0600 hours, 4 ABY – Two Days until scheduled deployment
Corulag, Corulus system –Abandoned Apartment in Curamelle

Saul jumps to a loud banging noise on the door, it startles him.

“I know there’s someone in there! Open the damn door or ill break it down!” A voice was yelling from outside the apartment.

Saul cursed, and grabbed his small amount of gear. He needed to get out of here, and quick. He had no idea who was at the door, but getting caught was not an option. He looked around the room for an escape, but saw no was outside. He saw air vent, just big enough for him to fit in. He used his Sonic Screwdriver and opened the vent, after getting inside he closed it. The Vent ran all the way back into the hallway where the man was yelling. If he could just lure the man inside, he could get out and escape. He got an idea, he would open the door. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and then thinks to himself.

If I open the door, the man will know I was here.

Saul decided that the best action would be to let the man enter on his own, and then escape.

Eventually the man did just that, he kicked in the door. This was Saul’s chance, and he took it. Crawling through the vent, he got to the hallway, got out of the vent, and took off for the door. He made it, he was outside and one step closer to getting out the system, all that was left was to get to the star port and find a way out of the system.

Walking down the streets of Curamelle was not something Saul wanted to do while attempted in flee. He was nervous that someone would spot him, he figured that his flight knew about his escape and alerted the academy. Unknown to him, he flight members were still asleep, hangover after a night of celebrating. They knew nothing of where he was, or what he was doing. He was about two klicks of the starport, a good distance to go.
   
At least the weather is nice. He thought to himself, trying to keep himself in a good mood.

He spotted an imperial patrol in a speeder, as they approached he turned his head away. They looked at him , but continued past him.

Smooth, real smooth genius.



0730 hours, 4 ABY – Two Days until scheduled deployment
Corulag, Corulus system – Curamelle Intergalactic Star port

Approaching the star port, Saul was cautious. The heightened security levels recently meant that the place would be swarming with Imperial security and officers. He needed to sneak past them all. Slipping into a crowd of people, he knew he was missing one thing; identification. The crowd was slowly moving towards an upcoming Imperial checkpoint, he had to act fast. Saul began to look around the crowd at the people. He needed a person that was the same basic size and look as him.

He spotted a man sitting on a bench. “Got it.” He said to himself.

The man had a briefcase, and was busy reading the holo-net; the perfect target. Saul had to execute this well, or he was screwed. Walking casually towards the man, he rigged his wrist communicator to get a call in thirty seconds. This would be his cover, the average person in the star port talking on his comm. He carefully approached the man, and made sure not to attract attention. He would stop walking, look around, appear a bit lost and confused, and then continue as if he knew where he was going.

The wrist communicator began to buzz; Saul let it go for three rings, and then answered it. Silence, just as planned. He then pulled out a data pad, and began to act like he was reading it and going along with the call. He approached the man, and tripped over the man’s briefcase, which successfully broke it open. Saul dumped his own items onto the ground as he fell.

He casually cursed, the man jumped up startled and confused. “What the Frak!” The man yelled.

“Oh, I am so sorry! It was a complete accident.” Saul said as he began to slowly pickup his own stuff, and the man’s ID card.

The man picked up his own stuff, oblivious to what had happened. “You need to start paying attention!”

“I know, I’m sorry!” Saul said, hiding a laugh. The man gave Saul a nasty look, and a sat back down, going back to exactly what he was doing without any thought to the matter; Success.

Saul walked away, and towards the checkpoint. The only thing that would stop him now, was one of the troopers recognizing him; that would frak his whole plan up. He stood in line, and waited his turn.

“Identification.” The trooper demanded. Saul handed the stolen card to the trooper. After looking at this, the trooper put his contraband scanner away. “Sir, you did not have to wait in this line. You have express access, please go ahead inside.”

“Oh, silly me. I always forget about that.” Saul laughed, another success. He was in, Saul was inside the star port. Now all that was left was getting the hell off this rock, and out of the system before anyone knew he was gone. He had less than an hour, by then someone will have known he was gone.

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1000 hours, 4 ABY – Two Days until scheduled deployment
Corulag, Corulus system – Imperial Academy, Headmaster’s Office

There was a knock at the academy headmaster’s office door.

