A
Vision of the Future
CMDR/CPT Da'emon Narshay/Shield/Wing IX/ISD
Relentless
(imrunningwithscissors@hotmail.com)
Emptyness.
The impossibly small dot slowly began to expand into its full shape.
In the faint glow of a distant star, the Imperial Star Destroyer
Relentless crawled through the blackness of space, it’s immense size seeming
to dwarf anything within its path.
Like busy flies around a bright light, it’s TIE Fighter patrols swept
around its massive hull.
Inside the command bridge, dozens of officers moved back and forth about
hundreds of scopes and monitor screens taking readings.
The organized chaos was a familiar sight on most Imperial capital ships,
but the Relentless was not your average Star Destroyer.
Sitting in his command chair on the bridge, Admiral Val Ricaud slowly
stirred his morning tea and gazed out through the huge transparasteel viewports
at the endless space ahead of him. It was 0500 standard time, thought in space,
time had no meaning since the sun rose and set by the speed you were moving.
Ricaud was always an early riser.
He had learned early in his career that the proverbial “earlybird gets
the worm”, and those that got the worm…got ahead.
Shifting slightly, he depressed one of the numerous buttons on his chair
and spoke.
“Status report” he said as he sipped his hot drink.
A soft, staticy voice answered him from the speaker.
“All patrol craft report negative contacts sir…”
As the voice continued to detail engine conditions and navigation, the
same information was displayed to him on a monitor to his right.
“Very good”, Ricaud returned, “continue on steady course and
speed.”
The speaker answered him and went silent.
Carefully keying in his passwords, he brought up his daily schedule of
events.
Almost a kilometer away from where the Admiral was sitting, MAJ Lohr
Zadash was pressing out the final creases of his uniform.
A stout man, Zadash was one of the youngest Wing Commanders in the fleet,
having taken over command of The Fighting Ninth, Wing IX from the Admiral
himself.
A stale digital voice come from out of nowhere to alert the MAJ.
“Major, your Wing meeting is slated to begin in 30 minutes.”
“Thank you”, he replied to no one in particular.
With all that was going on, he had almost forgotten about it.
He finished up his personal things and grabbed his binder and comlink on
his way out the door of his suite.
The keycard slid smoothly throught the turbolift lock and Zadash keyed in
his personal code to allow him access to the lift.
A light jingle let him know his code had been accepted and a soft voice
questioned which deck was his destination. “41” he replied and instantly the
shaft began him on his journey.
Opening his binder, he glanced over his notes he had jotted down the week
before with the Admiral and the duty roster for the coming month for his
officers.
The turbolift came to a halt as the rush of air opening the doors
awakened the MAJ from his thoughts.
He stepped out and made his way to the conference room situated near the
main accessway to the Squadron Bays.