The Reborn Jedi from the Valley were scattered to various ships of the Admiral's massive fleet, awaiting deployment.

With him, he had brought 5 Reborns, who, to any bystander, would look like the regular scum you might see walking the streets of the lower levels of Coruscant. They would be key in what was to come.

But first, he had more arrangements to make with fleets. On Ambria, a total of 9 super sized fleets had been created, and secretley deployed around the galaxy, waiting. One above Yavin IV, the majority of troops on board being Reborns, some stormtroopers and Officers. Other similar fleets were awaiting near other important planets. The largest fleet, Actar's, was waiting, cloaked, above Coruscant.

Before leaving for the Senate Chambers, Actar sent word to the 5 Reborn he had brought along with him. "Start," was all he said to them, and they knew exactly what that meant.

In the Senate, the Admiral sat, taking everything they threw at him with calm and ease. He felt it. The Reborn had done their task, the shields were down, now it was his turn. He stood calmly and walked to the podeom of the Empire's "box" (what are those called?). He said, "Ladies, Gentlemen, Beings of the Senate, please here me out-" Out of no where, his eyes turned blood red, his face gained an expression that would make a 2 year old piss blood, his hand raised in the air and every door leading out of the Chambers slammed shut, and lightning zapped out of his palm, and all five fingers leading to every box in the Senate. His head fell down, he was losing strength fast. He fell back, landing in his seat. His eyes returned to their normal coloring, and he looked around. Every Senator from every planet in the New Republic was dead. Even the Empire's own Senators were dead, but sacrifices had to be made. He stood, now at full strength, turned and left the chambers, pulling out his comlink and said into it, "Begin Phase 1, Admiral."

Admiral Swatzi, who was on the other line of the comlink, did as he was told. Every Imperial fleet in the Galaxy was uncloaked. The Invasion of Yavin IV began immediately, first landing the the Stormtroopers and other Conventional fighting machines, then the Reborn, who would take control of the Jedi Praxeum.

On Coruscant, the New Repuplic fighters, however, were taken completley by surprise when Imperial fighters arrived, blasting them to oblivian. Imperial Troopers were landing everywhere, and so were the Reborns. Tie's and the like were destroying the defenses on the surface. A Blockade was immediately set up around Coruscant, and Yavin. The Admiral himself had met up with a group of 100 Reborn and were headed for the Jedi Council.

Phase 1 had begun.

With Coruscant, Yavin IV, Corellia, Bespin and the likes being overrun by Imperial troops, what was left were the smaller, less useful, but just as important planets. These planets, if left alone, would now be haven for the rebellious citizens of the New Empire. While Imperial troops still fought New Republic troops on some planets, phase two was put into action.

Smaller less inhabited planets were taken in less than 3 days. All in all, the entire plan was to minimize civillian casualties as much as possible, to try and prevent a powerfull rebellion like that which destroyed the First Empire.

On Coruscant, now joined by Admiral Swatzi, Admiral Actar listened to a message sent by the Captain leading the invasion of Yavin.

"Admiral, the troops landed with minimal damage done to landing crafts and troops. didn't take long to surround the Jedi Praxeum, but entering is much more difficult. The rest of the Planet has been secured. I request more Reborn troops, they fight well, I've seen it myself, but they aren't as quick as the Jedi. More Reborn will wear the Jedi down. Thank you Admiral."

Even as the Admiral drew the weapon, a gibbering hiss came hotly into his ear. An entire line of thought simultaneous shot into his brain. "How content you are at this moment, dear, dear Admiral!" The breath of the demon stank like the fetid air of a charnelhouse. "Yet you are but a big opee in a small pond. Soon the current will spew you forth into the much larger sea; there you will find He whom you will call Master... and She before whom you will bow.

"She's waiting for you and laughing, you know...."

In a lightning fast and quite unexpected move, the demon now sunk his stinking fangs into the flesh of Actar's ear, and bit down hard, taking yet another flash of a second to chew a little. He gibbered and cackled in pleasure at the pain and anger he had caused. All occurred before even the amazing abilities of the uberjedi were able to be put into play.

Another mere portion of a second later, and Maladius had altered his essence into that of an incorporal shade once again. Opening a doorway in the All, he stepped through and disappeared from sight, closing the door firmly behind him as he travelled back the way he had come: through the immensity of spacetime and back into the hidden void between galaxies in which he dwelled... and awaited the beck and call of his newly beloved Master.

"L-l-leeba get dwon here, meesa havin some bombbad new for usea!" He jabbered as he set the ship to come to an emergency stop to avoid smashing into the lead ship's shields.

Leeba shot through the door and leaned over Funan's chair as he tried to regain hyis breath, "w...what is it?" Funan simply pointed out of the view screan and swallowed hard as his hand trembled.

"Dis no look good!"

"damn right this doesn't look good, imperial?"

Funan nodded nervously, "should weesa give dem da cargo?"

"no go to the given co-ordinates, we should avoid conta-" Leeba was interupted as the com blured into life, name your purpose on Coruscant!" a gruff voice demanded sending a shiver down both their spines.

"w-we're delivering something to the surface, imperial buisne-" Leeba was interupted yet again, "on who's authority."

"Jenloo Barook's, he didn't say who he was working for."

"we will have to make sure, prepare to be boarded." the comlink was severed and Funan shot a worried look at Leeba who didn't look to confident either.

He was standing behind one of the operator's screening incoming ships.

"W-we're delivering something to the surface, imperial buisne-"

That caught his attention. "We will have to make sure, prepare to be boarded," The operator replied.

Very calmly, he put his hand on the man's shoulder, and whispered, "They're lying to you," he paused, "Get rid of them."

The man nodded and radioed to the nearest attack squadron, "Squadron 87, get rid of the YT-1300 in Sector B-79-6, immediately."

TIE Interceptors, now uncloaked, came screaming out of nowhere attacking the YT-1300....

Admiral Actar turned from the commlink in front of him and stood up facing Admiral Swatzi. "What was that all about?" Admiral Swatzi asked.

"Someone has something I want and can give it to me, if I give them protection," Actar replied.

"Protection? Protection from what?"

But before Actar could answer, they were interrupted by a young Caoptain standing behind the two men, "Admirals, 5 squadrons of Reborn troops are ready for deployment on Yavin. We just need one of you to give the go ahea-"

"Deploy them." Swatzi interrupted, a bit preturbed at the interuption of his own conversation with Actar. The captain turned and went to work, Swatzi turned back to Actar, changing the subject of their earlier conversation, "The Jedi on Yavin shouldn't last much longer now, these Reborn going in now spent a good deal more time in the Valley than the ones before, they should be able to handle to Jedi," he said smiling. "Now, there is the issue of captured New Republic troops, I wasn't sure what we ought to do with them."

Actar thought for a moment and replied, "Execute them. We've got to prevent any sort of rebellion, which means extinguishing any loyalty to the republic. It also might be a good idea to send out probes to planets in the outer-rim we have yet to acquire, make sure no one is reoganizing there."

"Come abord The Deliverance, Ill take you to the surface." Jonovar offered over the com.

The TIE Pilot paused, "Thank you, sir."

Moments later Jonovar transfered the pilot, via airlock, to his ship and the two shot- well more accuratly crawled, toward's the surface of the planet.

"Your Headhunter clearly needs some repairs, as a token of my gratitude I offer you the service of the Coruscant's space port. However I must ask you to depart." Pipped up the TIE Pilot as they reached the hanger. The man said a few words to the technitions who set to work immediatly on Headhunter. The pilot returned a few moments later and handed Jonovar an Id card.

He watched as an incoming message from one of the many Ships above Coruscant's atmosphere radioed in an alert. "Conquerer to Central Command Center: TIE Pilot Rayke Ne'eska believed to have boarded a Z-95 Headhunter, and landed on surface. Ignoring training procedures. Consider dangerous."

Admiral Actar stood up, speaking directly to the operator who recieved the alert. "Arest the TIE pilot and the Headhunter's Pilot, find and comandeer the ship."

"Yes, Admiral." Was the reply from the Operator.

He loved giving direct orders...

"Let me see your ID." said a voice behind him, Jonovar turned to see three more soldiers headed his way, did this Admiral guy know everything. Jonovar confidently reached into his pocket and drew out the ID card, the squad leader snatched if from him and held it for a moment,

"This ID is in-" but Jonovar had already taken off down the street, a blast shot right by him, these guys wheren't kidding. Jonovar reached to his holster, drew the first of his two guns and slid it into a concealed area in his jacket, it was a place where he had hidden the death of many a would-be lawman. Jonovar pulled his other blaster, and dropped to one knee.

"At the risk of sounding cliche," he said, "Take me to your leader." with that he held out his not hidden pistol to the squad leader.

"Come with me," ordered the soldier and he was shoved along by the tips of blaster rifles.

Blasters pointed at him the entire time, the men searched him, and found a pistol tucked away in his jacket.

It's absolutely amazing how correct the pencil-pushers can be when they talk about time. I mean, when you're winning at sabaac, time just stands still. When you've got a lovely fem hanging on your every word, it flies away all too quickly.

And it drags like there's no tomorrow when you're waffling through space in an all but useless escape pod, nevermind the modifications....

I sighed and shifted, my armor creaking as I tried to get comfortable for the umpteenth time. I glanced at my chrono, frowned. This was going to take way too much time; my quarry would be Fates knew how far off by the time I got hold of my new benefactor and arranged to have my poor ship reprogrammed. Dammitall then, there was nothing for it but to break silence, and hope no one was bothering to listen.

I quickly keyed a succinct little message, piggybacking it on an obscure bandwidth of carrier wave. Then I squirted it off to Coruscant, where I'm certain it was met by only the ears for whom it was intended.

Target momentarily misplaced, but not untrackable. Ship needing brain surgery. Incoming to you, current coordinates as follows....

I sighed again and sat back, flipping my comm-ceiver to standby and waited to hear if I got any results. Sure hoped so, or it was gonna be a loooong day coming before I could get comfortable again....

Sid kneeled, rolling his fingers in a quivering, delicate manner along his face, brushing back his navy, crisp blue hair. Throwing over behind his ear, he adjusted his arm about, reaching out for his tools. Rustling his fingers along the greasey pile, he grabbed upon a techonlogical tool that would enable him to attach the missles to his Y-Wing. Helping in the background was the nice, head curved, black and white droid. Adjusting about the belly of the ship.

As the wrenching, and shrieking sounds continued, the sound of toosteps aboarded the train of vibrations. Beating along the cool, frigid surface, a aroma stunned through the room. A fresh smell of new clothes whittered, under the nostrils of Sid, catching his attetion. Modifying the position of his head, he reached his eyes, over with a quick thrust of his head. Throwing his hair back over his eye, he stared smoothly at the being who positioned himself at the steps of the stairs he had planted his feet upon.

"....Hello" Sid akwardly greeted the figure shadowed by the dim lights in the hangar, matching the shine outward of the department. His voice was clear, and procise, but youthful as he spoke out.

