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OOC: Yeah...long is something of an understatement, of course I think the next large scale engagement for us will be over Csilla, the Chiss homeworld.

IC:"We're not going to make it are we," Mara asked flatly as she keyed up the weapons console. Outside the viewport they could see the rest of the evacuation ships climbing toward space. Ahead the Star destroyer Right to Rule could be seen crawling out of the gravity well. A Raporan Cruiser moving to pursue.

A brilliant red warning light lit up on the console beside Luke, "I guess not enemy fighters, coming in at mark two!"

"Alright, weapons active, lets show them how Jedi do in space," She keyed the proton torpedo launcher as the first of the enemy fighters flashed passed the viewport. A brilliant blue missile careened after it and impacted destroying the starfighter.

The Jade Shadow rocked as a pair of plasma bolts slapped against her shields, "He's on us, going evasive!" Luke threw the craft nose down and thrust the throttle forward. Seconds later two Raporan craft barrel rolled past the viewport. Using the laser cannons Mara nailed the rear fighter and it spun off into space trailing flames.

Then a familiar voice came across the comm, "Skywalkers drop back to the center of our formation, from there you may do the rest of us some good."

"On it Admiral," Luke answered as he rolled into the center of the convoy. As he did he saw an old stormtrooper transport's cargo compartment burn away and a series of bodies drifted off into space. Raporan fighters slashed through the formation cutting those slower craft to pieces.

Then a pair of brilliant concussion missiles slammed across one of the Raporan fighters. It detonated in a flash of brilliant white sparks and debris as the missile boat that killed it flashed by. Seconds later the comm crackled, "This is Omega lead to Jade Shadow, there's two many fighters to stop em all, what we miss you'll have to pick up."

"Roger Omega, we'll do what we can."

Suddenly a panicked call flashed across the comm, "This is the Lambda shuttle Knowledge is Power, we've picked up a number of Rapora on our tale, Admiral Parck is aboard we need immediate assistance!"

Luke glanced to the rear sensor and felt his jaw drop. Suddenly a missile lanced toward the shuttle then there were eight of them lancing for the tri wing craft as it lumbered into an evasive maneuver. They hit in sequence blowing into the shields then tearing apart the hull as the comm cut off in a scream. The two movable wings spun free trailing sparks and plasma in the darkness, "By the force."

"Sith, Raporan cruiser ten kilometers and closing he's right ontop of us!" Mara ducked as the terrifying dull brown shape of the vessel careened by mere meters overhead. Suddenly as they watched in awe a quad antistarfighter battery nestled between the engines swung to bear and a volley of brilliant red blasts slammed against the shields. Flashes of sparks and debris lit up the cockpit as the Jade Shadow shuddered from the onslaught.

Then as an alarm wailed signaling shield failure Luke, Mara, and Ben saw a turret with a glowing orange barrel slowly spin toward their battered ship. With a flash of orange plasma a blast ripped into the ship's hull. Mara in panic threw all power to the thrusters redlining them and not noting the damage done to the power generator.

Suddenly they were out of the gravity well and with an audible sigh of relief Luke pulled down on the hyperspace levers. Behind him the four remaining transports lunged for the Star Destroyer's hanger. All of them made it just as the ventral and aft shields of the ship failed. The heavy turbolasers along both sides of the vessel were vaporized from plasma fire and the port shield generator had been destroyed. A gapping hole in the side of the star destroyer was clearly visible as it leapt to hyperspace. The hole was the size of a corellian gunship.

Just four light years away from Nirauan the Jade Shadow fell out of hyperspace. Mara and Luke both strained their eyes fearing a trap, only when Mara glanced down at her displays did the truth set in.

Their ship was failing, its power generator nearing critical, its hyperdrive damaged, and they were in an unknown system. Pulling what little power they could risk Luke sent a distress call across the holonet to Booster Terrik and Talon Karrde along with their location. Then every one of them squeezed into an escape pod as the Shadow's orbit around the closest planet with a breathable atmosphere deteriated. As the pod fell toward the world Mara and Luke watched in silence as the Jade Shadow detonated above them sending parts of it in all directions to reign down for hundreds of years hence. The Shadow, a vessel which had in truth been the Skywalkers’ home for the last several years, was gone.

