Bacredi's X-Wing dove down into the Tarisien Skyline, a small lane of traffic was visible. Zhar counted 700, maybe 800 Towers. All part of the once great Tarisien Planet.

"800-400 this is Tutola 89 do you respond over?" Bacredi stopepd his X-Wing suddenly and then moved into a full on nose dive for the city.

"Tutola 89 this is 800-400 you have the docking codes?"

"Codes are Echo-Beta-6800." Bacredi then moved in to hover above the landing pad that he was going to soon land in.

"Copy that Tutola 89 this is 800-400 you have permission to land."

"Copy that," Bacredi then dove his X-Wing down. Landing it firmly on the silver landing pad.

The gleaming silver landing pad was a circular, multi layered pad that was positioned on top of the 400 Broadway. The building that Zhar had just purchased a apartment in.

"400 Broadway this is Bacredi, is my apartment ready?" Bacredi held his flight COM to his face as he got out of the X-Wing, along with R5.

"Copy that Mr. Zhar L. Bacredi. Your suite is ready, all your belongings have arrived aboard freighter Sinco owned by BSC." the female of some species stopped.

"Thanks, I will be right down." Bacredi moved over to the turbolift. R5 on his tail, hitting the down button and he also clicked floor 112. Getting off on the silver floor he checked his map. It was a circular rotunda, 50 Rooms. Bacredi's was the most private, moving down the hallway Bacredi ran into a few service Astromechs, all of the R4 or R2 model.

"Halt!" A Coruscanti accent filled the rotunda now.

"Yes." Bacredi said, raising both his arms.

"I have never seen the likes of you! Whats your name chap?" It was a man, tall probaly 6 foot 5, jet black hair.

"Zhar J. Bacredi. I just moved in here." Bacredi said to the man.

"Well then, great to see you!" The man said. "My name is Verp by the way, Noru Verp."

"Good to meet you Verp. But I have to head off, I will catch you around some time." Bacredi spun off, R5 still on his tail they met room "50". Pressing his hand against the finger pad it automaticly opened.

"Good day sir!" Teecee flung his mechanical arms up. "Your speeder has arrived like requested!"
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Bacredi moved his T-471 Airspeeder down a notch. Yes, it was a jet black civillian speeder. But Zhar had modified it with twin laser cannons that were concealed under the wings. Making it look harmless.

Passing over a few cantinas Bacredi didn't like the looks of he finally found one. Touching his speeder down on a pad he got out. Blaster still holstered to his belt he walked down to the entrance. Pazaak Deck in hand.

Bacredi looked at the guard, then turned and entered the bar. Moving three paces into the bar he smelled the wiff of lung blasters and cigars.

"Would you like to play?" Bacredi questioned a young woman, probaly his age of 30.

"Sure thing," the woman sat down. She was obviously looking at his small scar that was covering his left eye, he had been trying to get rid of it for years.

"Dealer!" Bacredi motioned for a droid to come over to the blue table.

"How may I assist you?" The automated droid asked.

"May I have a glass of Tarisien Ale... and for you?" Bacredi asked the female.

"May I have the same, make it a double." The woman said, her blonde hair swaying as she did.

"Yes." The droid went off, coming back about a minute later with the drinks and then it began to deal. "Place decks."

Both Bacredi and the female placed their decks in his hands.

"Place bets." the droid said.

"Wager?" Bacredi asked the female. "And you're name?"

"Sonna. And 300 Credits sound good?" She said, moving three hundred credits into the droids hands.

"Sure." Bacredi grabbed a chip of credits and handed it to the droid.

"Dealing now." Bacredi got a 10, unlucky, Sonna got a 4. "Stand?"

"No Stand," Bacredi said.

"No Stand." Sonna said.

"Dealing." Bacredi got a 9, then placing his +1 Card he got a solid twenty. Lucky for him that he could do it in three cards. Sonna got a 9 as well. "Stand?"

"Stand!" Bacredi said.

"No." Sonna said, "Deal."

"Yes." The droid gave Sonna a unlucky 10. Putting her over, she could'nt match Bacredi no matter what the cards. "Mr. Z Bacredi wins."

"Again?" Zhar said, grabbing his Tarisien Ale from the table. Taking a long swig from it, now grabbing a cigar out of his pocket he placed one near Sonna, and one near him.

"I am suprised you are not playing Nar Shadda rules Mr. Bacredi." Sonna said, accepting the cigar and lighting it.

"I only do that in private. Again?" Bacredi asked her again, moving his cigar into his mouth.

"Yes, wager?" Sonna said. Dowing half her Ale.

"500 Credits!" Bacredi said, placing his credit chip on the droids table.

"Sure," Sonna said, moving her chip to the droid.

"Dealing." Bacredi got a 9, Sonna got a 6. Both seemed unhappy about this. And Bacredi took another swig from his drink. Sonna just puffed more cigar smoke.

"End turn." Bacredi said, smiling.

"End as well." Sonna said.

"Dealing." Bacredi got a 6 now, adding it to 15. Sonna got a 8 adding hers to 12.

"End."

"End."

"Dealing," Bacredi got a miracoulous 5. Setting him at twenty, Sonna got a 4, and then a 10 putting her over the edge once again.

"Mr. Z Bacredi wins." The droid said, handing Bacreid another credit chip.

