Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20170213053613/@comment-26104528-20170217003632

Estellia threw her helmet back on as she speed-walked toward the Adjutant's cockpit. Patting her boyfriend on the shoulder, she quickly went back to her seat at the gunnery station. With a stacatto of typing, holographic interfaces and screens came to life. All showed the energy/ammunition levels of the vessel's many weapon systems along with elaborate aiming crosshairs. Being the gunner on this vessel wasn't easy, so the task was often delegated to the shipboard AI. With a skilled operator behind the triggers however...

"We don't know what to expect when we exit hyperspace, so we can only assume the whole Seperatist Armada is waiting. Estellia, keep missiles loaded but power off the guns; let's not go loud if we don't have to."

"Open Hailing frequencies?" Fritz asked, sitting up straight and making sure his kama wasn't too ruffled.

"Yes; let's find out what today's agenda looks like." the Banshee replied. Her fingers ran over the elaborate controls for the ship, ensuring that upon exiting hyperspace they'd be cloaked and ready to infiltrate the planet.

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On the Hammer's bridge on one of the vessel's auxiliary comms units, Fritz's hologram came up. Turning toward who he assumed to be the vessel's commander, the helmeted fellow spoke up.

"Suy cuy'gar. This is the Adjutant; all systems are combat ready. Be advised, our contract and orders are to capture or kill the Seperatist General."