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OOC: Very long but it's cool to read... Can't wait for Csilla, though I'll need to patch up Right to Rule.. I'll assume Stent's alive so I have someone to talk to.

IC: The impact had been massive, the entire ship had shuddered as the orange salvo had impacted on the Star Destroyer. A gunship-sized crater marked the place.

"Confirmed, last transport in." Ugorai reported. "Second Raporan Cruiser in range."

"Hyperspace now." For a single heartbeat everything seemed to slow down, every member of the bridge crew held their breath and then exhaled as the stars merged into the diffuse shapes of hyperspace: They were alive.

Admiral Oreton looked at his captain. Ogurai was smiling, it was the wan smile of a man that had just dodged death.

"Status report?"

"A destroyed shield generator, the loss of our sensor domes, and seventy-five of our eighty turbolaser batteries, total ion cannon loss. Four Missileboats and thirteen TIE Defenders survived, we lost all our assault transports and the Elite's Assault Shuttle."

"The evacuation convoy?"

"We recovered most of the personnel, our only confirmed loss is Admiral Parck's shuttle." Ugorai finished and Oreton closed his eyes.

"How long before we reach Imperial Space?"

"About sixteen hours to the Taskforce, another twentyfour for Morishim."

"Give the bridge crew twelve hours of rest, technicians and engineers will start making repair, I'll want at least half our batteries functional when we reemerge from hyperspace. Find me the highest-ranking Chiss and send him to my command center."

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In the solitude of his command room, we watched the battle over and over again. He looked at it expecting an answer to an unasked question. All those deaths, all those brave men and women who died. Admiral Parck among them.

A short sound indicated that a man was at the entrance of his command room.

"Enter," Oreton pressed a knob on his command chair to unlock the door, and a Chiss entered.

"You are the one called Stent?"

"Yes." The Chiss said and moved before the Admiral.

"I am sorry for Admiral Parck's loss," Oreton said.

"He served Syndic Mitth'raw'nuruodo's Phalanx, he knew he would meet his death serving him, as all of us will."

Oreton knew of their loyalty to Thrawn, they refused to believe in Thrawn's death. And if all the stories of the Grand Admiral were true, then Oreton, too, would have believed that he lived. Pellaeon, Oreton knew, believed in some extent.

"How much of the Nirauan Databanks were saved?"

Stent's face remained frozen. "Less than sixty percent, fortunately most of the Special Files survived. Unfortunately only Thrawn has access to those files."

"I understand. Have you battled the Raporan before? What can you tell me of their arsenal? Was this a task force of considerable strength or just a small one?" Oreton asked changing the subject. The Special Files were the only important at the moment.

Stent told him all he knew of the Raporan, which was not much. A few complementary comments on their technology and some vague hints of their social structure, and the confirmation of their Force-Awareness.

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Admiral Kre'fey sighed as he keyed the holocom reciever, "Supreme Commander Kre'fey."

"Sir, Supreme Commander of the Outer Rim Fleet just transmitted a report of the recon task force to the unknown regions."

"Alright, send it up here," Kre'Fey replied slowly. Then the report appeared on the console and Kre'fey felt his eyes widen, all but two of the capital ships dispatched had been destroyed. The sensor frigate and command cruiser were all that had returned from the mission.

His furred hand trembling Kre'Fey touched the comm, "Call an emergency meeting fo the Advisory Council, we have a situation brewing in the unknown regions. Get the Supreme Commander of the Outer Rim Fleet and the Task Force Commander, we'll want to speak with them personally."

Two days later, without Luke Skywalker the Advisory council met in closed session, the results of the meeting would reverbiate through history.