"Ah, well I think I take my leave. My Captain wont want me out late." Sonna got up.

"Captain?"

"New Republic, what job status are you?"

"Umm... I am visiting from Coruscant."

"Ah, interesting. Well my ship the Hydra is going to leave port soon. See you around."

Sonna got up and left, opening his datapad Bacredi typed in the Hydra. Information immdiately popped up, a Corvette, CR90 for that matter. Had two compliment X-Wing groups. And was wanted for the death of countless pilots...

Bacredi spun out of his chair. Out of the cantina and got into his Airspeeder, the night was setting and he flew around the city. Finding a weapons store he landed outside it, and then flew into it.

"How may I-"

"Silenced Blaster, explosives, lots of them." The salesman handed Bacredi two silences pistols and a silenced rifle. And enough Explosives to put a hole in Coruscant.

"Have a nice day!" The man said to Bacredi after he had payed.

Moving out into the airspeeder again, the night had settled. And the Hydra was due to leave. The Airspeeder blended in with everything else and he found the Hydra. It was alone, only a few guards. Bacredi was able to easily land, and then he got out, aimed his Rifle. Four shots went off with out noise, killing two guards.

Moving up into the ship Bacredi found a cargo hold, just by the engines. He a fourth of the Explosives in there. Bacredi then ran around into the lockers and got a New Republic Uniform. Putting it on he walked into the Escape Pod Quarters, putting Explosives in every single one he moved on into the Sleeping Quarters. Planting the rest of the explosives in there he finished, running down the hallway he was met by five guards, exchanging fire with something.

"Damn." One of the guards said as another was killed.

"Hey you! Get the hell over here and help us!" The officer was talking to Bacredi, Bacredi then raised his rifle and ran, ran down into a exterior hatch he opened it. Getting out into the solid ground he ran, as fast as he could. Sprinted to the airspeeder, got in. The Hydra had begun to lift off, the ground shook as it left.

"Wooha!" Bacredi flew away from the Hydra, the detonator in his hand he pressed it. Reaking havoc in space it blew into pieces.

Checking his long range space sensors Bacredi realized that there was 6 CR90 Corvettes in space, along with two Corellian Frigates! And fighters were headed into Taris. None of them hostile, and none of them without weapons. 30 Fighters, against the Tarisien Defense Force, this might turn out bad. But Bacredi's Airspeeder had weapons, and was also stealthy.

"Yomaha this is Tutola 89, please mark your intentions." Bacredi was talking to one of the Corellian Frigates.

"Copy 89, this is Yomaha. New Republic forces attacked Tarisien Skyline with suicide bombers, a CR90 Blockade Runner that you probaly just saw explode. We are in need of fighters down on the surface! Are you a pilot by chance?"

"Copy that. I am a pilot I will get my ship, be right there. Any squadrons down here?"

"Kinrath Squadron!"

"Copy, I will meet up with them."

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10 minutes later R5 was in Bacredi's X-Wing, they set off from the ground and moved to meet Kinrath Squadron.

"Kinrath Squadron this is Bacredi give me a callsign over."

"Copy Bacredi you are Kinrath 13."

"Copy, were are the fighters?" Bacredi locked his S-Foils into attack position. Noticing a fighter being chased by A-Wings he moved to intercept. The A-Wings read as un-friendly, two shots put one down. The other dove off and then got on Bacredi's back.

"Bacredi, this is Kinrath 9 we are heading into your position!" Two Raven Starfighters formed on Bacredi's tail, five shots from each of them put the A-Wing into space.

"This is Yomaha we are in need of direct support in space!"

"Copy that Yomaha, this is Kinrath Leader. Kinrath 7-13 move into space and help out our men."

The "Affirmatives" Came from the pilots, Bacredi formed behind all of the fighters and moved into space. Five Corvettes remained, and two Corellian Frigates did as well.

Bacredi moved his X-Wing down to meet a Y-Wing that was coming his way over the Corellian Frigates, four shots in unison from Bacredi's guns put it down and crashed into the Frigate.

"Pressure steady!" Bacredi said, now aiming for another fighter. A Proton Torpedo seeked it, and then detonated on it. "They are heading for a escape vector!"

Two more Corvettes blew into pieces, the now fleeing Republic moved to a jump point. "All ships this is Yomaha close in on  their bow."

Bacredi dove his X-Wing down into the endless space, moving back up he fired three shots. Disabling one of the Corvettes turrets it was open for attack. Fire from the Tarisiens put it in its place.

"The Senate will decide your fate."

"I am the senate!"

"Not yet!"

"Then its treason."

The aged man that was accusing the other four of treason drew something from his sleeve, a scarlet sword of some type. The other four in the room that wielded the same type of weapon but in different colors braced, green, blue, purple, and scarlet weapons were around the room. While the species were a wide variety Ikotchi, Nautolian, Zabrak, and the two that were the main speakers were Human.

The man with the scarlet blade let out some type of war cry and dove towards the Zabrak. "Ah!..." The Zabrak screamed as he was jabbed in the chest.

"Eh..." The Ikotchi muttered as he was sliced by the man's twist.

Now the Nautolian wielding the green weapon, and the human with the purple weapon were left to duel the scarlet man. Three strikes and the Nautolian was down.

