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IC as Jon "Very well sir, I'll go see him right away.... Ok, I'll bring Tara and a squad... Yes sir, thank you sir." He hung up the call and immediatly walked out. "Tara, get saddled up for a ground op... Seargent, have you and second squad meet us outside in 5 minutes. 3 in civ gear, 5 in normal gear..." "Sir!" He snapped to it, speaking into his comlink as he jogged away. "Whats up?" asked Tara. "Dunno... We're going to meet the president for a 'special meeting' and we are supposed to come along armed." He shrugged and went to grab his own gear. They arrived at the presidents door 15 minutes later. The soldiers had to wait outside but he and Tara would go in. The secratary buzzed them through. "You called for us sir?" Head Councillor Iodit glanced up. "Ah yes, the mercanaries. Come along, we're leaving. You have the equipment I asked for?" Jon nodded. "Very good. Outside." They walked back out of the security... Jon didn't know what was going on but it was weird. "Jon, your in the back with me. Tara, your driving. Your soldiers will take the truck you came in." Jon nodded as he got into the car. "Scan it please Jon. Tara, get us moving." Tara nodded and the car lurched into motion. Jon brought out a small device and played with it for a bit. "Got one." He reached over Iodit and plucked a tiny invisible device off the siding, then threw it out. "Clean sir. 99.34% likely." Iodit frowned but said nothing. "ok... heres how it goes. Your men are up on the roof above the location. You, Tara and you 3 civilian looking men are on the ground with me. Say nothing. Do nothing. If anyone... and i mean anyone looks like hes pulled a gun, shoot first and ask questions later. If law enforcement or military approaches, get me out of there and don't worry about opening fire." Jon nodded slowly. "Uh, ok sir." "Very good. Pull over here." Tara did. "Tell your men what i just said... scan there jeep too." Jon nodded, got out and headed back. He returned a few moments later. "Good to go sir." Iodit nodded, and started them driving again. He gave directions to Tara, and had Jon watch for a tail. They were clear so he at last pulled into a small back alley plaza. Jon and Tara clambered out, hands near there pistols. The soldiers got out and 5 of them immediately scrambled up to the rooof. 3 others took up position around the vehicle as Iodit got out. “Excellent work. Worth every penny. There is more money then what your getting however.â€

"He wants us to do what!" yelled Admiral Colton. "You've got to be kidding me. Charge the bloddy ships!" "Sir, thats what he said," replied his comm tech. There ships could so easily be crushed... what was this General Hirotek fellow thinking... "Orders sir..." asked Navigation. "A moment please." Beside him other ships surged out to point blank. "Jeesuz christ, all ahead full. Stand by on the troops. Load up the assault shuttles. Follow the generals orders... How many fighters we have left?" "Uh... 22... 10 from elite, the other 2 squadrons have combined into one." 22 fighters to escort 14 assault shuttles... "Give me a link to Gold one." A moment, and a light flashed on his screen. "Gold one here." "Rhys, we want to try to board... Could you get those shuttles over to an enemy ship safely?" A pause. "I... I think so sir... We'll need a few seconds warning to when they launch so we can form up..." "Good, standbye." The ships shook as a blast ripped into it. He glanced at damage control... shields failing. The carrack was going to be destroyed if it stayed... though the assault frigate was holding up well. "Tell the Defender to jump out of here and standby..." "Aye sir. Troop transports ready... they could launch within 10 seconds of the order." The Introvertor shook again... "This General better know what he's doing"

IC as Iodit Iodit pressed the button on the comlink. "Send him in... Your sure he wasn't followed?... good." The door opened and a rather pompous looking man walked in. "Harrumph... all that security. What's your big worry?" "Ambassodor, please. Your own security forces were driven off. The rebels are above there, and god knows how many have infiltrated down. If they discovered we were meeting... the results could be disastrous. As it is, can you still gurantee the forces we discusse dof before?" "Of course... that and more. You and your other... non-human... councillors can remaing as councillors, though you will need to add 4 seats to the government for Imperial Liason... 50 million credits per year plus a bonus of 150 million upon initial sign up. And then there are some more... shady side of the dealings I'm sure you don't want to have spoken." He passed over a sheet. Iodit quickly read it and let out a low whistle. "My lord... my lord... Well, if the Republic doesn't send down there ambassador soon... I'm pretty sure you'll have us!" The man grinned, as did Iodit. "Sounds good... Your men will conduct me out?" Iodit nodded. "Pleasure doing business." With that he lifted up his considerable bulk, turned away and walked out. Iodit placed a call into his secratary next. "Contact the republic. They have 24 hours to have the ambassador on the ground, and we meet 6 hours thereafter at the latest... otherwise they can just leave the damn planet and never return.... Yes, in those words please and thank you!" He pressed the button to turn it off and leaned back... life was good.

*cough* *cough* No imps? I could take em too! That way I'm not on the any of your sides, its me stick all of u But seriously... we need to move the story along. Launch the freighters onto the ground. Hefi forces can try to foil them (but fail). we need to give jess's character some free raign... he has nothing to rlly do except sit on the ship until you let him down on the ground brandei...

