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>>687128
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“Very well, sir,” he says. “I still think you're a tooka and I look forward to seeing you die.”

You roll your eyes. “And I can't wait to scrap you the minute I get a better replacement.” Truth be told, you are a little reluctant to replace F4. He's the only person who bothers to criticize on you anything. That is something you might need as an Admiral, a second opinion.

Even if its from a trashbin on treads.

Still, your ship was now docking with the Death Star. As you and F4 started to walk down to the docking port, you quickly file through your thoughts in a mental fashion. Everything from the Academy, to your pre-existing service time, all that garbage.

You're not just here to accept a job, you're here to compete for it after all. As the Empire does.

F4 swivels his head to you. “Sir. Are you confident?”

“Of course I am!” you say. “They're going to give me my Fleet, you are going to enjoy a lifetime of sitting in a scrapyard when I replace you with a cute yeoman, and I get to reap the benefits thereof.”

“Are you sure they're actually going to give you a fleet?” he asks.

“Are you a broken holotape or something? Of course they are!”

…

Oh great, now you're getting doubt into your system.

“Let's just go over your particular charms in fleet combat,” he says. You roll your eyes again. “What would you say is your favorite part of the navy?”

> The fighters.
> The ships.
> The getting to stand around and do nothing while everyone does things for me.
> Other

>>687132
> The ships.
also
>The Imperial bling.

>>687132
>> The getting to stand around and do nothing while everyone does things for me.

>>687132
>The getting to stand around and do nothing while everyone does things for me.

POWER! PRESTIGE!

>>687132
> The ships.

>>687132
>> The fighters.

> The getting to stand around and do nothing while everyone does things for me.

>>687132
The ships

>>687132
>The ships
> The getting to stand around and do nothing while everyone does things for me.

>>687132
> The ships.

>>687132
> The ships.

Pfahahaha! I missed that opening bit at first, nice word crawl shteel!

>>687132
>>> The ships.
Zap the damn rebels and pirates into star dust with the full might of a Big Ship with Big cannons! For the Empire!

> The ships.

You're temped to say the “getting to stand around do nothing while everyone does things for me” bit because that actually IS your favorite part of the Navy. But you figure that the Grand Admiral might not like that answer, so you say, “The ships.”

“Really,” says F4, not really believing that it seems. “I don't believe you.”

“Hey, I scored top marks in the study of ship construction and engineering,” you say. “And I didn't cheat. So how about that?”

“I'm proud, sir.” You roll your eyes. Right, just talk ships with the Grand Admiral then. Yes, talk about the nuances of a Star Destroyer's construction, the turbolasers, the engines, the comm/shielding towers, all that stuff. Bury him in technical talk that he might not understand. Hehe, that's one way to get past a bureaucrat.

Though, another way is to just join the bureaucracy.

Once you're through the docking port, a squad of Stormtroopers is there at the entrance. They salute you. “Sir. We're here to escort you.” Awwww, yes! A Stormtrooper escort! You've always wanted one of these! You always had to deal with those lower class Navy troop escorts, but real Stormtroopers! Ha ha! You suppress a smile and walk with them.

-

-

The Grand Admiral sits across from you from behind his desk. Behind him is the window, showing off the might of the Imperial Fleet, hundreds of ships from the lowly Tartan cruiser to the mighty Super Star Destroyers. He stares through your records on his holocomputer. Goodness, something about how stiff his movements are, the way he conducts himself.

How does someone get to be like him? You could make an ice sculpture out of him from how frigid his attitude is.

“So, Admiral.”

“Sir!” You stiffen up in your seat, with F4 being next to you.

“We need Officers, we need leaders, we need people like you. That's no secret,” he says.

“I'm aware, sir.” You smile a bit. “So, which ship do you need me to command?”

“You won't be commanding a ship.” Oh, okay.

… wait.

[1/2]

>>687232
[2/2]

The Grand Admiral continues. “We have a situation. The way things are, the way the Yuuzhan Vong move through our galaxy. There's no frontline to speak of. They come up from below, hit us where we least expect it. And while the Imperial Navy is mighty, we're not invincible. Your father has given you a glowing recommendation to be part of a new kind of war that we're fighting against the Yuuzhan Vong.” Oh, oh! Even better! “Tell me.” He shuffles three holo records towards you. “Pick one of three to be your Secretary.”

You blink. “Secretary?”

“Flagship of your first fleet, personal assistant, other duties that you can't take care of personally.” Oh. Um. You look at the data records. “Choose one of the three. The other two will be part of the fleet that we will give you. But the Secretary will be your personal darling unless you choose otherwise later.”

Um. Where is this going?

Wait. He can't be- is he giving you-

Nah. He's joking. Let's play along. What ships do we have?

> PROSECUTOR – Acclamator Assault Ship: Carrier/Light Cruiser ship
> REDEMPTION – Nebulon-B Frigate: Escort Frigate
> BLACK HAWK – Lancer-class Frigate: Anti-starfighter Frigate

>>687236
DAMNED Z AXIS.

> REDEMPTION – Nebulon-B Frigate: Escort Frigate

>>687236
I'm gonna hazard it.
>Prosecutor

>>687236
>> PROSECUTOR – Acclamator Assault Ship: Carrier/Light Cruiser ship

>>687236
>> PROSECUTOR – Acclamator Assault Ship: Carrier/Light Cruiser ship
BIGGEST ONE!

> BLACK HAWK – Lancer-class Frigate: Anti-starfighter Frigate

>>687236
>> PROSECUTOR – Acclamator Assault Ship: Carrier/Light Cruiser ship
i'm completely unfamiliar with the star ships of star wars besides seeing them blow up on the movie screen. hopefully i don't make too much of an ass of myself.

>>687236
>> PROSECUTOR – Acclamator Assault Ship: Carrier/Light Cruiser ship

CARRIER HAREM!

>>687236
>> PROSECUTOR – Acclamator Assault Ship: Carrier/Light Cruiser ship

>>687236
> PROSECUTOR – Acclamator Assault Ship: Carrier/Light Cruiser ship

>>687190
missed it as well, watched it just now - fab intro!
>>687249
had to look them up too. Carrier seems to be nice because of fighter hordes we can send away - dunno about actually shooting with it though...

With tiny fighters regularly taking out capital ships in the movies, I take it that a carrier is op as it can attack anyone while being out of range?!

>>687236

> PROSECUTOR – Acclamator Assault Ship: Carrier/Light Cruiser ship

>No Venator or CIS vessels
Its suffering being an old man.

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>>687264
That's what farming events is for.

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>>687254
Actually, it seems that the Acclamator is a landing and assault ship. Not sure if Prosecutor was one of the models optimized as a starfighter carrier.

>>687236
>PROSECUTOR – Acclamator Assault Ship: Carrier/Light Cruiser ship

Out of date as ship designs go, but rock solid and reliable none the less. A tough ship that can act as bodyguard during evac if needed

>>687264
The Acclamator is older than the Venator.

>>687271
There are 2 different marks. One for landing ops and one for space. Both are water proof which is priceless.

>>687276
>Caring about transports
Pffftt, Next you'll say Frigates and Destroyers have rights.

>>687271
Main thing that stood out from that pic was the "Supportive Mothership" bit, I wonder if we just chose the ara ara option, i'm happy about this.

>>687271
just noticed: Why is it a Republican ship? We're fighting those puny rebels!

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>>687285
...Because the Republic became the Empire?

>>687236
>BLACK HAWK – Lancer-class Frigate: Anti-starfighter Frigate
If we know the ins and outs of Imperial ship design, we know the weakness they all share against waves of starfighters.

>>687285
By that logic we should only be picking from an Imperial 2 Class Star Destroyer which isn't even a pick. We just got promoted and their actually good ships are too useful to waste on a project that might or might not actually pull this off.

>>687289
The Lancer was designed to overcome that weakness. I want that on regular fleet duty.

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>>687283
Considering KC had some ara-ara cruisers, might be

Doubt it though, considering we're an incredibly far up our own ass cheater with no combat experience, she should be the opposite to us, somebody to whip us into shape as an admiral

>>687296
>Proceeds to drown her in paperwork

ITS A GOOD PAIN.

>>687296
I can agree with that... we seem to be a bit of a shit right now.

>>687296
>cheater
That's what people say who didn't make Admiral! We have swag.
And we'll make the ship woman work out the tactics, we concentrate on the big picture...
the plan "surprise the enemy with big guns and win, end of meeting, back to your duties, people!"

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>>687298
>Foists the paperwork onto other people
>Your move, Admiral.

