Gates filed out of the briefing room with the rest of the soldiers, then headed off to his ship. All his stuff was there. A couple of B3 SBD's were standing guard on the ramp, another couple just inside. A couple of B2's rounded out his droid collection.

Into his quarters he went, grabbing a glass and a non-alcoholic drink on his way.

Once there, he poured his drink, sat, and began painting on jungle and forest camo over the urban camo.

Finishing that, he put away the different paints and removed his Whisper Sub-sonic slugthrower sniper's rifle. He then applied a different paint to the rifle, then checked the scope, barrel, and trigger guards. He replaced it in a locker. He pulled a large box from underneath his bed. In it, 2 DC-15s pistols were side-by-side; dozens of clips and grenades were nestled in the foam.

He checked his slug filled clips, popping each bullet out and checking to make sure it was up to spec. He checked the energy cells for his DC's and his heavy rifles, then slipped the lot back into the box.

He sharpened his vibroblade and grabbed a sheath for it.

He finished his drink and grabbed a smoke, lit it up, and sat in his bed, reading.

The air was filled with the pungent aroma of machine oil and the whirring of gears and servomotors. Battle droids were plugged into computers, running diagnostics, and cleaning weapons on all sides. Rows of computers were humming to themselves in a corner, with constantly updated statistics flashing onto and off the screens. From his position near the door, Dante watched the scene, his face impassive. Most of the droids here had come from his own supply, which he had brought on board by using the Virgil, his heavily modified freighter, to shuttle them. However, there were also some other droids, most of which appeared to be assassin models 

Under his helmet, Dante scowled. Those droids were going to be a problem. Quickly, he strode over to the main computer and spoke to the droid typing commands into a keyboard.

"What's your designation, droid?"

"MR-2401, sir. Is there something I can help you with?" the construct replied in a nasal tone.

"Yes. Move aside; I need to update some combat subroutines."

"Very well sir."

Dante waited until the machine had gone into a power saving cycle before starting his slicing. He attached his datapad, typing furiously. There was a quiet beep, and the graphs that showed the droid equivalents of pulses and brain patterns fluctuated wildy for a second before stabilizing.

His work done, the trooper removed the device. The computer screen flickered, turned blank, then reset. If some technician was curious enough to access the logs, they would show that a freak power surge had briefly overloaded the system. It happened all the time, especially with these heavily modified ships. The state of the art program he had used had also set the security cameras to loop for the time he was inside and wiped part of the memory of the droid he had relieved. He left the chamber, and the door hissed shut behind him.

He felt a brief pang of guilt over what he was doing, but suppressed it. Raigen had already explained to him why he had to do what he was going to do, and Dante saw no other way out.

His orders were clear. I cannot allow the construct to fall into the hands of the RDA's enemies.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder what he would have to sacrifice to achieve that goal.

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And the plot thickens...

Under his polished veneer of calm, Dante was in turmoil. There were a few techs he was going to have to chat with on Diomed VII, and a fairly high level coder was going to find himself out of a job in the near future. That is, if Dante himself was going to have a future.

The overhead lights were set to maximum strength, casting the room into a polar contrast between the spots of light and the shadows that pooled on the floor and made a jagged streak on one durasteel wall. Standing directly across from the doorseal was their CO.

Bantha poodoo, how badly did the worm FUBAR things?

On either side of the officer, uniformed men and women sat in the shadows. Dante caught light reflecting off medals and sholulder decorations.

Sithspawn. Looks like I've kicked over the hornet's nest with this one... Navy and Army intelligence are both here. 

One by one the other troopers filed in, and the doors hissed closed. The officer cleared his voice, then spoke.

"A slice-virus attacked all droids on the Storm Raven.  We were unable to trace the source, but Security is now conducting a thorough search of the ship.  Untill the search is completed I must order all of you to remain here.  Each of you will be scanned."

Minions of Xendor...

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Still writing, feel free to go ahead while I write my char's POV.

