A Trade ( Jared Omar)

[Alli Vern]

Alli Wren smiled as she waited outside her personal hanger in the space port on Wren'goa Station. Currently it was attached to a ship she won at auction, The Black Hex. A ship reclaimed during a recent fight that many factions were a part of. She had won it at auction and had no idea what to do with it, so she had set out a challenge and one of them had finally delivered She waited for the delievery. After all she had alot of money invested in this ship. She had won that ship at a steep price so her contact better deliver. At least she had a place to store it, Wren'goa Station was a large station that housed a large city over the planet Hypori. It had everything from resorts to a medical facility and had been the pet project of a former attempt at power she had been part of.

Alli smirked as she heard the hanger next doors open. That must be it she thought with a smile. This Hanger was empty, waiting for her new prize. Waiting shored up next to her hanger was the ship that her client was looking for. After alll the ship was worthless to her but she was curious what it would do in its future life. So she had planted several trackers in it. It would take a very skilled and dedicated search to find them. But she wanted to know more about this ship and a tracker that recorded statistics on such a strange ship seemed worth trying to do. After all she wasn't going to use it so it wouldn't do her any good but if she let someone else use it and she got the data, it would be worth it.

 

[Arage Bao]

Enter.. myself. As I walked into the empty hangar bay, I couldn’t help but grin at the prospect of owning the Black Hex-ship. Truth to be told, I was a collector of sorts. I liked owning pretty stuff, and so when I had lost the auction bid against Alli, I tracked her down pretty quick after and offered her a deal.

Sienar Fleet Systems would design an unique ship, fit perfectly for its new owner and in return.. I would get my hands on the beautiful piece of work that was the Black Hex.

I pride myself in keeping my word, and here I was. True to my word, I came with the ship I had promised her. Of course, at that point in time, I didn’t realize the trackers she had planted in the ships.

Though I should have known, I guess. Thankfully, Sienar Fleet Systems had the best of the best employed, and I was planning on a complete re-design anyway. Of course, that didn’t mean all trackers would be found, maybe they would miss one or two.

Those things happened.

As I reached the lady, I bent my head softly as a token of respect.

“My Lady Wren, I presume you are well?”

[member="Alli Wren"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Alli Wren"], [member="Jared Ovmar"]

The Black Hex,
HK has heard of the ship, and he was curious as to what happened to it, as much as droid hoped the vessel was sunken, it seems that it would only change ownership. And just as much the droid would love to sink it, it was neither time nor place to do so.

His armor clanged softly, his weaponry clinking on his belt as he walked behind Jared with another armored mercenary. It seems the one called Jared was looking for extra protection lately, and, hearing of the droid and his troops' deeds, he chose the Iron Company as the source of his guard mercenaries. HK said he would send 'someone' to watch over Jared during he meeting and have his back, as much as HK disliked helping out business-folk personally, he has found attending this meeting rather prospective. After all, it would perhaps allow him to listen in on something important, do a bit of espionage, or perhaps tag the infamous Black Hex and track it to its next destination.
There were plenty of ways this meeting could go, so the 'someone' the droid decided to send was himself and one of his copies.

They were both outfitted in the standard Heavy Protectorate Power Defense Armor, the cloth veils of the helmets concealed their metal faceplates, the plates and armor-mesh of the heavy armor suits concealed their bodies, they both had MK 1 bolt guns in their hands, brand new Shattergun SR-1 rifles hanging off of their backs, Shattergun SP-1 pistols, and lightsaber hilts with collection of Anti-Forceuser grenades hanging off of their belts. The droid liked the new shatterguns the Gados designed for him, he found them to be an improvement on the original Verpine designs. The only reason why he used his old Verpine shatterpistol, outside of this mission, is because he liked its aesthetics, that's all.
Besides their weaponry, the disguised droids had grey cloaks hanging off of their shoulders, cascading down, and localized data jamming fields. That meant they were not able to communicate between each other via instant messages, they had no access to holo-net, but Alli would not be able to tell they were droids via her data implant, and they would not be hacked wirelessly any time soon.

Either way, so there they were, behind Ovmar, looking over the Black Hex ship silently, already taking few pictures and recordings they would save for debriefing later on.

