Good afternoon, everyone! How are you doing on this cool day of Monday, March 16, 2020? I'm doing well, but a bit stressed out from the Coronavirus wreaking havoc across the world, and the changes being made to school and work due to it. For the time being, my school will be switching to online teaching, so I'll be using my laptop much more often. And my work will have to cut its hours shorter from the virus, and implementing new sanitation protocols, so it'll be very different there for the virus's duration. Needless to say, it'll be a very chaotic few weeks to a couple months. In other news, I've finished Legacy of the Force: Sacrifice, and decided to focus on Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights, and I've already read about 200 pages of it. It's a very good read so far. So, when we last left off in the story, the New Republic was losing ground under the combined assault of the Galactic Empire and its new privateer, the Zann Consortium. I gotta say, I didn't think that Squasher and JSailer would go for it, but I'm glad they did. Well, enough talk on my part. I'd better get started on the chapter. Wish me luck, and may God be with us all in these scary times. Oh, and, just as a heads-up, I watched SWTCW: Unfinished Business, and won't be implementing the changes to Echo and Clone Force 99. Sorry, but it'll rewrite a lot of my story, and I don't want to change it too much. Hope you understand.

(Tuesday, March 17, 2020 Addendum.) Hey, everyone! How are you doing on this warm day? I'm doing okay, but I got news today that has me a little depressed, as my movie theater is shutting down for now due to the Coronavirus spreading. And I have my online classes to worry about every Tuesday and Thursday, so I won't be able to write as much as I'd like. In the meantime, I'm watching Drake & Joshwhile I write, and it's just as funny as I remember. I love these old-generation shows. Well, I'd better get back to writing, as it's coming along, if a little slow today.

(8:57 PM Addendum.) Hey, everyone! How are you doing tonight? I'm doing well, if a bit tired and depressed. I'm tired from my three-mile walk on the treadmill, but depressed because my help center is no longer taking donations due to the Coronavirus, so now all I have left to worry about is schoolwork. At least I have time to work on my paper and story. Unfortunately, I have to buy a new laptop tomorrow for school, as my current one is seven years old, and is unable to keep up with the software for my online classes. Well, I already have about 3,500 words done so far, so I should be done with it by Thursday, at the latest. Well, I'd better get back to writing, as I want to reach 4k before the night's over. Wish me luck.

Thirty Minutes Later

Onboard the Katana Flagship

"Are you sure you want to do this, Sir?" Echo protested. "General Skywalker and his fleet could still turn this battle around once they make it, and I made some calls to procure us additional reinforcements."

"Oh, for- I'm sick and tired of your underhanded dealings, Clone! What did you do this time, you schutta?!" Cham growled out.

"A few trusted anti-Imperial privateers and self-styled fleets in the surrounding sectors. I didn't give away the operation, but just implied that there'd be a generous salvage opportunity for them if they helped me, and that the competition was fierce for this prize." Echo clarified.

"You… you invited pirates to this battle?"

"Not pirates, sir. Mercenaries. If we give them a portion of the bounty, they will fight for us… and to be honest, I don't think we can win against both fleets on our own. With them at our side though, we might just have a chance."

"Echo, I like your initiative, but for kriffing's sake, you've gotta stop taking these decisions into your own hands!" Nick reprimanded the bounty hunter, before Adrina rushed up to warn her captain,

"Boss," Adrina reported, "we've got a problem! Urai's broken loose, and is fighting his way to the hangar bay."

"How'd he wake up in the first place?! He was supposed to have been dosed with enough sedatives to fall into a coma!" Echo exclaimed while Cham shot a borderline murderous look directed at him.

"Yeah, but we didn't expect him to be a Force-Sensitive, or have a redundant nervous system. But the scans indicate that he's still a bit delirious. I think he's trying to find a fighter to steal."

Echo sighed. "We don't have the time or people to deal with him, not with the battle raging across the system. And it'll still take time for him to remove the toxins from his body's system. We let him go for now."