Storm Raven's Armory

Finished installing the Armorply Plating Mark V and Strengthening Underlay Mark V to his Stormtrooper Armor he donned the armor before starting the next task.  To his DC-15 Blaster Rifle he fitted an XV-7 Vibrobayonet, Crippling Scope Mark III, Beam Splitter Mark III and Pure Rylith Power Cell.  His father's CDEF Pistol and the DC-15s he bought on Tadath got the same upgrades as the rifle; minus the bayonet.  To the pair of Ryyk Blades both recieved Superior Ionite Edge and Enhanced Energy Cell Mark IV, placing Superior Agrinium Grip to the blade for his right hand; Superior Zabrak Grip to the blade for his left.

As Tank sheathed the swords, he overheard Dante and TK-013 debating upgrades; Amplifying Chamber Mark III versus Beam Splitter Mark III.  As Tank fixed his other XV-7 Vibrobayonet to his E-11/H heavy blaster rifle for Hex to use Dante one the debate; both troopers went with the Beam Splitter. The E-11/H got the same upgrades as the DC-15 by the time he was done.

Amee Toraf had the same tastes in upgrades, Tank noted, as she finished work on her blasters.  "Nice.  Aratech Ionmasters, right?"

"Correct!  You seem to know blasters...what else do you know about them?"

They hit sentients like a heavy blaster but hit mechanicals like a cannon; with the best Crippling Scope and Beam Splitter it'll hit anyone like a thermal detonator!"

"Most impressive, trooper!  Which academy are you from?"

"Tadath, Dreshda Squad.  Four years of the Corellia Military Academy before that.  Yourself?"

"Telos army brat & damn proud!  My whole family went through the Telos Military Academy, so I did too.  I'm just out of the Tadath Academy myself.  Since you already did a couple missions, what do you think we should expect?"

"So you know this is my fourth mission, huh?  Okay, the first mission I was on was, er, not what I'd expected.  At all.  The next couple of missions were more of the sort I trained for, but still the unexpected can happen anywhere, anytime.  I won't kid you;  odds are this will get brutal.  Well beyond whatever you've imagined about warfare.

"We needed evything we ever learned to survive.  As luck would have it, we did.  Many of our fellow soldiers that were in those combat zones didn't make it.  If things go wrong don't panic; acknowledge your fear and remember your training.  You'll know what you have to do."

"Thanks.  I'll remember that."

"Well, it looks like the rest of the squad is finished.  I guess we'll head to the hangar soon an' let the next squad in here.  I wonder who Sgt Gates will have leading the Fire Teams..."

Cursing his luck Tank and Amee “Speeder” Toraf helped some of their squadmate to the Ebon Shyrack, the others had followed Sgt. Garryll Gates to All Under Heaven.  Tank could've sworn he saw Dante's Scarlet Seraph take off; tactical info in the Ebon Shyrack's cockpit confirmed it had.  Bleach Squadron had launched almost immediately after reversion to realspace, but then Ibram and Anden are the career pilots; the pros.

Gates' voice burst through the static on the squads' comm chanel "Damnit Dante!  Tank, let's go cover Dante's ass before it gets blown off!"

"You got it, Sarge!"

"Damn kids..."  With that the Ebon Shyrack and the All Under Heaven shot out into space. 

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Ibram took Alpha Flight right through the heart of the Y-wings' formation blasting all the way!  In an instant a full third of the enemy squadron was vaporized and the rest broke formation in the chaos!  Before they could regroup Ibram and his droid fighters came around hard port and circle-strafed one flight of Y-wings, sending the last flight retreated toward the relative safety of the Corona frigate that launched them; Ibram and his droid fighters picked them off leisurely...

Anden jinked and juked his Clawcraft for all he was worth and the rookies in their TIE/ln fighters followed his lead, dodging heavy fire from the squadron of E-wings on his Flight's tail!  Anden saw the A-wings coming fast on his 2 o'clock; banking starboard he aimed Beta Flight to meet the A-wings head-on "Fly between them!" he ordered!  The Imperial starfighters flew through the A-wing squadron unharmed; the E-wings on their tails were not so fortunate.  A half-squadron each of E-wings and A-wings tried to form-up and give chase, but Anden led his pilots in a precise snap-roll and came after the republic fighters before they could react, tanking out another half-dozen ships!

