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Two weeks later...

The Oriflamme was exiting hyperspace soon and Grant waited for the upcoming battle. The Oriflamme's hangers were completely full. The ship's starfighter complement was restocked with two full squads of TIE Fighters, a squad of TIE Interceptors, TIE Bombers, TIE Punishers and the gift from Zaarin, a squadron of TIE Defenders. Grant and Zaarin were on their way to the Flarestar system in the Narvath sector to help and recruit Osvald Teshik. They had heard that Teshik encountered a large Rebel force there. So to complete two goals, they made their way into the Expansion Region.

"We're exiting hyperspace in thirty-seconds," said an officer.

Grant looked at the black viewport and waited. Grant felt them enter into realspace again as the viewport revealed the battle. Teshik's fleet was surrounded by Rebel forces, "Sensors. What are we looking at?" Grant ordered.

"Grand Admiral Teshik's fleet is surrounded by Rebels, sir."

"How many? What ships?"

The sensors officer was silent for a little while the data poured in, "All of their ships are battered, sir. There are remnants of seven GR-75 medium transports, two Action VI transports, one Class VI bulk transport, two CR90 corvettes, one DP20 frigate and four EF76 Nebulon-B frigates. They have two Braha'tok gunships, five CR90s, four DP20s, two MC30c frigates, three Dauntless-class heavy cruisers and three MC80a Star Cruisers left. There were once three hundred and twenty-eighty starfighters with four squadrons of Cutlass-9 patrol fighters, eight Z-95 Headhunters squads, four squadrons of T-65 X-Wing starfighters, four squads of RZ-1 A-Wing interceptors, two squads of R60 T-Wing interceptors and six squads of H-60 Tempest bombers. Now only a little over two hundred starfighters remain."

"What of Teshik?"

The officer was silent for a few more moments, "The Grand Admiral has his flagship, the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer, Eleemosynary, a Secutor-class Star Destroyer, a Tector-class Star Destroyer, two Victory I-class Star Destroyers, two Ton-Falk-class escort carriers and an Immobilizer 418 cruiser. One Victory and two Ton-Falks are destroyed with the rest of the Grand Admiral's fleet damaged. There seems to have been nine hundred and ninety-two TIE starfighters. That has been widdled down to under six hundred."

"Sir!" called the comms officer, "Grand Admiral Teshik is contacting you and Admiral Zaarin!"

"Put him through."

Two holograms appeared before Grant. One of Zaarin and one of Teshik, "What in the debris of Mon Cala are you two doing here?!" Teshik's cybernetic voice yelled.

"We've come to help," came Zaarin's smooth response.

"I don't need your help!"

"Obviously you do."

"You lost a Star Destroyer and two carriers," Grant said matter-of-factly.

"I don't need you to rub it in, Tapani!"

"There's no need to get at each other's throats," said Zaarin, "What can we do to help?"

"Nothing. I've got this handled."

Zaarin shrugged, "I guess you don't need two Star Destroyers, seven Lancer-class frigates and one hundred and forty-four TIEs." Zaarin looked at Grant, "I guess you can tell your men to prepare for the jump to hyperspace. We're not needed here."

"What do you want?" Teshik asked in a resigned tone.

Zaarin looked back at the cyborg, "Nothing but an hour of your time."

"What trick is this?"

"None. We'll win this battle and then we'll talk in-person."

"Fine."

Grant turned his attention back to the battle. One of the MC80as, two of the MC30cs and the Braha'tok gunships turned from their fight with the battered Tector-class, Archer and flew on an intercept course with the Oriflamme and Glory.

"Concentrate fire on the MC30s and launch all fighters," Grant ordered.

"We'll go after the MC80a," Zaarin said.

"They're going after the Black Asp! I'm ordering the Gallant and the Sceltor to defend it!" said Teshik.

"I'll send my TIE Defenders to aid you!"

"So will I!" Grant said.

Grant watched on the sensors as the two Victory Is were moving to intercept the remaining two MC80as and both Dauntless-classes that were heading toward the interdictor.

"Spread those Lancers throughout the fleet!" Zaarin ordered.

Grant watched the two MC30cs fire their barrage of proton torpedoes at the Oriflamme.

"Brace for impact!" called one of Grant's officers.

