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The Sith Knight thought for a moment then answered, "Me and a few Plauge troopers, who survived the tunnels, heard the motors of a person they call "Archie", ship," he said. "It appeared he was stuck so we were on are way to kill him, but somehow he escaped," he said. "I'd like to note that these troopers, should deserve a prmotion, they showed true strength and integrity in this battle," he said.

"Kren also did a fine job indeed, he nearly anhilated the army on his own, he was a good one on the feild of war," he said.

Sven nodded, and continued his walk to the building... if you could call it that. "Just be mindful you're Imperial Knights, not Jedi. I won't question what you are, as my friends, but if we ever find Fel, some things will have to stay the same."

Iria also paid mind to the jawa's words. "Master Vrook, I sensed many dark presenses during the evacuation."

Gunther looked between his cousin and his master. "I shall keep mindful of your words, master,"

Iria then looked back to Jaron. "Master Vrook, I would like to accompany Sir Gunther on his journey."

In the dark recesses of the Mandalorian section of the Hektor's Shield a lonely cyborg sat at a terminal wearing a nightshirt and underwear. Kusei sighed and rubbed her eyes, reading through the reams of data collected was a chore, that was sure. At least breaking an encrypt was interesting, but this was a feat more suitable for a career intelligence agent, not a hacker. Still she'd tracked down a Bothan slicer by reading through such masses of data.

She stopped as she came across one of a dozen accounts recievable files, there a number for one of the accounts sending in the credits clicked. Frowning Kusei glanced at another one of the dozen odd files, there the same account was, three more times.

An idea came to roost in her mind, quickly she wrote an analysis program, and set it to work analyzing the information. Then Kusei turned her thoughts to the one she'd seen on Abregado Rae, the ghost... the man she'd seen in Mandalore the Immortal's armor.

Swiftly she composed a message to Ari Maki, her grandfather and provisional leader of the Mandalorian Nation, at least until a new Mandalore could be selected.

Grandfather,

While in service with Borill Elsyn I witnessed a man wearing the armor of our dearly deceased Mandalore the Immortal. I have included an image of the man in this transmission. Could our hero, the Immortal, have survived the treachery which felled him? What should I do if I encounter this man once again?

Kusei.

Then with that done she set her implants to autistic mode, slid into bed and went to sleep. By the time she woke the computer analysis should have been done... and then she'd see what it meant.

He nodded, "Yes my master, but it will be a true pride and victory for our people, your plans were genious, and we succeeded," he said.

He nodded, he took this as a dismissal. Jaden stod up, and began to walk towards his own private quarters. He kept on walking towards his room, wiping his forhead, all to but cover his head in blood. The Sith Knight sighed, and rubbed the blood on his cloak, not people care much for manners after a bloody war.

He soon came up to where his private room was, a sigh of realif being let go. As soon as he entered his room, he immediatly got into some nice robe cloths, just for relaxation. As soon as he did so, he began to feel his wounds beginign to ache. He slowly got into a meditational stance and began to slowly close his wounds with the force. But during this time, a vision quickly hit him.

In this vision he saw himself running to an empty cave in what seemed to be a forest like area , breathing heavy. Behind him, something roars, with loud foot steps as it ran towards him. In the cave he saw a women, eyes wide opened not at Jaden, but what was coming after him. Jaden saw himself turn to what was...The Licker. Jaden quickly awakened from the vision, shocked by what he saw.

He quickly sent a message to his master through their connection, "Is it time already!," he exclaimed.

With a flash of Pseudomotion, the predatory form of the Ion Dragon leapt out of hyperspace. It had overshot its drop out point by some twelve astronomical units, unwittingly flinging it into the inner portion of the Utapau Star System.

Such problems were to be expected on a shakedown cruise, but what wasn't expected was the ship that sat ten kilometers away as they checked the systems.

Revak frowned, "Engineering, we overshot... can you tell me why?"

A burst of static from the Engineering bay answered him at first before being replaced by the sound of the ship's Chief Engineer, "We overcomphensated for the hyperdrive motivator's inefficient start. Apparently once we worked out the kinks it'll work a tiny bit faster then spec'd."

"Sir, sensor contact! Hard contact, ten kilometer off the stardboard bow..."

Revak whirled and squinted through the viewport, he could see it... a dull brown and grey vessel some ten kilometers away, barely more then a moving speck at this range.