In a abrupt fashion the lights cut on, and a whirling figure came dashing at him. The figure was slender, and framed like a beauitful women, but was excluded as it landed kicking Sid off his ramp. Throwing him down upon the cold, stern foundation he rolled along it until coming to a sudden stop before a trash can. Quickly the lime green haired, mouth masked femine humanoid creature dashed toward him. Her feet beat along the surface until she reached into a high jump to smash down upon him.

Manuevering his hand he whirled her back with the power of the Force to guide him. Throwing himself up with a press of his fingers he grappled tightly at his side, but found that his two lightersaber's where somehow manipiulated out of his handle.

Grinding his teeth, he rushed forwadrd quickly, his feet beating across the surface as he reached out for a punch. Swinging firmly toward her face, she went into a backflip, her legs locked onto the arm, and threw him quickly down into the surface head-first. Banging against the surface, he slide along it under the belly of his ship. Rolling his eyes over, in aching pain he could hear his droid continuing to work through the hasty times. Sid's eyes caught attetion to something grappled at the women's waist, and quickly took a smirk on his face. The optimistic smile, expressed with his lips curved back, and his eyes furrowed down into a frown on his eyes.

Dashing upward, he came into a slid between the girl's legs, using the wet, polished floor as a weapon, and moved his hand forward in a smooth fashion. Converting his placement, his hand whirled to the side with the advisement of the Force throwing the two hilts of the Jedi weaponary down upon the ground. Relocating the two tools back toward him, he grappled tightly. Whirling the two at his side, his fingers applied pressure, exserting the two blazing blades from the handle's he stared toward his opponent. One, matching his dark blue navy hair color, meanwhile the other was shining in a crimson orange like the mourning shine.

"What..are you after?" Sid questioned in a stern tone, expressing his offensive ability in the fight, and his momentum.

The women was motionless, and hushed. Her lul movement's could match her social expirence in this matter, and clearly seemed to be the one not to talk with the white, tough fabriced scarf wrapped over her mouth.

"...You are my bounty." The unnamed hunter rose her head in a instants, showing her proud composure. Her lips could be seen curving through the shadow of the scarf mask before she took a dashing pounce forward at the dark blue haired man.

Sid stood immobile, his hands tightened around the circular, vertically shaped handle as his eyes flourished with kindness. A joy spurted over his expression, colliding with the firm, serious tone to one of glee, and happiness. His sleek two folds of flesh curved back slightly, projecting a beam. Applying pressure to his lightsaber's red buttons, the two swelling, heated blades extinguished, retreating back to their handle's. Placing them nicely into their scabbards, he watched as his adversary came down upon him.

Suddenly, she came to a stop, colliding with a firm knee into her stomach. The unbearable pain drove through her body, as a indination of the knee was held in her slender stomach. Falling upon the surface grasping for air, she went into a unconcious, paralyzed state along the ground.

"This....has went out of hand. Huh, D2-RI" He questioned his droid, their bond of freindship strong enough to enable them both to communicate even though their language was much of a difference.

In response, the droid rolled along the surface, his artifical vocal cords forcing out beeps, and other squels of communication. Rolling around the ground, he came before the ramp, and slowly whirled up along it. Locketing himself in the cockpit area for him to maintain himself in the ship, the droid watched in, with his owl like head whirling back and forth, observing the two beings below.

Sid slowly adjusted his hand along his face, brushing neatly his hair back over his ear. Exposing his attractive face, he slowly whirled back his lips into a smirk, as he came to a kneel before the body. Rustling his hand's under the slender, beauitful framed being he placed it nicely in his hands, and walked slowly to the ramp. Placing his feet upon the ramp, leisurely it rolled up to the cockpit where they'd begin their journey. In the modified space of the cockpit, whirling out four seats, he placed the unknown, and unnamed figure in the back.

Placing his fingers along his navigational control, he swiftly wondered his fingers along the controls. Banging his fingers about it like a key board, he was prepared to lift off. Placing his finger upon the navigational door hangar control, it opened gradually for him to blaze out. Locketing into the opening position, he placed on his thrusters with a switch of a button, and maneuvered them to point toward the back. Rushing forward, he blazed through space, placing the ship in hyperdrive.

Sizzling through space, they came to a unanticipated discontinuation before the planet of Coruscant. His eyes glemead upon the planet, eyes raging with the thoughts of what could be happening at that very moment in the atompshere of the planet. Far off, he still was enabled to tightened his iris upon the scene, thinking to himself of what was to come next. Thinking of the possible idea's of getting in, he placed his finger upon the blueprint projection. Rolling them before him, he manuevered his eyes about them, adjusting thought in every one. Concluding the shift, one the one called the Disorder.

"I....got it." Sid stated, placing on his one eared headphone, placing it tihglty upon his forehead, like the old days in the cockpit of a small Jedi Starship. Running his hand along the few key's, he pressured them, placing up armor around Y-Wing, nicknamed "Either." Sheltering his ship was a blue shield that he had built earlier in the night, and was very strong as they had gained resources from Gladitor Battles in the past.

"Time to go in..." Running his hand upon the navigational stick, Sid declared the genesis of their attack. Whirling downward toward the atomsphere, he began eradicate of the missles that burned toward him. His history, and expirence in the fighting realm of a cockpit was large, and was prepared for a battle such as this.

I sighed, waiting. No response yet from the esteemed Admiral. A slight frown wrinkled the scar running down my face, causing the thick tissue there to stretch a little bit and itch. I ignored it, not wanting to remove my helmet to scratch it, even in the apparent safety of my little modified escape pod.

One just never knows....

Another sigh burst from between my lips, which were now pursed to match the frown on my forehead. This was getting to be a touch wee in the "antsy bounter hunter begins to ponder own fate" department. Why was Actar taking so long to respond to my hail? Was he that angered that the target had managed to elude me?

Sheesh buddy, you've been away from Galen for too long. You forgot how good she is, woulda made a helluva bounty hunter with you, which is what I thought you were going to do....

I jerked my thoughts away from that line of travel, my frown deepening as I strove to push away a soft little feeling that was trying to make itself known.

You can think about her like that. She is your wife, you know. You married her.

That apparent non sequiteur was jerked back from with even more vehemence.

Don't even go there, buddy! I scowled to myself, trying to just pass the time or keep my thoughts away from the nasty direction in which they kept wanting to stray. She showed you how she really felt now, didn't she?

I shook my head to myself, turning my gaze to the obnoxiously silent tranceiver, willing it to squawk into life. Reached out to adjust my ETA calculator: sheesh, another ten days to Coruscant at this snail's pace.

C'mon, Actar ol' buddy. Your pal here could use a little help from you... especially since every minute I waste here trying to get to you just leads me farther and farther from the target. And I have had enough with tracking spoor long grown cold.

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The following is not seen through the eyes of Actar, and is replying to another post.

The firepower of the Ion Cannons on the surface, and the TIE Interceptors in the air quickly destroyed the armor around the incoming ship, bringing it to a slow crash slide on the surface. Within seconds of the crash the ship was completely srrounded by Imperial troops, with interceptors and bombers flying overhead.

I swam to alertness, every nerve I possessed on edge until I realized that it was just the proximity alert that was yammering for attention. I grunted a bit, then a quick flick of my gloved finger and the blasted thing was silent. I then flipped on the viewscreen, scanned a full 360 around the Z-axis.

Nada. Hmmm... now, this was certainly strange.

I tried the Y-axis.

Bingo.

There she lay, the sleekest little YT-2400 I had ever had the luck to lay eyes on. Well, ok, the second YT-2400. I couldn't help but grumble a bit to myself, wondering if Seus would ever take off the lien he held against my old ship. Probably not.

Oh well, that didn't matter at this point in my life. It was hardly likely that I would ever be a part of that guild again. Life now seemed to have suddenly become a tad bit more...complicated than my original one in which I was just a bounty hunter; I couldn't help the sigh which escaped me at the memory.

If it hadn't been for that damned Darth Wicked... and Galen....

I yanked my thoughts from that, sitting up and sending a quick hail to the pretty little 2400 ahead of me. Smiled big behind my helmet, teeth gleaming. Waited.

And waited.

After about five minutes and fifteen more unanswered hails had passed, I grudgingly accepted the fact that: a) that ship was indeed sent for me; and b) there was nobody aboard her.

Now I winced. I hated going EVA; no matter how "empty" space appeared to be, it truly was crammed full of all sorts of minute debris and junk. One never knew when something would come zipping along and nail one, it only took something about the size of a grain of sand to do the job rather efficiently, if not as quickly as the luckless recipient of said particle would have hoped.

I sighed again. Nothing for it. The Admiral had sent me the ship I had requested, but it was up to me to take command of it. No sense in putting it off any longer. I reached out and switched my little pod to manual control, then eased her over to the side of the Corellian freighter. I had to take it easy; we weren't near any of the local suns yet, and I could scarcely make out the dark outline of the ship against the star-splattered blanket of indigo which framed her. But as I inched nearer to her my external lamps finally picked her up; ahhh... how beautiful she looked in their revealing light. Snow white and glistening, like a new snowfield on Hoth.

In moments I had brought the escape pod into kissing distance of the ship, and carefully brought her into a vector parallel with her. There I "halted," appearing to an outside observer to be just sitting directly above her top hull, and just a touch alee. But we were still whipping along at a good clip, oh I'd say about 20,000 klicks per second or so....

I didn't want to think about it. It really didn't matter. We were synchronous to each other, and I had the same momentum my pod did. So all I had to do was simply put my air and jet pack on my back and tootle on down to the upper hatch, open it up (here I found myself praying mightily that the ship hadn't been programmed to my genetic code; kinda hard to touch the hatch with my bare hand in the even more barren cold of deep space....)

All went as I thought. It went quicker as I didn't take my eyes off the hatch for one second. These non-secured crossings from ship to ship always gave me the willies, even though I had had a couple hundred of them under my belt. Usually was way easier to do when trying to sneak aboard a bigger ship and with a pair of mag-boots in case one missed the first hatch....

An absolute soundless sort of thunk vibrated up by legs, telling me that I had made contact with the hull of the Corellian freighter. Moments later, and I was keying in a sequence which had been agreed upon earlier... to my great relief the hatch oiled quietly away, revealing the dark interior of the airlock below. I clambered inside, closing the hatch, then turned my helmeted illuminator this way and that... ahh, there it was. In moments the lock was flooded with atmosphere, and the inner door opened.

Moments beyond that, and I had secured the bridge. There I snagged the pod with the onboard tractor beam....

Nice touch, Admiral!

...and in but a few moments more had slipped off into hyperspace.

My prey -- yes, my PREY -- had eluded me for the last time. This time she wouldn't get away.

OOC: Follow Mr. Tarnus back into Evil Among Us thread in the "Complete SW Universe" forum, thank you.

So they wanted this intruder alive, ey?

Sighing, he flipped frequencies, spoke commanding words of his own... and elsewhere, the Squad Leader of Actar's elite Reborn Blackline Wing turned to speak to those under his command.

"Ok, men; we've got a Force-user coming in. He's got some kind of shield about him, but it shouldn't be anything remarkably difficult to disarm. The Admiral wants him alive, so let's get to it. Assault pattern Gamma-delta-rho."

