“Yeah, but-” You kick his shell, making him project a holographic image of the area around Dantooine. Notably, all the red areas marked in crisscrossed lines were -former- YV zones of influence. Now they've been driven back almost to the edge of the sector. “Look at the progress we made!”

“They made.”

“Y- yes, they made.” You throw your book down on your desk. This is getting under your skin damn it. “What's your point, F4?”

“Maybe you should... I don't know. Treat them like people?” he says.

“I do!” you say, standing up indignantly. “Come on! They're human!” You walk up to the window, and motion to the girls as they leave your Arquitens ship, a temporary combat HQ for them when they sortie. Prosecutor appears to be the only who wasn't damaged, while Redemption and Tellstar piece each others clothes back together as they walk to the repair dock. “Look at that, human as the day they-... where's Resolute and Black Hawk?”

“Repair dock. For the past two days,” he says. What. “We've told you this two days ago, and yesterday. But you were too busy reading your Neimoidian comics and glazing over tactical theory that goes right past your brain and does soaks into your skull and makes it thick as a wet log. Respectfully, sir.”

You squint at him. Huh. You- you genuinely forgot actually.

Okay, F4 has a point, maybe you are neglecting the girls a little.

But the results don't lie!

> “Piss off, F4. We're doing fine.”
> “Fine, fine. Send Prosecutor up here, I want to see what she thinks.”
> “Resolute has the most combat experience, let me talk to the veteran.”
> Other

>>835364
>> “Fine, fine. Send Prosecutor up here, I want to see what she thinks.”

>>835364
>> “Fine, fine. Send Prosecutor up here, I want to see what she thinks.”

>>835364
>F4 had a point for a droid, All work and no play makes billy a dull boy.

> “Fine, fine. Send Prosecutor up here, I want to see what she thinks.”

>Try to think of something nice for the girls, a break.

>>835364
>> “Fine, fine. Send Prosecutor up here, I want to see what she thinks.”

>>835364
>“Fine, fine. Send Prosecutor up here, I want to see what she thinks.”

Why are we asking the Prosecutor? Why not the medical ship?

>>835364
> “Fine, fine. Send Prosecutor up here, I want to see what she thinks.”

> “Fine, fine. Send Prosecutor up here, I want to see what she thinks.”

You sigh, folding your arms. “Alright, F4. You win. Get me Prosecutor up here. Let's see what she thinks, alright?” He tilts forward in a nod, then rolls out the door. Ugh. The prospect of actually having to do work. You were expecting that as an Admiral that most things would be handled for you. That's how officership works right? You say something then everything gets done! Delegate, delegate, delegate.

If you only had more subordinates you suppose. Maybe it'll be worth it to ask for another Crystal that'll allow you to build another ship.

After sitting down in your seat, there's a knock at the door. “Come in,” you say. Only a few minutes. What a time. Prosecutor steps in and you're immediately assaulted by the spicy scent of Mandalorian cuisine. “Prosecutor. Good to-” She's wearing an apron over her uniform, with her silvery grey hair wrapped up in a bun rather than loosely flowing as it normally does. Her Open Circle Fleet hairpins are still visible in front of the white scarf she has tied on her head. “... what are you doing?”

“Well, F4 said you needed me and I saw that it was almost time for lunch,” she says. “Thankfully I managed to get this out of the oven.” She places the tray down on your desk. Your nose immediately burns at the scent of it. “Don't let the scent fool you, this isn't primarily a heturam dish. It's more for calorie build up, yai'yai. It's spicy fried noodles cooked in the chest plate of a Death Watch supercommando mixed with green spices meant to burn the nose a bit when you sniff it, but it's not actually that spicy at all, I would describe it more-”

“Prosecutor,” you stop her. She blushes a bit, shushing herself. “Listen. I didn't call you in for lunch, but thank you. Listen, F4 and myself are a little worried that maybe I'm not giving you girls enough attention.”

She blinks. “Really? You give us plenty of attention!”

“When was the last time I said more than two words to you?” you ask.

“Six days ago,” she says bluntly.

…

Okay, this is a bigger problem than you realized.

She coughs, clearing her throat. “I-... I mean. Sir, we do our best without your guidance. And we've almost cleared out the entirety of the YV forces from Dantooine! But the last zone is just out of our reach currently in terms of numbers you could say. Plus, Tellstar is still pretty clumsy.”

“Right. But you would say you're overworked?” you ask.

“No!” she says loudly. “I'm fine, honestly!”

“I'm talking about the rest of the team!”

“Oh, um.” She blinks, rubbing her arm a little. “Well.” She looks down a little. “I-... I dunno. Ret.”

> “Maybe a break is in order.”
> “Get them all in here. I want to see what they have to say.”
> “Alright then. Well, you sortie later tonight. Good luck.”
> Other

>>835448
>“Maybe a break is in order.”

>>835448
>> “Maybe a break is in order.”
>> “Get them all in here. I want to see what they have to say.”

>>835448
> “Maybe a break is in order.”
> “Get them all in here. I want to see what they have to say.”

>>835448
>> “Maybe a break is in order.”
>> “Get them all in here. I want to see what they have to say.”

> “Maybe a break is in order.”
> “Get them all in here. I want to see what they have to say.”

You sigh. “Alright. Get the girls in here. Maybe a break is in order.” She salutes you. “And get me a glass of milk to go with this as well.”

“Yes, sir!”

-

-

The Fleet has assembled in your office. Your Secretary Ship, Prosecutor. Your Factory Ship, Arc Hammer. And your mainline fleet consisting of the Venator Star Destroyer Resolute, Lancer-class Frigate Black Hawk, Nebulon-B Frigate Redemption, and Arquitens-class corvette Tellstar. A full fleet of six girls. “Sir.” Resolute holds up her hand. “Is there any particular reason you called us in here at such short notice.”

“Of course!” you say as you finish off your lunch. Oh goodness, Prosecutor cooks a mean noodle. You gently push the tray forward, allowing Prosecutor to take it from you. “What, did you think this was unimportant?”

“Well, it's just...” Resolute, Redemption, Black Hawk, and Tellstar stand wearing nothing but towels. “You insisted we come now.” Yep, you pulled the lot of them out of the repair docks. But for good reason! You look at Resolute, yes, yes. Two very good reasons. “So, what is this about, Admiral?”

“I feel I have been neglecting you girls,” you say. “So. I am electing to have an off day for you all.”

“Really!?” Black Hawk grins, immediately charging your desk, still dripping of water from the bath. “Where are we going!? What are we doing!? Are we going pod racing!? Let's go pod racing, Admiral! Please, please, please, please-”

You gently place your hand on her face, then push her away. “No, we're not going pod racing.” She huffs, frowning. “I just think a nice day out would be good. Do you girls have any ideas of what you want to do?”

…

“Anyone?” you ask.

Prosecutor raises her hand. “W-... well, sir, it's just-”

“You're the first Admiral to actually consider giving us leave,” says Resolute bluntly. “Most other Admirals wouldn't do the same. They think more of us as weapons that only occasionally need to be recharged and fixed.” She tugs on her towel a bit, trying to keep it above the chest. Uh huh, uh huh. All that's doing is showing off those mean legs of hers. “Admiral, this is actually quite considerate of you in fact. But we simply have no real idea of what we want to do.”

…

“Admiral?” asks Redemption.

“Huh?” You blink. “Oh right. Uh.” Huh. You were hoping they'd have ideas. “Prosecutor.” She yelps, standing straight. “Ideas.”

“Um. Picnic?” You nod. That's good, that's good. “Beach party.” Yes, yes. Very much yes. “Uh... arena sparring!” Y- what? “... sorry, that's uh... that's- that's Mandalorian.”

> “A picnic in the fields is good enough.”
> “Heading to the local lake should be nice.”
> “Uh. I guess we could beat the living daylights out of each other.”
> Other

>>835520
>> “Heading to the local lake should be nice.”
Better get the beach episode out of the way

>>835520
>> “Heading to the local lake should be nice.”

>>835520
>> “Heading to the local lake should be nice.”

>>835520
>> “Heading to the local lake should be nice.”
>We can have a picnic at the lake side.

So we can do both.

>Also ask the Resolute and Tellstar that if their repaired enough to enjoy the day off.

We can't have them too hurt that they can't fully enjoy themselves.

>>835520
> “Heading to the local lake should be nice.”
> “Uh. I guess we could beat the living daylights out of each other."
Shipslut Keijo. Need I say anything more?

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>>835554
>Bullying Prosecutor

>>835520
Voting dis captain >>835554

> “Heading to the local lake should be nice.”

“Girls, grab your swimsuits.” You stand up, grinning. “We're going to the lake!”

“Yeah!” Black Hawk jumps up in the air, her towel immediately coming undone. Redemption and Resolute immediately step in front of her to shield your eyes from her. “Wooo! We're going to the lake! Let's goooo!”

-

-

The lake itself is actually pretty close to the base. You had a stormtrooper detail clear out the local kinraths and Kath Hounds to make sure the area is safe for your girls. Resolute and Redemption especially as they were damaged. Though, they insisted they came. And you were glad that they did.

Resolute holds her sunglasses up over her forehead as she tugs on her bikini top. Her swimsuit is a yellow bikini set with red trim with the bikini cups in the emblem of the Open Circle Fleet. “Hm, hm. Beautiful weather today.”

“I concur.” Redemption smiles as she wears a slick gun metal grey one piece with a long hole showing off her cleavage all the way down to her midriff, with the hips and back cut out as well showing off her skin. She holds the picnic box for all of you, along with the umbrella. “Shall we make camp, Admiral?”

“Yeah, yeah...” You bite your lip, rubbing your hands. “Go ahead.”

“LET'S GOOOO!” Black Hawk speeds past, wearing a black one piece. She drags along Tellstar who wears a red one piece as well with yellow trim. Tellstar immediately trips on a rock however, and sends the two into the sand just short of the water. “Aaah, Tellstar!”

“Sorry!” Tellstar yells, her face buried in sand.

You sigh, then fold your arms to see Prosecutor helping Redemption place down a bed of blankets for you all to sit down on. She also sets down a lounging chair for you as well, along with a large umbrella. Yes, yes. Prosecutor's own swimsuit is a very simple grey bikini, not as revealing as Resolute's mind you. It resembles sports wear like in the arena more than a swimsuit. But it does have an Open Circle Fleet emblem on the bottom near the hip as if to recall her heritage. “Here you go, Admiral.”

“Thank you.” You sit down in the chair, lie back. Ah, this is the life. F4 holds out a cup of cool juice for you as well. Yes, yes. “Wait. Where's Arc Hammer?”

Prosecutor points to a large tent behind you all. “She refuses to come out. She doesn't like the sun.”

> “Well tell her to come out.”
> “Ugh. Wait here, I'll get her.”
> “If she doesn't want to come, that's fine by me.”
> Other

>>835641
>> “Ugh. Wait here, I'll get her.”
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?

>>835641
> “Ugh. Wait here, I'll get her.”

>>835641
>> “If she doesn't want to come, that's fine by me.”
It's her day off, she can spend it as she wishes.

>>835641
>> “Ugh. Wait here, I'll get her.”

>>835641
> “Ugh. Wait here, I'll get her.”

