Jevan had some Starships circle around the space station that was in progress. It looked like the Death Star, but this Station was much bigger. He sat in his Chair and watched as the construction droids built the Station with the Texture Black. His former Sith Master walked into the room behind him and put a hand on his shoulder and a hand at her waist. "So, do you like your New Present?" she asked him. "Eh..." he said. "Eh? Come on... it's a better than anything you've ever done. You think bringing down a Starfighter is a accomplishment?" she told him. "In my World, anything's a accomplishment. And it wasn't much of a Present... more like a suprise... I wasn't really planning on actually building it. Well I was but I wasn't planning to build it now." he said.

"Where'd we get the Droid's anyway? he asked. "You've forgtten that your own Mother was the Head..." was all she could say until Jevan interrupted. "Yes I know you we're the Head Admiral of an Entire Fleet, you've told me the story over and over again, I was talking about the Construction Droids. he said remindng her. "Oh we... 'found' those Droids." Jevan stood there for a moment and then flicked the air with his hand. "...Right." he said sighing. "Well I am going to go check on our Status, then go into the Training Room if you need me. she then kissed him opon the fore head and walked out of the room. Once she was out of the room, he reach into the bottom of his seat and grabbed his Mask, and put it on with his Red Vision. He then got up and got closer to the viewing window looking the construction.

*The Rex Imperator's FLeet tore through hyperspace. Around them the stars devolved into streams of light as they raced through the known galaxy toward's their destination.*

:: Gentlemen we are approaching our destination. Prepare for battle. I want us to hit the ground running, that means shields up within seconds of entry into real-space and I want guns powered up and synchronized. I expect missile crews to have already loaded our first through fourth volley of missiles. Gentlemen, before us is immortality! It is waiting for you! Take it, it is yours! ::

*The crew cheered and moved briskly about their pre-battle buisness. Gunners began calibrating weapons. Shield masters prepared to redistribute shields according to the damage occuring. Tacticians and strategist crowded around monitors and 3D battle maps. In the troop transports soldiers began putting on armor, cleaning weapons and pilots entered into their vehicles.

As they approached their destination a cumulative silence fell across the fleet as crew-members paused and breahed the air, listened to the silence and tried to feel the last precious moments of peace. It was undoubtable that many of the men began to make their last Wills and come to terms with the lives that may end in a brutal flash of an exploding bulkhead...

10 Minutes later the Rex Imperator's Fleet" dropped out of hyperspace above the planet. It was a safe distance for the ship's to prepare. The ships moved forward slowly. The first order of buisness was for the shield masters to angle deflector shield full forward to deflect the brunt of the assault as they prepared to make a headlong plunge against the enemy.
The gunners and programmers began to prepare their quad turbolaser batteries for anti-missile and starfighter duty.
As soon as they arrived the tactician's and scanning crewer's holograms and control panels showed the enemy forces, strength, energy signatures and all other pertinent information.
As the information began pouring in and plans began to be set in motion the communication officers began coding and transmitting holograms of each ships' commanding officers to each other's ships so that all of the Battlechieftan's officers could meet via hologram and discuss strategy.
Turbolaser gunners began to fire low power level practice volleys to recalibrate the gun and regulate power. Soon the guns would fire at peak efficiency.
In other parts of the ship, crewers began to seal bulk heads, close blastdoors, arm themselves and prepare security systems.*

"The Imperator FLeet"
VICTORY II CLASS STAR DESTROYERS
- "Solomon's Pride" Gabriel's command ship for the battle
- "Sure-Fire" Admiral Griffin
- "Hell-Fire" Admiral Quagmire
- "Clarent" Admiral Swanson
- "Excalibur" Admiral Cleveland
- "Halberd" Captain Hood
- "Red Dragon" Captain Keyes
- "Ares" Captain Sinclair
- "Nike" Captain Ajax

VICTORY I CLASS STAR DESTROYERS
- "Vergence" General Mathonwy
- "Pinnacle" General Pryderi
- "Charon" General Taliesen
- "Tybalt" General Gwydion
- "Brawnwen" Colonel St. George
- "Galahad" Colonel Mercutio