For a moment he stood silently, his chrome-visored helmet eerily reflecting those of the men under him. Then they whirled, and soon gained their highly modified group of highly polished black TIE interceptors. In moments they were airborne, screaming out against the lone ship who had the utter audacity to try to break the heavy blockade Actar had emplaced about Coruscant.

The intruder fought gallantly, ducking and weaving, his ion cannon flashing out and scoring more than one hull as the interceptors came out of nowhere in surround formation. The Squad leader grew black with anger inside the lead craft, reaching out to flip a comm switch and hail the stranger.

"You are entering blockaded space; entry is forbidden. You will stand down from your weapons and allow yourself to be escorted to the surface."

His only answer was another punishing blast of energy as the unknown person let loose another ion cannon blast, wiggling and squirming in the upper atmosphere as he strove to evade them and get down to where he could lose himself in the heavy air traffic the planet still possessed.

The Squad Leader frowned behind his blankly staring visor. "So that's the way you want it, ey buddy?" he said, a wicked little smile coming to his lips. "So be it." A quick command to his squad, and all pilots immediately removed their hands from their own weapons controls, closing their eyes as to a man they reached out with their highly magnified force abilities they, as Reborn, had obtained.

Everything happened smoothly after then.

The protective shield around the strange ship wobbled and canted sideways, welding bolts ripping free as it dropped back from the ship in response to the minds which bombarded it.

It's weapons melted into slag as one hand reached out, guided by the Force, and a well-placed concussion missile blasted the little ships ion weapons into slag. Other minds reached out, joining together in strength, reaching into the little craft, seeking and finding...

...the female.

They grinned, freezing her on the spot, then turning to the pilot and freezing him into immobility as well. Joint tractor beams lashed out, affixing them to the hull of Either and yanking her from independence.

In total synch with each other, the little group headed to a military landing platform, where all dismounted from their craft and stood at attention as their Commander marched into view. That imposing individual waved an order, and troopers marched aboard the Y-Wing. There they took hold of and carried out the still-frozen forms of Sid and his bounty. They brought the Force-user up to the Commander, who reached out and quite casually deprived him of his lightsaber. He then skillfully patted him down both on his clothing and his person, relieving him of various and sundry other weaponry.

He handed these to a lieutenant, who hurried off to Admiral Actar with them. Then he turned back to the Squad leader:

"Take him to Detention cell 14-B-74, and make certain he is put into a Force Cage. No mind tricks or Force games are going to deprive the Admiral of having a talk with this guy."

He made an imperial gesture with one hand, then stepped forth with the precise march of the men. Accompanying them to the detention area, he watched while his orders were placed into effect.

Soon the brash young invader found himself locked within a Force Cage, entirely weaponless, clothed in Imperial prisoner's garb of simple doublet and pants, the woman who was his bounty likewise searched and garbed and imprisoned in another cell within another block.

The Commander smiled a little smile, whistling as he executed a starched about-face, and marched off to report to Actar that his latest order had been flawlessly carried out.

"What about him Admiral? He's been in his cell for quite a while." the Warden replied.

"His ship, what's been done with it?"

"Was scheduled to be scrapped, as far as I know it hasn't happened yet."

Swatzi paused and thought for a moment. He hoped he was making the right choice. "Here's what I want you to do: strip the ship of any weaponry, and have him escorted off the planet. If he goes anywhere but away from here we'll just have to scrap the ship while it's flying and he's in it. "

Signs of pain rolled through his veins, as it had sunk in that he was not the heroic one to unslave the planet from the blockade, and its harshy condition under the Admiral, and not run free without a goverment that had been plattered with such a evil man upon the throne. Tightening his fist, he let out a roaring bellow, reaching his neck gradually to the side. Grasping with the sight of his eyes, he thought confusedly to himself. Where were the two others, had they be relocated, had they been killed? He truly didn't care about the girl, but she was th eonly lead to what was going on, and who wanted to kill him? Along with that, his best machinical friend, known as D1-R2 had simply vaporized in thin air, and reappeared in scraps, or even a cage himself.

"Wha-What is going on?" Sid questioned himself, signifying his inability to answer with a truthful statement, or commment in any form. Infamy beaded down like the sweat upon his face, vaporizing by the little amount of wind that spun through the cracking door. Sid's teeth sunk down, tightening upon each other, screeching within the grasp of his ear. Life had suddenly taken its noise dive into hell...

A burning gate flamed before him, as he mentally reached out for it, the easy way to releave himself from depression, and opression under Admiral's watch. Under that sadastic, evil, ambitionious humanoid creature's observation. The view of the man upon him would be worst then the thought of it, and it could come any moment. He had to get away, but how?

The lights to the cell were cut, the door opened, light from outside shined like a sun behind the Admiral, who was standing at the door. Upon seeing him, the man in the cage looked as though he was completely filled with pure hatred. Amdiral Actar grinned, and said, "Entering Coruscant without clearance is a severe crime." He raised his arm, and created a fist with his hand, and continued, "You must be punished."

The force cage holding the man begin to grow taller, stopping a few inches taller than the man it held. It's width shrank to a few inches wider than the man, and it's length shrank as well, trapping the man from moving. Any move would cause him to touch the force field which held him, and would thus send a shock through his body.

The Admiral then quickly raised his arm higher, smiling as the force cage was thrown to hit the ceiling. The man cried out in pain. His arm moved left, then right, each time the force cage slammed into the walls. Actar could only imagine the pain the man in the cage was in. After a few minutes of carelessly throwing th cage around, he sat it down, in the middle of the room, and waited to see if the man could speak...

His fist tightened, expressing his power, as he manipulated his eyes about, straining them toward the Admiral, as his lips curved back, optimistically smirking, with a occasional twirk of his body, as he attempted to manuever himself. Comfortablly situation himself in a lean, he strained his vocal cords, and excereted the few amount of breathes he could grasp.

"The girl didn't do anything...and the droid either. Let them leave...or you shall die!" He exclaimed, executing a strain of his voice in the process, squeking his tone slightly, but still it was held firm as a soldier in battle.

Falling to his seat, he stared sternly at the adversary, holding the bit of emotion in him, that didn't whitter with the attack...

Ransacker blasted out of hyperspace and came to a smooth and uneventful approach to Coruscant. That is as smooth an approach as one could make, considering the large number of menacing SSD's which were hanging about with their entourage, hoping someone would come along and make their day.

One seemed to glare hopefully at me as I came up to it, but turned away with a grunt of disappointment as I offered it my identity codes. I couldn't help but think back to Officer Shy A Brick; what a pleasant contrast it was indeed, to be dealing with professionals.

I frowned a bit as that statement crossed my mind.

Professional.

I'll have to admit that I hadn't been acting in that manner lately, much to my personal embarrassment and chagrin.

Well... that was about to change, and double-time about it. No way was I going to let Galen get under my skin again; sheesh a guy can only take so many hints....

Shaking off all other thoughts of Galen Jhin'Dar Tarnus from my head, and focusing only upon the words employer and mark, I acknowledged the landing clearance which came swiftly and uneventfully, and soon brought Ransacker down into the immense city that was Coruscant.

A contingent of officers was there to greet my arrival, and with very little speech but fairly oozing with efficiency they led me into a room where we waited for Actar to arrive. He soon strode in, a slight smirk on his face, the one a rancor gets after he finally has eaten the pretty slave girl. The officers promptly saluted him; then they then backed out, leaving me alone with this powerful new employer of mine.

He turned those dark and unreadable eyes my way.

I nodded my helmeted head toward him, standing my ground. Decided the best approach was a frontal one:

"She's slipped away again, Actar," I growled briefly. Then I held up a gloved hand, belaying the reply I could see hovering on his lips. "But that's not a worry; I'm fairly certain where she's gone off to, as well as I'm certain I'll be able to appropriate her again."

Now I tilted by head down a bit. Clearly he was waiting for some sort of explanation. I drew in a breath, then continued:

"Look, it was my fault. I-- I committed a cardinal sin concerning her, and that is I let old feelings get in the way.

"Well... no more, Admiral. No more, I can guarantee you that. And as proof..."

Now I fished into my personal storage pouch and drew out the strange device Rathal had given to me. I handed it out to Actar.

"Seems like there's this fellow hanging about the galaxy who has some sort of grudge against you. He goes by the name of Narcolm; apparently he's some kind of Jedi drop-out. This is a communication device his little pal Jonovar Rathal handed over to me when they tried to..."

I couldn't help but hesitate a touch.

"...persuade me to doubling against you, and agreeing to take you on as a mark."

The universe exploded into shatters of dark and light.

A long and low groan suddenly erupted from my lips as my gloved hands flew up to my temples trying to rip asunder the sudden electric pain which was flaming inside my head. I fell to my knees, momentarily blinded to Actar or anything other than that awful, soul-destroying agony.

"Whe...WHERE IS THE ADMIRAL!" She screamed, noticing of the detetion room was of the Coruscant's land, by seemingly aquiring it with her ability of smell, attaining the endless smell of work.

"Come in here and fight me you punk!" The youth exclaimated, as he tightened his fist, staring through the cage. HIs eyes darted toward the door, awaiting the guard to get involved in his immensed thought process, organized neatly into a plan.

Watching ahead of him, he could hear a weary rustling, and bustling banging outward the door, as his he could hear the sound of grinding teeth, churning together like a chorcal, as he placed his mind into yet another process of neuron tranmission.

"Move it dumby! Are you scared" He insultingly stated, grasping the undivided attetion from him, by a angering, hatred filled bang against the door, nearly tearing it from the hindges.

Rolling his lips back, he took them into a small smirk, wondering his thought process again back and forth, playing with his reaction.

The screams continued on, until two gaurds bumrushed the door, pointing their postils toward his head, and the large figure, framed much of the Admiral's stature, but certaintly not him, as he was nicely fit in and armed with a small pistol.

"I see you have found yourself smart in some form. I guess a physchical interogation would change of that..."

Minutes past since that situation, and he was the youth was unconscious upon the ground, with his mind travel with thoughts of the Jedi that had thought him in his time as a Padawane.

"Kid, what have you got yourself into.."

it makes little difference to me...

"go, find galen and that Rathal... You MUST find them...it is imparative..."

the energy entaris held against sorben then turned into a gental, but irritating, pulsation...

Meanwhile

Dinla had attainted the speech, and had easily required it within his thought process, and took her lips otpimistically back. She knew she wasn't in the heat of hte situation, as he had manipulated the sitaution, and she might enabled to venture out and destroy of the Admiral after all.

"He...help me! My neck!" She screamed, attempting to reach, but her arms were tightly stuck as if she was completely infected with paralyzed shock.

"Huh?" The grunting sound of confusion burned outward the door, as the two gaurds trotted inside, and headed toward the cage, to attain eye contact with the situation of Dinla...
Meanwhile

Sid had followed the lead of Dinla, who had seperately began her fake illness, as had he. He trotted back and forth, as if his mind had been infected harshly by a bump of his head, unabling him to grasp hte attetion. His feet trashed against the ground, and he yelled loudly banging against the wall..

