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"I am not a jedi, so I must be vastly more concentrated and slower in my attacks, but I am not quite as incompetant as those who would slice their legs off. Nevermind about it. You'll see Labrynth's training take effect three seconds after your attack, which is two seconds after your defeat." Rook said. "Twenty years of exile from the galaxy teaches you many things, Feron."

The Auric Runner re-emerged from lightspeed over Skull Base.
What they found brought a smile to Cale's lips.
His band had been busy since the time they had dispersed, their profits from the raider lifestyle having gone almost directly into improving their ships.
A handful of frigates, corvettes, and modified transports, each of their hulls sporting a variation of the Dark Sun Insignia hung in orbit.
"Nice to see the guys haven't been slacking off. Who's showed up so far?"
"Greel, Knix, and Jarius it looks like. You can tell by the hull jobs. That bunch over there has the Clansign with a duros skull in the center. No doubt thats Greel's group. My question is where the Nine Corellian Hells he got his hands on a CC-7700."
"Thats a damn good question." Cale muttered. He pointed at a band of ships that seemed to be in formation off to the port side. "Those guys have to be Jaruis' band. Thats an Imp formation. The Barve keeps a tight ship to be sure."
"Ex-imperial. Go-figure."
"Well, enough sight seeing."Cale declared. "Cambot. Take us dirtside. Lets see if the guys got those tugs here on time."

Drako had docked with the Arcane. As the ship landed PR1M3 reported to Drako about several ship malfunctions.

" Then comm the deck master and get them fix! " Drako was short with ship AI. He was in a foul mood. Some thing was wrong.

Drako and Drake slowly walked out of PR1M3. Every one on the deck stopped and bowed. They didnt move save a few walking with Drako.

" Report. Is every thing ready for the next attack? "

" Yes lord Drako. Balmora will be our next stop. Once lord gives the command. "

" Drake.... Be a good boy and exicute code 1730-314-8581. "

Drake stopped in his trakes and turned back to PR1M3. All the men walking with Drako looked at him.

" Lord? "

" Drake is about to make our jobs easier. Now.... Were is my dinner?! " The men ran off to find their lords food. Only his guards walked with him.
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Drake activated the main controls and pulled back. Tapping in commands the shields modified and he flew out. Once out of range of any other ships he set the hyper drive for Coruscant. The drive activated and PR1M3 was gone.
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Drako walked into his main office. It was still as cold and as dark as he left it. Drako took off all but his leg robes. He pulled out his saber using the force and floating it around the room. He activated the blade and pulled it close to himself. He could feel the heat of the humming blade as it passed him. He walked to the middle of his room and tapped a button on his belt. A door opened and the sound of hushed voices could be heard.

" ...... Come here. " Drako spoke with a deep and chilling tone. Nothing happened. Nothing came out of the new room.

" Hrmm... i guess you like being made to do as told. " Drako lifted his hand and the sabed floated into the new room. The red glow lit up three half naked human females. They crouched low to the floor. You could tell that they were more then scared. They looked crazed.
Drako force choked one and lifted her up.

" ANNA NO!!!! " The other girls screamed. Drako shot a bolt of force lightining at them and they passed out, hitting th floor rather hard.

The girl floated to him. The saber in tow. As she got closer her muffed choking sounds could be heard. She kicked and reached for nothing around her neck.

" Poor thing. That must feel so painful. " Drako didnt let go. Lifting his other hand, Drako force gripped her arm and began braking the bone. Her screams muffed she tryed to yell out in pain. But it was no use. Drake did this again and again and again. Finally most of her body was broken. Drako grinned the whole time. He loved to see her pain. Drako pressed anouther button on his belt and a droid came in. It came under the girl and she was taken to the Med bay. Drako let them heal befor doing it again.

Drako laughed and as the doors shut he heard the girls wake screaming.

" ......... Life can not get any better. "

