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Drako walked into the bridge. He looked around watching the many droids and Farians run working. Drako walked to his chamber and sat down. He waved the workers out and waited for Novara.

Drako looked at the controls and found that his specs had been put in.

Rekan Nolesu sank into a large bathtub. It sloshed a bit over its sides, swaying with the subtle movements of his body. He closed his eyes and leaned back, half-opening his beak to take in the salty steam from the pool of warm water. He exhaled, his gill-equipped lungs lusting greedily for the salt water that sustained him. He smiled, remembering how he had quickly learned to use the Force to keep such banal desires at bay. But he was in this pool now, so there would not be too much harm in allowing himself that little.

He sunk deeper, submerging his head, and opened his eyes. He took a big gulp of the water and filtered it through his body, letting it pass through his pores and every cell that thirsted so greedily for it. He stirred then; he felt a presence close by.

He shot out of the water and covered himself fluidly with a custom-shaped robe. A Jedi in his own robes entered and gazed at the Ishi Tib. "Master Valura is dead."

Rekan nodded. "I know. I felt her die."

The Jedi was nonplussed. "Your master was foolish. She went where she was forbidden to go. Some say it was on your behalf."

He nodded again. "I know. I didn't ask her to do it, but she felt she had to do it to complete my training, and she had to do it alone."

The Jedi blinked at him, slits closing vertically over yellow eyes, and Rekan realized the Jedi was a fellow non-human. "In any case, you need a new master."

The Jedi's apparent lack of sentimentality irritated Rekan, but he allowed that feeling to roll off of him. He'd learned long ago that anger was not a solution to any problem. "Of course."

"Then come with me."

Rekan finished clothing himself and followed the Jedi obediently, out of the Corellian bathhouse and towards its main spaceport.

The Sun shown high in the sky over the treeline as Cale looked upon the Chaingang, the light corvette damaged in the raid. several ugly black burns had almost obliterated the blazing claw she had porudly displayed across her dorsal side. Two quads had been lost and one of the gunners had been killed, the other would need a new arm.
Cale shook his head and looked to her captain, a blue skinned Duros. "Anything else damaged Greel?"
The Duros shook his head and crossed his arms across his chest. "No Captain. Just got a bloody nose. I should have followed the Auric Runner into the convoy instead of sitting out there like a damn swabbie." The duros chuckled and looked down at the human. "Those Trifighters got lit up pretty good though. If theres a binary phrase for 'oh sith', Im sure it got used plenty back there."
"Good." Cale remarked. "Regardless, your ship got the worst of it today, so the Chaingang gets first pick of the booty we took from the light freighters. Make sure you send your man over for the share division commitee. We're meeting at the Dark Horse's boarding ramp in an hour. After we get that taken care of, you got my permission to see to poor Streen." He patted the duros on the back and motioned back to his own ship. "I gotta go take care of some other buisness. Have Knix check if we have any paint in the warehouse. He'd be the one to know."
"Aye Captain."
Cale walked off, letting the Duros to the care of his ship.

It had been a long three months since Cale had truly started on the Raider's path, starting with the aquisition of the AA-12 transport, followed immediately by his single handed capture of the Dark Horse, his Y-head corvette. In that time he had pulled off an incredible string of successful raids, including the capture of over 200 starships and the seizure of some 100 million tons of cargo. With sucess, came fame, and that fame, his fleet grew. Greel had signed his ship to the Darksun charter two months ago, and he quickly proved his worth as a seasoned hand. Others, like Tyr'ruk, his twi' lek stafighter commander, had joined more recently. Tyr' ruk's a-wings and his b-wing were a much needed punch, though the pilots tended to chaffe under Cale' leadership. Not everything can go along as planned.

Drake had slowly walked up next to Novara. Drako felt him do so.

" Lets see that helm....." Drake picked the helm and decloaked. Walking to Drako he handed him the helm.

" This is where Drake is. I took a few thing out and added a cloaking device. Now he will have a easier time. We will talk more later. For now get every thing you need. " Drako floated Novaras helm back to him.

Novara plucked the helm from the air.

" Thanks.... Lets go Jack. " Novara walked out of the room and Jack followed.

" I get the feeling this is going to be a long war....." Novara walked to the Toga and got in. Jack strapped in and signed he was ready. The ship lifted up and moved to take off. The engines flared and the Toga was gone.

The Toga pulled up to the Dreg. Novara transmited codes and was cleared to land. Pulling in Novara and Jack got out.

" Commander. We are ready to move at any time. "

" Thank you Blue. We will not be moving for a few days. " Novara walked to the turbo lift with Blue and Jack. Walking to his chiar he sat down and sighed. The ship continued to orbit with the other ships.

The droid responded, before malfunctioning. Several moments later, a cane was quickly brought down upon the "eye", as the droid quit repeating itself.

"Damn piece of junk, get back in your hole!" The old man commanded, "You're driving buisness away!"

Turning to the pair, he looked at them with eyes that had no pupils nor irises. If they were there, one might get the feeling that he was being examined, but without such a device, it seemed an empty husk was staring at nothing.

"Labrynth? A maze? Such names are not berift to many people, except those who feel they deserve such a device. You must clairify. However, coridality permits that I use my infinite generousity to invite you in so we may begin negotiations upon services to be rendered."

Just to clarify what he said, the old man gave a little wave of the hand, and entered into a musty office.