" Do you think we will find that Sienar guy? I mean the Heir system is large and I mean large. "

The Sith was busy with flying the shuttle and so she only raised one eyebrow: " Of course we will find this merchant. "

Fjap wasn’t convinced: " You know how important this is for me... "

" Oh Fjap, stay cool please. You drive me crazy. I already told you will get these things back. " Steel sounded a bit angry now and Fjap knew it’s better to shut up with that theme for now.

He changed the topic: " When we will arrive in Heir? " In this moment the shuttle came out of the hyper space.

Steeler smiled: " Voila, welcome in Heir. "

In the meantime on board of the Wanderer, The commander of the other vessel informed Ginyard that they are in the Remraf system. Meister P knew this system from his past: " Well Gin, now we have a problem. Remraf is one of the most loyal rebel systems in the Outer Rim. We will not find a hyperdrive for the Diablo here, no way. "

Gin replied, " Are you sure? The Alliance uses this frigate type also. "

" With modifications, yes. But a rebel hyperdrive will not fit in our Diablo, believe me. "

Ginyard sighed: " Well, no hyperdrive then. We have to fly into another system, maybe one of the neighbourhood systems. "

Meister: " Nah, this area is really loyal against the damned rebels. "

" Damn! " Shouted Gin: " Let’s change the plan. Dr, don’t you need some parts for your ship too? "

Dr who was quiet till now: " Oh yes, these damned rebels damaged my Sklave One with their attack too. I need some smaller parts, like relays for the engines. "

Ginyard nodded: " Listen following plan change. We order the parts for the Sklave, you two return then to the Diablo and inform the Commodore where we are. The rebels must not be allowed to find our Diablo. We haven’t much time, in fact time is critical. Then you search for our missed XO. I will search for an hyperdrive by my own and be sure of it I will find one."

At the same time in Tralus, The leaders of the resistance group still were still waiting for the Phoenix Squad. Raven sighed: " In meantime the Diablo should be there without any question. I don’t like that this mission took such a long time. "

Her husband Shawn replied: " Me neither. I’m sure something went wrong. Well I know it because I don’t feel the presence of Meister or of the Sith. In fact I never felt the force surge when the Sith arrived here, normally I feel the presence of the dark side. I got a very bad feeling."

Raven: " Before we continue with guessing what’s happened I would say we send an scout to this outpost. Then we know exactly what happened. "

Back to Heir. After a short search Fjap and Steeler found the Trade Company called Prophets. There they got the information that Sienar was on a trip and it would take a while until he would return. Fjap sat in the shuttle hangar very depressed: " We will never find the pink things or at least we will never get them back, no way. "

Steeler’s answer: " Of course we will find them. Have a little more faith in you Fjap. "

The Chief Pilot: " Well, anyway at least we have tried it. I think you should return to the Diablo soon. I will try to get the pink things back by my own. You spent enough time with the search together with me. "

" We are friends remember that. But I have to agree I must return to the Diablo. "

Fjap nodded: " I will wait here, you can take the shuttle with you. Rookie wanted it back anyway and when the time is come I’m sure I will find a new transport possibility. "

The NCp smiled: " Thank you Fjap. I’m sure this problem is sorted out very soon and I’m also sure you will get the help of the Phoenix squad again. I get such a feeling. "

A few hours later in Remraf. Ginyard found the next trade station where they got the parts for the Sklave and two old and used Z 95 Headhunter. Gin: " OK, you two fly back to the Diablo and inform Rookie then find our XO. I will go to the Heir system not far away. I heard there is a trade company called Prophets selling all legal and illegal things. I think when I will get a hyperdrive for our Diablo then in Heir. "

Meister had to agree: " Well Heir yes. One of the most ugly places in the galaxy but there you get nearly everything. You know an hyperdrive will be expensive and alone you can’t free it. "

Ginyard smiled: " Well, first I have the golden credit card from Rookie, second I’m Ginyard TR, I can free everything even when I’m alone. "

Steeler took the shuttle and was on the way to Aurora Prime where the main base of the Infiltrator Wing is located. She contacted Flatface once more: " Ok, I have left the squad and I’m on my way to the hidden base of the Infiltrators. Nice fake identity you gave me. I have to start as lowly pilot recruit again, these were the days. "

Flatface looked around in a hectic way then he lowered his voice: " Listen Steel, I was forced to convince you to leave Phoenix. Don’t ask me why, but be warned for the Dark Brotherhood. They are behind you. "

The Sith closed her eyes for a second: " I can imagine. They already tried to convince me to join them. They failed and since then we aren’t the best friends. "

Flatface sighed: " They have my family, and also Flamestrike's. When we both don’t do what they want our families are dead, please forgive us. "

" There is nothing we have to forgive you. But now I know what I have to do... instead of joining the Infiltrators I will look if I can get yours and FS's family back. "

Flatface smiled: " I knew you would say this, but there is something more to tell. I know these bastards are hunting for Desmoquattro and his family also for Rookies family. "

The Sith pinched her eyes and again Flatface saw the metallic glitter in her eyes showing that the force was active: " This I can’t allow. This must be avoided without any question. "


In the meantime two Z ´s arrived at the Diablo. Commodore Rookie: " Damn these rebel scum found us. This time they will be victorious I fear. "

