The Still-Murk

[DarthPoreon]

"Found it." Poreon clapped his hands as the data terminal's soothing voice confrimed a match. The terminal was a standard Imperial DataTech Library design. Slow speeds and limited graphics trademarked these database searchers. Footsteps were herd outside Poreon's terminal bubble. His master, Darth Snack, slid through the bubble and peered over Poreon's shoulder.

"Master, I've found the Still-Murk's data records." Poreon clicked on the black down arrow to scroll through the records. Pointing a finger at the screen, "It seems to cut off abruptly here, right around the time the false Thrawn re-surfaced. Still-Murk was the fifth Super Star Destroyer the Empire ever made. My guess is the captain did not believe in Aliens running the Empire." Poreon shivered. He remembered the parts of the Star Destroyer he was raised on. Not once had an alien been seen, even in lowly janitorial duties. "That's where we'll start, the ruins of Alderran. We'll take the Dark Scar."

[Darth Snack]

Most Imperials despised alien creatures with their hearts. Much the same as their dead Emperor did.

*Snack stood tall a few steps behind Poreon's seat, looking at the screen peppered with the information his apprentice brought up. Clad in his new jet black (save for a piece of blood red cloth around his shoulders) cloak and robes, the Sith Knight read over what was in front of him.*

If the Ruins of Alderaan is where you believe we should start the search, then that's where we will go. Remember, this is your quest. I cannot tell you where to begin, nor what to do.

*Snack looked over the data once more before leaving the terminal. He thought to himself, What was the importance of the Still-Murk? And why were the records cut off when the fake Thrawn rose from the dead? This adventure of sorts would prove to be quite the knowledge trip, for both Poreon and Snack.*

[DarthPoreon]

Obsidian black filled the private berth. Only a thick stripe of racing silver down the middle of the sleek black figure provided refuge in the pit of black. Blocked from viewing, twelve TIE Phantom's with identical paintjobs rested. Beyond the star fighters outside a transparent window, two Imperial Star Destroyers floated tethered to the stardock by thin looking wires.

Stepping inside the private berth, Poreon's black attire immediately blended in with the hull of the Sith Infiltrator, Dark Scar. Knowing the room by memory, Poreon quickly traversed the dark path to the closed boarding ramp of his ship. He slapped a hidden button, and light seeped in through the shoulder width visage.

The ramp set down with a clank that was instantly muffled by the hurried steps of boots over metal. The hallways leading towards the small control room of the ship were a deathly white-- greatly contrasting the visible hull of the ship.

Two Sith Knights entered the dark control room. Only a blinking red communications light provided a glow to the room. Sith Knight Poreon flipped a switch to his left and artificial light filled the control room. Taking a forty five degree angle pivot step, Poreon sat down in the pilot's chair-- his contemporary taking the co-polit chair.

"Power. On." Poreon spoke in a monotone voice. The dashboard came to life, lights blinking and motors beginning to run. During his time with the Empire, Poreon had modified his personal ship until it's features baffled even the greatest Technicians. But Poreon knew it like the back of his hand. "Set Course. Hyperspace Preperations."

Infront of the viewport, two hangar doors slid into their respective coverings top and bottom. Stealthly, the Sith Infiltrator flew out of the opening and into space. Behind the quickly fleeting private berth, the expanse of the IL-60 Star Dock could finally be seen. Along with hundreds of stockfreighters, the entire Unkown Find Fleet rested in dry dock.

"They didn't have enough black and silver paint to get my whole fleet like this." Poreon said, emotion returning to his voice. Quickly, he returned to his monotone. "Set Course. Alderaan" The Sith Infiltrator slipped into hyperspace.

[Darth Snack]

All of them are yours?

*Snack asked in reference to the fleet he saw just before the Dark Scar entered the confines of hyperspace. Someday he might have Poreon teach him the ins and outs of fleets, but that day would have to wait.

Scanning over the technical instruments, Snack began to think to himself. The sojourn would be about half a day in length. Yay.*

What exactly are we looking for at the Still Murk, anyway?