Balen led Einarr through the corridors of the 'Tide of Freedom' amongst the republic crew the newly augmented Imperial felt the stares and the hate filled glances thrown his way for his tattered and blood caked flight suit, the VE patch and the 153rd regeants patches displayed proudly on the tattered sleeve. A pair of crewmen stepped out into formation behind them, a quick swivel of his new eye revealing both to be mon cal's of the familiar darkwater creche. Einarr moved forward a bit and in an undertone said to Balen "Our family does seem to be rather popular on this ship" he swiveled his biological eye back to indicate to his cousin the pair escorting them.

"Why yes, you will find the Republics fleet does value its members from Dac, this ship more than most perhaps." Galen stopped in the middle of the corridor bringing the minor procession to a halt. On your left is Lieutenant Argen and to the right is Ensign Latri, gentlemen we do appreciate the escort but is there a special reason for it?"

The pair of mon cal's looked slightly abashed as they looked at one another "Sir, the rest of the officers did not want to risk you no matter if it is with one of the lost ones. We thought it best to accompany you to prevent any issues arising by any crewman's misunderstanding" Argen said.

Balen nodded then turned to Einarr his lips moving to form the mon cal equivalent of a smile "Do you have any issues with an escort cousin? At least it is one from your family."

"Not at all, it will give me an opportunity to... how did you put it 'review my loyalty to our people?' since now I know we were not all exterminated when the rebels... err I mean the new republic took Dac from the Imperial government. perhaps they may even facilitate your cause in swaying those self same loyalties, though I doubt it." They shared a laugh before the party continued onward, the stares now tempered with respect for the Commander and his officers. They reached the mess hall without incident and a table cleared quickly as soon as they cleared the door. They got food then sat quietly at the open table, Einarr sat there flexing his new mechanical hand listening to the sounds of the servo's and myomer muscles shifting in their open casing. "wouldn't happen to know if this gear is waterproof would you? Hate to take a shower and die, be a real pity to survive to this point just to be killed by a quick shower."

Balen chuckled "that it would, but the prosthesis we use are made on dac, and are watertight. Once the hand has had time to acclimate we will apply a layer of synthskin same as with your eye and face and it will be as good as new. The Synthskin we use is even designed to cycle blood and you will regain your old pattern after a short period. Granted for now the power and functions are turned down or off while you are a prisoner, but I'd like to believe that one day you will join us and we can enable full function."

"As much as I appreciate the courtesy shown to me and your request, I must decline. I am an Enlisted Pilot with the VE and so I can not allow myself to turn my colors and fight for those who seek to destroy them."

"Do not the Vast Imperials seek to destroy us in kind same as the rest of the Remnant ilk?" This from Latri in a quiet tone, the younger mon cal seemed almost embarrassed to have spoken.

"We are not the same as them, have you seen a none monkey fight for them? Much less be treated as an equal? The VE fights for their own ideals and to redeem the Empire that was lost. You do recall the cause of that loss do you not young one?" Einarr replied, the humor in his voice adding potent venom to the barb aimed at the ensign.

"Now now boys, settle down, no need for a war in the mess hall. We all have our own views and lets respect them. Now then,we have a perfectly good meal... by navy standards anyway... lets eat shall we?" As they began to dig into their meals they noticed for the first time the sailors and marines around them staring, some of them confused, others enraged over the obvious hostile tones played between the group. Realizing they had all been speaking Mon Calamarian from habit rather than standard the tension between them broke lose in a flood of bubbling laughter at the hapless crew and marines. The Commander stood and addressing the room stated in standard "nothing to see here, its just a family discussion with the family Devilsquid in the room. Carry on." The trio of republic officers broke into fresh laughter at this as the mess hall returned to relative normalcy.

"So a devilSquid am I? Don't think I've heard that one in a while. Well better a DevilSquid than a toad, the Devilsquid always has a bite." Einarr chuckled to himself before finishing his meal, the rations disappearing in short order. He sat quietly considering his options as he waited for his erstwhile escorts. As the Republic officers finished their meal they stood together and turned for the door to be met by a party of marines looking rather disgruntled.

"Commander Balen, the prisoner is to follow us to the brig to be held with the rest of the scum. Come along remnant." The marines each drew a Dc-15 pistol and moved to form up around their new prisoner but were stopped when the darkwater group moved between them led by Commander Balen.

"Now soldiers, where are your orders? The admiral entrusted him to me and mine, so without orders I am afraid I can not allow you to do that. now step aside" the commander was interrupted by Einarr stepping around him and into the marines formation.

"Shall we? I am sorry cousin but I belong with my fellow soldiers. You know where I will be if you need me." Einarr called as the formation began moving off.

"as you will then, but marines understand he is to be delivered unharmed. If he is damaged en-route or 'killed while escaping' then I will have your livers for breakfast understood?" Commander Balen called after them.

The guard detachment soon was out of range of the Commander and the marines began asserting their authority with a bump here or a sudden stop causing Einarr to bump into one of them. He used this opportunity to stumble and reach quickly into one of the marines and steal a small knife off the mans belt pretending to have trouble getting up as he slid the blade into his boot. "my apologies sir, but if you stop suddenly like that I am not going to have an easy time stopping in time."

"Shut up squid boy, we'll stop whenever we like" came from a feline faced Cathar behind him with a malicious chuckle.

"You'd best not insult your betters, odd for a prissy little cat like yourself to play at being a mud puppie. Trying to avoid the fleas?" This illicited a chuckle from the other marines. The now enraged marine stepped forward and raised his free hand.

"Think you can insult me and get away with it fish bait?" The cathar charged Einarr swinging a wild punch intended to impact his head, but was interrupted by a burly Devronian who caught the cathars fist and redirected the blow to the deck.

"Did you forget the Commanders warning? I want to smash this little squid as bad as you do but that is not a bargain I want to make. So calm down and lets get this little imp to the brig." The Cathar appeared to see reason at this point and stepped back into position.

"Ok but one more comment like that and I will"

This time he was interrupted by Einarr himself "quit crying or you'll be late for your flee bath Ryll breath" the Devronian roared with laughter before he gave Einarr a solid push forward. Two more corridors and they arrived at the guard station to the brig. A correlian stepped forward and presented the datapad at his hip with the prisoner transfer papers. The guard logged the forms and Einarr was escorted through to a cell with 4 other prisoners, 3 of them VE 1 of them a Remnant pilot. From the uniforms he knew the 3 VE were marines and so he approached the seargent and saluted.

