Awakening from his slight nap, he had resting at the moment the attack had went off. His comlink buzzing in his ear. Really only hearing the alarm and another command given to him.

None the less, rushing to his cock-pit. His fingers, almost litterally gliding across the command board. Getting his hanger to open as his Jedi Starfighter, finaly was free from the cuplinks holding it fast to his transport Vessel.

"Great, another pointles and useless fight i am being dragged into." Grabbing his mask, sliding it onto his head as he got to his ship. Watching as the others under the command of, Gabriel Ashlocke, hurried to the ship as well.

Chuckling to himself wondering, How many would make it back?, but there lives meant little to him. He didn't know them, or even care for them, but he was stuck having to baby sit them now.

"Gabe...you owe me for this." Getting into his cockpit, sliding his face mask on, a hiss as it attached itself to him. His finger sliding across the command board once more, as his Fighter lifted free from the floor of the hanger, a few other fighters as well.

"Ok, Red squad, your with me. Blue, Green, and the rest of you, Focus on defense of this ship." And with that, his fighter shot off out of the hanger.

Taking the controls, firing off a few shots at a nearby enemy pilot. Red Squad sticking to him, as the rest soon broke off and engage the enemy in an all out dogfight.

Engaged in his own fights, a few well placed shots, and the emeny ship, was toast. The force extended around him, he may not have been able to feel the presence completely of his enemies. But such holes, voids if you will did not go unnoticed.

A few nearby explosions signaled, that someone, either an ally, or one of opposition was not going to return. Looking around to get a better view, He had lost one of his team, in the initial clash. One down, and about fifteen left.

"Reds 3, 5, 6, 10 head to there communication hub, and bring it down. Reds 2, 4, 7 take out as many of their hangers you can. Reds 8, 9, 12, 15 go hit their egines. The rest, we are going for the Command Deck." said, taking complete control of the situation. A few calm breaths was all he needed, before intrancing himself with his "Battle Mediation" ability.

Soon the battle had drawn out a bit, they were begining to show signs of, losing. The constant struggle, of dodging enemy fire from both Pilots, and onboard turrets. Had robbed him of a few more of his group, Reds 6, 9, 12, and 13. were gone. But none the less, most of them had made it to their appointed positions and started to assualt it.

Barrel rolling and a few more well placed shots and he downed another. Taking aim, and firing off one of his missiles ridded the battle of another. He wasn't one much for space combat, but when he needed to he at least knew how to perform. Finaly within reach of his destinantion. Watching as a Explotion from the port side, lurched the main ship to the side. One of their Hangers was just destroyed.

"Open Fire" As he said it his team opened on the Command deck tearing it to shreds. One last blast, from a turret located on the top of the command deck, fired off. But in its awkward postion scathed his Starfighter, almost hitting his engine.

But the assualt was not without its damage, it did take out his balance causing him to stall. The distance, between him and the surface of the ship became dangerous. His warning lights flashing. Fighting feverishly with the Commands to reboot the the system. His engine sputtering dead within a few seconds. His momentum, still going forward.

He began to lose hope. Letting himself sit there, his system was unresponsive and dead, ready to accept that he would soon join those he had lost in the Space battle.

Time seemed to slow. The coldness of the outside tempature, slowly starting to freeze the thick glass of his cockpit. His visor, begining to slowly, mist as the heat from himself and the sudden change in tempature began to come. His mind went blank, the blarring from the alarm grew more and more distant. As he drew closer and closer to what he thought to be his end. Then in all quietness, he remembered his words to his beloved before leaving. I will be back, Serenity, I promise...

Bringing himself back to life his fingers raced across the comamnd board, a few more seconds and he would have been dead. But finaly, his engine returned to the living, and taking the controls not a moment to soon. Ripping back on the controls, as his fighter leveled out and arched up. Pressing his feet down hard on the accelerator. The Starfighter lurched forward and took back off.

Turning himself to face the battle that still raged on. Darting back into the battle, as another hanger exploded, and the engine started to sputter dead. This Priesthood Vessel was going to be little more than scrap space metal, when this was all said and done.

