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AN: After a VERY long absence, I've FINALLY updated. Sorry guys, I'll try not to neglect this story for so long next time.
Six months later
"We must do something about these CIS pilots!" Senator Enri of Gantari shouted as he thumped the side of his pod with his fist, his compound Rodian eyes filled with impotent rage. "The Jedi and the Grand Army Of The Republic are doing a fine job, but without weapons, they cannot fight the Separatist forces."
"My colleague from Gantari is correct of course, but may I suggest that instead of stating the obvious, that he proposes a solution perhaps" Senator Erannesse of Treala taunted calmly. A green skinned Twi'lek, with sunken eyes and the makings of a full beard (A true rarity on Twi'lecks), Senator Erannesse was widely regarded by the Twi'leck people for his sharp wit and unconventional solutions. Seeing his opponent's uncertainty, he pressed on.
"What I propose is that we send the Jedi with the next shipment. Our Separatist pilots may be good, but I doubt that even they can match a Jedi!"
"Aye!"
"Aye!"
"Aye!"
The whole room sounded as senator after senator gave an "Aye!" gave their consent. Senator Palpatine sat back and gave a small nod.
"Very well then." He said. "We will send the Jedi to deal with these CIS pilots that dare strike us in our own space. Let them know that this Republic will not cower in fear! Let them know that the Republic is STRONG!"
Palpatine bowed as he received a thunderous round of applause across the senate and smiled to himself. He knew that these enemy aces were no match for Jedi, but there was a good chance that they would be able to kill at least one or two of them.
Jedi council chamber.
Yoda looked around at the council and felt a tinge of sadness. Out of a council, only three others were present in person.
Master Adi Gallia had just returned from a mission from the Karthakk sector. Master Ranscisses rarely left the temple and Master Shaak Ti had finished a mission on Coruscant itself.
"Select we must, four Jedi to accompany the next transport run. Every attempt to send supplies to Kamino, disrupted they have been." Yoda said.
"I agree. Without supplies, our clones will not be able to join the frontlines. We must restore our supply lines." Adi Gallia added.
"I think the only real question is, who do we send?" the holographic figure of Master Obi-Wan said from his place on the council. "I would normally suggest Anakin for this mission, but he's tied up on Thantro right now and can't be spared."
"Master Gallia should lead our select group I think. She is both a highly accomplished pilot and a highly capable squadron leader." Master Ranscisses suggested.
"I agree." Master Kenobi added. "With Anakin unavailable, she is our best candidate."
And so it was decided. Master Gallia and a three other Jedi pilots of her choosing were to accompany the next supply run.
Kasha looked at the latest intelligence briefing with some concern. She thought back to the last time she saw her older sister and mentally wondered if she'd be facing her. Kasha shook herself as a rush of anger towards the Jedi and the Republic who condoned the stealing of force sensitive children. The pain of loosing her firstborn, Shaak Ti had effectively killed their mother and without a father, Kasha had ended up in an orphanage.
"If she's there, I'll make sure she knows that before she dies." Kasha snarled to herself. Pressing the call button on her desk, she called in her wingman, Kim Fisam.
"Seems the Republic really doesn't like us." Kasha said laconically as she thrust the data pad towards her Twi'leck second in command.
"So it would seem." Kim agreed solemnly.
"Have everyone step up their dogfighting training immediately. These Jedi pilots will be damn hard to kill, but they can be beaten. I want to leave this fight with as few casualties as possible. Kim nodded. "I'll go and inform the squadron. You go and get the simulators ready." And Kim and Kasha stepped out of the office.