Skirmish over Sullust

[Demek Jast]

Ten bright shining vessels held in formation against an unnamed star. A red crest painted on each of their hulls, the symbol of the Alliance. This was the fleet set to engage and liberate Sullust, a world imprisoned by the Empire. The slavery of the planets people would soon come to an end, and the world would be a free body once again.

Among the vessels which composed the fleet the largest and most powerful was an MC80b, the flagship. Scrawled along it's plating beside the Rebellion's Crest read the word Candensce. In it's wake trailed two other Mon Cal cruisers, MC40s, and an array of other warships common among the Alliance Forces.

"Battlegroup Nova reports affirmative, waiting on your jump order Sir." The voice of a Mon Cal officer, a lieutenant, reported.

The tall fishlike being walked up behind the Duros commander in his seat and stood at ease awaiting the reply of his superior. The Duros grumbled, he felt out of place in the command center, the lone alien. He'd have prefered a more diverse crew but the battleship's systems wouldn't permit it. They were designed for the Mon Calamari, they would be used by them. The only reason he was stationed aboard was because of his experience in past conflicts of the Galaxy. This provided him an emense knowledge of fleet battle tactics and the rank of Fleet Admiral within the Alliance.

"Verywell they may have it." The Duros, Demek Jast, flicked a control on his command chair, openning a fleet wide channel. "All ships of the fleet, prepare to jump on my mark." A short pause for everyone to ready themselves, "Mark."