Birth of The Commandos(Vercopa Prologue/Finished)

[Vercopa]

 Startled slightly by a sharp turbulence, Vera stood beside Fox as their LAAT/i made it's way through Coruscant's expanse. Playing some heavy music, her person squad were making their final preparations. She had felt hours earlier a strange feeling, like someone she held dear had perished, but she had shrugged that off. The 2nd Airborne had been tasked for a patrol near the main square. Along with Fox's Coruscant guard and Shale's forces, they made up 5 LAAT/is and 76 soldiers. Still, she was a little racked with guilt about what happened at the Temple, how she and Fox were forced to kill the younglings and their protection, cutting off the Jedi's escape route. She looked to Fox, who was in the new Scout armor prototype that they had been requested to take before leaving. "Are orders always so simple? The Jedi I can understand, but children?"  Watching has he looked away, sh could tell he didn't sit well with it either, but duty is above all.



Just then, Shale got on the line. "We are making the final stretch to our destination. My men have the West side, while Commanders Fox and Vera take the East. It is said the Jedi my be hiding out here, the place we would least expect. Be careful." As his voice vanished, she looked at her men and began to speak. "We are tasked with the hunting of Jedi, those who would have thought we were weak enough to be tricked and dethroned. Those who would believe that the Republic would stand by as they used the Clone Wars to seize the Galaxy for themselves. They thought use clones as nothing, that are ranks could not pose them threat. Well, why don't we take a look at that damn Temple, and see if that changes their minds!" As the gunship landed, the doors opened wide. "Now move out. Find the Jedi!" Running with the men as they jumped out, Fox's group had met up with them. They were in a large bazaar... With many people, uncountable. Grouping together, her side of the forces awaited command.



"Galleon take the East marketplace. Haltz and Bradley, to the far side. Fox, you and your men are with me and Zafur. Farse, Kolt, Vrod, and Quarts... Patrol the expanse. if you find any Jedi, shout for assistance." Nodding, they took formation and began their search. Walking down, she stood with Fox. She liked this, the little Coruscant detective missions Fox always had. She once opted to join the guard, but the 2nd needed her. "So,any good stories since our last mission got cut short due to the hunt for Grievous? I know you have been just dying to tell me." Smiling under her helmet, she saw him shake his head. As he went to speak,Shale's voice cracked through. "Need assistance. We have suspicious activity over by Apartments." Nodding at Fox, she activated her commlink. "Okay, I'm sending you Fox's men and Zafur squad." "Thank, will stand by." Looking to Fox, she gave him a pat on the shoulder, as he then ordered his men and ran with her Zafurs to go assist Shale. Walking down and overseeing the search for about ten more minutes, she saw one of her soldiers questioning a man in an old robe.



As she looked closer, she saw they were arguing. He was hiding something from her soldier. Sighing, she began to walk towards them, only to stop once he pulled out a lightsaber and killed the officer, before cutting down the small squad. Pulling out her DCE-19, she used her special Tibana gas system to shot an invisible round at the man, killing him. As her entire brigade was now spread out and wary, many citizens began pulling out lightsabers around the entire bazaar. She she looked at stops, she saw that turrents had been hidden and set up, militia armed in the area. Looking to the sky, she saw standard issue civilian flares light up the sky... over 20 at least. "Insurgents! To formation, men!"           

[Vercopa]

    Watching as her squads got cut down, she pulled out her experimental RPG rifle and blast a group of the rebels using a storefront for a bunker. Regrouping her survivors, they picked targets maliciously. Unable to keep up the pressure, the terrorists broke formations, retreating and leaving the Jedi behind. Smirking, the shoot down several Jedi. There has to be 30 of these traitors... As the last remnants fought off the force-wielders, they backed into a smaller group of Jedi. Two of her soldiers were decapitated as she ducked one herself. Stabbing one in the chest with her Clone Assassin/Commando inspired wrist blade, she gunned down his friends as they finished off her forces. Alone, she continued to fall back, taking down one or two as the others defended themselves.



