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Novara was about to respond with some thing about him benig a pirate. But when Cale said 'Who's Drako?' It hit him.

" You dont know.... You do know you have a large.... and i mean LARGE bounty on your head. Thats why that hunter is after you so bad. Drako set it on your head. Drako had me try and kill you once befor. Could City i think the place was. Large Droid. Looked like insect almost. "

Novara scratched his head.

" Captian.... Do you know what Sith are? Because he is now the new Sith lord. Saddly i helped him get there. He is one of the reasons i dont trust. He is anouther reason why i let Red go. Also why i was not just going to GIVE you the station. Yes i got it for you.... but i am the one that got it. Things went smooth but ony because we came in on the right time. Once he finds out that thing is gone... Cale i have lived a life were trusting was not an option. Not even with my brothers! I lost several good men. Why? Because of DRAKO! " Novara slammed a first into the table.

(( Sure, ruin my moment of ace detective-ness why don't you? ))

" I guess it means we got all the time in the world, which won't be too long if Drako conquers the galaxy. " Angel said, starting to follow. She paused for a brief moment, as though feeling a cold chill, but quickly composed herself. " It's nothing. Just a little breeze got me. "

((Guys, even I saw that one comming a mile away.))

Cale blinked and scratched his head.
"Drako...Drako...Oh right. The tinman. Frankly he's no threat but to himself. His grasp of military tactics are poor, he relies overmuch on droid minions, he lets his emotions cloud his reasoning, yadda yadda. He's just this month's dark lord wanabe. He's certainly no threat to me. Hell, if he had half a brain-which he doesn't- he'd have done more than put a bounty on my head by this point. I've lived my entire life under the threat of somne bounty hunter scumbag trying to drag me in for a tidy profit. And I've either killed or escaped each and every one."
Cale finished eating and took a sip from a gass of the vintage Novara had brought to dinner.
"My fleet is not a military force. We're a band of raiders, pirates, and outlaws. I never had any intention of going to war with anyone, least of all a petty warlord like our mutual nuscance. Its not profitable. I pick on everyone. Republic, Empire, Hutts, Drako's inept merchant fleet; all ripe cargoes waiting to be plundered. My little scheme here is yet another profit making venture, abet on a rather audacious scale."

The new ships of the fleet of Darth Drako pulled out of lightspeed. Suddenly mass confusion and terror ran through each person unpon each ship. They had miscalulated and jumped right next to a Mass Shadow. Screams and shouts and prays rang through the hul of each of ship as they where slowly pulled into the black abyess. The small armada had fought back from the pull, but at last it was sucked in. Never to be seen again. Luger among with it. Or was he?

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Somewhere floating in space was a small freighter. A cheap one that one could buy or win in a game that can easly get to one system to the other, but none the ness a ship. In it was Luger, sleeping away on a bed.

For reason unknown other than a gut feeling he had left the ships just before pulling out. A few hours later he had won a ship in a 'set' game and took it out of the system. With no want to really go on as a general he just free floated through space.

(Luger will be back, but not until the next RP. Maybe sooner. I have to modify his Profile.)

(( Thank you Nel. ))

Drako had been at the comm for hours. He was sick of waiting.

" WHERE IS LUGER!!!! " Force lightining shot out from his body. Hitting many around him. Drako slammed his fist into the comm and stormed off.

"Only time will tell. If you cannot defeat Rook at swordsmanship, though, you probably don't know enough. Garunteed he's got a couple years on you, and passed Lab's training, but... wait, that's my point... Sorry. Anyways, Rook was able to understand the training. The hopping from pole to pole, synchronization, the meditation, they all meant nothing. They were never designed to strengthen your skills. If you gained something, that's nice, but the entire thing was much more sublime."