It is said that a galaxy is made up of over a billion stars. Out of those billions of stars more than one million stars have satellites which can support life. Out of those planets roughly one hundred thousand planets have been colonized. Worlds can simple lay in space for its entire life without ever being discovered. Hundreds of planets are born every day. Even more die. It is all part of the countdown till the galaxy and the worlds we populate dye and are reborn from the gasses and particles which give every single creature in this and any galaxy life. Look up into the stars above which ever world you inhabit and search. Which one of those faded lights in the sky will be the next to sprout life? Which one will just dye and never been seen in the nights sky again? These are the questions which haunt explorers of the galaxy. Men, women, alien, whatever race they may be they look at the night sky differently then most others. Searching and waiting until the day they too reach out into the darkness of unexplored space in the hope that they will be the one in a billion life forms in this galaxy which will find the next new uncharted world.
Such a man is Monti Hughe. He spent his entire life studying the galaxy and the regions of it which have never been charted. This was the reason he had been selected for Operation Haven. He was a smart man who was well schooled in the dynamics of celestial construction and the physics of gravitational phenomenon. He was considered the foremost physicist on the subject and it was only by luck that his allegiance fell to the <st1:city><st1>Alliance.</st1></st1:city>

He knew little of the mission he had been attached to. He was under contract a sworn to silence about any aspect of the mission, which wasn’t a difficult chore since he knew nothing. All he was given access to was the gravitational data collected from various unnamed star systems. Far less then he had hoped would be his experience with the Deep Space research vessel Hawkeye. In fact sometime he felt like a prisoner aboard the Old Venator Star Destroyer. Limited to the single deck inhabited by all the scientific personnel and a few guards. He thought about the last two years and the reason he was supposed to be there in the first place. He had seen favorable data indicating possible planets in various numbered systems. He had even found substantial proof of at least forty five planets in the two years since his joining the Crew of the Hawkeye.
With the amount of data he had seen proved they had discovered many new planets in whatever sector of space they now explored, or sectors. Who knows where they were in space. Wild space, Unknown regions, they could be orbiting Coruscant for all anyone on the scientific deck knew. The thought of new worlds going unexplored upset Monti. The alliance was on the run and broken they needed anyplace they could find to hide and rebuild. He wanted to go to his project leader and ask questions but he wasn’t one to rock the proverbial boat.

He wasn’t the only person on the exploration team curious about these things. Many scientists thought the same as Monti. They simply took each day as it came and never considered investigating any further into the program or the mission. As Monti, and others sat in the presentation hall listening to yet another mission briefing about the new data coming in from the recon wing. Yet another set of gravitational readings which indicated massive bodies orbiting yet another unnamed star. Same shit different day. Monti looked to the woman sitting beside him. She was a new face. One he had never seen in the meetings before. A new member was a rare occurrence. IN the two years since the <st1:city><st1>Mission</st1></st1:city> left Yavin IV only twelve new members had joined. As the meeting ended he approached the newcomer.

“Hello, I’m Monti, Are you new to the expedition?” The woman looked over the scientist then smiled.

“Why yes I am. I’m Rite, Rita Neum. I just came aboard yesterday.” Monti was a full with questions for the newcomer he had no idea where they were or what was going on outside the bulkheads of the ship.

“Yesterday huh, where did you travel from to get here?” The woman’s smile slackened as she answered.

“That’s confidential. I was instructed to keep the currant location of the vessel to myself. Among other things I was grilled about by the Intelligence. All I know is they needed someone with my special knowledge for this mission.” Instantly Monti’s interest was perked.

“And what is your Specialty if I can ask?” Rita thought for a moment then smiled.

“Automation and artificial Intelligence is my Line of study. I worked with the team at Stellar enterprises in the design and automation on many of the A.I. circuits onboard the Hawkeye.” Monti was floored. He had no idea anything was automated onboard the old hulk of a vessel. It looked decrepit from the outside and the few decks he had access to, even the ones between the hanger and the science deck look as if the ship had been burnt then rebuilt. Nothing looked new aboard the ship let alone Droid controlled.

“Really, I wasn’t aware the ship had automated systems.” Rita interrupted him.

“Yeah most of the command and control operations are chained liked or automated. They seem to want as few as possible crew aboard this clunker.” Monti laughed at the term used to describe the Hawkeye. Clunker, a term often synonymous with the expedition’s flagship, was just what the ship appeared to be. Monti noticed as someone across the room caught Rita’s Eye.