Finally having caught up with her, they attacked. Dodging strikes, she stabbed one in the stomach, slashed another deeply in the side, and cut a third across the chest. As another wave came, she shot two in the head, hiptossing a third and slicing her neck, before releasing her second blade into an attacker from behind, lifting her first into a fifth victim. A bigger wave apporaching, she swept the feet of the first attacker, causing him to fall onto his sword. Blocking a second's saber with her first blade, she stabbed him in the chest, using his body to block a slash from a third. Dodging this dual wielding maniac, she ducked and gave him a strong heart punch, sending him into cardiac arrest, standing up to grab a saber staff and stepping behind his girl, full nelson suplexing her onto the floor, snapping her neck. As two more came running, she kicked one in the leg, causing him to slice his friend, as she well down and impaled him in his fall.

As a final wave prepared themselves, the Jedi were down to 12, as she counted. Shooting off one of her blades into a girl, she ducked another slash from her buddy, and punch him hard in the throat, killing him. Jumping backward, she shot her right blade into another's face, pulling it out and replacing it, she tackled a tired Jedi and blasted his face with a wrist flamer. Rolling out of the way, she performed a backwards roundhouse, kicking a Jedi into his Master's saber, and then ejected her blade into the shocked woman. Rolling between two more, she placed proximity mines on their feet, causing them to be engulfed in flames. Back to her feet, she blasted 3 with her flamethrower at close range, as they shortly fell to the ground.



Turning to face the last, she raised her left arm only to witness in horror as it was slashed off clean from her shoulder. The woman then attempted a beheading, which was sidestepped. Kicking her saber out of her hand, the two exchanged blows. Dragging out, the woman used force crush, as Vera turned use in time for her WESTAR M5 to take the damage. Going for a backwards heel kick, the woman blocked it and grabbed Vera by the back of her neck, slamming her to the ground. Turning her over and sitting atop her, the woman began to pound her fists again Vera's skull, eventually cracking the Scout helmet wide open, revealing her battered face. Using the force, the woman grabbed her lightsaber and placed it's blade by the side of the broken girl's neck. "Revenge for the fallen! let's hear what you have to save for yourself, childkiller!" Overlooking the Rodian Jed's face, Vera smiled. Anger, the womanmoved to cleave her head.



Stopping, she turned around slightly to block blaster fire from an unknown being. "Don't you touch her, traitor!" Fox had returned, and didn't look happy at all. Smiling, Vera grabbed the woman and put her in a rear naked choke, pulling hard and killing the Rodian as it slowly begged for air. Rolling the body to her side, she laid there and sighed. Noticing Fox had shown up by her side, he checked her vitals. "I'm fine... Just a little fight, that's all." Coughing, she spit up blood, showing signs of internal bleeding. "No, you're not. Shale! Get over here! We need your medics, get an evac on the line!" Nodding, he sent his medics over as they stabilzed her. Calling for an evac, it arrived after a few minutes, as Fox and the medics loaded her up. Staying with her, Fox sat by her. "You overworked yourself... You pulled something even Jango Fett couldn't, taking on all those Jedi like that. Be careful, you're the only friend I have here, and silly glory seeking doesn't get you a long career." Laughing, she cringed a little as the pain shot upward. Settling back down, she smiled. "Always you to worry. Remember, we are the Empire 'the Fox and the Hound' badass shoot everything squad, right?"


