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Tathar was exhausted and knew she wouldn't be much help, so she followed Celes onto the ship and began searching for medpacks just in case. She was confident that Stealth and Silverion could take care of themselves and that a ship like this could outrun just about anything. but then again, she'd just met them today and she'd never been on a ship like this before... she was more used to stowing away on rusty old freighters.

He directed them both to the center laddder which leads to the bottom. The first few missiles zoomed away hitting a perfect dangerous damage to the shield level. He ran towards the cockpit. Jumping into his sit, he directed the force within his head.

((Well, if you know Corran Horn or most other Jedi, Force are used to slow down enemy planes, accuracy, and all forms or other specialities.))

The time zoom into a slow dimension, or they had went into a faster speed. He read the radar on his back, flying in a dangerously low height from the civilisation, he tilted his craft to ninety degrees, forming a perpendicular line as oppose to the ground. The two missiles flew past by pure inches. And slammed into the civilisation just before the craft.

Silverion pulled the control stick down. Letting the ship moved right pointing at the sky. The last few missiles flew into the homes of innocent. He quickly pulled over the comlink and commanded back to the offensive attackers. Something a Jedi would never dare. But he did not care. He was no Jedi after all... With a slight hints of sarcasm.



A T-man roll, made him faced the incoming fighters. He pushed the shield to full forward, armed his sides with torpedoes ready to fire. Then he called to Stealth and Zedas.



In a head to head dogfight the missiles fired before the screen lit red. Uncontrolled by a target, six missiles flew in formations straight towards the enemies. If they do not slow down, a hit to them was certain. Even if not direct, the perimeters of the explosion would had hurt them so badly...

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Behind Harlot's Superior, the Force Spirits gave a loud maniacal laugh.

"Do you know you are hunting my prey?"

He only thought. A jedi calibre probably, but he wasn't ready to let go yet.

Like streaks of banshee dashing across the urban sandy grounds, the first form the missiles detonate into massive fireworks, of dust, firey red, smoke and deadly sharpenels, nailing onto the offensive ships, shaking them terribly with a outburst so strong that death was almost with certainties.

Then followed the missiles, a red target form on their screens, zooming towards them in such a high speed that avoidance was almost impossible. Unless they reveal all their locking missiles. Onto the target, which probably hit them in counting of three seconds.

((This indicate the enemy ships, not ours.))

((Whew I thought you guys left me. Sorry I been gone for so long. Been busy in school.))

" Cannot believe this, how are they dodging all those missles. I never seen such skill before. DAMMIT! Call more Air Force pilots." Said the Superior and he saw some news plane flying by

"DAmn we got the media in involved now. How they hell we going cover up this one now. DAMMIT GET THOSE GUYS out here too. Make this area a no fly zone and GET ME THOSE AIR FORCE PILOTS! " Yelled Harlot's Superior

Soon some more Air Force Jets arrived, about twenty more of them and local police got involved too. "I have things under control, get the heck out of here!...Harlot you have a new mission. Get inside the enemy ship. I do not care how just get in there. " Yelled His Superior

" Roger that, going need borrow a Air Force Jet though." Said Harlot and Air Force jet landed near Harlot and the Pilot gave him the Jet.

" Do not attempt move in until I tell you to." Ordered Superior to Harlot

Stealth, now up and away from the ruckus, could barely follow what just happened. He looked through the window, seeing the the comotion of fire and dog fighting far below. Now they were heading toward the atmosphere, and that ****ard Harlot didn't even know. The boy--though he knew it was impossible-- hoped the spy would see him smirking through the glass.