#Consular-class cruiser

[sw5w]

Entering the Naboo System

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:01:54

Route of the Radiant VII from Coruscant to Naboo.

Location of Naboo system within the Chommell sector and the Galaxy at large.

MOVIE: Episode I - The Phantom Menace TIME: 32 BBY LOCATIONS: Alui, Chommell sector, Colonies, Corellian Run, Core Worlds, Coruscant, Deep Core, Denon, Enarc, Enarc Run, Expansion Region, Hutt Space, Hydian Way, Inner Rim, Iskin sector, Karlinus, Mid Rim, Naboo, Naboo system, Outer Rim Territories, Pax, Quess sector, Unknown Regions, Vilonis sector, Vish sector, Western Reaches, Wild Space ORGANIZATIONS: Galactic Republic, Judicial Forces VEHICLES AND VESSELS: Consular-class cruiser, Radiant VII, Republic cruiser TECHNOLOGY: class 2 Longe Voltrans tri-arc CD-3.2 hyperdrive unit

[edgeofn1ght]

all you conceal, let out: ch. 5

story summary: After the death of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, in his grief, takes off on a mission half-cocked to find a lost holocron on Jedha. The next thing he knows, he's waking up injured on a planet he's never seen before, surrounded by calm and an unsettling quiet. Then, after passing out again, he wakes up in a strange home, patched, clean, and safe. And his savior is someone he loved who he didn't think he'd ever see again. Will he be able to get back to his own universe, and does he even want to?

ch. 5: Despite the overwhelming desire to stay with Ben, Anakin must travel to Coruscant to find out if there's any way he can return to his own home. While waiting for the ship, he learns one more thing about Ben that changes everything.

↳ ch. 1, ch. 2, ch. 3, ch. 4

alternate universe travel • obikin • read on ao3 instead

Anakin dragged his feet long enough and eventually gathered his things — meager as they were — after spending the rest of the morning in bed with Ben. Anakin had to employ every trick he knew to get him to stay in bed longer than he was used to. Ben was much too dedicated to his work, and Anakin needed to spend every last minute he could together with him. All good things must end, or whatever that phrase was that people used sometimes. Though Anakin never really believed it. Why did they have to end?

After eating a late breakfast, which actually could have been considered mid-meal, they got into Ben's ancient speeder and headed into town. Neither of them spoke, neither knew what to say, but Ben held Anakin's hand the entire way, their fingers laced together and resting in his lap. It was supposed to be comforting and reassuring, but it wasn't. As they got closer, Anakin thought that maybe asking Ben to the hangar had been a mistake. It would have been much easier to say their goodbyes on his front porch then take his time walking into town, than to have to walk away from him in the hangar and board the transport alone. The temptation to force him onto the transport was still very strong. And obviously he knew he shouldn't do that, but the thought kept crossing his mind anyway. He had decided he really wasn't above kidnapping Obi-Wan. 

Then they finally arrived. Anakin's future without Obi-Wan awaited. 

In the hangar sat a Consular-class cruiser in the largest — and maybe only — docking bay. Despite no galactic war in this universe, the transport looked exactly the same as the rough and beat-up ones Anakin had seen used by the Republic back home. 

After they stepped out of the speeder, Ben quickly gave Anakin a peck on the cheek when no one was looking, then excused himself to find his friend who had secured the passage. Anakin was left standing alone, staring at the ship. Typically he'd feel excitement, the rush of leaving the planet and hitting atmo, or even his own enjoyment of watching the pit droids work… but he felt nothing. 

His eyes tracked the worker droids as they checked the outside of the ship and loaded cargo. It was clearly not only a transport for living beings. Stewjon most likely sold their crops to other regions or planets, and now Anakin would be part of the Core Worlds’ cargo, too. Ben eventually returned, a man in tow. But not just any man – the man Anakin had remembered seeing in the cantina the first time Ben took him there for drinks. 

“Anakin, this is Naar Kret,” Ben said and the other man held out his hand. Anakin looked down at extended hand but didn't move. Naar pulled his hand back when it was clear Anakin wasn't going to take it. 

Ben cleared his throat, a momentary look of confusion crossed his features. “Yes, well… Naar is an old friend of mine and the captain of this cruiser. He's happy to take you to Coruscant.” Anakin wanted to know how Ben paid his way on the cruiser. It probably wasn't cheap, even if this Naar was a ‘friend.’ 

Anakin pursed his lips. “If this is your cruiser, how were you here a week ago but the ship wasn't?” He crossed his arms over his chest. Naar looked at Ben quickly then back at Anakin. He wasn't sure what that look meant, but he didn't like it. 

Naar's face eventually softened into a knowing grin. “I let a friend borrow it for a run. Any other burning questions you might have… Markl? Was it?” He looked to Ben again then Anakin. He clearly didn't believe that was his real name. 

“Don't you want to know how long I've been a pilot? Or perhaps how long I've known Kenobi? Or maybe you'd like to know that we met –”

“That's enough,” Ben clapped his hand on Naar's shoulder and chuckled weakly. “Don't you have a ship to load, Kret?”

Naar grinned at him, too. “The droids are very good at their jobs, but I suppose you're right. They probably need some supervision.” 

Anakin's curiosity was more than piqued now. He supposed he could ask Naar about that particular story on their voyage, but then he'd have to talk to him. And it probably wasn't something he wanted to actually hear. He sighed, attempting to release some of his jealousy and annoyance into the Force. 

“Why didn't you tell me your friend from the cantina was the pilot?” He asked in a more biting tone than he intended.

Ben furrowed his brow. “I don't really see how it was relevant. Naar is a good pilot and—”

“Not relevant!?” Anakin threw up his hands. He didn't even really know exactly what he was mad at, and if Obi-Wan had been here… “Wait, last night when you were coming to look for me? Why were you looking for me?”

Ben's brow furrowed and he remained quiet for a moment before answering. “Well, I was going to tell you they had moved up the departure of the transport, but then I found you—”

“From your pilot friend?” Anakin interrupted, crossing his arms across his chest again. 

Ben huffed a laugh. “Well, yes, as it is his spacecraft.” He stepped closer, reaching out for the younger man but not touching him. “Anakin, what's this—”

“YOU!” Anakin and Ben whipped their heads in the direction of the very angry voice nearby. The Devaronian vendor, Juhk, was stalking towards them, blaster drawn, the sound of his steps echoing off the hangar walls. 

Ben looked at Anakin quickly then back to Juhk. “Now, Juhk, what's this all about, surely there's—” Ben tried to talk his way out of danger… again. 

“Shut up!” Juhk yelled as he waved the blaster towards them. “Your cousin, Markl, is a dirty thief, is what he is!” 

The statement shocked Ben. Anakin didn't have to do anything at all in this world to keep him safe and yet he had still failed at that, too, instead putting him right in the crossfire. 

