Don't know how much the biggest ship in the Star Wars universe weighs so I'm... winging it with my "guesstimation" of seventy thousand tons being much bigger. 
And please, excuse my language... this is the military we're talking about, however. 
Also, I occassionally have issues with keeping my story present tense so do forgive me. It just gets so confusing sometimes.
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...Republic Scanning Outpost Redline...
...on the fringes of the Coruscant Star System...
Ensign Lucian Keir yawns and stretches, plopping down in his seat and ruffling what is left of his brown hair. He hadn't cut it in months. Might be over regulation length now. He gives an uncaring shrug and touches the warparound viewscreen. It comes to life at his touch. A message flashes across the computer's main screen.
Good morning, Ensign.
"Morning, beautiful," he chimes, his voice thick with charm.
"Voice pattern match," the computer confirms in a cold, female voice. "Please enter password."
He types: NorestForThewicked
Keir had been stuck on this damned station for the last year, demoted all the way back to Ensign becuase of that f**king Captain Soran. Bastard had earned his way to the top by kissing ass. Keir had worked for his rank and then that man thought he could wave his ill-gotten success in Keir's face.
Keir laughs. Oh, he'd showed Soran. It had been worth the court marshall. Second time too. He didn't know if it was worth being in this shithole though. He sighs.
The computer sounds an alert. "Please reenter password."
He types more carefully: NoRestForTheWicked
He should be on the frontlines somewhere. Fighting...dying. He was born to be a soldier. He shouldn't be cooped up in this damn hole scanning for non-existing threats. But that is just it. There is nothing to fight anymore. No more dying. No more threats to the Republic. Hell, there'd been no kind of war for ages. Even pirates, smugglers, assassins, and Mandalorians seemed to be lying low.
Couldn't get a decent fight if you went looking for one. It was all so... boring. He closes his eyes, frustrated and the computer immediately sounds another arror alert.
"Please keep your eyes open. Processing retinal scan."
All these securities when there is nothing. He shakes his head. "Login complete," the computer announces.
His scanning windows appear on the view screen, full of the everyday crap he had to deal with. His job is... mostly pointless. If an invading force got this far into the Core without the Republic knowing in advance... they were s**t out of luck. Still... it had to be done.
Redline station cycled probes in and out of lightspeed. Checking the stream but also sister systems. The lightspeed stream had to be watched carefully, however. An enemy fleet -with the right jumping trajectory -could show up on Coruscant's doorstep in a second. All Keir had found while he'd been stuck here was junk though. Trash dumps from numerous vessels, clouds of various substances, and the occasional comet or asteroid.
Keir yawns again and closes his eyes. He nearly falls out of his chair when the contact alert pings.
"Oh, s**t," he whispers. He quickly activates the controls and traces the contact signal back to Alpha probe in the lightspeed stream.
The probe had detected an incoming mass. It was large. A cloud of dust, perhaps? If it was, it would soon distort and scatter. Keir straightens in his chair. Beta probe cycles in. The mass is still there and as solid as before. It is the largest reading Keir has ever seen: seventy thousand tons. Ships didn't get that big? Did they? What if they did?
Gamma probe appears. The mass readings are unchanged. The mass was an hour out at its present velocity. Its projected trajectory put it at a quick swing near Coruscant, and then it would pass invisbily out of the system and be forever gone. In the lightspeed stream the mass would simply pass "through" Redline and the planet. No one would notice.
Keir relaxes and sends the retrieval drones after the probes. By the time they got the probes back, the mass would be long gone. Keir stares at the last image on screen. There was no need to bother anyone over this. He logs the anomaly and attaches it to his hourly update. Ensign Keir kicks up his boots and reclines, once again feeling perfectly safe.
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When you don't know what to do, turn to Halo! (INSIDE JOKE lol) Will post Mikaela's intro later. Feel free to go ahead and post though.
