The thin meniscus of the bubbling amber wine gently bobbed up and down as the glasses clinked. The room was filled with cheers and the din of light, casual conversation, punctuated here and there by laughter. The bridge of the Star Destroyer Impenetrable, usually a sober place filled with stern-eyed men in khaki uniforms and military decorum, was for once, a place of festivity. Small cloth-draped tables had been set up in corners of the bridge, festooned with the Imperial crest and laden with more crystal glasses of wine. It was a time of celebration throughout the entire ship, and although a small contingent of officers was still maintaining a keen vigilance on the surrounding areas from an auxillary bridge, the mood was light. The crowd of Humans, a mix of Imperial officers resplendent i