Not sure if this question is relevant considering there's fucking starship girls in this...

Is this based on the New EU or Old EU?

>>835696
Elements of both, I generally prefer NuCanon over old though but old takes precedence if NuCanon has no info or barebones info.

For Starships, I tend to follow old canon unless NuCanon has detailed enough info on it.

> “Ugh. Wait here, I'll get her.”

You sigh deeply. “I'll get her.” You stand up out of your chair and walk on over to the tent. Prosecutor, Resolute, and Redemption watch you as this happens. “Arc Hammer. It's the Admiral!” You gently knock against the synthetic fabric of the tent. It's actually quite big, what does she have in there, an actual Star Destroyer? “Arc Hammer, you're not changing in there, are oyu?”

“No,” she croaks. “I just don't like being outside, you know that.” No you didn't. You gently pull open the tent flap to reveal her sitting in a lounge chair, sunglasses over her eyes, staring up at the ceiling. She wears a long silver one piece with a flowery see through skirt around her hips. “Go away, you're letting in the light.”

“Arc Hammer, this isn't the most healthy way to treat a retreat to the lake,” you say.

“It is for me,” she says as several of her fairies escort a large glass of blue milk to her. She takes it. “Thank you.” She takes a deep sip of it. “Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to continue staring up at the ceiling and brainstorming new ways to build things.” She shrugs. “It's an intellectual thing, you wouldn't know.”

Ouch. “Listen, Arc. Maybe-”

Resolute pokes her head in. “Arc Hammer. We just want you to have fun as all.”

“I'm having fun right here,” she says, clearly not having fun.

Resolute looks at you, expecting you to know what to do here.

> “Fine, see if we care. We'll have fun on our own.”
> “So you just stare up at the ceiling and think, let me join in.”
> If she won't go to the water, bring the water to her.
> Other

>>835750
>"Ark, the whole reason for this little vacation is to take a break from work. Come out and enjoy the water for five minutes, if you don't like it, you can go back to doing... this."

>>835768
*Arc

Fucking auto correct.

>>835750
> “So you just stare up at the ceiling and think, let me join in.”

>>835750
>Just spend like 10-15 mins then you can relax in the tent all day. I mean there's a lake and we're all in swimsuits so at least take a dip in.

>>835750
> “Fine, see if we care. We'll have fun on our own.”
Intesify forward pettiness.

>>835750
>> “So you just stare up at the ceiling and think, let me join in.”

>>835750
> “So you just stare up at the ceiling and think, let me join in.”

> “So you just stare up at the ceiling and think, let me join in.”

“Huh?” She quirks her brow, looking at you strangely.

“Yeah!” You step inside, looking up at the ceiling. “Man, this sure is a nice tent!” It's a darkened ceiling, but you can still see faint rays of light poke through the fabric. It actually creates kind of a nice collage of light against the dark. Some kind of Twi'lek thing you suppose with how they make art on Ryloth. “You know, Arc Hammer. Back on Coruscant, there is this really nice art gallery ran by a hutt, he is a hutt, I know, but it has a wide variety of art from all over the galaxy and then some. And this kind of stuff on your ceiling, this'd make a great-”

She holds up a hand, then stands up. She takes a towel from her fairies then moves to the tent flaps. “I'll be outside.” Huh? She steps outside, obviously dreading being out in the sun, then quickly sits down next to Redemption as she eats a sandwich.

Resolute smirks at you. “Nice work, Admiral.”

“Hey, it-” You sigh. “If this is going to turn into a jab about her running away from me in her own territory or whatever, I won't be dragged into it.” You place your hand on your chest. “I am an Admiral of the Galactic Empire! And I deserve to be treated with some respect, darn it!”

“Of course, of course.” The two of you walk out of your tent. “Besides that, Admiral. I suppose I should thank you. Lord Vader is a very grueling taskmaster, never let us have days like these,” she says. She folds her arms, standing next to you as you watch. Tellstar and Black Hawk take turns bellyflopping onto the wet sand and sliding into the water, while Prosecutor supervises nearby. Redemption and Arc Hammer meanwhile dine on some finger food in the shade of the umbrella. “So thank you then.”

You smile. “Ah, no thanks is necessary. I just happen to believe the spirit of human kindness.”

“Yes, after a droid had to inform about it,” says F4 as he rolls by. For the love of-

“Anyway.” Resolute reaches back, then undoes the strap on her bikini top. “It's a hot day, Admiral.” She holds up a bottle of sunblock. “Would you be a dear?”

You swipe it from her. “Heh, gladly-”

“Admiral.” F4 rolls back. “Incoming call.”

“Can this wait?” you say angrily. Resolute is clearly basking in teasing you like this.

“It's from your Father, sir.”

> “It can wait.”
> “... don't go anywhere, Resolute, I gotta take this.”
> Other

>>835896
>I must apologize my lovely Resolute but i must take this.

>>835896
>>835926
This.

>>835896
> Other
"Just put him through here, he can watch my hands on leadership style at work."

>>835896
>>835951
Seconding

> Other

“I must apologize, my lovely little Resolute, but I have to take this.” You smile at her.

She rolls her eyes. “Redemption. Would you mind getting this sunblock on me?” she says as she walks away. AH! This had better be good.

F4 rolls up to you, then projects an image of your father. He has his arms folded, his thick mustache twitching a bit as he looks down on you with a permanent scowl, the same scowl he wore since the day you were born. “Hello there, Boy.”

“Father, it's Admiral. Admiral, now,” you state. You walk around behind the tent to talk in private with him. “Alright?” You smirk a bit. “In fact, you should be calling me, sir, -captain-.” You needn't remind him that it was his recommendation that got you into this program after all. Seems your father finally recognizes your superiority.

“Right, right, listen, boy.” Or not. “I just called to check on you, it seems you're a mite distracted.” You look down to see yourself in your swimsuit. You shrug at him. “The word on the grapevine is that your Fleet is already close to cleansing the Dantooine zone of Vong. Better than I expected, boy.”

“Right, right.” You sigh, placing your hands on your hips.

“So what's with the trunks?”

“If you must know.” You glare at him. “I was taking my Starship girls on a nice retreat to the lake.”

He squints at you. “... why?”

“Why not? They deserve it,” you say.

“They're-” He sighs. “They're not people, boy. They're weapons in the guise of humans and starships, the only kinds of weapons that can defeat the Vong. And here I see you playing with them as if you were in grade school?” You roll your eyes. Here comes the part where he decides to criticize every part of your life, great. “You know, I gave you your recommendation to be promoted on the basis that I thought you could actually be salvaged unlike your sister and already you're making me look like an idiot, boy.”

“I can do what I want with them, Father!” You declare. “I'm the Admiral here. What gives you -a captain- need I remind you, the right to criticize me!?”

“I don't know, maybe it's the fact that unfortunately I'm your father. And in this kind of climate, rank means nothing, experience is what matters. I was fighting the Clone Wars when you were still a glint in my eye!” he says. “Now toughen up and quit the games. You're close to making yourself look good for once, boy. Alright?”

> “You're not the boss of me.”
> “Fine.”
> Hang up.
> Other

>>836073
>> Hang up.

>>836073
>> Hang up.

>>836073
>Even clones had shore leave father. If you must consider them only as weapons thing of this as a day of 'maintenance' and 'resupply'.

>>836073

This>>836088

>>836073
Seconding; >>836088

>>836088
This.

> Other

“Father, even clones had their shore leave and nobody ever considered them real people. If you have to consider these girls weapons, think of this as a day of 'maintenance' or 'resupply'.”

He scoffs. “You're being quite frustrating, boy. But I guess I'll leave you to your delusions as long as it gets results.”

“It will, and I'll show you what I can do, father.”

“Right.” He snorts. “Until next time, boy.”

You roll your eyes as his eye image disappears. F4 at that point says, “Still quite the charmer your father, huh?” You fold your arms, glaring at F4. Now is not a good time. “I see you're quite mad, I'll be quiet.”

“It's fine,” you mutter. “At least he's on the edge of the galaxy and not here where he can constantly badger me about the Academy or trying to do things his way. He's a crazy old man still fighting a war that ended decades ago.” You shake your head, then look over to see Prosecutor. She immediately ducks behind the tent again. “Prosecutor.”

Prosecutor slowly walks out from around the tent, embarrassed. “Er. Um.”

“How long were you listening?” you ask.

“... I see your father doesn't like you much,” she mutters. “So um. I'm sorry, I'll try and forget that.”

“It's fine.” You step up to her, and she shrinks a bit in fright. “Listen, we're here to have fun, aren't we? We're having fun! Come on, this is fun, darn it!”

F4 rolls up next to you, which makes Prosecutor flinch behind you. “Yes, of course. Fun.”

You return to the blankets to find Redemption having finished with Resolute's sunblock. She lies out in the sun on her towel, her top undone allowing no lines on her bare skin. “Oh, Admiral, you're back. How was the conversation with your father?” Prosecutor quickly motions for her to be quiet about it. “Hm?”

“It went well,” he says. “He was very happy to see me. You still need me to-”

“Afraid not,” she says smugly. You glare at F4 who simply retreats behind Prosecutor. “Still, such a relaxing day today. I must simply find another way to thank you for this another time, Admiral.” Your eyes slowly turn to the bucket of water next to Tellstar and Black Hawk as they build a sand Death Star.

> Water Resolute.
> “Plenty of ways you can thank me.”
> “Just do your part and don't make me look bad.”
> Other

>>836236
> “Plenty of ways you can thank me.”

>>836236
> “Plenty of ways you can thank me.”

>>836236

> Water Resolute.

I have no fucking clue what this means, so therefore i want it.

> Water Resolute.

>>836236
>> Water Resolute.
>> “Plenty of ways you can thank me.”

> Water Resolute.
> “Plenty of ways you can thank me.”

“Oh well, there are plenty of ways you can thank me.” You walk on over to Tellstar and Black Hawk as they pat down their sand Death Star, then pick up their bucket of water.

“Yes, yes, of course,” says Resolute. “Perhaps I should actually learn to respect your judgment one of these days.” You gently creep towards her. Tellstar and Black Hawk look over, gasping silently at what you're doing. Redemption and Arc Hammer as well look positively frightened. Prosecutor as well looks like she wants to Resolute, but she simply bounces in place, trying to keep herself quiet. “Hm, still such a lovely day.”

And to that, you drop the water on her. She doesn't move, yelp, or even flinch at it. The water soaks into her towel and washes all over her body. Everyone is dead quiet except for you and your outrageous laughter. Ha! You got her!

At that, she hurriedly ties her bikini back up and stands to face you. “Ahaha! You should see the look on your face!” You point to her, grinning. “You look like-”

“I hope you can swim because I am going to drown you,” she growls.

Oh boy. You immediately bolt for the water, still laughing. She runs after you. Black Hawk laughs, immediately jumping up to follow, with Tellstar trying to pursue but flopping onto her face. Prosecutor yells out to you all. “Don't hurt him, Resolute! He's our Admiral!”

“HE'S A DEAD MAN!” yells Resolute.

Arc Hammer chuckles a little. “Okay, I'm a little glad the Admiral dragged me out to see this.”

