The victorious Cerberus fleet barreled down on the polluted planet of Bracca the debris of destroyed imperial warships still glowing and sparking with occasional arcs of electricity from destroyed ships systems that still had power. Greg watched the reports stream in as the fifty fighters they had left started swatting barge after barge that they discovered as those numbers soared as did the number of destroyed Viper probe droids.

A short text message came from the primary Munificent frigate,

The salvage guild is jammed and so are any imperials on the planet. You should also know this level of jamming our own communications can be iffy. But the imperials will have no idea of whats happening here.

With every report of destroyed Salvage guild barges and viper more reports were coming in of Republic ships all over the planet as far as they could see in some areas were other ships but there had to be hundreds of Republic warships if not thousands here.

"We don't have enough droids…" Greg muttered

Major Brian Christensen the Alligenses normal commanding officer looked over Gregs shoulder at his words reading over the unfinished report

"418 Venators, 925 Dreadnaught, 615 Acclamators, 1,124 Arquitens, 6,158 Pelta frigates.." he trailed off as the count changed constantly adding more to the list of numbers and classes as they were found. "Your right Greg, we didn't bring enough."

Greg snaps out of it and starts passing orders

"Find the fuel bunkers i doubt they drained every ship on the planet waiting to drain them as they stripped them down. The ships that are fueled and flightworthy are to take off immediately with a minimum crew aboard they are not to wait and jump immediately for Dornea. All ships that have hangers will be loaded with ships and other equipment lets get a move on!"

Greg watched as transponder after transponder came alive as ships were activated of all classes

RNS Vindicator
RNS Nemesis
RNS Gladiator
RNS Juggernaut

Ships of every type from all over the planet began taking off heading towards orbit dozens of Venators, Acclametor's, Arquintens, Dreadnoughts, Carrack's and dozens of others. The planet itself seemed to ripple as dozens of ships jumped one after the other as they cleared the outer reaches of the atmosphere.

Greg felt a sense of relief as each ship jumped away it only made sense to have them jump away rather then keep them here with skeleton crews aboard if the empire showed up they wouldn't stand a chance with so few aboard.

Occasionally somewhere on the planet a brief alarm would sound before getting cut off as ships or ground forces encountered Salvager personnel and the alarm died just as quick as they did. After nearly a hour small patches of the polluted soil could be seen not covered in ships or storage containers containing equipment already pulled from ships.

Greg grinned as the last of nearly two hundred ships that looked to of been flown to the planet and left to sit as the crew disembarked that just needed to have a quick safety check done before they could take off and jump. Every ship after this would require a growing amount of checks and occasional bits of maintenance depending on how long they had been siting there.

Greg looked at the roster of the first two hundred warships

28 Venators

78 Acclametors

38 Arquintens

40 Dreadnoughts

18 Carracks

A few more hours of this maybe a day on the outside and the Doreans would have the firepower to fight the empire on their own without help from hundreds of tiny rebel cells. The moment they were converted to Dornea standard beware Empire.

Hours passed with a few dozen more ships smaller escorts this time instead of the Capital and bigger escorts had taken off and jumped away. Greg could feel anxiety building with every passing minute knowing the empire could drop out of hyperspace at anytime if the guild or any imperial managed to get off a message before the jamming was fully in place.

Greg watched as another handful of ships took off at the same time they like all the others were stuffed to the hatches with everything they could load from the ships that were too stripped to even bother with and the massive warehouses storing parts.

As time continued to pass and ships leaving slowed down to a crawl he looked at the mission clock that started the moment they dropped in and saw six hours had passed. Major Christensen could feel it too "its too quiet."

Agreed" Greg replied walking over to the pit he crouched looking at the Dark skinned Christophsis woman at the communications "make a general announcement all ground side parties are to focus on whatever ships they can get off the ground and into hyperspace in the next four hours once that time is up we are leaving."

The woman looked confused but nodded with a "Yes Sir"

Over the next hour Greg watched as repair and maintenance checks that had been going on over thousands of ships as millions of droids were reallocated to hundreds as droid power was reorganized and focused.

There was a small increase of ship launches as more hands on fewer ships sped up the checks and maintenance. With less then a million droids left and nearly a thousand warships already secured Greg was pleased maybe if time allowed he would start caniblizing the crews of Cerberus ships to get a few…."

Greg's thoughts are interupted as alerts sounded and the tactical officers voice calls out "Imperial Gozanti dropped out of hyperspace" followed a moment later by "he is just outside of weapons range."

Before anyone can say anything the Gozanti does a hard about face and goes to full sublight the squadron of Tri fighters the fleet had kept on CAP or Combat Air Patrol darts in to engauge. But before they are even halfway there the Imperial ship jumps to lightspeed.

Greg turns to the Navagational officer "where is the closest imperial staging ground that would most likely still have imperial ships?"

The navagational officer looks at her charts "just over a parsec imperial reinforcements will be here in less then a hour if they have any."

Greg looked at the mission timer as it ticked over to eight hours and fifteen minutes "we are leavinjg in thirty minutes pass the word to all forces to prepare to jump what ships are being worked on on the surface?"

A man in the pit stood and handed a data pad up for Greg "I have the updated list here sir it updates every ten minutes."

Greg nodded and leaned down taking the pad with a word of thanks.

Looking at the pad Greg saw a list of eleven ships with time estimates next to them

RWS Valor -Dreagnaught heavy cruiser- 20min
RWS Retribution-Thranta class cruiser-10min
RWS Democracy-Venator 2hr
RWS Republic -Venator 2hr
RWS Senate-Venator-2hr
RWS Congress-Acclamator-1hr
RWS Constitution- Acclamator-1hr
RWS Parlament Arquitens-2hrs
RWS Anooba- Carrack-3hrs

RWS Mynock-Consular- 1hr

RWS Fyrnock-Concular- 1hr

Greg jumped down so he was standing right behind the man "Discontinue work on the Parlament, Anooba, Mynock, and Fyrnock and put all of your effort into the three Venators we will be leaving in forty five minutes."

The man nodded and started typing out orders Greg turned his attention back to the fleet debating to prepare for combat or be ready to jump the moment the last six ships exited Braccas atmosphere deciding it would be better to be ready to flee the moment the enemy arrived.

As the minutes ticked slowly down Greg kept his eyes locked on the pad as first one then three then all six ships lifted from the ground. Greg face took on a nervous but predatory grin knowing they would be gone before the empire arrived Greg's grin was cut off as alarms started screeching from all over the bridge

"Ships emerging from hyperspace!" a tactical officer screamed from the pit.