    Frowning, she remember what happened, as a tear went down her face. "The whole 2nd Airborne... Gone that fast... Every single one..." Attempting to consul her, he place his hand on her's. "You're not alone on that... Shale informed me the Coruscant guard was to be disbanded. As we went to assist you, the runaway Jedi cut my soldier and half of Shale's. Vader's little do-gooder of the 501st was the only one who got out alright." Staring up at the ceiling, a thousand things ran through her mind... "What now? We're to be thrown into some other legion now? They can't separate the fox and the hound that easily." Before Fox could retort, a communications officer brought a holo-link comm to them. "Sorry, sirs, but it's the Emperor himself." Watching as Fox took it, see looked at it with astonishment. The Emperor? Really? Sure enough, the holographic figure of Palpatine appeared. Looking at Fox, and then to Vera, he grinned. "Good to see that you both made it. It is, too, a shame about your men... But, this is a great opportunity... You are to be my new Special Forces unit, the Storm Commandos. This shuttle is taking to directly to Vader's flagship, where you will retrieve your new gear and soldier." Focusing back on Vera, he pointed to her. "Vercopa, you will be the Commander of the Storm Commando Operations. You with be giving a Praetor-Class Star Destroyer, and hand pick your entire legion. Joining you will be the remnants of the 212th. Do not fail me."



Amazed, she jumped up and hugged Fox, causing moderate damage to her body, as she lcoked up and fell back down onto her station. "Nice one, always make the good decisions, don't you?" Giggling, she stared at the ceiling again, as the shuttle set course for the orbit. Turning her head back to Fox, she had cough up more blood as it shoot onto his armor. "You're second in command, alright? I trust you solely when it comes to recruitment and training. You are the first member of my new squad, and will receive your own squad as well." Shaking his head, he sighed. "Why can't I be the guy who just shoots at things?" Gazing at him sternly, she commanded her through the stare. "Alright, you got it. Lieutenant Commander Fox it is, then." Grinning excitedly, she took to her rest as the shuttle slowly made it's way to orbit.      

[Vercopa]

        Sitting up in surprise, she realized that during the flight she must have lost consciousness. Where-? Ow... Forgot about my arm... She appeared to be in an Imperial-II Class Star Destroyers' medical facility, and over to the left most corner of the room appeared to be an ex-combat, revised medical droid preparing an artificial limb, more so a left arm. "I... hope you don't believe that's going on me, we'll need to get a new droid." Turning, not expecting here- or not having collected that she had awaken, the droid focused it's attention to her. "Ah, master Shuk. I would assume you enjoyed the nap? I am dearly sorry, but I have been ordered to augment this attachment to compensate for your... lonely shoulder." Still winded from her injuries, she forced herself up and clearly still heavily inapt to stand, let alone battled... She backed into a fighting stance.



        I'm not so low and weak to need a new limb. "I earned this token of honor in face of unbelievable odds. I'll go down taking anyone with me as I see fit before I'd witness it covered away. I'm not broken." The emotionless droid backed up, probably struck by the closest thing to fear it can suffer... Tactical evaluation. "But master, it is required that I perform this task, I'd wish not to be scraped! Please cease hostile action immediately." Cracking her neck, she looked at the droid with intent. An old pre-war Federation security droid... IG-87, reworked to perform basic to advanced doctoral needs... These things were used against Sith... Why just a need? Am I seen as a threat? Reinforcing her form, the droid attempted an organic sigh, to try and permit a sense of distaste. "Cannot be helped. I guess we must take direct action. Inhibition of motor functions is required. Initiating directive 23." The droid then returned a combat stance, one unfamiliar to Vercopa... The Massassi warstance. Smiling, she taunted the droid to come forward.


        Walking alongside the ship commander, Fox was being lead by a soldier he had not seen before... He was wearing what looked like reinforced Mark III Scout Armor, but tinted midnight black. The commander cleared his throat, gaining Fox's undivided attention. "I presume you remember Captain Shale here. He's leading us to your new commanding officer. After that, he's off to join Vader's Fist in a brand new program... From which you'll also take part in from which the Emperor informed you." Shale's a Captain now? So quickly? And this new armor... Continually lead down the never ending halls of a Imperial-II, they eventually make there way to the medical wing. "I will enjoy giving Commander Shuk her newest orders, and I would hope she makes a swift recovery, what with the new limb and all." Turning down the last corridor, they approach the final step in their journey. "I am sure she will do fine, sir. She's one of the greatest soldiers I've seen. I have no doubt she already has had her new arm attached and we'll be on our way-" As Shale opened the door, they walked forward to take in the sight. A one armed woman in a medical gown with various surgical scars, some of which had been reopened, casting a shadow over a down droid with an artificial limb which looks like it had been shot through the droid's chest from a cannon. "-Shortly..."