>>687312
>Coffee, Nothing too sweat or sour. Hand stirred by you're Turbolaser turrets with love.
>Check Acclamator

>>687236
> PROSECUTOR – Acclamator Assault Ship: Carrier/Light Cruiser ship

>PROSECUTOR – Acclamator Assault Ship: Carrier/Light Cruiser ship

>>687236
>PROSECUTOR – Acclamator Assault Ship: Carrier/Light Cruiser ship

Mmmm... quad turbolaser cannons.

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>>687317
>Turbolaser turrets with love
BURNING LOVE?

> PROSECUTOR – Acclamator Assault Ship: Carrier/Light Cruiser ship

“Ah, yes, the Prosecutor. Not the greatest history in the Clone Wars,” says the Grand Admiral. “But I appreciate your decision. I will let her know.” You tilt your head, confusedly. “Admiral. You'll be going to the planet of Dantooine. It's a system of relatively light Yuuzhan Vong activity. You'll be getting to know the ropes there, and pretty soon you'll join the Imperial Navy on the frontlines when it comes down to it.”

You lean forward. “You don't mean...”

“The Big Push.” The Grand Admiral nods. “It's coming. But not anytime soon. The Yuuzhan Vong are hitting us hard. And right now, we need to consolidate our resources, and expand, and build on what little we have.” Little? You stare out the window. There must be hundreds of ships! That can't be little! “Admiral, you will report to Dantooine posthaste, do you understand? Your orders will be given when you arrive.”

“Yes, sir.” You stand up, saluting him. “Is there anything else?”

“Nope,” he says. “But tell me, do you have a little sister or... anything of that nature?”

You blink. “I'm an only child, sir.”

“Ah.” The Grand Admiral nods slowly. “Okay.”

“Is that-”

“Dismissed.” He goes back to his holocomputer.

“But-”

“Dismissed,” he says more sternly. Okay. You slowly walk out of the room with F4.

Once the door shuts behind you, you look to him. “You don't think he's putting me in charge of Starship Girls, right?” F4 stares at you. “Hey, I asked you a question you rustbucket. I- I can't command girls! They'd all be fighting all over me! I mean, they'd be too focused on trying to love me rather than fighting the Vong you know? That's not productive to a Fleet command! You get that?”

“I didn't even need to say anything and yet you're still the smarmiest human I know,” says F4. You slap him on the dome. “Ow.”

-

-

[1/2]

>>687343
[2/2]

> DANTOOINE <

Dantooine. Ugh, what a backwater. Your Arquitens is already in atmosphere and landing by the time you realize just what kind of assignment you're getting. Starship Girls!? Damn it! They're not the Executor, or the Admonitor, or even Pellaeon's Chimaera! Ugh. This is not something you wanted, experimental warfare.

“I thought you'd love this,” says F4.

“I told you. I mean, yeah, the girls are attractive, but I'd rather be in a nice, cold, hard, ship. Not a-... you get what I mean,” you say quickly.

“I am going to calculate how long it takes you to get slapped,” he says. “And I will laugh. Ha, ha.” You roll your eyes at him again.

The Arquitens-light cruiser lands down on the outpost surface. It was a medium-sized prefab facility, with buildings for small cruisers and fighters to land on. Hopefully you aren't the only normal Imperial here. “Get my things, F4.” F4 will be delayed as he assembles your things in your room, while you step down the ramp to the landing pad. The fresh Dantooine air immediately assaults your nose.

So this is what a backwater looks like.

Stepping out of the shadow of your ship, you see a young girl with silver hair resting on her shoulders. Her hair is pulled back a bit with hairclips in the shape of the Open Circle Fleet emblem. Her uniform is a simple grey blouse, with a flowing black pleated miniskirt, and around her collar is a red ribbon. She looks at you with somewhat fearful eyes as you approach.

And when you do, you ask, “Aren't you going to salute me?”

She gasps, then immediately salute. “Sorry, sir,” she says with a very quiet and gentle voice.

“It's fine.” You salute her back, then allow her to drop her salute. She relaxes a little. “So. You're the Prosecutor.”

“Yes, sir.” She nods a bit, glancing away. “I-... I'm sorry if I am not capable in my duties. My big sister Resolute or Arrestor are much more capable than me but they're not here so...”

“Sir.” F4 rolls down the ramp, with a towing trailer attached to carry your bags. “Your things.” Prosecutor yelps, then immediately hides behind you, clutching you tight. Um. F4 rolls towards you. “What's her problem? She never seen a droid before?”

> “Get off me, Prosecutor.”
> “You scared of droids?”
> “Let's just get my orders and get this over with.'
> Other

>>687346
> “You scared of droids?”

>Its a little shy Warship

Its time to test her reactor and ensure she's working at 100%

>>687346
>> “You scared of droids?”
Let's be nice to her.

>>687346
>> “You scared of droids?”
Nearly taken over by the CIS once, so that makes sense

>>687351
Hot

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>>687351

>>687346
>>687349
Matches my thoughts right now.

>>687346
> “You scared of droids?”

>>687354
>>687353
Can you please explain it to me? The innuendo's just flown right over my head

>>687346
>“You scared of droids?”

If she is, and she misbehaves, we can bully her with F4.

>>687346
> “You scared of droids?”

>>687346
>> “Get off me, Prosecutor.”

>>687346
"It didn't take Prosecutor two minutes before jumping me. F, I told you this would happen, right?"

>“You scared of droids?”

Aw she must be traumatized from the Clone Wars

>>687377
Ah, that's a good explanation!

>>687381
A lot of old Clone Wars ship have some lingering trauma from the Clone Wars, but Prosecutor has it worse.

You'll understand if you ever played Republic Commando.

>>687381
Remember the second mission of Republic Commando, the one where you have to defend a ship from being taken over by the Separatists?

Prosecutor was that ship.

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Prosecutor

For those who are unaware

>>687377
add a head pat - the Admiral can give moral support.
>>687383
>>687386
Looked it up, watched a let's-play: nice ship! Just exchange the huge amound of plain gray walls for something more pleasant.

>>687394
>add a head pat
I second this

>>687394
I can get behind the headpats as well.

Also, the physical ships still exist, right? Are the girls are just like physical manifestations of their souls?

> “You scared of droids?”

“Are you scared of droids, Prosecutor?” you ask.

“Er... they uh...” Prosecutor clears her throat, slowly slinking behind you. “They make me feel uncomfortable.”

You look at F4. “You see what you did? You're scaring the poor girl. I should have you scrapped, F4.”

“If it weren't for my inhibitors and because we're friends, I'd probably kill you,” says F4. “Your orders, Admiral?”

Oh right. “Prosecutor. If you would mind gathering the other two girls on base and bringing them to my office? And if you could actually lead me to my office too?” Prosecutor nods, and quickly motions you to follow her. She'll take the lead, with you forming a shield between her and F4. She walks a bit nervously, occasionally looking back at you and F4 as she does. She's probably a little paranoid, no worries.

Besides, she's got quite the short skirt. Yes, she does. F4 bumps into you. “Hey!”

“Eyes on the road,” he says.

-

-

You sit behind your nice wooden desk, built out of the same trees that populate Kashyyyk in fact. Those Wookiees sure know their carpentry. And this chair as well, real Trandoshan leather. Haha! Those aliens are good for something after all. You pat your arm rests, grinning as you look out the window. It's not a bad view. You get the base, and your ship on the landing pad, and you get the whole landscape of Dantooine. Flowing green grass and hills as far as the eye can see.

Pretty boring.

[1/2]

>>687406
If we're going by KC, then the girls ARE the ships and can summon their gear onto them at will.

The girl controlling a physical ship is more Arpeggio

>>687408
[2/2]

The three ship girls come in and salute you. You stand up and salute back.

You know Prosecutor.

Next to her is a taller girl, with a dress that reveals her very slender waist and emphasizes her full hips and chest. The dress is cut out to show off the skin, cut down to a narrow strip of cloth between the chest and the skirt in fact. On her belt are several bacta capsules, and her hands white gloves, and her legs covered up by red thigh highs as well. She brushes back her blonde hair, capped by a hat used by Rebel infiltrators of the past. “Redemption, reporting sir.”

The next girl is Black Hawk. She wears a black minidress in the style of the Imperial Officers. She's much shorter and even a little younger than Prosecutor, with long black hair, and a grey alice band pulling it back topped off with a little Satelitte next to her ear. She wears white gloves like Redemption, and wears knee high boots to cap herself off. Very energetically, she says, “Black Hawk, reporting as ordered, sir!”

“So... this is my first fleet of... Starship Girls.” You sit back in your chair, smiling at all of them. The three of them continue to stand at attention. “Right. F4, orders.”

F4 rolls up to you, and prints a holodisc for you. You place it into your computer.

