Of Course, Mr. Gabriel.. Please proceed to the Ungar and we shall meet within there.
*Ravaka, slowly paces around the view screen, a bit nervous and excited that she would soon be with her love again.*

Please proceed to the Visitor Center, I will meet you there.
*Ravaka's Image disappeared from the view screen.*

*A YV-666 light freighter, The True Honor, dropped out of hyperspace, just outside of the system. Lok, the Nikto owner and pilot, pushed the thrusters and the ship maneuvered into high orbit.* *He stood up out of the cockpit and walked towards the little, one fighter hanger that he had modified into the ship. He spoke to the X-10D integrated brain which was installed in the ship, it's name being that of the ship too, even though Lok just calls it "Dyst", the Huttese word for "ship"*

=Lok=


=Dyst=


*Lok reached the micro-hanger and boarded the Headhunter. He slammed the thrusters and the fighter rocketed out of it's berth. He lowered the nose and headed planetside.*

*The Last Breath rose from the planet and a message was sent to her mother ship.*

=Lok=


*The hanger bay opened and a response was sent back through the Holonet.*

=Dyst=


*Lok pushed the thrusters forward and aligned himself with the opening before slowly easing the fighter into the it's berth, doors closing behind it.* *Now aboard the ship, the droid brain could hear him, no matter where he was.*

=Lok=


=Dyst=


*In the next second, The True Honor disappeared as it jumped to hyperspace.*

The fleet exits hyperspace above the world of Ojom. The big lumbering Mon Calamari Cruiser is in the lead, flanked by the twin Assualt Frigates. The Republic crest is displayed proudly on their hulls.

On the bridge, Admiral Micheal Salvatori looks out of the viewscreen at the world below. Although most of his Bridge Crew are Mon Cal, the majority of his officers are human, a fact that some of the crew resent. It was not intentional, it just happened to work out that way on the White Raven.

At his side Commodore Fransisca Jenkins awaits his acknowledgement. She has a datapad, and on it Micheal knows are the fleets supplies. Sure enough when he turns she hands it too him. Their medical supplies were running low, and ammo was on the middle side. Repair parts needed to be acquired as well.

He nods to his XO and then turns torwards his Communications Officer. He gives her the signal to transmit their IFF codes.

This is the Republic Cruiser White Raven and escorting Frigates Senate Fire and Concrete Waves. We're here for supplies, and meetings with the Bethesda Medical Foundation.

The doros to the bridge hiss open and in steps Rachel, followed by her fellow Jedi Moira, Senator O'Donnell, and two members of Aurek Force, the Special Forces assigned to the White Raven. Admiral Salvatori notices their entrance and turns to facethem. Technically all three outrank even him, but the group had long ago dispensed with formalities.

"Micheal, Fransisca" Former Senator Mark O'Donnell of Chandrilla bows his head in their direction. Both Jedi do the same, as the twin Special Forces members do a visual scan of the bridge as per their protocall.

"Mark. We've dropped out of hyperspace and our IFF codes have been sent to the Foundationand the Air Traffic Controllers both."

"Good to hear. I do have a list of planets we should visit sometime in the future. My aide transmited it to our inbox."

"I noticed. They look like good places to stop along the road. Have you though about my proposal?"

Rachel looks at her fellow Jedi Knight. The pair had discussed this as well after being told by the Senator. The rumors around the ship were that the Admiral wanted to set up a military outpost on an abandoned planet and wage an active war against the Empire and their Sith Lords. The Senator would not budge on the matter unless a civilian colony was set up first, and a Militia devoloped for their protection.

"i do not believe now is the time to discuss that subject Admiral," he says with stress on the man's rank, "but if you'd like to get together at a later date, I'll have my secratary file you in."

"As you wish Senator. Hopefull we will get a return message soon. You can remain on the bridge but there are no chiars as you are well aware."

"Thank you Admiral," the formailty gone from both of the men's voices.

Micheal smiles and turns torwards his guests.

"Well there you have it. We have permission to land. Although I'd rather not bring the Raven in for landing. Perhaps Senator you can take a few shuttles and grab the supplies we need, introduce yourself to the Medical folks, and rejoin us when appropiate."

"It would be my pleasure Admiral. I will take Knights Moira and Margolin of course, and a Squad from the Aureks as a honor guard."

"Of course. Good Luck Senator."

"To you as well Admiral."

As they leave the Bridge, Micheal turns to his XO.

"Clear them for departure and park our ships in orbit. I want full sensors going because ti sounds like the gentlemen down there are all on caf breaks. Clean Red Squadron for Air Patrol every four hours."

"Yes Sir" she responds.

The three Crix-class Armored Shuttles await the group in the hangar bay. The busy hangar bay is a riot of activity from mechanics working on various craft, to the pilots of Red Squadron clustered aroudn their Captains X-Wing for an impromptu breifing.

Of the three shuttles on is an assault variant, while the other two are cargo variants. A squad of Rangers and two other Aurek Force members await the group at the foot of the lead shuttle. Rachel is surprised to see Aurek's leader, Lieutenant Colonel Micheal Dean waiting for them there, in his immacutely polished armor.