HK did not brought the Siege Tower with himself, at least not to the current location, although the frigate was surely nearby, but they did brought one heavy dropship, with some other new toys aboard, among them were the new Shattergun Rotary Cannons the droid was anxious to test out. However, hopefully he would not get a chance to give them a try today.

 

[Onrai]

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[member="Janos"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Ishmael Verd"] [member="Vladkione Dawnpierce"] [member="Arben Ziegler"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Maleus"] [member="Aiker Ebizu"]

Out in the distance, just outside of sensor range were two Tyderium-class hyperspace tugs. These tugs were located here officially in the event of any ships on board the station lost power after exiting. Coming inbound was a freighter - this freighter carried personnel for the final inspection of the ship before it was to be turned over to Mr. Ovmar, as well as the ship's initial contingent of supplies. The container was coated with Nightshadow anti-sensor coating, ostensibly because even the slightest sensor reading could upset some of the unstable cargo. In reality, though, this "freighter" was currently carrying several hundred Graug warriors and couple hundred Sith Knights, along with a team specially selected by Circe for this very important mission. All were heavily armed, and there was more backup(unmarked of course) in transit.

The ship at the exact moment was entirely empty. They were awaiting the arrival of Jared's own crew. Data on how to operate the many exotic computers was located in the mainframe, information for the quick and easy training of the new arrivals. For now, though, the freighter moved towards the Star Destroyer, broadcasting a proper identification code. "This is the Erinpura, here to load the final contingent of supplies. We're carrying foodstuffs as well as the initial antimatter pods for use in the ship's reactor and engineers for the final inspection before shipping off. Please give us a wide berth." Antimatter pods were among some of of the cargo. Foodstuffs weren't, though.

It was time to get to work.

 

[Janos]

After a rough meeting with the Dread Father, Janos was able to negotiate with him whom allowed Janos to bring 800 Lost Clan Graug with him on this mission. Each one was armed with either Vengeance Battle Rifles or Menace Sonic Blaster Rifles while wearing Warrior's Skin Graug armor, all of which were procured by Janos. The Lost Clan was one of strong warriors, though it wasn't enough to defeat the Imperial Clan back in the Gratos civil war. Now they serve as pirates, taking what they can, when they can.

Janos had explained to them the mission they were going on and how it would benefit their Emperor, Darth Vulcanus, and the Graug Horde. Each Lost Clan Graug poured into the container that was coated in Nightshadow to block scanners, and readied themselves for battle. Janos himself was wearing the Warrior's Kin armor and wielding a Vengeance Battle rifle. Alongside his diplomacy and religious teachings, he also learned warfare and how to do it well.

@Alexandra Cinthra @Ishmael Verd @Vladkione Dawnpierce @Arben Ziegler @Aedan Miles @Alicia Drey @Maleus @Aiker Ebizu [member="Enigma"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Janos"] | [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] | [member="Ishmael Verd"] | [member="Vladkione Dawnpierce"] | @Arben Zegler | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Enigma"] |

There were times when Alicia Drey was herself. Insanely beautiful, enticing and intelligent with business, although currently something of a current enigma in that respect, as she was not announced to the galaxy as of yet, there was something else behind Alicia that not many knew about; and the connection between Alicia Drey and her other life was an unknown fallacy, other than to two people in which she held in high esteem.

It was one of these people, in the shape of Circe Savan, that knew of her life as Darth Ayra, the infamous Sith Lord among the New Order and One Sith. Famed for her mastery of the seven Lightsaber forms, as well as a Sith Soldier/Warrior/Assassin hybrid in itself, indeed, her Sith Master had brought a great weapon to this venture. Behind the face of Circe Savan was Darth Pandeima and this in lay the connection between the two women. One held power, the other craved it. Such was the way of an Sith Apprenticeship.

Stood beside Pandeima (Circe), Ayra folded her arms across her test as their transport moved in for the kill. She said nothing to her yet. The same battle filled disire and blood lust that she had gazed upon at Cadomai Prime filled the air. Again, this wasn't the beautiful, enticing woman that Circe had first met. Now, this was a Sith Lord, with the beast inside of her, the dark side, lifting it's head to the sounds of anointment and promise.

 

[Maleus]

Maleus truly loathed interstellar travel. One could not protest it's beauty, great celestial beacons known as stars hovered in the unforgiving vacuum. Planets contently resolved around their axis's with careless regard.

