Fate Of The Sith

There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.

There is no fear; there is power.

I am the heart of the Force.

I am the revealing fire of light.

I am the mystery of darkness

In balance with chaos and harmony,

Immortal in the Force.

-Je'daii Code

Hissing I looked back at the Bounty Hunter, she was playing with my new ears with her talons. I must have fallen asleep at some point.

“You have bigger ears than the rest...” She mused as I noticed a taloned hand slowly stroking my throat.

“I-I do?” Blinking I ignored the sharp pain of her talons and looked back at my long ears in her talons, she was right. Unlike the other crewmembers change, my ears were far longer and larger twitching with each sound.

“Yeah..” She grinned and pulled me close, her mask was off showing her birdlike face and sharp looking beak as she grinned down at me “You look adorable.”

“C-can you let me go, I-I need to get dressed.” She nodded and dropped me on the bed and spread out as I trotted to the bathroom pulling my clothes off and dumping them on the side. I pulled out a new set that, thankfully, fit me and displayed my new rank.

There where a few pops as the Mandalorian stretched out her new body and got up before falling to her hind legs and talons, without another word she stalked out of the room letting me breathe a sigh of relief. Activating the console at the rooms desk, I looked over my Mailbox. It was full of requests that due to my position, I had to look through and grant or refuse.

Sighing I worked through most of the requests, mainly field promotions, supply orders, data sheets Captains we are supposed to memorize. I looked myself over as I got up and pulled a hold out blaster from the wall. A prototype Republic “Quickfire” and hid it in my new uniform before I got ready for my new role of Captain and left my new quarters.

The Bridge was quiet as I entered, most of the people in the day before were there to man the battle stations in the emergency, trotting over to the Captains terminal I looked though the messages sent to me.

The ex-Sith Pureblood had sent me orders to review our armory and fabrication supplies in order to create a new set of armor. I winced and sent a deflective reply saying that it was sent to engineering, I would keep it for a while until we were safe before I sent the request to Dal’von, the Chief Engineer. Looking at a few of the other messages, most where reports and crew reassignment. I found a message with no tracking handle. Blinking i brought the message up.

“We have a chance, one of three supports us. We know you, we are your friends, for “The Master”. The odd message made me reread it a few times before I deleted it.

“Must be a computer bug.” I mumbled looking back at the bridge before nodding to one of the non-commissioned Officers, a ex-human called Satte Vol. My current number two to take the bridge before I trotted out to make my way to the bridge.

On most Imperial ships the main halls run along the port and starboard making the halls almost mirrored. They led to different stations depending on what the ship was created for, but the halls where often the same, so it came as a surprise when the starboard corridor had been exposed to space.

“Sorry Captain, we would fix the breach but we do not have the supplies right now. You can take the maintenance hall to the mess hall if you want...” The grease covered engineer winced, as he realised he was talking to a Imperial Captain, who cared more about the state of their uniform than the lives of the crew.

“Yes, it would take longer to walk around, thank you Crewman?”

“Vess, Vess Dral. Thank you Captain.” He smiled pulling up one of the laser cutters that was magnetized to his new hooves, I smiled at that. If the Republic found themselves in this situation they would panic before they could work on fixing the ship, Imperial discipline and loyalty to their fellow crew would trump the Republic here.

“CAPTAN ON DECK!!!” I winced as I entered the room, almost in sync almost one hundred people stood at attention at my entry. The Special forces commandos had called the order so I went to inspect them, torn armor and battered weapons strapped onto foreign bodies made the Soldiers a sorry sight from afar, but up close I saw the hard steel in there eyes.

“At ease!” I called so my voice would carry to all the people eating right now “I am impressed Commander, getting back to the dropship looked impossible from up high, let alone bringing the troopers you did with you.”

My mind went back to the battle just yesterday, when I was barely an Officer. The attack had gone poorly from the start, most of our capital ships being destroyed. It was not much better on the ground, in the first attack three thousand troops were dropped covering three cities and a large number of small towns across the planet. After an extended campaign all the ships that could arrange a pickup did so at the last city held by ground forces, while it was being bombarded by the republic.

I shook my head, this ship. My ship might have been the only one that made it after the formations broke.

“Thank you Captain, the Blackboots were working with the Abo’s when we were pushed back, but they were not too Blaster-happy yesterday. Not even the BUG’s wanted a piece of us, if there was no bloodthirsty Captans things would have been Case Green.” He nodded to a open space on the table where one of the Privates had left a full meal for me.

“I was under the impression that the fighting was heavy.” I leaned forward to pick up the Hard-Cake with my mouth biting a piece off and swallowing.

“No, that’s the odd part, they had Jedi and Greenboots aplenty. Blast, they had more troops than we did, three to one, but they were fighting defensive and slow, not like them now that I think about it.” He rubbed his muzzle with a hoof as I finished my cake.

“How are things with the crew? What with one of the barracks vented you must have to share beds right?” One of the Sergeants nodded.

“Yeah, it’s odd most Army-Navy contact turns out damright Cuddly, but there have been no problems.” I smiled and stood back up, there was still much to be done.

“Good to know, contact me if you need anything.”

“Same to you Captan, just so you know, if you have a Glow-Stick pointed your way we got your back.” I blinked at that and nodded.

“I will keep that in mind.”

Stepping back on the bridge I trotted over to the navigations Officer, who looked in a particular good mood, that was never a good sign.

“Have we gotten underway?” I looked the officer in the eye, noting that his, and all of the crews new eyes, were rather large.

“AH, yes, not only that but our Engineering team has found parts to fix the life support!” I blinked, finding some critical component on a spaceship often meant that there was a black market onboard, a huge weakness in a fleet but on a single ship far from any form of communication...

“Good, if you see The Wrecker tell him he just got himself double rations.” Grinning with newfound cheer I went to my post and started working on logs, ship reports, messages, and other things sent to me in order to get a clear idea of what state the ship was in.

Not long after I had started was a report by medical.

Captain

Congratulations on your recent promotion, come down to the labs soon and we will share a drink.

Enclosed are my reports on the sudden transformations the entire crew have seem to undergone, I do not count myself as knowledgeable of the Force but it seems that the transformation was sudden enough to tear our insides apart (As evidenced by the blood-like substance that most of the crew threw up when they woke after the transformation) and regrow new ones in less then a second, most of the crew has lost significant mass in the transformation but have remained healthy and capable.

Also many of the crew who were members of other races have maintained features that are reminiscent of their previous race. The Sith Purebloods have bone spurs identical to the ones they had before the transformation, however they have lost their facial tentacles. I also have heard that you have much larger ears than other crewmembers, I can only guess that this is due to you being aTwi'lek, if you can make it down I can take a blood sample and look into the difference.

The attached files will tell you more:

SEE ATTACHED 001 EQUINE

SEE ATTACHED 002 WINGS

SEE ATTACHED 003 HORN

SEE ATTACHED 004 STRIPES

SEE ATTACHED 005 MANDALORIAN

SEE ATTACHED 006 CLASSIFIED

WIth regards, Doctor Ja,vok currently a winged equine.

Sending the files to my room for later review, I turned and headed to the elevator wondering what the classified file was...