He wore his black leathers, his uniform that he'd dress in when piloting his core. The large mechanized battle suit had stopped a short distance from the car Esta had been traveling in, its chest lifting and opening to reveal the seat in which Daron sat.

Quickly, he hopped out of the frame, and jogged over to Esta, running gloved fingers through midnight hair as he neared, and thus, slowed.

Once there he assumed a casual posture, one hand within easy reach of the heavy blaster holstered at his side, ever serious about his job as her guard. Rust colored eyes darted this way and that, scanning the immediate area with eagle like precision.

For just a moment, his guard like attitude fell away as he glanced over at Esta, smiled, and offered a reassuring wink, before returning his attention to the surrounding area.

Street woke late in the morning, which was unusual. Sari was supposed to wake him up to go with her to the clinic. Fleet had some work for him. He left the bed and entered into the kitchen. No Sari, the dining room, no Sari, the garage, no Sari.

He entered the living room and saw a note from her.

*Off to get some supplies for breakfast, be back soon.*

He looked around in concern. It was way past breakfast time. He flipped on the cell phone and called the clinic. The phone just rang and no one picked up. Then he remembered. Fen and Mokkies wedding was today. No one would be at the clinic, except for Sari. Now he was worried.

He darted back to the bedroom, put on his cargo pants, strapped on his empty holsters, and grabbed his Wolf's Angel from under the bed. He strapped the sword to his back and headed off to the garage. A knock stopped in his track. A female voice called for him.

He opened the front door to see a messenger Lupe. She told him people were here to see him. Funny looking people with pointy ears were at the main gate. He nodded and told her to follow him. He trotted out to the main gate were the marduk robots kept guard and he saw the Allorians.

He pulled up to the gate and stopped. He looked at them for a moment and asked.

"What brings you here?"

Street took a moment to thing on what Esta said. She would not see grief in his one natural eye. The red eye showed no sorry or worry, it showed hard steel and a glint of revenge.

Street turned to the messenger Lupe. He asked for two scrolls of parchment. Quickly scrawling two messages, he told the Lupe to deliver one to Ammy, and one to Fleet at the wedding.

That done he stepped closer to the gate, unlocked it, and stepped outside. He stood with arms crossed. That glint of revenge now snapped into a glowing blaze of pure menace.

"Tell me more about this enemy of yours? They will regret taking her." His tone was ice compared to the fire in his eye.

He followed Esta into their vehicle and sat down. His paws absent mindedly lingered over the empty holsters on his hip. He stopped himself and instead worked on inspecting a weapon just as old as himself, his custom Wolf's Angel. Nasty sword. It was double edged, curved near the tip on right side, and on the left side of the blade it curved back into a hook. It was the Lupinossi's most vicious weapon made for war. Lethal and disarming in one package.

He looked out the window and then to Esta and her companions.

"I should let you know, that I have been in war since I was young and have held the position of general twice and captain more than I care to remember. i am no stranger to fighting."

His orange eye glowed and fixed on Esta. His paw rubbed his furred chin for a few seconds.

"Nevah fails. Even in me own homeland war is always present. I am not surprised they took Sari. Grab teh weakest member of an ally, and hold them hostage. Would have been a tactic me own squad has done over and over again." His voice a bit gruff and low in the car.

Street sat forward and reaching behind him unlatched his scabbard and sword. He kept the wolf's angel laying across his knees as he began a routine inspection on the oddly curved blade.

"These Tagirian lads. What types of weaponry do they employ? I am afraid my usual compliment of side arms were retired and all I have is my Wolf's Angel here." He looked up to Esta then looked at the other two in the car.

"And these two laddies of yours. Who they be?"

He looked back at Esta with another hard stare.

"Lass, show me the horrors, give me good weapons, and launch me to hell for all I care. I'll make satan himself piss himself before I have me way with him for takin my mate. That I guarantee. I have fought off planet and am familiar with advance weaponry. You can thank the Iron Legion formerly under Lord Brutin of the Slaver's Association for that training. I was a captain for his army."

He looked out the window of the car. "At least I don't have anyone here who will miss much when I disappear for some time."

Another glance to Esta. "And I am sure Sari can feel me coming. She'll be a brave lass."

Meanwhile. Back on the Interdictor. The newest flagship of the Tagirian grand fleep. Cody was venting trying to stay calm. Bacara sat at the head of the table.

"Cody you will get your revenge. Gree....Get scouts out there now. Bly and myself will ready the fleet. Rex can handle himself. Mesh and Saxon is with him...along with the project. And a few other surprises. Dont worry. They will give her back."

