tarsoin
Space over Coruscant-Tarsoin shivered slightly. His ship was becoming a little cold due to the fact he wasn't running his ship anymore. He looked at a meter telling him how much power he had left to use and he sighed. His last remaining batteries were being used and they would only hold out for a couple of hours. He was wondering how long it would take before he actually got any help..if any..- Space over Coruscant Lieutenant Yuthi A'larii sat slightly bored as her Modified Nebuleon B Frigate,
The Obsidian Shield, flew along its patrol route over Coruscant. "Anything at all Ensign?" She asked, almost pleadingly. She had been stuck on patrol around the Republic capitol for almost three standard lunar cycles.
"Nothing Sir." The Ensign replied as he watched the scanners carefully. Yuthi sighed and her head drooped. She had done almost nothing for so long, her stratigic mind was probably getting rusty. "Wait sir!" The Ensign said quickly moving a hand to his ear phone. "There is an S.O.S coming from sector YT-67. It seems to be a small personal ship that is quite damaged. Its requiring pickup."
Yuthi sat up and smiled. "Finally! Tell command we are going to aide." She turned to the helmsman. "Change course toward the signal, we have a ship to save."
"Yes sir!" The helmsman replied as he began manuving the cruiser towards sector YT-67.
"Com Op., Send a message to the fighter that we are en route and are going to pick them up." Yuthi said as she got comfortable in her chair.