The next moments happened so fast, that even much later, when Again tried to recall them, he couldn't ever quite remember the correct sequence of events.  As Juhk got within seven feet of the pair, Anakin's hand quickly moved to his waist where he drew his lightsaber hilt, but he never got to ignite it. The pew! of the blaster rang out, and being in such close range, Anakin had no time to react, even with as good as his reflexes were. But the bolt never hit its mark. The concentrated burst of fire whipped past the right side of his face, leaving a trail of heat on his cheek in its wake, then singed a few rogue curls at his temple. The blaster flew out of Juhk’s hand and skidded across the dirty hangar floor. Anakin's brain caught up just in time to look over at Ben who stood there, arm outstretched and fingers spread wide. Then he was on top of Juhk like lightning, pinning him to the side of the ship. 

“He stole from me!” Juhk shouted again even as Ben held one arm behind his back and the other pressed against the man's neck. Juhk struggled against the hold, but Ben was strong and not so easily cast aside. “He tricked me!”

Ben pressed him harder against the ship as the two of them struggled against each other. “What are you—! Hey!” Ben's arm slipped slightly. “What are you even talking about!?” Ben growled in his ear. 

“He cheats! He lies!” Juhk yelled again. 

Ben turned towards Anakin, confusion coloring his entire face. “Anakin?” Juhk continued to push back against him. Anakin didn't know what to do but stand there, rooted to the spot, frozen, his whole world once again crashing down around him. 

Ben was Force sensitive. 

Ben was Force sensitive. 

He moved quickly to where Ben and Juhk struggled, and gripped the back of the Devaronian’s neck. “You will sleep for a rotation then forget this ever happened,” he pushed the suggestion as strongly as he knew how, anger and confusion lacing his voice. “You will forget about Markl.” Anakin hesitated a moment then added, “And Ben Kenobi. Now sleep.”

Juhk went limp in their hold and they nearly dropped him, but Ben somehow managed to hold on. He stepped back, laying the Devaronian on the ground. Anakin backed away from the ship, from Juhk, from Ben. 

"You lied to me!" Anakin shouted suddenly. 

“Keep your voice down!” Ben said in a harsh whisper as he looked around nervously. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. "I never lied… just…" he said between deep breaths. 

Anakin scoffed, "What would you call it then?? You've been Force sensitive this entire time and never once even hinted at it!"

"You never asked!" He shouted back. His voice returned to a low growl and he continued. "You said I was a Jedi in your world, but I'm not that here! I don't even know what that is, I've only been honest about that. And even then, what difference would it have made if you'd known I had these abilities this whole time?"

"It would—" Anakin started then stopped. He didn't actually know.  Why would it have mattered? What would have changed between them if he'd known? Well that was beside the point now. "You concealed this rather significant piece of you! You know that we can be dangerous. If I'd known you possessed similar powers—"

"You'd what?" Ben said, stepping closer to Anakin, his voice lowering again to a harsh whisper. "Ratted me out? Turned me in to be sold into slavery? I know for a fact that Force sensitives turn a pretty credit out there." 

Anakin growled and turned away. He was upset because he'd fallen in love with this man he thought he knew. And it turned out he didn't know him at all. He merely loved the Ben — no, the Obi-Wan — he thought he knew, the man he had known, his master and friend who was gone. Anakin was a fool. Not for not knowing, but for falling in love with someone he couldn't have and shouldn't even want. For a life he couldn't have. 

"Look," Ben spoke again behind him. It was so quiet he almost didn't hear him. "I'm sorry I didn't mention it. I didn't think it was important quite honestly."

"Not important?" Anakin scoffed. "It's like I've been staying with a ticking time bomb."

"Oh, come now, Anakin, don't be ridiculous," Ben threw his hands up exasperatedly. "I've never had, nor will I ever have, any intention of hurting you, or anyone else for that matter. I've learned to control my powers. I had to. And I also had to learn how to hide them. 

"You clearly know what can happen to the likes of us. I've been essentially on my own since I was FIVE, Anakin. I had no one to protect me — no parents, no other family, no community of peers and friends like me who could take me in and guide me. I've had to hide what I was for fear of hurting someone or them hurting me. You're the only person who's ever, ever seen me for who I truly am!" Ben sighed and turned away. “I felt safe with you. Even though you had your weapon, your lightsaber. Even when you pulled the butter knife on me.” He huffed a small laugh. 

Anakin watched Ben’s back as he stood there. He wanted to be angry, but now he just felt rotten. Somehow, within a week, he had managed to let Ben down, too. 

“Alright, then, she's ready for boarding,” the pilot appeared at the door of the ship, then started down the ramp. He stopped halfway when he saw the motionless Devaronian on the ground, and Anakin and Ben standing far apart from each other. “What just uh…. what happened here?” Naar's hand slowly drifted towards his own blaster hanging at his side.

“Nothing, Naar,” Ben started quickly. “But I may need the use of one of these loader droids to get our friend, Juhk, here back to his home, or his ship, if it's docked here.” He was always so quick on his feet to handle the situation. Anakin stood idly by while Naar and Ben lifted Juhk onto a pallet for the loader droids to carry away. 

“He can sleep it off on his ship,” Ben said, brushing off his hands. Naar seemed to be none the wiser of what might have really happened. Perhaps Juhk’s reputation was Ben's saving grace.

I felt safe with you echoed in Anakin's head as he stood and watched Ben assist with the final preparations. For a transport that Anakin was supposed to be on. He thought about Ben being on his own since he was a small child. He hadn't even mentioned that, he'd only said his parents were dead. At least Anakin had had his mother, then he had the Jedi. So much of Ben's life must have been lived in fear. But none of that was obvious now. Though he was still angry at Ben for keeping this a secret, now he wanted more than ever for him to come with him to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. He could be trained, he could live amongst others like him, get a new family! If Anakin couldn't return to his world, they would take them both in. Of course they would. Of course. They could stay together and never be separated by war again. 

“Alright, we take off in five,” Naar said as he slapped Ben on the back. “Thanks for your help, Kenobi.”

Ben just smiled, but then turned his attention to Anakin. His smile faded and he looked serious again. 

“Don't miss your flight, Anakin,” Ben said. “I've paid dearly for that.” Anakin still didn't know what that meant, but any way he looked at it, Ben had made some sacrifice to get Anakin — a man he didn't actually know — back home. Just like he'd made a sacrifice allowing a strong, potentially-dangerous Force sensitive stranger to stay in his home. Just like he'd sacrificed his great secret to save Anakin's life. 

Ben gave up his bed, his time, resources, food, his home, his very limited money even… all for Anakin. And Anakin had only fixed his speeder and put him in danger in the process. And despite all of that, Ben still came to care for him. 

Ben was still watching him expectantly, waiting for him to board. 

“I'm not going,” Anakin finally said after an eternity passed. 

Ben frowned and took a step closer. “What do you mean you're not going, of course you are,” he said. “You said yourself, you don't belong here. You have friends and family waiting for you there. Think of Obi-Wan.” 

