The small workshop, a dome of mud and sand, constructed by the hands of criminals, remained in its newly acquired silent state since its most previous owners departure from its dark innards, carrying his best project with him towards his spacecraft, a V-Wing, purchased from a trustful Gran, the regular sort of creature who would smile if you shot him through his head.

His reason for leaving? Safety. Lok, the home of the hut, the inventor and the Gran among many Criminals, was never a safe place to live. Fearing for his safety, the young human, a timid sort known as Spark, had left Lok altogether with his newest creation, a droid, with the frame of a human but the appearance of the great Darth Vader. though it lacked weaponry and other equipment, the droid was a merciless looking executor, built with the insticts of a warrior. strapped to a stretcher, he was now being locked into a compartment inside the V-Wing by his master.

"All good so far" Spark thought to himself before jumping into the cockpit, taking off with ease. leaving at 10am, when all the criminals were too drug-seduced to move from their holes, was the master plan of a safe atmospheric journey off Lok's Hellhole

A Crimson light in the background, a morning shuffle halting to an afternoon frenzy. that was the Lok morning-afternoon changeover where the criminal ruled once more. Understand that Lok has no residential government, merely being a world where the underlords can conduct their evils from a safe distance and have a stranglehold on the minds of the local population. Lok has, in fact, never been owned by a faction, but, perhaps in a twist of luck, this could change radically...

Spark manouevered his V-Wing out of Lok's dusty atmosphere, placing himself into the route towards the planet Dosuun, home planet of the Germanican Grays, where he hoped he could keep his plans safe in peace. stored in his left pocket were the blueprints for many battle droid designs, including;

The Warrior Droid- Built with the standard droid frame, the warrior droid is also equipped with two blaster pistols, one built into each arm, and a basic knowledge of battlefield tactics.

The Support Droid- Built with the standard droid frame, the support droid boasts a thermal detonator launcher, complete with a cooler (-400c, to prevent horrific explosions), in each arm.

The Transport Droid- Built with the standard droid frame, the transport droid is unarmed but programmed to be able to control any vehicle and its defence systems known to all species. it also has the ability for basic repairs of vehicles

The Repair Droid- Built with the standard droid frame, the repair droid has a fusion cutter on its one arm, its other a buzzsaw. it has the ability to repair any other droid and can re-program the droid back to its standard settings.

With all the ideas of the blueprints running through his head Spark did not notice that ahead of him there lied pirates, waiting for the ship to ambush him.

Dosuun Intel Control
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"Mr. Thane, remember that individual, I believe he called himself Spark?" A young woman at the middle desk in the large Space Station orbiting Dosuun had spoken.

"The man from LokTech, I think he was scheduled to arrive in Germanica orbit to speak with Max. Why, is he here?" Gavin Thane, one of Max's best friends, a great leader that use to be head of the SpecOps, now the head of Dosuun Space Activities.

"No sir. He is requesting help from a small V-Wing, it seems to be modified with a hyperspace engine. He is in squadrant If-V31, in orbit around the planet Lok." she replied casually.

"Lok? The criminal world? I could never imagine Max wanting to be affiliated with... them!" Gavin knew Max was smart in stuff like this, but there had to be somehting he(Gavin) didn't know because Max would never get involved with them!

"Well, sir, unless he is given support now, his small V-Wing will never survive." the woman replied a note of reluctancy in her voice.

"I know." Gavin confessed, he didn't like anything that involved Lok, but if Max liked them, then he could give them a chance. "I will lead a squadron of Cloakshapes and a Recuscant Destroyer, we shall dispatch them in the If-V31 sector."

"Shall I update 'Spark' on your guys actions?" She inquired looking from the computer for the first time and into Gavin's dark eyes.

"Please." Gavin stated solemnly." And tell Max to come to Dosuun as soon as possible too."

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Germanican Ambassadorial Offices
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Max was walking to the medium sized building, it was made of glass except for the four girders running up the edges of the building that were made of hard durasteel. Max still hadn't seen the purpose of making the Ambassadorial offices so nice, but he was the one who issued Mark to be the head of the Ambassadorial office.

"Why hello sir!" it was Mark, a short man, he had red hair, red nose, a face with millions of frckles and was a little chubby in the middle.

"Hello Mark." Max replied as he shook Mark's hand before continuing on with his inquiry. "I heard that LokTech Industries has contacted us?"

"Well... not exactly sir. It was Dosuun's Intel Center that did, they requested that you went there urgently for there were dire things to be spoken of." Mark replied in a squeaky voice and then he did it... he hiccupped, something that Max found hysterical.

"I will get there as soon as possible!" Max said restraining his laughs he needed to leave before he laughed in front of Mark. "Goodbye mark!"

"Goodbye sir!" Mark said startled at Max's quick getaway.

"This must be even more important that I believed at first!" Mark squeaked to himself as he made his way back into the Ambassadorial offices.

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Sector If-3V1, Orbit around Lok
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"Preparing to leave hyperspace now sir." the man on the Recuscant's bridge spoke into the comm link that was strapped onto every Cloakshape that was escorting the capital ship. The squadron consisted of 6 Cloakshapes, each one part of Gavins frst squadron, each were elite and some of the best fighter pilots that had seen the likes of day.

"Cloakshapes squadron, sound off, this is Alpha-1." Gavin spoke into his com unit.

"Alpha-1, this is Alpha-2 all systems check exiting hyperspace now." Matthew spoke into the comm unit.

"Alpha-1, this is Alpha-3, all systems are ready to go, and I am exiting hyperspace now." Herry said into the comm unit that was full of static for some reason.

"Alpha-1, this is Alpha-4, I am the same as the others, and I am ready to exit hyperspace." Pavs said into the comm unit.

"Alpha-1, this is Alpha-5, all systems go." Randy spoke into his comm unit too.

"Alpha-1, this is Alpha-6, I am go, I repeat I am go." Alpha-6, Gavin's old childhood buddy replied into the comm unit, his name was Trey.

"Ths is Alpha-1, use codes at all times. Alpha 2 and 3, remember you are my wingmen. Alpha 5 and 6, you are Alpha-4's wingmen. Everyone of you obey mine and Alpha-4's orders, anyone who disobeys an order shall be decommisioned. Anone who runs shall have a few warning shots and then we will be forced to attack on you." Gavin said into his comm unit making sure his voice was full of confidence.

"Recuscant, this is Alpha-1, all of Alpha squadron is go, we are exiting hyperspace now." Gavin said in his comm link that led to the Recuscant's command bridge.

"May the force be with you Gavin." was the reply from the command bridge.