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Moira Denic sat miserably at the bar at Carrack Station, the very center of the Republic Fleet. She and Corso had their worst falling out yet. Moira had gotten the treasure of Nok Dreyan. She was rich - disgustingly rich in fact and Risha was upgrading the Soaring Dream with all the latest in legal - and illegal - technology from weapons to refrigeration. And yet, she was utterly miserable. With a groan, she laid her head on her forearms.

She had no idea where Corso was on the station either. He had grabbed his bag and headed to the quarters that were available for rent. Risha had bugged her about it until Moira told her everything at which point the mechanic had sighed and said, "Well, he'll come around, I'm sure. You just need to give him time and not push him too hard."

That was only so helpful and now, here the gorgeous smuggler captain sat, trying to drown her sorrows in liqueur and hoping that some sexy male being of legal age would come and take her mind off of her troubles. Suddenly, just such a gorgeous specimen sat down but Moira had to suppress a groan. He wouldn't be any help - at least, not the help she really wanted. "Hey, Des; how's saving the galaxy going?"

The tall, burly Jedi Nedeser Thul smiled and gave her a half hug. "Same as always, we just get done in time for someone else to muck it up. You, on the other hand, look like you're having a rough time of it. What's wrong, Moira?"

She sighed miserably and said, "Me and Corso had a falling out and he's giving me the worst version of the cold shoulder possible. We went from being really good friends to him wanting to only be my employee."

Des nodded. "So..." and he seemed to be choosing his words very carefully. "He cut you off, did he?"

"YES!" Moira all but wailed. "I mean, I know it was all my fault and I did something stupid and really, REALLY hurt him but, come on! Why does he have to be so stubborn? I really feel bad about it and I really want us to, at the very least, be friends again. Forget the sex!" and she paused for just a second as if getting distracted by her own words. "Well, I mean, hopefully, one day, when this is all far behind us, sex would be great but I don't NEED to have sex with him. I honestly do just want us to be friends again and not have this really stiff, uncomfortable professional relationship."

Des nodded and waited for her to continue. Finally, she looked at him and said, "Why can't he be more like you? I mean, I tried to sleep with you plenty of times and you never got all complicated."

Des couldn't help but chuckle. "For one thing, we never slept together, Moira. For another, me and Corso are fundamentally different do to our different upbringings. One thing I can tell you from when I was consoling him after Tatooine, he had deep scars and if you agitated those scars-" he just shook his head. "It might be awhile, Moira. Despite how physically and mentally tough he is, there are some ways and places that he is very fragile."

"Now you tell me;" she grumbled. "Couldn't you have mentioned this back then?"

"Don't take this personally, Moira, but that was between me and him. Besides, what exactly did you do to get him so upset with you?"

She was silent for a long moment before downing the rest of her drink and calling to the bartender, "Hey; another for me and whatever my big, buff, tragically handsome friend here wants, get him."

Des chuckled and waited. Finally, she said, "Did I ever tell you about the guy who stole my ship and all that?"

The Jedi Consular nodded patiently. "Well," drawled Moira, "we finally had our long awaited confrontation and it didn't go the way any of the three of us expected. First off, there wasn't a blaster fight. Second off, it was so far out from known space that the only thing visible was a huge black hole and an ancient cruiser. Finally," and she paused before muttering something.

Des frowned and leaned closer. "Sorry, didn't catch that, Moira."

"I might have possibly tried to seduce Skavak right there in front of Corso;" she muttered just a little louder.

Des groaned and buried his head in his hands. "Oh Moira, what were you thinking? You can't go playing games with that man's heart like that! No wonder he's all stiff, cold and distant. It will be a miracle if you ever get through to him again."

Moira groaned and laid her head on her forearms again. Des sighed and patted her back. "I don't suppose you know where he is, do you?"

"No;" came the pathetic, miserable, muffled voice from behind her arms. "Let me try and call him."

She pulled her comlink and cleared her throat. After quite the wait, he finally answered, "This is Riggs;"

Des winced. He could hear the tightness and formality in his voice. Moira looked pleadingly at Des and said, "I got someone here who wants to talk to you."

She handed the comlink over and went back to burying her face and looking miserable. Des cleared his throat and said, "Hello Corso; this is Jedi Consular Nedeser Thul. How are you doing?"

There was a pause and then the merc replied, "I've been better. I take it you've talked to the Captain."