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Evahe sat in his office wondering. He had heard what had happened to General Ioor's force and for a second, in the silence, a wave of fear came upon him. What if this no thread was more serious than the the Yuuzhan Vong? What if the GFFA couldn't defend itself? Was another war costing billions of lives about to begin? Or would they stay in the Unknown Reigions?
He was scheduled to meet with Ioor soon. Only then could he learn how serious the situation was. In the mean time he had put all of the GFFA fleets on alert and shipyards were soon to be put at maximum production. He was going to take no chances. Hopefully the politicians would agree, and it wouldn't be like the last war. They needed to listen to Evahe.
He looked out his viewport and saw a battered ship come out of hyperspace. The sight of it inspiried fear in Evahe. The threat was indeed real. It would not be long before he knew all. He waited nervously.
It was not long before his commlink beeped. Or so he thought, in the silence he could not tell how fast or slow time passed.
"Sir, General Ioor is here."

"Good send him to my office"

Soon the door opened. From the look on the man's face he could tell the news was not good.

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OOC: Waiting, oh waiting for Mad...Alright lets sow the seeds for the battle of Csilla.

IC:Jaina Solo tugged at the stiff dark green of her dress uniform, its hard pressed edges digging at her and she felt stiff inside its coarse fabric. She bit her lip as she glanced in the mirror. She hated dress uniforms for the same reason as every other pilot in the GFFA forces would testify to, they were stiff, uncomfortable, and, worst of all, a formality.

Pulling her thick brown hair back into a braid she sighed as she felt that the formality of her attire was complete. Behind her Jag felt himself smile, "You look fine, now that we're stiff enough that physical aggression would be immpossible I think the Chiss may be willing to speak with us."

Jaina smiled slightly, it was Jag's stab at a joke, and his sense of humor was as bland as his charisma, but she understood it all the same.

Both of them stepped to the door out of their quarters. As it slid open a pair of Chiss Guards appeared, their charrics unholstered. The first one raised his hand in a gesture of warning, "Guests, go back to your quarters, the families will be unable to see you now."

Jagged glanced around the hall and saw other guards raping on doors for other guests, "Why?"

The Chiss seemed to bristle, "An act of treachery has occured." He stopped glancing at the lightsaber hanging from Jaina's hip, "The meeting chamber has been bombed."

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IC: In the shuttle Garik had resused the entire battle in his head. Desperatly searching for a way to convince himself that the death of thousands of men was not his fault. That his Uncle wuldmhave done the same and left the battlefield bringing with him crucial information. But no matter in which way he thought of it. The ghjost of this battle wo0uld haunt his dreams for ever.
A few minutes later Garik was waiting in front of the Supreme Commander's office. The doors slid open silently and Garik stepped in. A light music was coming out of the office's loudspeakers. Garik reconnised it. It was Naritian music. The music accompagnied the holographic images generated by holoprojector in the middle of the room. Pictures of this long forgotten world seemed to help the Supreme Commander concetrate and be overcome by stress.
Evahe was trhere sitting at his desk waiting for Garik.
Garik saluted.
"At ease General... From what I see of your ship it would appear that your mission was not succesful."
"That would be a rather possitive way of looking at things Commander. We lost just about all the Taskforce and survivors sustained heavy damage."
"General what was your mission?"
Garik was astonished by the question.
"To collect information about a possible foe and contact them."
"Was the fregate supposed to collect informnation destroyed."
"No sir but..."
Evahe looked on Garik like if he was looking at a child who haden't learn't his lessons.

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Evahe shook his head. What a disaster. How will I explain this to the Advisory Council? He looked at Garik for a moment. Can I really blame him? He was confront an unknown foe with no information... For a few moments they sat there in silence. At last Evahe spoke.

"General you have failed terribly. What will happen to you because of this will be dealt with later. For now we have to deal with the Advisory Council. If it is there wish to remove you of command, then so be it."
"Sir, but..."
"I understand, you had no information, you were going in blind. Nevertheless you could have done better. This is a disaster. The
Advisory Council will not be pleased."
Once again Evahe was silent. What was going to happen? Was the galaxy about to break out into another huge war? Or would it be restricted to the Unknown Reigions? Evahe knew better than to hope for that. He had to be ready, perhaps even make the first strike.
"Come Garik, our meeting with the Advisory Council is soon."
With that he stood up and moved towards the bridge. It was time to go.

