The Coalition, officialy, was beginning operation "Giving them stuff so they don't hurt us."

The officer in charge of the operation reviewed the list.

To Farfalen

12 MC-90s
432 Tie Defenders.

Everything had been gathered together, cleaned up, emptied of information, lightly graffitied by teenage punks, and left empty and resting in space next to a none-descript moon, where the Coalition has informed Farfalen to come and pick it up. The only ship left behind to watch it was a single, slow, unimportant freighter will an automated crew, except for the recently 'promoted' Officer Bob Nobody, who was to watch and make sure no one stole anything.

"Any minute now" he said, patiently.

The Farfalen fleet literally appeared from nowhere, as hyperspace had that affect. Along with a dozen Shoto cruisers, came an Epic class transport, carrying enough men for all the craft waiting for them. The transfer was quick, shuttles and small craft ferrying men to and fro, filling up the huge warships and small fighters.

"Coalition, we thank you for your time and decision in these matters, we hope your friends at the Sovereignty can come to similiar conclusions. Respect the treaty and good day." Kyric Zen told the remaining ship. With that, the Farfalen fleet jumped to head to a undisclosed location where the ships shall be overhauled to make sure no tampering of any kind was enacted.

The Coalition ships, mostly just troop transports to carry the personel off the surrendered ships, then vanished into hyperspace, back to Coalition space.