“A lovely day is it not?” says Redemption as she rubs sun block onto Arc Hammer's shoulders. “I daresay, we'll not have another day like this again.” You feel the water splash around your feet as you run in, with Resolute immediately jumping up and tackling you. You're almost thrown in, but you quickly spin around and dump the both of you into the water as well. Black Hawk and Tellstar jump in as well, trying to wrestle around with you as Resolute desperately tries to drown you in the cool waters of the lake.

Goodness. What a day for maintenance.

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That's it for today. Kuat Collection is indeed back and will replace Magical Girl Bomber in the weekday schedule. Hope you all enjoyed, we'll resume tomorrow and hopefully Friday as well in the run up to LGA2.


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>>836441
thanks German.

>>836441
Thanks for the run Schteel, catch you tomorrow.

>>836441
Glad to see this come back. Will we have a chance to flirt/interact besides the star destroyers and arc hammer?

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With your little holiday at the lake over, you sent the girls away to rest up. Tonight's sortie will be canceled, it was only a patrol anyway, easily handled by your flagship (a little Arquitens but still). For now though, you had Prosecutor brief you and F4 inside of your office on the situation regarding the last zone to be cleared from the Dantooine system. “This is the last zone to be cleared from the Dantooine system. As you can see by these red dots here, the aru'e are twice our number. Six cruiser-class, two corvette-class, two carrier-class, one Star Destroyer-class, and uh... a Cruiser Princess.”

“Princess?” you ask.

F4 turns his dome to you as he projects an image of the map. “The Yuuzhan Vong fleets are generally commanded by these 'Princesses'.” A very distorted image appears of a woman riding upon a fleshy mass that is a Yuuzhan Vong ship, wearing teeth, bones, with glowing red eyes is all you can make out. “They range in different sizes and shapes, this particular Princess is of a Cruiser-class.” Another image appears, showing her silhouette. It appears rather strangely like an Acclamator-class ship, at least in shape if not exact appearance. “If the fleet eliminates her, we can wipe out the rest of the Vong in the area and liberate Dantooine.”

“Alright then.” You kick up your feet. “So tell me why we can't do this.”

Prosecutor twiddles her fingers a bit. “Well, again. They outnumber us for one. That's really the primary difference. This would still be a very difficult battle even if we were remodeled and the most elite Starship Girls in the Imperial Navy. Our fighters, from myself and Resolute, wouldn't be able to put up a thick enough screen to protect us from their fighters either.”

“Right.” You lean back slowly then. “What are our options?”

“We could start scouring the local system for more Soul Crystals and resources. If we manage a Star Destroyer-class or at least two more ships below that class, we could probably make a run on it. Otherwise, if we gather enough resources, we could attempt to remodel one of us,” says Prosecutor. “What do you think, Admiral?”

> Aim for resources for a Remodel.
> Go for Soul Crystals for more ships.
> Make a run on the last zone.
> “Let me think about this.”
> Other

>>838211
>> Aim for resources for a Remodel.
>> Go for Soul Crystals for more ships.
Divide and conquer ?

>>838211
>> Aim for resources for a Remodel.
>> Go for Soul Crystals for more ships.

>>838211
>> Go for Soul Crystals for more ships.

>>838211
>> Go for Soul Crystals for more ships.
Quantity is quality of its own.

>>838211
>> Go for Soul Crystals for more ships.

>>838211
> Go for Soul Crystals for more ships.

>>838211
> Go for Soul Crystals for more ships.

I need a battleship.

> Go for Soul Crystals for more ships.

“I say we bolster our numbers first. At least one or two more ships will be fine for making one run on that final zone, then we can talk about upgrades.” Prosecutor nods. “Who's available?”

“Well, Resolute is still being repaired, as is Black Hawk and Redemption. So it's down to me, Arc Hammer, and Tellstar.” Ah, okay. Not the best combo you suppose. But it's better than nothing. “Though, Arc Hammer has expressed that she would rather remain at the base rather than participate in more sorties.”

“Really? But she's a Super Star Destroyer... technically,” you say. “She'd be a great boost in firepower.”

“Well, respectfully, sir.” Prosecutor rubs her fingers together. “She is a Factory ship. Her niche is in building and fixing things.”

“Ah...” You shake your head. “We'll talk about it later I guess. Do you know where to look?”

“Generally, salvage expeditions take place at zones we've previously cleared, sir.” Prosecutor points to the map to several glowing blue zones. “The theory is that we'll have a greater chance of finding things that we need the closer we are to enemy zones however. So, another thing to ask you, sir. How close do you want us to go to get these Soul Crystals?”

> “Stay close to the base, don't risk anything.”
> “A median distance between them and us is fine.”
> “Get as close as humanly possible.”
> Other

>>838293
>> “A median distance between them and us is fine.”

>>838293
> “Get as close as humanly possible. I believe in you girls”

Get us a fucking battleship.

>>838293
>> “A median distance between them and us is fine.”

>>838293
> “A median distance between them and us is fine.”

>>838293
>> “Get as close as humanly possible.”

Damn if i knew who was avivable, I would have asked for a refit.

>>838293
> “A median distance between them and us is fine.”

> “A median distance between them and us is fine.”

“Play it safe, a median distance should be relatively okay. Gather up Tellstar and uh... I guess Arc Hammer too.”

“But-”

“Do it,” you command. She nods quickly. You stand up. “Alright, let's get to it then. Prosecutor, you'll be squadron leader since you're my Secretary Ship. You'll lead from the front. And I shall be in the rear with the gear.” You smile at her.

“I've been meaning to ask, sir.” You tilt your head. “Is it really proper for an Admiral to remain at the base while we-” You fold your arms. “On second though, nevermind. I'll- I'll just go.” She quickly heads out the door, leaving you with F4.

“She has a point,” says F4. “Though I would actually disagree with you directly accompanying them into combat. Prosecutor must at least be having doubts at your actual combat skill.”

“Please.” You roll your eyes. “I happen to be top of my class, F4.”

“Only because you cheated.”

“No.” You tap him on the hull. “I was -smart- enough to cheat. People who play by the rules are nothing but a bunch of coasters who let people plunk giant mugs on them for the rest of their pathetic lives. I live by my own rules.” You grin at him. “What do you think of that you tin can?”

“I think you're completely full of yourself, respectfully.”

-

-

Arc Hammer groans, rubbing her head. “Again!?” Tellstar runs around, arms outstretched as she tries to balance herself, keeping herself ready for launch. For the purpose of launching Starship Girls without the need of having to utilize a ship to carry them into combat, you have a Mass Driver instead. Six of them for a full fleet are ready to launch to the set coordinates. It'll be a long ways back though, which means you'll be pretty alone.

“Alright, girls, you-” Tellstar immediately falls right into her slot. “Tellstar, get the right way up.”

“Sorry!” She hurries to force herself head first rather than feet first.

“Alright, girls.” You stand by the control console. “You know the score. Get us back something worth getting, alright?”

“Yeah!” yells Prosecutor and Tellstar. You look to Arc Hammer.

“Yaaaay,” Arc Hammer very venomously yells.

> “If you don't want to go, you don't have to, Arc Hammer.”
> “Suck it up. You're twice Tellstar's size, darn it.”
> Other

>>838355
> “Suck it up. You're twice Tellstar's size, darn it.”
"Your salvaging this time, think of it like prep work for building things."

>>838355
>> “Suck it up. You're twice Tellstar's size, darn it.”

>>838355
> “Suck it up. You're twice Tellstar's size, darn it. plus you'd be able to spot the ones worth the effort.”

>>838355
> “Suck it up. You're twice Tellstar's size, darn it.”

>>838369
second this

> “Suck it up. You're twice Tellstar's size, darn it.”

“Aw, suck it up, Arc Hammer.” She huffs, folding her arms as she stands in the Mass Driver slot. “You're twice Tellstar's size and look at her!”

Tellstar is scrunched up in her Mass Driver slot. “Is this good?” You sigh, rubbing your face with your hand. Dang it.

“Fine. But I want a reward when I get back for doing this!” she says.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Ready!” They stand stiff, and let their protective caskets seal around them. “Aim!” The Mass Drivers shudder as they rise up into position. A turret attached beneath them rotates to the correct angle and degree needed to launch them. “And... fire!” You hit the big red button.

They explode out of the rails, flying up into the sky like big red meteors.

…

Right. You fold your arms, smiling. “Well, that's my job done for today!” You turn around and walk immediately into F4. “Move, can.”

“Sir. Perhaps you should prepare something for them when they get back, an actual reward.”

“Working with me is reward enough, don't you think?” You smirk at him.

“Yeah, participation reward,” he mutters.

> Prepare some kind of reward for the expedition when they get back. Dinner and cake perhaps?
> Talk to Resolute and Redemption in the repair docks, see what they have to say.
> Forget it, you are going to relax, and you are going to like it.
> Other

>>838428
> Prepare some kind of reward for the expedition when they get back. Dinner and cake perhaps?

>>838428
>> Prepare some kind of reward for the expedition when they get back. Dinner and cake perhaps?
>> Talk to Resolute and Redemption in the repair docks, see what they have to say.

>>838428
> Prepare some kind of reward for the expedition when they get back. Dinner and cake perhaps?

>>838428
> Prepare some kind of reward for the expedition when they get back. Dinner and cake perhaps?
> Talk to Resolute and Redemption in the repair docks, see what they have to say.

>>838428
>> Prepare some kind of reward for the expedition when they get back. Dinner and cake perhaps?
"F4, should i cook it myself or..."
"I'll get the chef to cook it sire. Remember Darth Vader has banned you from cooking ever again".

>>838428
> Prepare some kind of reward for the expedition when they get back. Dinner and cake perhaps?

definitely cake. This should be our new standard operation. Celebration upon return. Raise morale and keep it high.

> Prepare some kind of reward for the expedition when they get back. Dinner and cake perhaps?

You sigh. “Come on, F4. Let's get cooking then. They'll be hungry!” You rub your hands together, grinning. “And I cook a mean Zygerrian barbecue.”

“No you don't, your Zygerrian servant back at the Academy did,” he says.

“Well, maybe I learned something from her,” you say.

“Like how loud she is in bed?”

“Yadda, yadda. Let's go.”

-

-

A couple of hours were spent in the kitchen as you and F4 cracked some eggs, dumped some cream into some pans, and threw in a bit of sugar and cinnamon as well for good measure. The dinner was more or less a simple barbecue of ribs, some barbecue sauce you borrowed from Prosecutor's cupboard, and for dessert, a lovely little vanilla cake. You're not interested in anything too expensive or too decorative. Cake's cake after all.

As you work, you hear the door open. “Oh, what's this?” You look back to see Redemption in her uniform again, smiling at you. “Are you cooking something?”

“I am!” you say, completely covered in ingredients.

“No, I am,” says F4. “He's getting in the way.”

“I'm making sure our droid doesn't poison us,” you say. F4 squeals, gently ramming into your leg. “Oi.”

Redemption giggles a little. “Oh, that's sweet of you, Admiral. Would you like some help?”

“No, no. Go sit at the table, we'll have-” Redemption immediately walks past you and starts cooking. O... kay. She starts swirling the mixture of ingredients in the pan, immediately going into mother mode it seems.

