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Vergesso rang with activity in the main docking bay. Space was being cleared for an expected ship. Hoversleds lined one wall ready to take on cargo. In the overlooking control room, a flight control officer had just finished confirming the incoming transport's ID and passcodes. "Dark Nebula, you are cleared to approach and land in docking bay one. See you soon." Bree'tor nodded and tapped for a moment on the control panel, deactivating the target lock on the transport. "Would those guns really do any damage against a larger ship?" asked the officer.
"Nope, it would make life difficult for smaller vessels. But that will change soon. Our main defense is secrecy, which is why your job is important. Our sensor net is the first line of defense, cronau radiation detectors and long range scanners give us time to go into quiet mode. Of course that would mean little if the Imperium knew our exact location. Which obviously is why you order ships to wipe their navicomp's record of travel to and from here. Now, Bree'tor must go down and greet the ship, it has cargo and a passenger that Bree wishes to meet."
With that, the eccentric rodian scurried out of the control room and down a flight of stairs to the hangar bay itself. An array of landing lights blinked, indicators of where exactly to land. The incoming ship grew larger until it filled the hangar opening and pierced the shield keeping atmosphere in. Repulsors whined as the engines throttled to an almost imperceptible output. Magnetic clamps attached themselves to the deck with a deafening clang. Bree eagerly waited across from a slowly lowering boarding ramp while mechanics loitered by as they waited for the initial traffic to disperse before inspecting and servicing the vessel.
"Nope, it would make life difficult for smaller vessels. But that will change soon. Our main defense is secrecy, which is why your job is important. Our sensor net is the first line of defense, cronau radiation detectors and long range scanners give us time to go into quiet mode. Of course that would mean little if the Imperium knew our exact location. Which obviously is why you order ships to wipe their navicomp's record of travel to and from here. Now, Bree'tor must go down and greet the ship, it has cargo and a passenger that Bree wishes to meet."
With that, the eccentric rodian scurried out of the control room and down a flight of stairs to the hangar bay itself. An array of landing lights blinked, indicators of where exactly to land. The incoming ship grew larger until it filled the hangar opening and pierced the shield keeping atmosphere in. Repulsors whined as the engines throttled to an almost imperceptible output. Magnetic clamps attached themselves to the deck with a deafening clang. Bree eagerly waited across from a slowly lowering boarding ramp while mechanics loitered by as they waited for the initial traffic to disperse before inspecting and servicing the vessel.