The stolen cruiser suddenly dropped out hyperspace directly behind the pleasure yacht and opened up with its foreward torpedo tubes on the shields. Imediatly afterwards, the laser turrents took out the engines when the rear shield were knocked down. On the bride Djorn was giving orders. "Order the cruiser to stand down and surrender immidiatly. Tell it to power down all weapons, and stand by for a boarding party. I am going to get into the fighter and launch to see if it puts up any resistance. Prepare the boarding ships." He then turned and marched out towards the hanger. Then, four TIE Interceptors shoot out from the ship.

"I.. I'm the captain sir." a nervous looking man repsponded.

"Captain, where are all of the valuables and cargo kept on this crate anyways?"

"That would be in the personal cabins then."

"Where are the richest passengers here then?"

"That would be in the first class section at quadrent 2."

"Good, my thanks you captain." With that he turned smartly and marched out the door.

As he ran down towards quadrent 2, he fired of at a few indviduals to have them get their heads down. When he reached quadrent two he shot anyoe in their cabins and took anything valuable they had.

When he was doen he sprinted back to his fighter and detached it. As he did a sharp dive-thurn away he flicked his comm over.

"Marshall, the title is captain. I belive I told you earlier but it is forgivin. I am detached so you may leave whenever you like. Then we may meet on my ship. Over."

As he cut the comm, I flew over to the cruiser.

"Raiders 2, 3, and 4, what is your status?"

"We are at green health all around, sir."

"Very good, now head to docking bay 2. We have a vistor coming in with me in bay 1. Over"

"Rojor that Captain."

He start out throught the small door at the far right corner of the room. As he proceeded down the hallway he started talking with the Marshall.

"So Marshall, what is your name? And what is this ship/walker that you call the MystLynx?"

He turned into a large room, with nice furniture and a long table. There was a cup at each chair and a minbar at the left corner.

Medan took a long pull of his cigar and accepted the crystal tumbler and glass, pouring himself a generous portion. After wetting his throat, he continued.

"Two shoulder mounted, thirty six slot, three hundred and twenty degree firing arc missle turrets. Takes my own special blend of Hellfire and Thunderer missles, fully equipped with hull piercing capabilities. Both arms equipped with firing ports for my slugs. Soft point, exploding shell, canister, hull peircing, and tracers bullets coming from a quick-release bandolet in her collarbone. Garunteed fluid transition, never stopped up." Medan described in a raspy voice.

"Block three hyperdrive integrated above her Clantech jump jets. Allowed me to travel a better part of the known galaxy."

He fliped out his commlink, and switched to a differnt frequency.

"Salvage ship three, please go out and get the intercpetors remains."

"Aye Captain, will do."

"Now where were we. Ah yes, the fighter. Sometime later I suppose. Now about that contract."

He stops speaking and pulls out a data sheet.

"While we were flying in, I took the liberty of drafting up a contract. it may need some editing but you should look it over."

Contract

This contract states that we, Marshall Medan and Captain Djorn, will partake in this business arangement, in which the marshall shall find the jobs using any contacts he has or may find. Then the Indefeatable will jump in to act as heavy fire support. The Raiders will partaske in looting any and all goods and belongings that they see fit with the exception of the items or persons the Marshall needs to fufil the job arrangement.

I hand him the document and continue...

"Your MystLynx sounds like a very fine machine. It apears to have very good firepower. The only weakness I can see in it is the limited manueverabilty compared to that of a fighter. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems that it has very few manuevering thrusters?

"So what do you think of the contract?"

"This seems acceptable Captain," I said while sipping my brandy,"we may have to go over the details at another time though. For now I suggest a toast to our new partnership!"

Being carefull not to spill any brandy in my large glass, I raise it and slowly and hit the Captains glass.

It turns out that I had recieved a load of about 50 gems and a crate full of credit notes. The full load totaled somewaht close to 200,000 credits in gems and another 50 grand in cred notes.

A few minutes later, after the salvage ship returned with a wing at two viewports from the interceptors, the cruiser lept into hyperspace.

"Tactical Report."

"The planet is mostly barren. There appears to be few people on the planet and almost nothing worth hitting."