"If you will excuse me I need to talk to Commander Torren before he returns to engineering.” With that Rita walked across the room the gentleman she had been looking. As Monti watched the interesting new woman walk a man tapped him on his shoulder.

“Monti Hughe?” ask the Man in Fleet standard.

“Are you Monti Hughe?” Monti paused before answering. Why would a military type know his name? Why would one even be interested in him?

"Yes I am Monti Hughe. Can I help you?” The Ensign looked relieved. All the science types looked the same to him. White coat, glasses, expressionless looks. All the Science personnel seemed to be in the same serious mood regardless of situation.

“Mister Hughe, you are to accompany me to the Command Ante-chamber. Admiral Reshmar wishes to speak with you.” Monti was shocked. He had been requested by the mission commander. What could this be about? Had word of his uneasiness with the situation and merit of the mission somehow gotten all the way up the ladder to the admiral? Monti looked dumbfounded He did not know what to do or say. After a short uncomfortable time of silence the ensign spook again.

“Mister Hughe, I need you to come with me.” Monti nodded then caught his breath enough to speak. Yes, of course, lead the way.”

Far above and aft of the Science section of the ship Admiral Reshmar sat looking over his personnel data pad. On it data streamed explaining the gravitational and celestial physics of system Gamma 244. Reshmar understood very little of the data but he had learned in the last two years when the data meant their may be a planet or planets somewhere within the system He had looked for years now for a certain planet. One which fits ever specification of this mission. To date operation Haven had found 128 habitable planets. Some large some small. Some inhabited some not. But they somehow did not fit into the parameters of the mission’s target.

Reshmar was not one to socialize with lower ranking crew or civilian contractors. He found it too difficult to try to remember so many names and faces. He left the crew and civilian contingent up to the Vessels commander and X.O. This was their ship not his. He only wanted the success of the mission at hand. And success was needed. The situation in the <st1:city><st1>Alliance</st1></st1:city> was paramount. The colonization of the Yavin system was going according to plan but this was just one safe system for the member such as himself who looked to a day when they once again could be free of tyranny and oppression. Of the Free groups fighting the Evils of the galaxy the alliance was closest to his heart. He once trained the commanders of the fleets which once battled to free the galaxy for tyranny. Now he himself fought against a different set of tyrants in a different kind of rebellion.

The Door opened to the chamber and two men walked in. One was a navy ensign in uniform. The other was a scientist. He knew the mans name but had never meet him. His work for the expedition was first rate and he had been responsible for nearly sixty percent of the planets found already. He sat the water ‘which he had been drinking’ on the desk and stood to greet Monti.

“Mister Hughe, It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Your name and work have pasted my desk many times. Can I get you a drink?” Reshmar motioned for Monti to sit across the desk from himself. Monti walked to the desk and sat. He looked around the chamber with amazement. The same amazement he had been feeling since he had left the research section of the Hawkeye. If he had not known differently he would have taught he was on a different vessel. The decks and bulkheads looked nothing like the ones in the Science section of the ship; it was as if he was on a new ship. Freshly painted and launched. The room he now sat was an example of this. Everything in the room looked modern and new. Not like something in a ship which was at least fifty years old. He broke himself from his thoughts to answer the admiral.

“Yes please. May I have some Fruit juice? Reshmar motioned to the ensign and with a nod. The ensign walked to a small refresher station and removed a small canister of juice from the cooler.

“I hope Thyferrian berry is ok. It was all we received on our last re-supply.”
Monti took the juice and drank a couple of sips from the canister.

“Very tasty Admiral, Thank you for the drink.” The Admiral nodded an acknowledgment then stood.

“Mister Hughe. I have summoned you here because I need a man with your knowledge. No one on the vessel knows celestial physics like you.” Reshmar walked to a desk on the far side of the chamber and grabbed a data pad.
“In this report you state there is a ninety eight point seven percent possibility of an orbital in the Gamma 244 system.” Reshmar walked to the desk and handed Monti the pad.

“We have on two occasions explored the system and all we can find are asteroids. Nothing as large or substantial as you have predicted. In most cases we would have just chalked this up to a mistake. But in your case this is the first incorrect analysis since the operation began.” Monti was beginning to worry that he had made a mistake. Even if he had, which he was positive he hadn’t, why would it warrant his being called out and having to answer to the Operation Commander. Reshmar walked around the desk silently then sat once again.

