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"I got it, thanks," Freya replied. She then commed the B-wing pilot. "Like, can you escort us?"

"Certainly. Follow us to Platform 598," replied the Mon Cal B-wing pilot.

On an outbound cargo freighter, Link watched the world of Ord Mantell disapear from view from a viewport.
He continued to watch the stars roll by, deep in thought about how he would proceed.

He knew he had to go to Corellia. The paper he had snatched from Gordo indicated he planned on heisting the Auric Runner.
Link couldnt allow that.

He also knew his enemy still plotted somewhere in the galaxy, the man he had to kill. But there was no clue to go on. The Sith owned the galaxy. He could be anywhere he wanted, and move with impunity.

Link, a servant of the Light, had to be far more cautious. But the Sith as a whole belived him dead, one advantage he held.
That could change in an instant.

"So much to do. One wonders how the great men of history could manage."

Link pushed that thought away and resumed stacking and securing the cargo. The Ship would jump to hyperspace soon, and if everything wasnt strapped down, the captain would give him hell...

((One of these days Angel, someone's going to have to teach you how to be a proper jedi.))

((Angel isn't a jedi by any standards. How she became a knight baffles me. Best excuse is a self-appointed rank, the way she acts.))

Day two, another ship, another crew. This time, the crew survived, yet only barely when the engines blew. Sabotage, and on a brand new ship. The next several days would end up with missing ships, blown parts, and generally everything going wrong. At a ship a day, it was more than enough for the plan running through Ferno's head.

HM had enough work as it was. A second crediting droid was called in to review as a mediator, as one report after another came streaming in. The shipyards already searched the engineer reports, and all other staff records. Ferno would have the planet fall in less than three days.

(( I can handle the sith until I kill off several of them. Keep the good guys steady for a while. IKs needed.))

Link sat in the darkened cargo bay of the freighter, his sword sheathed at his side as the young man breathed deeply, his eyes closed in serene calm.

Emotion, yet peace.

In an instant, Link was on is feet had drawn his sword and slashed in a horizontal arc.

Ignorance, yet knowledge.

Stepping forward, Link swiftly brought his arm up then reversed direction and slashed downwards.

Passion, yet serenity.

He twisted his wrist and slashed upwards.

Chaos, yet harmony.

He spun, his blade held level to sweep the air around him.

Death, yet the Force.

With one smooth movement he slid the blade into it's sheath, handguard meeting the scabbard with a click.
He remained calm, at peace with the whirling void of hyperspace that surrounded the ship.

His eyes snapped open and he flicked the blue orbs to the door.
The Door opened and the lights flickered on as one of the spacers, a Zabrak looked upon Link with a curious expression.
"What the hell're you doing in here in the dark?"

Link smiled pleasantly. "A student of the Martial Arts must be practicing at all times. Besides, since this one is not fond of gambling, he must find other ways to spend the long hours until the destination is reached."

The Zabrak found it somewhat disturbing that the young man was swinging a sword around in the dark, yet the human seemed to radiate the type of passive good nature that religious clergy possessed. Not a hint of ill intent.

"Just dont damage the Cargo." The Zabrak found himself saying as he flicked the lights off and shut the door, leaving Link to once again go through his drills.

Once Narudo's Hand was in the atmosphere, Elladan hailed Vaan. "Captain Vaan, this is Elladan Kenet. I formerly request reinstated negotiations concerning... delicate issues." He looked down at his pocket, the right one bulging with the journal of Thrawn; the only book not on Cysilla.