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Mordranna nodded. "Force of habit," she said with a sheepish chuckle. "And yes, I shall join you ... Luke," She then addressed what Luke had said. "Do you know of their story? Angel and Phoenix, that is," She then gave a mild sigh. "This may seem crazy to you, but, on some level, I somehow knew that there was good in Angel, and I've ran into her on a handful of occasions. Maybe the Force at work? Or merely a hunch?"
Mordranna then gave a friendly smile. For whatever reason, she seemed at ease in the presensce of Luke. "I apolgize. I mean not to ramble," She gave an easy laugh.

"Agreed." Mordranna conceded. "'Old Ben'?" She asked.

" Neb saved you. " Angel said, glad to see Phoenix was finally up. " The two of you were fighting, and in the end, he purged the darkness from you, saving you from the corrupted path you were going down. Unfortunately, he died shortly after, taking out the Black Void. We're on Yavin now, and Skywalker waits outside for our answer of whether or not we wish to join the Order, though doing so will mean certain memory wipes and we'll be seperated for a while. Not that I'm saying it's a trap, but knowing Revan's story, I just don't like that chance we'd be taking. Some things I don't want to forget. "

"Yes. But as you know him, Obi-wan. Anyways, I've been monitoring your progress, and I believe that you are about ready to take on a padawan of your own. Are you interested?"

A pair of naval troopers escorted a slim, young pirate dressed in black and green onto the Devious Hunter. They took the precaution of taking the man's pistol and slapping a pair of binders on him, though he did not resist in any way. The two escorted the man to their commanding officer who looked at the pirate with disdain.
"There was only one?" he asked the troopers.
"Yes sir. just one. We searched the entire ship and he was all that was on board."
The officer sniffed and motioned behind him. "Well, throw the idiot in the brig then."
"Hey you." The Pirate said. "Is Commander Tremain working this ship?"
The officer glared at the man. "Do you mock the Supreme Admiral you spacer trash?"
"Good. I'm on the right ship then." The man's hands slipped free of the binders and with incredible swiftness drew a DC-15s from within his jacket and blasted the officer's head off. he kicked the back of the nearest naval trooper's leg and pistol whipped the other. The man he whipped fell unconcious to the deck while the other managed a startled yelp as he fell. he rolled and brought his carbine up to shoot the pirate.
The Pirate had a bead on him already and pulled the trigger, the blue bolt slamming into the man's chest.

Cale switched the gun to stun and shot the unconcious man. He recovered his DL-18 from him and slid the DC back into his hidden holster. he then drew a small device from his pocket and pointed back down the boarding tube to the Auric Runner. He clicked it and the ship's Airlock closed. Pressing it again he heard an audible beeb.
Cale grinned and looked back up the hallway. "Time to pay old Tremain a visit."

What had started as a simple boarding operation had escalated beyond Tremain's Control.
One priate scum ball was making a mockery of his crew. After the debacle at the airlock, Security had lost track of the rogue. Every available trooper was searching the ship and turning up nothing.
"What the hell is wrong with you fools?!" Tremain barked at his Bridge Crew. "He's just one man!"
The door opened behind him and the Admiral turned, expecting one of his minions.
Cale stood there instead, pistols drawn and leveled.
"Ol'val Commander. Nice to see you again." Cale said cheerily as he stepped onto the bridge. "Whats it been? Eleven, twelve years since I saw you? ah but time flies. You've done well for yourself it seems. a nice little three ship fleet, the title of Supreme Admiral, your own planet. Life sure is treating you good it seems."
The admiral backed away frightened and confused. One of the bridge crew rose, weapon in hand.
Without batting an eye, Cale blasted the man.
"No one move." He ordered. "This is personal buisness."
His attention focused again on Tremain he continued. "Tremain, Ive been waiting along time for this. And space knows you got it comming."
Tremain was still confused as hell. Who was this man and how did he know him?
"Look a little puzzled, Tremain. What, don't remember me?" Cale said. "We met at Gaellen. Back when you were still a commander."
The man still looked puzzled. Then it started comming to. "You...you were that space port urchen that dwelt at the Nassen Residence." A smile came to his face and his confidence returned. "I had wondered where you had crawled off to. I was disapointed to learn you werent there when we raided the mansion. A pity. So it took you fifteen years to work up the spine to come back for me? Pretty pathetic don't you agree?"
"Not as pathetic as your demotion after that raid." Cale replied cooly.
The Admiral's smile evaporated.
"Yeah, the local moff wasn't happy when you offed his cousin was he?" Cale continued. "But your little conections Kept you alive. I couldn't touch you before. Your political connections saw to that. Then you went rogue and ducked out for five years. You hid yourself real good. But when you turned your back on the Empire, you lost any support you had. And thats why Imperial Intelligence was so willing to tell me where you were hiding. They want you dead Tremain. But its not worth their time to hunt down an Idiot like you."
Tremain's terror had returned. He looked to his bridge crew for support but found none. No one was willing to throw their life away for a vrelt like him, at least not anymore.
"Please! take my ship, take anything you want but-"
Cale's pistols roared, both bolts sending Tremain on his last jump.
"I hate it when they grovel. Sithspit, grow a backbone." The outlaw drew a rank cylindar from the dead man's pocket and moved to the captains chair. He took the cylindar and was about to put it in the hole in one of the armrests.
The Crew realized what he was about to do. he was about to scuttle the ship.
Cale flicked a glance at them. "Oh, yeah, you guys might want to abandon ship. I want to see this thing blow up. before I go home."
He slipped the rank cylinder into its slot and activated the timer.
In two minutes there wasn't an escape pod left.

Cale stood on the bridge and counted down the timer. When it finally reached three minutes, nothing happened. Cale breathed a sigh of relief. "Good It was the blue wire." He muttered.
He looked at the body of the man who had ruined his life. The last connection to his old life was severed. He had finally taken revenge for Sia. Now he could move on.
Rest in Peace, Sia. he thought as he picked up Tremain's black cape.
Cale looked at it thoughtfully and then looked out at the bridge. A sudden realization crossed his mind.
"How the hell am I gonna fly this thing?"

Trey returned the embrace, although a little puzzled at the name Phoenix. Although he had remembered being called it before, he couldn't exactly remember why.

"My name's Trey," he said cautiously. "And still, it won't be as though they won't recognize my face."