Drakador_Chaos
Raasha spend the day like any other; laying down in the small oasis of peace within his chambers as he monitored the Embassy's defensive network complex. The sensor report on the growing outage area actually caused him to gasp in surprise, though his professional demeanour took over barely a heartbeat after.
He wasted no time in setting his contingencies into motion. He had not been idle in the time since the first whisper, the responsibility had been entrusted to him after all. His hail reached through the VSA comms network and across the vastness of space in time imperceivable to the human mind...
//Connecting... bridge feed, Vaiaelon Space Armada Dreadnought Forward Glory, displayed//
High Admiral Atra Stevnic couldn't have been awake for more than an hour, as was indicated by her manner.
Atra: "F13Y3... it sure has been a while since we spoke."
Raasha: "Indeed, High Admiral."
"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I am certain you recall Project QCW3, correct?"
"...Is that cleared for discussion?"
"This line is secure, and I trust your bridge crew's confidentiality."
Atra shrugged "Then yes, I recall."
"Good, it is required at the Embassy effective immediately, whatever state of completion it lies in, as are you and your fleet."
"Now hold on a minute, surely you're aware of the current war we are engaged in? Abandoning the frontline at a time like this is unacceptable!"
"I understand your concern Ma'am, but our sensors recently detected movement on the phenomena surrounding Bloodcult territory vectored towards the Embassy. Unless you mean to imply TIE or its remnants pose a greater threat, or you cannot direct our forces remotely?"
"The Cult... understood, Qunit. I'll make the necessary preparations, you'll have your weapon in two months, give or take."
"Appreciated, High Admiral."
//Bridge feed, disconnected//
Raasha sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Whatever was coming, he wasn't looking forward to it.