“Mister Hughe I need to know if it possible you interpreted the data wrong on the reports. We have sent you the same data five times and each time you come up with the same result.” Monti began thinking of past analysis reports and any which seemed identical. He thought for a moment then answered the admiral.

“Admiral Reshmar sir, I do not think I have errored in my report. I believe the error is in the investigation of the system.” Reshmar let out a cough and a laugh.

“My boy if Major Langston heard you say that he would have a fit. He claims the science department is doing it just to annoy him. He has little understanding of physics when it comes to star systems.” Monti could help but imagine the Major as an ego drive solider ranting orders and gunning down enemies.

“I promise the Admiral we are not falsifying report to annoy any of the mission’s officer corp. We simply analyze and answer.” A straight forward answer, Monti was surprised he had the balls enough to say it. Reshmar laughed again then took the drink in his hand.

“I know the science department would never do anything of the sort. I just needed to ask you if you were certain of these findings. I have to allocate men and equipment to investigate this system. I have already done so five times. This will be the last.” Reshmar sat back and drank from his water container.

"Mister Hughe I am transferring you from analysis to operations. Secure your belongings and report to the ships X.O. Commander Rubib. You will know him when you see him; he’s the only Sullustian on the ship.” Reshmar sat the glass down on the table and handed a folder across the table to Monti.

“These are your transfer papers and orders. I Hope you find what it is you claim is out their. I dislike unnecessary expenditure of operation resources. You are dismissed Mister Hughe enjoy the new job.”

Monti wasn’t sure what he thought about the re-assignment. On one hand he felt it was a punishment for something. On the other at least it got him off the Science Deck. He had done as ordered and reported to the Hawkeye’s X.O. He had been swiftly handed off to The X.O. of something called the Beacon. Reshmar fallowed the Commander to a turbo lift then waited till the doors shut and the lift began descending, He had introduced himself as commander Broc Jor’Mein . Apparently there was more then one ship in the operation. Monti hesitated then spoke.

“Commander, what exactly is the Beacon?” The commander looked straight forward and spoke without looking at the scientist.

"She is an Agave class Reconnaissance vessel. We have been the ones feeding all that lovely data you science boys keep salivating over.”
As he finished speaking the door slid open and a new environment took over.

“Here you go Mister Hughe, your new home." The bulkhead walls were filled with terminals of every kind imaginable. Gamma ray sensors, Gravitational shift analyzers, mass measurement boards, every tool one would need to chart a galaxy. It was heaven for the scientist. He was genuinely a kid in a toy store.

“Make yourself at home and get to know the rest of the crew.” Commander Jor’Mein turned and entered the turbo lift once again. Monti looked around the room and finally noticed the few faces looking back at him.

<o></o>Reshmar walked onto the command deck of the Hawkeye. The command deck was a place he usually enjoyed being. This one was different. Six Control stations with large armed chairs sat in the middle of what should have been a command deck full of officers monitoring data stations and sensors. As he neared the command chair the chair rotated and Captain Jeffers greeted him.

“Admiral on Deck” The remaining members of the command crew turned and stood at attention.

“As you were gentlemen” Reshmar answered not noticing the female officer at the helm. He gave a nod to her.

” Forgive me maim, I did not notice you at first. At easy Ladies and gentlemen.” The crew sat and turned to man their stations once again. Reshmar walked to a position beside the captain’s chair. After two years he had wondered why he never requested a chair of his own. In the beginning of the mission the captain had always offered his seat and was declined every time. Now he no longer asks Reshmar. Funny how some things become mundane and routine after an extended period of repetition.

“Status Captain Jeffers?” Reshmar ask as info started to scroll up on the halo display directly in front of the command section.

“Sir the Beacon is ready and awaits permission to depart.” Reshmar watched as the status reports from both ships scrolled over the display. The smaller Agave vessel had sat docked in the modified main hanger of the Hawkeye more then it was operational.

“Inform Captain Yorth he has clearance to depart and begine his operation." The female officer looked over the data then reported. All stop Admiral we are ready for decoupling.” Captain Jeffers began pressing a code into the keypad on his chair arm. A countdown began in reverse. 10….9…. Reshmar looked at the data scrolling then gave the order.