                           

        As she held back a tear from braking her lone fist on a medical droid, she let out a long winded sigh. No one is going to replace any part of me with a machine... I can't allow that. Looking up, she noticed the door open from the corner of her eye. Flipping around, she reopened another scar. Stumbling, she saw Fox and Commander Basch Raeguast, founder of the Imperial Army Special Missions Division and Admiral of the once headless and cursed 23rd Fleet. Doing her best to adjust herself and stand at attention in the already-was-awkward gown without the battle damage inflicted, the name put her at ease and looked somewhat confused at the destroyed medical unit. "He tried to... to forcibly implant that arm on my body... So I... forcibly implanted it into it's chassis... Sir..." Expecting to be given the verbal beating of her life, she was surprised to find that he simply laughed. Confused, she tried not to look like a Bantha in floodlights as she watch Raeguast react to her assessment. "May we enter, Shuk?" Nodding, she gave them a silent yes, and sat down on her temporary bed to help subside the pain she was trapped in.



        "So, it's frankly clear that you hold contempt against the engineering and placement of augmentations such as implants, limbs, and even the oldest things like pacemakers?" Sighing, she threw out her normal composer among COs. She just stared at the floor, averting her eyes from anyone in that room. "I already have one of those. And yes... I hate it more than anything. It's the only thing I don't respect... Sir." Overlooking the droid and amazed by what she was able to do in her condition, he stood back up and reasserted himself. "Well, luckily you have the option to decline, Supreme Commander of the Imperial Stormtrooper Organized Reconnaissance Mandate Commandos. Well, your basically a field general now." Eyes widening, she looked at him with disbelieve, and then to Fox for an unspoken reassurance. "Is this why the Emperor contacted us? So I can lead his Storm Commandos-" The commander raised his hand to stop her for but just a moment. "Your Storm Commandos. You will receive directions from him personally, but how you develop and deploy them is to your own agenda. Your new armor is over there. That is formal attire. Your combat armor is abroad your new fully stocked ship, which is awaiting your name." Bowing, the man took Fox outside, leaving her to her thoughts.



        Sitting alone on the bed, she found herself frozen. She had always been just a small time commander. "Basically a field general...?" She did not expect it was on this much of a scale, even after the Emperor spoke with her. Can I even accomplish this? How can I? I'm not even close to prepared... I've only got one sodding arm! Then, she thought back to what Kenobi and Cody had taught and showed her. That being unprepared in three fourths of being a leader. Whether or not she was ready, she had to do this. Getting up, she walked over to the equipment crate. High end casing... I guess it is true. Opening it, a loud decompressing hiss blew out, slowly reveling a custom built-to spec white Scoutrooper armor, made more for comfort than ability from the looks of it. Shrugging, she began to dress into it, beside her few small wounds and broken hand. After putting the whole thing on, she cut the left sleeve off with medical gear from the downed droid. Incredible... It fits better than the armor Kenobi had modeled from me... It's like a second skin... As if they built the whole thing around me... Do I deserve all of this? Am I really the person do take this on? Sighing, she tested out how it moved... It was the lightest armor she had ever put on... If this is just the formal gear... I wonder what the combat will be like...



