Desolair : Mother Ship

[Location: Prison planet of Desolair]

[Distance: 1.9 million light years from Earth]

Before her stood the metallic alleys of the Prison Planet of Desolair, the confines of which had brought her face to face with two of the most wanted individuals in the galaxy. The prospect of conquest now painted a vastly different picture—she was no longer a princess. She would challenge her favored brother, the one who lacked a rightful claim to the throne but would leave no stone unturned.

Three spaceships floated in front of the metal balcony, her eyes fixed upon the gleaming stars and their vastness.

"How insignificant it all becomes when you possess the right fuel to burn the bridges of distance," Nefud remarked, now standing in a properly fitted leather-packed spacesuit.

{ The suit was made from layers of hardened carbon, incorporating a breathing system connected by small pipes. Gases were liquified to a minute strength and stored in Prism-induced graphene tanks. These small tanks were distributed throughout the suit, with six cylinders in the belt, paired modules in the boots, and a two-inch thick backpack. The suit was constructed to support the body's frame without restricting movement, thanks to its solid metal linings.}

Beside Nefud, Remy maintained a rigid posture, his gaze fixed upon the trio of hovering spaceships. Memories flooded his mind, vividly recalling the Empire's utilization of these very ships to annihilate his comrades and their forces. The recollection remained as fresh as if it had occurred the night before.

Fate had taken an unexpected turn, aligning him with the same people he had once fought against. However, Remy understood all too well the complexities of self-serving endeavors, fully aware that alliances could shift like the tides.

"So, what's with these ships?" Nefud inquired.

"I am only authorized to possess one," Tleilaxu replied, a wicked smile dancing on her face.

"So, you stole them?" Nefud questioned.

"It's not considered stealing when you are an heir to the throne and the daughter of Magnus. However, I must admit, having two dreaded criminals on board can pose a problem."

"So, we are merely objects of convenience for you?" Nefud pressed.

"Am I not?" Tleilaxu responded with a smile.

The silence filled the scene.

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"Ma'am", a concerned voice says from behind. Her Lancer, stands there with a grey suit, and empire's insignia carved over it. A neatly carved young man, freshly recruited from the institute, a prodigy per say. He was standing tall almost equal to Remy and an inch taller than Nefud.

"Arrangement's have been made, we are just waiting for order from the ship. The Ration stores have been replenished."

"Okay.", Tleilaxu followed and with her Remy and Nefud.

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The interior of the space craft was a marvel of advanced technology and sleek design. The walls were lined with smooth, metallic panels, adorned with illuminated displays and holographic interfaces.

Despite the advanced technology and futuristic features, the interior of the spacecraft retained a sense of functionality and purpose. Every section was designed to optimize efficiency and accommodate the needs of the crew. From living quarters equipped with ergonomic furniture and personal amenities to well-equipped laboratories and storage compartments, the ship provided a comfortable and functional environment for its inhabitants during their journeys through the cosmos.

The mother ship outshone the other two in terms of size and equipment. It boasted superior storage capacity, enhanced maneuverability, and formidable defense capabilities. The ship was divided into three decks, each serving a specific purpose.

The bottom deck, known as the logistic and stores area, housed small hangars for single-pilot drones and stored ammunition supplies. It was a vital hub for resupplying and replenishing resources.

Moving up to the middle deck, one would find a range of rooms and areas dedicated to soldiers and the resources they required. This section served as the living quarters for the crew, providing essential amenities and spaces for rest and recuperation.

Finally, the top deck housed the operation center, the nerve center of the ship. It was equipped with state-of-the-art technology and served as the command hub for strategic planning and decision-making. Alongside the operation center were rooms reserved for high-ranking officials, including the private quarters and designated area for Tleilaxu au Magnus, signifying her influential position within the hierarchy.

One of the most remarkable features of the spacecraft was its ability to wrap into space. This cutting-edge technology allowed the ship to manipulate the fabric of space-time, creating temporary wormholes that facilitated rapid travel and navigation through vast distances.

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Nefud and Remy stood by side, their gazes wandering across the high-tech control panels, blinking lights, and bustling crew members of the empire. The hum of machinery and the faint vibration of engines filled the air, reminding them of the ones that they have used, they faint vibration were soothing, the internal structure were properly formed. This ship was clear indication of the wealth that Empire sits on.

"Don't stare it like that, I have designed and built it."

"I'm aware of the chaos you both are used to, this one is designed according to my way. I have tried to have your structured in yours, with whatever resources were handy.", said Tleilaxu.

Nefud, his eyes narrowed with a mix of curiosity and skepticism, ran his fingers along the smooth surface of a control console. "Impressive," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of admiration. "Never thought I'd see the inside of one of these Empire vessels."

Remy, on the other hand, kept his posture rigid, his arms crossed over his chest. He scanned the surroundings, his expression guarded and observant. His eyes darted from one crew member to another, silently assessing their intentions.

"It's a means to an end," Remy finally spoke, his tone edged with caution. "We may be aboard this ship, but let's not forget why we're here. We can't let ourselves be swayed by luxuries or illusions of safety."

Nefud smirked, his gaze shifting towards Remy. "Always the pessimist, aren't you?"

Their exchange was interrupted by the commanding voice of Tleilaxu, who had taken her place at the helm. "Gentlemen, prepare yourselves. We're about to embark on a journey that will test our limits and shape the future of our galaxy. Let's not forget the weight of our purpose."

Nefud nodded.

Remy remained silent but nodded in agreement.

She signalled and with her signal the ship wrapped into space and with it the other two.