"Alright, if we're going to find your mother, we need to find out where she is," Coran said, glancing out at the white lines that reminded him they were still in hyperspace. Coran was obviously anxious, since he has not seen Jacella since Jason was born. He still remembers her as the young beauty.

"We'll try her comm. channel when we arrive over Corellia," Jason replied, taking Coran out of the nostalgic moments. Jason, however, had visited Jacella whenever he was on Corellia. She always had some stuff that she had looted to give him.

"Jason, again, you don't think enough. The blockade will pick up our transmission."

"Damnit. Alright, when we get planet side, we'll buy a comlink, get to her frequency, and try to contact her."

"Well, I can't think of anything else besides that."

"Alright, then that's our plan."

"No, it isn't."

"What the fuck else is wrong with it then? You just said it was fine!"

"It would look bad for two imperial officers to just buy a comlink."

"Then you make the plan, since you're the fucking genius here."

"I'm just the pilot," Coran said with a sheepish grin.

"Now I know why so many people hate their dads."

"I do have a suggestion Jason."

"And what's that?"

"Steal one off of a citizen." Jason looked at him, puzzled. "If we steal one off of a citizen, it's like military requisitioning."

"Oh. That's a pretty good plan, just figure that out?"

"No, that was part of the plan from the start."

"Let's see you get smug in combat. You are the one that I have to pull by the shirt collar when you are being shot at."

"But that's the only thing you are, Jason, a soldier."

"And that's the only thing you're not."

"In my younger days, you should have seen me."

"Yeah, I heard about your younger days."

"What have you heard?"

"That girl before mom? The dark Jedi girl?"

"Yes, her, I remember. She was not really a dark Jedi as much as she was a seductress."

"I still can't believe she thought you were a Jedi Knight."

"Me neither," Coran said as a light on the console began to flash. "We're coming out of hyperspace; the moment of truth is upon us," Coran said as he sat attentively at the controls. Jason sat up straight in his chair. He saw the rare image of two star destroyers in front of him, both facing the planet. Coran looked at Jason, then back at the console, silently sighing relief. Coran didn't want Jason to know that he actually was a Jedi.

Both of them were sweating bullets as they looked at the two star destroyers. The comm. system light blinked on, and Coran pressed the button. An Imperial officer's voice came through, "Shuttle, send us your codes and tell us your business here."

Jason pressed the buttons on the keypad and said, "This is shuttle Cruis, we are here on classified business."

"I have clearance, tell me what the business is."

"I have a squad of dark troopers, and we are apprehending a criminal by the name of Jacella Black."

"Do you need assistance?"

"We do not need any more back up, but," Jason had an idea, "if you could lock onto her frequency and send it to our GPS, we could find her easily."

"We can do that."

"Thank you sir. We will send the frequency now."

"How did you acquire such a frequency?"

Jason's heart sank, he needed a story quick, "When we tried to apprehend her before, she had got into our comm. systems, and sent us messages. We found her frequency, and sent it to the databanks." Coran looked at Jason, impressed. Jason was sweating like a stuck pig.

"We have locked onto her signal. We are sending it to you now."

"Thank you sir," Coran closed down the transmission. Jason sat down, breathing heavily.

"Well, we weaseled our way out of that one," Coran said, breaking the silence."

"We need to do this quick though."

Coran guided the shuttle down onto the provided landing pad in Kor Vella. They all got out and Coran gave them a quick lesson on Imperial ground formations and other manners of a dark trooper. "Dad," Jason said, "you go back into the ship, I can do this myself."

"You've had less exposure to the Imperial way as I have, let me go."

"Dad, I need to do this on my own."

"Alright, I'll stay," Coran said as he walked back onto the ship.

Jason took the GPSR off his belt and looked at it; she was just outside of the city. It would be very easy. "Let's move out troops! Follow me, alternate position two-row column formation.

Jason led the troops out of the base and into the city. It was a quiet day, or, it seemed quiet for the people that hid in their houses. They quickly left the city and out onto the plains, where a number of rebels were surrounding them.

"So, a few Imperials out for a walk, eh?" The supposed leader said.

"I say we leave them naked to run through the city," one rebel said, poking his rifle at Jason.

"You really don't want to do that," Jason said.

"And why not?"

"We aren't with the empire." All the rebels laughed. "Seriously, we are with you guys." They laughed harder.

"You're funny, but we're deadly criminals."

"So am I."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, have you ever heard of the Black family?"

"Yeah the dad is a crime boss, he holds an Imperial death sentence, the mom is a bounty hunter and she's wanted dead o' alive, and the son is a shit-for-brains gangster with half a mind to shoot a pistol at any living thing."

Jason started to laugh. They both walked in for a hug. "Where the fuck have you been Martin?" All the troops stood down, puzzled.

"Leading this whole Corellian revolution."

"This was your master plot?"

"And your mum's," Martin said in a heavy British accent.

"Speaking of which, we were just on the way to get her."

"But who are these ass-faces?"

"Typhus' men."

"Still alive is he?"

"Yep."

"We'll leave you alone then, wouldn't want to cause a fuss. I'll send the message out to my men."

"Thanks man."

"No problem."

On the balcony of a Kor Vella hotel, the Commander of the Blockade forces stood with some macro binoculars, watching the entire exchange between the supposed Imperial and the rebel leader.

"I think the team is not what we think."

"Sir?" A lower ranked officer queried.

"I am ordering the entire Imperial Blockade force to attack those forces, send a message out to the ships; we cannot risk alerting the ground forces."

"Yessir," the lesser ranked officer said, walking off.