Author's Note: This story begins one day after the last chapter in Volume One. Timeline wise this story is about seven months after the fall of the Twelve Colonies.

ONE DAY LATER:

SOLACE:

Scott Tolan walked through the corridors of the hospital ship Solace on his way to Emily's room. He had been so wrapped up in the events of the past few days that he hadn't had time to come by and see her. The appearance of the Eastern Alliance had changed plans dramatically. Kronus had reinstated him as the commanding officer of theVictorious, or at least made it official. He had also shuffled around executive officers. Captain Dana Gilbert of the Sphinxhad been promoted to Colonel and moved to Atlantia to replace Andre Graystone. Colonel Benjamin Adar had been reassigned to theAchilles, and Andre was allowed to become XO of theVictorious. One of the other personnel changes was the promotion of Travis Omega to Commander; he would be taking over command of the Sphinx.

He stood in the doorway and looked into the room, "You awake in there Andie?"

He heard a shuffling sound followed by footsteps, and then Andrea Graystone walked up to him in the doorway and wrapped her arms around his neck. After they hugged she leaned back against the opposite side of the doorway.

"Well Andie, I don't think I've seen you dressed this way in a long while." Tolan said as he took note of the jeans and t-shirt she was wearing.

"Figured before it became too obvious that I was pregnant I'd try on this old outfit of mine to see how it looked on me." She smiled at him, "Does the Admiral approve?"

"If you were still on active duty then I wouldn't approve at all, but since you're on leave now for the next seven months I do kind of like it. When did you get your hair cut? It was down to the middle of your back the last time I saw you, now it's barely meeting your shoulders."

"I had some cubits on me that I was going to use at the bar, but since that was out of the question I went to the first-class hair salon on Olympica and got a trim."

Tolan nodded, "It really does look nice, you might want to keep it that way." He then decided to change the subject. "Have the doctors said anything else about Emily?"

Andrea sighed, "Nothing has changed, it sounds as though we're just going to have to wait and see what happens. The kids talk to her and seem to be more comfortable around her. The doctors say that Emily can't hear what we're saying to her, but the kids do it anyway. I don't know who they get that stubbornness from, you or her."

Tolan laughed, "I'm sure they get it from both of us. The Gods know that we both have it pretty bad. Though when I think of all the time I've spent around you and Andre I think the two of you got it just as much as Emily."

Andrea reached over and gave him a playful punch on his right arm, "I think it suits me just fine. Besides I also believe you're the only guy Emmy dated who wasn't afraid of me."

"You made it quite clear that first night at Graystone Manor just how much you liked me." He noticed Andie started to blush a little bit, "I see you remember exactly what I'm talking about."

The night that Scott Tolan had met the family, Andie stayed up while everyone else had retired for the evening. Scott was outside unlocking the door to his pickup when Andie walked up to him and asked if they could talk for a couple of minutes. He didn't think anything of it so he stood there and talked with her about different things. He finally told her he had to make it to his shuttle so that he could get back to theMercurybefore reveille. It was then that she suddenly pushed up against him and gave him a kiss on the lips. His first impulse was to return it, but then he pushed her away and told her that he had to go. It was another three months until they saw each other again, Andie had apologized and blamed her behavior on the excessive amount of wine she drank that night.

"Oh…that, well Scott I had to test you to see just how faithful you were going to be to my sister. I may have still been a little resentful of her at the time, but mainly I was testing you. I might, and I do mean might, have come on a little bit strong because of the alcohol."

He looked at her skeptically, "Andie my date for the senior prom in high school got so drunk I had to carry her out to my car when the dance was over. She didn't even come close to coming on to me as strongly as you did that night."

Her face was now starting to turn a brighter shade of red, "Maybe I found you to be really attractive and on top of that you weren't some stuffed-shirt Major who was full of himself. Emily was lucky to find you, though if the two of you had broken up I'd have made a move for you regardless."

"You do have your moments Andie, that's for sure. Let me tell you about what happened yesterday."

Andie's face began to lose the reddish blush that it had taken on earlier, "The Eastern Alliance I'm guessing, it's the hottest rumor going around the Fleet." She looked back over to the bed where her sister lay, "With all we just talked about, I sure hope she can't hear anything."

