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“... Commander Fiennes,” says F4. “Commander Saszlow Fiennes.” Still not ringing a bell. Is he new or something? Did he come with the Star Destroyer? “Sir. He's been your XO since you graduated years ago. The two of you have served together for quite some time.” Really. “He even made you the godfather of his two kids.” What? Why would you be a godfather to a bunch of snotnosed brats? “Sir, he thinks very highly of you. Did you really forget he even existed?”

“No, no!” you look at Resolute, who seems absolutely disgusted. “Look, listen F4. You tell Commandier Fiers that I appreciate all he does. He's a fine Commander and a very patient XO. Okay?”

F4 rolls out of the room. “Yes, sir.” You sigh, what a little pile of junk. You look at Resolute.

“What?” She shakes her head. “What?” you ask. “It was an honest fart of the brain. Commander Farnsworth-”

“Fiennes,”

“Yeah, fine, fine. Whatever.” You wave her off. “He's a good man, I'm sure. I love his kids.”

“What kind of Admiral are you?” she asks.

> “The best damn Admiral ever!”
> “The one who gets stuff done!”
> “The one you love.”
> Other

>>940075
>> “The one who gets stuff done!”

>>940075
> “The one who gets stuff done!”

I delegate to the most competent people on my staff, freeing me to consider the larger picture. Its all about not being overburdened with trivia.

>>940075
>"One who obviously doesn't know what the fuck he's doing."

>>940075
Voting >>940093

>>940075
>> “The one who gets stuff done!”

>>940075
Supporting >>940100

We can be pretty honest with Resolute, since she's figured us out already

> “The one who gets stuff done!”

“I'm the one who gets stuff done! The Dantooine liberation? That was pretty much me.” No it wasn't and she knows it. “See, what you need to understand, Resolute, is that as an Admiral I can't do everything myself. I have to delegate, delegate, delegate, delegate. I delegate to my XO Commander Finagle, I delegate to Arc Hammer for resources and supplies, and I Delegate to you when it comes to understanding how my girls understand and work. See?” You smile at her. “And that of course might leave nothing but the political and grand strategy to me.”

“I see,” says Resolute. She is obviously not very convinced. “And this has nothing to do with the fact that you don't actually know what you're doing as an Admiral and that you only received this position because of your familial connections, right?” You blink. How the- “I thought so.”

“Hey, listen here you little boat. I earned this position!” you say. “Okay? I'm an Admiral of the Imperial Navy, and I deserve just a little bit of trust. Can't I get just that? Or maybe we should cuddle in bed again until you do recognize that.” She blushes intensely, looking away. “I -thought- so. Now if you'll excuse me. I have things to do.”

…

“Like what?” she says.

“Well.” You scratch your chin. “Well...”

> Check on Arc Hammer.
> See Finalizer in the simulation room.
> Wait for the expedition team to come back.
> Other

>>940157
>> See Finalizer in the simulation room.

>>940157
>> See Finalizer in the simulation room.

>>940157
>Check on Arc Hammer
As much as I'd like to waifu the other ships we really should check up on the state of our supplies.

>>940157
> See Finalizer in the simulation room.

>>940157
>> Check on Arc Hammer.

>>940157
>> Check on Arc Hammer.
http://pastebin.com/AcDLQkcM

Made a pastebin of our girls equipment and stats.

We still have extra equipment if you want to hand them out.

>>940157
> See Finalizer in the simulation room.

http://pastebin.com/ZVMkkkWh

Made a minor error. here it is.

> See Finalizer in the simulation room.

-

-

“HA! TAKE THIS! AND THAT! FEEL MY FURY!” Finalizer continues blasting away at holographic targets. The training technicians have set the pace to “Endless” which means the trainee will go until they either exhaust themselves or until the techs decide to end the simulation. You and Redemption watch from afar at her, with Force of Commerce waiting her turn in the simulations as well. “THE DARK SIDE TRIUMPHS!” Her special TIE Fighters zoom around the field, screening her from bombers and fighters as she barrages cruisers and Star Destroyers of her size.

“How is she?” you ask Redemption.

“She's only been in there for fifteen minutes. If she keeps up like this, we'll be bankrupt.” What. “I'm joking, hehe!” She giggles a little, putting a coy hand beneath her lips. “Really though, Finalizer is training herself well. She's learning a bit of patience at least.”

A proton torpedo manages to get a lucky shot into her back. “OW! Son of a b- You dare!?” More proton torpedoes sneak past the defenses of her TIE fighters, impacting her legs and chest. “Ow! Ow!” Her clothes get steadily torn off by each explosion, showing off her amazing body beneath that black gauze dress of hers. “You-”

“It seems she can't focus when she takes damage though,” says Redemption.

“Hmph!” Force of Commerce turns her nose up at that. “I do declare, that's amateur hour right there. Y'all could stand to learn something from the Separatist Alliance. We advance no matter how much damage we take!”

Redemption sighs. “Poor girl.”

> Stop the simulation and have a talk and critique with Finalizer.
> Keep the simulation up, see how badly she does.
> Other

>>940297
> Keep the simulation up, see how badly she does.

>SEND IN THE SEPARATIST ALLIANCE TO ATTACK HER.

>>940297
>>940303
I'll support this.

Give a critique on both of them after their done.

Commerce is too cocky and Finalizer needs to learn how to take a hit.

>>940297
>>940303
I forgot the fucking Critique part, Make sure they get that.

>>940303
Supported

And while they train cackle like a dirty old man while saying :
"Yeeeeees, destroy her!" letting them think you're referring to the other one.

>>940297
Supporting; >>940303

>>940297
Supporting >>940303

>>940297
Why would the empire allow it's ships to have personalities? That leaves room for insubordination.

>>940356
The Empire didn't "allow" the ships to have anything. The ship girls where just "born" that way. What's more curious is why CIS ships would be willing to serve the Empire.

Force forbid we hatch a Rebel ship...

>>940411
We have a Rebel Ship.

The Redemption and she's cool.

>>940415
She's not a rebel! Don't slander her like that!

> Keep the simulation up, see how badly she does.
> Other

“Commerce.” You nudge her.

“Force of Commerce!” she insists.

“Get in there and attack her,” you say. Redemption looks at you, surprised. Commerce as well seems a bit surprised, before grinning wickedly. She hurries to get her kit on. “Techs! If you would please shut down the endless simulation, set up for the Separatist Alliance.” They nod, shutting down the simulation and starting up a new one. The YV ships attacking Finalizer disappear.

“Hey, what gives!?” yells Finalizer. “What is the meaning of-” She takes a whack to the head by a droid starfighter. “Ow!”

“THE SEPARATIST ALLIANCE SHALL RISE AGAIN!” screams Commerce. She's backed up by a pair of Munificents, a Recusant-class Destroyer, and a Lucrehulk Battleship. They release a huge swarm of Vulture droid starfighters at her. Like a mad rush of insects, they swarm all over Finalizer.

“Ah! You little- you little hellion! The Dark Side will not stand for-” One zaps her in the tit. “Ow! Damn it!” She blushes intensely, glaring furiously at Commerce. “TIE FIGHTERS, ATTACK!” Her TIE Fighters rally again, swarming Commerce immediately. They start batting and blasting away at the fighters attacking each other.

Redemption steps up to you, skeptical. “Sir, are you sure pitting them directly against each other is a good idea?”

“Of course, we were pitted directly against each other in the Academy,” you say. “And I always came out on top.” Because you kept cheating. But hey, cheating is a natural advantage one gives himself.

Finally, Finalizer fights off her swarm of fighters with her point defense turrets, giving herself a small but sizable window. “Here we go!” She fires a spread of turbolaser shots. They smash into Commerce, who goes flying into a wall. She gets pasted, her clothes getting burnt and torn off by the impacts. “HAHA! AS SCION OF THE DARK SIDE, I DECLARE THIS A TRIUMPHANT VICTORY-” The other CIS vessels bear down on her. “eh... oh.” They immediately paste her.

-

-

The two stand there in their ruined clothes, looking at you as the simulation gets recalibrated.

“What did we learn?” you ask.

“I was too eager,” says Commerce. “I can't actually take as much damage as I think I can.”

“I need to focus even as I take damage,” says Finalizer simply. The two of them look less than satisfied.

At least they're learning.

> “And because you're learning, I'll treat you two to some ice cream.”
> “Right, get back in the simulators, do it properly this time. Kill each other in there.”
> “You two need to learn to work together. Get back in there and do it right.”
> Other

>>940483
> “You two need to learn to work together. Get back in there and do it right.”
Once they demonstrate they understand the lessons' practical applications, then they get ice-cream reward.

>>940483
> “You two need to learn to work together. Get back in there and do it right. Remember, we're all fighting for the same thing now a days, survival.”

>>940483
>> “And because you're learning, I'll treat you two to some ice cream

They also need to learn to work together

>>940483
>> “You two need to learn to work together. Get back in there and do it right.”

>>940483
>> “You two need to learn to work together. Get back in there and do it right.”

Let's see what they are capable of. With the power of friendship and cookies, nothing shall stand up to the might of the Empire!

>>940483
>> “You two need to learn to work together. Get back in there and do it right.”
>>940492
If they pull it off then they get Ice cream so supporting this.

> “You two need to learn to work together. Get back in there and do it right.”

-

-

Your quick pep talk to them has managed to light a fire in the two of them. They clear despise each other for sure. A small ship to a big ship definitely. But in the endless simulation, they actually manage to work together quite well. Commerce flies around Finalizer, providing an effective screen and a second pair of eyes. She calls out incoming proton torpedoes, screens against bombers with her own set of squadrons, and harasses the heavier cruisers with her own firepower. Finalizer meanwhile provides the bulk of the firepower, shooting up loads and loads of ships. They may not have the precise firepower for taking down starfighters, but you do note that they're at least working well together. Put Agility or Black Hawk in there, that'd be an almost unassailable formation.

