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"Sir," an alert young officer called from the communications center. Oreton had stood gazing at distant stars. From the quietness of the crewers in their pits, and the calm yet fearful tone in the officers tone Oreton knew that what he had feared and expected had finally materialized.

"Sir," the officer locked gaze with the Admiral. "We have a weak and distorted signal from the Unknown Regions, it seems like an emergency call."

The officer played it and Oreton could distinguish a few panicked voices, and barely articulated words, the rest was dissipated in the hiss of static.

"Can you boost the signal?"

"No sir, if not for Fortress's special capabilities we might not have picked it up at all."

"Run a noise reduction, or whatever enhancement you have."

"I just did, sir." The officer said and busied himself on a few panels. "Coming now."

". . .We . .re . . der attack. . . hosti . . ships. . . This i . . Ioor. . . . . . . . Our fleet. . . . . . eavy loss. . . . . . . powerful . . . . Plasma . . . . . Withdrawing . . . . Nirauan . . . . . . . . peat. . . "

Oreton was silent for a few more seconds.

"Lieutenant, signal the fleet. I will talk to them in my command room."

Oreton walked calmly into the secondary bridge which was his command room. Immediately the figure of the Captains of the nine vessels under his command materialized.

"We have intercepted a distress call from a Galactic Alliance fleet in the Unknown Regions. They have withdrawn to the Nirauan system. I have decided to wait for them there, to lend assistance and to obtain information. Captain Yage: Stellar Laberynth will join me in this mission, Captain Orovassh," Oreton locked gazes with the Yagai in command of the Interdictor Cruiser. "Stellar Web will also join me to the Nirauan mission, Captain Dorja until my return the fleet will be under your command. If you detect the presence of the attackers nearby do not engage them, withdraw if necessary and put a call to Grand Admiral Pellaeon. Captain Levarkoh, Fortress's communications team shall monitor any transmission in a range of ten lightyears, dispatch probes and scout teams at your discretion. Anything should be recorded and analyzed, even if it only is static."

Oreton shut down his connection to all commanders but Yage and Orovassh. "We will depart as soon we are in formation, have starfighters in battle-readiness."

In less than three minutes three arrow-head shaped vessels vanished into hyperspace.

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IC:For the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances the day had begun bad enough, with several ships battered to a pulp flashing through hyperspace, their destination they hopped would be a place of safety, it was not.

The Rapora had already decided that the Empire of the Hand's fortress on Nirauan had to be destroyed, to this end they had dispatched three of their cruisers along with a full squadron twelve of Vagaari warships and a Vagaari Assault Carrier. They arrived cloaked at the edge of the system slowly edging toward their objectives. It would take them a few hours to reach their jumping off positions for the attack.

One the Raporan War Cruiser Dark Power for Freedom a man stood surrounded by Raporan crewers. His black cape slid across the ground as he stepped up to the viewports which showed nothing but the inky blackness of the cloaking shield. He reached out his mind, his eyes closed to sense the wrold behind the blackness. The minds fothe Rapora all around him filled his peresptions, but before him two powerful minds flashed in his perceptions, minds which were not of raporan values or wills, minds of Jedi.

Slowly he opened his eyes and glanced along the bridge, "Rapora, my friends, it seems we may have arrived to late, there or Jedi on the world, do you feel them?"

The Raporan glanced at each other and the Raporan Captain stood knelt onto one knee, "The council was right to send you before us Darth Malice, with you and the blue one's sister we will be able to rid this universe of the misguided Jedi."

Malic smiled contently at the Captain, he knew that there was one far greater then he orchestrating the campaign, one who would be the doom to the Jed, "Thank you, continue as planned, we shall see just how good these Jedi are."

* * *

Luke and Mara both stopped mid stride, their steps faltered and both looked at each other, worry evident on their faces, they both knew then what they'd felt, stretching out with their senses they felt the hostile minds closing in, they were millions of kilometers away, but Luke could still sense them moving toward them.

Admiral Parck watched them his gaze wary and tapped Stents shoulder and pulled him down to whisper in his ear, "Go to Drack Three Alert, I think our guests may have felt something." Stent straightened and glowered at the Jedi, then headed off. The Admiral straightened, "You wanted information, follow me and I'll see what we can get you."


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The crippled GFFA fleet entered the Nirauan system. Garik breathed out loudly. The fleet had sustained many loses and the aliens may have folowed them but hopefully they would have the time to calculate a course and send a message to HQ.
Suddenly the alarms sounded again.
"Sir we have multiple cloaked contact." said the panic voice of the young officer who had taken the detection post.
Not again how was it possible that they could arrive so fast. There was only one answer... They intended toattack Nirauan.
"Are we within detector range of the Chiss base."
"Negative sir... Our communications have just been jammed." he officer seemed on the brim of the nervous breakdown.
"Some... Vaagari ships are blocking our only escape vector."
They were lost. At this moment 3 silver darts appeared on the other side of the Vaagari blockade.

