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"Yes, but where is it you are going with this?" He asked him, but this time he was puzzled.

Tantis looked back into his memory, he has seen her on countless occasions and has heard a great deall about her. "Ive seen her, but no. We have never met."

"If your asking me to leave you, I will not, If your asking me to see if I can use the force then that I will." When they got aboard the shuttle. Tantis let himself become on with the force. He followed the distant cries of Dathomir, many have been killed and it stung him with pain, but he let the pain come, but he found what he was looking for, and what he found was not good. A tear dropped from his eye. He felt one with her he felt her pain as well he knew that she felt his warmth and fear. He opened his eyes and looked at Sven.

Seated upon his dais aboard his well armed Luxury Barge, Gordo the Hutt was having a rather good day.
With twelve combat equiped bulk freighters and his most loyal and skilled minions on hand, he was just moments away from snatching Cale Darksun's treasure, an endevor he had spent over 25 years devoting his resources and attention to.
He would become even more wealthy than before. And with the credits he could make selling the wrecks of this battle to interested historical collectors, he stood to double his fortunes.

All that stood in his way was a solitary Jedi and his Rodian minion.
This particular Jedi had proved quite a nusance in the past. He had thwarted the Hutt's efforts to takeover a small Cantina on Ord Mantell and twice had stopped the Hutt's own efforts at finding Cale's treasure. Then the little vrelt went off on his own to find it, using Information he had stolen from Gordo's files.

Ironic that this very Jedi also bore the Darksun name.
He had vanished for four years then just happened to appear on Bandomeer right as the Hutt was concluding the take-over of a profitable Mine.
It was worth it bribing the technicians who refuled their ship plant a beacon on their craft. The fools led Gordo right to the hiding spot.

The Hutt gave a rumbling bass chortle and motioned to a flunky.


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Aboard the treasure ship, Link struggled against whatever invisible force had him pressed flat against the ship's Deck.
The Little Girl wasnt even paying attention to him, her sinister gaze focused on the Hutt Ships arrayed outside.
The Ship's comn broke out into static, then a voice cut through it, the resounding, slobbery, booming voice of a Hutt Gangster.

The Hutt laughed.

The Comn cut out and the girl's expression softened. She turned to Link and motioned to him.
"Show me your arm."
Link was baffled a bit, then he realized what she wanted. He rolled back his right sleave and showed her the tattoo on his forearm.
The girl studied it for a moment before undergoing a radical transformation.

In the span of a few seconds she physically aged ten years, swiftly developing from a little girl into a nude, statuesque woman. The stuffed bantha the girl was holding was cast aside into nothingness and Link spyed a Darksun Tattoo on the woman's right forearm, among other things.

"Oro?!"

The woman now stood before Link, her violet eyes appraising him.
"You sure don't look like much, pal." The woman declared. "And we're going to have a talk about this jedi nonsense. But first things first." She turned, her long silvery hair shifting with her movements. Her gaze fixed upon the Hutt Vessels and she smiled hungrily. Link could have sworn he saw fangs amid her white smile.
"Time to make this Hutt eat his words."
The Ship's lights snapped on and with a hum the systems activated. Readouts and screens flared to life and holographic displays manifested in the air around the captain's Chair. The ship itself seemed to come alive, as the rythamic churning of the grav system seemed to speed up like the pulse of some massive beast.

As power and energy flowed through the ship's systems, the woman gave a look back at Link, still prone on the floor, as though he were almost an afterthought.
"Oh yeah. You can get up now, Blondie."

Kusei sat quietly on the g-shock couch of the Imperial Transport which had been deployed to extract her. She quietly thumbed through the digital treasure trove of data, most of it completely useless. Still there was hope that the more encrypted files would be of more use. It really didn't matter what the optimum matter-antimatter mixture was for the primary power system of the base anymore, now that the same system was going to get dumped with fuel and sent into an overload. Glancing at her chronometer she smiled, an overload in about thirty seconds.

The transport was the last imperial craft in the danger zone, it swooped high out of range of the blast radius and came to a stop.

Suddenly far below the entire mount shook from a shock wave, a flash of fire and burning debris shot from the hanger exits, and the mountain began to implode. The summit inverted itself and fell into a plume of dust, as the mountain itself collapsed into the valley. With a final flash a blast of pumice and dust shot from where the summit had been, but it only reached half way to the elevation the mountain had held.

The Abregado Rae base was no more. All imperial troops had been withdrawn, and with their withdrawal the world slid back into an unimportant little speck in the galactic core.

He looked at Sven, "Shes in pain... Lots of Pain, and the only way she wants to shun it away is by Revenge, it seems she is falling deeper and finding more comfort in the DarkSide of the force. In her hands the Darkside nay be a powerfull allie but it can also be the downfall of her and many." He said then turning his gaze to the rocky cliff in which they were allowed to stay.