Even still there was a much colder side. Space in all of it's unrivaled beauty was dangerous. Death loomed at a corner.
And because of this he simply stood and waited inside of the hanger bay. He would await to be called upon.

 

[Logan]

Even though Jedediah didn't exactly like the idea of hired work like mercenary-type shenanigans, it was work and it paid quite well. [member="Jared Ovmar"] had paid him a considerable amount of cash considering his experiences in the Republic Army and several engagements fought in the benefit of the Mandalorian clans. Jed was still loyal to the clans, but anything that helped weaken the other factions in the galaxy was more than enough to entice interest in the commando. Funded entirely by Ovmar's personal funds, he had no complaints guarding him while he undertook a few business deals with others. Little did Jed know, the transaction in question was bound to attract beings from around the galaxy.

The armored clad figure of Jedediah stood closely behind his charge, Jared Ovmar, his Mandalorian armor gleaming fiercely in the dim lighting and his assault rifle held tightly in his hands. He wasn't a man for hidden weapons, so it was always better to keep his within plain sight, his sidearm tucked away for later use.

[member="Alli Wren"], [member="Enigma"], [member="Janos"], [member="Alicia Drey"], [member="HK-36"]

 

[Edward Vyperion]

Arben Ziegler, a rather prideful hacker for The New Order, was waiting just outside of sensory range preparing to jam the transmissions of hostile ships and send in fake sensor readings of ships in his Magi-class Corvette with an Alchemist-class Frigate next to his ship.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles sat in the command chair of his new command ship the Phoenix-class star destroyer Deaths Hand. As he sat there he calmly accessed his online banking system and transferred the payment he had received from this job to a secondary account that was unknown to almost everyone. Once there he calmly leaned back his eyes gleaming lightly. Around the command ship floated various ships all of them prepared for a fight. For now the IFF codes on these ships was off and replaced from the Mandalorian IFF codes to Aedan’s personal series of codes just in case something came up. He looked around the battle group he had been given command of for this mission and smirked darkly to himself. Half a million credits for an easy job why not. As he sat there stretching a bit and waiting for the signal to jump into the system and the coordinates they would be using. Around Aedan’s command ship floated a surprising number of ships that were going to follow his orders and HIS orders alone. Aedan sighed as he leaned back taking a drink from a cup of caf that was in his hand as he muttered half to himself. “Freaking ridiculous time to do something like this.” With a sigh he stretched knowing that they were outside of sensor range just as had been requested. Before entering hyperspace Aedan sent three short burst transmissions 1 to the Unknown Regions and 2 to CIS space. Of course the young man waited until everyone else had entered hyperspace and then he nodded to his pilot. "Ok take us to hyperspace and lets get this party started."
Aedan's battle group:

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Aedan's battle group:
1x Phoenix-class star destroyer (1000 meters) Deaths Hand
1x type 2 Kyramund battleship (750 meters) Devastators might
2x Krayt-class Light Cruisers (900 meters) Trapper and Silence
2x Haran’uliik-class light frigates (440 meters) Dog of War and Pirates Fury
2x Nebula-class Corvettes (360 meters) Foxfire and Bloodhound
1x Azaluz Flak Frigate (300 meters) Escort one
3x Tegaanalir-class patrol ship (150 meters) Red 1, 2 and 3
9x BR-0100 Neta’norac (99 Meters) Darkness 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9

 

[Darth Metus]

Typically speaking, the clone known simply as Ravager would not have been involved in such operations. However, he, like many animals throughout the stars, had an affinity for "shiny objects". When one such object was dangled before his eyes as a potential payment for services, he absolutely had to get onboard. As such, whilst the tugs and freighter slid auspiciously through space, the young man held within his palm the crimson pyramid. 'Twas a Holocron, created and owned by Xo'Xaan himself, and contained within it's depths a literal heap of information regarding alchemy's two halves: biological and metallurgy. For him, one who was not remotely interested in the art, the payment was...alright...but his intention was to hand it off to his master. There, the true rewards would be doled out; something Ravager looked forward to immensely.

