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Chaos Theory - the finding of underlying order in apparently random data.
Iridonia
You couldn't tell from space that a large portion of Iridonia's surface had been blasted by a concentrated planetary bombardment. A geological scan would reveal that something had created enough heat and pressure turn large deposits of silicon in the planet's surface into pure glass but, there were still other possible culprits for such damage: massive volcanic activity, a superheated meteorite even. However, once you made it through the thick, acidic clouds, the damage was obvious. The planet had never been a paradise, but the swath of empty blackness that covered a major portion of the planet's northern hemisphere was a testament to the destructive power of an Imperial Star Destroyer. The hour-long planetary bombardment, a non stop waterfall of deadly turbolaser fire, had been so destructive that the natives spoke of it in awe, and had already woven it into their oral legends; truly epic tales detailing the exploits of mighty Zabrak mercenaries and, of course the tale of Darth Maul and the Battle of Theed.
The fact that the tale could be told at all tells one something about the Zabrak. Living on Iridonia gives the Zabrak a unique perspective on life- they take the good with the evil, and accept what happens to them, and move on with life. They do not remorse for their own sorrows and shed no tears for the troubles of others. Life on their barren world is too difficult to spend time in self-pity. This tendency is very useful to a race of warriors and guns for hire, and thus is very important to the Zabrak way of life.
Few people had paid real attention to the plight of the Zabrak following the attack. A history as violent and ruthless as there was unlikely to garner many friends in the galactic community. There was a general consensus that the GLF had actually gotten something right for a change, and that the Zabrak deserved their fate. Hundreds of thousands of them were killed, and more displaced to other regions of the broken world. These refugees were forced by necessity to congregate into huge camps, in which there was little on which to subsist. The sprawling collectives had become squalid cemeteries, as the displaced multitudes wasted away, living day to day on the miniscule amount of aid that founds its way to the planet.
The planet that no one cared about. Not the Empire, the Coalition... anyone.
The first GLF members who arrived brought food. Food was worth its weight in coursica gems, and the GLF operatives were accepted in the silent manner of the zabrak, silent but thankful. Most refugees didn't know it had been a GLF attack; those who did had the immediate need of hunger to address and they accepted the gifts as readily as the others. Slowly, more and more GLF operators began coming to Iridonia, bringing with them supplies and garnering goodwill. Some took over the camps and oversaw efforts to make the camps viable places to exist: creating permanent housing, creating facilities for sanitation and other such necessities.
Some of the GLF personnel oversaw recruiting, and they picked up a fair number of converts, many of who were shipped off the planet. But that was not the primary reason for the Zabrak operation. Slowly, larger numbers of GLF began coming to the world, but in addition to food aid they brought weapons. A vast assortment of weapons, mainly small arms, but also heavy, more potent machinations. Into the camps these weapons were hauled, stored discretely when possible: the few heavy vehicles being difficult to hide were covered by special camouflage netting or disguised as farming equipment as best as could be done.
The Zabrak were thankful for the aide. It was quickly becoming apparent that something more than just goodwill was prompting the GLF's charity. Some Zabrak volunteered to join the terrorists- most were promptly shipped off world- but some were worked into the existing plan. Still more GLF arrived, but they came with only weapons, no more food or other items. A look in there eyes could tell you that something was going to happen soon...
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With a flash another set of medium transports (three this time) suddenly became visible, and the pilot corkscrewed the X-wing rather rapidly to obtain a new, much less collision prone course.
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The three new arrivals began forming up with the others, which were holding a tight formation in a distant orbit of Iridonia. A pair of Nebulon-B frigates and another pair of old Dreadnaught heavy cruisers sat on a plane above the transports, like four watchdogs protecting a flock of nerfs. The cruisers were an added bonus, detailed to the protection detail at the last minute, for reasons unknown to the lowly pilot.
He was part of the original security force, 60 (5 squadrons of 12) assorted fighters ranging from an entire squadron of piss-poor uglies (mainly Y-Ties) to three top of the line TIE Defenders, stolen en transit from an Imperial factory world. The fighter screen was now buzzing around somewhat aimlessly; mainly tying to avoiding the medium transports they were charged with defending.
They had been told no security would be necessary. The marshalling of the transports was scheduled to take two standard hours. The loading process two more. Hyperspacing away was slated to take less than half an hour. A four and a half hour time window for an enemy to strike. The chances of a force large enough pose any serious threat stumbling across the build up were astronomically low. Security was simply a failsafe, a precaution. Hold off any intrusion long enough for the transports to jump away (either to their destinations or the rendezvous point in case of emergency) then get out. With his X-wing jump capable, he could leave as soon as everything was clear. The poor pilots of those uglies (if they survived a firefight) would have to hope they could make it to a docking rack on one of the dreadnaughts or the nebulon's hanager bay. The odds...
Weren't worth considering, because there was going to be no problem. Another pair of transports had just hypered in; the whole operation was actually ahead of schedule, and the first group of five medium transports were descending toward the surface of Iridonia, flanked by five hornet interceptors, and a trio of A-9 Vigilance Interceptors.
Everything was going according to plan.