> “So, Redemption. Nice name.”
> “I guess we'll just let you take care of it then.”
> “Quite motherly, aren't you?”
> Other

>>838567
> “Quite motherly, aren't you?”

> “Quite motherly, aren't you?”

>>838567
> “Quite motherly, aren't you? Not in a bad way of course.”

>>838567
> “Quite motherly, aren't you?”

>>838567
>>838594
This

> “Quite motherly, aren't you?”

You chuckle a little. “Quite motherly, aren't you, Redemption?”

“Motherly, sisterly, wifely, it's all the same,” she says as she checks the temperature in the oven. “Still, one way to take care of people is to get right into their heart. And the best way to a man's heart is through their stomach!” She pats her own belly to emphasize the point. “Still, though, Admiral. What's the occasion? Is Lord Vader visiting?”

“No, why would-” Why would Lord Vader eat cake? Does he even eat!? “No. I was making it as a reward for the expedition when they got back.” Redemption blinks, surprised at that. “What, do Admirals not do that?”

“Well, no, not that I've heard of,” she says.

“Oh.” You think back on your childhood. Mom always rewarded you for doing good stuff like bringing home credits, taking out the trash, putting things into the laundry, all that stuff. Of course, you also had like seven servants to do it for you but still. “Well, that's- consider me a different breed of Admiral!” You grin, leaning on the counter close to her. “One that takes good care of you all.”

“Aww.” Redemption smiles back in a warm fashion. “You're spoiling us, Admiral.”

“Oh, there are other ways I could spoil you,” you say quietly. She giggles quietly.

“Well, could you perhaps chop these leaves for the spices then?” she asks as she slides the cutting board over. You nod, taking the knife.

“So, Redemption. Tell me. How long have you been in service then?” you ask.

“Only a couple of months, though I was alive for much longer actually. I was one of the initial Soul Crystals born into a Starship Girl,” she explains. “They ran so many tests on me, told me I would help those who cannot help themselves.” She sighs deeply. “And yet, here we are.”

“Hey, we can win this war with you girls. It's just a matter of-” You feel a sting at your finger. “Ah!” You hold up your finger. A light cut is already bleeding at the tip of it. “Dang it...”

“Oh, Admiral!” Redemption takes your hand. “Here, let me.” And with no warning, she immediately place her finger in your mouth and suckles gently on it. Oh- oh my. You feel some blood rush to your cheeks. This is quite forward of her. And probably unhealthy. Wow. “Mmm.” She takes your finger out, smiling. “Aw, you just needed a kiss to make it better.”

You smirk. “What if I were to accidentally cut my lip, would you-”

“Ahem.” You look to the door to see Resolute, also in uniform, leaning against the doorframe. “I smell something good. Is our Admiral actually cooking dinner for us?”

> “Go away. Now.”
> “... yes. I am.”
> “No, my droid is.”
> Other

>>838720
> “... yes. I am.”

Take credit where credit is due.

>>838720
> “... yes. I am.”

>>838720

> “Go away. Now and get cleaned up.”

>>838720
>> “... yes. I am.”
>>"With help of course."

>>838720
>>838766
This.

>>838720
>>838766
This

> “... yes. I am.”

Dang it, Resolute. You were just about to... Agh! “Yes, yes I am. With help of course.” You gently slap Redemption on the back. “Did you want to help?”

“No, I was just very surprised as all,” she says. “It's not often you get an Admiral with such fatherly instincts as yours.” FATHERLY!? Why you oughta bend her over your knee and spank that butt of hers! Wait. That's fatherly too! Damn it! “I assume we're having ribs for dinner then.”

“Yeah,” you say. She walks up, examining the ribs as F4 spreads the sauce all over them. “So?”

“They happen to be Prosecutor's favorite,” she says simply. “So good choice.” Oh, well then. “My advice, make them as spicy as possible. She loves the Mandalorian cuisine and part of that is incredibly spicy food.”

“Yeah, let's not,” you say. “Let's just get the food done first before-”

“ADMIRAL!” Tellstar immediately flies in, not literally thankfully, and bumps her head against the kitchen counter. Redemption yelps, catching her as she falls. “... ow.”

“Tellstar! Be more careful!” Redemption craddles Tellstar in her arms, pouting at her. “Are you back so soon?”

She shakes her head. “Yeah! Yeah!” As if completely ignoring her injury, she points outside the kitchen. “You have to go see this, Admiral!” You and Resolute look at each other, then shrug. You elect to have Redemption stay with Tellstar and F4, then walk out the canteen. As the sun sets, you see Prosecutor and Arc Hammer wheel two metal crates in from your Arquitens ship, they must have rallied together.

“Prosecutor, what did you find?” you ask.

She sighs. “Unfortunately, no resources like starfighters, guns, or resources to build or remodel. But.” She smiles happily. “We found two Soul Crystals.” Arc Hammer opens them both up.

The one on the left happens to have a floating metallic halo around it. It glows yellow within, occasionally pulsing red. Arc Hammer explains it to you. “This is the Soul of a CIS Ship, a Separatist ship. Ships from the Separatist Alliance have their uses. While they don't have great speed, maneuverability, or firepower, they excel in boarding actions and can take quite a few hits as well. Plus, they also provide passive boosts to any other CIS ships nearby. Unfortunately, this one is probably only at most a cruiser class. Maybe a Munificent or a Recusant.”

“What about the other one?” you ask.

“This one is...” She opens the other one. It glows an intense red, and is quite obviously larger than the other one. “I honestly don't know. It might be Imperial, but it has quite the uh... aura around it.”

Prosecutor smiles at you. “Did you want to hatch the Crystals now, sir?”

> “Sure, let's do it.”
> “After dinner. I cooked your favorite, Prosecutor.”
> Other

>>838909
> “Sure, let's do it.”
Hatch the shipgirls, invite them to dinner.

>>838909
>> “After dinner. I cooked your favorite, Prosecuto

>>838909
>"Sure, let's do it. They can join us for dinner. Prosecutor! I made your favorite."

> “Sure, let's do it.”

>>838918
>>838925
One will be a CIS ship I expect bad blood

>>838929
Then we keep Prosecutor at the other end of the table from her

>>838909
Voting this >>838923

>>838909
I like this Anon's idea >>838918. Make it a Mission Feast and a Welcome Feast.

Should that be our command ideology? Victory through superior morale?

>>839014
Pretty much

>>839014
It's not like we got any other skills really

Our harem grows bigger

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>>839035
>harem
That is NOT what an Admiral does!

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>>839060

It CAN be though. As long as Vader doesn't find out.

>>839060
Only capital ship class is okay!

>>839078
Are Acclamators capital ships?

>>839103
Yes.

>>839148
Then Prosecutor is a go

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> “Sure, let's do it.”

-

-

Arc Hammer stands at the controls of the Hatching Device. You, Prosecutor, and Resolute stand and wait. The first Crystal to be loaded was the CIS one. You hear a loud metallic grinding inside as it works its way on birthing the new Starship Girl. “Stand by.” She examines the controls with the use of data goggles, keeping things stable for whatever is happening inside. The bright light glowing from between the two doors slowly creeps up from bottom to top.

Then shuts out. A mist shoots out. The door open up as the girl falls to her knees. She wears what appears to be an office uniform, a blue blazer with dark grey trim with a white blouse, a black tie, and a pencil skirt along with pantyhose and knee high boots. Her Starship Equipment are metal plates along her arms, a radio array in the form of an alice band on her head, pulling her sandy brown hair back and allowing to form a messy but prim and proper bun. Her eyes glow yellow for a second, then settle into dark red.

She takes a deep breath, sighing deeply, then stands up. She looks up at you, then at Prosecutor and Resolute. “Ohoho~, what do we have here, a bunch of Republic ships need the help of General Grevious' flagship? Why, I do declare, y'all are too kind, far too kind!” She steps up to you. “You must be the head honcho round here. I am the FORCE OF COMMERCE! Munificent-class Star Frigate, personal flagship of General Grievous, one of the premier models of the Banking Clan. Maybe you've heard of me?”

> FORCE OF COMMERCE <
> Munificent-class Star Frigate <

“Nope,” says Resolute.

“Nah,” says Prosecutor.

“... really?” she says. “I was the personal flagship of General Grievous!”

“I thought the Invisible Hand was-”

“Don't- don't mention-!” Force of Commerce stomps her heel, pouting furiously at the two of them. “I deserve a little respeck round here, y'all. I am smart, I am efficient, I-”

“We destroyed ships of your class in the hundreds,” says Resolute simply.

“Oh, shut up!”

Arc Hammer clears her throat. “If you will please get the other Crystal in here. We can get this going.” Prosecutor sighs, stepping around Force of Commerce as she indignantly folds her arms and glares at Resolute, who simply stares sternly back at the Frigate. The new crystal is set into the Hatching Device.

“So, these are my new digs, eh?” says Force of Commerce. “Hmph, to think that I'll share it with some Republic butterknives.”

[1/2]

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>>839233
[2/2]


“Initiating.” Arc Hammer looks down at the console for a second, then looks up at you. “Admiral. It appears this Crystal is indeed a Star Destroyer-class.” Oh really? Excellent! It'll be an amazing force multiplier then along with Force of Commerce! The bright light shoots out from between the doors again, but suddenly starts to pulse red.

“Uh, is that normal?” you ask as the machine whines.

“Not getting any weird readings,” she says. “But-” A spark suddenly shoots out from one of the consoles next to her. “Interesting.” Oh boy.

The Hatching Device starts to vibrate and shake vigorously as the loading begins to complete. Here we go. Please be a real big Star Destroyer. Prosecutor hides behind Resolute. And Force of Commerce hides behind you. Prosecutor immediately bats her away to hide behind you. Ladies, please. Plenty of you to go around.

The doors explode open, shrouding the room in a red light and a dark mist.

…

“YOUR SERVANT OF DARKNESS HAS ARISEN!” she yells. She flaps her cape back, showing off her black gauze dress, her black thigh highs and knee high boots, her radio array alice band that does nothing for her wildly wavy black hair. Her eyes glow blue, then dim down to a golden yellow as she stands complete with left bandaged arm with a large glove, and a sleeveless right arm. And upon her right eye, a metal eyepatch immediately drops down. “BEHOLD, WEAKLINGS, FOR I AM THE SCION OF THE DARK SIDE!”

… oh great.

She walks up to you, smiling at you as you stand at relatively eye height, with her only being an inch or two taller than Resolute. She then kneels down. “Dark greetings, Lord Admiral. I am at your service.”

You look at Arc Hammer as if to say, “What the hell?” She shrugs back. Apparently even she's confused.

“I am the darkness, I am the night, I am the blackness in men's hearts! I AM FINALIZER!”

> FINALIZER <
> ??? <

“I am a Star Destroyer, a corrupter of planets, destroyer of the weak and the innocent, master of the Force!” she declares. “And I am completely at your disposal! I am sworn to do anything you wish of me!”

Oh, anything? Resolute slaps the back of your head. Hey!

Force of Commerce pouts furiously. “... what, no other proud Alliance ships? Hmph.”

Finalizer grins at you madly. “So, where do we begin?”