Its command deck, was destroyed. Two of its hanger were gone, and soon it engines were as well. Finaly, the communication hud, sounded the defeat of it. Now all that remained was to finish the stragglers.

"Red Team, regroup and rejoin." A smile came from behind his mask. And he slightly chuckled, he had goosebumps. This was the closest he had ever been to death.

"Gabriel...This battle is over." He said as the Preisthood Vessel finaly gave into its damages and explosions rippled it surface, and destroying its insides, as it was being rocked, to and fro, around by the devastating explosions.

Hearing the command to return, breaking off from the combat as his team finished out his orders. Returning to the hanger as instructed once more.

A few moments carried through, and finaly the rest of the fighters returned to the hanger as well. Just starting to count them one by one. Sighing, as he did. He didn't have rank, not with them at least.

Finaly getting sick and tired of them moving about. Constantly going back and forth, getting supplies and giving them to the engineers to repair their ships. A few engineers mixing in with the fighters as well, going to get specific supplies. This was an attempt to speed along the fighter repairs, but it kept making him lose count. The Fight was over, but he had neither heard a command from Gabriel, or any of the other officiers that his command of them had been removed.

"FALL IN! Engineers disregard the order." He shouted, the pilots looked around. Confused at the order given, this person had no visible rank. Now Caliber was becoming agiated. "If i repeat myself one more time, your C.O. will hear that you disobeyed a direct order, from your acting Commander."

With that, they hadn't hesiated, now that they understood what he meant. Standing there at attention in their squads, and platoons. The engineers went about their duties. As he carried about his job of getting the head count.

This was a lucky fight, they had only lost 34 pilots. Especially after such a hectic scramble, and meeting an overwhelming opponent. But none the less, they were victorious.

Though it hadn't been without cause, luck was with them. That was what they would possibly play it off as. But still, Luck is a fickle mistress, and had a way of back firing in the end. And he had almost lost himself in that skirmish as well.

"Fall out." He said a bit more calmly, then when he had to put his boot up their rears to get them in line. Grining to himself, the thought that he even got them to do that was a minor accomplishment in itself. Returning to his Fighter, begining his own repairs.

"Gabriel, we lost 34 pilots. Red team lost five fighters. Blue team hes been decimated, in fact we need a new Blue team. Green is half force, and Black is aswell. White team lost one fighter." Giving his report as he went about the repairs to his own craft.

Looking at the scarring from the shot that almost failed him. Running a hand over and thanking the Force he was alive.

Nearing the completeion of his own crafts repairs. Looking to his under arm Nav. board. Essentially his remot eto his Droids. Starting to move his finger, as though typeing something. A few comands came to the screen, he had neither the time, nor the patience to await the rest of the Engineer to finish repairs.

His boarding ramp opened once more, and a few astromech droids came out. Typing in their commands, they went about repairing minor damages and wielding parts, to the other pilots fighters. He only had five astromechs, to spare, so he could only have them work on five at a time. This however dramatically boosted the time it would take to recover their ships.

Seeing no other reasons fo rhim to really stay in the hanger anymore. Deciding it best to look around, through the doors to the hanger he went, and out into a hallway. Apearently the ship had sustained a few damages of its own in the fight. Watching as the egineers and others ran about fixing what they could, when they could.

Going down the hall, and turning a corner. Just casualy walking about. Armor, cloak, Mask and all. Coming to a window and looking out.

Thinking, of his family that was still back in Rhy'Din. He had left her, and the unborn twins. To offer his aid to Dust Belarus, and his Empire. But, the thought of her still brought an unseen smile to his face.

Leaning against what appeared to be a supply cart. With all sorts of mechanical spare parts lying about on it. Shaking his head, the fight was over. But something told, him they weren't out of the battle yet.

Bringing his head up from the cart and looking back out the window, a few bright lights had caught his attention. A bizzare specticle, but the force said other wise.

Focusing on it just a bit extending his sense to where one of lights was...waiting for a few seconds. Yes this brought his suspicions back. Using his masks visor enhancing sight, he peered out. And spotted yet again another of the Preisthood Vessel.

