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Novara and him men took cover from the blasts. Then when Drako walked up and asked ' Your men are at Fetts ship... Right?', Novara had an idea.

" Blue! Your at Fetts ship right? "

" Yes captin. We have him in sight. Orders? "

" What till Master Drako makes him move. " Novara ran off to help, him men in tow.

Ali'anna sat quietly on the cold outcropping she was using as a seat. It had been warmer, but now that the ship had been docked for several hours, the heat the ship generated was no longer flowing to it. She sighed and continued to count the number of holes in the plasteel grating beneath her feet. She was used to this treatment from the Republic.

Finally an officer arrived. "You will be moved to a different ship, from which your next mission will be launched."

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

He beckoned for her to stand, and she did so. He put a light-blocking visor over her face and bound her arms behind her back before leading her through the underground service tunnels of Coruscant. They arrived at the next hidden docking bay where the Special Forces operated from.

The visor and binders were removed, and Ali'anna was greeted by Special Forces troops. She recognized a few from the last mission, but the rest were unknown to her. One of the ones she recognized but never knew by name extended a hand to her. "Welcome aboard. Again."

She kept her hands at her sides. "Thank you, sir." The chilly edge in her voice deprived the statement of any respect it could hold.

Looking disconcerted, the Spec operative drew his hand back to rest at his thigh again. They were herded onto a different ship, a more battle-worthy looking vessel than their last ship, which was not saying much, as the last ship was an under-cover freighter.

They assembled in the cargo hold of the ship and the officer allowed them to sit on the various crates and boxes available. "You did fairly well on the last mission. Admiral Hearj was publicly reported to have been killed by natives on Dantooine. You'll have to thank intel for that one."

Silence was returned for the officer's joke. He coughed. "We've spotted an opportunity now that we cannot miss. For the past half standard year, rogue senator Phoenix has been surrounded by battle, so we have been unable to target him. Now he appears to be seeking something out, with a minimal entourage. This is our chance to strike."

The battle-hardened ops soldiers didn't even blink at the prospect leering at them, and the officer was encouraged by their resolve. "Yes, we're going after the sith lord. You're being given disruptors and ysalimari for this mission, as well as your weapons of choice. They are all present in this cargo hold. This plan is not well-developed, we admit, but we all want an end to this war."

At the phrase "not well-developed," the soldiers wore a look of disdain, but they could not debate orders. They nodded in understanding and the officer continued. "We have obtained, through great sacrifice, the uniforms and identities of five admirals of the Imperial navy. You may have made them available, but we needed people to retrieve them as well." He paused, then continued, "You will pose as leaders from an obscure section of the Imperial remnant, largely withdrawn from the galaxy at an insignificant moon called Nordo IV. For our purposes, you will say that it was an important resource mining base, but that Palpatine never retrieved those resources. You will claim to have an entire fleet around the factory moon, composed of ships made by Klaktara, a fictional company. We have inserted fake records into the 'net."

He gestured around the hold. "Klaktara ships are similar to this design, which our engineers adapted from a heavily modified blastboat. Most changes are purely asthetic, but its weapons are still functional, and the operational capacity of its engines are impressive. Many figures have been doctored, so that exaggerated ones will appear on a sensor scan."

Again, all present nodded.

"The more specific details will be individually provided on your datapads. Good luck." The officer left, so that the spec ops soldiers and Ali'anna were alone. There was a pilot up front, one trained to answer detailed questions about this fictional branch of the Empire, but aside from them, they were indeed alone.

They all looked at their datapads. Naviri let out a cry of disgust; she would be role-playing one of the admiral's slaves. She grit her teeth. No matter; it was better than dying.

The only other non-human, a Noghri, looked at her pointedly. They both knew they were given the same general assignment. Ali'anna's job was to be the bait and the blaster-sponge. She would lead at all times, acting along principles of duties outlined on the 'pad. She looked at the human male soldier whose slave she would pose as. He merely shrugged. It was just a job.

