Jymn looked at the pirate and smiled "why would I do that?" he said, almost with a tone of indifference.

"Because, Commander, you and the Leviathan have run out of luck. I, hold all the cards. Your ship is damaged, you are outnumbered, and I just played my trump card. Surrender, you have no choice. I really hope you do Commander, it would be a pity to destroy such a fine pirate vessel like yours." Jymn grimaced, Stark had hit a nerve. Jymn was fiercely proud of the big L and her record. For the past year and a half, Jymn and the Leviathan had attacked Confederacy freighters carrying war supplies. They had also attacked a few space stations that aided the Separatists. But they weren't pirates, they were raiders, pirates took the supplies and used it for their own gain, like Stark. Raiders, did it to hurt the enemy, Stark was probably making millions off of the war, Jymn hadn't made a thing, other than a reputation. "You have five minutes to decide Commander. Surrender or die" and Stark closed the channel.

Jymn knew he had to think, and fast, if he didn't, they would all die. He opened a channel to Zeta who was in the Hanger, readying the boarding party, "how many of the ground pounders are going to be left behind?" Zeta replied that more then half would be, to many for Jymn's plan. "Okay, get them out of those gunships. I want all two thousand of them to have Zero-G boarding gear on and formed up in the hanger." Zeta responded with a yes sir even though he had no idea what Jymn was thinking. Jymn turned to Onasi "Assemble eight hundred of the crew in the hanger who could run this ship by themselves or have any knowledge of CIS designs. Then have the rest of the crew report to the escape pods." Onasi also replied with a yes sir as well. Jymn then talked to the fighter control bridge and had all fighters return to near the ship.

Stark stared out of the large glass view-ports that gave the spire its grand view. His ship had moved above and to the side of the Star Destroyer and was facing the opposite way. He didn't expect the clone captain to surrender, unless the ship was damaged worse than it appeared. He expected them to do something, but not what happened. He had been watching as the Leviathan's large dorsal hanger doors had opened and the surviving fighters slowly circled over it. Stark was delighted of this because it meant that the Leviathan would give up.

Then the unexpected happened. Suddenly the fighters stopped their lazy circling and rushed all around Stark's cruiser. Stark was in the process of telling the bridge to pass the order to fire when he saw thousands of white specks emerge from the Leviathan's hanger. Stark couldn't identify them at first, then he realized that they were clone troopers, all intent on boarding his ship. Then Stark was bewildered because he saw the escape pods launch. His immediate thought was "WTF?" but he said it out loud, and didn't say the words, just the letters. Then he was confused even more when the Gunships launched out of the Leviathan's hanger. The final surprise made him want to get into the fetal position and cry.

Jymn watched from his starfighter as the Leviathan was abandoned. Once the final gunship and escape pod had left the ship it slowly accelerated towards its death. The ships massive engines were at full power and slowly the Leviathan gained speed. It was headed straight at the pirate station. When the Leviathan had built up its full speed, Jymn watched as the emergency thrusters fired, doubling the ships speed, as it hurtled towards its own destruction. Finally Jymn witnessed the ships final moment. Jymn saw it in slow motion. The Leviathan's bow crumpled inward, but the inertia drove it into the station so all that was visible was the last two hundred meters. Then the Leviathan's self destruct created a massive fireball that consumed the ship and station. Jymn saluted the five hundred crew who had died in the battle and whose funeral pyre had completed their mission. Now all that was left was survival.

At full speed, Jymn went right at the Cruisers hanger, a voice in his head told him he wouldn't have enough room to decelerate and would smash himself into a thousand pieces. Jymn smiled though. He pressed a button on his panel that shut off his engines. Then he pulled the control straight back and to the right so that he was now traveling backwards at 20,000 kilometers an hour. Then he switched the engines back on and the speed indicator on the control panel indicated 0 just as the fighter was a meter from the wall of the cruisers hanger, but Jymn wasn't even in it to see that. He had already jumped out and was busy mowing down a squad of battle droids as the first gunships entered the hanger. When Jymn had finished dealing with the droid squad he walked over to the nearest gunship, which Onasi had just came out of. "Onasi, have your engineers start towards the engine room and take the bridge crew and secure the bridge. I'll meet you their in a while. Zeta is coordinating the compartment takeover, just concern yourself with the important systems." Jymn then walked towards a door in the rear of the hanger and went through it, leaving Onasi to wonder what mad scheme his boss was up to now.

After crying for a minute, Stark finally contacted the bridge and asked them for a status report. The clones had boarded the ship and were already close to the bridge. Then the last thing Stark expected happened, and no, Yoda didn't appear suddenly and tell him to join the dark-side because of the cookies they have, the doors, to which he was the only one with the password, opened, "OMG" Stark thought, and said.

Commander Jymn walked nonchalantly into the room. "I just wanted to tell you in person, your fired," Then Jymn fired his pistol twice, into Stark's chest. Then he walked over and knelt next to Stark, who had collapsed backwards, and was flat on his back. "Any last words pirate?" Jymn asked, barely a hint of compassion in his voice.

Stark coughed up some blood, Jymn expected Stark to spit it on him, not ask him to do something "In my chamber are two data chips. One contains the deed to the planet we are over. The second contains data required to access an account of mine with nearly a billion credits in it. I want you to take them both." Stark began to cough up blood, "and take my rancor leather Jacket, I knew I should of worn it today." Then Stark coughed up more blood and became still.

Jymn and closed Stark's eyes, "very well, I will do as you request. You died with honor." Jymn didn't know why Stark wanted him to have the items because he had no use for money, or a planet. When Jymn took the jacket, he could see why Stark wanted him to have it. It was a chocolate brown pilot's jacket that Jymn could tell was of very high quality rancor leather. Jymn never really felt comfortable out of his armor, but he knew rancor leather, especially high quality leather, could deflect powerful blaster bolts. Jymn put the data chips in a container on his belt and put the Jacket over his left arm. Then he took the turbo-lift down and walked to the bridge that had been secured by clone's already. "Well, Zeta, Onasi, what's the status?" Jymn asked them as he looked out the forward windows.

Onasi reported that the fighters were able to quickly finish off the rest of the pirate fleet with minimal casualties, and that their new ship was fully operational. "Sir, the boarding action went as perfectly as planned." Zeta reported " It took exactly eight minutes and forty five seconds to secure the entire ship. No KIA's, forty seven walking wounded, we have set up an aid station in the main hanger. The gunships are going to start making runs down to the planet to retrieve the crew that went down in the pods." Zeta then paused. "Sir, I don't know how to say this. That was an amazing maneuver you pulled off. We would have all died, or worse, be captured."

"Not a bad result," Jymn spoke then thought to himself "Mission accomplished, a planet, a bunch of money I can't use, and a nice Jacket, all for my ship" then out loud again, "not a bad result."