Gree and Bly had no idea what Bacara was talking about. But as they spoke. Rex was getting implant fitted and linked to the Murauder combat system. Rex was liking the feel of it. A top secret project that only a hand full knew. The engineers and scientists who came up with it? Well there is n way they could tell anyone six foot under in durasteel boxes.

Rex waited outside the compound with the dones. He looked around. All quiet. He gave the signal and had the drones raise the sheild and cloak the base.

He turned and walked to the armory. He got his prototype rifle and loaded it. He put his helmet on and grabbed his blades and strapped them to his back.

He knew soon someone would come. He activated the droids and waited.

He was in the Bunkers main cell. He was let go an armed. He looked to Rex and bowed his head. He had finally returned from the shadows of his mind.

"Valan raise your head. I see you as a brother not servant. Our fathers are brothers....So are we. I need your strength my friend. " His english accent flowing strong. "Please lend it to me."

Valan lifted his head and pulled his helmet on. A dark sinester helmet. "YOU have it Rex my brother." He drew a blade from his back. A black blade with a harmonic core. He felt something comming, but who and what.

Rex and Valan looked towards the noise. Rex ran for the Marauder. Valan switched his Stalker armor on and drew his blade. The black harmonic sheath falling to the ground. Valan barked orders as the base ship busted into the sky.

Rex suited up and walked into the hanger. The doors were open. He grabbed the large cannons and flew out. Dropping hard for the ground. He crashed in a loud explosion. Rex stood and looked around. He drew a shaft and ignited the Plasma blade. He walked forward. Blade in one hand, rifle in the other. He was hunting, he didnt care if he was loud.

Stim implants pumping more and more stims into his system. His senses hightened. Vision sharper, smell slightly elevated. Hearing enhanced to 20 thousand hertz.

Valan turned and headed down the dead end hall she was in. His elite commandos setting up infront of him. Rex however was seaking to prevent them from being needed. He knew who was comming. Street himself. This would be a fight that would test them both. He was a perfect blend of his father and mother. Her brains, his brawn, her logic, his tactics. Her cold hearted voice, his brutal fighting style.

Bacara and Gree however received a signal from the base ship and sent Bly with an Assassin unit along with Cody to help. Cody had only one thing on mind. Getting Alaria back...at any....cost..... Bacara turned and walked for the command deck of the flag ship. Gree went to his frigate. Something about what was about to unfold would decide the fate of many. Bacara knew Cody would disappear and find Alaria, he wouldnt be punished, Bacara would do the same.

Bly sat in the back of the transport. Meditating, thinking, calculating. Cody sitting across from him, their minds one. Both of them were blood brothers and had a subconcious bond between one another. Bly felt Cody's thoughts and feelings. Cody felt Bly's thoughts and feelings. There was only one true wild card yet to play. Mesh and Ezra, if they aided their mates in any way....the balance would tip at their whim towards either side.

There are moments in everyone's life when you have to choose just what it is you're doing. Ezra chose, back when she was in that cell she chose. Ezra's blood is Alorian, and if the Tagress were willing to leave their own in a cell for months on end, then so be it. They were not her kind.

She was with the three that had left the bunker and were now making their way like ghosts down towards the fray at hand. Her blade was pulled out, vanishing the second it appeared like a predator hunting through the suburban jungle. The pistol clicked behind her, Draga was readied.

Esta was leading the way and as two fan blades came into view they vanished. There was one thing she knew, Esta on a good day was nothing to mess with, on a bad day... Clear the way. Lilith was next and it didn't take long for the dual blades to appear and vanish all the same.

At the sight of Valan, Ezra drew back for a moment. She knew that helm and everything. The cloak was dropped and she gave away the Alorian's presence. But the question was, how many were there. In the distance, a loud scream fell from one Tagress as it fell to the blade of Lilith. Apparently Esta was waiting for the most opportune moment to attack.

Ezra screamed at the top of her lungs to her mate," They left us to our fate and this is your way!? How can you aid them after all they've done!?" In her rage the closest Tagress was subjected to her blade as she made her way towards the man she called her mate.

Draga slid forwards to Street's aid while still in stealth. Upon reaching his side she whispered silently," Do not worry... We are here to help you Street."

Esta was next to strike. She had managed to beat through the fray and advance towards Rex. The young one had another thing coming to him, because somewhere along the line she had stowed her blades. Her fists came out and one gave the warning to his chin that she meant business. The cloak was dropped and she took her combat stance. Hand to hand was what she craved. This fool was going to pay for what he had done to Sari.

