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(( Agreed. And, here's that fleet! ))

A flash in the distance, just outside of the Yavin system heralded the arrival of a large fleet. Many MC80s and 90s about, as well as a large Super Star Destroyer known as the Lusankya, as well as a host of smaller NRSDs, Corellian Corvettes and Nebulon-B frigates.
In addition, many, many scores of fighters swarmed about the New Republic fleet. Ranging from old stand-bys such as the X and Y-wings, as well as the newer A, B and E-wing models.
"All wings, report in," chimed in the commed command from Rogue Squadron's Wedge Antilles.

What was said among the pirate leaders that day is forever lost to history. But upon returning to their ships and fleets, the Raiders began jumping to hyperspace, all enroute to the same destination. At the front of the pack were the ships of the Darksun Band, leading the way towards wealth and plunder.
Once again, the void around Lameradd was empty and free of activity, save for the drydock station patiently awaiting the fleet's return.

Yavin Space ...

After all fighters were accounted for, Wedge gave the now famous command. "Lock S-foils in attack position,"

Yavin Praxeum ...

"Drako must be a pretty bad dude, huh?" Jax queried Angel.

Drako's Ship ...

Mordranna smugly addressed Drake. "Well, Drako, or whoever you are ... it seems your luck has run out,"

The Lusankya hailed Luke Skywalker in his personal X-wing. "Master Skywalker, I think you need to see this," came the com from her skipper, Admiral Vaynard.
Luke's blood ran cold. "He's serious, Admiral. There's no doubt he'll do it." He then hailed Drako's personal SD. "Greetings, Lord Drako. I am Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master of the Praxeum." He frowned, knowing full well that Drake would make do on his threat. "Of course, we can not allow you in Yavin space any longer. However, we can not allow you to execute Brunhildt. What guarantee have we that you will indeed spare her?"
Another com came from the Lusankya. "Master Skywalker, is this line secure?"
"Yes,"
"I've half a mind to blow the ship to space dust. But I imagine that you wish to save Ms. Brunhildt. Shall we call off the assault?"
Luke merely nodded his head. "Yes. It's too risky,"

(( I don't know, gang. Does that sound, well Luke-ish? Of course, I can always go back and change it. ))

((Hey, my character did exactly what I said he would in his bio. even if it was master yoda, he would have done nothign different. Luke gets attached, hence why Neb, in my opinion, Luke's personal sword to get where he could not.))

Geonosis. A barren, rocky planet. Home to one of the major production facilities in the DSA, currently home to the production line of the JK unit and only recorded place which contained the blueprints to the elusive line of droids which threatened the entire Jedi Order.

Rook had no interest in preserving the order. His problems lie in the preservation of balance, with a slight favor to the republic. The JK line, however, proved a significant enough threat to divert his attention. He could not have risked warning the order about the impending attack on Yavin, a mere test run of the new droids, or risk his confidant's secrecy.

But the past is over at this point. Now, the shuttle had landed, and Rook needed a way in. That isn't exactly difficult, since he managed to smuggle himself onto the planet. Getting off would be far more difficult, but he only needed to reach the ring of geonosis in approximentally three standard hours. More than enough time to prepare sabotague and make things go boom...

((......You know i left the other ships behind because once Drake made it out nothing would have stopped the fighters from coming at the other ships and takeing them down. Plus with a SSD in the way only a few would be jumping out at a time. And Neb... am i just letting you blow it...? Or do i have some one there to at least give you s**t and try and stop you? ))

Drake looked down at his captive. She might as well talked to a replicator droid. Picking her up he moved her to the door and let her walk.

" ............Tell me.... If master wants his rule... and the jedi have theirs.... who is right?.....Who says who can and cannot rule?.... And why?.... Why can only the republic rule?..........." Drake walked with her. His large body making an echo down the hall.

Several dozen Lightyears removed from Brentaal, A massive fleet floated in the void. Corvettes, frigates, cruisers, and destroyers hung in the darkness, seemingly ready for a fight.
That is, if you did not notice the empty gun ports.
This was the New Republic's Ringalli Shell Mothball Yard, the dumping ground for the decomissioned ships of the navy. Here they would wait, preserved by the void of space and the ocasional maintenance team until they were called up for recomssioning, donation, purchase, or scrap. As of now, the yard held many new additions, the result of the New Republic's latest fleet upgrades. Captured Imperial Star Destroyers shared space with obsolete Mon Cal Cruisers and the parts and supplies from a dozen different prior residents formed rings of surplus around the largest of the ships.
The Few guard stations that watched the Yard were relatively underarmed. heavy defenses were pointless when you were guarding only outated and unarmed warships, especially when the Sector Fleet headquarters was just a hyperjump away. Secrecy was the main defense of the Yard, for every year the fleet was tugged to a new location, and there was alot of open space a few dozen light years from Brentaal, enough to make looking for it too much of a hassel if you didnt already know where you were going.
A KDY Class 100 cruiser hyped in and began floating towards the Yard, Broadcasting the necessary codes to permit legal entry into the Yard's perimeter...