> “With dinner.”
> “Well, let's see what you two have in the training arena.”
> “Well, you said you'd do anything, right?”
> Other

>>839237
>> “With dinner.”

> “With dinner.”

>>839237
>“With dinner.”

A hearty feast to meet, greet and debrief lightly

>>839237
> “With dinner.”

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>>839237
>> “With dinner.”

>Chuuniboat Finalizer
>“Dark greetings, Lord Admiral."

So we get dark chuuni isd then? Does she have isd sized frontal armor at least?

>>839287
At twice the size of an Imperator-I/II ISD, she's definitely well-endowed.

>>839156
That's given but redemption is also nice

>>839237
> “With dinner.”

>>839294
So she is a what model is she again?

>>839316
Resurgent-class, from TFA

We've summoned a ship from an alternate universe

>>839318
And from the future.

I'm not sure if we fucked up or not

>>839316
Resurgent. Basically, she's head and shoulders above anything else currently available, besides SSDs, if my understanding of the tech levels is correct.

>>839321
>>839318
>>839323

That mother fucker can Solo god damn Empire fleets with its batteries of guns. We have scored hugely.

>>839327
But her personality is kind of iffy. I kind of wanted to refit our fleet.

>>839294
So she's almost super star destroyer sized then? Thats some frontal armor

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>>839390
She's bigger than an ISD, but nowhere close to an SSD

>>839390
>>839414
Also, ignore the pink circle

I hope Finalizer comes with her TIE/fo which would be really nice since they have deflector shields.

> “With dinner.”

-

-

The dinner table is actually pretty quiet, save for Black Hawk chowing down immensely on her ribs like some kind of eating droid. Tellstar, Resolute, and Prosecutor sit on one side of the table while the new arrivals, Force of Commerce and Finalizer sit on the other side. Black Hawk, Redemption, and Arc Hammer, being the only neutral parties in this elect to just eat without too much worry. You see Force of Commerce glare at Prosecutor as she munches on a rib. Prosecutor tilts her head, then looks away shyly. Force of Commerce huffs, smirking in triumph as she sticks out her tongue and mocks Prosecutor from across the table. Not even the fine favorite of ribs is keeping Prosecutor in a good mood.

…

“Very enjoyable conversation we're having,” says Resolute.

“Now, girls.” You lean forward on the table. “Come on, let's introduce our newcomers as uh...” You look over at Finalizer's dress, seeing it form right around her body in all the right places. “As new parts of our little family, yeah?”

Force of Commerce smirks. “So, Prosecutor.” Prosecutor looks up. “Were you the flagship for any Jedi Generals?”

“W-... well, I- there was one Jedi but I don't remember who he was,” says Prosecutor.

“Ohoho~, hmph. As expected from a first generation assault ship,” says Force of Commerce.

Resolute glares at Force of Commerce. “I'll have you know, just because you were briefly General Grievous' flagship does not make you his favorite.” The Separatist ship huffs, looking away.

“THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!” yells Finalizer as she slams her fists onto the table, scaring Black Hawk and Tellstar. “Why are we not slaying the enemy!? Why are we eating when we could be conquering the Galaxy!?” Black Hawk scoots over to Finalizer, smiling up at her. “What are you looking at!?”

Black Hawk grins. “I like your eye patch! Did you lose your eye or something?”

“O-oh. Um.” Finalizer blinsk, then looks away. “Um, it's uh... I didn- IT'S FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES!” she yells. Black Hawk smiles as she starts to steal food off of Finalizer's plate.

Prosecutor clears her throat. “Well, Commerce. I think-”

“FORCE of Commerce!” she insists.

“Force of Commerce, I think we can put the past beside us and-”

Force of Commerce immediately leans over, rolling up her sleeve. “Present your arm to me! I will not lose to a Republic ship in an arm wrestle!” Prosecutor shrinks a bit in fear. “Haha! You coward!”

Resolute scoots Prosecutor away. “If she will not, I will.” Resolute grabs Commerce's hand, and immediately Commerce flinches in pain. She looks like she regrets this decision. “I've destroyed countless Munificent-class ships, you are not an exception.”

> Let this happen. There's no way you can salvage this.
> “Hey, how about we all introduce ourselves to the new girls. Yeah?”
> “I guess we can call dinner for tonight. I'll show the girls to their quarters.”
> Other

>>839436
> “Hey, how about we all introduce ourselves to the new girls. Yeah?”

>>839436
>> “Hey, how about we all introduce ourselves to the new girls. Yeah?”

Let the arm wrestling continue though

>>839436
> “Hey, how about we all introduce ourselves to the new girls. Yeah?”
>Also don't break the table.

>>839436
>> “Hey, how about we all introduce ourselves to the new girls. Yeah?”

But yeah, this Anon is right>>839463. Let the girls sort themselves out and dish out righteous punishment if it becomes inappropriate.

by righteous I mean bear handed and by punishment, I mean spankings

> “Hey, how about we all introduce ourselves to the new girls. Yeah?”

“Hey. Look. Let's all introduce ourselves, come on. Uh, Redemption.” Redemption looks over to you, smiling as Resolute as Commerce start to arm wrestle with each other over the table. “Redemption, why don't you go first. We'll go around the table, okay?”

Redemption smiles warmly at everybody. “Hello, everybody. My name is Redemption. I am a Nebulon-B Frigate ship. I adore cooking, cleaning, tending to wounds, bathing in the repair docks...” Oh great. Here we go. “And I hope to work with each and every one of you as our Fleet grows bigger! Miss Black Hawk?”

“I'm Black Hawk!” Black Hawk grins as her face gets slathered with barbecue sauce. “I am a Lancer-class Frigate! And it's my job to shoot down fighters! And I LOVE MY JOB! HAHA!” She quickly goes back to eating furiously, disturbing even Finalizer.

“I am the servant of the Dark Side, scion of the Dark Lords, and messenger of the Dark Forces! I am a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer, Finalizer!” she declares. She immediately moves her plate away from Black Hawk. “AND STOP STEALING MY FOOD! Or I will be forced to execute you with the use of my cross-guard red-bladed lightsaber!”

“You have a lightsaber?” asks Black Hawk.

“... well, no. BUT I COULD BUILD ONE IF I HAD TIME, SO DO NOT TEST ME!” she hisses.

Force of Commerce struggles to do anything against what appears to be a relaxed and smug Resolute. “I am Force of Commerce, flagship of General Grievous and proud vessel of the Separatist Alliance and... I declare I will not be beaten by a Republic ship of the Open Circle Fl-” Resolute slams her hand down on the table. “Yow! Ah! Sunuva-!”

“And I am Resolute, and as one of the proud Venator-class ships and flagship of the Open Circle Fleet,” she says. “I just beat you.”

Tellstar looks over at everyone, covered completely in barbecue sauce somehow as she eats. “... I'm Tellstar. I'm an Arquitens. Nice to meet you all.” Redemption walks over, immediately starting to rub the sauce off of her cheeks.

“Arc Hammer.” Arc Hammer leans back in her seat bemusedly looking at everybody. “And that's it.”

“And I am Prosecutor, an Acclamator Assault Ship and Secretary ship to the Admiral,” you say.

Finalizer glares at Prosecutor. “You!? How is such a puny Assault Ship the Secretary to the Lord Admiral! This mofference is an affront to the Dark Side!” … Mofference? “I move that we move against the enemy now and show them our force against theirs!”

> “Yeah, yeah. After dessert.”
> “We'll do it tomorrow, Finalizer. Don't worry.”
> “Alright, let's go then.”
> Other

>>839745
>> “We'll do it tomorrow, Finalizer. Don't worry.”
Don't go fighting immediately after you eat

And get something to distract Finalizer. Maybe open the firing range for her

>>839745
>> “We'll do it tomorrow, Finalizer. Don't worry.”
Chill out, Finalizer.

>>839745
> “We'll do it tomorrow, Finalizer. Don't worry.”
Well we threw our girls into the sims before we sent them out to war so why not do that for the newbies as well?

> “We'll do it tomorrow, Finalizer. Don't worry.”

>>839745
> “We'll do it tomorrow, Finalizer. Don't worry.”

We engage the enemy on our terms. And our terms include dessert and a good night's sleep.

>>839745
> “We'll do it tomorrow, Finalizer. Don't worry.”

>>839745
>> “We'll do it tomorrow, Finalizer. Don't worry.”
Sims first then open space. We need to figure out a proper formation.

> “We'll do it tomorrow, Finalizer. Don't worry.”

“Hey, we'll do it tomorrow, Finalizer. Calm down.” She huffs when you say that, going back to poking at her food. “For now though, let's have dessert. F4, bring out the cake.”

“Cake!?” Commerce's eyes go wide, not even caring that Resolute is probably crushing her hand right now.

“Cake!?” yell Tellstar and Black Hawk.

The cake is wheeled up to the dinner table. You stand up and grab a fresh knife to cut some even slices for everybody. It's a fresh vanilla cake with some strawberries to top it off and red cream as well to trim off the edges. Big enough for everybody to enjoy with room for seconds. “Wow!” Resolute lets go of Commerce, and everybody starts to lean in, waiting for a silence. “Lord Vader never got me cake.”

“I'm not Lord Vader,” you declare. You place a slice down for Prosecutor. “Consider this a reward for all that you do. Prosecutor, Arc Hammer, and Tellstar especially for retrieving our newest girls. They get the biggest slices.” Prosecutor looks down at her slice, in awe of it, apparently never having seen a cake before in her life it seems. “And people say I can't be merciful.”

“Nobody ever said that,” says Resolute.

“I did!” says Black Hawk.

“Regardless. Let's just have a nice dessert.” Everyone gets a slice of cake to themselves, and immediately they start digging in. “Redemption and F4, I will give credit to them helping out with it. They did most of the work in fact I shall admit. But, it was my idea. Consider this a taste of things to come. If you do good, I will reward you well.”

Tellstar grins, her face already now covered in frosting. “Mmmm! So good!”

Finalizer stares at the cake as it sits on the table. “... This isn't food for a Dark Sider like me.”

“Oh.” Black Hawk grabs the plate. “More for me then-”

“NO!” Finalizer swipes it away from her. “N- no. I'll eat it. Mmm...” Finalizer angrily eats the cake, glaring at Black Hawk. “Annoying little Frigate...” Her cheeks go red as she munches embarrassedly on the cake. “I hate sweet things...”

“Tell you what, Finalizer. After dessert, I'll let you go a round in the sims before bed time. Then we can start planning the offensive,” you say. “Until then. You all have a cake to enjoy, come on.” Everyone digs in happily.

Prosecutor looks up at you, and smiles warmly. “Thank you, Admiral!” You feel a slight swelling of pride in your chest. She continues to eat as the sweetness of the cake melts in her mouth. “Oooh, so good!”

You should spoil your girls more. This is lovely.

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>>839878
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Who's the best boat?

>>839878
Thanks for the fun, boss.

Tellstar for cutest imouto!

>>839891
Fucking Resurgent-Class hands down, until we get something larger then the dime a dozen CIS Munificent-class Star Frigate or a SSD

>>839891
Still Prosecutor for me.
Though Redemption and Resolute both share second place.