“He's dead!” Anakin shouted as he squeezed his eyes shut then rubbed his face. His chest rose and fell several times in rapid succession. “He's dead, Ben,” he sighed and added more quietly. 

Ben took another soft step closer, maybe three feet away now. “You said he left.”

“I lied,” Anakin replied, opening his eyes again, blue eyes shining with tears.

Ben looked troubled, but still kind. He crossed his arms over his chest. “So then we both lied to each other.” Anakin looked down and away, clenching his jaw. “Though I do not consider such omissions ‘lies,’ more like… half truths.”

Anakin huffed. “To be fair, yours is a bit more relevant to the situation at hand than mine,” he said, a slight edge to his voice.

“Are you coming or what?” Naar's head appeared again at the ship’s entrance. “I have schedules to keep!” 

“One moment, Kret,” Ben said, turning to his friend. “If you please.” Naar rolled his eyes then disappeared back inside. 

“Anakin,” Ben started and surprisingly, reached out for Anakin's hands. “I'm not Obi-Wan. Yes, I suppose technically, I am…being that it is my given name and all, but I am not the man you lost. I don't have his skills, experience, history, past, and most importantly, his relationship with you. He presumably knew everything about you and I know next to nothing.”

“Not everything,” Anakin said quietly. 

Ben frowned but he didn't press. “I know you want to stay because you think you'll get him back, but I'm not him.” Anakin blinked back more tears. “And frankly, it seems like I might be a great disapp—”

“Don't you dare say that,” Anakin said, finally looking Ben directly in the eyes again. Ben looked like he wanted to do or say more but he just squeezed Anakin's hands then let them go.

“You have to go, Anakin. Others are waiting for you.” 

“But what about you?” Anakin asked.

Ben smiled softly, “Well now you know I can protect myself.”

“No, I mean… You out there all alone all the time, with no help? Driving a death trap of a landspeeder? Who's going to worry about you?”

Ben huffed a small laugh. “I have a feeling you will no matter what I say and no matter where you are.”

Anakin knew he couldn't kiss him now, not here in the hangar, but the need to was overwhelming. So he pulled Ben into his arms for a crushing hug. Ben in turn wrapped his arms around Anakin and held him tightly. It was so very easy to pretend it was Obi-Wan. But that really wasn't fair to Ben. 

“May the Force be with you, Obi-Wan,” Anakin said quietly into Ben's ear then kissed him where no one could see. Ben squeezed him even tighter. He finally pulled away and looked away. Anakin couldn't be sure but he thought Ben's eyes were glistening. 

“Now go on,” he said, pushing Anakin towards the transport. “Kret will be giving you hell AND me when he returns.” Ben chuckled, but it sounded empty. 

Anakin walked backwards slowly towards the cruiser, eyes locked with Ben the whole time. Ben smiled even as Anakin walked up the ramp backwards, too, for comedic effect. And when the door finally closed, both of them stopped smiling, missing the other too much already.

[average-transdalorian]

Out of curiosity, what’re your too 5 Star Wars ships?

NUMBER ONE IS VENATOR CLASS STAR DESTROYER BABEYYYY THAT’S MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE WITH ALL THE CURVES A LADY COULD EVER WANT

And the rest, in no particular order, are:

Number two: the V-Wing! It’s literally cutes!

Number 3: The Eta-7 Actis Jedi Interceptor! I like it better than the Delta-7 Aethersprite because I LOVE the cutout in the middle

Number 4: the Consular-Class Light Cruiser! It’s just a really good shape for a ship that size!

Number 5: the Arquitens Light Cruiser! It has the cutout, it has the curves, it has a really nice looking engine arrangement, what’s not to love!

[gonkys-database]

You Talk Too Much

Authors note: Sneaky hand jobs in the Marauder cockpit

Summary: Tech talks too much. You can fix that (set before Season 1)

Relationship: Tech/GN!Reader (no pronouns)

Warnings: hand jobs, soft dom reader, soft sub Tech, getting naughty in the cockpit, Tech is a nerd for ships

Words: 1832

He was cute, in a way you never quite thought ship schematics could be. For all his battles, for all his knowledge as a clone, yet still managing to find the little pieces of awe and wonder in the neighbouring ships on docking platforms.

Hunter's orders were clear;

Stay behind and watch the Marauder with Tech. The rest would head into the HUBworld for supplies and procurement. Call if anything happens.

"That is a Consular-class cruiser! With a modified engine! Certainly not legal from the thruster count or-Oh! That is a refurbished Rho-class shuttle." Tech tittered from the command chair beside you, fingers a flurry of movement over the console to bring up the schematics on file to compare their neighbours ships against, zooming in and out as he went.

"Has anyone ever told you, that you talk to much?" You ask, hardly meaning it in a cruel way from how you relax in your seat, chin propped on a fist as you watch him zip between holograms like a child on Christmas with a new toy. 

"Frequently, actually" Is all you get back, Tech leaning forwards as a ship banked overhead to a nearby platform, name rather incomprehensible at how quickly it is muffled by the soft hum of the next hologram activating and the clone right into his next little chatter of pros and cons to its current upgrades.

Hunter said they'd be back within the hour ... You'd have plenty of time.

"And, how often have they done something about it?" You ask next, a boot coming over to the arm rest to hook the tow behind, gently spinning the engineer around to face you, lacing your fingers together over your knee to regard him.

"... I am not sure I follow?" Oh, bless him. Brains of the mission, clueless outside it.

"I am flirting, Tech" You can't help but chuckle as you see the little lightbulb blink on above his head, and hands slowly pull his lenses down over his face. 

"Oh. Oh, I see  ... Apologies" Well, the glasses might hide his blazing cheeks, but his ears are certainly that 'Bad Batch' signature red. Cute.

"... I can go keep watch outside. Don't worry about it" You offer at the way the cockpit fizzles into silence, Tech in some state of probable rebooting. You'd volunteer to help out wherever Tech wasn't if it causes any tension later. Blame confined spaces and good company. 

Pushing up from your chair with a grunt, a roll of shoulders at how close quarters this ship can be but its ... quaint, you decide as you turn to step down from the cockpit only to turn at a sharp little 'Wait!' behind you. A noise that you ever so slowly turn around to regard Tech about, a brow raised expectantly for the rest. He's spun completely around to face you, even if he can't seem to hold eye contact for a moment before his hands become the most interesting thing in the ship and bothered by imaginary lint or a fascinating scuff he hadn't noticed before.

"Uh, no. That, that won't be necessary" Tech murmurs, gaze constantly flicking up to and away from you behind his little lenses as he fidgets, slowly flicking through holograms as he finds his words. "I'm, uh ... I like that you listen to me?"

"Do the others not?"

"Not always. Echo, occasionally, but mostly, no?" 