Everyone looked on at shock from him, but Adrina came to first, and pulled out a comlink to relay Echo's orders to the Remember Domino's crew.

While the woman did so, the flagship's sensors flared off, and Echo reported, "The dreadnaught's picked up multiple signatures barreling out of hyperspace, and they're transmitting on the frequency I've provided for them. It's our reinforcements!"

"Who did you call for help, Echo?" Cham scathingly asked the ARC Trooper.

"Just four trusted allies of mine. A certain former Judicial Forces officer, a couple ex-Trade Defense Force captains with incorruptible characters, and a pirate known for his exploits against the Trade Federation in the years leading up to the Clone War."

Less than a minute later, about six-dozen frigates and corvettes of various designs appeared; From Dreadnaughts, Arquitens-class light cruisers, to Carrack-class Light Cruisers and Corellian corvettes, two old Trade Defense Force capital ships. Even a handful of salvaged Sabaoth Destroyers and two captured Lucrehulk-class battleships made up the assault.

"General, I'd advise you to open a line to these commanders before they charge head first into the fray. We'll need to establish a clear chain of command for this navy, and you and Rostu need to take command immediately." Echo counseled the Twi'lek general.

"Fine. But therewill be a reckoning after this battle for your unilateral call for help." Cham swore.

Meanwhile,Onboard the Tislera's Memory

"Gotta give Echo credit for his initiative. We were in a desperate situation, and we've already lost about fifty dreadnaughts to the Empire." Nick ruefully acknowledged.

Ignoring the Korun's well-intentioned attempts to cool Cham's anger, the New Republic general was astonished by two of the four holograms coming into focus. One was the Human Zozridor Slayke, a revered Judicial Force Captain-turned leader of the Sons and Daughters of Freedom.

The other was the Feeorin Pirate Lord Nym. Both were legendary Republic-affiliated leaders within the Outer Rim during the Clone War before the Empire made them fugitives once again.

The other two figures were Neimoidians with the uniform and rank plaque of captains within the Trade Defense Force, which neither Cham nor Nick recognized.

Echo took the initiative in getting the introductions out of the way by beginning, "Everyone, I assume you've all now figured out why I called you here. We're going to hijack the rest Katana Fleet before the Empire steals any more dreadnaughts."

"No wonder you needed our help, Echo. Your New Republic needs some hands well versed in shipjacking and naval combat to even the score against the Zann Consortium and their new masters." Slayke jokingly chastised the cyborg.

Looking at Cham, he greeted him, "I'm glad to finally meet you, General Syndulla. Your work on freeing your homeworld from the Separatists was an inspiration throughout my fleet. It'll be my honor to place my forces directly under your command for the duration of the mission."

"Speak for yourself, Captain. This is just a temporary alliance for mutual gain, as far as I'm concerned. Still wish I was in my Havoc." Nyn scoffed while turning to look at the Neimoidians, and growled, "But I'm not going to work with a bunch of ex-TDF stooges!"

"Get with the times, Nym. My sister and I lost everything when the Clone War ended with Trade Federation being absorbed into the Empire. Now we just want a chance to strike back against them for all the pain they've brought our people." The older-looking Neimoidian, Blox Hatha, scathingly reminded the pirate captain.

Cham quickly broke off the inevitable argument. "Enough. This is no time to settle old scores, not with such a vital prize slipping away from our grasp. We need to work together, and when we drive the Imperials back, you'll each get a fair cut of the fleet as a down payment for your services. We'll work with High Command on getting you your marques as privateers for us once the battle's over."

"For now, we need to get started, and recover what ships we can before the Empire strikes back." Cham's further orders were cut off when Isval alerted him.

"Cham, Rex is sending us a burst transmission. Skywalker's fleet is less than five minutes away, and they're requesting a layout of the tactical situation."

