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I will not give them on a ship, I will not give them taking a sh*t, I will not give them on a plane, I will not give them in the rain, I will not give them here or there, I will not give them anywhere, I do not give a fuck you see, now go away and leave me be. ;)

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ikr?

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26+5=31

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"Not asking for much here, I'm fully aware of my position and that you could just force the info out of me. All I want... or rather we want..." He gestures toward his comrades. "is to take us there with with you."

"If don't plan on just screwing us and having your Sith buddies just mind **** us, I can lead you to one of our outposts where I'm pretty sure the others will be meeting up. If not, you'll at least be able to find a lead there. I can get you in. After that, I'd like it if we went our separate ways. I dunno about these guys but I'd personally like to try to get myself out of the debt and free my family on my own from here on out. This has been a close call for me and I'd like to take the time to count my blessings while I can."

He leans forward a bit and sort of whispers to Nym. "Although personally you can do whatever you want with the Mercs over there. Those guys are ********." He grins.

"Go space yourself Bix!" One of the mercs shouts. Bix merely shrugs in response.

"I hope that's reasonable enough for you."

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"Fair enough I guess. As for our sources. Most of them are your typical information brokers. The ones that provide us with intel on jobs and such tend to keep their identities secret, we don't really contact them, they send stuff to us through dead drops. Dunno how the Captain got a hold of some of these people but she has her ways."

"Unfortunately, we're all just grunts, and we operate on a pretty big ship. Hard to overhear things and the like. Sometimes one the lieutenants lets something slip and we get rumors about our next job or this and that. Most of the time though, we're kept in the dark until the planning starts. Its amazing, most of us have known each other for years, ever since we've takin up being privateers, you'd be surprised how many secrets the Captain and the officers keep from us. Usually for our own good though. Its a risky business and the stakes are high. We've always trusted her judgement, after all she's the reason we've gotton this far."

"In short, I don't have a clue who hired us. But I might know where they'll meet up to hand over those ships." His expression and tone seemed to give the impression that he wanted something in exchange.

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Ρrʌжis @ Swordbreaker

"Names Bix, and as you could already tell, we're a pirate group, much like your crew. We call ourselves the Wreckers. The four mercs over there are from an upstart mercenary group known as the Crimson Death Company." He looks down at the ground as he sits, twiddling his thumbs as he thought about what to say.

"Way back most of us used to build ships instead of tearing them up believe it or not. Long story short our group got conned and we owe a lot of money to the Hutts. Many of our friends and families are currently slaves, as for the rest of us, we were given a choice. Either join the rest of our relatives as slaves or figure out how to come up with the money to pay off the Hutts and free them. Don't even want to think about the interest we're racking up but we've had some help over the years. We owe some favors, the debts have been piling up, but lately we've been making some serious headway."

"As for their story..." He points back at the mercs. "Your guess is as good as mine, we picked them up only recently. They're the live fast, die hard types. Didn't give a **** who they were going up against so long as they got a good fight out of it and got paid. This was our first job against the Empire directly, so we weren't taking chances."

"We've raided our fair share of merchant ships and the like on Impy turf before, but we were always careful to not get greedy and draw too much attention to ourselves." He pauses briefly. Bix seemed troubled. "At least up until now... this was supposed to our last big job. Captain apparently owed some underworld big shot a favor, and in exchange he would help us clear our debts with the Hutts. So we pulled out all the stops, gathered everything we had and went for it."

He looks back up at Nym. Bix seemed quite puzzled indeed. "We figured that would be enough, our sources were solid. We had a hunch based on our intel that your crew might make an appearance but we never would have imagined you would be siding with the Impies. So why are you working with them?"

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Ρrʌжis @ Swordbreaker

OOC: Right, just pointing out some noteworthy details.

