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[b][i]The SSD Lazarus, Somewhere in the Unknown Regions[/i][/b]



Admiral Lez'Kava'Layro, or as she was known by her Core name, Kava, sat behind her semi circular desk within her personal office. The dark gray durasteel that made up the walls gave the space an uninviting appearance. The office space was completely bereft of decorations. There was no artwork hanging from the walls or otherwise displayed throughout the room. This was in stark contrast to her predecessor, who had also used this space has his personal office. At that time, portraits of the Admiral and his family adorned the walls, as well as certificates and other honors that he had accumulated over his years of service. There were also relics and other keepsakes that he had acquired, including his favorite piece, the tooth of a krayt dragon, which he kept in a transparisteel case on his desk, prominently placed for any who entered his office to see. 

However, now there was nothing there that could humanize the Admiral. This was by design. It served as a reminder to anyone who entered the office that had a singular focus, and that was to restore the Galactic Empire to glory. 

For five years, her fleet had remained hidden in the Unknown Regions waiting for the right time to strike. During that time, she had been keeping appraised of the situation in the larger galaxy through various means, including sending spies out into the galaxy with the sole purpose of delivering her the information that she needed to plan. 

To say that the last five years had been eventful would be an understatement. A New Republic had formed, though it was not as strong as it would like to portray to the galaxy at large. Somewhere in the galaxy, one of the heroes of the Rebellion, the one who had supposedly been responsible for the death of not only the Emperor, but Lord Vader as well, Luke Skywalker, had set out to resurrect the Jedi Order. As for the Empire, it had not so much fallen as it had fractured. Former Imperials setting out on the galaxy, happy to carve out a piece for themselves. Setting themselves up as second rate despots to rule over those who would allow it.

The weak leading the weaker. Kava found it to be a pathetic turn of event.

And then there was Ozzel. He had managed to remain in the seat of power on Coruscant, however, according to her spies, he was content with his current situation. He appeared to have no intention of reclaiming territory that had been lost to the rebels. As far as she was concerned, he might as well be working with the rebels themselves, because his inaction was nothing short of treason. 

“The fool.-” Kava spat as she read the information from the datapad in her hands, detailing what her spies had learned of the Imperium's plans, or lack thereof, as it were. “-Old age has not been kind to Ozzel. It;s made him weak. Complacent. This...this is not acceptable.” 

“Agreed Admiral.-” Captain Bryce nodded as his superior's words echoes his own thoughts on the matter. “-There were also some reports of the rebel fleet amassing near Utrost. It could be possible that they are planning some sort of attack. Though, I believe such an attack would be foolhardy.” 

“No, not in the least. Utrost is just a short jump to Coruscant. It would give the rebels a staging ground for a larger invasion.” Kava retorted without taking her eyes from the datapad.

“You think they're going after Coruscant?” Bryce asked, his voice filled with astonishment.

“Coruscant has been the capital of the ruling government for thousands of years. There are some in the galaxy who are sentimental, and will not accept a new government who rules from another seat of power. So yes, it would make sense for the rebels to make a play for Coruscant.” Kava said, finally bringing her crimson eyes to meet her captain's gaze.

“That is...a good point.” Bryce said finally.

“Captain, contact the Dominus, begin preparations.-” She said as she put the datapad down on the desk. “-I want the fleet mobilized in four hours.” She said with a smile.

“And our destination, Admiral?” Bryce asked, already knowing the answer. His suspicions confirmed when she answered him with a grin.

“We're going home.”