"So what brings you here sailor? Not often we see a fly boy with his wings clipped that bad." the marine said as he stood and returned the salute, then pointed at the mechanized hand.

"Yeah ended up taking on a capital ship the hard way. How about you?" The remnant pilot stared in disgust at Einarr as he and his fellow VE moved off to a corner to discuss matters.

"Oh the usual, we get tossed aboard a ship to show the squiddies how to fight and we run into some minor turbulence. the ship hit hyper with us still on-board." The marines grinned as their sergeant said this.

"Damn squid lovers, why would you be buddy buddy with that damn beast? Your humans the pride of the evolutionary race."

The Ve troops turned in unison to stare at the Remnant pilot "And your supposed to be something special? Want me to go have them send you a banana monkey boy? Granted those of my race may not be the most aggressive, but at least we don't espouse the glory of being able to climb a tree, literal or otherwise." The marines serious expression broke down into chuckles as the remnant pilot seemed to choke on his words. "Now be a good boy and go play with your toys quiet like in the corner and let the adults talk in peace." The marines quiet chuckles turned to guffaws of laughter as the remnant pilot retreated back to his corner. Einarr used subtle hand signs to signal to the marines to cover him from the cameras and their cellmate so he and the sergeant could talk. "So what do you guys have left as far as equipment?" he asked the sergeant.

"your pretty much looking at it, obviously they took anything we could use to fight when they captured us." The marine smiled as Einarr palmed the knife from his boot and handed it off to him. "Well its not much but it may just save our hindquarters if push comes to shove. Thanks"

Einarr nodded "Any of you guys an engineer or slicer? they got most of my cyberware disabled or toned down and I think it could use an adjustment." the sergeant nodded and patted one of the other troopers on the shoulder, she cycled in as he moved out to the outer edge to block the cameras.

"What'cha need fly boy? They took my pad but I might be able to do some minor tuning." Einarr produced the tool he had gotten from the floor of his cell from where it was hidden in his pocket and she took it with an almost gleeful expression. "well this helps, now let me see that arm of yours." Einarr extended the cybernetic right arm and she leaned in the tool moving in quick motions as she adjusted a tension bracket here, a servo motor here, then popped loose a board and began breaking loose a circuit soldered onto the board. "Here is your main issue. if I had a pad I could modify it but without it the strength will be set to almost max, so be careful when you shake off after hitting the head. If you can get me something I can hardwire to your visual implant with I can give you a bit more range, but for now this is about the best I can do."

"Thanks, its more than I coulda hoped for when I was stuck in that medbay cell. Names Einarr Ghylthir, not to be confused with the other Darkwater creche mon cals wandering around this ship. I'll see if I can do anything else to improve our chances here."

"The other Darkwater Creche? Whats that supposed to mean, are you in cahoots with these rebel dogs or something?"

Einarr laughed "not for lack of their trying, turns out I am related to quite a few of them on this ship. The Commander is actually a cousin of mine apparently." Suspicion crossed his comrades faces at this news, and they took a half step away from him, the sergeant moving to the closest spot once more and fingering the hilt of the knife now tucked in behind his wide belt.

"Your a spy aren't you, come to trap us into making a mistake. haven't you?"

"If I were a spy would I have armed you? I aim to return to the VE and my squadron, and I will eliminate anything that stands in my way."

The sergeant nodded slowly "you sound honest,but if you make one wrong move I will slit you from chin to toes. Understand me? My squad comes first fly boy." Einarr nodded, mutual understanding not necessarily giving way to mutual trust.

"Got any demands you want me to forward to my illustrious cousin next I see of him? They still have to apply the synthskin to this arm. So I can almost guarantee he will be there. Perhaps I can get her a datapad under the excuse of needing reading material, or pick another fight with one of these rebel mud puppies for some more gear."

"Just don't get caught and don't endanger my squad, and if you betray us I will be there to finish you. now we will keep watch in pairs of 2, you and akito take 2nd watch. Me and Ranson will take 1st. get some sleep fly boy, you got 8 hours." He gestured to Einarr and the female combat engineer first then to himself and the other marine. They moved over to a set of over under bunks attached to the far wall. Einarr and Akito took the lower 2 bunks while the other 2 took the top. Einarr lay there staring at the bunk above  for a long time before the darkness claimed him once more.


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Einarr awoke to the now familiar diagnostic feed screening across his right field of vision, he moved to sit up and was surprised at the sensations restored to his right hand. The cold of the medical cot, the texture of the light blanket, the feel of new nerves and muscles adjusting around the metallic bone and servo's of his right hand. He lifted it in front of his face and examined the new synthflesh covering the appendage, the gray of the synthflesh already giving way to his natural green with black flecks skin tone to match the intact flesh on his left side. It was lighter in tone than the organic flesh, but from what Balen had said it should be restored to full coloration in short order.

Einarr stood and moved to the door of his cell then raised his new hand, seems like as good a test as any he thought to himself as he pounded on the door 3 times. "Hey you Republic puppies, I'm ready to go back to my people." Einarr yelled the room turning into a echo room and hopefully giving the eavesdroppers listening to the room a shock. The light on the side panel turned green as a chime sounded and the door slid quietly open.

"Ah cousin so how was your stay with 'your people' as you insist on calling them? I understand the accommodations were not to your liking?" Galen stood there in the doorway, his uniform immaculate as usual and the familiar expression gracing his lip-less beak.

"I found them more to my liking than the escort I left your company in. I trust that annoying feline is making a recovery? Or did his unfortunate accident remove the lat life from that poor cat?"

"Oh he will recover, he will also spend the duration of this trip on the less desirable tasks for an infantry man. You know, scrubbing the waste treatment pipes, cleaning the barracks facilities... I have not yet decided whether he will do these things with his own toothbrush yet. Striking a prisoner like that without cause is not the type of action we approve of in this fleet... after all we are not the Empire."

"touche cousin, so shall we get down to negotiations? You know boredom leads quickly to discontent especially with prisoners. Yet we have no reading materials or exercise equipment, nothing with which to do but the most basic of calisthenics. Nothing to entertain the body, or the mind except for that poor delusional remnant pilot who has dreams of being the 'master race.' Is it so uncalled for for us to have the basics to keep boredom at bay. Its not as if we were asking for ships and weapons with which to make a great escape."

Galen considered this for several moments before replying "I think something could be arranged, but we would of course need something of commiserate value."

"What would be considered commiserate value? Intel on the Remnant pilot which might put your marines in danger? I refuse to tell you anything on the VE troops, or on the VE in general... but since the enemy of my enemy is my supposed friend I'd say the remnant is fair game. Of course then I'd have to know the price of the Intel on my enemy to my enemy."