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Upon closer inspection, Nym and company notices some details about the pirates. Out of the twelve they had in their custody, 8 wore what looked to be workman jumpsuits with various pockets and tool belts for holding equipment, though additional pouches were added to hold spare ammo and grenades. They were reinforced with plasteel armor plates, likely refurbished stormtrooper armor found from a scrap yard. Otherwise they looked to be the typical spacesuits and uniforms you would see at a dockyard or shipwrights. They each had an emblem of a hammer and skull on ether of their shoulders. The other four looked distinctly different, they were clad in red durasteel armor, not improvised like the others, these looked like new off the black market. Their weapons were much nicer too, though nothing spectacular. Just some conventional gun mods. The emblem was different as well, flaming red skull. They were clearly mercenaries, probably hired on as extra muscle in case the droids weren't enough.

The pirates looked to each other after Nym's offer. The mercs seemed rather indifferent. One pirate finally steps forward, a Twi'lek, looked to be about middle-aged.

"We're willing to cooperate. Well, we will anyway, I dunno about them." He points and looks toward the mercs in the corner. "Doubt we'll have much to offer, but I'll tell you what I know. No idea what a person with your reputation is doing working for the Imps, but I'm not gonna judge you."

OOC: Sorry for the late response. My internet problems have been getting worse lately and I was out with friends I haven't seen in a while last night.

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Ρrʌжis @ Swordbreaker

OOC: #Triggered.

Though I do agree it didn't seem to be very difficult to make the connection. Finding hard evidence will be another matter.

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OOC: nvm

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OOC: Damn you're right... Roger, Roger.

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The pirates manage their escape just before the Imperial reinforcements arrive. The leftover droid starfighters while stubborn were easy enough to deal with. Albeit the imperials take significant casualties.

There was also the matter of the remaining battle droids aboard the Galaxy Dragon, and the pirate stragglers who's boarding pods were disabled.

The pirates were completely distraught, as they had been left behind on a ship that was about to go up in smoke any minute. Some try to hastily repair their ships in vain, others scramble for the hanger either to find a ship for themselves to escape in, or perhaps to see if the Imperials or Nym's crew would show them mercy.

Some of the remaining super battle droids patrolling near the reactor core receive new orders, not from the captain but someone else.

"Understood." A droid responds as its joined by some of its cohorts. The groups of droids march towards the defunct reactor core and open fire on the fuel cells with blaster fire and rockets. The whole ship is shook from the initial detonation and secondary explosions begin to erupt throughout the Galaxy Dragon. In a matter of mere seconds the ship would soon be consumed by the ensuing destruction. Many of the pirate stragglers panic as they are swept away by shrapnel and flames.

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Ρrʌжis @ Swordbreaker

I suppose. I'm fine with her just stopping them with a barrier.

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OOC: Grenades are one thing, but I'm calling serious BS if you can reflect rockets back.

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OOC: The Vultures have been updated in specs. While your TIEs are still superior, they still will take time to deal with. Also the Lucrehulk is in fairly close proximity, you would have had little time to react from the moment the droches left the hanger. And it really would only take a few to kill the grav well generators, they may be protected by armor but the equipment inside that armor isn't going to hold out very well to a focused explosion. Lastly, is the Reaper a Pellaeon or Imperious? Because both only have 2-3 tractor beam projectors.

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Five more of the Turbulents come under the control of the pirates, and the waste no time turning tail and speeding away as fast as the cruisers could take them.

The freighter continues to speed towards the Acclaimed, the engines modified to allow it to rocket towards its target like a torpedo. Its shoddy shields don't hold for long but the bulk armor added to the hull managed to absorb the brunt of the assault. The Imperials obviously use tractor beams to halt the freighter's advance but as its caught by the tractor beams it splits in half and the front half continues to rocket towards its final destination. It was too close now. Chunks of hastily welded on armor plates are blown off and scattered about as it comes under fire during its blaze of glory, until it finally impacts the top of the battlecruiser, scrapping along the superstructure in flames. It was at that moment that Branden had realized its intended target. The front half of the freighter impacts the bridge of the Acclaimed and explodes in a massive fireball, the bombs and fuel loaded within it detonating.

The Lucrehulk continues to mercilessly bombard the Acclaimed and Reaper with its heavy turbolasers and ion cannons.