Jumping back as a few engineers ran past him. Within a split second, he reached out and grabbed one, by the collar.

"Get me to the Command Deck! Now!" He shouted authority coming through in his voice. The engineer, looked as the others ran about doing their jobs. He struggled, but Caliber, quickly put an end to that by slamming him into the wall. "Get me to the Command Deck now, or you can kiss your life good bye."

"Fine if it'll get you off my back..." Said as he looked the one, who held him fast to the wall, right at eye level.

Letting him go, as the engineer led him up to the command deck. The auto-turrets locked on to them, and with a flick of his wrist they were disabled momentarily. Forcing the door, open Caliber strode in. Gabriel had already seen it too, and all his people were racing about at their stations, preping the ship to fire on it designated target.

Walking in just as Gabriel asked if they could fight back. And seeing the engineers response to the question.

"Gabriel, how come it is everytime I happen to get a break in this ship, we are assualted?" Shaking his head, "better yet do not answer the question."

Turning around. And heading back to the door, intending to go back to the Hanger.

"Just open the hanger. It appears a bit of 'Agressive Negoitations' are in order with our pursuers. And get this wounded tin can out of here. I can at least provide enough of a window for you to get you and your men out of here. Then if i dont reply back when i am done with my negoitations, at least you will return to anyone you may have." Walking back out, of the Command Deck and running back down to the hanger.

Climbing into his Starfighter. Opening up his wrist Nav chart, typing in a command remotly to his ship. As it attached, two circular objects to his starfighter. Then followed by lowering in his personal astromech droid.

"Gabriel, you got any stealth transport ships? If you do, get a few of your front line combatants on it. I can not take that thing by myself." The question given over the comlink.

Two things entered his mind now...why did Gabriel honestly thought he could really tell him what to do at this point in time. And how increasingly annoying this was becoming.

But was content at the moment, it only meant he didn't have to go and risk himself to another fight that was not his own. Yet every time he wasn't looking or at least when he was breaking for a few minutes. Things seemed to go astray.

The quicker things went and the smoother they did, just meant the quicker he could get to Dust. After all he was out of line with the order, to open the hanger. It wasn't his ship, it was Gabriel's but just sitting back and doing nothing would get him no where fast as well.

Switching his comlink off and taking it out of his ear. His head leaned back in the seat.

"Fine, then just get us out of here in one piece." Rolling is eyes, and sighing heavily, before putting his ear piece back in.

Replying grundgidly, "Fine i can wait...but i am going to be at standby until, we are clear of that vessel."

Another damned command for Gabe and Cal just thought he might blow a fuse. But as the comlink broke and the news was given... Cal adjusted his attitude of General Ashlocke, Gabriel. Infact if things went accordingly, he may be calling to him for help some day, himself.

After hearing that reinfrocements had final arrived. A sigh of sheer relief exited him. Having to no longer be the only one out there barking orders and having to stay on top of things. In fact he wouldn't in all honestly take any part in the space battle, no his intentions were getting to the enemy ship, and getting his feet to the ground of their Hanger.

If that could happen he would prove much more useful than any way he could inside the cockpit of his fighter. A smirk crossed his hidden face. His fingers slid across the command board.

"The transport, and boarding ships will need cover till they can arrive at their appointed destinantions. All fighters from the I.W.S Ascending Justice focus on the defense of them. Colonel Talbot, and Major Garren sirs, have your fighters focus on keeping the enemy pilots busy." He said trying to get a full grasp on what he could do, and hoping that they would relay the orders to their troops themselves.

As the fighters from the hanger, Cal was in, took off and out, he did as well.

Needles to say the enemy vessel did as well in retalitation to them scrambling their fighters.

His orders to the pilots of Gabriels ship where follwed, and the fighters broke off while staying as close as the could to the transport ship, and broading crafts.

Caliber himself, and the team he led. Were given different orders, instead of directly covering the crafts.

A hard spin to the right and a missile barely grazed under his ship. Firing off a few rounds, that missed the main target and hit the wingman behind him. Spining the opposite way and breaking hard to the right, to avoid crashing into him. A loop, and Cal now had the under hand. Behind him, shooting off a few shots.