"Well in order to give you a price I would first have to understand the nature of the Intel now wouldn't I. So it seems we are at a crossroads are we not?"

"hmmm... granted, well what if I were to reveal to you the presence of a concealed weapon on the pilot in question and the location of said weapon. What concessions would you grant me then?" Einarr watched his cousin, ready to move to silence him if the need arose but appearing calm to the casual viewer.

"that might be worth certain datapad and work out equipment privileges. It depends on the value and risk of said weapon." The commander watched Einarr adopting the same posture of calm readiness as his cousin. They stood in silence considering their options, Balen drew a small device from his pocket then closed the door behind him, Einarr tensed as Balen flipped a switch but instead of a sudden sensation or a climatic event the cameras on their swivel motors sagged and a white-noise suffused the room. "Ok lets talk. I know about your knives and I want your oath on the matter that you will not use them on MY crew. Once we drop you and your troopers at Dantooine I don't care, the senate has given the privilege of running the facility we have orders to drop you at to a private interest. Despite your loyalties I would hate to send a member of my family into that without some kind of defense. We are due there in 6 hours so I may not have the chance to talk to you again before then. All I ask is you don't use what items you gain access to on my crew and I will help how I can."

"Could you perhaps lose us in transit, perhaps near someplace we can gain access to a ship?"

"Not likely, though rumor has it the Shipyards has a stash of ships located in the area to the north of the compound itself. There are a few of our cousins in the area who may have respect for family duty as we do." Galen handed Einarr a chip with the DarkWater creche sigil on it and a keycard.

"OK cousin, you have my oath. Any chance of replacement clothing? mine is getting a bit beyond ragged. Also check the Remnant pilots boot, I suspect a pressure plate on the toe, he has been careful not to put to much pressure on them."

"Thank you cousin. I'll have new gear brought out for you and those VE marines, we should be able to use this sudden discovery to draw attention the the remnant pilot and away from you and yours. Sorry we won't be able to duplicate your patches so you will have to use your old ones. Shortly after you get back, you and yours will be escorted to the ships rec room. use that card on the case you find under the 3rd bench, but keep it quiet and remember your oath. I hope I never have to face you in battle, but if I do I regret that we will meet as enemies." The Mon cals shook hands and a flip of a switch brought the cameras up and canceled the white noise. The door opened at a signal from Balen and the Devronian marine from earlier stood waiting to escort einarr back to the cell.

The one man escort was almost anticlimactic after the full squad brought him out, and as the door to the cell entered he noticed the looks of relief that crossed his fellow VE members faces. "We thought they shot you out there, what was that gunshot we heard?"  He signaled them to gather around and when he had them gathered around he looked at the sarge.

"OK here shortly there will be someone coming to take us to the rec room where we can get cleaned up but before that I need each of your word that we will not intentionally harm a crew member on this ship. If we do we will be in the same boat as monkey boy. My cousin is going  to use him to mask our entry into the prison camp, so keep what we got concealed until we are dirt side. After that let me handle it I may have our ticket off that rock and back home." The Sarge and his squad looked both shocked and hopeful at the same time, as they stood and waited.

After 20 minutes of waiting the door once more slid open and Lieutenant Argen entered. The 4 walked over at the mon cals gesture their eyes watching the snoozing remnant officer as they exited and were led out off to the rec room in silence. As they entered the first thing they noticed was 4 sets of fresh utilities resting on the weight benches. Argen turned to Einarr and the two switched to the mon calimarian language.

"Wait here for the guard unit to take you to the shuttle, the wall lockers are coded 4444 and have a sewing kit and other items which should be useful. Just be careful cousin, and don't forget the case."

"Thanks, we will keep our word and hopefully be out of your hair and on our way in short order. Give my best to the rest of the family as well as my thanks." Argen turned and left, the cameras deactivating and a white-noise triggering as the door sealed shut behind him.

"OK folks we are clear, locker combo is 4444, grab the gear and lets get cleaned up." The marines made for the lockers and the fresh uniforms as Einarr moved to the third bench and pulled the case from under it. Sliding the keycard into the receiver the lid opened to reveal his cousins gift, 4 compact versions of the DC-15 pistol. "sarge, a moment of your time if you would."

The marine walked over and looked in the case "Who did you have to sell to get all this worked out? It was 'monkey boy' wasn't it?" Einarr nodded then flashed the sigil he had received. He then picked up the uniform resting on the bench and sliding a DC-15 from the case he slipped it into a hidden holster inside the uniform shirt being careful to show the sarge the location of the pocket he had been familiar with from his old mon cal made work coveralls. The Sergeant nodded then took the case over to the other uniforms repeating the process. Under the pistols was a blank format datapad open to use, this was given to Akita who slipped it into a trouser side pocket. Setting the uniforms in the lockers they headed for the showers. A short time later they returned, and donning their new uniforms began stripping the patches from their old uniforms for transfer to the new ones. With their newly acquired gear hidden away in their uniforms, and their bodies freshly cleaned they each picked up on of the basic datapads from a table by the wall and began idly passing the time on them. They began with searches for maps of their destination and any news not screened from their privileges on these limited pads, in a what seemed like a short time the white noise faded and the cameras reactivated heralded by the sound of 3 ringing tones.

5 minutes passed between this event and the appearance of a guard contingent led by the Devronian. Einarr approached the devronian and offered his hand which the marine took with a grin behind his face plate. "Guess we will have to wait for that drink friend, tell Sinden next time I'll see about stripping a few more lives from that cat if we meet again." the devronian could not contain his laughter at this and so he turned and began leading the procession towards the docking bay and their waiting shuttle.
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A splatter of blood exploded out of Echelon’s mouth as the Remnant guard punched him in the stomach. A surge of pain flashed through his body, and he let out a small groan. The Remnant grunt pushed him to the floor, and he fell flat like a board.

“Vastie scum,” the guard muttered. He was a Chiss, though a big one at that. He towered above Echelon (who was considered tall) in an intimidating manner. His dark blue skin casted an orb of despair above him, and his menacing red eyes pierced Echelon like a knife, which he expected wasn’t to far behind.

He grabbed Echelon by the back of his uniform, and yanked him up. Now standing, Echelon was face to face with his tormenter. If Chiss could show teeth, this one would. Hate and pain was all Echelon was thinking of, though he couldn’t distinguish one from the other. The Chiss pushed him, and Echelon slammed into the cell wall, and slumped to the floor. He may have been weak, but he wanted to make this Chiss bleed. Badly.

