Jim turned away from the monitor and walked toward the tactical station on the bride of the Corellia.
"Give the departure clearance as needed. I'll be going now."
He took one last look at the bridge, and then took the turbolift down. He began double checking his equipment, starting with his modified Mjolnir armor. His armor, based on the armor or the Spartan project, was tough, but light. It emitted a shield that could take a slight pounding, but his lack of a helmet didn't provide the heads up display that the Spartans were accostomed to using. He monitored his shield on his right arm, which was part cybernetic due to an accident on Mobius yerars earlier. He lost his arm from the elbow down, and his prosthetic one was used for a variety of technical enhancements.
He made sure his custom made blaster pistol was armed and the safety was on. He called it a DCX-15 Assualt Pistol, which was capable of arming bullet based weaponry, powercells for blasterbolts or plasma, and beam based projectiles. He holstered it, and pushed a button on his right wrist. The bottom of his right forarm opened, revealing hollow chamber where he stored his lightsaber.
His arm's technology functions, however, were limited to a power supply. In the event that his arm lost power, he could only use it as a conventional prosthetic arm. To prevent this, a power cell chamber was implanted on the inside of his palm, which opens with an electrical impulse from the brain.
He checked his power cell status (green across the board) and stepped off the turbolift. As he stepped off, he was greeted by several fimiliar faces.
"You arnt coming with me," he said sternly.
Han Solo rolled his eyes and picked up his bag. "We're taking the Falcon. Load up."
Jim smiled slightly as Chewbacca picked up all of his bags for him and began walking toward the Millenium Falcon. He saw Jacen and Jaina in the cockpit, prepping for launch.
"You've got to learn to trust people," Han said over his shoulder. "You don't always have to be alone, you know."
"Some things I must do alone"
"Not this," Han said, as they walked up the ramp. "Don't think I don't know where you are heading. Leia filled me in. First we are going to Earth, where we are picking up her and a old friend of yours."
"What?" Jim said with surprise. "Who is it?"
"Marcus Brenxor, he's supposed to be taking the role of some sort of tactical specialist at Mobius, our first stop."
Jim shrugged. Marcus was a good fighter, no doubts there. He was the sole survivor at the GDI installation on Mars when the supposed "gate to hell" opened.
They walked into the lounge where Jim found the protocol droid C-3P0 scuttling about.
"Ah! Master George," he said in his usual witty tone, "so good to see you fully functional."
"How's it hanging, Threepio?" Jim replied, with a chuckle. The driod had a tendency to be excentric.
"I am as functional a I can be, I suppose, although I havn't had an oil bath in weeks, and I think my circu-"
"Spare us the technical readouts, Goldenrod," Han inturrupted, "Head to the cockpit and tell Jacen to take us to the docking sector in the South City."
"Well!" Threepio said with disgust as he took off toward the bridge.
"What's in the South City?" Jim asked as he organized his things.
"There is one more passenger we need to pick up before we leave for your home."
"Who is that?"
"Lando Calrissian."

"We have been recalled back to the wormhole," John Lorenz explained to the command staff of the Corellia. "With Commander George gone, Admiral Shims gave me Command of the task force."
The Chief Security Oficer, Captain Frost, spoke up, saying "What can we do at the wormhole? I thought it was suicide trying to return to J'P'Tan."
"It is, but we believe another portal has been found by the Empire and must lie on te galactic fringe."
"The Corellia is equiped with strong censors," explained Laforge, "We should be able to detect any subspace activity on the fringe."
"Then let's get moving. Helm, set a course for Deep Space 15, and lets get this show on the road."
As soon as the command was issued, the large violet ship begab to lumber away from the Deneb debris field. The other rescue ships flew out of its way, and the blue hot hyperdrive of the Corellia began to heat up. Within seconds, the ship was lightyears away from the Deneb disaster.
Suddenly, the Corellia was pulled out of hyperspace. The ship came to a violent stop, throwing most of the bridge crew out of their seats, and caused several areas of the onbridge computer system to erupt in a shower of sparks and flames.
Lorenz was so startled by the emergence that he immediately entered a red alert status.
"What the hell just happened? Get me a visual on screen!"
The bridge power took a few seconds to restore itself, thanks to the emergency power reroute initiated by LaForge. The crew recovered, some of them being taken to the medical deck. The main viewscreen booted back up, showing the logo of the Alliance, then switched to the default forward view.
"Scanners online now, Commander Lorenz."
The view showed a large group of Imperial Star Destroyers emerging from Hyperspace, led by a lone Interdictor crusier.
"An Imperial task force...its happening now..." John's expression changed from alert to stern worry.
"Get Captain Sika's ship out now! The Imperial invasion of the galaxy has begun!"
The Imperial task force continued to grow. As the Corellia began to engage the lead Star Destroyers, many other Imperial ships were warping in. Within ten minutes, there were nearly a thousand Imperial capital ships, including Imperial Star Destroyers, Victory Star Destroyers, Nova class warships, as well as other smaller dreadnaughts.
The invasion had indeed begun.