"...she's a Ubrikkian Light Freighter, our sensors are picking up heavy modifications to her engine systems along with a pair of turbolaser emplacements."

Revak growled as he stalked over to the sensor station, "Have you ID'ed her yet?"

"Uh... It's coming up now..." The Twi'lek at the station squirmed in her seat, she was new, and the presence of a towering Rapora a foot behind her was something she'd not yet grown to be used too... or unafraid of. Finally the screen flashed, "She's Register as the Profit Gambit out of Nar Shaddaa, owner is one... Tula the Hutt."

With that piece of information Revak turned and glanced at the Bothan Tactical Officer who was slowly shaking his head... Then he grinned, "Intercept course!"

The Helm immediately began throbing the engines and the rodian's hands danced across the console. Beside her the Bothan turned, "Revak, we don't have the crew to secure another ship..."

"How many personnel does one of those things require Troyr?" Revak replied.

"Four..." The Bothan answered sheepishly.

"We can easily shake four men from engineering or physically grapple the ship and haul it away if need be." Revak responded. Then as the ship began to speed toward its target Revak tapped a key, "This is the Ion Dragon to the Profit Gambit, surrender your ship or we'll open fire."

There was no answer, but the ship kicked on the thrusters and began to race toward the closest planet, Utapau. Revak was impressed with the vessel despite himself, "She's got long legs." The Ion Dragon was ganing, but far more slowly then if it'd just been an unmodified ship.

"We have a long reach," Calra answered from her seat.

"Right, Troyr... send a shot across her bow." Revak hissed.

The deck throbbed and a glowing ball of orange plasma shot past the ship right in front of the vessel. The ship did nothing but accelerate faster, and Revak could guess that the enemy captain was throwing everything he had into the engines, reserve power and life support included.

Revak hissed between his teeth, "How long to intercept?"

"Four minutes, by then she'll be entering the atmosphere," Tryor answered coldly.

"Any sign of local counter-piracy activity?" Calra asked.

The Bothan shrugged, "Not right now... Utapau is suppose to have some old Imp Stars for planetary defense... If I hazard a guess, they're on the far side, about fifteen minutes to catch sight of us if they're headed this way, thirty if the other direction... or thereabouts."

Revak nodded, "Keep your eyes open... I don't want to be caught unbuttoned on this rock."

Calra smirked from the captain's chair.

The Ion Dragon buffeted as the ships entered the atmosphere. Far below them the flat pockmarked terrain of Utapau showed clearly through the thin cloud cover.

Revak frowned as the enemy ship dove for the deck. Glancing at his tactical display he could see that the target had entered range for his Ionic-plasma cannons.

Revak smiled, "Rig for plasma fire!"

Troyr tapped his controls and glanced at the Rodian beside him, "Keep em in the boresight."

"I'm doing it... concentrate on your job," Kavla answered her mouth pursing and opening in concentration creating a pop that was something that annoyed most other species.

Troyr was focused on his job, "I have target lock... Firing!!!"

The twin blue whit bolts raced toward the target, and the Ubrikkian freighter sideslipped barely avoiding one of the shots. The second glanced the ship's underside sending a jolt of elecricity that ripped its ventral shields down and fried two of its four repulsors.

The ship immediately dove, partly out of control. The ship relit its main drive and tilted upward in a desperate attempt to stabilize its descent. Smoke began to trail from the ship.

Up ahead the primary city of Utapau loomed, as the ship shot over the edge of the sinkhole a sonic boom reverberated down the pit. A small delegation of diplomats, a jedi, and some loyalists looked skyward as a Ubrikkian light freighter shot above followed seconds later by a dark winged shape that could only stir up ancient fears in many minds, spitting ion fire. Then as it passed a second sonic boom shook through the pit shattering some weak and aging windows. Then it was gone.

As they cleared the sinkhole the Ubrikkian freighter surged upward, climbing but loosing speed. She fell straight into the Ion Dragon's sights. With a flash a blast of ion energy shot through the vessel, killing a third repulsor and all but one of the engines. The ship immediately began to fell and turned coming round in a half circle before smashing against the soft sand that was Utapau's surface. She slid another fifty meters before coming to a stop some three kilometers from the sinkhole.

Revak hissed, "Let's bring her in and recover what we can... There may be survivors, slaves... not to mention whatever valuable cargo he was carrying."

The Ion Dragon banked toward the wreck and extened its landing gear before descending too the deck.