Moments later, the massive ship entered hyperspace.

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OOC: Sithspit, i cant seem to find a way to jump into the story. But, Ill give it a shot. Here goes nothing.

IC: Talon Karrde sat on the bridge of his ship, looking over all the reportshe had been recieving in the past few days. It seemed like there was trouble brewing out in the unknown territories, but all the reports he was receiving were sketchy, at best. He did have one confirmed report of a GFFA taskforce heading there to investigate something, but he hadnt heard any news of it yet, one way or the other. He hated being out of the loop like this. But at the same time, he was getting on in years. He knew that prety soon, it would be time for him to retire. He was getting way to old for all of this. Galavanting around the galaxy, holding together the smugglers alliance, and occasionally saving everyone was something that the young people should be doing. Not the elderly.

As he sat there pondering all of this, one of his newer crewmembers walked up behind him, and stopped, as if wondering how to approach him. Karrde had heard him walk up, and he smiled. He still remembered what it was like being so young, and in the presence of someone like himself. He slowly turned his seat around, and looked at the young man. He was his newest crew member, picked up at one of his last stops. The kid had been left without a family after the vong invasion, and had been living as a petty thief on the streets. Karrde had taken pity on him, and had taken him in as a crew member. He still hadnt found out where to put him as permanent crew memnber, the kid was only good at pickpocketing, but was also an ace shot in a gun turret as Karrde had found out. Karrde was thinking of putting him in one of the gunnery positions permanently, but didnt think he was ready for that quite yet. Karrde continued to look at him, and the young man just stood there, as if wondering what he should say. Karrde smiled, and looked at his hands. He reached out, and plucked the datapad out of the young mans hands. As he did this, the young man finally spoke up.

"We recieved this transmission a few minutes ago sir, on an emergency frequency. After we decoded it, we brought it right here." the young man said, and Karrde quickly scanned over what the transmission was. He frowned, and put the datapad down. So there was something going on in the unknown regions. And it was something big. He looked up to the young man, and thought for a moment. He couldnt take the Wild Karrde there, it would raise to many alarms. That, and his ship was far to large for an emergency rescue mission. He looked up to the young man, who was still standing there, and thought for a moment.

"Tell me, what ships do we all have available at the moment? I need something small, fast, and well armed for this." he asked, the the young man reached into his breast pocket and brought ut a msall datapad. After hitting a few buttons, he shook his head.

"All we have right now sir is the Bad Samaritan, fresh in from an overhaul at Corellia. She is fairly well armed however, but the captain says he needs a gunner for his new quad turret." the young man said. Karrde nodded at this, and though about it for a moment. He had just recently picked up Seryk as a new recruite, but he had proven himself at the helm of another of vessel in the fleet. He was a fast thinker, and just reckless enough to be willing to take the mission.

"Alright, bring this information to Catian Seryk immediatly, and tell hiim that you are to accompany him on the journey. It will give you some time to learn the ins and outs of running a small ship." karrde said, and he could see the worry in the young mans eyes. He knew that the kid was afraid of screwing up, and here Karrde was puttin ghim on a dangerous mission. But the kid simply nodded, took the datapad back, and turned briskly. As he walked away, Karrde turned, and looked out the viewport of his ship. The vong invasion was fresh in everybodies minds still, and now something else was rearing its ugly head. karrde was beginning to wonder if this galaxy would ever be at peace.

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Seryk sat at the controls of his ship, looking through all the old music filed his grandfather had loaded into the ships computers. There was a large amount of older music in there, along with an even larger amount of music that not even Seryk had heard of. He always knew his grandfather had been a rather large lover of music, but it was lookin more and more like an obsession than a love. As he sat there, he heard someone walk up the boarding ramp of his ship. he tunred and looked down the hallway just in time to see a man even younger than himself walking towards him. The young man was wearing the uniform of of one of Karrdes' people, so Seryk just nodded his head. Karrde must have a new load for him. As the young man approached, Seryk nodded to him, and the young man handed the datapad to him. Seryk reached out and took the datatpad. After reading the message on it, Seryk whistled, and leaned back in his chair. He looked up at the young man, and raised one of his eyebrows.

