Seeing the rebel ship in flames, slowly losing orbit, Governor Ilvatar smiled slightly. She had just returned from a meeting with the Moffs and had been given 3 new Star Destroyers to deal with the foreseen rebel activity in the region. The two frigates simply weren't up to the task of controlling the whole sector.
 "Governor," Commodore Valdor approached her. "The rebels appear to be abandoning the ship. Do you wish us to destroy them?"
 "Attempt to capture, but it is imperative that none escape. Any shuttles leaving the ship should be shot immediately." she replied. Prisoners were always desirable, but the chance of survivors was intolerable. "Once the airspace is fully secured prepare my shuttle and the fighter escort to take me to the Palace. In fact, lower us down into the atmosphere and take position near to the battlezone. Ensure that we have sufficient air support against any bombers, say a couple of squadrons from the other ships and launch our fighters when the ship is visible from the city. We can blast their air support from the skies to shatter their morale, we don't have all day for this. Also, inform Captain Riada of my imminent arrival, I will require an update from her at her earliest convenience."
 "Yes m'am." Valdor walked away to carry out her orders, leaving Satae to her thoughts.
 
 She looked back out of the window of the bridge. The burning ship really was a beautiful sight to behold, a small island of light in the cold night of space.