STYX:

The door to the Solitary Ward opened up, which caught Hector Alonzo's attention. His mind had been going back to his last conversation with Scott Tolan. The man had actually forgiven him and would not try to get him executed. Over the past couple of days he had overheard the guards talking about William Arnold and Ken Bryson. They had said that the two men committed suicide, and it had been a real mess to clean up.

"Are you sleeping Hector?" The voice belonged to his wife Gloria.

"I'm awake Gloria, give me a second and I'll be there." He stood up and began to stretch. The bed in there wasn't the most comfortable one he'd ever slept on but it did the job. He walked over to the small viewing window in the cell door.

"I wanted to come and check on you, how are you doing?" Gloria's gaze held a mix of emotions.

"Considering the past few days I'm doing better just trying to keep my spirits up. Have you heard anything about what is going to happen to me?"

"The Admiralty voted on what to do with you, and they reached a decision." Standing behind Gloria was his son Christopher.

"It's good to see you Chris, where is Louise?" Hector tried to see if his little girl was there with them.

"I'm sorry Hector; she's back on the Olympica. This isn't quite a social call."

Hector was stunned, "Well then Gloria, just why are the two of you here?"

"We've come to say goodbye to you Dad. We're leaving Carillon in the next twenty-four hours."

"If we're leaving, then why are you saying goodbye to me?" His mind was looking for an answer, one that he was sure he wouldn't like.

"You're not coming with us Hector. The Admiralty voted to maroon you on Carillon along with all of the members of Demand Peace. You will be provided shelter and the means to survive but you won't have any way of leaving the planet. I'm sorry to tell you this Hector, but the events onOlympica called for action of some sort and since you were in league with Demand Peace you have to be punished along with them." It was becoming obvious that Gloria was unable to hide her pain and disappointment.

"I can change Gloria; I will change if they just give me a chance. I'll retire from politics; I won't seek any sort of office. I'll be happy to just be a private citizen with you and the kids. I just don't want to be marooned on this planet. You need to plead with Kronus and Tolan. You have to save me!" He was losing his composure and becoming a desperate man

"I've wanted to her you say those words for so long Hector, but it's too late now. I can save Louise, I can save Christopher, and I can even save myself. The only thing I can't do is save you. It's too late for that Hector; there is no way to undo the riots and your collusion with those terrorists." Gloria walked away as tears began to fill her eyes. She couldn't bear to look at the man she had once loved so deeply.

Chris turned to follow his mother out of the room when his father called to him, "Don't leave yet Chris. I wanted to tell you something."

He walked back to the door where his father was still standing; looking more resigned to his fate now than he had been a minute ago.

"Chris I wanted to tell you how proud of you I am. I know I wasn't the best father and I wasn't always there for you. The Fleet did more for you than I could ever have hoped for. Just promise me one thing."

"Anything you want Dad, just give me the word."

"As you cross the river of life, make sure you walk on the rocks that I stumbled on. If anyone can redeem the Alonzo name it's you. I love you Chris, you've made me so proud to be your father." He began to feel the tears welling up in his eyes; he walked away from the door and lay back down on the bed to await the fate that he knew was coming.

ATLANTIA:

The four men sat at the table in the middle of the officer's mess on the Atlantia. John Kronus, Scott Tolan, Andre Graystone, and Magnus Ah-Mun were going over the plans for the big jump while drinking some of the Ale imported from Olympica.

"One of my Lieutenants, Darius James, has been imprisoned on Ostarsis for the past three months. It seems there is a small resistance group being ran by members of the Colonial Armed Forces. I'm talking about the Colonial Army, Marines, Fleet, and other branches that don't come to mind right away. After many failed attempts they finally managed to get the radio frequency that the Cylons use to communicate from the moon's surface to their basestars and other spacecraft. My last message to them was sent shortly before the Cylons tried to engage us in battle. We ran from them because at the end of the day we're pirates and not martyrs." Magnus paused and took a drink of ale from his glass, "I told them that as soon as I make contact with the Colonial Fleet I will send the message 'Climb Mt. Tibris' and then they can coordinate the rescue operations. I'll do that once we have returned to the Colonies."

"Sounds to me like you've thought this out well enough Magnus; all we need is for you to give us the jump coordinates for this secret Eastern Alliance base." Kronus set his glass down and looked at the pirate he had spent a few years trying to hunt down.