The pirates aboard the bridge of the Lucrehulk cheer. "Direct hit!"

Not long afterward the captain receives word from one of her officers. "Ma'am! We just got a data sent back from one the droids. You might wanna see this."

The holo-projector displays the ensuing fight going on between a group of battledroids, Lok, and Nym. The captain's eyes go wide as she sees the pirate clad in high tech armor.

"Is that who I think it is? Nym!? What is he doing here? Or the better question, why is he working for the Imps? Pass the word along to the others."

"Captain, another transmission." The comms officer says.

"Grrr. Put it on the projector."

The images of what looked to be two Mandalorians appear on screen, one wearing dark robes. The captain cringes as she recognizes them.

"The operation seems to be taking a turn for the worse Captain Vang." The robed one says. "My scouts just reported that an Imperial battle group will be here within the hour. Swordbreaker's flagship is now lost to us. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

The captain takes a very respectful tone in the robed figure's presence. "It'll be fine, I have my best slicer working on it now, we should..."

She's interrupted by chatter through the intercom. "Idiots! I can't reprogram the slave network without the primary circuit! Screw this!"

"That was Twig, ma'am. Looks like he and his team failed." The comms officer says halfheartedly.

"I'm going to kill that scrawny bastard." The captain grumbles.

The robed figure looks back at the Captain. "I think I'll take the reigns from here on out, just deal with the interdiction field will you?" The hologram fades and the transmission is cut. The captain slams her fist on the chair. "Dammit!"

Another wave of Vulture starfighters from the Lucrehulk engage the fighter screen, providing cover for a large group of droches headed for the Reaper and Acclaimed, approximately 20 in all. The ones that manage to make it through, dive under the two ships and slam unto the grav well bulges along the hull, but instead of droids or pirates pouring out to board, instead they simply explode, acting as improvised shaped charges for their explosive payload, knocking out the generators and causing heavy damage to the ships as a result.

As Tsark's group deals with the blast door the droid crowded in the hallway outside unleash a relentless barrage of fire into the entrance of the bridge. Blaster fire, and even a few rockets come screaming towards Tsark, Shiva and the rest of the group.

As the Predators assault the boarding craft they are assailed by squadrons of X-wings who arrive to cover the boarding craft and transports. The predators manages to disable a few of the droches but they are forced to break their attack to deal with the pirate fighter aces and VCX-820 escort freighters, but instead are met with droid starfighters, as the pirates begin to speed away after their strafing run.

As the interdiction field is brought down the five Turbulents secured by the pirates jump out of system to join the rest of the captured vessels, and rest of the pirates receive orders to retreat.

The droid starfighters provide cover for the retreating pirates. Any pursuers are relentlessly attacked by Vultures and HMP droid gunships. The Lucrehulk after picking up some of the pirate transports soon makes its withdrawal as well.

"This operation is scrapped. Meet up at the rendezvous point as soon as possible or be left behind."

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Ρrʌжis @ Swordbreaker

The pirate lieutenant lets out a long sigh of displeasure as he feels the vibrations and shuttering of the ship. He knew right then that something had gone wrong.

"What was that..."

"Uh... boss?" One of the pirate mechanics contacts the PL, the roaring of a frustrated wookie could be heard in the background. "So, good news is that we found one of the main power lines. And some of the control circuits for the ship's network. But... um, while were rewiring everything the Imps started siphoning power from the reactor and well..."

"Well what!? Get to the point!"

"We ended up redirecting a lot of the power back to the generator and the primary capacitors overloaded and exploded... and then everything else started exploding. We're pretty sure the guys we sent to the reactor room are dead. In our defense, we were dealing with some shoddy schematics, and the slicer the Imps got has been a real pain in the *** and we never..."

"Just shut up and get back to the boarding pods, we're getting outta here." The PL interrupts.

Not long after the lieutenant gets a message from the Captain. "Gerret! What the hell is taking so long!? Star destroyers just entered the area. You're running out of time!"

