"He's moving to attack position, he most be insane. Shields up." Ordered Commander Rulis Tynarl. The Imperial man stood with proud dignity that made him appear cocky and uptight. The man, in fact, was. He hated being wrong and will drag an argument just to prove his point, be it wrong or not. He was an individual who won and liked to win at the expense of others. The defense operator nearest to Commander Tynarl stood and saluted, "Yes, sir!" He sat down and began clicking away at his own personal control panel. He knew what to do but could not perform it as fast as he was suppose too. The crew Tynarl was assigned was fresh out the academy. This little battle they had was small and would give his crew some experience. Working feverishly about him, the crewers and officers tried to look busy. Laser cannons mounted on the ship began to fire rapidly. Showering the small shuttle with turbo-laser fire, which it promptly dodged. The pilot was experienced, but that was nothing compared to the shields and fire-power this frigate carried. "Get a lock on, I want some of our concussion missiles after him on the double!" Ordered Commander Rulis Tynarl. There came a respectful, "Yes, sir!" from within the back.