<strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Undisclosed Location, Alderaan</em></span></strong><br/>The room was dominated by a large window  which reached from the floor to the ceiling, taking the place of an entire wall and letting in an ample amount of sunlight as well as providing a beautiful view of the surrounding area to anyone inside the room. But those inside weren’t’ paying attention to the view. Their focus was on the ‘discussion’ at hand.<br/><br/><br/><br/>“I still don’t see that armed conflict is our only option.” Said one member of the group.<br/><br/><br/><br/>“What would you have us do? Create another petition?” retorted the man who the statement had been directed at. “Because that worked so well the last time?”<br/><br/><br/><br/>The conversation continued in this fashion, with each member of the group attempting to speak over the others , for several minutes. Until a man near the edge of the group, who had until that point remained silent, began to speak. The respect he obviously commanded silencing the others.<br/><br/><br/><br/>“I hate war” he began “more that anything else I have always wished for peace. But, under the advise of Mon Mothma  and Garm Bel Iblis I have come to realize that even peace can come at too high a cost. This meeting was not convened to question if war is the right choice. It was convened because war is the only choice left to us. We must now discuss how we will fight, not if we should fight.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>The words that Senator Bail Organa had spoken, along with the backing of Mon Mothma and Bel-Iblis managed to rally the different members of the group to the idea of rebellion and it was not long before the discussion as focused on how best to effectively conduct an armed conflict with The Empire. It was roughly an hour later when the discussion hit another snag. The disagreement now forming over what the priorities of The Alliance to Restore the Republic should be, but even in this disagreement things were calmer; more ordered, as if every member of the small delegation had come to realize the importance of maintaining their unity. And as such they had decided that each group of thought would be given a chance to voice it’s perspective before a vote was cast.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Bail Organa voiced his thoughts first, attempting to sway the different members of the group before a vote was to be cast. “Without more soldiers to fight I do not see how we will be able to strike any kind of meaningful blow against the Emperor or his forces. We will simply be little more than a thorn in his side rather than a significant threat.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>Once Bail finished his thought Mon Mothma took her turn “All the numbers in the universe will be useless unless we find capable commanders to lead them. As it stands we have very many men and women who are skilled at rallying others to their cause, and we have enough soldiers to carry out small operations. But we have very few who would be able to lead the operations to success. We cannot simply throw our numbers away, we need military leaders who will make our small numbers count.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>“What we need now is materials” Garm Bel Iblis  attested “As soon as the Empire discovers what we are doing, and how organized we are becoming they will keep a very close eye on the sale of weapons and ships. We need to gather as much war materials as we can before doing so becomes almost impossible.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>Finally Bail’s own daughter spoke up, speaking the ideas of her own followers “We have all the weapons and troops we need for small operations” she said “and despite our lack of formal training I’m certain we can command and plan well enough to achieve early goals. What we need now is to know what our enemy is doing.  We need to focus on gathering intelligence. When we know our enemy’s goals we can know how to stop them.”<br/><br/>And so the vote was called, with each person present knowing that not all of the goals mentioned could be met at once. Some would have to be focused on and others placed on the way side.<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Leaky Bottle, Nar Shadda</strong></span></em><br/>The atmosphere inside the ‘Leaky Bottle’ was surprisingly quiet and controlled for a bar on Nar Shadda. But this was probably due to the fact that several heavily armed guards sporting the insignia of the hut clans were present at the bar’s entrance and had checked the weapons of everyone trying to enter the bar.<br/><br/>Something important was going on and it didn’t take a genius to realize that it was in everyone’s best interest not to cause any trouble.<br/>At the back of the bar stood a large table. There were already several individuals around it. Each one obviously not a stranger to an underground business deal. At the center of the group sat a human male, with an extremely scantly clad twi’lik female fawning over him. The Black Sun emblem emblazoned on the table made it obvious who he represented. And by the way those around him were acting he was obviously the one to talk to….and one who was not to be fooled with.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Ambush Location</em></span></strong><br/>The<em>Chase</em>was little more than a Tartan-class patrol ship (http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/c/ce/Tartan.jpg), and as such wasn't designed for anything more than anti-fighter duty. This fact didn't escape it's captain (http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/8/8b/Piett_btm.jpg) as he considered the mission his ship was now a part of. And more importantly the part in the mission his ship would play.<br/><br/>Put bluntly, they were to be bait; reports from local freighters and fuel stations had allowed the fleet to establish that the pirate's ship was easily powerful enough to defeat a Tartan class ship. And so, a single Tartan transmitting a distress call over secured Imperial frequencies that Imperial Intelligence had already discovered to be broken would seem a prize that they would be hard pressed to pass up.<br/><br/>All in all it was a sound plan, the captain had to admit, but that didn't mean he had to like his situation. If their re-enforcement's didn't arrive on time they would all be dead.<br/><br/>As these thoughts passed through his mind his ship's sensors began to go off, an unidentified capital ship (http://www.swagonline.net/files/images/Min%27s%20Wind.preview.jpg) had just arrived. The pirates were obviously here...<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Secret Crypt, Unknown Planet</em></span></strong><br/><br/>The crypt complex was dark and utterly silent. Despite the passing of years upon years beyond counting, time seemed to have had almost no effect on the crypt. What ever technology, or foul energy, had been used to preserve the area was obviously still in place and working fine. Had the crypt not been entered it would most likely have remained unchanged for the rest of time.<br/><br/>But that was not the case, a craft had already landed near the area, and it's soul passenger was now walking through the complex's halls, quickly approaching the crypt (http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/e/e4/Carbonite_Sith_Army.JPG) itself. The area's silence now destroyed by the echoing of footfalls. Within a dark corner of the crypt a single carbonate tomb began to activate. Its contents already thawing. By the time the door to the crypt slid open and the intruder entered the thing inside the slab was already free.<br/><br/>Darth Aegis looked slowly around the crypt, he could see row upon row of frozen warriors. Each one ready to be thawed out and follow the order's of their new lord. But behind his armor's mask Darth Aegis was not pleased. The information he had recovered had been wrong. This was supposed to be a force of hundreds of thousands instead there were was only at two hundred. These warriors here would never be in enough numbers to fulfill his plans. New steps would need to be taken.