"Get our engines online, reroute all non-essential power to the shield and weapon systems."
Ben Sika began to start the Pennsylvania's departure, and John Matheews issued the Red Alert command. Galbraith and Goodwin ran to the nearest gun stations, gearing up to battle their way out of the system.
"Damn," said Brenton, "We will never make it to Vulcan if this invasion has started. Command is going to reroute us to the front instead."
"I alread took the liberty of sending a message to your master, Ignatious," Sika commed him, "She will meet us at Ross 128, if we get out of here alive."
"Ross 128?" Max asked, almost paniced, "That system has been abondoned since the Shivan Incursion. Surely we won't go out of our way to get her there?"
"If you have a safer place at this time, Commander Goodwin, tell me now."
"Never mind that, Captain," Brenton inturrupted, "Get us off this ship and into hyperspace"
Brenton saw out his window the view of hundreds of people running around the Corellia's docking bay, preparing for battle again. As the ship took off, it slowly began to slide out the bay clearing. Suddenly, a large turbolaser volly hit the bay, vaporizing it instatly.
"Holy shit!" a gunner next to him commed, "The whole bay is gone. That could have been us!"
Brenton, pausing to mourn the loss of the entire bay staff, put on his headset.
The battle had completely surrounded the Corellia, which was fighting strong, but still getting overwhelmed by the sheer amount of Imperial ships.
"Captain," Matheews said, "The outsystem vector we have is blocked. The Interdictor was taken out, but we won't get past that brigade of Novas. I recommend we head toward Mobius, which would need us to take a path through the city to the other side of the ship."
"Acknowledged, take us in."
The city was also littered with Star Destroyers, shooting anything trying to take off and leveling buildings. Galbraith gave the firing order, "Hammer down!" and the battle began.
"Damn I'm good," Max said as he shot down another fighter. "How many you at Brenton"
Brenton smiled at Max's initiative at beating him. "I'm at seven. You are too slow Max!"
"I don't think so, I've gotten sixteen."
Max was unleashing his quad laser onto the battlefield as the Pennslvania swirved in and out of the bulidings. Soon, the ship had taken out a Star Destroyer and reached the otherside of the Corellia.
"Get us out of here, Sika!" Goodwin yelled as he took down another fighter.
And as if Sika was one step ahead of him, the starstreak of hyperspace surrounded the ship.

"Damn, every time we try to do something nice, we get attacked"
Lando Calrissian spoke hap hazzardly as the Millenium Falcon took off from the South City. Jim, who asked to fly the ship, took off toward the outer system and began the hyperspace jump coodinates. Suddenly, an Alliance ship roared overtop of them, entering hyperspace nearly two clicks in front of them.
Chewbacca howled in fright as Jim spun the Falcon out of the ships slipstream. "Who was that?" Han asked as he entered the bridge.
"It was the Pennsylvania," Jim said with wonder. "I don't know why it was heading out that way, the only system out there is Mobius."
"Can't worry about it now, set course for Alpha Centuari. We can't let ourselves be traced."
Jim hit the nav computer's engage button, sending the Falcon into hyperspace.