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*the pirates fire two proton torpedoes at the "domo" and Fire on the ties with their turbo lasers as they prepare to retreat. The turbolaser fire comes in and blows the shielding on the capital ship the pirates have (star galleon)*

*the "domo" Dodges the first proton torpedo and the second one hits. Mr. Roboto Quickly Ejects and Goes Extra Vehicular. He Broad Casts a Calling Frequency.* (over Comn) "PLease help me! I Only have a Ten minute Air breathulizer."

*the Star galleon hull rips up with the sudden urgency of the turbolaser fire. The Carrier Launches 8 Fighters they Are Very old and rusty, and they start covering the retreat. Then the pilots realize its a suicide mision, all of the sudden the pirate fleet breaks off and scatters in every direction Desperetly trying to escape the gravity well, One of the fighters crashes into the debris from the downed capital ship.*

*Mr. Roboto Takes deep slow Breaths as he is hoisted up into the ship. hopefully the imperials are nicer than those pirates.*

The relatively new imperial base was quite a sight to behold, even for one as traveled as the young woman observing it. But it wasn't just the exterior that Skie admired, it was the well organized layering of it's security. She'd had to plan months just to get this close to it but her work had paid off. Impersonating a hard-line communications inspector -with an ID and retinal scans to back it up, all faked of course- Skie was being escorted to the communications hub of the base. The troopers that were with her paid her no attention as she'd politely snuffed their initial attempts at small talk. It was better to leave them knowing as little about her as possible just in case things got ugly. But she didn't expect any real problems, since this was after all a routine inspection. Still, one couldn't be too cautious.

((Veg, I'd like you to play this out with me. Skie's going to attempt to plant a type of tracking device on their communications. It's a convoluted idea I had but won't really be a threat to you since it can only record what passes through the area not transmit it on, meaning someone has to come and pick it up manually. Maybe once or twice something of importance will get found out but you can discover and remove it after then. It's more just an excuse for Skie to be on the planet. xp ))

Meanwhile in orbit, an Imperal-class Stardestroyer recived it's encryted codes for travel and started to turn away from its patrol. Its various TIE Defenders flew back to the hold so the ship could make the jump to lightspeed. The Catastrophe's orders were to seek out the aire to a large fortune and convince him to bow to the imperials. AMN was the code given, Any Means Nessicary. That ment they could even set up a barracks there if need be. But hopefully it wouldnt come to that.

Donovan's will would be done, and if not with ease, then with wrathful scorn. The galaxy had yet to feel Donovan's wrath again, only those in battle had seen it. Once the TIEs wre in the Catastrophe vectored out and jumped to lightspeed. Its destionation; a short jump to Nerazza.

A group of stormtroopers, three to be exact, diverted from their patrol and started walking towards the lone female dark trooper. They were all privates, but they didnt care. The lead male, in the middle of the other two walked towards her. "Whats a Special operations hottie like you, doing in a palace like this?"

The stormtrooper took the hit relativly well, due to his armour. Though he did fall to one knee. The other Stormtroopers ran at her. It was fight time. The first one swing high with his right hand, and the second went mid left with his left.

((Skie's not a Jedi actually, she's just working as a slicer at the moment.))

Arriving at the base, Skie is quickly escorted to the communications hub. There were a few technicians scattered over the room, and a few more behind the locked doors that seperated the power generators from the rest of the hub. Her escort left her to her work, keeping a lax eye on her since they'd seen the inspection done a dozen times before and it was now boring to watch. Every few months the troopers who had this duty changed and Skie had chosen to attempt her mission now because this group had been on duty around the com center for over a month.

Skie had done her homework and knew what the standard procedure was for the inspection. She hit all the proper access panels in the correct order, using her scanner and datapad every once in a while to record the readings coming from the systems. If anyone noticed she spent a little extra time at one of the panels that controlled the data flow she'd simply explain that it was under a lot of stress from so much traffic and she'd had to re-route a few of its functions. In reality she'd taken an extra minute to bypass the security features using a well bought access code and inserted a micro-recorder into the main dataline that flowed through the com hub. Once inserted, the memory was programmed to record the origin and destination and content of any encrypted messages that passed through it. Since the placement of the recorder was the most tricky, it would be left for other people to decrypt the messages once they were attatched on to some innocent traffic. The recorder was small, and actually covered by the insullation of the dataline. Skie had added a feature that would break the messages apart into minor pieces of random data that would be sent to any one of the numerours satellites that were part of the holonet. Once there, they would detactch from their original message and forward themselves to an encrypted beacon that was located somewhere in the galaxy. Those pieces would be then be reordered based on the footer information and reconstructed, decrypted, and then read by Skie's employer. It was a piece of art, and most likely wouldn't be detected for a few months if not longer.

Her job done, Skie finished inspecting the rest of the com hub, actually pausing to fix a minor fluctuaction being caused by noise interferance from the power lines. She closed the last panel, nodded to her escort, and made ready to leave the hub.

Standing their braceing herself for the impcact of them ready to dodge as soon as they got to close to change course. Inside she wasent smileing at the fact she could beat up impeial troops despite what her ver close freinds would think, she was upset that it wouldent help the force user.