He slipped the device into a compartment in his coat. With a giant wave of his arm to the left, sorben slammed against the right wall, and a black figure slammed against the left. Actar's saber was on, his senses at full attention, ready for the being to fight, and ready for it to run.

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Warden of the Prison

"Warden, prisoners 344562 and 344565 seem to be sick, how should we deal with them?" The warden heard from the commlink in his hand.

"Just as you would any other prisoner, pray they die in their cell." The warden replied. "Medical Treatment to those to prisoners has been completely restrcited by the Admiral himself."

Banging against it, he rolled nicely along it, blood spurting from his mouth, as he fell into a consciousness. A bellowing of pain spurted from his mouth, grasping the notice of the gaurds in a sign of great pain, and a no consciousness. Motionless upon the surface, he laid there along the cold surface, chilling his flesh. The soft wind like the bite of a dog upon his consciousness. Like a toxic inhaling posion, he was motionless upon the surface, as his blue hair was neatly placed over his eye. Covering his outlook, his lids captured the essence of his blue iris. He had faded into a life of dream, and imgining. A void of unreality..

It was all I could do to repress the shudder rising within me at the realization that that black blot had somehow been inside me. My eyes narrowed behind my visor, and I tightened my grip.

"I owe you one, Actar," I growled tersely. Then I tensed, ready to leap forward to the defense of Actar whether my esteemed employer desired this or not.

"Then I guess I should continue on with my strike..Master?"

His eyes captured reality, and he adventured his open lids to the door. His mind boggled with the memories of unreality, and the mental link with his past master. The smile of himself, toturing his past with the joy that he never wanted to confront. It all had came like a throbbing pain, or ack in the back of his brain. He slowly strolled to the edge of the cage, upon his coated knees. Balancing himself before the front of the cage, he called out painfully.

"He-Help me..!"

i shouldnt have let the evil within him ceace, i seperated my will and his to much...no matter.
Entaris thens tood a fierce laugh coming from benieth the dark hood.

"i said before to you sorben, it makes littel difference... You will not complete your objective now. And as for you actar, i hold no grudge, nor reson, to harm you in anyway...it is simply this man-" he motioned a gloved hand towards sorben. "-that i must deal with... BUT if you wish to come to arms...i am more then ready to feed apone your anger, you can not beat me actar, nor can you sorben, you are both filled with to much rage...every attack will make me stronger..." another laugh escaped from the hood. "although, you might be able to beat me, should you have the sheer skill needed to compete against me.." he then stoped red eyes flaring to life, staring directly into actars own eyes.

"we need not fight, you and I" he said soothingly "we are the same, you and I" he continued, his voice dripping with the force.

"We are one, you and I, yes, we both strive in the glory of darkness, i see it within your heart, you can not resist it, you and I, are joined... help me gain hold of the woman you sent him to retrieve, and both our lives will be filled with satisfaction..."

he then turned his deathly glar towards sorben, and extended a gloved hand. "as for you... I have no need for you, I can not let you live after you have felt my pressence..
you know to much." he hand closed into a fist, and raised, bringing the crouching sorben to a Stand, and then lifting him off the ground completly, he then flung the man to actars feet and said "but i leave him to your own disposle, he is your agent, not mine..."

Sheesh, that thing is strong.... I thought as I lay there, pretending to be stunned. In reality however, my mind was whirling with possible avenues of retaliation, and even as the first question made itself known an answer immediately sprang into being.

I knew very well what this thing was, or at least what in all probability made it tick. It sure as Roon's Treasure wasn't any Sith... at least not the Sith I have come to associate with Roan. And from the power and the clues his words fairly dripped with, there certainly wasn't a speck of goodness anywhere within him, either.

Which meant that it probably operated strictly through the Force, and didn't have a handle on the further weirdness my ex-employer handled with such offhanded ease.

Which meant I could maybe do something about him.

Knowing Actar was probably more powerful than this black whatsis, I decided to give my plan a try. It couldn't hurt, and at least if I was destined to die here I'd go down fighting and not as some little pawn being bandied about.

Neither the blot or Actar noticed the sly movement of my hand as it crept beneath my armor, fishing around in the storage pouch where I had hidden the lightsaber I had killed that slimeball Dark with... as well as a little something extra I had managed to appropriate from my wife's flightsuit when she wasn't looking. My gloved fingers closed about an object which was about as far from intimidating as one could get...

...but one I knew would work against any Force user.

After all, hadn't it worked against that hellcat of a sister Galen had? And what about that other nasty, Darth Wicked? It had kept him stopped dead in his tracks as well.

Now it was but a timing thing... and when I thought the room would ignite into pure flame for the strength of the gaze Actar and this thing were passing back and forth, I burst into action. My finger hit the firing pin of my jet pack which I had skillfully hidden inside the index finger of my left glove; before either Actar or the inkblot were really fully aware of what was happening I blasted up to the ceiling, pulling the incongruous object from my storage pouch as I did.

"Get back, Admiral!" I yelled as I threw it at the coal-smudge. Actar didn't hesitate, but leapt back about fifteen feet, getting out of the personal space of the thing just as the little silvery ball erupted against his chest...

...and immediately encompassed him in a Force Cage. Not any force cage, but one strong enough to stop Lord Roan, had I desired to do such a suicidal thing against his person.

Bad enough as it was that I was siding with Actar against him.

The black blot looked positively furious, and immediately stepped toward the admiral, only to be stopped in place by the powerful Force cage. His red eyes prowled about himself like those of a predator as he assessed the situation, then calmly folded his hands together and stood quiet.

Actar glanced my way, and I at him. I reached into my pouch again, and drew out the little crystal key which would release the prisoner.

"There you go, Admiral," I said as I tossed it to him. "Looks like this guy and I have been hired to find the same mark, only it seems I'm the only one free to go find her now."

I then turned to the bipedal oil-drip and, just for giggles, composed myself as coolly as I could. A smile came to my lips as, leaning toward him, I began singing a soft little lullabye my mom used to sing to me....

he then laughed at the foolishness of the one that had captured him.

"you must think your so clever...you must not understand the true nature of my power... no matter...i while i have no way of escaping, i do have other things i can do..."

The voice boiled once again, as a void faded over his eyes, falling slowly into insanity from the little amount of time without anything to hold, or have emotion for other then the soul sense of pain. The pain that didn't physchically injure, but mentally throbbed your brain. Sucking it from its sanity, and leaving it dry with pain, and insanity.

He helplessly grappled upon his knee's, bending into a curl, much of a dog, and shook back and forth along the cold surface, that seemed to parllel with his pain, throbbing inside his wounds. The wounds opened by hte lifeless atompshere roaming like a aroma throughout the small detetion chamber.

"Hel-Help me..." Sid's voice was hallow, but drenched with depression, and a fall from opression. A fall much of mental, other then ability to be dropped.

Motionless, he laid there, staring ahead through the slight cracks in the cage, and the one positioned from the formation of the door.

"A-Aid!"

The Admiral sighed, looking at the situation, and directed a "Well done." at Sorben, who deserved it. He had so much he needed to do. Ignoring the black being that only a few minutes before had been the focus of their attention, he spoke to Sorben, "I'll be sure to have the device you've given to me....destroyed. Find Galen, bring her to me, and if possible, kill whoever she travels with. If you need anything, you know how to contact me. Now get to it." The bounty hunter nodded his helmet and turned to leave.

entaris sat within the cage pondering that which had happened. He looked after sorben for a moment, pure hatred within his vision, Then listing to Actars question he stood and thought again.

"She is of little importance to me... But, i am allied with one that has plans for her, and those plans seem...interesting... enough for me to help in his gaining possession of the woman..."

Entaris' red eyes glowed fiercly as he stared into the admirals similerly evil eyes.

It was roaming around in the base too, and suprisingly, Sid could feel the sharp thumping in his body telling him of the situation through his unconsciousness. Grasping out, he held tightly upon tiled, concrete surface. His fingers digged between the cracks, and he pushed himself up, gaining consciousness once more.

Staring toward the door, he wondered of his nightmare of darkness formed into a framing being had positioned himself before the door, gaurding him, and preparing for the execution.

In an abrupt fashion, fear stroke over him. The fear beyond the inablity of training as a Jedi could strain, and struggle against. A sense of fear of death-not death alone, but severe construction of toture. Slowly burning his body apart, and then taking him from the painful toturing chamber to another, only to leave him near death at the end, and placed in the insanity chamber once again. Suddenly, his brained snapped with those idea's, and as a purge of his body, he screamed loudly as a warrior. Not only a warrior, but as a Jedi.

The scream was loud, echoing through the cracks of the door, and blaming through the halls of the base, and down into the coordinates. Out the main base, and nearly through the world. His lungs nearly collasped with pain from the strainful scream or horrific warrior like mentallity, but the power of the scream renurised his body with wealth.

"I will...never loose!"

He turned and walked out the door, turning the lights in the room off on his way. To the officer standing outside the door, waiting for the Admiral, he said, "The black man in the force cage is to be put aboard a droid shuttle and taken to...Kessel. He'll be taken to Kessel and released."

Things would most deffenetly end in his favor...the univers had a way of leaning to his side...darkness would win in the end...

he was soon aboard a ship the cage he was held in was well saccured against a wall.

A soldier approuched him and said, "we will be leaving shortly, as soon as we pick up one more passenger..." the gaurd then chuckled to himself, beleiving he held all the power. Meanwhile entaris simply continued thinking the dark thoughts...

it will end in my favor

Adventuring through the halls, the headgear was placed nicely over his face, covering it from seeing forth around the halls, as if he may attempt to come back to the planet and once again attack, which was the one thing that was on his mind. He wanted to create balance within him, and within the galaxy, and that would be impossible iwth the Jedi's locked up in their hell hole.

Rushing along the ground, they placed him in the Shuttle slowly, and then locked him within a cage, much as before but closer, as the concept of escaping then would probably be the best.

The gaurds walked past him, sneering at his body as he only grunted back in remark to their stupdity. He knew he could break them if it weren't for his unability to focus his eneregy within the cage, and holding his force ability.

"You..are weak!" Sid shouted in anger.

Abruptly they were slowly loading off the ground, and on their way out the atompshere. Skying over the accesior tree's that regined below, they were on their way. The wind bussled loudly outward from the ship, as they excereted from the atompshere, and out into the space. Whirling into a void of hyperspace, they were to be gone from the planet sphere, and on their way to the landing bay on Kessel.

Wandering his eyes outward the window, the stars sparkled as did yet another ship. A keen face spurted at the window, with rings rolling around both the being's wrist. It was a female humanoid, her face formed into a sneer, by the formation of her cheek. IT was Dinla, the one who attempted to destroy of him.

"At least I wont be around her.." Sid grumbled, as his eyes rushed down at his feet, wondering to himself, as a thumping os his heart became more intense.

Entaris sat within his cage, after the second prisoner had been loaded and the ship was on its way through hyperspace, and began thinking of what he would do when he got out...

Most likely, roan will not be completly satisfied, but, that is little concern to me... Hmm..this one seems to be gaurded with as much caution as i...

