Story Three: Cry of Victory
Drac grinned as the last enemy fighter vaporized into an expanding cloud of debris. Another successful run. Moments later his cockpit went black. Then the hatch in the TIE Avenger simulator hissed open, permitting exit. With the pressing of a few latches the Mon Calamari pilot was free of his harnes. Standing, he exited the simulator and headed for a nearby cart. When he got there he promptly removed his helmet, grabbed a hand towel, and mopped the persperation from his head. As soon as he was more comfortable he dropped the towel in a bin of used towels and picked up a water bottle. This he titled back and guzzled in one long go.
Only when he was done with the water did he notice his 3PO unit standing nearby, "What is it, Threepo?"
The droid replied in the prissy voice that seemed hardwired into all protocol droids these days, "Master Drac, I've received a communication from a Mr. Talberd. He claims that he has your order ready and adds that he would like to speak with you." Now the droid's arms began waving in agitation, "He would not tell me what order he has ready for you, sir. I'm sorry."
Drac waved a hand at the droid, "Don't sweat it, Threepo."
"Don't sweat it, sir? I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." The 3PO's head canted over to one side in puzzlement.
Sighing, Drac shook his head, "Never mind, Threepo." Glancing around, he saw that no one else was in the room, "Well, this is as secure as anywhere else on the
Atrus. Threepo, do you have his comm signal?"
"Yes, Master Drac. I'v taken the liberty of uploading it to your personal comlink...it should be on setting seven, sir."
"Thank you, Threepo." Removing his comlink from his pocket, the Petty Officer held it to his mouth as he leaned back against the wall of the simulator. He activated it and spoke as soon as it confirmed a good connection, "Mr. Talberd, I'm happy to hear from you. I hadn't expected you to call so quickly. You have my order ready for me, I hear?"
"I do indeed, Mr. Mihawk. ICS just confirmed payment from your personal account, so the ship -and its crew- are now yours to command. There're just a few things to clear up before I turn her over to you."
"I'm pleased to hear that. What do we need to go over?"
"Okay. First of all, this is an Imperial Customs Frigate. Thirty five meters in length, seventy four RU, two hundred SBD, with a crew of twelve. Does that all sound correct?"
"And six heavy laser canons. Let's not forget those, Mr. Talberd."
"Of course, sir. Now, what name should she be registered under?"
"One moment." Drac closed his eyes for a moment, pondering. After a few seconds he opened them again, shaking his head.
It's not time to reveal anything like that yet. I should go with the other option. "Call her the
Cry of Victory."
"Yes, sir. And what allegiance? Vast Imperial I presume?"
"Dual allegiance, actually, beyond being registered under my own fleet of course."
"No problem, and those are...?"
"Vast Imperial, as you said, and YOV."
Drac could hear the confusion in the other's voice, "YOV? I've never heard of it before."
"Don't worry yourself about it. Anything else?"
"I don't think so, Mr. Mihawk. Please check your datapad; I'm sending you the final registration record."
Drac's datapad came out of it's pocket, and he powered it on. A moment later it showed that it was receiving a message. When it was done he opened the file:
Ship Registration:
Seller: Imperial Center Store
Buyer: Dracule Mihawk, VE Navy
Ship Type: Imperial Customs Frigate
Length: 35 Meters
Hull: 74
Shield: 200
Armament: 6x Heavy Laser Canon
Class: Patrol Craft
Ship Name: Cry of Victory
Ship Allegiance: VES/YOV/AMCKV
Modifications: N/A "That all looks in order to me, Mr. Talberd. Thank you."
"It's my pleasure, Mr. Mihawk. Where should I have the captain send her?"
"Vectra, I think. Yes, send her there."
"Vectra it is. It was a pleasure doing business with you. Talberd over and out."
Still leaning back against the simulator, Drac considered what this meant.
When Slasher calls and the Order gets together, I will have a surprise no one knows of. Cry of Victory
will be ready and waiting to assist us. Straightening up, he smiled at Threepo, "Well, that was a pleasent diversion, Threepo. Now it's time for a stop in the refresher and some sack time, I think."
"Sir, I'm not sure I understand what you..."
"Threepo?"
"Yes, Master Drac?"
"Shut up."