"Attention everyone.", Noric said over a comlink reporting to everyone in the fleet,"If rumors are true Darth Wicked and his fleet are over the world of Yavin IV holding the Jedi hostage. We must free the Jedi. It depends on us to free them. Supposedly Grand Admiral Thrawn leads Wicked's fleet. If this rumor is true. This will not be easy. May the Force be with us."

He pointed to some personel and sone the mottled sky of hyperspace moved into lines of straight light into pinpoints of stars.

"Attention this is General Cariv Noric. We request to speak with the leader of the fleet..."

His hands clasped behind his back, his gaze blood curdling and unwavering, "Dearest General, by the current Republic Treaty Section 128 paragraph 12, we are in no way breaking any law. The 7th Imperial Fleet is merely making routine checks of this sector. There was a problem that had arose with a Sith Lord and so we stayed in planetary circulation in case the Jedi where in need of assistance."

At that moment, a monstrosity of a ship could be detected on every single Radar within a 5 planet radius. It was as larger than 3 Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyers, solid black dropping out of hyperspace by Yavin II. It had 4 Victory II Star Destroyers docked within it! And the accompanyment of nearly 100 Squadrons of various TIE's. And at that... Thrawn awaited a response.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn I respect you and your fleet but it seems that you have stopped people from leaving and entering the planet. You have also stopped all communications from this planet. You must leave or stay here peacefully. If you stay here you must let all traffic enter and leave the planet and must open up communications once agian. I hope to have your cooperation in this matter. I know that neither of us wants to have to repair our ships now would we?"

Reaching the docking bay he took a solid black ship, no larger than a TIE-Avenger. Shields up, cloaking device on, weapons online. He broke from the clutches of the ship and made his way stealthly to Yavin IV...

Leaving his gaze upon the man, he showed no facial expressions, he had figured the man out. His tactics where that of what he had faced multiple times over. No consistancy, no chance of making a pattern. And that leads to mistakes. And so, if it should come down to a battle there would be noquestioning the victor....

Noric flipped of the communications with Thrawn and let out a sigh. He seemed to be up to no good. He would not dare attack him if he didn't have to. Thrawn was a genius and was someone to be avoided at all costs. Him and Darth Wicked's little monstrosity would not be good either...it could be brought down though. That was for sure. He would need a way out of this. He looked over at his communications officer and nodded to him.

"Set me up contact with Jeroc Mahoy at the Jedi Temple."

"Yes sir.", the officer said crisply. This showed how much his officers respected him.

In minutes communications with the Jedi were open. Thrawn had taken his shroud over communications off the worlds. The man always tried to look like he was stickin to his word.

"General Noric how good to see that you are hear...I'm not guessing you came here to visit",said Jeroc Mahoy from the vid screen.

"No that will have to be later,"said Noric with a smile,"what I need now is completely business. I have an understanding that one by the name of Admiral Actar is there? Is he not?"

"Why yes I beleive he is still here...he has not been spotted around the temple much."

"Would it be alright if I speak to him?"...

"How may I be of service General?"

The silence was broken from a transmission recieved by Admiral Kitler; "Lord Wicked, sir, we have recieved word from Grand Admiral Thrawn that a General Noric is insisten upon the 7th Imperial Fleet taking their leave or opening all methods of transportation and communication once more..." Admiral Kitler had been working with the Dark Lord for some time now, he knew how things worked and to let him reply before asking another thing.

Sighing lightly, Wicked closed his eyes for but a split second, quickly reopening them. "Send word to Thrawn that he is to take the 7th Imperial Fleet to my temple, and await further orders." Admiral Kitler replied with but; "Yes Lord Wicked." and then the transmission was broken.

Lord Wicked hopped off his ship and closed his eyes, he lifted roughly a foot off the ground, attired now in nothing but a black flightsuit, his arms raised to his sides, an aura slowly forming around him until it finally had coated his entire body, and at that point a small flash exploded around him and his form was gone.

He stood smack dab in the center of the late lord Kun's temple. His ashen black hair falling to his mid back, his eyes darkening lightly, dropping to a navy hue. Closing his eyes, he probed the minds of a few whom were in the Jedi Praxeum, his eyes moving under the closed lids, until finally he reached Admiral Actars mind... "Do not make the slightest notion to the Jedi that you can hear me. Act normal and speak as if nothing has changed. I have a mind barrier up so unless you let Jeroc Mahoy take note everyone will be none the wiser. If you hadn't guessed, I am Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Wicked. Now, I know a certain secret about you that others do not... even the Jedi Master has no clue, ah... but I can sense it. I would be very pleased if you would finish up whatever business matters you have left at the Praxeum. Then make your leave, and I will contact you again..."

