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The two UDA task forces shimmered into existance on either side of the Raporan convoy. Their weapons were already targeted on the enemy as a storm of Chiss Clawcraft sped out of the hangers. Then with a flash the UDA ships opened fire. Six Vagaari Dreadnaughts detonated under the onslaught as the Drefma class Corvettes through their ship's engines to full attempting to claw themselves out of the firebag they found themselves in. The UDA's Freedom Sword class light Cruisers swept in, their four torpedo launchers spitting blue projectiles in the Rapora's wake. One of the volleys caught a Drefma class in the rear and blew apart the engine compartment, sending the craft spinning out into space.

Behind the Raporan convoy the reinforcing Rapora Warship's kicked into full acceleration toward the engagement. The eight Savlas in that formation were already blazing forward at full speed. Through the force Commodore Athien could sense the Rapora's fury. Smiling coldly she nodded to the communications officer, "Open a channel to Admiral Evahe."

The sensor operator spun in his seat, "Sir, we've picked up two more ships entering the system."

* * *

Admiral Evahe glanced up as Commodore Athien's three dimensional image appeared beside General Fel's, "Admiral, those Savlas are moving to attack our rear, if you'd eliminate them we can finish off the convoy and present a unified force to the Rapora."

"Thank you Commodore. General have you identified the two new arrivals?"

General Fel shook his head, "Negative, they appear to be the two ships that engaged our fleets over Ord Mantell but we can't confirm that."

* * *

Aboard the Aklasp cruiser Varkrask Captain Kask Clawdar smiled at the Aklasp Admiral, "You were correct Admiral Velras, the enemy has targeted this convoy. The Timeless One will be most impressed."

Admiral Velras smiled slightly as he heard the comment, "You have not seen us fight yet have you Clawdar, well prehaps this will warm your opinion. Launch fighters!"

Like a pod of Kracken in the deep Mon Calamari sea the Aklasp fighters exploded from the Cruiser's hanger. The glowing red orange squid shaped vessels spun toward the conflict and shot forward.

* * *

Commodore Athien watched as the GFFA imposed itself between the Raporan reinforcements and the UDA. The Savlas shied off their course as the enormous bulk of the Executor class Star Destroyer Guardian slid into space before the enemy.

Then her smile faded as she turned back to the holoprojector, it was time to test Hirotek's idea, "Open a channel to the Vagaari vessels." The communications officer was to experienced to ask questions as she keyed in the frequency, "Vagaari Vessels, we have no quarrel with you or your ships, the Rapora are our target, if you agree to remove yourselves from their service we will consider you noncombatants."

As Athien leaned back she listened to the response on the frequency as the Vagaari argued between themselves. Suddenly one of the Alaga class Dreadnaughts broke formation and sped away. Sensor revealed it lowering it's shields. Suddenly two of the Alaga class vessels in Raproa convoy began powering down. Then another voice came across the comm, a clearly Raporan one, "Damnation to traitors!!!" Suddenly three of the Alagas in the convoy were vaporized by a volley of Raporan plasma shots.

One of the Savlannas in the convoy suddenly vectored toward the fleeing Alaga it's weapons systems powering up and throttle at full. Behind it a full wing of Vagaari fighters shot from the Paskla class Carrier. The fighters shot toward the Alaga apparently trying to beat the Savlanna there. Athien whispered to herself as she watched, "There must be Rapora on that ship, that Savlanna is burning space."

Suddenly the Vagaari fighters turned about and fired on the Savlanna across the channel a hoarse Vagaari voice yelled, "Liberty or death!!!" The Savlanna began to tumble, its weapons and engines disabled. The remaining Vagaari ship's began to vector away from the convoy, some ready for combat, others powering down. Glancing at the displays Athien watched as the Alaga class dreadnaughts engaged and destroyed four of the Savlannas that had begun targeting the Paskla class.

Smiling to herself she leaned back as a Vagaari voice crackled onto the comm, "Commodore this is Supreme Commander Dravik we'll fight for you to throw this yoke of oppression from our people!"

* * *

His name was Brigadier General Valinkor, and he was a Vagaari in charge of a mottled unit of his comrades. A warrior during the struggle agains the Raporan conquest of the Vagaari he had joined the UDA to escape what he knew was soon to happen to his people. Now he was on Ord Mantell leading a full Brigade of UDA troops in the fight against the Rapora.

He stood on the top of the UAT-HT hover tank with his electrobinoculars focused on the Raporan regiment that was advancing toward him. He smiled coldly, "So there's Darth Fury, perhaps we'll show him why Sith is a curse inside the rim." He turned and nodded to the communications officer, "Inform Colonel Sterask that he may fire when ready."

From behind the small ridge a whole battery of eight UDA Liberty Rain missile batteries whined onto the propper vector for launch and unloaded a full volley of sixty-two proton tipped missiles. Their magazines depleted the batteries activated their repulsor lifts before their missiles reached the top of their trajectory.

Just below the top of the ridge a regiment of UDA armored vehicles waited, their hulls protected by the hill itself from line of sight weapons. The AT-AT-UDs were kneeling down on their fours to keep out of sight, a tricky maneuver for something so large as the regiment of Sentinel droids rolled to just in front of the walkers, flanked on each side by UDA infantry.