"That is a shame. You have a nice voice" You hum, stepping back up into the cockpit and moving to take a seat once again. Tech was in the biggest one, and he certainly didn't take up much of it. It was far too easy to rest a knee between those twiggy thighs and brace an arm above his head on the backrest. "I wouldn't mind hearing a little more of it. What about that one? With the gold?"

"We ... Aren't facing the window"

"Good. I'd hate to share my view. Besides, you've seen every ship that has landed here since we arrived. I don't think you need to see it to know which one I mean." You purr, hand curling under his chin to tip it up to you, not about to let him hide that sweet little face.

"I-It's a H-2. Executive shuttle. Mostly for officials or diplomats" Tech whines, finger still curled under that gorgeous chin and thumb sweeping over that plush little lip before pulling him up for a sharp kiss. They weren't machines, even genetically modified and created humans were still humans. And even lab grown humans had reactions and needs. 

And this one was certainly needy.

"As I said, nice voice" You smirk, letting go of his chin to lean backwards, admiring how little it has taken to undo him. His grip on the arm rests likely will leave dents for the next occupant, he's flushed crimson down that markable throat into the collar of his blacks, and panting softly at getting enough space back to breathe again.

"First time on the ship. ... Or?" Oh, you could have quite a bit of fun based on the answer. 

"N-No, there is a bar. Coruscant. Back rooms... Supply closet" Comes the breathless answer, lean legs shifting under you as the engineer gets a little more comfortable, hands lifting to tug at his blacks collar to let a little more cooler air down there. Was ... Was it this hot in the cockpit, or just him? The thermal regulator says it was comfortable, but it felt like Mustafar up here!

"Good to know. And the blue and white ship?" You ask, noticing how he seems to fuss with the neckline of his blacks and decide it would be ever so cruel not to help him out a bit. 

Fingers curling under the hem of his blacks at the waist, carefully helping raise the fabric up and over his head, mindful of the lenses before pushing the fabric backwards over the backrest of the chair, arms stuck in the tight fabric to the upper arm, tugging faintly at his sudden restraints. Someone's headband would have been rather convenient, but one could always make do with their surroundings. Besides, he wouldn't damage the arm rests or his blacks worrying at them like this. It was quite cute to watch muscles tense and flex either side of his head as he tested how much flex and give he had. Not a lot.

Not that he'd have much thought process to set aside for testing his binds, tipping that chin up again for a graze of teeth along that flushed throat, trailing knuckles down a toned little abdomen to another hem, and resting over fabric to give a soft squeeze and tracing little patterns into the mesh. Oh, that hitch and groan above your ear was delightful, lenses pressing to your shoulder as his head tips forwards, and each little pant as you brush over somewhere sensitive is divine.

"It's a ... its ... ah" He's trembling, from the way the chair creaks at him pushing backwards to arch up, arms flexing in their confines unsure if he wants to hang on for dear life or push you backwards, but if he wasn't pink before he was now. He'd make the Emperial flag envious with his current shade.

"Its a ... what??" You croon, brushing the back of your fingers over the mesh beneath you, dancing nails up and down those quaking thighs and listening to the hitched inhales into your shoulder with each margin of fabric explored. The breathless moan into your neck at your hand slipping under the hem and fingers curling around him was probably the most vocal he's been tonight since you took a seat. 

He's sensitive. 

Understandably so, with a life under armour. Any and all registry to the brain would be armour plates shifting, the blacks doing most of the work as dampeners to the skin so, one could hardly blame him for the hitched keen as you start to move certainly checks out. Thumb tracing little circles over the head with each idle stroke, settling back on your knees to watch Tech.

He's beautiful; Head lolled to the side, flushed skin spreading along his chest and stomach, arms flexing where his hands likely fisted and strained at the sensory feedback, unable to help every moan and pant to escape his lips as you slide your hand along him, squeezing as you move downward if only to watch his expression as hips buck up towards you.

"... What was that?"

"Please" He whines, head tipping backward to thunk against the headrest as you squeeze again, legs shifting under you as booted heels dig into the flooring to push more of himself up to meet you.

"Good boy" You murmur, pleased even in his current state that Tech still has his manners. Even if it would have been cute to teach him some, how could you deny such a pleasant request? 

You catch him by the lips again, cornering every hiccup and moan against your lips as you find a pace that has him shaking and arching up against you, heels squeaking against the cockpit floor on ever press and downward stroke until he's silent. 

Lips parted in little rabbit breaths, hips bucking as he curls forward into your shoulder, seat creaking as arms strain to come forwards, and the little sound as warmth floods your hand is addicting. 

Twitching in your hand as he breaks, hot breaths ghost your neck as he sucks in desperate little breaths, and you love the way his body seems to convulse as you gently slide your thumb back and forth over the slick head. 

Just in time, that is the crew entering the spaceport again, over the headrest of the chair. You've got a few minutes before they'd reach the boarding ramp.

A soft little brush of lips to his throat, making a nice little mark against his collar bone as you help unhook his blacks from over the headrest, and you're freeing his arms from it as you rock back onto your feet, running the fabric through your fingers to toss over by their apparent 'laundry' section of the mess they called belongings as he slumps against you, starting to get lights on behind his eyes as he apparently takes a moment to reboot himself into a post orgasmic version of Tech... Its sweet. 

You've never seen that goofy little smile before. You could almost assume him drunk were it not for their location and the last hour in landing.

"Can you stand? .............. A grunt is not an answer, Ships. Can you stand?"

"I do believe so?" Comes the soft little wheeze the second time around, curling an arm under his arm to haul him up onto wobbly little legs with a comforting pat to clad little cheeks, guiding him down that step into the main galley and leaning in the doorway. 

"Hunter's stepped onto the platform, so we have about  .. eh, two minutes for you to put some new blacks on. Can't let the crew know you're actually fun" You grin.

"I'm always fun" Comes the little retort from somewhere near the bunks, storage lids clacking open and closed from around the corner in mission objective of right sized blacks. Perks of everyone aside Wrecker being somewhat like-sized? You could raid ‘wardrobes’.

"Course you are, Ships"

[lonewolflupe]

aLoF Ficlet | Lupe Of Lothal

Here's Lupe's origin story (OR a one-shot about Plo Koon stumbling upon a Force-sensitive youngling). I'm sorry about the lack of conversation in this one, but I really tried to paint a picture of the surroundings and the atmosphere (thus this ficlet doubled the size I intended it to be).

Note: since this ficlet takes place in 40 BBY, Plo Koon is still a Jedi Knight ("By 33 BBY, Koon had achieved the rank of Jedi Master and was elevated to the Jedi High Council." Source: Wookieepedia).