“Sir.” F4 rolls up to you. “Prosecutor and the expedition fleet have returned.”

“Oh, good.” Redemption smiles at you as you take charge for now. “Redemption. Let them know the reward if they last another five minutes. I'll be right with them.” She nods, and you get walking with F4.

-

-

Prosecutor, Tellstar, Black Hawk, and Agility arriving, carrying loads of crates behind them. They're lifted up with the use of repulsors on their bottoms, and dragged behind them with magnets. Prosecutor comes up to you, saluting. “Reporting for duty! Resources here should provide quite a lot, enough to deploy Finalizer even once or twice and the rest of the Fleet!” Good, good.

Black Hawk grins, holding up a little ball. Inside you see the projections of Fairies, lots of them, an entire boarding party in fact. A Stormtrooper Boarding Party. “Look what I got! Did I do good, Admiral?” Oh, she did, she surely did!”

“That's nothing!” Agility holds up her own thing. “I found this!” It's another crystal ball. More Fairies, but this time they seem to be starfighters. It appears to be a flight of TIE Interceptors. “How about that!?” She starts running around you, holding it up for you to see.

“Admiral likes my stuff better, Agility!” says Black Hawk. “Back off!”

“Hmph, big talk coming from a Frigate!” says Agility as she continues running circles around you.

> “Good job, Black Hawk!”
> “Good job, Agility!”
> “Girls, this isn't a competition. You both brought me very good things.”
> Other

>>940717
> “Girls, this isn't a competition. You both brought me very good things.”

>>940717
>Pat them both on the head and smile
>You did me proud girls, I'm impressed but were you good girls and listen to the others and help them...If so.. we might get more stories~

>>940717
>> “Girls, this isn't a competition. You both brought me very good things.
>Headpat both of them and promise them some desert too.

>>940717
> “Girls, this isn't a competition. You both brought me very good things.”
>Now since you two both did such a good job go get some ice cream for yourselves as a reward.

>>940717
Supporting Anon >>940745.

Victory through ice cream.

>>940717
> “Girls, this isn't a competition. You both brought me very good things.”
>Now since you two both did such a good job go get some ice cream for yourselves as a reward.

We can't really show favoritism here, but we want them to compete so they keep bringing in stuff lie this.

>>940763
So shouldn't we say its a competition then?

>>940772
Nah, Cause Kids are retarded.

>>940772
They're kids. They'll compete no matter what.

> “Girls, this isn't a competition. You both brought me very good things.”

You place your head on both of their heads, patting them and petting them. Black Hawk and Agility purr and squeal happily at you doing that. Agility as well even stopping to let you pat her head. “Girls, this isn't a competition. You both brought me some very good things today. As a reward, how about you help yourself some ice cream tonight after dinner?” They gasp, then immediately run for the mess hall. “I said after dinner!” you call to them. Dang it. Oh well.

Tellstar looks pretty sad. “A-... Admiral.” She twiddles her fingers a little. “I-... I didn't find anything.” Oh. Well, that's a shame.

Prosecutor gently hugs Tellstar from behind, petting her head and comforting her. “The poor corvette kept getting lost. Half the reason we came back with only just this was because we had to stop and help reorient her.” Oh, that is a problem.

“Am I bad girl?” asks Tellstar.

“No, no!” You smile at her bemusedly. She totally is though. “Look, Tellstar. You just need to stop being so clumsy. It's not that hard. All you gotta do is like...” You shrug. “Coordinate yourself better. Follow Prosecutor's lead here!” Prosecutor smiles at your praise.

“But Big Sis is so much bigger and better than me,” says Tellstar. “How can I be like her?”

“First off.” Prosecutor holds up a finger. “You can start by not trying to be like me. You can follow my lead, but trying to be like me, ehehe...” Prosecutor bites her lip. “Well, let's just say you don't want to be like me, Tellstar.”

“You just take advice from her and Resolute. They'll help.” Tellstar nods, walking past you. “And hey, good hustle out there!” She waves limply, her head hanging low. “Prosecutor.”

She says to you, “Sir. Our expedition was a success. We gathered enough resources to deploy Finalizer a couple of times, and you already saw the rewards that Black Hawk and Agility found.” You nod, great. Excellent. “What would you have me do now?”

> “Cook me a nice meal. I'll be working in my office tonight.”
> “Let's just walk and talk, Prosecutor. It's time I get to know my secretary ship a bit more.”
> “Nothing for now. I'm going to head back to my office.”
> Other

>>940968
> “Let's just walk and talk, Prosecutor. It's time I get to know my secretary ship a bit more. I need your honest opinion as well on how things are...actually going.”

>>940968
>“Let's just walk and talk, Prosecutor. It's time I get to know my secretary ship a bit more.”
more talky

>>940968
>Help me cook a nice meal for the team and get to know you a bit more.

>>940977
Supporting this

>>940968
this>>940977

>>940968
After what I put here >>940977 lets actually fucking learn how to cook as is implied here >>940981

Fuck me, Slice of life is hard. But I don't want our girls going murderhobo on us cause we ignored them like fucking Plane.

>>940968
This >>940977 also gets my support

>>940968
This >>940977

No learning from our ship how to cook while we talk?

>>940985
>cause we ignored them like fucking Plane.
?

>>941032
Old QM on /tg/ anon, Who ran Shipsluts.

>>941054
Whats the name of that quest?

>>941054
Always wondered what happened to him.Did he ignore his players?

>>941064
Kantocelle I think.

>>940968
>"Let's just walk and talk, Prosecutor. It's time I get to know my secretary ship a bit more."

Also we need to see about upgrading Tellstar so she'll stop being so clumsy. What would improve that? Sensorys? C&C?

>>941093
maybe extensive hardcore training from Resolute? if anything she's the most experienced ship here, she should know the know-how on how to survive on the battlefield.
I mean, might as well get the best use out of here as much as we can at the moment, right?

>>941093
Was Kant-O-Celle quest. Quest is on hiatus. I suspect a bit of burn out plus real life eating time/energy. There was a disagreement between him and some writefags.

> “Let's just walk and talk, Prosecutor. It's time I get to know my secretary ship a bit more.”
> Other

“Come on, let's walk and talk Prosecutor. Over to the kitchen.” She nods, following along with you. A pair of Stormtroopers stand and salute you as you walk past into the common building, where the canteen happens to be. You step into the kitchen with Prosecutor. “How about you show me how to cook, Prosecutor.”

She smiles, then puts on an apron and a scarf to tie over her hair. You put on an apron as well. “Today, we'll make nerf steak with melted jerba cheese, grilled onions, and glasscap mushrooms. I'm going to season the steak with some traditional Mandalorian spices. Would you mind helping me run them through a grater?” You nod. She places down a cutting board for you on one of the kitchen counters, then places down some... absolutely glowing peppers for you to cut. “I'd wear gloves if I were you.”

Good point. You put on some fresh gloves then grab a grater. You grab a small bowl, then start grating the pepper. Even through gloves it feels like its burning your skin. “Uh. What kind of pepper is this?”

“It's traditionally found on Concord Dawn,” says Prosecutor. “They say it's a test of a true man's power to eat the entire thing whole without flinching.” What kind of idiot would eat this thing whole? “And if he eats it whole, he gets his pick of a wife.” … any wife? “It's folklore though, but I'd love if a man were to try and romance me that way. To prove his mettle either on the field of battle, to show he has charisma as much as he does battle wisdom, you know?”

[1/2]

>>941262
[2/2]

“Sure, sure.” You run the pepper through. “And how do these spices go?” She places the freshly cut steak onto a pan with oil, then starts frying it on one side.

“We'll add them as we fry the steak,” she says. “Once you're done with that, help me with the onions?” You nod, finally slicing and grating up the pepper to nothingness. You notice a few more lying there on the counter, but one should be good. You hand the bowl to her, and she carefully starts seasoning the steak with the spices. You see little embers and fires start on the pan. What the hell is that made of?

Whatever. You grab the onions and a knife. “Uh, Prosecutor.” She looks at you, smiling. “Tell me. I want an honest opinion.” Her smile drops a little as you start to chop the onions. “How are things going?” you ask. “Are they well?”

“Um.” Prosecutor flips the steak on the pan, making it sear and sizzle. “Well, that's a good question. I think you're doing a good job, Admiral. I don't see why Resolute doesn't seem to trust you.” You shrug. She's a smart girl, both of them are actually. “I will admit though. I do feel outnumbered by the Yuuzhan Vong. It would be nice to have another Starship Girl.” She leans close to you. “Preferably not one who's from the CIS like Commerce.” Fair. “But... other than that.”

“Honest opinion.”

“That is my honest opinion.” She smiles at you. “Admiral. I enjoy your command. You're fair and you actually reward us for our service. That's enough for me.” You're taken aback a little. Really? That's all she needed to be impressed? “I will say though, I am skeptical of your command somewhat.” Oh. “I've only seen you in a few battles but you seem to have a decent grasp of it. How did you manage to get through the Academy again?”

Uh...

> “With merit.”
> “With the help of a lot of people.”
> “Uh... hey! Let's see if I can eat that pepper!”
> Other

>>941267
> “Uh... hey! Let's see if I can eat that pepper!”

What could possibly go wrong?

>>941267
> “Uh... hey! Let's see if I can eat that pepper!”

>>941267
>“With merit."

We are awesome. Never let anyone say otherwise.

>>941267
>> “With merit.”

>>941267
>> “With merit.”

>> “Uh... hey! Let's see if I can eat that pepper!”

>>941267
> Other
"With merit, charm, hard work and a firm grasp of espionage tactics!"

>>941267
>>941290
Change my vote to this.
>>941300

>>941267
>“With merit.”
>“Uh... hey! Let's see if I can eat that pepper!”

>>941267
change>>941284
to>>941300

>>941267
Supporting >>941300

>>941300
I can go with this.
changing >>941332 to support this.

