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Nowhere to Run, Nowhere to Hide

La Forge paced on the bridge of the Chimaera impatiently. He hated waiting. Hated it. It was the pause before the fireworks started, in a sense, for the Outer Sectors Campaign. And that's what he was waiting for. Fireworks. Heavy rockets, to be more precise. The Nemesis and the Chimaera were going to need them for the end. The Nemesis picked them up a couple of weeks earlier... Now it was the Chimaera's turn. A necessary evil, if the Chimaera was to have proper armament for the later stages of the campaign.

However... La Forge found it really, really, mind-numbingly boring to sit and wait for the resupply. There was not much he could do, as captain, except wait. And waiting was often the hardest action of all.

But he knew better than to complain too much. Things could be a lot worse than waiting.

"All hands, general quarters! This is not a drill! Repeat, this is NOT a drill!" MAR's voice thundered over the comm system. "Prepare for hyperspace drop in one minute!"

The timer counted down interminably, and finally, the Nemesis dropped from hyperspace at the factory. Fighters primed and ready held in the hangar. Nothing in the system except the factory and some mines.

"I bet it's a trap," said Steel over the comm.

"Thank you for volunteering to find out, Steel!" MAR was just being funny. He was going to send Steel regardless.

"If something bad happens to me, it's all your fault," muttered Steel in a joking voice as his fighter launched.

Syrtaras cleared more dust off of a bridge control panel. "Dayton, whomever is in charge of the bridge cleaning should be shot."

"I'm good with weapons," Dayton said.

"Good. While you're at it, you can also go bother Admiral Fel. I have to say, the Thunderbolt looked better in the brochures..."

Dayton laughed. "I'll tell him you said that, sir. What are we up to this week?"

"Well, first things first, we need to get this ship in working order. Not just any working order, but seriously in top shape. We can't have this Frigate disgracing Sector Group 2."

Dayton stared blankly, not understanding.

"Later on I'll tell you stories of the Striker Days of Glory (TM). After that is the obligatory shakedown cruise, the blue milk run, the visit to exotic vacation worlds, you know..."

"General, the last piece of the Holocron is most likely on Dantooine."

"Figures," Jansen said. "Remote place. There were rumors of Jedi something there years ago, but I have no idea what that was about. I don't think there was anything to it."

"Probably not. Are we headed there soon?" Major Longstreet was hopeful.

"Not just yet. We need to finish that prison rescue we keep talking about but never finishing. We think we've got them now. All we have to do is scrape some Rebels off of a moon. Sounds easy to me."

"Sounds like the kind of mission I like." Longstreet paused for a minute. "What if we don't find them here?"

"We keep looking... We're not abandoning our people out there!"

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