"My name...is Sid Tork." His head wung ahead, toward hte ceiling of the cage. His eyes sparkled with a show of undeceased pain. Tears slowly trickled along his face, and he rung his head down, staring upon the surface. His eyes wandered, as the tears crinkled upon the ground.

a low growl escaped from under his hood and then he spoke again. "arrrgg...this cage blocks me from my power, tell me, what do you serve? are you one of the pitiful wielders of light? or do you wield glorious darkness?"

His blue gems flung down at his feet, glaring at them thorougly in a thought process. His lips curled back, and he rose his eyes to the heavens.

"You-You are the foolish ones. When we land, I will tear your flesh, if you even have a outer shell, and eat you apart. Cell by cell, you will feel the pain of pure darkness!" He yelled harshly, as the dim life essence overwhelmed his emotions, and brain process.

"The true fool, is one that beleives he can wield darkness against me! and should you try, i shall show you the depth of true power, and take you beyond it! your mortal body shall regret all that you have done during this flight..."

"you can not possably be strong enough to stand against me, your weakness shows in your every action... Your words drip with your foolishness... your body quivers with your simplisity..."

"You are nothing without the Force and your evil ways..hm? I can tell by your attitude. I know, because I've seen people such as you. I hold no anger toward you, or any other thing. You have exposed yourself to the fullest, while I am secretive. If you dont believe me..lets roll back in our minds, and find who asked the questions?" His lips curled back, and he took one step back, nearly leaning agianst the eletronical bars.

"very clever, my younge...friend..." he sat considering what the other had said and laughed again...
"you truly underestemate the power of true evil... I have done as you have accused im afraid, and revealed to much...but i have not revealed everything...and it does not pain me to allow you to know that i will surprise you in the end... I am much more than you think...and soon, you shall find out, that it is not as simply as with holding your hatred..."

Once again I came into a fairly uneventful landfall on Coruscant, although even as before I had to first explain myself to not one, but two destroyers--

Two? Were things escalating that quickly?

--and then dodge and duck my way down to Actar's private landing platform.

But even with all the red tape and traffic, it wasn't as bad as the short hop from Fondor had been. That seemed by comparison to have lasted an eternity.

Not willing to take any chances, I had hit Galen up with another dose of netgun before I had departed from my landing spot next to the junkyards. And while I might have pinioned her body firmly, I sure seemed to have missed her mouth. It didn't close until I finally closed it for her with another shot from my needler...

...but in the short interval that it was working up to specs it did its best to try and divert me from my contract.

She went on with the usual, "how could I do this after all we had been together," which I knew as well as she did was really only a lame excuse. I'll give her credit for keeping her mouth closed about any feelings she had had-- or even now still could have --toward me; quite possibly she thought I'd hit her or something if she had tried that route.

And quite possibly she would have been correct in the matter. And so, instead of trying to work on my that aspect of my emotions, she hauled out the big guns and brought up the child.

Our child. Now in the hands of her sister and the Sith.

That came close to changing my mind. I'll admit I did waver, briefly. But as I grew more and more comfortable with the ability to harden my heart against her, I found myself now able to become strangely angry at the predicament our child--

Our baby girl, she said!

--was in. And so, buoyed up by the assurance of a steadily growing and quite icy rage, I was able to withstand her tears and pleas and accusations for far longer than I thought I ever could have.

Then I nailed her with the needler to shut her up, and finalized my approach to Actar's pad.

Soon after landing, I found myself in the foyer of his private suites, my helmet laying blessedly on a nearby table, downing a glass of something fiery enough to make me forget, at least momentarily, all the words Galen had thrust into my heart on that short trip. Downing in triplicate; she had managed to put in a good many words.

A still trussed and unconscious Galen flopped on the floor at my feet, I lounged against the soft cushions of one of the luxurious couches which lay scattered opulently about, and calmly waited for the esteemed admiral to make his entrance.

And tried my best to avoid thinking about my daughter.

He carried a datapad as he walked in, casually nodding to Sorben, but it was Galen, lying on the floor, who captured his sight. He brought his hand upward, lifting her off of the floor and into the air. After looking at her, and into her mind, he gently laid her onto a nearby couch.

His attention then turned to Sorben, he sat and handed the datapad he carried over to him. "125,000 credits into your account." he paused to watch Sorben's reaction, "That, and my protection whenever it is needed should satisfy you."

"Thank you sir, and anytime you need my services, don't hesitate to call."

Then, finishing my drink, I rose to my feet and set the glass carefully on the nearest table. I indicated Galen with a wave of my gauntleted hand.

"She ought to be coming around soon, Admiral," I offerred politely. "And perhaps-- I'd better not be present when she does.

"I thank you again for your generosity--" Yes indeedy, what with how I probably had gotten the dark and oily Lord Roan angry with me, it's nice to have a man with Actar's power and connections on my side "--and if it's all right with you, sir, I believe I'll take my leave.

"I'm not going far, either. As you have indicated the same to me, I too am here for you, Admiral, whenever you need me.

"Remember that."

With that I replaced my helmet on my head, nodded respectfully once more toward Actar, cast the final look I ever thought I'd take upon Galen, and turned to leave Actar's opulent suites for the undercurrents of Coruscant.

I groaned, stricken with a blazing headache that grew suddenly stronger even as I acknowledged its presence. Tried to lift a hand to rub my aching temple, only to find I couldn't move.

Wha--??

Now instinct took over; I grunted, trying to sit up as my eyes flew open, scrabbling about and taking in their surroundings in a strobe-like series of pictures:

Thick carpet... nice couches... rich decor... me tied up... Admiral Actar....

Admiral Actar.

I froze like a Gandy Rak in headlights, my eyes glued to his unfathomable ones.

Oh, no. No no no no...!

For a moment my brain instinctively jumpstarted into high gear, immediately beginning to assess my situation, how I had gotten there, how I could maybe get away, why on earth this guy kept nabbing me.

Why indeed?

That final thought gave me pause, and my mental gears slowed down a touch. Why did Actar want me so badly? Before I thought it was due to my child... but she was gone.

Don't even begin to dwell on that, Galen ol' girl. There's a time later. Now, you just focus on what's going on around you at this moment.

Why in Hell's Seven Circles does this guy keep coming after you, like a haunting nightmare that won't release you?

All thought of evasion fled from me in a rush, and I lay quietly back upon the couch. Somewhere, deep inside, a little part of me just gave up. The more I ran, the more determined he became.

Get used to it, Galen. The only way to get away from this guy for good is to find out what he wants. Go in that direction. Running isn't going to get you anywhere, at least not on a permanent basis.

My eyes still closed, I let out a small sigh. Then, not looking at the Admiral, I spoke up in a quiet and somewhat hesitant voice.

"Hello, Admiral. So nice to be experiencing your... hospitality again."

Then I fell quiet. There really wasn't anything else I could do or say at the moment.

I brought my little speeder to a thumping halt outside the club, The Azure Planetoid, and carefully climbed out.

Paused for only one brief moment.

Hastened inside.

Time passed before the cunning eyes of the adversary I knew had been stalking me from the Admiral's headquarters. But I had a couple of plays up my sleeve.

I found Dreendl dealing sabaac as I knew he would be. No better sabaac dealer anywhere in the galaxy. Clapped him on his smoothly supple back, waved a few hundred credits under his nose to draw his interest away from the customers he had... who, upon seeing my armor, rapidly lost their interest and disappeared into the smoky depths of the club. The mournful blatting of the jizz-wailers covered our conversation, which was brief and to the point. The Dreendl came around from behind the sabaac table, his own face beginning to split with a growing grin....

And then it split further.

I couldn't help but shake my head as I turned and went to the door with my pal. Leaning my head a bit to one side, I whispered two little words into his ear.

"Be careful."

To which he replied, as always, "Always am."

Then I, Sorben Tarnus, bounty hunter and nouveau riche, walked off into the swelling crowds of the understory of Coruscant...

...and the absolutely identical changling Sorben Tarnus walked off in the other direction.

"I can make your dreams come true, my friend," his garbled voice crept into my ears as he sidled closer, fairly itching to snatch some credits from my very pouch.

I merely sighed. "Not today, pal," I said with a polite enough smile, then continued to move on. I reached for my private commlink, and dialed up a frequency only one other commlink would respond to, no matter how sophisticated the possible eavesdropper's equipment might be. On the other end, my own commlink picked up the signal; I raised the device to my lips....

"Oh, but certainly there are dreams you have, my fine bounty hunter," the Bithian pressed on beside me. His hands reached out greedily to clutch at my armor, where they proceeded to pick and pluck like the claws of a Balmorran metal parasite.

I tried to shrug him off again. Sheesh, the persistant little worrt was beginning to get on my nerves. "Beat it, pal," I said in a little bit firmer tone of voice. "I said I wasn't interested."

The Bithian slythmonger shrugged his cloaked shoulders. "Suit yourself," he said in an offhanded manner, turning to leave, his hand now reaching...

That's when I whirled and nailed the little worrt with my blaster.

The throng of peeps desecrating the walkway didn't even stop to look. They just kept on as if they didn't care about the apparent murder of one of their own beneath their very nose.

Which they probably didn't.

I knelt beside the would-be assassin, pulling his cheap toxic dartgun out from his sleeve to give it a quick glance. Then, my eyes everywhere, I spoke a few words into the commlink, shut it with a decisive little flik, and rose to my feet.

C'mon, ya bastard, I thought in all directions, knowing the hunter on my tail was not just merely active if this little piece of slime had so suddenly and eagerly tried to muscle in on the kill... but probably very close as well. More cunning than I would give him credit for, too.

I know you're out there....

In one smooth motion I tucked the dartgun into one of my pouches. Then I turned and continued to saunter amidst the lowlifes, every sense alert and seeking the one who so obviously was yet out seeking me.

He stayed silent, smiling at her. "Escape is impossible this time, Galen." Her head turned to face him against her own will, her eyes now focused on his, and his on hers. "I know you can sense her, Galen, I sense her also."

At least I hoped so.

My mind raced, battling rising despair. I struggled to think of anything other than JhinDarra, but of course at the moment her name crossed my mind couldn't think of anything but. Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw the Admiral's expression change just a touch; nothing overt, but a shadow of... satisfaction seemed to flit over to lay upon his features.

Slowly he straightened. His smile came even more slowly.

I erupted, beginning to struggle now, not caring how I looked to this guy. Nevermind how I had managed to slip from his clutches time and again and he probably had something good in mind for me now; I didn't care about myself a whit.

"Please! Don't hurt her!" I began to sob. "You can't; she's just a baby! I'll do anything you want, but if you have an ounce of humanity in you please leave my daughter alone!"

He remained ominously quiet, just pinning me with those unfathomable eyes of his. I fell back against the couch, unable to free myself, hiccuping and hating myself for knowing that I had just revealed her presence to him.

"Visiting" her lovely aunt on Khar Delba.