The Hybrid Alorian could smell Sari's blood upon him. No matter how hard he tried to wash it away, he could smell it. There was a low, draconic, growl coming from her as her helm was lifted from her face. Silver hair fell free, her vibrant violet eyes flared to life with vicious sparks. She hadn't had the urge for death in a very long time. Her smirk grew as she spoke up towards Rex," Did you get a kick out of what you did to Sari? Well here's another female for you to beat on, lets hope you have a harder time with me."

If Rex was smart, he would know who she would and have reason to fear. If Esta was leading the unit, then there would be no lie that the two best commanders of the Alorians was with her. Lilith and Draga, two well known Tagirian Killers.

Valan froze hearing his mate. He clenched his fists and roared. He dropped to his knees and haulted in any movement. He cuoldnt hurt her. Rex was half way between the grounfdand the ship. He turned and tried to make it back.

Valan shot forward and killed the commandos about to shoot Ezra. Valan chose as well. He her through the acess tunnels to the shuttles. The shuttle was unmarked shuttle. Have to love galatic law. He saw the base ship explode. Rex stopped and saw a shuttle leave. He aimed and fired for it. He roared every time he missed. He was upset Valan and Ezra defected. He roared and dropped the magna-cannons and let them overload. He turned and drew both plasma blades going for the battle. He saw her, Esta, and was intent on fighting her full force.

Valan meanwhile took the shuttle and landed it. He could take this anymore. He was given the second most prestegious armor. Stalker armor. He kneeled in the cargo hold of the shuttle, in the shadows. He was ashamed of what he had done.

The Tagirian wanted to play with all his might? Esta was more curious about the armor he was wearing. It was new, a model he had never seen. Fingers curled together into fists and she perked a grin. Her feet shifted to point outwards towards him, her fists rose up and she opened a palm, giving him a come hither motion with her glove. The Tiger of Aloria was grinning, a low purr of blood lust pushed from her lips while she waited for this Tagirian to give it his all. She was curious to see just how long this new armor of his would let him live.

He put the plasma blades away. He walked towards her. Thunderous thuds against the ground as he made his way towards her. He shot forward with a burst of wind. He was right infront of her. A massively armored fist drawn back about to slam into her. His thought processes sped up with the stims pumping into his body. His heart was racing. The shear thought of fighting the Tiger of Aloria intoxicated him. His father spoke of how he would become blood drunk when he knew he would fight against her. This must have been her. He let his fist fly for her. He could almost hear it. The sound of her flying back into a wall. But he awoke from his fantasy to concentrate on the here and now.

Eyes bulged open wide when she realized that he was stronger, faster, wilder than any Tagirian he had ever seen. This was going to be rich. As he hit her stomach she slid back, her form didn?t hit the wall, she didn't topple, nor did she scream. In all truths she was crouching forwards, a deep breath drawn in before she snickered bitterly towards her blood favored foe. Her violets burned with sadistic lust for blood, a cold grin, fangs forming, curled upon her lips. Her fists coiled again and what looked like a slow step forwards was actually a flash of one. He was just seeing what little his mind could process before she was there, her fist pulsing into his gut at a shocking rate. There was a low, feral snicker from her lips as she whispered," Ding dong... Ding dong... Who's there?" Sing song voice carrying through the area before she hummed out softly and viciously," Sounds like the sound of crushing bones...."

Rex slid back. He hunched over lightly. He straightened up. He didnt seem to be faltering. His entire body was hocked up on stims. He shot forward. His turn for the brutal assault. His armor leaving small holea in the ground of where his feet were. He shot forward once more, Running at her. He got in close and readied his fists once more. The sound of mechanical joints hissing to keep up with his movements. Once he connected his mind to the Marauder system's, it moved much faster then before. He unleashed everything he had. A laugh of pure bloodlust came from the vocabulator. "Knock KNOCK!" He moved and brought his hands straight above his head. The sound of metal slamming into metal had an sickening, gut twisting feel about it. He roared as he went to bring his fists right down on top of her head. From what he saw, he knew she wouldn?t die. May have a headache, but not die. No no....her reputation foreshadowed her skills, and from what he has seen. The reputation was indeed correct.

