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Before, Neb's words were like tibanna gas in a fusion core: fuel. It was only when he made the remark about the emperor did he realize that he needed to set his priorities straight. For the time being, Drako was the first priority. A Jedi he could kill anytime. After all, he was no direct threat to him. It was simply...a long history of vengence. Imperius switched off the lightsaber and calmed himself.

"You're right, Jedi. Drako will be defeated today. We may fight for different sides, our goals may be different, and these men may die for us, but as of right now, our priorities are similar. Let's eradicate Drako, and then we can fight this battle as we should."

"Admiral: status?" Mordranna calmly requested, via comlink. In the past few minutes, more troop shuttles have landed aboard the orbital foundry, with her sending squads to all possible entrances.
"They seem to either be getting desparate, or they're running out of droids, General,"
"What do you mean, admiral?"
"They've just launched TIEs, ma'am. And, apparently, they're not doing that good of a job,"
Mordranna puzzled over the newest development. "It seems as though they saved their human personell for last," She then turned to the comm. "Have all fighters rout the TIEs," and, while she would authorize deadly force, it didn't mean that she liked it. "By whatever means necessary,"
"You got it, general,"

She then gathered the officers amongst the commandoes. "Here's the plan. I shall now rejoin the battle outside. Have your squads cover each airlock. Dismantle any droids on sight, and stun any humans that enter, unless, of course, I personally authorize it."
"Any questions?"
The commando officers nodded their assent. "May the Force be with you,"

Mordranna then launched, returning to the fray in space. She was at once pleased and saddened as a Victory class destroyer was awash in flames and explosions, the doomed ship launching it's escape pods. Elsewhere, an Impstar and an MC80 locked in mortal combat, both tearing into each other with the full force of their turbolasers. And, all around, TIEs and various Republic fighters traded fire. And of course, she had some targets of her own. She fired her cannons, blasting away a TIE Interceptor. And, in another blast, vaporized one of the last Vulture fighters.

Drako finished repairing Drake's arm and and shield.

" Hrmm? Well....looks like Angels hate for me is growing. "

Drako reached out and pulled from that anger.

" I will use that anger and kill her. " Drako laughed and the two walked slowly into the dark.

Imperius shook his head.

Coward.

"Our fight began the day we met."

Imperius turned towards the Jedi temple ruins and charged his way there.

The Uniformed officers and flanking stormies aproached the band of pirates. The Stormtroopers held their weapons to their chests, fully capable of blasting the molty quartet in a moments notice.
The Admiral stepped forward and cast an experienced gaze across the group.
"Which of you is Cale Darksun?" He asked.
Cale stepped forward. "That would be me. And you are?"
"Admiral Gilad Pellaeon, Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet." He motioned to the younger captain. "This is Captain Ardiff, the man who's ship you're current;y parked in.
Alinn and Rak seemed somewhat suprised to learn who the Admiral was. Cambot was just silently observing and had no thought on the matter. If Cale was impressed, he didn't show it.
"Nice ship you have here Ardiff. All neat and shiny. 'Course I'd keep it that way too if my boss was looking over my shoulder all the time. At any rate, I'd like my cash for the loot I brought you. I got operating fees to keep."
Pellaeon nodded to Ardiff, who drew a data pad from his pocket. he slid a blank credit transfer card into the machine, typed up a number and then handed the CTC card to Cale.
Cale took the card and pocketed it. "Thank you very much. Now, while we're here, is there anything else we can do for the Imperial Armed Forces?"
Pellaeon arched an eyebrow. "Rather eager to make yourself useful Mr.-"
"Captain. I own and operate my own ship and plus I have a starship license. So that makes me in the eyes of the Law a captain. C'mon Admiral, you should be up on this. Its basic starship knowledge."
"-Captain Darksun." Pellaeon continued without missing a beat." As it stands, the fleet has nothing more for you to do than continue with your raiding. But I do have a few restrictions on that raiding that you will have to apply by."
"Im listening."
Pellaeon nodded to Ardiff and the Captain stepped up. he looked upon his data pad and read off a list of rules.
"You will not attack, raid, or harm civillian ships, vessels, or targets of any kind. You will only attack targets belonging to the Federation of Sith Loyalists or the New Republic. This includes but is not limited to cargo ships, military vessels, Space stations, and on planet resource facilities. You will supply the Imperial fleet with the cargoes you capture in exchange for a preset percentage of the cargo's value payable in credits, services, or material as what the Empire has available. You are not to harm the crews of captured prizes, and lethal force shall only be aplied when you are left no other option. We are willing to offer a reward for captured Federation officerd depending upon rank, escpecially former imperial officers. Breaking of these rules will result in termination of our buisness arrangement."
Ardiff looked up at Cale. "Captain Darksun, do you understand the conditions of our buisness arrangement?"
Cale nodded. "yes."
"Do you still wish to work in a privateer capacity for the Empire?"
"Yes, under one condition.' Cale said.
Ardiff looked to Pellaeon questioningly. "Sir?"
Pellaeon kept his gaze locked on Cale. "What is your condition Captain Darksun?"
"I want some very specific information regarding Imperial activites on Karhtonas."
Pellaeon thought this over for a moment, then he addressed Cale again. "First Captain Darksun, you will have to prove to me you're capable of what we're asking of you. Impress me, and then we'll grant you that information you want."
Cale smiled confidently. "Is that it?" he asked.
Pellaeon arched an eyebrow. "Did I set the bar a little too low for you Captain? I could easily raise it."
"No no Admiral. That works just fine. It will prove a bit of a challenge. and I like the occasional challenge."
"Very well then." Pellaeon said.
Ardiff stepped toward Cale and held out his datapad and a writting syllus. "We will need you to look over and sign this Letter of Marque." Cale did so and handed the pad back to the man. "Excellent. Welcome to the Empire Captain Darksun."
Cale frowned a tad. "Im only looting for you boys. aside from that I really don't want much to do with you."
"Fair enough." Ardiff glanced over Cale's shoulder and then looked back to the outlaw. "Well, it seems that my men have finished unloading your cargo, so we will now part ways. Good luck captain, and happy hunting." The Caotain turned on his heel and followed the Admiral, who was proceeding on his way back to the hangar door.
Before they got to far, Cale called out to Pellaeon. "Nice to see your fortunes have imporved since Endor, Pellaeon. From 1st officer to Supreme Commander in just 12 years. Not to shabby."
Pellaeon stopped and turned back to look at Cale with a curious face. He sighed and faced the door infront of him. "Sometime, Captain, we will have to compare notes on Endor. I would not say my fortunes have improved that much. Rather I just have more to worry about."
With that, Admiral Pellaeon returned to the bridge.

