Kyle let his mouth drop as he watched the Moldy Crow screech above the roof he was on no more than kilometers above. Caught off guard, he was knocked down by the gust of the engines and covered his ears from the tremendous whine of engines from both the Crow and the TIE. He watched as the Corellian Courier-class climbed up into the clouds, higher into the atmosphere.

"Ugh, what the."

Kyle turned to see Rebus coming to. He ran his stubby fingers through his military cut brown hair that was drenched with sweat, and looked up to Kyle, "What's happening; what's going on? It's you! The one who so ever gallantly infiltrated my Anoat hideout and my estate at Nar Shaddaa? Now. now you come here to."

Kyle had pulled out his Bryar Pistol and let another set of blue rings surround both Rebus and Crashaan. He put it back to his proper place and took out the Rail Detonator and trained it upon the dogfight that was happening high above him. Licking his lips, he spoke through his headset, "All right Jan, in order for me to save you, you're going to have to come within five kilometers above me, alright?"

Jan hesitated to answer, "Right, ok. Hold on, he nailed my port stabilizers, it will take a while to maneuver down there."

Kyle complied, "Ok, but for your sake, make it quick."

The Crow dove down, luring the TIE closer and closer to Kyle. The Crow broke off suddenly with a barrel roll to starboard and pulled up back to the clouds. Before the TIE pilot could do so, Kyle had already fired the Rail Detonator, which made him fall to the surface of the roof. He got up and shook his head, "That's quite a kickback."

Looking up to the trail of smoke that led from the three-pack of yellow rail charges, Kyle watched the TIE-X1 Advanced explode in a burst of both fire and debris.

"Wow," Jan's voice came in, "You saved my butt; I owe you one."

Kyle couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Nope. You never paid me back for saving your hide on Jabba's ship, remember? That's two you owe me."

Jan laughed as well, "OK, but before we even get back to the Liberty, Mon Mothma and General Crix Madine have got some top secret mission for us. Beduch and Duke will be with us as well, so don't expect it to be a solo mission."



Opening his eyes slowly, Kyle peered down at the digital face of his chrono and groaned aloud to see had overslept. Leaning over to Jan, he whispered into her ear, "How much longer until we arrive to General Madine's fleet? I though we were supposed to arrive at Corellia over an hour ago?"

Jan looked down at her controls, and then looked back up to the starscape out the cockpit viewport, "Security precautions. Mon Mothma and Admiral Ackbar have contacted me twice to change the coordinates. What ever this mission is, it must be important."

Kyle put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it, "So does that mean I could go back to sleep?"

Jan smiled, "Sure thing. Don't worry, Madine said this was to be the last."

She turned to see Kyle slouched in his chair, sleeping. After looking back out to the starscape, she finished her sentence, "change in coordinates."

"Is this channel secure?"

Jan was startled at first, and then flipped on her comlink, "This is the Moldy Crow. Yes, the channel is secure. Is this.is this the Galleon?"

She had made the ships name up for security precautions just in case the ship was not Madine's. There was no reply for a moment, but a burst of static crackled through the speakers followed by the man's voice, "Yes, yes this is the Galleon."

Jan nodded to herself and hit Kyle with her hand, "We've got some trouble." Turning back to her controls, she turned the comlink back on, "All right, Galleon. Do you have the Tibbanna Gas Canisters like planned?"

Another pause, this time there was no reply. Kyle leaned over Jan and powered up the sensors. His drowsiness vanished when he saw the readouts print out that the only ship in the sector was a Fire Spray Fighter with infamous markings and colors. Swallowing the rising lump in his throat, Kyle felt his stomach twist. Jan looked up at him, "What is it?"

He pointed to the screen, "The communication is coming from that ship. That's Slave 1, Boba Fett's ship."