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Post by Commodore Nasa'lja on Apr 24, 2007 19:31:00 GMT -5
Slowly moving nearer towards the planet which carried the system's name, two ships cruised quietly. They was not hostile or serving under any threat, instead, they helped the Grand Republic by actively engaging their enemy. Now, they was returning with the spoils, a convoy of imperial transports which now had their system's slaved to the ships which had plundered them so mercilessly. On board the flagship of the two ships, King Nasalja, otherwise known to outsiders as Commodore, was watching the crystal blue planet draw near. For centuries they had lived with little contact with outsiders, alone of their worldcraft, staying out of galactic politics. Now, with a little bit of inspiration, they had managed to work with new technologies, modify existing designs and develop their own with new techniques. This, with their war-like culture, made them formidable opponents, if a little predictable.
After several minutes of surfing across the black void of space, the ships docked with the Space Station Alliance which was orbiting the crystal jewel of Mon Calamari. Overseeing the docking procedures and transferring of the cargo, Commodore Nasalja expected to have a good week here.
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