Snippet #2730993

A smaller ship approached from the west.

As it left from hyperspace and proceeded to the Rings of Krath as normal, it was either a scale of how large the near broken civilization was or how small the ship was. The Harrower-class Dreadnought blended right into the scenery either way with the other massive Sith ships cruising about the space around the city between the rocks. Most were waiting for their respective captains to come back from the city and return to their respective ships.

Only this ship didn't even head towards the city. Instead, it beelined straight for a ship that was actually smaller, a 9500 Fury Class Interceptor parked a few miles outside of the city, not close to where the other ships lay in wait, yet no close enough to the city. A perfect middle spot where it's size could make it virtually invisible to the untrained eye, yet standing out so that anyone who was actively searching for it could find it with ease.

And the head of that ship definitely wanted her coordinates to be found by him.

The standard docking procedures were implemented, the Dreadnought aligning parallel to the Interceptor perfectly. Both entryways were opened, the airlocks preventing air from escaping the cabins until the seal was performed at the bridge. Both platforms branching from the two ships connected and secured themselves, the walls building around the structure at a rapid pace. A few moments later, the bridge was secured, airtight, and safely connected the two ships to each other.

Then the airlock was released, the doors sliding open. A man shrouded in a black cowl walked steadily from the Dreadnought to the other side and into the Interceptor.

No identities needed to be concealed this time around, so the man lifted the cowl off his head the moment the airlock door closed behind him. His stubble of a beard had a peppered color to it's neat and trim posture on his chin, his jet black hair smoothly slicked behind him. His light blue eyes seemed to be already taking in the atmosphere around him, the white aesthetic to the walls in the tiny chamber he entered. In front of him was a ramp that led to darker quarters above him, red lights glowing amidst the darkness. Without hesitation, he stepped up the ramp and into the main hallway of the ship.

The first thing he laid eyes on was the holodeck table situated in what had to be the exact center of the ship. The walls of the hallway had a hexagonal shape to their design, accented by the archways that jutted out from the main hull. The hallway went down in both directions, each leading to twin doors on either side of the ship. He guessed that they led to turrets. From there, he could spot many doors that led to many locations from where he was standing, but he didn't explore further. Instead, he stood and waited for the ship's owner to make her appearance in front of him.

Darth Feero wasn't afraid, but he was ready for anything.