> Other

“With merit, charm, hard work, and a firm grasp of espionage tactics,” you explain. She tilts her head, confused. “Listen, you'll understand when you're older.” Or rather when she gets more experience. “There are many ways to fight on a battlefield. And you must recognize them for what they are. And I believe that there is no fair way to win a war nor is there an unfair way to win a war. Just ways to win a war. Got that?”

“I see.” She nods. “I understand, Admiral!”

“Great!” You smile at her. “Well then. We should get back to making dinner.” She nods, hurrying to get the steak ready while you chop up the onions.

Phew. That was close. You almost ate the pepper just to get out of that question.

-

-

“Mmmmm! Ice cream!” Black Hawk and Agility ferociously eat their ice cream, covering their cheeks in it. They had already wolfed down their dinners too fast to appreciate the taste. Tellstar meanwhile pokes at her dinner dejectedly as everyone else eats. Maybe it was a bad idea to let them eat dessert before everyone else. But oh well, hindsight is 20/20.

Arc Hammer munches on her food, noticing the sad Tellstar. “Cheer up, Tellstar. Everyone has a bad day.”

“Yeah,” says Resolute. “Tomorrow morning, I'll take you through the simulators, we can train you up to be a proper Starship Girl, how's that?”

Tellstar frowns. “I guess.”

“You're sad you're not getting ice cream, aren't you?” asks Prosecutor. She shrugs, moping a bit.

Finalizer huffs. “I do not need ice cream as a reward for my superiority! So Tellstar can have it!” Tellstar's eyes light up, looking at Finalizer. “It's not like I wanted my ice cream anyway. And I'm not doing this to be nice either. I just don't want it to go to waste and melt.” Tellstar hops off her chair, then immediately hugs Finalizer. “Ah! Get off, the Scion of the Dark Side does not hug people!” Tellstar still hugs her as Finalizer ineffectually flails at her.

“Hmmm... something the matter, Commerce?” you ask.

She shrugs, poking at her food. “Nothing.”

Finalizer says, “She's probably just lonely, being the only droid Starship here.”

“Shut up!” yells Commerce. “Y'all are a bunch of... bunch of... tookas!” She huffs, going back to eating her food.

> “Don't worry, Commerce. We'll have CIS Starship Girls in soon. Just wait.”
> “You should be more appreciative of what you have, Commerce.”
> “Commerce, show these girls who's boss when you're out there. Then you'll get their respect.”
> Other

>>941539
>“Don't worry, Commerce. We'll have CIS Starship Girls in soon. Just wait.”
second option is just rude, third option might get here too aggressive.
we'll just have to twiddle our thumbs and hope to have a balanced distribution of ships as soon as possible..

>>941539
>> “Don't worry, Commerce. We'll have CIS Starship Girls in soon. Just wait.”

>>941539
>> “Don't worry, Commerce. We'll have CIS Starship Girls in soon. Just wait.”

>>941539
> “Don't worry, Commerce. We'll have CIS Starship Girls in soon. Just wait.”

>>941539
> “Don't worry, Commerce. We'll have CIS Starship Girls in soon. Just wait.”

>>941539
> “Don't worry, Commerce. We'll have CIS Starship Girls in soon. Just wait.”

>>941539
>> “Don't worry, Commerce. We'll have CIS Starship Girls in soon. Just wait.”

> “Don't worry, Commerce. We'll have CIS Starship Girls in soon. Just wait.”

“Don't worry, Commerce. We'll have CIS Starship Girls in soon for you. Just wait.” She smiles a little at that.

“Did you hear that?” She smiles smugly at the other ships. “We're going to have glorious Alliance Starships here. And we're going to show you all how we wage warfare! I hope it's a big sis Lucrehulk, or even Invisible Hand!” You roll your eyes a little. Of course. When the ice cream dessert does finally come, Finalizer true to her word does give it to Tellstar. Though probably not willingly, as Commerce and Tellstar eat their desserts you can definitely tell Finalizer really had to give it a lot of thought. And she's obviously kind of regretting it.

After dinner is resolved, Redemption and Prosecutor elect to wash the dishes, leaving the rest of you to leave back to your quarters. You walk out with the other Starship Girls. “Wooooo!” Agility runs around the crowd in a circle, arms held up high. “I'm running circles around you all! Ahahaha!”

“Stop that!” yells Black Hawk. “Nobody thinks that's funny!”

“I THINK IT'S FUN!” screams Agility. She continues running around, prompting Black Hawk to try and catch her.

“Cheer up, Finalizer.” You pat her on the back. “You did a nice thing for Tellstar. Just try not to spoil her.”

Finalizer blushes, looking away. “As Scion of the Dark Side, I was not doing it for her. I- I just did not want ice cream.” Sure, sure she didn't.

“Well, fine, I'll make sure not to serve you any more ice cream, find you a new dessert.” She balks a little. You smirk, laughing a little. “W-... Wait, Lord Admiral! That's not what I meant! Lord Admiral!”

>>941765
That's it for tonight. We'll try to speed things up tomorrow hopefully. Been itching with some cabin fever since I've been sent home due to the lack of work.

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>>941768
thanks for the run.
never got in to this shipgirls thing before but liking it so far.

>>941768
Thanks for the session, Finalizer is cute....damn it/

>>941768
Thanks for running Schteel.

>>941768
Thanks for the fun, you utter madman

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The next day came pretty quickly. You look out the window to see a pretty heavy rainstorm outside the base. For today, Black Hawk, Tellstar, and Agility were again out on expedition duty. And to cycle out Prosecutor for her work yesterday, you slotted in Force of Commerce to escort them. You were currently consolidating the new prizes from the expeditions with Arc Hammer in your office. She leans forward on your desk, sleepily as you go through the logistics reports. “Right, right. Everything is right where it should be and...” You squint at Arc Hammer as her eyes flitter in and out of sleep. “Arc Hammer, are you tired?”

“No. What makes you say that?” she asks.

You roll your eyes, placing the holopad onto your desk. Prosecutor looks over from her desk, curiously. “Arc Hammer, if you're being overworked, just tell me and I can have someone else handle your stuff for you. Heck, since we're close to having a nearly full fleet, you don't even have to deploy anymore.” She shrugs silently. “Alright, hey. If you want, I can carry you to bed. Yours or mine, doesn't make a difference.” You wink at her.

“You are such a little man,” she says. “Buzz off.”

Well, it was worth a shot. “Well, whatever. Prosecutor, can you make her some caf?” Prosecutor nods, standing up from her desk and heading out of the office. That just left the two of you alone, even F4 is gone doing who knows. “Seriously, Arc Hammer. I imagine your work isn't that intense and I don't think I give you a lot to do beyond the standard duties. Why are you so tired?”

“Nightmares,” she mutters. Oh? “I keep getting these recurring nightmares of me being blown up from the inside, all my fairies dying and not being able to do anything.” She shudders a little. “Plus, there's the issue of trying to figure out how to improve my little fairies as well.” She holds up a crystal ball, showing a boarding party of what appears to be Stormtrooper droids wielding swords and shields. They whack each other over the head, goofing around. “This is just Phase I. Once I get improvements to them...”

> “Yeah. You should probably focus more on the work I give you versus pet projects.”
> “Cute pet project. Can't wait to see it develop.”
> “Hey. If you get nightmares, my bed's always open.”
> Other

>>942521
>> “Cute pet project. Can't wait to see it develop.”

>>942521
>> “Cute pet project. Can't wait to see it develop.”

>>942521
>“Cute pet project. Can't wait to see it develop.”

>>942521
>> “Cute pet project. Can't wait to see it develop.”
>> “Hey. If you get nightmares, my bed's always open.”

>We have two sets of regular Stormtrooper boarding parties, would they help?

>>942521
http://pastebin.com/8g0iTLaN

Here is the pastebin.

>>942521
>> “Cute pet project. Can't wait to see it develop.”

>>942521
> “Cute pet project. Can't wait to see it develop.”
> “Hey. If you get nightmares, my bed's always open.”

> “Cute pet project. Can't wait to see it develop.”

“That's a cute pet project of yours,” you say. “Can't wait to see it develop.” Arc Hammer's cheeks take a light shade of pink for a second before she turns her head away. “Hey, I'm genuinely interested in the engineering trade. It's not every day a Fleet has its own Factory ship like yourself you know, and developing your own tech.”

“Well, the Empire was never one to value individuality,” she mutters.

“Please, if the Empire didn't value it, I would never be Admiral.” She stares at you, confused. “Just saying.”

Prosecutor comes back with a tray of two mugs of caf. She places them down for the both of them. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Prosecutor.” You take your mug and take a nice sip, letting the rich flavor and the heated taste warm up your body and stimulate you some. Arc Hammer as well takes a drink, not looking anymore awake but at least she's not about to fall asleep. “Right, we got two sets of Stormtrooper boarding parties now, who do we give them too?”

“I'd advise Prosecutor.” Prosecutor blinks in surprise. “She doesn't have her own boarding parties, correct?”

“W-... well.” Prosecutor coughs. “I mean. No.”

“Why not?” you ask.

“I don't know,” she says simply, frightened by the thought of it. “But I don't.”

“Well, if it comes to it, they're yours,” you say. “Try not to waste them.” She nods. “And furthermore, I'd like to-”

F4 rolls in. “Sir. It's the corvettes and Commerce. They've returned, and-” Black Hawk and Agility run in immediately, knocking F4 over. “Ow.” They come in with a very large Life Crystal.

“I FOUND IT! I FOUND IT!” They furiously fight over it, glaring at each other. Tellstar and Commerce come in shortly after.

Commerce looks excited. “It's a big Life Crystal! Probably for a ship as big a Star Destroyer!” she happily bounces in place as Agility and Black Hawk fight over it. The two corvettes wrestle the crystal between each other. “And it's probably from my line of ships too! Y'all need to open it now! Now!”

Agility dives onto your desk, knocking over your cups of caf onto the floor. “IT'S MY CRYSTAL! I FOUND IT! WHAT DO I GET, ADMIRAL!?”