Brigadier General Valinkor nodded to himself as the AT-PT-UDs clattered to the peak of the ridge, their shield generators producing a warpped appearance over their cortosis reinforced hull. They sat there watching as Valinkor turned back to the Raporan regiment and watched the proton bomb tipped missiles drop onto their targets from almost directly above them.

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Evacuation. Heavy hearted, Han Solo and his staff and officers removed themselves from the base that had housed them for the past days. The equipment (what was left of it after the creatures attacks) had been quickly packed up and loaded on lifters, technicians and crewers performed smoothly their routine. After all sensitive equipment was hauled away, the crewers efficiently loaded the wounded in another vehicle and sent them off. Now was the turn of the officers. Behind them only the soldiers awaited to be ferried to the next base. Even the corpses of the dead creatures had been sent off to the capital for a complete medical analysis. One of the Chiss had gone with them.

Behind them a cumulus of black clouds rose from the burning forest. The Rapora slowed down after the Ewok gambit apparently had decided for the wood fire to die of its own and then pass over the ashes of the forest instead. The group of the fire-walking creatures that had come through the forest during the fire had already destroyed one of the small outposts on the fold of the mountains, and just reinforced the urgency to pack up.

"Hope you are ready for a long trip," Han said. as he entered the hover vehicle.

"How long will it take us to arrive?" Ulan asked.

"It'd be about forty minutes in a shuttle, about thirty in the Falcon." Han answered. "But," and his voice trailed off with annoyance.

"But?"

"But we are going to make the trip in this bucket of bolts. After what happened to Dorja I don't think it'd be safe to use shuttles, not without some strong escorts."

"General's orders?"

"That's why he's here," Solo answered. The delay would be considerable it'd take them mfour or five hours making it in the hover vehicle through the mountain range. The entire convoy would be making a very slow time.

"You better take a nap," Solo suggested as he made himself confortable in the seat in front of him. The hovercraft had been designed for ten people plus the pilot and copilot. Now only Han, Ulan and their pilot were inside giving all of them plenty of space. Han took out the comlink.

"Everything loaded?"

"Yes sir, we are ready for departure." The voice came back.

"So what are we waiting for?" Immediately the hovercraft's engines hummed to life and the convoy began its slow journey to Riverbase. Solo put the comlink with reach and closed his eyes.

Ulan looked at the human, then shifted his gaze out of the viewport at the moving landscape. His eyes slowly began to close. The soporiffic hum of engines and the monotone landscape helped to put him to sleep.

The images and thoughts that troubled his mind had no trouble appearing in dreamform. The once-lush forest of Sekot were blackened by fire, just as the ones in Ord Mantell. The stank of hundreds of corpses filled the air, and the reddened water tasted like poison. He heard the voices of Harrar, and Nas Choka as they denounced the treachery. He felt the pain of the mothers that lost their children of the father that lost their families. Renewed oaths of vengeance, of war. Prayer to Yun-Yammka rose over the disgraced agony cries of thousands of Yuuzhan Vong. The Rapora had not even landed on the planet, the Yuuzhan Vong had been slaughtered from orbit. Sekot had not been able to defend its inhabitants, nor had it given them the weapons necessary for defense. The curses changed their destination as many Yuuzhan Vong cursed their homeworld before they were completely silenced.

In his dreams Ulan wept.

Craters of fire appeared where their cities and towns had existed, a dark entity shadowed the world. Amidst all the destruction a blueish figure sat. Impassive, indifferent to the tragedy.

"Master Ocas," Ulan noted.

"This is the result of your choice." The ghost answered, the comment had a powerful effect on the Yuuzha Vong.

"I know."

"Do you regret your choice?"

"No," Ulan answered, with a honesty that surprised himself. Trej, evidently was not suprised.

"Choices forge our lives. I once spent years in regret of one cowardly choice, other choices I took and died for them. You resisted the temptations, had you give into them Zonama Sekot would be safe."

The image in the dreams shifted to the Zonama as Ulan remembered it. "Other worlds would have suffered the terrible fate, but not Zonama. At the side of the Timeless One, you would have repeated the feat of your fathers and in few years you would have conquered the known galaxy in His name."

"I do not regret my choice," Ulan murmured quietly. There was no regret, only sadness.

"You acted upon what you felt was correct. You have shown faith in yourself and in the Force, Ulan Shai. But the journey is not over yet."

Ulan wanted to answer, but his eyes opened wide.

"And here I thought that Jedi did not take naps." Han asked.

Ulan blinked. "Did you say something?"

"Just noting that this journey is not over yet," Han answered. "And that not many Jedi take naps."

Ulan smiled and looked at Han again. "How far are we?"

"Not much, we may have one hour or so before we arrive. But it's good you woke up, as I want to see who's on the other side of this." And he put out the special comlink Vana had given him.

"There goes nothing," Han said as turned on the comlink.

The transmission clicked once and a strong human voice came through, slightly cracked up by the static.

"General Solo, you had me worrying."

"Oreton?" Solo asked. It was definitely not what he had expected to hear, he had counted on a Rapora tellling him that Vana was dead, or on the mute silence of an unanswered call.

"Grand Admiral?" Ulan asked, recognizing the voice too. Equally suprised as Solo.

"Baros," Han spoke again, he allowed himself the familiarity having met Oreton about two decades before. "This thing is not long-range. You are-"

"You know the answer to that question, General," the voice on the other side interrupted him. "This might be the most secure channel on all the planet, but some things are better left unsaid. I gather you are moving to the Base by the River Emante?"

