(so... yeah... I still don't have a character completely developed... I was hoping to wait until I gained a few ranks but... meh... I'll wing it)
On the bridge of the Imperial Dreadnought Bob, so named due to a bureaucratic error and never renamed as its crew participated in several battles before the designation alteration request could be processed, stood the brooding form of a young officer. The fear of failing Lord Vader weighed heavily on his mind, as did the many superior officers who were now assigned to his command who cast barely concealed glares in his direction far too frequently for his liking. He'd taken to carrying a small hold-out blaster in the small of his back as well as the heavy pistol strapped to his thigh. The blatant disregard for protocol enraged the Captains of his Line even further, but it also served to remind them that he reported directly to Lord Vader and was no longer subject to the Imperial Order of Battle.
"Sir," came the voice of a Lieutenant a few years his senior. The enlisted officers of the bridge crew were the only ones who seemed to accept his command willingly, most likely because it made no difference to them who was calling the shots. He didn't care. He'd take what he could get, when he could get it.
"Yes?"
"We've received a distress call from our garrison on Yavin IV, they are under siege by... Mandalorian forces."
"Mandalorians?" Arching a brow, he moved to the monitor to see the results for himself. "What could they possibly hope to gain?"
The communications officer didn't attempt an answer.
"Signal the Firestorm and the Serpents Fang, they'll be accompanying us to Yavin."
Summary
Distress Signal recieved
1 Dread and 2 Strikes enter HS
ETA 99 Hours