"Ah!"-

Bacredi woke up drenched in sweat, he had had similar dreams before. Dreams of people with the same type of weapons as the ones in his dream. Dreams of those people being murdered by the same looking Stormtroopers he saw today. Bacredi remember his parents telling him about their first child, that had been taken away by people that wielded weapons of laser, Nicanass Tassu was the name the Jedi had given him.

"Good morning sir, did you have a good sleep?" Teecee asked Bacredi, walking over to him with a tray of Ale and his Pain Killers.

"I had a good one TC, thanks." Bacredi got out of his single bed, grabbed the ale and downed it with the Pain Killers. The battle with the New Republic forces in the space battle had weakened him, but he was becoming a fully fledged member in the Tarisien Navy. They would make him the rank of Commander, they were already making more ships in their small shipyards.

"The Tarisien Naval Command would like you to meet with them today. They would like you to wear the same uniform that they gave you!" Teecee yelled in delight.

"Ok, then I will wear them, can you tell R4, and R6 to start working on the power outlets, while I want the other two R5s to work on the lighting."

"Yes sir."

Ten minutes later Bacredi was dressed in his Tarisien Uniform, he had one  insignia on it. "See you later TC."

Bacredi walked out the Apartment. Moved up the Turbolift when he met his Airspeeder, he boarded it and headed straight for the TNC. The Tarisien Naval Command.

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"Gentelman! Today we celebrate our victory in space!" Admiral Uiett said, he was the one at the head of the tabe, two Admirals flanked him, along with other ranks. "And Zhar Bacredi, today we are promoting you the rank of Tarisien Captain. We will need your help to fend of the other New Republic attacks on our great planet!"

"Thank you sir." Bacredi said, bowing down by the table. "I suggest we create more defensive turrets, and also make 10 Squadrons of T-47 Airspeeders."

"Led by who?" One of the Generals punched in.

"And why? They are airspeeders and can not fight in space!" A Captain also punched in.

"The New Republic will most likely try to put troops on the ground around the city. T-47 Attack Airspeeders could fend them off, if we have enough that is." Bacredi punched back.

"What about our Capital Ships? We only have 10, we are pushing in the shipyards for more but..." A Admiral also put in.

"I suggest we make 5 more Corellian Frigates. Along with more Raven-Class Starfighters, we would also need to put up a shield generator around the Tarisien Sky Line."

"One question, who would pilot all these? We do not have enough recruits!" A General put in.

"I suggest we put full speed at a academy. If we could make 1,000 New Pilots by the next New Republic attack we would have a lasting chance." Admiral Uiett said, speaking for the first time in this entire argument.

"I suggest that as well, Generals I suggest you work on the ground troops to repel any invaders, and Admirals the ships." Bacredi said.

"Well then it is settled." Admiral Uiett said. "Bacredi, your new rank is hereby Commander. Commander Bacredi you will help train new squadrons, and also command them."

"Yes, sir!" Bacredi said, saluting. "I am going to look for defence locations in the city, I suggest we place Laser Turrets all around the city though."

"We will take that into though." Uiett said, "But right now is the time we need more recruits. And more ships, we need more credits to supply this. We do have enough in our savings but... We could always pull money out of the Gouinreller Fund."

"Impossible, that has been closed for a millennia." A general protested.

"Still, it holds close to 1 Billion Credits from the Jedi Civil War, we could make 10 more Frigates. I mean!" Uiett said.

"Let the Ruling Council look over this, then we will make a decision." A man Bacredi recognized as Admiral Shoin said.

"Fair enough."

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"Everyone, today the Ruling Council has decided that we open the Gouinreller Fund, along with the Ioko Charit Fund and the Opo Account. This puts our budget close to 3 Billion!" Uiett said.

"Ok then. What ships are we going to make?"

"I suggest Corellian Frigates, CR90 Corvettes, and more Raven Starfighters." Bacredi suggested to the group.

"That sounds good Commander, but what numbers?" Uiett said.

"I suggest 20 Frigates, 30 Corvettes, and 300 Starfighters." Bacredi said.

"Ok, we will put it into motion, Generals make up a proper Defence Grid, I want every hole in this city popped up with Defense Turrets, Evacuation Points. Everything!" Uiett said. "Meeting adjourned."

Bacredi exited the circular council room. Moving over to his airspeeder he met up with Commander Yurt, Bacredi and Yurt were assigned in tasking the Space and Ground Air Defence.

"Good to see you Bacredi, they have already supplied me with a Airspeeder. We both just need gunners." Yurt said.

"I have an old friend of mine." Bacredi said, knowing his old friend, Khan would do it.

"Ok, I will try to find a gunner, right now we need to work on attack patterns. I suggest we used attack patters Delta and Zulu."

"Yeah, thats fine, here let me see your flying skills." Bacrtedi said, motioning Yurt to board his Airspeeder.

"All ships drop out of hyperspace." Admiral Uiett rose on the hologram pedestal, relaying the short message to Bacredi on the bridge.

"Officer, drop us out." Bacredi motioned for the four NAV Officers near the Yellow Galaxy Maps, the Rationale dropped out of hyperspace. A few other ships were already there, the rest of them appeared quickly.