“Enter” The headmaster said.

The man was Roger Panel, an Ensign in the recent graduate flight that Saul Aquila was a member of prior to leaving.

“Sir!” Roger saluted.

“At ease, Ensign; what do you need.”

“Sir, Lieutenant Aquila failed to report for ops today. When he entered his quarters, this data pad was discovered. Roger said, as he handed the data pad to the headmaster.

He looked at the data pad, and read its message;

>: BEGIN ENTRY …
> To: EMPTY
> From: Aquila, Saul
> I cannot deploy as scheduled, for reasons that are my own. I am sorry for my failures as a flight commanded, as a friend, and as an officer; in addition to making this difficult situation for you.
> END ENTRY …

After reading the data pad, he whipped it against a wall; shattering it. He reached onto his desk and hit the comm. link.

“Security, lockdown the Academy; we have a possible defection attempt. Contact the local star ports and put them on full alert. Profile on the way.” He said, and then closed the channel.

A deep klaxon was heard across the academy. They knew what was going on, and thought that they still
had time to prevent it.

1005 hours, 4 ABY – Two Days until scheduled deployment
Corulag, Corulus system – YT-2000 Freighter “Breaking Point”, In orbit of Corulag

“Damn fool actually thought I’d rig his seat with explosive… what an idiot.” Saul said to himself.

He maneuvered the ship, and was approaching the minimum distance from the planet to make a hyperspace jump; he was under a minute away from being out.

[[Transport ‘Breaking Point’; you are ordered to return to star port. Failure to comply will be viewed as a hostile act.]] He heard over comm.

“Shit.” He said to himself, and opened the comm. “I am sorry, you last transmission was garbled. What about a failure to turn to port?”

[[I repeat; Transport ‘Breaking Point’; you are ordered to return to star port. Failure to comply will be viewed as a hostile act.]]

“I beg your pardon” Saul continued to waste time, he was seconds away from escape.

[[Cut the crap, Aquila. Return to star port.]] The person on the comm. said.

“Oh, getting a little bit of attitude now, are we?” he said, mocking them.

[[DeltaThree-One and Three Two, this is Conestoga Station; intercept the transport. Last chance Aquila, or we’ll shoot you down.]]

“Then I guess I’ll see you in hell.” He said, and punched the engines.

He placed the ship on auto pilot, everything was in place.

Two TIE Interceptors speed towards the Transport, and seeing as they were ahead of it to begin with the pilots managed to overtake it. Saul ran to the Quad-Laser turret, and strapped himself in.

[[Delta Three-One Delta Three-Two, This is Conestoga, Weapons free. I repeat weapons free. Shoot him down!]]

“Good luck you frakers!” Saul said as he opened fire on the turret. Just as he opened fire, the Breaking Point made the jump to light speed. He was free, he made it.

“Yes!” he yelled, as he jumped down from the turret and headed back towards the cockpit.

He looked at his navigation computer, and began to rethink going to into Hutt Space. The imperials would certainly place a bounty on his head. There was only one real group that would accept him, a wanted imperial military criminal, the Rebel Alliance.

“No. Never.” He said to himself, “Not after what they’ve done.”

He altered the course for the Telos system, a good place for a person to hide as it was almost outside of the Imperial reach.

1100 hours, 4 ABY – Two Days until scheduled deployment
Corulag, Corulus system – Imperial Academy, Headmaster’s Office

“Sir.” A lieutenant said to the Headmaster.

“What is it Lieutenant?”

“He escaped the system. We did not catch him in time.”

The headmaster gazed out of the window, “That is unfortunate; this is not good for you at all.”

“Sir? I do not understand.”

“Do you see that shuttle down there?” the headmaster pointed out side.

The Lieutenant walked over to the window, “Yes sir.”

“Good, I want you to try to fly to it.” He said with a laugh.

“What do you mean fly to…” the lieutenant tried to say.

Just as he uttered those words, a blaster shot was heard. The headmaster had shot the lieutenant, who then fell backwards and through the window falling to the ground below. Where he landed, he missed the shuttle by over a kilometer.

