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Skie left the Imperial Base smoothly. She was debriefed by one of the officers and then allowed on her way. Kuat was a busy place, what with the Senate being on the planet and all kinds of politicians and trade merchants moving in to a close proximity of one another. It was easy to catch a transport to the spaceport, and then pick up the passenger liner that would take her to Corellia. She made a quick stop at a discreet bar in the spaceport where she retrieved another set of identification she kept in storage just in case. The Force forbid pirates took control of the liner while she was in transit and mistake her for a real Imperial tech... Skie couldn't wait to get to Correllia, where she'd be able to pick up her own ship, the Shade Cipher before heading on to Endor.

The latest news from the Senate was playing as she sipped at the drink she'd ordered from the bartender while retrieving her package. And today, the Senate has voted to allow the Force-users a chance to plead their case before deciding what punishment they should meet out in response to the rash of Jedi attacks that have cropped up in the Galaxy. Time will tell if their attempt at peaceful negotiations will be a success, or another failed political attempt to diffuse the issue. For the Senator of Corellia, who proposed the motion for allowing the Force-users to come before the Senate, I'm sure this will be a tense two weeks. The rest of the commentary was lost amidst the noise of the bar's denizens, but Skie had heard enough to hear the warning. She'd have to make her visit to Corellia brief if she didn't want to get caught up in the protests that would likely be popping up on the planet.

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Soon enough, the stretched starlines of hyperspace surrounded the starliner Calm Breeze as it began its short journey to Corellia.

Meanwhile in the lower levels of the Imperial Palace, the newest additions to the Imperial Army were busy training. The JDATs were sparring with stun weapons and dud explosives. Or in one case, with their hands.

They were amazingly good for such little training. The cloners were right, the genetic memory from Boba Fett not only helped them with their jetpack useage and their combat reflexes, but also their aim and technices. They were so gracful in their fighting, not only hand to hand but gunplay too. Though their hand to hand was due to their breif Teras Kasi training. That would be built apon and would grow greatly in time. Were Donovan here, he would be extremly pleased. Right now, JDAT 2 and 4 were hand to hand sparring, while the rest were training with gunplay.

One of the troopers, JDAT 4, leapt forward and at JDAT 2. JDAT 2 turned to see a blur of armour, and his reaction was to drop into a backroll. JDAT 4 was caught off gaurd by JDAT 2's sudden drop and roll. Within moments JDAT 2 finished the roll right behind where JDAT 4 landed. JDAT 4 turned around to catch a helmet full of right cross over. The chop made JDAT 4's head turn, but it didnt stop him from raising his left leg and kicking at JDAT 2's waist. JDAT 2 wasnt caught off gaurd at all by the move, and grabbed it in mid air. JDAT 4 turned his head back to see an open palm headed for his chest, so he lept off his right foot and atempted a head round house to JDAT 2. JDAT 2 was to busy attacking to block the shot, and JDAT 4 was the same. The two hits struck at the same time. JDAT 4 was droped and fell flat on his back, or more so his jetpack. JDAT 2 was kicked in the head, and spun to the left and onto his side.

The instructor stoped the fight, and helped them up. The two clones congradulted eachother on a goof fight, and went to join the other in their gunplay sparring excerises. The name JDAT would strike fear into every heart in the galaxy. Even the Jedi's hearts... beating or not.

One small hovering droid acts as a companion and mechanic
Walking into Princips room watching him smoke as his droid companion hovered behind him standing their staring at him with unblinking eyes well they were visual receptors technically but 57 took those kind of likenesses and did that.
"Statement: Master I do believe that smoking such a toxic substance is bad for you, although your inferior meat bag brain might not comprehend this."

"Statement: Yes master and the Corellian diplomat has decided to take a self destructive path of pacifism on the subject, allowing them to come to court and defend themselves, I would much rather take them down from behind and long range with my Sniper Rifle."
57 Said with disgust that he wouldnnt be allowed to kill for a little while.

"Query: Does this mean I am to act as a mere Protocol droid with my Assassin Protocols unused again. Am I to do menial task that a refresher bowl could do?"
57 said fealing dejected that his array of skills other then protocol droid would not be used yet.

"Condescending Response: Yes master I know I have passed them with ease, I wish there was something I was allowed to trash that would be worth my while. I could do what I always do calculate how best I could assassinate everyone you have met in the past month. Although this does get boring if they stay in the same place and establish a routine."
57 said calmly as if the death of all those his master had met within the past month was a normal request.

"Statement: I am afraid the Imperial Armoury leaves a lot to be desired, the only thing I could say which appeals to me in that junk yard you call an Armoury is the Thermal Detonators."57 said wondering if his master knew that he knew the Jedi would be there soon. The Jedi would flee at the sight of him and he would be forced to attack, it was the perfect plan.