> CURRENT ORDERS
> ELIMINATE YUUZHAN VONG ESCORT-CLASS SHIPS IN SYSTEM
> ESTABLISH SAFE ZONE FOR REINFORCEMENTS
> BUILD UP STARSHIP GIRL FLEET, MORE SOUL CRYSTALS FOR BUILDING STARSHIP GIRLS CAN BE RETRIEVED BY ELIMINATING LARGER YUUZHAN VONG SHIPS.

Alright.

Prosecutor looks to you. “What are your orders, sir?”

> “Show me around. We can relax a little.”
> “Get set for a combat mission.”
> “Eh. Just walk around, be cute. I'll just be here doing things.”
> Other

ShipGirls

The fuck is this shit

>>687414
>> “Show me around. We can relax a little.”
No reason to jump into battle straight away. We should get to know our girls first.

>>687419
starwars x that ship girl thing i forgot the name of

>>687419
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kantai_Collection
Star Wars edition. If that doesn't interest you you can always just close the tab and ignore it.

>>687414
>> “Show me around. We can relax a little.”

>>687414
> “Show me around. We can relax a little.”

>>687422
Im going to do just that

glhf

>>687414

> “Show me around. We can relax a little.”
> Other Training in a few hours, i'd like to see some of what you're capable of.

> “Show me around. We can relax a little.”

>>687414
>>> “Show me around. We can relax a little.”
They can tell us about their ship status, supplies, assault troops, fighters - all fully stocked or did the Imperial logistics department lag behind? We won't attack before we're fully stocked, right?!

>>687414
>show me around and lets get to know each other
>training in a few hours

>>687410
So they're super-tiny ships? And we can't board them?

I just realized that odds are all CIS ships will have a burning hate towards the Vong because the Vong hate everything related to machines/computers/ect

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>>687444
We don't know. Some put them as 'ships in human form' while others make it 'girls with the souls, memories and equipment of ships'

And the only people who can board shipgirls are fairies, who are MAYBE the souls of their previous crewmen in mini-man form, depending on whichever quest/fanfic/art/light novel/manga you're reading

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>>687448
And I've just realized that the Malevolence could come back as a shipgirl to hate both the Empire and the Vong and have her own Grievous fairy

Or is there some SSD-scale CIS ship I don't know about?

> “Show me around. We can relax a little.”

“How about you girls show me around?” you ask. “Perhaps we can train you girls a bit later so I can get an idea of how each of you operate. Understand?”

Black Hawk smacks her hand on your desk, grinning. “We'd love to, Admiral! The outpost is so wizard! We've got everything a Starship Girl fleet needs! Come on!” She quickly bolts out the door.

Redemption smiles at you. “She's very energetic. Come along, Admiral.” You stand up, then follow Prosecutor and Redemption out. F4 makes to follow you, but you stop him. You motion the girls to meet you outside, and thus they leave you.

“Stop right there, F4.” He swivels his dome, confused. “I need you to stay here. Keep the log books checked, make sure you catch calls from the Grand Admiral or perhaps even the Emperor or Darth Vader. Do you understand?”

“You're only keeping me back because yo want a choice to charge their loading ramps, don't you,” he asks.

“Well, in not so many words, just get in the corner.” He makes a low beep of frustration, then goes to sit in the corner. Later, droid. You got a date with some Starship Girls!

-

-

> THE DOCK <

“This is the Dockyard!” yells Black Hawk. Before you stretches a very lavish bathhouse, with a central communal bath, with many other little pens for individual people. Clean porcelain and granite mark the interior, and this seems to be more of... luxury thing than an actual military installation. You look around, scrunching your face at the humid air as fresh glowing water is set out in the baths. “Here we fix ourselves after we get damaged in battle! A nice fresh bath is really all we need!”

“So you just sit here and bath yourselves to get fixed,” you say.

“Oh, no, no,” says Redemption. “Sometimes we come here just when we need a bath.” Oh. Right. “The water is a mixture of a bacta, kolto, and clean hot water, along with a special touch from the Crystals used to build us, Admiral. However, depending on the damage we take, it does take very long to repair us.”

Prosecutor however says, “I can begin work on acquiring Instant Repair Buckets however.” Wait. Huh?

You fold your arms, sighing. “Okay, what else is there?”

[1/2]

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>>687479
[2/2]

-

-

> THE TRAINING ROOM <

The Training Room is essentially the Well, derived from an old Clone Wars training system used for Clone cadets. Here, the Well is in zero gravity, as expected for space, and is a modular room designed to present any number of scenarios to your Starship Girls for the purpose of training them without wasting precious resources. “Yeah, we have no idea what this room is for,” says Black Hawk. “But I like to have fun with it! I get to shoot starfighters all day long in this room!”

“Right,” you say. You fold your arms. “Prosecutor?”

She quickly says, “I'll schedule a training session when you feel ready, Admiral.”

-

-

> THE FACTORY <

The not very imposing Factory building is just a square prefab structure. However, all the girls seem afraid to go in and see what it is. “Uh. So this is the Factory?” They all nod, shivering and shuddering in its appearance. Even the cool headed Redemption seems scared to go in. “Why are you all so scared?”

Redemption says, “Arc Hammer lives in there.”

Who?

“Arc Hammer!” says Prosecutor. “She builds all of our equipment. But she really hates it if you touch her stuff, so we just keep outside of it. This is actually the closest I've even come to the Factory! She really, really, scares me!” She quickly hides behind Redemption and Black Hawk. "Please don't make me go in there, Admiral! Please!"

> “Ah, don't be such tookas. Let's go in and greet her.”
> “Fine, stay here. I'll go in.”
> “I guess we can skip this then.”
> Other

>>687473
Not that I'm aware of, Though their was more then on Malevolence to be built. So I can't wait for Yandere? I think is the term starsluts.

>>687483

> “Ah, don't be such tookas. Let's go in and greet her.”

>>687483
> “Fine, stay here. I'll go in.”

>>687483
Fly solo.

>>687483
>> “Fine, stay here. I'll go in.”

>>687483
>> “Ah, don't be such tookas. Let's go in and greet her.”
We're going to pick up every prototype that isn't bolted down.

>>687483
> “Fine, stay here. I'll go in.”

>>687483
> “Ah, don't be such tookas. Let's go in and greet her.”
Touch all of Arc Hammer.

>>687483
> “Fine, stay here. I'll go in.”

>>687483
>“Ah, don't be such tookas. Let's go in and greet her.”

My Little Arc Hammer Can't be this Cute!

>>687508
>Little Arc Hammer
>9.6km long
UH, ANON DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND HERE. SHE'S A BIG GIRL.

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>>687514

>>687518
She is, my BB is only 3.1km

>>687522
Uh no, if you knew scale you'd understand what it implies.

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>>687522
Arc Hammer is long and straight, so she's probably unnaturally tall and thin and towers over everybody

>>687528
Ok my bad

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>>687528
I feel like I know exactly who we're about to meet.

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>>687528
so... a bit like pic related with multi-mile long legs?

>>687537
that sounds like our good ol F4 already.

...i surprised he hasn't threatened us with... whatever imperial has for MP.

>>687538
I didn't expect to get hard at that. I want her to look like that now. Thanks anon.

>>687541
Starship girls are of legal age anon!

Actually, I've just realized that destroyers are teenagers/lolis, but Star Destroyers are absolutely fucking huge. What size would an Imperial-class shipgirl be?

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> “Fine, stay here. I'll go in.”

“Fine, stay here,” you say. “I'll introduce myself like a proper gentleman.” You huff, stepping through the factory door. Here we go.

The door suddenly shuts behind you, covering you in pitch black darkness. Uh. The lights come on, now showing dozens of scrap piles of durasteel, computer and droid parts, and much much more. Huh. Well, she certainly keeps the place organized, hehe. Eh, no ones around to hear your mental jokes. Not even F4. You walk around, looking at all the parts and stuff. A few mouse droids whistle by you, squeaking along and carrying some scrap bits on top of themselves. Feh, pests.

You shake your head, continuing to walk around. “Who are you?” You freeze, then step back and look to your right. Standing there, holding a spare motivator, is Arc Hammer herself. Her black minidress is straight, with white trim along the skirt as well. But her legs, good god her legs. There were like half of her body length! And those white stockings as well. Good god. You can't take your eyes of them. “Excuse me, I asked you a question.” You bring your eyes up to her face. Her long blonde hair drops even past her skirt, with her bangs covering her left eye, the other showing a bright blue eye. On top of her head was a set of red-eyed goggles, and on her bare arms were metallic plates with conveyor belts along them it seems.

You sigh, looking up at her. She has at least three solid inches on you. “I'm your new Admiral. You must be Arc Hammer.”

“I trust you didn't touch anything when you came in.” She leans. “I don't like it when people touch my stuff.”