"Break off, i have this one. Red Team, continue with teh mission."

The enemy pilot, spun aournd adn dived down, as the shots flew harmlessly over his craft. Coming about to face Cal. shooting off a few shots of his own.

Cal, banked to the left. Barely scratching by the shots of his opponent. Narrowly noticing the tick marks, that somewhat looked like X'ed out skulls, on the side of his fighter...then Cal finaly realized something. Funny how plans change in the midst's of combat, both ground and aerial. A grin pursed his lips, unseen behind the shielded glass of his cockpit, and futher more under his mask.

He was dealing with an ace...

::Red Team::

Red One: "Caliber, we have arrived at our Target. Your orders?"

Caliber: "Kind of busy here, you know the mission. Infiltrate and Sabotage. Carry out your priorities and then get off that ship." His com goes dead, and all that can be heard is static...

Red One: "Caliber were under heav-" Then static, nothing more...

::Caliber::

A hard break to the right, and a dive downwards. Avoiding some more shots, recovering flipping around. And coming about his rear again. Shooting off two missiles, followed by a slew of bullets.

The enemy Ace, mimiced Cals, movements and avioded him again.

Reacting faster, tapping a buttong and his front thrusters, burned to life. Breaking to the left, and hitting the accelator. Had Cal, flipped around facing his new rival. Slightly drifting upwards before the thrust, of the engine kicked in and sent him rocketing towards his target.

Both were accelerating towards, each other and to any on looker it would appear as though they were going to crash into each other. But they broke off in opposite direction...It was more of a test to the other. But Cal, was crafty...a tracker/homing device was now attached to his Rival's craft.

Looping around, he noted the addition of a new craft into the fray.

Returnign his vision to his current situation, and current objective. Taking off a few shots, just as his enemy did as well. Both avoided the shots, As he looped around and noticed the Boarding crafts under heavy fire. Flipping a switch, underneath his normal missile control. A eruption of about six missile shot forth from the back of Cal's starfighter. They locked onto the frequency of the homing device on the enemy.

The ace took evasive action, and avoided the first onslaught. Taking a few shots at Caliber.

A counterspin, and a wide loop, still going foward, avoiding most of them. But still he got hit by a few, nothing big. His minor shielding managed to hold up against it.

The missiles he had shot off were not, as easy to avoid. They blasted open and six missiles flung forth, from each pod. Bringing the total missile count to 36...No possible way to avoid all them.

But try he did, dispersing flares, and that managed to destroy around a pods worth. Evasive manuevering, allowed him to miss a few close ones, however they placed him in direct path of the rest. 16 missiles collided into the hull of the Ace's craft destroying it. The rest of the missile flew off and into the fray, hitting something and exploding.

Grazing right over the humaniod looking craft piloted by Gabe. And a few shots, taking out a some incoming missiles, then breaking off to lend aid the the broading crafts. A few shots and he downed another pilot...

Through the static in Cal's comlink, Gabe could hear him jokingly say.

"...Your Welcome..." followed by a static chopped chuckle.

Flipping his star fighter around, adn headed back into the space battle leaving Gabe and his to deal with the Vessel. Entering in firing off a few shots taking out a enemy craft that was in direct line to fire at an ally.

Freeing his last two missiles as they flew through the air and took out two more pilots. A hard break to the right, with hardly a warning form his onboard sensors. A missile flew right past him.

Looping around, firing off more shots to assist his allies. As the first returned the favor and got the one on him off of his back. Caliber, spun his craft to the left, and banking hard to it, following into a nose dive. Firing off some more shots, taking out two, then a third that wasn't paying attention.

Caliber's sheilds, read at less then 50% remaining. A hard Right, and tilting his nose up. Put him in direct line of another. Firing confirming another hit.

Wondering now...as his craft took another direct hit. whta was taking so long.

"Warning...Shields Critical...Warning The on board computer siad calmly.

A roll ogf his eyes, and diving down, and reversing his direction. Upside down, and a roll to the left letting his guns blar out again. Taking out the enemy pilot that fired at him. Narrowly avoiding one of his own allies.

