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"Something just doesn't feel right..." Neb mumbled to himself, as the Grahrie and the Kapella continued running results from the sphere.

"Its operating at minimal power. Barely enough to sustain the life forms aboard." The Grahrie reported.

"I don't like this one bit. Its piloted, but yet, it doesn't respond. It looms, but does not move. Obviously there is something of importance that somebody wishes to see happen." Neb kept looking over the figures, wondering what was vastly important. "I'd hate to blow this thing out of the sky, so many resources put into it, but then again, its purpose is off. Perhaps some tugs can just toss it into the star?"

"Something's wrong," Hudson pipped up. "Look over there."

Neb came over to the console, and stared out the glass at the place pointed. Something didn't feel right.

"Its just your imagination. Back to the main fleet. We'll deal with this thing later." Neb ordered. He ran things over in his mind.

Surely he hadn't missed something? It wouldn't be suprizing if he did. So many things on one mind, it is not hard to misplace one or two. Unfortunately this was one of those things you didn't wish to forget.

The Kapella and Grahrie rejoined the main fleet, as Neb sat trying to conjure up every single possibility for the peculiar sphere.

"When the relief force gets here, then we shall see what all we can do."

Right...just heading to Coruscant and then Nar Shadda...I think I'll stop on Coruscant on my way in... thought Cajin, as he dropped out of hyperspace.

Very smooth ride, I-"What the f*ck!" he yelled, as he dropped out of hyperspace, and smashed into something. He flew out of his seat and smashed facefirst into the viewplate.
He got up, holding his nose, and wiped a smear of blood off of the viewplate.
I don't think I broke anything...well, at least I know the inertial dampeners work. he thought to himself. Now what the f*ck happened? he wondered, as he looked around.

Suddenly, the shield generators and several other systems blew out, and with depressing powerdown noise, the lights on the ship dimmed and went to emergency red.
Outside the ship, there were massive electrical arcs, and suddenly, a massive star crusier appeared in space. His shuttle was wedged inside of the side of the crusier.

From where he was, he could just see FSL and Flame of the Phoenix painted on the hull.

The bridge consoles gave off despairing moans and sparked briefly.
"Oh...no, no, no. This can't be happening." he said to himself, twitching as he paced about the bridge. "My baby...they wrecked my ride..." he continued to himself, as he hit a few buttons, and twisted a large handle, then walked out of the bridge and into his cabin. "No, no, I had this for ten years..." he said, as he unconsiously hit a hidden button. Wall panels slid aside, and he started gathering and loading up from a massive arsenal of weapons. "And I'd just gotten it fixed up, too..." he said, as his hands automatically double-checked his equipment.
He walked out of his room, no longer shaking, but rather, quite steady.

On the other side of the hall, he saw bright lines appear in a door, as the soldiers inside the cruiser tried to cut into his ship.
"Whelp, payback's a b***h." he said, as he leveled his concussion rifle at the door.

Angel, not wanting to get in the way of the Dark Lord's giving orders, simply stood by some ways behind him, where she had enough room to practice some simple lightsaber techniques to pass the time. " This isn't right... " she thought. " ... Coruscant is my home, yet I don't feel any guilt being one of its conquerors, despite the fact that some of the people there were my friends many years ago... Have I truly fallen to the Dark Side? I don't want to be bad, but if that's what it takes to be by his side, then there's no other way. "

Neb noticed the shuttle hit, and oddly, float for several seconds before the cloaking device shorted out.

"At last they have revealed themselves to the Republic; At last, they shall have their fight. All ships, fire portside turrets at the general direction of that cloaked ship. Scatter pattern! Where one is, more are bound to be! Fire on my mark... FIRE!"

With that, five hundred turbolasers opened fire, several hitting the uncloaked ship, but many more in an organized patter around the other, garunteeing to hit anything else cloaked within firing range.

Damnit, now I owe Hudson a drink...

In moments, Fett was behind Cale, lasers blasting away, with the ion cannon pounding periodically. His thumb hovered over the button that would release missiles at Cale, but he was waiting for his shields to come down first.

Imperius' face fell.

"This was..not expected. Send out two ships, uncloaked, and leave the cloaked ones undercover. They'll think that our ships are the ones they just decloaked