"Yes, we captured some strange aliens allied with the Rapora."

"The ones that walked through the forest?" Baros asked.

How did he know? "Yes, those. They are tough things, it took Ulan a lot to deal with them, they are made of metal or some crystalized silicate material. THey are really hot." Han noted.

"Interesting." Oreton answered. "I have other problem to attend, General. I will communicate again."

And the transmission clicked off. "Who hasn't his own worries these days?" Han sighed. "At least we learnt some few things."

***

Oreton regretted having to close off his communication with Solo. Even if it was the most secure channel, Oreton would wait until Solo arrived to the base and coordinate then.

In the meantime, Solo had confirmed some of his notes on the particular creatures that intervened in the past battle.

Made of metal or crystalized silicate, Oreton looked over his database. He keyed another channel in his command room and another welcome voice came over the comm.

***

"Vaathkree?" Captain Arien Yage asked.

"A necessity we cannot rescind, Arien." Oreton answered. "I trust your mission has been proceeding well."

Arien smiled grimly. "I have had my own share of problems, but we have achieved some success. The visit to Vaathkree might be a problem."

"You survived six months in the Unknown Regions all by your self on the Widowmaker, you will find a way to bring the Vaathkree on our side."

"Yes sir, I might just strike a deal with them," she said in the enigmatic way that Oreton himself used. "It will delay my arrival on Ord Mantell for another week."

"I understand."

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Ilos looked out the viewport of the massive Star Destroyer, and smiled as he watched the Reporan warfleet arrayed against his foces slowly manuver. It was the third such attitude change in their forces in as many minutes. He was confounding his enemy quickly by changing his tactics quickly and often. he just hoped that it would be enough to last until re-inforcements arrived. As he watcheed the enemy forces amnuver, he suddenyl saw two massive Savla class warships break away from the main group. He thought about it for a moment, then smiled.

"Contact group three, and order them to jump in to the following coordnites. Tell them to fire at what they see in front of them." he ordered. He waited for a moment, then saw two Victory III class vessels drop in right next to the lone Savla cruisers. Ilos grinned evily as the two warships opened up with their weapons, and tore the Savlas apart with thier salvos of missiles and turbolaser blasts. But he knew that trick wouldnt work again. He sighed, then saw something that intrigued him.

The enemy formation was suddenly changing shape, but much more quickly then he had seen them switch before. The enemy commander was trying to match his tactics, perhaps?

"Order all ships to hold for now. Lets see what they are up to. Order group two back to the main force. they did their job." he said, and he turned his attention back to the front lines of both fleets, whcih were exchanging blows heavily. He watched as a pair Ravagers exploded from teh concentrated fire of a group of Reporan vessels. He fronwed, wondering if he should order fresh vessels to the front for now. He didnt want to lose ships to pure exhaustion.

Suddenly, the bridge of his vessel rocked, and ilos fell to the floor. As he began to stand back up, he saw the squadron of Reporan fighters that had somehow gotten into the thick of his warfleet, and had hit his flagship with plasma bombs.

"Admiral! We have lost our forward shields, and starbord guns are all offline! We have hullbreaches all over the place!" on of his officers yelled, and Hirotek cursed.

"Bring fighter groups two and three to engage those starfighters. And order the Solarflare to move in to protect our flank." he ordered, btu then he saw that it was to late. He watched out the viewscreen as the Reporan starfighters moved up along his inactive starboard side, preparing for a run at the bridge. he sighed as they neared the command tower, and sat bck down in his seat. The viewport suddenyl went dark, and General Ioor suddenyl appeared instead of a rolling space battle.

"Well fought Ilos, you did fairly well that time. You would have won too. I couldnt even get your lines to budge, let alone break." Ioor said, and Ilso nodded.

"Very true. I just dont understand where those starfighters came from." he said, and Ioor laughed.

"Those? They came from right behind your vessel. they launched from a cloaked warship." ioor said, and Ilos nodded. A dirty, yet effective tactic. One he would have to remember.

"Well played Ioor. And I must say, these simulators are quite impressive." He said, and Ioor nodded.

"Yes, I like them also. They use some of the most advaced AI brains that we have available to design these. You should try out the Endor simulation. I cant win as either side in that battle." he said, and Ilos smiled.

"I will have to do that. But for now, lets go see how far along Sabre squadron is, shall we?" he asked, and Ioor nodded.

"Yes. They should be done soon. And Knight squadron should be finishing up the first set of trials to see how well they adjust to their new starfighters." Ioor stated, and Ilos nodded. The screen went blank, and Ilos stood. He wanted to be leaving this world soon. He hated sitting around, not knowing what was uoccoring in the war. he turned, and exited the simulator with the rest of the bridge crew.

But for now, there was work to be done here.

