Returning to his assigned quarters after completing the post-flight check of his TIE, Slasher examines the familiar surroundings of the bunk room, considering what he should do now.

I wonder what I should do next, first order of business is to get enough money to buy a ship, I'll move on from there

Sitting down to his computer console, Slasher begins to watch the Stock Market.

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Short post, just getting the foot in the door and something posted while I get to work on the markets, more will be posted once I have enough money to actually get something worth writing about.

Dropping back out of Hyperspace sometime later, Slasher takes a quick look around, and seeing nothing but the Corvette belonging to his old acquaintance, he banks his E-wing toward the Corvette, pulling up below the corvette and landing in its lower bay. Exiting his fighter Slasher tells Twitter to stay with the fighter. He walks over to the door leading into the rest of the ship. Hitting the opening mechanism on the wall as he reaches the door, Slasher starts to take a step forward into the room beyond which leads to the rest of the ship, but stops when he smells the distinct scent of burnt wiring. Looking around the room Slasher's eyes fall on the mangled body of one of the droids which his friend had used to assist him with running the ship. Quickly drawing his blaster, Slasher backs out of the room back into the landing bay. Calling to Twitter to open the hatch to the E-wing's cargo bay, Slasher reaches inside and begins to pull out his equipment. First he exchanges his flight suit for a set of Katarn Clone Commando Armor, using the integrated comm unit in his helmet, he uses the E-wing's own communication equipment to boost his transmission range, and sends a message back toward VE headquarters.

"This is Nazgul 7, on off-duty personal flight, I have boarded a Corellian Corvette, upon boarding the ship I have discovered evidence of shipboard combat, it is unknown at this point in time whether there are still any living people on board this craft other than myself. I am currently beginning to sweep the ship on foot. Request immediate back-up, this smells of pirates, and they may decide to come back. My astromech droid will be sending you the coordinates of my location at the end of this message. Nazgul 7 out."
While drafting and sending this message, Slasher swaps out his DL-44 sidearm for the SR Combat Pistol inside the cargo compartment of the E-wing, slipping that into his service holster. Slasher also grabs a StA-52 SLAR and S-5 Multi-function Blaster Pistol, slipping the pistol into the armor's hip holster, and grabbing a few extra magazines for the slug-throwing SLAR, Slasher moves back into the room with the droid, and checking one final time to make sure that his heads-up display is fully functioning, he reaches out and hits the inner doors activation panel.

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M+00:20

The CMF Devonshire, a Bothan Assault Frigate that was under the command of Zhar Bacredi was currently on a shipping run with CMF Leviathan, CMF Dutyfree, and CMF Bedford. Captain of the Watch Say looked around the Devonshire's bridge, nodding as Captain of the Ship Zhar Bacredi walked into the bridge, he then slid his headphones on and gave a thumbs up to two other crewmen.

"You paged me." Bacredi said, looking at Captain of the Watch Say, both of their white uniforms showed the crew that they were "officers" per se.

"That I did, we have just received a message... you might be interested in this." Captain of the Watch Say said as he swiveled around in his chair. "Hit it." One of the crewman moved up the sound controls, and the sound waves appeared on the main screen.

"This is Nazgul 7, on off-duty personal flight, I have boarded a Corellian Corvette, upon boarding the ship I have discovered evidence of shipboard combat, it is unknown at this point in time whether there are still any living people on board this craft other than myself. I am currently beginning to sweep the ship on foot. Request immediate back-up, this smells of pirates, and they may decide to come back. My astromech droid will be sending you the coordinates of my location at the end of this message. Nazgul 7 out."

Bacredi took a few seconds to intake this.

"Captain of the Watch pull us out of hyperspace and take us to the given locations. Crewmen, tell the hangar crew to load up my personal fighter with my combat suit and weaponry."

Twenty Minutes Later

As Bacredi flew his Y-Wing out of the hangar, two V-19 Torrent Starfighters followed him.

