Darkvizardking: Hey, coming at ya with a new fic, with the aid of a friend. This fic was put up on the site before, but the original writer took it down. My 'partner' in this brought it to my attention, I liked it, and decided to work with him on this, hope you like it.
Jedi master Plo Koon frowned, the last information he'd received from the clone intelligence units was confusing to say the least. If he hadn't asked them twice he would still wonder if they hadn't simply written the wrong coordinates...but apparently they hadn't, he had even received a glare from the trooper he'd asked.
But who could blame him for asking when the information didn't make any sense?
Why would the separatists send ships into the unknown regions? Did they know something the republic didn't? Were they attempting some grand strategic flanking manoeuvre? They surely had the numbers for a grand attack by now, a whole droid control ship with six Munificent class frigates at first, then a further ten frigates...those were some numbers.
Then the information got sketchy however. Apparently the ships had simply disappeared. Of course clone intelligence couldn't know everything...and the sensors of their scouting fleets weren't perfect. Still, it was odd for such a large fleet to simply disappear. Perhaps they had found some sort of nebula or energy field that somehow hid them from republic eyes? If so they could move around at will, hitting the republic where none expected it.
It was worrying.
"You are too tense for your own good, you know that right?" Plo Koon looked up from datapad. In the stillness of the jedi temple it almost felt as heresy to look through information about the war, but that was how it was nowadays, always another battle to plan. Not that Kit Fisto seemed all to bothered by it, the Nautolan grinning at Plo with far too much amusement for Plo's liking. "What got you riled up this time?"
"I am not riled up...merely concerned about this new information." Plo Koon corrected, holding up the datapad. "See for yourself." He gently tossed the item over, the Nautolan of course catching it with one hand and a smile wide enough to split his face in two. If Plo Koon didn't know better he would think his fellow master arrogant.
Quickly reading through the sparse information the Nautolan tilted his head to the side. "So the separatists want to get lost in the unknown regions? That is an odd move, even for them."
"I believe they could pose quite a danger to our rear lines if we do not pin them down." Plo Koon muttered. "And with them hiding so well...the danger is unacceptable."
"Agreed." Kit nodded, looking pensive. "But with them hiding so well...how will we find them?"
"Sensors are nothing compared to the power of the force." Plo Koon suggested, feeling the force tugging at him, as it always did when he felt the future form before them.
Kit Fisto nodded again, the smile of his returning. "I will go and speak to the council, perhaps we could have a field trip?"
Plo Koon hesitated, confused by the Nautolan's 'humour'. "I...suppose?"