"Yes but that's not what this is about. In truth, I've been meaning to get ahold of you and check up on you for awhile but realized that I never actually got your comm frequency."

Corso sounded a little more easy going. "Oh, that's alright. I have yours. Here, I'll just send it to your comlink. Um... where should we meet? That is, if you want to meet right now."

Des chuckled, "We'll go to the VIP lounge and talk. I'll meet you there in, say, fifteen minutes."

"Sound great. See you soon, Sir."

Des handed the comlink back, shaking his head. "Wow, you sure did a number on him."

Moira just gave a very pathetic groan. Des patted her back and sighed. "Well, relax and try not to think about it. I'm sure you've had plenty of time to beat yourself up."

She looked up and asked, "I don't suppose I can convince you to help me relieve some tension and stress, can I Des?"

The Jedi stood to his feet and stretched. "After Cademimu, you know better than that. Besides, maybe a little frustration will be good for you."

"Cruel Jedi;" she muttered and then downed her drink.

Des kissed her forehead and headed up to the lounge. Moira contemplated going to the blaster range and finding some stud to drag back to her ship there but, turning her head, she realized that she didn't have to go anywhere. There sat a very attractive young man - no older than his early twenties. He wore a set of pilots wings on his uniform. Clearing her throat quietly and changing her entire demeanor from miserable heart throb to seductive, sexy adventurer, Moira said to the bartender, "Can I get a double shot of Keagen's, no ice please."

The pilot shot her a glance and studied her before saying, "I'll have what she's having."

Moira smiled at him. He wasn't large or muscular but he had the most intense blue eyes with flecks of gold in them. His hair was full and perfectly cut and his face was to die for, not to mention that he filled out the uniform, even if he didn't stretch it to the max. "What do you fly?" she asked casually.

"Liberators - just got back from a fight in the Hydian Way. You look like someone who knows their way around a stick;" said the young pilot before blushing and stammering. "I'm - I'm sorry! I didn't mean it the way it sounded."

Moira could have squealed with delight. As fun as the more experienced, flirty men like Darmas Pollaran were, Moira had discovered that shy, inexperienced or at least more humble men were far more satisfying. She always had more control with them.

"Oh don't worry, sweetheart;" she said, taking his hand and squeezing it. "I know my way around all kinds of sticks. Mostly though, I have a CEC XS Stock Freighter that I've modified to the point of being illegal."

His eyes widened with interest. "You don't say! My uncle had one of those. He used it to transport medical supplies for the Kolto Trade League. The thing didn't have a single weapon but, boy, was it fast!"

Moira nodded. "Wanna come by and see it sometime? I can show you all the modifications I made and maybe show you how good I am around a stick."

Her hand had fallen below the counter and was caressing his thigh. It was nice and firm just like she was sure it would be. He shivered and said, "Really? Okay, sure! Let's go!"

Moira hopped off her chair and staggered into him slightly, giggling, "Oops! Sorry. I've had a little to drink."

"Here;" said the young man, gallantly wrapping an arm around her waist and letting her lean on him. "I'll keep you from falling down."

"You are so sweet. I feel bad that you barely got to drink. As soon as we get to my ship and after I show you around a bit, I'll get you something really good to drink. Wow, I'm so terrible! I never even got your name."

"Treven Kials, Flight Officer First Class - but you can just call me Treven. It's less of a mouthful."

Moira giggled again and pressed against him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Treven. I'm Captain Moira Denic but you can call me Moira. My, my, you're just firm all over, aren't you?"

Treven was blushing madly and didn't seem to know how to respond. Moira smiled and nudged him. "Hey, it's okay, Sweety. I'm not going to judge you or maul you or whatever you seem to be nervous about. Come on, loosen up! There is no room for insecurity or self consciousness aboard my ship."

Treven chuckled and relaxed, even gather his courage to 'accidentally' brush a hand against the cheeks of her round rear end. Moira gave a gasp and asked, "Do like that?" and she grabbed his hand and placed it firmly on her butt. Treven's blue eyes widened and he gave an experimental squeeze, causing Moira to squeak and giggled a little bit. "Well?" purred Moira.

"Wow..." said Treven. "You're really beautiful!"

Moira actually managed to blush. "And you are such a sweetheart. Come on. My ships this way."

They went down the turbolift and to the hanger that the Soaring Dream was berthed in. Treven gave a low whistle. "She's a beauty. You kept her original paint scheme too. My uncle painted her this hideous orange color for whatever reason. I still don't know what he was thinking."