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Admiral Parck sat back in the command chair of the Fortress's command center watching the Skywalkers scan through the data with the help of their Artoo unit. Suddenly Stent rushed into the room, "Sir..." He bent down and handed the Admiral a report.

Admiral Parck stopped as his eyes widened in horror, "Has this been confirmed?" There was a barely visible nodd from the chiss. With that Admiral Parck stabbed a button on the command chair and a ground rattling siren blazed through the air, "All units, code Juliet, this is no drill! I repeat code Juliet, this is no drill!"

Luke spun to the Admiral, "What is it?"

Pack hesitated only a moment, "Our sensors just picked up three ships of Raporan design in high orbit, they'll be in firing position in two minutes."

* * *

Darth Malice smiled as the new enemy forces appeared, "Holocomm call to Shren, tell her that her prey has just showed up on my doorstep." He spun to General Verosh of the Vagaari, "Your vessels will engage the GFFA fleet and the Imperial forces, you will delay them until the Blood of War, and Death is Life have finished their bombardment and come back to your aid."

Verosh stood there his twin mouths grim, "Lord, my forces..."

"Will do as their told or I'll hunt them down myself, is that clear!"

"Yes, it is clear Dath Malice."

The Vagaari opened fire at maximum range their blue green shots flashing across the battered GFFA fleet. Squadron after squadron of Vagaari fighters flashed out of the carrier and toward the Imperials along with four of the Vagaari Warships. A squadron of Raporan fighters formed up just behidn the spear of Vagaari, together they would attempt to thrust through the Imperial's defenses and destroy their vessels.

The battle of Nirauan had begun.

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Battle-claxons and whining sirens erupted immediately as the ship exited hyperspace. Thousands of thought exploded in his mind in matter of seconds.

"Battle alert! Status?" Oreton asked masking his own surprise and distress.

"We detect a GFFA fleet on Vector Seventy-Nine, multiple enemy contacts have left hyperspace behind them. Sensor profile does not match any known vessel."

Another crewer informed from his position,"Sir, we are detecting massive energy readings."

The communications officer called him from her position. "Incoming communication from the Laberynth"

"Captain Yage?" Oreton said.

"Admiral, most of the vessel is composed of Vagaari design," she informed cooly. "The three big cruisers, on the other hand, are totally different designs." Rapora, Oreton realized.

"Thank you," Oreton said and cut the transmission off. "Open a channel to the ground."

"Two minutes for range to the Vagaari vessel." The Captain informed.

"Galactic Alliance ship destroyed, escape pods drifting to Nirauan. Justice for Freedom asks for assistance."

Oreton did not move and focused on the communication panel.

The Captain moved to his side. "We will not launch fighters?"

"No, we may not participate here at all." Oreton snapped as the communications officer confirmed an open channel to the Nirauan Facility.

"Niraruan, this is Admiral Oreton from the Imperial Star Destroyer Right to Rule. You have multiple enemy contacts converging, for a full orbital bombardment. How can we be of assistance?"

A fragile yet calm voice answered him. "Parck here, not a Death Star could be of assistance right now, Admiral."

"With all due respect, I have heard similar comments before, with the Yuuzhan Vong. In the end their own blindspots were turned against them."

"You will not find any of those in the Vagaari with ease, much less in the Rapora."

"A species so encased in violence and conflict must have significant weaknesses."

"They are a species that gain strength from hatred, anger and fear, Admiral." Parck said.

"I understand, sir. "

"Then you know that you should not spend more time here."

"Acknowledged Admiral. Lieutenant, signal Captain Orovassh for Plan Besh-Vee."

Besh-Vee consisted in a strategy he had been told about in his early years, when he had been first interested in battle. An Interdictor is usually meant to pull things out of hyperspace, because of the mass-shadow it projected with the huge gravity wells. It was also possible to create the reverse effect, instead of pulling the Interdictor could push.

Stellar Web could for a handful of seconds push the spearhead of the Vagaari formation away from their targets. The push could not be easily controlled, nor made to last long. Instead it would only distract his enemies while the Imperials made their move.

"Besh-Vee confirmed."

"Besh-Vee in progress." The officer reported, as the Vagaari spearhead borke out of formation as they struggled against the power of gravity.

"Orovassh reports critical situation and requests for orders." The Captain reported on his side. "One of the Galactic Alliance warships has been destroyed, another was pushed into the enemy formation. One last vessel is starting its hyperspace run."

"Transmit order to withdraw." Oreton dictated and moved closer to the communication console.

"I regret not being a greater help, Admiral Parck." Oreton spoke with pain drifting in his voice.

"I regret not having met you before, Admiral Oreton." Parck said. "Nirauan out." The transmission clicked off. The Captain moved to his side. Stellar Web and Stellar Laberynth have entered hyperspace."

"Launch probes and move to the edge of the system and have cloaking device on stand-by."

