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"Nice arent they? For over twenty years those babies have defined the Multi role battleship. even today a Mark 1 ISD is considered a tough ship to take down."
The suprisingly nimble transport continued on past the ships of the fedderation ship and for the most part was ignored. ocasionally some capital ship would pass a scan over them, but, finding nothing unusual for a salvage ship, turned back to its own buisness.

"Its a little soon for that. we have to make it past the gravity well and not draw attention." Cale said as he maneuvered the ship around the nose of another SD. "we're almost to the end of the fleet. brace for a Charlie Bravo situation."

"It means Cluster Bomb. its a polite version of a Cluster ********. need me to elaborate on that?"

"Not for us it won't be. This baby may have top of the line weapons and a kick a** shield system, but against the concentrated firepower of the Fed fleet we're toast. Ok, set the Nav Computer for those preprogrammed coordinates."
The shuttle slid through the last frigate in the fleet and just steadily kept moving forward on an outbound flight plan.

"Can it, you're starting to make me paranoid." Cale said as he aited for the Nav computer to confirm the coordinates. "Theres no way they could have known this ship was about to be hijacked, and theres no way they could have place some kind of tracking becon on it...as much as I'd hate to say it this is almost too easy."
The Nav computer confirmed the coordinates and the ship made the jump.

After Angel recovered enough, she followed the Dark Lord's trail through the Force, though when she arrived at the library, he had already left. She was about to turn to leave when a datapad with the name Syricia caught her eye. Looking at it, she found it contained a family tree linking back to a Jedi Master several generations ago. " Huh, so I'm descended from a Jedi... and these must be my real parents... Wait, what's this? ... I have a brother!? " she was shocked beyond belief. It was crystal clear. She had a twin brother who she had never met. " Damon and Angel Syricia were seperated at birth and never knew their parents. The seperation was needed because their mother was about to die and their father was enlisted in the Empire. Angel was given to a family friend whose family adopted her, though they let her retain her true family's name, and Damon was raised by their uncle. Angel's adopted family unfortunately perished in the crossfire of a battle over Korriban, and Angel is presumed dead. Damon survived a raid at his uncle's residence and joined the Jedi Order. " Looking over other minor details, she learns her brother, Damon, is listed as the only survivor of their bloodline, but his location remains a mystery. " Hmm... so my brother is the only one left of my real family. Everyone else was either killed or just died. But where is he? There's so much I need to know... " Looking back over the ones listed as killed, she learns that each case was an Imperial attack. She then realizes her fortune of meeting the Dark Lord for the 1st time on her shore leave to Coruscant so long ago. " The Imps at the academy knew who I really was... They knew I had the potential of becoming a problem so they devised a plan to have me go on a mission once I got back that I wouldn't be able to survive. Those huttslime barves will pay for what they've done to my family! " she thought. As if on cue, Punishment started to glow faintly where the word was inscribed. Having a new goal set for her, she leaves the library and coms R1, who brings the Sundered Rose to her. Once onboard, she takes off after the Dark Lord, once again following him through the Force. " Once I've helped him enough to where he can continue on his own for a while, I need to hunt down a few certain Imperial veterans... " she thought.

(( Yeah I know, total Ep 3 rip about the twin seperation, and the names Damon and Angel are a bit corny. The main point here is that I'm foreshadowing a plot for Angel when we get to the 3rd RP. ))

She jumped to her feet. "This ship! The ones onboard!"

"Did you clearly state that they should be thrown out of the ship, and not simply into some kind of trash recepticle where they could gain consciousness and contact anyone?" A slight edge entered her voice, and she hoped she was only panicking over nothing.