"Devonshire to Unstable 1, you are away. We are going to meet up with the Leviathan, Say out." Captain of the Watch Say ordered the bridge to enter hyperspace, they did so. The Devonshire was gone within seconds.

"Sa, we are flying over the CR-90. There is a ventral exhaust port that you can attach to. We'll stay till you do so." Bacredi heard one of his wingmen speak as he decelerated the Y-Wing. Slowly lowering it onto the hatch, he then entered a few commands into the screen. He was now wearing his black combat suit, no helmet. His Mynock Q33 was attached to his belt.

"We're buggin' out sir."

"Copy that, Bacredi out." Bacredi opened his bottom hatch and he then began to open the CR-90's top one. Opening it, he reached below the Y-Wing pilot seat to grab his spare clip, comlink, and his field com. Finally, he pulled out his M82-G Assault Rifle, with it's added silencer, and the last thing he grabbed was one separate charge.

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not done..

Bacredi slid behind a few crates, and the man did the same. Bacredi then pulled out his field com and dialed up the Devonshire.

"Devonshire secure line, go ahead." Captain of the Watch Say's voice was heard.

"We are under fire, tell my astromech to bring the Y-Wing back to the Devonshire. Pull into the system and bring in two task forces, tell Commander Day to escort three shuttles of fire teams into the CR-90."

"Affirmative, Devonshire out."

Bacredi turned around as more bulletfire sounded. Turning back around he emptied an entire clip of his M82-G... his only clip. Shaking his head at his stupidity, he pulled out his Mynock Q33 Slugthrower.

"Wanna provide a distraction?" Bacredi berated the man in the armor. The man turned and began to fire his blaster pistol. "Bah, screw this." Bacredi turned out and fired once, hitting one of the Black Sun men in the leg. The other one, the last one, was still firing. A green laser blast hit him across the chest, killing him. The other man was limping. The man in the Katarn armor was about to shoot him, Bacredi stopped him.

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I retreated back to the Devonshire

As Bacredi changed out of his combat suit inside his personal quarters, a Red Sun frigate moved up behind the Devonshire. Changing into his officers outfit, he finished his cuffs and walked out. Moving down the small hallway to the bridge, an alarm sounded and the voice of Captain of the Watch Say’s voice was heard.

“The ship has been over flown by two Red Sun Bombers, we believe they have hostile intent. Hands to action stations,” Bacredi ran towards the bridge. Straightening his collar as he did so, he moved into the bridge and spoke up.

“Captain of the Watch, turn left 40 degrees. Report.” Ensign Johnson handed Bacredi a piece of printed paper, showing the messages from the bomber pilots. “Are they insane.” Bacredi finished, looking up at the fleet formation.

“Sir, the Bombers are insisting that we are in Red Sun territorial space and that they will fire if we do not turn around and head to a Red Sun port.” Ensign Carmichael spoke with his Corellian accent, looking up at the Captains.

“Write this: we are in international space and will defend our self if attacked. Inform the Leviathian, the Doretshire. Tell them to flank our position and be aware.” Bacredi spoke thoroughly and clearly. Suddenly, a beep sounded near Ensign Carmichael’s screen.

“Queen-zero-zero torpedo, torpedo! Officer of the watch turn port thirty degrees.”

“There’s been no sonar contact sir, the bombers must’ve dropped it.”

“Tell all guns to fire at will. Fire two stingers at the bombers. Pull in the Leviathan and the Doretshire.” Bacredi screamed as the missile came closer.

“All hands brace, brace, brace!” Carmichael spoke into the bridge com and through the entire ship.

“First missile is away.” Arms Captain Daniel Grai told Bacredi, typing while he as looking the other way.

“Missile impact....” Bacredi hit the ground as the missile hit, the entire ship shook and all the bridge monitors beeped several times.

“Damage report!” Bacredi sprung back up, his hair all shriveled up.

“Sir, enemy fighters incoming. Frigate is coming in 12 degrees to the stern.” A young lieutenants voice was heard, his accent was clearly distinguishable.