*Gabriel Solomon sits his reinforced meditation chamber in the heart of the "Solomon's Pride." He is sitting cross legged, his silver hilted lightsaber floats in front of him. Around him flicker many hundreds of candles whose soothing aroma assist in meditation. On the floor are many polished rocks picked out by Gabriel himself from the riverbeds of Katarr. The force is imbued in those stones and they augment his power. He uses his floating saber as his point of concentration as he extends his presence across his fleet. He would not dive into battle meditation yet... He proceeded slowly to conserve his power and maximize the efficiency of his force power...*
*Gabriel sighed and resumed his meditation, soon he would fully envelope his psyche in the force and take control of the entire battle field with his mind.


The "Imperator Fleet" continued to move slowly towards the ineveitable battle, but they are still too far away to attack or be attacked.

It was time for battle. With the battle under way the tacticians and navigators had plotted their attack route.
Communications ran from ship to ship...*

:: We are approaching the combat zone. Engines to full power! We are going to go in hard and fast. Our main objective is to defend the landing ships! ::

*The Victory II Class Star Destroyers formed a wedge with the Victory I star destroyers in the middle. The Victory II's would take the brunt of the attack and break off to attack targets while the Victory I's would protect against missiles and fighters while launching devestating concussion missile volleys.*

*The Yevethan Fleet was laying in wait, they knew the attack was coming and they were prepared. The enemies strength, numbers and even why the attack was coming was a mystery but nonethless they were prepared for war. They were Yevethan, they would meet this threat head on and they would fight till the better end. The Yevethan would never never surrender, they may retreat from a battle but the war wouldn't be over till all the people on one side were dead. They wouldn't accept surrender either, if these people were to strike at them and be defeated or run then the Yevetha would hunt them down relentlessly till everyone responsible was dead at their feet.

The Aramadia-class thrustship's were in a reverse wedge formation, they would draw their enemies in and pelt them from all sides. Strength of the Nikatta and Power of the Marasi were on the outer edge of the formation, Glory of the Yevetha and Knowledge of the Etaias in the middle and Darama sitting at the back of the line. The Darama's Wing Squadron was still docked on the Darama, the other squadrons were circling their home ships. Many of the starfighters were engaging in simple evasive and areial movements, to keep them on their toes. The Yevetha were ready for the battle ahead and were prepared for the deaths of their enemies or their own if it should come to that.*

Light Class: (30 points)
-5 Armadia-class Thrust Ship "Glory of the Yevetha", "Strength of the Nikatta", "Power of the Marasi", "Knowledge of the Etaias", "Darama"
--8 Turbolaser Batteries
--6 Ion Cannons
--3 proton Torpedo Launchers
--4 Gravity Bomb Launchers
--4 Missle Launcher Batteries

Starfighters: (168 points)
-168 D-type Trifoil Fighters "Glory Squadron", "Strength Squadron", "Power Squadron", "Knowledge Squadron", "Darama's Wing"
--3 Laser cannons.

*When the enemy forces dropped out of hyperspace the Yevthans were already scanning them, quickly drawing up all the information prevelent on the ships. The Yevethan's were outgunned and their were outnumbered by heavier ships, they wouldn't be outmatched though. Aboard the Darama, Digo watched out upon the approaching enemy fleet. Formulating his plan already, Digo grinned devishly as the enemies formed into a wedge formation.*

=Bridge Officer=
Viceroy what are your orders.