“Now, hey.” You hold up your hand, and sternly address her. “All this is property of the Imperial Navy, and I happen to be your superior...” You look down at her legs again. So long, so slender. “And uh...” She clears her throat, and you look up at her again. “So you build things here, right?”

“I build equipment and modifications along with overseeing the construction of new Starship Girls, yes,” she says. Okay, okay, that's good.

You blink, looking to one of the scrap piles. Sitting amongst the scrap are what appear to be little black stormtroopers. They sit around, buzzing and carrying some scrap plates to be stored onto the pile. Um. So are those the fairies you hear so little about? They're so tiny. And yet- You reach out for them.

Arc Hammer yells, “Wait, don't-” The fairies immediately scatter, but one of them bumps into something. This causes the pile to shake, and immediately topple over.

On top of you.

“... this is what happens when you try to touch my things, Admiral.” Oh goodness sake. You can hardly breathe with this stuff on top of you!

> “I'm sorry.”
> “Get this off of me!”
> “Would you do me a favor and get the other girls in here?”
> Other

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>>687545
She would probably follow the same idea of the Yamato in Kancolle
>pic related

>>687560
>> “Get this off of me!”

>>687560
>> “I'm sorry.”
We absolutely had this coming.

>>687560
> “I'm sorry.”
> “Get this off of me!”

>>687560
> “I'm sorry.”

>>687571
>>687560
>“I'm sorry.”
This was 100% our own fault.

>>687560
Flail uselessly.

>>687560
> “I'm sorry.”

>>687560

> “I'm sorry.”
>Flail

>>687560
>“Would you do me a favor and get the other girls in here?”

> “I'm sorry.”

You sigh deeply. How did it come to this. You're a student of the Carida Academies, you passed with the highest marks, your father is a decorated Captain in the Navy. And now you're buried in rubble being accosted by a leggy Starship Girl. “I'm sorry,” you say. “I-” Suddenly a bit of metal bashes you in the head. “Yow! Agh!”

“Let's get this stuff off of you,” says Arc Hammer. She leans over you and oh hello, that is a short skirt.

Suddenly the door flies open. “LET HIM GO, ARC HAMMER!” yells Prosecutor. She rushes up to Arc Hammer, surprised as can be. Black Hawk and Redemption peek around the corner to see Prosecutor challenge Arc Hammer with nothing but a pair of fists and her own gumption. “I'll fight you if I have to!” She shuts her eyes, looking away as she holds up her fists.

Arc Hammer looks at you. “My Secretary.” She nods, then proceeds to lift the debris off of you. Some mice droids and fairies proceed to clean up any remains. You take care not to step on any of them. Who knows what she'll do. “Thank you for attempting to rescue me, Prosecutor.” She nods, still visibly afraid of Arc Hammer as she cowers behind you.

“Next time, be more mindful,” says Arc Hammer. “I have many parts in this workshop to work with and they are not for the average person to simple manhandle. They're very dangerous.” She folds her arms, looking down on you.

“Right, right...” You rub your head. Ugh.

“Oh, Admiral!” Redemption comes towards you, putting her hand on your head. “Oh, you have a bruise!” Do you? She takes a bacta capsule from her belt, then gently dabs a bit of bacta onto your head. “Awww, you poor thing.” Oh, uh... You look down at her chest, then nod slowly. Yes, yes, you're very poor and wretched, hehe. “Here, let Redemption kiss that better for you.” She gently pecks your forehead, and immediately you shudder. Oh goodness, Redemption.

“Demp!” Black Hawk whines to her. “He's fine!”

“Oh, but look at him, he's so pathetic!” says Redemption. Wait, what? Prosecutor simply stands to the side, unable to really do anything else it seems.

Suddenly, F4 wheels himself into the room. “Admiral. You have a message.”

“Can this wait?” You look at Redemption, smirking a bit.

“It's from Lord Vader.”

…

It can't wait.

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>>687663
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You and your ship girls (even Arc Hammer) stand in front of the holo console, where a very large and imposing hologram of Darth Vader addresses you. Beside him are the Starship Girls, SSD Executor, a huge busty girl that matches him in size, and the Venator-class Star Destroyer Resolute, a much more elegantly attractive girl still wearing the markings of the Open Circle Fleet. “Admiral. I have received reports of Yuuzhan Vong activity in your sector.”

You sweat a little. “Yes, Lord Vader. I know. I was just-”

“I am ordering you to start offensive operations,” he says. Oh, but, you haven't even practiced with the girls yet- “And I expect results, Admiral. Should things go well for you, I will send you Resolute to reinforce your fleet.”

Resolute smiles at you. “I will look forward to working with you, Admiral.” The way that dress opens up, baring her cleavage, her midriff, and everything down to the belt, oh so do you.

“Rest assured, you will defeat the Yuuzhan Vong,” says Lord Vader. “Or you will be replaced.” His transmission cuts out.

Prosecutor blinks, looking around. “A-... Admiral?”

> You still have time you think. Get in a quick practice round THEN offensive operations.
> ALL HANDS TO ACTION STATIONS
> “Ah, forget Lord Vader. Let's have a meal together, girls!”
> Other

>>687666
>> You still have time you think. Get in a quick practice round THEN offensive operations.
I want to make Ozzel joke but i realize it might hasn't happened yet now.

>>687666
> You still have time you think. Get in a quick practice round THEN offensive operations.

Rushing things could get our girls killed, while disobeying Vader could get us killed, so we have to strike a balance.

>>687666
>> You still have time you think. Get in a quick practice round THEN offensive operations.
We aren't losing our girls because we jumped into combat unprepared. A short training round will let us see their skills.

Also, nice devil trips.

>>687666
> You still have time you think. Get in a quick practice round THEN offensive operations.

>>687666
> You still have time you think. Get in a quick practice round THEN offensive operations.

Just a quick warmup and out to fight!

>>687666

> You still have time you think. Get in a quick practice round THEN offensive operations.

>>687666
>> You still have time you think. Get in a quick practice round THEN offensive operations.

>>687666
> You still have time you think. Get in a quick practice round THEN offensive operations.
can Arc even fight?

>>687699
>The Arc Hammer was equipped with enough weaponry to defend itself in space battles.
This is from the wiki. She has Turbolasers, Ion Cannons, and Concussion Missiles, and while it probably wouldn't be ideal to put her on the front line, she can defend herself.

>>687714
so... back line with prosecutor while the other two go out front?

>>687666
> ALL HANDS TO ACTION STATIONS
I feel like people should be more aware of the fact that you do not stall Vader, nor ignore his orders unless you fancy enjoying a refreshing can of Diet Choke.

>>687729
> enjoying a refreshing can of Diet Choke.

laughed too hard at that. thanks anon

>>687723
Yes, that would probably be best considering our biggest ship after her is an Acclamator, Arc will be too useful to sit out purely because of the number of guns she has.

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>>687729
Don't worry about it.

> You still have time you think. Get in a quick practice round THEN offensive operations.

-

-

“Alright, basic stuff.” You and F4 take the controls of the Well, with the girls all standing down in the bottom of it. Even Arc Hammer you drafted to be part of it as well, seeing as how she's the biggest and according to the logs of the actual ship she represents, she's supposed to be decently well-armed. She even comes with missile scrambling technology which should be good. “Me and F4 are gonna throw some basic escort-class cruisers at you. Nothing too big.”

Prosecutor as the flagship wears a red armband on her arm. She raises it. “What formation do you want, Admiral?”

“Two lines. Redemption and Black Hawk in front, Prosecutor and Arc Hammer behind. Keep the formation tight so you can cover each other from fighters, Black Hawk especially will keep you safe. Got it?” you ask. That should be the theoretically safe option.

You start the simulation. The girls take the formation. The demonic spiky forms of small escort-cruisers pop out of gaps in the walls, six of them total, and start to assail the girls from three directions with two a piece. One frontal assault, two flank assaults.

Prosecutor clears her throat. “O-... okay, everyone! Deploying fighters!” She pulls a grenade from her hull, kicks her leg up, then fires it at the front escort carriers. “Fly true!”

Out of the grenade pops a squadron of V-19 Torrents and a squadron of BTL-B Y-Wings. They speed at the front escort ships, engaging them at high speed and tying them up. That just left the flanks. Black Hawk and Redemption proceed to split up, Black Hawk on the left, Redemption on the right. Prosecutor and Arc Hammer goes left and right respectively.

F4 says, “Textbook strategy.”

“We'll see,” you say.

Black Hawk yells out, “Eat this!” She raises her gun turrets, and fires them away at the escort cruisers. Being much larger than starfighters, obviously they aren't great. Prosecutor however backs her up with a salvo of proton torpedoes. Those immediately blast one of the escort-cruisers and sends the other retreating.