>>839891
Prosecutor a best, but Finalizer is pretty great. I wonder if she will live up to the hype in combat.

A Resurgent should be head and shoulders above ANYTHING that can be fielded, short of SSDs. Like, full on fucking curb stomp.

Let's see if she's got the chops for this.

>>839891
I like Redemption and Prosecutor with Resolute as a close second.

Tellstar is a daughteru.

BTW German, give us the updated 'frontal armor' list now.

>>839932
a feel Finalizer will break the game.

>>839944
Currently in your fleet from largest to smallest.

1. Finalizer
2. Resolute
3. Redemption
4. Munificent
5. Prosecutor
7. Arc Hammer/Black Hawk
8. Tellstar

>>839891
I have to give it to Finalizer, though that might because I'm a sucker for chuuniboats. The Finalizer becoming apart of the fleet worries me since the Resurgence-class is like a pocket super star destroyer which makes things feel like shit is going to hit the fan hard.

Its like getting a 5star rare in a gacha game

>>839891
Black Hawk for the space-Atlanta/Dido/Akizuki love.

>>839891
Resolute, obviously.

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>>839954
>>839932
>>839977
I'm betting Finalizer is gonna be like Yamato: too expensive and resource-consuming to field in anything except decisive battles

>>840408
Ah, makes sense. One of my very first ships was Nagato. Trying to field her as my main ship nearly bankrupt me several times.

The next day came, and with it an early breakfast, and a briefing in the Briefing Room. Your girls all sit around together as they look at the holomap in front of them. “Alright. Prosecutor. Would you mind?”

Prosecutor nods, holding the datapad in her arms. “Hello, everyone!”

“Hi, Prosecutor!” says Redemption. She waves at Prosecutor while Black Hawk and Tellstar nap on her lap and her shoulder.

“Hi, hehe...” You glance at her. Get on with it. “Ehehe, okay. Um. So. Here's the deal. This is the last zone of influence for the Yuuzhan Vong here in the Dantooine system. We have already confirmed the presence of six cruiser-class ships, two corvettes, two carriers, one Star Destroyer, and a Cruiser Princess.” Everyone besides Black Hawk and Tellstar are listening intently. “So. We assume their formation will be deployed thusly in the shape of a wedge. The Cruisers will form the wings, with the Star Destroyer taking point, the corvettes taking the wide flanks, the carriers in the middle, and the Princess behind. If we eliminate the Princess however, we guarantee any remaining ships will break and rout to save themselves without their guiding intelligence.”

“So I assume the plan is to assassinate the Princess above all else,” says Resolute.

“Well. Erm.” She looks at you. You shrug. Hey, she's doing fine. Doing your job well enough. “So, the plan is for is to approach at distance from lightspeed, where we can make initial bombardments with the help of our new arrival, Finalizer. Then we advance in formation with fighter screens from myself, Resolute, Finalizer, and Comm-”

“FORCE OF COMMERCE!” yells Commerce.

“Y-, yes. Force of Commerce. The idea is to utilize hopefully our superior firepower. We focus on their Star Destroyer-class first, then our fighters will attempt to tie down their ships while Black Hawk and Tellstar focus on keeping their fighters away from us. And hopefully, we'll have a straight shot at the Cruiser Princess. Any questions?”

Resolute raises her hand. “Was this your idea or was it the Admiral's?”

“Mine,” you say bluntly. It wasn't yours, but it's not like Prosecutor's going to admit that. “Come on, Resolute. Have a little faith in your superior officer.”

“Yeah!” Finalizer glares at Resolute. “Have faith in the Lord Admiral! I believe this plan will work well!”

“And I have been assured that once we clear the sector.” You get everyone's attention. “There will be a nice reward and potentially some time off as well. I hope you all know the stakes. You're dismissed.” Everyone stands up, moving to replenish some of their energy in the canteen by way of rations.

“Er. Admiral.” You look down at Prosecutor. “Is it really er... I mean- you didn't actually come up with this battle plan so is it right that you take credit for it?”

> “Of course. You're my subordinate, you're technically an extension of me, therefore I should take credit.”
> “Fine. Next time you can take credit.”
> “As your Admiral, yes it is.”
> Other

>>842695
>> “Fine. Next time you can take credit.”

>>842695
> “Fine. Next time you can take credit.”

>>842695
>> “Fine. Next time you can take credit."

>>842695
>> “Fine. Next time you can take credit.”

> “Fine. Next time you can take credit.”

“Alright, alright. Fine, Prosecutor. Next battle plan you come up with, you can take credit.”

“Oh. Um, alright.” She nods slowly. “Well, thank you, Admiral. This is just uh... very- this is an interesting set of circumstances I must admit. I'm not too comfortable with how the Fleet is organized. All of us moving as one like this?”

“Hey, you planned it, not me. I'm just taking credit for it,” you say. “Now come on.” The two of you walk to the canteen. “Rest assured Prosecutor, if things go well today, I will personally reward you myself! Perhaps some private quarters, perhaps a private shower, anything you want! I will do it!” Just as long as it's not too expensive. “What's on your mind?”

Prosecutor thinks on it for a second, then says, “I'd really love an original suit of Mandalorian Neo-Crusader armor with a complete set of Bes'kar vibroblades.”

“Okay, yeah, that's too expensive,” you say. She mopes a bit, looking down at the floor as you walk. “We'll need to set your sights a little more in the realm of reality, alright?” She nods at that, still moping.

You arrive at the canteen, there you find the girls all munching and eating up their designated rations, crafted from the same resources that you salvage from Yuuzhan Vong ships which apparently help grant them their powers of regeneration and attack. F4 has already told you to eat those rations when you get the chance, which stands to reason that he's trying to kill you, so you consciously try to stay away from them. “So. Finalizer.” Commerce sits next to Finalizer as she places her hands together, in apparent prayer. “What's with the eyepatch? Is that like high functioning?”

“The eyepatch is to represent intimidation!” says Finalizer as she glares at Commerce. “As the Scion of the Dark Side, I cannot abide by people looking at me and not being terrified of me!”

“Yeah, you're real scary,” says Arc Hammer as she walks by.

“Hmph!” Finalizer folds her arms. “I'll have you know, that this eyepatch-” Commerce immediately grabs onto it and pulls. “AH! AH! LET GO! LET GO! LET GO OF MY EYEPATCH!”

Commerce glares at Finalizer. “Hey, you're not even missing an eye! What in tarnation are you trying to pull here!?”

“Okay, okay, it's just to make me look cool, but let go! Let go! It hurts!” yells Finalizer. You walk up to the two of them. “Lord Admiral! Admiral! Make her stop!”

> Pull on the eyepatch.
> “Stop that, Commerce.”
> “Hey, you're a big girl, you can do it yourself.”
> Other

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>>842844
>> “Stop that, Commerce.”
If you're gonna bully her, do it where I can't see you

>>842844
>> “Stop that, Commerce.”

>>842844
>Scoop Finalizer up and stare at her.
>"Gonna let an adorable little Star-frigate bully big bad you? "

>>842844
> “Stop that, Commerce.”

>>842844
>>842885
This.

>>842844
> Pull on the eyepatch.
Bully chuuniboat

>>842844
this>>842885

Fuck it, we got a tie.

1. #teasethefinalizer2016
2. #stopthebullying2016

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>843075
And I forgot the dice.

>>843079
KEK WILLS IT

> Other

You walk on over, then immediately scoop up Finalizer in a princess carry.

Or, you would, if she wasn't so heavy. You heft her up and hope that your minuscule time in the gym is enough. Judging by the fact that you are indeed holding her up and the fact that she appears utterly terrified and embarrassed, you've succeeded. Your back however is going to be sore for days. “W- what's the matter, Finalizer?” you croak. “You gonna let an adorable little Star-frigate bully big bad you...?” You wheeze out your next breath. Everyone except for Resolute appears to be in awe at strength. It appears Resolute is the only one who seems to understand that doing this is literally about to split you in half. But dang it, you have to look good in front of the girls! AAAAHHHH

“A- I- Uh-...” Finalizer bites her lip, blushing furiously as she twiddles her fingers. “No... No, Lord Admiral.”

“Good!” you hiss. “Show her!” Finalizer blinks, then looks over at an in awe Commerce. She sticks her tongue out, then leans against you oh oh no no no losing balance. Resolute quickly places her hand on your back, stopping you from tipping over. “Thank you, Resolute.”

“Hmph! The Lord Admiral clearly cares for me over a droid ship!” says Finalizer. Commerce huffs, folding her arms and looking away.

“I'm gonna put you down now!” Losing breath. Losing strength in bones. About to drop her. Going to drop her. You gently place her down in the seat. Oh thank goodness. Your body cries out in relief.

Note to self: Do not pick up Starship Girls. They're almost as heavy as the real thing.

Finalizer and Commerce continue to glare at each other as you walk to the door, rubbing your back. “Very smooth, Admiral,” says Resolute. You roll your eyes. Please, she's just jealous it wasn't her that you lifted up. She's a little smaller than Finalizer, you could probably do it! She places her hands on her hips as you open the door. “Admiral, quick question.”

“Can this wait?” you ask. You need to pop some painkillers and grab a drink of kolto, you must have broken something.

“Will you be accompanying us on this sortie?” she asks. “Considering your surprising streak of seeming to actually care for us and what not, it would now seem a bit out of character if you'd just stay at the base.”

“Well, you know, I've been staying at the base for the past few weeks. I can't go to all your battles, I'm not your father, Resolute.” You rub your uniform a bit, squinting at her, taking a glance downwards at her body, then looking back at her face. “Besides, you can handle yourself.”

“Really,” she says.

> “Oh fine, I'll go. A good Admiral leads from the front I suppose.”
> “You're fine. Just make sure you don't come back with damage. Or do so, it makes quite the sight.”
> Other

>>843133
>> “Oh fine, I'll go. A good Admiral leads from the front I suppose.”

>>843133
> “Oh fine, I'll go. A good Admiral leads from the front I suppose.”

>>843133
“Oh fine, I'll go. A good Admiral leads from the front I suppose.”

>>843133
>> “Oh fine, I'll go. A good Admiral leads from the front I suppose.”

>>843133
>> “Oh fine, I'll go. A good Admiral leads from the front I suppose.”

> “Oh fine, I'll go. A good Admiral leads from the front I suppose.”

“Oh fine, I'll go.” You sigh, folding your arms. “Honestly. I suppose a good Admiral leads from the front, but you expect for too much from me, Resolute.”

She sighs, rolling her eyes. “I suppose it is too much to ask of our commanding officer to actually command us once in a while. Regardless, thank you for coming. We'll see each other in the field then.” With that, she steps out the door, a sashay to her hips as she walks as well. Hm, hm. Maybe joining the fight isn't as bad as you make it out to be. You did survive the first fight here after all. That didn't go too bad.

“F4.” He rolls up to you. “Prepare my ship. We are sortieing today.”

“Yes, sir. Very good, just as long as you don't fire me out of the cannons,” he mutters.

-

-

Your Arquitens ship forms the command element of this sortie, with the girls riding along in the prow, ready to deploy at a moment's notice. “Sir.” The helmsman looks back to you. “We are approaching the enemy's location, ETA approximately two minutes.”