But it was Dr's voice coming out of the com system: " Big surprises Rookie, its Meister and myself. We have some news. "

Amber answered: " Well, I already thought I would end as prisoner in a rebel base, brrr. Come in you two and next time don’t scare us so much. "

Dr and Meister landed into the main hangar where Rookie already was waiting: " Ok gents, I hope you have good news for me. "

Meister shook his head: " Sadly no. We are in Remraf, deep Outer Rim space and most important very loyal against the rebellion. I think we know what this means if the Rebs will find us here. "

The Commodore sighed: " That’s indeed bad news. I guess you haven’t found an new hyperdrive now? "

Dr answered: " Nope but Gin is working on it. I will repair the Sklave and then Meister and myself will fly to Kashyyyk to interview Desmo, maybe he knows where Steeler is. "

" Kashyyyk? Why Kashyyyk? " Asked Rookie but he already noticed the answer by himself: " DOH! She’s together with Fjap and Fjap wanted to visit Desmo, doh once more. It is so easy... "

Meister answered: " This was the best possibility to leave the Diablo unnoticed. "

" True, very true. Then let’s go! " Replied the SL.

The Sklave jumped into hyperspace, Meister P and the Doc were heading to Kashyyyk. P switched on his diary again.

"ENTRY STARTED - TIME PERIOD: WOW XXII -day four


These days remind me of the years before TFA, travelling through the outer rim in a ship that is almost falling apart, a former owner even left a sticker in the cockpit saying "SOLO BEWARE!" Wait there is an alert.... *The sound when someone is kicking a computer*...ok Doc seems to have fixed it. It was a real miracle that the engineers and Dr fixed this ship. No this is no ship, it’s a flying wreck, even when Dr will kill me if he hears that. I hope Gin has more luck with the hyperdrive than we have with this ship. Well, it’s better than travelling in headhunters.

Well there is not much to say. Only one thing: I hope they said Desmo where they went...

END OF ENTRY"

Fjap stood alone and watched Steeler fly away. He hated to see her go because it would be nice to have her around to squeeze info out of that merchant that bought the pink things. Well he'd have to do it the old fashioned way, by force and later by begging. Fjap returned to the small room he had and settled down to wait for the merchant to return home. Steeler had greased the hand of a assistant so that they would know the minute he got back. He sat down and watched a very boring holodrama that was the only thing the small holoprojector was attuned to. After a few hours Fjap was seriously thinking about killing himself out of sheer boredom the Holonet rang. It was the assistant saying that the merchant was setting down on the planet and if Fjap hurried he'd catch him in his shop after half an hour. Fjap ran out, hailed a hovercab and sped towards the shop. When he arrived the assistant greeted him and said:

"He's in the storage, but there are two 'business' associates with him. I suggest you wait a bit"

"Wait?!? No way, not any longer. I spent far too much time watching some holoseries and I must say that this planet manufactures the most boring recreational Holoseries in the whole Galaxy. It even makes Imperial Propaganda interesting and exiting. In fact I'm gonna suggest to the next Imperial officer I can lay my hands on that 'The Gold and the Dutiful' will become a standard torture technique." Fjap turned away from the assistant and headed for the storage. When he came into the rather large warehouse he walked amongst the big crates, trying to find the merchant. He heard some voices and when he got closer he could make out what they were saying.

"Listen mate, I suggest you contact your people and get the deal moving. We're not waiting another moment. We want the bounty hunter on this Fjap's tail with in a week."

Fjap stopped cold in his steps. He risked a glance around the crate he was standing behind and saw the two, bit chubby persons that had put a blaster in his face, not so long a go. They were talking to a man clad in large colourful robes and Fjap assumed that this was the merchant he was looking for. The merchant bowed slightly and held out his hands.

"There are some things that prevent me from assisting you immediately. You see the bounty hunter is demanding more credits. I’m afraid that the price has gone up a bit and it sits now at 4000 ImpCreds." Fjap felt a small tug of pride in his chest. Someone was actually paying 4000 Credits for him. "Alive that is. If dead then it is 1000 Credits." Fjap hoped that the fat men weren't cheap as well as bastards.

"4000 ImpCreds and 1000 dead?? We'll pay 2000 for him alive and 500 dead." Oh well, thought Fjap, I should have known. Then the irony of it all struck him. The heavy men were dealing with the man that bought the pink things from Desmo and did know where to find them, to find Fjap that they suspected knew where the pink things were. He was about to step forward and maybe earns some goodwill with the Cholesterol-Killers when blaster fire rained down on the trio that stood on the floor. On top of a stack of craters stood a figure clad in a armour of some kind bearing a helmet with narrow slits and a antenna on the side of his head and Fjap's heart turned in to the jelly version of a Findaan watch. (There are six Findaan seconds in a standard time second. Time really flies on Findaan and almost all diseases are stress related there) Then he relaxed, Boba Fett would never steep as low as 4000 credits for a hunt. The figure on the crates finally managed to shoot the merchant and that confirmed Fjap's thoughts. Then the figure jumped ungracefully down, landed with a grunt and stepped into the light. It was not Fett but the resemblance was striking. The not-so-slim Fat boys pulled their own blasters and aimed at the figure.