"Watch teh Cross fire" Thinking to himself...Come on Gabe...hurry up. Turning about, and breaking taking off afterthe craft that werre following an ally a few shots and that was another.

Looking to his ammo gauge...Missile 0/10...Ammuntion 800/1000...

Returning to the I.W.S Ascending Justice, it was time once agian to take the head count.

"Ok, line up" This time they did as they were told. Of course they were all just a bit shaken.

Taking note of the colors on the fighter. Noticing all teh reds back in, a whole mess of stress was lifted from his shoulders. They were standing before him, as well. A few scratches, and some damage but for the most part they must have gotten out just fine.

Going down a list he had made from last time, listening to whos names where called. And who didn't reply, as teh other did. Taking out his comlink, a few quick fixs and it was cleared out once again.

"Well, Gabriel. I got some great news for you, all fighter pilots are safe and on board. A little worse for ware, but they are all on board."

A bit relieved as he saw the new pilots, and fighters arrive. This would make his job out there just a bit easier. Not a ton, but at least it would help. So far he had been placed in a fighter too much for his own comfort.

Assigning them there new positions, having enough left over. Assigning them to a seperate team, Indigo Team, was now formed. A spare reserve of extra fighters, and a spare task team at that.

Turning he returned to his own fighter, the shields needed to be repaired. Missile stock needing to be reloaded, as well as his main guns. The fight had begun, and ended rather quickly.

And just a bit of hope had entered his mind. Maybe they wouldn't get into another. But, as it stood everytime he broke for a rest and a bit of a exploration of the ship. Something went wrong, and he found himself back in combat. His Astro-Mech droid began to repair his shielding devices, as Cal, started the reloading process himself. Something one of his Astro-Mech driods could have done, if they weren't running about the hanger, and various other parts of the ship repairing what needed repairing.

Removing his mask, hoping this time. That it may just be different and he could catch a break. Thinking, of what had just transpired, and how his views of Gabe had changed. But none the less it was becoming a bit annoying with the constant space battle, after bloody space battle...But having a greater understanding than most civilians would.

If these battles merely brought him closer...that only meant the sooner he could return.

"~Caliber to Radio Room One~" He heard over his comlink. Sliding out from under his Starfighter, once he got the final missile into place. Looking to his droid...

"Go ahead and finish reloading the ammuntion, I am being called." Starting off towards the door, into the hall. Following the last position from where the command was given.

Down a corridor, making a left. Walking down this corridor, turning his head to peer outside, at the scrap being collected. Shaking his head, and continuing down the hall. Up the incline, and still heading down. A right, and he came to a room labeled.

"R.R. 1" Knowing all to well, a few things that could have meant but. Figuring it was short for,

The door split open, with a hiss. And step through he did, His mask still off, Radio Room One, standing across the hall, from the door.

Taking a step forwards after a few seconds passed, thinking, only one way to find out... The hiss of the doors, as the split open had sounded his arrival. He was right, there stood, Gabriel and another. Cal figured him, to be the commander of the ship that had been blown to pieces.

"Did I miss something..." Taking note of Gabe's clenched fist at the table. A step futher in and he stopped and waited to be adressed, as well as told where to go.

A sigh, a bit more drawn out than needed. But it was to assist in proving Gabes own thought. They were oorn out, shrugging his shoulders. A few ideas did come, but there were also a few he wanted to not think of. The Tacticle Nuke, may have been the most sound plan he had heard. Though frying their ships was one thing he didn't want.

"Ok, then...lets see, my assuption is we are outnumbered greatly. They use swarm tactics, and their Ace's aren't jokers out there either" Crossing his arms, and letting a hand come to touch his chin. Thinking a few more seconds. "I supose if we had, a small contingant. Hide, then board and we could take them from the inside. But i do not know the atmosphere of the inside of the Enemies ships. I mean, I would be perfectly fine, I have trained in ways to prevent inhalation, and epidermal absorbtion of piosons. As well, as my rebreather installed in my Mask, allows me up to four hours of fresh oxygen"

"See, General. Even this Field Commander agrees."