> “A spanking if you don't get off my desk.”
> “Now, now. We can settle rewards later.”
> “Hold on hold on, who found it first.”
> Other

>>942594
>“A spanking if you don't get off my desk.”

>>942594
>> “Hold on hold on, who found it first.”

>>942594
> “A spanking if you don't get off my desk.”

While we have been fairly indulgent with these girls, we cannot tolerate this undisciplined behavior. Esspecially when it means the loss of our precious caf

>>942594
Changing my vote here >>942608 too

> “Hold on hold on, who found it first and apolgize to Prosectuor for spilling her Caf.”

>>942610
Backing this.

>>942594
>> “A spanking if you don't get off my desk.”
>> “Hold on hold on, who found it first.”
>>942610
This. She spilled hot coffee and that shit burns.

>>942594
>> “A spanking if you don't get off my desk.”

> “Hold on hold on, who found it first.”

“Hold on, hold on. Agility.” You point to the new stained floor with caf on it. “Apologize to Prosecutor.”

Agility sighs, getting off the desk and looking at Prosecutor. Prosecutor hugs her tray, smiling bemusedly. “I'm sorry,” says Agility. Prosecutor pats Agility on the head, forgiving her rather easily.

“Now, who found it first?” you ask.

Commerce says, “Black Hawk and Agility found it at roughly the same time actually. So...” She shrugs. “I dunno.” You look at Tellstar.

She says, “I think Black Hawk found it first, but I also think Agility found it first too.” That-... that is just not helpful at all. You rub your nose, sighing deeply. Well, whatever. You'll figure this out later and have it rewarded as they should.

“Look. Let's hatch the girl, then we can talk about rewards, okay?” Everybody nods. “Black Hawk, Agility. I want honesty when we talk about this, alright?” They both nod eagerly, then glare at each other. Rivals, huh? Even after you told them teamwork was important.

-

-

The Hatching Device whirs loudly as Arc Hammer runs the Crystal through it. The entire fleet has gathered to watch. Resolute, Finalizer, and Redemption stand in back, while the small cruisers and corvettes all look on in anticipation. Here we go, here we go. You fold your arms. Big ship, big ship, big ship. You smile, watching the light between the Hatching Device's doors zoom down. “Very powerful readings,” says Arc Hammer. “A CIS Vessel... now hatching.”

The doors fly open. Out steps a large woman wearing a business outfit just like Commerce. Her suit is a grey blazer, a white blouse with a khaki sweatervest, and a pleated miniskirt on top of pantyhose covering her long toned legs. On her shoulders is a darker grey trenchcoat, being worn like a cape, with metallic plates on the coattails. And to further that, her belt is a shining white, with a gold belt buckle. Along it are capsules for the containment of many starfighter squadrons. And on her wrists are a variety of turbolaser guns.

She takes a deep breath, standing up. She adjusts her smart square glasses, then adjusts her short blonde hair tied up in a neat little bun. She looks down at you. “What in the name of all that's good is all this?” she mutters in the same accent as Commerce. “Who are y'all?”

“I'm your new Admiral,” you say. “Welcome to the Fleet, Miss...?”

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>>942712
[2/2]

“Vuutun Palaa.”

> VUUTUN PALAA <
> LUCREHULK-CLASS DROID CONTROL SHIP <

You grin, rubbing your hands together. “Well, it's-”

Commerce slides in front of you. “Sweet mother and father! It's so great to finally have a nice big sister like ya, VP!” she says. VP looks down at Commerce, then gently pats her on the head. Commerce purrs happily, letting VP pet her like a dog.

“It seems I have been born for a purpose,” says VP. You look back. Prosecutor, Tellstar, and Resolute look rather skeptically, whispering amongst each other. What's their problem? VP clasps her hands behind her back. “So. Where do we begin?”

> “I think a nice lunch with just the two of us might suit things.”
> “I'll give you a tour and intro to all the girls.”
> “Simulators. I want to see what you do.”
> Other

>>942713
>> “I'll give you a tour and intro to all the girls.”
then Simulators.

>>942713
> “I think a nice lunch with just the two of us might suit things.”
> “I'll give you a tour and intro to all the girls afterwords”

>>942713
My dick is ready, I totally want to see her fight Finalize in the sims. Shes gonna need a re-fit isn't she?

>>942713
>> “I'll give you a tour and intro to all the girls.”

>>942713
>“I think a nice lunch with just the two of us might suit things.”

>>942713
>> “I'll give you a tour and intro to all the girls.”

>>942736
And maybe a new bodyglove.

>>942713
>> “I think a nice lunch with just the two of us might suit things.”

>>942713
> “I'll give you a tour and intro to all the girls.”

>>942713
> “I'll give you a tour and intro to all the girls.”

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> “I'll give you a tour and intro to all the girls.”

“I'll give you a tour and an intro to all the girls. First off.” You motion to Finalizer and Redemption. “Finalizer, Finalizer-class Star Destroyer. You're going to get to know her real quick, I assume you're basically in her class.” YP and Finalizer nod to each other, sizing each other up. The two have quite comparable busts, that's for sure. Redemption though is much more welcoming, bowing to her. “And that's Redemption, Nebulon-B Frigate.”

“Charmed,” says VP. She continues petting a very excited and elated Commerce. “And I assume this is Force of Commerce?” You nod. “I always did like the little Munificents.”

“Awww shucks, yer makin' me blush, big sis!” Commerce absolutely melts in VP's presence.

“That's Arc Hammer,” you say. Arc Hammer turns her data goggles up, waving hello. “That's Agility.” Agility runs circles around VP, scoping her up and down. Black Hawk is as well is happily shaking hands with VP before she even realizes it. “And that's Black Hawk. Those two are your escort corvettes. And finally...”

Prosecutor, Resolute, and Tellstar glare at VP.

… oh boy.

VP step up to them. “So. Republic ships it seems,” she says. “I never had the honor of fighting the Republic in the Clone Wars, but I must say...” VP looks Resolute up and down, noticing every inch of her skin. “I did not think of them to be so lewd.”

“And I did not think of droid battleships to have so much extraneous space,” says Resolute.

Oh son of a-

> “Girls, girls, let's not have a fight!”
> “Hey. Settle it in the sims.”
> “Why don't we have a nice lunch to calm our nerves, eh?”
> Other

>>942790
>> “Why don't we have a nice lunch to calm our nerves, eh?”

>>942790
> “Why don't we have a nice lunch to calm our nerves, eh?”

>>942790
> “Why don't we have a nice lunch to calm our nerves, eh?”

>>942790
>> “Why don't we have a nice lunch to calm our nerves, eh?”

>>942790
>> “Why don't we have a nice lunch to calm our nerves, eh?”

> “Why don't we have a nice lunch to calm our nerves, eh?”

-

-

The suggestion to have lunch did not calm nerves at all. The two CIS ships sat at one end of the dining table while the three Republic ships sat at the other end. For once, the Republic had advantage in numbers, but not in ship class. Even a single Lucrehulk before its Clone Wars retrofitting was quite powerful. And sheer amount of fighters and bombers it could dispatch, along with its immense boarding parties. Good God. And you suppose Commerce is there too. Finalizer as well glares at VP, if only because she is no longer the top dog if VP is here.

…

“This is a nice lunch,” you say. “Uh. VP.” She looks at you, not turning her head away from the Republic Starship Girls. “You know, we have a very luxurious Repair Dock for when you get damaged or when you need to just take a load off and relax. I could show you after lunch.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” says VP.

“You refuse the Admiral's humble offer to show youaround?” asks Prosecutor. “I think you're trying to offend him.

“Now, Prosecutor. That's not-”

Commerce pulls a plate of food over towards her, stabbing the steak with her fork. “I believe that the Admiral can take rejection once in a while, Prosecutor! Unlike the Republic and its inability to recognize when star systems simply want to be left alone to govern themselves!” She furiously chops the steak, glaring at Prosecutor.

“Well maybe the Republic would have left them alone,” says Resolute. “If the Separatist Alliance wasn't ruled by Corporations and Economic Guilds that only had their own self-interest at heart.” She ferociously chews her food, continuing to glare at VP.

[1/2]

>>942908
[2/2]

“And maybe this wouldn't have happened,” says VP. “If the Republic had stayed out of Naboo.”

Black Hawk leans over to Agility. “Do you know what's going on?”

“You're asking me?” says Agility.

Redemption and Arc Hammer eat quietly, trying to ignore the frigid atmosphere of the room.

“Now, girls.” You hold up a hand to calm them. “Listen. I know things are tense between you two. But the war is long over. And I think that-” Prosecutor suddenly has a bit of melted cheese fly into her face. You all look over to Commerce, who's holding up a spoon catapult in her hand. “Commerce! What are you-”

“AAHH!” Prosecutor picks up her plate and shucks the food at Commerce. The two sides immediately start flinging food at each other from across the table. Tellstar hides underneath, covering her eyes and shutting her eyes. Redemption and Arc Hammer quickly make to get away before they get dirty while Agility and Black Hawk hurry to scavenge food that's tossed just short or overshot of their targets. VP and Resolute especially are locked in a war of flinging cuts of steak at each other, splattering their clothes in sauce and meat bits while Commerce and Prosecutor shoot and fling cheese and potatoes at each other.

“GIRLS!” you yell. “THAT'S-” A piece of steak suddenly lands on your uniform.

…

You all look over at Commerce, who holds the offending spoon. She slowly lowers it down. “... I'm in trouble, ain't I.”

> “On my knee. Now.” Give her a good spanking.
> “All of you are.”
> Remain calm and quiet. No. You're not going to get angry. Not today. No sir.
> Other

>>942911
> “All of you are.”

>>942911
>“All of you are.”
All I wanted was a NICE, FAMILY DINNER.

>>942911
Gonna adding to my vote here >>942915 this guys >>942919 'family dinner and all I wanted'

>>942911
>> “All of you are.”

