OOC: Damn! I really wanted to say Tony Blair! That's my favorite joke...not very funny, huh? BTW, Elvis...I'd never dream of double crossing the Rebels... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= IC: Loor had been waiting for the return of Malignant and Furious Strike anxiously. The information they would bring would be very useful and he wanted to have his technicians on it as soon as possible. But Loor was getting a little worried. Just then, a burned and broken Furious Strike exited hyperspace and came to a halt near the ISD Jagged Fang. Loor stared at it in horror. "Comm, get me the Furious Strike!" barked Loor. "Channel open, Admiral." replied the Comm officer. "What the hell happened?! Where's Malignant??" A long pause was followed by: "Dead. They're all dead. It was a trap...they have interdictor ships...we managed to take out one, but there's so many of them..." replied a clearly shaken Captain Urrolt. Loor could barely contain his anger. The stupidity of Imperial Fleet Command had caused him to lose one of his best Imperial Star Destroyers along with a trusted commander. After a moment to compose himself, he continued. "Understood. Do you have any sensor data?" "Sir, we have sensor data on every ship we encountered, along with a destroyed Vong fighter we managed to tractor on board before escaping. There is also a fighter embeded in Decks 18 and 19 which rammed us. The Vong warrior survived and killed 37 of our crewmen before a detachment of Stormtroopers stunned him. He is now under restraint in the brig, along with 10 of my best troopers guarding him. I must request he be taken immediately, as I fear his safety may not be guaranteed much longer. There are many angry troopers." "Yes, yes, prepare to have him moved to the Intense Hatred. He'll be interogated immediately!"