“Very good.” You stand at the window, hands behind your back, smiling a little. “Comm check. All ships check in.”

“Prosecutor, standing by.”

“Tellstar, standing by!”

“Black Hawk, standing by!”

“Redemption, standing by.”

“Resolute, standing by.”

“Arc Hammer, standing by... reluctantly.”

“Force of Commerce, 100%!”

“FINALIZER! READY TO DESTROY THE ENEMY!”

Alright, everyone's good. F4 rolls alongside you, watching out the window as hyperspace passes by you. The bluestreaks start to dissipate as you approach your destination. Here we go. “Dropping out of hyperspace now,” says the helmsman. “3, 2, 1.” Your ship lurches to a halt as you drop into space. Deep space is your environment now with only the bright stars being your light out here. And it's enough that you can see your enemy out there as well, in the wedge formation as Prosecutor described. “Enemy ahead, approximately twenty kilometers away, sir.”

“Girls, deploy.”

They drop out of the prow of the Arquitens, zooming towards the enemy.

F4 looks to you. “The enemy doesn't appear to be reacting.”

“Like I care,” you say. “Just means they give the initiative to us. Think tactical, F4.” Though, that is strange.

“They aren't firing at us,” says Prosecutor. “But they are closing the distance.” Your ship follows behind them, ready to provide heavy fire support as needed. “Wait, what the...” The hulking fleshy mass known as the Star Destroyer-class suddenly lurches to the left, then tips itself onto its side, exposing its bottom to your fleet. No guns, no nothing either. The corvettes appear to be doing the same. “Admiral?” You can't see the carriers or the Cruiser princess from behind them.

“What are those things doing?” you ask.

“I'm an astromech droid, why are you asking me?” says F4.

> “Halt.”
> “Close in, they're making themselves easy targets.”
> “Go around the side.”
> Other

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>>843357
>> “Go around the side.”
Shit's getting spooky.

>>843357
> “Go around the side.”

>>843357
> “Go around the side.”

>>843357
> “Go around the side.”

>>843357
>> “Go around the side.”
>Check in on them or our own sensors,

> “Go around the side.”

“Go around the side, Prosecutor. Something's not right.” You fold your arms, watching as your ship girls angle their formation to the left then approach the strange unstructured formation. Are they just surrendering or something?

“Something about this strikes me as familiar,” says Resolute. You look at the tactical map and the sensors. They're closing to five kilometers now, four kilometers, three kilometers... You suddenly see a huge swarm of pings behind their ships. Are those fighters?

“Sir.” One of the crewman looks at you. “We're picking up enemy signatures behind those cruisers and that Star Destroyer-class.”

Your shipgirls continue to close in further. Two kilometers. One and a half kilometers.

“Wait.” Resolute stops in her tracks. “I know this! It's a Marg Sabl!”

“A what?”

You have no time to get clarification as suddenly thousands of Vong fighters pop out from behind the cruisers. The corvettes as well pop out from around the cruisers too, charging in to close the distance. “Fighters, deploy fighters!” yells Prosecutor.

“FINALLY! A CHANCE TO SHOW MY SKILL!” Finalizer levitates out a selection of twelve fighter squadron grenades, then tosses them at the enemy to complement Resolute and Prosecutor's own fighter groups. They explode into the shape of red-striped inverted colored TIE Fighters, with one select group featuring a rear gunner and even more powerful weaponry. They lead the charge, immediately engaging the enemy as the V-19s and the Y-Wings follow them in. “IN THE NAME OF THE DARK SIDE, SLAUGHTER THEM!”

The Vong cruisers begin to right themselves, preparing to bring their guns to bear. Black Hawk and Tellstar swat and bat at the Vong ships while Commerce, Prosecutor and Redemption form a protective cordon around Resolute and Finalizer. Commerce decides to deploy a pair of her Vulture droid squadrons, utilizing a pair of rails on her back and tossing them out like discs. They toss themselves into the fray, screeching wildly.

“Sir.” One of your tactical advisors calls to you. “The Vong corvettes are moving behind the Starship girls. They're being surrounded.”

Uh. Uh oh.

“Ah! Admiral!” yells Prosecutor. “We're being cut off! What do we do!?”

> “Retreat!”
> “Attack!”
> “Hold, I'm coming!”
> Other

>>843569
>Fighting retreat while we push forward, This is to draw fire from the girls onto us and give them a chance for a withdrawl to a safe distance.

>>843569
>Other

Have our frigate and the Spirit of Commerce engage the corvettes with more fighter support from Commerce. Hit hard, kill or drive them off then return to formation. Other ships ahead slow and continue the plan,

>>843569
>>843619
This.

But instead of Spirit of Commerce have Arc Hammer support us. She's a heaily armed ship despite being a factory ship. She can help us buy us time since both of us are bigger then corvettes

>>843645

My idea was based on a quick kill that doesn't weaken our main battle line too much. We'll need Arc Hammer's toughness to absorb some punishment while the corvettes are dealt with

>>843660
She's not doing much and we need those fighters to hold off the front line.

Our goal is to break through those corvettes and Arc Hammer has enough fire power to support us.

>>843667
Our Lancer is a 500 gallon bucket of flaming rape for starfighters. She punches harder than fighter groups when it comes to killing fighters. She will counterbalance our weakened position on the fighters. Which is good. Lancers are less than ideal against other capital ships.

>>843685
and Arc Hammer is not much for brawling against capital ships either, at least she can deal lighter ships.

> Other

“Alright, alright. Commerce, Tellstar, engage those corvettes with fighter support! Black Hawk, Arc Hammer keep on the defensive. We're going to stick to the plan and try and break through!”

“Got it!” yells Black Hawk. “I eat Vong for breakfast, let's do it!” Her cannons spray all over the place, some even wildly ricocheting off of her friendly ships and splattering against Vong fighters. Arc Hammer shields Black Hawk from a force of bombers with her body, gritting her teeth as she peppers the cruisers with long range fire. Commerce and Tellstar meanwhile pair together, diving down on one corvette.

“I got this one!” Commerce pulls a double barreled turbolaser cannon out of her sleeve and fires on the corvette. They smash right through, exploding into fiery bits of flesh and metal. “Ha!” Tellstar flies past, peppering the fiery wreck with shots from her own cannons. Commerce delivers another volley, this seals the deal. The corvette shears in half, floating off into space. “The Separatist Alliance is still here!”

“Look out!” yells Tellstar. She turns around to see a corvette aiming to ram Commerce. Commerce gasps, trying to bring her weapon up.

“OH NO YOU DON'T!” Finalizer flies up and grabs the corvette with both hands, a corvette that by all rights is small by Vong standards, but is still three times her size. She immediately spins around and tosses it right back at the Cruisers. One poor Cruiser is smashed to pieces, sending the line scattering in panic.

And there you see the Cruiser Princess. She turns her head, sitting upon a Vong Cruiser, a crown of teeth and thorns upon her head, and a dress of sandy brown and grey pale skin. She looks at Finalizer with cold blue eyes, squinting slightly in annoyance. She stands up upon her knife shaped Cruiser, then turns it to face Finalizer.

> CRUISER PRINCESS <
> AR%E*TO! <

Prosecutor gasps, staring in awe at the Cruiser Princess for a few seconds. “She-”

“Prosecutor!” yells Resolute. “The Star Destroyer-class!” The Star Destroyer-class and the three other Cruisers from the other form around to try and turn the flank of the girls. As your Arquitens begins to close in to help the girls, you also see the Carriers turn around to distance themselves from the fight. “Focus!”

“THIS IS OUR CHANCE!” yells Finalizer. “SHE WANTS A FIGHT!”

> “Engage that Princess with everything we have!”
> “No, focus! Rally together!”
> “It's time to pull back and regroup!”
> Other

>>843855
> “No, focus! Rally together!”

> “No, focus! Rally together!”

>>843855
>> “No, focus! Rally together!”

>>843855
>“No, focus! Rally together!”

Stick to the plan and stick together!

>>843855
>> “No, focus! Rally together!”

>>843855
> “No, focus! Rally together!”

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>>843855
>> “No, focus! Rally together!”

That name...can it be? Is that Arrestor?

>>844032
The Bulk Cruiser? Could be.
http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Arrestor_(Neutron_Star-class)

> “No, focus! Rally together!”

“No, no, focus!” you yell. “Rally behind Finalizer! Finalizer, focus your efforts on those cruisers and that Star Destroyer.”

“Tch. Alright!” Finalizer pulls back her cape, and sweeps it away, revealing a ludicrous amount of guns behind it. “The Dark Side shall bless my aim! Prepare to fire!” Resolute prepares the DBY-827 heavy turbolaser turrets on her Starship kit. Prosecutor as well loads up her torpedo tubes. Redemption and Commerce as well line up shots with their turbolaser cannons. Arc Hammer very hesitantly also comes into the fray with her own set of cannons.

“Ready!” yells Prosecutor.

“AND FIRE!” Finalizer sweeps her hand forth, signaling a near solid wall of lasers to spew at the Vong. While she does have backup from Resolute, Prosecutor, Arc Hammer, Force of Commerce, and Rdemption, Finalizer's own guns completely sweep the cruisers away and lights fires all across the Star Destroyer-class. The cruisers behind the Star Destroyer break away, fleeing back towards their Princess as she begins to close the distance. “Ha ha! They kneel before our might! Send in the fighters!”

Resolute redeploys a squadron of BLT-B Y-Wings. “Go!” They're followed up by a pair of Hyena Squadrons from Force of Commerce and Prosecutor's own Y-Wings as well. They sweep across the Star Destroyer-class, deploying bombs all around its hull. The Star Destroyer-class however is not done however. It fires a barrage of missiles and lasers in return, and in return, Prosecutor is hit.

“Ah!” Prosecutor's top is sliced in half, and her skirt is nearly blown off. “I'm- I'm hit!” she yells.

“Sir.” One of your tactical advisors calls to you, worried. “Prosecutor is at half strength.”

“Cover Prosecutor, Redemption!” shouts Resolute. “Keep up the fire!” Redemption immediately swoops to carry Prosecutor out of the fight. The Star Destroyer-class starts to die down as more fires break out all across its body. You see bits and pieces of it fly off from explosions from the inside. It's dying, and is definitely out of the fight now. But Prosecutor, damn it! Blast it!

“The Cruiser Princess!” yells Tellstar as she points to it. A buzz of Vong fighters immediately flies out from her skirt, screening her advance. She raises her arms to point them at Finalizer, then out come a spread of four proton torpedoes. “Torpedoes!” The much more agile Tellstar, Black Hawk, and Resolute are able to get away. But Finalizer, being the largest target there, has no such luck.

She is blown back, her dress tearing off at the hip and at the legs. “AH!” she yells in pain.

“Sir!” Another tactical officer calls to you. “Finalizer has taken critical damage!”

“The Vong are starting to rally!” yells Resolute. “Admiral, what are your orders!?”

> “Well, rally back! Attack them!”
> “Form a defensive line!”
> “Retreat, retreat!”
> Other

>>844067
> “Form a defensive line!”

> “Form a defensive line!”