Summary: Jedi Knight Plo Koon investigates a report and stumbles on an unexpected discovery. Rating: Teen and up Tags: Force connection, Force sensitivity, reference to abandonment Words: 1.954k Characters: Plo Koon, Lupe (OC), unidentified captain/flight crew, unidentified villagers aLoF masterlist | AO3 ↓ | > ch1

40 BBY, Outer Rim | Lothal

“Sir, incoming transmission from the Jedi Temple,” the captain informed the Jedi Knight, looking over his shoulder whilst addressing him. The Kel Dor Jedi stood in the Republic Cruiser’s cockpit, a few steps behind the pilots’ seats, as he gazed through the transparisteel viewport. When he heard the captain’s words, he stepped forward and gently placed his four-fingered hand on his shoulder. “Put it through,” the Jedi’s resonant voice replied, a slight buzzing sound to it, caused by the antiox breath mask adorning his face.

“Plo Koon,” the voice over the transmission started, “Are you still present in the Calamari Sector?” The Jedi Knight confirmed their current position, before the voice continued the transmission. “A report was made about the increasing harassment by creatures on settlements, coming from the Lothal System. Sending the coordinates right now.” A quick nod from the captain to let the Jedi Knight know they had received the coordinates; the navigator went to work immediately. “Since you are already located near the system, could you investigate the report?”

And of course Plo Koon accepted the request. There were always more sides to a story, and if he could avoid the loss of innocent lives, either being sentient or non-sentient, he would try to find a humane solution. After all, that was the Jedi way; emphasising compassion and teaching that all lives were precious. And so the Consular-class space cruiser set course to the planet of Lothal.

Once they had made it to the planet’s surface and the Jedi had started to ask around, it hadn’t taken Plo Koon long to find one of the affected locations. They had left urban civilization behind and continued their endeavour towards a rural area. Wrapped in his cloak to shield him from the emerging gusts of wind, he walked from the ship towards the farming settlement. It was surrounded by grasslands as far as the eye could see. It was a soothing view, and by the sight of it, nothing seemed to be amiss.

A flock of prairie-fowl scattered before his feet when Plo Koon reached the settlement’s only road, connecting the few houses the place consisted of. It was quiet outside; he only noticed a Gotal at the other side of the hamlet. The humanoid was bundling together a bale of cut grass, next to a modest corral containing a small herd of nerfs. The Gotal looked up warily when he noticed the Jedi’s presence. Plo Koon approached him cautiously, calmly stating the reason for his arrival. The distinctive short, grey fur on the man’s face surrounded a pair of weary eyes.

Their brief conversation revealed much to the Jedi. Recently, a pair of creatures had started terrorising the normally quiet hamlet. There hadn’t been any casualties; neither the inhabitants nor their livestock had been touched. Instead, the creatures had been taking rather peculiar items from the small village. There had been much debate over the identification of the creatures, but most rumours came back to one species: Loth-wolves.

With his long, taloned fingers, Plo Koon stroked the mask on his face as he stood pondering over his findings. Whilst Loth-wolves had been a problem to Lothal’s earlier farmers, no one had encountered any in nearly a century; they were deemed extinct. The Gotal pointed towards one of the hamlet’s houses, telling the Jedi the home’s resident could tell him more. Plo Koon thanked the man for his time before leaving him to his businesses.

After he had knocked on the door, it took a while before it slid open. Behind it stood an elderly Ithorian lady, her bend back in combination with her angled neck making for an eccentric appearance. She was wearing a somewhat primitive, timeworn translator collar on top of her neck. Plo Koon introduced himself and told her about his earlier conversation with the Gotal. The lady invited him inside, which he accepted so he could get to the bottom of this. She offered him something to drink, which he refused, because he didn’t want her to make any physical effort on his behalf.

Ithorians were known for their long lifespan, and the elderly lady in front of the Jedi was proof of it. She sat down in an old rocking chair, moving back and forth, concurrently with her memories. She told him about her younger days, how she grew up on the plains of Lothal, in a time when Loth-wolves were still an occasional sighting. She told him how the magnificent beasts had rarely ventured out of the Lothalian mountains and the enclosing grasslands, but that they had been slain anyway, out of ignorance and crudeness. Plo Koon could feel a mixture of grace and sorrow as the lady told him about the creatures, reminiscent of a bygone time.

Before continuing his investigation, Plo Koon kneeled down beside the Ithorian to thank her for her honesty and for sharing her memories. Before he could get back on his feet, the lady put her hand on his shoulder and seemed to be looking straight through his goggles. Crackling through her translator came the redeeming words: she had seen the Loth-wolves as a maiden, as a mother, and now, as a crone. She was certain of it; the Loth-wolves had never been away.

Plo Koon let the words sink in as he strolled to the far side of the hamlet. When he reached the last house, he sat down on a crate and let his gaze wander over the vast plains ahead. The gusting wind had died down; only a faint breeze remained. It played with the tall grass, gently brushing it whenever it reached down to the surface. Slowly, the sun set in the distance, and the presence of the twin moons became evident. Where the sun had shone a golden light over the grass, the moons’ light changed it into a velvety silver. There was a serenity to this place; a tranquillity he could only obtain by meditating back in the Jedi Temple.

He closed his eyes, taking in this strange place that felt oddly familiar. A cold blanket crept over the grassland as the night came, and when it reached the Jedi, every exhalation resulted in a small, foggy cloud in front of his breath mask. He felt the coldness creep inside his body, pricking his skin, tickling his senses as they enhanced. He could hear the friction of feathers as the prairie-fowl huddled together to keep warm. He could see the loth-rats nestling in their holes below the grassy surface. He could taste the dew as it formed on the tall grass all around him. He could smell the resin from a faraway spine tree as it dripped down its bark. He could feel..

Suddenly, he could feel their presence. He knew they were right in front of him before he opened his eyes. When he did, he looked upon two magnificent Loth-wolves, towering above him. Both wolves had black fur and were accented with dark, scaly skin, laying in patterns on their face, their feet and their croup, almost like reversed fingerprints. Their bright, amber eyes looked calmly down at him, waiting.

Plo Koon gently arose from the crate, and with a slow motion, almost like a wave, he reached one hand towards the wolf nearest to him. The wolf showed its teeth, but not in a threatening way; it merely tasted the air, the atmosphere. When the Kel Dor’s four-fingered hand was near, the wolf gently moved its head forward, nudging it into the Jedi’s touch. Plo Koon felt a strange sensation deep within, as if they shared something ancient, as if a connection was being made. The wolves seemed content; yes, this was the one they had been waiting for.

The Loth-wolf lay down and looked at the Jedi in anticipation. Without the need to share any spoken words, Plo Koon understood the wolf’s intentions. He walked over to the beast and carefully mounted it. His fingers grasped around tufts of its black fur; tightly enough to keep himself balanced, but gently enough to not bother the creature. As soon as it was back on its feet, both the Loth-wolves turned around and started running. They ran through the tall grass, away from the hamlet, onto the vast, open plains. Plo Koon moved along with the rhythm of the wolf’s movements, gazing into the distance to set eyes on their destination, but there was nothing to be seen. Nothing..

