OOC NOTE: due to an error on my part, this does not start till monday. This is Sundy. I miscalculated ship-build times and thought the ships were done now. That is not so. so it officially doesn't start till then.



Regrad checked his computer again. This couldn’t be right. According to this, which he was sure must be a mistake, his orders have been changed. His previous command to go and explore some nearby forest planets has been cancelled and replaced by orders to take over Hurok, the arctic planet, where reports indicate that the world is held by The Enemy. His fleet was new and inexperienced, and reports indicate enemy fighters, but Regrad had to do his duty.

He left his cozy house on the capital, Capital, and took a transport to the station, where he got a shuttle to the Military Command base. The other High Poobahs were waiting for him, and he sat down as the meeting commenced.

Commander of army intelligence stood up, and pressed a nearby button on his right, starting a holo in the middle of the table. A desolate, Ice-encrusted planet appeared before them, all snow and sharp mountains and such. His pointer stick extended to the holo, pointing at a small fleet sitting outside the planet.

“Intelligence reports reveal that the planets’ ship defences are small, a single victory class star destroyer and two modified corellian corvettes, and recently a team of ten tie defenders known as Drake Squad joined them. Evidence shows signs that they may be human, meaning we run the risk of revealing ourselves should any escape. During the battle make sure they are annihilated. A saboture on the planet placed a bug in their computers so you can track them should they escape the battle.

“The victory class Fear & Darkness is clearly of importance to their armada in general, as it has symbols suggesting that it is the flag ship. It is ill-advise that you try to take it head on with anything in the fleet, it could annihilate the whole task-force if you let it, so kill it fast and stealthily. Once destroyed, you will have to make a landing, there is only one clear landing spot, in the arctic city of Dranodod, where we have found out are hidden substantial enemy reserves and several heavy installations.”

“From there, we will begin an unloading procedure and start shipping our men en mass to the planets’ surface. When we have a firm hold, we march to the capital, where we bomb the enemy out with planetary assaults from the corellian gunships and the MC 40a. This will cause them to either get beaten to a pulp, fight us, surrender, vacate the planet, or eat a large, fresh, and altogether tasty bowl of stew.”

The plan was ready, so Regrad got onto his shuttle, and flew it up to the awaiting fleet. Boarding The Day Break, an MC 40a, he looked over his fleet manifest.

-MC 40a Day Break
-Corellian Gunship
-Corellian Gunship
-NB-2 Yunos
-NB-2 Rocka Fella

-40 B-wings

This was the mighty fleet of Azguard, Regrad reflected, a handful of warships, some fighter craft, an inexperienced crew, and a huge, vast army of bureaucrats following behind with mad ideas. He surprised himself with this treacherous thought, and banished it to the dark rear of his mind, where he could feel the presence growing, that he had felt that day.
“Sir, awaiting orders” said a stout officer, chest thrust out so far, you might think his nipples were tied to a pair of charging elephants. Everyone was all up and exited at the prospect of fighting great big space fights, like on the holo net. People had already started letters home, something like “Dear mum and Dad, today I blew up three enemy battalions, etc” which would be cured the instant half of them were shot to death.
The fleet calculated the jump with tactical precision, and leapt from Azguardian space into hyperspace. Scientists were befuddled by hyperspace, and plans were being made for some mad weapons to blow things up in hyperspace, like small moons and the like. Tch, some people.
Regrad took a sip from a mug of hot coco as the stars outside shook and spun.

Twenty minutes later

Now out of hyperspace, Regrad gazed upon their target, Hurok. The Enemy, the only name we know them by, Scrambled to their fighters, desperately taking to the air to combat this menacing fleet before them. Tactics, they still had that above the enemy fleet.