"And I'm sure Skywalker's in his starfighter, rearing for action against these enemies." Cham amusingly shook his head at Anakin's love of naval combat, before ordering his trusted second-in-command, "Then move with all haste, and transmit to them the coordinates for the next batch of Dreadnaughts the Empire's closing in on. We'll need them to turn the tide of this battle fully in our favor."

And I need to warn Belkor to slow down the Dreadnaughts' reactivation.Cham reminded himself before preparing to send a burst transmission to the Imperial colonel.

Seven Minutes Later

Onboard the Remembers Raxus

Within Anakin's TIE Advanced x1

"Slayke's still alive? I never expected to see that jolly old man again after Praesitlyn!" Anakin laughed before finishing his fighter's preparations for the imminent battle.

"Well, you'll get your chance to see him again soon enough, Sir. After we drive out the Imperials and secure the rest of the Katana Fleet." Rex reminded his former commanding officer before he cut the transmission from his shuttle. He and a platoon of New Republic Marines were heading to the Katana Fleet's flagship

Any further banter was cut off when the automated voice in the Recusant Destroyer's hangar blared, "Hangar doors open. All fighters, launch."

After the New Republic task force departed hyperspace, the small but lethal flotilla of two Recusant, two Venators, and twelve escort craft launched all their available fighters against the Imperials to divert the battle away from the Katana Fleet.

As Anakin led three squadrons of bombers against the Zann Consortium's attempts to claim a nearby twelve dreadnaughts, he wished that he had his Azure Angel IIback. It was far more customized and lethal than his current stolen starfighter.

Worse, it also reminded him too much of his hated Imperial past. He would make sure to put in a requisition with Procurement before his mission to Honoghr.

Ten Minutes Later

Onboard the Imperial-class Star Destroyer Perilous

"Ma'am. Colonel Dray and his teams are preparing the first ten dreadnaughts for evacuation, and they might have discovered the Katana Flagship through tracing the signals emitting throughout the dreadnaught fleet. But they suspect that it's in New Republic control." The Star Destroyer's captain warned Moff Mors.

"That would be plainly obvious, Captain, given that the enemy has had so many dreadnaughts ramming into our fleets." Delian seethed. She had lost half of her fleet from the enemy's suicide runs. Worse, thanks to Tyber Zann's people intercepting the transmission from Syndulla to Belkor, she had confirmation that Colonel Dray himself was a Ryloth Resistance mole.

Still, if her plan worked, the Empire would be purged of another corrupt officer, and they would have complete control over the first of many dreadnaughts for their navy, not for one man's deluded aspirations for her position. And as an added bonus, she would be well on her way to redeeming herself in the Emperor's eyes for her failure to hold Ryloth from Cham Syndulla and the New Republic.

She pulled out her comlink, and keyed it to the frequency of Commander Zorr, her most trusted friend in the Imperial Commandos. "It's time to ferret out the traitor, old friend. Have your teams initiate the purge at once."

Five Minutes Later

Onboard the Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser Ductavis

"All teams are in position, Moff Mors." The Clone Commando complied before silently sending a signal through his gauntlet to his teams that had slowly ingratiated themselves into Belkor's personal command structure. With this done, he quietly walked up to the traitorous Imperial colonel, who was busy giving orders to his lieutenants through his comlink.

"What's wrong with you, Commander?" The Colonel asked after a moment.

"I'm afraid there's been a change of plans, Dray."

Before Belkor could even utter a single word, Zorr dropped him with a stunbolt. After cuffing the traitor, Zorr picked up the man's weapons, comlink, and code cylinders, and immediately contacted his teams. "The dragon's head has been severed. Progress report."

One after another, the commando teams reported in, and they had captured every one of Belkor's officers with no casualties across each of the ten dreadnaughts.

"Good. Looks like Dray's modifications had them reprogrammed to work under the Ductavis's command only. I'll have to inform Moff Mors." Contacting Delian, he informed her, "We have the traitors and their ships secure, but Dray's rigged the dreadnaughts to work under this ship only. If I had to guess, I'd say that he was gonna use them to try and destroy Syndulla, and then try to convince the Emperor to give him your position."