Shaking his head, trying to get his point across better. And hoping it was Evident. Caliber had never faced enemies like this before, and save for the space battles he just had with them, had no more information than what he had gained.

"I still do not have enough information to fully grasp the situation. I was called here, and i assume we are formulating the plan as I stand here and speak with you three. So if there is anything, and I mean anything I do not know...Now is the best time to inform me."

Standing there, he would await any useful information. Unless they deemed it a need to know baisis, and Cal didn't "need" to know it. BUt await he did, anything at this point would help him to form a better plan.

With that, Cal, headed down to the hanger. He would need to exchange a few things, drop off a couple of parts. Mainly, and essentially removing his shielding, dropping the missles, and a few other select defenses and offenses. His ship, would have to be a bit faster...even though they were in space and weight had relatively little importance. With the subtractions, his ship, would accelerate just a bit faster.

1:30 left...

His marines were preparing themselves, perferably in Envirosuits, a Rifle, a secondary gun, and some close quarters weaponry. Cal would go just as he was, like he said before he was trained to resist far worse poisons...Things that had only been heard of on the outer rim of galaxies. His mask, the air cylnider and filter was replaced. Adding in a few otherthings, he would have to replace the HUD radar. Short range, not more than 25 meter. Adding in his HUD, team bar function. It would allow him, to pick up on anything that went wrong with his team.

Making sure all his own personal gear was equiped as well. His side arm, His personal Pistol's, and his favored weapon the saber. All in order, going over to the marines. They looked just a bit shakily to him, first time having him lead. But none the less it was time, to show them their own points and the hiding spot he had chosen.

"We will attempt to take the first by stealth, then make our way to the second. Once on board, if we managed to take the first with out them getting out a signal, to warn the other Priesthood Vessel. Then we can attempt another stealth take, but if we arrive to hostile company. Then we will have to deal with the situation." He spoke, firmly getting his point across. All the Tengu, simultaneously nodded their head. They understood, but the plan was still just that. A plan, it may not hold together, then again if it worked it would be a great moral booster, to the other troops. To see an enemy ship turn and fire on its once ally...

An asteriod, large enough to cover them and keep them well hidden until they would break free of it and board the first of the priesthood vessels. They were prepared, by the looks and the way the listened intently. Marines...he had fought along side all types of marines before but he was a bit anxious to see what these ones were capable of.

He had planed for them to leave about an hour ahead, before the arrival of the two priesthood vessels, no sense in letting the enemy catch wind of them during the distraction. His own droid would come along, knowing all too well that he had designed it to hack, or slice through any network. Even some highly restriced and protected ones, in fact he had owed this particular one, on more than one occassion.

If he managed to gain one of there ships, then he could leave a small amount of the marines to gaurd the command deck. Allowing his droid to Auto pilot the ship, and open fire on the other priestdhood vessel. With any luck the first, they were to assualt wouldn't get out any signal to the other. That would be a dynamic improvement on their situation. Breaking away from them, the Tengu Marines headed to there fighters.

Cal, hurrying over to his own Starfighter, as his transporter. Let a attachment come out, lifting the droid and placing it in its spot, on the rear top of his starfighter. Where most droids went in these types of Jedi Starfighter's. The droid went about auto starting the starfighter another bonus to this was, if his system crashed like it did in his first encounter. Was that the droid would simply restart it, breaking through security measures if it had to. The fighter lifted free of the hanger, moving forward. As did the other marines, that Gabriel had given him.

Out into the blackness of space they drifted, starting toward the asteriod.

"We're close enough now...run sub-systems. Stay off of the surface, we want to be able to sneak in when the come around. Life support, should be your only activated system." Cal spoke over the Com channel, the marines were the only ones to hear the order.

There ships, lights in the distance. Pressed against the dark color of the gargantuan frozen piece of space rock. Went blank, they would wait...A patience game. There signals wouldn't show on the radar, they were to close to the asteriod. Perfectly hidden...

1:00...0:59:59...

A large fleet. About twenty or so cruisers, frigates and capitol class ships. thousands and thousands of fighters followed. They sent out a Friendly IFF to Gabriel and laughed over open comms.

