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9 June 2002

A New Threat. . . txt


IP: 152.163.195.206
Posted on 06/09/02 at 17:47:39 by Various Characters, most of whom are NPCs

***** Two Years Ago. . . *****

Kuat Drive Yards research platform Isk 12, New Kuat

For the past few months, Krin and his Republic Engineering Corporation design team, which was working in conjunction with Kuat Drive Yards technicians, had been hard at work creating a ship that would serve as the New Republic's response to the Imperial Executor-class Super Star Destroyer. After countless hours of preliminary conceptual design sketches, modeling, testing, and countless crumpled papers, the final design for a new vessel to fill the New Class role of Command Cruiser was complete.

At the top of the completed plan was stamped a single word: 'Judicator.'

The basic structure of the vessel had been determined, as well as a preliminary allocation of its weapons. The Judicator was more or less an Executor-class vessel built with New Class designs in mind, so the resulting vessel was both more modular, more deadly, and more durable than the orignal Executor design. Now, all that was left were the details, from bridge power allocation down to how many sinks would be in each crew restroom.

Taking a break from work, Krin walked over to one of the large, panoramic viewports that lined the research station. From his vantage point, he could see two of the system's dozen Imperial II-class Star Destroyers on patrol, along with their fighter escorts - mostly New Republic X-wing and E-wing fighters, with some Kuat A-9 interceptors and some refit later-model TIE Interceptors and Avengers.

Something to the side caught Krin's attention, what seemed like a slight blur of motion. Frowning, he craned his neck to get a better view, but he saw nothing.

"A trick of the light. . ." he told himself as he headed back to work. Halfway down the hallway, alarm klaxons began to sound, piercing the smooth operation background hum of the station with its annoying blare. The loud noice startled Krin, causing the senior engineer to spill half of his caf on his jumpsuit and onto the polished metal floor.

"Sithspawn, why do they pick this time to do a drill?" he muttered as he tried to wipe the steaming liquid off his uniform.

A quartet of Kuat security personnel brushed past him in the hallway, blasters armed. One of the guards, a junior officer who had just finished his training, slipped on the caf and fell on the floor. Face red from embarrassment, he got up and hurried after the rest of the guards. All of this served only to make Krin even more confused.

Arriving back at his office, he sat down at his console. The viewscreen of his computer was on his logon screen, even though Krin could have sworn that he had his design program running on top. Shrugging, he keyed in his password, brought up the program, saw the familiar dagger shape of the Judicator appear. Zooming in on the section he had been working on, he went to work designing components for the forward auxiliary bridge gunnery observation center.

When a Kuat security officer walked past his office, Krin asked him about the alarm. The officer, who wore a completely befuddled expression on his face, said that it was probably just a false alarm. The two exchanged further pleasantries, and then the officer went back to his station to file a report, while Krin went back to his design work.

Outside, a black, sensor-stealthed spyship detached unnoticed from an external access hatch of platform Isk 12.


***** The Present Day. . . *****

Somewhere in the Dalasian Sector. . .

All was not well in the Dalasian Republic. While Dalasia was strongly pro-Republic, and was one of the Republic's allies, that pro-Republic sentiment was not shared by all of its citizens, or even its rulers. Dalasia had started out as a coalition of five independant worlds unified during a long series of wars. Even today, the ruling family of one of those five still resented the unification process, and looked forward to the day when it became powerful enough to declare itself, and its colony worlds, as a government independant from the Dalasian Republic.

That day was today, thought one of the rebel nobles as he gazed out at the shipyard from the bridge of his personal transport. With a flash of light, the shipyard's external scaffolding and temporary extensions vaporized, exposing the completed vessel in its entirety. The vessel was an eight-kilometer long warship, able to take on any single task force in the Dalasian Navy in a fair fight.

A Judicator.

The vessel had cost countless billions, funneled through hundreds of dummy corporations, dummy projects, and dummy charities to causes such as 'the feed the homeless children' fund and 'the aid to Corellia' foundation. Many of the rebel Dalasian nobles had even dipped into their own pockets to fund the endeavor.

Billions of credits, and worth every last one of them.

From the shipyard command center came a transmission. The noble tapped a button on a control panel, and before him a quarter-sized holographic projection of one of the shipyard technicians appeared.

"Sir, we've finished construction on the ship. As the head of the construction complement, I would like to formally present her to you."

A smile appeared on the noble's face.

"Many thanks, technician. A skeleton crew will be arriving shortly."

A new chapter in galactic history had begun. Let the Dalasians, complacent after years of peace and prosperity, as well as their weak and pompous Republican allies, tremble in their shoes when they are faced with an overwhelming attack from where they least expect it.