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Koren ran up the corridor, fire following him. He ducked into a nearby corridor and ducked down so his back was against the hallway he had just been running down. He felt the shockwave of the heat wash over him. At least if the self destruct of the ship failed the Hutts wouldn't be able to recover what they lost, he doubted Timana had the foresight to get the schematics of the weapon before he sent the vessel to wherever it was going, Circumtore made the most sense however he doubted Timana would be even that stupid. There'd be lots of questions about an ancient ship pulling into orbit, and put under incredibly heavy security. It'd be safer to put it on a smaller world with little traffic. It wouldn't matter anyway, as if everything went well there wouldn't be any ship left.

He tapped his communicator on his wrist. "Ballick, you there?"

"Yes boss." The voice was gruff and strained, he was in the middle of a fight.

"You done yet?"

There was a grunt through the communicator. "Almost-" It cut off for a second "-Just give me a second-" There was the sound of a blaster going off. "Okay, I'm done boss. On my way back to the exfil now."

Koren nodded to himself and started to run back towards where they had entered the ship. He checked his chronometer, his new Light Cruiser would be dropping out of hyperspace soon to pick them up. After all, why use a ship associated with him when he could use one associated with the Empire? He doubted the Hutts would fall for it for long, but it would cast enough doubt to prevent them from acting. He rounded a corner just to find himself knocked back onto his ass. Chest burning, wind knocked out of his chest. He looked down to see a hole burnt straight through his clothing, a scorch mark on his armour underneath. He groaned as he sat up, his vision black. On front of him stood a Kel Dor who just chuckled when he recognised who he had just shot. The alien tapped his communicator and spoke: "I got the intruder, it's Kore-" 

A blaster shot rung out, and the Kel Dor had a look of surprise on his face as he looked down at a burn mark through his chest. Aurrie flew over hovering near Koren, letting out a shrill beep in worry. Korens communicator buzzed on - "I've got the distress signal boss, don't worry I'm on my wa-" The whole world went black.

[hr]

Koren opened his eyes, a med droid looming over him. "Sithspit." He sat up, groaning slightly, he looked around his bedroom. A new coat and shirt were on a model nearby. "Droid-"

"Yes sir?"

"How long have I been out?"

"Approximately thirty minutes. The damage is minimal, however I advise bed rest in order for you to recover within a short period of time with little pain."

"No time for that." He picked up his datapad, streaming through the things that had been highlighted to his attention. [i]Galactic Republic?[/i] [i][b]Clone Troopers?[/b][/i] Had the Galaxy finally gone mad? Had there not been enough of that during the Clone Wars. The Galactic Republic was a flawed model, surely anyone could recognise that? At least from what he heard about the New Republic they were eliminating [i]some[/i] of the problems which the Republic had had. Bringing back the [i]Galactic Republic?[/i] That was just a recipe for disaster.

There was a ping at the door as a service droid entered. "Sir. An individual is requesting to see you immediately, he has identified himself as a member of the [i]Galactic Republic.[/i]"

Koren grumbled. So be it.

[hr]

The room in which Koren sat waiting for the trooper wasn't extensively fancy. It was utalitarian, a briefing room from the time that this had been a Separatist warship. There weren't many rooms, other than service and storage, that were at their original configuration however he had kept this one. Likely out of some form of sentimentality however he had never expected to use it. As soon as the door hissed open Koren stood up, he still ached but he didn't want the other man to see that. He held himself straight and tall despite the pain, he had to remind himself that the Clone Wars were long over. 

"My names Koren Graeff, I hear you wanted to speak to me."