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"Orders!" Kyral exclaimed walking back onto the bridge with a datapad in his hands. "Its all hit the fan over Garos IV, the Rapora have made an offensive. This is the perfect time for a little trip behind enemy lines. The GFFA have failed in their attempts, lets show them how its done. First though, we need this ship kitted out, set a course for our shipyards."

The engines began to whine as the Warrior's Patience prepared to enter hyperspace.

Looking at the veiwport from the front of the bridge Kyral noticed something.

"Tell Cal Omas is his intelligence craft tries to follow us we will be forced to take ation."

The message was relayed and Omas appeared on the screen. "Well you can't blame us for trying, good luck, may the force be with you."

Looking at the stars Aeron felt at peace, his wanderlust satisfied as they had something to do and were n the move. The familiar sight of the stars fading into streaks filled him with a warm glow.


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OOC: The Corran miniplot goes on the galaxy's less glamorous location: The Coronet Sewers.

IC: Millennia of technological advance had never helped the sanitation systems. Coronet being a coastal city had much more sanitation problems than a city on the mainland. Despite its architectonic jewels, their pipes and sewers all went to the same place, where they would join in bigger pipes and underground aqueduct, they would become even bigger, until they were finally joined in the Treatment Facility. There part of the water would be cleansed, and some of the rest be sent into the sea. For many years –the Diktat years – the Selonians had been forced to live in the Wide Sewers, among the human’s filth. The tunnels and maintenance shaft had been made wide enough to accommodate them, galleries would open into some central nodes that served as halls, sleeping quarters, whatever. Of course as soon as no one was watching the Selonians dug their way into the old tunnels and closed them behind them.

All of the official entrances had been closed when the Diktat fell. No one should ever be made to live among the filth. Not much later some low-lifes had reopened them, smuggler clans and criminal gangs used them as a prison hold- And still do at times, although known exits have been opened, though much discreet. Still some of the lower members of the populace began to dwell inside, for protection. They live inside, and go and come at will. Their dwellers have organized into a bizarre social structure that would give even the most able xeno-anthropologist a headache.

The average populace knows well enough that there are low-lifes dwelling in the Sewers, but show little interest in them, pretending that they do not even exist.

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OOC: General Fett, on station, in command, and outsmarting the Repora!! Good times fore all!!

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"I still think this a foolish plan. Not to mention doomed to failure, Fett." General Niurk said, and Fett nodded.

"Duelly noted General. But my plan will work. You will just have to trust me." he said, and he saw through his visor the other heave a mighty sigh. They both knew that plan was a far fetched one, at best. With so many unknown variables, no sane commander would have tried it. But so far, only insane tactics had worked in this war. Fett just hoped that this battle would not prove otherwise.

"General Fett, we have received communications from Shadowblast, the enemy fleet has entered hyperspace. And the Convoy has remained on station." a comm officer called out, and Fett nodded.

"I assume thier course is for Vortex?" Niurk asked, and the comm officer nodded.

"Good. Everything is going as planned. They will arrive at Vortex in a few hours. A few hours to late, sadly." Fett said, sarcasm in his voice. He had ordered several groups of warships to cluster at Vortex, a chance grouping of a massive chunk of the fifth fleet. Far to many ships in one place for the Repora to give up a chance at striking. If the Vortex force was lost, the Fifth fleet was doomed. To bad for the Repora that the Vortex fleet would not be there.

"Order the fleet to begin thier operations. If they encounter any problems, swtch to plan two." Nuirk ordered, and Fett sighed. Nuirk was having problems adjusting to being second in command. Something he would have to remedy.

As they watched, the fleet began to move. Several groups broke off, preparing for short jumps to lightspeed of various lenghts.. Several other groups reformed, and headed out into space, to await the ambush that they would execute to hopefully smash the Reporan upon their arrival Vortex.

Fett and Nuirk's force, however, had the most important job. A massive convoy had been discovered at Ansion, with very few defending vessels. Fett only had to assume it was for future landing, and occupation forces. He had decided to deny these supplies to the Repora.

