When the negotiations ended a day and half later, The Black Flag, as the platform was called, had one grocer, two restaurants with full staffs, an importer/exporter who we convinced to act as station supply receiving, a insurance agent who would trade commodities for us, and an investment banker and her school aged sons who lost her husband and home in the fighting.  They all were to receive Mirax’s guarantee.  Additionally they were to be given the first chance at all structural upgrades that occurred, be it to their shops or quarters or the chance to move into better shops and quarters.  We also gave them the right to set up a Chamber of Commerce on the station to regulate the sort of business and price regulate themselves.  We wrote a clause for ourselves that stated our board of directors would receive one meal per day free at the restaurants, have our choice of the living quarters, and a 60% discount at all other establishments.  We were also given two Correllian YT-1300s by the grocer.  I was to be the sole figurehead of the arrangement.  Chief would act as station manager, Trapps as the chief of station operations; Garrik would become head of security on the station.  By our arrangements, I was to keep up with the shipping industry and depending on what was to be traded for would depend on whom I would bring with me.
 We were able to convince them and their workers that they needed to help us to speed the arrangement along.  We had to two Medium Transports to fix first.  Then we would worry about the deep space transport and positioning frames needed.  Garrik and Chief took to the task of finding engine wreckage that could be used for our new Medium Transports. I was hoping they would just use our new identi-cards as salvagers with a six-month emigration pass to Coruscant, and take up The Monkey’s Tail.  To my dismay they actually were looking to buy it new.  I would understand they were doing this if they were hyperdrive motivators or even the hyperdrive itself, but sublight engines have been retrofitted for thousands of years.  I had other worries.

 Sixty people were probably enough to run the stores, but who was going to work for me and work for them?  I had approximately three weeks to get about two to three hundred people to pack up and leave on those fixed Medium Transports.  There had to be an easier way, right?
 

 “You shouldn’t have done that,” Thrawn said to me.  “The other members of the Brotherhood can feel his death.”

 “I have that problem don’t I?  Well if anyone’s going to be marked, it’s going to be me.  Come one, I’m making sure you and your men launch safely.  You and your men hold them down at the hangar but launch once I get them airborne.”

 “Fine, but I’m coming with you then,” Chief said.

 “No, you’re staying getting our blastboat prepped and giving relaying the orders to Scorpion

 “Alright, let’s move.  If you see anyone who could possiblely impede us, take them out if you have numbers.  Otherwise, keep acting as normal until discovered.  Seize weapons at your discretion,” I ordered before taking the two pilots Thrawn assigned to fly the transport.  I just hope this works.
 My group and I had to cross the training exercise-yard for what Stormtroopers the EH had to use.  That would be dangerous.  Stormies had away of training that well, was just as fanatical as the way they apply their orders.  They were rumored to use live mines and fire while on the field.  The field was restricted to all but Stromtrooper use on the base.

 “We can’t cross that,” Eleven said.  “We’ll get killed.”

 “Don’t plan to.  See that speeder right there, we’ll grab it and make the trip in that.”

 “Hope it doesn’t have a lock out on it,” Twelve said.

 “Yeah, me too.”  I don’t know how or why, but we made it sight unseen transversing up by the yards fenced perimeter.  “See, no lock.  Let’s go.  Eleven drives.  Twelve you watch forward and sides for ambush, I got rear and sides.”  We climbed into the open topped speeder.  This was obviously used to watch the exercises from a safe distance or to pick up and speed off the mess to the medical.  I really wasn’t too concerned with which.  “All deliberate speed, Eleven.  We got a transport to catch.”  I could tell silently that these two pilots were having second thoughts, but now wasn’t the time to bring them up.  I hit my commlink.  “Captain Thrawn, Lt. Cmdr. Viper here.  We are less than two minutes away.  Stay advised.”  In less time then that, Eleven had us to the security checkpoint where the Delta-9 Stormtrooper Transports, Assault Transports and similar craft were kept.  Thrawn's ground crew had already disposed of the guards and had the hangars perimeter secure.  “Keep some carbines for yourself in case you get captured.  What else you got here?”

 “A rail-detenoator, thirteen rail charges, a repeater rifle at about three quarters power, and another four blaster cartridges,” the chief mechaninc said.

