Age definitely has caught up to the Imperial warhorse. No matter how skillful a man may be, even if he has some help from the mystical Force, nothing can stop time. Kreldin had a good run, though. Sitting in the cockpit of his signature crimson TIE Interceptor, Black Star I, his fighter for over a decade, Kreldin ponders his current situation. He was nearly shot down several hours ago by Ghost Squadron - severe damage was done to Black Star I, and Kreldin was forced to retreat, War Shrike covering him as he made his way back to the Malevolence. Some quick repairs were made on the fighter. Nothing extensive - Kreldin couldn't spare the time. A war was going on, after all - his war. The invasion of Coruscant is his work, or so he considers it to be. The seed was planted a long time ago befor