>>844067
> Other
Pull Finalizer and Prosecutor back towards us, while spread the rest of the girls to the left and right, making sure to give the appearance of the injured pair being exposed as they retreat. When the Vong move to pursue, hit them from both sides with the healthy ships, then turn Finalizer and Prosecutor around to bombard from range.

>>844067
>> “Form a defensive line!”

>>844067
>>844103
This. Out-strategy these Vong fools.

>>844067
>> “Form a defensive line!”

>>844067
>>844103
>>844115
Also supporting this with my original vote.

>>844103
Fourth this

>>844067
I'll vote this >>844103

> Other

“Redemption, pull the wounded back towards us. Everyone else spread out to the sides, go!” Redemption carries the wounded Prosecutor and Finalizer out of the battle while the remaining ships spread out into two groups. Cruiser Princess appears to fixate on Prosecutor it seems, and barrels after her, heedless of the slow speed of her escorts. The cruisers for that matter follow her blindly it seems. Just a little bit further. Cruiser Princess fires a barrage of turbolasers.

“Ah!” Redemption gets nicked in the leg as she flies back towards you. A little closer, come on. One of the turbolaser shots blasts a hole in your Arquitens. Okay, that's close enough.

“Now!” you yell. Your ships double back and come around the rear. Black Hawk immediately zaps away her fighter escort. Resolute and Commerce direct their remaining bomber squadrons to run down the cruisers and slow them down, to further separate them from Cruiser Princess. “Commerce, Arc Hammer, Tellstar, go now!”

“Roger, roger!” yells Commerce. “Quick and we can whip 'em y'all!” She zooms in, with Tellstar at her side and Arc Hammer above her. They fire a spread of turbolasers shots, smashing apart the vulnerable and surprised cruisers. Cruiser Princess turns around, her eyes widening in surprise. She fires a spread of turbolaser shots, but her panic makes them go wild. Not a single shot lands.

“Get our guns into position,” you order. Your Arquitens ship rotates your guns towards the Cruiser Princess. She looks at you, fear in her face, then looks back at the ships surrounding her. We got you now. “Fire!”

Your cannons blaze through space and smash into her ship and into her body. A cloud of smoke explodes from her as she takes the shots, dozens and dozens of turbolaser bolts, ion cannon shots, laser cannon shots, the whole nine. “Cease fire!” declares Resolute. The cloud of smoke dissipates.

There you see Cruiser Princess, floating through her space, her clothes torn, her body bruised and burned. She hangs limply in the vacuum, her eyes staring off into the distance.

> “Talb0^... Pros3cu7%&... I fa@&ed... I'm s/*ry.”

Her body then disintegrates into a white cloud of dust, revealing a new Soul Crystal in her place.

“We did it!” yells Tellstar. “Woohoo! And I didn't do anything wrong this-” She slams into the back of Arc Hammer. “Aagh!” She squeals, holding her nose. Resolute and Arc Hammer slap hands, then hug each other, while Black Hawk and Commerce jump for joy. The remaining Vong ships immediately break for lightspeed, retreating back into the vast void.

-

-

[1/2]

>>844354
[2/2]

“TWO WEEKS!?” you yell.

“Yes, sir,” says Arc Hammer as she explains it to you outside of the repair docks. Prosecutor, Finalizer, and Tellstar sustained enough damage to send them to the docks. Redemption also suffered some damage, but insisted that she was fine and she could continue sortieing as needed. “Two weeks.”

Resolute stands next to you, nodding. “Two weeks. Plus... Arc Hammer, a ship that size-”

“Does consume quite a few resources,” says Arc Hammer. “Essentially, her being critically damaged in this fight has basically bankrupted our resource reserve.” How!? WHY!? “What's worse is that we only have three instant repair buckets left.”

“Okay, okay. Fine. Fine uh...” You rub your head. Oh, this is giving you a headache. “What about the stuff we did get?”

“We managed to retrieve a Soul Crystal, unfortunately it's not Star Destroyer-class and above. We don't know what faction it stands for just yet however. Resource wise, we were actually able to at least put stuff on the table, but again... we're going to be bankrupted just resupplying Finalizer.”

What a hog.

> “Let me talk to them, see what they thinks.”
> “Whatever. I'm retiring to my quarters.”
> “Surely we could make another run to scrounge up some resources?”
> Other

>>844370
>> “Let me talk to them, see what they thinks.”
Dangit Finalizer.

>>844370
> “Surely we could make another run to scrounge up some resources?”

>>844370
> “Surely we could make another run to scrounge up some resources?”
Obviously, we must offer lesser shipsluts as sacrifice for our Chunni-Class Star Destroyer.

>>844370
> “Let me talk to them, see what they thinks.”

>>844370
>> “Surely we could make another run to scrounge up some resources?”
>Have Our Aquaten pull some scavenging duty,

>>844370

> “Let me talk to them, see what they thinks.”

Anyone else feel sad for the cruiser princess?

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>>844463
>Feeling sad for creatures that want to kill everybody

> “Let me talk to them, see what they thinks.”

“So it seems the Dark Side does not provide me the materials I need to instantly repair myself,” says Finalizer as she fiddles with a towel in her repair dock bath. Goodness gracious, how does a girl with a mentality like hers end up with a body like that. Her hair rests over her eyes, apparently uncaring or unobservant to anything around her. In the other pens next to her are Prosecutor and Tellstar. Prosecutor, thankfully, only has to spend about a day in the pen while Tellstar only two hours. But Finalizer, unless you put the instant repair bucket on her, is going to be here a while. “That is a shame, I have already done so much and yet...”

“Don't worry about it, Finalizer,” you say. “Prosecutor. Are you okay?”

She smiles at you. “I'm okay, Admiral. I-” You look over to see Tellstar thrashing around in her bath. She's got the towel over her face and now she can't see. Redemption walks over, wearing a bathrobe as she takes the towel off of her face. Good grief. “I uh... I'm fine. Thank you for your concern.”

“You don't seem fine,” you say. “Is something wrong.”

“Well... I know it might seem somewhat ludicrous. But something about that Cruiser Princess was familiar,” she says. “I can't quite put my finger on it. But... thinking on it now makes me feel sad. Somehow. As if I should be remembering her and yet, I can't.” Prosecutor clearly looks distressed by this thought. She looks down at her hands. “I'm sorry, this isn't what you want to hear.”

“It's fine,” you say. “Interesting topic I guess. Is this a common thing?”

“I wouldn't say so,” she explains. “This is the first time I've felt something like this since I was hatched. I don't know.” She shakes her head. “Let's not talk about it.”

“Right, right. Uh...” You look over at Finalizer as she bites down on her towel, clearly not relishing the thought of remaining in the docks for two weeks. “So, we have a couple of instant repair buckets left, I don't suppose-”

“If I were you, I'd only use it for Finalizer, just to keep her ready in case something comes up.” Prosecutor looks over at her, then back at you. “You never know.”

“Um.” Finalizer swims over to you two. “As a newly born scion of the Dark Side, I have no idea what an Instant Repair Bucket does. What does it do?”

> Repair all three girls at once.
> Repair only Finalizer.
> Save the buckets for now.
> Other

>>844544
>> Repair only Finalizer.

>>844544
> Repair only Finalizer.

> Repair only Finalizer.

>>844544
> Repair only Finalizer.
>Make some phone calls?

>>844544
> Repair only Finalizer.

> Repair only Finalizer.

“Arc Hammer!” you shout. “Repair Bucket please!” All of you look up to see the rail above each pen. You hear a squeaking noise as a green bucket starts to come in, hanging by a little aperture on the rail. “That is an Instant Repair Bucket.” From what you understand, Instant Repair Buckets are some kind of regenerative stimulant that helps the girls basically regenerate all internal and external damages pretty much instantly, much faster than the repair docks allow. It's some kind of mixture of bacta and... something else, you don't remember. It was on the exams but you did bribe the TA extensively to give you an answer sheet.

Shame, it'd be nice to know what exactly is in there.

It tips over, pouring glowing green liquid into Finalizer's pen. The water inside the pen quickly lights up, glowing an incredible white. Finalizer hisses, shuddering as her thighs clench together. “Nngnh...” She takes a deep breath. “Aaaahhh!” She places her hands on her cheeks, blushing intensely as all her damage is repaired in a few seconds. “Ahhhnnn... ah... oh. Oh...” She blinks, biting her lip. “So that's what that does.” She shivers a little, her eye twitching a bit.

You smirk. “Yep. “

“The Dark Side delivers once more,” she moans to herself. “I am completely recharged!” She stands up straight, pointing her fist up and revealing her naked body to you. “Wherever you need me, I will go, Admiral! The Darkness shall spread across the Galaxy!”

Redemption covers your eyes. Hey! “The Admiral's busy now, Finalizer. Let's go, Admiral.” Ah, come on!

-

-

You stand straight with F4 and Resolute. “Resolute.” Standing before is the imposing hologram of Lord Vader himself again. “Report on the Admiral's disposition.”

“My Lord.” Resolute bows to him. “We have completely cleared the Dantooine sector. We have claimed a Soul Crystal in the fight and we have also bolstered our current strength to eight girls, soon to be nine. The Vong have retreated in force and we have also slain a Cruiser Princess in the battle. In short, the Admiral has performed beyond what you may have expected of him.” Don't smile, don't smirk, don't do anything. Just look and be respectful. Don't ask about the mask, or anything.

[1/2]

>>844544
>> Repair only Finalizer.
feels like when you get a bb or akagi while being a young scrub ttk

>>844544
> Repair only Finalizer.

>>844773
[2/2]

“I see,” says Lord Vader. “Very well. You have proven yourself to one of my favored subordinates, Admiral.” You nod at that. Don't look proud. “Therefore, you shall be rewarded with a new flagship and a new assignment. Dantooine shall be your permanent base, but you will be granted a new mobile headquarters in the form of a new Star Destroyer.” Oh? An actual Star Destroyer!? Yes! “Included with the Star Destroyer will be new equipment for your Starship Girls: two TIE Fighter squadrons, a boarding party of Stormtrooper fairies, and a remodeling kit as well.”

“Thank you, Lord Vader. I shall use these rewards well.”

“Very good,” says Lord Vader. “I expect-”

“Oh, Lord Vader~!” A Starship Girl comes into view on the hologram, forcing Lord Vader to turn to face her. She wears an apron on top of her uniform, and her black hair is done up in a pair of pigtails as well. “Devastator has made you dinner, it's your favorite!”

…

Devastor looks at you. “Oh, sorry. Devastator is interrupting you. I am so sorry. I should- I should go.” She steps back, out of view.

“I will be watching,” says Lord Vader. His hologram cuts out.

“A remodeling kit, hm?” You nod to Resolute as she says that. “So. Who shall be the lucky girl who gets remodeled?”

> Remodel one of your Starship Girls?”
> “We'll decide later.”
> Other

>>844785
how long does remodeling take? does it require resources and such? would it make the ship a kai ni or just kai?

>>844785
Who the fuck do we have again? Can I get a list and ship-types before i vote on ANYBODY getting overhauled.

>Pop the Soul Crystal

Gotta find out whoses in it before we remodel as well.

>>844785
Tellstar or Redemption

>>844807
Aquitan
Accumulator
Vibratory
Muslicient
Resurgent
Black hawk
Arc hammer