"Stay right where you are Fett"

Fett?!? Thought Fjap, they actually think this is Boba Fett. Boy they are really, really stupid and they sure think they are some big time hotshots if they think Boba Fett is going to even look in their direction.

"Relax and put down your blasters. I can kill you by the twitch of my eye but that is not why I’m here." The voice was raspy and the breath regulator hiss-clicked after each sentence. "You want to find a person and I am a bounty hunter. My college sent me after he got shot during a job. This man" -and he kicked the still smoking corpse of the merchant- "tried to stiff him when it came to payment and then shaved at least half of the money for that particular job. Now I'm offering my service to you but I warn you I'm not cheap. 7000 Creds and I bring him alive, I always do.

Fjap strained to suppress the laughter. This 'Boba Fett' was probably the bounty hunter that the merchant knew about and he had probably been swindled on one time too many. When he looked back around the corner he heard that they were settling for 5000 credits for him. Well, well this might be interesting. Fjap's spirit lifted because soon he'd be free of the death mark on him and he'd never have to worry about the pink things again.

A few hours later on board of the El Pollo Diablo. The crew worked really hard to repair some major damages especially the normal engines. Even the Commodore worked like berserk at the nav computer but he hadn’t much success, too much damage.

Chief Pilot Akkon joined him: " Rookie Sir, I want to volunteer to repair the nav computer. Also I think I can repair the com system when I have enough time. "

The SL of the Phoenix squad looked up: " Every help would be nice, Akkon. We need really every hand when we want to survive. Remraf isn’t a very friendly place for us loyal imperials. "

The Chief Pilot nodded: " I don’t want to imagine what these rebels would do with us when they find us here. Better I don’t dare to imagine what they would do with us... "

" It can’t be much worse than in Tralus, Akkon. "

" Oh, I’m sure it can be much worse, I’m absolutely sure. " replied Akkon and started to work at the nav computer too.

At the same time on board of the Titan, still no life signs from the Diablo. Fossa is most concerned about this, it’s absolutely not the usual way of Rookie. Normally he reported in at least every second day but now there was silence since over 5 days. The Vice-admiral wasn’t a big help anyway. In fact Fossa was concerned about the behaviour of the wing commander too. Flamestrike seemed to be distracted. Sometimes he stopped to talk immediately without any reason and only stares at something with an empty look in his eyes. Something seemed to concern the wing commander but always when Fossa asked what the reason is he only got a harsh answer. Somebody knocked on his door:

" Enter! " Fossa yelled.

Lieutenant Commander Drice stepped into the WCXO office: " Sir, you asked for me? "

Fossa nodded: " Take a seat Drice. I have an order for the Talon... "

Fossa himself stood up and came around his desk: " Listen Drice, our wing commander must NOT know about what we are talking. Is this clear? "

The XO of the Falcon squadron was very surprised: " Why Flamestrike must not know what we are talking about? "

Fossa’s reply: " No questions Drice, simply listen. I want that the Talon follows the Diablo in the Tralus system. We lost the contact to them for 5 days now. I don’t want to risk to lose a frigate by an senseless order of Flamey. Find them Drice! You and Nunot you are the only two who know the Tralus system already. You have your orders.. dismissed! "

Drice nodded: " I will find my former squadron. But when the Talon flies away Flamey will ask what our aim is... "

Fossa: " That’s my problem. I already made some fake orders for you. "

Again a few hours later on board of the Diablo. Akkon really managed it to get the nav computer working together with Rookie, but still no normal engines. Now the Chief Pilot started to work on the com system. Rookie was glad he has another engineer in his crew and Akkon was a really good one. The Commodore couldn’t imagine something Akkon wasn’t able to repair when he has enough time. Rookie hoped to contact the Wing and get help from them. He has no idea how long Ginyard would need to get a new hyperdrive. Also he asked himself if Akkon maybe was right but on the other hand Flamey was his old friend. And the third thing what concerned him was if Dr and Meister would ever return from their search for Steeler. Why the life of an Squadron leader could never be an easy one?

The Talon arrived at the Tralus system in the meantime and started the search for the Diablo. Some hours went over and there was simply nothing, no imperial ship. Not even a lousy rebel patrol could be find and so Drice decided it would be the best to contact the resistance group. He took his new TA and flown to the hidden base to meet Raven leader of the resistance group.

She was surprised to meet Drice: " Lieutenant Commander Drice I thought the Phoenixians are all missed... if not dead. "

Drice sounded shocked: " Dead? You mean all are dead? "

Raven sighed: " As far as I know they attacked an rebel outpost here in Tralus but they never came back. Our scout found wrecked pieces of the hull of the frigate. We have assumed the Diablo is lost with it’s whole crew. I guess you aren’t in Phoenix any longer or are I’m wrong? "

Drice had tears in his eyes: " I’m the XO from the Talon now, Falcon Squadron. I can’t believe that all are should be dead. "

" I disagree with Raven about it too, Drice. " Drice turned around and faced the Jedi Shawn: " I would feel when my padawan Meister would be dead but I’m sure he’s still alive. "

The XO of the Falconers felt new hope growing: " When a squad can manage to escape hopeless situations then it’s Phoenix. I will not give up the hope to find my former squad mates. Thank you anyway. I have the hard work now to explain my WCXO that Phoenix is missed in action. "

In the meantime somewhere in the hyperspace. Dr was very busy with flying the Sklave, always there was something nearly for going down. Meister was very busy with praying that the Dr would be able to hold the ship at least till Kashyyyk.

