Two weeks have passed since the battle of Coruscant. And despite the massive battle that took place in space near the orbit of the massive metropolitan planet, business still went on as usual as freighters, shuttles, frigates, and cargo haulers from all parts of the galaxy came to trade in goods, join political talks and more. But what really occupied the space and orbit of the Republic capital was the Republic fleet consisting of hundreds if not thousands of Venators, Acclamators, Consulars, Arquitens and numerous types of Clone Fighters constantly patrolling and guarding the orbit of the capital planet.
Amongst the massive fleet of Republic ship was a detachment of other Republic Acclamators departing off into other parts of the Galaxy to take part and to resupply Republic forces on the many theaters taking place in the mid and outer rims.
Inside one of the many departing Acclamator bridges stood an armed feminine individual standing before the holo-table and was in the middle of a discussion with her Clone officers, vice-admirals, rear admirals, the regimental commander, majors, captains, and even including a Super Tactical Droid. Unlike the uniformed admirals and officers of the ship’s bridge crew, the Admiral instead wore a suit of armor. Specifically Mandalorian armor, and this woman who stood out to the clones was Admiral Phyllos. One if not the only Mandalorian to attain the rank Admiral of the Republic Navy.
Holding her helmet on the holo-table, her mint green hair seemingly glistens under the bridge interior lighting, the Mandalorian female was in the midst of having a thorough discussion of their plan of action once they reach to the planet Kashyyyk to assist the Wookies against the invading Separatist forces. Before they could even continue further, a clone communication officer interrupts them.
“Admiral.” The communications officer spoke up. Shooting an apologetic look at the Mandalorian. “We’re receiving an incoming transmission from the Jedi Temple requesting for you.”
The Mandalorian gave him a dry look, clearly stating her intentions of not wanting to deal with the Jedi at all but her plans on Kashyyyk. “Can it wait?”
The officer shakes his head in a negative drawing a groan from her. “It’s a top priority transmission ma’am. From the Jedi Council.”
Phyllos groans, even more, feeling a small headache coming. “Put them through. Let hear what those damn di’kuts want now.”
“Patching them through.”
‘Let’s get this done and over with.’ Phyllos mentally thought. Prepping herself to deal with the oncoming headache when it comes to dealing with the Jedi in Military matters.
- 5 Minutes Later -
“You want me to WHAT!?!” Phyllos screeched. In just five minutes into the discussion, the Jedi manage to somehow piss her off again. The reason? Her orders to head over to Kashyyyk to assist the Wookies with Yoda has been belayed and ordered with the mission to accompany Obi-Wan Kenobi and the 212th Battalion to Utapau. The thing is, she wouldn’t actually mind tagging with Obi-Wan but what made her angry was the fact that this order was so fucking last-minute as her ship was filled with vehicles meant for the wide areas of Kashyyyk but no! The Jedi instead ask her to fight in a blasted city area where deployment of her troop’s vehicles would be difficult!
Pushing her anger aside, she had to inform that her troop’s vehicles aren’t even designed for the kind of terrain they were going to fight in. Yet the Jedi Council seems to ignore that even going to say that she just needs her troops to fight without the help of their walkers and vehicles. Before she could even rebuke what they even suggested, the dark-skin Jedi master cuts her off saying that she has her orders before cutting the link between them and her.
Phyllos pinch her nose in utter frustration directed at the sheer tactical stupidity of Jedi Council they kept pulling off in this damn war. Too many good soldiers died due to them.
“What now Admiral?” Her Regimental Commander asks. His arms crossed feeling rather miffed at the Council’s decision.
“We join up with the 212th Fleet, Commander.” Phyllos answered. Clearly annoyed. “Frakking Jetti.” Looking back at the holo-screens of the bridge cameras and sensors viewing the numerous ships traveling off into hyperspace to their destination of the war.
“Set Hyperdrive coordinates to Utapau helmsman.” Phyllos ordered, still looking at the bridge holo-screens. “Alert to all stations to Alert 0. I want our deflector shields at the ready and our weapons hot once we exit out from Hyper jump.”
A flurry of activity from the bridge crew as the place was in controlled chaos with each clone officer going about sending messages and communicating with other stations of the ship to be combat ready.