Without hesitation he closed every connection, dropping the barrier. A light smirk spread acrossed his lips as he opened his eyes once more, a new plan was in motion...

Ever so quietly a knock came upon the doors to his quarters, "Enter..." he spoke. Light footsteps could be heared upon the durasteel floors, and then after a quiet cough, a man spoke up; "Grand Admiral Thrawn, his lordship Lord Wicked has sent word that we are to accompany the 7th Imperial Fleet back to his Temple and await further orders. Admiral Kitler has already made the jump fo...." the man was broke off in mid-sentence as Thrawn spoke; "Admiral Kitler concerns me not General. He is but another lacky of the dispicible Sith. How Wicked got him enlisted as an Admiral in the Empire is a mystery that no art can answer. Have Admiral Sollace contact General Noric, inform him that we will be leaving. And then set coordinates for Coruscant... oh... and please have the Eclipse-class SSD's, Republic Aftermath, Rebellions Fall, and Chimera III drop two AT-AT's, 6 AT-ST's and 5 squads of Stormtroopers upon Yavin. Then we will make the jump for Coruscant, but inform the 7th Imperial Fleet to set coordinates for Khar Delba."

The General didn't know what to make of Thrawn's orders... he contemplated for a moment and then; "Grand Admiral, that is an order of treason!" A light sigh escaped Thrawn as he swivvled in his chair to face the general, his red slits for eyes glowing radiantly under the dimly lit quarters; "General, I know what the order is. We will drop from Hyperspace at Coruscant before the Jedi can make contact with the New Republic, and by the time that they do we will have already tightened our grip with the New Republic as we will have reported this an act of Lord Wicked himself. Now, another comment from yourself and I will strip you of your rank right here and now."

Without hesitation the General turned on heel and made his way to the bridge...

Thrawn tilted his head back, a widespread grin forming acrossed his lips; Wicked... you will not get out of this one so easily...

Noric was glad that he had kept his rank of general. He could tell that Thrawn was misjudging him already. Noric had turned down many chances for higher ranks. He beleived that the enemy would misjudge him if he was general instead of a Admiral. They would think that the New Republic had to many ships on hand that they need a General to lead a huge fleet. What most people did not know was that Noric was probably the best startegist and comabtist of the whole bunch of officers. He had been taught by some of the best. Many officers higher than him were in his fleet. He had 4 admirals that he was over. People had come to respect him and it was good. Many people had also misjudged him and payed for their mistakes. He wonedered if Thrawn would do the same. He left that thought alone and continued to read up on the Grand Admiral and the fleet he led.

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Jerec,
hank you for everything you've done. But, now I must go. The Empire owes you....I will be in contact with you. Again Thank you.

-Admiral Actar

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Actar then packed the little things he had and left the Praxeum. He looked around and finally found an air-speeder. He boarded it and left. He was looking for the ground troops, it didn't take him long to find the. When he saw them he got off of the air-speeder and walked the rest of the way. When the troops saw him they raised their blasters. Actar stopped put his hand up and said "Stand down. I am Admiral Actar, Imperial Officer." All the troops suddenly stand at attention. He walked to one of the Stormtroopers and asked "Who's in charge here?" The trooper said "Captain Markeys, sir.", "Take me to him." said Actar. The Stormtrooper started walking towards a small hut, Actar following slowly behind. When they reached the Stormtrooper stood next to the door. Actar said "He's in here?", "Yes, sir."

Just then the Captain burst out the door running into Actar. He stopped stepped back and said, "Admiral?". Actar rolled his yes and said "Yes Captain. I've come to tell you to contact Thrawn, tell him I'm on my way to meet with him. I'm also taking one of your your Gamma-Class Assault Shuttles." "Yes, sir Admiral, I'll send word to Thrawn immediatly..."

OCC: Someone do something with this that gets me onboard Thrawn's ship. Pretty Please, It's all there I just don't feel like finishing...

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Thrawn sat silent for a moment, and then swivvled in his chair to face the very same General, his eyes bursting out their radiant hue of Crimson. "Thank you General. Bring the Admiral to my quarters. Dismissed."

Swivvling in his chair once more he sighed lightly and flipped a switch on his desk, the art dissappearing, showing the cold steel of his chambers once more. The lights raising lightly to show all within his chambers. And at that, he awaited the arrival of the Admiral.

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His eyes locked onto Actar like a TIE onto a Rebel, unmoving except to follow his.

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OCC: I'm gonna get a friend to draw me a picture of Actar dammit!!

He stood awaiting Actar's reply, one thought whirrling through his mind, he couldn't let Actar find out that he was the one who ordered the troops and not Lord Wicked, that he completely went against every Wicked had ordered. He smirked on the inside, he knew how to cover tracks, and how to cover them well.