This is where I will be starting another side-story of mine, called "Conflict on Ord Mandell," a story about a little side-mission for the Auroran Defense Fleet which I left for the VE. Since my other story has gone down the drain, I will be starting this one, which is shortly after the Nazgul Squadron story at Dubrillion. I will be editing this post ASAP to begin the story.

And, I'm asking very nicely this time: Please, do not post anything on this topic, even if it is comments or questions. I will be doing all of the posting on this one.

Prelude

Senior Chief Petty Officer Jack Nebulax, the Executive Officer of Nazgul Squadron, got up earlier that faithful day. His R2 unit, R2-X7, chittered happily beside him. Despite how great it felt having come back from a mission, Jack felt uneasy. He got dressed and headed for the mess hall onboard the Devastator, expecting himself to find the room empty.

It wasn't.

Several medical droids hovered around somebody laying on his back on a table. It seemed that no one noticed him at all. He continued to walk around the crowd that now had also attracted living creatures instead of just droids.

Jack noticed Shazam nearby. He walked over to his commander and asked him what was going on. Shazam didn't answer. He just stared down at the body, along with Jaden, DJ234, Arturus, Darius, and the other pilots in Nazgul Squadron.

It was then when Jack realized who the body was. It was someone Jack knew very closely, in fact, more closely than anyone else: himself.

Jack finally woke from the nightmare, covered in sweat. He breathed out slowly. "Man," he began, "It was just a nightmare."

He slowly looked around the room. R2-X7 was shut down, and since his lights weren't on, the room seemed dark. Now, glad that reality had saved him from the dreadful dream, he got dressed and headed in a different direction: toward the simulator rooms. It was time that the Executive Officer of Nazgul touch up on his fighter handling and shooting.
 
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Revenge is what holds this galaxy together. Without it, the universe would be a boring place.

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Jack Nebulax, Imperial Navy, Vast Empire.
XO/FL/PO1 Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 5 (2-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=) (=*SA*=) [VC:B]
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Jack Nebulax, Planetary Governor of Ullyr, Directorate Network (http://www.directorate.net/)
PG/MAG Jack Nebulax/Ullyr/Phare/Empyrean
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Jack "Zax" Nebulax, Commander of Nemesis Wing

Jack stared at Chald Valdre. "You're father wasn't murdered over Thyferra, Chald," Jack began. "A clone of your father tried to kill me. So I ended up capturing the clone and bringing him here. Your father's clone died up here as well."

"Then where is my father?!" Chald yelled aloud.

"I'm afraid that I don't know," Jack said honestly. "All I know is, he isn't dead. At least, he wasn't killed over Thyferra."

"Then how do you know that was a clone of my dad?" Chald Valdre asked. "Admiral, I mean Senior Chief Petty Officer, I must know!"

Jack looked sadly back at Dac Valdre's son. He took his mechanical arm out of his pocket and rested it on Chald's shoulder. "Because, I later accessed a datafile concerning a Hutt criminal. He had hired a man to assassinate someone."

"But I thought you said that my father was probally still alive?" the young Valdre asked.

"Because," Jack began, "Your father was hired by that Hutt crime lord to assassinate the person. He might still be working for the Hutts as we speak."

"That's impossible!" he yelled out. "Why would my father work for a slimy Hutt crime lord?!!"

"He was being held against his will, Chald. You have to understand that."

"I still don't believe it."

"I didn't either, until I saw this." Then Jack spoke into his mechanical right arm. "Artoo, access datalink one-one-three-eight, file a-a-twenty-three."

A holo image appeared on Jack's mechanical right arm. It clearly showed Dac Valdre assassinating high-ranking planetary officials, both New Republic and Imperial. "He's wanted by almost every government, you know."
 
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Revenge is what holds this galaxy together. Without it, the universe would be a boring place.

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Senior Chief Petty Officer and Reporter Jack Nebulax, Imperial Navy and VE Today Staff, Vast Empire.
XO/FL/SCPO Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 5 (2-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=) (=*SA*=) [VC:B]
Rep|Int/Rep Jack Nebulax/Rep: 4/Reporters-Interviewers/VE/VET
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Admiral Jack Nebulax, third-in-command of the Auroran Defense Fleet (ADF) and leader of Nemesis Wing (Wing I)

So Jack and Dac Valdre's son set out from the simulator rooms back to Jack's quarters. Chald was asking a ton of questions to Jack, all of which Jack tried to answer to the best of his knowledge.

Once they got to Jack's quarter's door, the questions stopped. Jack opened the door and they both walked in. R2-X7 greeted them as Chald sat down on Jack's bed.

They were in discussion about ways to find Dac Valdre and save him from the Hutt. It would be tricky, they admitted, but Chald was willing to go in the line of fire for his father.

"Okay, so we have a hunch that he's on Ord Mandell," Jack said. "But where exactly, we're not sure of. We'd have to infiltrate Ord Mandell's government to look up where he was last spotted. Then we could go from there."

"What if he's already been captured?" Chald asked, obviously thinking of the worst.

"We'll get him out, then," Jack said, reassuring Chald.

"We'd need some transportation. Nothing big, but something like a two-person fighter, right?" the yound Valdre asked.

"Yes, we would need something like that. But we'd have to look like mercanaries. So, we'd need a CloakShape fighter," Jack said.

"A CloakShape?!" Chald repeated. "That old fighter? If they realized what we were doing, they could skim that fighter with a hold-out pistol while we were in the sky and still kill us!"

"Don't worry, it's a heavily-modified one. It has shields, extra weapons, a hyperdrive, you name it. The cockpit also doubles as an escape pod just in case," Jack said.

"Whatever," Chald replied as they went back to planning.
 
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Revenge is what holds this galaxy together. Without it, the universe would be a boring place.

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Senior Chief Petty Officer and Reporter Jack Nebulax (*Formerly and No-Longer a ComNet Spammer*), Imperial Navy and VE Today Staff, Vast Empire.
XO/FL/SCPO Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 5 (2-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=) (=*SA*=) [SV] [VC:S]
Rep|Int/Rep Jack Nebulax/Rep: 4/Reporters-Interviewers/VE/VET
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Admiral Jack Nebulax, third-in-command of the Auroran Defense Fleet (ADF) and leader of Nemesis Wing (Wing I)