Stuffing the holocron into the pocket of his master and creator's Terentatek duster, Ravager pulled over his face a simple mask wrought from Durasteel. Couldn't have his handsome mug recognized and all that joy. He then adjusted the tie of his Executive-class Formal Wear and cleared his throat. "You all do realize that if this doesn't go off well, the Feds' patrol and home fleets are going to eat us alive, right?" he said, giving a pre-game caution to his motley crew of "comrades".

 

[Lord Ghoul]

LOCATION: Black Hex (Bane of Coruscant), Men's Head

Flush.

Rinse.

Mikhail Shorn stepped out of the Men's Head, otherwise known as the restroom to the rest of us civilians. He adjusted his leather jacket and stretched, looking around. Hmm, strange. Something didn't quite feel right here. He reached out in the Force and raised an eyebrow at what he felt. He was pretty sure that the incoming shipment was not supposed to contain upwards of a dozen high powered Force signatures.

"And to think, when Jared begged me to baby sit his little toy I'd been afraid I wouldn't get to kill anybody."

Smirking magnanimously, the Thronebreaker waltzed into the hangar, lounging against a stack of cargo, and awaited the arrival of the "freighters."

[member="Janos"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Enigma"]

 

[Arage Bao]

I felt Mikhail’s mind pressing to mine, and knew something was up. Though not exactly what, so per instinct I lashed out and wrapped his mind in mine. Protecting him from anything that would try to feth him up, mentally.

(Sorry for the short post, I gotta go now.)

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Darth Metus]

'Twould be folly to enter into an engagement without one's own set of "wheels"; and for this reason Ishmael's own Espada-class Stealth Transport followed after the tugs and freighter. Silent as the grave, it slid along through the black of space with it's cloaking device active, thereby masking it's presence from all manner of scanners and the visible spectrum. Piloted by a droid, the vessel awaited the remote command of it's master; who promptly stepped over to the rear of the freighter. "If we're boarding, I might as well make sure I'm equipped for space." he said ever so casually. Reaching into the rearmost compartment, he secured himself a basic oxygen tank and mask and donned them accordingly. Once situated, Ravager tapped upon the terminal located upon his wrist, ordering the droid to bring his transport about. This order was complied instantly and Ishmael calmly strode over to the airlock. He admitted himself past the safety door and slid it shut behind him, then slammed his open palm upon the big red button. This caused the small sum of oxygen between the safety door and the black of space to be sucked out...and Ishmael along with it. However, with his vessel right there to receive him, it appeared as though he simply vanished into thin air. Of course, this as just the effect of his transport's cloaking device. Once situated within his vessel, he then radioed in, addressing the freighter.

"Sorry about the flashiness, just needed more elbow room."

 

[Nyxie]

Most of Reticent Fleet was on a routine patrol through Confederate Protected Space, stretching the proverbial wings of the brand new vessels it had procured and outfitted for heavy operations. Two Strilla had just been added from Crystalsong weeks before, purchased back by RRDI, a Ravenous was donated by Chairwoman Saera Savan's mother and a Wanga was bought at the galactic marketplace. A lot of weapons and equipment were also in mass transit within what limited cargo spaces each ship held, all in preparation to set up another forward operating port where the fleet would be able to respond to threats faster and formulate stronger contingencies.
When the fleet began reading a strange congregation of unconfirmed IFF emissions from somewhere in the next system over on long range Holo transmission, the new Fleet Admiral of the Techno Union Reticent Fleet decided it was only procedure to investigate. It was not like there was anything else to do in the husked expanses of space.

Ships in Patrol:
1 San Hill (Deira)
1 Severance
1 Glaive E
2 Kalestat
2 Strilla
1 Wanga
1 Ravenous

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[ R E T I C E N T _ F L E E T ]
8,550 metres
(7.6 kilometres, 4.7 miles)
CO: Admiral Deira
XO: Vice Admiral (Hiring)
(If you'd like to join Reticent Fleet at any rank, feel free to post an inquiry below)
Techno Union Funded | Flagship | Personally Attained

BATTLESHIPS (6,010 m.)
San Hill-Class Star Destroyer ★
Sev'Rance-Class Light Carrier ☻
Sev'Rance-Class Light Carrier ☻
Sev'Rance-Class Light Carrier ☻
Strilla-Class Missilier Gunboat ►
Strilla-Class Missilier Gunboat ►
Wanga-Class Cruiser
Leviathan-Class Assault Frigate ♦
Leviathan-Class Assault Frigate ♦
Leviathan-Class Assault Frigate ♦
Ravenous-Class Frigate