        After a few minutes of getting properly situated, she left her room and walked into the hall, only to be greeted by a black armored scoutrooper and her buddy, Fox. "You really didn't like that droid, did you? I bet he served you some bad bactade or something, right?" Realizing instantly that Fox was doing his old 'Cheer-up-Vera' routine, she laughed and looked at her limbless left shoulder. "I already have an advanced pacemaker that completely replaced my heart... I didn't want another part of me to fall machine... I don't want to be Grievous." Nodding, he gave her a pat on the back and pointed out the black armored man. "Right, remember Shale? He is the third Storm Commando. He has been given his own unit and is being conscripted by Lord Vader. He's a Captain now, so give him a clap. Right, he's taking us to our shuttle, so, lead the way." Saluting, Shale silently guided them through the ship. Vera always did love the designs of Star Destroyers... and if the Empire wouldn't have needed her anymore, she would then sign a form and be on a shuttle to Kuat Shipyards security fleet. Marvels of engineering... The beauty... Kuat Shipyards are more than just engineers... They are artists. "I didn't know you had your heart replaced... What happened?"


        She tried not to remember all of it, but she remembered enough. "Deathwatch attacked my village on Mandalore. They locked me in my home as it was burning to the ground. I was just barely saved by a group of True Mandalorians... But the smoke damaged my lungs and that coupled with the anxiety crippling me and the surprise of the attack... nearly caused my heart to explode... I was rushed into medical care and given an artificial heart to continue living." Distancing herself from the two, she was semi-lost in memories of the incident, her anxiety slowly returning and her tinnitus beginning to drown out everything but a ear shattering ringing. Throwing off her helmet, she covered her ears to attempt a freedom from the noise but it only got louder. She stumbled to keep herself standing as she let out a scream, startling the already worried Fox and Shale. She didn't even know if they were trying to communicate with her. As she could her was the ringing, and all she saw was them rushing toward her, vision blurry and faded. Collapsing, she lost all consciousness immediately.



        Fox crouched down beside her to check pulse and if she was able to respond. After he found out she was still alive, he realized she had a heavy attack of some sort. Fox turned, ordering Shale to get a medical team as the spasm she was put through caused more of her wounds to split and start bleeding through the armor. Not even bothering with a protocol salute, he ran down the hall and out of sight. Fox to out a stabilizing agent the Republic once gave to him and his unit just in case something went down in the field. He injected it into her and waited for the team to arrive. Once they did, they prepped her onto a medical shuttle to her new command ship... Since she ended the only proper working medical bot available on this ship at the thing. Following them as they loaded her up, they were seen off by Shale as the doors closed and the shuttle lifted into the air. Hopefully the medical droid on this new ship doesn't feel as gutsy as the lesser.       

[Vercopa]

Waking up as they pulled her out of the shuttle, shock took over as she lashed out, not knowing what had happened. Quickly comforted by Fox, she regained her memory of the incident, and let out a long winded sigh. "Sorry, everyone." It's not like her to ever have an attack on that measure, but due to her condition, it's not so surprising. She smiled as Fox helped her out of the shuttle, making sure nothing worse happens to her now. "No need to fret. If any of us here went through what you have so far, we'd be dead. Now come on, you have a ship to command." That's right! She forgot all about that, her new ship. Overlooking the massive hanger, she took note of the upgrades in the new Praetor II-Class Star Destroyer, and the increased size. Built for an army... Just for me. Wonderful. Balancing herself, she let go of Fox and began to explore the expanse that is the hanger bay, ignoring the lined up soldiers massing at attention. Startle by a loud cough issued by her secondary, she realized what was going on. It was time for order.



"Okay, everyone section into your pre-designated companies. I am your commander, Vercopa Shuk. I am personally responsible for the success of this newly innovated group of elites. Now, you will directly answer to my second, Commander Fox. He will strictly run conscription and training, as well as select the soldiers to join my personal squad in the new Storm Commando program. Any questions?" Pausing, she trailed her eyes across the entirety of the crowd, smiling. "Then let's get started, elek!" Dismissing them to their separate platoon leaders, she turned to Fox once more, who was silently waiting to see if she was finished. "See? It's not much harder than running a platoon. It's just that now you have people to deal with the idiots for you." As she tried to stop herself, she couldn't help but break her form and laugh. "I might miss it you know, but you do enough alone to make me question how you past education qualifications. Let's not forget Coruscant."