"So he was robbed of all sanity by his treason." Mors disgustingly spat. "Have a squad of your men secure the traitors within the ships' brigs, and then get the dreadnaughts hyperdrives online to withdraw to Naboo so the garrison there can secure the prisoners and the cargo. We have a rapidly escalating situation with the New Republic."

Meanwhile, Onboard the Chalk's Lethality

"Sir, we've got multiple signatures coming in from Sector Eight. Looks like Black Sun found a shortcut of their own." A sensors officer warned Nick.

"Well, we figured they'd shave some time off their route." Nick reluctantly mused, before turning to observe the large Black Sun fleet arrive. There, he saw five Arquitens-class light cruisers, ten Interceptor-class frigates, ten AEG-77 Vigos and Conqueror-class assault ships, thirty Gozanti Cruisers with fighter racks attached, twenty IPV-1 System Patrol ships, along with two dozen bulk freighters, and the Black Sun Lucrehulk-class battleship Fortressaserving as Xizor's flagship.

At least Ahsoka's friends got the fleet configuration right. Nick mused before calling up his fellow fleet commanders.

Meanwhile, Onboard the Lucrehulk-class Battleship Fortressa

"Well, I didn't think there'd be a three-way war raging for the Katana Fleet." Xizor, the latest Underlord of the Black Sun crime syndicate, calmly mused while speaking with his subordinates.

"What's the plan, boss? I hate to give up a score this big, but I don't think we can win against the New Republic, Empire, and their underworld allies." Rafa Martez skeptically said.

"We are notgiving up, Captain Martez." Xizor sternly told the human captain. "We are going to get away with as much of the prize as we can, and secure our place in the galaxy for centuries to come."

"Pardon the interruption, Underlord, but we are receiving a transmission from the Imperial Star Destroyer Perilous. The caller is identified as Moff Delian Mors. They're reporting about a potentially lucrative partnership with the Empire." The younger Falleen Xist reported to his leader.

"Really?" Xizor mused, before ordering the Vigo. "Put it through."

"Yes, my lord." The hologram of the image came through to reveal the face of the disgraced Moff of the planet Ryloth, and he politely greeted the tanned-skinned woman, "Ah, Moff Mors. Your reputation precedes you."

Mors glared at him, but kept her tone even. "My superior will be on the line momentarily to discuss the finer points of an alliance against the New Republic and their Hutt partners."

"Really?" Xizor mused, while Rafa quietly dismissed herself from the bridge.

Just then, the transmission came through from Grand Moff Trachta and Tyber Zann, with the cyborg leader greeting the Black Sun leader, "Prince Xizor. I see that the chance to seize the Katana Fleet was one that you also could not ignore."

Well, this should be an interesting sales pitch.Xizor mused after seeing one of his most bold and upstart rivals in the holocall.

Five Minutes Later

On Vermund

1605 Hours

"If Xizor, Tyber Zann and the Trachta, three of the most dangerous individuals and their forces in the entire galaxy, are all in the same system, then why would you call us and put yourselves in even greater danger?!" Tau exclaimed to the Martez sisters before Ahsoka soothingly calmed him down.

"Sorry, butwe don't have the NR's private comm system." Trace rebutted. "And you need to warn your government about this deal, and take them down before they can hurt anyone else. Let alone steal the dreadnaughts."

"We'll do that right away." Ahsoka promised. "But first, you need to get yourselves and your crew to safety. I'm gonna give you General Syndulla's frequency so you can make it to NR territory."

"Thanks. We owe you big time, Ahsoka!" Rafa thanked her friend before Ahsoka cut the transmission, allowing the Togruta to get to work on carrying out her promise to her friends.

Five Minutes Later

Onboard the Tislera's Memory

"All right. I have their frequency. Don't worry, Ahsoka, we'll get your friends safe to our territory. Thanks to Echo's contacts, we finally have the numbers to go head to head with le bâtard." Cham promised, even though it pained him to admit the last part.