>>942911
> “All of you are.
This has nothing to do with being a dick and everything to do with actually doing our job as Admiral for once and enforcing discipline.

If we don't punish them when they start acting up we may run the risk of spoiling them rotten.

I motion for a rigorous sim training regimen where the CIS and republic ships are forced to work together against overwhelming odds.

>>942911
> “All of you are.”

>No Dinner for all of you.
or
>> “On my knee. Now.”

They can choose their punishment

>>942919
Also its not dinner its lunch.

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>>942911
>> “All of you are.”

>>942911
>>942931
>>942932
Supporting this

>>942946
>>942931
I just thought of a really tasty scenario we could use to knock em on their asses if they get too cocky.

Task them with defending Yavin 4 against the death star. Kinda like how the Romans re-enacted their victories in gladiator battles.

>>942951
Actually, now that I think about it, since we still have the Death Star in this continuity why isn't the Empire just using that to annihilate the Vong?

>>942958
Who said we're not?

> “All of you are.”

You lean forward on the table, glaring at her. She looks down, trying not to meet your eye. “Yes. You are. All of you are. Excepting the ones who weren't participating in this food fight, you're in for a world of hurt. Get your kits on, and report to the simulators.” The Republic ships quickly file out, as do the CIS ships. The ships remaining who don't have a pony in on the conflict simply stand around, awkwardly. “You're all dismissed. This is between me and them.” They quickly run out, hurrying to find something to do so as not to be dragged into this.

-

-

You stand in the training room's control room. Down in the Well, the five girls ready themselves. “Alright, girls. As much as I hate to do this, I won't have my authority be undermined by your petty conflicts,” you announce. “So I want you all to be working together here.”

“Fine,” says VP. “We can take on any scenario you present us.”

“Good,” you say. “Because if you won't leave this chamber until you win this scenario.” You look to the training techs. “Fire it up.” The Well's holograms shift the environment from cold sterile holoblocks to empty space. It expands outwards to give the girls plenty of room. And in the center of the training room is projected an image of the planet Yavin IV, with the gas giant Yavin looming in the backgrond.

“What is this?” asks Tellstar.

“It's the Yavin IV scenario. Defend the planet Yavin IV from the incoming Death Star and its escort fleet.” They all look at you in surprise and alarm. “Well, I'd get planning if I were you.” Commerce and VP quickly float off to make their own plans, as do Prosecutor and Resolute and Tellstar. Oh for...

“Sir.” F4 rolls up to you. “The Yavin IV scenario is specifically designed to be unwinnable, even by cheating. Do you intend to starve them until they give up?”

> “Yes.”
> “No. Just until they start working together.”
> “Well, hey. It'll be a nice dinner show.”
> Other

>>943042
>“Well, hey. It'll be a nice dinner show.”

>>943042
>No. Just until they start working together.

>>943042
>“No. Just until they start working together.”

>>943042
> “Well, hey. It'll be a nice dinner show.”

>>943042
>>943059
> “Yes.” or until they work together.

If they don't starving will be the least of their problems. We have a World-Ship coming this way soon, and I won't put up with this, not when the enemy is coming so soon.

>>943042
> “No. Just until they start working together.”
> “Well, hey. It'll be a nice dinner show.”

>>943042
> “No. Just until they start working together.”

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>>943042
>“No. Just until they start working together.”

"Once they start working together we'll let them squirm for a while longer. I don't just want them to form an alliance of convenience, I want them to fight together and I want them to bleed together (figuratively of course). We will give them respite only once they learn to respect each other... and me."

>>943042
>“The Yavin IV scenario is specifically designed to be unwinnable, even by cheating."

Guess they never discovered the Death Star's crippling design flaw in this continuity. Such a shame since the ship girls have plenty of small one manned fighters between them.

>>943042
>“Well, hey. It'll be a nice dinner show.”

>>943111
Well it's a simulation. You just know they'd program their invincible weapon to be literally invincible.

And unless one of the girls' can use the Force Finalizer maybe then it'd be downright impossible to get a torpedo down the port. One pilot did it perfectly and still failed, while Luke had to resort to magic to ensure a victory.

> “No. Just until they start working together.”

“No. Just until they start working together and start respecting my command. I'm not an idiot, F4.”

“Could've fooled me.” You kick at him. “Ow.”

The first scenario goes as you'd expect. Despite VP's overwhelming amounts of Vulture Droid starfighters and her massive amounts of quad turbolasers, despite the good coordination of the Republic ships with Prosecutor and Resolute firing away and Tellstar weaving through the formations of Star Destroyers. It doesn't work. They're immediately pasted and vaped in a matter of minutes. “Start it again,” you say. “This time until we get it right, girls.”

VP and Resolute glare at each other. Then they huff, going back to their respective sides.

It can't take that long for them to realize they need to work together.

-

> SIX HOURS LATER <

-

You munch on your dinner. It had to be heated up steak leftovers from lunch since Prosecutor is not available. The two teams STILL refuse to work together. They're begrudgingly acknowledging each other's presence at least. Sometimes they might even go out of their way to save each other. But as for working together, directly working together? That's a pipe dream. You lean back in your seat, watching them tire themselves out. “Sir. This can't go on for much longer,” says F4.

“They're starting to learn,” you say. You hope they are. “Give it another hour.”

They all pant and sit around as they take a break before the next iteration. Commerce walks up to Prosecutor as she sits down. “Listen here, Shiny. You don't like me and I don't like you.”

“I like you,” says Tellstar. Commerce looks guiltily at Tellstar, then glares back at Prosecutor, who glares right back at her.

“Well- look... the Admiral's not going to let us go unless we work together,” she says.

Resolute walks up to Commerce. “Oh. A Separatist acknowledging fault, that's a first.”

“Go to hell,” says VP. “Y'all need to realize he's in this to win it. We have to work together somehow, formulate a plan.” They all look at each other, some elements of very begrudging respect to each of them. “As the Droid Control Ship here, and the ship commanding the most Starfighters and the biggest target. I elect that we focus our defenses around myself. If I'm lost, your starfighters get halved.”

[1/2

>>943321
[2/2]

Resolute kicks her foot against the floor, frustrated. “Agreed.”

Oh, you didn't have to wait an hour. They're already formulating a plan.

“Everyone got it?” asks Resolute. They all nod. “Okay. We'll last longer this time, I'm sure. Let's go.” They all float up into their positions, and the simulator resets. This time they seem to assume some sort of diamond formation. Resolute is in front, Commerce and Prosecutor on the left and right, Tellstar in the rear, and VP in the center. Resolute fires off a mad barrage at the incoming Star Destroyers, several dozen of them in fact. Prosecutor as well lets off a spread of Proton torpedoes and Commerce lays loose with her own laser cannon batteries. The Starfighter screen from all of them prevents the TIES from getting close and gaining a numbers advantage in close quarters.

“Interesting,” says F4. “How long do you estimate they'll last?”

“Dunno.” You lean back, smiling. They take down Star Destroyers here and there, wipe out TIE squadrons there and here. But in come the Battlecruisers, much larger ships. And even SSD Executor arrives, a couple of years before its introduction in fact. The Death Star looms in the background, closing in and ready to fire once it's clear that a stalemate is about to resolved.

But alas, sheer numbers overwhelm the girls. Prosecutor is first to go, taking a spread of torpedoes to the side. Commerce as well is overwhelmed by a Squadron of TIE Bombers. Tellstar tries to save VP from a flanking shot from a Star Destroyer by ramming herself in. And finally, Resolute and VP are laid low through sheer firepower from almost twenty Star Destroyers.

They all lie down and sit around in the training room. Right, that's enough. You step into the simulation. “Good work, girls.” You smile at all of them. “Now you know the value of teamwork?” you ask. They all grumble, too tired to do anything. You suppose that can't be helped.

> Treat them to a nice dinner cooked by you.
> “I'll warm up the repair docks for all of you.”
> “Hey. Don't make me fire up the simulators again, tell me how it went.”
> Other

>>943327
>“Hey. Don't make me fire up the simulators again, tell me how it went.”

>>943327
> “Hey. Don't make me fire up the simulators again, tell me how it went.”

>>943327
>> “Hey. Don't make me fire up the simulators again, tell me how it went.”
then if they give a satisfactory answer.
> Treat them to a nice dinner cooked by you.
> “I'll warm up the repair docks for all of you.”

Let them relax while we cook so they have something to eat after a nice bath.

>>943327
> “Hey. Don't make me fire up the simulators again, tell me how it went.”

>>943327
>>943347
This. They worked together, which is at least a start.

>>943327
Changing this >>943338 too >>943347 because some people make fucking sense.

>>943327
>>943347
Carrot and stick. I like it.

>>943327
> “Hey. Don't make me fire up the simulators again, tell me how it went.”
> Other
And then add the other girls in for another hour of Yavin, just for fun. Group punishment works!

>>943327
>>943347
Supporting this. If only they give a satisfactory answer

>>943327
>>943347
I'll support this as well

>>943327
I'll back >>943347

>>943347
Liking this one.

> “Hey. Don't make me fire up the simulators again, tell me how it went.”
> Other

“Hey. Don't make me fire up the simulators again. Stand up and tell me how it went.” They force themselves to stand up, then look at you with tired eyes and hungry bellies. “Prosecutor, you're my secretary. How do you think that went? What do you think went wrong?”

She looks at the CIS ships, as if contemplating something, then says, “I think we failed the minute my defenses failed. I couldn't dodge those shots fast enough, that caused a hole in the line. And once that hole in the line formed, that resulted in a gap that the fighters easily exploited to gain superiority.” You nod. Alright. “And I think, if we give it another go, I think we can win it this time.” They all nod. Hm. No arguments, taking responsibility, hm.

“Well. Good news.” You clap your hands together. “Head to the repair docks and relax for a bit. I'm going to cook you all a nice dinner to reward you.” They all look at you with immense surprise. Tellstar grins, stars in her eyes. “You girls learned that teamwork is more important than a bit of a rivalry. I don't care about it to be honest, just don't let it bleed into your work.” They all nod. “Now go.”

