Rebirth of an Empire Prologue
Admiral Pellaeon gazed out at the stars from the Imperial Star Destroyer Chimera, looking at what the Galactic Empire had become. There was now only one system still aligned with the Empire, Bastion, and protecting that system were four Star Destroyer task forces including his own Chimera, Dorja's Relentless, Brandei's Judicater, and Admiral Daala's, his second in command, Gorgon II. HE had another destroyer task force until last week when Capt. Harbid and the Death's Head chased down a Smuggler's Alliance freighter the Starry Ice and ran afoul of Antilles' Lusankya and Rouge Squadron.
"Sir"! The young comm lieutenant said breaking his thoughts. "An escort shuttle just jumped in system and says he needs major repairs, and it looks like he needs them badly."
"Route him to Bastion control…why are you telling me this any way?"
"He is transmitting a code that my computer insists that he is Imperial and has high clearance something called Royal Hand Clearance"
"Instruct him to land in the main bay and send Colonel Linetti and a squad of troopers to escort him and any crew or passengers to conference room 22a. Then tell Admiral Daala to come to the secondary bay and Ill meet her there".
"Yes sir" the lieutenant answered and instructed a corporal to go inform Linetti of his mission.
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Jedi Olin Thrasher and his friend well the gungan, who imposed a life debt on him, Vas Torf waited impatiently for the Chimera to answer them in their Cygnus Spaceworks Escort class shuttle the Fisher.
"So Toadie what do you think their reaction will be when the see the clearance?" Olin asked the gungan.
"Well mesa thinks that the bombad commander will be buggin out of hesa mind." The warrior gungan answered.
"I think we have our answer" Olin replied as the comm beeped.
"Escort shuttle you are to land in the main bay follow the beacon we will tractor you in" the young officer informed them.
"Thank you Chimera" said Olin as he wondered how many moron Imps would be waiting for them in the bay although he hoped Pellaeon was there.
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On board the Imperial Star Destroyer Chimaera in conference room 22a Imperial Intelligence is sweeping the room for bugs. One member of the team a short human with red eyes and pale skin with a blue hue to it stopped turned off the machine and placed a microscopic microphone on his assigned wall and quietly left behind the others of his team.
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