Reputation? Bah! This was Esta Nayru, Ambassidor of Alorianack, first daughter of the Nayru Clan, Hidden Queen of the Alorian Blood Line, first piece of many. A low howl fell from her lips, her smirk growing while she turned her eyes up towards those thundering fists that were coming down. A snicker came from her lips, she moved towards 10% of what she had in her, her form shifting to the side. The fists would miss, pity. He would have to try harder. Her fists shot forwards in the side of the Tagirian. She growled out loudly," Common! What the hell?! You already have beat your brothers who's blood have caressed my hands, don't fail me now!" She growled again roughly and her form moved to slide behind him," Who the fack is there?!"

Rex stood. He turned. "I am Rex. Son of Bacara and Mesh." He shot forward. He released all of the safety protocols. He let the stems pump him as full as they could. He growled as he felt it. He moved forward. His fists flying everywhere. Destroying the ground and surrounding area. He roared like no one had heard from a Tagirian before. He shot forward, one thing on his mind. Kill her, return to his mate and parents smiling faces. He spun and had a leg flying for her. He had received a message just then on Tag open channels. He growled and would fight even harder. To sink as low as to stealing his uncle Cody's mate. She would pay....For all the pain and disgrace she has placed upon that man. Mechanical joints screaming from the strain. But it held fast to him. "Having problems Arrow Ear! What?s the Matter! Am I to much Man for you...Just like HIM! Am I to much like the only man to ever match you!" He was pissed now. It was one thing to attack the mal. But ask any Tagirian. If a close friends mate was hurt or killed or taken by an enemy. They would fight not only for themselves, but for his friends dignity and honor.

: "I was a child then... I was a child then!" She roared out in response, the kick was taken as she was caught off guard. Her form was flung forwards while she groaned out roughly. The kick had come at a shock. Her form slid back as she clenched her eyes tightly shut. A weak whimper fell from her lips as her nails dug into the ground. She coughed for a moment and gritted her teeth. That was new. She shifted upwards in her spot and while she did so she grinned softly. Her hand moved to wipe at her lips. A low hum fell from her lips and her eyes narrowed a bit and she thought for a moment. Fifteen percent aught to do. A flicker of blood fell from her finger tips and then a vicious laugh," I haven't bled in ages." This was just what she had ached for, what she had craved since Sari was taken from her escort. Elle had been direly injured, but that wouldn't stop what she would do next. Speed, power, everything he was using, she had managed to match with just five more percent on top of ten.

She got a kick to the gut, well he would get a fist to the jaw and while he was sliding back, and if he was sliding back, she would land a kick to his gut. The sheer force of it may as well have sent him flying back. It was time to return the favor, it was time to make him bleed.

Rex was rattled inside the casing of the armor. He slid back and laughed. He spun and activated the jump jets on his back. Kicking up sand into the air. he hugged the ground and swept his leg. He knew, of he knew he got to her. "That isnt what the records say!" He was rung up by the multitude of hits she landed before he countered. He had to think outside the box. Go unorthodox....fight like his father when HE becomes blood drunk. His old man was a wild beast when he got that way. Time for him to do the same. He roared as his foot carved a line in the ground as it went for her legs. He had to end this. In one way or another. He tried to put more power into it by activating the thrusters in the boots. Oh that would make things much, much worse. More dust in the air. If it weren?t for the green sensors being used for eyes, he might would have been able to hide, but alas, he wasn?t able to hide. A beauty and the beast tale this was turning out to be, the beauty facing and fighting the beast

But one thing was for sure, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing he was being torn up on the inside because of her hits. He studied her. Her ability to use magic and fight, oh he was prepared thusly the layer of gel between the biomesh suit and his body. This would soon end things. If he missed, he would lose the upper hand. He wouldn?t be able to pull something off like this twice. The only man to ever last against her was gone, he ran away like a coward. Now it was Rex's time to -
Rex: shine. He roared and versioned her flying into he air and landing on her back. But he would alter said plans.

Dust, perfect. Dust. The helm was placed over her head, her hand soon shot for her arm as he prepared to do his extravagant move. She vanished then and there. Her form shifted through the dust as she smirked. He had missed her by a fraction of an inch. It was then that she chose to not play fair. Her form slid forwards, she shot her fists forwards into his back. Her feet shot into the back of his knees to bring him into a bow. She was growling like a vicious beast as she looked down at the man before her. Her fingers balled up into fists as she reappeared. A snicker pushed from her helm while she whispered out to him tauntingly," All the king's men couldn't put him back together again." Esta hadn't even broke a sweat with this infernal game of Tiger and Tagress, the beast within her purred with delight as she continued to speak to him," Surrender now, give up, and perhaps you'll see Saxton again." The sources, the things she knew. She was pressuring him, tormenting him," I know all about the pretty experiment that is Saxton. Just like you..." She was still a safe distance away as she asked," How does it feel to be born from a test tube." Yes, yes, pretty Tagress, go in to berserk mode.