Right to Rule vanished into hyperspace and popped out in the edges of the system where it was visible only for a few more seconds, before it vanished under the impenetrable cloaking shield, where it observed the events that unfolded.

Alone Oreton came to the realization that todays battle -no, not battle, rather withdrawal- was the same as the tactic he had executed, a delaying tactic. If he wanted, and had, to move against the Rapora and their allies and expect victory he had to understand how to battle them on a psychological level.

Looking up Thrawn's notes on the Rapora he started his own analysis, as he reviewed the crystal-clear images he had obtained during todays battle. He let his analysts figure out fleet strengths, while he delved deeped in his analysis of a species that lived of violence and conflict, and of anger, and fear.

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Admiral Parck sighed as he watched the sensor displays, "General Fel launch all your fighters, everyone else, execute Redoubt, I repeat execute Redoubt!"

"Sir, shields are up to full all weapons charged," Stent said glancing at one of the consoles.

Admiral Parck stood, "What little that will do, slave them to droid brains, at the least it will delay them, Skywalkers, if you have any suggestions?"

"We'd be better off in our ship," Mara answered briskly.

Parck shook his head, "We've moved your ship underground along with the rest of our evacuation vessels, non combat personnel are loading now."

"Some one else is driving my ship now listen..."

"No Jade, they're just loading, I trust you and your ship we be the typical last one out of here," The floor shook and the lights flickered, "We have to leave the fortress now!"

Luke nodded, "Stent, take Ben to our ship, Admiral Parck, what do you want us to do?"

"Several of our security detatchments are suiting up now, equipped with ysalamiri, but we don't have enough ysalamiri to go around, I want you to lead team twelve, they don't have any ysalamiri, I trust you know that the Rapora are force sensitive."

"Yes," Luke and Mara answered together. Mara glanced at a pair of chiss troopers as they spun around the corner, "I doubt Ysalamiri will be of that great a help."

Admiral Parck shrugged, "Every little bit helps."

* * *

Darth Malice smiled as the last of the starships flashed away into hyperspace, "Good, have the Vagaari cruisers Bishoth and Verack deploy there troops to the north west of the fortress, and inform the Death is Life that they may begin deploying there troops at any time, have them deploy to the north east of the Fortress."

Verosh, the Vagaari, glanced at his sensor board, "We have starfighters launching from the fortress, around a full wing of six squadrons."

Darth Malice nodded, "As expected, deploy your starfighters to escort the cruisers in, our fighters will escort our dropships that seems fair, doesn't it."

The Vagaari just growled under his breath.

One of the Rapora spun to face Darth Malice, "Our shipsss report that they are in posssition."

Darth Malice smiled, "Tell them, they may fire when ready."

* * *

General Fel eased back on the stick as his Clawcraft raced upward, he clicked on his comm, "Alright, 181st, 190th, 178th, and 165th will concentrate on the Raporan dropships, the rest of you engage those Vagaari cruisers."

The Vagaari cruisers descended through the atmosphere their green grey hull flashing in the light as they banked toward their objective. A full screen of fighters matched their manuever when fromthe ground below, hidden in caves a volley of twenty missiles raced up toward them, targeted on the fighters. One full squadron of fighters disappeared from
the sensor display seconds later. The Vagaari shocked by the sudden attack broke ranks flying in all directions as two squadrons of Clawcraft raced in to engage them.

One squadron of Clawcraft blazed after the disorganized force of fighters while the other strafed the lead Vagaari cruiser, their blasts scortching through the ship's shields and smashing against its hull. By the luck or the force several of the shots hit one of the repulsor lifts, knocking it out of commission. The enourmous vessel canted sideways, smoke trailing from its sides and past the pair of arm like structures which thrust forward and down along its main hull. It's repulsorlifts off line the craft dropped lower and lower until it hammered into the ground below sending up red dust and spark for a moment before it detonated against a wall of stone.

General Fel smiled at the sight, "Good shooting, but we've still got to get the Rapora and the other cruiser."

* * *

Mara and Luke raced out of the Fortress their Chariot careening across the desert. A squad of chiss and humans sat behidn them checking their weapons, every one of them looked grim, even terrified at what they were about to face.

Mara opened her mouth to make a sarcastic comment when looking over her shoulder she saw six gigantic towers of golden light stab down into the fortress. Two fo the shots were disappated by the shields byt four more kept going vaporizing one of the towers completely. Green turbolaser flashs and chiss weapons fire filled the sky as the Vagaari Cruiser soared overhead, its own weapons pumping fire in all directions to keep the Chiss clawcraft at bay. A brown block shaped vessel soared above them and came to a sudden halt, it began to descend as a pair fo Raporan fighters flashed past it their weapons blazing.

Mara threw the speeder to a complete stop, "Everyone out!" The team members didn't need to be told twice, they rushed out of the craft as Mara and Luke ran toward the nearest cover, their lightsabers out as a golden bolt flashed into the craft destroying it. Luke threw himself to the ground, dragging Mara down with him as debris and shrapnel burned through the air. Luke felt a tiny pin prick at his shoulder but nothing more.