Within the heated ship, sheltered by the outer layer of black harden coal. A fortress of strong built and great metal materail, that was near indescructable by uncannoned launched lasers, or other titanuim pieces, sharpened to destroy. Its light sense of meterail was created souly upon the planet of Urika, which Lumbia- who resided within the boundaries of the ship, once subsided in his early life. Lumbia: The Dark Jedi, who had enternally created a empire upon the planet of Naboo. The planet placed within the realm of the Republic's grasp. Its new found owner lingered comfortablly within the cockpit, awaiting their arrival.

"So...what is your real name?" His voice thundered like a blizzared through the hot lands of Kessel, ripping it of the soul purpose of the terrain-tearing the silence.

The brown haired beauty fell upon the couch comfortablly placed along the thick side of protection upon the layer residing outside. The red couch blended nicely with her skin coloring, and sleak hairstyle. She paused with a thorougly thoughtful face, grasping upon the words that she would stummble upon for the occasion such as this.

"I-I cant say." She apointed the words, uttering them from her pursed lips, that curled softly backward into a optimistic smile-exposing of her sharp dentail teeth.

Her fingers tingled along the edge of the seat, as her lips curled back into a serious tone of expression, leaning back in her seat, creating a enternal comformation. She stared wonderiously at the back of Lumbia, who sat thoughtfully upon his mobile chair.

The Teenaged Dark Jedi whirled himself within the black, mobile seat, manuevering his fingers before him. Flattening his palm, a storke of mental energy pierced itselfs through the veins thrilling through his arm. striking outward in a invisable power, it grasped her pulling her toward him. Placing her comfortablly within his lap, he ran his finger along his face. Throwing his brown, humanoid attractive hair from hanging over his violent, brown eyes-he beamed them toward her face. His stare was deep, as though absorbing her thoughts, and clutching them tightly within the palm of his mental process.

"Give me..Your name?" His tone was of a whisper, light and with a hint of brightness, and confidence, all rolled into one ball of speech.

As the conversation came to a small pause, the ship came into orbit of the round planet positioned neatly about the. Its buildings residing along the land, crunching into the ground of the surface, as its atomsphere was surronded by the blockading forces of its overwhelming powers that had came to destory of its power, and absorb it of its riches. The Empire that was held souly within the hands of a man, known as Admiral Acatar. This planet was..Coruscant

Lumbia was suprised by the accumilation of the conversation. Somehow a questioning manifesting to a loving occasion of fleshing touch. His head kicked back, and he looked over her shoulder. His thought process went into a wild like a jungle, as he attepted to attain the apointed of speech. He placed his hand on the intercom, to enable his vocal sound wave to go through and eject into the thought process of the fleet below.

"I mu-must speak to Admiral Actar. It is a very important situation. Tell him that it is a Dark Jedi, it is about his power over the Core, and the Republic. Tell him "Now that I must speak to him." He hollered, but in a slightly timid voice not to disturb of the occasion between him and the woman leaning along him.

He rolled his fingers along her face, curling his fingers into a small fist and brushing away the tears that had flung within her eyes, and trickled along her cheeks. Rolling his curled fingers along her face, he brushed the hair from over her eye, staring deep into her blue, crystal gems; that only beamed right back. They stretched downward in a small pinch of joy, as the contact of mind, and body had formulated itself in the silenting situation.

"My name is Britney.."

"The Admiral doesn't speak to just anyone, identify yourself, or be destroyed." A reply was sent to yet another ship requesting access to land on Coruscant.
As Actar

He sat in an arm chair across from Galen, his hands on the arms of the chair, he was smiling. The outburst the woman made was humorous to him. He lifted a finger and she quickly lifted into the air above the couch she had been lying on. Her hands grabbed at her throat, she couldn't breathe. "Your child....won't feel a thing." He stood and she fell to the floor, unconcious.

“Positive,” came the reply from his contact “I saw the bounty hunter leave her here with my own eyes.

“And you received our package?” he continued.

“Yes.”

“Good. Admiral Pallaeon appreciates the risk you and your allies are taking with this.”

“As we appreciate that you and he are coming. This Admiral Actar guy needs a taste of his own medicine. I am ready and in place. No one suspects a thing...”

**********

On the outskirts of a blockaded Coruscant...

Amongst ships requesting passage to that great city-planet, an Imperial transport, identified as the T’kalon, slipped from hyperspace near the western hemisphere, blending in to Admiral Actar’s glorious fleet. She identified herself and settled into orbit as she awaited permission to land. Meanwhile on the other side of the planet, another transport slipped in, identifying herself as the Rascale..

All seemed well and quite pleasant.

Nevermind that neither transport was quite a transport.

Before anyone could take note of this descrepency—after all, how would one take note of such a descrepancy when both ships blended so very well with the Admiral’s fleet?—one of the two ships turned on her gravity wells.

Thanks to one very clever Verpine, these gravity wells had an interesting configuration. While most gravity wells pulled in gravity to a single point, allowing the ship to act as a planet and not permit another to take off into hyperspace, this one did the complete reverse. Suddenly the planet was bombarded with shockwaves of gravitons. Ships in orbit around the planet lost their orbits and went to and fro as their pilots attempted to regain orbit and keep their ships from being ripped apart. Yet one ship stood still in the midst of it all, funneling the power of her gravity wells via technology that acted as a black hole.

On the planet, by all appearances they were suffering a massive earthquake. Buildings crumbled. People ran for cover.

As the waves subsided, the ship that had reverted to hyperspace on the western hemisphere turned on her gravity wells, which had been configured in the same way as those on the T’kalon.

On the other side of the city-planet, yet another “earthquake” ensued.

**********

In the pell-mell on planet...

A Palleon loyalist, planted as nothing more than a janitor, sneakily slipped in to an unauthorized area after spotting the Admiral slip away, trying to deal with the problems at hand and trying to figure out just what was going on.

It was time to make his move.

Before a soul could have ever guessed that he was anything more than a janitor about his business cleaning the Admiral’s office, he’d taken Galen Danner.

Of course, nothing was ever quite that easy.

A slew of five Reborn Jedi immediately noticed the apparent “kidnapping” of the Admiral’s prize and moved in on the poor man. But what they didn’t count on was the ysalmiri sneakily placed in the man’s vacu-pack.

He’d have to thank his new allies for THAT later.

Still, the Reborn Jedi fought with great skill. The Admiral didn’t have any shabby workers on his staff. Still, without the ability to use the Force, these Reborn were again just men, fighting as men must when placed in this situation. Because they had been so relient on the Force, they lacked just a small edge in fighting as normal people.

They never saw the thermal detonator coming until it went off.

In moments, he was blasting off in a TIE-interceptor to a pre-arranged redevous. With all of Coruscant’s computer systems on the blink and its shield down, no one would ever be able to catch him as he slipped away to his destination in the sky...

**********

Back in space...

“Do we have her?” came the question.

The TIE pilot replied. “Yes sir. You may proceed to get us the Hell out of here.”

“My pleasure,” was the reply.

After letting their Verpine friend switch the identity of the ship to a YT-1300 called the Slash, the ship blasted off into hyperspace, heading for a redevous at Bastion with the fleet of Admiral Pallaeon himself. In the same manner, the ship that had been still blasting the other side of Coruscant with gravitons ceased her action, reverting her ID to a little yacht called the Daydream. Then she too slipped off into hyperspace to meet with her sister ship in the fleet of the true Imperial Navy...

((OCC: Follow Terrin's Crew to "All's Fair in Love and War" in this same forum. Thank you!))

Moving his hand along the intercom, he turned it on, and began to speak to give an explanation to the situation.

"Excuse me, if you dont allow me in-, Im sure the small Imperail Preperations to attack the Core, and overtake you, and implace their new plans would be nice. They have all teamed up, they are the few people who still believe in the Empire, and are sure to overtake anything that'll be in their way. I know of this, as I have heard it with my own ears." He lied completely of the situation, but thorougly implaced his voice according to the frame of mind of truth. This was all for they would believe in what he had declared

He awaited the reply, with a clear, stern voice, placing his hand along his jaw and thinking thoughtfully to himself. His eyes sparked with the gems of brown, as he swung his hand toward his lightsaber, grasping tightly upon it, securly prepared for anything that could/would throw itself toward him.

Abruptly, the sound of physchical operation eat at the ears of the Youthful Dark Jedi, as his fingers curled slowly about the handle of his weaponary. Securely grasping upon it, he rotated his structure about in the chair, and impelled the black, raging heat-projected from the crystal that flared within the hilt. The acomplishment of dead had proceeded itself upon the frame of the girl, known as Britney. The Dark Jedi's smooth, soft lips, snaked horizitionally-structuring itself in the fashion of sanguineness. The sole of Lumbia's foot flushed against the surface, embarking his upper body into a stand. Manuerving his hand upward, as his body had positioned, the lightsaber decended through the core of her flesh, and outward from the top of her skull.

A darkness roamed out, going through space and decreasing of its essence, as its smoke was cleared with the winds of the foundation upon the planet of Corucant.

"I knew that evil couldn't love." Lumbia's voice was cold, as was his mucus drenched lip, that slied its way along his lips, in a devlish fashion.

Lumbia came to a knelt, and ran his fingers back and forth about the ground, where the tangible leveled. Finishing, with his palm soaking of the blood, and organs that toppled to the ground from the large wound, he ran his fingers about it. His tounge perspiring the blood.

The Youthful Evil's voice went into a susurrant of arousement by his own actions.

"im no expert my friend, but it appears you, miscalculated...."

Narcolm looked at Recinis for a moment, then shook his head. "no, we are in a system nabering coruscant, i must contact a...ah. Friend..."

recinis nodded to the man and sat quietly.

Narcolm then delved into his knew ability with the force, opening his mind to the universe, searching out Rathal.

After a few minuts of searching, enhanced by the power of atma's body, narcolm detected rathal and quickly sent a message to him.

"Rathal, i need you once again... You must help me get to coruscant, I must retrieve the one that Mr. Tarnus held captive, perhaps you may know a way to get in?"

-- Rathal

Rathal was walking somewhere on the Hornet when suddenly he felt an intrusion in his mind, then the firmilier voice of Narcolm flashed through his mind.

"I might be able to help you, but what exactly would i be getting for my efforts?" the man thought, letting the link follow through to Narcolm.

the Voice of Narcolm was a Jack-hammer in Rathals head. "WE WILL DISCUSS SUCH ISSUES LATER!"
The message sent by narcolm forced rathal to grasp his temples, his head throbing.

" I ha-ave recently helped othe-rs in an attack on corus-" his thoughts stammered back. "What where the details of the mission?" narcolm shot back

"It is not my place to say such things" Rathal then returned, hoping that Narcolm would not destroy him on the spot.
Narcolm then probed deeper into the mans thoughts, "Get me a meeting with the one that holds such privledge."

"W...why?" He questioned himself, before a beep interupted his self-puzzlement, grasping his attetion, and mind-setting himself back upon the Admiral's response to his statement.

His orders included expanding the blockade around the planet, preventing any ship from getting close to the atmosphere; no ship enters the atmosphere without his or Admiral Swatzi's permission; Reborn troops, along with Dark Troopers were everywhere on Coruscant, you couldn't turn a corner without seeing one or the other, or even both; and the Blackline Wing, along with the newly created Blueline Wing patrolled the high skies of Coruscant at all times.

