Mucho thanks to 'The Lady Katherine'! To be honest, I was sorta stuck, but your idea is awesome! Please tell me if my story lives up to the concept.
Once upon a time, there was a Commonwealth Captain named Aurorus. Aurorus was the poster boy of the High Guard, and at his graduation, admirals from all sectors of the Systems Commonwealth delegated their duties for a day to offer their good wishes. Except for one, Admiral Achilles Pendragon, pride Drago-Kazov, who had been sent on a six-month deep patrol a week before.
As the rest of the class watched enviously, each admiral stepped up to Aurorus and blessed him in all his endeavors. As the ceremonies were drawing to a close, however, a High Guard drop pod was heard, and soon in charged Achilles Pendragon, in high temper for being excluded so. "You, boy," he hissed, "you will by the hand of your own second in command grace a stasis pod in the deepest reaches of space!" before storming out.
To prevent such a thing from happening to their pride and joy, the Office of Fleet Deployments consigned Aurorus to a four-year tour of duty on the Pax Romana in sector ANK-144, as far from Drago-Kazov space as possible, and with a Than executive officer. Strangely enough, that farflung sector enjoyed such a traffic of admirals that there were never less than three at any time, a traffic that mysteriously ended four years later.
Though the Drago-Kazov were more rebellious than ever, after much deliberation, the situation was deemed sufficiently unstable that Aurorus could no longer languish in a backwater sector running picket. As a gesture of good will, they assigned him a Nietzschean exec (though not a Drago-Kazov) named Spindelus and the Andromeda Ascendant, one of the High Guard's few ships of the wall, before throwing him into battle with the now seceding Nietzschean Alliance.
Alas, Rhade had indeed defected to the Nietzschean Alliance, and allowed a scout to make the Andromeda's position. Aurorus ordered all crew to abandon ship, and threw the Andromeda into orbit about a black hole, holding himself, the dying Than pilot, and Spindelus in a suspended timeframe every bit as effective as Achilles's threatened stasis pod.
There they stood, until a captain, with three companions courageous and faithful, and one master cowardly and rat-like, set out, for love of bright-shining thrones, to retrieve the valiant vessel. Their bucky cables securely themselves gently about the pylons, like the sweet embrace of a lost-lost lover, and drew from the gravity well the Andromeda Ascendant.