He ignored the pain, and bolted up from the ground. Pulling his fist back, he came up, and in one fluid motion, his fist slammed up under the Chiss’ jaw. The guard fell back and to the ground. Echelon wasn’t done yet. He would have a few moments before reinforcements came for the guard.

This guard and several others had decided to break Remnant rules, and beat Echelon to a bloody pulp. The others were watching hysterically from the security, via camera. Now they would realize that the tides were turned.

Echelon dived on the grounded Chiss, slamming his fist into his stomach. He screeched in pain, but Echelon continued. He was in beserker mode. He stood and yanked the guard up before throwing him into the prison cell wall. He slumped to the floor holding his stomach. A moment later he coughed up some blood.

Echelon, bringing his foot back to kick Chiss, was tackled by another Remnant guard. The guard pulled out a shot and drove it into Echelon’s arm, injecting the bluish fluid. A few minutes later, Echelon was out cold and shackled in his prisoner cell.



Commander Santeve stood in the front of his bridge staring aimlessly at the viewport. A field of stars flying by. Captain of the ISD Berchious, he was here a lot. Currently the Berchious was fleeing from the battle at Belgaroth, an upsetting defeat for the Remnant. Everything had been fine for the Remnant until the Atrus came into the system, and bombarded their fleet.

The bridge was currently very mellow. The defeat was definitely not a morale booster, and many lives had been lost. A quiet hum filled the room. Santeve wasn’t sure if it was from the bridge terminals or the ship it self.
Suddenly, a Bridge communications officer came up to Santeve. He was dressed in the standard Imperial garment, with a head of black hair, and light blue eyes.

“Sir,” he stated in a plain tone, “one of the prisoners we have on board has a large New Republic bounty on his head. He’s a human by the name of Finbar Bandoran. Escaped from the Fearless when we took her down. We captured his escape pod.”

“Good,” Santeve replied, “he will be useful for us.” He smiled. It had been the moment he had been waiting for. His wife, who had been captured by the New Republic ten years ago, would finally be coming home. His one and only love.

“Contact the New Republic fleet, and tell them we’ll prisoner exchange him for-” He paused, and turned away from the officer, hiding a tear from his eyes. “For my wife. Captain Santeve. Give them some random space coordinates near by to go to, and set us on a course to where ever that is. Pronto. I want to see my wife soon.”

He brought up his hands to wipe the residual moisture from his eyes. For the first time in ten years, he was happy, and he showed it, with a discreet small smile.



It was only a day later when the small New Republic CR-90 entered the system accompanied by a squadron of X-Wings. He had been sent out in a small Imperial shuttle to the New Republic ship. Santeve didn’t trust a lot of people, but he knew when it came to swapping prisoners, the New Republic was honest.

A gun from a Remmie stormtrooper prodded him in the back, urging him forward. They were in the tiny docking bay of the CR-90, just big enough for an Imperial shuttle. He stepped down the ramp and passed a middle aged woman who ran up past him and hugged the body of the captain. He proceeded forward, and looked for anyway to escape, he had, after all, escaped a CR-90 before, but that was with help, and this one didn’t look like it had any X-Wings in it.

A group of New Republic soldiers clamped some bindings on his wrist and led him to his cell, where this time, he wasn’t beaten.

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It has been 2 years since he was first relegated to this camp and Einarr's crew was slowly growing, it was coming time to make their way home. Galen had returned a few times for visits occasionally bringing gifts from the homeworld, one of which Einarr was currently wearing. The calf length robe was made of a synthetic fiber designed to absorb energy blasts and bind thrusting weapons, the sash which bound it at the waist making the dark green with silver trim look like the robe of a force user rather than that of a pilot turned prisoner.

Einarr strolled calmly along the main road of the camp his cybernetic eye whirring in loops in its socket as it observed the recently changed patrol routes of the guards on the walkways above and catalogued each ones weapons and gear. He slid into a one of the ramshackle tents as a flight of clone era torrents buzzed low over the camp making several guards grip the railing tight to keep from being pitched over the side.

"Good afternoon Akito, anything interesting happen today?" Einarr asked as he slid into the Marine Engineers tent.

"Negative sir, ready for your weekly maintenance session?" the human replied with a smile gracing her lips.

"Of course, though if we could hurry it along, it would be appreciated for I am needed at the motor pool shortly to assist that fool of a mechanic they have. You would think one of those buggy little verpine would keep those things better maintained."

"I will do what I can sir, please have a seat" Akito pulled a chair away from a dilapidated table covered in small tools, a thin camouflaged cable running under the edge of the table to a jack in her shoulder, a second lead hidden in her palm ready to pull the weeks intel out of his hardwares memory. Einarr sat and slowly rolled up his right sleeve to reveal the inset jack just below his elbow as well as the concealed leads running to the panel on his rib cage just below his slightly atrophied gills. The data transfer was completed in short order concluding with a beep from the datapad concealed in the under table alcove. Akito removed the lead from Einarr's arm and tugged it sharply causing it to roll back into its casement in the hideaway.

"Many thanks, Akito, I will check back in as soon as I can." Einarr turns and leaves the tent moving fast for the outskirts on the northern edge of the prison camp. His wristband pinged as it was scanned by the security droid emplaced in a small gate leading into a security station on the ground level of the camp and einarr walked slowly past before turning sharply to the right past the checkpoint and into the motor pool. Rows of old Swamp speeders and LAATS stood outside a small duracrete garage, a small green Verpine sitting in the cab of a hovertruck was arguing with a pair of gamorrean mercs as he approached, the static of both parties translators causing more confusion.

"We do not agree, We told you that your vehicle would be ready after the next cycle" the Verpine argued.

"I want it now!" roared the larger of the two gamo's as Einarr stepped up to stand beside the hover trucks door.

"May I be of assistance Kryllet? You look like these things are giving you trouble." Einarr said as he pulled a heavy spanner from the cargo compartment of the truck.

"Ah Einarr, We are pleased to see you this day. A cargoskiff that is not scheduled to be finished for another solar cycle is apparently required by these Gamorreans. We are not done with it, indeed we have not even had time to begin work on it." Kryllet replied, the Gamo's getting aggravated over the lack of progress.

"I understand, just sign me in with the authorizations and I will get it fixed for you. I assume they will need it restocked as well?"

Kryllets antenna waved in relief then abruptly stiffened in wariness. "The Hive appreciates your offer, but rulings negate allowance of unsupervised trespass. If human command finds out we could be sanctioned." Einarr waved away the objections with his synthetic hand.