IC: Open a comm to all our ships

*The bridge officer nodded and motioned to the communications officer. The comms officer typed away at the console for a moment then nodded to Digo.*

:: They may have us outgunned but we are far from outmatched. We are the Yevetha, they are naught but aliens, they are scum compared to us. However we will give them a chance to see the err of their ways, just because they are scum doesn't mean they don't deserve a chance to better themselves. I doubt they will accept but we will give them a chance nonethless. Prepare our weapons though, I want firing solutions ready for the gravity bombs, proton torpedos and missles, I want them to hit all at the same time. Focus all the fire on the head of their formation, we will break their formation and sow discord among their forces. Be prepared to fire on my command. ::

*Digo made a cutting motion over his throat and the comms officer cut the signal. Having heard the Viceroy's statement about giving them a chance he quickly set up a broadcast to all the ships in the sector of space.*

:: This is Digo Wen, Viceroy of the Yevethan's and Darama, I give you this chance to rethink your actions before this comes to bloodshed. Start this battle and the Yevetha will always be your enemy until none remain. Turn now or face our might ::

*At the end Digo made the same cutting motion and the commlink was cut. Digo raised his hand, the precurssor to the first salvo. Everyone aboard knew that once that hand fell it was time to fire.*

*The Imperator fleet continued forward towards the objective, the now waiting Yevetha fleet. The Victory II Star Destroyers had to throttle back on their speed to match the slower pace of the Victory I's that they were defending.*

:: Sir we are acquiring multiple target locks the Yeveth fleet. We are confident that said fleets are preparing to engage us at! :: *Informed one of the Admirals.*

*I listened to the panic in the officer's voice and felt a wave of dread cross over the fleet. Steeling myself and drawing upon the force I reinforce their resolve. My phsyche was lording over the minds of the soldiers and through my careful, yet strenous manipulations I bolster their bravery and create in them bastions against fear.*

:: You all know the mission lads. Our victory depends on our success. We are here to fulfill our objectives or die trying. Our mission reins supreme! We are ready to sacrifice in the name of the Empire! ::

"Yes my lord, I understand." *Said the admiral, his voice now lacking the fear.

:: This is tactical, we have identified the lay-out and make up the enemy fleet. We have them outgunned and outmanned. Most of their ships are starfighters. They are formed in an inverted V formation, apparently hoping to draw us in and rain fire at us from all sides. ::

[narration]Upon hearing this I begin my battle meditation... Battle meditation was a curious power. One that was more power than any death star, any lightsaber, any warrior. It turned the tide of battles and it led it's users to overwhelming victory. It inspired your allies and demoralized your enemies. It inspired a fight in them, it inspired a flame that would burn even in their darkest moments. It inspired them, gave them something to fight for, something to die for. Nothing helped the troops envision victory more than a good speech. My voice echoed in the minds of my fleet...*

<< Ladies and Gentlemen in this hour, this calm before the storm I give you the strength nd power to win this war. For your families, for your homeland and for the Empire! We will fight! We will win! This is more than a dispute between factions, this is a clash of idealisms, a clash of essence. This battle will bring us IMMORTALITY! Your names will be recorded in the archives of the galaxy. Your names and faces will be displayed throughout the Empire. The heroes of this battle will be remembered for all time. Each and every one of you is responsible for this... Immortality is right behind the enemy defenses! Take it! It is yours! Once in a generation such an event like this happens! When your grand children ask you about this war you will say it was glorious! You will say it was conclusive and you will say it changed the face of the galaxy!!!! The gods and the force are with us today men, there is nothing that can stop us now! For Lord and Land we fight! >>

*Cheers arose from every man, woman and lien serving in the "Imperator Fleet." The image of victory and of inspiration, the flame of hope had been firmly plced in their hearts and minds by my battle meditation. They would now fight gloriously and without thought of death. They would not become scared or demoralized as long as I kept up my powers.*


The Victory I star Destroyer's engines flared as their mechanics pushed the envelope to get as much speed as they could. The fleet moved forward and as soon as they were in range the whithering barrage began. The Front and side Victory II Class Star Destroyers (6/10) began to open fire with their main canons while the Victory I's protected in the phalanx launched a flight of their missiles.[/narration]

*I focus my powers on maintaining the calm and efficiency of my vessels. By doing this I was not able to make any orders of my own, I only hoped my Admirals made the right choice for I was too busy in the force to assist them in directing the fleet.