Arc Hammer and Redemption meanwhile, being the much more well-rounded and armed cruisers, blast their targets to bits.

“We're winning, we're winning!” says Black Hawk.

> BALANCE OF POWER <
> EMPIRE IS WINNING <

> Keep formation and stay put.
> Assault the remainder.
> End the simulation, you've seen enough.
> Other

>>687868
> Keep formation and stay put.

>>687868
> Other
>Surprise them by simulating an enemy fleet appearing from behind as if it was a trap. Make them think on their toes and never get carried away.

>>687868
> Keep formation and stay put.

>>687868
> keep formation
We seemed competent there, what happened to the spoilt brat who cheated on all the battle simulations at officer school?

>>687868
changing my vote to >>687888

>>687868
>>687888
this

>>687888
>Surprise them
This

>>687868
>>687888
I nominally support this but I wouldn't throw a whole new fleet in. Just spawn 1 cruiser with a small escort of fighters.

Thinking ahead I think it would be prudent to ask Arc if she could refit all the ships with ion cannon banks and replace them with additional turbolasers and point-defense lasers. If the Vong in this are the same or at least follow the same theme as in the EU, ion cannons are dead weight against them. Just a suggestion.

> Other

You decide a surprise is in order. F4 looks to you. “What are you doing?”

“Giving them a change of pace.” You order in a small fleet of two heavy cruisers and a carrier plus fighter complement. They suddenly arrive behind the Starship Girls, surprising them. “Look out!” you declare.

“Shabuir!” yells Prosecutor. “Get them! Get them!” The Fleet is suddenly surrounded by a force of toothy, messy, organic fighters. They bite and buzz around the Fleet girls, zapping and stinging at them like a swarm of Space Wasps. Black Hawk is the only one managing to do anything to them, owing to her anti-starfighter capability, but she has drifted away from Prosecutor and the rest of the Fleet, leading her wide open to attack from the remaining Cruisers.

Arc Hammer and Redemption meanwhile are rushed by remaining escort cruisers. They close in, and assault them as they try to ward off the fighters. Redemptions shields are blasted apart, and she quickly goes bingo on hull integrity. “Redemption! Out!”

“Admiral, you're supposed to be leading us!” yells Prosecutor. “What do we do!?”

F4 turns his head to you. “Admiral.”

…

To be frank, in this situation. Well, this situation never came up because you always hacked the sims to make the enemy cruisers much weaker and less numerous so this never was a problem to you in the first place. Huh.

Prosecutor's hull integrity quickly dips down. “You're out, Prosecutor.” She mopes, floating out of the well. Arc Hammer and Black Hawk make their last stand. But they are quickly taken out by the bomber wings of the fighter complement from the carrier, which stood way in the rear, clear of the fighting.

With that, the simulation ends.

> YUUZHAN VONG MAJOR VICTORY <
> ALL IMPERIAL SHIPS ELIMINATED <

All your Starship Girls mope and moan at having taken nonexistent damage. “Admiral!” Black Hawk pouts a little. “How come you didn't tell us what to do right there? We got slaughtered!”

Well...

It's because you genuinely didn't know what to do in that situation.

But.

> “To keep you on your toes.”
> “It's a learning experience!”
> Stay quiet. Be the stern Admiral, yes.
> Other

>>688014
> “It's a learning experience!” For everyone. All of us need to be on our toes in this fight.

>>688014
>It was a learning experience because when you are out there at any point we could lose communications. I need each of you to be able to react and effectively aid one another if something happens to our comms or the vong pull some other suprise.

>>688014
> “To keep you on your toes. You never know what will happen in combat. We have to be prepared for the worst case scenario"

>>688033
>>688025
Supporting something like these I guess

>>688014
>>688033
this.

>>688014
I was just getting a handle on your personalities. How aggressive you are etc. Got to know my men, Er women, to lead them effectively.

> “It's a learning experience!”

“It's a learning experience,” you declare. “I mean, anytime you're out there, we could lose communications. Or something really nasty happens and you never really know what could happen. You gotta prepare for the worst case scenario. You gotta be on your toes, girls.” You tap your head. “Thinking is half the battle.”

Arc Hammer quirks her brow. “So how would you have won that battle?”

… uh.

“Let's not get into that,” you say. “But for now, we should get into our offensive operations against the Yuuzhan Vong fleets. F4.” He wheels up to you all, then projects a map of the system for all of you to look at. There are several red dots. “Prosecutor, can you brief me?”

“Of course, Admiral.” She walks up, and points to the red dots. “These nodes here represent areas of Yuuzhan Vong activity. They use these areas as staging points to commit raids and invasions against nearby systems with impunity. Assaulting these areas will clear out the node and allow us the systems around us more breathing room.” You nod, right right. “The first node in our way is this one just outside of the system. From there, you can either eliminate just that node, or move on.”

“However,” says Redemption. “The farther one advances into these nodes, the tougher the enemies get. It will be up to you however, Admiral if we advance or not.”

“What are your orders, Admiral? Shall we commit to a larger advance or shall we assault just the first node?” asks Prosecutor.

> Just the first node.
> Commit to advancing past the first.
> “We'll see when we get there.”
> Other

>>688133
>commit to striking the first two node's before jumping back home

>>688133
> “We'll see when we get there.”

Harass their forces if nothing else. Weaken them then take them out later.

>>688133
>> “We'll see when we get there.”
Our goal should be past the first but depending on our condition we should be careful.

>>688133
> “We'll see when we get there.”

>>688133
> Just the first node.
Being too cautious is just as dangerous as being too reckless. We need to strike fast and hard and clear them out before they get a chance to call for reinforcements, especially since we have such a limited fleet.

> “We'll see when we get there.”

“We'll see when we get there,” you declare. “Girls, prepare your things. You'll be going up in my personal command ship.”

F4 looks at you. “A piddly little Arquitens is your command ship now?”

“It is until the Empire sends me a Star Destroyer,” you declare. “Now girls.” They all look at you, nervously. It seems you don't inspire a lot of confidence. Oh well! You can always build more maybe. “Let's get out there and win one for the Empire!”

Black Hawk pumps her fist. “Yeah!” She looks around to the others. “... yeah?”

-

-

> SOMEWHERE IN DEEP SPACE NEAR DANTOOINE <

Your helmsman relays the situation. “Sir, three escort-class Yuuzhan Vong ships in holding position.” You take a look on the console over his shoulder. “They are in a V-Formation, holding position some kilometers out.”

“Alright,” you say. “Girls. We outnumber them quickly nicely. Same formation, two lines, Prosecutor and Arc Hammer behind, got it?”

“Got it!” says Prosecutor.

“Prosecutor, you'll take lead.”

“Y-... yes, sir!” The girls hang in the front prow of the Arquitens, ready to deploy. Black Hawk especially is itching for the fight, bouncing up and down. “Alright, deploy!” They drop down and speed towards the Yuuzhan Vong ships.

Hmph. Three cruisers? The next node should be an easy fight. Prosecutor again draws a grenade, and throws it. “K'oyacyi!” she yells. The grenade explodes into a flight of V-19 Torrents and BTL-B Y-Wings again. The V-19 torrets slow down one of the cruisers, while the Y-Wings completely outright destroy a second one. Redemption, Arc Hammer, and Black Hawk fire a barrage of turbo laser fire.

The green bolts smack and explode against the screaming cruisers. They open their mouths, crying in pain. “Eat this, you bugs!” yells Black Hawk.

And rather easily, they die.

Ha! That was easy.

> MAJOR VICTORY <

The Starship Girls have lost all anxiety and now celebrate, with Prosecutor bumping elbows with Black Hawk and Redemption. Arc Hammer simply stands behind, quickly seeing if there's anything to loot. “We won, Admiral, we won! We won!” yells Prosecutor. “Parjai!”

> “Alright. Move on to the next node.”
> “Alright. We're done. Back to the planet.”
> Other

>>688332
> “Alright. Move on to the next node.”

>>688332
>> “Alright. Move on to the next node.”

>>688332
> “Alright. Move on to the next node.”
ALL IN! FOR THE EMPIRE!

>>688332
>> “Alright. Move on to the next node.”
>Warn them to Be on your toes.

>>688332
> “Alright. Move on to the next node.”
> Other
don't forget the training exercise, things can still go to shit if we're not careful.

>>688332
> “Alright. Move on to the next node.”

>>688332
> “Alright. Move on to the next node.”

>>688332
>>688344
>> “Alright. Move on to the next node.”
>Warn them to Be on your toes.

>>688332
> “Alright. Move on to the next node.”
Still waiting for those five paragraphs Schteel.

>>688332
> “Alright. Move on to the next node.”

> “Alright. Move on to the next node.”

“Congrats, girls,” you declare over the comms. “Right then. We're moving on to the next node.”