The first Raporan dropship had landed, its rear doors hissed open and a pair of Raporan droids rolled down the ramp and unfolded into attack position.

Mara turned to one of the team members, a woman, carrying a PLX-2M missile launcher, "Nail em!"

She fired twice, both times the missile scored a direct hit turning the droids into piles of debris. Then like monsters from a nightmare a trio of Rapora descended the ramp, covered from head to ankle in red brown body armor, and holding a set of weapons identical to the one Mara had recovered. They turned toward them and raised their weapons as Mara turned to the team members, "Take cover, fire at will!"

Luke ignited his lightsaber and Mara leapt to his side. The Rapora saw them and dropped their weapons and pulled their own lightsabers from their belts. The chorus of curved blades which snapped into exhistance before them made Luke wince, "Mara."

"Yeah."

"What do we do?" Luek asked slowly.

Mara starred at the approaching Rapora, "I have no idea."

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The nearly entirely destroyed GFFA ship arrived above Coruscant.
"Sir the Mon Mothma is hailling us." said the communication officer. He was sitting at one of the last active terminals and was covered in dirt and sweat.
"On screen" ordered Garik, his voice slightly droozy because of the Painkiller a medic had injected him after a piece of schrapnel had ripped his leg.
The image of the officer which was replacing Garik had the head of the Coruscant defence appeared, a flash panic passed through his eye as he saw the injured figure of Garik.
"From what i see your mission has failed."
Garik smilled faintly at the remark.
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The Rapora advanced their blades weaving in front of them. Their brown armor matching the dusty color of the soil beneath them as they rushed forward. The first one struck at Mara, its blade twirling in the air above it.

Mara rolled under the strike when it slashed down into the ground burning the stone away. She rolled further away and stood her sleeve blaster griped in her left hand. The warrior lunged forward and locked its blade against hers, she found herself starring at the helmets black eyes as her left hand slipped past its second blade, a snort came through the helmet then the creature spun its blade. With a hiss of burnt electronics the blaster pistol's barrel fell to the ground, seperate from the body of the weapon. Mara bit back a curse as she blocked the series of blows which followed.

Luke was holding his own against a pair of the creatures his green blade a blur. With a flash a PLX Missile flashed between his lightsaber movements and Luke flipped away. The Rapora jumped as the missile struck the rock on which they'd stood. Their armor blackened from the explosion as they were tossed to the ground. One rose up immediately and snarled. The other clambered to his feet and blood splattered on the ground as it rose.

Mara leapt away from her foe and reached out her free hand ripping a blaster free from one of the troops. It flew to her hand as she blocked another flurry of strikes from her foe. With a flick of her thumb she switched it to full autofire as the creature flipped. She saw a blurr of a claw and jerked back just before a slash of pain flashed across her face. She fell bakc to the ground and felt her breath leave her as she hit, desperately she leveled the blaster and squeezed the creature as it raised its weapon for the kill. The blasts burned throught he creature's defenses and it tumbled back, its chest blackened from the weapons fire.

Out of the corner of her eye Mara saw Luke slash at the two Rapora he was facing. One of the strike's slipped through its defenses and glanced into the red armor then with a flicker of green the blade disappeared. His eyes wide Luke swung again thumbing his blade on midswing this time the blade shased across the enemies's throat and the black material evaporated under the blade's touch. The creature tumbled away its head severed.

The third Rapora backed away its helmeted face glancing to its dead comrades.

* * *

General Fel broke off his attack run on one of the Raporan ships as his shields were ripped away, keying his comm he called to the defenders, "This is Fel we can't hold them any longer, we're making a run for hyperspace."

Admiral Parck's voice answered, clear and pained, "Understood, good luck General."

* * *

Parck turned back to the last few transports, "Everyone pull back, signal all our forces, pull back!"

"The Skywalkers report they're falling back. They also say the enemy is equipped with cortosis armor, making kills against them difficult at best," Stent said from communications stand. He glanced back at the General, "Sir the Vagaari are directly in their retreat path."

Parck smiled, "Like the Vagaari could slow to Jedi?"

* * *

Luke ducked down as three wolvkils shot toward them, their wolf like bodies gunning to immolate him. With a quick flash of his lightsaber they fell with a sickening thump to the ground as the Vagaari troops rushed after them their armor less then optimal against the modern blasters of the defenders.

Suddenly with a scream of sound a trio of Tie Defenders swooped down on the Vagaari, they waggled their wings as they rose then banked away in search of more targets.

Mara stopped to watch, "I didn't think Fel had Tie Defenders."

"He doesn't" Luke replied as he looked over the battlefield, "I just saw Clawcraft."

"Then who is that?"

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Admiral Baros Oreton could not help the feeling of impotence that took hold of him. Sitting at the edge of the system, safely behind the invisible shield, while allies were in danger troubled him deeply.

