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Crusing along the dark side of the second moon orbiting Xagobah. It was a fairly odd, purple world, nothing else but carniverous plants, toxic fumes, and a decript factory dating back to the Clone Wars.

The target: the lone Gladius frigate on gaurd duty.

The four CR-120s sat still, in wait, as the rendezvous neared time.

"So, here's the plan," the captain of the lead ship, Justice called two the three holographic captains of the nearby ships. "Independence and Justice will hammer the ship with turbolasers while the Freedom delivers its missle payload on shields and communications, followed by engines. All three ships will then batter the thing until its unable to go anywhere, and then we leave." He looked to the small blue figure on the right. "Harmony, meanwhile, will launch the microprobe that will latch onto their ship, and wait for our signal."

He nodded, as the ships began creeping out of the darkness. "Concentrate on the gravity wells too. We can't risk being here more than 90 seconds. Ninety seconds, and we retreat to Boreallalis."

At this point, the lone frigate came into view, lumbering along away from them, giving them a perfect broadside view. He nodded. "Fire!"

The ships suddenly lunged forward, easily closing the distance, and opened up all batteries. As they made their first pass, the shields and communications were blown away. The gladius had by now realized what was going on and began firing, while it activated its gravity wells. The corvettes, however, were too fast, and armed with more guns than it, and it soon lost all three gravity wells, and was losing its weapons at an alarming rate.

The third pass nailed their engines, and the frigate was a sitting duck, as the Harmony launched the microprobe with its missle. The said microprobe detached as the rocket exploded into a turbolaser emplacement, and then attached onto the hull.

"Alright, time to bail." The four ships re-clustered, and tore away, heading for Boreallallis, where they'd wait for a day or two, before returning to Shola.

The bounty hunter, Ree Va'nav sits on the distant pile of junk. Through his helmet, he gets a zoomed in look of the targets set up. A small starship port hidden within the garbage of the Raxus Prime.
"Ree... this place reeks, even through my helmet..."
Ash Wolph was laying next to Ree. Her blue stormtrooper helmet muffling her voice.
"I know, I can smell it too..."
His helmet zoomed out.
"Ok... were going to have to make this quick, hard, and powerful. Are you ready?"
She nodded, getting her gauntling gun ready.
"Alright... On 3. 1... 2..."
"Wait!"
"What?!"
"Is it 2, 3-go. Or 2, 3, then go?"
"........."
"What?! I'm just trying to make sure we're on the same wave length here."
"2, 3, then go. Ok?"
"Ok..."
"Ready? 1... 2... 3!"
Ree lunged over the top, making a mad dash for the door, not even minding the two guards who were getting blow away by the chain gun behind him. By the time he reached the door, the guards were dead, and he was placing the charges on the door. He backed around the corner, taking cover and being joined by Ash. By the time she reached him, it exploded, and then turned to enter. As Ree started to enter the door he tossed a gernade the way he wasn't going, exploding seconds later. He rushed down the hall, his blaster pistols out, he took aim at everything with a blaster. He paid no heed to the sound of rapid blasters from behind. He turned a left corner, confronting a large armored figure directly in front of him. Soon, he felt the blasters knocked away. He pulled out his blade, which was stopped short. The large warrior grabbed Ree by the shoulder, but was met by his spiked knee guards. The warrior back off enough for Ree to pull out his knife, and cut his head off. He sheathed the sword, and grabbed his blaster in time to hit a guard coming around a corner. His bolts were hitting the heads of each target. He moved around a right corner to miss the shot at one of Graka's top officers. The same one from the holo.
He pushed forward, leaping over a body, and shooting another guard coming out of the large door. As he reached the closing blast doors, he got sight of Graka's shuttle's ramp closing and the ship taking off. As the blast doors sealed shut, he slammed on them with his fists, then slowly stopped. The small bunker was quiet now, all he could hear was his breathing. He turned quickly, thoughts of Ash going through his head. But, there was stood, leaning against the wall.
"He got away?"
"...He got away..."
She walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Well... no use standing here, and no use breathing this air. I'm sure its unhealthy."
He knew she was smiling under that helmet. They turned, and carfully left the bunker, now riddled with bodies...

Aurora awoke as her crono went off indicating morning. She let out a low groan and got up. "Good morning mistress!" Sapphire said in her Southern accent. "Good morning," she said droggily. She quickly dressed in tight fitting black pants and a grey tunic top with a lether belt. At her wiast she strapped her blaster and hid her dagger in her boot. After tying her lecku back to keep them out of the way she glanced out the window to see Iria practicing.

Aurora went downstairs and grabbed some food before exiting the building. Sapphire followed behind her as they went out to bid the young Jedi a good morning. "Lady Iria, good morning. I brought you some breakfast if you want any," she said as she approached. "You are looking quite well this morning Iria," Sapphire said in her Scarlet O'Hara like voice.

Mandal was one of the few inhabited colonies outside the galactic proper that had yet to officially be discovered. Most of the planet was untouched, with mountains, jungles, and grasslands surrounded by a single massive ocean.

In space, one could see a vast naval yard, twenty years old at most, and defended by dozens, if not hundreds of ships, ranging from iniscule Predator fighters all the way up to a hulking Revenge-II. There were enough ships and defenses to take on almost an entire sector fleet, short of its Pellaeon. The rest of the planets in the system, however, weren't even 1/1000th as heavily defended, and boasted mines, garrisons, and training camps. As the headquarters for the Loaylists, it also served as the location of their cloning facilities, where thousands of clones were created every month to become techs, soldiers, pilots, and anything else they needed. Most of the clones lived on the planets, in their own garrisons under strict trainging and order. Once they were ready for duty, they were seperated and transfered to various ships and joined the ranks.

