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"We'll leave tomarrow morning. Your lessons will be put on hold until we arrive. Pack light, with warm, but loose clothing. The planet I've been told has not been inhabited by human yet, but does have a native species calling themselves gungans, but they do not live in the plains and hills." Crossing his arms he began down the path.
"Still, do not ignore your training, I want you doing the basic Force exercises before bed and the martial arts katas I've shown you in the morning."

Clad in his jedi robes, Lord Malcom Stryder made his way onto the bridge of his battleship.
"So, Admiral Vaklar, are all systems ready to go?"

The Iridonian captain of the Ashla spun from his consol and saluted his commander. "Yes Milord. We are refueled and resupplied. We should have a clear Hyperspace vector within the Hour."

Stryder frowned and shook his head. "The Traffic around this planet is atrocious. Even a priority vessel has to wait for a clear jump point. I cant imagine how long civilians have to wait for."

"Destination, Milord?"

"Ankara. Tett System. I have to meet with my Staff regarding our next moves." Stryder moved past the Admiral to stare out the windows of his dreadnaught and noting with annoyance the millions of ships choaking the starlanes.
"Ive a feeling we wont be leaving port as soon as I'd like. We'll probably be delayed."

Something suddenly caught Stryder's attention, and he adjusted his gaze accordingly. Then, a pair of aurek interceptors blitzed their way past the bridge, causing everyone save Stryder to flinch.

Unamused, Stryder detected a notable presence in the Force from one of the fighters. He turned to the Sensor crewman.
"Whose fighters are those? Republic?"

The crewman worked his console quickly. "Ours sir. Readings indicate they launched from the Bathurst."

Bathurst...that would make them from the 510th. Naturally that force signature would belong to their commander, Knight Ritt Aereo.
"The men are getting restless it seems." he said. " Comm. Tell Commander Aereo and his friend to stop joyriding in government property before they scare someone into shooting them down. Then have him report to the Mission Planning Room onboard the Ashla. I want to have a few words with him."

Aurora fallowed after her master as he walked down the path, two of her strides to match his one as she listened to his instructions. Thinking of what few thing she had to pack, like most other padawan what she had was what was provided for her from the Order it’s self. Packing for the trip would not take very long, she was more intrigued about the destination and made mental note to stop by the library and find what information she could. With only the name of the indigenes species to go off of she wondered if she would find anything on the place at all.
“Yes Master,” She smiled. “I won’t ignore my training and I will be ready to leave in the morning.” She said looking up at him. Then turning her gaze to the ground to hide her eyes behind her bangs. “Master Gohgei,” she began hesitantly. “I’m sorry about earlier in the training room. I didn’t mean to disobey you and cause any trouble between Lord Stryder and yourself.”

"I doubt any excuse I give will be seen as anything other than arrogant, but I would imagine you more than understand the notion of morale. Not everyone in the Republic is as disciplined as the Jedi Order, and without any real missions to test their skills, the squadron has become restless. I'm not the greatest leader out there, Master. My ignorance is partly to blame, so I fully accept any demotion back to padawan which you may wish to instill for this lapse in judgement. My weakness embarassed you, and I apologize," Ritt retorted, giving a small bow.

"I also apologize for breaking the chain of command. In the military, a subordinate never complains to his superior. Is there more you wish to discuss? I seemed to have disrupted the hangar crew trying to make room for my fighter on such short notice, and by the formation of the fleet, it seems we're departing as quickly as possible. I doubt the Captain of the Bathurst is going to enjoy my explaination for my insubordination."

"Let us assume that I know nothing so that we are absolutely clear on every detail," Ritt replied. He thumbed his lightsaber, a sign of anxiety and itchiness to get back behind the stick. Still, he tried his hardest to relieve his emotion by breathing deeply. Sitting down, he added, "Something tells me that I'm going to need some asprin by the end of it though."

"Forgive my short patience, Master Stryder, but can we please get to the point?" Ritt replied, taking a deep breath.

"So we pinch the sector. How? I have a feeling this is more than just knocking on the door with the guns of the Ashla and asking them to politely be vaporized."

"What do you want the rest of the squadron to do? Two corvettes and two squadrons seems pretty weak for a frontline post. Especially in an area as strategically important as that. What about those reports of remote fighters I keep hearing about? Anything at all vaguely interesting to a bunch of adrenaline junkies that I could use to motivate them, rather than the old 'its your duty' speech?" Ritt asked, slightly annoyed at the lack of excitement it was bound to bring.

"Something else bothers me. What are you planning to use this derelict for after you nab it? If the sith don't even give a hoot about defending it properly, their loss, but its not like they won't notice our straightforward advance and mobilize accordingly."

The mentioning of sith combatants made this a wholly different situation. The fire had lit in the non-existant eyes of the miraluka.

"That's more like it!" He ejaculated, fist in the air. "Maybe there might be some enjoyment afterall. But may I ask, who's going to help the marines inside the station? You surely have someone in mind to help those poor souls out. I mean, you haven't underestimated the sith by thinking they're incompetant now, have you? I'd hate to have to fight inside the station. Close spaces aren't my forte."