His fingers dug into the ground. He lowered his head. The mouth guard slammed shut. He slowly got to his feet. Her words echoing in his mind. He knew he wasn't Bacara's and Mesh's son. He was hunched over. He twitched occasionally. He clenched his fists and exploded. He roared and thrashed around. The wings on the back of the armor unfolded into full form. There were small patches on the armor that detached and fell to the ground into chunks. He reached behind his back and drew a large cylinder. He activated the plasmatic blade, then spun it activating the other side. He turned to her. The green sensory eyes slowly turning red. He had fully connected to the system. He knew in his subconscious mind his mother was having his mental pathways and neural transmissions recorded for study. He clenched the blade in both hands. That very blade style. It was his. He had watched every holovid on learning the style. He spun and twirled the blade in a perfect dance like fashion. Almost as if he knew the Tagirian version of the Dance of Plasma Death. What drove him even worse was the thought of not seeing Saxon again. He couldn't lose. He realized he was truly outmatched, but here. In this very fight, he had gained more respect then he would ever imagine, win or lose. He knew his family would be ever so proud of him.

WIth the engines of the NIGHTMARE fired up, Daron raced to Esta. The world was but a blur beneath that black streak in the air that was Daron and his mecha-unit. The MU sped off at an alarming speed, with a roaring sound of overdrive engines burning at max capacity. He was obviously, in a hurry.

Saxton would be proud of her mate never the less. She knew what he was doing, knew that he was forever strong. But Esta was another story. When he drew the dual plasmatic blades and turned towards her she sneered from under her helm. There was a flashing red blink in her helm at the corner of her eye. The Nightmare was coming for her, that was just fine. As he started towards her with the blade she did something that few Tagirians would ever live to see, she drew her fan blades.

At first they looked like simple blades, simple things and items that were just that, blades, but with a flicker of light, a hiss, and a snap of electricity like energy the blades opened to their full glory. One had spanned out to a full on fan while the other fanned out behind her as a hissing store of energy. There was a low hum from her lips while she snickered softly," Mhehehehe... This is delightful." It had been decades since Esta had pulled her fan blades.

Rex had driven her to do just that, make them show their true vicious nature. Her eyes focused on the Tagirian, the beeping in the corner of her eye grew faster as he grew closer. She snickered once again, her blades swooshing a bit in her spot while she got a feel for them. If ever there was such a fine display of fans, to truly captivate her foe like a snake charmer, she would have to be naked. Rex was lucky she wasn't.

Then it was there, that rather large MU dropped from the sky like a bullet, zooming downward feet first, to land with a loud crash, several hundred feet behind Esta. In it's left hand, was a large plasma cannon, in it's right, what looked like a regular sword, until it suddenly lit up with a red hot glow as it became superheated. "Esta!" came Daron's voice over the loudspeakers of the MU. "Get over here!"

Rex shot forward. He connected his blade to hers. The sheer fight itself was a dance in its beauty and deathly grace. Naked, clothed, it bothered him not. The onyl naked form that would ever capture his thoughts was Saxon's. He knew he couldnt compete with her now that she drew the fan blades. He wasnt that man, the only man who fended her off to her level. He knew that before all was said and done. He froze seeing the thing and slowed to a stop. He roared and killed his blades. He dropped to one knee then put his other on the ground. He dropped his blade and kneeled there. "End it witch. I know who you are Esta....I know al about your past....And who the only person to fight you on full terms was." He sounded cocky. Too cocky.

Esta laughed as she stood there. Her form leaned forwards and she whispered to him softly," No, you live... That's what you're going to live with for the rest of your life. You had an honorable battle and instead of dying like you should have, you will live." Her helm came off to reveal that even then she had not broke a sweat. She snickered," You really are lucky. If I was going at twenty percent you would be dead." She smirked, her form flashed back at thirty percent to leave him in the blue.

The other Alorians were backing off, now that everything was dead and Rex was the only thing left. Only when Esta was by the MU's side did she reappear. Her silver hair fluttered in the breeze and violet eyes burned viciously. She kept her eyes on the survivor before she spoke to Daron," You can scold me about leaving your side later, I think our work is done. Draga!" She called over the coms," Tell Street what news Daron has just sent me through my link!" She transferred it over before she looked back to the Tagirian," You lost Tagirian, your target has been found and is in clinic. You know the rules about that ground." Only then did she turn to look up at the MU," Ready!"