Isolated as it was, the system actually did fairly good for itself. Most of its raw materials came from itself and the neighboring Kedalbe system, and anything else they needed they got from raids, ranging from ship parts to hyperdrives and weapon emplacements.

Things, however, were about to change, after four years of stockpiling...

<> Ferno replied, in his usual dialect. While giving up standard speech had in fact granted some power, it did not help widen Ferno's tolerances any. HM pulled a blaster, firing it at the floor, scorching a small hole near the workers feet.

"Replace that and you may retire from your shift;" HM said. The worker skittered off, double speed. While it sounded like a good deal, from his calculations the peon would spend more energy ripping out the floorboard to replace it than to finish working on the electronic relays for the atmospheric controls.

"I wonder how am I going to manage to keep up with your schedules and still keep these workers alive, Master. Standard officers run ten hour shifts; the slave at fifteen. With three shifts per standard day, I cannot push them any farther without suffering more losses and mistakes. And between the two, I'd rather be late than mess up. I wish there was a way to get more men."

Ferno barely took a glimpse of a droid before steadily heading onward.



HM was used to surprizes, but this did not seem logical compared to the usual. "I find that it is most unlike Krayt to leave his throne unless it concerns his pet jedi project."



"I shall make do with what I have at my disposal. So far Maladi's spies have failed to return any information of note to her, and her saboteurs are foiled before they can begin. But she seems ever persistant at damaging your pet projects; any of them would greatly help her cause."

Ferno stated, with a small hint of angst. It was common anymore since his exposure to the public was ever increasing.

"On the contrary, master. The Phase I plaguetroopers, while extremely vulnerable in battle, are only supplementing our standard battalion. A short term replacement for the slaves, and an excuse to drive that particular shift harder. I will still only have a limited number of experienced technicians, however. That'll still be the primary problem to make up for."

Ferno was slightly perterbed that the droid was short-sighted, but he couldn't expect foresight from most of the galaxy, either.



"Biolabs would only hurt us at the moment in such a remote sector of the galaxy. Any word on the factory ships?"



"With the war going on, I expect Krayt won't listen to demands for more supplies on your end. Space station, soldiers, ships, you're several steps short of a private military."

Ferno caught a second glance to his side.

"And of course, control over quite a bit of the sith assassins in that department."

Taris.
A City built over the ruins of another city and a metropolis world akin to Eriadu, Corulag, or Nar Shadaa.
And like many worlds taken in war, it was now under occupation.
Imperial Soldiers and walkers stood watch on the street corners, and Stormtroopers patroled the streets, their skull like visages casting fear into the hearts of the formerly rebellious populace and the sights of their weapons driving courage out of the hearts of those who would raise a fist against the Emperor Krayt.
Upon this world a leaf with a razor edge was blown by the winds of the Force...


In an asteroid field along the Hydian way, beyond Toprawa. That is where you will find the only place Cale Darksun called home.
The words rang in the ears of the Monk of Maatha, the advise he had aquirred during his four year meditation.
A prison sentence some would have called it.
To Link Darksun, it was a clensing of the soul.

He had the coordinates to the treasure, but yet no way to reach it.
He was without steel and without lightsaber, using bokken to defend himself in a galaxy armed with energy weapons and carbon edged blades.
And yet he was unworried.
For the Force was his ally. And a powerful ally it was.

Clad in his patched dark cloak with his battered broad rimmed hat shielding his eyes, the jedi strode calmly through the streets of the world wide city.
He was on a mission to aquire a transport to take him further down the Hydian.
There were complications of course.
A pair of them were now blocking his path.

"You. Shorty." A stormtrooper barked at him.
Link paused and adjusted his hat to stare up into the eyepieces of the two whitehats standing in his way.
"Oro?" He asked innocently.
"Yeah, you shorty." the other trooper declared. "Civilians are required by martial law to hand over any and all weapons."
"But this one does not possess any weapons."
"Then what do you call the twigs there, shorty?" The first trooper said, pointing to Link's wooden swords.
"They are the tools of this humble traveler's proffesion."
They looked at him skepticly.

"This one is an itinerant Artist." Link stated as he bowed. "A person of great skill at his chosen method of self expression."
"Artist, huh?" The second said. "What kind of artist can you possibly be with a pair of wooden swords?"
Link merely smiled.
"A martial artist of course."

The troopers looked to one another and chuckled.
"Right. Alright kid. Hand 'em over."
"That is something that this one can not permit." Link stated as he gripped his wooden longsword.
"Resisting arrest eh?" The first trooper said as he and his partner raised their rifles. "I'm pretty sure blasters beat wood any day of the week. Now stand down or we-" A sudden loud crack split the air and the trooper reeled backwards with a groan, shards of his shattered breastplate dancing in the air.
Before the second one could react, Link's short bokken found his helmet, cracking the sturdy composite material like cheep pottery.

"Ordinarily," Link said as the second trooper fell, "you would be correct."
With that, Link sheathed his two bokken and tipped his hat to the two troopers. Turning down a side street, he disapeared into the city...

An elegantly tone voice called from the shadows after Irias responded to Aurora."She's not the only one who is looking well," The voice belonged to Haldir Ursah, a twi'lek they both knew, though Aurora alot more than the jedi.

He was dressed in grab alot like the jedi-tunic, but black and slightly moditified, his twin-blades where set on his back. He gave a small smile as he walked out from the shadows of a tree towards the two. It had been close to four years sense the other twi'lek had seen his face.

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Jaron looked up as Gunthar strode towards him, the jawa had been meditating under a tree on in a field when he summoned the body via mind-touch. He stood up and strode toward the boy and bowed his head some as they stood before each other,"Ready for today's work are you?"