"You got to be kidding me! We're working as fast as we can. We're ditching the flagship, but we've secured eight of the other ships, we'll start with those."

"Nav computers just locked up, we can't jump!" Another pirate commander interjects.

"GRRRAAAAAAAH DAMMIT!!!" The PL screams as he and his men start to head for their boarding pod near the back of the bridge tower. He looks back to the droids. "You lot! Any of those ratty bastards try to break out of the bridge, BLAST THEM UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT!" He heads for his pod, as does the other pirates in the Galaxy Dragon. "Just use the astromechs, they'll have the coordinates you'll need. We'll sort the rest out later."

A Lucrehulk, and what seems to be a medium sized freighter of some sort, enters the area near the Acclaimed. The Lucrehulk opens fire almost immediately, while the freighter begins rapidly approaching the star destroyer. "Get all the ships we've secured out of here! Head for the rendezvous point!" Captain Vang shouts over comms.

As for the Turbulents the pirates had already secured, they simply bypass the nav-computers and use the astromech droids they had on hand to navigate for them. They break off from the rest of Swordbreaker and jump out of system before the Imperials could activate gravity wells.

"Now what do we do for the rest of the fleet Captain?" The lieutenant asks.

"I'll have Twig's crew board one of the other ships, you'll be joining up with him and another group of mercs we sent out. We still can pull this off. Just stay frosty and we can finally clear our debts and retire! And stick it to the Imps while we're at it too." The captain smirks. Some of the pirates cheer over the comms .

Long range comms still seemed to be scrambled but sensors and all other forms of communication were now working just fine for the Imperials and Nym's crew. The pirate reinforcements begin boarding the other Turbulents without delay. Additional fighters deploy from the Lucrehulk to join the fight.

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"How the hell are they taking control so fast!?" One of the pirates shouts as the computer terminal he was slicing into fries itself. They recoil from the small blast generated. A couple of pirates scramble out of the maintenance tunnels as electrical discharges arc out, nearly toasting them.

Meanwhile, outside the Galaxy Dragon, a small group of pirates sporting jet packs alongside a squad of rocket battle droids are finishing up their tasks. A couple dozen more Vultures swoop by for an attack run on the Gravewalker. They briefly look to one another, a bit worried about the panic that was clearly ensuing inside based on the comm chatter from their comrades. It was clear that taking the flagship was going to take much more effort then they would prefer. So, they continue on with the last stage of plan B. They inspect their handiwork briefly after setting up the det packs on the comms array, and the transmitter that connected the flagship with the rest of the fleet, which was about to go boom.

The pirates and their droid escorts back off to a safe distance and without further ado, they set off the charges and the whole thing is a smoldering wreck in an instant. The Galaxy Dragon was now cut off from the rest of the fleet entirely. Vendetta's attempted reprogramming was abruptly interrupted, the group on the bridge could feel the brief vibration from the explosion outside. The group could still make out skittering, albeit far less then before, in the vents and walls as the power goes out in the bridge, only the emergency lights keeping it lit.

"Transmitter is down, whatever crazy slicer was taking over the ship won't be doing that for the rest of the fleet. Over."

"Jeeze, alright." The lieutenant responds. "They just blew most of the consoles on the ship, and we've already lost some men, over half of our buzzers got fried too. Not ready to call it yet but we might just be stuck here keeping the Impies occupied until the rest of the fleet is secure. Our back-up should be coming soon though, so stay frosty people."

The droids continue their assault against Lok and Nym, swamping them with the sheer numbers from both sides, there was at least a few dozen of them. They weren't particularly difficult to deal with individually, but it was difficult to handle the sheer volume of blaster fire being brought down on them.

The pirates begin ditching their tools and simply begin shooting the power lines and wiring they were originally trying to simply tamper with to prepare for an override of the bridge's control circuit, so they could fly the ship from the engine room if need be, but the flagship's defenders were much more then they expected.

