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To his friends, he was a true and loyal friend.

To his men, he was a valiant warrior and leader.

To his enemies, he was a murderous spectre, like the worst god of death out of the old Sith legends.

Detre and his company of noghri and clone commandos boarded the two freighters and ransacked both ships. The dozens of mediocre Trandoshans, and occaisonal Twi'leks were no match for elite soldiers and the wraithe-like noghri. Even the trio of defense droids were disabled with little effort.

Thus, they reached the bridges of both ships within minutes.

"Bring me the captain," Detre demanded as he stalked into the command center, his red eyes glowing. Two of his twelve noghri brought one of the large lizards forward.

the Trandoshan asked, blood dripping fron a gash at his shoulder.

"Where are the prisoners?" he answered with a sneer.

The lizard snarled.

Detre glared, an unseen command revealing a razor-sharp blade thirteen inches long, and held it to his neck.

The lizard gulped.

Detre snarled, and threw him aside, where he crashed into his own command console, sending a showever of sparks off. "Go fetch them. Kill any of the slavers who interfere."

Several of the commandos nodded, and retreated. Detre emanwhile, turned to the lizard. "If I were you, I'd consider yourself fortunate. My orders don't favor me killing unless out of need."

Angel had made her way around a few corners and halls, having gotten lost again for a few minutes, before finding her way to some snacks. After downing a bag of chips and a drink, she went back to the firing range. She fired off a few lightning bolts before stopping. " You know, it may be just me, but I don't think we're killing the targets. They just keep popping right back up. " She laughed a little.

Borill glanced at his chronometer as the last of his ships formed up to proceed to their jump off points. Outside the crowded shipping lanes around Fondor the group of imperial starships assembled for its the last hyperspace jump before Abregado Rae. Borill had assembled only a quarter of his total force for the attack, since to his mind there was little need to bring in his entire fleet to wipe away what few combat starships would be above Abregaod rae.

Glancing back at his chronometer Borill turned to the comm officer, "Inform all ships that after the jump they are to conduct operations to the synchronized time frame. I don't want transmission leakage to spook our prey."

A tight smile appeared upon his lips as he thought about the storm commandos on Abregado Rae. If they'd been hustling they may have gotten in position already.

* * *

The Storm Commandos had split into four seperate elements as they'd treked up the mountain cloaked by their thermoptic camoflage systems. Three of the elements were platoon strength, and each vectored to jumping off points to attack the shield generators. The last element had included each of the platoon snipers and a small escorting detachement of commandos. Kusei had assigned a few mandalorians to accompany them as well. Their objective was to set up position opposite the hanger bay, they'd also provide a diversion once the attacks began and make the enemy's pilots weary of attempting to enter their ships. Plus the sniper rifles they'd been equipped with were high-end antimatterial systems, capable of damaging unshielded and lightly armored vehicles, like speeders.

All four teams had already slipped past the sensor line that had been strung around the base's perimeter, it'd been easy thanks to the infrared masking provided by their camoflage. Now they settled in within four hundred meters of their objective, cloaked and ready for the night.

Kusei watched the pacing of the GLF guards on duty and smiled, it would be an easy morning attack... and against these commandos they'd stand little chance.

((xNack, the attack hasn't started yet. Trust me, you'll know when it starts.))

Archaras continued meditating throughout the night, sitting entombed in the silence of the mountain. Hours passed, the force flowed through him, but still no absolution...no answers to the questions he was asking. Still, he persevered, breathing at incredibly slow rates as serenity swept through him.

He was, however, interrupted by a beep close to dawn.

"What is it?" He subvocalized, his eyes snapping open.

"I'm getting some scattered reports of a large fleet gathering in the Fondor system. Nothing concrete, and they don't appear to be headed this way...for all we know they could be taking on new personnel or replacing hyperdrives...maybe some Admiral has decided to pickup that Pellaeon the Loyalists were talking about..."

"I thought it wasn't finished yet..." The Echani replied.

"Yes, that's what they *said* but for all we know they could be wrong..." The AI returned.

"Hmmmmm..." Seraphim intoned, rising from his position.

"I think the risk is minimal, but we haven't come this far by not being very cautious...put the Base on Yellow Alert..." He added, turning and walking from the room.

That meant they'd ready for an emergency evacuation should one be necessary, guards would be posted at all entrances and the like.

"Better Safe then sorry," he murmured quietly as he walked into the Command Center of Epsilon, where commands were being relayed efficiently, but not terribly quietly...