After the end of the Clone Wars and the dawn of Imperial rule, several leaders from other planets came together and decided that the Imperials needed to be stopped. So, mustering all the followers they could get, they formed a movement called the Rebel Alliance. What soon followed is a war that will toss the whole galaxy into turmoil, putting planets against each other, either Rebellion or Empire.
A small fleet, roughly about five ships; two Imperial Acclamators, two Victory Cruisers, and one Imperial Star Destroyer. The Imperial Star Destroyer is the Allecto, under the command of Admiral Alexander. Admiral Alexander, a wolf/ German shepherd mix with silver eyes, is standing on the bridge of the Allecto.
Admiral Alexander is one of the few officers, perhaps the only one, that you would call… a clone. He, and his brothers, were cloned from the DNA of the Mandalorian bounty hunter Jango Fett. Alexander's skills were tested on Geonosis, Mygeeto, and other worlds before the Galactic Empire took over the Republic. Now, Alexander soon grew in the ranks of the Imperial Army, gaining the attention of Darth Vader, but soon got the attention of Emperor Palpatine. Palpatine gave the order of making Alexander an admiral, and soon gave him his own ship, the Allecto, which at one point had Grand Moff Tarkin within.
Two officers are standing next to Alex, waiting for him to give an order.
"Sir, how about you give the fleet a command so we aren't just moving throughout the galaxy."
"What's the point? We're a scouting fleet. We will travel throughout the galaxy and discover planets that the Rebels haven't and conquer them."
Alex keeps watching the empty void of space when suddenly, a small fleet of Rebel cruisers comes out of hyperspace in front of his forces.
"Sir, do we attack them or retreat?!"
"We are Imperials, we don't retreat."
"But Admiral, if we attack, we will lose. We don't have the forces or the numbers to beat them. We're outnumbered ten to one."
"We won't make our move until they do; maybe they don't want to fight."
Mon Calamari Capital Ship Avenger
The admiral of the Avenger, a wolf/ Siberian husky with hazel eyes, is standing at the bridge of the Avenger, watching the Imperial fleet carefully hoping they make the first move.
An officer walks towards the admiral and asks, "Sir, what are we going to do? Our fleet doesn't have the firepower or the numbers to take on that fleet. We're outnumbered ten to one here sir!"
The admiral sighs heavily. "Alright, then today is a good day to die for the freedom of the galaxy. We'll wait for them to make their move."
The admiral of the Avenger is a very cunning, but merciful officer. His name is Balto, but if it inspired anything in the Imperial Army, it was to focus all guns on him. They wanted him dead, mostly for being a thorn in their side.
"Sir, the Imperial fleet still hasn't made a move yet. What are we going to do," asks one of the lieutenants.
"I… I don't know," says Admiral Balto as he closes his eyes, wanting his death to be an honorable one.
Imperial Star Destroyer Allecto
"Sir, the Rebels still haven't made a move yet. What are we going to do," asks one of the lieutenants, confused as to what the admiral will do.
"We wait for them to fire. If they don't fire in one minute, we will try to move behind them and if they decide to respond, we'll fire on their engines."
"You got it sir."