On several of the other Turbulents, the pirates take full control unopposed, while they only had barely enough men on each to make up a skeleton crew, they manage nonetheless to bring each ship's systems online. As a temporary precaution, they shut off the transmitters until crew's slicing team arrived to crack the slave protocols and transfer control to another ship.

Several transport craft and gunships loom ever closer to Swordbreaker.

"Send in the next wave... its time we finish this."

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Ρrʌжis @ Swordbreaker

OOC: Still wrong Branden :P

Branden's fleet is caught mid jump by gravity well mines as they journey closer to Byss.

The Gravewalker retaliates against the boarding craft in vain, their targeting systems were being thrown off by false blips, and the enemy had arrived too suddenly to react properly. A few lucky shots managed to pick off one or two but the rest got through and now pirate troopers and droids were storming the halls of the Gravewalker.

Droids begin marching down the hallway towards Lok and Nym's group from where his wraith had mysteriously dissipated, spraying blaster fire all the way. The pirates fall back and shut a set of blast doors behind them, using the distraction the hoard of battle droids were giving them. Nym and Lok could hear the clanking sounds of droids marching down the corridors behind them, they would soon be surrounded. They would have to make a decision on what to do soon, before they were overwhelmed.

The droids halt their advance towards the bridge as its sealed shut by blast doors. They back off a bit and give a few of the pirate troopers some space to examine the bridge entrance for themselves. Tsark notices his Force Sight failing him, he could no longer see what was going on outside. Shiva could also feel her powers wane as well.

"Damn, we weren't fast enough. Hey boss, they beat us to the bridge. Looks like the Imps sealed themselves inside. Switching to plan B."

The reply he gets is from an elderly woman. "Roger that. I'll notify Twig and see if we can switch the slave protocols to another ship. Don't screw this up, avoid engaging them and keep em contained if ya can, but if they put up too much resistance... well, you know the drill."

"Gotcha boss. Just so long as the boys outside and the droids do their part. Over and out." The pirate lieutenant cuts the transmission and looks to his comrades. "Alright, lets get to work."

The pirates pull out a set of heavy duty power tools and las-cutters and begin disassembling the walls adjacent to the blast doors, some of the droids providing help when needed. Meanwhile Tsarks group hears other noises within the walls around them. Just as Vendetta takes control of the ships systems, it notices itself gradually losing control. Vendetta manages to catch the sight of pirates tampering with various parts of the ship, mainly the power lines and wiring that connected all the ships systems. They also seemed to have secured the power generator and engine room and a few men going about the maintenance tunnels. All equipped with various tools.

Vendetta also catches the alarming sight of buzz droids pouring out of one of the boarding pods that deployed nearest the bridge section.

The pirates outside the blast doors begin tampering with the blast door mechanisms, not to force it open, but to seal it shut completely. In fact they activate a set of secondary blast doors for added insurance. The pirates were working like clockwork, as this clearly wasn't their first rodeo, or rather their first time taking a ship through relatively unorthodox means.

"Double check those schematics, make sure they're aren't any other ways out for them." The lieutenant commands.

Tsark and his group then come to the realization that the pirates didn't need the bridge to take control of this ship, and also what the skittering and machine noises in the vents and maintenance ducts were about. They would have to act fast and correctly, before being cut off from the rest of the ship.

OOC: THEY'RE STILL IN THE WALLS!

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The pirates and super battle droids come pouring out from the pods and begin fanning out throughout the hallways, securing various positions within the ships, namely the bridge, power generator, and engine room. The Turbulents were difficult to navigate by design, but each of the pirate teams had a rough copy of the schematic as a reference and were used to having to find their way around all sorts of ships.

The wraith butchers a small group of pirates patrolling the hall with ease as Lok's group advances. However, upon encountering a larger group further within the ship, as it rushes in to cut down more of the pirates and their droids the wraith dissipates, fading from existence. The pirates spray blaster fire down the hall while the droids regroup and begin their march towards the Sith and Nym's group. Some of the pirates split off and head towards the bridge to secure and barricade themselves within it.

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I CAST FIST!

