Fleet Admiral James Cook

[Fleet Admiral James Cook]

DATAPAD LOG 1: Fleet Check-In
The date is January 29th, 2009. The Imperial fleet is finally ready to move again, after our last failure. Even with the available ships, we are only at half strength. At one point we had about 30 ISDs. Now, we only have 17, and then now we only have 8 available. But the morale seems to be high among the crew, and that's all that matters right now. If we think we can win, we will.

The Name/Make/Commander of AVAILABLE ships in Cook's Fleet:

-Night Shadow/Modified Nebula-Class SD/Melee (FLAGSHIP)
-Intrepid/Imperial-Class SD/Zachary
-Interrogator/Imperial-Class SD/Sullust
-Avenger/Imperial-Class SD/
-Allocator/Imperial-Class SD/
-Contradictor/Imperial-Class SD/
-Calamitous/Imperial-Class SD/
-Explorer/Imperial-Class SD/
-Extractor/Imperial-Class SD/
-VSD01/Victory-Class SD/
-VSD02/Victory-Class SD/
-VSD03/Victory-Class SD/
-VSD04/Victory-Class SD/
-VSD05/Victory-Class SD/
-VSD06/Victory-Class SD/
-VSD08/Victory-Class SD/
-VSD09/Victory-Class SD/
-VSD10/Victory-Class SD/

[Fleet Admiral James Cook]

DATAPAD LOG 2: Fleet History
I guess that any visitor to my datapad would want to know my place in history. I started out as a lowly corporal in the Imperial Academy on Carida. My knowledge of tactics and battle plans were extensive enough to alert some eyes on Coruscant itself. This is when I met the Emperor himself, and he pulled me aside into his office. As he sat down, he told me with no hesitation that I was a force sensitive. I, being now a Commander, was just as shocked as he. The Emperor of the Galactic Empire, explaining to me that I was force sensitive, was close to the same feeling as having a fist the size of an Imperial Star Destroyer slam into my chest. I stared at him, thoughts racing through my head. The Emperor had destroyed every last Jedi in the galaxy. Would he kill me the same way he killed them? Instead, he commends me for my hard work in the Academy, and offers me a proposition. If I learned the ways of the Sith Lords, he would award me the tremendous honor of being promoted to a Fleet Admiral. At this, I finally collapse into a scarlet chair in front of his desk. As he awaited an answer, I knew the choice was obvious. My training begun that night, as Lord Vader had arrived insystem that day.
Over the next few months, I became a strong Sith and powerful Admiral. As the Emperor had promised, I was given a fleet of my very own. I was awarded thirty Imperial Star Destroyers, twenty-five Victory Star Destroyers, and one modified Nebula Star Destroyer which was to be my flagship. With now around nine hundred thousand Imperial troops at my disposal, I had enough power to subjugate entire systems,, or so I was told.
My Fleet was never called to action. After Endor, the pestilences of the self-proclaimed warlords were now uselessly quarreling over power. There was one, however, that brought my attention. One warlord in particular was not taking part in the other's fights, and it also seemed as if they were avoided. I went to search myself on the ISD Explorer, to see for myself why he didn't fight. As we completed the jump from hyperspace, I saw the reason with my own eyes. Outside the bridge of the Explorer, was a fully completed Death Star, much larger and more threatening than either of the others. I then knew what I had to do.
My entire fleet assembled in a tight formation around the Shadow, I went myself to the Command Center of the Death Star to talk to the commanding officer about the current Empire. Commander Melee, who oversaw its construction, had also heard of these warlords, and agreed to form an alliance with us. Melee had been one of the Emperor's most trusted advisors, and already knew about me. Therefore, he willingly relinquished command of the Death Star over to myself. He knew that I would strike a large blow for the good of the Empire.
As another battle for power raged, my fleet and the Death Star jumped into the thick of it. Some Star Destroyers tried to run, but later turned around and began blasting our own fleet. Several Star Destroyers were lost in the battle, but that was nowhere near close to the final loss we suffered that day. One renegade group of seventy Victory Star Destroyers decided to target the Death Star's power generators. At first, they accomplished nothing. But later reports said that the bridge was in ruins, and the superlaser was disabled. Eventually, the Death Star's shields failed, and the superweapon was susceptible to enemy turbos. As if in a planned maneuver, several Star Destroyers that were already heavily damaged ran suicide runs directly at the heart of the Death Star. The once-great superweapon was no match for the pressure. As all of my commanders watched, I gazed in horror as the Death Star was slowly blown apart. The sight was unbearable. Imperial troops were supposed to be loyal to the Empire, to destroy the Rebels!
The meager remainder of my fleet limped back to the fourth planet of the system Sol 1. I had sent the Allocator previously to begin the setup of a base there. This was a completely red planet, mostly rocks, but with iced polar caps. But none of it mattered.
After that battle, I had a lot on my mind. Day after day I would shut myself in the command suite of the Shadow, waiting for it all to be over. Wondering, perhaps, if there would ever be a day where the Empire would be back to its former self.

[Fleet Admiral James Cook]

DATAPAD LOG 3: At Last
Finally, after years of preparation and repairs, we were ready. We had recieved word that the Empire under Garik Maj-Han was putting together their fleets, combating against the Yuuzhan Vong. We decided that we needed some practice. I had drilled my men over and over again, day after day, year after year. We were ready for anything the Vong can throw at us.
Then came something unexpected. Lord Nephlium offered me fifteen Dreadnoughts and an extra ten Victory Star Destroyers to aid in my fight against the Vong. Of course, I couldn't refuse.

[Fleet Admiral James Cook]

DATAPAD LOG 4: The Next Chapter
I had stumbled upon a planet, completely uninhabited, on my way to a destination I have since forgotten. I did my research, and found that the planet's name was Msst, an old Imperial record confirmed it. It was a dark-brown colored ball of rock sitting in space, surrounded by asteroids on all sides. I realized at once the potential of this planet, and had slicers erase all records of it from any database; public, private, Republic, or Imperial. All of them. I could do this all easily.
I began construction at once, using the former base as the new Capital. We built factories, warehouses, occasionally restaurants, one of which served my favorite dish, a Corellian-style pepperoni pizza, with no mushrooms. Oh Lord, I love that greasy Corellian junk food. Wait, wasn't I talking about Msst? Ah yes. We also had manufactured scientific laboratories which constantly developed newer ways and means to find out information, none of which known to anyone.
Msst was virtually impossible to find, as its coordinates always changed. I loved that, of course. it didn't really move, but all written files had different coordinates, normally to Wild Space. Everything was verbal.
I once came to Melee during construction, and asked him about his experiences. He told me that he served in the Clone Wars, and fought along side the Jedi in the 259th Legion. So I had to ask. Where did that legion go? Turns out, his legion still existed to this day, and I should know, because I command them! What a shocking idea that was, and it was immediately accomadated with an amazing idea. I asked him for a sample of his DNA.
This is perhaps the most guarded secret of Msst. Within months of that conversation, cloning facilities all over the planet were growing thousands of new Fett clones. There would also be more diversity in these clones, as most would become stormtroopers, some pilots, some engineers, some Intelligence, (some Corellian-style chefs!), and many others. Msst was a planet run by millions of Jango Fetts. It was amazing.