Enjoying their time together, they took turns getting to take shot at each other, until a particularly older clone barked over their attention. "My, my, ain't we the little close ones, here? Now, explain this to me, why is a soldier like me gettin' bounced around by these here platoon leaders, I might say I'm special, but they seem to think I'm too damn good for 'em." Backing off from Fox, she went back into leader mode. This man over a set of black ARC trooper armor with cyan accents, and was the oldest clone she had seen. He has a mighty big pistol, and looks like someone hit him in the face a few times. He sure likes to think everybody should know who he is, and has a loud mouth to back that up. "Oh sorry, mind my manners, I forgot to introduce myself to ya, missy. I'm Frostbite Unit Z, or if ya'll are feelin' cuddly enough, Zeith. I was told I'm a part of your personal squad for this new program."



Realizing just how out of touch she really was, Vera should there frozen for a moment. I don't even know my own squad yet... And something tells me this Zeith guy is off. Greeted by Fox, he shares a handshake with him, turning to Vera with a grin. "Vera, this is Zeith. The hardest soldier in the entire Republic. He's been in the harshest conditions the Clone Wars has ever seen... And like you, survived a encounter with Grievous." Zeith wasted no time exchanging a shake with his new commander, before looking at the no existent left arm that belong to her. "Now, I knew the old rust bucket was scary n' mean, but don't tell me he did ya in like that, did he? Hahahaha, he just left me in the coldest place known to the universe for over a year." Returning the shake, Vercopa maintained a distance from the man, something about him felt wrong. "A pleasure to meet you, soldier. Welcome to the squad, we have much work to do. And no, this wasn't Grievous' work... Their was a complication last mission. You can go meet your other mates now." Hoarsely laughing, he coughed somewhat before blowing her a fake kiss, limping off with his damaged knee. "Go easy on the girl, Fox. I know how you can be, boy." Throwing her head back, she screamed on the inside, letting only a weird sigh escape. "I thought you said I didn't have to deal with idiots anymore..." "That idiot saved a whole planet with his fists."


She could hardly believe even still, that this was all her's. She responded only to the Emperor himself. With Fox's help, she knew that she wouldn't fail. Just before she went on her way, a officer approached the two of them, holding a holodisk. "Message from the Emperor, sir!" Nodding, she thanked the man, shooing him away. As the two inched in, she was almost afraid to answer it. This was the Emperor of all people! Not to let her anxiety get her, she pushed the button. A blue, static figure came into view, quickly turning into their undisputed leader of all, Emperor Palpatine. "Greetings, Commanders Fox and Shuk. I have a new mission for you, one that will very well determined the fate of your futures, entirely. You and your squad will be taking out an outpost of insurgents on Artus Prime. I sense they are up to something that might hurt our goals of expansion, as a whole. Rest well, you leave tomorrow morning." With that, the transmission had ended just as quickly as it started. Nodding to one another, they both finished their duties before heading to their separate chambers for the night. 


Through out of bed by a large explosion, Veracopa stood up quickly, ready to fight. Confused, she realized she wasn't in here ship... In fact, this looked like her old village. Wait... Rushing over to the window, she saw her friends and family getting gunned down, and homes being torched. The Deathwatch, so many of them. She watch as the Supercommandos tried to fight back, with everything they had. One had ran for a Merr-Son launcher, picking it up before taking out a war tank with ease. As he turned to save his family, a tri-shot ripped through his armor, killing him before he could react. She had to do something. She sprinted to her door, kicking it open as hard as she could, only to get blindsided by and uppercut, throwing her back in. Three men with rifles were aimed, ready to fire on her defenseless soul. "No, leave her to me." Looking up, she saw a towering man in black, old republic Mandalorian armor, with  red visor that had a red slash on it's right side, mimicing a cut.