The Star Destroyer shook violently before the MC80a and X-Wings flew in and caused yet more damage to her.

"Damage report!" Grant called.

"Hull breaches on multiple decks!"

"Sir! There's a fire near the reactor!"

"Send all fire and maintenance crews to put out that fire and repair as much damage as possible!" Grant ordered, "Helmsman! Pull us away from the battle!"

"Running so soon, Grant?" Teshik taunted.

"I'm moving us away so if we blow, we don't take out the entire fleet. We'll provide long-range fire support."

"Sir! The MCs are turning to attack the Glory!"

"Send all bombers to attack those ships! And order the Interceptors to go after the X-Wings!"

"Don't worry about us," Zaarin said, "We'll get this handled."

"Sir! A large ship is coming out of hyperspace right behind us!"

"Did you call for any more reinforcements?" Teshik asked.

"No," Zaarin responded.

"What class?" asked Grant.

"Unknown. Looks like another Mon Cal."

An MC80 Home One type Star Cruiser called the Independence, the sensors said, came out of hyperspace right behind the Glory and disabled her engines.

"Sir! They're launching four squads of BTS-A2 Long-Range Strike Fighter/Bombers!"

After the new starfighters made a run at the Glory, they turned to the hyperlane and jumped into hyperspace. Grant looked at the sensors and saw that all of the Rebel ships were jumping with the Mon Cals providing covering fire. After the rest of the fleet jumped, the Mon Cals turned and left as well.

"What happened?" Zaarin asked.

"The Black Asp had to turn her gravity well generators off and move away from the battle with the Victorys following," said Teshik.

"We need to follow them!" Grant said.

"With what? The Secutor, Victorys and the Ton-Falks? Teshik demanded, "Even if we found them, we don't have the firepower to take them on right now."

"You seem pretty okay with letting them leave," Zaarin said.

"The only reason I survived long enough for you two to arrive was that I found myself the carriers. Otherwise, I'd have gone in with just the Star Destroyers."

"One of the Emperor's punishments?" Zaarin asked.

"I'd assume so."

"Is your ship intact enough for us to come aboard?"

"Just some minor damage. So yeah."

"Then both of us will be over to talk while we head to the Validusia system in the Bes Ber Bikade sector for repairs."

"You didn't win us the battle," Teshik stated.

"But we kept you alive."

"Fine. I'll have you two over to talk."

Teshik cut the transmission. Zaarin looked at Grant, "I guess I'll see you soon," He said before he cut off too.

Grant stood, "Captain Kaerobani."

"Yes, sir?"

"The ship is yours. Follow Teshik's fleet to Naval Station Validusia."

"Yes, sir."

Grant headed down to the hanger to his personal shuttle before flying over to Teshik's command ship. When he arrived, the two other Grand Admirals greeted him and Osvald Teshik led them to his quarters. Teshik sat down behind his desk while Zaarin checked the room for bugs. After he finished, Zaarin and Grant sat in front of the desk.

"So?" Teshik started, "What do you want for saving me?"

"Only your support."

"Support in what?"

"In taking out the Emperor."

Both Grant and Teshik were surprised at how forward he was about it, "You want a coup."

"Yes."

"With you as it's head."

"With you, me, Grant, Makati, Grand Moffs Kaine and Zsinj at the head. If we can recruit more, than that would be better."

"You already have their support?"

"No. Just the Emperor's Hand, several Imperial officers, Moffs and Grant here."

Teshik turned his cybernetic red eye towards Grant, "Why're you turning traitor? You seem like the guy who would never turn."

"I have my reasons." Grant pulled out copies of the disks Zaarin gave him, "These are some of them." He slid them across the desk to Teshik. He put them in a datapad and looked at them in silence, "I've checked their validity. They're real."

Teshik put the datapad down and closed his real eye. They all sat there for over an hour with no one saying a word. Teshik opened his eye and looked at the other Grand Admirals.

"I'm in."

"You're in?" asked Zaarin.

"I'm in," He said fiercely.

"Good. Now we can set up the details. Do you have any way of dealing with Tigenilus?"

"I have a few ideas."

"Good."

The treasonous conversation continued for several more hours as the now, newly formed Grand Admirals' Coalition's fleet headed for repairs.