Life is a journey, a path on itself...

My twenty-fourth birthday passed by and I just waited on a signal. Shortly after the silent happening I received a message that the building of my destroyer had finished. I mingled in the rosters, gained some freedom and flew toward the shipyards on the north side of Imperial space. Nearly a year had passed by. I docked my freighter and went on with a shuttle toward the stardestroyer what laid still in the docks but was ready to take for a first voyage. The overview from incredible from the above viewpoint. While the builder stood next to me, I admired the white destroyer. The length was over 3985 meters, nearly twice the length of the traditional Imperial class 2 stardestroyers. Despite it length, it was maneuverable and that was what I wanted in the vessel. It had standard military graded shield, good sublight engines and hyperdrive, a cloaking device and could serve well as interdictor cruiser. The bridge was a good lookout over the ship itself. What missed, was a complete crew. I had to find them first. I nodded satisfied to the shipbuilder. He had delivered a fine product.
I received an account number to pay for the destroyer. What I had to pay were a couple of million credits, but upon my funding it was nothing. Alone in a chamber at the bank office dependence on the shipyard I took care the man received his money on his account. How I did it, was my own secret. His account at the bank would send him a message when the amount on it had increased. Immediately I switched the owning rights to myself and changed the entry codes of the internet communications- and network system on my stardestroyer. A boy’s dream had been fulfilled for me and I wouldn’t let it be stolen from under me. I was the sole owner from an immense vessel and I was happy and proud. Legally build, yet in secret, I was a real captain and commander.

I took my freighter and flew to the docking bays to board it. The first sight of the bay was confronting empty, starcraft were there, but there was no live at all; no droids and no living creatures. The white wall blinked to me in the soft lights of the bay. Although standard light, it was not painful in the eyes. My old freighter was an anomaly to the Tie-fighters and bombers along the walls. On my datapad I had a layout of the ship and with it I found my way to the right turbolift to bring me up to the command bridge. In the same tower a few floors lower would also be my quarters. First I visited my quarters to see what they had made of them. It was a suit, with dining room, dressing room and bedroom. But there was also a good refresh facility and a training room. On the doors to my quarters was my name found.
From there I took a personal lift, it was there, toward the bridge. I hadn’t thought of that, but as I remembered from my lessons at the academy all commanders’ quarters on the stardestroyers had an immediate and private access to the bridge these days. It was a quick shortcut from the public lifts. The bridge had a magnificent view from the windows over the full front and sides of the ship. All stations were silent, the monitors off. But one thing was missing, the two pits were all crew sat was gone. Instead it was now a lower section that you could enter by stairs and was more pleasant to see. Also safety was considered, so one could not misstep and fall two meters down on a lot of consoles and important stations. An own chair I didn’t really have, but the commanders seat was a central position here on the bridge with a console next to it what gave access to all parts of the ship. The system’s network was protected and only accessible through me, as I found out when I tried my enhanced ID card and personal code going with it. My captaincy card didn’t work on it. In the IFF section of the programming I named the stardestroyer Persuitor.

The stardestroyer couldn’t stay here in the shipyard. It was usual it was taken with the owner soon after the buy. It could not stay in dock, because other order waited and the sooner the ready ship had departed, a new ship could be built in that place. The commander could do a lot from his position, except firing the weaponry onboard. I was a Skywalker, so with the Force many possibilities laid at hand. I allowed the sublight engines to power up and steered the stardestroyer out of its dock. Slowly it flew away from the sides, searching up interstellar space. The yard came positioned right of me from the windows, growing smaller with each second. Over the comm I was contacted where the Pursuitor was going; the shipyard owner was surprised how I would take the stardestroyer with me, alone without crew. My family was known for incredible journeys they had ever taken and the maneuver I was performing now was no exception to that list. I just added one to them. I laughed and said goodbye. I brought the destroyer to a travel sector and took it with me toward the system of Raxior, where the Imperial Academy nowadays was.

The 4000 meter long vessel caused real panic in the system of Raxior, soon it reverted from hyperspace. Two in-system victory stardestroyers were sent, but lesser in appearance they could not much begin against the Persuitor. Communications followed first. The IFF transponder worked well, so they knew what this vessel was. I closed down all systems to stationary and left the bridge. In the bay came a shuttle onboard with the captain of the stardestroyer I had spoken to first. I welcomed him onboard. The seven men looked around amazed. The same I felt still. For now it was the largest vessel the Empire owned now. Five hours after my arrival in-system High Command knew off the Persuitor. The grand-admiral came looking for this was great and disturbing news, but also it powered up old dreams. The Empire was now a confederation of eleven systems in the northern spheres of the galaxy, not the body of thousands of systems when the Emperor reformed the Old Republic. The New republic was formed from an alliance to an official body out of nothing. The Empire how little it was now, had history, the Republic not. I knew that it would grow in the nearby future. The grand-admiral didn’t really know what to do with my action, but as I asked to hand the vessel over, I shook stubborn my head and refused. The Persuitor was my possession. It was unheard that a simple captain in the navy could own a real stardestroyer. Brand new the Persuitor was a beauty.