-

-

The food you cook is simple pasta noodles with that spicy sauce that Prosecutor gave out to you. F4 had to guide you through the process as you went. The five ships all eat dinner in bathrobes, happily chewing and sucking up noodles. Though, they're all rather quiet. No one says a word to the other. Not even gossip amongst the respective factions. Interesting. Maybe there's some sort of unwritten pact between them now. You'll have to find out later for yourself.

But for right now as you eat, you simply bask in the silence. Maybe they're just really tired and hungry. You did notice VP and Resolute take some incredibly big portions for themselves.

“This is some very fine cooking, Admiral,” says Resolute. “Where did you learn this?”

“Prosecutor.” You motion to her. Prosecutor blushes lightly, poking at her noodles with her fork. “She taught me some of the basics. Plus F4 I suppose.”

“You suppose?” says F4 as he rolls by. You roll your eyes.

[1/2]

>>943601
[2/2]

“I must say,” says VP. “I did not expect an Admiral to cook for a Starship Girl like myself.” Commerce nods, agreeing to that. “You are very fair.”

You smirk. “Well thank you.” You glance at Resolute, who rolls her eyes in response. “You do owe me though with service.” VP nods, understanding.

Prosecutor says, “If you want, I can teach you all how to cook.” She smiles at everybody. “It's not too hard.”

“Please.” Commerce huffs. “I can cook just as well as y'all.”

“A droid starship has a sense of taste?” asks Resolute. Oh here we go.

VP leans in. “Would you like to settle that with a fight?” You quirk your brow. Please no. “I and Force of Commerce can cook even better than you can, we are confident in that. Perhaps the Admiral might agree.” The Republic ships all look at you.

> “Hey. If this means free food, I'm all for it.”
> “I'll judge your little cooking contest as long as there's no foul play.”
> “Nope. Nope. Prosecutor's the cook, I'm all for it.”
> Other

>>943605
> “I'll judge your little cooking contest as long as there's no foul play.”

>>943605
> “I'll judge your little cooking contest as long as there's no foul play.”

Iron Chef Coroscant!

>>943605
> “I'll judge your little cooking contest as long as there's no foul play.”

>>943605
>> “I'll judge your little cooking contest as long as there's no foul play.”

>>943614

So we need an appetizer, a main course, and a desert. If we're going to do this, we'll do this the right way!

>>943605
>> “I'll judge your little cooking contest as long as there's no foul play.”

>Easy on the portions I'm going to eat all your food to judge.

>Rivalry is good but just as long as you work together when it counts.

>>943605
> “I'll judge your little cooking contest as long as there's no fowl play.”

>>943605
> “I'll judge your little cooking contest as long as there's no foul play.

>>943623
And an awesome suit. And a yellow pepper.

>>943605
> “I'll judge your little cooking contest as long as there's no foul play.”

Let's have a full on cooking contest with a panel of Judges!

Let's get Commander Fiennes and Redemption to form a panel with us. (Should probably do something with our human subordinates.)

>>943605
>>943625
>>943635
Sure, I'll add the panels. and our XO. Throw him a bone.

>>943641
>Throw him a bone.

I see what you did there...

>>943635
Supporting adding Fiennes to our panel of judges.

>>943635
I like this idea as well

>>943635
>>943652
>>943641
If we do this then we have to REMEMBER HIS NAME. Do not fuck it up. This is one of very few people alive who actually respects us. Keep that in mind.

Also, what are the odds Lord Vader will call during judging?

or arrive during judging?

>>943668
Say that we're joking with him. Play it off.

Techies are expendable but a good XO is valuable, hopefully the admiral knows this.

>>943668
Just keep referring to him by his rank.

Maybe we should keep the panel 100% human. For maximum impartiality.

So Us, Fiennes and the Quartermaster?

Are there any other important human characters we should be bonding with?

>>943682
Redemption is the pinnacle of impartiality.

>>943605
>“I'll judge your little cooking contest as long as there's no foul play.”


>>943682
>Just keep referring to him by his rank.
Hell, this might even work out for us if we want to spin it as being 'fair'

> “I'll judge your little cooking contest as long as there's no foul play.”

“I'll judge your little cooking contest, but as long as there's no foul play,” you say. “Alright? Try and keep it friendly.” The Separatists and the Republic ships glare holes into each other now. Oh great. You've probably made a huge mistake now. Not only have you encouraged a conflict between them. You've encouraged it based on winning your approval. Prosecutor especially looks ready to butcher them like a roba pig. “Listen,” you say. “It won't just be me, I'll have a panel of top men judge your dishes, okay?”

They nod, still glaring at each other. “And hey, maybe we can get the other girls in on it?” you ask. They nod again.

…

You sigh. What have you done?

F4 rolls up. “Oh, a panel of top men, Admiral. Your XO would be delighted to hear you thought of him.”

“Go to hell, F4.”

>>943693
Yeah she probably is, the whole 100% human thing was just me being autistic.

>>943694
It works for us, nobody ever seems to remember our name either.

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>>943701
That's it for tonight. Un/fortunately, I've been called in to work tomorrow, but we should be ready to run tomorrow at the same time as usual. Hope to see you there.

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See you next time.

Who's the lewdest boat.

>>943708
Resoslut.

>>943708
Redemption and Resolute.

Unintentionally

Commerce and Finalizer.

>>943708
Thanks for the fun, boss. And welcome back to sanity.

>>943708
F4. He's hung like a beer can. And build like a beer can. And made from a beer can.

>>943708
Maybe finalizer? She's about the only one we saw in her true glory iirc.

>>943708
Thanks for running.

I like the way you take all our attempts to make the MC competent and likable, then do what we want while still portraying the MC as a self serving dick.

Didn't you ask us that question in a previous thread?

Prosecutor Best Girl

>>943708
Finalizer is definitely the one I want us to lewd most

>>943735
I want Redemption but a Finalizer is okay too.

>>943735
I can agree with this.

>>943773
Same; Finalizer is currently Miss Fanservice.

But it takes more than that to truly be the Admiral's waifu.

Late but did we ever get "official" pics of all the girls yet? + the boys i guess + best droid

>>943985
Kuat Collection has no fanart yet.

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>>943985
Use your imagination

The QM has written an entire paragraph about Resolution's breasts

>Best Droid
It's the only droid...

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>>944311
>>943985
There are a few pics I could find of the concept. Mostly dreads.

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>>944659
And to the best of my knowledge that's it.

The next day came, and with it an air of competition.

The canteen was cleared of most of its tables, and in their place were cooking stations for each individual Starship Girl. You lean back in your seat. The cooking competition was due to start at 0300 sharp. And to help facilitate that you had the basic light rations as your lunch and breakfast. Really, you were just looking to have girls slave over you for your approval. Yesterday, yes, it did seem like a big mistake to allow this competition to take place.

But you slept on it. And the idea of girls cooking food for you and trying desperately to win your approval now seems -amazing-.

F4 rolls up to you, carrying a cup of caf for you. “Thank you, tin can.” You swipe it from him, then take a sip of it. He swirls his dome to you. “What's up?”

“Sir, Commander Fiennes has graciously accepted your invitation to be part of this, as has Captain Kurz Palatine.” You tilt your head. Who? “He's your Stormtrooper detachment commander, sir. For that, I can actually forgive you not remembering his name.” Of course, Stormtroopers are nice and all, a very nice symbol of power. But still, they're quite expendable. “Your Quartermaster Delany Melancon as well has accepted your invitation.”

“Do we have a fifth guy?” you ask.

“A fifth guy?” he asks.

You nod. “Yeah, to avoid ties. Not the fighters, ties as in the competitive one.”

“Ha. Ha. Good joke, sir.” You roll your eyes. “No, I did not enlist a fifth man. But I will do so now at your discretion.” As that happens, the door opens. You look at the door to see a very happy looking man in the same Imperial Navy uniform that you wear, with code cylinders indicating him a Commander. He walks up to the table you sit behind, then salutes.

“Commander Fiennes reporting as ordered, sir!” He smiles happily.

You salute him back, standing at attention with him, then dismissing it. He stands at rest, still smiling. “Commander. It's good to see you,” you say. “I'm sorry for wasting your time on this.”

“No, no! The pleasure is all mine, Admiral, I assure you!” He waves it off, looking around the canteen. “I tell you, the Starship Girls remind me somewhat of my own two daughters, you remember Tess and Nama right?” What kind of guy names their kid Nama? You nod, smiling. “Excellent! They loved the birthday gift you gave them a month ago, sir. Absolutely loved it, they ride that thing around the yard all day until the setting sun!”

… what? You look to F4, who whirls his head away innocently. If he used your private funds to-

“So.” Commander Fiennes claps his hands. “Are we in for some good cooking today, sir?”

> “Absolutely.”
> “I'm just here for the free food.”
> “Sure, sure. I imagine your wife cooks better than them though. Homecooking and all that?”
> Other

>>944891
>Absolutely.
"Or atleast, we can hope. They all seem to be quite confident in their ability to win, so hopefully they can back it up, yeah?"

All smiles.

>>944891
>Maybe? Prosecutor is a pretty good cook but a little generous on the spices. However, I have not tasted food made by Force of Commerce and VP who was recently summoned.

>Same goes for Resolute and Tellstar especially the latter since she tends to be clumsy.

Give him a accurate report of your girls.

>>944891
>> “Absolutely.”
I am starting to really love F4.

>>944891
> “Absolutely.”

>>944891
>>944904
>>944903
Combination of these

>>944891
>> “Absolutely.”
>>Other
"though i afraid what they have to offer might not as good as your wife's"

>>944891
>Absolutely.

> “Absolutely.”