"Very well. Please scan all of the leaving ships in the other close planets. If I remember correctly, we are in the Diamond of the sith. Scan for any ships leaving any other planets in the diamonds. Actually, scratch that. Scan the other three planets that make up the diamond. Let me know if any ships that show sings of running because of valauble cargo, or have heavy defenses to protect their cargo. Let us use these specialized scanners taht we worked hard to earn, people."

He then sank back into the chair and thought.

He and Medan were yet to see if they would make up a good team. He was a good pilot, Medan was a good soldier. Only time would tell if they would cooperate enough to make it work. Until then he would be on his guard.

He then ordered a list of parts that were stored on board. A few minutes later, an aide appeared with the list on hand.

Invintory List

two tie interceptor wings
four transparesteel cockpits
one tie cockpit
sixteen square feet of steel
one tie bomber fuesalage
six laser cannons
two proton torpedo tubes
four ion cannons

He tapped a butten and the list updated itself.

Parts needed

two laser cannons
four ion guns
twelve square feet of steel
four tie interceptor wings
one tie bomber fuesalage
one tie cockpet

"Thank you. Please scan for any debrie taht matches this criteria. I will be in my quarters."

Jamming the comm button Medan heard the smooth voice fill his cockpit. "Well, well. You do seem to be in a pickle now. Seeing as how your contact is dead, the deals off."

"What the heck! You signed a contract! You can't back out on me know!" Medan replied furiously.

"I can and I will. In addition, I want this to stay under the lid. Field Marshall Medan, the feds are coming for you and your assistant." The voice stopped short and the comm powered off.

"How does he know my name?" Medan thought curiously. While the Marshall pondered, the feds pressed in forming a circle around him. The droids opened a round of blasters charring the mechs decorative blue paint. "Son of a!" Medan brought down his HUD with dexterious fingers moving with practiced grace. Surveying the damage while bringing his weapons online Medan noticed he had been hit with a tick. Nasty buggers used by crack commando teams enabled quicker lock on time, tracks with acute precision, and renders cloaking useless.

His double barrle guns blazing at the droids, Medan brought on jump-jets and powered them up. Switching to Thunderers, Medan shot off two at the crowding droids.

Breaking atmo, Medan reflected on his stay at the planet.

"Sir, it appears that the MystLynx is coming out of orbit and heading towards us to land"

As I stirred out of my sleep, I rubbed my eyes and yawned.

"All right. All right. Open the hanger that is closest to his current heading and hail him towards it. And have you found any wreckage yet?"

"No sir, no wreckage that matches your specifications that you left us."

"All right. I'm up. Which docking bay is he at?"

"Docking bay three, sir."

"All right. I will meet him there."

"Oh yeah. And tell a maintenance crew to head over and help him with the repairs."

"I just didn't see it coming," Medan thought out loud as the captain moved closer,"Why? Why to my baby?"

Grief stricken, Medan laid down flat his eyes closed, his face painting a sad picture indeed.

Going over to the comm station, he radiod the bridge.

"Please launch in a short blind jump. Jump as soon as possible."

The tech team that he had ordered then walked through the door and saluted him.

"At ease. The Major here has picked up a tick. I don't know how but it was from the feds. If they find us then, they will try and take this cruiser. So you need to either disable it or get rid of it. Do what ever you have to without damaging the mech."

"Aye, sir."

While the tech team was working on the mech, I heard the distinctive sounds of a hyperdrive powering up and suddenly, we were gone.

KEEL DOBA
IMPERIAL DATA BASE RESRITIONS
PLEASE ENTER PASSCODE

As he pulled out the security cammera vid tapes, he pulled out one of the bridge.

When he zoomed in on the console, he saw one tech entering in the passcode for the computer database.

PASSCODE: ANGELS DREAM

PASSCODE ACCEPTED.

AS he scanned the planets size, climate, ect. he saw a note at the end.

KEEL DOBA HAS BEEN ALIVE WITH SITH ACTIVITY LATElY. IT HAS BEEN BLOCKADED BUT DESTROYERS AND OTHER LIGHT SHIPS ARE NEEDED. IN ROUTE ARE THE INDOMITABLE, The INTIMIDATOR, AND THE INDEFEATABLE.

So that was were this ship was headed for. ANd thats why it had access to this high, top secret information.

Navigator, plot us a course for these cordinates...

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