"How many times have I helped you out my fine Hive minded friend. You need help and you know how lax they are in actually watching over those who make it past the security gates. I give you my word of honor that nothing I do will reflect negatively on you or your honorable Hive."

Kryllet considered this for a moment, his antenna waving as he consulted his fellows and reached consensus. "We trust you friend of the hive. We give you our thanks!" The Verpine tapped on his datapad for a few moments, extracted a keycard and passed it to Einarr before turning on the dorsal fans and speeding away to the cries of the Gamorrean mercs being sprayed by dust and gravel.

Einarr switched his translator over to the Gamorreans language. "If you will please direct me to your cargoskiff I will get to work on it immediately." The larger of the two smirked and shrugged before leading the way to a cargoskiff parked beside a LAAT with a torn apart port engine.

Einarr thought to himself as he followed the brutes 'Excellent, if I can pin the access violations onto these two lackeys I can copy their access and get my men out of here without breaking my word to the hive master. Thus I can keep the goodwill of the hive for later need.' A cold smile creased Einarrs face as he mounted the steps the the skiff and moved to an access plate. "Honorable sirs, I will need the codes to power down the batteries and containment cells if you want me to get this working in time. These nacelle fans need replaced and that mk4 fornicator valve needs replaced" Einarr pointed to the flywheel which had seen better days on one of the sub engines and then to a master control board and smiled as he thought to himself 'fornicator valve indeed, if I can swap that board I can get all the codes I need and they will be well and truly fornicated.' The Gamo shrugged and tossed the Keychip to Einarr obviously confused by the technobabble before he and his comrade turned and dismounted the skiff. Einarr began disassembling the engine as he plotted out the escape plan.

After a few minutes he dismounted with the flywheel and the control board in a crate and headed for the warehouse. The keycard he was issued worked like a charm at the warehouse control door and he entered without incident. He swiftly moved to the proper row and swapped the old for a new flywheel and then using the large crates and racks for cover jacked into the control board with his cybernetic arm, he quickly copied the data into a subfolder on one of his internal memory crystals that Akito had installed nearly 6 months ago. He then repacked the crate and returned to the Skiff to begin reassembling the skiffs engines. It took nearly a quarter hour to reassemble the engine with the new flywheel and control board, then he reoptimized the settings and locked the panel back down before restoring power.

The Gamorreans stood by the security gate waiting with signs of agitation as Einarr brought the repaired Skiff around to them and passed over the keychip before heading back into the motorpool to track down Kryllet and return the keycard with the basic access on it. "It is done friend, the Gamo's have their skiff repaired and back out. They should trouble you no more." Einarr said as he handed off the keycard.

"On behalf of the Hive you have our thanks Einarr, we would have been in much trouble if not for your timely assistance. Please return later and we will have more work for you if you are willing."

Einarr nodded and smiled before turning for the path back to camp and his meeting with his co-conspirators. Moving swiftly through the camp a group of heavily built Cathar bearing red brands on their cheeks fell in behind him and a pair of large humans in slightly tattered VE uniforms  took the lead shielding Einarr from the worst of the bad elements which sought to rob or hinder those who appeared weak or unguarded. They came to a stop outside a large tent before taking up positions outside to keep watch while Einarr went inside.

"Good Evening Admiral Stone, how goes the planning session?" Einarr asked as he entered the tent, the tall human in full Imp remnant dress uniform seeming to be as clean and well kempt as the day he arrived almost a year ago. His pressed black uniform  seemed to never show the dust, dirt, or mud prevalent in this environment.

"Good Evening Master Ghylthir, I trust today has gone well for you?" The human replied with a touch of sarcasm on the word master. Einarr smiled as he moved to the table at the center of the tent and subtly slid the lead from his arm into the datapad sitting on the table and copied the codes from the skiff to the pad.

"Today is going well for us all, so long as you still wish to seek asylum with the true empire rather than that scrap of remnant who left you behind. I got the codes, and now so do you. Prepare your men we move soon." Without looking back Einarr turned for the door and exited the tent, his guards falling in around him as they headed for Akito's tent.


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The party made good time through the dark tunnel, the light from Einarr's prosthetic set just behind the Defel Marine in the lead  as the bat like soldier blended seamlessly into the dark. The tunnel ended in a large set of doors with a single robotic reader eye inset, upon their approach the eye scanned the group and finding both Darkwater and Deepwater represented the doors ground open on silent bearings into what appeared to be a large underground hangar bay. The racks lining the wall were covered in clone era armors as well as a few modified armors. Other racks contained heavier weapons including modern C4-czn's, A280s, vibroblades in various configurations and styles and A295's. A pair of heavily modified ETA-5's rested on pads at the far end, a LAAT at rest on a pad between them. "Ok Folks, load up what weapons and gear we can use. Roland and I will take the ETA's, Sunder your pilot on the LAAT, Ta'Se'Roh and Ragnar, door guns if you please. Lets get to it folks." As if his voice broke the stunned silence the team broke in several different directions trying on bits of armor or picking up arms and checking the loads. Einarr moved to a secluded corner and checked a set of oddly shaped crates before laughing and loading them on a gravlift to load on his ETA 5. Sunder moved over to read the crate and upon doing so took a step back and watched Einarr warily.

"What does he mean 'A leviathan for the Devilsquid in the family?'" she asked as she watched Einarr.

"Oh a little surprise for the ground pounders if it comes to that." Einarr laughed rather evilly. "I really should thank my cousin for it someday." He slid the oddly shaped crate into the storage locker on the outside of the ETA 5 then went to look for armor in his size. He found it on a back rack, a set of clone era amphibious Marine armor with a mon cal modified helmet, he quickly opened the clamshell snaps on the armor and removed his robe, then he began dressing in the body glove, then the underlay, and finally the armor itself. He stowed the robes inside the pouch on the rear of the armor then began searching the racks for a rifle. He found a suitable A280 and slung it over his shoulder then moved back to the ships to wait for the remainder of his team to assemble.

A half cycle later the team had finished loading the LAAT and had refueled and armed all 3 craft. Einarr was mad that they were overdue on scheduled time and the lack of communication with the camp left him in the dark as to the situation there. "Ok folks lets get this show on the road. Sunder, lets pop the top and get in the air. Roland, concentrate on defending the transport. Welcome back to the war ladies and gentlemen, we are fighting for our freedom and surrender is not an option here. Lets give them hell." a chorus of 'Oorah's' and similar sentiments rattled back over the comm channel as a pair of launch catapults picked up the ETA's and a cargo door slid open above the LAAT. Any thoughts were pushed violently out of Einarrs head as the catapult launched the ETA 5 into the blue sky. Einarr twisted the yoke hard to bring the ETA 5 in a loop over the cache, Roland taking position on his wing as the LAAT rose slowly into the air. "Norsedragoon to SnapDragon, lets clear the air and give Kraken a little room to breathe." Einarr called over the comms.