ENEMY FLEET MANIFEST FOR THE FLEET OF THE ENEMY AROUND HUROK:

1 Victory-class Star Destroyer, the Flagship, known as Fear and Darkness,
1 Corellian Modified Corvette, Harpoon
1 Corellian Modified Corvette, Dark Ice

Ten Tie defenders, the mercenaries of Drake squad, onboard Fear and Darkness
Twenty Tie fighters, Alpha group, on Fear and Darkness
Ten Tie interceptors
Ten Tie Interceptors

“B-wings, stay behind the Capital ships and stay out of sight, Yunos, Rocka Fella, Gunships, form a spearhead around Day-Break, charge them dead on and concentrate all fire on that victory star destroyer. I have a plan!” Said Regrad, as he rapt out clear and concise orders to his crew, prepared to fight. The naïve glint was replaced with a grim determination, Azguardians can be fierce when furious.
Fear and Darkness was powered up, as the crew rushed aboard. The Azguard fleet made it just in time as the enemy ships launched. Forty assorted Tie ships flew around the underbellies of their precious command ships, and the three enemy ships moved into position. The modified corellian corvettes seemed unsure, as the enemy firepower was extensive enough to destroy either of them very fast indeed. Regrad sent a message to each individual ship, asking for its’ surrender.
After a moment the response came, and it was apparent that they would fight to the last, or maybe they had reinforcements waiting… Oh well.
Fear and Darkness ploughed ahead, its’ huge guns launching huge bolts of crimson light into the shields of the Azguardians. The sight was eerie in the extreme, soundless bolts of light, arcing across the dark, deep void of space, crashing into the frontal shields without a sound, it was enough to make a guy snap, how do those deep space pilots take it?
The Azguard wedge kept moving stolidly towards enemy defences, guns firing fast. The shots being traded collided with their targets, but at long rage they barely scratched the shields. They were very close when the trap was sprung. From behind rushed the b-wings, the first twenty let off a salvo of Ion shots onto one of the corvettes, the other twenty fired off a spray of proton torpedoes against the same target, blowing the small ship to pieces.
The Ties scattered well behind Fear and Darkness, a swarm of B-wings would shred them to pieces. But it looked like they were given strict orders to attack, so the fifty odd ships rushed The Yunos, peppering the ship with shots.
Onboard the Yunos, lights flickered and warning lights blasted on, screaming the danger that came, with the shields failing and the ship trapped in a sphere of Ties.
But then The B-wings and Gunships broke formation, and sped over to assist their comrades, only to have the speedy ties race away and move over to Rocka Fella, who was getting beaten upon. The gunships and B-wings broke into two units, and protected both NB-2s from further assault, and the Ties retreated.
Fear and Darkness was getting impatient of this long-range barrage, and pushed forward fast, pulling up infront of the Day-Break. Barely .1 km apart, the two s hips released a broadside, of which the MC-40 was getting the worse of. But the rest of he fleet positioned itself around Fear and Darkness, trapping it in. The Corellian Corvette and Ties lanced towards the enemy, and the B-wings raced out to meet them, slaughtering Ties by the fistful.
The B-wing captain pulled up his HUD display and chose another Tie Target. The interceptor sun and weaved, but a torpedo from the B-wing brought him down easy. Three shots scorched the side of his ship, and he pulled up, only to have the leader of the mercenaries pull infront of him. He was making a jump to light-speed, but the captain could read his nav computer input from the bug. He pulled into hyperspace after him, and the chase was on.
Back in the battle, Fear and darkness was failing, and a channel to them to surrender had been ignored. Small explosions rocked the outer hull, and it finely burst, into a thousand flaming fragments. The last enemy resistance fell as the enemy fighters and cruiser died to pummelling from the capital ships.
And so, slowly, they began to land on the planet with their ships, to take a second planet in the name of the AGM.

(More later)

The enemy resisted their landing for hours, as men fired at the lending craft. Regrad needed the area cleared. He returned to the command table, and poked around afew pieces. What could he do? If the enemy kept their constant firing up, and exchanged positions occasionally they would keep them out almost indefinitely. The gunships. They could go in atmosphere. Hmm.
He had been against using them at first, thinking it to be too vicious, but then, that was the point of war, wasn’t it? Oh well.
“Send the gunships down”
The two gunships broke off from the fleet and rushed towards the surface. Blaster fire and turrets feebly fired at the two ships, whose weapons tore them to shreds, leaving nothing behind. Enemies fled before their onslaught, and the defences lay broken. Day-Break landed, along with the two Gunships, unloading their troops and Regrad. They then left to gather more men from Azguard, sort of a ferrying service for the troops.
Regrad set about building a base of operations. A nearby landing station was commandeered, as the civilians had fled before their landing. The towers around the large landing bay and building were filled with mobile guns brought from home. Soon the space port, landing bay, and towers around it became a military complex. Men took rounds around the surface near the station, and the Fighters made sweeps of the area. They were ready to begin a long campaign of war, to defeat the dark, to get a snack from the vending machine of the universe with the quarter-on-a-string of the military.