“Commander.” Referring to the Clone Commander at the Holo table. "Get down to the men and prep them for immediate deployment. Get the transport ships loaded before we reach there. Take Sparks with you to assist. "
“Yes, Admiral.” The clone commander saluted, later on, gestering to the Super Tactical Droid to follow.
Still looking at the holo-screen, Phyllos would here one of the navigators counting down for the Hyperjump.
“Entering into Hyperspace in 5…4…3…2…1…mark.”
Soon her view of the stars in the black void starts to stretch out, feeling a familiar pull in her body knowing that the Cabur was now entering Hyperspace once and for all.
- 3 Hours later -
“-will be our best spot to land our transports.” Phyllos pointed out to one of the sinkhole city areas. “Once we arrived, Obi-Wans ships will have the attention of the Separatist ships allowing us and a few Venators escort us in to drop off the 75th Regiment in. As the gunship fly do-”
“Admiral! We’re detecting an anomaly in the Hyperspace lane!”
“Wha?” Phyllos turns her attention to the Navigation Officer calling her out. “What anomaly? Explain?”
“Unknown origin ma’am.” One of the other officers spoke, looking at his console. “It just suddenly pop up in our sensors.”
“Is it dangerous?” The concern Admiral asked.
“Unknown for now ma’am. We’re doing scans now and reviewing the data.”
“Ma’am! Unknown gravitation anomaly just appeared at our starboard! I-Its pulling us in! We’re being pulled out of Hyperspace!”
‘WHAT!?!’ Phyllos shouted mentally with worry. Having heard tales of many hyperspace incidents where ships would get caught in strange anomalies that lead to the ship either ripping apart sucking the crew out in the violent vastness of Hyperspace or the ship exiting somewhere in the unknown region of space.
She snaps out of her thoughts as she felt the Cabur shakes and the same time heard a loud metal groan emanating from the hull of her ship. Phyllos could feel a small knot tying around her stomach, a sense of dread as the Cabur shakes forcing the Mandalorian to stumble a bit. Seeing how the ship shook, Phyllos swiftly dons her Mandalorian helmet and shouts out to the crew.
The bridge crew did just that seconds before the ship violently exits hyperspace tossing her and a couple clones onto the metal floor in a violent manner. The Mandalorian groans, glad at the fact she was wearing her helmet given how she was thrown to a bloody wall and second being her ship was still in one piece. Slowly getting up, ignoring the ache all over her body, she brushes off the concern questions and request from her troopers and crew.
Her question/demand was immediately answered.
“Hull integrity still at 100%!”
“No hull-breaches across the hull Admiral!”
“Both main and auxiliary thrusters are down and cold! We’re drifting!”
“Our Hyperdrive is down and unresponsive!”
“Weapons and Deflector Shield systems are down!”
“Long-range Sensors are down, Short-range Sensors are functioning at half-capacity.”
“Life support systems are still green and functioning!”
“Communication systems are down! Reestablishing connection!”
“Getting reports from all stations. Reports states they suffered casualties! No fatalities, requesting for medical assistance! Engineering teams are being deployed to fix essential systems”
Taking the information given, Phyllos’ mind was in overdrive, thinking of contingencies and plans to issues to her man on how to deal with the situation. With everything soon planned out, she barks out several orders to her crew.
“I want all essential systems repaired and up running. I want it done yesterday! We’re sitting ducks without our armaments and shields get engineers to see the problem! ASAP! Reheat the engines to get them back up and running! Keep a lookout for any Republic frequency so we can hail them! Deploy Recon probes to scout out the area so we can find out where we are and lastly, I want all those with injuries to report to the Infirmary to get yourself fix up!”
Again, the bridge of the Cabur was in a flurry of activity and chaos with clones moving back and forth doing their assigned tasks, communicating and coordinating with other parts of the ship, detailing instructions to the others. They knew the odds and if they don’t get this done as soon as possible, they can kiss this ship goodbye if a Separatist ship were to find them. Phyllos simply watch the barely functioning Holo-screens, wondering what was going to happen in the future and something in her gut that this was going to be both stressful and interesting.
At least she still has her stash of Mando alcohol hidden in her quarters.
Recon drones were soon immediately deployed from the ship’s hangars, going about through the vastness of unknown space, approximately hundred of drones traveling, marking out points of interests, landmarks, stars, and nearby planets. One of those planets being frozen dead planet that was the furthest from the system’s sun and from quite a distance was a Gas giant.