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Ρrʌжis @ Swordbreaker

The Imperials notice their communications begin to fill with static. While short range radio comms work relatively fine, ship-to-ship communications become fuzzy and scambled. Long range comms fade before cutting out entirely. Their sensors weren't faring much better, as their feeds were being swamped with false signatures.

"Send in the first wave."

Several squadrons of Vulture droid starfighters swoop past Swordbreaker fleet, sweeping the area, scouting ahead for an unknown force. Shortly afterward, groups of droch boarding craft speed towards the Gravewalker, Galaxy Dragon, and several of the other nearby Turbulents, slamming into them to unleash the pirates and B-series battle droids contained within. Among the boarding craft a few specifically deploy near the bridge sections of the Turbulents.

Where this enemy was coming from the Sith and Imperials could not yet determine, as to them, the enemy was arriving from all directions. Based on the markings and paint jobs of the strike craft, they were a pirate gang of some sort, although things were happening too fast at the moment to determine exactly who they were.

The only thing the Sith and Nym's crew could determine at the moment, was that they weren't going to claim Swordbreaker without a fight.

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They come!

THEY COME!!!!

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They're cats.

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Ρrʌжis @ Swordbreaker

The Republic fighter squadrons make one more pass over the Gravewalker and Imperial cruisers before headed back towards the command ship. Once the prisoners are safely delivered to the Imperial group and the strike craft load into the hangers of the Silphen, 3rd Flotilla begins turning back towards Thyferra to regroup.

An officer approaches Umbra and whispers something to him.

"Very good." The admiral replies. "Prepare a shuttle, have commander Fraust take charge of the flotilla. I have other business to attend to. After regrouping at Thyferra, return to the outpost at Mechis."

"Yessir, I'll pass the word to the commander asap."

As 3rd flotilla escapes the interdiction field's radius, it is not long afterward they enter hyperspace and leave the Imperials to their own devices.

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There's a brief period of silence soon after Tsark's rant. Those who had been listening in on the conversation within the command bridge are taken aback and somewhat confused, at least those who were aware of the Sith and their ways, or knew of them from the propaganda and stories they have heard.

Even Thaxos loses his composure a bit, a bit shocked at what he had heard. He turns to Umbra. "Uh, Umbra?" Thaxos, the officers and soldiers in the hanger look to their commander, awaiting his response.

"Mhmmhm... ha, haHAHA, AH HAHAHAAHA!" The Admiral breaks the silence with laughter. Cackling laughter. After the first couple moments he tries to calm down and compose himself but he couldn't help it. He wraps his arms around his sides as they hurt, he's almost brought to tears from how hard he was laughing.

"Ha! I'm sorry... goodness, I'm sorry about that. Everyone." He says as he finally manages to gather himself. "That.... that was too funny. Wow. I haven't laughed like that in years." He takes a deep breath to fully calm down and speak clearly. "You know what Sith. Tsark was it? I'll tell you what, just for that, I'll let you all go." He voice reverts back to a more serious tone at the end. "I didn't think I would ever hear a Sith utter such pretty words.That any were capable. Am I to be led to believe that the Sith within the Empire have renounced their selfish and destructive ways and reformed into Jedi? Have you accepted the light and the possibility of peace in your lives? You certainly have my intrigue." Umbra waves to one of the officers, who nods and passes on orders to the Republic squadrons to abort their strikes.

Several squadrons of Auroras and Crossfires flying towards the Imperial ships break off attack formations and zoom harmlessly past the Star Destroyers, the Imperials could confirm from their sensor readings that the Republic forces were powering down their weapons.

Senator Windu's message follows promptly after.

"Hmph... they caught on quicker than expected." Umbra mumbles. "But yes, my forces will leave you be. You may take the Gravewalker and leave." Gravity wells belonging to 3rd flotilla deactivate. The Imperial fighter pilots captured are released and escorted back to the Imperial strike group. "I mean, if what you say is the truth, and you bear no ill will and intentions towards the Republic, then there is no problem. Right?" Umbra did little to hide the sarcasm and callousness in his tone throughout all this.