SUPPORT SHIPS (474 m.)
Glaive E-Class SEWACS Frigate, Gen. II ❖
Glaive E-Class SEWACS Frigate, Gen. II ❖

ESCORT SHIPS (1,100 m.)
Kalestat-Class Anti-Craft Cruiser ♦
Kalestat-Class Anti-Craft Cruiser ♦

MISC.
Ri'ess VIA Satellite RR-002

COMPLEMENTS
Ventus Fighter Interceptor
Languor-Class Superiority Starfighter
Vulture-Class Droid Starfighter
Aurum II-Class Light Bomber (limited)
CS/TX-02 Droid Bomber (swarm)
Low Altitude Assault Transport/Durge
Alcibiades-Class Dropship

@All the Peoples

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles left hyperspace and stood grinning as he quickly gestured. “I WANT THE TRAPPER AND SILENCE TO MOVE INTO THE MIDST OF THE FLEET AND ACTIVATE THEIR INTERDICTION FIELD! ALL SHIPS ARE TO ACTIVATE THEIR IFF CODES AND PREPARE FOR IMMENENT COMBAT!” Aedan turned and looked around the map before he pointed at the Foxfire, Bloodhound, and Dog of War muttering. “I want them to go and see if they can locate the enemy position I want to know how many ships and where they are.” He pointed to where he KNEW a small group of ships were but they weren’t being read on sensors the nine stealth fighters were his to command at this time. “Tell Darkness group to start patrolling the area around our ships I want to know if ANYTHING tries to sneak through towards that station.” He activated his coms calmly and contacted [member="Jared Ovmar"] as he sat in his command chair once more. “Well here I am Jared I have ships out looking for theirs and interdiction fields up. We are prepared to stop anyone from leaving unless I am told they are permitted by you.” Aedan leaned back as he stretched out almost bored as he waited for something for him to personally deal with. Aedan nodded to himself he knew that IFF codes Aedan would be using were Corsair Brotherhood codes notable allies of the CIS. [member="Deira"] [member="Enigma"] [member="Arben Ziegler"]

 

[Manu Xextos]

The Confederacy of Independent Systems Border Sv'yato Fleet had been in shake-down mode since their last border control in their central location of Tythe Space. Admiral Manu Xextos had been replacing the original officers of the twenty ship fleet with Echani loyalists, Tythean dregs who loved their new protector and hardcore old fleeters with varied and encourage able pasts. To create unity was to create situations where the men would bond and Border Patrols had been his main source.

Yet, on this day Manu Xextos had his fleet manoeuvring with [member="Salem Norongachi"], his fellow Master and Council Member and they were headed to Hypori. "Admiral Xextos, we are coming in to Hypori space and the chatter is odd. I'm reading --"

The Echani waved the Lieutenant off, instead tapping his holopad & watching it come to life. There was a collection of ships pouring around a station in Hypori orbit, and he frowned as he passed the data pad to Salem. "What do you make of that?" Some of the chatter had a familiar name in it: [member="Jared Ovmar"].

The Lightsider Master tapped his lips and signalled to his Echani XO. The woman snapped to attention and started signalling orders to her fellow Echani, barking to the rest as beads came in to change orders. "Fancy a peer inward? I know Ovmar, what's he in CIS space for?"

Once his ships came out of Hyperspace, Manu Xextos sent an open comm channel to all ships in the area. "This is Admiral Manu Xextos of the Confederacy of Independent Systems Sv'yato Fleet. Please state the nature of your business in Hypori." He flicked his comm off, and sat back.

"Now we wait to hear what's up with this potential mess. Doesn't feel right. Don't like it."

