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"Kyle Katarn. The jedi master. My brother."

Ganil nodded as Neb stated his orders.

"Yes Sir!" Although Neb hated it when he was called by a "formal" title, Ganil still insisted on calling him Sir during combat situations, during which he was more of a military commander than Neb's apprentice.

"Blue squadron, follow me, we're going to loop around and hit them in the back!"

A chorus of "Yes Sir"s and "Confirmed"s rang in his comlink earpiece.

Ganil reverted all power except for 35% of his shields into his engines and his X-Wing rocketed forward. He spotted a blind spot inbetween two Dreadnaught cruisers and turned his ship in that direction. "Squadron, follow me through that blind spot. They won't have enough time to call any fighters, so all we have to deal with are the turbolasers."

Another of chorus of confirmations was sung.

They managed to get by unscathed, except for Ganil nearly getting hit by a turbolaser shot.

He swung his ship around, and said, "Alright, convert power back to systems, open S-foils into attack position, those of you with them, and slow to attack speed. This is where the party starts." He grinned.

The surviving fighters that Mordranna sent off to torpedo the other Star Destroyer came back as well. "One, report status,"
"Seven and Eleven are lost, ma'am. And, I made Three take a walk after taking a hit - here's hoping she made it back to base,"
"Indeed. Form up on me, everyone." She then noticed that Ganil was in the area, and smiled. Although she only knew the young man from the time she and him were being trained as Neb's padawans, she grew to think of him like a little brother. Nah, I won't embarass him in front of his men! she mused with a light chuckle before hailing him. "Blue squad lead - need any back up?"

" I see. I'll train her just enough to become a Sith, but the rest will remain our secrets. If she wants more power than that, she's on her own, and we'll be watching her closely to make sure she doesn't try to take our positions from us. " Angel said, as she noticed the Dark Lord looking out. " You see something? " She looked out as well, and saw the same figure. " Drako? "

Rohsan turned his dragon like head to look at the two people who had just landed near him. Seeing who they were his anger rose to the surface and was extrealy easy to hear in his words. Speaking is a hissing, drawn out from of basic Rohsan said "Whatsss aress youss doingss outss hereee. Whyyy aress youss not inss the vallyyyy?"

Cale turned to the newcomer and eyed him warrily. a bounty hunter or mercenary to be sure. Armor and a blaster rifle always meant trouble.
Cale wasn't sure if there was a Republic bounty on him or not, but with all the beings coming to get him lately, he decided to err on the side of caution. he discreetly checked the gauge on his blaster and turned the safety off.

Cale decided he had had enough of the Bar scene for the day. packing up his sabacc deck and leaving a tip for Nora, the outlaw walked out of the Dead Space and started walking home as he usually did.
He sighed and glanced about at the thin crowd of beings in the street."why do I have the feeling something big's gonna go down?"

Cajin simply sat back and enjoyed his drink for a while, idly chatting the waitress or some of the patrons.

Then, he sat forward, the legs of his chair hitting the ground with clunk.

"Well...enough relaxing; time to hit the job office." he said, as he stood up, said his goodbyes, and walked out the door.



REPUBLIC EMPLOYMENT OFFICE

read the sign, marked by a Republic symbol.

He walked in, and gave his information to the bored-looking clerk.
"Cajin Jorac. Primary specialties include combat and piloting. I am the owner and pilot of a Lambda class shuttle in good operating condition."

"Thank you sir, please wait over there, someone will see you when there is an opening." said the clerk, gesturing to the crowded waiting room.

He waited. And waited. And waited.

Okay...I'm getting tired of waiting... he thought, standing up and going to the clerk. "How much longer?" he asked, leaning on the counter.
The clerk said "I'm sorry sir, everyone wants a job now, the market is very tight."

Cajin slipped some credits across the counter.

"Right this way, sir." said the clerk.

"Thank you." said Cajin, walking into the office.
Out with the old, in with the...?

He was greeted by an official, who with much punching of displays and many apologies, informed him that there were no jobs available, even for a man of his caliber.
More credits exchanged hands.
The official informed him that there was a need for a resupply to the fleet fighting in the Kolthis system; due to some oversight, the Republic fleet in that area was running dangerously low on supplies, and there were few availble supply assets in the area. The Republic was considering farming out the resupply operation to freelancers.
FUBAR. Somebody screwed up bad.
"...And of course, this would be a great service to the Republic, a great civic act-" said the official.
"Can that sh*t; I'm not interested. How grateful will the Republic be, in hard credits?"
The official handed brought up a contract and named a figure. More credits exchanged hands. The offical named a somewhat higher figure.
"Acceptable." said Cajin, carefully reading through the contract.
"Signed, witnessed and sealed." he said, straightening up and shaking hands.
"Pleasure doing business." he added, dryly, and left.


As he walked away, he thought to himself.
Not too bad; good pay and I've got a small advance. The job should be fine.
He sighed.
It seems the old days are truly gone.
Gone are the days of the corrupt and inefficient Imperial bureaucracy; now is the time of the corrupt and inefficient Republic bureaucracy. Things sure have changed.

At least I figured out what to do with that batch of dud credits I picked up.