“Absolutely,” you say. You motion Commander Fiennes to take a seat. “F4, go on ahead.” He turns around and drives away. You'll deal with him later. He better not have used your private funds to give unauthorized gifts to people. “You know, Prosecutor happens to be an incredible cook, very generous on the spices though. Something about Mandalorian cuisine or something.” Commander Fine takes a seat next to you. “Redemption though should be some competition for her. I don't know how Commerce or VP intend on taking this competition but I'm sure it's okay.”

“Of course,” says Commander Fives. “I don't expect them to cook as well as my wife I guess, but well, free food is free food. And besides, maybe this will inspire a bit of healthy competition among them.” Yeah, yeah. Competition. Definitely not an excuse to see them in aprons and let them slave all over you. “How is your father doing by the way, Admiral?”

“Oh, I'm sure he's fine,” you say. “You know the salty old dog, he's probably out there yelling at a nebula or something.” Commander Finesse chuckles a little at that, leaning back in his seat. “As for my sister or my mom, I don't really want to talk about that.”

“Of course, sir, understandable. I will say though, I'm looking forward to the show,” he says.

“As am I, Commander.” You nod to him.

-

-
[1/2]

>>945014
[2/2]

The Starship Girls slowly trickled in, first Prosecutor a couple of hours early, then Resolute, then Redemption, Tellstar, Agility, Black Hawk, Force of Commerce and VP, Finalizer, and finally Arc Hammer. Ten girls all in total. You didn't realize how much your Fleet had grown from the three girls at the start. They all tend to their individual stations, checking which is which. Tellstar however quickly sets things off by spilling her pots and pans all over the place, prompting Prosecutor, Resolute, and Redemption to go help her.

You see Finalizer though consult a cookbook, muttering something about the Dark Side. It's a good idea since Force of Commerce and VP are doing the same. Agility is running around her little cooking area, while Black Hawk desperately cleans her pots and pans. And Arc Hammer? She's simply sitting back and relaxing. Either her cooking skills are so good she doesn't need to prepare, or she's completely checked out and doesn't care.

The Stormtrooper Captain salutes you, wearing his black uniform. One of his eyes had been replaced by a red cybernetic prosthetic. “Captain Palatine here as ordered, sir.”

“Captain.” Commander Fiennes shakes hands with Captain Palawhatever his name is. “It's good to meet you. Ready to eat something other than your rations for once?”

“Oh, believe me.” Captain Palatine pats his belly. “I'm ready. Starship Girls are an interesting bunch, never saw why we need them but... if they cook as well as they look, I'll accept it.”

“Please, Captain.” Captain Palatine sits down next to you on the other side as Commander Fiennes lectures you. “The Starship Girls are a vital asset to the Imperial Military. They're some of the few things available to us, beyond the Death Star, that can take on the Yuuzhan Vong with great efficiency. And we can't exactly cart the Death Star all over the Outer Rim zapping World Ships one by one, can we?” Why can't we? “It's too slow! And the YV are too fast for that.”

“Hey, I'm just a soldier,” says Captain Palala. “Don't need to lecture me, just point me at the enemy.”

> Converse with the Officers. They seem like a decent bunch even if you can't remember their names.
> Check in on a Starship Girl. (Which?)
> Lean back and wait for the games to begin.
> Other

>>945021
>Converse with the Officers.

It's good to have peers you're on good terms with.

>>945021
> Check in on a Starship Girl. (Which?)
Commerce.

Didn't you say there would be slight personality shifts when they're upgraded? I didn't notice anything different.

>>945029
That's largely because I haven't actually accounted for her being remodeled yet because I forgot about it. Next thread though.

>>945032
Ah alright. Just thought it was odd that she's been refit into an Imperial ship and she's still singing the CIS tune.

>>945021
>> Converse with the Officers. They seem like a decent bunch even if you can't remember their names.

>>945021
>>945029
Changing my vote to >Converse with the Officers.

>>945021
>> Converse with the Officers. They seem like a decent bunch even if you can't remember their names.

>>945021
>> Converse with the Officers. They seem like a decent bunch even if you can't remember their names.

I wanted to help Tellstar but she's fine/

>>945021
> Converse with the Officers. They seem like a decent bunch even if you can't remember their names.

>>945029
I was under the impression that there wouldn't be much of a change until the second remodel.

>>945021
>> Converse with the Officers. They seem like a decent bunch even if you can't remember their names.
"pretend that you care about your men and they will cover your back"
Book of Cain; 1:36

>>945021
> Converse with the Officers. They seem like a decent bunch even if you can't remember their names.
What's a self-interested megalomaniac without his trusted sycophants anyway?

> Converse with the Officers. They seem like a decent bunch even if you can't remember their names.

“How'd you lose that eye, Captain?” you ask.

“Fresia,” he states. “Rebels put up a good fight trying to steal some X-Wings. I was there, helmet took most of the blast from one of their heavy blasters. We managed to stop them from taking the fighters at least though.” You and Commander Farva nod, listening attentively. “But I spent about five weeks in hospital recovering. Other than me getting shot though, it was a complete curbstomp. The Rebels ran in expecting to steal things and we just stopped them dead.”

“Shame, shame,” says Commander Finess. “But I guess we should count our lucky stars the Rebels are gone,” he explains. “And even now, we have a very simple enemy to fight. No more politics or morally grey wash ups. We're just fighting aliens who want to exterminate us.” He smiles happily. “Yeah?”

“Commander Fiennes, I hear you're the Admiral's XO,” says Captain Palava.

“That I am! The Admiral and I go way back since I was first assigned to him after he graduated from the Academy,” says Commander Fiennes. “We've been together ever since. He's even the godfather to my children.”

“Really?” Captain Palatine looks at you funny when he says that. “Who are they?”

“... his two daughters,” you say simply. Right? You look at Commander Fiennes, who nods with a smile. Okay, you got it right. “His two daughters. They're at home right now, obviously they can't go to war with him but I bet Commander Fiennes would make it so if they'd allow it.”

“Oh believe me! My kids would love to have me around, but this war is just the bollocks,” he says. Ha. Smooth operator.

With that, Quartermaster Delaney Melancon arrives. A young man, probably a fresh Academy graduate. “Admiral, sir!” You salute him, then allow him to sit down next to Commander Fiennes. “So, this is what we're doing today instead of our work, huh? Do we really have time for a cooking competition?”

“The Admiral says so,” Commander Fiennes says with a grin. “Let's just enjoy it, Melancon.” Melancon squints a bit, skeptical. “Do you have a fifth man ready to help us judge?”

“F4 is finding him,” you say.

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>>945166
[2/2]

Finally, F4 arrives on cue.

…

With a random TIE Pilot. He rolls up to you, and the TIE Pilot looks around in confusion until he lays eyes on Resolute's quite nice posterior. “Uh.” F4 sounds apologetic for once. “This was the only man who agreed to come on short notice, sir.”

“What's your designation?” you ask.

“DS-8773,” she states. A female TIE Pilot? You look at her up and down, very tight fitting bodyglove. She looks back at you now, then pulls off her helmet. She lets her curly blonde hair droop down to her shoulders. She looks rather apologetic, just like F4. “Sorry, Admiral. If I am wasting your time-”

“No, no...” You gently push Captain Palatine away, pulling in a new chair between him and you. “Sit.” Palatine looks at you funny as DS-8773 sits down next to you. “Right. We're all here then.”

“Yes, sir,” says F4. “Anything you want before we start the competition?”

> “Later, later. Tell me, DS-8773, is it cramped in those cockpits? I bet it gets lonely in there.”
> “No. Let's get this over with.”
> “Let me have a chat with the girls, make sure everything is nice and friendly.”
> Other

>>945175
>“Later, later. Tell me, DS-8773, is it cramped in those cockpits? I bet it gets lonely in there.”
He just can't help himself.

>>945175
>> “Let me have a chat with the girls, make sure everything is nice and friendly.”

No time for female humans, stick with the ships

>>945175
http://pastebin.com/XqNe5b9V

Updated the pastebin.

>>945175
> “Let me have a chat with the girls, make sure everything is nice and friendly.”
Fly Casual.

>>945175
>“Let me have a chat with the girls, make sure everything is nice and friendly.”

The last thing we need is another food fight, especially in front of our subordinates.

BTW since the rebels never stole the X-Wing plans does that mean the Empire uses them in addition to the TIEs?

>>945175
>> “Let me have a chat with the girls, make sure everything is nice and friendly.”

>>945175
>“Let me have a chat with the girls, make sure everything is nice and friendly.”

Can ship girls have babies?

>>945203
We can find out.

>>945306
We might be literally able to find out. Redemption said the Imperials did load of tests on her before they put her into service. I wouldn't be surprised if the answer to that question is on some classified report somewhere.

>>945203
Do starfighter girls count?

> “Let me have a chat with the girls, make sure everything is nice and friendly.”

-

-

You stand outside in the hall, having assembled all ten of the girls out to have a chat. “Right girls. I'm sure you all know the format,” you say. “Appetizer, main course, then dessert. You don't need to follow that format, but it's preferred you do. You will be judged based on the overall quality of the entire meal, not just on one part of it,” you say. “If you want to team up, that's fine, makes our work simpler. But I just want you all to know, this is a friendly competition. If you're going to cheat, do it in such a way that I won't notice.”

VP and Resolute glare at each for a second, then look at you. “Right, sir,” they both say.

“Good. Other than that, everyone feeling fine? Feeling ready?” you ask. They all nod, except for Arc Hammer. “Arc Hammer?”

“I'm just so you won't lash me,” she says.

“Please, I wouldn't lash you for something so petty like not showing up to a cooking competition,” you say simply. Besides, lashing her would harm her natural beauty. You never understood why Zygerrians do it to their slaves, scars their backs, makes them insufferable to touch from behind. All that crying about 'oh woe is me, I was enslaved since I was born' gets tiring after a while. “All I ask is that you try your best. Goes the same for all of you, got it?”

“We'll blow you out of the water!” says Agility. “I know how to cook a mean curry!”

“I know how to cook an even meaner curry!” yells Black Hawk.

