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Ocean waves broke upon the sea wall of Ahto city on Manaan. The polar moons made sure this planet would be entirely set in ocean. But fortunately, money coupled with a good DC-15x and a bouy provided entertainment for the more accurate type.

"Distance to target?" A baritone voice asked.

"Seven three one point five two meters." A higher toned voice replied. Slowly the crosshairs followed the three meter ring up and down the waves, as the bouy stayed afloat in the water of the Manaan seas.

"Sir, I don't believe this distance for a target that size is entirely feasible. I mean, you sure you don't want to pull it in closer?"

"You're new. Let me tell you this: Don't doubt my word, even for a moment. I know what I am doing."

The young lad, aged no more than 19, picked up the electrobinoculars and watched the ring containing a small energy field around it. He was dressed in a tan outfit, and recently aquired a small touch of sunburn, mostly from being outside all day spotting.

The shooter was a somewhat large Falleen, who took pride in days like this when the sea was calm to test out his skills. It had broken the monotony that befalls the ebb and tide of war. Labyrnth had last informed him that he was on Ithor, and the schedule was advanced a month. But the Falleen was not fully prepared yet, still short several hundred people to make his plans fully realized.

Finally, his eyes dialated, his breathing stopped, and his heartbeat changed intervals. A green bolt flew out of the rifle, zooming towards the ring, which still bathed up and down in the water.

"Its never going to hi.." the young lad said, before he was stopped by the shield changing colors to disperse the blast. "I'll be..."

"That is what I spent twenty years developing, Belowatt. If I was to miss, I would have shot earlier. You may have to wait a long time for the shot to come, and sometimes you have to leave when you so badly want to stay. But if you waste a shot, you are dead. Every shot comes when the time is right, even if you don't think it is. The ship may be falling to pieces, but that one shot may win the battle."

A large courier ship flew overhead, bearing the marks of the Jedi order.

"Reel in the target. I have had enough for today."

"You only took one shot though." The lad replied.

"Yes. And I have been standing watching the target through a scope for the last six hours as well. To be perfectly still is harder than to run as fast as you can. The body was never designed for such inaction. Plus, the timetables have advanced."

"I'm sure the crew already are moving likewise."

"Very true" the falleen finished, putting his hands behind his back and heading into the massive building.

(( stare Did you just take out the Destroyer? That was ours.....))

((*laughs so hard he clutches his sides in pain.* wow. if this keeps up you guys will be no threat to the galaxy at all! rofl ))

(( Just ignore him. We have one target. A spider droid. Delete old post.))

Drako walked down one of the halls. He look around and Drake walked next to him. Drako pointed down on of the dark halls and Drake vanished as his cloak came on. The destroyer came up next to him and Drako waited for his commander.

Rook made his way through the corridoors that Ahto city was made up of. Hundreds of organisms took residence on the neutral planet, refugees from planets caught up so horribly in war they could not be lived upon. During the time of the Empire, things were much different. The planet suffered nearly as much as most of the aliens who came after it. Depleted Kolto resevoirs and a strong presence was still felt even this long after its demise, revival, and second demise.

Fortunately, Rook and his family already had the neutral planet as one of their prime real estate factions, enterprizing in a new development of kolto mining. This technological breakthrough allowed for prices to be cut in half, something which the family quickly took advantage of, evaporating much of the competition away in the first year by simply underbidding them out of buisness.

The stockpiles which they had aquired would be useful... With the war going on, bacta was expensive, and no other really useful healing agents existed. This would soften the blow, though each use meant a little more profit for parts and men would slowly disappear.

But this was little concern to Rook. He was just thankful that he had an an office here. A ship at his disposal also proved useful.

One of his primary officers (though they weren't a military, it was easier to really just get into the habit to make things easier) came up. An unusual Duro, he was a master mechanic, and head of the repair and maitenence crew onboard the newly aquired Saboteur. He joined the crew about three years ago, working on the older ship Checkmate, and earned himself the nickname of "Hands". This nickname wasn't exactly creative, but it allowed for great fun when trying to imitate a quite popular and famous corellian who shared a similar name.

"What is the news on Bestine?" Rook inquired first. The Duro didn't answer entirely prompt, but this was expected. He misplaced his stylus again.

"The ship is nearly fitted to your specifications. We installed the launchers and codes 1138 and 42911 are fully operational. However the 62269 is giving us trouble."

"Can't the ship adapt? I know that the thing can handle it. Its only a vibration frequency..."

"Yes, and we can get the ram to get vibrating at such a frequency as well. However we are having trouble keeping it vibrating when we engague the maneuver. It just doesn't pierce the ray sheilding at that speed."

"Solutions?"

"Besides the unmentionable one, the only thing would be further retrofitting. It will still take a month to finish work on it."

"Let us hope you have not the need for it in the next 25 days."

"I understand," the duros said, departing for another sector of the city. Rook continued his walk and wondered how the new people would turn out.

Luger ran up ahead of Drako and towards the control room. Before he got to the door he came to the side of it, next to the control pad and motioned for his lord to get out of the doorway as well.

Luger shouldered the E-11 and took the rocket launcher from his back and waited for the right moment.

Cale walked into the auction house and spyed his friends. Quickly he moved to sit next to them as the bidding began to comence with a fervor.
"Where were you?" Rain asked him in a low voice.
"Had to take care of something. What did I miss?"
"Nothing yet. Just junk we don't want."
"Good. looks like they're getting to the good stuff. keep your eyes open on who buys what."
The Neimodian auctioneer tapped his gavel as the next item moved up for grabs.
"We Now have up for auction twenty shipyard tug vessels. Left over from an orbital shipment concern that went bankrupt, these vessels are perfect for maneuvering large cargoes or whole ships. We will begin the bidding at 2 million credits for the fleet..."