18 Feelins Purrgi (1/2)

Tobias was in his office, taking in reports from what has been sent to him by the New Republic Generals Lando Calrissian and Han Solo. Luke Skywalker still hadn't showed up after his apprentice had given away some information. It was rather annoying, feeling ignored or just being set aside for later.

How long did Luke Skywalker think he would stick around in the Naboo System? Let alone the Chommell Sector? Staring at the Datapad which was in his hand, he didn't really feel like reading it.

Glancing over towards the door which belonged to the so-called Moff Tavira, he turned in his chair towards the window settled behind him. His eyes settled upon the outer hull of the executor class star destroyer.

He loved looking at its dark sleek paint job. That was until the onboard communicator, pretty much a phone extension, began to blink. Raising a brow, he tapped it to answer the call.

”Sir, we're picking up Hyperspace vector signatures. 70% Purrgil, but there is something else with them.” Waylin said, his adjacent commander of the vessel. ”It's the size of an Imperial Star Destroyer.”

Raising a brow hearing this, he only heard of one event which could possibly fit what they were picking up. An event which had originally happened just years ago on the other side of the galaxy.

”Why would they be over here?” His eyes narrowed forward and tapped the communicator. ”Is there anything else you're picking up, Captain?”

Shaking her head as she looked out the portview window of the main bridge, she could only imagine what was going to come out into realspace. ”Actually,” she stared at an anomaly which was being picked up on scans. ”There's a temporal flux which is relevant to a relativity shield failure...”

She was suggesting that these purrgil had time traveled due to the Star Destroyer's relativity shield failing, or possibly inverting. In legends, this wouldn't be the first time this happened. Though in canon, it was probably the very first time...

”Shit,” Tobias cursed as he watched the Chimaera come out of hyperspace with a handful of Purrgils clinging to it. This was definitely a sight, but not something that was welcome.

”All ships to battle alert, repeat, this is not a drill. All ships to battle alert.” Even as this announcement resonated throughout the fleet, the destroyers and cruisers closest to the purrgils were trying to make some space between them while firing at them on sight.

These beings were known for destroying ships in and out of hyperspace. Be it just smashing into ships in hyperspace or crashing into them on their way to their jump point. These beings no matter how majestic, were a deadly pest.

Tobias watched out the office window, his eyes narrowing on two humanoids who were floating in space, lifelessly. One of them was a blue skinned man and the other was a human. Ezra Bridger, a Jedi and Thrawn a Chiss.

He let out a soft sigh seeing this. It seemed the blast shields for the viewports didn't come down and they had been sucked out into space. He slowly nodded and opened a frequency to the Corvus.

”Inferno Squad, appropriate the bodies at the bridge of the Star Destroyer, we'll attempt to revive them.” Tobias said over the comms before terminating his transmission, he didn't wait for a reply.

”Yes... Sir?” One of the crew officers on board of the Corvus responded after the transmission had already been cut. They then informed the helm officers and navigators who would begin to plot their destination.

Within several minutes they would have brought the bodies on board the Corvus. While they had been floating lifelessly, it seemed Ezra Bridgers was in a comatose state, preserved mainly by the use of the force. On the other hand, Thrawn was dead as a doornail, death by asphyxiation.

The corvette would make its way carefully back towards the Super Star Destroyer known as the Guardian. It dodged about three purrgils on its way back, completely avoiding gettingscrap on its new paint job.

”Have I ever told you how much I hate Purrgils?” Iden asked curiously as she looked at Del who shrugged.

Del just looked over at her after he shrugged and snickered aloud. ”About a thousand times or so?” He had a teasing tone, but it was a serious answer. Imperial officers hated these creatures, with a passion.

Even then they were still relatively rare to the point that they weren't everywhere. It was only annoying as the death toll was about as high as shark attacks.

”Think he screwed the pooch yet?” Kraytia asked abruptly standing between the two agents. She consumed both of their gazes, a grin across her lips and a faint awkward expression on her face.

”You're doing that on purpose,” Del said as he looked down at the shorter female, planting his elbow on the top of her head. It was rather careless of him, but she deserved it. All she does was shed a bad, or at least lecherous light on the Grand Moff whom had saved her life.

”Personally I don't think he has, not yet anyway.” Iden sneered as she joined in for a little fun. She knocked on the glass slightly, ”From what I remember, he still has a Queen, who's first in line.”

Both Del and Kraytia just looked over at the woman who had spoken. They didn't expect this from Iden at all as she was always so up tight and orderly. Always so serious and empathetic about her own sentiments.

”What?”

”Nothing.” Kraytia said as she drily whistled as she folded her arms behind her head and walked off. She seemingly disappeared behind the doors to the lift, heading down to the bodies which were held in the medbay.

Meanwhile Del simply went back to watching their approach toward the Guardian. ”What do you think his Imperium is going to be like, once we actually go over to it?” He surmised that it would be different than the original Empire. Though at the same time, he wasn't the same as the Emperor, he seemed benevolent for the most part.

”I... Don't know. I'm sure there will be a time where we will be at peace. The warmongering of the previous Empire doesn't seem to be in his mindset.”