Helmsman: Sir, you have been granted command under Cracken.
Very well then, signal the fleet and order their depature. We'll plan for strategies en route.
Helm: Sir, you are allowed to take the chair.
*Deac turns and sees the captain's chair. Something he'd wanted for all his life. His father had trained in the old republic academy. Deac had become a soldier to gain experience before entering officer corps. Now he was going to have a ship, at least for a short time. It wasn't like it was really Imperial.
Still, Deac feels slightly uneasy as he sits down.*
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