Redemption smiles sweetly. “Let's just have some fun. Today is just a day to relax, everybody.” The CIS ships and the Republic ships still glare at each other, but hopefully no foul play will be involved today. If your name isn't-

-

-

“Let the competition begin!” you yell.

Everyone starts to their stations. You see Prosecutor hurriedly got to slicing up a fish, sending its guts and scales everywhere on her counter. She's probably working on that fishmeal thing the Mandalorians do. You see Resolute calmly and patiently working on deviled eggs as well. Considering they're talking and coordinating, they have indeed teamed up. “Ah! My Roba pig!” A couple of Stormtroopers bring in a large Roba pig. What the- where did they find that!? “Resolute, work on the fish, I'll be right back!” Prosecutor draws a knife, then leads the Roba into the kitchen.

You hear the sound of butchering and slicing in there. You shudder. Eugh, Mandos.

Meanwhile, Force of Commerce and VP are busy mechanically working on frying some meat and preparing gravy. Seems they're going for a soul food kind of thing. “Commerce, do me a favor, get started on the onion rings.” Commerce nods, hurrying to get the sliced onions into the fryer. Onion rings huh?

But where's Tellstar? Shouldn't she be-

[1/2]

>>945457
[2/2]

Redemption happily lets Tellstar sit on her counter as she starts cracking eggs open. “Now, we're going to make a nice poached lobster platter today for the Admiral, Tellstar.” Tellstar nods. “Now, do me a favor, would you please get me the lobsters and place them in a boiling water pot?” Tellstar nods, jumping off the counter. Oh. That's what Redemption is doing.

Well, she's in no hurry. What about Agility and Black Hawk?

Agility is completely covering herself with flour and broken eggs as she whisks... something in her bowl. “I GOT IT! I GOT IT! THIS IS GONNA BE THE BEST CAKE EVER!”

“We're making appetizers!” says Black Hawk as she calmly cooks bacon on her bacon.

“Yeah, you SCRUBS ARE MAKING APPETIZERS! HAHAHA!” Agility continues whisking.

“I thought you said you were making curry!”

“I LIED! AHAHAHA!” Agility continues to laugh madly as she puts her plans to make cake into fruition.

Right, Arc Hammer? Arc Hammer is simply heating up a ration pack.

…

Finalizer. “Uh- uh...” Finalizer panics, trying to figure out which pot or pan goes where. She seems to know what she wants to make judging by the vegetables and meat on the counter, but not know the actual process. “Let's see, that goes there, this goes here. Wh- what about- AAGH!” Finalizer tugs on her hood, continuing to panic. “Lord Vader save me! How do we...” She picks up a knife. “AHA!” She starts cutting meat without much rhyme or purpose.

Hm. Already off to a good start then.

“I can't wait,” says Commander Fiennes. “Who's dish are you looking forward to most, Admiral?”

> Prosecutor always has something good to eat.
> I want to try the Separatist ship's dishes, they seem to know what they're doing.
> We'll see.
> Other

>>945460
>Well, Prosecutor always has something good to eat, she's a bit of a ringer here, but I'm interested in what the Seperatist ships are up to, they seem to know what they're doing.

>>945460
>> Prosecutor always has something good to eat.

>>945460
> Prosecutor always has something good to eat.
She's wonderful.

>>945460
>>945472
This play the commentator of Iron Chef

>>945460
>> Prosecutor always has something good to eat.

>>945460
>Prosecutor always has something good to eat.

>>945460
>Well, Prosecutor always has something good to eat, she's a bit of a ringer here, but I'm interested in what the Seperatist ships are up to, they seem to know what they're doing.

>>945460
This >>945472

> Prosecutor always has something good to eat.

“Prosecutor always has something good to eat,” you say. “Though the Separatist ships certainly have something going on.” You all watch patiently. Agility continues completely destroying her station in the name of making a cake, apparently deciding to skip the appetizer portion entirely. As for everyone else though...

Resolute presents her course. “Courtesy of Prosecutor, she's still preparing the main course, Gihaal rolls.” You all look at the rolls set out for the five of you. “And from myself, deviled eggs flavored with sour cream and spiced with cayenne.” They look absolutely marvelous.

Commerce and VP roll out their dishes just as well though. “WE HAVE PREPARED...” Commerce lays down a basket of onion rings. “Onion rings with melted cheese dip!”

Redemption? She and Tellstar place down a platter. “Tellstar helped me make this prawn cocktail. Not much garnishing, I will admit.”

“I helped make it!” says Tellstar.

Black Hawk meanwhile comes in with her own appetizer. “I made this! Crispy bacon chips seasoned with salt and pepper!” That is laughably simple, but you suppose it's nice.

Finalizer looks absolutely crushed she's missing the appetizer portion, but can't seem to make it out. Arc Hammer, unsurprisingly, is eating her ration pack and reading a book out of boredom. You roll your eyes, sampling each one. They're all good, really good. Commander Fiennes and Quartermaster Melancon discuss things quietly as the Starship Girls return to their stations. DS-8whateverhernumberwas gorges herself on Resolute's deviled eggs while Captain Palatine simply eats everything instead of sampling.

“Gotta say, that fishmeal was pretty spicy,” says Commander Fiennes. “Too spicy actually, my tongue is on fire.” He takes a sip. Really? Felt mild. Still, wasn't the best. In fact...

Surprisingly, Black Hawk's crispy bacon was one of the best appetizers on the basis that it tasted exactly like crispy bacon. It wasn't the best, Prosecutor's is up there, as is the onion rings from Commerce. But... “Got an early favorite, Admiral?” asks Quartermaster Melancon.

> “Let's reserve judgement.”
> “Credit where its due, Black Hawk's bacon is great.”
> “I'm waiting to see what Prosecutor does.”
> Other

>>945799
>> “Credit where its due, Black Hawk's bacon is great.”

>>945799
> “Credit where its due, Black Hawk's bacon is great.”

>>945799
>> “Credit where its due, Black Hawk's bacon is great.”

At least she's got the appetizer portion

>>945799
>Tell Star you are an Amazing Helper!

> “Credit where its due, Black Hawk's bacon is great.”

>>945799
> “Let's reserve judgement.”

>>945799
>“I'm waiting to see what Prosecutor does.”

>>945799
>“Credit where its due, Black Hawk's bacon is great.”

> “Credit where its due, Black Hawk's bacon is great.”

“Credit where its due, Black Hawk made a good appetizer,” you say simply.

“Agreed,” says DS-8322whateverthenumberwas. “I'm a sucker for crispy food though, and those onion rings were really good.” You all nod. This is much more competitive than you thought.

You watch the stations transition from appetizers, to main course. Here Prosecutor finally returns, her hands covered in blood, and now carrying a cooler full of fresh meat on her shoulder. “Looks like meat's back on the menu, vod!” She places it down next to the counter, then starts sorting the meat out. How did she skin that entire pig in such a short amount of time? Resolute doesn't seem to care, she simply helps cook the ribs as Prosecutor starts on the tenderloins and the fillet.

Commerce and VP meanwhile are whispering to each other, discussing something. Finally, VP walks over to Black Hawk. “Oooh, sabotage?” whispers Quartermaster Melancon with some element of awe to his voice. Better not be. Resolute and Prosecutor notice this.

“Here you go, Black Hawk.” VP places down a container of mushrooms for her as she cooks her sauce for her rice curry. “As a token of friendship. These mushrooms happen to come from Cato Neimoidia. They're a delicacy over there.”

“Huh, I've never used mushrooms in my dishes before,” says Black Hawk. And without a second thought, she just tosses them in. Wow. You lean back. Okay, you see what's going on here. She's given Black Hawk an ingredient, a special kind. And that's forcing Black Hawk to overthink her dish, and possibly ruin the taste. Hm, you see the game.

You won't say anything though. Perhaps Prosecutor and Resolute will do something about it. They whisper to each other, nodding.

You also see Commerce as well coming to Tellstar as she handles the recently boiled lobsters. Redemption is busy chopping lettuce. “Hey, Tellstar. Wanna know the best way to help Redemption? Just run those lobsters under a tap!”

“Really?” Tellstar grins. “Okay!” She grabs all the lobster meat into a bowl, then starts to wash the meat under the freshwater tap. Fiendish. Clever. They're cheating!

And by goodness, they're doing it exactly how you would! Those manipulative little-...

You can't praise them or stop because this is too good to watch!

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Prosecutor and Resolute whisper to each other. “They're taking out all our competition,” says Prosecutor. “They must be pretty confident in their main course.”

“Indeed. I might need to resort to Plan B.” Prosecutor blushes intensely. “Don't worry, let's just present our courses and let it go.”

-

-

The main courses are as follows.

Redemption and Tellstar: A plate of poached lobster with lettuce, fried mushrooms, and honey mustard sauce.

Prosecutor: Ropa pig ribs garnished with Mandalorian barbecue sauce and seasoned with Concord Dawn puff peppers.

Resolute: Ropa pig sliced fillet with lettuce, onion, and tomato salad.

Commerce and VP: Bed of crispy fried chicken including wings, breasts, drumsticks along with medium rare steak and coleslaw.

Agility: Nothing, still working.

Black Hawk: Rice curry with Neimoidian mushroom hot sauce.

Arc Hammer: Nothing

Finalizer: Still nothing. Poor girl.


You all take samples of each main course. As you expected, Black Hawk's dish was ruined by the addition of these mushrooms. And the lobster from Redemption and Tellstar's dish was rendered bland by running the meat under that tap. Those fiends! They've successfully eliminated the wild cards from contention. Now it was just them versus the Republic ships. They go back to their stations, clearly in it to win it those two factions.

F4 rolls up to you. “Sir.” He whispers to you, out of earshot from the other judges. “The droid ships are clearly trying to sabotage the competition against your wishes. Should we stop the competition?”

> “No. Resolute mentioned a plan B, I want to see what it is.”
> “Fine. I guess we can stop and declare a winner.”
> “No. I want dessert damn it.”
> Other