Had he come to Nirauan to cower away and hide?

"Anything from the probes?" The Admiral asked, the communications center was his only window to the space around them.

"Nothing new, the Vagaari and Rapora vessel have moved to a lower orbit, the Rapora vessel have stopped the bombardment, and have launched landing crafts. The probes' data suggest that at least a wing of Clawcraft have launched and engaged."

Oreton nodded. It was as he had expected it to be. The Rapora were formidable enemies, with a good grasp on tactics. As much as he desired to, sending the Right to Rule back to the planet and engage the forces around the planet would not help Parck.

His thoughts raced, hypothesis and theories came to life within his minds only to wither away at the thought of combat against the Rapora. How lend much needed assistance to the Empire of the Hand without risking his ship in the process? How to attack the Rapora successfully? Questions without answers continued to emerge in his thoughts.

From his experience with the Yuuzhan Vong, Oreton knew a handful of tricks to deal with a much stronger rival. But the Rapora were little like the Yuuzhan Vong, they replaced the blind fierceness of the Vong warrior with a cold, but inexorable aggressive stance. Their tactics at Nirauan had shown a strong discipline in their moves, attacking the targets most likely to drive fear and panic in to their enemies. Ruthlessly efficient.

Should Oreton wage everything on an offensive strike? No, the Rapora a culture so closely bound to conflict were, undoubtedly, experts in aggressive warfare. Subterfuge against a race schooled in the art of drive fear in the hearts of their enemies, fear that strengthened their position?

He analyzed the situation of the world. With dangerous trenches scarring the surface of the world, Nirauan was much of a maze. The Chiss having been there for a lots of years most know at least some of the very secret pathways across the landscape.

Oreton then realized a single tactic to attempt rescue.

"Captain," he breathed. "Prepare a course that will take us to the dark side of Nirauan, where the enemy fleet should not detect us, as soon as we reemerge from lightspeed we will engage the cloaking shield. Have TIE Defender Squadron Alpha, Beta and Delta and TIE Scout group Zero ready for launch."

In matter of minutes they maneuver across another distant point at the edge of the system, outside the focus of Rapora interest. From there they hypered to the nightside of Nirauan, in the single second they had before the cloaking shield went online he received a report that no Rapora activity was sighted on this side of the world.

The TIEs launched. The Scouts would remain close to the Star Destroyer relaying to them everything that was happening outside the cloaking shield.

The three squadrons of Tie Defenders had already started their descent, to aid Parck and his group and to lead them to Oreton's hidden Star Destroyer.

A few minutes later the first reports from the TIE Scouts had come in. The TIE Defenders had encountered enemy fighters and engaged them, a trio of them had begun to escort one of the Escape convoys to the Star Destroyer. Another had sighted the clawcraft as they left the engagement, their numbers greatly reduced, now Oreton had to wait.

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Darth Malic smiled as he watched the battle on the tactical displays, slowly the smile faded, "Imperial ships have entered the fray, Alert Blood Claw squadron, tell them to break of and reform at lower orbits, they will then turn and engage the Star Destroyer."

Verosh turned to Darth Malice, "My troops our encountering heavy resistance from the Jeedai, surely you can dispatch some of the Rapora to eliminate them."

Darth Malice hissed with exaction, "The Jedi are immaterial, our objective is the elimination of the information stored in the library which is the Hand of Thrawn. All other concerns are secondary."

One of the Rapora stepped forward and bowed quickly before speaking, "Our forces could easily spare two platoons of war droids and their leaders to hunt down the Jedi."

Darth Malice glanced at the Rapora his voice quiet but menacing, "Very well, see to it that they succeed, and if we fail to eliminate the information in the library I will kill you myself."

* * *

Luke raced down the ravine with Mara by his side. Ahead of them were the other fighters their weapons flicking through the dark canyon, looking for any foes.

Witha whine a drop ship skimmed over the canyon's surface blowing dust throught he air it swerved and slowly lowered into the canyon, along its sides a series of cylindrical ports hissed open and twelve Droideka's dropped to the ground and bounced along the ravine's floor.

Mara turned as the first droid rocketed off a pair of concussion missiles, "Take cover!"

The unit of troops dropped to cover, some of them prone as the missiles skimmed past one of their number and curved up into a canyon wall.

Mara glanced back at the drop ship in time to see a trio of Raporan warriors leap out of the dropship and to ground their weapons ready. She pulled out her com link and thumbed it on, "Admiral Parck were pinned down in a ravine just north fo the fortress, we need assistance!"

* * *

Admiral Parck leapt up from his command chair, "Sithspawn, contact Admiral Oreton, tell him the situation, move it Stent."

The chiss hurried to a terminal and relayed the order then stood a predatory smile flicking across his face, "I never thought that they could be pinned down."