"So karrde wants me to go get them?" he asked, disbelief in his voice. he had just been picked up by Karrde, and now he was being picked for mission like this? Either Karrde had a lot of trust in him, of Karrde was desperate.

"Apparently, yes. And also, I am to accompany you, to learn ins and outs of running a small ship" the young man said. Seryk nodded. And threw the datapad on the chir next to him. He stood up, and stretched his arms and legs. He had been sitting for far to long now, and he needed to walk around a bit.

"Alright, fisrt things first. Dont call me captain, I hate that. Call me Seryk. And secondly, what is your name. I dont want to be forced to say 'hey you' every time i want to get yu attention." he said. the young man looked to him for a moment, then spoke.

"My name? Its Burt." he said. Seryk nodded, and then sat down in the copilots seat. he motioned for Burt to sit down in the piltos seat, and watched with amusement as Burt slowly lowered himself into the seat.

"Well then, Burt. First things first. Lets get you started on learning how to fly." hje said. Burt simply nodded, and began to absorb all the information Seryk was telling him. After a while, the Bad Samaritan was off, Burt at the helm. The ship wobbled slightly as it flew to out into space, but quickly straightened itself out. Not much longer, the ship launched itself into hyperspace, to save to of the bigeest heroes the galaxy knew.

OOC: Sorry it took so long to post, I was having a hard time figuring out how to work myself into the story. So I decided to belly flop my way into it. I hope I didnt mess with anybodies plans!

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Cal Omas took his seat at the head of the darkened circular table. Two armed guards stood beside the double doors of the chamber, their arms folded over their chests.

The other members of the Advisory Council took their seats, some expressed nervousness, others curiousity, but only a few, like Admiral Kre'Fey, showed dismay.

Slowly an aide stepped in and bent down to whisper to Kre'Fey, "Admiral, they've arrived, their shuttle is docking now."

"Good," Admiral Kre'Fey replied.

One of the councilors, a sullustant leaned back in his seat, his eyes focused on an empty chair, "Where is Jedi Skywalker?"

Cal grimaced, the news hadn't yet reached him of the Jedi's fate, but the assault on Nirauan had left a glimmering distrust of any hope for his survival, "I'm afraid we don't know. We've recieved word from Talon Karrde that he's alive, but Karrde has been rather quiet as to his whereabouts."

"Unfortunately the known status of our own fleet is of primary concern," Admiral Kre'Fey said flatly.

Kenth Hamner stepped fromt he shadows of the room and Cal Omas nodded to him, "Kenth Hamner will brief you on the Task Force, under the command of General Garik. His mission and what information we have on the race that all but destroyed our force."

Kenth began his briefing, his tone quiet but steady, "This began with the discovery made by Jacen Solo of a massacre in the unknown regions followed by a number fo attacks on Jedi on Denon and other locations, these included..."

Cal Omas leaned back, he'd heard this all before, but to many of those in the room it was new to them. Quietly an aide stepped beside him and handed him a datapad. Slowly he bent down to read it.


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Jaina Solo, reporting to the High Council, the Debate Chamber of the Ruling Families on Csilla has been bombed by unknown persons. Rumors of treachery and sabotage among the Nuruodo family run ramped along with rumors of a planned attack on the world. Unspecified reports given to Jagged Fel indicate that the Hand of Thrawn Complex has been destroyed and that Admiral Parck. Jedi Jaina Solo requesting confirmation and instructions.


Kenth finished as Cal starred blankly at the datapad. He blinked as the silence registered in the room. Quietly an aide stepped inside, "Councilors General Garik and Supreme Commander Evahe have arrived."

Cal stood and felt himself fight to keep his voice stead as the chill from the report in his hand remained, "Send them in."