And so five days passed like this, before the battles began.



FIVE DAYS LATER
The captain of the B-wings, Derog, had had a hectic five days. His orders were to follow and destroy the Drake squad leader before he could communicate. After coming out of hyperspace, he had followed his quarry onto a transport, which was passing Coruscant when he got off on his Tie Defender. Derog had followed, and was detected. He was even now pursuing him, getting closer, it would end.

Regrad surveyed his troops before the charge. He decide that they had the advantage. The enemy had to fight a mob of thousands of troops, all versed in combat and ready to go, may Yunos smile on them.
He drew out the electro spear and las-pistol he had been recently issued, and gave one final order
“Charge!!!”
His men and he rushed towards the fortress walls of Angork, an enemy stronghold. The enemy on top fired into the advancing troops, who ignored the hits. The wall had been breached and the army crushed what little resistance remained on the walltops. Attacks like this were occurring planet-wide, where hoards of Azguard troops smashed the enemy walls and slaughtered enemies, raising their flag over every station. There was only the main enemy capital left, and to be honest, every fight had been a ‘sacrificial lamb’ towards them. The capital would be no easy target. He would need to plan this out well.

Carakh readied himself in his small, unarmed shuttle for the amazing task that he was about to do. He was to infiltrate the capital's defenses, take down the shields and turbolaser cannons, sabotgae the land vehicles, then assasinate the army commander. And all he had were his 10 commandos.
The shuttle lauched from the MC-40a and was pursued by several fighters and shot at by some of the weaker guns on the cappie for the appearance that the ship was defecting. He dodged all of the blasts and approached the planet.
"Capital, this is Carakh of the AGM Intelligence. I am defecting and I have brought a shuttle filed with blasters and such. I am requesting permission to land in Capital and unload my supplies, then join in the fight against AGM." As rediculous as it may sound, Carakh had an amazing ability to make people believe the things he said, and it was likely the The Enemey would have no suspicion whatsoever of the bluff because of their desperate need for military wepaons.
There was a short pause, and then an Enemy officer came on. "Landing rights granted, dock on pad A-32D."
"Affirmative." Carakh said, and cut the transmission. He flew the shuttle down to the designated area, glad that the first part of the mission was completed. But he was far from done yet.
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1 hour later...
After a long discussion with one of The Enemy officers, he had been given a position in The Enemy military, along with the trest of his team. The Enemy had been quick to dole out the weapons to their soldiers, but they had also given him and his team a blaster rifle each. The Enemy, however, didn't know that each member of Carakh's team also carried a Class A Thermal Detonator, a vibroblade, and 2 small hand blasters that were concealed from view. Carakh had in addition to this a small cutting laser, and a bag of remote mines.
Carakh and his team walked throughout the city, scouting to see the number of guards at each of the four turbolasers, the shield generators, and the army vehicle base. Carakh motioned for them to follow him into a small side alley. He lowered his voice and said "Gorek, your with me. The rest of you, split up into groups of three and go take out a turbolaser, then proceed to the vehicle base and sabotage that. Gorek and I will take out the shie;ld generaotr and the other turbolaser. When you're done meet me back here and we'll go from there. Understood?"
He heard a chorus of "yessir" as an answer.
"Excellent. Move out."
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A short while later...
Carakh and Gorek snuck around the shield generator. There were four guards outside, who seemed to be chatting amogst themselves and not paying much attention. Carakh drew out his blaster and motioned for Gorek to do the same. He took careful aim and fired two shots into one of the guards, while Gorek did the same. The other two watched their comrades fall and reached for thier blasters, but they fell dead before they were even close.
Carakh stepped inside and saw that their were two technicians discussing something while puring over a control panel. They took no notice of him. He shot them both in the back of the head.
He then pointed his blaster at the control panel and fired several times, turning it into a melted mess.
"Let's go." he said. "They will sonn be alerted and if we want to do this successfully, we must hurry." He ran out the door and towards the fourth turbolaser turret followed closely by Gorek.
When he got their he saw that there were two guards standing just outside. He moved to shoot them, but then he saw another dozen guards approach. The Enemy had been alerted.
When the other gurards got there, they all went into the turret, including the two original sentries. Seeing this as his best oppertunity, Carakh took his thermal detonator from his belt. He threw it inside the building, then grabbed Gorek and jumped around ther corner.
BOOM!!
Carakh waited several seconds, then wnet around the corner to assess the damage.
"Perfect." he said. The detonator had destroyed the entire turret and killed everyone in it. "Let's go see how the other attempts fared."
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A while later...
The rest of Carakh's team met back up, and reported success, having disabled the other three turrets inb the same fashion that he had done to the shield generator. They had also found that the army vehicle base was lightly defended and had no trouble sabotaging the craft. Now all that was left was the assasination.
"I recieved word from our spy network that the Commander and his gurard should be passing by here in a short while. Our job is to destroy the guards and kill the commander. Understood?"
"Yessir."
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A short while later...
Carakh could see inn the distance a small group of armoured warriors approaching. "Here they come." he said, and drew out his blaster. The rest of his soldiers did the same. When the Royal Guard was in range, Carakh and his team jumped up and cut down six of them in the first salvo, leaving four still standing. The return fire killed off two of his troops, but then he finished killing the rest. The commander, seeing all of his guard cold-bloodedly slaughtered, turned and fled.
Carakh looked at his men. "Follow him. I'm going to go ahead and cut him off." He then took off down a side alley.
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Several minutes later Carakh waited in the ever concealing shadows granted by a house. He could see the commander approaching in the distance.
Carakh jumped out and swung a mighty blow with his vibroblade, cleaving off the head of the commander. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Impossibly the arms of the dead carcass started to move. Carakh fired with his balster, but the bolt dissipated and was absorbed. The arms grabbed the head and stuck it on the neck. Where the two met there was a blinding flash off light, and when it faded there was no sign of the wound.
"Fools." the commander said. He raised his arms and let loose a dark blue flash of pure energy. It burned thorugh the chests of several of Carakh's personel.
"Oh @#%$." Carakh said, then turned and ran. The commander continued to blast energy, killing all but Carakh. Carakh ran and ran, hearing the commander laughing maniacally in the distance, but not pursuing. Carakh didnt stop running for a long time, and when he stopped he could no longer hear the laughing.
Or could he?
He heard a faint noise that was growing louder. He listened harder, and then recognized it as the sound of blasterfire and explosions.
The battle for Hurok had begun.

