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The admirals took their drinks graciously and sifted them around before sipping them. After a few minutes of enjoying the drinks, Sahlk leaned forward. "You are most generous, my lord, but now we were wondering if you could get down to business...

" Hrmm! Move out! Leave Fetts ship alone. Its trapped for sure. Rig that thing to blow and let get going. "

Novara's men started placing explosives.

Lord Imperius knew something was sketchy. No one keeps a Noghri as a slave. It was utterly impossible. Something was up. And Imperius was going to pry it out of them.

"What's the hurry my friends? At least finish your drinks! Come, I'll refill your glass," he said.

"Not on my watch,"

Imperius swept below, and pulled out his lightsaber. But something was wrong. The Twi'lek was expressing signs of uncertainity in the Force. She was not a true Republican. She was the shatterpoint. Imperius double flipped through the air, slashing at a Noghri as he went through, and grabbed the Twi'lek by the waist, and pulled out the lightdagger, and lighted it. As it hovered near her, he brought it slowly up near her throat and whispered into her ear.

"Play it off like and we may have a chance of escape," he whispered as he dangled the dagger near her throat.

"Move, and I kill her," he announced.

"That was a mistake," Imperius said, as he used the Force to hurl the lightdagger into the throat of a Noghri. He then lit his lightsaber again and attacked the remaining Republic guards.

"You are a sick, twisted woman," he answered, as he looked at the terrified Admirals, pressed against the wall.

"Bind them," he told the Twi'lek.

The Auric Runner emerged from the pirate base, dressed to kill and ready for whatever troubles lie ahead. Her stern cargo bay had been refited to act as a hanger for the Phoenix and she was painted up in a crimson color with a black trim. A large stylized sun, painted a black that matched the trim, was displayed on the starboard side. Her engines were slightly bigger, indicating a faster top speed.
On the Interior there was an almost total revision. some of the cramped passenger quarters were ripped out to enlarge the crew quarters. a Kitchen and a lounge had been added as well. In the engineering section, a few outlaw "toys" were installed. More automation had been added so a smaller crew could handle all of the ship's systems.
The final touch had been the fuzzy dice that hung in the cockpit.
Cale Sat Comfortably in his seat, surrounded by a dozen new controls and somehow intimately familiar with all of them. He gazed up from the controls to the aproaching stars with a daring grin. "So the old saying was right. Kas tulisha abia al port."
Nestled into a specially constructed computer port on Cale's left, Cambot affixed his owner with his large single eye. "What was that sir?"
Cale adjusted some controls as he readied a course for Corellia. "Its Old Corellian. It means 'Chaos opens the door to opportunity.' Few things are as chaotic as a galactic war. and so I've found opportunity. but somehow it aint enough."
"Not enough sir?"
"A Galactic war is raging. That means a whole galaxy of opportunity is awaiting. we've only scratched the surface." Cale flicked the fuzzy dice overhead. "Now lets find us some more of that opportunity. My wallet is a little slim."
The Auric Runner made her jump and vanished among the stars.