"They are rallying there fighters, Corvettes prepare your turrets. Frigates stay on course towards there Capital Ships." Admiral Shona's hologram figure stood on the same pedestal Uiett had.

"Sir, we got incoming fighters!" A Ensign next to him said, "They appear to be in five squadrons."

"Copy, Ensign ready the exterior defences. Upload shield to one hundred and fifty percent. I want our anti-ballistic missiles ready." Bacredi moved down the bridge, towards the end of it. He looked over Itha V, and the NR Fleet.

"Here they are. Turrets 10 and 9 ready yourselves." The ensign yelled at Bacredi, Bacredi now watched as two hundred fighters move forward to the ships, as the Rationale and the Gently were at the front of the formation they began to get battered.

"Yurt you there?" Bacredi touched his ear COM into him.

"We are here, on our way." Looking up at a viewscreen Bacredi saw Yurt's signal. Blinking three times it showed that he was under fire. "Grey  2, Grey 3 move in."

"Captain-I mean Commander we are getting pretty beat up out here!" A female Lieutenant that was one of the Life Support officers looked frantic.

"Copy, Yurt were the hell are you!"

"Here," Yurt's signal flared twice, meaing he fired twice. "Grey Squadron help out these two fine ships."

A X-Wing darted across the Bridge window, three Raven Starfighters followed it, two hits and the X-Wing flew into the Rationale, fried.

Now Grey Squadron had pulled the fighters away from the two ships. "Red, Yellow Squadrons you have the go!"

Bacredi watched as Yellow and Red Squadrons, made up of quicker, less powerful Raven Starfighters flew out of the fleet array. Now that the New Republic Blockade Runners, single Star Destroyer, and GR Transports were firing at the Tarisien Fleet that needed cover.

"All ships, attack pattern Zeta now!"

The 32 ships broke off in two groups, all of them moving in opposite directions. "This is Shona pull up."

The two groups turned around, all the engines flaring they met the New Republic fleet in range. There were still large gaps dividing them, but that didn't stop the massive range of fire.

"They are moving back to protect their ships."

"Royal its your time." Shona said.

"We got you covered Royal, Yurt move your squadron with the Royal." Bacredi spoke through his ship COM, now his entire bridge was alive.

"...crrsskk..." The ship COM rang, this was a COM throughout the entire ship. "Everyone we have a class two alert, New Republic Boarding Craft are incoming!"

"This is Commander Bacredi, Security Warning 12 Red now! All men move to your security checkpoints!"

"Shit, shit, shit!" A Ensign screamed hitting her COM. "Turrets take out those incoming Boarding Craft!"

"They hit us!" A lieutenant yelled.

"Stang, seal the blast doors." Bacredi said.

"They have overrun Lounge 2A." A Lieutenant Second Class said.

"Prepare to activate shield door generators!" Bacredi ordered the crew.

"Activated."

"They broke through Security Hallway 12AB." The LSC Said.

"Give me there position!" Bacredi said.

"Plus Hallway 9."

"Damn, they are to close to us." Bacredi exclaimed, "Give me a video feed!"

"Copy, here you go."

A video feed popped up out of nowhere. It showed the + Shaped hallway he was in earlier. On one end there were 7 New Republc gunmen, on another there were two Tarisien Military Soldiers hiding behind boxes using there blaster rifles against the New Republic. On the opposite end of the New Republic soldiers was the Tarisien Troops, four of them had there blaster rifles out, while a few Techs used there pistols. On the last end, near Bacredi's quarters one New Republic Soldier fought with a Tarisien Soldier, they both had Vibroblades drawn, the Tarisien had a quarterstaff, while the New Republic had a single one.

The two dueling with Vibroblades began to strike harder and harder. The Tarisien soldier then sliced the New Republic Trooper's head off, but the New Republic Gunmen near him took notice to their friends fall, and shot four times at the TSF Soldier, killing him.

Two grenade flashes went off, killing one of the Soldiers behind the boxes, the other retreated and was genuinly shot down. With the way open to two doors New Republic Gunmen began to flush out, the Tarisien Soldiers had no choice to let them as there was to many of them. Two Techs fell to the ground dead, while the soldiers were still alive and fighting, three of the attackers that was headed the opposite way from Bacredi's quarters flew the other way, a well placed grenade had killed them.

Two more NR Troops headed the same way their friends had died at, this time they got through un harmed. But when they reached the door it opened, revealing two Tarisien Troops, fire blasted both of the startled New Republic Troopers, but not before one of the TSF men died. The survivor of the short skirmish ran down the hallway, meeting the center, he aimed towards the NR Troopers, wounded one with a single blast. But two shots from them killed him.

Now reinforcements from the New Republic had arrived from the same way the Tarisien Troopers had. Eight of them, flushed in. The remaining Techs retreated to the hallway Bacredi's quarters were in, only to find them fighting as well.

The remaining fighters on the TSF side were killed by two Plasma Grenades. The New Republic then headed for the Blast Door that was the bridge.

"Shit," Bacredi screamed turning from the screen. "All non-military personnel evacuate from here now. Captain Uvu, set up a defence."

Captain Uvu, Head of Bridge Security saluted, he moved the ten Military Officers into different places, two in front of the Tech Stations, five behind the NAV Screen for cover, and three by Bacredi.