Dr got mad about Meister: " Stop that praying, you fall on my nerves, hear you? If you don’t stop that I throw you out into the hyperspace! " Meister knew how dangerous an angry Mandalorian can be and continued praying without words. In this moment there was a little explosion and one of the computer consoles broke in thousand pieces.

Meister: " What was that? "

Dr replied fast: "Unimportant system, don’t mind it. " and with a very low voice: " I hope. "

But Meister heard it: " You hope?! You only hope it! Heck you can be very optimistic you know that! "

Dr shouted back: " Shut up! I can bring us to Kashyyyk in one piece! "

But the Jedi shouted back too: " Do you know that or is this one more hope of yours?! " The Mandalorian didn’t answer.

Maybe an hour later Fossa entered Flamestrike’s office without knocking. This defect of respect even surprised Fossa himself.

Flamestrike was able to hide his surprise very fast: " Yes Fossa, what can I do for you? "

Fossa put his hands on the desk, leaned over it and looked Flamey direct in his eyes: " The Diablo is MIA, you know what this means. Rookie and his mates could be lost forever. Now explain me your order please? "

Flamey wasn’t able to look back in Fossa’s eyes: " Well when the rebels would lost Tralus to us we could slow them down. I haven’t expected that the rebels were able to replace their losses so fast. It’s very sad that we lost the Diablo but we are the navy and we are in a war. Losses are normal in a war, Fossa. "

Fossa exploded: " What?! It’s only sad?! It’s a disaster! Did you send scouts to Tralus before you send Rookie and his squad? NOPE! This lost could be avoided by a simply reckoning mission, damn Flamey what’s wrong with you? "

Flamey jumped on his feet: " More self control please, Rear Admiral! I must not justify my orders from you. I’m the wing commander and I run my wing in my way. Clear? "

Fossa never expected that FS would use his rank in that way: " Flamey please, what’s wrong? We are friends, maybe I can help you... Don’t close the door in my face. " F

lamey’s voice sounded cold and sharp: " I’m ok. But now leave me alone. " As soon as Fossa left the WC office Flamey sunk back in his chair, he knew by his own that he sent his friends maybe to their death.

At the same time the Sklave landed on Kashyyyk, Meister got a very bad feeling as he left the ship. It was too quiet, even the Dr seemed to be concerned. They walked to Desmo’s house and there they faced a few rebel soldiers. One of them had the little son of Desmo as hostage and forced the Wookie that way to stay calm. The rebel soldier smiled cruel: " I will kill your son when you don’t do what we want be sure. " His fellow rebel soldiers laughed in a dirty way. Maybe a second later this rebel shouted in deep pain and felt from the tree without Desmo’s son. Dr jumped out of his hidden place and fired his crossbow. The two rebels next to Desmo hadn’t the chance to escape. Even Meister grabbed his blaster and fired at the soldiers. Desmo himself reacted very fast to and took his family out of that battle. One of the rebel soldiers aimed at Dr but before he was able to shot a lightsaber hit him. He wasn’t able to scream before he died. Meister smiled as he saw the one in the black robe fighting on their side. The whole battle took only a few seconds then it was over. One of the rebel soldiers was able to run away but the Dr followed him. The mandalorian was better trained and got the rebel without any trouble. Then he brought him back, Desmo still under shock wanted to pull out the arms from the rebel immediately and only the united powers of the Sith and the Jedi could avoid this.

Dr shouted: " So you rebel scum who ordered to attack civilian Wookies? "

The rebel especially scared for Desmo: " Captain Savage ordered to capture the NCp and his family. "

" Why? ": asked Meister. " I don’t know it, I really don’t know it. " Now Dr had his nose full from that rebel scum and threw him down from that tree. The last thing they ever heard from this soldier was his scream.

Meister was very pale: " Savage.... and the next one will be Rookie I’m sure. " Steeler nodded and the Dr replied with only one word: " Shit. "

P was sitting outside of Desmo’s house. Steeler, Desmo and Dr worked on the slave. Meister switched on his diary.

"ENTRY STARTED -TIME PERIOD WOW XXII day five

Much has happened today. After Doc an I have reached Kashyyyk alive, we reached Desmo’s house.

Well, we haven’t been the only guests there, so we convinced the others to leave. They departed very fast. But before they left, one of them told us that our old friend Savage has ordered this visit.

And we found Steeler, well Steeler found us, but the only important thing is that we got her back.

After we helped to clean up the mess they left, the others started to repair the slave.
They think it only needs a good engineer to be repaired, well I think it needs a necromancer to do this. Okay okay Dr really loves this ship, and its not that bad, but every time it jumps into hyperspace, it seems to me that I’m going to jump and leave the ship behind. Well, the debris, but you know what I mean. But enough of this.

We got Steeler back and only this is important. She hasn’t told me why she left so quick, but I hope I can convince her to talk with me about it.

And there is something I want to mention here. I don’t think that one of the others noticed it but, when one of Desmo’s children was sneaking towards the slave, she turned around, walked to the little Wookie girl lifted it upon her shoulder and carried her back to Desmo’s wife. Well it’s quite normal when someone is doing so, but the special thing I noticed was the look on her face. It seems she really loved it. I don’t know any other Sith, but I don’t think this is something you could call "normal behaviour".