In a somewhat dusty and rarely used room within Skull Base, a band of pirates sat awaiting what their king had to say to them. However, these were no ordinary pirates. They were the ones who, through cunning, gile, or show of force, had become the de facto leaders of their own small fleets.
The first one was an old hand at piracy, a vetran Duros raider by the name of Greel. A blue skined member of his race, he had a prosthetic left eye that shone green, the oposite of his remaining red eye. Greel had commanded the Chaingang when he had joined up the first time with Cale, a heavily modified Light Corvette. After the break up, He had raided along the borders of Hutt Space, snagging several lucrative cargoes along the way. With the money from this, he had managed to aquire a CC-7700 Frigate, now known as the Geneer's Revenge and had convinced a trio of Corellian Corvettes out of Nar Shadda that looting the Hutts was easier than working for them, with far greater rewards. Not that he hadn't had troubles. Somewhere along the way he had lost the Chaingang and his eye.
The second member of the group assembled was a tall blond haired man dressed in an Imperial Naval Captain's uniform to which the Blazing Claw had been appiled. This man was Captain Jarius Kent, formerly of the Imperial Navy. Tired of continually risking his neck for what he saw as a lost cause, he convinced the crew of the VT-49 Decimator Avenging Sword to go Awol after the Fall of the Sith Federation. They changed their ship name to the Jolly Roger and set out to make themselves into pirates. They signed on with Cale shortly after he began raiding, picking up the tricks of the trade from the canny outlaw. After the separation, Kent returned to imperial space to recruit other disillusioned naval crewmen to join him. In the process he gained command of the Nebulon-B "Rorke's Drift" and had several customs vessels of various make sign on, even netting himself a squad of thrill seeking TIE Interceptor pilots.
The Verpine sporting the welder goggles sitting next to Kent was Knix, an Outlaw Tech Cale hired on for obvious reasons. Before he joined the Dark Suns, he was a broke tech. After the break up he had gotten himself a ship, a crew, and money to invest in his custom repair buisness. He was very happy. His armada of 12 armed transports of various make and model were not really pirates. They did however make a tidy profit off of real pirates who wanted quality custom repairs and modifications on their ships.
Also present were Rak, Rain, and Cambot, of whom no introductions should be necessary.
At the head of the table stood Cale, having recently recovered from his wounds with the help of everyone's friend: Bacta.
"Welcome back all." Cale said. "While I'm disapointed that not all of you have returned, what we have currently at our control is almost enough to take an outer rim world, or at the very least starve it into submission."
A chuckle went around the table. Cale let it subside before he continued.
"I'm very pleased with the results of this venture thus far. But while we have been making ourselves relatively well off, there are avenues of profit that we should be tapping."
"Such as?" Kent asked skeptically.
"The Used Starship Buisness." He replied.
He got a rather odd look from the assembled sentinents, aside from Rain, Cambot, and Rak who had already heard his plan.
"You are kidding, right?" Greel asked.
"Trust me fellas, Ive got this figured out. See, the Galaxy is in chaos. You have rogue imperial warlords, mercenary bands, and independent governments fighing countless brush wars across the Rim. They have lots of cash, and all of them would pay up the nose for anything designed for combat. Especially warships."
Knix buzzed a question in an insectoid language that Cale somehow understood.
"Yes, I do happen to have a ready source of warships. The trick is getting to them. And thats why I needed the fleet to re-assemble. While I do have some tugs on hand to aid us in our aquisition of these ships, I will need you all to outfit your ships with tractor beams, ion cannons, and tow lines. In addition, as you recall, I asked you to send an invite to Lameradd to all the pirate groups you could trust. This will be a group effort which, when properly executed, will result in the greatest mass shipjacking of Galactic history -the profits of which will certainly be enormous, even when divided among everyone participating."
Kent stood and shook his head."Pardon the interruption Captain, but you seem to be getting ahead of yourself. What kind of warships are we talking about here?"
"Oh, about ISD on down I imagine. Whatever we can grab and get away with. And before you say anything else, No I'm not spiced or drunk."
Cale clasped his hands behind his back and let a sly smile creep onto his face. "Recently, the New Republic Fleet is undergoing a major overhaul. They're pumping out new ships to supplement their fleets. That means alot of old ships are getting decomissioned. Captain Jarius, you're a navy man. What happens when a Warship is decomissioned?"
Jarius held his chin in thought. "Well, it depends on the ship. Usually though its packed up and sent to a mothball fleet center in the event its to be scrapped, sold, rearmed, or memorialized." Kents eyes widdened in realization. "You mean...you're going to raid a New Republic Mothball Yard?!"
"Yep."
"But where would you get the coordinates for some place like that?! Mothball Yards are hidden in dead sections of space! Unless you have the coordinates for one you'll never find it!"
"Got 'em."
"What about the defenses?!"
"Thats why we have guns. Don't worry Impy, Ive got it all figured out. But I can't do it alone. Theres no way I'd be able to spend all that money fast enough. So, what do you say boys? In or out?"
Greel chuckled and gave a thumbs up. "See, its for reasons like this why Corellians are my favorite breed of human. You guys are space-happy. Count me in."
Kent paused before he answered. "I agree with the Duros that you are indeed mad, Captain. But nonetheless, gambling is the very nature of the pirates' life. You best make sure that the deck is stacked in our favor."
"Always." Cale turned to Knix with a confidant grin. "What do say pal? ever want to do a custom repair job on a Battleship? It'll be your masterpiece."
The Verpine didn't even hesitate to join.
"Then its settled. The Brethren of Skull Base have united once more." Cale placed his hands on the table and leaned forward, his gaze meeting each of his clan members'. "Now, we need to be ready to head out to Lameradd soon, so I need you guys to work as fast as you can on those refits. I managed to nab a bunch of Ions and tractors on my way home. Knix, you lead the project. Make sure we're properly set to haul away some big ships and if possible, make up an auto pilot program so we can have the ships fly themselves. Kent, Greel; make us some scuttling charges. Rak, You got the run of the place. Me, Rain, and Cambot need to find us some customers."
"What? moving out so soon? I just got the Runner fixed!" Cambot gripped.
"Tough choobies. We need all the time we can manage if we're gonna track down the Errant Venture. Booster Terik's got connections. Plus he might be interested in purchasing replacement guns for his ship."

Trey nodded and feinted a leftword swipe, only to roll and slash at Rook's right side.

"How so?" Trey replied to the Sith comment as he began backpedalling.

"Because you attacked first. Even if I asked you, a Jedi would at least hesitate, whereas you did not," Rook said, blade down and left hand on hip.

((He's a little like Trez Kushrenada at this moment))