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Onboard his ship, Solms sat in silence, working to repair the damage to his armor the last fight had incured.
He glanced off to the side and watched as his Homing Computer trailed the becon he had placed on the Auric Runner. His "grenade-staff" was not so much grenade as disquised tracking becon. A little smoke and pyrotechnics made people think otherwise.
Solms knew where Cale was going. He was running back to his pirate hold. Solms had no intention of going into the Sarlacc's Maw. The main point was to beable to track the outlaw's movements.
The Hunter frowned as he watched the ship near its destination. The ship's movement indicated he was hiding in the mid rim.
Several thoughts crossed the hunter's mind and he turned to a research datapad on the counter nearby. He typed up some commands and information scrolled across the screen.
A trail of pirate raids seemed to lead into the mid rim and vanish around the time Darksun's personal fleet battled NR forces attacking Starforge Station.
Several weeks before that, Cale had disbanded his formidable pirate armada, keeping only a handful of ships for himself. The Pirate was rebuilding his fleet.
"But why?" Solms wondered aloud as he scanned the data.
Curious, The Hunter brought up the small profile he had made regarding Cale's activities on Brentaal.
From what he had gathered from various sources, the outlaw had shown up looking for starship tugs. He visited an auction house, tailed the man who had purchased the tug fleet that was up for bid, and convinced him to give up the tugs.
"What would he need tugs for? Unless..."
He turned back to the helmit he had been working on and removed a data module from behind the now fixed visor. He plugged the device into the datapad and an audio and visual recording of his exploits over the past day presented themselves. He advanced the recording to what he had managed to overhear between Cale and Novara and listened.

" If you need insentive... I got plenty of creds. "

"Tell you what. I don't trust you at all. But as it just so happens I'm arranging a little Reindevous out at Lameradd in about three weeks time. From what I hear, the DSA's taken Bilbrigi. If you can make off with one of their space docks and have it out in orbit around Lameradd by the time of the Rendeivous, I'll invite you to a party I'm throwing."

"I'll see what i can do...."

The Hunter taped his gloved finger on the table and pieced it together.
"He's building a shadowport....Tugs to move the ships, a drydock to fix and build, add that in with all the raw mats he's been stealing....he's either trying to start his own shipyard or he's going to make himself his own navy..."
The Hunter collected the data and filed it away on his ship's computer. The corellian was up to something big. There was little doubt in Solms' mind. Once he returned to Ord Mantell, Solms would put his resources to figureing out what.
Until then, he would just have to keep his eyes open and watch for more clues.
He spent the rest of the voyage home in medative silence.

"I don't have much of a choice in that matter..my memory's so scattered as it is, thanks to a fight I barely remember against Neb. It's a haze, I'll remember something vague with no detail, or a detail with no background. It's a frightening situation." Trey replied.

Trey glanced at Angel and then back at Rook.

"Well, that is what we're here for after all."

Trey pulled out his lightsaber and waited outside of Rook's cabin for Rook.

" This is The Dreg under Commander Novara. We are requesting use of one of the mobile space ports. One of our cruisers is down. Over."

Novara sat waiting. He was praying that they didnt look more into it then a fellow trooper needing help.

Rook grabbed his sword, glancing up at the wall. A prim and pressed suit, one which he always had nearby, hung from the wall. Red with golden tassels, edges, and black buttons, all ready for the wearer.

One quick glance and he went out of his cabin.

"So I take it you're up for training. Perhaps you will learn how extensive Labrynth's training can be."

" Commander. The Station is on its way... they dont think any thing of it. " The ensign reported.

" Good... Let intercept and get to Cale. I dont want to waste time. After we get the station we will go to Lameradd and wait for Cale. When we take the station i want the crew rounded up and i want them to have a chance..... unlike Drako i am no cold killer. Get Blue in here. "

Moments later Blue walked in and bowed.

" Yes commander? "

" I want you to rig bombs on the station. But i want them hid well. No mistakes. I will not use them unless Cale thinks he cant trust me. But i have no plan on back stabbing him. I just want to be safe. After we are finished ill tell him and inform you to disarm them. "

" Yes commander. Ill get on that at once. "

Moments later the station came into range and Novara stood up waiting for the comm.

" Commander Novara, good to see you. What ship will we repair first? " The captin on the station smiled as he talked.

" Hrmmm.... The Dreg could use some looking after. Get every thing locked and we can talk. " Novara cut the comm and the station came over the Dreg like a spider. It locked around the hull and many crew came out locking things in place. They started scans looking for areas in the hull to fix.

Novara walked to the air lock and waited for the Captin. As the captin came out he was about to hold out a hand to shake when Novara pulled out a blaster.

" No... i am not going to kill you or you men. But I will give you some thing to think about. Drako.... He has been leading us down the wrong path brother. This is no path for a Mandelorian! We are above him. But are treated as his dogs. "

" Drako has our families. He will kill us if we...." The mando was standing strong but you could he was worried.

" Brother Bon. I have our families. They are on on of my other ships. they always have been. So... what do you say? Come with me and make a stand. Make a name for our people! "

Standing there, Bon slammed his fists together and thrusted his fist into the air.

" FOR THE NEW MANDALOR!!! NOVARA!! " The whole ship roared with the cry of Novaras name.

Now this is not what i was going for...... Novara bowed and walked into the station and the troops got back in. Getting every thing ready the small clan got ready for warp. They blasted to Lameradd.