“Lieutenant Give the order to detach on one"……6…..5……4…

”Very well sir, order transmitted"……2….1….

"Detaching now.”

<o></o>On the Command Deck of the Beacon Captain Yorth sat in his command chair. The Mass of the Agave tugged at the release clamps only a second. The ship shock with a loud pop and the Beacon was free of her Moorings.

"Take us down and out real easy lieutenant.” The helm officer nodded in affirmation of the order. The Smaller ship emerged from the belly if the larger vessel then began heading off twenty points of the currant course of the Hawkeye. As she cleared the shadow of the Venator two X-wing fighters took up positions on the port and starboard flanks of the Agave.

“Captain Yorth this is Grey one you have clearance to enter system Gamma 244. We will escort you to the designated Co-ordinates then continue to offer support." The three vessels move off with accelerating speed. Reshmar and the members of the Hawkeye Command Crew watched out the starboard view port till the ships disappeared into the nothingness of distance.

Inside the Beacon Monti Hughe watched the Gravitational anomaly sensor as the ship neared the edge of the system. From the readouts there were at least two large bodies of mass working on the gravitational forces of the Sun. along with thousands of smaller Asteroids.

“See man the readings are there but we have searched this system top to bottom.” The man standing over his shoulder spoke from behind him. Monti looked at the data then turned to his supervisor.

“Have you looked inside the asteroid belt?”<o> </o>Reshmar watched data stream. The same data as he had seen every time before when they had explored this system.

“Sir we have a message from the Beacon. Sir they request permission to launch the Y-wings and send them into the belt. Apparently Mister Hughe believes the planet may be deep in the belt.” The Belt. Why had no one else thought about that? In the rush to find a suitable planet one may have been staring them in the face for months.

“Permission granted Lieutenant. Tell the pilots to be careful and good hunting.” The lieutenant transmitted the order then went back to his normal operations. Reshmar stood and looked over the data scrolling on the display in a different way now.

“Admiral, can a planet inside such a massive asteroid belt be acceptable. We are looking for seclusion I know but what about the safe navigating in and out of the belt." Reshmar thought it over for a moment then answered.

"Let us first find out if the planet is truly inside the belt. We maybe on another tarisian goose hunt."

Deep in the Asteroid belt the four Longbow Reconnaissance Y-wings separated and began their search patterns.

“Recon one this is recon two. I have begun scanning and will move spin ward through the asteroid belt."

” Rodger two" Recon Flight leader began moving counter spin ward and engaged the scanning equipment.

“Recon three move to the sunward side of the belt and give us point by point data so we don’t get lost in here. Recon four you’re our anchor. Keep us connected to Beacon. We have some interference from the inside to the outside of the belt” a short silence fell then four answered.

"Rodger one will do.” The Y-wings continued the search fore hours. The recon version of the Y-wing was fitted out to operate for days without refuel of refit. Days cramped in a small cockpit still toke a toll on the pilot. History and trial and error have proven that after ten hours the pilots become less aware of the surrounding environment. And in an asteroid belt like this that meant they died.

“Recon flight I’m calling it a day. Work you way back to Recon four and we will head back to Beacon.” After eight hours of scanning the recon flight had managed to search twenty percent of the belt. The reading they had collected might enable the scientist on become to better pin point any hide planets if in fact there was one.

Day two of the operation started early. The crew and scientists were excited about the previous day’s findings. They had pinpointed within five hundred thousand kilometers the exact location of the two planetoids. Recon flight had spilt up into two smaller wings and moved to search the presumed locations of the planets.

“Two this is one, do you have anything?" The flight lieutenant looked over his sensors and saw nothing.

”Maybe they were wrong sir. I don’t see anything but rocks.” Recon leader was beginning to doubt the findings also when his sensors went dead.

“Whoa! Two, watch out we have a radiation field here.” Two had found out the hard way when he lost his lights for a second.

"Got it one we are in some sort of energy field. Computer lists it as a natural phenomenon. Some type of bleed off from the star.” Recon two watched the data scroll down on the energy dead spot.

“I got ya two. I’m out of the field now. I’m picking something up on the sensor. I believe we found our lost planet two.” Within seconds Recon two exited the field and immediately saw the massive sensor blip of the planet.

“I have fifty thousand kilometers and closing One. Should we radio back?” One thought about it for a moment then answered.

“No Two we would never get a signal out of here. Lest mark the spot with a buoy and get back to Beacon. Let’s see what three and four found.”

