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Governor Rax Tsundre sat in the command chair aboard the bridge of the [i]Judicious[/i], the [i]Vindicator[/i]-Classes knife-shaped bow cut through space menacingly. Less imposing than the larger [i]Imperial[/i] or even [i]Victory[/i]-class Star Destroyers, the [i]Judicious[/i] maintained the familiar, and comfortably threatening, wedge shape that dominated the Imperial Fleet since the declaration of the New Order. Sometimes [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/dd/27/ff/dd27ff569ee712d1aefdd6712a4cdd56.jpg]she[/url] believed she could accumulate enough wealth, or enough status, to get a larger, more [i]modern[/i] vessel. That said, there were systems elsewhere in the Outer Rim and the Unknown Regions whose sector command ships were even more pitiful. A Naval Officer by training, a politician by happenstance, she was the natural pick to govern a backwater colony sector such as Exaron. Other Governors lived in palaces full of grand halls and expensive artworks. Rax instead commanded the system from her ship, a mobile command centre full of the Empire's finest technology.

[color=696969]"Status report."[/color] 

An image appeared in her personal viewer, showing a downed X-Wing with smoke twisting and streaming up through the air as it bobbed in the waves of the shallows. A silky smooth voice came from the front of the bridge, a rich Coruscanti accent. A [i]genuine[/i] coruscanti accent. 

[color=778899]"Two TIEs down. The rebel has been driven to ground. The ship's astromech attempted to eject; however, the TIEs reported a clean kill on it. Ground forces are moving in, they're encountering resistance, but nothing that should prove too difficult once we commit more assets."[/color] The Captain spoke as he turned to face her, reading from his holopad. He wasn't an unattractive specimen, tall and lean. A rising hairline threatened to assault his scalp beyond the boundary of his forehead. In certain lights, Captain Xin Ulrand bore a stark resemblance to a slightly younger Wilhulf Tarkin. A fact, she knew, he took great pleasure in.

Rax lifted her glass to her mouth, swirling the sweet red liquid around before letting it aerate, then taking a sip and savouring it in her mouth for a second before swallowing. [color=696969]"Very good."[/color]

Standing up, she moved herself forward. [color=696969]"Any report from Entralla?"[/color]

He nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. [color=778899]"Grand Moff Kaine is moving assets to support the blockade. Under [i]your[/i] command."[/color]

Rax nodded approvingly, raising her hand slightly, indicating that he should continue. [color=778899]"One Imperial, Two Secutor class and their escorts. All to be placed under your flag."[/color] Now she couldn't help but allow a smile to cross her face. All her machinations were finally coming together.

[color=696969]"Let's see that we have our rebel before they arrive. Show our worth to the Grand Moff."[/color] She stood, straightening out her uniform and allowing the elaborate cape she wore drape down her back. Rax walked forward, ignoring the occasional glances she garnered from the crew pits as she walked to the bridge, looking out as a pair of TIE fighters flew past the command deck. They bobbed their wings back and forth in a sign of respect as they flew towards the bow of the vessel. 

It would be a shame when it came time to move her flag. Yet it was time.