"Sound the Klaxon. 30 seconds to Hyperspace Re-entry. Double check battle stations," ordered Colton. "Aye sir... all stations report 100%." Colton nodded and returned to looking out the viewscreen. Their method of arrival was confusing to say the least. They had jumped around, getting repairs done from a variety of worlds. There assault frigate was fully equiped, as was the Introvertor. They had repaired the Carrack to 65% capability as well as picking up a dozen more assault shuttles. The problem was that it needed some time in a real shipyard for repairs. A trader had suggested Kuat, so they were heading there. The trader had given them basically a pirate point... they would be coming out pretty close to the planet... "5...4...3..." They reverted to real space and around them there wasn't very much activity. In fact... incredibly little. Curious. "Sensors... what's going on?" "Scanning sir... it appears... Son of a Sith sir! 2 armadas on the other side of the planet... Reporan and... GFFA, whatever that is, and some other unidentified ship." So the rumours were true... Kuat was not a great place to be. Options... "Communications, get us a set of co-ordinates from whoevers in charge. Inform them we're from the Taurian Combine and are looking to join the fight against the rapora. Fighters can launch once we're closer... Stand by on the troop transports." From what they'd picked up in the ground battle with the raporan before, General Tarsyk had formulated strategies for dealing with the raporan ground soldiers. They required at least 5 to 1 odds, but when you had as much infantry as this taskforce had... they had well over 20, 000 troops. 14 Assault shuttles each carrying 40 could offload a lot of troops in a short period of time. Capturing a raporan vessel could be possible... but since they had little experience with, there was no actual proof of this. Perhaps the commanders could enlighten them. "Communications, be sure to ask if it is even possible to capture a raporan vessel. Navigation, move us to the co-ordinates communications gives you soon as possible..." "Roger sir,"

i haven't seen trej post since the 7th... is he away or something? right now i'm above tatooine, getting my ships repaired best i can i guess...

what about me, what can i do?

IC as Iodit "WHAT!" Iodit was nearly yelling at Muloor in front of him. "You mean that a New Republic Ship fired upon us! Are you sure?" General Muloor nodded gravely. "Yes sir... They had freighters that were supposed to land... They undoubtably won't now though.. I have put in the security effects i told you about... But the real question is what do we do about the Republic... Our second mercanaries are waiting a 2 minute Hyperspace jump away, and there modified Carrack Cruiser and fighters could hurt them... but theres no way they'd survive. And our second group isn't several weeks away!" Iodit sighed and sat down. "We will continue as normal. Leave the starport security in place. Return the X-Wings to Standby... What's the probability the Republic picked up the engagement? Just in case it wasn't them." Muloor shrugged. "Theres no way they could know the exact details of the fight. They could of picked up the missile launches, and quite possible the destruction of the 2 A-Wings would be noticed... though we're 95% sure it was the republic. So they know anyways." Iodit sighed again... "Nothing must be leaked... the Republic must not know anything on the subject." The general saluted and turned to leave. "One more thing general... how's the ambassador?" Muloor smiled. "He's doing fine sir. He's very happy that we're keeping him here and letting him negotiate with us despite his forces being driven off. If we go with them, he has promised the additional strenght of an Imperial and a Victory II destroyer to help us drive off the rebels..." "And the agents?" "We've picked up 3... we're having them tailed. We hope they lead to something more. We know theres many more though sir. Anything else?" Iodit shook his head, Muloor saluted again and left. Playing 2 sides off against each other wasn't easy... but the benefits could be huge...

IC as Jon "Heads up... we have contacts." As they closed with the unknown contacts they had slowly become clearer. At last his computer got him the identity of one of them. "Nebulon-B... IFF claims it to be the abdicator. Check the holonet, find out who its allied to Jeff." He lead the flight to swing away from the moon.... he wanted to had time to get moving if they were spotted. "Got 2... A-Wings, mark II... Oldies," said Scearcy over the comm. "We also have a half dozen light freighters... none of them are ringing a bell... though they're flying with military precision. Looks like we have New Republic forces." Jeff then said, "Abdicator recently defected to the Alliance according to the holonet..." A pause as they came into view. They were very distant, Jon could just make out a light freighter. Suddenly they scattered. Jon glanced at his sensors. "Spotted... The freighters are scattering. A-Wings are closing... i have 2 more launching from the Abdicator..." Jon did some quick math is his head. "2 Flight, turn back, head back to base. Stay inside 1.5 kilometers of us. Tara, stick tight, we're closing." Jon flicked a switch and his S-Foils deployed. 5 kilometers out... wished he could fire. His torpedoes had a 5km range, there concussions were only 4... 4 kilometers away... Rattler screamed behind him. A lock. "Scatter, 2 flight, lock em up." Rattler screamed again... incoming, 7 seconds away. Jon flew away for 3 seconds before chopping the throttle to zero, inverting and opening up. The single missile exploded brilliantly. Beside him, Tara skillfully dove out of the way and the missile flew by, calculated it wouldn't hit and exploded. "1 away!" called out Scearcy. One down... they had 20 seconds to gun down the second A-Wing... or else they'd have to take on the next... 6 fighters... 4 of them looked like TIE fighters... but they had shields. A sign of a newly defected ship. 2 flight was closer though... "2 flight, back to base. Stand off firing Tara." Jon whipped the X-Wing around, settled the crosshairs over it and waited for Rattler to get a lock... the beeping increased until it rang solid. "1 away," he said as he pulled the trigger. It exploded brilliantly. "Back to base... full speed, all power to it." Jon transfered lasers, shields, and pretty much all other power to the engines. The X-Wing leaped ahead to that almost equal of an A-Wing. Behind him, the A-Wings turned back. "We're clear... Stay away from the Republic forces. We'll wait until we're on the ground to report... stay frosty. Any idea why they screwed up our sensors?" Scearcy came back almost immediatly. "Sir, they had a radar dish on the moon... it was brodcasting weird frequencies. Something to do with Oscillations... and all of those freighters IFF's were logged to land within the next few hours... a way to insert into the city." Oh shit... "Contact, ground control. Have armed infantry meet every shuttle that lands... make sure they're clean."