"Confirmed Norse, opening up and going weapons hot." Roland rolled his craft and opened up the throttle as they both sped towards the prison camp the sensors probing ahead to reveal only a pair of torrents on overwatch of the camp. Einarr tagged the one to the left of the formation leaving Roland the one on the right. The ETA's burned in fast giving the lazy pilots in the enemy fighters little to no time to act before paired laser cannons ripped the cockpits from their fuselage. Burning fragments of the torrents rained down on the walls of the camp before detonating the remaining fuel in a mushroom cloud. Einarr turned in a tight spiral to observe the damage, mercenaries lay sprawled around what appeared to be their barracks. The catwalk above the camp seemed in the process of collapsing and a mob of men in tattered remnant uniforms seemed to be overwhelming the remaining guards around the main gate and flooding outside the walls. "Snapdragon, how do things look on your end of the camp?" Einarr asked as he pivoted the ETA on its wing and kicked a 3 second burst of power to the repulsorlift engine to reorient."

"Snapdragon to Norse, this end is secured, ground element treadhead has taken the motor pool and we will have some help in the air shortly."

"Confirmed Snapdragon, Kraken, how goes the delivery?"

"Kraken to Norse, Delivery has been made. Secondary elements will be ready to roll in 5, providing overwatch on cleanup."

"Confirmed Kraken, keep me posted" A flash on his right caused Einarr to rotate the ETA in a fast spin the surface to air missile barely missing his ship. Einarr kicked in the repulsorlift and piveted the craft in an arc before ripple firing a barrage of concussion missiles into the area the SAM originated from. He watched as secondary explosions rocked the area, a merc ammo dump must have been caught in the blast.

"Trident flight in the air sir" 5 torrents lifted into the air, their IFF's calling out the VE signal a couple moments later.

"Helcat flight, in the air brother" The Red Claws have gotten a flight in the air as well.

"Talwar flight, ready to roll sir" another VE IFF signal set began broadcast.

"Holiday flight, grabbing some ozone" the final flight launched flying the Remnant flag.

"Good to have you all aboard ladies and gents, Talwar, Helcat, go LEO and see about getting us some larger transport. Holiday, Trident, cleanup the ground forces. Snapdragon, you got ground command. Kraken load a force of Marines you're with me. I'm going LEO lets get it done so we can head for home folks." The merc troops had begun surrendering enmass as Einarr began climbing with the 2 flights and the LAAT.


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Onboard the Dantooine drydock facility:

Einarr scanned each corridor as he crossed it following the navbeacons which blinked in his helmet display. He was making good time on his path to the maintence hatch in arm 23 of the drydock facility when he encountered the first of the automated sentry turrets in an intersection. The platform warmed to life in a shower of spent casings being expelled as armor piercing slugs tracked across the wall in a quest for Einarrs fast moving form. Framents of durasteel and plasteel panels and molding sprayed across his armored carpace as Cassius swiveled the minitorpedo launcher mounted on the shoulder into line and launched a low charge round into the turret blasting a hole in the overhead. Einarr was knocked hard into the wall, the durasteel cratering around his armor with the impact as the ceiling crashed down into the corridor bringing the turret with it. The force of the blow knocked Einarr unconscious within the Leviathin suit. Moments passed as Einarr lay locked within the suit, Cassius running subroutines to try to rouse him as the AI began working the suits servos to free itself from the encasing wall. The shattered ceiling began giving way slowly to the cold expanse of space and as the first cracks formed bulkhead doors slid closed to lock the corridor down in an air tight seal. The final thin wall of durasteel gave way in a shreiking wall of escaping atmosphere which jerked the armored Leviathin suit from the wall the pauldron of the suit snagging a ragged end of ceiling fragment being the only thing keeping him from being thrown into space to drift.

Consciousness returned slowly to Einarr's battered form, the diagnostics of his cybernetics listing off a barrage of disabled systems and damaged suit components. Einarr cursed as he read the list:

low g mag wheels -disabled
automatic ammo feed -jammed
Suit armor integrity -70%
O2 filter quality -74% 4 hours left
Fragstorm shotgun -Action jammed/disabled
Reactor Capacity -60%
Myomer density -fragmented at 86%

"Cassius, status update. What in the depths happened here?"

A buzz began in the back of his head as neronetwork connections were reformed. 'Statement: Misestimation of payload to target has opened corridor to space. Primary operator rendered out of action. Result: Enemy cr-90 rapidly approaching preset target point. Enemy infantry still holding boarding ramp. Allied force still blocked. Estimation: Window for action rapidly closing. Suggestion: Attempt EVA using limited resources currently available to board target Gamma from current position.'

"Cassius, does your programming allow for zero-g course planning and adjustment?"

'Confirmed. The parameters for zero g are not to differnt than those for aquatic manuevering.' Einarr nodded as he reached out with his right arm and hooked a length of scrapped support beam and pulled himself loose from the snag on his pauldron. Cassius took control of the suits servos and with gentle pulses of the calf mounted vents for underwater movement guided the the suit through the breach and into space before cutting out. Einarr drifted out from the drydock as the suits jets slowly fired correction bursts to bring him in line with the cargo hatch of the Gozanti in the distance. The servos in his suit brought his arms out slowly to balance him as he drifted and slowly picked up momentum towards the massive craft. His biological eye swiveled around taking in the sheer expanse of trackless space intermingled with the silent embers of distant stars and the blink of guidance lights littering the horizon from his relatively slow moving position. The suit brought up his legs in a curl close to his chest as it rotated his arms in a slow pattern which put his body in a slow head to heel spin bringing his feet and heels in line with the cargo hatch riding high on the frigates aft section several meters ahead and to the left of the radar dish. Cassius brought the suits legs out and arms flat against the armor as gentle bursts from the propulsion jets slowed Einarrs relative speed as he neared the hull of the ship. The magwheels on his suits feet whirred back to life the sound felt rather than heard in the airless vacuum as he touched down on the hull. The bearings were jammed preventing them being used to manuever on the magnetic surface but the magnetic grip itself held as Einarr was bent towards the control panel on the side of the cargohatch and the forearm of the suit extended a solid metal lead towards the socket. The lead entered the slot and began rotating in sequence as minute electrical pulses began working on slicing the control protocals and silencing the alarms.

