OOC: Ok, so I may have killed this thread a while back..but, better late than never! So, here's a post. Revenge. Revenge was a powerful motive. General Amfran thought to himself as he stood on the bridge of his Nebula class Star Destroyer, Rosetta. The Star destroyer was the more abundant sister design to the Defender, armed with 80 high powered, fast tracking turbolasers, 20 ion cannons and 8 assault concussion missile launchers with a heavily armoured hull and shields more powerful than that of an ISD II. Supporting the powerful warship was a hanger housing 3 fighter squadrons with addition support craft in storage. More than enough to give the 1 kilometre warship the ability to stand against any formidable flotilla. But when will my revenge take place? How much longer will I have to wait? The General paced the bridge anxiously. The Rosetta lay hidden within the atmosphere, of the dark side of the moon orbiting Selvaris as a small flight of fighters and a surveillance shuttle peared around space for enemy forces. Falling recently to the Vong and being lightly defended by the New Republic, any ships left over from the initial invasion would be mediocre compared to the single Star Destroyer. Easy prey and an easy hurt. I’ll have to find something bigger to kill later. Amfran’s train of thought was broken as three white clad figures marched onto the bridge. Two, wore white armoured vests and open helmets reminiscent of Republic and Imperial fleet troops. The third was completely covered in white armour, including a full faced plated helmet. As the three stopped in front of him, the full clad soldier removed his helmet. With a depressurising hiss, and moving the lower section of the helmet forwards he removed the helmet revealing the greeny blue flesh behind it. “Greetings General.â€