 “I’ll take it.  You guys have 10 minutes till your escort out of here comes.  Prep for launch.  I’ll see you guys on the other side of the fence.”  With that, I took the repeater rifle and slung its strap over my shouler.  I turned its safety on.  I grabbed the Stormie belt off one of the dead ones and used that to holster my carbine.  I examined the contents of the Stormies belt to see one thermal detonator.  As the hatch sealed on soon to be hijacked Delta-9 Stormtrooper Transport, I gathered up the bodies of the dead guards and placed them towards in the guard house for the hangar.

 “Rodger, Control Transport Scorpion Carrier lifting off for training exercises.”

 “Thrawn, troops away.  Give five minutes till we can party down.  Will join in 15 minutes.”

 “Viper, the Monkey is out of the bag.  There is a force on way here via Stormie grounds”

 This was the worse possible scenario.  “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.  At the first sign of furball, launch.”

 “Rodger Viper.  Thanks for the help with them.  For that, you are in my debt.”  I clicked my commlink off.  No need to here the rest and risk getting tracked if I wasn’t located already.  I touched the start up sequence on the land speeder.  I set it to idle.  I then got out one, and headed back to the pile of bodies I had just made.  I took out the thermal detonator and set it to thrity second delay.  I ran to the speeder, set it to full power, and engaged the engines.

 The speeder had a fairly loose handling.  The back end was constantly sliding the sharper the turn came.

 “Speeder 521.  Power down and surrender to the Stormtroopers .”  What Stormtroopers?  Then all of the sudden, two wheeled Troop Carriers and an AT-ST appeared in front of me.  The AT-ST opened fire in front of me.  I pulled hard to the right.  The Turrets from the transports opened up on me as well.  I did the stupidest of all choices; I stopped the speeder and grabbed the rail detenator.  I hopped to the relative cover of the far side of the speeder.  I loaded six charges onto the rail, and opened fire at the AT-ST going around it’s boxy head.  I got off two shots, before ducking again, to cover myself from the now deployed ten stormies and two Dark Disciples.

 “You will die to day for what you did Rebel!”  Like hell I was.  I peaked up from behind the speeder to fire two shots at the nearest Troop Carrier.  I hit the turret junction and view port; hoping to effectively ending it’s fighting ability.   The rail charges smoldered at first.  Staying there before exploding.  The blast took out two troops, I then opened fire on the remainder of it’s cargo.  They were now within 60 meters of me.  This time, I fired the shots live, not using the delay fire mode of the charges.  They would explode on contact.  I only had time to catch a glance of a few white armored arms and legs   I knew just some how that I hadn’t taken out the Dark Disciples.

 I fired the remaining two rail charges I had at the second group of troops.  Still pinned down by the remaining two vehicles fire.  That was what they were there for.  To hold me in place while the people on foot captured me.  The Dark Disciples would stay back now.  I wanted to draw the AT-ST towards me.  The question is whether I could dispose of the last five Stormies in time and then get the two Dark Disciples out of my way sufficiently to make my attack on the AT-ST.  I reloaded the rail detonator with four more rails quickly.  I then closed my eyes and breathed out.

 I rose from my crouch and imagined pushing at the two Dark Disciples in the chest with an upward motion with my arms becoming fully extended.  I don’t know if at 150 meters if I had the control, but if my life were to count on this moment, I had but one choice, do, because if I tried, I’d die.  My hands and arms rose from my sides, extending as they reached my shoulders.  At full extension of my arms, I snapped my wrists up showing my palms.  I could hear the Doppler effect of my invisble push as it raced away from me.  I opened my eyes to see the two Dark Disciples’ boot soles appear.  The AT-ST began marching towards me.  I ran over the speeder, now towards it, and finished what I intended.  Using live rail charges all the way.  The scout walker cut the distance in a matter or seconds.  I was now fifty meters past the speeder when I could smell the ozone being discharged as its blaster cannons tried to zero in on me.  I could feel the carbine, side arm, repeater rifle, and hilt slow my stride.