"Al vessels report ready Generals." said the comm officer, and Fett smiled under his helmet. This was going to be fun.

"Execute."

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Admiral Ver'Kishk sat in his chambers, in deep meditation. On his face was a look of deep pain. Even for a Repora, the force to him was a foreign object, almost out of his grasp. Normally that would have prevented his ascension to any rank of worth, but his tactical genius could not be denied. Hence his command of the Veremere cruiser Gaze of Agaony. and the force of cruisers that came with it.

"When he had found out that the GFFAs' Fifth fleet was ammassing ot Vortex, he at first thought it was a trick. A ploy to lure him into a trap. But after a week of nothing, he had decided it was an attempt to reinforce Vortex from teh strike that was sure to come. he then decided to attack, and prove to the GFFA the foolishness of their choice. His force was more than large enough to deal with whatever they had at Vortex. And the Timeless One's plans for garratos and Jagga II could still go ahead as planned.

But something was botherign him, somethign he could not touch upon. In the past several minutes, he had felt faint twiches in the force, almost like ripples of surprise and dread had spread through portons of his attack force. But as soon as they had appeared, they had vanished. He concentrated on them, trying to pinpoint them, but it eluded him.

Slowly, he came to realize a chime had begun in his chambers. He opened his eyes, and realized that they were nearing Vortex. He slowly stood, and stalked out of his chambers towards the bridge. It was time for battle.

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Fett watched the silvery white lines of Hyperspace flow around his flagship, the mighty Ravager-class Destroyer Light of Coruscant. He admired the GFFA for these vessels, they were impressive. he still preffered the mandalorain cruisers, but he yet to recieve a sizable force of them, so he decided instead to use them for the deep space ambushes. He watched the timer carefully, and noted several points of time. If everything went as planned, at those very moments, the Reporan fleet was taking casualties it could not have forseen. Then the timer reached ten seconds, and hsis gaze flickerd to the forward viewports.

"Here is to victory General." Fett said, and Nuirk nodded. The lines of hyperspace vanished, and Fett saw his sizable force emerge from hyperspace. In front of him, sat a massive force of vessels, hanging in tight formation to help defned agasint attack. The convoy was right where it was supposed to be.

"Commence the attack." Nuirk ordered, and Fett again sighed. He was being second guessed again.

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As Admiral Ver'kishk reached the bridge, mere moments form thier appinted arrival time at Vortex, he felt a wave of dread wash over him. Befoer he could react, the massive vessel lurched, and dropped into realspace, well bofore it should have.

"Report he yelled, and the seonsor station became a torrent of organized chaos.

"We have been yanked from hyperspace two minutes ahead of schedule. Scanners show a gravity well appromixte in size for an Inderdictor class vessel." came on evoice, and the Admiral scowled.

"Oder Savle pair three to locate ond destory the vessel." he said, but another voice came back, distressed.

"Admiral, Savla pair three is missing. Along with the rest of their group. As are groups one, four, five, and six. All support craft with those groups are also missing." he voice said. Hearing this, Ver'Kishk ran to his station, and looked at the sensor. Almost his entore force was missing. Only group two remained, hanging just off his starboard bow.

"Raise our sheilds! Locate the missing groups, now! And order group two to spread around us evenly. Are there any enemy vessels neay bye?" he asked, and the sonsor officer shook his head, a look of confusion on his face.

"What in the name of the sith is going on?" Ver'Kishk bellowed, but then he saw it. The faint glow on an enemy warships engines. But sensors had not detected them. Unless.....

"Order all vessels to fire theit weapons in pattern Aleph-seven! Maximum intensity!" he orderd, and he watched as the remained vssels in his force fired all weapons. Most flew out into space hamrlessly, but several impacted against shields. Where the impacts occured, massive torrents of Turbolaser blasts returned, pounding the shields of his remaining four Savlas. he watched in horror as tow of them exploded, and the other two sustained massive damage in the opening barrage.