"Never underestimate an enemy and never overestimate an ally Stent," Admiral Parck answered coldly.
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"TIE Scouts indicate that a group of Vagaari Vessel are orbiting the planet to intercept us. A squadron of Raporan fighters have joined them," the Captain informed with precise words.

"Decloak, prepare to launch fighters and Assault Transports." Oreton commanded glacially calm.

"Transmission from the Hand," the communications officer reported eagerly.

Oreton rushed up to the console where a blue-skinned humanoid appeared on the monitor.

"Admiral, Jedis Skywalker and Jedi are pinned down in a ravine. They require assistance, that we cannot provide, I will transmit the coordinates." The Chiss disappeared and a string of coordinates was handed over to the Admiral.

"Launch Assault Shuttles to the surface, send our the Elites." Oreton commanded. The Elites were a group of stormtroopers that had excelled during the war against the Vong. Once known as the 303rd Batallion, they had simply become the Elites.

They had driven off an army of Yuuzhan Vong warriors on Morishim, thanks to the combined use of valuable tactics, shear strength and intelligence. On Bastion and Yaga Minor they had seen similar combat situations.

They could be easily told apart from the the standard stormtrooper because of their black body armor and the lack of the typical stormtrooper helmet. Instead a shorter helm protected their upper craneum and a transparisteel visor covered their face down their nose. A few people called them a modern revision of the old cloned ARC Troopers, other just referred them as Force-less Jedi. If anyone would get the Skywalkers out of their situation it was them.

In the holographic display he could see his remaining TIE Defender and Interceptor squadrons form up before the Right to Rule, and the Assault Transports form a perimeter. In the reviews of Raporan tactics he had seen their efficient use of warheads against capital ships, the bombs were much more powerful than heavy Proto Torpedoes, but lacked their speed. The ion and laser armed Assault Transports should be in a position to intercept most of them, or at least relay the telemetry data to the Gunners who'd try to kill them with the Right to Rule's Missile Launchers.

"Assault Shuttle has sighted the Jedi and is moving to rescue." The communications officer reported.

"Vagaari ships in range, opening fire; first salvo of Raporan Bombs intercepted their fighters have broken formation. TIE Defenders Gamma and Omicron in pursuit, TIE Interceptors have moved towards the Vagaari vessels."

The Right to Rule hung in space exchanging fire with the Vagaari vessels. A few explosions spread through some of the smaller enemy frigates. Oreton quietly thanked Pellaeon for equipping Right to Rule with some of the Hapan designed Turbolaser grid, that outperformed standard Imperial equipment at a rate of twenty percent.

Oreton continued to observe the maneuvers of the Vagaari ships, and the rotation of his own frienly perimeter vessels, and the veritiginous chase between the Rapora and his TIE Defenders.

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[i]The Raporan fighter formation flashed open liek a deadly flower. The Tie Defenders pursued them hotly firing in their wake, then as on the flower curled inward and a venetrable wall of plasma fire lanced through the center. Plumes of gas marked the death of three of the Tie Defenders. The Vagaari fighters were having much more trouble. Their numbers were cut in half by the tie defenders but another wave of Raporan fighters broke toward the fight, three squadrons of craft raced toward the engagement hoping to take park.

Darth Malic watched the manuevers and smiled at the combatants as they engaged, "Excellent, order the Death is Life to move around the world at a top down orbit, we have them."

* * *

Mara winced as the scream of an assault transport echoed across them. It flashed over the ravine and spun down at a point just behind them. A squad of black clad troops leapt out and opened fire delivering a pattern of covering fire as Mara waved to the rest of their force, "Get inside, go!"

The Raporan war droids rolled from cover to cover unfolding only to cover the next one's movement. One of them targeted the new arrivals and opened fire with its repeating blasters.

Six squad members went down from the volley, their armor vaporizing from the huge amount fo power behind each bolt. Luke grabbed one of the owunded and pulled him aboard as Mara backed toward the hatch reflecting the bolts that came close away from her. As the hatch slid shut behind her she pulled out the commlink, "Admiral Parck!"

* * *

"Parck here," The Admiral answered lifted his comm to his mouth.

"Did you search the records for any more information on the Rapora?" Mara hissed through the comm, "Surely Thrawn left something."

"I'm sorry we don't have the time," Parck answered. He glanced around, "We hadn't even begun a search and parts of the library are locked out to us."

"Sithspawn," Mara answered tiredly.

* * *

She glanced at Luke her eyes tired as they felt the craft lift off the ground, "They didn't even start a search."

"There has to be something, something they're afraid is in the library, thats why they attacked here," Luke answered slowly. He suddenly brightened, "We could get Artoo to plug in." Immediately Luke pulled a comm from his belt, "Ben, I need you to get Artoo to a dataterminal and have him download as much as he can."

* * *

Ben glanced back at the comm link, "Okay, I'll get him." He clambered down the deck and tapped on Artoo's metal dome. The droid's top spun around and beeped a question, "Dad has a job for us."