Dante was weaving and rolling on the evasive, narrowly dodging heavy fire from the eight X-wings on his tail!  He was lucky the stunt he pulled worked a second time and eliminated a second element of fighters.  But now that left two flights looking for payback and dogging every move he made; they weren't about to fall for it again!  As G7 wailed in fright a pair of ships shot past Scarlet Seraph firing on the X-wings!  Checking his scope, he ID'd the Ebon Shyrack and All Under Heaven.  Three X-wings were vaped instantly and another spun away out of control.

"Having fun, Dante?"  Dante knew that was Garryll, his new SL.  He made a sharp turn few fighters have the maneuverability to pull off, sighted a pair of X-wings fleeing the Ebon Shyrack and filled them with green energy until they erupted beautifully.  He expected to ride out the blast with only damage to his paint; the Scarlet Seraphshuddered with a sudden impact!  Shattering transparisteel followed by a great woosh!  Then all he heard was G7 via helmet comm.  An astromech's dome was lodged in the front of the Scarlet Seraph's viewport!  It wasn't G7...

"I'm hit!" he called as he checked his armor's integrety and the Scarlet Seraph's systems.  The astro droid was blocking about 60% of his field of vision.  As he thought about trying to dislodge the thing it extended a pair of arms, grabbing the blaster cannons flanking it and held on to the interceptor for dear life.

Tank commed "Get out of here Dante, there's nothing more you can do.  Garryll and I can finish these X-wings!" 

"Sorry guys!" he answered as he head back for the Storm Raven's hangar.  His scope was still functioning, so he was able to watch as the blue dots representing the Ebon Shyrack and All Under Heaven close on the red dots and wipe them out. 

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As the Ebon Shyrack and All Under Heaven clear the x-wing debris to assist Bleach Squadron, another Bothan Assault Frigate is yanked from hyperspace, behind the New Republic ships. 

In Amber Clad locks on to the Interdictor Frigate's engines with all it's forward turbolasers and fires!  At the same moment the Storm Raven's turbolasers strafed the interdictor's underside!  The vessel broke apart as the engines exploded, blazing geysers of fuel licked space and destroyed the starfighters screening the motherships!  As the Storm Raven and In Amber Clad gang-up on the Corona frigate the rebel fighters get desperate and more daring...

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In the Storm Raven Hangar

As soon as the Scarlet Seraph landed, the rebel astromech released it's grip on the Eta-2 and fell to the hangar floor with a loud metallic *clang*! 

At least gravity's working again, thought Dante as R2-G7 and himself exited the interceptor.  As Dante came around to survey the damage something about the battered astro droid caught his attention.  Stepping closer he couldn't believe his eyes!  Spilling out from one of the droid's utility panels was Credits, Credsticks and a variety of gems!

Quickly looking around and seeing no witnesses, he bent down to scoop the fortune back into the mech as he ordered "Artoo!  Restraining Bolt #6!"  G7 whistled acknowledgement and before the fallen droid could react, G7 attached and activated a custom restraining bolt the RDA based off of designs Czerka made for the Exchange.  The Black Sun got a hold of them, and eventually so did the RDA.  G7 dutifully handed the controller to his master.

"Thank you Artoo." he said very, very pleased.  Learning what other secrets R2-C0D may hold would have to wait, for now...

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On the bridge of the Storm Raven

As the Storm Raven shuddered from another volley of the Corona frigate's lasers Lieutenant-Commander Qerry Leood swept stray hair from her face as she read the tactical readouts on the Battle Computer; it had fairly accurate data on most ships in the New Republic's fleet.  Liking the firing solutions suggested she sent most of the data to her gunners, the rest she relayed to the In Amber Clad and hoped Captain Tsu would use it...

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On the bridge of the In Amber Clad

Captain Tsu blinked and blinked again, she must be crazy he thought, or exceedingly briliant...  Lieutenant, use her fire solution!  Now!

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In perfect synchrocity deadly beams of energy lanced out from the two ships, cutting the Corona frigate deeply.  Instead of a spectacular explosion, the Corona frigate broke apart into sections, brief white plumes of escaping atmosphere were punctuated by bodies of the unfortunate crew.  The vessel was reduced to more than a dozen blocks with little or no air left.

The major threats now eliminated they could use their guns to discourage the enemy fighters; they'd have to make shots count so they don't hit their own fighters at this stage of the engagement.

