[i][b]ISD-Blackstar(Hangar-Catwalks) [/b][/i] Maran whistled softly as he leaned on the railing. “That one’s a looker.” He commented. “Definitely a sight for sore eyes.” “You can’t even see her face from up here, or did you get cyber eyes when I wasn’t looking?” Jarael said, squinting her own eyes as if to test her own statement. “Who said anything about the face, get a load of th- yeow!” Jarael elbowed him, drawing out a short yelp. Various crew members had gathered in the catwalks, each of them having heard one way or another that the Blackstar was suddenly taking on passengers. Obsidian stuck together, to gossip more closely, but every spectator in the catwalks were doing the same with their own groups, creating a noticeable buzz. Those on the lower level of the hanger occasionally glanced upwards at them, but largely paid them no mind. “This is an Imperial vessel, why are we taking on civilians?” Blanche grumbled as he stared downwards, no doubt creating an ominous image of himself. “If they took on damage, we could have sent someone from Imperial Center.” “The Warhead did some serious damage before we showed up, they wouldn’t have lasted another hour alone.” Ben said flatly, arms crossed, staring at the docked vessel like everyone else. The ship had been brought into the hanger, connected by the giant umbilical, which kept it in place as the passengers slowly exited. Liam observed the craft, it looked like one of those old republic consular ships, but with an expanded crew quarters compartment. Dozens of scorch marks painted the once bright red hull, he also noticed larger laser scoring where the communications and weapons emplacements had once been. “Why would a star destroyer come after a civilian cruiser like this? It’s barely armed in the first place.” Liam crinkled his brows and unconsciously tiled his head, as if trying to get a different angle on the ship. “This is Imperial territory, no matter what, somebody would have found him. Maybe he was hoping to confront imperials?” Maran said with a shrug. “I’ve heard of that. Those ‘warlords’ trying to build up allies, that might have been what happened up there.” Ben said, giving his hand a shake and pointing upwards. “I’m glad the Captain has a pair, staying with the Grand Imperium is the best choice. Someone has to uphold the law in this damn galaxy.” Liam said nodding his head. Jarael turned her head to him and smirked. “You might want to rethink your phrasing; the Captain is unique in [i]that[/i] regard.” “Hey, you never know! She crippled the Warhead with minimal casualties, she’s got something going on, and it’s not just those perfe-“ Maran eagerly started up with a grin, before he was shut down by a large, firm hand, slamming onto his shoulder. Ben started to speak in his place. “She’s certainly creative, I know they don’t teach that in officer’s school. Under Captain Koumer we would have gone through a lot more TIEs.” He gave a subtle shake of the end as he mentioned the former Captain. “Captain Koumer would have finished it. We merely broke the legs. She still has fangs.” Blanche said, still not looking away from the newcomers. “That’s for the best, the ship didn’t do anything wrong. We change out the Captain and everything’s back to normal.” Liam said smoothly. [i][b]ISD-Blackstar(Captain’s ready room) [/b][/i] It was a simple room, just a little bigger than normal crew quarters, not meant to entertain visitors for long. In front of the right side of the door; was a grey desk with a terminal on top, two chairs in front, along with a small bookshelf to the side. On the left side were two couches surrounding a small rectangular table, with a window to space positioned in front. “It sounds like they’re having a hard time.” The woman sitting behind the desk mused. “Well, it is a bit unorthodox to take in so many non-imperial vessels so soon. The Z-95 is secured in the fighter compartments to make room for the Overseer. The Overseer itself is in bad shape, but the mechanics have it under control.” The man, Senior Lieutenant Mantelli Rousten, said. “The chief had his crew pull all-nighters; we should get hyperspace back in just an hour.” Mantelli said before handing over a datapad and nodded. The Captain perused through it while Mantelli stood silent. “Have you read through this?” “Yes, Captain.” The Captain, Merril Lorrange, continued flicking her finger up and down the screen. “A university with a starship? Ah, the Palpatine University.” Merril thought out loud. “But why would a Star Destroyer attack a school ship?” “Would you like to question the Warhead’s captain personally, Captain?” Merril paused, keeping her gaze on the datapad. “Let the interrogation droids go through him first, I'll go down tomorrow.” [i]It might feel good to see him as roughed up as my ship.[/i] “If it were just rebels, I would have given the order to sink them.” Merril sighed. “But it’s not just rebels, I don’t know who on that ship is loyal to the Captain, and who’s loyal to the Empire.” “And what if none of them are?” The Captain’s brows furrowed, but she spoke up after another moment. “Have we gotten a response about the Warhead?” “Grand Imperium says a patrol group will be coming by to take care of her and her crew.” He stated back as flatly as usual, she noticed. “Then they can handle that.” Merril placed the datapad down and looked up. “Have the captured pilots said anything?” “They maintain that they weren’t told anything, just following orders, trying to survive. Interrogation droids?” The Captain brought a hand up to her chin and looked elsewhere for a moment. “No, this is a matter for ISB, we’ll let them handle it.” “Captain...they would use droids.” “They won’t interrogate the Warhead’s entire crew; the Captain is enough.” Merril said, and then locked her eyes onto his, sending a determined glare. “I’ve made a decision.” She added, with a firm undertone. “Yes, Captain.” He said, rigidly, his gaze straight ahead. “Dismissed.” Mantelli saluted, turned on his heels, and walked out. As the door hissed closed behind him, she let out a sigh.