where their weapons had been placed, handing them to each of them, bonds or not, and left as well. Once all were free, most were already moving all over the ship, as they went into hyperdrive. Pirates were murdered all over, until all scattered-escaped prisoners left joined at the same place, taking the main part of the ship, and the leader there.
Now in control, struggling to maintain the ship even for a short while, she organized another hyperdrive, with a course for Curoscant. When they got there, they were assisted by other ships of the Republic, and sent out a message to the other ship in the fleet.
She joined the Admiral, now on Curoscant, to insist those in charge to make her the new captain of the vessel she had rescued, saying she had been the one to reclaim it, and that no one else was familiar with it the way she was. Also claiming that the prisoner escape of the pirates wouldn’t of happened if she had been on the ship, at the time. They were reluctant, but accepted, on the condition the Admiral would be moved to stay on that ship, to enable full supervision over her.
This request proved to be harder to deal with than she had thought. She lacked the freedom she had wanted, because the admiral was always watching her, and wouldn’t allow her to make any decisions he didn’t accept to first. Pretty much, she made the orders, but the Admiral decided if they were good enough, or not. However, it strengthened her as a captain, and gave her the ability to come up with reasons for certain actions, making her leadership more thoughtful, determined, and precise.
She began studying potential ‘enemies’. Or this is what she called it, when in fact, she had taken an interest in the Sith, as they had come to be known. The admiral finally left her ship, allowing her to have better command, and chart her own course during many occasions.
She started to realize the admiral wasn’t going to expand her power, anymore. Nor would she have full freedom as long as she worked for him, and perhaps the Republic. She made a communication with a Sith Leader, who she had studied, and arranged a meeting with him. Saying she was willing to turn, and that she had impressive records to show him. She was not sure if she was serious about it, but wanted to know if they had anything to offer.
She charted a course, without the Admiral’s consent, on a diplomatic mission. At the meeting, she showed him the records of when she commanded and won battles, how she had studied the Sith, and knew so much about Republic strategy. His offer was strait forward: Admiral. She couldn’t refuse.
Knowing this could not be hidden, nor did she wish to be a double agent, she ordered her ship to return to the fleet. With her new fleet, her first mission was to attack the fleet she had been apart of, since their location was known. She would use the strategy she had developed long ago: The Rook’s Cannon.
A single ship, with her in it, traveled to the location of the fleet. Knowing who it was, figuring she had only been made a captain, and was already making a foolish mistake with her power, the Admiral for the Republic had his ships surround her single one.
Giving their exact location to her other ships, they approached, and surrounded the fleet, at all angles, giving them no way out. From her own ship from the inside, and her other ships from outside, fire erupted.
The Republic Fleet was not prepared, and her fleet was precise, knowing exactly where to hit, and all ships were soon destroyed, with hardly any damage done to the Sith Fleet. Now, she works for the Sith, but that could always change, as she hates both the Sith and the Republic.
Password: Vornskr
RP Sample:
Julius Ince looked out, at the ships that were surrounding her own, simply sitting there. As though watching a performance.
“Admiral,” A voice said, behind her, who had just entered her room, “We are being hailed to surrender.”
She did not turn around.
“Let them sweat.” She said, “Send no reply.”
The officer left, doubting that they would be sweating, but did not say so.
A simple press of a button on her chair opened a channel to the ship’s control Officer.
“Admiral?”
“Send our precise location to every general in the fleet. The King is in check.”
“Ma’am.”
Now, it was time to wait, though it would not take long. She would hate the Sith for ordering her to do this, though it was a test of loyalty, she supposed. But they had just lost her own. Yet, she was an admiral, and she hated the Republic. But she hated this, as well. And she hated that she executed it like an operative. There was still time to change, just flee, or return, though they wouldn’t take her back. There were other factions she could join. She thought of this.
Just like that, shadows appeared, only to instantly become fully operational and well-armed Sith ships, all surrounding the Republic Fleet that had surrounded her; making a target-shape, only three-sixty degrees.
Another button was pressed to contact the communications specialist.
“Yes, Admiral?” The hasty voice asked, knowing what she would say, but it took longer than she might expect, was the new Admiral uncertain her own tactics would work?
“Tell all my ships to execute The Rook’s Cannon.”
“Ma’am.”
Another button was pressed, while she could already see red jets of light blasting at the Republic Fleet from all angles, this time it was the Weapons Engineer.
“Admiral!”
“I want all our cannons to fire at the ship closest to us. If the first ship falters, fire at the second closest.”
“Yes, Admiral.”
Now loud jets of green light flared from her own ship, firing at the ship right in front of her, containing her former Admiral. She hadn’t liked him, but didn’t like to see him die, either.
Horror erupted everywhere, as ship and ship of the Republic Fleet was crushed. She knew exactly where to hit them, she knew everything about those ships, and exactly what they would do. And exactly what would happen. Now, the ships on the enemy’s side became flares, and those flares became shadows, and those shadows fell.
Only, there was no where to fall. So they only became larger flares, again, as blasts from ships they were heading toward fired, or else crashed into ships of their own. Whatever happened, they were flares, again, and then pieces.
