Well here's chapter 4. Thank you all who have reviewed, and or liked this story. Especially thank you to Mandalor the Freedom for the idea for this chapter.

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So without further ado, I give you chapter 4.

(GRS Black Light)

Kra'ake Ordo sat in the pilot's seat and sighed. The irony in this mission was something to behold. She had never cared for the CIS movement or any of its factions, but she hated the Republic just the same.

Nothing but a bunch of greedy, weak minded fools. She thought to herself.

Yet here she was working for the Republic, or at least one of its senators. The senator in question was looking for independence, and had somehow heard of a massive Republic black op. Her mission was to observe, report in, and await instructions. Normally she didn't like working for Senators (they didn't know how to keep their mouths shut if they were caught), but at two million credits, she wasn't going to object. However, now she was wondering if they had gotten into something deeper than she had bargained for.

"Ma'am we're coming up on the Republic fleet." Stated Rokar.

"Good, bring us out and get ready to engage the shroud" She ordered.

The ship, while technically a corvette, was a special insertion ship designed by Kuat. Some Separatist wingnut had gotten his hands on the plans for it, built it, and then lost it after getting killed by Kra'ake.

(GRS Eclipse)

Admiral Yularen sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Neither him nor the Covenant fleet had been able to decisively crush the other. However, if these Covenant got reinforcements, he knew an evac would be next to impossible. As it was, it was a miracle that Torrent Company had made the surface intact. He would have to remember to put at least one pilot up for promotion after that. On top of everything else the Covenant had forced the Republic fleet to back off from the ring. Boarding parties had been repelled from the Eclipse and the resolute, but at quite a cost and only because their reinforcements had suddenly ceased. Now they had settled for just cutting him off from the ring. However, one of the crewmen brought him back into the present.

"Sir, a small ship just entered the system, inside our fleet," called out one of the crewmen.

"What?! Who is it?" Demanded the Admiral.

"It came out of hyperspace, so probably from our galaxy," he answered.

"Can you track it?" He ask, only slightly more relaxed.

"Not by normal means. She just went dark."

"Get me a lock on the magnetic signature and get a hold of the Chrystosis. Inform them that we have another stealth ship in play," Admiral Yularen ordered.

"Yes sir," Came a quick reply.

Great, just what we need, another variable. Yularen thought to himself. Things were quiet at the moment, but he knew that wouldn't last.

(GRS Black Light)

"And we're dark," Rokar announced.

Kra'ake let out an inner sigh of relief. The ship had been plagued with some issues with the cloaking device. Despite numerous attempts to fix it, every now and then they had issues engaging the shroud. However, now they had something else to deal with.

"Who are they?" Asked Rokar in shock.

Directly in front of them sat a large (at least double the size of the Republic fleet they were in) fleet of ships. Just behind it was a massive ring that was equally, if not more, awe inspiring than before.

"Lendel, I hope you're recording this, because I don't think that our employer will believe us any other way," Kra'ake hollered to the person working the controls behind her.

"Yes ma'am. I have to admit, though, I don't believe it still," He replied.

"Kra'ake, multiple contacts coming in hot," interrupted Rokar.

"I see them. It looks like the Republic's moving to engage," Kra'ake responded.

As if on queue the area erupted in plasma and laser fire, as the fighters, or at least those not killed by Republic fighters, engaged the fleet. The view port instantly polarized to keep them from being blinded but, Kra'ake still found herself momentarily dazed by the light. However, she was suddenly refocused when a violent blast shook the ship.

"Blast it! Damage report," Kra'ake demanded.

"Nothing much. The hull might be a bit black, but we got lucky. That was only a glancing shot," came a report, "However, we need to get out of the Republic kill zone."

"I know. I'm working on it," She snapped through gritted teeth.

She was telling the truth when she had said she was working on it, but both fleets had moved so that flak from all of the ships was making it next to impossible to fly. She didn't get scared as most would in this situation, but instead she was upset. She was angry because she had gotten themselves and her into this situation. She had let herself get distracted and wander into an obvious kill zone.

The ship as it ducked and weaved between the enemy ships. While she had managed to avoid most of it, she was sure the Republic point defense guns had taken a few intentional shots at her, but she wasn't sure. Suddenly, as she came across the top of one of the ships, the black light got a little to friendly with a couple of the turrets. This forced the ship to shudder and scrape against the hull of the Republic ship. Suddenly there came the antimissile alarm.

"What the?! The sleemos are shooting at us!" Kra'ake yelled.

"How do they even know we're here though?" Rokar asked in shock.

"Does it matter?" Lendel retorted before reporting, "We have six missiles inbound. All coming right up the thrusters."

" Well if they want to play that way... Get ready to disengage the shroud and raise the shield." Kra'ake ordered with a smug grin.

"Got it. Ready to de cloak when you are," Rokar announced.

"Hit it."

With that the ship uncloaked as Kra'ake pushed the ship for every ounce of speed she could get. First she swung her way past the top of a Venator Class warship, before swinging for the side of an of the Alliance Class star destroyer responsible for firing the missiles. As she approached the Alliance Class Destroyer, she took a hard right turn, much to the distaste of the engines, and did something just shy of turning clear around. As she swung in along side the ship she watched, or rather heard, three of the missiles explode against the side of the ship. The next three had enough of a warning to avoid making the same mistake. Suddenly she watched as two of the missiles split off from the Black Light and blew up against appeared to be boarding craft heading for the bridge tower.

Smart missiles, just what I need. Kra'ake thought to herself.

The problem with smart missiles was they can be controlled by an operator, to a degree. This meant that they really unpredictable, as those boarding craft had found out. The other factor is that they can be controlled, they don't have to be. They can, also, act as typical homing missiles, and one might not know what kind of missile it is until it pulls some harebrained maneuver that leaves what's left of your ship and body, lifelessly, floating through space.

She decided to lead it toward the Covenant ships as she led the last missile toward a Covenant Battle Cruiser. However, what happened next she didn't need help to see. Suddenly, four more missiles had just entered the picture. Much to her horror, she realized that the missiles had been shot from the Covenant ship directly to her left, practically point-blank for those missiles. Reacting on instinct, she jerked the ship hard to the right and down in a last ditch effort to avoid the missiles.

"Deploy the-"

However, it was to late. All five missiles slammed into the ship. The impact of the the missiles was obsorbed, for the most part by the shields. After taking a split second recovering, the Black Light raced to the ring, while the crew and other people raced to assess the damage. What they knew off the bat, was that the hyperdrive was damaged, the shields and shroud were gone, and the steering was messed up in the explosion. While the exact extent of the damage was unknown, Kra'ake was all the same, glad that the to side relatively ignored the ship.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are entering the atmosphere and the ride will be getting quite rough. So, if you value your life, brace for impact," announced Kra'ake to all forty people in the ship with her.