Slowly the double doors opened and the officers stepped inside.


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The hatch of the escape pod popped open with a hiss of steam and Mara pulled herself out through the hatch, her blaster in her hand and a pair of electrobinoculars dangling from her neck. Seeing that the area was clear she turned and pulled Ben from the pod, his eyes flickered across the dull green grass of the clearing in which they found themselves.

Luke clambered out pulling Artoo behind him and they huddled beside the escape pod as Mara pulled open the survival backpack that was within it. She knelt beside the kit as Ben brought over a number of small sticks and kindling to start a fire as Artoo and Luke kept watch. As the fire crackled to life Artoo screamed in the dim light. Luke turned and watched in horror as a star resolved itself into a twin winged craft, a Raporan fighter. It blazed toward them and its dual plasma cannons lanced out. Their bolts burning brilliantly hot against the ground they impacted.

Mara kicked out the fire as the craft whine overhead, "Don't they give up?"

Luke grabbed Ben by the hand and watched the fighter curve up for another pass, "Come on lets find cover!"

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The large doors opened, revealing a large circular table. Around it sat the members of the Advisory Council. Evahe looked calm, but inside he was a bit nervous. He had never liked dealing with politicians. Hopefully they would not repeat the mistakes made during the last war.
He walked into the room with Garik right behind him. Garik was also nervous, and it showed. Evahe hoped the Advisory Council would choose not to remove him of command. He had made a few mistakes, but he had been dealing with an unknown foe. He could not be blamed for what had happened, and Evahe still trusted him.
The Advisory Council could not possibly feel the same way. Cal Omas stood.
"Welcome, Supreme Commander Litok and General Ioor."
Evahe noded and moved to take his seat. Garik did that same.
"I understood there was an, incident in the unknown reigions."
For a moment no one spoke. Evahe glanced at Garik.
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Garik's heart had never beaten so fast. With Evahe on his side he entered the Meeting room. The different representants were there.
Admiral Kre'Fey was leading the assembly. On his side was Sien Sovv and a Jedi Garik had never seen. Other representants of the senat and other divisions of the army were also present. Kre'Fey was the first to talk.
"General Garik Ioor." Garik saluted "Were you officially designated to lead a fleet on a exploration mission?"
"Yes Sir" said Garik, trying to hide his nervousness.
"Was this mission a succes?"
"Only partially Sir."
"Partially seems a ratrher small word General." the Bothan typed on his Console and a holoprojector projected a report.
"It says here you fleet was literally anihilated."
"Yes Sir. But the exploration fregate returned safely."
"Yes General. But it is unfortunated it was the only ship who did. It says here your ship only barly made it."
Garik shivered at the thought of all the injured being evacuated from his Admiral ship.
"Yes Sir."
"Now lets turn to you Admiral Evahe."

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Admiral Kre'Fey leaned back in his chair, his subordinates needed a grilling, and he needed to know what they were up against, "Could you please state the current status of the force you dispatched to the unknown regions."

Admiral Evahe blinked, "We lost all ships assigned tot he force witht he exception of the modified Star Destroyer Mon Mothma and the modified Assault Frigate Rights of Justice, the modified Assault Frigate, fortunately was acting as a sensor frigate and recorded the entirety of the engagement, from first contact to our withdraw."

Admiral Kre'Fey glanced around the table, "Total casualties?"

"Over two hundred thousand personel," Admiral Evahe said blankly.

Silence greeted his words and Cal let the silence build, "General, can you think of anything you should have done differently?"

"No sir."

"Did you fire first?" Cal asked and the General looked at the floor, "General, did your forces fire first?"

"Yes, according to standard procedures cloaked contacts are to be considered hostile unless proven otherwise."

The Sullustant rose from his seat, "Did the Jedi provide you with all the materials they had gathered before the engagement?"

Cal shook his head, "I would remind you of the series of events, the Jedi did not acquire this material until after the force departed, even then it is unlikely that it would have done any good." Cal sighed, "Now Admiral, what exactly did your precious sensor frigate record?"

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