"Just remember that when it's time for his court-martial, and try not to lose more people or ships than we can afford." Ahsoka reminded him. "Meanwhile, I need to get ready for an important diplomatic meeting. May God and the Force be with you, General."

Twenty Minutes Later

Onboard the Fortressa

"You and your privateer have certainly made us a generous offer, Grand Moff." Xizor mused after hearing the proposition given to him.

In exchange for sharing their weaponry, safe houses and resources with the Empire for their war against the New Republic, the Emperor promised to give Black Sun many legitimate military contracts. This included their elite operatives training the Imperial Intelligence Division specializing in infiltration. They would also be given the means to expand their operations into Hutt Space and the Mandalore Sector to throw the dangerous regions into disarray for an eventual Imperial takeover.

The added bonuses of the defense against a New Republic computer virus, along with a fraction of the Katana Fleet as a down payment, were two excellent incentives for officially allying with the Empire.

"I can see why the Emperor reached out to us. You are, quite frankly, losing the war against the New Republic, and need experienced and unconventional minds to level the playing field against them and their growing number of allies."

"Yes. Tactfully put, Xizor. So are you in, or not?" Tyber gruffly asked.

"You make it seem like I have a choice, Zann." Xizor chuckled. "I might be a criminal, but I'm a pragmatist through and through. If the New Republic and the Jedi win the war, they won't be so lenient on those who are uninhibited by morality and regulations as in years past. So yes, we have a deal. Black Sun will be your allies in this war."

"Excellent." Trachta simply said, before the Fortressa'salarms went off, and several bridge consoles exploded moments later before an officer alerted him,

"Underlord, the system's been infected by a computer virus! It looks like it's trying to spread to the reactor core, but we'll have it contained before it gets anywhere near there."

With the first shades of crimson red highlighting his rage, Xizor growled out, "You said that the New Republic's virus wouldn't infect my fleet's systems, Trachta! What in the blazes happened?!"

"I think I can answer that, Underlord." Xist began."TheAlexi Garyn is advancing ahead of the battlefield. But my teams intercepted a coded transmission originating out of the system. We're trying to trace it now. But I thought something about the ship's captain name rang a few warning bells in my head, so I ran a background check of her in all our databases. The Trace sisters hid their true identities well, but we found them. They did some work with the ex-Padawan Ahsoka Tano in the Clone War just before the Siege of Mandalore, and ran afoul of the Pykes a year before they joined up with you."

"I see." Xizor coldly said. "Excellent work, Xist. You'll be suitably rewarded for uncovering this breach in security."

"Trachta, Zann, until my ships are back to full capacity, I must humbly ask either of you to divert up to two squadrons to intercept the Alexi Garyn. I shall personally hail the ship, for I want to see how their resistance crumbles once we show them our combined might."

"I can do that. I like seeing my enemies and their plans fall apart at the seams." Tyber smirked.

Meanwhile, On Serocco

Deep Within the Catacombs

Within Chaos Command Central

How did that Sith and his Imperial dogs track me all the way back to base so damned fast?!Anguis fretted while his Stereb acolytes were quickly sniped by precision shots from both Galactic Marines and Imperial Royal Guards, while Colonel Moch and Bahl'al led the charge against the Chaos forces with two-dozen Z-X3 battle droids and a company of Stormtroopers.

Everywhere he turned, he saw Imperials and the vast majority of their Stereb allies pouring into every tunnel, and the combined force was utterly obliterating the Chaos forces that had been thrown into disarray.

"Come on, you dimwits!" he roared to his cultists, "Don't just stand there like statues! Fight back! Give back to the glory of Khorne! He cares not from where the blood flows!"

Slowly, he began the metamorphosis process as his voice began to deepen in a feral manner. "Kill or be killed, it matters not. In battle, we all honor the blood god!"

With this final declaration, his body formed into an adolescent Krayt Dragon. As the final scale and fang grew in place, he let out a roar that echoed loudly throughout the catacombs.