“A pity, I guess you couldn’t fly after all.” He said and walked over to his desk and activated the communicator. “Ensign Roberts.” He said over the comm.

[[Yes, Sir.]]

“Get me Ensign Clark, and have her report to my office. Also get maintenance in there, my window has mysteriously broken.

[[Aye, Sir.]]

The headmaster sat in his desk chair, and put the pistol in a drawer.

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Unknown Time, 4 ABY – One Days until scheduled deployment
Deep Space - YT-2000 Freighter “Breaking Point”

Saul sat down on a bunk in the Breaking Point’s quarters. He was out of ideas, he could not figure out how to get the engines to come back online. There was little time, under two hours until the freighter would impact the planet. The alarms had quit about three hours prior, and time was running out. Saul began to hear a noise coming from the cockpit. He got off the bunk, and got ready to walk over to the cockpit to find out what the sound was. Just as he did, and explosion rocked the ship, throwing him to the ground.

“Great! The fraking ship is falling apart!” he yelled in anger, just after he did a second explosion shook the ship again.

“What the hell, that wasn’t an internal explosion.” He said as he got up and ran for the cockpit. The closer he got the more of the noise he heard. He began to make out voices.

[[… last chance to identify yourself or you will be boarded.]] A voice said.

Saul slammed his hand on the communication button, opening the channel. “This is the freighter ‘Breaking Point’; we are having communication and engine difficulties and could not respond any earlier. Who am I speaking to?”

[[This is the Galactic Empire Imperial Naval VSD ‘Night fire‘, you are in a restricted system.]]

“Not by choice! I was in hyperspace and we had an explosion, we were pulled out of hyperspace. What system am I in?”

[[The Yetton System, A restricted system. If you have no ability to leave the system, prepare for a boarding party.]]

“I would not recommend that.” Saul said boldly.

[[Oh really? Why not?”]] The man over the comm. said, as Saul heard him talking to his supervisor.

“This frigate is dangerously close to impacting the planet, with limited power there is no way to pull it from crashing.”

[[You will be arrested and removed from the freighter prior to its impact.]]

Saul looked at the button for communication, placed his hand over it. “Good luck with that.” He said, and then slammed his hand on the button, closing the channel.

He looked over into the ship, looking for a way out. The ship was equipped with two escape pods. He sat down at the computer console, and began an ejection sequence. There was not a lot of time before a shuttle arrived with Imperial Stormtroopers onboard. There was five minutes on the escape pod’s countdown. Plenty of time to prepare. He walked over to the second escape pod, and began to load supplies and survival gear into in the pod. As he did, he could hear the first pod jettison and shoot away from the freighter. About twenty seconds later, he heard a turbolaser shot, and explosion. It was time to go; the shuttle would be on its way to confirm that Saul was dead. He grabbed a breath mask, and a detonation charge. He walked to the cockpit and killed power to the shield generator. After placing the charge on the cockpit view screen, and ran back to the second escape pod, his way out. After sealing the door to the escape pod, he detonated the charge. The internal atmosphere began to vent into space, and some of the ships systems were badly damaged in the explosion. Saul threw the breath mask to the floor and pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver. Using it, he disabled the jettison charges that would make the pod blast away. He would next wait, wait until the Stormtroopers gave up on his shuttle and either shot it down or left it to fall in the ground. While he waited though, he access the ship’s computer and disabled the logging of his current escape pod’s activation which he followed by deleting the log of that action. As long as no one thought to check the disabled and sealed escape pod, he would be able to make a clean getaway.

Within a few minutes, he could hear the sound of a shuttle latching onto the docking hatch from the first escape pod. There was the sound of plasma torches cutting through the door, cutting in and making an entry point. There were no voices to hear though; it appeared that all of the troopers were using an internal communication system. By now the atmosphere had vented into space, and it was likely that the soldiers would not spend too much time searching for a body. They would get lazy and just blow the freighter up, or at least that is what Saul thought they would do. He had to hope that he was right about this, other wise it would definitely lead to him getting caught.