"There is one other matter that I wish to discuss before I leave here today. Do either of you or the other admirals have need for an aide? I know enough about the Colonial Fleet to know that the admirals usually have some sort of staff that assists with handling affairs in the task force." Magnus looked at the faces of Kronus and Tolan trying to gauge their reactions.

"I had to leave my staff at Aquaria, part of the secrecy involving my battle group's mission. I get by just fine, but it would be nice to get some assistance." Tolan said thoughtfully.

"I was a retired old warrior when the Cylons hit, and I believe none of us have any sort of staff officers. Do you have something in mind Magnus?" Kronus said, not letting his gaze shift from Ah-Mun

"I know the file on me is fairly empty, but I am a father like the rest of you. My daughter Stadra has been staying with me since the attack on the Colonies. How she got there is a long story, but I'll just say that her stepfather on Caprica was not acting very fatherly towards her and I had to intervene and take her away. Even though my life is one I have no regrets about, a pirate ship is not a place that I wish my daughter to remain. Quite a few of my crew lack the sophistication and manners that I possess. I would be most grateful if one of you gentlemen could take her on as your Chief-of-Staff. It would do plenty to put my mind at ease. She's a recent college graduate; she got her degree from the Business School of Caprica University. Do you believe this can be done?"

"You have a lot on your plate right now Scott. With Emily in the hospital, and looking after the triplets you have your hands more than full. Ms. Ah-Mun might help take some of that load off of you." Andre tried his best to impress upon his brother-in-law that this was a good idea.

"You have a deal Magnus. Have Stadra come to the Victorious in the next hour to be fitted for her uniform and to report to the CIC after that."

"You are a good man Admiral Tolan; I am in your debt." Magnus then finished his drink and left the Officer's Mess with Admiral Kronus escorting him.

"I believe that I just agreed to have the daughter of the Eastern Alliance's leader come aboard my ship to serve as my Chief-of-Staff. I don't know if it was my judgment talking or the ale that I've been drinking." Tolan then downed the rest of his ale.

He and Andre then went to the raptor they had brought over to make their way to Victorious; the battestar was going to be making its first jump since they first came to Carillon.

FOUR HOURS LATER:

The senior staff of Victorious was busy going over the systems in preparation for the jump back to the Colonies. The doors opened and in walked Stadra Ah-Mun. She had a thin frame that went well with her tall body. She had long black hair that was pulled back and the hazel eyes that undoubtedly came from her father.

"I'm here to see Admiral Tolan" She tentatively announced when the doors behind her had closed.

"You must be Ensign Ah-Mun." A young blonde haired woman said as she walked up to Stadra and offered her a handshake.

"Yes, I'm not quite used to being called an Ensign though. Who are you?" Stadra said as she shook hands with the woman.

"Lt. Jessica Jennings, I'm the Communications Officer for the Victorious. Admiral Tolan had to step away to deal with a matter that arose not too long ago. He was curious as to why you weren't here three hours ago." Jessica's voice was friendly; such a statement could have been said quite harshly.

"Trying to get all of my things together took longer than I had anticipated. Then the tailor in the uniform department didn't have my uniform ready right away."

"I'm sure he'll understand. Admiral Tolan can be quite flexible when it comes to enforcing the rules. I think that's part of what we like about him. He's not one of those Admirals who think they are all twelve Lords of Kobol rolled into one!" They both laughed at Jessica's comment.

"I'll wait here then, is there anything that I can help you with Lieutenant?"

Jessica thought for a couple of seconds, "I can think of a few things here at the Communications console that you can work on."

They walked over to the console and Jessica handed Stadra a manual, "Here on page 157 is a list of colored wires and switches that need to be checked before I turn my post here over from auxiliary power to main power."

"Sure...umm…Lieutenant?" Stadra didn't quite know how to address her.

"If we're being formal, then you have to call me Lieutenant Jennings or just Lieutenant. Right now though you can call me Jessica, I haven't been promoted long enough to have the new rank go to my head." At that both of them started laughing.

"Alright Jessica, just how did you get promoted from Ensign to Lieutenant." Stadra asked her before giving the information that Jennings needed.

"I was one of the top twenty-five in my senior class at the Academy. For that honor I got selected to go abroad on a Colonial Fleet vessel to get more training in how our ships work out in space. Admiral Tolan needed a new Communications Officer and I got selected for temporary duty while the battle group went on this weapons test. When the Cylons attacked and I found myself without a class anymore, Admiral Tolan made my temporary rank of Ensign permanent."

