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Kefka ignored the question. Underneath the armor, she couldn't be that old. She had to be a new recruit. Kef'ka new that there were no female clonetroopers created. Of course, there was the short lived Band of Vode. They were another story.

***

Major Sigma-881 had changed a lot. Gone was the red psuedo-Mandalorian armor he once wore. Gone was the red armor of the Homeworld Security Command. Sigma-881 was once the membor of an elite group of clones. An elite group of clones that was disbanded, on a mere whim. Because "advanced" commandos were created. For the length of the Clone Wars, at least Sigma was allowed to lead a few units. Once the New Order came, he was given standard white armor, and he vanished into the expanding Stromtrooper Corps. And now, he stood here, the subordinate to a recruit who came much later than him. And he stood, staring down at the face of his own son. There was no doubt about it. He hadn't seen him since he was forced off of Coruscant. Kefka had been but 3 years old. And Sigma had left, never to see his own son again. But there was too much clone in him, and even intermingled with the DNA of a Chandrillan, Jango Fett's DNA was obvious to anyone with his DNA in himself.

Sigma showed no emotion. That was because his face was covered by an obstrusive white helmet. Underneath the helmet was a twisted face, sickened at the fact that he had left his own son. That his own son was now working against him. That his own son was about to be sent to the spice mines of Kessel.

He had to stop it.

"Where do you want the Rebel?" Sigma asked through the filtered helmet.

((i was thinking that Sigma is transferred to watch the detention block on Kessel?))

Kefka just stared up at the stormtroopers. They were evil. And yet there was something about the familar one. But it must have been the animation sickness.

**

"Right away, major." Something inside him made him say that. Part of him screamed an opportunity to help his son. The son that didn't know who he was. And yet part of him wanted to object. The part of him that was independent. The part of him that still belonged to the Band of Vode. The part of him that wanted to object to being sent to Kessel.

Sigma-881 nodded at another stormtrooper who picked up Kefka on a stretcher and loaded him into a small Lambda-class shuttle.

Several days had passed. Ruby had performed their mission in another sector of the galaxy, Orrin did not really give much hoot. The "liberated" sentinel-class shuttle found its way to the hangar of the frigate, and the time to spring the spies was upon Emerald's shoulders, much to the relief and dismay of Ruby.

"Everyone will be needed somewhere on this mission. We will drop in from hyperspace approxiamentally here," Icharus briefed, pointing out a spot on the holoprojector. "The Imperials will be noted to our presence if we screw any part of this entry up, and the later they see us, the more time we gain. There are four prisons we should visit, according to our intelligence, which suggest that our spies are there. However, I am not fully sure of the accuracy of these claims, as intelligence is already a week old. We will first have to destroy the power generators to shut down the shield generators protecting the prisons, and hopefully the security systems inside the prison. Any questions so far?"

"Apparently, these are some of our more.... proficient spies that have worked with us for years. Some date back to Krant and the Rebel missions before Yavin IV. It is important to know that several of these spies managed to discover some vital information to key breakpoints in several systems we could exploit. Apparantly, the Imperials made note of the fact several systems have been troubling them, and all we need to do is give a little effort, and the people will lend their aid to our cause. As you have already seen with the example of Mon Calimari, such things are possible."

Orrin took one more step, before remembering another fact. "Also, Ruby squadron pulled a job like this. I'm not exactly egotistical, but letting them take the job again because we 'thought it was too dangerous' makes for an easy rumor about cowardice. Any other questions, or shall I continue onto the flight assignments and extraction routes?"

"Basically. Blow the generators, rescue the prisoners, and blast out of there. However, we haven't been able to really send the word that we are coming, so you guys are going to have to fly cover as the rescue squads manually open the doors. Of course, that's why we have to assault the primary prison first, if at all possible, so that we can narrow this thing down to as few prisons as possible. We can't rescue all of kessel..."

"Save your enthusiasm for the battle, ma'am," Orrin retorted, and as formal as possible, as he no longer was on equal footing with Zendia. "The approach will not be easy. Even with the sentinel's armor, Emerald has to destroy the generators and any base defense along the transport's path within about two minutes, or there's a good chance we won't be able to get through at all."

He brought up a map of the area. "The main complex is on the southern side of the matrix which this facility is built. A pair of fighters can guard the shuttle, throwing off any TIEs. A trio should be on point up ahead, destroying any missle or turbolaser emplacements which may be there. Everyone else should approach from the west, and destroy the Generators. What also needs to be done is destroy the communciations array on the top of the main complex, which is protected by the shields. Your squad leader will assign your position. I will be piloting the shuttle, since I also must brief the ground soldiers. Since we cannot spare any other fighters, we'll all be resigned to x-wings. Any further questions?"

((reread the briefing. I've got shuttle duty.))

"Then it is settled. Report to the hangar in an hour," Orrin stated, shutting the hologram down, and exiting the room to enter the other briefing room, where the troopers would already be preparing for their briefing.