Klaxons began to sound, the freighter was dangerously close to impact; it was time for the Imperial troopers to leave. It was what he expected, and it was what happened. The troopers did not even bother to seal the hatch behind them; they took off running. Once the shuttle was clear of the freighter, the Night fire fired a single turbolaser volley onto the Breaking Point. It tore the port side apart, and sent debris throughout the sky. Saul saw this as his chance; he disabled the clams holding the pod on and began to fall with the debris.  The shuttle fell quickly, reaching terminal velocity in a matter of seconds. There would not be a lot of time to engage the thrusters and navigate the pod. Luckily he only needed to get the pod away from the freighter’s crash site.

Saul activated the navigational computer inside the pod, it was an almost worthless thing; only good for tracking and coordinates. It allowed him to see where he was, now a single klick away from the estimated crash site, which would be far enough for a freefall, now it was time to engage the jets and get even farther. Saul reached over to the level that was hidden inside a compartment, turning it he attempted to engage the engines. Nothing happened.
“Oh Frak me.” Saul said, as he had a face palm moment.
The escape pod soared into the surface of the planet and made a hard crash into the snow.

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Approximately 1400 Hours, 4 ABY – Scheduled Deployment Day
Surface of Yetton V, Yetton System

With the structure complete, he looked at what was to come. The sonic blasts had ceased, they were close... whoever they were. It was odd, there were no fighters scouting the area, it was as if they did not, or could not. The area got quiet as the ship slid over his head, Saul was nervous, and forgot to look behind him.

“Don't move!” A man behind Saul said.

Saul did in fact move, and turned around. There were four humanoid lifeforms standing there, three had weapons drawn. They began to back him into his shelter. As they did, three of them stood around Saul, and one stood guard at the entrance to the shelter. In the distance, the sound of a craft began to get louder.

“You have one chance, any bullshit and you die. Understand?” One of the men, a full cyborg, said.

“Understood.” Saul replied, wishing he had a side arm.

“Who are you and what are you doing here.” Another man, a human male in a Imperial-type field uniform said.

“My name is Saul Aquila. I crash landed on this planet.”

“Oh really?” The cyborg said, “Search him, Kyle.”

A man, apparently named “Kyle” was very hesitant and had a strange look, but then began to search Saul for weapons or identification. While he was doing so, one of the men who wore a full suit of combat armor jumped away from the entrance to the snow fort.

“We've got Imperials! Get into cover!” The armored man yelled.

“Frak. Okay … Saul... ” The Cyborg said as he handed Saul a blaster rifle. “Ill take it seeing as these Imperials got here at the same time you did, they're looking for you.”

“Well...” Saul said with a laugh, “Yes, they are.”

“Good, The enemy of my Enemy is my friend. The name's Telok, Telok Redstorm. The brute in the armor is Ratchet, the silent guy is Grif, and you've met Kyle.” Telok said as he got into cover.

“What are you doing here?” Saul said as he got into cover as well.

“Depends on who you ask. Grif and I are here to complete a mission that our commanding officer gave us. Ratchet is on a bounty hunt. Kyle over there is just the group whiner.”

“Up yours” Kyle said giving a hand gesture.

“His wife went mission, and he got information that said she was here in the Yetton system.”

Saul though to himself, and wanted to ask about it, but knew this was not the time.

“We have a base two kliks southwest of here. We'll be safer there, we should get moving. Are we clear Ratchet?” Telok asked.

“Negative! We have a single Sentinel incoming.” The group began to look with electro binoculars, they saw the landing craft sweep over a tunnel in the snow.

The thrust from the craft caused large amounts of snow to fall and bury the tunnel.

“Oh well now we're screwed.” Grif said.

“Why?” Saul asked.

“That was the tunnel to our base.” Telok replied. “We dont have the supplies to fight off imperials here.”

“How many are in there?” Kyle asked.

“Fifty Four.” Ratchet said.

The sentinel craft landed near the escape pod. The ramp dropped and Imperial Stormtroopers began to pour out. It seemed endless, they just kept filing out and taking a formation. This was a well trained Imperial Assault squad. Once they all exited the craft, some began to approach the escape pod. It was obvious that they were investigating it, and had noticed that no one was inside of it.

“Okay, ideas.” The Cyborg said.

“Obviously we could try to hold this position.” Grif tossed his idea.

“We'd be killed!” Kyle replied, shooting the idea down.