* * *

"Raporan Fighter in pursuit!" The pilot shouted and Luek felt himself being pressed against the side of the craft. A brilliant orange flash echoed out the viewport as a plasma round flashed past. Suddenly there was a bang and Luke felt the craft begin to slid, a fire crackled to life beside Mara as the Pilot yelled, "We're hit, Sith we're going in!"

Mara gritted her teeth as the ground rose up in the viewport, "Just our luck!"

With a thumb and crash the Assault shuttle skipped across the ground it began to roll ripping and twisting the fuselage apart. Inside the solid cabin compartment none were hurt as the craft slid to a stop, still few were aware of themselves or what had just happened as a brilliant red lightsaber blade sliced open the roof and the brown and red head of a Raporan droid peeked into the craft. With a hiss Luke's lightsbaer sliced the droid's head off and it fell with a clunk into the craft. Tiredly he whipped his face and felt blood trickling from his forehead. Mara straightened and winced as a flash of pain shot through her back. She stood glanced up at Luke's concerned eyes, "I'm alright." Luke glanced up to where the pilot was and saw him leaning forward his helmet shattered, obviously dead at the controls.

A moment later Luke clambered out of the craft and raised his hand to shield the light, "Well, there's what’s left of the Fortress, we're almost back at the underground hanger."

"Good, because I think its time to get out of here," Mara answered as she pulled herself out of the twisted wreck.

"No argument here," Luke said as they started across toward the blackened cave entrance. Soldiers fell in behind them, including some of the Imperial Elites. Then ahead Luke saw the distinctive blue glow of shields in the cave entrance.

* * *

Ben led Artoo through the tunnel cave and to a computer port. As the droid jacked in a trio of chiss warriors ran past their charrics out and ready. Ben bent down beside the droid, “Hurry Artoo.â€

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"Partial shield loss in the engines section," Captain Ogurai reported. "The Assault Transports report that they cannot intercept all the Raporan torpedoes."

"TIE Defenders report losses, but confirm the withdrawal of Vagaari fighters. Raporan fighters picked fights with Defender Squadron Gamma."

"Scouts report that one of the Raporan Cruisers has started to turn around the planet, it'll be here in about ten minutes."

Noreto nodded. "Reports from the surface?"

"Nothing from our Elites, sensors confirm that there's a battle down there, now in the immediate vicinity of the Fortress."

"Signal TIEs to fall back to escort positions around Right to Rule, captain plot an exit vector, for our escape. And," pointed at the communications officer," open a channel to the fortress."

The officer nodded. "Open."

"Noreto here, one of the Raporan Cruisers is moving around the planet, it will be here within ten minutes, you have that much time to escape to Right to Rule."

"Understood, Parck out."

"Launch Omega Squadron. Instruct them to launch warheads at the Raporan fighters." Oreton ordered, with a heavy sigh. The captain relayed the order and another starfighter squadron entered the battle. But it was not an usual squadron, it was not even a TIE Design, nor was it composed of Preybirds.

Oreton considered it fitting that this squadron should participate in a battle against Thrawn's enemies. One of the Empire's few and absolutely secret Missileboat squadron, started their run against the Raporan fighters.

For the selected elite that knew of the Missileboat, it had been the ultimate starfighter. During Palpatine's reign, it had not been incorporated because it's design was not Imperial, it was an adaptation of the Cygnus Gunboat with a slight touch of Chiss aesthetics. Oreton allowed himself a smile. Fitting.

"Signal all the remaining Defenders to regroup around the Omegas, they will shield them."

Dozens of advanced concussion missiles streaked towards the Raporan Fighters that were surprised by the speed and the armament of the Missileboat. Oreton spotted a handful of explosions in the distance.

"Seven Raporan Fighters destroyed," the alleviated captain said and there was a murmur of hope in the bridge.

"Instruct Missileboats to fall back, they are not to get too far from the Star Destroyer, nor get within the hypermass shadow of the planet." Oreton ordered.

Looking at the officer sitting at the sensors station that observed the ground, the Admiral grimly decided that now he only had to wait.

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Ben huddled next to Artoo, his hand gripping a datapad in his hand as a translation of his beeps and twirps scrolled across the screen, "Okay, Artoo, just try and get as much on those...rapora things as you can, and copy the encrypted files, they may be in there."

A flash of blaster fire light up the red rock cavern as a pair of chiss troopers retreated firing into the area before them. A pair of orange blasts lanced out and the troopers fell with gaping burning across their chests. Ben leaned out as a Rapora warrior in full red brown armor stepped into the room, his plasma rifle scanning the room with a light hanging beneath the barrel. Ben ducked back as he heard the creature speak in its own tongue across the com link.

A pair of droideka'kar battle droids rolled up beside the Rapora and slowly began to unfold. With a flash of blue light one of them fell cut in half from a lightsaber. The other droid spun as a lightsaber flashed across its neck. The warrior grabbed for his belt and stepped toward the fallen droids. Drawing a lightsaber it slipped into a corridor. With a snap hiss blue and green blade flashed into exhistance from both sides. Unable to block both strikes the Rapora Warriro fell its head severed and Luke and Mara slid into the corridor, side by side.