A bounty of 2,000,000 credits was placed on the head of Galen's husband, and part-owner of Eagle Enterprises, Terrin Danner. A lesser, but just as meaningfull to any bounty hunter of 500,000 credits was placed on the head of Aaron Barnes, part-owner of Eagle Enterprises. 50,000 credits was awarded to any person or group who could successfully destroy property belonging to Eagle Enterprises.

"You should come to a stop, I haven't finished yet..." Lo-Ban said hurriedly.

Just then Lo-Ban's hip started to vibrate, 'thank goodness' he thought to himself...

"You are to meet up with a TIE defender which originated from Khar Delba... You are to assist them in whatever is needed... I am updating your MPI, so that you will not lose them.... May the force be with you..."

Lo-Ban then entered the cockpit to give Trel the coordinates. "This ship should take us back to Khar Delba... Lets just hope this guy is easier to keep up with..." Lo-Ban said to the patient Trel...

In the cockpit, many projections of important information, came projecting from the panel. It showed many updates to the bounty list, but the most important was the one that had came toward a few of a woman's husband, and associates all placed under a list, organized with the bounty beginning from Admiral's Fleet.

"Excuse me-" His voice excereted through the intercom piece placed over his mouth, and he quickly continued with the plain he had organizedly set up. "-I believe that I can catch these new boundies. If so, could I speak to the Admiral private for a matter of 10 minutes?"

His patience once again took a commencement, and he stroked his fingers subconsciousnessly along his chin, as it had became a traditional exposure to mental processing.

"Idiot, this isn't your everyday person. This is someone that can kill more then a fleet of men, single-handly. Im a Dark Jedi, so if you dont start allowing me to speak to him, I'll be killing all the bounties, and destroying them. Also, I know more then enough about you to design a plan to overthrow you. And if you dont see this as a threat, then you should start changing your mind-set, idiotic monkey! If I dont get some answers about Yavin, you wont be getting any of these bounties of yours! Cause I'll go out of my way to destroy them!!" His speech ended with a huff, as he crunched his finger about the rod, tensifying his muscules, and excereting veins that bulged outward, expressing themselves about the layer of skin.

The patience that had ran through his body vaporized with his new expression of optisim. Lumbia's eyes wandered outward the ship, through the small glass windows positioned along the circular cockpit, and manuervered his finger to the side, and opened up his fist.

His mind-set went into a progression of the Foce, slowly reading through the man's mind and forseeing what the pilot in the next ship saw. Staring at him, his lips curled back slowly, and he controled the being.

Grasping upon his thoughts, and mental stability, he made him suicidally rush forward toward the barrier, blockading any forces from entering. Rushing ahead, he made the being enable the force of th esheidl that would only last for a matter of seconds, giving the pilot enough time for what he needed to do. Pushing the sped of the crafts to its limit, he crashed into one of the TIE Fighters, exploding it with immense heat excereting. The blockade slowly seperated, but not enoughf or anyone to move through, for if they even challenged them, they'd be destroyed of by their lasers, or ion cannons that were ported upon the surface.

"This is what..I can do..." He declared, in a smooth voice of confidence.

((OOC: Too much had been added after this post was made. Once a post is up, it is up. Also, you could not have reached Graysith in the manner you did. Khar Delba is in another time and place now, and only the All can penetrate that protection... which is a registered character and cannot be used without permission. ~ Graysith))

"Forget it..Just Forget it." He spoke through the intercom, and placed his finger along the navigation control. Twirling his ship around in a circular motion, he adventured elsewhere, going through hyperspace.

A black and ebon blue, highly modified E Wing Star fighter went swarming from the busy planet of Spakle. Swarming through the heavens. The Star fighter speared through the stars-that shimmered like gems in darkness. It began sprinting through asteroids that surrounded the planet, exiting through the harsh path, in a showcase of the pilot's skills. Exposing himself with the signal of smoke coming from behind his engines, he went twirling about, barley touching of the asteroids that could be the holder of the pilots death.

Stopping after the asteroid field, that has strained the pilot's crafts engines slightly, by a slight malfunctioning.

The teenaged, dirty blonde haired pilot yelled out to the T1-X, positioned in its small pit, enabling it to function with the malfunctioning that could have progressed over the flight. "T-man, get moving-we don’t have all day." He simply declared, leaning back in his seat in thinking thoroughly to himself.

The navigational staff was positioned between all his tools, enabling him to function through all the missiles, and other tools that function, manifesting a regular ship into one of a Star fighter. His eyes- the eyes of a 17 year old pilot, known well as Rock Howard for his rocky missions- were locked completely on the rod, in a thoughtful manner. His blonde eyebrows curved downward, intensifying his expression, as he firmed his visual jewels.

"Beep!" The sound of the T.I-X incepted his attention, throwing the Teenager in his seat, back into a position of focus. The beep was a signal of complete construction, and now he was to prepare for an attack.

Running his hand along the control panel, he emplaced the Rifle missiles in. His preparation was up, and only fate could hold his future. Grasping tightly upon the navigational rod, attired with many weaponry launching buttons. Securing those lethal launch buttons in his soft palm, he rolled it forward. Maneuvering the ship forward, with an adjustment of speed, he went blazing ahead. Sprinting through the stars, it seemed wind as rushing through the ship's body, blurring it of its normal image.

Abruptly stopping before the planet of Resiy, he took his eyes from the circular Orgin of life, and to a structure that hovered far over the planet. It was a structure, known only as a shipyard-for ship construction, and repair. The boy's lips curved back, before the realization became a visual within his brain.

There was to many Star fighters surrounding this place. It wont be that easy.

His voice boomed in his mental reality, not becoming as clears to him in psychical. Seconds of progression unfazed it, clearing it completely. The Teenager's lips plowed down, firming into a serious line. His expression was cold, and his hands were soft. Preparation was over, and the time for fate to do its magic had come.

Surging downward, it suicidal dived toward the few blockades, showcasing their guarding-mentality for the E.E rights for the shipyard. If it where to be destroyed, as Rock Howard’s had learned, he could gain a mild amount of credits, that could able him to repair a few parts on his ship, and gain a few heavy weaponry.

Placing his hand upon a small button about the top of the rod, excreting through the small pipe, located upon the edge of his wings, were thin lasers of red hue. Sizzling through the air, it burned through the bodies of the ships before him, destroying them after two stealth shots. Twirling downward, the ships ejected to the heaven's above, catching the attention of the guard pilots. Their eyes were thrown up in curiosity, and quickly knew of what was to happen. In the interior of the ship, Rock Howard placed his fingers about the control panel, and began the process of ejecting the large missiles, that would increase the damage to their blockade. The pilots quickly went flying forward, in preparation of the confrontation.

Rock Howard only lingered back in his seat, and slowly slimed his fingers down the rod. Pressing to the last two buttons, appointed upon the opposite sides of themselves on the shaft. Gradually the ship's navigational pole was absorbed inward, upon its small plate, excluding it from all the other controls. Two small shafts ejected, which came as controls for the ropes that had been stationed within the smaller pipes along side the frontier of the ship.

Pressing upon the points, as he maneuvered them, he trusted the two ropes outward, and the edges jolted their grapples upon it. Holding tightly, he pressed upon the control panel, and two large cannons maneuvered, and plunged two highly powerful explosive missiles. Charging through the mental exterior, they imploded the two Starships. Unleashing his ropes in time without injuring their delicately, he strolled them back in.

Holding still, he stealth fully awaited the next attack, so he could destroy of them in groups, and then go about his business upon the attack upon the shipyard. Suddenly, two large shots came strolling toward him, in a fast pace-with the time of reaction nearly passing by. Grasping upon the rod, a sudden shockwave of the "Force" came through his being, and he contrived his ship in an adjustment that wouldn't able him to be injured, or temporarily damaged by the attacks. In an exposure of love of breath, a relieving sigh came from his vocal box, and lungs. Pressing outward, he slowly ran his eyes upward, staring at his surroundings.

Rolling his eyes, visually grasping the image of the shooter, he came rushing toward him, preparing for the attack. Violently, and swiftly running his fingers about the control panel like a keyboard, Rock Howard came to an end, where he had the disintegration controls installed. Emerging from a small slit upon the top of his ship was a missile. Grasping upon the Sniper locating, he placed it neatly before his eyes. Squinting his left eye, and uprising his cheek he stared ahead with his right. Preparation was finished, and completed, and now as that emit of the triggering.

Emitting the furry of the disintegration blast. The thin, but everlasting thin line of red heat went rushing ahead, slowly vanquishing of its power.

"Man, I can’t keep this up much longer. I better begin the E.E shipyard attack." Rock Howard voice was stern, and loud, emerging from the cockpit to his beep language friend.

Cascading his dowel with his hand, he dived downward toward the shipyard, which E.E had so powerfully had the rights over to use, when needed. Shooting down at the droids that were working. Destruction roamed the shipyard, completely cascading the few certain spots, amongst the large ship construction center. Included with the target of his quick shots were the ships, and a few small placements where the droids were ejected, to work. Large sounds of booms, and bangs went roaming through the hallow sound of space, before he swarmed out of the scene quickly, back toward the back of the blockade.

Swirling about, they began firing abruptly toward him, in a large flare. Weaving, and whirling through, with an unnoticeable touch of the "Force" guiding him through his troubles, and tribulations he came outward from the area, barley untouched. The edge of his wing was scave by a tremendously large flaring gun ray, placing fire upon his ship.

Heading out of the range of their shots, he knew he would have enough damage to their shipyard to gain the cash, and went downward to the planet he was previously upon, to get a small repairing.

He had did the smallest of damage, but it would come out indeed on his account, or he would have to visit with the Empire.

Back to Spakle

Admiral Actar nodded in approval, “How are the bounties working?”

"Thus far, 700,000 credits have been rewarded to pilots throughout the galaxy who have managed to successfully destroy property belonging to Eagle Enterprises."

"Good, the more money given out, the better. Have you looked into former customers of Eagle Enterprises? Surely they couldn't have pulled off the earthquake stunt alone."

"We're going through that now. Of course, most of that information is kept private within the company, but we are looking at what we can. We have a spy working in the company, he should update us regularly with different information."

"Well, then, is that all?" Actar asked.

"Actually, sir, there is more. As you know, Eagle Enterprises has no Planetary Headquarters."

"Yes, I know that, Sergeant. They're headquarters is the Hornett, why, have you found it's location?"

“We’re very close to knowing it, sir.”

Again, he nods in approval. He asked, “And Correlia. What’s the latest?”

“The Reborn troops alone have managed to kill the majority of rebels there, the rest…well, they aren’t enough to worry about.”

“Right, well, I want them dead as well.”

“Yes, sir.”

“How are the academic facilities on Ambria coming?”

"First catch of the day..."

"Sir"

"Speak"

"This planet is heavily guarded, Sir."

"How heavily, navigator."

"It seams to be blockaded..."

"Continue on, search the outskirts of this system, any freighter will do..."

"Yes sir"

Admirals Actar and Swatzi sat facing the Commanders of Interior(Coruscant) and Exterior Operations, on the top floor of the Imperial Towers, facing the sunset.