“Indeed. We could attempt to attack them and commender their craft.” Telok said.

“As before, we would be killed” Ratchet boldly stated.

“I have a ship.” Saul said.

The four men looked at Saul in shock. “And you were going to tell us this … when?”

“It is badly damaged, an orbiting star destroyer ripped it to hell.”

“What complement of supplies does it have?” Telok asked.

“No idea really, the ship isnt mine. Though it was able to blast its way out of Corulag.”

“Okay. How far is it?”

“Four clicks to...” Saul said as he took a look around outside.

As he did a Blaster shot was fired from below, and just missed his head.

“Shit! Four clicks to the Northeast!” he said as he fell to the ground.

“Damn, they're on to us. We need to go, now!” Ratchet yelled as he jumped out of the shelter firing at the imperials.

The entire assault group of fifty four began to open up on the area. The shuttle raised its boarding ramp and began to power back up for a lift off.

“Is he insane!” Grif said as he ran out to Ratchet. As he did, a Imperial Sniper was getting a fix on him. It took two shots,  but the sniper hit his target in the head. Grif not only fell to the ground, but rolled down to the snow covered tundra below.

Telok grabbed his communicator and opened the channel. “Ratchet! Where the hell are you!”

Over the channel Telok could hear rapid blaster fire as the Imperials got closer to Ratchet's position. [[Attempting to get to the land speeder. I do not know if I can get back to you. Give me five, and then go without me!]] Ratchet replied.

“Hell no! We already lost too many!” Telok said as Kyle began to lay down cover fire with a sniper rifle.

[[Go! I will meet up at the rally point!]] Ratchet said, as he closed the channel large amount of blaster fire could be heard hitting a metallic object, presumably the land speeder.

“Frak... its just us now.” Kyle said, stating the obvious.  “You two go! I will lay down cover fire!”

“Damn it.” Telok face palmed. “Lets go Saul!” he said as he got up.

Kyle began to lay down the aforementioned cover fire. He managed to pin down a group of imperials and keep them preoccupied with staying alive and not with shooting the fleeing hostiles. It gave the two of them a chance to run for it. As they exited the shelter, they could see Ratchet getting into the land speeder, and operating the turret. He began to open fire upon the Imperial group.

[[Kyle!]] Ratchet began, [[Go!]]

With that Kyle exited the shelter and ran towards Telok and Saul. Ratchet was able to occupy most, if not all of the imperials in the area. They had a break and had a good four kilometers to go until they reached the ship. Not an easy task when you are being pursued by enemies, but in this case it would be necessary. As they ran, Saul saw Ratchet load the land speeder with explosives and set it to fly into the main group of imperials. It did just that, and when it detonated it took out many of them. The last thing Saul saw was Ratchet surrendering to Stormtroopers, which was just before a sniper shot Saul in the shoulder; he passed out from the pain.

He was out for about a half hour, during which time Telok and Kyle had to drag him across the snow tundra. They made great time, and were about halfway to the freighter. The Imperial shuttle had lifted off, presumably with Ratchet aboard, and there were no Stormtroopers in sight. It looked as if they were in the clear, but at a heavy cost. The two men were tired, and dropped Saul when they reached a area with good cover.

“We'll rest here for a bit.” Telok said, showing sadness in his expression.

Saul finally fully coming to sat up, “Im sorry about Grif.”

“He was like a brother to me. We both served in the same squadron, it made us family.” Telok said, trying to not show his emotion. “They will pay for this.”

The weather began to get bad, a large snow storm rolled into the valley as the sun began to set. They needed to get somewhere warm and covered; they again needed a shelter. In the distance there was a structure. Kyle looked at it through his electro binoculars, trying to identify it.

“Its a reinforced tunnel, we would use it for shelter.” He said.

“How far is it?”

“Half a klik, we can make it.”

“Good, lets go.” Telok said as he got up, “Saul, you good to walk?”

Saul stood up, and grabbed some of the limited gear they had, “I'll manage.”

The three of them made the short journey to the tunnel, and upon arrival found a small room inside the tunnel, most likely a storage facility. It would be a perfect place for them to hold out until the weather broke. Though, who know when that would be. They were close to the 'Breaking Point', they would make it very soon.