Reido cursed as he turned his freighter about to face over a dozen armed Huttese Galleons. The fat dhar’kev was mocking them. He thought he had the upper hand, and though he was right Reido was more than prepared to show his own hand.

He may be out gunned and outnumbered, but he wouldn’t let the Huttslime crawl away without a bloody nose. After the spooks and constant running he had done, it felt good to get into a real fight.
He was a loyal child of Rodia and an Antarian Ranger to boot. And while he may join the floating wrecks around him in the process he would do both his homeworld and the Rangers honor by taking down a few Hutt galleons with him.

“They may have cost a bit more, but I’m damn glad I bought those Diamond Boron Missles.” Reido muttered as he drew a bead on the nearest Hutt ship. “Today will be a good day to die.”
He got a lock. Fifteen other systems aquired Locks on him in return but he was beyond caring at this point.
“For the Jedi, and for the Rangers.” He declared as his thumb rested on the trigger.

Just then, something echoed across space, a feat that should have been impossible given the lack of air outside. Reido heard it and cranked his head around, baffled. The Ranger, having grown up a hunter, recognized the sound instantly but for the life of him could not imagine where it came from.
It was a growl, the growl of some angry predator. And it came from behind him.

He hurridly pressed some buttons and got his aft camera view onscreen.
Cale Darksun’s treasure ship was powering to life. Green sensor pannels and the standard white running lights snapped on in sequence running from bow to aft, illuminating the swept back, raptor-like design.

And without warning it struck.
A pair of massive shooting stars screamed past Reido’s ship and slammed into the nearest galleon, the impact of which threw the ship drastically off course and badly dented its hull. Two hailstorms of burning red turbolaser energy, each targeting separate ships, flared out from wing mounted quad cannons as another pair of shooting stars smashed the drifting Huttese galleon again like twin sledge hammer blows striking cheep tin siding.

“Linked Mass drivers??” He muttered, recognizing the shooting star guns for what they were. “And Two quad turbos??” Suddenly realizing he stood between the gunship and it’s targets, Reido cancled the target lock and cranked the ship hard to port. As he did he got a quick look at the Gunship and noticed a pair of tubes at the ship’s bow.
It had warship grade proton torpedo launchers.

The lethality of the vessel was such that it impressed even a Rodian like Reido. Cale must have spent a bundle on the ship.
But if it had torpedoes all along, why weren’t they being used?

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“Arrrgh!!! Why are the torpedo bays empty?!!” The woman screamed in frustration. “What’s the fun of having warhead launchers if you don’t have any warheads?!!”

Link stood staring out the window as the treasure ship dished out a frightening amount of damage to the galleons. Mass driver rounds kept hammering away at the first vessel struck while the cannons moved on to fresher, less blackened targets. By now the Hutt fleet had it’s shields up and numerous weapons lock warnings were flashing on the holo displays. The strange woman wasn’t even looking at them, still angrily comlaining about the lack of torpedoes and pacing back and forth argueing the necessity of having a fully stocked warhead bay at all times.

“They’re about to attack us!!” Link yelped, pointing at the ships still arrayed before them. The vessels were arranging themselves to present broadsides to the treasure ship and several more target locks were aquired.

The woman brushed off Link’s warning. “Pee your pants later, Blondie; we have bigger issues. Like what Papa was possibly drinking when he didn’t stock up on torps. Its borderline child cruelty!! You pay money for torpedo tubes, but you don’t get the torpedoes?! He might as well left me an empty six pack of lum! It would do about as much good! At least with the lum cans I can load ‘em in the railguns and shoot em-maybe take down a fighter, but what the hell can I do with empty torpedo tubes?! Nothing!!!”

“Damn the torpedoes!! Full speed ahead!! Or port or starboard!!! Do something!!” Link cried as the hutts opened up with a withering array of red, green, and yellow energy batteries.
None of which even struck the ship. The laser beams vanished before their eyes an instant before they hit the ship.

The Nude woman sighed and shook her head. “Fine, Blondie. If it keeps you from making a mess on my floor, then I’ll do something about the big bad Hutts attacking us. Well, something more than what I’m doing now.” She looked again to Link, brushing a strand of her white hair over her shoulder. “You might want to be strapped in for this…”

"Oh, like totally," Freya said to Aurora in agreement. "Of course, the Fleet is, like, totally scattered to the Four Cosmic Winds," she laughed.

Looking outside the ship into the vast infinity of hyperspace, she said, "Well Aduba Three is about," she paused, reading her instruments, "an hour away,"

"So, like, Admiral Pensil was saying he's totally chilling in the Peragus system, in it's asteroid belt."

"The Peragus Asteroid Belt?" Rusty queried.

"Like totally," Freya replied.