Universal Beast

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The Universal Beast is the largest star destroyer to ever be constructed. Only a brave producer could ever make such a vessel, in fact that producer is Coldstar Enterprises, run by O'Cuth. O'Cuth at the beginning of his mysterious career stole the plans for an Imperium Class Star Destroyer, the only Ultra Star Destroyer (a cousin of the Super Star Destroyers).

Below is a observation of the Imperium Class Ultra Star Destroyer made by a certain person:

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The embodiment of Palpatine's plans for extra-galactic conquest, the Imperium would have been as powerful as a Death Star, but much more mobile. Equipped with a small fleet of capital ships, thousands of fighters, and innumerable support craft, the Imperium would have had virtually unlimited range since it would also have carried several World Devastators to produce needed supplies. With this ship, the immortal Palpatine would have spread the Empire across the universe. Rumors suggest that the crew would also have been "immortal" as well, thanks to cloning equipment that would have been onboard. Thankfully, Palpatine was not as immortal as he had hoped, and the ship never progressed beyond initial planning before his final death. While some die-hard Imperials wanted to try and actually build it to use against the New Republic, saner heads prevailed and the Imperium remained only a terrible dream.

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Until now...

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Pictures of the Universal Beast:

Scale Picture

Descriptive Format Picture

For-Fun Starry Background Picture

[Oblivion]

(from Walk Ways of Nar Shaddaa)

Craft awoke from his trance, as the frigate pilot approached.

"We're here kid." the pilot said slowly and in a slightly disturbed fashion. "Uh... thank you." Craft climbed out of the metal crate. As he got out, Craft noticed that a few of the lights were out, and almost all of the ones on were flickering ready to burn out. Craft walked with the pilot.

"Where exactly are we going?" Craft asked plainly. "To the ship's connection lock. "They're real jerks, they didn't even let me take identification. And where in blazes did they get a ship of that size?!"

They walked back to cockpit and then went down a short corridor to the left. There they met two guards in very plain clothing holding very sleek and simple blaster rifles. The guards were the same height, and then Craft quickly realized were totally identical. "Please come with us Master Craft,” the guard on the right of the entry of door said with a stern yet totally respectable voice. The guard turned to the door and opened. Craft saw a long white corridor, like that of cruisers built on Alderaan. Craft stood and stared a moment, then walked into the ship with the two strange guards, following right behind him.

[Oblivion]

Craft continued with a steady pace down the many corridors. Along the way to the unknown destination Craft saw many people going about their business, and shockingly they all looked the same, everyone on the ship looked the same!

Soon they came to a turbolift door that slid open automatically and then closed, the guard typed in one number on the lift's console. As they rode along Craft realized the lift was not a lift, he saw the the compartment he and the guards were in was a sphere, and he looked out one of the many windows that formed a ring around the compartment. The compartment was moving sideways. He could only see various complexes above and below. The compartment was moving through a kind of sideways canyon, and they were looking out of it. Through the window the young man saw smaller ships buzzing around connecting with airlocks but most of them were leaving from them. He was on a very big ship.

The moving scenery suddenly stopped, and the door opened. A small guide droid drove in a continuous circle in front of them. "Follow the droid, it'll take you to the bridge. One of the guards said. Craft stepped out of the lift compartment and into the corridor. The door behind him closed, and the guide droid took off at a speed that matched Craft's pace. Craft followed the droid as he thought of what was going on, but kept his cool as he followed along with cooperation.

[Oblivion]

Craft followed the guide droid a short ways until it came to another turbolift door. The droid beeped as it stopped at the door. Craft walked up to it and entered the compartment as the door closed behind him. This compartment did have windows, but the lift tube the compartment was in at the moment was completely closed. The lift automatically moved and a few seconds later the doors opened revealing the a giant room with hundreds of consoles, and many of the "clones" walked around doing many various things.

Another guide droid came up to Craft, a beeped. The droid took off, and Craft followed. He followed the droid until they came to a another clone, but this one was in a dark gray jumpsuit with a interesting blue uniform with various folds and covers on it. "Hello Craft. I am the Commanding Officer of this vessel, the Universal Beast. You must be very uniformed Master Craft." Craft nodded in response. "Good then. Let's begin."

[Oblivion]

"Master O'Cuth, interested that this vessel be built for the denstined one to take full command of it. Master Craft, you are the destined one and you are in complete control of this entire vessel and all of its components. Master O'Cuth is certain that you will do good with this ship."

[Oblivion]

"So... I can do whatever I want with this ship?" Craft asked in disbelief. "Yes, everything." the commander replied in confidence. "Everything you'll need to know about running this vessel is in here." The commander handed Craft a small cartridge that appeared was meant to be inserted into small slot of some sort. Craft held the cartridge in his hand staring at the commander. "I'm not a prisoner?" Craft asked cautiously, excepting this to be some sort of mockery. The commander chuckled. "I'm sorry master, it appears you do not believe at all!" "I don't."

"Well to clear some things up: The entire crew are clones, including me as you see. We're pecfectly engineered to serve you in the most smooth and efficient way we can. Second, this vessel is the most powerful vessel at the moment, in the galaxy. I assume you've heard of Star Destroyers?" The commander spoke in a more comfortable tone trying to not sound so strict so the information he gave to Craft would seem more believeable. Craft stood still holding the cartridge in the same postion he had recieved it in. He couldn't really digest what was going on. But the clone spoke truth, as Craft nosed his way through the commander's thoughts. "Yes."

"This ship is thousands of times larger than a generic Star Destroyer master." the commander said with a paper thin slice of pride in his speech. Craft still stood with unbelief, his face blank and almost dumb looking. "Master, I advise you sleep on this, your protocol droid will take you to your quarters, if you wish too." The commander said. He had a slight concern and looked at Craft as if here were sick. "Yeah, sure." Craft arm dropped to his side the cartridge still in his hand, as silver streamlined protocol droid walked up to him.

"Master?" the droid spoke. "I am Cee-Pee-Dee One, do you wish to retire to your quarters?" The droid voice was calm and cool, and almost relaxing. "Yes." Craft followed the droid the rest of the way to his quarters in daydream. The fact that he was the full commander of this ship had not yet hit Craft but was still grabbing onto his nerves like reins and trying to ride itself to his brain. Once Craft got to his destination which was somwhere within his quarters he walked right into a dimmly lit room that was just the right temperature. Craft spyed a bed dressed in dull blue simple contemporary style. He walked to it and fell limply on the matress. The door from the lighted hallway behind him closed, and the young man was soon asleep dreaming of his child far before he was introduced into the world of adventure.