"Mike, I didn't think you'd be joining us his trip." she states.

"The Senator requested two more members so I took one of the spots. Expecting trouble?"

"Not quite but the forces groundside seemed to be a bit lax in their duties. The Senator agreed to bring some support."

"Good to know."

The senator arrives and the group snaps to attention. Rachel and Moira simply stand up straighter.

"At ease. We're just going down for some buisness: supplies, introductions, the works. Once on the ground we will split into two squads: one for the cargo, and the other to go introduce ourselves to our Foundation friends. No trouble is expected, but as always keep alert. Let's get some shore leave boys and girls."

"Hoorah!" goes up from the soldeirs as they board the shuttle. Micheal beckons Rachel and Moira forwards before taking one last look around the hangar. Closing the shuttle bay door he heads up to the cockpit where one of the pilots is finishing up their talking to hangar bay control. He settles down in one of the gunnery chairs and watches as the impromtu squad heads thru the magcon field. The shuttles drift from the fleet, orienting downwards and heading planetside.

On the bridge of the White Raven Admiral Micheal Salvatori is handed an urgent report from his communicatiosn officer. It reads as a braodcast from the Ossus Jedi Academy, a well know Gray Outpost as well. The report reads urgently that Jedi Assistiance is needed.

Senator O'Donnell still isn't back from the surface, and neither are the Jedi Knights. Captain Allen and the 4th Battallion are en route to Borelais and god knows if they could make it. It's up to him to make the decision on the spot. Ojom is a secure place, but she wouldn't want to risk the White Raven without the Senator's approval, or even on a fool's errand.

He could easily deploy the Senate Fire and the Concrete Waves along with a squadron or two if necessary. Hire some private freighter Captains, and he could send the Third Rangers to Ossus. It was theirm issio nafter all. He begins drafting the orders to hire some private contractors and some transportation.

Messages are sent thru the Hyperspace Communications array to the battlegroup. Captain Allen has secured his position on Borelias, and immediate supplied reinforcements could begin being deployed. No more word has come about Ossus, but Admiral Salvatori is still cautious to divide his force even more. His temporary leasing of transports can divert the First and Second Ranger Battalions to Borelias along with the appropiate supplies. Keep the Third for potential trips to Ossus.

Either way he hopes the landing party on Ojom would finish their tour quickly and get back to him.

The hired troop transports arrive in the system and contact Admiral Salvatori. After some quick negotiation they agree on a price of 50,000 credits per transport, for a grand total of 250,000 credits. The money is wired to the accoutns provided, and the transports proceed to line up their docking collars with the Republic Fleet.

Cargo transfers occur first, loading up the supplies needed to sustain the entire Fourth Battalion. Loader droids from the transprots work alongside select squads from the Fourth moving the cargo, while the remainder of the Battalion prepares to ship out.

Word comes back from Ossus that the attack is not occuring, but in fact that the Gray Jedi Order is launching a counter-attack aimed at Korriban. They have called the entire order to battle against the Sith. Micheal is now skeptical. The "Hanna" is above Borelias, with the majority of the Fourth Ranger battalion on it's way. He had just received word that in fact the Battalion was fully loaded up into their bought transports. With them are two of his five fighter squadrons.

His three other ships and three remaining Battalions are above Ojom and he can easily deploy them to Korriban. However, without risking the "White Raven" he can't exactly send any Rangar Battaliosn there without the skies above the planet being clear. He could lose the entire Battalion. Naval support with a contingent of troops onboard the 'Concrete Waves" or "Senate Fire"{/i] and a squadron of fighters might just do it though.

He dials up the communications network and orders Green Squadron and the [i]"Senate Fire" to prepare for battle. He sends a coded transmission back thru hyperspace to Ossus to inform them of their intentions.

*The busted up YT barely could make it out of hyperspace. It's engines were smoking and the hull looked as though it had been through a war zone. Thor cursed his luck, this thing would take months of work to get back in the skies. He needed a landing pad, a large Capital ship loomed on the horizon.*

Let's hope they are friendly Fin

*Thor grabbed the comm*

:: Maday Mayday this is Thor's Hammer to....uhhh.... ::

*Thor squinted to read the ship's name*

:: white Raven....we need assistance. I am losing vital systems and leaking fuel, do you have a safe hangar I can dock and repair my bird to get her to the ground for parts? ::

The communications officer is startled by the radio contact balring out the distress beacon. He quickly forwards it to the sensor officer who pings the bird as a Corellian transport, any number of which in the galaxy ar modified to the hilt. He sneds the report to the Admirals station. Micheal quickly looks it over and nods to the communications officer.

::We copy Thor's Hammer. We wil lacheive a tractor lock on you momentarily. Relinquish all controls and we shall guide you in. Reccomend using the time to don lifesuits and prepare to abandon ship in the even of an emergancy. Medical crews are standing by.::

Acorss the ship the alarm blares for incoming ship. The medical crew heads to the docking bay, where a squad of Marines from the First Battalion await the incoming ship. On the bridge one of the gunners locks the tractor beam onto the incoming ship, at the edge of their range, and prepares to guide it into the massive hangar bay.