"We are going critical!" The Lakebled detonated into a million pieces. Bacredi hoped that wouldn't happen to him.

Moving over to the NAV Station that wasn't guarded by a Trooper, Bacredi began to turn the Rationale around, deeper into the formation.

"Sure you want to stay in here skipper?" Uvu asked Bacredi, as Bacredi drew his S-5 pistol.

"Yes."

"Copy, you want a prisoner?" Uvu moved his tall body over to the NAV Systems, he raised his pistol as well.

The blast door began to show a glow, and then it opened, twelve New Republic soldiers were shown.

"Now."

Shots rang from every place on the bridge, the New Republic soldiers were caught by surprised and quickly reacted. One of the ones that was remaining aimed for the Galaxy Map and fired four times, hitting once but also shattering the parts of the map that hadn't already been shattered by blaster fire.

"Flashbang!" A trooper on the Tarisien Military yelled.

One flash and everything went clear, but in a second Bacredi regained his sight, unlike the NR Troops.

"NOW!"

All of the NR Troops hit the ground.

"Skipper, we need to get to a more secure location."

"Wait," Bacredi hit his COM. "Admiral Uiett! Requesting permission to retreat back to Taris and get a dog check sir!"

"Are you kidding! We just need to take down the Star Destroyer... permission granted."

"Time to take us home."

Bacredi paced out of the library, he had found some very disturbing evidence. Partly the fact that the Empire's Sate Prestage had lied about it, no, about ALL of it.

The Jedi, a race of Lightsaber wielding fools attempted to seize the Galactic Empire. We responded in full force.

Bacredi had also looked up his brother, Nicanass Tassu-

Nicanass Tassu Bacredi was executed in his Delta-Class Starfighter when he, and a few rogue troopers attempted to seize Empire Assets, he is presumebly KIA. But currently MIA.
-- Sate Prestage.

Bacredi felt like killing someone at this startling discovery, he felt like hitting every single control in the Airspeeder as he boarded it. Lifting off of the ground Bacredi headed to the Hydra II. Noticing trees, and beautfil gardens, same he had seen before he flew on. He met the hanger bay with delight. Landing in it he got out.

Bacredi raised his COMlink as he got in the Hanger, the white lites shone brightly.

"R3, begin to take us to Dantooine, I have a old, old friend there."

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Bacredi descended to Dantooine in his Y-Wing Bomber. His R2 unit tucked in the Atromech socket, and Bacredi's modifications allowed R4, R5, and R6 to be stowed away in the port in-case the ship needed repairs that R2 could not reach.

The relatively short trip to Dantooine took close to no time, but for Bacredi it felt like forever. The Y-Wing was about to hit atmosphere on this grassy plain, it hit it easily and flew straight through. They could see Khoonda. Bacredi landed close to it, at the house of his last remaining relative, Jan Bacredi.

He landed on top of her Home Starport. He opened the Cockpit, and all 4 Droids in his ship popped out.

"Hello?!" A female, 5 foot nine came forward, she was wearing some strange robes with metal strapped to her chest.

"Jan!" Bacredi said, stretching his arms out.

Suddenly an igniting sound sounded, and his cousin, Jan was wielding a blue Lightsaber.

"What the hell Jan? You ok?"

"In the name of the Jedi Order, you are under arrest!"

"What? Why!?"

"You are an imperial! Aren't you?" Jan said, now raising her saber and putting it back down in a stabbing form.

Bacredi un-holstered his Blaster, set it to stun. Two shots rang, one of he shots she deflected the other she shot back. Running over to his Y-Wing, he grabbed a simple Quarterstaff that was stowed away, in that time Jan had leaped across her landing pad.

"Hiya!" Jan said, attempting to slice Bacredi's Quarterstaff, she failed.

"Why Jan? Why?"

"You are a traitor!" Jan struck again, Bacredi wouldn't last long.

Bacredi found out her tactic, she was going to strike at his ends to destroy him eventually. He aimed his staff upwards she struck, Bacredi swung his Staff around and cut her wrist. Three more and extremely more powerful slashes from Jan, Bacredi stunned her with his blaster that was newly drawn, she hit the floor.

Bacredi leaned down, he took the robe from her, and her tabard. Plus her sword, jumping in the Y-Wing he told everyone to load up. He could use this disguise later.

Back aboard the Hydra II Bacredi left his planet once and for all, headed for Coruscant. He tried on the Tabard, it fit perfectly. Along with the accompanying robe, Bacredi then fingered the sword. It shot out a blue beam, Bacredi found it extremely heavy now that he thought of it.

He swung it over, it was even heavier. In the end he took of the robe, and he placed both the Robe, and the lightsaber in his bags. He kept the tabard on though. He grabbed his quarterstaff, and placed it on his belt.

Bacredi walked to the bridge, he sat down at the all to familiar Captain's Chair, and let himself sleep.

He woke seven hours later, they were sitting on Bacredi's Family Home's Landing Pad. He got out of the ship as soon as possible, 50000 Old Repiblic Block was were the Bacredi Home was, on the opposite landing pad was Bacredi's Delta-7 Class Interceptor, painted green. That was all he had needed.

"Tarisien Fleet 7 we are in need of reinforcements a-s-a-p." Admiral Uiett spoke through the COM.