Ok this has been enough for today.

END OF ENTRY"

It was night on Kashyyyk. Desmo’s wife made an excellent meal and especially Meister ate so much that he was sick afterwards. Dr was busy with thinking what he has to repair next on the Sklave. He was still mad at the Jedi calling his ship old and shabby and at least these Jedi could manage a good Wookie meal without getting sick, well the light side was always weak. Dr would like it if he could let Meister on Kashyyyk but this was impossible. Steeler didn’t speak a word, she was quiet nearly the whole time, quieter then ever before. Desmo was most concerned about his old friend. He remembered as Steeler joined the Phoenix squad as pilot and he became her Flight leader a long time ago. Now she was the XO or maybe not anymore, Desmo couldn’t think of Steeler without being an Phoenixian. He really wanted to discuss these theme but Meister warned him with a look. Amazingly the Sith seemed to become a bit more human. Desmo saw her playing with his kids and he never saw this behaviour from the Sith before. Something was changed in comparison to former times. Also the alliance between an Sith and a Jedi was a very strange thing Desmo couldn’t explain it. The Wookie asked himself what should happen next, he had no idea who that Savage was and what he wanted from his family. Heck Desmo wasn’t in the navy anymore but his past followed him everywhere. Even here on his home planet the people looked at him more carefully then to others.

It was Steeler who interrupted his thinking and explained what should happen next: " We have a few problems right now. Listen carefully what I have to tell you now. Desmo, you and your family you leave Kashyyyk with the shuttle. You will fly to the Diablo, That’s the most save place for you right now. "

The Wookie made a weak protest try: " Kashyyyk is our home, why we should leave our home? "

Steeler: " You are in danger, in a high danger. These rebels weren’t the last guests of you, be sure. We can’t protect you here and don’t tell me you don’t need protection. You have seen today what can happen to your family, forget your Wookie pride for now and listen to an old friend. You leave Kashyyyk together with your family and fly to Rookie. I’m sure he will grant you a save place for a while till we straightened out these things. "

Desmo sighed: " Why not Flamey? The Titan is the saver place. I mean which rebel is crazy enough to enter an imperial ISD? "

Steeler waved her right hand: " Flamey himself is a problem. I know these rebel scum has his family too. "

Dr jumped on his feet: " What?! When I ever get this Savage in my hands then.... "

Steeler replied quietly: " Welcome in the row please stay behind the others. Listen Dr, you fly me to Aurora Prime. I think the Infiltrator Wing could be helpful in Remraf. We should not forget that the Diablo is a half wrecked ship too. Then you and Meister start the search for the rebel base where Savage has Flamey’s family and some others as hostages. Also try to rescue Rookies wife before Savage got her on Coruscan’t. I don’t want to risk an lonely run of our Commodore to free his wife. It would be his dead. "

At the same time on board of the El Pollo Diablo. Chief Pilot Akkon was still working at the com system but Rookie also got some good news. The technicians would able to initiate a short hyperspace jump when it would be needed and also the normal engines work with at least 50 % throttle. So the Commodore ordered to move the Diablo out of the Remraf system with normal engines. He could only hope that no rebel patrol would take notice from an war painted imperial frigate. Once again Rookie had all reason to be proud of his squadron. The pilots worked hand in hand with the crew and this was amazing for an navy ship, normally pilots stay separated but not his squadron. At this moment Akkon came into the SL office: " Good news, the com system is back. Now we can contact the wing if they can send help. "

Rookie nodded: " I’m sure Flamey will come immediately and help us out here, I’m absolutely sure. "

Akkon sighed: " Well I’m not so convinced. "

Rookie smiled: " Then stay here and FS will prove you wrong. "

A few seconds later they had a connection to the Titan.

Flamey looked surprised: " Rooks, thanks god you are alive. Where the hell are you? "

The Phoenix SL smiled: " Good to see you too Flamey. We are far away from home. We are in Remraf. "

Flamey got a bit paler: " Remraf!? "

Rookie nodded: " Remraf and we need the protection of the wing. The Diablo is damaged, we need a new hyperdrive as soon as possible. Also we have no defensive systems. So Flamey we need you here, please come over. "

The Wing commanders voice sounded very cold: " I’m sorry the wing is involved in a big operation against the rebels. I can’t sent you any help. I’m sorry but you have to handle this situation by your own now. "

" But Flamey... we are nearly dead! You can’t let us alone with this problems. Remember we are in Remraf! "

Flamestrike answered without any emotion: " I can’t help you this time, sorry. You must find a way by your own. " With these words the WC of the Wing IV finished the transmission. Rookie was unbelievable shocked about the behaviour of his best friend, he never expected that Flamey would let him down. Somebody touched his shoulder, it was Akkon: " We will manage it to escape in one piece Commodore. We are the Phoenix squad. Cheer up Rookie, when we all work together we can survive once more. "

Rookie was surprised that there was no " I - HAVE - TOLD - YOU " view in Akkon’s eyes.