Prosecutor pumps her fist, grinning. “As you wish, Admiral!” The girls all take formation. Their eyes glow blue, as they line themselves up and prepare for a lightspeed jump.

“Prepare for jump, helmsman.” He nods, calculating the coordinates. Your ship charges up behind them, ready to follow them in.

Your small fleet jumps ahead to the next node. After the sudden stop, you arrive to see a much larger group of six escort-class cruisers. Right, these should go down just as easily as the first. “Engage,” you order. The girls all take the standard formation and zoom on towards them. The flight of V-19s and Y-Wings screens ahead of them, zooming past the incoming turbolaser fire and making a bombing run on one of the cruisers. Again, one is destroyed outright, and another is damaged moderately by the V-19s. You fold your arms, grinning as the girls prepare for their bombardment salvo.

“Fire!” yells Prosecutor. She deploys a salvo of proton torpedoes, backed up by everyone else's turbolaser fire. Their shots paste and almost annihilate the line of escorts. Hmph, your girls are doing quite well! Hehe.

One of the damaged escorts however croaks out, his call rippling through space. Huh. What's he doing?

“What's that one doing?” asks Arc Hammer.

Redemption squints at it, then her eyes widen. “It's calling for help!”

“Sir!” One of the radar men looks back to you. “We're picking up new ships coming in from hyperspace!” What.

Suddenly, a gigantic ship dwarfing your Arquitens pops out.

“IT'S A STAR DESTROYER-CLASS!” screams Arc Hammer.

“Ha! Finally a challenge!” yells Black Hawk.

Uh.

“Admiral!” Prosecutor looks back at you. You look past her to see a flight of fighters and bombers ascending down on your fleet. “Admiral, what do we do!?”

> RUN RUN RUN
> EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELF
> SAVE YOURSELVES!
> Other

>>688480
>> RUN AND SHOOT!

>>688480
> Other
Get behind it?

>>688480
> Other
Pee a little bit.

>>688480
>Retreat with Prosecutor and Arc Hammer in back to cover, as they are larger and can take more punishment than Redemption and Hawk.

>>688480
Wait, an actual Star Destroyer?

>>688480
> Other
Stay away from it, hit it with fighter and bomber squadrons if you can. Try to stay out of it's optimal range and return fire when possible. Fighting withdrawl for the moment, we will see if we can't get our own reinforcements.

>>688506
A Star Destroyer-class ship, which is basically the Star Wars catch all term for anything that's the size of a Star Destroyer, carries fighters and bombers, and lots of weapons.

Papi T_T

>>688518
Oh, in that case

> RUN RUN RUN

Get the fuck out of here! Girls! We've done enough duty for today!

>>688525
I'm sorry, anon. He had a good career though anyway.

>>688480
>> TACTICAL RETREAT

>>688518
>>688510
In that case, maybe GTFO is appropriate, though still very much in favor of fighting retreat, like until we start taking moderate damage.

>>688480
Voting this >>688510

> Other

Okay, okay, Admiral. Think, think. How did the poorer students figure out situations like this!? They used their brains! Right, right, think, uh... uh! UH! “Girls! Stay out of its range! Just uh... just return fire when possible, and stay out of its firing range!” You look to your Helmsman. “Helmsman, start the calculations for the jump to lightspeed, get us away before-”

The ship rumbles as it takes a hit. You're nearly thrown to the ground. “We've been hit!” says one of the crewman. You look up out the window to see a giant hole in the front left prow. Damn it! “Damage minimal!”

Okay, okay. Good, you got lucky, you got extremely lucky! Most Arquitens don't survive barrages from ships that size! Your Arquitens starts to peel away along with your Starship girls. Bolts of energy speed and graze past your hull.

Prosecutor flies up, commanding her starfighter squadrons. “Attack! Parjir!” The V-19 Torrents and the Y-Wings go zooming in, but are suddenly meet by a starfighter swarm. Many of the V-19s are torn to pieces, with the Y-Wings torpedo runs made ineffective without fighters to screen them. “No! No!” Prosecutor freezes at the wiping of her squadrons.

“Look out!” Redemption pushes Prosecutor out of the way, and is blasted by a turbolaser bolt. She goes flying out into space.

“Sir!” A crewman on the tactical map calls you. “Redemption has taken a critical hit! She's unconscious!” Oh no!

You bite your cheek. Damn it. Do you want to risk a recovery run or not!? If you try and save her as she floats in space, your ship could be blasted, and that's bye bye! You're way too important for that! You need another ship for this stuff! AGH! WHY IS BEING AN ADMIRAL SO HARD!?

Black Hawk and Arc Hammer immediately fly over to the floating and unconscious Redemption, while Prosecutor flees away from the fight. Black Hawk, to her credit, continues blasting starfighters and bombers out of the stars. You better make sure she knows that she's basically carrying everybody at this moment! “Black Hawk, keep up the pressure on those starfighters!” you call over the radio, trying not to sound like you're panicking.

BUT YOU'RE PANICKING!

“Sir, new ships!” says the radar officer. “Friendlies!”

“Call them now!” you yell. He nods. The comms officer quickly hails the incoming ships. “Who am I speaking to!?”

“This is the Super Star Destroyer Executor, arriving with Star Destroyers Resolute, Chimaera, and Stalker. We are coming to reinforce your position.” Yes, reinforcements! Ha ha!

They arrive out of hyperspace with a bang, Executor the largest of them all deploying a huge wave of TIE Interceptors, Bombers, and Fighters to screen their advance. The Yuuzhan Vong Star Destroyer curves its hull to meet them, diverting its attention away from you and your ship girls.

> Take the opportunity to RUN LIKE HELL.
> Join the fight, you can swarm him now and take the credit yourself!
> Make the run to recover Redemption while you can!
> Other

> Make the run to recover Redemption while you can!

>>688680
Move to cover the Redemption and get her to safety and then rejoin the fight.

>>688680
>> Make the run to recover Redemption while you can!

>>688680
> Make the run to recover Redemption while you can!

>>688680
> Make the run to recover Redemption while you can!

And after we make sure we have her secured, take up support positions for the fight. let the Vong focus on the bigger ships, but don't shy away.

>>688680
> Make the run to recover Redemption while you can!

>>688680
> Make the run to recover Redemption while you can!

We can relax. That Vong ship is total hosed.

>>688680
> Make the run to recover Redemption while you can!

>>688680
It sure is lucky we didn't, choke up in front of Vader's flagship.

> Make the run to recover Redemption while you can!

“Take us around, Helmsman, we're saving my Starship girl.” Your Arquitens curves left to cover up your Starship girls. You arrive at Redemption's location, and open up the docking ports for her. “F4, got meet them, make sure she's okay.”

F4 rolls out of the bridge. “Yes, sir.”

“Take us into supporting fire position, helmsman,” you say. “Let's see if we can take some potshots.” The ship lurches into position, facing frontally with what appears to be the Star Destroyers rear. “Fire!” All guns and both concussion missile launchers fire off their salvos. Despite the impressive firepower and lightshow, it's really just a lightshow from a light cruiser to a Star Destroyer.

The real action was the Starship girls. Executor aims all of her guns down on the Star Destroyer, pelting the organic fleshy construct with turbolaser, lasers, concussion missile, and ion cannons. The Star Destroyer gives off a loud roar through space, like a Starweird crying out for mercy. Star Destroyers Resolute, Chimaera, and Stalker aim along the flanks, pelting the Star Destroyer from multiple angles as their TIE escort wipes out any form of screening protection.

And in several shot minutes, the Star Destroyer explodes into several meaty chunks. Organic technology for you. The crew of your Arquitens bursts into applause and cheer. “Enemy destroyed!” Out of the wreckage however, you see a crystal floating.

A Soul Crystal.

Resolute calls you over the comms. “Take us back to base, Admiral.”

As much as you want to continue wiping the floor with the Yuuzhan Vong with your reinforcements, you decide it best not to argue with the people that Darth Vader might have sent personally. Plus, you do have a Starship girl down, might as well check to see if she can make it.

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>>688866
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You have arrived back on Dantooine, and with that arrival, Redemption is quickly shunted away to the Dockyards to recover. You'll talk to your other Starship girls later, right now you're being debriefed by Vader's own girls.

SSD Executor completely towers over you, much like Arc Hammer does, but this time with the sheer size of her uh... powerplants. She folds her arms, looking down on you. “It appears we have bailed you out of a pickle, Admiral. I should wonder what his master Lord Vader would think if he knew what happened to you and your Starship girls, being surprised by that.”