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Ρrʌжis @ Swordbreaker

"Borders can be rather difficult to define in the vast void of space. Considering our proximity to the Thyferra system, which is under Republic protection, and the possibility of the Empire bolstering their forces with the lost Swordbreaker fleet, I think I'm plenty justified in intervening on this situation. You Imperials can play the victim all you like, but if our positions were reversed I highly doubt you wouldn't have done the same to us."

The TIE fighters that attempt to leave the system find themselves pulled out of hyperspace by gravity well mines placed by the rest of 2nd Flotilla along the perimeter of the area, far out of the reach of the Imperials. Republic forces set up what amounts to be a quarantine zone, preventing escape. The fighters are quickly intercepted, halted by tractor beams, and captured. Those that put up resistance are neutralized by ion cannons and captured as well. Long range communication were also being jammed.

"The truce was bound to be short lived anyway, I'm sure the Senate understands this already and while there might be some uproar, the threat that your Empire and the Sith pose to the rest of the Galaxy is well known and acknowledged. It would be irresponsible of me to allow any of this to continue."

Crossfire squadrons are scrambled, bombers and troop transports are placed on stand-by. Shields power up, weapons lock on to the Star Destroyers.

Umbra knew he was forcing them into a corner and they would likely lash out one way or another, and there was no doubt in his mind that they would have a trick or two up their sleeve. There was also the possibility that they would simply destroy the data stored on the Gravewalker and scuttle the ship, which suited Umbra just fine. While finding Swordbreaker certainly intrigued him to no end, letting it fall into the clutches of the Empire posed a threat he could not ignore. He figured the lost fleet would turn up somewhere eventually anyway, if it wasn't already destroyed or lost for good.

"And so Admiral, you and your Sith puppeteers have two choices in this matter. Will you surrender and live to fight another day?" Umbra sneers. "Or shall we escalate things?"

OOC: Now everyone eat your war before it gets cold! I'm not heating it up again. xD

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A Republic patrol enters the area: a Silphen, escorted by a Nebula and Corona approaches the Gravewalker and the Star Destroyers hovering near the ghost ship. Squadrons of Auroras scout ahead screening the area and gathering intel for the main Republican force.

"My my... what do we have here." Umbra comments. "I recently get placed in charge of this sector and now we already have Imperials encroaching on or newly conquered turf. Perhaps uncovering the secrets stored on that derelict proved too alluring. Regardless, I suppose we'll have to remind them who's in charge, and just who that ship 'really' belongs to now."

Umbra's new flagship, 'War Ensemble', begins broadcasting a message to the Imperials and anyone else nearby for that matter.

"Attention Imperial forces. This is Admiral Korhol Umbra of the Feder... excuse me, Republic 2nd Flotilla. You are trespassing in Republic controlled space. If you value your safety and freedom, I encourage you to cease and desist immediately and surrender the Gravewalker and all its contents to me. I assure you that we will let this transgression pass if you comply, and you'll be able to return to Imperial space without conflict nor delay."

Umbra turns to Thaxos and his officers.

"Prepare boarding teams, I want transports and as many troops as we can muster ready one hour ago."

"Yessir" They salute and go about preparations. Umbra and Thaxos begin making their way towards the hanger.

"You really think they'll just give up after asking nicely like that?" Thaxos inquires.

"Of course not, and I have a feeling that the Imps aren't the only ones we'll have to contend with for that derelict. Hence the reason I'm prepping a boarding action. If things don't work out properly we'll have the rest of the flotilla nearby to support us."

Umbra turns to one of his officers once more just before they enter the turbolift. "Have any transmissions from the Imperials forwarded to me. I'd prefer to handle negotiations personally."

"Not a problem Admiral. We'll monitor things from here and keep you updated."

"You are dismissed then." Umbra says as the lift doors shut.

Umbra surmised that this would suffice as a neat distraction.

OOC: I'll hold off on responses as well if Pain and AK want to go on with their duel. I'm in no rush.

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