"Mandalorian Warships! Launch all starfighters! Concentrate fore on those sheilds! make them pay!" he yelled, and he watched as the remnants of his force again returned fire. Under the more concentrated barage, tow of the vesels exploded, and several more smaller explosions could be seen in space. But as soon as they started, the gravity well vanished, and the explosions vanished.

"Sensors, what happened? Where did they go?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"They all accellerated at an incredible rate! But no into hyperspace." the sensor officer said, and Ver'Kishk nodded. He silently cursed both the mandalorains and their leap-drives, and the Reporan scientists for not being able to duplicate them.

"Admiral, we have recieved communications from group four! They report they were yanked from hyperspace, and ambushed by enemy forces. They sustained heavy initial casualties, and executed an immediate withdrawl. They are requesting orders." his comm officer said, but before Ver'Kishk could repsond, another comm officer looked up.

"Admiral, the convoy at Ansion is reporting itself ot be under heavy attack by an overwhelming force! They request assistance immediatly!" he said, and suddenly, in the back his mind, Ver'Kish realised what had happened. The GFFA commander had scattered his forces from hyperspace somehow, inlifcting casualties all the while. It would take him time to regroup his force, and head back to Ansion. To much time. But if he didn't, fall back, the convoy would be destroyed, as would all other forces at Ansion. He looked longly out the viewport at the star of Vortex, which was seeming to twinkle at him mockinglly.

"Order our forces back to Ansion, full speed. Send out a holocomm message to all groups to do the same. Vortex will have to wait." he said, his voice sullen. In one move, the GFFA not only has crushed his main force and the convoy under his care, but they had made a fool out of him. Far that, they would pay dearly.

He watched as his fleet executed a sharp trn, and then leapt back into hyperspace, to salvage what was left af the Ansion convoy forces. Assuming there was anything left at all.

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The Warrior's Patience decelerated shrply out of hyperspace, the thins silverly lines became stars once more. Infront of them lay an installation so secret that not even their GFFA allies knew of its location. The Mandalorian shipyards.

As the sleek intelligence vessel glided between pylons and repair bays Aeron could see half built battle cruisers and wings of fighters undergoing their final flight testing.

"Open a channel to the docks." Aeron commanded. "This is Commodore Aeron Kyral of the Warrior's Patience requesting access to intelligence repair and refit bays bays." He sat back and waited for the inevitable reply.

"Proceed Commodore." The voice sounded mechanical over the inetcom.

The Warrior's Patience continued on its way, slowly pulling into the heart of the shipyard complex, the very berth in which it had firsrt been built. Docking clamps reached out like mettalic snakes from the sides of the berth. The ships rocked and groaned as the clamps attached themselves. The ship's prow was mere feet away from the end of the berth and the control tower for all repairs conducted that was situated in the wall.

Aeron took a deep breath as he left the ship. Emerging from the gangway tunnel he entered a control location, the armour guards had weapons in hand. Aeron showed them his pass and they motioned him on. He walked briskly towards the control tower. Entering it at the base and wlking up the tairs to the command level he found the bay's supervisor.

"I need to see the installation commadant immediatley." The Berth supervisor looked suprised at such a request but put it through anyway, after a quick look at Aeron'r rank insignia.

"He's on his way sir." The officer went back to his work, checking readouts from the Warrior's Patience down below them. Aeron took the moment of free time to stare at his command from the out side, noting the sleek lines and Mandalorian design with pride. She ws a fine ship.

"Sir. The Commandant is nearly here." Aeron turned from his ship to face the entrance to the control tower. A tall Mandalorian wearing the uniform of an Admiral entered the room. He had long grey-white hair and steely blue eyes.

"Admiral." Aeron saluted the slightest hint of friendly ridicule in his voice. The Admiral returned his salute. The two menstood staring at eachother before embracing. "Its been too long." Memories of his childhood aboard a haven starship for the exiled Mandalorians. How this man had taken him as an orphan and guided him though his early life. The left the embrace and sat at a nearby table.

