CIS Commander Rose stood her post on her RcB crusier, looking out into the passing lights of hyperspace. She hated the anxiety it caused her before a combat drop but she needed to look strong. Her hands behind her back squeezed a small icon.
"Ma'am, thirty seconds until drop from hyperspace." The helmsman shouted. Her bridge was still crewed by organic beings, along side trade federation droids she had been given. Her hanger bays were filled with countless droids.
"Thank you Ensign," she toggled the ship pa system, "This is Commander Rose. All gun teams stand ready. Prepare for combat..."
The feeling of reality crashing back on itself overwhelmed her as she finished her statement...
[To be finished later]