The Cargo hatch ground open slowly in its track releasing a flood of pressurized air as Einarr worked the backup bolt on his right arms vambrace mounted rifle to ready a round and huddled low to keep from getting blown back into the grips of open space. As the outflow of air slowed he entered the expanse of the cargohold his sonar reached out in a series of pings forming a map around the various crates and pathways, cassius logging the debris floating inside the newly formed flood of vacuum filling the hold. A tally of the dead creatures adrift in the hold was calculated and displayed on his vision:

1 gungan
16 nuna
3 caged Kath hounds

Einarr drifted further in as the cargo hatch silently slid closed behind him and the interior pressure and air generator kicked back in to begin bringing the hold back to the proper levels. The gravity field adjustments Cassius had installed to circumvent the security alarms disengaged and einarr landed with a solid clang along with several crates and the wet sound of semi flash frozen corpses fell onto the deck as gravity in the hold was restored.

Einarr swiftly made his way to the inner hatch leading from the cargo hold thru a pair of storage rooms to the crew quarters. He checked the locks on both doors before moving further forward to the quadlaser gunnery stations where he found a pair of suprised human guards sitting at watch stations. Einarr leveled his right arm and with a thought command sent the single round through the brain pan of the first guard on the right side of the ship, the bloody debris staining the wall of the gunnery station behind the man in a smear of crimson as the newmade corpse dropped slowly to his knees then onto his back. Einarr had turned and leveled the now empty weapon at the second guard on the left as a whisp of smoke wafted gently from the barrel.

"Drop any weapons and strip or die." Einarr punctuated the command by quickly recocking the charging handle on the weapon loading a fresh round. The man stood stunned his eyes fixed on the remains of his comrade resting in a rapidly spreading pool of blood before charging Einarrs armored bulk in a fit of grief and rage. Einarr's round punched into the females throat, exiting through the spine and removing the screaming cranium with its horrified expression from the humans shoulders in a spray of gore. The womans head bounced once off the far bulkhead behind before settling onto the deck, her body collided with no effect but to stain the damaged coat of paint on Einarrs suit with the dirty crimson blood as her body slid back and down to rest at his feet. Einarr shook his head sadly as he once again worked the action of his weapon. "She should have surrendered..."

'Agreement: Force was not on her side. Logical decision was to lay down arms.'

"Agreed Cassius. Sometimes you never can tell with mammals."

'Comment: Confirmed, meat bags will be meat bags.'

Einarr turned from the gore stained scene and headed for the for the CIC just past the hatch. The door was locked but the work of Cassius and the slicing probe quickly overrode the lock and Einarr stood with one hand ready to hit the pressure switch on the door access panel as a thoughtclick extended the barbed blades of his divefins on either vambrace into combat position. It occured to Einarr that he had not recieved extensive combat training beyond the basic survival training in boot camp. "Cassius... Are you feeding me these combat manuevers? I was never trained for this yet I never thought twice about anything I have done since i put on this suit."

'Explanation: Confirmed. The combat actions are built into my programming and as such are now part of your neural network. Although there is a delay in getting your body to follow the programming for the suit servos.'

"What else have I been programmed to do?"

'Access level insufficient at this time for detailed list. Explanation: Your current access privleges are insufficient based on lack of knowledge. Please consult embedded file 413 when able. Suggestion: Not advised action in a combat zone, it will take you into an innerspace zone leaving your body unable to defend itself for the time you are reviewing.'

"Innerspace? wait nevermind. Lets get this done first." Einarr triggered the door, his armored form diving into the flight deck as the door was half open. The suit put him into a roll from which he came out of on his feet feeling the pinch armored plates left in soft tissue as he swept the empty room with the barrel of his rifle. Finding the room unoccupied he moved to the flight controls in the nose of the ship and began looking for the gangway release controls. 

He rested his right hand on the release lever he thoughtclicked the comm channel over to Kraken 1's channel. "Norse to Kraken 1, prepare for gangway release. Watch for rushers."

"Confirmed Norse, preparing for rushers."

Einarr pulled the lever then rushed back to the closed floor hatch leading to the gangway tunnel. Planting his feet firmly to the side of the hatch he leveled his right arm at it and prepared to punch a hole in the first thing through it. Cassius worked the left hand of the suit in a series of limbering exercises as he waited. The series of five lights on the hatch slowly changed from red to yellow to green one at a time as the locks disengaged on the hatch before it slowly began to swing open. First a furry hand then the head of a bothan emerged from the hatch to be met with the speeding mass of a full metal jacket slug. The dead bothan dropped back through the hatch, the sound of impacts echoing back through the open hatch as the body struck its comrades on the way back down the vibrating tunnel of the gangway. Einarr worked the action on his weapon again then leaned forward to peer through the hatch. The drydock side of the gangway had begun to detach starting the process of opening the path to vacuum 12 troopers lay interspresed down the tunnel where they had been knocked down by the dead bothans body. Cassius spotted a pair of them who were overlapped and raised the suits arm to level the rifle at the pair. A targetting algorithm brought up the best trajectory as the AI brought the barrel in line and sent a round through the first guys sternum between armor plates penetrating through the backplate to punch square into the trooper behinds faceplate. The round left a small entrance hole in the front of the first mans breastplate, a fist sized hole out the back. The round penetrated the second troopers faceplate with much less velocity allowing the flattened round to bounce twice inside the helmet. Neither man had time to so much as scream as the atmosphere filling the tunnel began its exodus through the drydock end of the gangway. 4 of the troopers managed to grab handholds as the remainder were pulled from the gangway by the force of the expelled air. Einarr pulled the hatch shut and locked it containing any chance the survivors had of escape. He then moved back to the flight deck and started warming up the controls.

"Norse to Kraken, Sitrep?"

"Kraken here. Escapees contained prisoners being transported to the pods. No survivors on the gangway, please extend."

"Confirmed Kraken, extending gangway." Einarr returned the lever to its original position to extend the gangway to its locked to the drydock's lock. He then stood and leaving the controls on automated warmup moved to the Gangway hatch. A quick series of commands disengaged the locks on the hatch as he watched the readout on the tunnel slowly normalize.

