Dromund Kalakar Shipyards
The Sygian Caldera
The Bridge of the Harrower-Class Dreadnaught The Maelstrom of Retribution, with her two sister Terminus-Class Destroyers Apotheosis and Kharrid's Vengeance.
Petty Officer Jenks finished the download from his seat at the massive communications terminal alongside the bridge. The communique had specific codes, delineating it to be for official use directly to the Commanding Officer of the ship. "Chief, better have a look at this," he called.
Chief Jordins strolled over to the computer. "Roger that," he said. "XO, ma'am. Better come see this."
The twi'lek Captain Nagi Manasa turned her head from the visual screen, where she was reading a report from the work at the shipyards, where the engines of the ship and her sisters had been retrofitted with top of the line isotope-5 engines and thrusters; the prototype technology thereof would make all three much more evasive and quicker torque for broadside approaches. She returned the datapad to the ensign near her and strolled from the bridge to see what the commotion was. "What's the issue here, Chief?"
"Something important's come in for the Admiral," Chief Jordins informed, pointing to Petty Officer Jenks' monitor. "Look at the code."
Captain Manasa scanned the encryption. "Upload it to a personal device. I will deliver it to Admiral Babbage personally."
"Aye aye, ma'am," Chief Jordins said. "You heard the XO, son. Get it to her."
The Engineering Level
Admiral Babbage had just finished a brief with the Chief Engineer when Captain Manasa arrived. "Ma'am, we have an urgent report from the Ziost system." She handed the human women the personal datapad.
"Ah, thank you Captain. Let's see what it says, shall we?" She asked. When prompted, she scanned her biometrics and input her keycode, bypassing the encryption to highlight the report of the Nathema at Ziost. "These codes are from the Intelligence Minister. It seems they were beaconed to all Fleet Commanders. Something very tragic has befallen Ziost."
"Your orders, ma'am?" Captain Manasa questioned.
"Lord Typhaon was near there, was he not? We will stay as we are, and ensure the retrofitting is complete. Let us keep calm heads about this," Admiral Babbage assured. "Have the Commodore contacted and expedite all supply and logistics missions while we're in the Dromund System. Get the Operations Officer on the line and begin our task with Ilum."
"Right away, ma'am," Captain Manasa said, clicking her boots together.
Five Months Later...
"All communications with Bosthirda have gone down, ma'am." Communications Officer Howe reported. "Whatever attacked Korriban must be using the Kamat Krote. That means that they're coming here next."
"The combined fleets of the Empire stand watch over Dromund Kaas, Lieutenant Howe. Not even the Republic are foolish enough to confront this," Captain Manasa responded. "Get Commander Jest to get the astromech telemetry online for our jump."
"Roger that, ma'am," Lieutenant Howe said.
"By all accounts, whatever struck Korriban could have very well been another Revanite attack like the last one. Korriban's defenses cannot hold a blaster to Dromund Kaas," Captain Manasa explained.
Captain Bere overheard. "She's right, El-Tee. Don't doubt her because she's an alien."
"Never put it in my mind," Howe replied.
"XO! Hyperspace scanners picking something up. Something huge," one of the Sailors shouted.
"The Republic?" She asked.
"No. No ma'am. It's bigger than that," was the answer. The holoscreen popped up. Hundreds of ships were coming through the hyperlane in massive lines crossing each other. Their design was like anything seen in the Core Worlds or the Sith.
"Scramble the squadrons," Captain Bere shouted. "Quick-Attack Scouts and Bombers pronto. Defensive minefields now." He rushed down and hustled to the elevator to the hangar.
"Get engineering to turn this thing around. Battle stations. Get the gunners on the turbolasers and concussion missile launchers. I want broadside ships up and at full power," Captain Manasa urged. "Get the Admiral to the bridge."
Loud sirens screamed through every deck and level of the ship as the Maelstrom of Retribution, Apotheosis and Kharrid's Vengeance joined their sisters in the approach against the Eternal Fleet. The outpouring of thousands of starfighters from the combined Imperial Fleet and dozens of dreadnoughts and destroyers moved towards the fleet with great aspirations, but lacking the coordination and focus of the Eternal Throne. Within hours, the Eternal Fleet ripped through the Defenders of Kaas.
"Ma'am! We're not going to win this. Three more dreadnoughts just detonated. We can't hold out once they focus the field. Captain Bere has recalled whatever remaining pilots back to the hangar. We have to do something," decried Lieutenant Howe to Captain Manasa.
"We do not retreat from Dromund Kaas! This is our home. This is the capital of the Sith Empire," she said patriotically.
The holoimage of Admiral Babbage appeared from the command center. "I have just spoke to the commanding officers of Apotheosis and Kharrid's. Begin hyperspace routing to Ilum. We cannot afford to lose the ship to whatever this force is."
"But Admiral!" Captain Manasa protested. "Dromund Kaas! The Dark Council! Everything!"
"I had the Chief Engineer fortify shields with the isotope-5 generators. We should be able to bypass their field scramblers and gravity wells with the enhanced power," Admiral Babbage informed. "Many of the Empire's best ships did not get upgraded in time and have been lost attempting retreat. We will return to Dromund Kaas one day, loyal Sailors and Marines, but what we take in failure we will bring back with hope."
The human woman's form fizzled out. The officers on the bridge looked at each other for a moment with deep shame and apprehension.
"You heard the admiral," Captain Manasa said, tying her lekku back behind her. "Abandon Dromund Kaas. We fall back to Ilum."