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Veira looked up from where she pouring a spacer's drink as a cloaked man and his droid walked into her establishment.
She sighed in annoyance.
Sithspit, what is there? A convention going on? She thought.
"Hey Cloak boy! No droids! It'll have to wait outside." She called to the man.

Aurora put her blaster away and listened to what the Chiss had to say.

As a spacer began choaking, Veira slapped her Carbine onto the counter.
From around the bar came the sounds of safeties being switched off.
She stared unflinchingly at the cloaked man.
"Messing with the regulars is a quick trip to your Last Jump. Drop him. Unless you're looking to be ash."

Veira frowned as she examined the Hologram, her hand never straying from the carbine.
"Him? Yeah he's come in here before. What do you want to know about him?"

"Honestly, must a question like that need asking? It would help us greatly if you would tell us specifically where he was going next, or if he was searching for something," The droid spoke. Ferno had already begun feeling out the emotions of several of the people around the bar. If he had wanted to expend the energy, he could have destroyed them by now. Instead, he did a surface level mind probe on several of what he believed to be the regulars. Not much turned up, as he expected, only a glimmer of a thought.

"Of course, should you try to defend him by sending us off on wild coordinates or tell us you honestly don't know, the end results may be far more disasterous."

Elladan kept reviewing th battle synapsis ever since they left for Mandalore. It looked bad on all ends. Three new classes of Star Destroyer, one of which was bigger than any ship he had. His forces were drastically outmatched, and now he was reeling from an attack. As if it couldn't get worse, Sven showed up with very distressing news.

"We have the final report on the enemy fleet, Sir," the human said looking gloomy. Elladan could practically expect what he'd hear next. "They've mobilized against us. Whatever cover we had is gone. Our position is being circled."

"How bad?" Elladan asked, as he pulled the datapad to him. It ended up bad enough. So far, at least thirty ships had moved into position around Mandalore, Taris, and Wayland, and dozens more were nearly done. There was even reports of another Revenge-class on route as well as one of the new Pellaeon-classes. They had more than a hundred ships bearing down on their position.

"Is this accurate?"

"As likely as it'll get, Commander. We have two days, maybe three before we're surrounded. I request an evac asap."

The chiss shook his head, rubbing his hair. He'd miscalculated big-time, but knew the risks all the same. "Contact Wayland. Inform them of the bad news."

"What about the Mandalorians?"

Elladan grunted; he'd almost forgotten. "Are they ready to meet?"

"Yes. And Taris?"

"Tairs should be fine," the chiss answered. "Too many people to risk. We can tell them now, and take what we can from them and leave. They might be willing to harbor us later. They'll be upset about the loss of their flagship."

((I could post a breakdown of a Legacy Era Sector Fleet, You're underestimating the size of the enemy you're up against, and you can't retreat. That Sector Fleet already has deployed interdictors on the hyperspace routes out of your territory, its a miracle that the Noghri Team got through. They aren't actually surrounding those systems but your territory as a whole. Luckily for you there orders are nothing more then a blockade its my small force of ten ships that is going to be the one ordered against you.))

Borill Elsyn read the reports from Fleet Admiral Akla as he rode the shuttle down to Garos IV, with the apparant alliance between the Mandalorians and Elladan Kenet the rogue admiral had gained significant territory, the worlds of Contruum, Cartao, Myrkr, and Ambria had all been possessions of the Mandalorian forces that were now in his fold. With this the Fleet had been forced to expand the area of their interdiction, there were gaps in the coverage, but Elladan Kenet had far too much to move to possibly allow for him to retreat into the unknown regions or the core. He had three shipbuilding facilities in his possession, two small ones at Wayland and Taris as well as one enormous complex around Mandalore... MandalMotors.

Beside him Commander Tron of the Storm Commando detachment attached to his task force idly twirled a knife. Borill glanced through the reports before saying, "Commodore Kull declined an inventation to have a drink with me. I was wondering if you'd be willing to join me, I've got a case of Corellian Whiskey waiting at the hotel."

The Storm Commando grinned, "I'd be honored sir, I guess you're on one of the upper floors of the apartment with the rest of the senior officers."

"Correct," Borill answered as he snapped a datapad shut, "I'd like to hear your impression of Elladan Kenet's soldiers, you were a member of the boarding team after all."