The Commodore answered with a depressed voice: " Thank you for your support Akkon and for your help. I never expected Flamey would react that way. I know him since a very long time now but.... he was my Flight leader I really thought I would know him. "

Akkon: " I noticed a change in his behaviour since a while. Well and I’m a Phoenixian I ´m loyal against my squadron so no thank you needed. Now lets try to come out of the mud once more. "

At the next morning back on Kashyyyk. Desmo had prepared the shuttle for the flight to Remraf. He looked forward to meet his old friend Rookie again, oh yes the good old times. The Wookie had to smile when he listen to Meister and Dr, these two never stopped to argue about the Sklave. Desmo already felt sorry for Steeler who should life with that the whole way till Aurora Prime. Then he saw the Sith coming to him his little daughter again on her shoulders.

Desmo smiled: " Morning Steel. We are nearly ready to leave. " Steeler nodded and took the little Wookie from her shoulders. Then she opened her personal bag and took out her Concussion Riffle. Desmo hated this weapon, only Tradoshans and high ranked members of the Secret Order uses this weapon. Concussion Riffles are the most powerful guns in the galaxy but also the most dangerous ones. Desmo already saw people killing themselves with that weapon because they couldn’t handle them.

Steeler smiled: " Do me a favour Desmo. This weapon is for Rookie, he will need it. Please give him my one and please remind him to use it only when he aims at far located enemies. In closer range he should use his blaster. " Desmo wasn’t pleased about this favour, the weapon was too dangerous for him but he also knew he owns Steeler more then a favour and so he nodded. She gave him the weapon and for the first time Desmo saw the initials on the barrel: RT - SP. He wanted to ask what this means but the Sith was already gone.

At the same time on board of the Titan. Vice-admiral Flamestrike lied in his bed unable to sleep. He felt very guilty unbelievable guilty but he has to do what these rebel wants or he would lose his family. He only hoped Rookie and the other Phoenixians would understand it sometime. Then there was the expected com alert, Flamey stood up. The WC was ready to face the rebel captain.

Savage smiled cruel: " My dear Vice-admiral. I already know that the Phoenix Squad isn’t killed. So where they are located? "

Flamey felt a deep bitterness: " I have no other choice right? Well they are in the Remraf system. "

Savage looked surprised: " Remraf? That’s impossible, why is the Commodore always at a place I wouldn’t expect him. Well but this time he’s mine, it will be a pleasure to cut him in little small pieces. Muhahahaha. Thank you a lot my dear Vice-admiral. You saved the life of your family once more. "

Flamey punched his fist on the table and shouted: " I hate you! I really hate you. "

" Oh, yes you sure do. But remember what I told you, one wrong action and your family is gone. "

On board of the Sklave the fight between the Dr and Meister was gone in the next round. Dr defended his half-wrecked craft like a tiger. Meister always found something new to be concerned about. Steeler stayed outside the conversation in the most time. She concentrated her power on repairing the ship in the hyperspace together with the Dr. In that way Meister noticed that the Mandalorian wasn’t the lonely wolf he always seemed to be. He learned that the Sith and the Dr were also great friends. Only one thing was uncertain, Steeler. But always when Dr or Meister wanted to know why Steeler quitted they got no answer, also she didn’t told what her future will be. Meister followed Dr example of not pestering the Sith. Then they finally arrived at Aurora Prime where Steeler joined the Infiltrator Wing. The goodbye was a longer one then normal.

Steeler handed Dr her credit card: " Let the Sklave repair in a dock please, I will pay the bill. Also find the nasty Savage. When you find him you will have Flamey’s family and the rest of hostages too. Take care my friend. " Then she turned around to Meister and hands him some pieces of paper and a mineral: " This is the order how to create a lightsaber and this is the Adegan crystal you will need. It’s time that you get a lightsaber too. Be careful Meister, the guys we are fighting now and in the next future are very dangerous. "

Meister: " When do you return to Phoenix? Who are the guys we will fighting? "

Steeler’s reply wasn’t the expected one: " I don’t think I will return to the Phoenix squadron. This is my new assignment, the Infiltrator Wing. In the next time we will fight against the Sith of the Dark Brotherhood, very dangerous guys, we must be careful. "

Meister asked: " And you think it’s a good thing when we both are separated? You know we can beat all when we work together. "

Steeler sighed: " I will contact you later and explain all. I promise it. "

On board of the Talon. The XO got the message that he would have a guest. Raven entered his office: " Look and listen to this. This is a copy of a talk between Flamestrike and Rookie. It happened for a few hours, this means the Phoenixians are still alive. But listen at Flamestrike’s answer as Rookie begged for help. " Drice listened to the talk where FS refused his help.

Drice: " This can’t be true, Euro Wing is located in a repair dock and not involved in a battle with rebel forces... I can’t believe that! "

Raven nodded: " This is what the standing orders are. Something runs wrong here, well I let you decide what should happen next. " Drice decided to inform his SL Commander Denny and the WCXO Fossa.

Fossa reacted immediately: " The Talon has order to jump into the Remraf system and cover the Diablo. I will follow with the rest of the wing. "

At the same time the shuttle with Desmo and his family arrived at the Diablo. Rookie was very glad to see one of his best friends again but he wasn’t pleased about what happened to Desmo. " Are you sure, the rebel said Savage? "

Desmo nodded: " Yes, absolutely sure. The name was Savage but why you are so scared for him? Even Meister, Dr and Steeler seemed to be concerned... "

Rookie sighed: " This is a part of my career I would like to forget. It’s a very long story, I better give you the my report to read but remember it’s a top secret report. "

Desmo smiled: " Could you remember yourself sometimes I was long enough in this club to know what I have to do. " Rookie handed the report to Desmo and kept silence until Desmo finished reading.