But-

Resolute steps in, adjusting her glasses a bit, folding her arms. “Now, now, Executor. The Admiral is...” She shrugs at you, smirking. “Less than experienced. And he was caught by surprise. There was no tactical information stating that a Star Destroyer was in the area, not helped by the rarity of the Yuuzhan Vong actually calling for reinforcements into a node. I believe this was simply a fluke.”

Executor quirks her brow, then nods slowly. “You are lucky that Resolute speaks well of you. Resolute will join your fleet on Vader's orders. She will be your veteran presence for the new Starship girls here.”

Resolute smiles at you, brushing her short brown hair back behind her Open Circle Fleet hair pins. “It will be a pleasure to work with you, Admiral.” She holds out the Soul Crystal to you, and you take it into your hand. Whoa. It feels so light and yet... You squint at it. It glows brightly and yet, it feels so cool.

Executor nods to you two. “Chimaera, Stalker, and myself shall return to Lord Vader and give our reports. Resolute.” The two of them salute at each other. And with that, Vader's girls leave you.

Resolute smiles at you. “Like I said, Admiral. It will be a pleasure to work with you.” You look down her curvy hips, the opened dress and cardigan trimmed by the red of the Open Circle Fleet with windows to expose the skin of her hips, and the white thigh highs as well capped by armor plating. And those breasts, oh dear lord. “It is quite the antiquated outpost you have here, will you not show me around?”

Uh...

> “Sure!”
> “Not right now, I think we have a ship to construct.”
> “Let's visit Redemption in the dockyard actually first.”
> Other

>>688873

>Of course, but let's check on our wounded shipgirl first.

>>688873
>> “Sure!”
but
>> “Let's visit Redemption in the dockyard actually first.”

We have to make sure our Harem- I mean our girls are okay.

>>688873
>> “Sure!”

>>688873
>> “Let's visit Redemption in the dockyard actually first.”

>>688873
> “Let's visit Redemption in the dockyard actually first.”

>>688873
> “Let's visit Redemption in the dockyard actually first.”

>>688873
>> “Let's visit Redemption in the dockyard actually first.”

>>688873
> “Let's visit Redemption in the dockyard actually first.”

> “Let's visit Redemption in the dockyard actually first.”

-

-

“Redemption.” She lies back in her little bath tub along the wall. Due to the cloud of kolto and bacta and the general glow of the water, you cant' really see anything beyond a general silhouette of her naked body. Disappointing but you suppose it's a way of keeping her modesty in front of her superior and colleague. She smiles at you, brushing her wet hair back. “How are things? You gonna recover quickly?”

She points up to the timer, showing it ticking down.

… 30 minutes? Huh. That's actually not too bad. Resolute comforts her a bit. “I daresay, that's not so bad, Redemption. I believe that you get off easy starting out like new. Unlike me with my vast experience, I unfortunately cannot make many mistakes otherwise I can spend quite a lot of time in here.”

Redemption sighs. “Do not worry yourselves. As long as Prosecutor is okay, I am doing well.” She places a hand on her heart. “You see, I try to take care of those who cannot take care of themselves. I have this feeling of needing to heal the hearts and bodies of those that need it most.” That's fair you suppose. And quite admirable. Not something you'd aspire to honestly but still, admirable. “Resolute, will you be joining us?”

“I am,” says Resolute. “Vader sent me to observe and be a veteran presence.”

“Observe?” you ask. “Observe what?”

“You.” She pokes her finger into your chest, smirking. “And in turn, perhaps you can observe me as I fight, Admiral, and be in awe of it.” She places her hands on her hips, quirking her brow. “Hm? Do you see something you like?”

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>>689070
[2/2]

You see a pair of things that you're in awe of. Those purposefully sized breasts. They're not too big, not too small, just right for a girl her size while still being quite full. Goodness sake, the round contours of it as her dress hugs them. And without they bounce, good God, do they bounce.

And yet, even without the lack of support from a bra, they're so perky. They don't droop, there's no slack in them. It's as if they were just were youthful funbags. And you can only imagine what it must feel like to grab them, to squeeze them. It must feel like bags of sand.

And even in the humid air of the bathhouse, you could see some moisture collecting on the exposed skin. The water runs down the soft skin of her breasts, further silhouetting them against her body. Her skin shines just a smidge, a bit of youthful tightness and fairness to her appearance. You had to wonder if Resolute could feel the water collecting in her cleavage. Maybe she doesn't mind it, because the V between those breasts was making itself quite prominent.

And you had to imagine those nipples. Perhaps they aren't standing up thanks to the heat. But oh, how stiff they could be. Like switches on a computer. To think, maybe by the looks of the light blush on her face and the small smirk, maybe they were already erect. The hardness contrasting with the soft pliability of her tits.

And lastly, just the way they were against the proportions of her body. They were like bubbles, perfectly made for Resolute. And the way the breasts heaved as she breathed in and out. You were running out of good things to say about those breasts, except they were like the Force's gift to this world, a beautiful sight for all to behold. And the way Resolute presented them with that opened dress, opened all the way from neckline to belt, made them just that much more terrific.

Goodness.

“Admiral?” Huh? What. “You were staring at me for five minutes, is something the matter?”

“Oh, no, no, no.” You shake your head. “Just uh... I'm fine. I'm alright.”

Resolute smiles. “My, my! Well, perhaps I shall leave you with Redemption and retire for the day. It may be nice to see my little sister, Prosecutor actually.” She salutes you. “Sir.” And with that, she turns and leaves. And good God does she leave.

Redemption smiles up at you. “The human male instinct is something I know very well, Admiral.” Uh. Sorry? “I enjoy the works of medical journals, learning the subtleties of interaction. Hehe.”

“Look, I was just admiring a fine built piece of Imperial engineering, okay?” you say.

Redemption quirks her brow. “Venators were built by the Republic.”

“Which turned into the Empire, don't pull semantics on me.”

Redemption sighs. “You are a very interesting Admiral.” Good grief.

Well. Being in charge of a Fleet of Starship girls. Very different from what you imagined.

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>>689080
Yes, I spent 5 schoolyard paragraphs describing Resolute's breasts. Best bet I ever made.

That's it for Kuat Collection tonight. We'll return tomorrow for the second half of the run when I get home from work. Until then, thanks for following anons.

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See you next time.

>>689094
You might as well have written lewds.

Why don't you do that again?

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>>689112
Too lazy.

I did this for 10 bucks.

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>>689094
Something tells me Resolute misses the Republic. Can't say I blame her. Also, here's a cutaway of the niftiest fighter ever.

>>689132
God I love the N1, so sleek, so smooth.

It's wasted on Episode 1 and Jew Jew not appreciating anything regarding the Prequels.

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>>689094
Thanks Schteel. Loved it so far!

>>689127
Easiest 10 bucks, he should have asked for lewds.

Though which 'cannons' from largest to smallest is our ship girls?

>>689152
> 1. Resolute
> 2. Redemption
Both are pretty big.

> 3. Prosecutor
Average

> 4. Black Hawk
Flat

> 5. Arc Hammer
Flattest.

>>689094
You actually did it you madman, should've left it unspoilered though, don't be ashamed. Thanks for running Schteel.

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>>689138
We should totally "find" a black and chrome N-1 to use for personal business.

>>689157
how do you go from flat to flattest.

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>>689169
Be Arc Hammer.

>>689168
hnnnng god that looks sexy.

>>689174
Is there gonna be art of the starship girls?

>>689190
When you draw it, yeah.

>>689195
you have no proxy pics

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>>689202
Ah, don't worry anon.

Besides, isn't art of the real ships sexy enough?

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>>689206
I'm fairly certain we don't want to fuck starships though the long dagger shape of the Executor is just pure unf

>>689206
no,. you spoiled us with pics from ;ga2 and others

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>>689206
You know, I didn't actually watch the Star Wars movies until I was in my senior year of high school, and by that time, I couldn't enjoy the design of the Nebulon B because it reminded me too much of another fictional starship that I had seen years earlier.

>>689218
I dunno, the big curves on the Liberty give me the vapors.

>>689221
I'm sorry, anon, but I'm not made of cash to commission artists.

>>689223
To be frank, my first exposure to Star Wars as a kid was Phantom Menace. It's why I can actually appreciate the Prequels for what they are if not good.

Anyway, I got work tomorrow. So night night anons. We'll be back tomorrow.

Discuss the lewdest/best ship until then.

>>689240
well the pic I posted here >>687538
seems to match Arc hammer, just missing the empire uniform and goggles... usually I like the more chesty sort though but I think going engineer nerd with arc could be really fun.

>>689240
Who is lewdest ship?

>>689260
Probably Arc Hammer.

>>689300
maybe part of why she keeps to herself, heh if the admiral's the only one who enters her domain freely I bet we'll walk in on her doing something interesting.

>>689260
Resolute. Just think about how many pilots she's had inside her over the years.