As soon as it had Einarr reopened the hatch and dropped through to the gangway. As he passed the troops coming up the gangway he tossed a casual salute to Brutus, "I am heading for my fighter, I will bait that 90 in, when I do I want all 3 gozanti to open up with as much as possible." The soldier nodded as he passed Einarr and returned the salute, Einarr continued down the pipe and swung into the drydock heading for the ETA 5, his armored feet resounded in echos as he moved across the deck plates. Rounding the final corner he keyed the lock and rushed to the crate behind his fighter.

"Cassius, time to repack the armor."

'Confirmed sir.' The rear of Einarrs armor slid apart allowing Einarr to slide free as the new connections binding Einarrs nervous system to the armor retracted into a hardened armor plate that had been molded into the Clone trooper armor on his chest. Input sockets and panels had been embedded allowing the flow of input from his AI to electronic and mechanical devices. Einarr checked the snaps and releases on his armor and found them to be fused closed.

"Cassius, am I sealed permanently into this armor?"

'Explanation: Negative sir. Proportions for the integration were off so I had to flash weld certain parts. They will need to be cut later to free you from the suit. Of course the hardwire connections passing through the suit are permanant.'

"Great... Well can you at least integrate into the fighter? If I am trapped like this I should be able to get something out of it."

'Confirmation: Please enter vehicle.'

Einarr shrugged and hopped climbed onto the glaciated curve of the long wing and slid into the seat of the cockpit. As Einarr buckled himself into the flight harness his cybrenetic vest whirred to life in a flash of extneding leads and socketing connections. Einarrs consciousness seemed to whither and fade as his awareness shifted from external focus to an internal focus. The noumenal space inside his hardware seeming to create a large open room as status readouts, as well as power and fuel levels seemed flashed in front of him. An external feed allowed him to know what was going on outside his physical presence as other awarenesses seemed to fade in around him filling the room.

"Greetings cousin. It is good to see you once more. Have you made it clear of those fools the senate put over the camp yet?" The shimmering image of his cousin, Commander Ghylthir stood in a traditional style robe his arms folded across his chest. As if by instinct Einarr shifted his own appearence with a thought-click to match with exception of a a large VEN patch adorning his right chest and shoulder flashes for the Regeants squadron.

"We are almost clear cousin. Just one last pest to clear the path to freedom. So what is this?" Einarr waved one arm to indicate the room filled with male and female Mon Calamari Avatars. "Is this how you seek to bring me back to the new oppressors?"

"In a way dear cousin, but not the way you propose. If you are willing to learn about our people, we are willing to teach. This is just the easiest way to facilitate the learning. Do not worry, none of your thoughts or actions will be turned or used without your permission. We seek the return of our people under their own will, not under force or corruption."

Einarr nodded as Cassius pinged him to let him know the ETA 5 had completed its powerup cycle. "If all is as you say, I will learn when I can. If not then I will fight you as I can. I must go now cousin." A thought-click withdrew his awareness back to the physical, the backgroun electronic murmers dulling into less than a whisper as his body and mind became one once more and he found his hands gripping the yoke and throttle controls respectively. Cassius took control of the replsorlift controls bringing the fighter around in a slow swing to once again face outwards, as he did so Einarr spotted the spot where his powered armor and crate had rested was empty.

"Cassius, is the package repacked and loaded?"

"Confirmation: Yes sir, this T3 unit comes well equipped and makes a suitable proxy body when I am not needed here." The voice coming over the ships internal comms made Einarr wary for a moment, butt he confirmation that the presence that had been communicating to him internally up till now was not some offshoot personality reassured him as he pushed the throttle controls forward and the fighter sped out of the dock and into the void of space. A touch of the pedals brought the fighter around on a heading towards the CR-90 as the craft sent spent energy over the rudders and flaps to adjust heading. The secondary struts lifted the short pylon like wings at the ends to their vertical position as he arrowed in on the incoming frigate. The glow of incoming turbolasers sped past his craft as Einarr danced the craft in an evasion pattern as the target lock tone rang out in the enclosed space of the cockpit. Einarr sent a pair of concussion missles and his paired lasers out in a spray towards the escort frigate before turning his craft in a tight arc and heading back tawards the drydocks in an evasive pattern of tight turns and rolls. The frigate turned to follow, the lasers had played across the ships shields in a spray of distorted light, the concussion missles had penetrated the shields to impact forward of the lock shorting systems in the area of impact and scarring the armor. Einarr passed above the drydock and started for the planet slowing drastically as he passed the station and began a slow turn. The CR-90 passed over the center of the station above the 3 Gozanti still in their dock cradles.

Einarr opened a channel on wide broadcast and prepared to send the command to start the attack. "Its a Trap!" The top mounted turrets on the gozanti swung in unison as their shields came online. 2 sets of paired quad laser cannons on each ship fired in unison into the belly of the frigate, the blasts ripping holes in the shields power network bringing it down in a cascade of sparks before continuing forward to shatter armor plates and emplacements on the hull of the CR-90. Atmosphere vented in a powerful blast followed moments later by a short lived fireball stripping the internal corridors and life from the now floating hulk. Fire continued to pour into the lifeless husk for a few moments longer causing it to slowly coast onwards and into a degrading orbit of the planet. "Ceasefire teams." Einarr switched back to the CiC network "Kraken team, Consolidate on Beta. We need an open slot to get the gallo's in. Hook the LAAT to the docking hatch we may need it later. All other teams, to fighters or ship stations. Akito, Branson, get our folks up here. We need these ships crewed for escort duty so we can get out of here."

The pair of Gallofree's lifted into space escorted by the 4 flights of torrents as Einarr was in the process of issueing commands. "Norse, this is Stone. We are heading your way. Prepare to transfer command."

"Confirmed Admiral. Spot on the dock is open, please feel free to pick your flag. We have 3 Gozanti waiting for you." Einarr took up a patrol pattern as the flights from the station launched and took up wing positions on him creating a double diamond formation. The lead Gallofree slid into the docking clamps and a short time later the pair of Gozanti pulled free into a holding pattern as Kraken's ship pulled into the now empty spot to take on crew. The Second Gallofree pulled into the other open slot and shifted passengers around to allow maximum space. Upon completion The ships slid out and into formation with 1 gozanti, and a flight of torrents off to one side loaded with remnant prisoners.

"Good luck remnants. Hopefully you see the light one day of the true Empire represented by the VE and come to join us again." The flight lead for the remnants fighter escort wiggled its wings before turning and following the Gozanti to hyper away.

"All hands, prepare to move. Nav points uploading to your computers. We need repairs before we can make it home. Prepare to go in 5. 4. 3. 2. 1." Admirals voice droned on as he counted down until the voice was replaced by the shimmering lights of Hyperspace.


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