Meanwhile, on Vermund

Within the Uriel Estate

"I have to say, I'm surprised you didn't get invited with Tau and the others to the state dinner, even if it was an informal meeting." Elias confided to Eltariel.

"Why should I have been invited? Your uncle told me the two Pro Consuls likely wanted to discuss Tau's lineage securely, and I won't have any bearing on that meeting. Besides, this is a meeting among the Jedi and their cousins, so I would be out of place." Eltariel shrugged.

"You think they know about the twins?"

"I'd be surprised if they didn't. It's obvious to anyone who's been around expecting mothers." Eltariel answered with a shrug, "If you ask me, despite their wish to keep it secret, they've done nothing to keep it so."

"I mean, would you really want to if you were with twins?"

"I suppose not," Eltariel hesitated, "I have something to ask of you."

"Shoot away."

"You said that you would help me in my quest to save Talion and all of Sauron's slaves, yes?" After seeing him nod, she took a deep breath, and continued, "If I were to ask you to help me in my quest by accompanying me, would you do it?"

"Of course." Elias simply answered, the sheer honesty in his voice nearly knocking the breath out of the Elf.

"Why? It would take you away from your family, and it could very well kill you!"

"I made a promise to you when you needed me most, and I always keep my promises. Besides, if we need help, we can always ask some of my family to assist us."

"But it is not their fight!" Eltariel protested.

"Maybe not." Elias acknowledged. "But in the short time I've gotten to know my family, I've seen them risk life and limb to look after each other and the innocent. And Uncle Benjen is already going to try and teach Gandalf his art of Hamon, so I can see him and some of his followers establish a long-lasting presence on Arda."

He shot her an odd look. "Ellie, tell me the truth. Why are you so insistent on me staying behind, if you asked for my help in the first place?"

"Because I don't want to lose anyone else that I care about to Sauron's evil! I already lost my sister and most of my family, and I couldn't bear it if I lost you too!"

She then started to silently shake as she cried her heart out. Elias, who hated seeing her so broken and miserable, walked up to her to gently wrap his arms around her and said, "It's all right. You're not going to lose me. And you're not going to carry this burden on your own. If you'll allow me, I'll help you bear this weight in saving Talion and the others."

"And if it crushes both of us? What then?"

"Hey. Neither one of us is gonna die from this war. If God wills it, we'll live to see our lives full of peace and fulfillment."

"You believe in Him?" Eltariel whispered.

"Hey, I saw my father get cleaned of Chaos when Daniel prayed to Him, and we've got supernatural threats endangering the entire galaxy. I'd say we've got ample proof that there's a creator in this messed-up universe." Elias chuckled before Eltariel giggled alongside him.

"Yes, I do suppose it's pretty obvious when one looks at it like that." She acknowledged.

Before long, she found herself getting lost in his gentle and entrancing smile and his big brown eyes, and she knew from his gaze that he felt the same about her. Hands moving to hold the other's face, their faces moved closer, until their lips were millimeters apart before Eltariel abruptly separated.

Before Elias could ask what he did wrong, the door opened to reveal Celeste. "Sorry to interrupt whatever was going on in here, but Benjen wanted you two to know that the Proconsuls wanted you both to come with him and Tau to the dinner. Apparently, they want to know more about Eltariel's world and its people, and compare notes on what supernatural threats endanger these worlds. And they wanted to hear about Elias and his time in the Lothal PSF."

"What? The data files we gave them weren't enough?" Eltariel rhetorically asked.

"They are, but they want to hear a first-hand account and Carrick just wants to have dinner with all of you.." Celeste clarified, "We leave in less than an hour, so you'd two lovebirds better get prepared."

Groaning at the accursed word, Eltariel said, "Benjen told them, didn't he?"

"I doubt it. If anything, I bet it's my father who can't keep his mouth shut." Elias snarked.

"Remind me to kill him when we're there, Elias."

