<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://i.ibb.co/FbVCgqM/image.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Two hundred and twenty years after the Battle of Yavin, the sole heir to the Fel Empire lead a joint operation with four task forces under his command to combat a new Sith threat which had toppled the Chiss Ascendancy and its ruling houses. In order to obtain victory, the Emperor gifted his son the largest Star Dreadnaught ever built by the Fel Empire. It was even more of a fortress ship than the Executor Class Super Star Destroyer developed by the Old Empire, measuring only twenty-three kilometers in length with over 8,000 weapons emplacements and an increasing number of modules. Above anything else this ship was considered a super carrier, as it carried over 200 fighter and bomber squadrons and could have up to three regular Pellaeon II-class Star Destroyers which carried additional 88 squadrons each.<br/><br/>However the Task Forces commanded by the Prince was lead directly into a trap as they had been stopped mid-way into Sith Space by an enemy interdictor cruiser. The task forces summarily slammed into one another, crashing into other ships as they had been pulled out of hyperspace via manipulation of shadow mass. It was an old Galactic Empire tactic to use as a security net against rebel uprisings, terrorists and criminals from spreading through Imperial space. The only reason this offensive failed the way it did, was due to the lack of intelligence that could be gathered.<br/><br/>The remnants of the Task forces which survived being pulled out of hyperspace were able to move out of the way before the Prince's Star Dreadnaught could entered the fray. They would have been met immediately with hostile anti-capital ship weapons. Many of the Task Forces abandoning their ships and using them as shields to protect the Prince. Some even stayed behind in order to fend off the Sith forces, or commit suicide runs.<br/><br/>It was around that time that the Emperor Ordered the Prince to retreat and to a fortified position. While the Prince argued that he'd be able to hold until reinforcements arrived, he was promptly informed that there would be no reinforcements. They were going to regroup with the Republic and Jedi Order to reform a new Galactic Triumvirate. Their ploy for independence and guaranteed survival had been all but lost. Just before entering hyperspace however, a Sith cruiser collided into the shielded outer hull and damaged several of the hyperdrive's manifolds and their reserves. They were no longer capable of making a Hyperspace Jump until power to the hyperdrive was restored.<br/><br/>An anomaly had been detected several kilometers away, the Prince was immediately notified, of a naturally occurring Hyperspace Wormhole. Its path was clear, right into an empty pocket of space away from the enemy lines. They could escape, but they had no idea what was on the other side, nor if they would make it out alive. Though instability was found, the Emperor over the HoloNet Transceiver, wanting his son to return alive, ordered him to enter the wormhole.<br/><br/>_________________<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Shields on full! All hands brace for entry!"</span>The voice of a man dressed in red and black armor spat out. He was an Imperial, a Knight-Commander, and the Emperor's only heir. The armor consisted of a nano-weave off-black jumpsuit, perfectly suited for vacuum exposure and energy resistance, and a carapace which covered the upper torso with various other abdomen and shoulder attachments, including a belt. Compared to a storm trooper it was a much sleeker design and due to his rank, there was hold trim and decals on the chest plate carapace.<br/><br/>As the ship nose dived into the Wormhole, they found themselves immediately engulfed into a hyperspace stream. The unsteady hum, the creaking of the hull and the straining on the shields. It could be felt and heard all across the ships. While they had no damage to their structural integrity, there was also no damage anywhere else except from what occurred in the battle.<br/><br/>About half way through their voyage through the wormhole, they lost connected with Imperial High Command. All connections were lost. Sensors even picked up that the side they had entered through had closed in on itself and the collapse was closing in behind them. The instability of the wormhole could be their undoing, it could very well had been what would condemn them to death.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Would my Empire believe me lost?</span>He thought to himself, curious of what would be transpiring now that they had lost their constant feed of communication. Prince Sei Fel let out a soft sigh, his right eye twitched slightly as he stared forward. His expression looked bored, though he was a tad bit worried. Walking to the front of the command bridge, he would stare out the forward-center viewport.<span style="font-style: italic">An Empire in mourning... I'd be quite the Martyr.</span>He laughed half-heartedly to himself, in which a handful of officers would join in as if obligated to do so.<br/><br/>Hours had gone by until suddenly the ship was thrown out of hyperspace. It was like they had just appeared there, but something didn't feel right. Walking over to the communications officers, he glanced over their screens. His face was still very much like before. Careless, mellowed out, bored.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">"My Lord, we're picking up various readings on the HoloNet Transceiver. However there are no readings from the Empire on Bastion... There's an Old Republic code broadcasting however."</span>They all paused slightly, the ones that heard the news. They were unbearably confused. The Prince however looked at the communications officer with an expression that showed he didn't care all that much. His eyes then focused on the symbol which was used by the old republic.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Personally I favor this one over their newer one,"</span>he'd snicker as he would walk over towards the sensor stations in the pit and walked over to one of the female officers. She looked over at him with a puzzled face, yet he ignored her and simply stared at the information. The positions of the stars had changed.<br/><br/>Climbing out of the pit, he would stand in the center of the command bridge on the strip separating the control pits. However just as he did so, his senses picked something up nearby. Looking towards the viewports once again, his bored expression yet sharp dark eyes, stared at the antique Sith vessel which was drifting before them.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">"Sir! We're being hailed!"</span>The Communications officer had sounded aloud.<br/><br/>The Prince would point to fingers at him,<span style="color: #FF0000">"Answer on Speaker,"</span>he stated with a monotone voice. Pressing a button, he listened to the Officer as they began the conversation, but it seemed the female on the other end took over almost immediately.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Nice..."</span><br/><br/>Walking over towards the communications center once again and rested his hands down against the console.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Lost? Not so much, our Star charts are just a bit... Off. However we do Have a pub on board if you'd like a tour of our facilities."</span>The Prince would inform her. If she had any auto-defense systems on her ship, she'd probably find that there were several tractor beams locked onto her vessel. Moments later, she'd probably also see three Pellaeon-class Star Destroyers coming out from beneath the massive vessel in a wide escort formation.