"What's it feel like, girl? Your whole clan destroyed, the worst thing you can ever taste, correct?" Remaining silent, she just stared back at with with unbelievable intent. "Ha. You want to fight me, kill me, avenge them? Well come on then!" Even with all her hate, her wrath, her sense of duty, she could just sit there, frozen in time. She wanted to shoot him, to stab him, to burn him... but she could not do it. "Thought so. Lock her in and torch the building, I want her to go slowly. Watch her people go one by one until she's ash." Doing as they were told, the dishonored men shut her in and began to torch her home. She could only just sit by and watch her people die as the flames grew closer, helpless, as the smoke took hold of her lungs.



Opening her eyes, she looked back and forth. The nightmare was over, she was on the ship again. Sighing, she got out of bed and threw on here officer garb. That was the scariest moment of her life, not because she almost died, but because she was helpless to save her people. She was just another one to be lost to the fire. Sighing, Vera headed out of her room, only to find Fox waiting outside. When he saw how she looked, he knew what had happened. "The same nightmare again?" Nodding, she leaned back against the wall outside her room, thinking over what had happened that day. "If you and your unit had not been there to save me and our last survivors, I'd never be here." Approaching her, he placed his hand on her shoulder softly. "It's alright, you know that, right? You did what you could. I'm glad we made it there in time, or else I would have lost my best friend of the future, right? That would have been dreadful." Giggling, she let out a tiny smile, somewhat eased from her memories. "Thanks Fox, you've always been the best a friend could be. It's realy helped me out, ya know." 



"Nothing to it, Vera. But there is something that bothers me." Looking up at him with confusion, she tilted her head to the side. "Stop the glory quest. You don't have to make up for what happened that day. You lost your arm today, but tomorrow you might blow yourself up just to make yourself feel better. I care too much to let my friend die like that." Avoiding his gaze, she like her thoughts arrange in her mind. Had she truly been going on a suicide run since then? "I'm sorry. I'll try not to do something like that again. I didn't know you worried about me so much." Laughing, he nodded in reply, patting her on the back. "Now, come with my to hanger N7, I have something I want to show you. I'm sure you'll just die when you see it." Shooting him another confused look, she watched as he walked away down the hall. Shrugging, she hurried after him.



Finally reaching the hanger, Fox stopped at the door, beginning to input a passcode. "I know you've been looking for one of these for a long time... and this technically isn't legal at all..." Having a idea of what he might be talking about, she began to grin wide. A starship. "You know just what to say to get a girl excited." Chuckling, he finished punching in the code, and with a hiss, the door opened up to reveal a AEG-77 Vigo gunship. Surprised, her eyes widened with joy, as she turned to Fox with amazement. "I think I love you." Laughing hard, he almost stumbled over with that comment. "Just off the development line, fully upgraded, and not so legally modified. It's the perfect standalone vessel." Already eager to explore it, she left him behind where he stood. Stepping inside, she was amazed, it was like a custom moff ship... The interior was fit for the finest noble. As Fox entered, he found her wandering aimlessly through the inter workings of it. "So, got a name for her yet?" Turning to him, she gave him a cheerful smiled. "I'll name it , White Fox." "White Fox, eh?" Sighing, she shook her head. "After you, of course. You've had my back since I've know you, and done nothing but help me."



Making her way over to him, she gave him a tight hug, before letting him go with a smile. "Thank you, for everything, Fox. Now, we should return to our rooms, we have a mission tomorrow." Shocked, he stood their unresponsive as she walked by, making her way back to her quarters. As she found herself navigating the ship quite easy already, she'd know it will all be alright, commanding an army. Especially with Fox helping her, she couldn't fail. They are the unbreakable team, the Fox and the Hound! Giggling once more, she finally made it back. Going in with a waltz, she undressed and gracefully hoped into bed. Laying there, she felt more relaxed than before. No matter what, I have a good feeling about tomorrow's mission.