"That explains how you became an Ensign but how about your promotion?"

"That is how I got this award pinned to my uniform." Jessica said as she pointed to the medal she received for her actions during the Battle of Carillon, "Admiral Tolan and Major Pointiere had both been injured during the attack and were incapacitated. Colonel Adar had command of the Victorious and needed me to take over Tactical and still stay on Communications."

"Were you scared? I just can't imagine being in a situation like that!" Stadra was wide-eyed at hearing Jessica's story.

"Yeah I was scared, but considering all we've been through since the Cylons attacked it's not been that big of a deal. I think we're all pretty eager to give those toasters some payback, and the best way for us to do that is to not be afraid and make sure we do our jobs to the best of our abilities."

"It's overwhelming Jessica, I've spent the past almost seven months living on my father's cruiser among all of those pirates. I swear if I wasn't his daughter then there is no telling what might have happened to me." Stadra then called out another colored wire combination for Jessica to check.

"You'll hear no argument from me Stadra, which had to have been an interesting time though. How is it that you ended up with your father and his group of pirates?"

"Well my father has always been involved in my life. I was a reminder of a night of passion he shared with a waitress at a restaurant in Caprica City. She tracked him down and told him about me, and he tried to be the best dad he knew how to be. He gave my mom thousands of cubits for my education, clothes, and pretty much anything I wanted. He even bankrolled my scholarship to Caprica City University." Stadra's eyes then had a far-off look to them, "My mom married the man who became my stepfather, and I guess he was jealous of my father being in my life the way he was. One night shortly before the Cylons attacked he had been drinking heavily and tried to force himself on me. I fought him off and ran away. I eventually got in touch with my father and it was then that he came and took me away from there, but not before he dealt with my stepfather. I don't know what happened, but him and a group of his enforcers made sure he never tried to lay a hand on me again."

Jessica was speechless, "I'm sorry Stadra if I caused you to dredge that up."

Stadra put a hand up to silence her, "It's alright Jessica, at least I won't have to worry about that anymore. I might as well go ahead and tell you that I'm going to need to be brought up to speed on the protocol of the Colonial Fleet. I have never had a desire to serve in the military and have no idea what I'm doing here other than to serve as Admiral Tolan's aide!"

Jessica smiled at her, "While we're here working I will tell you everything you need to know about us military people and how to keep your head above water when dealing with us higher-ranking officers."

CARILLON:

Hector Alonzo woke up and took note of his surroundings. It wasn't the room he had been kept in on the Styx. He last remembered the guards bringing him his meal. He ate the food and finished his drink. It was then that he began to feel really sleepy. It was as though heaviness came over his body and he had to lie down. Now he was standing n a darkened room somewhere he had probably never been before. He noticed a dark blind pulled down over what might have been a window. He opened it and looked down onto a grassy plain on the edge of a forest. He was in a house of some sort. He opened the door and stepped out the building he had woken up in.

There were other buildings set up nearby; they were similar to his only a little bit smaller. He turned back towards what might very well pass as a house of some sort. There was a note taped to it, he took it off the wall and began to read it.

Hector,

Welcome to your new home, I hope you find your kingdom here on Carillon to be everything you thought it could be. I confess that my first impulse was to have you executed in the way I did your friends Arnold and Bryson. We voted to spare your life and while I was against the decision at first I have now come to see that it was the correct one.

After all you have put the fleet through during your 'Presidency' I cannot in good conscience allow you to stay with us. In the time of the greatest peril that our people have ever known you made the decision to put your own pettiness and lust for power above the common good. You have damaged so much of the goodwill that existed between the civilians and the Colonial Fleet. Damage will be repaired, but it will take a lot of time and effort to make it happen.

I want you to take in your surroundings; they are going to be your new home for the rest of our life. You wanted a kingdom to rule and now you have that. Enjoy this Hector; you are getting just what you deserve. Also, don't worry about your family. I gave my word that I would take care of them and make sure that there are no reprisals done against them. Farewell Hector, I wish things could have turned out differently but you charted the course that led you to Carillon. It is my most fervent hope that the Gods will watch over you.

Admiral Scott Tolan

Battlestar Victorious

'You are one incredible bastard Scott Tolan!' Hector thought to himself as he crumpled up the piece of paper in front of him.