"Get in line. I'm gonna have first crack at him."

"Oh no you won't." Celeste interjected. "It's just a friendly dinner… with some of the most powerful men in the sector. We really shouldn't be making such a fuss about this."

"Let's just get ready, and get this dinner over with." Elias resolved before he asked, "Wait. What am I supposed to wear?"

Meanwhile, Within the Halm Sector

Onboard the Alexi Garyn

"Slayke, remind me to thank you and the clone responsible for this chance at a better life when we finish this mad battle." Rafa told the two men as her sister fired at a V-Wing that strayed too close for her liking. The Freedom's Sons had provided enough cover fire for them to retreat to their controlled region of the system and prepare to assist the New Republic in their recovery efforts.

"I'll hold you to that, little lady. I'd hate for this rescue to turn sour." Slayke jovially laughed from his flagship, the Plooriod Bodkin, before getting back to business. "My forces have closed in on another six Dreadnaughts in Sector Three. Lucky for us, they're not in bad shape, so we'll have them operational within the hour. If you and your crew could help us secure them, we'll be in your debt."

"Don't give Rafa any more ideas. We'll be happy with just taking a commission as privateers." Trace warned the renegade leader, while Trace only rolled her eyes at her sister's well-intentioned advice, before agreeing,

"Consider it done, Captain. It certainly beats getting hammered by our former employers."

"That's the spirit!" Zozridor enthusiastically chuckled before signing off.

Trace piped up, "They're certainly livelier than Black Sun and the Pykes."

"Let's just focus on the job, and maybe we can get a new ship out of the deal for being among the New Republic's first privateers."

Ten Minutes Later

Onboard Varon Orbital Command

"Echo certainly has plenty of initiative, I'll give him that." Garm mused after hearing the report from Ahsoka on his renegade reinforcements. "But at least this gambit didn't blow up in his face, and he found Captain Slayke and his fleet. Now that he and Nym are here to counterbalance the Empire and Black Sun officially allying against us, we have a chance at winning this battle."

"What about our other recruitment and procurement missions? Are they prepared to retrieve the missing Jedi and travel to Ganath?" Mon changed the subject.

"All teams are ready, and merely await our word to go ahead with their respective missions, Minister." Wullf reported.

"Then we ought to have them sent underway. Time is of the essence, and we're going to need all the help we can get against the evils out there." Bail ordered.

Meanwhile, On Sernpidal

Within Deluvia Spaceport

Inside the SoroSuub Corporation Luxury 5000 Yacht Love Commander

"The gods have smiled upon us today, brothers." Kars told his brothers. "This ship is fully fueled, and has access to the right codes that can help us get past the Imperial blockade."

After journeying to a nearby city and sneaking onto a ship to knock out the ship's crew to devour them later on, they prepared to lift off, and retreat into the shadows to rebuild their strength and strike back against the galaxy when the time was right.

"Then let's get off this doomed world, and find a place to hide out for a while." Tupac urged.

"My thoughts, exactly, brother." Xipil agreed, before the ship took off, and they prepared to slip past the Imperial blockade undetected.

Well, I think this is a good place to end the chapter! So, what did you think? Did I cover too much at once? Do you think the characters I included were placed into the story well, or just shoehorned in? I hope Squasher and JSailer like it, as I want this chapter to stay mostly intact. So, how are you all doing on this warm night of Wednesday, March 18, 2020? I'm doing okay, as I bought the last Dragon Agecomic for a while today, and bought a new computer for school work, since my last one is very old, and can't handle all the tasks for work. And I played a bit of Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood, and I got 45 Gamerscore Points today. I hope to finish the game soon. Unfortunately, I have to get started on a school paper tomorrow after my class, and it'll take up a lot of my time. I'd better get this chapter to my friends for them to look it over. Please pray for everyone affected by the Coronavirus and the pandemonium sweeping the world, and I hope that it ends soon, for everyone's sakes. May the Force and Iluvatar be with us all, and Long Live the Expanded Universe!