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Neb had managed by now to inspect the senatorial chambers and help evacuate any personel that still should have been. The skies were mostly controlled over this part of the planet by Republic forces still, according to the coms. The senators were also set to flee instead of fight anyway, and their escorts could very well handle any of those pesky fighters that decided to pull an assassination attempt.

But, with the promise made by Neb, he was unable to help the armies on the ground, which were sadly unable to compensate for the sheer numbers that landed. A promise made is a promise kept, and Neb even considered Battle Meditation, but even that was fighting in his opinion, so he was forcibly unable to do much to aid the army. Except one thing.

"We must make a retreat. Get all personel off the planet. This fight is lost. We cannot waste more lives here. Send the orders."

With the message sent, Republic forces started blowing the bridges, roads, and various other structures to hinder the advancing armies, and destroyed the aircraft cannons. All possible structures that could help the enemy was scuttled, as craft rose like a swarm, and entered the space above.

Neb's craft was not found amongst the fleeing soldiers. However, at the infamous ship owned by Boba Fett, a small note was left, with a note addressed to "The Senator and his wonderful Secretary" with a set of coordinates, and a stamp upon the note that resembled the markings of the Kapella...

"As usual, you avoid the question. It's a pity Drako. We once fought together rather than against each other. But alas, it's your choice" Imperius said, clucking his tounge to the roof of his mouth.

"And this is what you chose.." Imperius trailed off, before blasting Drako with Force lightning.

Sitting on a moon not to far from the fight, Junta sat listening to his music.

" Hrmm...."

Blue bust into the room. " SIR!! Drako has orders for us to attack coruscant! "

" ....He wants us now?! Fine.....Get every one to there stations. We leave now! "

" Orders are to attack after republic forces leave. "

" Right.....call in our forces. We will need all the help we can get."

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Angel started to wonder why Drake seemed to be trying to drag the fight out into more of a hide and seek game, then it dawned on her. " Of course, the longer it takes us to deal with this machine, the more time Drako has to fight Phoenix one-on-one. Still, we can't ignore the thing as long as its a threat. Trying to help Fett a little, she used the Force to send some debris after the rocket to prevent the blast from dispersing, hoping by containing it, it'll have a stronger effect on Drake, as the machine would be the only thing it could reach.

As the ground began crumbling under him, Imperius double flipped out of Drako's grasp and plunged his lightsaber backwards towards him. He then grabbed the lightdagger and hurled it towards Drako's arm.

Neb had ordered the retreat, and by the time he finally got to space, he was glad he did so. The black ball had moved from its postion, and began firing upon the fleet itself, at least, what remained.

Neb punched in the coordinates and said nothing, watching ship after ship disappear from coruscanti space. He had other matters to attend to. Within seconds, not a single republic ship remained, including the Kapella.

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"I wonder how command will take the loss. Its not like you to retreat though, Neb," Hudson stated.

"No worries. We'll just get them later. I've finished my preparations. And now, we shall go find the last shard now, shall we?"

After accounting for the rest of Squire squadron, and stowing her own fighter aboard the Hope Eagle, Mordranna gave the command to it's crew to go to hyperspace, as per Neb's orders.

"Boss, what in the name of Corellia's Nine Hells is that thing?" Daron Zel, aka Squire Three warily inqured.
Mordranna shook her head. "Whatever it is, it looks to be a black hole generator."
She then had the members of the makeshift Squire squadron enter the briefing room. "We worked well with what we had, and that is to be commended. Everyone, you held your own well,"
"But we also lost fighters, ma'am," came the morose comment of Squire Four.
Mordranna nodded. "An unfortunate fact of war," she calmly stated. "And, I will personally see to it that those lost in the fight will have next of kin notified, as well as other arrangements."
Squire Two raised his hand.
"Yes?" Mordranna inquired.
"I just want to say that you're right, boss. And, that the fact that we are here, counts for something, right?"
"Of course," Mordranna replied. Despite the somber circumstances, she couldn't help but feel as though she were a teacher in class, as opposed to retreating from a bloody battle. While she didn't necessarily smile, she didn't frown either, carrying a neutral, calm expression. "Naturally, war is indeed serious business. And, it's the job of people like me to see to it that as many of you as possible get to go home to your loved ones as soon as possible. Of course, I would rather have had no casualties, but, unfortunately, that can not be helped, even with the best of planning. That being said, I must adopt my strategies to see to it that there are as little casualties as possible." She then paused. "That's about all I have for now. If there are no more questions, I shall meditate on the Squire's training excersizes,"

And, no further questions were to be asked at that time, with the Squires content for now. Thus, Mordranna peeled off her flightsuit, and hit the 'fresher. Afterwards, she donned a clean robe, and cuddled her panda plushie as she set to meditate.