Admiral O Heir, a force sensetive and for this mission the high admiral, took the executive position left by Gabriel's absence. He himself, trained int he force felt a soothing presence fall over the bridge crew, undoubtebly the work of Gabriel... He had to make this count...*

:: Yevetha fleet. There is no hope of escape for you. Your deaths will be merciful. ::

Victory I Star Destroyer fire a total of 200 Normal Concussion missiles that had gained locks on the enemy Thrustships and 280 Cluster misile warheads designed to eliminate the Star fighters.

The 6 Victory II Star Destroyers that were able to fire fired a full salvo of their guns towards each of the thrustships (Each SD fired it volley at a seperate thrustship) 20 Quad Turbolaser batteries, 20 Ion canons and 40 Double Heavy Turbolasers.

Nicodemus erupts out of hyperdrive pulling to just within the planet's gravitational pull. From the cockpit of his Tri-Wing shuttle, he could see an array of bright light bursts from his right. He had only come here to simply meet a fellow lightsider to discuss details of exactly what it meant to be a grey jedi.

Suddenly a volley of proton missiles blasted towards his ship. The alarms bursts into an ear-piercing siren that was supposed to help Nicodemus, but only ended up deafening him. He looked on his radar to see it just in enough time to thrust to his left. The rockets imploded a few kilometers away. Shaken, he checked and double checked to assure himself the rockets were gone. He realized now what was happening. Out of his side window, he took in the full view of a battle raging between several large ships with fighters swarming in combat around them. The awe inspiring scene was a sight to behold but he didn't, by any means, want to stay and observe with risk to his life. He made a course around the outskirts of the conflict as several stragglers sped by, heading into the fray. With thoughts of wonder fading, he followed through on his approach and landed.

*As the silent stars of night twinkled on a ripple in the fabric of space was felt as a ship dropped from warp into Realspace. the ship looked like a sea faring galleon, only it was designed specifically for space travel, from the solar sails to the quad engines. This was the ship of a gentle group that called themselves the Blue Tigers. onboard the galleon much of the crew were scurrying about trying to cloak the emissions, or tracing some beacon. As the captain came down from her chambers, she regarded the helmsman for the job of piloted he had done*

"Mister Puck, we can't just tear our way down to real space. This ship and crew is not to be known to exist by anyone, so it is of the upmost caution you must take when taking the ship down from warp. when we have a Resonance… Oberon, tell me you have something good?"

"uhh… mum?" *but the helmsman spoke in vain, for no sooner had the captain spoken her bit, then she had moved over so that she could see what the communications man could figure out*

"yes Mum, he will be glad to hear this… we have found the strongest point of the signal of the supposed late master. if our reports into hyperspace allowances are correct, the Infinity eagle never left this planet"

"good work Obi… well boys, i am going to wake the shark"

"Good luck mum"*was heard in unison as Captain Effie left the flight deck to the quarters of one of the crew*

*now it was known, that the chamber of Jiiken Minsen was entirely filled with water, and even though there was an airlock, it was a bad idea to do so. for even though he was a jedi knight, Jiiken Minsen was known to temper tantrums.*

:: Jii? we have arrived… and the techs think this is it. :: *Effie spoke through a com link. no sooner had she spoke those words than Jii was out of his chamber and headed for the hanger*"then what are you waiting for? lets go!" *the two headed for a shuttle based of both the Nu and Theta class shuttles before heading off world.*

"What's our heading sir?"

*He didn't know.

Jiiken honestly didn't know

Lounging in the common area Jiiken was playing with the Holocron. something didn't fit together. was it the fact that Pala had traveled with so little Junk, or was it some scribbled note that left an Indication of where the mysterious trixster would arise next? Then, ruffling through the papers, he remembered something about the receipt seemed off. snatching it up, he saw that it was a holding ticket. Pala must had planned that from the beginning.*

"prep to head back to port. Ms. Effie, you have the ship."