Moira smiled and took his hand. "Come on. Let's go check out the cockpick."

They hurried up the ramp and Risha called, "Hey Moira! What are you doing back so soon?"

When she came out, she saw the young pilot and said, "Oh, I see."

She winked and said, "High there. Better take care of her or else she'll eat you alive."

Moira rolled her eyes and said, "Don't listen to her. Risha's just trying to scare you so that she can take you for herself. Come on."

Treven was chuckling as she pulled him to the cockpit. With a proud smile, Moira set him down in the pilot seat. "Take a look but please don't power up and take off or anything crazy like that."

Treven looked over the modules and systems. They were state of the art and he pulled up the ships schematics and ran a diagnostic just to satisfy his curiosity. "Wow..." he said, completely engrossed in the ship.

Moira giggled and said, "Impressive isn't it? But this is just the hardware. These ships had a tendency to have the worst and most uncomfortable quarters possible and I changed those too. Come on, let me show you how I upgraded them."

Treven nodded, blushing red and grinning broadly. First, she simply showed him an empty cabin. It had a bed, a closet, a foot locker and a small fresher just like they all did. "But I bet that your quarters are even more upgraded;" said Treven as nonchalantly as possible. Moira smiled and said, "You bad boy! You want to see my bedroom?"

Treven was still blushing as he said with a shrug, "Just 'cause I want to see how extensively you upgraded your ship, of course."

Moira giggled and suddenly pushed him against the door frame. "Are you sure that's the only reason?" she whispered, before giving him tiny, teasing kissed on his nose and cheeks.

"Well I mean;" he stammered, "maybe I was hoping to uh... get to know you better - see how well you knew your way around a - uh - stick."

Moira smiled and said, "Oh, you won't find anyone better. Come on and I'll show you."

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She cupped him through his trousers and Treven hissed in surprise. "Like I said;" purred Moira, "firm all over."

Taking him by the hand, she pulled him down the hall and into her private quarters. As Treven looked appreciatively around, Moira took off her duster and hung it up saying, "How about that drink, Treven?"

She sashayed over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out her best bottle of Coruscant scotch. This was, after all, an occasion of great importance. She needed what that young man was packing and needed it something fierce. Taking two tumblers, she set them on top of the cabinet and poured the drink. "You know;" she said with a breathy purr, "by now, most other men have me half undressed or are at least touching me. No need to be shy, Sweetheart. I'm all yours for now."

Turning to face him, she held out a glass with a sultry smirk. Treven took the glass, hesitantly wrapping an arm around her waist at the same time, being careful not to spill their drinks. They both drank before Treven set his down and said self consciously, "I'm kinda new to all this."

"That's okay, baby;" she purred, leaning up, "Like I said, I'm all yours."

She stepped back and set her glass down before unsnapping and untying her off-white shirt and shrugging it off. Treven downed his drink and set the glass down before swallowing hard and saying in a dry, hoarse voice, "You - you really want to do this with me?"

To prove the point, she stepped forward and began to carefully undo the fastenings to his uniform too. "I sure do, Treven, and why wouldn't I? You're handsome, you're clearly selfless at least to some degree or else you wouldn't be in the service and you tickle my fancy. "

She carefully hung his uniform shirt on a hanger before turning and working the undershirt free from his trousers and lifting it off. "Oh my;" she purred as she rubbed his stomach and chest muscles. "I'm liking you more and more, Treven. What else are you hiding from me?"

He didn't answer, his eyes seemed to be glued to her barely hidden breasts underneath a red bra. Moira bit her lip and purred, "Would you like to help me out with this, Treven? It clasps from the front."

She put her hands on the backs of her hips as Treven reached forward with shaking hands and unclasped the garment, pushing it off her shoulders. His big, intense blue eyes only got bigger when he saw the two perfect, pink tipped globes of flesh. Moira took his hand and placed it on one of her breasts, biting her lip as she did. "I like it when they're touched but please be gentle. They are quite sensitive."

As he caressed and kneaded her breast, Moira began working on his straining trousers, hungry for the object causing the bulge in them. "Moira;" gasped Treven.

She looked up, "Yes, sweety?"

He swooped down and covered her mouth in a kiss. At the same time, his arms wrapped around her and lifted her up, carrying her to the bed and setting her down before kneeling and working on her knee high boots. Moira smiled eagerly and began running her fingers through his short hair, purring as she did. "Not so shy anymore, are you?"

