Chapter One – Quite Far Into Your Systems

Tyria Tainer floated in and out of consciousness. She struggled to remember who she was, what she did and where she was. And then, it hit her like a rock.

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Adra Tallon frowned slightly at the small hologram in front of her. The hologram smiled slightly as Adra explain the situation to her.

"Yeah, I was just about to call you about that. Anyways, Wedge just sent me a copy of yours and my new orders. He wants one of us to stay on ground, and I'll do it," she said hurriedly, "because you're too good a pilot and Nicola needs you too much for you not to fly. I'll keep on hacking into their systems. But this time, I'll use my personal signature. Hopefully, Daala will get mad enough and concentrate on getting me. And remember, if I get captured, only my computers will miss me. You'll leave Face waiting. In the mean time," the holographic Tyria bent slightly, working with a terminal. "Use this transponder package I've spent the last week working on, on your X-wing transponder I.D. It should take them about 4 hours to break and that's if they can get a targeting lock on you for more than 5 minutes."

Adra nodded. "Okay. Will do...just be careful, okay? If I come back to find that you've not survived, I will murder you when I take the 'big leap' myself."

The other hacker smiled. "I'm always careful. And you'll be the one in danger. May the Force be with you. Tyria out." With that, Tyria terminated the transmission. Adra blinked several times, for some reason, she had this gut feeling that she wouldn't be seeing Tyria for a long time, if ever.

Tyria Tainer turned away from her terminals, feeling much more exhausted than she had an hour ago. There was no way around this, one way or another, Daala was going to get either her or Adra. And like she had told Adra, better a woman who's alone in life than one who's in love.

Taking a swig of caf, she swiveled her chair back towards her computer terminals. Pausing to collect her thoughts, she began to type commands into the computer, never pausing as she hacked her way deeper into Imperial files, looking for ones with Daala's signature trademark.

Trademark. She had almost forgotten. Normally, she tried to leave no "trail" for the Imperials to follow. But sometimes, it had been necessary to "reveal" their identities to the Imps. Tyria was a series of computer monitors to the Imps, and Adra was a computer with a lightsaber.

Her fingers pausing in the intricate dance they were typing, Tyria commed the information she had downloaded so far onto Wedge Antilles and his general staff. And then, back to work.

About 20 standard minutes later, the air above her holocomm began to shimmer into a miniature version of Admiral Daala. Smiling to herself, the normally seclusive and shy woman turned away from her terminals, putting herself into what the other Rebels called "Wraith mode."

"You're going to pay for this, Trainer!" Daala raged. Tyria raised an eyebrow.

"Really now? I don't see how. It took you long enough to even figure out who was in your systems and I did all but hit you over the head with it."

"What took so long Tainer, was getting your comm unit frequency," Daala replied, gritting her teeth.

"It did? And that's only under minimal security in my systems. But I am, it appears, quite far into your systems," Tyria paused for a moment, scanning computer screen. "For instance, I know that Thrawn doesn't approve of your plan. That translates into a victory more or less for the New Republic."

Daala grew coldly silent, her anger like ice now instead of fire. "Watch your step, Tainer, you might find yourself checking into the Gorgon's detention center!" With that, the hologram wavered and then vanished.

Tyria leaned back in her chair, brushing her long blonde-brown hair out of her face. Well it was done now and there was no turning back. Hopefully, Adra would be safe now.

Glancing at her chrono, she stood up, gathering up her various datacards and datapad. Placing them in a small satchel, she grabbed her pilot helmet and headed outside, fastening it securely on her head. Wedging the bag securely behind her seat in the X-wing cockpit, she powered up her x-wing and took off, headed towards the Corellian Corvette from which the Generals would be directing the battle.