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Darth Imperius awoke. He rubbed his eyes, and glanced around. In the dark, he could make out nothing, only that he was aboard the Black Void. He sat up in bed and his hand brushed across the smooth skin of Valycia, and only then did he remember what had happened the night before. He checked the bedside chronometer, which read as 4:00 hours GST and 12:26 Borleias time. It would be soon that Imperius would lead the Void into its first battle, though unfortunately, he could only use the GAG if the battle lasted more than one day at its secret destination. Imperius contemplated awakening, for the Borleias technicians must be wondering what happened to the battlestation. The night before, he had murdered the technician, then taken the station into orbit, with only he and Angel onboard.

Angel...

He kissed her lightly on the forehead and dropped back into the sheets.

Imperius merely put a finger on her lips and dozed back off.

Gunny sat down in a chair, and stared at the wall opposite him, where the shield generator stood, pulsing its hymnotic hums. He tallied up the deaths. Of the fifteen that were stationed to guard this room, the five that had backed him up had all died. Leaving the ten on the catwalks above alive, though Gunny was never good at math.

"Any dead up there?" He called. The reply was favorable, with one only wounded. The catwalks had provided excellent cover.

"Why did those chickens run? Damn Loyalists that cowardly?" One shouted out from above.

"I'd probably not want to take my chances when in front of me are the 15 best defenders on the planet, and behind me is the master of jedi himself!" Gunny replied, pulling out a flask.

"Who? Aalya Secura? the blue bomshell?" One shouted out, with everyone bursting out laughing, somewhat in the perverted sense, though the question could still be a viable one.

Gunny relaxed. The shield generator was safe. Now, the fight needed repelling from the outside. That was where the battle was, and that was where the installment of the fight would take place.

"Okay boys! We did our job. Irish Drinking Song! Oh... Eidy didey didey deidy eidy didey didey!"

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The scene outside was not quite as cheerful as the one inside. The west dock, the one which had its stores of explosives detonated preternaturally, provided a weak point. The middle and east docks managed to stave off the attacks quite well, but things were just hell. Nobody could spare anything west, as they still had enough trouble trying to take out the skimmers and aquatic ATATs. The V-wings, though manned by several of the best pilots on Mon Calimari, were unfortunately so vastly outnumbered, they had trouble just staying alive, though the odds were increasing with every kill.

And so began the Battle for the West Dock, as historians would later note. Neb had charged in, vastly outnumbered, but the force was his ally, and a powerful ally it was. Though jedi had not fought against such odds since perhaps Order 66, Neb managed to not be caught off guard. The troops were widely spaced apart, so disruption was not an issue for them. Though angles of attack were. Neb darted every which way, slowly moving towards a large crate. The first line of attackers would be smashed by the very crate, a valiant effort demonstrated by Neb.

But he soon found himself pinned, at least until he read the sign on the crate which read: "Tools".

Cale shrugged. "Belive it or not I get blamed alot for other people's doings. I'd rather not risk it and get a move on before-"
Cale's wrist com beeped.
"- something else happens." He tapped the switch and Cambot was visible on the comn. "What is it Cambot?"
"Sir, we just recieved a request from the Corellian Merchant's Guild. they need a cargo delivered and they're willing to pay us for express delivery."
Cale chuckled. "just got her out of the shop and already she's paying off. Ok, Cambot, I'll be right there." he flicked his comn off and jerked his thumb towards the spaceport. "Nice meeting you all, but Ive got a job waiting." he rubbed his chin in thought and then added. "though if you aren't doing much, I might be able to use an extra hand or two..."

Fett landed and exited his ship, hiding his limp and keeping his rifle low. "Lord Imperious. I have news of Drako."

Ali'anna, still slaughtering troops of all affiliation on the battlefield, noticed the commandos flee and wondered why they would try. After all, they're such easy pickings here she thought, as she decapitated another soldier who struck her fancy. She wandered a ways towards the docks on her rampage, and she noticed a man who was different from all the rest on the field. Absentmindedly carving out another soldier she only casually realized was on her side, she stole after him, rushing at a pace impossible to match by anyone with armor.

She stopped just short of him and realized he was a Jedi. She took out her dart pistol and aimed it at him, just as the other troops around her were doing.

Imperius grumbled.

"This will not serve well," Imperius groaned. "Fett, you are to take a squad of troops, preferably Lady Valycia's ArchAngels and intercept Prime. I have found an expert assassin called the Serpent, if you have heard of her, and will try and relocate her to your new contingent."

Imperius reacehd into his robes and removed a large ammount of Republic credits, which he then gave to Fett.

"For your troubles,"