Luke stopped beside the droid, "Artoo, hurry up!"

"We should have upgraded his data retrieval port," Mara hissed beside him.

The droid gave an electronic rasberry followed by a series of beeps and twrips. Ben glanced at the screen, "Um he's almost done." Luke glanced at his son with a raised eyebrow. "I don't want to repeat what he said," Ben said blankly as the droid disconnected, "Lets go."

* * *

Darth Malice leaned back against the command chair of his flagship, "Have you apprehended the Jedi?"

One of the Rapora knelt before him, lowering itself to its knees and bowing its head, "No lord Malice, they have alluded us."

Malice glanced at the captain of the vessel and pointed to the Rapora. The captain with only the slightest hesitation slashed the warrior with her lightsaber and pushed it away. Malice nodded at the corpse, "You underestimated the Jedi, now others will not make the same mistake."

The Vagaari General Verosh slowly turned away from the viewport and sighed, "My forces have been battered, the Imperials remain in a blocking position over the fortress, we cannot reinforce the troops we have deployed."

"No matter, our troops have already overwelhmed the defenses, within minutes the Fortress will fall," Darth Malice said blankly. He shrugged, "Still let us hasten their defeat, Captain take us into the fight." Witha rumble the Raporan cruiser turned toward the Imperial Star Destroyer below it. Both cruisers the Rapora would commited would enter optimal firing range within minutes, the Imperials were running out of time.

* * *

A reinforcing squadron of Raporan fighters broke and moved to engage the missile boats. Their formation spread out and their plasma cannons opened fire at maximum range. The Missile boats already engaged in fights of their own, could do little to avoid the twelve raporan craft flashing toward them. All at once twelve missiles roared out from beneath the Raporan fighters' wings. These weapons were designed for use against starfighters, they moved quickly and one kilometer from the target broke up into eight smaller missiles each one targeted on the same enemy. For even the best pilots dodging such a strike would be all but impossible. Seconds later eight of the missile boats were dead, the Empire's greatest fighter had met its match.

OOC: Fortunately a Raporan fighter can only carry two of such missiles and only if they weren't carrying the anti-capital ship plasma bombs.

IC: Admiral Parck glanced around the chaos as troops scrambled to transports loading gear and equipment. Stent helped a pair of technicians drag one of the fortresses precious computer cores onto the the escape craft.

Suddenly the Skywalkers rushed in and Mara yelled at the top of her lungs across the chaotic hanger, "We're out of time!"

Admiral Parck nodded slowly to himself as he drew his commlink, "Everyone you have thirty secodns to board the last evacuation ships, this battle is lost, now it is time to preserve our lives for the battles to come."

Luke and Mara ushered Artoo and Ben into the Jade Shadow and waved to some of the defenders to board the craft. Admiral Parck turned away from them and slowly stepped into the Lambda shuttle that would take him to safety, or so he hoped. Within moments they were off the ground, heading toward space.


OOC: Just a reminder I'm planning on all but destroying the Jade Shadow during the escape. In addition I'm going to kill Admiral Parck, one last post of mine and this battle will be done...your turn.

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OOC:Long battle, and an overly frustrating one... :wink:

IC: "Confirmed eight Missileboat losses," Captain Ogurai muttered under its breath.

"The greatest starfighter of the Empire met its match, finally." Oreton uttered. "Pellaeon will kill me for this," he told himself, or he will thank the Rapora for doing it.

The four surviving Missileboats, fortunately among them their commander, had started to withdraw from the furball. Using their SLAM overthruster they left the Raporan fighters behind, as the TIE Defenders had done so earlier, keeping closer to the Right to Rule hoping their gunners would score a hit against them.

The Vagaari group was hesitant to engage Right to Rule, after a few of their cruisers had perished. But they were not important, not now. Not with the Raporan Cruisers closing on them.

"Four minutes until their first cruiser is in range. Five for their second one."

"Start moving us out of the hypermass of Nirauan, vectoring towards or hyperjump point. Anything from the surface?"

"We've reading multiple evacuation vehicles lifting from the Fortress. Profiles suggest it's mostly Delta Transports, Lambdas, other Chiss Designs and an unidentified vessel."

"The unidentified vessel bear GFFA markings." The Captain complemented.

"The Jedi." Oreton decided. "Send the Missileboats to shoot down any potential threat to the convoy. ETA for the convoy?"

"Three minutes." An officer informed.

"How many Raporan volleys can we take?" Captain Ugarai asked, reading the Admiral's mind.

"One will cause almost total system failure, two and we'll be atoms in space." The officer informed.

"Sir?" The Captain turned at the Admiral.

"We hold, and hope that one blast won't hurt us as badly as I fear." Oreton dictated.

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