 The Hilt!!!  I was only ten meters away from the AT-St, some how managing to run closer to it.  The AT-ST stood fast.  I dropped the rail gun.  I grabbed the hilt and held the disc end away from me.  Snap-hiss!!! A one meter long purple blade hummed to life.  I ran towards the leg on my right.  Going right between the scout walker’s legs.  I ran two hands on the blade, just off to my side.  I ran the blade right between the joint that held the foot pad to the leg.  I was amazed.  The blade went through.  The sparks flew, then as the AT-ST tried to move to turn to face me, it collapsed.  Falling like a great tree, the head of the walker crashed to the ground and detonated.  The power couplings exploded.  Fire came out of the front eye view ports of the AT-ST as I kept running right by it towards the remaining Troop Carrier car.  I hit the power switch twice and the blade retracted.  I managed to clip the blade to my belt in mid-stride.  I reached for the repeater gun.

 I sprinted the remaining 75 meters or so to the Troop Carrier under no fire.  The side door to the controls was open.  I saw the driver attending to the Dark Disciple lying on the ground.  I stopped and steadied the gun with my other hand.  I squeezed the trigger 3 times, and three plasma balls errupted from the flat face end of the gun.  The first one tore through the driver.  I heard the woman scream.  The next two went through the Dark Disciple.  Dropping them both dead.  I heard another snap-hiss.  A scream of rage, then a charge yell from the now recovered Dark Disciple.  He was a good thirty meters away.

 “Your death will be painful and long Rebel!!!” he snarled as he rose to his feet.  I raised the gun at him, only to have him invisblely yank it from my hand and go off to the side.  I turned and headed to the Troop Carrier.  I hoped that the speed burst I’d been having all day would continue.  To my relief, it did.  I reached it and shut the door and threw the power to full.  The wheels spun out and I saw the Dark Disciple standing there cursing me in the rear view.  Now if I only could make it to my Skipray.

 Then, I heard the thuds hitting my hull.  Six more troop carriers and two more AT-ST’s were opening fire to me.  I saw a switch.  Turret target select.  I choose nearest target.  I then switched fire to automatic.  That did the trick, I was opening fire on the closest Troop Carrier to me.  I then saw three AT-ST’s in the distance ahead.  They’d cut me off.

 Then the middle one exploded and two steaks of blue raced by me overhead.  The explosion knocked the other two over causing flames to burst out their open hatchways.  My commlink beeped.

 “Monkey, your barrel is here.”

 “Got it.  There are six Troop Carriers on my tail.”

 “Opening laser and ion fire.”  A Skipray Blastboat was opening fire up on AT-ST’s and troop carriers in pursuing me.  The green and purple bolts lanced out.  Striking their targets.  The AT-ST’s sparked and sizzled before toppling over in midstride and bursting into flames.  The Troop Carriers just erupted upon contact.  The wheels flew through the air, the shrapnel scattering across the field.

 “Thanks, Barrel.  Set down, so we can get out of here.”  The Skipray, turned ninety degrees and set down.  I drove towards it at maximum speed.  I didn’t bother to stop it, just continued it on past the tail section.  I rolled out.  Then ran for the opening hatch on the Skipray.  Then dread hit me as I heard the whine of a speeder bike approaching.  The Dark Disciple from the first troop group was on it.  I just knew it.

“Here’s the pain I promised Rebel!!!” he screamed as he extended is fingers and raised his arms towards me.  I was almost in the hatch.  Then the bolts hit me.  The blue-white lightening shot from his fingers.  Pulsing through me, I fell.  I began to crawl.  He opened up again on me.  I turned to see the Scout Troopers take their pistols out from their ankle holders.  They steadied and opened up.  Hitting the ground around me and the blastboat’s side.  I staggered up towards the hatch, lifting myself into the blastboat.  My torso inside, it was safe to lift off.

 “Take off now,” I screamed agonizing from the smoke the blue lightning was creating off of me.  Then the Scout troopers found their mark.  Their small blasters, no match for the Skipray, would have no problem ravaging my body.  One blast went right through my left leg at the knee.  The other grazed off my left shoulder and a third hit the back of my left arm.  Then a final barrage from the Dark Disciples fingers’ struck me.  I screamed and the hatch closed.

I could feel us lifting off.  Then I heard Gabi’s voice scream.