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Darth Fury hissed as the rockets rained upon his men. It was a mere annoyance, he assured himself. His column as a whole was unaffected. They needed to keep moving, or they would be destroyed. But they would not be too quick...
Upon seeing the UDA forces' strike, the Saylars' returned fire. The Raporan artillery has been waiting for the right moment to strike. Their attacks would force the UDA artillery to concentrate on them, or to risk destruction. The rest was up to Fury's main assault force...
"I need to speak with Avarice." Fury said to no one in particular.
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The Raporan convoy exploded into chaos. The betrayal of the Vagaari wasn't a terrible menace to the Raporan ships, but it was a distraction. It would keep their eye for the moment. Evahe glanced back at the holographic image of General Fel as the man began to speak.
"Admiral Evahe, have your fleet form a wall in front of our forces. Your GFFA ships can protect us as we run sorties against specific Raporan ships. The Rapora will doubtelessly have reinforcements on the way, so we must be swift and be careful to avoid getting too caught up in the conflict."
Evahe complied. "Good idea, General. It'll only take us a moment to organize."
So it was. The well trained Fourth Fleet easily complied and reorganized. The Rapora were still busied with the chaos the Vagaari had caused, and could not react in time. The UDA forces were just as swift. The plan came to fruition quickly. Meanwhile, the Rapora had finally organized and were preparing to engage the GFFA defensive wall.
"Get the Gorathian interception frigates behind our fighters and have them prepared to meet the Raporan fighters. We cannot risk plasma bombs being launched within our formation." Indeed, they could not. If the line broke up internally, the massive Vareme would have a field day. A drop of sweat fell from Evahe's head as he watched the Rapora manuver.
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Commodore Athien smiled as the GFFA formation opened up to create fire lanes for the UDA, "Alright, our first target is that Vareme, Task Force Alpha, form line asterm full power to forward weapons and shields."

The UDA force formed up into a ragged line, ragged due to the continuous maneuvering of the ships to ensure the spread of plasma fire across the ship shields instead of at one point. Biting her lip Commodore Athien glanced at her display, "Chiss Rose, Warrior of Rightousness, and Thunder of Thrawn spear point formation, take point!"

With a flash a formation of three Freedom Sword ships rocketed through the fire lane and dove down onto the Vareme's dorsal surfaces, their weapons firing a steady stream of shots. The Vareme's shields began to falter and small holes appeared in the shield's screen allowing a few turbolaser blasts to sneak through the defenses.

The Vareme returned fire, blasting heavy plasma rounds at the smallest of UDA starships. One shot caught a Freedom Sword in the engine compartment severing it in half. The other two broke away toward the GFFA fleet engaging their phased cloak and over a dozen shots passed straight through the vessels.

Athien smiled as she studied the damage done to the Vareme, "Very well, instruct the Thunder of Thrawn to abandon ship, we'll pick them up."

The holographic image of General Fel appeared before Athien, "Commodore, we're reading for a pass on the Vareme's Stardboard, would you care to take its port?"

"Thats just what I was planing General, helm attack vector, guns fire on my mark, I want a full plasma torpedo spread ready."

The UDA force under Commodore Athien shot through the firelane as the force under General fell did the same some fifty kilometers to port. They both broke toward the Vareme and opened fire. The brilliant display of plasma, chiss, and turbolaser fire flashing between the ships was blinding as the two squadrons converged on their foe.

Commodore Athien smiled as the Vareme grew larger and larger in her view, "All ships prepare torpedoes to fire on my mark...mark!" The entire squadron fired a full volley of torpedos as the Vareme loosed its full fury. One volley of plasma rounds blew apart a Freedom of Thought class cruiser, while another volley disabled the engines of a Freedom Sword class amongst Fel's force. The Rapora then opened fire on the torpedoes with their antistarfighter lasers and caught several before the inevitable impacts. One both sides of the ship the torpedoes pummeled the shields ripping them away, over a hundred smashed into the ship's hull yet it remained intact as the UDA fleets performed a perfect criss cross maneuver over the ship's dorsal surfaces.

But one ship, the damaged Freedom Sword class cruiser from Fel's fleet, the Iron Will of the Free, couldn't break its course and collided with the Vareme, dead center. The Freedom Sword detonated from the impact and ripped into the hull of the Vareme disabling its power generators and killing a third of the crew. Without the power generators the ship was dead, an occupied hulk in space.

* * *

Brigadier General looked skyward as the glowing blue tracer of a Salyar artillery shell shot upward followed by three more. Smiling the General lowered his electrobinoculars, "Excellent, you got their positions?"

The sensor operator nodded, "Nice of them to show us, good thing our artillery units moved, transmitting to Tigre Squadron."

Suddenly from above the clouds a squadron of Clawcraft equipped with rocket pods dropped toward the Salyar artillery battery and opened fire.

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IC: Seryk pressed the firing button, and watched as his laser cannons ripped inot the Reporan starfighter. it exploded, and Seryk sighed in relief. That one had snuck up on him, and he almost hadnt gotten away. He checked his sensors, and saw that the Mandalorains were still winning this fight, but just barely. The fire coming fom the ground forces was helping, but not by much. But thats not what bothered him the most. What bothered him was the mandalorian cruiser, which was heading for a hard landing on the planets surface. He could see the damage to the outer hull that the plasma bombs had created, and could also tell that the ship would never leave the atmosphere again. Not without massive overhauls.

"Seryk, watch your back!" came a voice over the comm, and Seryk juked his fighter hard to starboard, just in time to see a series of plasma shots rip though where his starfighter had been moments before. He cursed, and sent his starfighter into a hard dive, hoping to dissuade his tail from following. He rocked as a blast hit his sheilds, and he began to bring his starfighter back up, realising that the reporan fighter had followed him.

As he did, he saw a mandalorian fighter flying towards him. He smiled, and shot his fighter right towards the oncoming ship. He waited for a moment, and then juked to to starboard. The other starfighter, realising what he was planning, swerved to port, and raked into the oncoming starfighter with its laser cannons. He ship roked as the shockave from the explosion hit his sheilds, but he knew he was safe for now.

