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Guess they're slightly different; new wall. thought Cajin, as he paused, reloading his rifle.
Eh, doesn't matter.

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On the bridge of the Flame of the Phoenix, the Captain of the vessel was listening to the nervous and somewhat panicky report of a security officer.
"Sir, we keep losing track of him, but it appears he's headed up the sh-" the security officer's report was cut off with a loud explosion, and blood and similar fluids splashed across the screen.

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Well, that wasn't too hard. Not a very thick wall, I guess. he thought, as he continued on through the smoking wreckage of the wall, on his rampage towards the bridge.

Nal Hutta was a place where deals could be made, especially illegal deals. and when Alderaan pharmecuticals were concerned, it was one of the best places to cash in. Well, if you could stand the thought that the Hutts would recoup any price you charged them three fold.
The Auric Runner, decorated in a few new laser burns, was parked in the Capital City, Bilbousa. Her Captain and her droid co-pilot sat resting againts a landing strut, couting their earnings from the sale of 25 tons of aforementioned medical supplies. Her Crew was back to normal numbers, Cale having dropped Blasty off on his "Home world" on the trip out. the drop off was Cale's way of repaying Blasty for being such a good sport about the whole restraining bolt thing (and to get rid of the bot before he started taking after his creators).
"heh. Check it out Cambot." Cale said as he waved the credstick containing their fee. "900k. and we're just a short trip away from illegal modifications central. I tell ya, nothing like the feel of hard earned credits in your hand-er, manipulator claw...or whatever it is you use to pick stuff up in." he inserted the credstick into his data pad and sent most of the money to a safe bank account.
"Captain, Im impressed. You managed to resist blowing all our money on nubile females and alcoholic beverages. Not much of a pirate are you?" Cambot said as he floated near the outlaw's head.
Cale glared at the droid."Look, 200k should be plenty of cash to get wasted with. besides. Im a buisness man now, with two ships to look after. we need to hoard our funds." A curious thought passed through Cale's head and he looked back up at Cambot.
"hey, shockball. what do droids do for fun?"
Cambot returned the curious look cale shot him with one of his own. "Depends on the model. I, for one, like to follow you around and record home movies, which I remix with humorous noises and computer effects."
Cale just stared, his emotions a mixture of shock and rage.
"Sometimes, I don't have to do a thing at all. Take Singing In the Shower Part 2 for example. You're so bad its hilarous." The droid said cheerily as it slowly floated out of the outlaw's immediate arm reach.

It seems they have unleashed their primary assault. For a second there I was expecting something surprizing. But predictable as always, Neb thought. He watched the fighters billow out of hangars everywhere. More than three wings came from the MC-80Bs alone.

"Everyone, pick a squadron, and kick a**. You know how to fly, get out there and do it. They're only droids after all." Neb commed, as many leaders chirped in their responses.

Fett emerged from hyperspace above Coruscant. His prey had foolishly reverted to realspace during the jump without making any calculations, and if he was lucky enough to not be pulvarized by the infinite number of debris in space, then he was lucky enough to not be worth Fett's effort- for the time being. If he wasn't so lucky, well- there wasn't much he could do anyway.

A violent space battle mett the Mandelorian's eyes, which took in the bright greens and reds of lasers and yellows and oranges of explosions and molten metal calmly. He engaged his sensor cloak and snuck his ship into the massive tangle on the side of the planet opposite the battle, where evacuees were fleeing for their lives. If Imperius had any orders, he would recieve them soon.

The first MC80 screamed in pain, as system after system failed. It seemed that the Federation did not care for losses, as they sent Destroyer after Destroyer to their dooms, being pegged. But they did manage one thing: they were depleting the shields on the MC80 faster than if they tried to take it down one by one. Where they would be heavily damaged, it would be destroyed.

"Seems they have a special squad doing the dirty work," Hudson stated, pointing out the too-proficient group that just knocked out communications. "They're the oddballs. Notice they are the only defenders... and marked too..."

"Then we shall take them down ourselves," Neb stated, bursting ahead. He quickly caught up to some of the slaggers. They could outmaneuver the ship, but they couldn't outmaneuver the guns, which locked on a pair, and despite heavy shielding, fell too quickly. The Kapella may be big, and only about as fast as an X-wing, but the guns could fire and make up for its extreme mass.

The Kapella watched as the lagging squadron broke up (in a squadron, all twelve ships are not in formation. Usually, pairs of three, four, or five make up the formations, the leader called the leading squad, the last ones to follow the maneuver is the lagging squad. Now that's clarified...) and Neb broke off at well. Another Star Destroyer fell in flames as they continued to attack the massive MC-80. Neb gave quite a blessing that the thing was not their flagship though. And on top of it, it was part of the relief force, should it ever decide to arrive.

"They've taken notice of us, Neb" Gunnie stated, as he checked the gunning station. Indeed, the remaining three which were not gunned down at the beginning had decided to take an attack on the Kapella herself. Neb only grinned.

"Good thing I've read up on Boba Fett." Neb chuckled. The three dodged and weaved the rapid fire guns which now pointed back at them, but they did not expect to see the suprizes. A turret unveiled itself, as the lead attacker, trying to pull a leading slice, got caught offguard, and far too close, and shattered, scraping its wingman, who broke off disoriented. The third managed to dodge and weave....

"Third one's good. Not good enough." He stated, letting a torpedo fire, taking the defender instantaneously with it.

"Tis the problem with guys fresh out of flight school. They think they know everything there is. I doubt even Imperius himself could predict every trick on this baby... speaking of which, that's him now..." Neb stated, moving up to the leading squadron.