Three months later Omega Actual hang upside down the wall of a private fortification belonging to a rich republican businessman who had decided to settle down on Alderaan but who at the same time was very close friends with the republic chancellor and especially with its intelligence service. The sun had settled down two hours ago and they had begun their march down the private estate avoiding guards and until now they had stayed undetected. Which was more of a testimony to their overall luck and less to the skills of the very attentive guards patrolling the area regularly. He motioned for his men to rappel down the building a bit further since they had gone silent the moment they had entered the estate. Slowly they reached an air intake at which one of them cut out the gutter on it, preventing birds and other animals reaching the inside of the air conditioning system. It was however no big obstacle for someone with a laser cutter. One after the other they climbed into the intake now robbing through the narrow passages above the hallways below. Omega four motioned towards one of the grills on the bottom of the passage looking into the hallway. Four guards were patrolling the hallway below. Such a presence, while normal on warships and military establishment, was highly unusual on a private estate. Another one pulled out the holo map and nodded. They were at their target.
Slowly opening the grill, two of them climbing down, where they immediately dropped the guards with four silenced shots. The rest of their team followed soon and they began advancing down the hallway in two rows, one on each wall and weapons ready for any threats entering their sight. Reaching a heavy dura steel door Omega-Five installed a rather bulky but surprisingly quite explosive charge. When the door opened they swept in. The first two of them guarding their front while the following had their weapons aimed at the other doors in this hallway which quickly ended in a pair of stairs leading down. Entering a code into the last door, the keypad went green and it opened. They shot two quick shots to kill a single analyst sitting in front of one of the consoles inside. Closing the door Omega-Actual said: "Find any information of the jedi Revan wants and take anything else that could be interesting afterwards." As they got to work one of them answered "I can't believe we are still hunting her, it would have probably been a better use of our time to hunt down, capture and convert eight other jedi. They aren't exactly sending her into the frontline battles." Marius gestured for him to shut up and got to work downloading the information stored on the servers. "Commander there is something interesting here a folder named Operation Drumbeat." Omega-Actual turned around walking over to the console. "This could be interesting, I don't think intelligence is aware of such an operation, take it all" he answered to his soldier.
Bastila watched over the shipyards currently constructing two of the sixteen ordered Mon-Calamari class destroyers. A new and deadly ship, while it was not overly armed for a ship of its sized and definitely lacked the armor one would expect from a ship of its size. But all of this was just a trade of for the fact that these new ships were capable of completely cloaking themselves, to the human eye as well as to all radar systems. They could even fire their torpedos without breaking the cloak however it was pretty easy to discern the location from which a torpedo originated so they needed to change it very quickly after firing. The unfortunate drawback was that the ships couldn't have any windows to spot enemies through. Any form of transparent on the outside and even the lenses of cameras would have undermined the cloaking efforts because their reflection would easily be caught on even commercially available radars. Additionally to the eight torpedo tubes the ship was armed with four heavy point defense cannons to take on fighters in the event that the cloak should fail. Bastila would take three of these ships und her command and ambush imperial forces entering fought over systems and make quick but devastating attack runs on imperial refueling stations on the edge of their territory. These two ships would be ready in only a few days from now ยด, currently the last bits of interior works were down and engineers searched the whole ships for any mistakes in the cloaking technique as well as the normal checks a warship of this size had to go through before being cleared for deployment. Bastila was eager to take part in real battles once again but she had to admit she was also a bit nervous sneaking so close to the enemy often even into his territory was a not praticuliary heavy ship. She still liked it better to direct a battle and use her battle meditation from the bridge from a cruiser or if possible on a dreadnought but ships of this size weren't practical candidates for cloaking because of their size and armour which made them hard to hide.
While she thought about all that one of the mechanics noticed an irregular part on the ships outer coating which was largely responsible for the cloaking. He'd better check this in with his supervisors. Right when he wanted to grab for his commlink he heard the nasty sound of metal bending and breaking in ways it wasn't supposed to and turned around to see one of the cranes in the docks breaking down and toppling over. It incredibly slowly bent into the direction of several dock workers. Then for a moment it seemed to stop, everyone looked up at it in awe even the men standing directly below it, completely forgetting to clear the way. So when it finally fell down it buried them under the tons of dura steel it was made from. Everyone rushed over including the mechanic who had over this completely forgotten the faulty outer coating of the ship and who would at the end of his work day mark his part of the ship as clear for launch.
As the Omega team left the basement of the property they were seen by two guards who had been sent to check things out after their comrades mist their check in. They immediately opened fire and forced the Omegas to press their backs into the wall of the corridor. Omega four peeked out firing a burst of rounds which had the guards scramble for cover themselves. Omega five and seven proceeded to roll smoke grenades into the hallway. One of them now stood up walking across the corridor firing single fire rounds from his rifle into the smoke before they all retreat to the landing pad at which they had been promised a ship would stand ready. The alarm system was activated before they got very far. Soon guards started chasing them down the hallways in the direction of the landing pad. When they reached an intersection guards advanced from all but one direction. "Find out if we can go this way and quickly" Omega Actual ordered. They spread out onto the corners of the intersection as not to give the enemy the chance to take them all out with a single grenade. One of them laid down at the side of one the hallways with one of his legs pulled up a bit towards his body to better compensate the recoil and he was firing longer bursts of seven to eight shots to keep the enemy at bay. He worked after the premise that the more rounds come towards you the less you want to return anything in that direction and it very much seemed to work. When the navigator of their team finally informed them that there was actually no way at all they could go into that direction so they decided to push further into the hallway in front of them. "Stun grenade out" announced one of them and the end of the hallway erupted in nine bright and deafeningly loud explosions. Disorienting their adverseries before they pushed up and calmly put several rounds into each of them before moving along with two of them covering their back. As he moved up Marius swept the the hallways and doors in front of him with his blaster at his shoulder, when one of the doors opened two persons came out and he fired three shots the first hit the left person in the shoulder which made him spin around his own axis and fall to the ground. The second round penetrated the right persons chest and burned the wall behind him. He put the third round into the head of his first target to be sure he was dead. Then he noticed the uniforms. "These are Republic soldiers guys, be careful were these two came from there might be a lot more.
"There has been an incident on Alderaan commander, the council has new orders for you. You are to board a shuttle waiting on landing pad 357 in two hours, it will take you to a destroyer but it isn't yet clear which one it will be. You will be transferred to Alderaan where you will investigate the details of the incident. In four days you will return here and take the command over the three Mon-Calamari class destroyers." Bastila nodded to the courier that had brought her new orders and proceeded to wander off to get ready for the flight.