"Fett, what are we going to do about the Wolfsbane?" he asked, and he heard Fett sigh over the comm.

"Nothng we can do about it. We will protect it from starfighters for now, and then we have to start moving south. Sensors picked up GFFA troops that direction. The crew will have to get the backup reactors running, and then launch the ship again. Then we can use it is a weapons platform." he said, and Seryk nodded.

"And if they cant get the reacotrs rnning?" he asked, and Fett waited for a moment to answer.

"They will fight to the death to defend it fromt eh Repora. And if it seems they are going to fail, they will detonate main reactor. Either way, they die like Mandalorians." he said, and Seryk nodded. He was beginning to se how far mandalorains took their lifestyle now. They would sooner die then be captured, or to have their vessels get captured.

"Come on Seryk, back to the battle. We have to finish these fools off, then start moving. We dont have much time." Fett said, and seryk sighed. he turned his starfighter around, and flew back into the dogfight, lasers blazing away. He just hoped that he lived to get off this planet. The Repora had much to answer for, far more than could be dealt with here alone.

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Rivers, Oreton considered, had been a decisive strategical element in ancient times. With one rival on one side and another on the opposite, bridges and other crossing point had become of pivotal importance during battle. Hovertanks and hovertransports now made bridges and crossing points useless. In modern warfare were no longer an obstacle, rather they were an annoyance.

The base at River Emante had been edificated during the Clone Wars, the broad empty grassland had been the landing site for Acclamator Destroyers, the fortress had been the base of the Republic. An overly defensive General, a Jedi whose name was lost from history books, built a defensive fortress. Build atop a hill that slightly altered the river's path, the fortress rose over the grassland. The hills slop had been reinforced with heavy armament and shielding. The fortress seemed inpenetrable, strong enough to turtle inside for days and weeks. Something, Oreton decided, that probably would not fit General Solo's command style. So, when the angered voice of Han Solo came out of the sound console Oreton had to suppress a knowing smile.

"General, I trust that my call is not inopportune."

Not inopportune?
Han grimaced, "Not at all. Just polishing some tactics. And how's everything whereever you are?"

Oreton ignored the sarcastic remark. "I am sending a special trooper regiment down to River Base."

"We are pretty far from the Imperial Bases, and after the Rapora cut through the jungle lands I did not expect you to have units in the neighboorhood. We can hold out on our own, I don't think we'll need reinforcements. This won't be the decisive battlefield."

"One must be prepared for everything, Solo. Some of the Rapora movements have been intriguing."

"The lost heavies, you mean?" Han asked, somewhat annoyed of his dialogue with an amateur Thrawn. Scouts had picked up that the heavier machinery had been left near the mountain area, only the ground troops were advancind. Solo suspected that the heavies would be air-dropped once in the battlefield.

"No," Oreton answered to Solo's suprise. "The advance of the ground troops has not been steady, giving time to their parallel advances in the jungle lands, and the creatures attacks on communication stations in the open. But sometimes all three forces have slowed down purposefully. There is, General another unaccounted Rapora group."

"There has been no notice of such an engagement," Solo snapped back.

"There are some unpopulated areas, that neither the Empire nor the Galactic Alliance have been watching. But it is interesting to note that the fourth groups advance is very slow. Slower than the Firewalkers."

"Something heavier?"

"Or we have some unexpected allies," Oreton complemented. His tone more matching to a shrug than to certainty.

"Where do yo expect them from coming?" Solo asked. "From the ocean?"

Less than thousand kilometers to the East the River Emante flowed into the worlds largest ocean. It was one unexpected direction, and the Alliance had several scout posts and facilities near the shoreline and along the river."

"Or from the North," Oreton said. "For certain the jungle troopers are coming from the south and might join the Rapora and Firewalkers that followed you through the Letnaman mountain range in the Southwest. Along the course of the river to the Northwest is rather secure GFFA territory. The deserted North is an unknown value."

"When is your regiment going to arrive?" Han asked in a deadly-serious tone. Oreton was smart and had his own information assets, the fourth groups existence could not be disclosed. If the Imperials joined he could have some scouts and troopers watch for a possible arrival route and have some warning.

"I just ordered him to depart, they will be taking the slow route. They might arrive just before the Rapora."

"Thank you, Grand Admiral. If you excuse me, I have some duties to attend." Han said and closed off the transmission. He secured the comlink in his his belt and patted it lightly with his hand. Mentally he did something that he had never done before. He thanked the Empire.

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After hearing (and feeling) the latest threat, Fury reached out using the Force. He smiled as he felt the power of the Dark Side engulf him. With it, he gave a mental touch to the nearest Raporan pilot. The pilot acknowledged it and began to respond. It was too late for the Saylar batteries, but the UDA fighters would not cause any more damage. Not to mention a few plasma bombs could achevie the goal of the lost Saylars....
He halted and relayed the order to the rest of his troop using the Force. He considered for a moment. They were basically out in the open and were vulnerable to any UDA artillery that remained. On the other hand, the Kar Asps' plasma bombs could be nessacary to punch a hole through the UDA line. He could not be cautious now...
He would move his force foward, but perhaps a bit slower...
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With the Vareme basically disabled, the Raporan fleet was a bit less menacing. The UDA strikes were effective, but they were a slow process. Raporan reinforcements would arrive sooner or later and Evahe was interested in inflicting the most damage as possible.
"General Fel? Shall I move my fleet to pressure the Rapora? We can retain our wall-like shape will merely moving closer." Evahe said will turning toward the hologram.
The UDA General nodded. "Don't get overconfident. The Rapora are still very dangerous. Do not lose the formation or they'll be able to break through and likely even the odds."
After a few quick orders, Evahe had the GFFA fleet advancing upon the Rapora fast. Once within range, they stopped and maintained the "wall" formation. As the two forces engaged, the UDA continued their strikes. A Kar Lur was disabled by one, the next destroyed a Vaka. The Raporan fighters were distracted by the GFFA forces, as were most Defras and Salvas. The UDA merely had to manuver their way in and out...
If the Raporan reinforcements did not arrive soon, they were doomed.