Regrad saw the shield flicker and die, and the explosion of the turret was the last signal. The commando team was on their own. He just prayed his information was wrong about the general, or else they were dead already.

"Captain, are we all ready?" he called to an officer.

"All clear sir"

His men, with no battlecries, no titanic charge, no burst of glory, slowly marched to the enemy base, the night shadowing their black suits.

A team of Kraz engineers set charges on the wall, and a tense moment past. Then Regrad issued the order to blow the charges.

KABOOM, BLAMO, OTHER NON-REALISTIC EXPLOSION NOISES!!! HURRAH!!!

His army charged, him riding his mountain lizard in the lead. a Forty-foot-by-Fory-foot hole was burst into the wall, through which his men rushed. Several of the elite troops burst into blood-rages, and nearby enemy personel were slaughtered.

But the Enemy was not to be trifled with. Carakh must have been caught, for enemy forces streamed from the base. Regrads' gun flashed into his hand, and four nearby enemy soldiers were shot with maniacle grace and accuracy. Azguardians were experiencing new things with the introduction of war into their Society, like blood rages. Many had become rageaholics, who couldn't live without Rageahol. This had resulted in a nasty psychio-therapy treatment bill for the military wing of the AGM, until recently where it was discovered that a simple military training course did the trick, saving millions in bumper-sticker fund dollars.

But his men were tough, and threw themselves onto stronger opponants and tore them to pieces. A special team of kraz mechanics/homocidal maniacs fought with large chuncks of sharp and intricate metal on a stick to the turbolaser towers, turning them on their former masters. Droves of enemies who strayed too close were killed like, like... something... that people ... you know... kill alot.

Regrad charged into the inner buildings, hoping like hell they wouldn't screw up now.



Derog decided they were too damn close to the planet, and someone would notice if he fired. Following his quarry down to the planets' surface, he landed in the same bay as the Tie defender. Afew customs agents walked up.