The Wookie looked up: " And you really managed it to leave Tralus alive and in one piece? That’s really amazing, really it is! "

The SL of the Phoenix squad smiled: " It was an team effort. I own my squadron a lot. Now you know why Savage hates me that much. I have all reason to be concerned for my wife and my old parents. Sometimes I wish I would be so free as Steeler or Meister are without a concern about the family. "

Desmo shook his head: " This life you don’t want because it’s a lonely one believe me. Well Steeler gave me a present for you... " with these words Desmo took the Concussion Riffle out of his bag and handed it over to Rookie.

The SL looked surprised: " Her Concussion Riffle? Her beloved weapon!? What should I do with it? "

Desmo: " She said you would need it. More I also don’t know. And she said only use this weapon on large distances not on close ones and I must say I agree with that. " Rookie nodded, he doesn’t look to happy to have this weapon. Sure sometimes he dreamt of owning such a weapon but now as Steeler sent it, it was clear he has to use it in the future. Then Desmo told him that Flamey’s family was a hostage of this Savage and suddenly Rookie saw the Concussion Rifle in another point of view. Desmo also warned him to keep silence about that story with Flamey because it was not sure if Savage wouldn’t be able to listen to the com connections of the empire. Rookie could only hope Savage wouldn’t know the location of the Diablo by now. Surely it would be the end of the Ship and the crew.

On board of the Titan, Fossa was on the way to Flamestrike’s office. Fossa knew what he was planning is mutiny but he didn’t saw another way. Again he entered Flamestrike’s office without a knock. The WC stood by the window and starred into the dark space.

Fossa broke the silence and shouted: " So you already knew that the Diablo is still with us?! " Flamey turned around very slowly, a look in Fossa’s eyes taught him that his XO was very angry. Without an answer Flamey looked at the storm troopers standing behind Fossa. Fossa putted his hands on his hips: " Why we are still here in this repair dock instead of heading to Remraf to protect and cover the Phoenix squadron?! When do you want to give the order to help Rookie and his men?! "

Flamey answered quietly: " I can’t give that order. "

Fossa couldn’t believe it: " Why not? Do you want to lose the El Pollo there in Remraf?! "

FS sighed: " I can’t give that order. I have my reasons for acting like that Fossa believe me. "

Fossa’s voice was sharper then a lightsaber: " I’m not willing to lose a whole frigate when it is avoidable. Vice-admiral Flamestrike you are under arrest now until we have time for the military court who can straight out this affair. I’m taking command about the Titan from now till then. Storm troopers, do your work! "

Flamey didn’t show any resistance to his arrest, he only said: " I hope you know what you are doing Fossa. " Then the storm troopers took him to his cell. Fossa look after them, Flamey looked like a broken man now, very lonely.

Fossa could only hope he did the right one: " Course to Remraf, I can only hope we aren’t too late! Jump as soon as possible! "

At the same time on Coruscant. Meister and Dr already convinced Rookies parents to go with them. Then they walked to Rookies house. As they rang at the door nobody opened. Dr broke the door and then both stood in chaos.

Meister’s first reaction: " Oh no.... we are to late! " Dr and Meister searched in the whole house for Rookies wife but she wasn’t there.

Then Dr found a letter, he read it loud: " My dear Commodore. I’m sure you remember at my person. Now we have your wife and the next one will be you. Better you surrender to me now. You old friend Savage. "

Dr looked up real hate burned in his eyes and said: " Now it’s enough for this he will pay. "

Meister nodded: " When he harms some of the hostages he will wish that he was never born. There will no place existing in this galaxy where we wouldn’t find him. I will contact Steeler about the situation and then we fly Rookies parents to the Diablo. "

As Steeler heard the story she said only one word: " Shit. " These words seemed to become popular in the Phoenix squad in the last times.

Everything was running out of balance in this days. The rebels captured rookie’s wife and Steeler behaviour was strange. It is very hard to see things gone that way, but that all is nothing against the permanent pestering of Meister about my ship. Those damn Jedi has really no clue about good ships. He doesn’t let a chance out to hear strange sounds or to see some alert lamps blinking. Looks like he is getting really nervous in those situations.

"What was that sound?" Meister’s head came in my sight again, for the 50th time or so after we left the ground and every time, he came of the same reasons. "Those sound isn’t normal!!! What’s wrong this time?"

"Nope it isn’t, it is Rookies father. He is lying over there and snores like a Bantha." I really couldn’t imagine how a guy like Meister could become a Jedi and i bet my whole payment of one month, that he uses his force to switch on the light in the night, cause he couldn’t sleep in the dark.

"And what means this light?"

"Which one?"

"That yellow one in front of you"

"Oh, that one, its the signal lamp from the freight room. Looks like its not really closed. Please go and have a look at It."

"Me? And what happens if it open, when i control it?"

"Hmm, then we have one Jedi less in the Galaxy."

"No, i don’t go! I don’t have suicidal tendencies!"

