The Gangsta stared in the distance, and spotted another guy with nice Nikes....

Blast dat Nigga!!

Exar pulled out a glock, and fryed the guy, and jacked his shoes

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Anubis agrees with his old-time friend as he was asked to come down near his mate's quarters. Anubis walks to the nearest turbolift and inputs the destination where he wants to go. To his mind, he doesn't know why Exar Fel called him down there where he was having fun with his fellow Reaper pilots.

Several minutes later........

Anubis walks out of the turbolift and heads his way to where Exar's quarters were and when he went around the corner he notice some high official officers that it seem weird to him and seeing Exar next to them in the lightly lit hallway.

Anubis saw something in Exar's eyes as Exar was watching him closely, Anubis salutes his friend who is a superior officer to him and to the other people in the hallway.

Anubis looked so loyal that he doesn't know he made a mistake in the mess hall and so he talked to Exar, "Greetings, sir. What seems to bring me down here." the disguised Chiss asked.

The disguised Chiss looked afraid that he might be confined to brig or something which he has a history of being trouble and doesn't follow Chiss philosophy often that he should.

Exar Fel felt some anger in his breathe when he saw his fellow friend and member of his squadron. Anubis could see his friend's face feeling betrayed. Exar stared at Anubis deeply with his eyes not moving.

"Anubis, my old friend. Care to explain the mess you put me through."

"I want you to apologize to me and to General Fren and I expect this won't happen again. Do you understand me, Anubis?"

Though, Exar accepted his friend's apology but he has to accept what General Fren might do to him and his squadron. He doesn't mind discipline from Mr. Fren to reorder the Reaper Squadrons.

Exar turns to General Fren, "General Fren, Is there any solution to discipline my squadron and I will accept what you want to do."

Gordon smiled as Fel asked him for advice on how to deal with the problem. Asked him as if it had been his pilots’ faults rather than Gordon’s pilots’ fault.

“As far as I can tell your pilot and squadron have done no wrong in this matter, it was simply a misunderstanding combined with one of my pilot’s tempers,” replied Gordon, and then with a chuckle added, “You might want to suggest to your pilots that they improve their arms.”

With that Jan promised to see General Fel again soon and then returned to his cabin. Once there he called up the official from High Command.

“Sir, after discussing the results of the Reaper Squadron experiment with their commander, Colonel Fel, I have come to the conclusion that it might be best to revise my comments on the result of the experiment. While their record still shows an admirable skill level, according to their commander they did have some problems with some of the tactics he was suggesting and didn’t quite follow orders without encouragement, because of their abstractness. I believe that this at least requires a footnote on the file and it should be noted that any commander doing future ventures along this path should be prepared for resistance within their own squadrons.”

“I understand General Fel. I’ll add these comments to the report. Thank you for being so honest. As well, try to keep us updated with any new situations. Furthermore, make sure your pilots, including the other squadrons onboard Swift Liberty, get their shore leave soon as I expect that you will be sent out on a mission.”

“I understand sir.” Gordon was surprised by this comment about a mission coming up soon, generally High Command didn’t mention these things in advance, in fact sometimes he wondered if High Command even made up assignments more than a day before they assigned them. Regardless he would find out about the mission soon enough....