"We believe there are a number of spies for outside organizations on the surface, as well as possible assassins. "

"And how did they get on the surface, Commander?" Admiral Swatzi inquired.

"Most, sir, were here and later hired, some did manage to pass the initial blockade, but of course, that's impossible now. We have our own spies in the areas these goons would most likely hang out, and we feel we'll kill the majority, the rest we'll take care of when their stupidity gets the best of them."

..........................
Later

"As expected, there are numerous rebbelous organizations, most would be no match. There is world on the outer-rim, Mech'a, an old and practically a forgotten planet. Legend has it there was an uprising, a...droid uprising, on that planet. Actual information has surfaced that these droids may have left the planet, and are somehow able to make a human into a droid."

"Sounds ridiculous," Swatzi commented.

"Yes, it does," the commander continued, "but if this is true, depending on their speed, they could amass a huge army."

"Find them and destroy them." Actar said, "Lightning?" he looked at Swatzi and asked. Swatzi paused, and nodded.

"Commander, ready the Lightning for an attack on Mech'a."

"Yes sir."

"Moving on," Actar said, "what more can you tell me about Eagle Enterprises?"

"Well, as you know, none of their property is listed under them anymore. We still know the location of property formerly theirs, however."

"What about our 'spy?'"

"The ship is in hyperspace, as soon as it drops, we'll make contact and send the transmission droid."

"I'm positive." Admiral Actar replied.

"Well, we should have known Pallaeon would be against us. The Janitor will be interogated, and then terminated, as will anyone affiliated with the SSD Repair Company." Swatzi said.

"Pallaeon doesn't pose a huge threat, but we need to eliminate him just the same."

"I'll direct our intelligence sources to look into him, and we'll take action as soon as we find something." Swatzi replied.

A young captain burst through the door and said, "Admiral!" not knowing which to look to, his eyes bounced back and forth as he spoke. "The Lightning is ready to strike Mech'a. There are active shipyards on the planet. "

"Fire when ready, Captain" Admiral Swatzi said to the young man, with a slight nod of the head.

The man disappeared as quick as he came. "If there is a droid army, it shouldn't be hard to tackle, and defeat." Swatzi said to Actar.

Who replied, "Let's hope so."

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He took in the air, and breathed out, leaning softly back within his ship's cockpit seating. Sean's lips curved back in a show of happiness, as he took long, thick silenced moment to gaze at the stars before the action would once again flood his life. Where he could become like any other person, and ignore those simple things. To be cautious about actions, instead of innocently doing things, just out of delight, even though the reaction could be filled with pain. Sean was indeed to become a regular being of space, only worrying about the htings that were not as important, or actually essentail.

"If this puzzling situation is true, I wonder what my name was before I had became Sean Hortkron. I could go through the files of Yavin's database, or Coruscants." Sean said, lingering ack into his normal position, staring ahead.

Placing his hands upon his control panel, he began positioning the ship for the escape into hyperspace, only to exit before the planet of Coruscant. The keys light up, and a projection came thorugh the slit. Placing his hand on the hologramic projection, his fingers slid alogn the screen. Pulling the key to the position of the Core of Space, and right before Coruscant. The situating was complete, and all he needed to do was apply pressure to the key before the projection screen.

"Here we go puppy. For the last time..." Sean contend, as his Index, and middle finger applied the pressure that was needed for the implant of hyperspace.

Manifesting into the realm of bluring stars, as the rate of speed was near undescrible. The swiftness of the ship twirling, and manuevering from the realm near Tattonie, toward the area of Corsucant. The absurb scientifical boundaries had yet to be appointed to anyone of the galaxy. You could reach the heavens, and escort yourself through space with just the utilization of a vehicle. The amazement of this was only something Sean seemed to realize, and with htose thougts, he delightfully smiled for the last time before he went into a deep slumber, awaiting the day where he would appear before the blockade of Actar's Forces, where he would register for a new job.

Rolling about in his somnolent slumber, upon the comfortable chair, that seemed to not please him within his unconscious state. His mental organs probed a new conception, known to many as a dream, or in dire situations-a nightmare.

Sean walked around in the silk, beauitful robes of a Jedi. Motioning about the colorful terrain, he smelt the beauitful flowers. He was upon the planet of Naboo, where many great Jedi's subsided, and once the Imperail casted their power. Where Darth Vader, also known as Anakin Skywalker, before he fell to the Dark Side married Padme Amadila. The history of this land was feirce, but seemed to also weild beauitful lush. The sparkling rivers which homed the Gungans, who accompanied the Naboo Fleet in its fight in the Trade Federation. This was clearly a land of great history, and incredible people. Sean's mind seemed to want thsoe things to be in his past, but all there was before he was 13 was a wall, blocking him from seeing what he wanted to. A mirror only showing himself, but nothing of his past. HE wanted those things back, to become a Jedi-which previously he hated. To help the Republic in its task of overtaking the Imperail, which he once craved to do. All this actions have been overlayed by his new vies from his amnesia state. It was nothing more then emotions of hate toward the amnesia that he scared his life. HE wanted to be young again, to hodl those things that he cherrished before, but couldn't remember. Sean wanted those things, he wanted his real name-he wanted his mother. Sean Hortkron wanted to achieve a task people seemed to ignore amoungst the galaxy; to weild his life. It wasn't anythign else to it, other then to remember his past, but still he would be changed, and chained down forever as a Pilot. He couldn't ever go back to the past...but if he could he would try his hardest to hold it forever. Never to allow it to fall from his hands as before. He wanted those things back, but no one in the galaxy could give it to him...

But maybe, just maybe one could. Maybe one of the Sith, even Actar he would rely on for this task. He wanted somehow to go back in time and weild those things he couldn't achieve, or hold anymore.

All these thoughts came to mind when he sat in the valley that Padme and Anakin sat once before, when the Birth of Clones in War came to be. The fight of Republic, and Imperail. Yet the Republic was being implaced with a virus from the inside. Sean sat in the mix of his own history, and other's, yet neither one he could see.

He wanted it back...He wanted it all BACK!!

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Staring toward the commlink, he began the conversation of his registration as a Imperail Army Soldier.

"Yes, Lieutenant," was all he said and then became quiet to hear what the young man would say.

The lieutenant straightened further. "Sir!" he said crisply. "We have received an incoming transmission from the old Imperial post on Endor. It would seem..."

In a smooth rush of words he proceeded to inform the Admiral of goings on regarding a planet which was one of the highest concerns of Actar, and coming from, of all places, the least.

Actar frowned when he finished, then dismissed him. He then called up Swatzi on his personal comm, and passed the information along that he had heard, ending with orders succinct and clear.

"Send an additional full garrison of Reborn, and another Blackline wing to Yavin IV, but have them lay low. In the meantime, sweep up the Jedi there, and send them to--"

On the other end, Swatzi nodded as the orders came into his ears. At length Actar fell silent, and Swatzi only nodded once again.

Then, "It shall be as you order, Admiral," he replied and closed the commlink.

In moments more, the orders were given.

And in a matter of mere hours, completely carried out... and in the greatest of secrecy.

Lumbia's eyes without notice of the fleet about him fell to a close. Concealing his hazel nut colored eye's, his hands rose. The sole of a foot could be heard from his ear creeping from toward the area slowly. Crunching the fallen leafs from the high oak-like trees. Lumbia took an abrupt jump off the stomp, and as swiftly as he moved upward he came down shifting himself before a creature. Her hair was green, and neatly set to gorge her face with the sense of beauty and youth, while her clothing was unfashioned to the modern Galaxy. Attire in brown over shirt, cut through the middle to expose her yellow shirt, and had a long skirt made of the over shirt materail. She seemed like a native because of her clothing fit the creatira of someone who lived in the waeathers that a Ewok did. The Human Native snarled and stepped back, slowly manuevering her hands about.

"Excuse me, but exactly who are you?" Lumbia cogitate, staring at the lady who only stared back with her sly green eyes, crossed with anger.

She fell silent until a quick screech came from her voice, and the sound of feet could be heard sprouting about the fleet. Rushing from side to side, they were all attired in similar fits, and of different sexs. Flooding around like water, they all put up their melee weapons, pointing them toward their adversaries.

"I dont want to be rude, but I may ask again-who are you?" He inquired suprisingly calmer then hte previous once, and in a near whisper.

"Someone that will kill you if you move any closer." She replied, her voice stern-showcasing her strong feminine personality. She digged her foot into the ground, and threw up a spear. Whirling it around in her palm she pointed the end toward the face of the man.

"Dont move..." She simply stated.

The Jedi didn't aprove,and he quickly flinched to show his disagreement, and before she could strike he leaped over, placing his foot on her head, and shifting his momentum into her. Throwing her toward the ground, digging her face through the dirt he slide along the ground.

"Fleet, move into the ship, and attempt to avoid all attacks. I feel a disturbance in the force. It is flowing through my veins like the Force itself. Put the Coordinates to Kashyyyk ." Lumbia commanded, as the Major and its fleet picked up its laid weapons and shot. Aiming past the humanoids, they scattered away-adventuring out of harms way.

Lumbia rushed forward toward the woman who still was left off balance, attempting to regain it. Kicking the spear from her hand, he stepped on it, crunching it under his feet. Interjecting an enormous amount of the Force within the strenght of his feet, he projected himself into the heavens. Falling on the heaven-heading ship, he placed his feet on the ramp as it came into a close. Sliding along the ground, he stared at the others. As the ship headed toward the planet, Lumbia smirked at the window at the girl who screeched out, and went diving into the water, heading back to their orgination.

"We must speak with Admiral Actar."

Sean's eyes popped open from their thoughtful close, and he stared through the window-allowing him to see the stars. As he awaited the response of his earlier call, he leaned back once more in his leather seat and began contiplating once more of life itself and nothing else.

The ship's pilot gazed upon the planet Coruscant, his thoughts running through events long past.

He could see creatures...demons...wearing soulles, white armour, with black, empty eyes. Yet there was life behind those eyes, and the demons still felt pain...they were not invincible. Fire...fire cut them down...and fire was used against him as well...

The images left the man's eyes, now staring through his helmet visor into space. Jakob Renard, the Dark Lord who had once been Tylon Kincaid, gripped his lightsaber hilt as though in fear of losing it again.

Too much. I lost too much.

The Mandalorian clad figure rested against the seat, preparing himself for a possible confrontation. A small red light flashed on the ship's control system, and Jakob leaned forward and pushed down the receive button.

"Attention, shuttle. You are trespassing in a system owned by the Empire. State your business quickly, or prepare for a boarding party."

Jakob turned his comm radio on to respond. "I wish to...invite...myself to join forces with the good Admiral. I'm sure he could use someone of my skill..." He waited for the weakling's response.

If he does not believe me, I'll have to prove I am what I am.

I am what I am? You're me you bastard.

But first...

With a thought, he closed the grip on the controller's neck. As he was choking him to death Jakob began sensing the approach of a Star Destroyer.

Pick up the pieces, no doubt. he thought. He touched his lightsaber. Let them come. I haven't wielded this for 20 years...