I don’t have any problems with Meister so far, but since we both were flying together, he was really stepping on my nerves.

"Ok, you fly and I will have a look."

"You mean, I should fly this piece of wreck?"

"This piece of what? Wreck?"

Why me? Why do i have to fly him around? What have I done to the world?

"Ok, then I switch to Auto-pilot and go to control it."

"And you think it works?"

"The Auto-pilot? Not sure, never used it before."

"Erm, ok, I will have a look on it, as long as you are at the freight room."

"Many thanks Meister, I’m deep in your dept, that you have an eye on the Auto-pilot."

"Oh, oh, no matter, only come back fast. Please!"

As I left the cockpit Meister starts to bit his fingernails. It looks like he really has no nerves. So, I decided to control the door fast, before he gets a totally breakdown. The door was closed, so it was only the lamp, which was broken. I decided to smoke a cigarette, maybe the only five minutes in silence since we started.
Just in the moment I want to light it, a scream came out of the cockpit.

"DR! Something’s going wrong here! COME! PLEASE!"

Yeah, I know, what was going wrong in the Cockpit...

Fjap stood still and wondered what his next move should be. The bounty hunter would cause no problem, inconvenience at the most but Fjap was sure that it wouldn't be anything that he couldn't handle. Still it would be better if he could somehow get into touch with some one like Steeler or Desmo. They were both excellent in discourage those that wanted to do them harm. Fjap looked around in the large storage. It was filled with large crates of various kinds. He sidled closer to one of them and read the small note attached. It read: Hyperdrive motivator for Corellian corvette Y-1300. Similar notes were attached to all of the crates and it seemed that the storage was filled with technical stuff of various kinds. Some crates weren't marked and familiar shapes lay under a large blanket. "Well I'll be damned." Said Fjap out loud, but in hushed tones. "These are Ion engines for Tie-starfighters." Fjap knew that most of the time Phoenix was in unfriendly space with the nearest Imperial shipyard light-years away. Getting hold of this would greatly improve their abilities to repair starfighters and even the Frigate itself. He hurried out of the storage and paused in the doors. From there he saw the bounty hunter and the large men talking to the assistant that had showed Fjap in there.
"Bugger it" Fjap turned and headed back into the warehouse. He cursed himself for not being armed and hoped he could outmanoeuvre the assailants. He could hear them enter the warehouse.

"Ok Fett do your stuff." Fjap laughed silently inwards. He could hear the hiss-click of the hunter’s respirator and shook his head. Only the most stupid would wear something like this when hunting something. It was easy to slip away from "Fett" and Fjap hurried out the back of the warehouse. He returned to his small room in the Rent-A-Cube. There he would be safe for a few hours, even days depending on how smart the bounty hunter was. Hell, weeks he guessed. He wondered briefly where Steeler was now but then he remembered that Gin was supposed to be around this space somewhere. He dug out an old comlink that he could patch into the Holonet. The old device squeaked in protest as he tried to override the security codes surrounding the channel that allowed him to contact someone in Phoenix. He heard a muffled voice shouting something but he couldn't make out what it was saying.

"Damnit this thing never works...mand that you....ow..........

Fjap leaned closer to the device and shouted:

"Hello, Hello this is Chief Pilot Fjap, who is there?"

"...P? Is…at...u? Ho... u...d...y???"

"Uh I didn't quite catch that... Please repeat...This is CP Fjap hailing Phoenix!"

"W......ead you loud and clear......P and D.....ing th.....ve.....t......an...e.o...u????

Suddenly a calm voice broke into the transmission.

"This is Ginyard_T_R hailing Fjap... how are you?"

"Fine thank you Gin, boy am I glad to hear from you. Listen I need you to come and pick me up. Im sitting in a Cube that makes the rooms in Ei Pollo like a Imperical suite."

The other voice howled something unintelligible,

"W..........a....ll....it.....P...s...nk....O!!..u..............." then static took over.

"Stop shouting Dr. The communications unit on the Sklave is clearly out of order (like so many other things) Stay out of it and I'll go and get Fjap.

Gin was acting real cool and Fjap felt so much better.

"The only problem is that I have to find some spare parts for the El Pollo before I can come and pick you up Fjap"

Fjap grinned and now it was his turn to act cool.

"That problem is solved even before you said it Gin. We just need to stop by at an old friends house and there we can get what ever you desire. Ion engines, hyperdrive motivators, you name it."

They could hear Dr howling in the background,

"Hype.......... Wh.............????............................!!!"

" Good work Fjap. Be at the spaceport in six hours."

"Got it Gin, there is one thing though. I managed to pick up bounty hunter that is trying to hunt me. He should pose no problem just be on the lookout when you land for a Boba Fett look alike.

"Boba F...............?????? W..........I:...............ls......................ll..........p.........kd..............." the exited voice of Dr or Mr_P sounded over the waves. Then the transmission broke altoghther.

"Ohh shit I just hope they didnt get this wrong and think the real Fett is on my trail."

Authors: NCp Steeler, Ltn Amber, FO DrBecks, SP Meister_P, CP Fjap

Editor: Ltn Amber

The Authors and Editor have done their best to ensure the accuracy and currency of all information in this story. All information is current to 21/06/2000 and we can accept no responsibility for any loss or inconvenience sustained by any reader as a result of its information or advice.