Treven just chuckled and said, "Shy went out the window when you let me grab your boobs. Can - can I taste them?"

Moira's stomach fluttered and she hissed, "As soon as we're both naked, you can taste whatever you want. I want that mouth of yours all over my body."

Treven grinned in anticipation and pulled off first one boot and then the other. Moira's socks followed that but when he went to start working on her trousers, Moira stopped him and stood up. "First one naked is on top."

Treven complained as he hustled to get his clothes off. "No fair! I have flight boots. They take forever to get off."

Moira giggled as she pulled her trousers down, revealing stunning long legs and her last remaining article of clothing - a silky red pair of panties. "I suppose you have a point. You were sweet enough to help me with my boots. But please do hurry. I'm so horny and I need you to come over here and make me feel good."

She sat back on the bed and spread her legs, using one hands to rub herself over her underwear while her other kneaded one of her plump, perfect breasts. Treven toppled over as he tried to wrestle one of his boots off. Finally, with a curse, he got it off before much more quickly doing the same with the other. His socks followed and then his own trousers. When he finally got his boxer-briefs off, he looked at Moira, only to find here gloriously naked and still rubbing herself. "Looks like I'm on top;" she purred but Treven wasn't going to complain. Moira halted her activities and crooked a finger, beckoning him seductively as she laid down on the bed. "Won't you come and join me, Sweety?"

Treven crawled onto the bed and Moira said, "Lie down next to me. What do you want to taste first?"

Treven started by kissing her, seeking entranced by testing her plump lips. Moira sucked his tongue into her mouth with a sultry moan and allowed him to push her down onto her back. The kissing was hot and heavy and their hands were everywhere. Moira took a hold of his erection and began to stroke as he began to lick and suck every part of her, starting with her neck, her shoulders and her collar bones. The moaning and purring he elicited let him know that he was doing alright to say the least. When she asked breathlessly, "I did tell you that my tits are sensitive, right? Besides, aren't they what you wanted to taste in the first place or were you just teasing me?"

Treven gave a mischievous smile and lapped at her nipples, causing Moira to gasp and arch her back, pushing her breasts more prominently into his face. Teven feasted on them, being sure not to be too aggressive so as not to hurt her. His right hand cupped one of them too, teasing the nipple his lips weren't firmly attached to and gently pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Moira's moans and labored breathing continued to egg him on. Slowly, he moved his right hand from her breasts down her stomach. The very tips of his fingers ghosted over her flat, firm belly and, to his surprise, her moans and gasps of pleasure were interrupted by a series of giggles. What's more, she began to wriggle and said, "Treven, that tickles!"

"Oh so you're ticklish;" said the young pilot, grinning wickedly. To his surprise, Moira lifted both hands over her head and said, "I am quite ticklish. And, on occasion, the idea of being pinned down by a handsome young man and tickled to hysterics is quite attractive. What do you think, Treven? Can you help a girl out with her casual, kinky needs?"

Treven wasn't sure what she wanted. "What should I do?"

"Take one hand and pin my wrists and use your other to touch me. You can tickle me wherever you like but it's so much hotter when it's in a sexy place like my tits or the insides of my thighs or even my..." and she trailed off, spreading her legs suggestively.

Treven's mouth fell open and Moira giggled. "When I say the word 'hyperspace' stop and get ready, 'cause I'm going to kriff you so hard that if you don't pass out, you must be either super human or a Jedi."

Treven gulped in both nerves and anticipation as his hands touched the bare skin just below her breasts while his other circled around her wrists. She wriggled in anticipation and was already giggling like mad. Slowly at first, Treven gently brushed his finger over her soft, smooth skin. As her laughter became more hysterical and her wriggling became more violent, Treven became bolder. He tickled the slopes of her breasts, teased the nipples themselves and then went low, teasing the insides of her long, smooth legs before taking the plunge, ghosting over the very apex of her thighs, tickling her velvety lower lips. Suddenly, Moira shrieked, "Hyperspace! Hyperspace!"

Treven stopped and released her wrists and Moira was on him fast, moaning and kissing him while she stroked his erection. After a particularly mind numbing kiss, she said, "Stars above, you're going to get it now! You have me so riled up that if I don't cum as soon as your cock is inside of me, it will be a miracle!"

