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Sven nodded as the man left, and returned to his work. After several minutes, he decided he needed a nap, since they'd be arriving at Utapau within a few hours. Stretching, he beeped his comlink. "Lieutenant, hold off all meetings until we reach Utapau. I need some RNR."

The elctronic variation of his chief assistant's voice acknowledged. "Of course, Commander."

The man got up, walking over to his bunk in the adjoining room. He pulled off his shirt, jacket, and hat, and collapsed backwards onto the semi-comfortable matress. He sighed.

((Paul no Frigate captain worth his salt will be in orbit during the attack. If he was in orbit he'll be dead in five minutes because I've got a large number of ships of the line in orbit. If anything the ship should be waiting at the edge of the system. So unless you want to destroy that nice new frigate EDIT YOUR F***ING POSTS. I'm getting sick of being easy on you!))

An officer comes to Tantis room, he sees him meditating. He tries to get a glimpse of his face but cant. Since it is conered by his hair. "The Commander calls for you." He told him. Tantis gave him no answer, neither did he budge. The officer moved closer to Tantis.

"I heard you the first time. Now leave." Tantis put his arms down and collected his saber he got up and clipped it to his side.

"Yes, sir." He salutes and walks back to the bridge.

Tantis pulls on his rebreather and face mask. And heads to the bridge.

"Very. So what have I missed." He told him adding a little humor to his face.

They combed the asteroid field for several hours, hampered by the sensor distorting properties of the nearby nebula and the mineral composition of the asteroids that made up the field.

What they found was a scene of tremendous conflict, a battlefield untouched since the day the combatants left it.
Derelict ships littered what was once a functioning stardock and asteroid Pirate hold; Pirate ships of all classes sporting the Darksun mark floated alongside the remains of no less than three Imperial Star Destroyers and countless accompanying smaller craft, all battle scarred and beaten beyond any serviceable condition. Starfighter debris from Actis interceptors, TIE fighters, and custom built Uglies formed clouds and orbits around the largest hulks, drawn in by the slight gravity wells generated by the floating wrecks’ mass and what remained of their artificial gravity. Bodies hung in the void as well, the lifeless and vacuum preserved forms of pirates, pilots, and imperial personel; all victims of the greatest danger of Space Combat: the Void itself.

In the very center of what must have been a terrific battle sat a ship over two Kilometers in length, a vessel that, despite being holed, laser scarred, and lifeless as the void around it, still spoke of incredible strength and power. The Bow of the ship was pierced through one of the ruined star destroyers, impailing the vessel’s uppermost decks with a spiked ramming prow. The ship’s blood red hull was streaked with scorch marks and warhead holes punctured its sides. Taking up the entirety of the ship’s dorsal side was a massive stylized rendition of the Darksun mark, its wavy corona stretching out to wrap around the ship’s sides. Across her starboard bow her namplate sat, giving the pirate cruiser’s name as the Crimson Queen.

“Ke rala gartoona…” Reido breathed, his ship’s lights passing over the scene of carnage. “This had to have been one chazaad of a scrap…What kind of pirates manage to take down three star destroyers?!”

“Pirates defending their home.” Link responded. “They didn’t flee, they stayed and fought. And because they stayed and fought they were slaughtered to a man. Less than a handful of them escaped, this one’s anscestor among them.”

“This is almost as bad as what the Ettyrmin Batiiv raiders got at Khuiumin. Just look at all these wrecks!”

“The Empire was ruthless in its hunting down of threats such as what these raider fleets posed. Such is why you never see pirates organize like this anymore. The Empire’s dawn was the dusk of the Raider Fleets of legend.”

Reido cocked an eye in Link’s direction. “Didn’t take you for the scholarly type, Jedi.”

Link smirked. “All Jedi are scholars. Descended from a Monastic order of philosophers, we use the Force for knowledge as well as defense. Do not let outward appearances cloud your judgement.”

Reido held his hand up to quiet the Jedi. “Listen, can we go without a sob story or a personal lesson for once? If I wanted sage advice I’d read my Horoscope. Now, where do we begin looking?”

“We will find out soon enough.” Link drew Cale’s image caster from his sleave and activated the device. It began to hum as it warmed itself up.

“Is that a Rurik root tin?” Reido asked skeptically. “You’re looking to some Squib built gadget to find the treasure?”

“He is.” Link held the device up. A dot on it began to flash and it began pointing towards the wreck of the Crimson Queen. “And there it is. It should be under Cale Darksun’s bed aboard that ship.”

Reido stared.

“What?” Link asked.

“You’re serious? One of the greatest lost pirate treasures in the galaxy and the guy hid it under his bed?!”

Link returned the gaze Reido gave him. “No one found it, did they?”

11/2 Months Prior

Llednar stepped out the simulator, as did the other pilots. They walked over to him, slapping him on the back and joking around. The ship's captian, Captian Genthier, stood next to Doc Vik. Vik rubbed his chin, looking at the display screen.
"He took out most of the squad, almost Gavvin too..."
"Gavvin was lead today, too..."
"Well, Captian, judging by the stats... I think he may be a pre-Jedi material and not even know it."
"Yeah... I want you to run some test if you could. Jedi are hard to come by, and having one in the fleet could help. We might want to get Alek back here too..."
"Hmmm... You might be right for once Gen."
Ignoring the lack of respect for rank from the doctor, Genthier walked down the steps into the training bay, welcomed by the chatter of the young pilots.
"-and he almost took out you Gavvin!"
"Yeah, you were running!"
"Pssh, no one can stop me! Even some kid- and thats why he went down... Besides, I'm tired today."
The pilot wore a cocky grin.
"Tired is something the Imperials like to hear Skywalk Leader."
The pilots went to attention as the Captian stepped in. He walked up to Skywalk Leader, Gavvin Oppin.
"Are you that tired? Would some leave help?"
"No sir!"
The captain stared him down, and finally spoke again.
"You and See'hiou are to go one-on-one... right now."
"Sir...? Don't you think thats a little unfair?"
The old man smiled and turned to Llednar.
"Try to take it easy on him, would ya? He's tired today."
The captain turned and walked away, hearing the chuckled of the other pilots.
Seconds later, the ship rocked violently, and red lights came to life fallowed by the high pitch sound of the alarm. Everyone stopped laughing, and began to run...

“Hang on and try not to lose your lunch.”

"What in all of the Nine Hells of Corellia are you doing?" Ral asked as the Duke sped toward the makeshift ramp. The Duke launched itself off of the ramp and seemingly flew in the air.

"I think we're going to make it," Ral said excitedly as the Duke kept flying forward. Then the landspeeder started falling. "OH SKRAG!"

Ral gave the Bothan a curious look while wearing a small grin. "Since when did you become an optimists? Normally you're chewing me out for "wasting" your slicing talents."