He was looking up at the sky when a hand grabbed hold of his left shoulder. He turned around and saw Sasha Evans and Daniel Warren standing behind him. It seemed Tolan had realized their involvement in setting up his meeting with Demand Peace.

"It's great to see you Mr. President, under the present circumstances." Warren gave him a weak smile.

"Hector what are we going to do about these people? With Arnold dead there is no leader here. We have to find a way to work this to our advantage." Even at a time like this, Sasha was still plotting.

'I might as well make a play for it.' Hector began to come up with ideas.

"Alright Sasha, gather everyone around and I shall address them. We are going to be here for a while so we might as well use this to our advantage. I can convince them that I am the new leader and can ensure that we survive on this new home that Tolan and Kronus felt we deserved." Hector looked past them and saw a mass of over two hundred people making their way towards them. Most of them looked lost and confused; perhaps they had also been drugged before transport to the planet's surface like he had been.

VICTORIOUS:

While Hector and the rest of Demand Peace were discovering that they had been marooned on Carillon, Scott Tolan had returned to the CIC of the Victorious and been informed that the battle group was ready to jump on his order.

Battle Group 66 still consisted of the Victorious, Sphinx, and Helios. The newly created Battle Group 67 was made up of the Atlantia, Ares,Athena, and Achilles. The cruisers and warstars had been formed into a separate gunnery task old escort battlestars Maytoria and Melete would still form the training task force along with the cruiser Neleus.

One of the biggest surprises was the decision of Admiral Kronus to take over the gunnery task force. He had explained that out of the three highest ranking admirals, he was the only one who had been trained in that particular area. Tolan and Carter were viper pilots and that was all they had known.

Now Carter had transferred his flag to the Atlantia, while Kronus has switched his flag over to the Svalin. Magnus Ah-Mun had finally transmitted the jump coordinates to the Eastern Alliance's base. It was in the Pallas Nebula, located not too far from Cosmora.

"Admiral, all ships are reporting that they are ready to jump at your command. Admirals Kronus and Carter are also ready as soon as you give the word." Major Anton Pontiere said as he manned the tactical console.

"Very well then Mr. Pontiere, initiate our jump count and send word to the rest of the fleet to do the same. We're going home." Tolan looked at the charts of the Cosmora region, wondering where in the Pallas Nebula they were going to end up in. For the Cylons to have missed them it had to have been located deep within where the Cylon sensors couldn't have detected them.

Seven Months Ago:

Aquaria:

Aquaria was the last port call that Battlestar Group 66 was to make before its arrival at Leonis for its scheduled overhaul. It was a warm and sunny day in the city of Andros, one of the larger coastal cities. He had been to Aquaria before back when he was one of the members of Rear Admiral Gayle Meyer's staff. He and the other officers had stayed on Virginius Island but when they were off duty they would take the ferry over to the city of Salem.

He had received word that a reporter was asking questions about the weapons test that was going to take place once his battle group reached Leonis. His job was to meet with the reporter and convince her that she really had no story.

"It's quite fascinating what kind of stories those yard workers will come up with. I'm assuming that's how you got this information." Tolan and the woman reporter were sitting outside of one of the many bistros on what was referred to as the Andros Beach Walk.

"You know a reporter doesn't give away sources Admiral. I think that when you look at the Adar Administration's attitude and actions towards the Colonial Fleet it makes sense that the higher ups would want to use their weapons on two decommissioned battlestars to make a statement to the President. What better to get a point across than with a show of force?" She smiled at him, her face not betraying any sign of what she was thinking.

"Sure there are those who aren't happy with Richard Adar, I know I'm among those. What you need to think about though is the content of your story. TheAthena and Aresare both decommissioned and there is no chance of them returning to service. Why would the Colonial Fleet waste money destroying them when there is more value in selling them for scrap? We have had our budget cut considerably and more of the fleet is being run down because the funds just aren't there."

"You really want me to believe that in two weeks you will not be out in the far reaches of space blowing up these two battlestars?" The reporter's incredulity was impossible to ignore.

"Tell you what. In two weeks you go by the Aquaria Fleet Shipyard, and when you go there you will see three battlestars docked there undergoing a six month overhaul. I won't be there of course because I will be traveling on the Olympica with my wife and children."