Treven groaned as she almost violently pushed him on his back and straddled his hips. After a few more firm strokes, she moved right where she needed to be before sinking down onto his thick member with a low cry, covering her mouth as her entire body began to tremble. Apparently, she was quite close to plummeting over the edge of orgasmic oblivion. Realizing this, Treven grabbed her waist and lifted her just enough before beginning to pound into her warm, wet, receptive body. He watched, utterly fascinated as her breasts bounced and jiggled. Her head was thrown back with one hand covering her mouth and the other stretched out for balance.

Treven's powerful thrusts paid off as Moira uttered a muffled shriek into her closed hands and her entire body trembled violently before she collapsed forward with a gasp, her arms supporting herself with her hands on Treven's shoulders. "Oh wow, that was intense;" she mewled.

Treven couldn't help but smirk, feeling very pleased with himself and not caring one bit that he had yet to climax. "Well, I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself."

"What do you mean?" gasped Moira. "You sound like you're leaving. We aren't done yet! Why kind of hostess would I be if I didn't make sure that you left my ship satisfied?"

"I dunno;" chuckled Treven. "Seeing you sitting up there with your back arched, your face flushed and your body trembling is pretty satisfying."

"Oh honey;" she purred, leaning down and brushing the hair out his face, "we are only just getting started!"

Almost tenderly, she kissed him, teasing the inside of his open mouth with a sultry moan. His hands began to explore her body again, massaging her breasts and kneading her ass and rubbing her smooth, molded thighs. It seemed that his caresses were enough to motivate Moira to action. Slowly, she began to working herself up and down his shaft, immensely enjoying the feeling of his manhood stretching her out again and again. Treven was gasping and groaning as her internal walls worked him spectacularly. Her flawless, soft flesh was molded to his hands as they wandered all over her being while Moira's hands were clamped on his shoulders.

Completely by accident, one of her hands tickled the underside of one of her breasts, causing Moira to giggle and try and brush his hand away. "Stop it!" she said, lightly slapping his chest. "No more tickling, you jerk! Just let me ride you."

"Sorry!" he gasped as she raised herself and dropped again. "I promise, that was an accident. This wasn't though;" and he reached up and kneaded her breasts again.

Moira gasped and moaned, covering his hands with her own. "I love it when you do that!"

Treven was losing it and losing it fast. This amazing, sexy woman was blowing his mind and all he could do was hold on for the ride. After just a dozen more thrusts, he was undone and even holding on for the ride wasn't an option. Even so, he was pleased when Moira screamed her head off again. Through his orgasm-hazed mind, he registered that she was trembling again. "Just when I thought it couldn't get any better;" sighed Moira.

"You can say that again;" murmured Treven.

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Nedeser Thul and Alias Ordo strode aboard the Telos, a Valor-Class Star Cruiser and the headquarters of the Admiral of the Fleet. "I never heard of a Jedi Master being a fleet admiral;" murmured Des to his close friend.

The Mandalorian Jedi shrugged. "Never have I but Jedi Masters have been generals and commanders before. It stands to reason that one or two decided to be an admiral instead. These are times of war - speaking of which, oh wise Master Jedi and Barsen'thor of the Jedi Order, I don't think I ever congratulated you."

Alias clapped his friend on the shoulder with a broad grin. "What is the council having you do now?"

Des was blushing from ear to ear. "I'm working with a group known as the Rift Alliance. They have qualms with the Republic and have even threatened succession. I've started by getting to know them and I think they can definitely be reasoned with."

"Well that's good;" said Alias as they got into a lift that would take them to the bridge. "Hey, I noticed a young woman taking a special notice of you. Who was she?"

Des frowned. "Who?"

"Oh come on;" chortled Alias. "Late teens to early twenties, very pretty with white and black face paint and white hair. She has big blue eyes that are straying towards you quite a lot, seemingly."

Des shrugged. "Oh, that's probably Nadia Grell, the daughter of Senator Tobas Grell. He's a good man and wants very much for this to all work out so that the worlds of the Republic will be stronger. I think he is probably the strongest voice of reason in the group. Say, wait a second! You were all happy and ready to praise me, oh great Hero of Tython but let's give credit where credit is due. Well done and thank you for saving Tython. I also hear that your pseudo-padawan Kira was promoted to Jedi Knight. Again, well done, my friend. I haven't trained a padawan to knighthood yet."