Alpha and Beta Flights had succeeded in exterminating one squadron of Defender starfighters, but another squadron had maneuvered into a prime attack position and fired as they closed in on the Clawcraft and TIEs!  The Clawcraft's shields took the worst of it but he still suffered heavy damage and lost both fire control and his stabilizers!  Bleach 6 exploded!  Bleach 7 & 8 evaded with minimal damage.

The Defenders came around for another pass as Alpha Flight launched a swarm of missiles at them, forcing the Defenders to scatter as the executed evasive maneuvers!  As the sixteen missiles closed on the starfighters they erupted into a swarm of Buzz-Droids, attaching themselves to the starfighters' hulls and cutting them open...

Anden's Clawcraft was spinning out of control!  Struggling to regain control he worked the manuevering thrusters like mad but it started to work!  Wobbling as it hurtled through space he broke the spin but barely had any control!  Checking his systems the options didn't look good.

As his mind began to consider the worst case, joining the rookie pilot he'd lost, he felt a jarring impact shudder his craft!  Below him was the Ebon Shyrack!  His Clawcraft was nestled in the corner formed where the dorsal wing was attached to the hull, on the starboard side of the fixed wing!

"Don't worry Anden, We'll gude you back and finish this!"

"Thanks Tank!  I owe you one!" Anden looked out to his starboard side and glimpsed the All Under Heaven flying in a loose formation with Ebon Shyrack...

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On the Storm Raven

Dante had secured R2-C0D in a large locker then locked it and maglocked it for good measure!  He'll deal with that droid and the Scarlet Seraph later; for now he and Artoo-geeseven quicky finished the startup sequence on his new Eta-5 Interceptor.  With all systems green he shot out of the hangar to rejoin the battle!

Not a moment too soon as Dante saw he was about to facedown a squadron of K-wing heavy bombers!  Bleach Squadron was being held up by Defender fighters and his squadmates were busy getting Petty Officer 1st Class Anden Beliam back to the Storm Raven; Damnit!  We lost a TIE!  Swallowing his anger and attendant curses Dante unleashed every concussion missile and both cluster missiles on the K-wings!  Revenge was served as more than half the short-range craft exploded; secondary explosions of their armed payloads took out some of their wingmen and the survivors scattered in the chaos!

Before the remainging K-wings could form-up into a Flight the Storm Raven's gunners happily picked them off as their panicked maneuvering gave the army transport rare clear shots!  Three were vaporized in an instant but one fled; Dante hopped on his tail and drilled him with green death until he exploded spectacularly!

Flying the fastest fighter the Imperials had, Dante maneuvered to intercept the B-wings; having seen the K-wings decimated they had altered course to strike the Storm Raven on her port side....

Having gotten Anden's Clawcraft close enough for the Tractor Beams to pull him in, Garryll and Tank got busy picking off Defenders; Ibram was grateful for the assist yet he drove himself and the droid fighters to hit the enemy harder!  The resulting dogfights were brief, chaotic and decisive!

The first Flight of B-wings concentrated torpedoes on the Storm Raven but barely penetrated the shields; the second had to abort their run as the blazing-fast Eta-5 challenged them head-on!  All the slower bombers took hits with negligable damage save for the last; the final B-wing in that Flight made a fantastic fireworks for Dante's lasers!

The third Flight was also evading the Interceptor, only to be set upon by the droid starfighters!  The B-wings' lasers had a hard time hitting much less inflicting any real damage to the Vultures and Tri-Fighter;  Alpha Flight in turn fired their last salvo of Buzz-Droid missiles!  Ibram enjoyed watching the B-wings get dismantled...

As the All Under Heaven and Ebon Shyrack drove the first Flight of B-wings back they crossed paths with the remainder of the second Flight fleeing Dante's Eta-5!  Two B-wings collided head-on and met their makeers as another pair survived a near miss!

Giving chase each of the stormtroopers claimed another kill!  As the last pair of B-wings tried running for hyperspace, the two TIEs of Beta Flightcame in for the kill!  The starboard B-wing exploded as green bolts wnet through the cockpit and pilots of its wingmate!  Dead in space it drifted...