"I had no idea they'd put you in command here..."

"Too old to fight on the front line they told me. Bloody cheek." The Admiral grinned. "So what brings you here?"

"I need the ship kitted out. We've got orders for an intelligence mission. Its all confidential though, right from the top."

"Fett?" The Admiral Queried.

"Higher. This came from Chancellor Verice and Cal Omas."

"Ah. Well, lets have a look at what you want and see what we can do. We're a little low on parts as we are in flat out production for new vessels."

***

A skilled crew of Mandalorian workers had finished the work on the Warrior's Patience. Its engines had been tuned up. The cloaking devices checked and rechecked. Stronger tractor beams installed and much, much more. The ship was ready and fighting fit.

"This is the Warrior's Patience requesting permission to leave dry dock." Aeron informed the control tower.

"Roger Warrior's Patience permission granted, good hunting."

The clamps retracted and the ship floated gently free. "Easy now, easy. Bring her out nice and slow. There's time for speed later." Aeron told the helmsman. The ship nosed slowly out until it ws free from the facility and facing space again.

Aeron turned to face his bridge staff and turned the PA on to adress the crew. "As of this moment we are on active duty. You are all experienced you know the drill. Radio silence is to be maintained at all times. we will make short hyperspace hops to lessent the possibility of being pulled out by an gravity well equiped ship. You are to be ready for conflict and for your duties round the clock. Ne aware, you may be called upon at any time. Good luck to you all." He turned off the PA system. "Set a course for Raporan space and activate the cloak. Its time to go behins enemy lines."

"Sir!" The helmsman saluted. The stars on the screen faded into streaks and then they were in hyperspace. Headed for what Aeron did not know, he would find out though, that was his job.

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On the ground of Garos IV the GFFA troops waited behind their hardened bunkers as they watched the Rapora deploy before them. Thousands upon thousands of Droideka'kar war droids, Kar'Vanel crew droids, and Kar'Vanel'kar commandos. Behind the line of droids were the Rapora themselves, armed with plasma carbines, lightblades, and sabers they waited as the nanoreplicators assembled their heavier equipment.

General Vien Snub watched the enemy through his electrobinoculars and smiled, "Are the weapons issued?"

"Yes sir, the Pulse Disruptors are out." Lieutenant Colonel Bria Derlin answered from behind him, "I'm still not so sure about these new armaments."

Vien nodded, "I understand your concerns, but the sonic pulse disruptor is one of the few weapons I can think off that will render the Rapora's utilization of lightsabers, useless."

Bria bit her lip against the retort that sat at the tip of her tongue. Sullustant engineers had been working on the technology since the civil war, and only now had they produced working models, the first of which were going to be field tested right here. Instead she lifted her own electrobinoculars to watch the enemy.

"Our troops are ready?"

"Yes sir," Derlin answered.

"Then give the order to commence the attack," Vien answered swiftly.

In the trenchworks the GFFA infantry charged their disruptors and rushed out of the cover of their bunkers. Merr-Sonn PLX missiles crisscrossed the air hunting targets.

The Rapora quickly awoke to the fact that they were under attack, and instantly abandoned the wait for their heavy equipment, instead they hastily formed themselves up as infantry, just as the GFFA forces began to engage the droids.

The SPD-1As which the troops had been issued were stunningly effective, with a maximumn range roughly equal to the Blastech E-11s they'd been trained with they quickly managed to take down a number of the Droideka'kar war droids. The power of each blast was like a laser cannon when it hit an unshielded portion of its targets, but even against the shielded Droidekas the weapons inflicted damage. The shield would often turn the charged portion of the blast but allow the sonic waves from the bolt to pass through the shield unmolested. These waves would litterally rattle the target's molecules to a state where they broke apart into their component parts, but even then many of the droid's held fast, suffering blast after blast of damage.

The GFFA attack quickly faltered, the Raporan droids were to good to match with even their own sides numerical superiority. The tide quickly changed as the Rapora got organized and began an envelopment. The GFFA retreat quickly turned into route back to the brestworks from wince they came.