"As you can see the Planet is contained in a pocket inside the Asteroid belt. Further mapping has reviled the safest entry point to the planet and with a small amount of demolitions the planet will be accessible by starship." Monti stood at the front of the room looking out over the entire command staff of the expedition. They sat silently listening to his report on the planet found by the Y-wing probes.

"The atmosphere is well within human bio standards and the gravity is point nine two of coruscant standard. The world is well within the mission requirements as far as environment is concerned." He looked around the room then sat. Reshmar motioned to the man sitting to the right of Monti. He stood and began his portion of the briefing.

"The security and defense of this world is by far the best we have encountered thus far. We have unlimited points of defense." The man turned and began pointing at a halo image. We will remove the planetoids in this area to create a type of canal into the planets pocket inside the belt. Once we have finished this we can move in large ships and begin construction of defense platforms in various asteroids running the axis of the entry canal. We estimate seven weeks until we can get the Hawkeye through the field and onto the planet." The man turns back to the sitting members of the command group. Reshmar looks over the halo image then to a data pad on the table in front of him.

"Colonel Myyres, You and your men are to go ahead of the ship and begin preparations. We need this done yesterday not seven weeks from now. We will shuttle down what we can and will be content to wait seven weeks for the large equipment." Reshmar looked over his pad once again.

"Mister Hughe, what of the second planet?" Monti looked through his data then stood once again.

"The second planet also has atmosphere. It will take a lot more work to establish any type of out post their. The surface is almost entirely water excluding large rocky outcrops. We would have to build a landing pad just to get shuttles down there." Monti looked at his data once again.

"Also the energy field that surrounds the planet causes a major problem with communications. anything on the planet would not be able to communicate off the planet." Reshmar took in what Professor Hughe was telling him. They had one planet which seemed to fit all the criteria of the mission profile. The second planet mattered little but the thought of bringing two planets which fit into the profile back to Faulkner interested him.

"For now we will place sensor satellites around the second planet. Lets monitor it as well we can. As for the first of the planetoids. We will begin work tomorrow on clearing the belt. Colonel you and your men are to proceed to the planet by zero nine hundred tomorrow. Scout out the landing zone and get some readings and data on plant life and any animal life down their." Reshmar entered some text into his data pad. He stood and walked to the halo display.

"This my friends will be the new headquarters of the Alliance Special forces. From here we will strike out at the evil subjugating the galaxy. each of you men here will play a role in the future of the Alliance. We have fallen, from the ashes of the great new republic shall the alliance rise once again. From this dead place in the galaxy. This world hidden in the depths of darkness: a word protected by asteroids and the unknown. A world which will be known as Hughe."