He was dreaming. The stars surrounded him; not just from above, but all around him. Glimpses of his past, memories from long ago. Voices of parental figures, of teachers and mentors, words of wisdom and knowledge descending onto him. Images of former events.. Or visions of future matters? He didn’t know. It felt like he was floating in space, between worlds. Was this really a dream?

Plo Koon woke up at dawn and found himself on the rocky foot of a mountain. It felt like he was waking from a very deep, intense slumber; nothing he had ever experienced before. When he heaved himself up and looked around, the Loth-wolves were nowhere to be seen. When he was taking in these new surroundings, a peculiar sound caught his attention. It was the sound of subdued howling. As he turned into the direction of the sound, his eyes caught a cave entrance not far away. He walked over cautiously, and when he peeked inside, he expected a Loth-wolf pup.

But what he found inside was a different kind of pup; it was a human child. A female, about two years old, her feral, silver hair quite distinctive for a juvenile of the human species. There was dirt smeared all over her skin and she was wearing rags, but furthermore, she seemed healthy. Around her, scattered through the cave, the Jedi noticed the peculiar items that had been taken from the hamlet, such as toys, pieces of clothing, a mug and plate, and remains of fruits and vegetables. He now understood why the Loth-wolves had ventured into the affected settlements.

The child looked up at him, her eyes wide with curiosity and anticipation. There was no sign of fear or restraint. Plo Koon slowly moved forward, kneeling in front of the child and gently offering his hand to her. She took one of his taloned-fingers in her hand, still looking up towards his goggles, his eyes hidden behind them. As soon as their skins touched, he felt a connection. In an instant, he knew what he was already expecting; she was Force-sensitive. “Koh-to-yah, little one,” Plo Koon greeted the child softly, and he noticed a flicker in her eyes. They were as brightly amber as those of the Loth-wolves.

…

When Plo Koon walked out of the cave, the child on his arm, the Loth-wolves had returned. They were waiting for them outside. The Jedi threaded carefully, since he was now carrying their pup, the child they had clearly been taking care of. But the wolves remained at ease, watching the Jedi and the youngling in full anticipation; they had brought Plo Koon to the child with a purpose, after all. He slowly walked past them, thanking them for their compassion and their aid. The child flung herself over his shoulder, watching the wolves as he walked off into the tall grass. As soon as the Jedi had activated the transmitter on his comlink, ready for a pick-up from the Republic Cruiser, an eerie sound behind him caught him off guard. It was the hauntingly beautiful howling of the Loth-wolves, an echoing goodbye song for the child they had cared for. They had now granted him the responsibility of that care.

I read a theory on Reddit stating that Loth-wolves are/carrying the spirits of Jedi that died on Lothal. Plo Koon didn’t die on Lothal obviously, but I like to think he connected with the creatures during this little story, thus making a ‘new’ Loth-wolf appear after his unfortunate demise during Order 66.

[deoxyribovoltaic-acid]

THE BUILD IS COMPLETE!

UCS Venator: 5374 pieces

UCS Venator MOC Addons: 1309 pieces

Total: 6683 pieces

MOC addons include:

- 2 Arquitens-Class Cruisers

- 1 Pelta-Class Frigate

- 2 Gozanti-Class Starships

- 1 Consular-Class Frigate

- 6 V-19 Torrent Starfighters

- 4(5) Republic Gunships

- 4 Y-Wing Bombers

- 1 Republic Stealth Craft

- 1 Republic Attack Shuttle

- The Twilight

- Anakin and Obi Wan’s Jedi Starfighters

Stand Pieces

- 8 Transparent Stands (multiple pieces)

- 3 Transparent horizontal stands (multiple pieces)

- 25 Transparent 1x1 Round Bricks

- 6 Transparent Handles w/ Stud

- 12 Transparent Stick Aerials

- 12 Transparent 3x3 Satellite Dishes

[thegrievousone]

The Republic's Navy Post-Christophsis (22 BBY)

The Battle of Christophsis was a game changer for the Republic as they not only saw a victory over Admiral Trench, but it also saw the debut of the Venator-Class Star Destroyer. Although the war was far from over, it showed that the Republic could fight back.

Now for the changes to the Navy.

1. The Consular-Class Cruiser got a retrofit called the Charger C70, allowing them to be much more widely used in the war.

2. The Anti-Starfighter variant of the Carrack-Class Light Crusier Became obsolete as the Venator came on the scene, leading to many standing by as reserves.

3. Ventaor-Class Star Destroyers: Gave the Republic a Capital Ship to rival the Providence. It also gave the Republic more Starfighters to use in combat.

4. BTL-B Y-Wing Starfighter: Became the go-to bomber for the Republic and was assuredly reliable.

Now on to the fleets:

1.Defence:

2.Quick Reaction:

3.Invasion:

4.Superiority:

5.Escort:

[mid-nighttiger]

why does star wars need to call all their ships 'cruisers'? how are people supposed to know if i am talking about consular-class space cruisers are venator-class star destroyers if these two vastly different ships are both colloquially known as 'cruisers'?

[oh-no-eu-didnt]

Consular-class cruisers were a line of Corellian starships used across the galaxy. Popular with the Republic as a diplomatic transport, Consulars found use during the Clone Wars after being retrofitted for combat. Although usually unarmed, they were easily modified and possessed hyperdrive and shielding. They required a crew of nine and could carry up to sixteen passengers, depending on configuration.

Source: The New Essential Guide to Vehicles and Vessels (Art: Ian Fullwood; 2003)

First Appearance: Star Wars: Episode I The Phantom Menace (1999)

[regnatior]

─ @vagasbonds ⟋ omega .

maroon,   crimson ﹠.    burgundy   spreading,   fiery-patchwork   saturating   forward   viewports   of   the   consular   -   class   cruiser;   deep   sanguine   terrain   contrasting   with   silver   -   coated   mountains.   ❛   landing   coordinates   coming   in.   ❜   there   was   something   sharp   yet   infinitely   calm   (   *   in control   )   in   his   voice   as   words   rolled   down   his   tongue.   maybe   obi   -   wan’s   serenity   ﹠.   duty   -   driven   tutelage   was   finally   attaining   ideal levels   of   fruition   (   or   maybe   his   former master’s   teachings   were   now   an   intrinsic   part   of   his   being;   wearing   duty   like   a   cloak,   and   it   shrouded   him   so,   sharpening   the   lines   of   what   he   was. )   irises   traveled   from   numerous   display   screens to   the   unique   other   passenger   by   his   side,   slightly   swiveling to   face   young   assistant   as   soon   as   proper   landing procedure   had   been   completed.   ❛   alright,   let’s   hope   you   can speak   xi   char   as   fluently   as   you   claim.   ❜   corners   of   rims   ever   so   slightly   curled   into   shadow   of   a   smile,   cybernetic   fingers   reaching   to   activate   ramp   deployment.

[rainofaugustsith]

More on the Shadow of Revan Rush: As much as I'm stressed about running characters through SoR so quickly, some of the class side stories are so interesting and it's good to revisit them.