*turning his back he headed down to the launching bay. there were 2 shuttles and a lone star fighter. The star fighter had been a completion reward from Pala, although it wasn't flown often due to the symbol of the jedi High council on the nose. As Jiiken packed away the last of his supplies he called for his astromech.*

"Ar-prime, Letts ugo…. Ar-prime? GRRRR…"


*R' wasn't there due to a little fact that the last adventure the Blue tigers were on, the droid decided to disengage its harness while in a barrel roll. Jiiken was able to manage, but he needed Oberon to set up the hyrperdive with coordinates inlaid from the beginning to manage a warp corridor.*

*climbing into the cockpit, Jiiken hailed the helm before lifting off*

:: It was good traveling with your again, but for now… I need to head off on my own. the duty of a Jedi. Have fun, i will call you if i have any more leads. ::

*With That Jiiken punched up Hyperdrive and headed toward Yavin, leaving behind the crew and the last known allies he had.*

*Shaking his head, monte hopped out. signalling for arrex to do the same.*

"So what is the game boss?"

*As Shay disembarked her Meditation Sphere a man dressed in Corellian Jedi Robes was waiting for her - he stood about six feet tall, had a neatly trimmed but long greying beard and the entire right side of his face was tattooed.*

"General Sharp... report"
"Everything is set to go as you ordered; may I ask where you are going this time and why you need a small army?"
"No you may not"
"Princess..." *Sharp took a moment to compose himself,* "...may I remind you that it is policy that the second in command be kept informed when the fleet commander is leaving the ship and I demand to be kept informed when she is obviously flying into enemy territory. Furthermore, I am responsible for your well-being and if anything happens to you I am the one who has to suffer your parent’s wrath"
"And may I remind you that I did not ask for you to be assigned here and I did not ask for you to take responsibility for me. You forget yourself General, fore I do not ask for your company or council, and stop calling me princess in front of others you nit"

*Sharp had apparently crossed a line; he had only thought he had seen Shay angry but now the sixty year old six foot Jedi Master was being put in his place, none too kindly, by a nineteen year old four foot nine platinum blonde. Shay considered for a moment just how comical this must look to Diamonte.*

*Shay caught her breath and tried to center herself,* "General Sharp, we may not like each other but due to reasons beyond my comprehension we have been thrown together. We will learn to work together or, I swear by the code, that I will drop you out the next airlock and I promise you that I will feel no remorse for it. Is that clear?"
"Yes ma'am"
"Good, now mind to fleet while I am away"
"On that note, I have just over a day before I have no choice but to move the fleet due to the effects of the nebula gas"
"Do not wait General, take the fleet to Ossus as soon as we depart"
"Yes ma'am"
*With that, Sharp turned on his heel and quickly walked away, no doubt to go sulk in his quarters, but Shay couldn't care less.*

*She turned to Diamonte then,* "As for the plan, as you know we are going to Barab I for reconnaissance. We are going to be taking one of my YT-2000 Star Runners in like normal, dressed as civilians and we should have no trouble moving around unnoticed to gather Intel. At the same time two of my CR90 Corvettes are going land on the planet while cloaked, on board are eighty droids, B2 and B2-HA Super Battle Droids as well as a number of Mark II Droideka. They are going to be in place in case we have to take one of the bases. This is your last chance to back out my friend, so what’s it to be?"

*I bowed to Shay, hearing her proper title*

"I am with you all the way princess"

*Just as the drives finshed spinning up and Shay reached for Hyperdrive Control Lever, the message came in and a small holo of Marshal appeared on the dash in front of her.*

:: We will not be attacking but all those involved may participate in the upcoming ceremony transferring the planet's jurisdiction to the Grey Jedi. ::

"Oh Sithspit! It looks like we got all dressed up for nothing"

:: General Lighttrayn to Recon Fleet Echo-Two-Five, stand down. We have new orders, execute attack abort abort. Head to Ossus and meet up with Sharp ::

*Shay looked over her shoulder at Diamonte,* "We are going to go on to Barab I... but there better be cake"

*Hyperdrives engaged, the Corvettes heading for Ossus and the YT-2000 on to Barab I.*