1500 Hours, 4 ABY – Scheduled Deployment Day
Imperial Dreadnought “Excalibur” - In Orbit of Corulag, Corulus System

Second Lieutenant Amanda Clark stood on the hangar deck of the Excalibur. She had just exited the Lambda class Shuttle that had brought her from the academy, and to the dreadnought. Her first destination would be to her direct superior, though her orders did not specify exactly who that would be . In the distance, entering the hangar, a man approached.

“Lieutenant Clark?” the man asked as he approached.

“Yes, Sir!” She said, and saluted.

“At ease, can you walk and talk?”

“I can try.” She said with a laugh.

“Good.”

The two of them began to walk out of the hangar, and into corridors of the ship.

“Lieutenant, I am sure you are wondering why you are here.” the man began.
“Yes, Sir. I am.”

“Prior to your departure, there was a defection in the academy that you trained at. I believe that you know the traitor.”

“... Yes, Sir.” she said hesitant.

“You will be leading an operation to capture this traitor. This will be your entrance test as an officer of Naval Intelligence. Capture Saul Aquila, and you will receive a great command position. Fail, and you will be swept back into the ranks of the space junkies. For now though, head to your quarters, they are on deck C. Once you get settled, come to the bridge, and I will give you more details.”

“Aye, Aye; Sir!” She said, and again saluted.

The man began to walk away, “Oh and Lieutenant. Welcome to the world of Black-Ops.”

Once the man was gone she began to walk towards a lift. Once she entered one she set here gear down.

“Frak.”

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1600 Hours, 4 ABY – Mission Day: One
Command Bridge, Imperial Dreadnought “Excalibur” – Traveling in Hyperspace

She had arrived at her destination, the bridge of the vessel. It was unlike any bridge she had ever seen on this class of vessel, it was much more high tech. There were visual displays across all of the walls, which appeared to monitor every aspect of the ship; it was an amazing sight. She recognized one person though, the Commander that greeted her when she arrived. She shrugged her shoulders, deciding that she might as well report in, and walked over to the man.

She saluted him, “Second Lieutenant Amanda Clark, Reporting as ordered; Sir!”

“At ease Lieutenant, welcome to the Excalibur. I do not believe I introduced myself earlier. I am Commander Karl Westen, and I am tasked with overseeing a special reconnaissance squad.” The man said.

“Why am I here?” she asked.

“Originally you were tasked to be an Intelligence Analyst in the INI, but events have taken place which requires your knowledge. Knowledge that you have gathered over the years, through direct contact with one of our targets.”

“Saul? Is this all because of his defection?”

“No, there is more to it than that. He was sighted in the Yetton system, which is where this task force is currently headed. Our command ship, the VSD Nightfire is in system, and sighted him. The vessel he was on crashed on a planet, Yetton Five to be exact, which holds a Naval Intelligence Listening Post.”

“Okay, but why does this make him a target?”

“On the planet, there are reports that a militant group is basing operations; we fear he has gone to the system to take his knowledge of Imperial systems and protocols to the group.”

“He wouldn’t! I mean I couldn’t imagine him doing anything like that.”

The Commander laughed, “The man just defected and shot his way out of a spaceport. I can imagine him doing this too. Your assignment will be to locate and capture him; you are in charge of
the aforementioned squad.”

She looked at the ground for a second, saddened by the thought of what was to come, and then looked at Westen. “Where is my squad?”

“Glad to hear you are ready. Your squad is onboard this vessel, on deck E; you best head down to meet them. I will be down as soon as we reach the Yetton system.”

“Aye, Aye; Sir!” She saluted.

“Dismissed.”

With that, she had begun her latest mission; to capture a man she had known for a long part of her life. Her optical device brought up the information for the members of her squad, which at the current time lacked a name to identify it. There were three profiles on the visual;
    Tarak Pond
          Human Male, Second Lieutenant, Status “Classified”
    Natli Aldsil
          Twi'lek Female, Ensign, Status "Classified”
    Alcen Quelcin
          Echani Female, Ensign, Status “Classified"

“That’s a lot of nothing.” She said, in regards to the data. She would have to meet these people and learn from them first hand.

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