The 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th Fleets had been losing the battle so far. And the New Republic had launched ground assaults Uila's surface. The 7th Fleet would help out a large amount, they were stationed at Taris, just a minute away. And they had been protecting Taris from any attacks. The 7th fleet was composed mainly of the Acclamator-Class Star Destroyers, and thousands of ARC-170 Starfighters. But the 7th fleet did possess one thing the 1st through 4th fleets didn't-a suprise.

"Copy that Admiral, jumping now."

The 7th Fleet was closer than Bacredi had though, and larger. Their starfighters were already scrambled and heading for the New Republic Star Destroyers.

"Admiral, set one fourth of your craft to the surface. Once on debark for ground assault." Admiral Uiett spoke to Admiral Yil.

"Copy, Admiral."

"The New Republic are more spread out now, all ships. Engage batteries at full power, hit them head on." Admiral Uiett ordered the ships he had under his command.

"Take us over." Bacredi ordered the bridge crew. "All Squadrons, get these ships off our backs."

"This is Squadron 1 Leader standing by." Bacredi checked the viewscreen to realize that he was flying a Preybird-Class Starfighter, along with the rest of his squadron. While the othe 19 Squadrons either flew ARC-170, Y-Wing, Delta-7 Aethisphere, and Raven Starfighters.

"Copy that 1 Leader, keep these fighters off our back." Bacredi watched as the Irrational, followed by 5 other support ships and close to 100 Starfighters flew out of the raging battle. Only to meet head on with a Imperial I-Class Star Destroyer. "Intensify the forward battery, fire."

A giant ray of light flew towards the NR Star Destroyer. Hitting it head on, all the Starfighters engaged as well along with the Support Vessels. The New Republic ship fired back as well.

"We are going over." A pilot said to Bacredi.

"Look out!" A weapons officer screamed as a Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer-That had just dropped out of hyperspace-put itself along the bow of Bacredi's ship.

Bacredi sat in the cockpit of his Delta-7, looking over the New Republic Task Force, led by no other than Wedge Antilles.

-5 Imperial II-Class Star Destroyers
>Hapes
>Duro
>Skywalker
>Carlist Rieekan
>Bright Hope II Flagship - General Wedge Antilles

-4 MC80 Liberty Type Mon Calamari Frigates
>Liberation
>Dantooine
>Yavin IV
>Hapan

-2 Viscount-Class Star Defenders Prototypes
>Dawn Under Heaven
>Blockade

-6 GR-75 Medium Transports
>Beacon
>Hope
>Light
>Past and Sent
>Forward To Hell
>Gallorfree

-2 Tector-Class Star Destroyers
>First and Last
>Kashyyyk

-2 Victory I-Class Star Destroyers
>Explosion
>Greyfin

-14 CR90 Corvettes
>Radiance
>Radiance II
>Organa
>Titanic
>Falcon
>Strikes
>Borelais
>Endor
>Calrissian
>Hoth
>Naboo
>Ric Oliè
>Echo Base
>Acceptance III


This fleet was huge, while the TSF had close to the same amount. But Victory Prototypes! That is crazy!

Dropping out of hyperspace Bacredi was positioned right next to his ship-Demeanor, its striped red hull shone brightly.

"Admiral, I have arrived." Bacredi spoke through his COM.

"Crrsssk.. Copy Captain, our fleet is scrambling now." Admiral Uiett's familiar voice rang through the COM.

"Have all other planets been evacuated?" Bacredi asked, aiming his starfighter towards his ship-Irrational-and then flying straight into its hanger.

"Yes."

-- Irrational's Bridge --

"Fifth Fleet, prepare to jump into hyperspace." Admiral Uiett COMMED all the ships to send 23 Capitol Ships, and 67 Support Craft just outside the Taris Sector.

"This is Admiral Unn, we are sending." Admiral Unn leader of the Fifth Fleet left Taris, and moved to its outskirts.

"Ninth Fleet prepare to jump into hyperspace." Admiral Uiett COMMED all ships again to send 17 Capitol Ships, and 52 Support Craft to the other side of Taris.

"This is Admiral Iott, jumping." Admiral Iott of the Ninth Fleet left Taris' front side.

"All ships of the First, Second, Third, and Fourth Fleets prepare for enemy invaders. Scramble all your fighters, NOW!" Admiral Uiett sounded frantic.

"This is Eight Fleet Admiral Carter, we are picking up ships entering the systems just about-now!"

"Systems ready." Admiral Uiett said. "Here they are."

All of the ships appeared, every single one. At the front of the formation were the Mon Cal Prototypes.

"Open fire." Bacredi ordered his bridge. As the 175 Fighters left his ship. And now his forward batteries shot out at the NR Task Force.

"This is General Wedge Antilles, please surrender or you will have a large loss of life on your hands."

"General, this is Admiral Uiett. NOW!"

The Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, Eight, Ninth, Tenth, and Eleventh Fleets popped up. The NR Fleet was sandwiched.

"Open fire." Admiral Uiett ordered the fleet.

The Demeanor is the last ship to leave the planet. All three of the Consular-Class Cruiser's engines flared, and its escort of five ARC-170 Starfighters flew along side the Consular.

The New Republic Blockade stood firm, and no other Tarisien Ships were in orbit, and the Demeanor had to fly straight into the blockade to make it to the hyperspace jump point. And the Demeanor had laser blasts from the nearby blockade being flung at them by the dozen.

