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As the soldier screamed in pain and feel to the floor, the others charged with fury. Jaden, holding the symbyotes in both hand, smothered the bloody mess in their faces then pushing them back and ripping there symboyotes off, as they fell to the ground in bloody pain and agony.

Jaden stood there, blood all over his face, and then turned to his master and spoke, "Your creation is genious m'lord, but it's only flaw is a great one indeed," he said.

"Yes, hence why we are trying to internalize the creatures. Short of a grenade, they'll be quite unstoppable should we succeed. That and the force. Such a powerful weapon is hard to negate." HM noted.

"Fortunately, the Jedi are not its intended targets. Sith such as Ferno, Nihl, and eventually yourself will be the means to destroy those zealots. We cannot convert the entire army to these things; Instead, we'll outfit them with the proper gear, and use them when force is needed. They are extremely hard to manufacture, and until breeding these symbiotes becomes easier, we'll be forced to do things at the pace currently."

HM led the way into the base, before stopping in the main hangar.

"I'll have a room set up for you here, with information the master deems necessary sent directly there. I believe the first few things were holos over Hijkata, and of course some over the fundamentals of the style of Juyo. Best to begin now; you'll be in training for the next several years just getting the basics down. We'll train you in that alongside Djem So, that way you're not entirely left defenseless."

HM pointed to one of the crew running around.

"That man is in charge of all the transportation in and out of the labs. He'll provide a hover transport to the barracks when you require transportation. We don't normally entertain visitors, so for the time being, you'll be with the men in an officer's room. Uniforms are provided, but we don't have measurements or other necessities to create new clothing. If you need new sets, the quartermaster should easily provide your desires."

Buried deep within the programing of thousands of Mandalorian transmitters a program had been slipped into place, a ghost program that dove tailed directly with the transmitter interface and operating system, this ghost was almost completely undetectable and it had one purpose, to gather and relay information.

News of Elladan Kenet's order to stand down from offensive readiness and to return to port quickly was relayed throughout his empire, and as it was relayed transmitters shot out the message and delivered it into the waiting hands of the worst people possible to possess that information, the Maki Clan of the Mandalorian nation.

Within minutes the news relayed from the cyber commandos tasked to moniter the inbound news up the chain of command and into the mind of one of the most prominent of Elladan Kenet's foes, Kusei Maki and from there the information was passed to Borill Elsyn.

"Damn," Borill snarled as he read the datapad, "He's backed down, and from some of the other information you gathered its because his new field commander suspected a trap?"

"Thats right," Kusei replied easily, "His new 'Mandalore' or whatever stained title the creature fancies himself."

"There has been little knowledge of our plan leaked out, and no one knows of the secondary plan I had prepared in case of a failure of our enemy to show up... But this sounds as though he was warned off." Borill shook his head, "We have a leak."

Kusei's eyes flared a bit, "That was my assesment as well."

"Alright," Borill drew out a datapad and hastily typed in a document, "I'm offering you the temporary rank of Commodore in the Imperial Fleet, subject to withdrawal at any time."

"Why?"

"So you can feret out any traitors within the fleet besides checking up on your own people," Borill answered, "I want this leak plugged."

"Well then I accept the rank sir."

"Commodore Kull!" Borill bellowed as the Chiss woman stepped from the doorframe, "Call an emergency meeting of the fleet. Since he won't come to our parlor its time to go to his!"

"That would be Colonel Archaras Seraphim." Gunther merely said to his sister, making a small gesture with the Force, willing healing energies into her body.

"Like, right," Freya said to the others. Apparently, they didn't bother with taking the twin E-54s strapped to her thighs. She then laid her hands on the butts of both weapons.

"Like, let's totally rock on out of here!" she said to the others, feeling her strength return, taking a 54 in each hand.

He nodded, "So I am sleeping in the barracks with the troops, and having to basicly entertain them with my lightsaber training, because first you offer me a room, and then you say I am staying with the soldiers," he said confused.

As the fleet backed farther into defensive positions, Elshae'k met in the war-room of the chiss' Nemesis-class behemoth. Sven walked in and instantly noticed several others, including Detre, Kathleen, one of the science techs from Wayland, and a representative of Mandalore. "Quite the guest list."

"I thought it prudent to arrange for this," the chiss answered. "Kathleen and Mandalore both sense a possible... battle."

"Crusader's a Force-sensitive?" the captain asked.

"No," the Force-witch answered, "but he's seen enough war to know when one's brewing. I can tell."

"The girl's right," the anynominous Mandalorian answered. He took a datapad out of his pocket and gave it to Sven. "The Network finally got through to our contact in Borrill's fleet. They're moving against us."

The human took the pad and inserted it into the nearest holocam. Within moments figures began to show showing numbers of ship deployments, transfers, and garrison re-arrangements.

"This is just the data from his Task Force. We have more sources displaying similar movements in the nearby sector fleet."

"It'ss a big fllleeet," the noghri hissed, his hood covering all but his scarlet eyes. "The Bothan intendsss to attack."

"No doubt," Elladan answered. "Do you know where it'll come from?"

"Not precisely," the man replied. "But we know it will come from the direction of Garos IV. We can expect attacks from Dathomir, Junction, Garos, and other areas."

"The targets?" Sven asked.

"Most likely Wayland or Mandalore. Taris perhaps," Kathleen answered. "They attacked Taris once; they may try again."

"Prepare anyway," the Lord Chiss answered. "I want all possible strategies ready and all ships mobilized. Skeleton defenses at the planets, long-range scanners working overtime, and the fleet mobilized." He turned to Detre. "Has the Queen been informed?"

"Ssix hours ago we ssent a warning. Mandalorian ships will be arriving within the hour."

He nodded, then turned to the scientist. "What about our reinforcements?"

"We have four new Victories , an Imperial III, and several of the newest frigates coming from Mandal. The Mandal system also reports the new base is secure with 100,000 clones, with an invasion force of 100,000 more within a week's of being ready. We'll have 500,000 by the end of the month."

The mandalorian whistled. "Let's hope it's enough."

Kathleen nodded. "We need to send envoys to our nearest allies. Perhaps we could get Vaan to help or Hapes."

Elladan nodded. "Yes, please do that. Can you elave immediately?"

"I'm ready to go right now."

The chiss nodded. "Then it's settled. We all know what to do."