He sat in the somewhat small but comfy Captain's Dinning room. He was eating a nice breakfast of Nerf Bacon, eggs, and toast. All followed down with a nice cup of caf. He was enjoying the good food before they went to full on military rations. While they had improved, the civilian sector versions tasted much better, they still had a long way to go.<br/><br/>This was his favorite time of the day. It was one of the few times where he had any peace and silence to himself. Most of his day was spent on the bridge looking for targets they could hit. Lately it seemed that there was little to be had. Most of the military convoys have been been too well protected and the civilians were not carrying anything of much value. The good news was with the war starting to ramp up some it was good for business that some private groups would have to start helping out.<br/><br/>He finished his meal and put all the dishes together as the protocol droid entered and removed them for him. He grabbed his jacket and slide on his gun belt. His two Verpine shatterguns on each hip with a large vibroblade knife sheathed at the back of it. He wore his semi-formal military inspired jacket loosely as he toke his place on the Captains chair.<br/><br/>The<span style="font-style: italic">Outlaw Star</span>was a pristine ship, new so she was quiet and hummed like a purring cat. She was quick and she had received some upgrades. Her single turbolaser batteries had new targeting systems as well as new turret mounts, as well as some extra rail assisted missile launchers under the wings. Her modest compliment of two stolen TIE Defenders also added to their deadliness. Most of the original hanger had been converted to make room for more cargo space so they lost their four fighters down to two. This had made the ship a nice addition to the raiding fleet, the turbolasers mixed with the heavy lasers made short work of any escort fighters and the main guns coupled with two TIE defenders and lock on from Corvette class torpedoes usually stopped any but the most fool minded ship captains.<br/><br/>He watched around his bridge as his officers and mates started to get the ship underway. He made note of his various reports, and made some small talk as he looked over to the other ship and noticed the engines fire up.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Helm, lay in a course following the <span style="font-style: italic">Aparte</span>. Weapons, start scanning for targets. Hanger, get the fighters on standby." </span><br/><br/>The ship started to move forward, the inertial dampeners starting almost instantly as the ship started to cut its way through space. He shifted around in the Nerf Leather seat as he watched his orders get carried out. Relaxing, hungry for what ever they could find next. He was hoping the feast would be better today than it has been in a long time.