Spoiler

Sv'yato Fleet - Total Length: 5,800 meters

Flagship:

• Brynjar-A: Gunray Class Star Destroyer - An upgrade from the first Brynjar, the Mark A is a huge step up and commanded personally by Manu Xextos and his officers from the House Xextos of the Echani

Destroyers:

• CSS Pra'Kara: San Hill Class Star Destroyer - Commanded by TBA
• CSS Vi'Nu: San Hill Class Star Destroyer - Commanded by TBA

Cruisers:

• CSS Sri'Usha: Argente Class Assault Cruiser
• Ventress Class Light Cruiser
• Ventress Class Light Cruiser
• Ventress Class Light Cruiser
• Ventress Class Light Cruiser
• Ventress Class Light Cruiser
• Ventress Class Light Cruiser
• Ventress Class Light Cruiser
• Ventress Class Light Cruiser
• Ventress Class Light Cruiser
• Ventress Class Light Cruiser

Carriers:

• CSS Yash: Sevrance Class Light Carrier
• CSS Tirta: Sevrance Class Light Carrier
• CSS Divya: Sevrance Class Light Carrier
• CSS Lochan Wodrata Class Pod Carrier

Corvette:

• CSS Indra: Stratus Class Light Corvette
• CSS Kavi Raste: Stratus Class Light Corvette

[member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] etc.

 

[Alli Vern]

Well first mistake was to think the ship was empty and to think that Alli Wren didn't care about her investments. The first read flag was the delivery of supplies, that wasn't planned and Alli ran a tight ship. In fact her personal HRD created by her friends was on board. Alli got notification that something was up. This wasn't good she thought, all these weeks just sitting here and they choose now to try something for her ship. She was curious what the hell was going on. Who would be delivering something.
So she said outloud into her comm
"Third Fleet this is Alli Wren of the Techno Union and Owner of Wren'Goa Station. I would like to report suspicious activity outside of my personal hanger and station. They are violating my restricted space as I don't recall any naval exercises today. "
She turned to Jared and frowned, " It seems that everything is going to hell, but hopefully we have it under control."
[player="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/2149-jared-ovmar/"]Jared Ovmar[/URL]"]
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Meanwhile on the Third Fleet 46,000 meters
"Sir we just got a request to aid Alli Wren, what should we do?"
"Well " He was interupted
"Sir we are having mutiple IFF's appear in front of the station, running scans of who they belong to now."
" Find out who they are ASAP, Move the fleet. and turn on our interdictors, no one is leaving till we find out who brought a fleet into our orbit."
The Entire Third Fleet made its way towards Wren'Goa Station.
" All Vessels, this is the Third Fleet, Please remove your self from Restricted space. Repeat Please remove yourself from restricted space or we will have to take appropriate actions. As of now we are locking down Travel upon explanation of your presence you will be either permitted to leave or apprehended for questioning. "

[member="Aedan Miles"] |[member="Enigma"] | @Janos | [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] | @Ishmael Verd | @Vladkione Dawnpierce | @Arben Zegler | @Mikhail Shornhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/542-mikhail-shorn/
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The HRD Known as Ashley for organics who didn't like a face without a name was on the command deck of the Black Hex with a droid crew. They had been preparing for the switch of possession but now it seemed that wasn't going to be smooth.
"Erinpura, This is Ashley from the Black Hex Currently Named Reaver, We have no scheduled supply run, if you could please keep your distance from restricted space, and remove yourself from Wren'Goa's vicinity and then submit to questioning by the proper authorities I am sure we can find out how this mix up happened . I have no record of this and any approach on my vessel will be deemed an hostile act"

She typed in some commands as the guns of the Reaver aimed for the freighter heading towards her.

 

[Edward Vyperion]

"Excuse me, I am a simple civilian just going my way around the galaxy... if you would unlock what you would call "Backwards Travel" for me, I'll just be on my way." The hacker said, realizing this whole situation is becoming idiotic to him and fixing to take the Magi-class corvette he's in and the Alchemist-class frigate next to him out of the situation...

 

[Darth Metus]

Nope.

Noooooope

Left and right, ships were coming out of hyperspace. Big ones. Ain't no way in hell Ishmael was going to risk his chocolate arse over this fine batch of folly. Hell, he already had he payment in hand. So, with that valuable piece of information in mind and the will to survive throbbing, Ishmael gave his pilot an order. At once it was followed to the letter. The hyperdrive was primed, the cloaking device was still active, and the Espada dove into Hyperspace quicker than one could blink. Fortunately enough, he had evaded the interdiction fields and other nastiness through...y'know...being cloaked and a good distance away from the festivities.