SPOILERS FOR TROOPER AND JEDI CONSULAR STORIES IN GENERAL, and their missions in Shadow of Revan

The trooper. OMG. The trooper's side story on Rishi is so cathartic. Keilla hated General Garza from the time she told her to kill civilians who had been experimented on, on Coruscant. From there, to learning about how Havoc Squad Prior had been abandoned...yeah. Being able to call Garza out about what she did to Eclipse Squad, and then tell her "you are a horrible person, I hope you get sent to prison and I will testify against you in a heartbeat" really felt good.

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Keilla: Now two hundred people have died? This has to stop. You have to stop.

Keilla: Frankly General, you deserve a lot worse than what you'll get from the Senate.

Interesting thing, the end of SoR actually falls in line with my headcanon for Keilla, more or less - except Keilla's 'vacation' is permanent. After she assists in the evacuation of Makeb, she vanishes and moves to Kaon, outside of both Republic and Imperial reach.

Keilla: Maybe I'll just disappear for a bit. Surely the Republic an get by without me for a little while.

And the Jedi Consular...ooh la la. Master O'a very casually mentions Felix dying (when he's sitting right there very awkwardly listening) and some of the stuff that comes up in the Consular's visions is in line with not only KOTFE/KOTET but Onslaught and Echoes. He mentions a group outside the Jedi. And "betrayer of Balmorra"...well, you can choose not to save the president of Balmorra in KOTFE, and there's that mission they just mentioned in the latest story snippet, set on Balmorra. Frankly I don't think you even need to be a saboteur for that to apply. I think Zenith will be furious with any JC who has a good relationship with Lana and the other Imperials on the Alliance base or was even civil to Acina's Empire during KOTET, and consider that a betrayal.

Master Kutri O'a: You already have many titles: Jedi Master, Barsen'thor, Herald. You could bear others. Seneschal, Hierophant of the Jai Shey, Betrayer of Balmorra.

Servant One: The Hand closes. The rejuvenation begins.

Moff Pyron: Targeting Republic battle cruisers.

Master Kutri O'a: Now, there is a place sacred to the Rishii. Build a fire from the reeds there and we will proceed.

What else? I really like this tree in the Blood Hunt flashpoint. This whole yard with the blue lights and the night sky is actually really pretty.

And I hadn't noticed before but in Blood Hunt, if you mouse over the banners in the 'arena,' it gives you the name of the gold NPC you have to defeat in that particular room.

[sw5w]

The Jendirian Valley Flies Off

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:31:29 - 00:31:30

[blufanfictionthings]

Selfish

This isn't beta’d. I wrote this a while ago and was unsure if I wanted to post it; but I'm feeling brave... I also suck at summaries so I'm just going to get into it.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You weren’t a selfish person. But watching your boyfriend celebrate the ending of the galactic war with Finn, you felt Selfish. You had seen it from the moment Poe had reunited with Finn after the Battle of Takodana. Poe and Finn were perfect for each other, you knew it the moment they told the story over drinks after saving Rey from the First Order. But yet it was your bed you dragged a drunken Poe too.

But now watching the duo celebrate with Rose and Rey you knew that you were being selfish, keeping him close when it was clear where he belonged.

“You alright?” Lieutenant Connix asked as she set a drink in front of you.

“I feel like I’m losing everyone.” You explained taking the shot, “First the people who raised me, then Poe.”

Connix looked over at the group of friends.

“That’s why you aren’t over there.” She bumped your shoulder, “I have a Corellian Consular-class space cruiser back home I plan on using as a transport ship. You’re more than welcome to fly it. A group of us is leaving tonight.”

You nod before standing and heading back to your room. Your bed was cluttered with what you were able to save before you were forced to abandon D'Qar. To your surprise, BB-8 sat on his charging station in your room. You sat in front of him and straightened his antenna, he jumped to life, beeping happily as he recognized you.

“Hey, buddy.” You said smiling at the small droid, you then stood and began packing your bag to join Connix. BB-8 beeped confused as you threw the last of your clothes into the bag. “We aren’t going anywhere BeBe, I’m going with Connix.”

The Droid beeped as he followed you to the door, you crouched down and tapped his antenna.

“Take care of Poe, Beebs.” You said before opening the door wide enough for you to escape and leave BB-8 in the room.

You found Connix at a small ship with two other people. She waves and the two people turn around, Rose waved excitedly from her spot next to a man you had seen around the base but never talked to.

“I only need a Ride Home.” You said, Connix nodded before turning to the man

“This is Alexan.” Connie introduced him and you shook his hand. You introduce yourself and Just as the four of you began to board the ship, shouting was heard behind you.

“Rose.” it was Finn, the group turned to find him and Rey running up, Finn frowned when he saw you.

“You aren’t even going to say goodbye?” Rey asked, you look away. You glare at Rey, you had never been particularly fond of the Jedi.

“It’s better this way.” You said before turning to walk up the ramp, but your feet don’t move.

“Why?” Poe’s voice filled the area causing you to jump slightly not hearing him approach the group.

“Because it just is.” You say softly, “I have a duty, I must return home and become ruler.”

“What about me?” Poe asked, the softness in his voice made you want to turn and kiss him. Anger surged through you as you spun around.

“WHAT ABOUT YOU?” You shouted, “You and I were never going to last.”

“Why are you trying to make me hate you?” You sigh, why was he making it so hard? You walked down to face him

“After you realized the War was over, who did you think of?” You whisper, his glance over to Finn was enough of an answer for you. “Go Love him, Poe, I’m choosing for you. I need to go home and rule my people and you must show Finn what love is.”

Poe nodded and pulled you into a hug, you would always love Poe but you knew his heart was destined for another.

“Who did you think of,” Poe asked, you smiled and looked at him.

“You,” he frowned and looked back at Finn who was pretending not to listen in on the conversation.

“Are you sure there’s no other way?” Poe asked, you smiled and brushed a kiss to his cheek.

“This is The Way.” You replied, Poe nodded and took a step back from you, you felt the tears well in your eyes as you turned and rushed onto the ship.

“If you ever need anything, just let me know,” Poe said from behind you, a grin appeared on your face as you turn.

“Of course, Flyboy.”

[docgold13]

Star Wars - space crafts of The Republic

Delta-7 Jedi Starfighter; Resolute Attack Cruiser; Consular-class cruiser; ARC-170 Starfighter; Eta-2 Actis-class interceptor; V-19 Torrent; Delta-7 with Hyperspace JumpRing;  V-Wing Interceptor; Eta-2 Actis-class Starfighter; Republic Y-Wing Bomber.  

[ladywindrunner]

@mynameisanakin i finally wrote us a starter ( fite me! )

In the void of space, nothing prevailed save for the eerie silence that was the galaxy’s symphony. A battle had been waged, ruined vessels of both the Republic and the Trade Federation drifted aimlessly about what was once a space station, now derelict from a catastrophic explosion.