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OOC: The Aklasp forces are strung out, the fighters are about to arrive. Hmmm... the UDA - Rapora engagement, well... lets see what you make of UDA air defense equipment.

IC: Brigadier General Valinkor watched as a squadron of Raporan Kar Asp fighters dropped out of the clouds to pounce on Tigre squadron. He smiled coldly and turned to his communications officer, "Order Tigre to fall back, terrain following pattern past our position. Inform Colonel Aldar that he is clear to engage the Raporan fighters."

The Chiss clawcraft broke off from their strafing runs as the first plasma bolts flashed among them. They sped as quickly as they could, skimming the surface as the Raporan fighters kept after them. Then suddenly a half dozen missiles shot upward from the concealed AD-UD batteries in the woods behind the ridge. Within seconds the missiles turned downward and split open flinging out six seperate warheads, each one targeted on a raporan fighter. None of the squadron could escape with thee warheads equivalent to proton torpedo in power and a CM-9 in speed and maneuverability on their tail.

Still smiling the Brigadier General raised his electrobinoculars, "Have our artillery redeployed?"

"Yes sir," The comm officer responded.

"Then tell them to fire with everything they've got."

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Commodore Athien worriedly glanced at her monitors as a squadron of unknown fighters continued to approach. She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "Jaspre and Rubra squadrons, intercept those ships, hold them back as long as possible, destroy as many as you can."

Then Athien turned her attention back to the battle at her front, there everything seemed to be going well.

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Seryks' Starfighter shook as he landed it in the midst of the ammassed mandalorain ground forces. he had taken several major hits int he dogfight, btu had lasted long enough to see the final Reporan starfighter explode, which was all that mattered. he could see Fett walking towards hm as a steady pace. Seryk jumped down from his starfighter, and nodded.

"The repora seem to have sent a small force to intercept us. We need to get moving, and try to out-flank them. I dont feel like taking them head on just yet." Fett said, and Seryk nodded. He then looked around to inspect the Mandalorain war equipment. He could see massive artillary peices, ground skimmers, hover-tanks, anti-air mobile turrets, and strange looking walkers. He motioned to the walkers, and spoke.

"What are those? They look like walkers, but they are pretty small." he said, and Fett nodded.

"They are small. One warrior to a walker. They are Mandalorain battle mechs. They wre designed to fend off ground troops, and light ground equipment. Its amazing what a mandalorain can do with a few laser cannons strapped to his arms." he said, and Seryk chuckled. From what he saw, mandalorians only needed a few blasters to be effective. Giving them laser cannons seemed almost like overkill.

"How long of a march do we have until we reach whomever is in charge?" he asked, and Fett thought for a moment.

"At most, no more than half a day. And thats with bad terrain, and those Reporans causing problems. Which I dont think they will." he said, and Seryk nodded.

"How can you be so sure?" he asked, and Fett looked back at him, and put his helmet onto his head.

"Seryk, the mandalorains used military forces smaller then this to give entire old republic planetary armies a headache. And that was with lesser technology. With what we have here, I think we will be fine." Fett said, and Seryk sighed. He could only hope he Fett was correct on that assumption.

Seryk walked over to one of the dozens of hovertanks, and climbed onto it, along with a dozen other soldiers. In this army, he looked like just another mandalorian, save for the lightsavber hooked to his belt. Suddenly, the hovertank rose off the ground, and began to move. Alomst at once, the entire ground force began to move southward.

For the first time in centuries, a mandalorian army marched to do battle. For the first time in history, it was not to conquer a planet, but to save it. Seryk just hoped that it would not be the last time he saw it happen.

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Jacen Solo lead Shren through the corridors of the GFFA Intelligence Headquarters to the landing pad where the shuttle that would take them to the Star Destroyer Prometheus waited. With a hiss the doors slid open and Jacen lead her into the vessel. As he did his thoughts turned to Ord Mantell and his mission once this one was complete.

* * *

With a flash the Corellian Action IV Transport dropped out of hyperspace above the world of Ord Mantell. The moment it dropped into the system the Jedi onboard went to work projecting the illusion of nothing and hoping the Rapora wouldn't catch on.

Kyp Durron hunched over the controls, his brow furrowed in concentration as he reached out with the force to make sense of the chaos bellow him. He heard the hatch behind him slide open as Kyle Katarn slipped into the cockpit, "So how many ships?"

Zekk turned away from the display frowning, "Over a hundred, most of them are Rapora but there are a couple Vagaari and a few unknown types."

Leia glanced up at the holographic display, "Lets hope most of them don't catch on."

