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Cale looked up from his book just in time to get a warning flash from his dashboard.
something was coming out of hyperspace.
Cale tabbed teh ship board comn. "Ok, Heads up, somethings coming. get to your guns. Cambot come up here and plug in."
The Outlaw watched as the prey came out of hyperspace and he gave it a quick scan. the thing was 90 meteres long, a pretty big transport. Cale recognized it as a Feddie allied Gallofree GR-75 medium transport.
Cambot plugged in as Cale grinned triumphantly.
"Something on your mind sir?" Cambot asked as he started warming the systems up from silent running.
"This is perfect. that damn thing is pirate bait. and not an escort in sight! Run up the Black Flag and Fire a warning shot across her bow!"
The Black Flag, known also as Code Black Hole was the transponder mask that hid the pirate ship's true identity from scanners. The Auric Runner, Civilian transport was no more. To all who scanned her she was now the Princess Red, Pirate sloop.
The Princess Red thundered forward and her heavy cannons flashed infront of the cockpit module of the transport.
Cale snatched up the Comn and in an accented voice, addressed the transport.
"Ahoy there Transport. This be Rake Dulnas, Captain o' the Princess Red speaken. ye best power down yer engines, guns and shields or we'll blast ye outta the skys. Cooperate, and we'll show Mercy. Resist, and I'll feed ya to me Mynocks!"
Cale awaited a response. soon the freighter responded.
"Captain Dulnas, this is the Transport. We don't want any trouble. just want to get to Genoisis in one Piece."
"aye then. it be agreed. I'll reign in me blood thirsty Crew and spare yer lives. But In exchange, I'll be wanting ta fill me holds with yer best loot. Ye best roll out tha Red Carpet fer me there lad. we be coming aboard." Cale shut off the comn and looked at Cambot with a grin.
"What was that all about?" Cambot asked as he drifted the ship closer to the transport.
"ShockBall, Theres a bit of theater in the Pirate trade. you can't just go out and blast up every prize you come across and call yourself a pirate. you gotta play the Part." Cale unbuckled himself from the seat and got up to head into the back. "Now lock her up with that transport and keep an eye out for trouble. I got to get me and Rak into our costumes."

The Dreg slowly pulled up to Coruscant. Still a few thousand light years away from and one try to attack them.

" Any sighs of Drako? " Novara tapped his fingers.

" No sir. The battle is to much for the sencers. "

" Fine...... Get my ship ready. Ill go in my self. "

The small crew of the Gallofree watched anxiously from the crew module as the YZ transport docked alongside their hold airlock.
though the enemy ship was only about two thirds the length of the gallofree, its weapon systems far outclassed any defense the transport could mount. and with only a crew of six, They doubted they could handle the battle hardened buccaneers that were probably streaming aboard. They weren't about to risk their lives over cargo. They simply locked themselves up in the command pod and decided to let the pirates help themselves.

down below, the Airlock opened witha hiss of transfered air.
Out stepped, Cale and Raklar, their garb festooned with rags and spare blasters and knifes as befiting space pirates.
their weapons at the ready they slowly scanned the massive hold of the transport. for five minutes nothing happened.
Cale sighed ans holstered his pistol. "Figures. we get all dressed up and no one's even gonna meet us. ah well. Rak, start loading stuff up. Im gonna see if they got a hand truck down here."
"aye captain." the Repiloid grunted as he started hauling crates over to their ship.

after an hour and a half of cargo plundering, they managed to fill the holds of the Red. The Gallofree's crew would hardly feel the loss. afterall, with 19,000 tons of cargo sitting around, a hundred tons or two wouldnt be missed much. The Princess Red disconnected from the ship and made a jump to hyperspace to find a place to hide.
Down in the hold Cale took stock of what they had grabbed, noting it down on his datapad as he opened crates and barrels to examine the contents.
"Great." he muttered. "we got about two hundred tons of war material. nothing really valuable at all."
"well what do you expect on a gallofree?" a voice behind him said. Turning, Cale saw Alinn standing in the doorway."Now, how much is my cut?" she said as she walked into the hold.
"Its not really worth dividing up." Cale said in a disapointed tone. "Most of this stuff we should cache and use ourselves when we need it: MREs, fuel, water, and spare parts. what we could sell are...about 16 tons of blaster powerpacks and a couple AAT engines Rak found somewhere. we got some raw mats too but we wouldn't get much. now we have to find a market that's willing to buy this crap."
he sighed irritably and looked at the girl. "we're going to have to go back to Nal Hutta. But don't worry. I have a plan..."

Mordranna shook her head. "I haven't considered that point. You probably wish to save your men here. We agree on at least that, it seems." She then looked to Cajin. "As soon as he wakes up, we're going to have to get off the ship, and then, I'll take him to the Hope Eagle to get treated." She then regarded her own lightsaber, which was dormant at this time. "Of course, it seems we're on the same page. I don't wish to fight you either. But, if this Serpent of yours shows up, we'd best make it believeable," She then shook her head. "I wish to get off of this ghost ship as soon as possible,"

Nal Hutta. A pit of filth, fat and friendly-fire. A place only the lowest gangster scum reside. They feast on scum, throive on it. The planet was a dump. And Allon was shopping in it.

"How much longer to the Hutt, master?" , said Mag, covered under his rags, so no lowlife tries to buy him.

"We're going shopping, first. This street merchant may be of use."

They approached a toydarian, bearing a jolly look on his face.

"Ah, come in! Welcome to Gopo's shop! Take a look around! I got everything you need, eh. Heh, heh, heh."

"Hello, Gopo." He said in a hearty tone. "We are currently going on a dangerous mission,therefore we shall require weapons. Good weapons."

"Ah, the good ones are always the best ones, eh? But, eh...Costs money though. And look at thee! Thee look like thee were dressed by banthas, eh? How thee gonna pay for this?"

Allon frowned and looked at Gopo square in the eye.
"You will give us free wares. No questions asked."

Gopo breathed heavily and hesitated.
"What're thee doing? I...uh...can go tell the hutts about this!"

"No. You wont."

"Okay. Take all the weapons you want."

As they walked out, Mag, carrying a bag back to the ship, asked Allon,
"Was that a jedi mind trick, master? They don't work on toydarians. Explain, please."

"Jedi mind trick? Allon eye trick! I have a very powerful eye. Has the powers of intimidation. But, that's just a superstition of mine. Always works, though!"

They put the wares back in the ship and suited up, and they set out to find their gasbag Hutt.

Imperius continued pursuit, pausing only to spray more laserfire at the Kapella. They were pulling all sorts of weird tricks now, buit with the Force guiding him, he was able to continue with little damage to his fighter.

Ali'anna finished slaying more crewmen in the last section of the ship with pods. She engaged all but one, sending them scattered in different directions, hurtling through violent space. Even the emergency power was out here, so she had to manually release each pod. When she came to the last one she gathered some of the crewmembers' bodies and their weapons and clambered inside, ejecting from the ship and falling swiftly to Coruscant below.