(wow, you guys are doing great, and I can see Revanchist probably did this many times before, his writing is just sublime. Mr. Puerto, I hope everything works out, good luck to you, whatever it is, my friend. Well, considering the story hasn't progressed much since my departure and Pullpork is still pretty much at the same place, I think I'll continue my RP as him)
Pullpork was standing next to the Comms officer, looking grimly at the screen, which now was showing two capital ships, the MC90 and the Nebula. "I hope you had your lunch, Lieutenant", he muttered. "It looks like this is going to be a long day.". That Nebula is too close to the Immobilizer, he thought. "Contact the Worthy Adversary, order them to transfer all power to shields, and to turn their missile interdiction field on. They won't stand a chance against a Nebula with their quad laser cannons". "Yes, sir", enthusiastically responded the Lieutenant. To him everything was so fun, he was still young, and full of energy. Pullpork felt his personal comlink vibrating on his belt. "I'll be back in 5", he barked, and left the bridge. He wasn't expecting any calls, and he knew that he wasn't supposed to leave the bridge amidst such a serious situation, but he had a feeling this was something important. He took the comlink out and looked at the hologram. He recognized Leon Quayle, an intelligence officer, and an old acquaintance of his. They didn't talk often, and whatever this was, it had to be something serious. "Theodore, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you". Quayle looked concerned. "I'm all ears, commander, but I don't have much time. What is it?". "Our defenses on Corsin have fell. The planet was captured by the New Republic 40 minutes ago, I just received the news. The local population wasn't harmed, but the Imperial garrison was effectively destroyed, there are none of our men left there. The nearby Imperial fleet is 5 sectors away, and I doubt that the Ruling Council can afford retaliation at the moment". Pullpork closed his eyes, he looked sick, as though someone poisoned him. He didn't respond. Quayle waited for a few seconds. "Your family lived on Corsin, didn't they, Theo? Your wife, and your two kids?". Pullpork opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but he couldn't. His second daughter was born only a month ago, he didn't even see her in person yet. And now, Corsin was lost. He didn't know when he would see his family again. He didn't even know if they were fine. "The Rebels never harm the civilians.", he thought, trying to reassure himself. "But this changes everything. It really does.". "Thank you for the news, commander.", he finally said, ending the call before Quayle could respond. It wasn't polite, and Quayle was a friend, but Pullpork didn't have time to be polite. He didn't have time for anything. He slowly walked back to the bridge, pale as a dead man, with sweat pouring down his neck. (to be continued...)