Lowbacca growled agreement as the Corellian Action IV slid through the enemy formation and toward the planet. As the atmosphere of the world began to surround the ship Corran Horn keyed his comm, "Well Kyp, that seemed pretty easy."

Leia suddenly jerked forward, "Maybe not as easy as you thought, we've got a squadron breaking to engage us."

Kyp grit his teeth, "Alright I'm heading for Han's Headquarters, hopefully someone around there will get some cover up to us, this could get nasty."

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Ilos smiled as he watched the new starfighters set down on the loor of the massive hanger. In front of him, the squadron of pilots that would be flying them stood in awe of their new fighters. Ilos had guessed that they had never seen anything like them before. Indeed, quantum armor was a rare sight anywhere in the galaxy. And to see a starfighter squadron made up of it was something most squadrons could only dream of. But his squadron was getting one. And hopefully, it would turn out to be a wise use of valuable resources.

"Well, these are your new starfighters. They will be painted standard GFFA colors to hide their true nature. But that will only last until you actually engage the enemy ships. Then, they will figure it out." He said, and Col Eldrik nodded.

"Well, those few moments of surprie will be all we need to devestate any enemy fighter squadrons that we face. At the beginning of the battle at the very least." he said, and Ilos nodded.

"Yes, thats when your skills as pilots comes into play. I wanted a vertern squadron for this assignment, because a rookie squadron would just get cocky in these fighters." he said, as the last of the starfighters landed. They all walked up to the starfighters as a group, and a female Chiss motioned to the elongated cockpits.

"Admiral, why are the cockpits longer? They are far to long ofr just one person." she sai,d and Ilso faught hard to remember her name. The long Chiss names had always caused him problems. He decided to just call her by her rank for now, to ease his mind.

"Well, captain, the cockpits are longer for all of your co-pilots. If they could be called that." Ilos said, and Col. Eldrik looked over to him, an odd smile on his face.

"Co-pilots? Of what kind?" he asked, and Hirotek raised his hand.

"You will see once they arrive. Until then, pick out your fighters, and take them for a test flight. Get used to the real thing. We will be departing within the week." he said, and Col. Eldrik nodded. Ilos watched as the pilots all chose their new starfighters, and stood there long enough to see them lauch themselves back into the atmosphere of the planet. He then turned, and began to walk back to his quarters. he had been studying several of the projects that were being conducted here, and one of them had intrigued him immensly. Project Zsinjs' Shadow still needed some work, but it seemed to have promise. But only time would tell.

OOC: Ill let someone else figure ut what the project is. Zsinj was crazy enough to have some crackpot project running that would be of use now.

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IC: Han Solo looked up as the sensor operator ran into his quarters, "General!"

"Yeah, what is it?" Han answered groggily standing.

"Kyp Durron is on his way here, with Raporan fighters in tow!"

Han was instantly awake, the grogginess forgotten, "Scramble Spear and Polearm squadrons have them escort them in." He started toward the door, "Was there anything else?"

"The UDA forces have withdrawn to a mile of our position and are digging in, also remaining Imperial forces have begun to arrive."

"Good," Han answered smiling, perhaps soon they'd be able to get off this rock.

* * *

Fifteen kilometers to the north of the base an Army slowly awoke beneath the trees and prepared for its last few kilometers of movement. Their dull grey and green vehicles thrumbing to life as squads of infantry in their battle suits clambered onboard transports. Within moments the entire Mandalorian army was moving.

Boba Fett watched them move out, "It is quite an impressive sight, one I'd never thought I'd see."

Seryk stepped around the command track with a Raporan Plasma Carbine in his hands, "Lets go meet our hosts."

Boba snickered softly within his helmet, "Which ones, the old enemies or the new?"

* * *

Kyp Durron maneuvered his bulking transport as best he could in atmosphere. Suddenly a storm of X-wings flashed by their lasers blazing at the Raporan fighters. Kyp smiled, "Good, that should help us."

Leia Organa Solo glanced at the displays, "We're clear, the Raporan fighters have moved to head for space."

Kyp glanced down at his monitors and whistled softly, "Looks like we arrived just in time."

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Seryk smiled as the army moved swiftly through the forests. Over the comm link in hishelmet, he could hear some of the troops talking about low flying scout vessels from teh GFFA forces. He wondered what they made of the army, and if they though it was an enemy force. He severly hoped that the GFFA wouldnt attack them, for that would stick them between tow massive forces. And while he was confident in the mandalorian army, he wasnt that confident. But he trusted that Fett knew what he was doing.

Serykl checked the sensors on the hovertank he was riding, and saw that they were just a few Kilometers away from the GFFA base now. And by the looks of it, there was a lot of comm traffic bouncing around. Preparing for an upcoming engagement, perhaps? But at the moemnt, it didnt matter. All that mettered was getting to the GFFA without getting shot at. Which might or might not be a daunting task.

"All forces, hold your positions. Feild officers, form up around me" Fett said over the general comm, and Seryk rocketd off to the command vehicles. He had been given a temporary promotion to cover for the loss of a high ranking officer when the Wolfsbane had crashed. Most of the mandalorians still didnt trust him, but they knew not to question Fetts orders. Seryk landed near Fett, as did close to a dozen other armor clad warriors.

"Alright, we are close enough to their base that they have to know we are here. And judging by how many flyovers there have been, they are gauging the strenght of our forces." he said, and one of the officers nodded.