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The battle over it was time for repairs.  Ravening Platoon was deployed in spacetrooper powersuits to salvave the Ion Cannons and anything else from the remains of the Corona-class frigate that the Storm Raven could use.  Captain Leood didn't ask about the In Amber Clad's mission; her ComScan had detected the same trasponder code for the Pride of Hast that the genuine rebels had.  Thinking of a way to thank Captain Tsu for his assistance, she directed Tefra Squad to retrieve the Corona's Transponder and main reactor.

Hailing the In Amber Clad personally, "Captain Tsu?  This is Captain Leood of the Storm Raven.  Do you think you can use another Transponder and power core?"

Captain Tsu couldn't completely hide his reaction; having another identity that his ship could asume at will is an asset too good to pass up!  And the power core; more power for existing weapons or even additional weapons....
"Thank you, Captain Leood!  That is most gracious of you.  I think once I have those on board I'll take the tractor beam projectors from the Corona's carcas, if that's alright with you?"

"Quite alright; help yourself to the turbolasers and laser cannons too!  We wouldn't want the rebels to recover them now, would we?"

"Indeed we wouldn't, Captain.  Thank you."

"Good hunting, Captain Tsu."

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Once Ravening Platoon finished repairs and installing the Ion Cannons they helped retrieve what was left of the rebel starfighters for the In Amber Clad.  Soon the two vessels will return to hyperspace...
http://www.starwars.com/databank/droid/buzzdroid/

On the bridge of the VEA troop cruiser Storm Raven

Lieutenant-Commander Qerry Leood couldn't help being a little apprehensive after she had spoken with Captain Tsu.  The In Amber Clad was an RDA vessel, or so it's Captain had claimed.  For all she knew it could be just be a more organized and self-respecting pirate ship, which she wouldn't mind if they'd just be out with it.  But it could be CZA, or any of dozens of the RDA's rival syndicates.

First Lieutenant Vollin Imsan had decided that Ravening Platoon would accept the RDA's offer of assitance.  As captain of the Storm Raven, Qerry wasn't taking any chances.  She didn't make it this far in her career by being trusting; caution and ruthlessness were a part of life.  She had ordered the turbolasers to be repaired last but not connected to the ship's power supply.  As she expected, In Amber Clad's sensors read the systems as offline; and the crewer on comscan interpreted it to mean the turbolasers were so damaged as to be useless.

"Damage report?" She demanded as the two vessels oriented themselves for the jump to lightspeed.

Sergeant-Major Torgan Hugh reviewed the data on the engineeing console, "Repairs are complete; as per your orders the damaged turbolasers are without power.  The main hyperdrive is ready."

"Punch it!" Her crew efficiently executed her orders and stars became lines as the Storm Raven resumed her journey to Zonju V.  In hyperspace realspace-sensors were useless; the Storm Raven and the In Amber Clad couldn't see each other.  "Reconnect power to the turbolasers."

"Aye, Captain!"

When the Storm Raven drops out of hyperspace all her systems will be quite operational...

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On the bridge of the Strike--class Medium Cruiser Hunter, returning to Tadath...

General Torqmada strode boldly onto the bridge, still donning his scorched armor from the recent pacification mission his taskforce had completed.  Without preamble he marched over to ComScan and relieved the Private from his duty station.  Inserting a code cylander into the console and entering his authorization code hailed one of the covert operations centers hiden on Tadath, or perhaps one of the other planetary bodies in the system.

The main viewscreen derezed from a view of the system ahead of the Hunter, then resolved itself into a command center with lots of techs and some officeres; their uniforms were black.  "General Torqmada, welcome back!"

"Colonel Omerta, you'll forgive me if I dispense the pleasantries; we have a situation."

"What is it?"

"Operation Bad Droid may have been compromised; our delivedry was yanked from hyperspace by a pair of New Republic vessels.  A Corona frigate and a Bothan frigate equiped as a light interdictor.  They were waiting; an RDA frigate was snared as well and surprised the rebel scum, turning the tide."

"Damn!  Do you think we have a leak?"

"UNlikely but not impossoble.  Start cleaning.  I'm crashing the party and I need more Troopers.  I need a full inventory of all availabl;e assets on Tadath, now."

"Yes General, one moment."  The officer sifted through data then sent the required information "Sending it now sir."

"Thank you, Colonel.  I'll make the arrangements before we land.  Torqmada out."  With that he downloaded the personnel files to his datapad, retrieved his code cylander and exited the Bridge for his office.  It didn't look good.  Too many greenies fresh from the Academy and not enough seasoned troops.

