The Inflexible was shaking intensely. Alarms where going off, troops, staff, running around in chaos. The (cont) tl.gd/n_1rl6mol

Hours after the conflict, the crew were near repairing the damage from earlier, and had finished sending corpses down to the medical~

~ward to be boxed up, and eventually jettisoned into the dark vacuum of space.

Arlos was on the bridge, as usual. Now he was captain, he had great responsibilities. He began reading through damage~

~reports, casualty reports, listening to the Galactic news about the insurgency that had uprised. He was exhausted.

A technical officer approached him, and informed him that the ship was ready for flight. He then requested where they were to travel.

"Set course for Kalos. It's a dead world, nobody will find us there." He commanded. The officer nodded, and repeated the order~

~to the navigation officers which were working feet below. They complied, and prepared to travel.

In the meantime, he headed down to his quarters to get a good day, night sleep, whatever time it was in the vast ocean of darkness.

Carlos reported to the bridge of the Inflexible, with coordinates ready to deploy, for they were finally ready to regroup with an Imperial~

//Arlos*

~fleet that they might find, if there were any.

Only says earlier the bridge had received a distress call from the Taris system, alerting all battle groups to travel to the system, where~

~they'd be able to organize into a rather sizeable defense unit.

He stared out of the bridge window, before giving the order to the navigation crew. "Set course for the Taris system." He commanded.

The Destroyer blasted into hyperspace. The new commander was hoping there would be safety there.