Lelouch had explained everything as best he could to Kallen with C.C. jumping in every now and again to add things, she was confused and had a hard time focusing, her mind went into overdrive.
"So we're in a galaxy filled with aliens, lasers and space magic...?"
"... pretty much." C.C. said
"My head hurts."
"You will get better soon, we had to go through this ourselves."
"Good."
"Kallen, C.C. and I are going to the bridge, why don't you go lay down in my quarters until you feel better, I'll have a droid bring refreshments."
"Mkay." She muttered, eyes drooping. He nodded and picked her up in his arms bringing her down to his room and laying her on his bed.
Both he and C.C. then departed back to the bridge.
"Sparky do we have a fleet prepared?"
"Yes sir, five imperial one class destroyers, three imperial two's, fifteen victory two class frigates, and twenty Lancer corvettes. Fighter complements have been restocked, all ships have been repaired, rearmed and refueled, hyperdrive coordinates locked, and are waiting on your orders."
He gave a nod.
"Punch it."
Phasma POV
Captain Phasma sighed while moving on to her main objective, her squad of death troopers behind her. She couldn't believe she was ordered to do this, she believed in her leader, but this was Bantha poodo insane. This planet had been abandoned since the clone wars ended and it's population had died out or abandoned the place entirely.
Utapau, the outer rim back water planet served as a small trade port and refueling station in the outer edges of the mid rim. It served as a regrouping and staging area for the confederacy, after the battle the planet and it's people where forgotten.
She came upon a single landing platform on it was a single blaster pistol that had been haphazardly discarded and a body...
It was the Kaleesh cyborg, former supreme commander of the droid armies of the confederacy of independent systems...
General Grievous.
She took a deep breath as her squad spread out and secured the area, she pulled out a vial and a syringe, assembled the injector, gave it a quick tap and prayed that she wasn't about to die.
She stabbed the injector into what was once his gut sack and emptied the contents, moments later, the organs began to repair themselves.
Grievous is unique, he was made to be an unstoppable killing machine, though his mind was not his own when he set on that path, his cells are capable of regenerating after being wounded, if he takes enough damage his body goes into stasis, incapable of reversing the damage on its own and keeping as much of himself alive as possible, at this point he needs help, a jump start if you will.
That was all that was on the data pad, when she left to get her new chromium armor an officer brought her the vial and syringe, telling her what she needed to know.
The body stood up and he began to breath slowly.
"Back up and keep weapons ready, let's give him some space." She ordered over the coms.
A pair of reptilian eyes snapped open and the 7, nearly 8 foot tall monster stood to his full height, staring down at the squad of troopers.
"Who are you?"
Lelouch POV
He had always felt that exiting hyperspace should give some sort of lurch forward and backwards, or even traveling in real space, but there was no friction or gravity in space, so that didn't happen, he still wasn't used to it. They had entered the Abagado system just minutes ago, so far, nothing was happening, they had arrived before the other fleets could, so he set up the fleets formation with the spare time. Destroyers in front, frigates in back, Lancers in the middle.
"Sir, two fleets on approach, one is three minutes out, the other is five, friendly signatures are coming from the closer one."
"Prepare to contact Yularen."
"Roger roger."
The fleet of old ships came out of hyperspace and Lelouch sent a signal straight away, a message containing coordinates for Taris, the reply they sent in return was pointing their ships in the general direction and entering hyperspace. The reasons where obvious, run now, talk later. Lelouch and his fleet followed.
They had both arrived at almost the same time and Yularen came aboard in an old clone wars gunship, troopers in phase 2 armor and 501'st colors followed behind him, Lelouch greeted him in the hangar.
"Admiral." He bowed.
"Lord Zero." The aging officer gave his own bow. He then stood straight and began to speak.
"I cannot thank you enough for your help, those rebels are unrelenting."
"No thanks required, I do wish to ask for help however."
"What do you need?"
"Your fleet and your loyalty, with the emperor and Vader dead there is a power vacuum and there are several governor's fighting for control while the empire collapses. I want to stop them, I want to get rid of the alliance, and I want to make peace. I can do this easier with your assistance."
"The other captains and crew have already gave me their loyalty, where I go they follow, I will help, but under the condition that this becomes our safe haven, and we are employed."
"I agree to these terms."
Phasma POV
To say Phasma was relieved was an understatement, her mission had been accomplished, the droid general was quite nice actually, having all of those anger inducing chips from his brain via fire in the face had certainly helped his temper.
She was laughing quietly in her Co pilot seat of the Lambda shuttle, being able to hear the antics of the other troopers.
"Do you honestly think having a big gun will help you get into our captains pants?" The medic asked.
"Of course! The girls like em long and hard." The gunner of the group stated, Caressing his modified Z-6 rotary cannon.
"... seriously?" The sniper deadpanned.
"Yea! Haven't you heard the new sensation sweeping the nation? Bitches love cannons!"
"You have got to be kidding me." The support trooper said.
"You know he's not." The sniper said.
"He's right-" Phasma spoke up "we do like them long and hard, so that means your not my type."
"Ohhhhhohoho, she got you man!" The assault trooper said.
The cyborg rolled his eyes at the banter.
"So, what happened to my ship?" He asked.
The shuttle went quiet.
