"Understood, Admiral. Plotting a course now."
The bridge of the Daccian Sunrise immediately erupted into life but, with Captain Dann as his officers used to being asked to jump halfway across the galaxy on a moments notice, the momentary bustle of surprise soon settled into an almost melodic chorus of fingers tapping at computer terminals and voices shouting status reports and requesting readouts. This was the sound that Vohrel Dann liked to hear more than any other: The sound of productivity.
Within minutes, the herculean task of preparing the two kilometre long ship for a hyperspace jump was complete and as the manoeuvring thrusters fired up to move them into position, Vohrel stood from his chair and paced quietly. This was it. War. His heart skipped a beat as he imagined the thrill of true battle, the chaos of two battle fleets engaging in the ultimate contest of power, wit and command. This was his chance to write his name in history alongside the Skywalkers, the Iblises, the Antilles... the Ackbars, even. Perhaps one day history would look back at him and the name 'Vohrel Dann' would be synonymous with greatness. The idea brought a smile to his curled lips.
"Okay.. listen up." He belched over the ship's comm system, his low raspy voice seeming to almost growl as it echoed around the busy corridors. "You all know that I'm not one for speeches... that said, the occasion seems to call for it. So here it goes."
"The weeks that follow will be some of the hardest you or I have ever seen. Perhaps the hardest we will ever see. We fight an enemy whose military power is practically unknown to us; we have no real idea of their numbers, their ability or even their positions. The odds.. are stacked heavily against us. This is not the sort of battle that any of us would choose if it were a choice." He paused, allowing the crew to mumble quietly to each other for a few moments before carrying on. "But it is not a choice. These villains must be brought to task, and by the ocean gods of Mon Cala we will bring them to task if it means we have to drag this ship through the flames of hell itself! And make no mistake, ladies and gentlemen.. there is no crew in this or any galaxy that I would rather have by my side on a trip into the lake of sulphur. For the Republic!
The Daccian Sunrise popped out of hyperspace just outside of the formation and immediately made its way towards the flagship of the fleet, the rather majestic-looking Viscount-class Star Defender Independence. The Sunrise was a beautiful ship, designed to be a luxury starliner and with a profile to match, but the Independence was on another level. Designed from it's inception to be the backbone of the New Republic navy, form and function merged magnificently to create a warship which could not only match the Imperial Super Star Destroyers, but surpass them. At just over seventeen kilometers long, it dwarfed every other ship in the formation and cast a rather intimidating profile on Captain Dann's viewscreen.
"Captain Vohrel Dann of the Daccian Sunrise reporting for duty, Admiral!"