On the bridge of the Demeanor a sudden beeping noise sounded, startling the three occupants. And then a COM sounded.

"We have taken critical hits to the shield generators!" Umsar Venis, head of repair duties said. His speech echoed throughout the bridge.

"Copy Venis-" Jorn said into his COM. "Send out our repair units."

Bacredi sat in the passenger seat, and now a Screen went on, displaying the droid hatch, and the shield generator that was smoking. First out the droid hatch was R6-I9, then R2-F2-both of the droids moved towards the shield generator hatch-they both went on the same side, laser fire was moving past them. And then one nicked R2-F2, he-or she-flew in itty bitty pieces towards Taris. Now three more droids had surfaced-R4-A1, R5-B9, and R5-P1-they all moved over to R6 just as another shot hit the Demeanor, shaking it.

Bacredi zoned out from the screen as the Pilot: Corynn Jorn spoke. "We are losing droids quick!"

R5-P1 flew out and into Taris' Atmosphere.

"We are entering the blockade." Jorn reported to the bridge, as they passed the Kashyyyk and the First and Last, both Tector-Class Star Destroyers, and both at the front of the formation.

The R6 droid moved back into the droid hole, along with one R5 model. They had saved the ship.

"YEEHAAAH!" Jorn screamed as he was avoiding laserfire.

"Sir," Jastrya said. "I am picking up enemy readings, incoming boarding craft. I will tell the ARC-170 Starfighters to keep them off of us!"

"Scramble the security squadrons," Bacredi ordered the pilots. Un-holstering his pistol the two guards, that mimicked the Naboo Royal Security Guards, and Alderaan Guards un-holstered their S-5 heavy Blaster Pistols and walked with Bacredi.

Moving down the hallway, past the NAV Station Bacredi hit the turbolift station just as a Clank sounded-basicly saying They are boarding us.

"Beep... Beep... Beep." The alarm sounded. Then Bacredi's COM joined in. "Captain, this is the bridge. If you can buy as a little more time we will get through this blockade!"

"Copy Jorn, we will." Bacredi exited the turbolift. Moving out towards the main hallway, Bacredi saw the 17 security officers-all wielding S-5 Blaster Pistols-they were all in their selected formations, and 9 of them were near the entrance, 3 near the bridge turbolift, and the other 7 were blocking off the hallway leading to the crew quarters, droid hold, and engine repairs. Bacredi joined the 9, while the two guards with him stayed by the turbolift.

"They are breaking through!" Nilseon said, he was a human and was at the front of the formation.

"Brace!" Brakely said. "Come 'o guys!"

The Come 'o guys had been directed at three security guards that had arrived late, they formed in the middle of everything-all of them held a DC-15S Blaster Rifle, and they had DC-15As slung on their backs.

The door flew open in a giant, smoky rush.

"Open fire!" Brakely said, pointing his finger at the three sharpshooters in the middle, then motioning towards the door.

Bacredi shot once, then moved into cover. The three men carrying DC-15S Blaster Rifles were shooting endlessly, one fell to the ground in agony.

"Ah!" Capole screamed, as his body hit the ground. His helmet revolved around on the ground.

"NO! AH!" One of the New Republic Troopers fell, blood everywhere. Two more New Republic Troopers hit the ground and died as well.

"Sling em'!" Brakely screamed, him and the six remaining guards near the entrance fell back towards the other 7. Bacredi moved back to the turbolift. The twelve New Republic Troopers ran towards Brakely and the other men, Bacredi and the five troopers near the Turbolift caught them by suprise. Killing three they realized that they were getting killed on both ends.

One trooper threw his weapon down to the ground, but Bacredi shot him-no mercy-no mercy whatsoever. Now one of the sharpshooters fell back towards the turbolift, he un-slung his DC-15A Rifle, and set the end down on the table. Two shots rang and two shots slugged a New Republic Trooper in the chest. But the Sharpshooter's spree was short lived as his blaster overloaded when he shot again, so he had to let it go. Pulling out his DC-15S Rifle again.

The Demeanor shook again, most likely another shot.

"Ah!" The last trooper died, two shots in his back from Bacredi.

"Shit guys, get the wounded to the Medical Bay. Put all the New Republic bodies into their ship." Bacredi motioned towards the boarding craft. "Then jettison it."

"Got it," Brakely said, him and Guard Ungo picked up a hardly breathing trooper of the Demeanor by the arms and legs and began to carry him down the halls.

"Skipper, this is Jorn. We just need you to get that boarding craft off of us before we can go into hyperspace!" Another shot shook the ship.

"Copy."

"We are full!" Brakely said.

"Jettison it!" Bacredi ordered Brakely.

"Copy." Brakely let the boarding craft go. The Blast Door flew closed and the latching sound he had heard earlier sounded again.

-- Demeanor's Medical Bay, in Hyperspace --

The 2-1B Surgical Droid moved one of its mechanical arms over Crast, a dead Guard. Three other corpses lay over the med bay.

"The status of Number 12 Guard Crast, is deceased. Two blasts to the lower chest, one to the head." 2-1B continued through his routine, talking like normal. While Bacredi stood and watched.

"2-1B, I better get to the bridge. Thanks."