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>>689323
I sure hope so.

Also, here's another design I thought was really cool from the original trilogy.

>>689240
How tall is Resolute in comparison to us? I want to know if she's a shortstack or tall elegant and plunging neckline

>>689168
But anon, the chrome is an honor awarded to members of the Naboo Royal Security Force. We are not, and therefore any N-1 we may acquire should not bear the chrome.

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>>689673
>Implying we wouldn't get the chrome specifically to fuck with Naboo's cultural heritage because we're petty like that

>>689390
The Admiral I write being around 5'10, Resolute actually matches that in size.

>>689080
Thanks for the fun, boss. Just caught up.

>>689343
That's from the Prequel Trilogy.

Prequels did have some very sexy ships.

>>690123
Whoops, my bad. I must've gotten the words mixed up from being tired. I meant to write Prequel Trilogy.

“Sir.” F4 rolls over to your desk as you sit back and relax, looking out the window on a nice calm Dantooine morning. Still as boring as the day you arrived. “Sir.”

“What, F4?” What does this metal rustbucket want with you now?

“Sir. Perhaps you should be taking this time to organize training for your Starship girls, something that will keep them on their toes. Or perhaps you could take this time to actually learn a little bit about naval strategy.” You glance at him. What, be productive? As if. “Just thought I would let you know.”

“Opinion noted,” you say. “But if you think the Empire cares about what say... Clones or Droids think, you're out of luck, F4.” He tilts himself forward then back, a roll of the eyes. “Besides, F4. Look out the window here.” He turns his head. “They've already got it covered.”

Out there, you can see Resolute, Redemption, and Black Hawk in white short sleeve shirts and black form hugging shorts. They do stretching exercises, limbering up their toned arms and legs, pushing themselves up and down off the ground, flexing their bodies. Goodness what a view. “I can see why you'd want to take a hands off approach, sir.”

“Oh, believe me, if it were up to me, I'd be as hands on as possible.” You flex your fingers, smirking at him.

“Sir, might I remind you of the fraternization policies.” You roll your eyes. Oh great. This again. “If you're found to be in an illicit relationship, you could be punished severely. The minimum sentence, if you're lucky, could be ten to fifteen lashes. If Lord Vader finds out you turned this base into your private brothel and not a proper military installation, he'll have your lungs crushed tighter than a ship going through an exploded star cluster, and-...” F4 is quiet for a second. “Why am I advising you against this?”

“Because you're stupid,” you say bluntly. It's true you know. “Besides, I'm not going to jump into it right away.” You pull on your collar a bit, continuing to smirk at him. “These things require a patient touch. You have to kill them with kindness. Play the long con, study their art forms. You know?”

“Sometimes I wish you'd just scrap me.”

“Don't tempt me.”

There's a knock at the door. “Come in,” you say. The door slides open, and in steps in your Secretary ship, Prosecutor. “Prosector, what-” She wears a pink apron over her usual uniform, and carries a tray of... rather spicy smelling food. Huh, burns at the nose a bit. What is that? “What's this?”

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>>690754
[2/2]

Prosecutor clears her throat, a light blush on her face. “Well, as your Secretary ship sir, Big Sis Resolute told me that I should consider cooking you a homemade breakfast!” Oh? You smile a little. Wow! You've never had a homecooked meal before. Well, the cooks back home were usually quite good, they were paid to be good though. This-... wow! She places the tray on your desk. It appears to be some sort of casserole with a healthy amount of pepper and spices dabbed onto it with a side of meiloorun slices and a glass of blue milk as well. Oh ho ho!

“Thank you, Prosecutor.” You can't help but laugh a little as you take your fork and knife. “This is very thoughtful of you.” She nods, hopeful that you'll enjoy it. Oh, you bet. This looks delicious! You take a slice of it, then pop it into your mouth.

…

You slowly turn your head. “Um. Prosecutor.” She blinks, now suddenly worried. “Wh-... what is this dish?”

“It's tiingilar, a casserole in the Mandalorian cuisine. I have read that the Mandalorians only eat food that fights back, hence why most of their foods have a dash of spice to them. Is it too mild?”

TOO MILD!? EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE.

You glance at F4. Even that cold steel dome is telling you he's enjoying every second of this. You look at Prosecutor again, who appears to be very worried that you're not enjoying this.

> “... it's great!”
> “Actually. I'm not very hungry.”
> “Take this back, Prosecutor. It's too spicy. Far too spicy.”
> Other

>>690760
>> “... it's great!”

>>690760
>> “... it's great!”

>>690760
>> “... it's great!”
>Go easy on the spices a bit more.

Better to complement and give minor criticism.

>>690760
>> “... it's great!”
>>Go easy on the spices a bit more.

say... whats gonna happen to that soul crystal we picked up? is arc already making a new fleet member out of it?

> “... it's great!”

You nod slowly. “It's great,” you squeak. She blushes intensely, smiling happily that you love it. “Yeah. Yeah,” you croak. “Just- could you maybe lay off the spice a bit?” She nods at that, excitedly. “That'd be great, thank you.”

“Of course, Admiral!” She smiles happily. “Oh! Uh...” She quickly hurries out of the room, probably to her desk outside of your office. Fair enough, maybe she has something for you to report on. She comes back with a holopad, presenting the situation as it poses itself today. You meanwhile quickly ration out a bit of blue milk into your mouth to try and ease your tongue. “So, Admiral, today tactical recon just came back.”

“What did they say?” you ask.

“They say the Star Destroyer-class YV ship we saw yesterday was the only one in the system, thankfully. However, the other nodes do feature tougher and more numerous ships, mostly up to the heavy cruiser line,” she explains. “Also, Arc Hammer is awaiting your go on developing the Soul Crystal we picked up yesterday.” Right, right. “Finally, Redemption has also recovered and is ready for combat sortie.”

“Alright.” She looks at your plate, then back at you. Ugh. You slice up more of the casserole, then pack it into your mouth. Damn it. “Well, thank you, Prosecutor.”

“Yes, sir!” Prosecutor salutes you. She looks over at F4, now realizing he's here, and immediately scoots over towards the wall. “So uh... what are we doing today, sir?”

> “Nothing.”
> “Let's go see that Soul Crystal.”
> “Organize a training battle.”
> Other

>>690832
>> “Let's go see that Soul Crystal.”

>>690832
>> “Let's go see that Soul Crystal.”

>>690832
>“Let's go see that Soul Crystal.”

We can see what we need to train based on what we get.

>>690832
> “Let's go see that Soul Crystal.”

>>690832
>> “Let's go see that Soul Crystal.”

>>690832

> “Let's go see that Soul Crystal.”

> “Let's go see that Soul Crystal.”

-

-

You leave F4 in your office and take Prosecutor to see Arc Hammer at the Factory. Prosecutor hides behind you, frightened at all of the piles of scrap just lying around. She yelps, jumping onto you when a mouse droid scurries by. “Prosecutor.” She drops off, now suddenly embarrassed. “Arc Hammer?”

Arc Hammer rises out of a scrap pile, looking at you. She dusts off some debris and rubble off of her shoulders. “Sir.”

“Where's the Soul Crystal?” She tilts her head a bit. “Can we build us a big Starship girl out of it? Preferably a Super Star Destroyer of some kind? Not that you're not one, but you know, I'd like one to anchor our fleet around. Give us something for the girls to rally behind.”

Arc Hammer blinks, then says quietly, “That isn't how this works.” Oh? She motions you to follow her deeper into the factory. Conveyor belts and racks carrying droid husks rule this area, and further make Prosecutor shiver and cower in fright. The three of you arrive at a large person sized capsule, almost like a bacta tank. She pulls up a keypad and types up a code. “The Soul Crystal you retrieved is a standard crystal.” The tank opens, revealing the Crystal floating in an energy field, glowing even more brightly. “Unfortunately, that means it's entirely random as to what ship it may or may not be.”

“Oh.” You fold your arms. “So... it could be anything.”

“Except a Star Destroyer. A larger Soul Crystal will yield a much more bigger ship so to speak,” says Arc Hammer calmly. “I can begin the construction procedures, it will only take a minute.”

Prosecutor pokes her head out from behind you. “I-... is it going to be an Imperial ship?”

“We don't know,” says Arc Hammer. “It could even be a Munificent-class.” Prosecutor shudders, continuing to hide behind you. “But rest assured, from this Crystal, we won't see a Lucrehulk or a Liberty type. Admiral.” You look to her. “Shall I begin?”

> “Let's wait.”
> “Go ahead.”
> Other

>>690920
>> “Go ahead.”
Also, reassure Prosecutor.

>>690920
>> “Go ahead.”

>>690920
“Go ahead.”

>>690920
> “Go ahead.”