Moments later, the two ships parted ways.

A blast was heard near the doors of Vogira the Hutt's palace. Soon, many gamhorreans were speedin towards the entry doors, but being shot before making a move. Allon and Mag casually walked in the throne room. Mag went in front of the crowd and his extendable arms made a barrier around them. Allon and Vogira looked at each other square in the eyes. Suddenly, the band got involved in the moment and played something resembling western music. Vogira grabbed a rifle in his greasy hands. They both took a long pause before Vogira fired a blast. Allon rolled and dodged it and shot two blasts between his eyes. Mag slammed his arms against the crowd and they both as casual as always walked away. As soon as they got back to the ship they left Nal Hutta. For good.

The Blue and white tunnel of hyperspace rolled around the tubular cockpit canopy of the Auric Runner as Cale took a pull on his flask.
Seen it a thousand times. its always the same, yet always different. He mused as he stared at the tunnel.
He heard someone walk into the cockpit and cranked his head back to see Rak try and seat himself in one of the human sized bridge chairs.
"Sorry bout that big guy. we'll have to get an upgrade in our next port of call." Cale told him as he chucked the flask to the big reptile.
Rak nodded and drained the flask in one gulp, much to Cale's chagrin. The Barabel tossed the flask to Cale and grunted a question.
"Now what?"
"Now," Cale answered, "we prove ourselves to Pellaeon. once we win him over, not only will we probably get a better deal on our prizes, but I'll get that info I want."
"And how," a Female voice called from the door way, "Are you going to manage that?"
"Simple. We get him back one of his missing capships."
There was a brief pause.
"You're not drunk are you?" Alinn finally asked.
"Slightly yes." Cale admitted. "But thats not the point. The point is that we're going to attack, board, and capture, a Feddie cap ship. And the best part of it is that we're not going to die while doing it." Cale leaned back in his seat and looked supremely smug.
"Nice. Excuse me for maintaining my skepticism." Alinn told him. "Care to enlighten us on your super plan?"
"Gladly. Listen up. Right now I got Cambot over there checking holonet bulletins for battles that are occuring right now. we find one, use the old asteroid trick in the spacelane the shortest distance from Feddie territory, and drag a retreating and wounded Cap ship out of hyperspace. While it's getting its bearings, we open up with the torps and big guns, blow out any remaining defense and communication systems, and then we board it."
"Surviving crew?"Rak asked, interested in Cale's plan yet a bit skeptical as well.
"Glad you asked that Rak. Between you, me, and the skinny girl-"
"Hey!"
"-we ought to be able to handle a bunch of naval academy drop outs."
"Smart a** remarks about my body mass aside, what about the troops they carry?" Alinn asked.
"What, Battledroids? oh I got something special planned for them. Ive been waiting a long time to use this trick and now is as good as any."
"Found something Captain. Theres a battle in Coruscanti space, a major Fedderation offensive."
Cale arched an eyebrow. "What, again?"

((probably droids. think super battledroids))