Three squads, it was the only way.  Almost every Sergeant in the Vast Empire was on a mission and couldn't be pulled out, or was too far to pick up.  And sending PFCs into the field as a SL was a death sentence.  Pulling Senior Sergeant Striker from the academy was going to make someone balk; she is one of the best at what she does, after all.

Better get this over with he thought wiping his brow and interface visor; the visor was a useful tool, helping him sift and manipulate data, bypass occasional security systems, and hid the fact he has no eyes.  But at times like these it became just slightly uncomfortable.  Transmitting his request, it wouldn't be long for an answer.

His office's holoprojector burst to life, projecting the image of Commander of Training, High General Cleric Vor'soth.  "General Torqmada, you seek to rob me of my top instructor?"

The General knew the High General was toying with him, knew his superior had the full report and knew it thoroughly; he was being squeezed.  "With respect, High General, you agree she is a good choice, as well as why I need these troops."

"But of course, General.  But it will cost you."

He bit back a curse, "How so?"

"LCPL. DracoKorr, send him back to Tadath on a shuttle.  Why does not concern you.  Do it.  You'll get the troops you requested and a few more as well."  Then the holoprojector went dark....

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On the Storm Raven

(On the ship's intercom) "Attention all Squad Leaders and Assistant Squad Leaders, briefing in ops in five!"

Sgt Gates and Cpl Asana headed for ops...

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On Tadath, a massive hangar with troops boarding a Strike-class Medium Cruiser

Impressive the Senior Sergeant thought as an improvised platoon was deploying.  Boarding the Strike she wondered just what the mission would entail; it was after all the first mission she was allowed to bring her Twi'lek Spinning Blades, illegal as they are in most civilized sytems, as well as any armor or weapon of her choice.

As the new platoon settled into barracks the cruiser lifted off and rapidly accelerated for space.  Joining the Adz-class Patrol Destroyers Dark Lance and Shadow the taskforce jumped to lightspeed...

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On the Storm Raven

SLs and ASLs are seated in a ring around the tactical holoprojector.  Presently displaying the Zonju System.  First Lieutenant Vollin Imsan explained, "As soon as the Storm Raven reverts to realspace we deploy the probe droids for recon.  Next the transports will launh and make a hard drop to the planet's surface."  The view zoomed in on the fifth planet, then the landing zone.  "We'll use the transports' lasers to clear the LZ and set the ships down immdiately."

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\*\      /*/      SW:  (YT-1300)
  \*\ /*/        NW: Ebon Shyrack (Sentinel)

"Using the transports as a defensive ring we'll establich Command Post One; Command Post Zero (CP0) is the Storm Raven.  By the time CP1 is up and running we should have intel back from most if not all the probe droids.  Acting on that data I'll deploy the Platoon strategically, and allocate elements from Seraph Battle Droid Company.  I estimate a third of the droids will be used to hold the CP, but that may be changed.  Any Questions?"

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On board the Hunter

General Torqmada paced behind the holotank, waiting for the rest of the troops to get seated.  Sergeant Striker was impressed; the Hunter's ops center was almost identical to what one would expect in an army garrison.  Seeing his que he began, "A covert operation may have been compromised, and so we are to provide overt support to the primary operation.

"At 13:09 hours the Storm Raven was pulled from hyperspace by a Bothan Interdictor Frigate of the New Republic, the Interdictor was supported by a Corona frigate which attacked the Storm Raven immediately.  What the rebel ships weren't expecting was another ship on the same route.

"Another Bothan Assault Frigate was dropped from lightspeed and helped turn the tide on the rebels and destroyed them.  The vessel identified itself as the In Amber Clad, an RDA ship.  But for all we know it could be CZA or another faction entirely.  Not only has the CZA been competing with the RDA and smaller crime syndicates, but they've begun hostile takeovers of rivals' assets.  So in addition to fighting rebel forces and other Ipmerial Remnants' troops we may just find ourselves in the middle of criminals' turf war.  As you should know the Zonju System is nominally 'governed' by the Hutts, but I hardly think that is gonna stop the CZA, RDA or any other syndicate.  Any Questions?"

Aboard The H