~Gabriel Ashlocke, THis is Tagir of the Tagirian people...Can we be of service?~

After he said that, a larger fleet then Gabriel had prodicted showed. The Tagirian forces spun around as fast as their ships could spin, which was sluggish anyways, turned and fired like crazy.

At the end. The Tagirians lost two frigates, three cruisers and a hundred fighters. Tagir himself opened video comms to Gabriel.

~So Gabriel...Mind if we help you out...You look like hell and like you need a large hand?~

Tagir was always cocky. But he had yet to bested in battle. He had word something was comming down the lane from in the homesystam. He was glad he left his son and much of the Tagirian Impeiral FLeet there with him.

Seeing as he, and the marines that were given to him, just had a front row seat to a massive explosion of cannon blasts. Needless to say they joined whatever space battel took place, no longer seeing a need to try andf take a destroyed ship. Or ships.

They returned to the ship, and just awaiting anything else that would be needed of him.

Not in te mood for anymore "Out of the Blue" Attacks from no where and every where at the same time. He did as commanded, still not his favorite job, or task.

Taking the fighters out like comanded, they scoured the wreckage. This all took the process of a few hours. Not much remained that was even worth the salvage operation.

Having been lucky and coming across the, surprisingly, intact (for the most part) command deck. Making sure his suit was secure and no, parts were unconnected. Setting his face mask, to allow him some oxygen. The letting himself drift on and over to the well, sized hole. And into the command deck he floated, weightlessly.

Once in, a wave of his hand and he pushed himself to teh floor. Typing a command on the small personal computer he had replaced the Nav chart on his under forearm. And the boot magnetized themselves to the metal of the floor. Moving across the room now over to the computer terminal.

Looking around, it and finaly finding the USB port. Insert a security tunneler, and a junk drive connection. And just like that, they now had the Schematics of the enemy ships, everylast one of them, droid shematics, as well as battle formation, and by-pass codes. And the orders given to them within the last 6 hours. And Radio frequency's, and This ships ID-Signature.

"Gabriel...Caliber reporting in. This little scavenger hunt, just turned out to be a mass of useful information. I will return, to the ship." With that he left the terminal, and headed back to his starfighter. In it and typing in a few commands, and the cock pit restabilized itself. Back the ship he returned, letting the rest of the fighters patrol the area, to keep a live update on anysituation that could and possibly would break out.

Back to the ship, and to where Gabriel was. Extending a hand with the junk-drive in it.

"Here we are."

He laughed over the radio. He couldnt understand why they were trusting little junk drive. Tagir sat behind the controls of his personal mech. Constructed by the brilliant minds of Sigma Octanus I.

"You place to much faith in information taken from fallen enemies. Let me show you what shoudl really make you happy!"

He noted a ship had dropped out of slipspace. A fighter transport. The advance recon squadrons of the Tagirian fleet were quickly wiped out. The mech's arms rose and took lock. The little scale looking hatches all bursting open. Missile like projectiles flying and blasting the fighters to bit.

The Mech's combat system froze as soon as the barrage was over.

"It has its kinks but its a very effective weapon. My technicians are quickly trying to fix the problem."

Alright Tagir enough showing off. Dont want them to wet their pants just yet. Wait to show the BIG toys later.

Just waits and chuckles as, Tagir, unloaded a barriage of missile on the enemies.

"Well, not sure if you still wnat the information after what he can do. But still here it is." Inserts the junk drive into the port.

Ship schematics were brought up, all of which were recent. Gives them, also weakpoints in capital ships, a list of other ships in the sector. Weaponry, armors, vechiles, and any other little details their ship was caring. Even their ships ID, and registration.

A few days...It had been almost A few months since they had left the surface of rhy'din.

He was becoming anxious now...He just wanted to be done here, so that he could return to rhy'din. To catch up on the happeneing and what not. Talk with some people, see how others were doing.

The transport had arrived to day, and he was getting his own equipment restocked. As well, he wasn't much for bulky gunnery, but the way things were going it might begin to be a neccessity.

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