Alias chuckled and waved it away. "Well, that's because Master Kiwiks did most of the work and I just gave Kira some badly needed field experience. She's a natural warrior and is quite inventive and clever. She's a great Jedi."

Des chuckled and nudged his friend's elbow. "Oh, is that all she is?"

The Jedi Knight's gray eyed glare was enough to let Des know to drop the issue and simultaneously confirm that there was definitely something going on there between the two of them.

Finally, they made it to the bridge and strode up to the command console. There, in a very small naval uniform stood a diminutive creature not even a meter tall. A lightsaber handle only slightly larger than a comlink hung at his belt. He had pointy ears and a ridged head. On each hand were only three fingers. With a broad smile, he bowed to them and spoke. "Welcome my friends. I appreciate you coming all this way. Do forgive me for not shaking your hands. My hospitality exceeds my reach."

Des and Alias bowed. "Greetings, Master."

"How may we be of service, Master Oteg?"

The small creature chuckled and said, "Before we begin, I want you to keep an open mind to what you're about to hear. The source of my information is... unconventional."

Both Alias and Des had experience 'unconventional' several times already. Alias chuckled and said, "A Jedi is prepared to receive information from any source."

"Such wisdom ones so young," chuckled Oteg. "Master Satele's faith is well placed. As a Jedi, you are already attuned to the force. But you must deepen your connection to see as I do."

He knelt and motioned them to do the same. The two tall Jedi knelt and took deep breaths. "Concentrate with me;" said the small master. "Focus your mind. Feel the force around us. Hear its echoes."

They obeyed, letting go of all other senses and stretching out, only with the force. At first, it felt as it always did, but as the stretched out more and more, there was something there. It was faint at first but as they focused on it, it became more clear. "Yes..." they heard the small master say, though his voice sounded far away, "the force is with us..."

The sense gained strength and definition until, before them was the ethereal form of a young woman. "She is here..." said Oteg, his voice now returned to normal. "A Jedi without physical form, her body long dead but her wisdom, her essence lives on."

Alias said in a quiet, awed voice, "My master died but his voice still speaks to me."

Oteg looked at him seriously. "One Jedi persisting beyond death is all but on heard; but two? These are strange, dark times indeed."

Suddenly, they heard her voice. It sounded as if it was at the end of an echoing hall or tunnel. "The darkness will consume all that it touches. Stars will burn black, ashes raining on lifeless worlds. Everything ends."

Suddenly, she seemed to look at them, her eyes pleading and searching. "The prisoner holds the darkness at bay, lost inside it for three hundred years. His strength will fail and then, he will become the darkness."

Des and Alias looked at one another. "This prisoner;" said Des, "has been fighting the Empire for centuries? How is he still alive?"

The figure began to pulsate and fade. Oteg looked at her almost sympathetically. "The bond weakens, my friend. I'll takes things from here."

Slowly, their grasp began to slip as Oteg pulled away from their effort. After what seemed like an eternity, it was just Des, Alias, Oteg and the oblivious bridge personnel again. "She's told me many things;" said Oteg, his voice sounding slightly weary. "revealed the existence of an Imperial prison in the ever shifting Maelstrom Nebula - and a way to get there. The only way to navigate the Maelstrom is with a Gree computer hidden in an Imperial fortress. We need that computer to free the Jedi prisoner."

Des and Alias looked at each other grimly. If this Jedi could hold back the dark side and survive for three centuries and was in danger of succumbing to it, they knew that, more than their current errands, they had to save them. Des said grimly, "We'll see it done. We will save this Jedi prisoner."

Oteg nodded firmly. "The fortress we're invading is on the planet Taral V. In Imperial territory, protected by enemy worships - too many to fight. But we have a captured Imperial shuttle that can sneak past the sentries. It's waiting for you in the hanger of this ship."

Alias lifted a hand. "There are a few people we need to convince to help us. Can we meet you back here in a few hours?"

Oteg nodded. "I think we have time - precious little of it but time none the less. When you are ready, go to the shuttle. Our fleet will hide at the system's edge so that I can monitor your mission and guide you. If something goes wrong, we will come running."

Alias and Des nodded before quickly turning away. "I'll get Moira;" said Des.

Alias nodded, "And I'll contact Dren. He normally goes to Coruscant when he's on leave but here's to hoping, right?"

"Right;" rumbled Des as they entered the turbo lift. If they couldn't get their two most talented and versatile friends to help, this mission would be far more difficult, nigh impossible.