Bacredi stood at the bridge of the Devonshire. The Devonshire was the flagship of Bacredi's small trading flotilla, it was also a Bothan Assault Frigate. Other Bothan Assault Frigates in the flotilla were the Bedford, Dorsetshire, and Somorset, with the CR90 Commonwealth. All of those capital ships flew in the same direction, towards a hyperspace lane along with the rest of the flotilla. Bacredi's coms began to blaze with a large amount of chatter from the other frigates and freighters.

"Bacredi, this is the Surprise... we are heading out now." Captain Preston D. Kole reported to Bacredi. The Surprise was one of the many smaller ships in the flotilla. The FireFlys flew past the Devonshire suddenly, the Royal Oak, Royal Sovereign, Royal Ark, Resolution, and Revenge. Many other transports and frigates flew past the Devonshire as well. All of them entered hyperspace suddenly, heading straight towards Ark II. As the Devonshire and the other frigates took a sharp turn towards the lane, the Commonwealth entered hyperspace. Suddenly, the frigates did as well.

As the ships blazed towards the planet of Ark II which was 2 hours distance, they were interrupted by a rather large pull in gravity. The ship lurched and Bacredi was thrown forward, he rebuked and stood up again. "What the hell was that?" Bacredi asked the group. A navigation officer replied.

"Gravity well four hundred kilometers away from the bow. Gravity well five hundred kilometers from starboard." The nav officer reported in a computer-like way.

"Always gravity wells..." Bacredi muttered. "Any hostiles?"

"None. But there is a large amount of damage to the Lancelot and Hercules. We are sending out repair teams as of now." The navigation officer said again.

"And the status of the planets in the system?"

"None that are inhabitable. There is one moon that is, though."

"Ready the Farshadow. I'm going out to look at the damage to the Lancelot and the Hercules." Bacredi said, the captain of the watch looked stunned but he merely nodded.

"Sir! Torpedo, torpedo, torpedo! Queen-three-zero, heading towards our bow." The navigations officer said.

"Cancel that! Turn us 40 degrees starboard, increase shields in that area as well. Launch countermeasures. Were is this shot coming from?"

"Sir, shot came from ... oh shit. Sir, two frigates enclosing on our location from the closet gravity well, two more frigates from the second." The missile then hit the countermeasures. "Missile destroyed."

"Ready all squadrons, move the heavier shielded ships to the front of the color."