OOC: My bad... fixed.

*coughs* All of this to pretty much win. Day 450, sesswanna is mine. A fleet of 5 MC80a's, 3 Quasar Fire Cruisers, 8 gunships, a few corvettes/bulk cruisers. Pound 2 imps, 4 vics and a carrack over Coruscant. 2 vics 1 imp dead. 1 MC80a's shields went down and thats it. Lost a few squads of fighters too. Coruscant falls with barely a squeal. Correllia falls to me by day 460. Sluis was mine at 430. Fakir is already dropping like flies. there down to 5 there. I've discovered 4 outer bases and taken them all. I have 6 outer sectors colonized completely, 2 more in progress. I stopped playing. No sense in continuing. I've won. The enemy forces I've seen 1 imp, 3 vics, 3 dreds, 2 galleons. I have no idea what else there is. There doesn't seem to be anything. Any one of my sector defense fleets could handle there entire fleet, and then i have 3 battle fleets that could crush them without a loss... *sigh* i need a good human opponent...

OOC: Had to find a way back in... IC: The Introvertor appeared back at realspace. Beside it the assault frigate and Carrack appeared moments later. "Structural integrity on the Carrack?" "Fine sir." Colto nodded and glanced out the viewport. "Son of a... Battle stations. Sensors?" "Sir, Ship of unknown type surrounded by freighters on the ground... Not sure, but the capital ship looks raporan in identity sir." Colton glared at him. "Raporan! This is Tattoine, what the f are they doing out here. It's in the middle of nowhere." It was a pity they had to jump here... this was the nearest location the nav comp had stored... "Sir, 83% probability. It looks disabled though..." Colton breathed a sigh of relief. "Launch fighters, have them form up. Get in contact with those freighters, give me information. Stand by on the troop transports as well." Not that they had many. 2 of them were all that were left after the battle... there hangers being hit. They had men, but only 40 could fit in each...

uhhh, just thought I'd ask as to what u want the contact to be. I dun care, i just figured you guys might wanna move the story into some fighting, so i threw it in. Make it imps, make it sensor malfunction (nothing) or smugglers or whatever (more to brandei seeing as hes directing it)

IC as Jon Jon rocketed skywards, Tara clipped right in behind him. "Sorry we're late... what's the sitrep Scearcy?" "Possible enemies behind the moon. We're to scout it out. NR forces should know we're clean." "Roger, tighten it up. Jeff, patch into ground control, get me what there seeing." The group of 4 fell in, at max speed. "Sir, transmitting now," came Jeff's voice. He glanced at his sensors. Small blips kept appearing, then disappearing, just as rapidly. "What the hell is this? Alright, ETA 30 seconds. Stay frosty." They drew closer.

IC as Iodit Head Councillor Iodit Thrumium "General, this is HeadCouncillor Iodit Thrumium of Hefi... I am the official leader of Hefi. I was just inquiring as to the reason you needed such a... large fleet... to negotiate... that was the deal. Just negotiation, a single ship no greater strenght then Mon Calamari Cruiser. And for your information, we invited the Imperials here... the single strike cruiser was the force that was authorized, but they brought in additional... at least they had the good heart not to bring them into the system." "Secondly, are you going to be the diplomat representitive? You are authorized to send a single shuttle down to the planet. Our own defense forces will provide escort. No Fighters are to enter the atmosphere, understand?" "Finally... hang on a second." Iodit glanced over to his right as General Mulroon entered. "Uh sir, we're picking up intermittent IFF contacts on the far side of our moon... i don't think the rebels can see them, our ground station's are more powerful, but we can't identify them." Iodit sighed. "Your kidding me. Launch the ready fighters, and call up our secondary pilots. ETA until merc group 2 arrives?" "2 hours sir," Mulroon replied. "Very well, send the flight of 4 out to scout out the moon... fire only if fired upon." The general saluted and walked out. "Apologies General. Send down your shuttle with your representatives. You may give it a flight of 4 escort down to the planet, but then they must return to there ships. Our own flight of 4 has to pick up some supplies. Understand?"