"Anything to declare?" he said, in the bored manner of one who has spent so long looking at strange creatures to care about something that stands on two legs and has a distinguishible mouth.

Derog could only speak alittle basic, but he could just about understand.

"Good Mornink, I ham Derog, I have coome to do buissyness, Boot I noothing to declar"

"O.K. then" said the bored customs officer.

Derog continued to follow Drake, the mercinary captain, as he went to a local government administration building.

"I come to report some interesting news" said Drake to the receptionist. "Some funny looking new race in wild spa-"

He got no further. Derog turned him around and lifted him with the strength one gains of being several feet higher then everyone else in the room.

Drake though fast, there was one thing that he knew worked for every species in the galaxy, a sacred knowledge which he used now.

thud

Derog doubled up, hands racing to a valuable organ to protect it from further beating. Drake escaped to the back offices, as a small crowd formed to see what was going on.

Derog had a new hatred for any man who would kick him in the low region, he was sure he would not be using his kidneys for awhile.




In space, around Hurok, the fleet of Azguard percepted a new danger. Three victory-class star-destroyers appeared, on the side of the enemy. The Azguardians were not fools, and fled to the other side of the planet. The victorys pursued relentlessly, and it seemed battle would begin, until Day-Break and the fleet turned to face them. A spurt of gun-fire was exchanged from obthe sides, but the speedyer B-wings pulled up from behind the victorys, and launched all their missles at one. Forty proton torpedoes are not to be trifled with, and the explosions tore the ship into pieces from behind.

The Capital ships traded blows, until the shields of both sides were nearly depleted. Both sides were inexperienced, and were unwilling to suffer losses, so they broke and stayed away until another encounter.





The attack on the ground was going according to plan. The walls were taken and the enemy was in retreat. The final enemy structure, a great citadel was in the middle. It was filled to the bursting point with men, and guns between the two fired steadily. It was not easy, but a perimiter was set up around the base, guns firing sporadically from men in cover. Regrad had a new plan for the final breach, if he could just execute it just in time.

Derog was moving back in the government building, smiling at those he passed and being polite. To get out of the buisness at the reception, he had had to say it was a friend who owed him money. This had showed up on the holonet as the most common excuse in the galaxy, so he decided to stick to it.

Finally he saw Drake, with a map of wild space. Drake was going to get a hefty reward for discovering a new world, and the MP he was talking to would probably garner abit more support as some sort of explorer.

Derog acted fast. He drew a blaster-pistol and shot drake dead. Shot him again, and again, and again. The MP looked shocked, and Derog stepped in, fired on the map,fired on the sheets, fired on the window, leapt out, and ran.

About five minutes later he was being chased. He hopped into his B-wing and rushed through an opening in the shield as an opening apeared for a transport, and hyper-spaced away. This was not good. Reaching the field of battle, at about the time the star-destroyers arrived and was there for the B-wing fighting tactic.





In space the battle had raged for quite some time. They would attack each other, lose some shield, and flee. But this time there would be no fleeing, each group was needed on the planet.

The two Victory classes remaining rushed in, shot viciously at Day-break, when one was disabled. Every ship with an Ion cannon, including B-wings, had fired all at once at one target. They all hit at roughly the same time, disabling their target. The last one fled, trapped and confused by the Azguard ships. It rushed away speedily, trying to avoid being caught. The Azguardians would not let it go, and chased it, launching missles. It made a desperate bid for safety by rushing to the planet surface, but over-wheling war-head, Ion and laser-fire brought it burning to the surface of Hurok, crashing and melting nearby snow.

(A small tribe of barbaric and shamenistic hairy humanoids approached the downed ship. Afew enemy troops came out.

"This'll be easy" said one, who made a big show of superiority to the savages, shooting around alittle. The savages didn't care and proceeded to beat them to death and lived happily ever after eating bacta packs they found in the medical cabinet)



The victory they had captured was ruined due to too much Ion, and even so the Azguards believed in Machine spirits in starships and would not have used it anyways, but the crew made good prisoners. Now they needed to get to the Planet to support their infantry, before they are overwhelemed without fighter support. Derog returned and led his B-wings to the surface, to oust the enemys' last citidel.





Regrad shot a head off of an enemy sniper. They needed the fighter support for the plan to work, where were they? if the Enemy charged, it was the end.