She returned the gesture after a while. In reality, that's all it was.

The ship took off, making several jumps before heading for Imperious.

As time passed, Angel received a comm.

Lady Valycia, Commander Ztaph here. We have arrived at Mon Calamari and are in position. The Admiral contacted us just a minute ago and said the fleet would be in position within the next few hours.
Good. What is your current status?
I am currently in disguise as a warheads technician in a hangar. The others are disguised appropiately in strategic locations where our operation will provide the most effective results. We're all awaiting the order to proceed.
Excellent. Continue to lay low and await for the order to strike.
Of course, Lady Valycia.
HEY NEWBIE! QUIT SLACKING OFF OVER THERE AND HELP LOAD THESE CONCUSSION MISSLES!
I must go. Long live the Federation.

Turning to the Dark Lord, Angel said, " My strike team is ready, and the fleet will be in position within a few hours. Mon Calamari doesn't have long now. "

Two Hours later, The salesman looked up from his desk to see a man in a Republic Army uniform briskly march in and look around. "Who's in charge here?" The man asked in a quiet yet commanding tone.
The Salesman bolted up from his desk and hurried over to him. "May I help you sir?"
The bearded man looked out to the showroom and then back to the salesman. "I need to procure a ship. In Order to keep the sales transaction secret from the enemies of the Republic, I will pay you in cash. What I need is a fast, well armed vessel that can carry a squad of men and some Repulsorcraft." The man looked back out to the showroom for a moment before he settled on a likely candidate. "That one." He said, pointing to a Yz-775 freighter.
The Salesman looked confusedly at the ship then back to the man. "Of Course I will just need to see your Identification..."the man squinted at the soldier's Rank and name. "General Madine."
The man's jaw almost hit the floor. "General CRIX MADINE????"
Madine looked about cautiously and motioned for the man to keep it down. "Can you please be quieter Civilian?"
The man was nervously excited to have such an important individual in his office. "Of course General! anything you need. Just say so! we at Corellian Engineering Corporation aim to please!"
Madine sighed. "Look, I have money with me to pay for that ship. Skip the Military discount and just ring it up. I wish to maintain SOME secrecy if you don't mind." He said irritably. he jabbed a finger at the man. "And Don't make a big deal about this. The last thing I need is some federation bpys finding out Im here and sending some hitmen."
The Man bowed and went off to get the paperwork for the ship.
when he had gone, Madine grinned a smile that didn't seem to belong on his face.
"Heh-heh. sucker."
He rubbed his chin and looked out at the ship. "Hope Crix doesn't get too mad about this..."

Eclipdra jolted as it emerged from hyperspace. Something had been damaged during the confrontation on Byss, and the Ship was smoking from the back. It didn't make anything better when another vessel began hailing them.

"This is Imperius speaking," he answered, sensing something suspicious, yet dismissing it when he heard the man speak. "I accept your proposition. The resources of any world are welcome to the cause that will become the future of the galaxy. One moment please," he said, as he turned towards Valycia.

"Valycia, take the Sundered Rose out and be our advanced Borleias party. Let them dock,"

The pilot of the Threshold turned and gave a thumbs-up sign. "Thank you, my lord." He deactivated the comm and drew the ship closer to the Eclipdra, waiting to be borded.

The three "Imperial admirals" stood, finished making their uniforms look presentable, and stood at attention; their "honor guards" did the same, and Ali'anna and the Noghri lead the procession. The hold they were coming from, though industrial-looking, nonetheless looked fantastically advanced. Most of the minimally-sized contraptions were made to operate on asthetic levels, with doctored numeric readings and information.

To observe energy readings would give the impression that the ship was operating at 1.5 times its actual output, and its coolant measures were compensating for it. It was so unbelievable, one not in the know would have to believe it; and such details were provided "just in case," for a situation that probably wouldn't happen. But it was better to be prepared than dead.