"What if I was getting my information from a worker at one of the reserve shipyards? I've been told that there is work going on now to make Athenaand Ares space-worthy again. How can you explain this away when there are these rumors of a secret weapons test? I should also add that you are the ideal officer to oversee a test like this. When you first made flag rank you spent a year as the head of the Bureau of Ships, I think you know the situation better than you let on," she leaned in closely and smiled at him.

"Do you have to see an Olympica Snow Lion before you believe it's real?" Tolan said to her as he took a sip of his coffee.

The reporter looked momentarily confused, "What does that have to do with our conversation Admiral?"

He smiled at her, "It is believed that there are these huge mountain lions that inhabit the upper parts of Mt. Olympica on Caprica. Nobody has seen them, but people swear that they exist. It's said that they can navigate their way down the slopes of the mountain at night and devour whatever animals they come across. They are so fast that nobody has photographed one and it's said that those who've come across them have been devoured. It's sort of like this report that my battle group which is going in for an overhaul is somehow going to be put in service for a top-secret weapons test. I'm telling you we're not and yet you cling to this perception that I'm not being honest with you. Do you have to see my battle group dock at Leonis and power down in order to believe what I'm telling you?"

"So you're telling me that the work that is being done on those two battlestars is simply to sell them for scrap soon?"

"As I mentioned to you before, there is a great amount of scrap value in those battlestars. They are probably on their way to Verona or one of the other scrap yards so that they can be dismantled and used to make cars, appliances, and other conveniences we can't live without. However, since you bring up my history with the Bureau of Ships I can tell you one thing. If there was a battlestar that would qualify for a weapon's test it would be the battlestar Jupiter. Since it is still docked at Scorpia as part of the Active Reserve I think it's safe to say this is a non-story."

The reporter was perplexed, "My sources tell me something different. I'll humor you though, why the Jupiter?"

Tolan laughed, "As a ship in the Active Reserve it will be easier to reactivated. Most of the battlestars have gone to the Inactive Reserve so there's not much of a selection."

"I'm sorry but wouldn't the Jupiter be somewhat stripped even if it was in Active Reserve?"

"Somewhat but it's kept to a limit. The Hermes is the Jupiter's sister ship and Commander Bowman has had to send people over there to get parts to replace items on the Hermes that have become worn out."

The reporter shook her head, "I see. Is it true that Commander Bowman is a friend of yours?"

Tolan nodded, "Yes he is. I met him about six years ago, I was in command of the battlestar Vanguard at the time. Bowman was CAG of the battlestar Valkyrie at the time.

"I remember doing some research on you and it seems your ship and his fought against each other in some kind of war game, can you tell me more about it?"

"It pitted my group against the group that the Hermes was a part of. The results aren't all that important, but afterwards all of us commanders got together that night for a time of drinking and celebrating."

"That makes an interesting story Admiral Tolan but I'm still not sure if you're being completely honest with me; I thank you for taking the time to see me." She stood up and offered him a handshake.

He stood up and shook her hand, "No problem at all Ms. Biers, I'm glad I kept you from wasting your time on a story that's complete and total fiction."

As she turned and walked away Tolan sat back down. He was enjoying a fine cup of Androsian Coffee and wanted to savor it for as long as he could. Once he returned to Victorious he would need to begin looking for his new XO. Colonel Bridget Woods was leaving to take command of the battlestar Kios. He knew he would have a temporary XO during the tests, but when they were over he wanted to pick Woods' replacement.

PRESENT:

Pallas Nebula:

The fleet had jumped to the outer edge of the Pallas Nebula. The Admirals' decision to set Condition One throughout the ship seemed to be a wise one. If the Cylons came for them then they would be ready.

"Admiral Tolan, it looks as though all of our vessels made the jump successfully sir. We left no one behind at Carillon." Major Pontiere announced to all in the CIC.

"Admiral, I'm receiving a communication from Ah-Mun's vessel. He is requesting that we follow him into the nebula to rendezvous with his forces. He says that he will proceed as soon as we give acknowledge that we're ready." Lt. Jennings played with her headset as some static interference from the Pallas Nebula distorted the message.

"Very well Ms. Jennings, have Spartan and the alert vipers launched so that they can provide us with extra guidance through the nebula. There's no telling just how our equipment will work in there." Tolan spoke to her as he looked up at the DRADIS display. All of the ships had made the jump successfully. In a few minutes they would be making their way to the hideout of the Eastern Alliance.