"You heard the man," Captain Vakelb Vilreth uttered as he stepped away from the holocom. "We're going into the thick of it, head first like a plasma hammer. The Honour Bound will lead the charge, but she will not be alone."
The bridge was quiet, as the anxiety of his untested crew was reduced to apprehension. In the next hour, they may well all be dead. The New Order Fleet was no doubt battle hardened, and it would fight tenaciously against an assault - an assault they would no doubt see coming. Captain Vakelb Vilreth was not phased, but his men and women were, and he needed to snap them out of it.
"The moment we jump, I want the full might of our numbers to flood hostile air space. I want them on the back foot, fighting against the suffocating waves of our numbers. Our drones may be obsolete, but they will put the pressure where it is needed. Additionally, begin assembling droid boarding parties. We'll put these dogs under every ounce of strain we can chuck on them," he said quickly, taking too little time to breathe. Seemed he was nervous too!
His crew broke into silent life, tapping away at their keyboards and reading out sterile readings. However, right now, the Captain knew Engineering and the Droid Battle Command would be bursting into life.
"Coordinates engaged, initiating jump in 5," his first officer started to say. "4... 3... 2... 1..."
The bridge rumbled, the Captain threw himself into his chair and struck digits into the keyboard mounted to his right arm rest. Dozens of displays flicked up on a hologram, showing him the condition of Honour Bound's drone compliment.
And then they broke from hyperspace, and the New Order Fleet's presence oozed red from the bridge's various warning lights. His crew stammered at distances, numbers, force projections and ranges.
"Launch the drones," the Captain uttered.
1,500 Vulture Drones spewed from the Honour Bound like angry hornets, and sped eagerly towards incoming New Order interceptors. Within moments, the space between Honour Bound and the New Order Fleet exploded into violent combat. The Drones were no match for the TIE fighters, but there were hundreds upon hundreds of them, and they would keep the worst of what the New Order had to offer fairly busy.
The bridge was quiet, as the anxiety of his untested crew was reduced to apprehension. In the next hour, they may well all be dead. The New Order Fleet was no doubt battle hardened, and it would fight tenaciously against an assault - an assault they would no doubt see coming. Captain Vakelb Vilreth was not phased, but his men and women were, and he needed to snap them out of it.
"The moment we jump, I want the full might of our numbers to flood hostile air space. I want them on the back foot, fighting against the suffocating waves of our numbers. Our drones may be obsolete, but they will put the pressure where it is needed. Additionally, begin assembling droid boarding parties. We'll put these dogs under every ounce of strain we can chuck on them," he said quickly, taking too little time to breathe. Seemed he was nervous too!
His crew broke into silent life, tapping away at their keyboards and reading out sterile readings. However, right now, the Captain knew Engineering and the Droid Battle Command would be bursting into life.
"Coordinates engaged, initiating jump in 5," his first officer started to say. "4... 3... 2... 1..."
The bridge rumbled, the Captain threw himself into his chair and struck digits into the keyboard mounted to his right arm rest. Dozens of displays flicked up on a hologram, showing him the condition of Honour Bound's drone compliment.
And then they broke from hyperspace, and the New Order Fleet's presence oozed red from the bridge's various warning lights. His crew stammered at distances, numbers, force projections and ranges.
"Launch the drones," the Captain uttered.
1,500 Vulture Drones spewed from the Honour Bound like angry hornets, and sped eagerly towards incoming New Order interceptors. Within moments, the space between Honour Bound and the New Order Fleet exploded into violent combat. The Drones were no match for the TIE fighters, but there were hundreds upon hundreds of them, and they would keep the worst of what the New Order had to offer fairly busy.