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General Snub felt her lip tremble as she watched the quickly retreating GFFA forces. her plan had been good. But the Reporan technology had just been to much for their troops new eapons to take down. But at the same time, they had proven their use in combat. But now, more was needed.

"Tell group one and four to open fire on the approaching flanks! Groups two and three are to hold their fire until they are almost on top of us!" the general yelled, and Bria looked ot the general as if she were mad.

"On top of us? We will be dead long before groups tow and three can fire! Not to mantion they are just as likely to hit us!" she said, but eh general shook her head.

"On the contrary, we will be fine. " she said, but Bria could tell that even the general was having her doubts. Then the bombardment began.

As on Ord Mantell, GFFA artillery opened fire, obliterating the flanks of the approaching enemy. Without heavy artillery to return fire with, the Repora found themselves to be at a severe disadvantage now. Unless they got into the GFFA trenchworks. Then, the enemy artillery could not hit them. They doubled their charge.

As bria watched this, she suddenly heard the sound of hovertanks moving forward. She looked over, and saw several of the new hovertanks line up. But intstead of the standard light turbolaser, these tanks had a dish in it's place. She wondered what they were for a moment, and then, as the Repora grew ever closer, they fired.

Red energy beams lashed out, a constant sream of destruction. The small dish on each tanks slowly turned, and the beams arced across the fron of the enemy lines. Reporan droids were at first unnafected, but then the beams simply overhwlmed the sheilds, and the Reporan middle found itself being cut apart by the tanks.

Still they charged on, knowing they could still take the trenches. General Snub saw this, and dropped her binoclars in fear.

"Call for retreat! We are going to be overrun!" she yelled, and the call went out. Quickly, the remnants of the GFFA forces left the trenchwaorks, running quickly for their hidden transports.

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Several hundred Kilometers away, the Imperial ground forces waited. In their midst, General Grash fumed. The GFFA were under heavy assualt now. And here he sat, without a single repora n site of his guns. it was just his luck.

"General, the GFFA forces are retreating to their transports. Their line shave been overrun." camm a call from one f his comm ifficer, and Grash bgan to let out a long string of words, that when combined, added up to a curse that would have had Darth Vader nodding in appreciation.

"Alright, I guess we don;t get to fight. Order the evacuation. We con;t hold this world on our own." he said, and his troops looked around, wondering if thier ocmmander had lost his mind.

"What are you waiting for! We leave now!" he bellowed, and suddenly, the entire imperial line began the painfull process of evacuation, all without having fired a single shot.

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Supreme Admiral kre'Fey at in his office, looking over the latest reporst, when the alrarm at his door chimed. He placed the datacards down, and tapped the button to allow whoever had wrong the alarm to enter. When he finally glanced up, he saw someone he knew he should have Recognized. Somethign about him made his heart beat race to high levels. The look in the humans eye was not one of a predator, but of someone who knew he deserved a large amount of respect.

"Welcome. it ashames me to say this, but I do not remember your name, although i have a feeling I know it well." kre'Fey said, and the man nodded as he sat. he was old, but his body was still strong enough to live on without the use of bactra treatments. His hair was thin, but still had traces of the black color it once was. The man looked Kre'fey directly in the eyes, and smiled.

"Yes, Admiral, you should. Your Predecessor knew me well. He would have feared me, if we had ever came to blows. But thankfully for us both, I managed to retire before that happened." he said, and Kre'fey began searching his memory for someone, anyone, that the late Admiral Ackbar may have feared. The list was not a very long one, made even shorter by how few of them were still alive. But then, he had it. His eyes grew wide, and he found himself suddenly wondering if he should be thankfull this man was here, or arresting him on the spot.

"I thought you had placed yourself under planetary arrest on Rathalay?" Kre'Fey asked, and the man smiled.

"I did. it was part of my surrender agreement with the New Republic. A Agreement which is now null and void, since the Republic is gone, and Rathalay was ravaged by the Vong." he said, and Kre'Fey nodded.