"Very true. But are they gauging our forces so that they can attack us, or so that they can defend if we attack?" he asked, and some of the other officers alos voices their concerns over the matter. It seemed none of them really wanted to be caught inbetween the people they were trying to save, and the people they were trying to kill.

"I have been thinking about that. The only thing we can really do is establish contact with them. But they wont answer hails on open frequencies. And we havent managed to crack their code yet. So all we can do really is go up and talk to them." Fett said, and Seryk nodded in agreement. Some of the other officers aggreed also, btu others were more skeptical.

"How do you know they wont take whoever goes to them as a prisoner of war? They cant know for sure that we are on their side." she said, and Fett nodded.

"I know. We will have to send someone they know is on their side. Someone they can trust." he said, and he looked over to Seryk. Seryk stared blankly back for a moment, before realizing what he was implying.

"Me? What makes tyou think they will trust me?" he asked, disbelief in his voice. He didnt like the prospect of being the one to talk to the leader of the GFFA forces.

"Beacuse of that lightsaber at your belt, for one." Fett said, and Seryk nodded slowly. he may not be a jedi, but he had met a few of them during his breif stint on Denon. And it was possible that some of them were here.

"That, and you have had more experiance than any of us with the rest of the galaxy, except for Fett. And we cant afford to risk him." one of the other officers said, and Seryk sighed. he knew they wre right on both accounts. But that didnt make him any more willing to do it. But it wasnt like he really had a choice in the matter.

"Alright, ill go. What do you want me to say to them?" he asked, and Fett Shrugged.

"i dont know. Im sure you think of something. You think quickly when there are guns pointed at you." Fett said, and the rest of the officers chuckled. Seryk didnt see anything funny it that staement, but he laughed anyways. he had to at least try to keep his spirits up. And with the way things were looking, he would need all the good spirits he could get.

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"Well, they arent Reporan. Thats for sure. The thermal scans are all wrong." Han said, looking carefully at the screens in front of him. he and several of his command staff had been staring at the screen for several minutes now. The large force had stopped a few kilometers shrt of the main base, just outside the outer defence rings. But not knwing who they were bothered him. Especialy since they were right on his doorstep.

"Imperials, perhaps?" Ulan asked, but han shook his head.

"no, they would have contactd us by now on the correct frequencies. These guys are dead silent." he said, and he then looked up at Ulan.

"You feel anything through the force about them?" he asked, and Ulan closed his eyes for a mement, then shook his head.

"No, their minds are closed very tightly to the force. Wether it is a biological action, or strict mental conditioning, I cannot say. But I can say one thing. They are agressive, but not necessarily towards us. I think it may be a general agressiveness." he said, and Han nodded.

"Great, so we dont know anything that we didnt know before. What did we get with the flybyes?" he asked, and his sensor operator shrugged.

"Not much. We know there are a lot of troops, and a decent amount of what we think are peices of heavy equipment. Or at least we think its heavy equipment. We arent sure." he said, and Han selcted this time to let loose with a very old, very powerfull corellian curse. One he usually reserves for politicians and other authority figures.

"Great. So we dont know who they are, what their equipment is like, whos side they are on, and what their intentions are. What do we know?" he asked, and Ulan shrugged.

"We know that they are there." he said, and Han sighed. This was not looking like it was going to be his day.

"Sir, scanners are picking up a single object heading our way from the unknown force. Spped is consistant was either a slow rocket, or a military style jetpack." his sensor officer said, and han looked up. If it was a rocket, it would be a waste of effort to worry about it, the bases sheilds would handle it. But if it was a jetpack, that would mean they want to talk to him finally.

"Alright, Ill go topside and figure out what we are dealing with. The rest of you, continue on with the battle preperations. I want something for every contingeny possible. I even want a plan for Rancors to be attacking, got it?" he said, and his command staff chuckled at his last comment. They knew he wasnt serious with that last comment, but that he was tryign to ighten up what was quickly becomeing a very dark mood.

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In retrospect Han thought as he watched the figure drop down to the ground before him, maybe he hadn't been so far off the mark. The man, if it was a man wore the classic armor of a mandalorian warrior, but it was clearly an older suit and style then those he'd seen fighting alongside Fett during the war with the Vong. If that weren't enough he wore a lightsaber on his belt, a combination that could mean only two things Han thought. A force using Mandalorian, or a Jedi hunter with his trophy, neither of them was good in his opinion.

The slightly familiar buzz of the helmets speaker echoed as the man talked, "General Solo I greet you on behaf of the Mandalorian Empire." The man's helmet glanced up as he straightened slightly, "Fett sends his greetings."

Han felt a slight smile slide across his lips, "Really, well it's been awhile since I saw the old man." Han's mind raced as he processed this newest seed of information, "So the Mandalorians aren't extinct after all." He glanced up at the man, "Who are you then, I mean you personally?"

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The three flights of Chiss clawcraft broke from the taskforce, their blue stripped wings glinting in the distant sun. Between each pair of claws a boxy missile launcher sat. In the cockpits a dozen pilots were hunched over their controls as their comrades battled the Rapora behind them.

Their leader was a human named Johann Vela. He scratched his cheek as he watched his sensor display, "So what are these things? Two, are you reading what I'm getting?"

"Roger that, they're registering as having a internal temperature of 600 Kalvin," The calm stern voice of his chiss wingman answered.

Johann nodded, "Alright switch to missiles open fire at maximum range, I don't want those things getting any closer."

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