[font=Arial]Monti sat in a state of shock. To have the planet named after him was a reward he had never imagined. He had done so very little in his mind to aid in the planets discovery. Not near enough to warrant the naming of the planet after him. The members of the Command Staff stood and gave Reshmar an ovation, then turned to him with the same applause. Reshmar walked over to stand next to him .<o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>“Mister Hughe, this would not have been possible without your expert analysis and knowledge. We thank you for your service.” Reshmar turned and walked to his seat once again. He motioned for everyone to sit then sat himself.<o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>“Now I have been instructed by my superiors to ask you once again for assistance.” Reshmar took out a data card and inserted it into his data pad.<o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>“The planet here will be the first step in creating a new home for our forces. We will need assistance here with moving asteroids and working with the complicated gravity of this system. I would like you to be lead engineer on this and any project here in this system. You will of course be allowed to pick your own staff and be in control of the project here.” Reshmar turned his attention to the end of the desk and Colonel Myyres<o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>“Colonel Myyres will be operational commander and you will answer only to him. He will handle all military operations here while you manage the construction and civilian staff. Once we get this base up and running we can move on to other projects” Reshmar pressed a button and a halo image appeared on the desk.<o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>“The second planet of this system, It will be named Tellar. We want to be able to use it if possible.” The image rotated and zoomed. The terrain was harsh; what landmass did existed were Rocky island masses jutting from a massive world wide ocean.<o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>“This world will take work I am aware. The gravity and energy field surrounding it will be trouble. I leave the science of this undertaking to you Mister Hughe. I am sure you and your new staff will work tenuously on this project after the Hughe project has been completed.” Monti looked at the image and began thinking of the work to come. It would be a long mission. One which he looked forward to. The science of this system was astonishing. The sun alone was enough to keep a staff of scientists busy for decades just monitoring the fluctuations in its energy corona which constantly caused solar emissions and interference through out the system. The second planet was another wonder of stellar design. A water planet locked deep inside an asteroid belt, something Monti would never have thought possible. Then the work of moving and stabilizing the asteroids. The work seemed insurmountable but he looked forward to the task. Reshmar stood then turned the halo image off.<o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a long month ahead of us. I think we all could use some rest. We will take the next three days off to rest and prepare. I will contact my superiors and inform them of the status of the project. We will meet here again in sixty two hours. I want a full plan and work up on the project ready to present to the [/font]<st1:city><st1>[font=Arial]Alliance[/font]</st1>. </st1:city>[font=Arial]You all are dismissed.” The members of the command staff began moving out of the meeting hall. Monti still sat. He still could not believe the events which had just occurred. He had a planet named after him, a whole planet. And to be appointed project leader for such an important project. <o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>“Mister Hughe” The soft voice came from behind him. Monti turned to see Rita Neum standing there. He smiled but still felt like he was in shock.<o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>“Congratulations on your appointment. We meet at the Meeting” Monti finally stood and turned towards Rita.<o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>“Yes I remember you. Automation and AI wasn't it?” Monti knew It was But was being polite. He had taken a liking to the woman when they first met. He had wondered what became of her since he had been aboard the Beacon. Rita Smiled and handed Monti a data pad.<o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>“Here is the contract between the [/font]<st1:city><st1>[font=Arial]Alliance[/font]</st1></st1:city>[font=Arial] and Rob Stellar. He has commissioned me to assist the [/font]<st1:city><st1>[font=Arial]Alliance with the Ai and Automation systems used by this ship and the equipment carried here in, [/font]</st1></st1:city>[font=Arial]and offers any assistance necessary with the use, programing, or repair of the previous stated equipment.. Of course this is off the records. Stellar Enterprises can not support the Rebel alliance openly. Our doors are open to any organization which pays. We simply see a good investment in assisting the alliance for now. That Said how can we be of assistance to you on this project?”<o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>Reshmar watched the two scientists talk as he left the room and walked to his quarters; his work here was done. It was all in the hands of the Spec ops and the Scientists now. He opened the door to his chambers then walked to his desk. It had been a long two years. He was ready for a break. IF only he could return to Calamari and swim in his ancestral waters again. But he knew that was out of the question. The home he once knew was no more. Anger began to flare inside him. He longed for the day Calamari was liberated. He would see it free if it was the last mission he ever commanded. For now he knew other more pressing chores awaited him. The mundane chore of rebuilding the [/font]<st1:city><st1>[font=Arial]Alliance[/font]</st1></st1:city>[font=Arial], he had never wished for battle before. He was always content training and designing for the rebellion. Now since the fall of Calamari he only thought of battle. The battle he knew would one day come. He longed to meet the enemy and incur some justice for his people. Payback for what has been done to his world. Reshmar sat and began his report.<o> </o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>“Open file, omega delta omega, Encrypt message, Protocol two zero gamma delta.<o></o>
Message sent fifteen hundred Standard Yavin Time. Admiral Reshmar, temporary commander, operation Haven. Recipient code Delta four, Desk of Marin Falukner.” Reshmar entered the encryption passkey into the transceiver as he began his transmission.<o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o></o>“Sir I have transmitted all viable information and specifications of operation Haven to you via burst transmission. The encrypted data contains all current specifics of the operation and the future plans for this system. I have set the operation status to stand down for sixty two hours for rest and preparation for Operation Home world. I will over see the transition of command to Colonel Myyres and return to Yavin system upon completion of Operation Home world. I estimate full completion within six weeks. The Second Planetoid which I have named Tellar will then be the emphasis of the science and engineering contingent here on site. No estimation as to the preparation of Tellar for operation status. All data concerning Tellar has been sent with the previous Burst transmission. I look forward to meeting with you upon my return to headquarters.<o></o>
Admiral Reshmar<o></o>
Encrypt Delta two Gamma. Send Transmission.”<o></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]<o>R</o>eshmar Sat back in his Chair and relaxed for the first time since he could remember. The mission was now in the books and his job was now in the hands of Colonel Myyres. At least they would be in sixty two hours.<o></o>[/font]