"I see your point. So what brings you to my office?" he asked, and the elderly man smiled.

"I wish to return the navy, Admiral. I tried doing it once before, when the New Republic needed me the most. I do hope that your government does not make the same mistake. Many lives may be saved." he said, and Kre'Fey nodded, and thought about it for a long moment.

"I will see what can be done. But it will not be a fast priocess, or a pretty one. Until then, consider my quarters here to be yours for the duration of your stay." he said, and the man nodded.

"Thank you Admiral. And let me tell you, I was very impressed with your preformace against the Vong. Very impressed indeed. Granted, a few people could have done better, but they were all retired or dead." he said, and the man turned to walk out of the room. After he left, Kre'Fey leaned back in his chair, wondering if he had just been handed a blessing, or a curse.

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General Fett's plan had been simple. Utilizing a force of interdictors deployed at the extreme edges of the Rapora's projected path at a dozen different points he'd been able to strip the fleet and string it out like a set of pearls.

Now he had a clear shot at the real prize, the convoy of light ships and Vagaari vessels which formed the life blood of the Raporan fleet. Foodstuffs, combat gear, replicators, and replacement stuffs were crammed into their ships. A pair of the larger Savla class cruisers had been stripped of their super-plasma cannons and retroffited with cargo pods.

Still it was a formidable force, one which he could barely challenege with his fleet fragmented to delay the arrival or Raporan aid. It was a gamble, and Fett knew it. But now he had his pray in his sights.

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Darth Avarice smiled as the reports from the ground came in. Already the battle was winding down into a mopping up operation, the GFFA forces had evacuated to the Imperial fleet and fled or been captured. The so called "Fortress" world of Garos IV had fallen in less then eight hours of sustained combat.

Now the Empire was severed from her allies, and soon the sickness of their treason to their leader and history would bear fruit.

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Fett watched carefully as the massive convoy began manuvers to protect the actual supply ships from his force of vessels. The more heavily armed vessels took point, and began moving to engage his forces. he counted them up, and sighed. It was going to be a slugging match. A slugging match he could afford neither to fight, nor to lose.

"Have our forces array themselves in a loose formation, but tight enough to cover each others feilds of fire. target their heaviest vessels first. And keep our starifghters back for now, targeting their plasma bombs." Fett ordered, and he watched as the two forces moved tawrds each other with slow deliberation.

"General Fett, the supply ships are moving away from us. We will have to get past the armed vessels befre we can hit the supply ships themselves." a sensor officer called out, and Fett nodded.

"Of course, itis their only logical choice. Doing anything else would cause the destruction of far to many supply ships." Fett said, and in the back of his mind, he smiled to himself. He couldn;t have asked for them to do anything more idiotic. Whoever was in command here was a fool.

"When our forces are 50 kilometers from one another, have our forces halt, and hold position. We will enage ethe enmy forces there." Fett said, General Niurk looked to him, a confused look on his face.

"why halt? We need to get to those supply vessles, and quickly. What puropse does halting out fleet have?" he asked irratably, and Fett shook his head.

"Do not try to second guess me, general. All you will accomplish is confusing yourself. Nova group, you are go for your attack." fett said, and he sat back in his seat, waiting.

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Darth Avarice looked at the map fo the sector laid out before her. The Raporan forces in the sector had been heavily engaged but still here first objective had been secured, Garos IV had fallen with little struggle. Now her efforts would be redirected, to three new objects.

1: Cutting the Hydian Way by taking the worlds of Bandomeer and Torpawa from the Empire.

2: Securing the possible force sensitive recruits for incorporation into the sith forces by taking Dathomir.

3: The isolation and destruction of the 4th GFFA Fleet commanded by Ioor.

She hoped that the securing of the Hydian Way and limited actionst agains the Empire would further her master's plans for the region. Smiling she keyed her holocomm and began to issue orders to her fleet, unknown to her someone else was listening...

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