Bacredi walked through the halls, and then to the turbolift. He got in it and went up to the bridge.

"Jorn, where are we headed?" Bacredi asked the pilot that was sitting on the left.

"Bacredi, good day. Our course is set towards Kuat, we can re-stock on supplies their." Jorn said.

Bacredi's Dantooine Manor, this place was build by BacCo a long, long time ago. With Zhar's architectural skills he had renovated the place, changed the Sublevel rooms that were meant for storage into peaceful rooms of mediation. One room in the Sublevel had a opening roof, and was huge-this is were Bacredi stored a old Theta-Class T-2c Shuttle, the Kappa. While the larger hanger bay, with an open roof that showed Dantooine's beautiful scenery, the Demeanor rested there refueling pipes were pumping deuterium into the Demeanor.

Bacredi stood in the Manor's Holo-Room. A Hologram of Jorn, and an even larger one of Jastrya stood at the other side of the circular assesmant table. The table had a hologram image of the Manor, the large atrium in the middle, hanger off to the side, rooms under it and such. It showed the two guard quarters-the larger Foràn Guard Quarters, and the slightly smaller Bastion Guard quarters.

Bacredi opened his lips to speak to the two holograms. "Lieutenant Jorn, prepare the Kappa. Lieutenant Jastrya get Zhterron to form my security entourage."

"Yes, sir." Jorn spoke, his hologram bowing. Then the hologram went out.

Jastrya bowed as well his hologram going out as well.

-- The Kappa --

Inside the Kappa two members of the Foràn Guard stood across from two members of the Bastion Guard. The Kappa sported two staterooms, and one room for the crew. Jorn and Jastrya sat in their pilot seats, with Captain Zhterron behind them, he rotuinely checked the ships fuel cells and such.

The Kappa still hadn't left Dantooine though, all of her wings were still in the up and locked position in the Manor Hanger. The repair droids still had yet to be loaded onto the ship, and the Protocol Droid, drink, and food still had to be placed into the ship.

The hanger doors opened, and three droids rolled-and walked-in, a R2, a R3 and a 3PO Protocol Droid. Bacredi followed closely behind them with his hood drawn. The boarding ramp unfolded down onto the flat hanger, and Bacredi finished his walk up the sloped surface, and then reached the hanger ground. Moving into the ship he felt a cool gust of cold air.

Inside the main cabin the four Guards stood, the protocol droid E-3PO had a tray in hand that surfaced a glass of ale. Bacredi motioned for the guard to be dismissed and then grabbed the glass of ale and downed it, moving into the room on the left was a elaborate stateroom. This was were Bacredi would be staying, removing his hood and cloak Bacredi set them down on one of the chairs, the bed had a velvety red cover.

The Kappa lifted off, the soft sound of the engine could be heard-but was not a nuisance. The guards went to their quarters with only one member from the Foràn Guard-Lieutenant Colemon stood in the main room. He would switch of with members of the Guard every hour or so.

-- Vectra --

The Shuttle let a smooth dim cover the room, and then it landed on Vectra.

OOC:

Story Complete

Task Force: Altig
In Orbit Above Pectra, Vast Empire Controlled Space
DP20 Gunship Ark Sectra

The Theta-Class T-2c Shuttle Kappa flew towards Pectra, one of the most distant planets in Vast Empire Space. Corellian Gunship Ark Sectra loomed in the distance, twelve TIE Bombers, twelve TIE Interceptors, and twelve TIE Fighters rushed towards the Kappa and her escort of TIE Fighters. Pectra was in the middle of a civil war, one side composed of sixty-thousand angry inhabitants of Pectra, and the other side was the Vast Empire-Navy and Army-that is why Task Force: Altig has been sent to Pectra. Composed of one DP20 Corellian Gunship, Ark Royal, 23 Sentinel-Class Landing Craft, and 72 TIEs, all various models. Altig's objective is to secure key locations on Pectra's surface, and aid the dying Vast Empire Garrison on the surface. The enraged Locals have gotten their hands on craft from looting Vast Empire Garrisons and local Shipwrights.

Zhar Bacredi had been sent with Task Force: Altig, his TIE Interceptor accelerated towards the Kappa. A trickle of sweat dripped down the inside of his flight suit helmet, and his short beard caught the trickle. Suddenly COM chatter began. "... Crskk ... Crskk ... Crskk ... All Squadrons this is the Ark Sectra, we have marked the targets for you. Once you hit the targets, split into Attack Pattern: Tector, and then escort the Sentinel-class Landing Craft to your former targets. Good luck, and good flying!" Bacredi heard the orders, and the squadron he was part of, Machete Squadron broke off from the other two squadrons they were with-Green Squadron, and Triet Squadron-they split seconds later.

"Machete Squadron, this is Machete Leader. Flight Three when we enter atmosphere in a few seconds open your Bomb Shafts, Flight Two and One keep enemy fighters of the Bombers." Machete Leader spoke into his COM, and it came out into 11 other COMs. The image of space began to dim as Machete Squadron entered the atmosphere of Pectra. "Entered, go now!" All 12 of the fighters spun, they then pushed forward to their target. The large turret stood firmly straight, but that was about to change. "Incoming fire!"

Bacredi turned his figher away, the shots missed him by a second.