Rex roared and slammed his fists into the ground. He knew his mother, son or no....She would come close to killing him. She would have to....

The hatch opened, revealing Daron there in his black jumpsuit, his face masked by a visor and other strange equipments that all connected his mind to the MU's system. "Get in, Esta," he said as the MU dropped to one knee, that heated blade dying out as it was returned to it's spot on the MU's back. The now free hand went out, and created a ramp of sorts, for her to walk up, while the plasma cannon remained trained on the Tagirian.

Up the ramp she would go. Her steel blue covered form settled behind Daron's in the spot she knew all to well. She patted his shoulder and buckled in. Her voice came again as she spoke," Leave him alive to explain himself to Mesh'la Tal." Esta really knew how to torment a Tagirian, and his was going to be the worst punishment of all, Mesh'La Tal.

Without a word, the MU rose up, and the hatch closed. Boosters were kicked in with a roar of engines and flames as the ground was left scorched beneath the soon departing unit. It was off in a black blur that as no more than a dark line in the sky, leaving the beaten Tagirian far behind.

Sweat beaded his brow. The skirmish with the Interdictor was severe. The Bi-Duran, for all the stealthy technology scrounged over the years, and the 4 wings of Fighter Droids, was no match for a head on attack with the Interdictor. Granted they got in a few good licks on the Tagerian ship, but the whooping in return was worse.

Com chatter from the Alorians indicated the Tagerian ground force wiped out, and a request for space escort of a captured Tagerian prisoner. Ember used the Force to operate the com station.

"Ember Pallin to Alorian ground force. Will dispatch Adaptus Shuttle to pick up prisoner with escorts. Pulling Bi-Duran back from the Tagerian Interdictor."

He cut the com channel. He sent more Force into the core circuits of the Imperial Dreadnought and pulled away from the fire fight. Droid fighters, what was left of them pulled in retreat and played rear guard as well.

"Revert systems to normal and set low orbit for shuttle deploy and recovery." his voice called out strained to the Astromech droids.

He sat back, soaked in sweat, exhausted. He looked over the damage reports.

Damages:
Fighter Wave 1, Destroyed (12 ships)
Fighter Wave 2, Heavy Losses (10 ships)
Fighter Wave 3, Considerable Losses (8 ships)
Fighter Wave 4, Considerable Losses (7 ships)

11 fighters remain.

30% damage to outer hull.

8 Shield Generators offline, 2 Online at 70%

Cloaking Generators 1, 2, offline, 3 at 50%, 4 at 60%.

Both reactors at 80%

Decks 4, 5, and 6, have breeches.

Ember shook his head. He was lucky. He had the astromech droids cloak the Bi-Duran and changed the orbit path again to insure they weren't tracked.

"Alorian force, Addaptus ready to pick up. Please send coordinate."

The Bi-Duran finished repairs under cloaking. Scanners and physical visuals would fail looking for them. There was a reason he had scavenged and put a lot of effort into those 4 cloaking shield generators. He sat on the bridge watching read outs. He had just finished sending the last of the Medical Supplies on the ship to Rhydin for storage and care of the Den.

He tapped metal fingers as he thought on how many friendships he was pulling back on. Space battles can have nasty drawbacks for people land side depending on who won. He wanted all ties to the Den gone so they wouldn't be caught in the cross fire. The Force gave him a sense and feeling of what was to come. A long fight.

He tapped out a quick, Sith Imperium Encrypted message:

"Greeting Sith Lord Dark Throne. I have been making the runs as requested and have faced and issue that is holding up your precious supplies. A race called the Tagereans have attacked an Ally of mine. I offered support, and now they clamor on their coms about a supposed supply shuttle being attacked by me. They wish my head, and possibly the head of my allies. I am pulling one of my 8 favors. I request assistance from the Sith Imperial Fleet. Any assistance would be appreciated. I can sense their reinforcements gathering through the Force. "

Captain Ember Pallin of the Bi-Duran. Dark Thrones Hidden Hand.

The message beamed out in a blink as the Bi-Duran shifted course again, keeping its whereabouts shrouded in mystery. He noted the Alloreans didn't send the coordinates for the prisoner pick up. Maybe the prisoner was rescued or dead. Was not his concern. What was his concern was his furry friends planet side. He stared out at the stars and waited for a reply.