But Derogs' trusted B-wings came down, Ionising the building as the plan said to. In that moment of electrical pain, his men ran in firing. The last enemy resistance fought desperatly, but they were out-numbered. Every floor slowly fell to the Azguardians, as they pushed forth mercillesly. No longer did the enemy resist, and they surrendered peacefully. The building was taken, nearly.

A room at the very top of the building sat un-taken, a blemish of resistance. Carakh had reported in, and it was indeed the Enemy commander up there, the one with godly powers. The presence in the back of his mind had been nibbling at the root of his mind throughout the battle, and now it seemed to have stood up, tapped lightly but firmly on the door of conciousness and said "Excuse me, but if you would just listen here for a second..."

Regrad stood awkwardly outside the door, a goup of priest, medics, technicians, troops, the whole lot, all waiting behind him. Slwoly he opened the door. Siting on a chair was a limp human body, cold and log-dead. but a familiar presence filled the room, like the one on Krakken IV before one of his men was taken. He ordered everyone to stand back, the nagging presence seemed poised to jump on his brain if it didn't listen, but he stepped in the room, but he did so.

a black sphere of light rushed him, and he did the only two things he could, shoot it and listen to the presence.

Time slowed down, like it was made out of treacle, slow but straight. The presence was speaking inside his brain, in a way he did not understand. The presence sighed in the way of one who just wasted alotof time and fourish on a man who didn't get the joke, took control, and hit the play button on the big shinny metaphorical remote of life. Then time returned slowly, and the sphere returned to normal rammiing speed. It struck Regrad head on and-

Well, it bounced off. Not much else, really. Oh yes, it did hit a wall if that helped, and flew out a window into space, but that was really it I guess.

Regrad was more then pleased by this, the presence was trustable, a well of strength that he should listen to more often. About time, he thought. Or maybe it was the presence. who cares in the end?



EPILOGUE





After the battle of Hurok, The cities were re-built, and Azguardian citizens, and afew adventurous Kraz moved in to live there. People were pleased at the ease of this takeover, unlike the lengthly and costly battles of the Krakken war. Derog was awarded the medal of bravery, as was Carakh, and his commandos were awarded it post-humerously. There was a long and lengthly debate about the word "Post humourous", as there is very little humour involved for the dead guy. It was agreed as acceptable after awhile, and everything was fine. Also, Regrads' steed was given the medal of honour for not shitting indoors for a whole week, and he then proceeded to eat it. The battle was catagorized as follows:

Troops sent: 2350
Killed in action: 243
lightly Wounded: 712
healthy: 1295, soon the 712 will join them for a total of

2017

After the battle, a letter was sent to the head of the Enemy, who refused a peace accord and laughed heartily. The Army was then shipped home, after a long campaign.

After colonilization, many interesting new discoveries were made, mainly by technology left behind by the Enemy. The world had gone peacefully, and plans were being drawen up for a new Shipyard, Derog also went on to write an award-winning novle about the war, and a prisoner called Forby was called to GQ for extensive testing ("Wahoo!"). The third world to be added to the AGM was well outfitted for their species, but although the governement was mostly pleased, there was afew things left.

Number one, what happened to the godly being, and how many are there? research is being done on Enemy records to see if they have a weakness, to discover their power limits, etc. The gods are being e-mailed for an answer, and it is believed they will e-mail back sometime this week.

Number two, what is the Presence? Regrad is under several small tests to see what it is, but generally noone cares as it is clearly a benificial spirit so why bug it? I mean, if you had a nice friendly spirit hanging around, would you pester it just because it confuses you? I know I woudn't.

Number three, how will mail get to Kraz and Azguard? This is pretty tough, so some thought is being put into a giant sattalite, possibly with a planet-destroing laser on it. it was scrapped as being too moronic for any idiot to try to build, after an entertaining movie revealed a thermal exhaust port that could destroy the whole thing in a second.

Number four, what is the Enemy? research continues, and some progress is being made, but an official write up has yet to be made.

Number five, how will the New Rpublic react to us entering their space and shooting someone? and more importantly, did anyone rack us/know where we are?

With such plaging questions as these, the Azguard governemt is on the lookout fo any suscpicious buisness, also a sorry note will be sent to the New Republic head of state, saying sorry for sneaking in and shooting a mercinary to death in a govenment building. Voila! Tea and medals all around

The end