           It’d been a defeat for the Republic, who’d had no choice but to pull back what remained of their defense force. Trade Federation ships had rightly pursued, high on a victory that was desperately needed for whatever morale remained in their troops. Their salvage teams had come and gone, leaving behind nothing but the reminder that they should not be underestimated.

           A wounded animal could still be deadly, after all.

           For a while, none came to the ship graveyard save for daring salvage-seekers and scouts. People came and went without incident, though there were whispers that the crafts themselves were haunted. Stories strange noises echoing throughout some of the Acclamator-class battleships nearest the ruined station.

           Then, the salvagers stopped returning.

           And soon after that, no scouts reported back in.

           The Republic’s growing curiosity of what could be occurring, turned to concern when the Consular-class Righteous Ambition abruptly vanished when it was sent to investigate. No word reached any Republic base or vessel, it was as if the ship simply disappeared as soon as it dropped out of hyperspace.

With the war now firmly turning once more in the Republic’s favour, their Grand Navy could afford to properly look into what was occurring in what was dubbed the Unwanted Rest. The Grand Navy’s understandable concern over the area and the strange activity within it, was compounded by the concerns of the Jedi Council.  

           Something about the Unwanted Rest was wrong. As a few of the masters of the Council dwelled on it in private meditations, they felt themselves drawn towards something foul there.

Darkness had taken hold of such a place, and while not unheard of, there was no value to be found there for any Dark Jedi or the Sith.

           In search of answers, the Jedi Council sent Anakin Skywalker to investigate the manner. He was a choice that the Navy’s highest ranking officers also agreed with.

           Aboard the Republic light cruiser Sword of Mercy, it was believed that Skywalker, and the crew, could overcome whatever foe may attack them.

What greeted the Sword of Mercy as it arrived was the desolate space-scape that was the Unwanted Rest. Ruined vessels almost forming a ring around the space station they’d failed to defend. The station itself was shattered into three main pieces, with rubble of the asteroid it’d been built into drifting aimlessly throughout the field.

           Seven Acclamator-class battleships were dead in the water, void-plagued graveyards to massive crews. Each was in a different state of ruin, with great holes in their hulls. There were the remains of countless fighters, and pieces of cruisers and light cruisers scattered about. There was surprisingly little evidence of any Trade Federation vessels, but they’d had the luxury of collecting their salvage and dead long before the Republic could.

           Then, on the far side of the debris, the Righteous Ambition. The distinctive three-engine back portion of the vessel was gone, undoubtedly lost in the sea of starship wreckage, and even without a scan, it was easy to see that the bridge of Republic ship had been blackened by a precise shot to render the ship entirely immobile, and without any sort of mechanism of control or communication.

           Yet the attempt had failed, as a transmission came through to the Sword of Mercy.

           “Help us!”

           A shadow slowly manifested over the Sword of Mercy. A single, massive warship never seen before. A dreadnaught by its sheer magnitude alone, it drifted over the newest vessel as if it didn’t even detect them. It was rectangular with a diamond stern and bow, and on the belly of the chilling craft was a circular port large enough to swallow a ship whole.

           The dreadnaught settled over the consular ship, belly of the craft opening up. The light that came from inside was a strange, vile green. Its glow haunting in every sense of the word.

           Massive harpoons shot out of the light, striking the crippled Righteous Ambition, along with other sections of the derelict vessels.

           Slowly, the cables began to retract, and anything hooked began to be pulled into the dreadnaught.

Sylvanas Windrunner waited in silence. Her expression coldly neutral as she listened to the frantic distress calls coming from the small vessel. They weren’t nearly long range enough to alert any Republic forces of what was occurring, which was thankful as they’d managed to land a lucky strike against her ship. Their short-range scanners weren’t functioning, not well enough to detect any craft if one managed to arrive.

           Thankfully, none had.

           Though there’d been something of a blip initially, Sylvanas was certain it’d turn out to be nothing—

           Her eyes narrowed in annoyance as an alarm sounded. She pivoted gracefully on her heel, watching as overtop a central console, a display of some Republic ship came into view, blasting at her harpoons. Her pale eyes took on a crimson glow as she watched a few of the cables snap, quickly retracting back into the immense bay of the Banshee’s Wail.

           A man stepped forward, skin grey, his eyes dimly glowed with cruel yellow light.

           “Dark Lady,” he murmured, his voice carrying a strange warble. “What is thy bidding?”

           She watched in silence, a sly smirk gracing her lips.

           “Jam their communications and release the other ship,” she ordered, “direct every harpoon at the interloper. Once they’re inside, seal the Maw.”

           The man bowed his head before he slunk away. The Dark Lady turned away from the console, instead stepping up onto the risen platform of the command deck.

           Around her, the scene happening just underneath her starship materialized as a superimposed display. She watched as, all at once, the harpoons that’d been so intent on dragging in debris and the crippled vessel violently released, reeling back into the glow of the Maw.

           Then, they all targeted the new ship. An Arquitens-class cruiser, another arrowhead shaped vessel from the Republic. Sylvanas permitted herself a soft chuckle as she watched thin lines extended from the massive opening in the base of her vessel, to the intruder. Ever so slowly, it was being pulled towards the Maw.

           With a wave of her hand, the Righteous Ambition became the center of view. Sylvanas considered it for a moment, recalling all those frantic calls for help, and warnings. The few attempts it’d tried at bargaining with her, and how she’d answered in silence.

           She wondered if they felt some sort of terrible relief. That they weren’t the ones who’d meet a terrible end within the Banshee’s Wail.

           The red in her eyes burned brighter for a moment, and then her dreadnaught opened fire.

           The Righteous Ambition’s communications abruptly fell silent as what was left of the ship exploded.

           The Sword of Mercy’s struggle came to an abrupt end as the closer it was dragged to the belly of Sylvanas’ flagship, more harpoons shot out. The Republic craft was riddled with sharp, magnetic hooks piercing its hull, with little care given for leaking atmosphere or retaining life support.

            Its engines flickered out as it became enveloped in the vile glow from the Maw. A strange, viral power surge overtaking the Banshee Wail’s prey.

           The ominous portal sealed itself as soon as the last inch of the light cruiser was inside.

           Anakin Skywalker, and the crew of the Sword of Mercy, found themselves cast in darkness.

           And in that pitch blackness, they fall. The ship is dropped abruptly. A brief weightlessness overtaking all onboard before the cruiser slams into the ground in a sparking, crippling crash.

[spikeybits]

Consular Class Cruiser Flies in for Star Wars: Armada Last week we looked at some of the new Galactic Fleet ships coming, today we focus on the Consular Class Cruiser! Read More The post Consular Class Cruiser Flies in for Star Wars: Armada appeared first on Spikey Bits . https://spikeybits.com/2020/11/consular-class-cruiser-flies-in-for-star-wars-armada.html