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Looking outwards from the transparisteel windows in his quarter, the Admiral looked out pridefully at his expansive fleet. He had collected around 40 capital-type warships for his own, and personal use. His favourtie, however, was his flagship, the Imperial-Class Star Destroyer, the Last Chance. It cost him much to get this particular ship intact, and fully operational. It cost him nearly 10 capital ships at Kuat Drive Yards. His comm bleeped lightly.

"Admiral, a ship is approaching, and he claims to be a bounty hunter."

Pausing just a moment, his icy blue orbs narrowing, he nodded. "Very well, Captain. Let him approach. Put him in the secondary bay, docking slow 21A. I will meet him personally. Assign me two squads of storm troopers, and give him an escort of two TIE-Defenders."

"Very well, Admiral."

He nodded fitfully, and returned back to looking outside of his viewport, and caught notice of the bounty hunter's ship. Peering closely at it he realized it was.. but it couldn't be.. he hadn't been heard from in over 10 standard years. He would have to check into this more closely than he thought.

His hands flowing dexterously over the control panel, his smirk hidden behind his helmeted head, he nodded slowly in his Mandalorian helmet. He now rated two Defenders, did he? So. The rumors were true after all. This Admiral was fitted out with all sorts of surprises. Recieving his landing instructions, he adjusted his course, the gloved hands pressing a few buttons, and adjusting with his joystick.

Once inside the bay, he cut the repulsorlifts, and opened the bay doors. He worked his way through the ship, and stepped out, noticing a middle-age Admiral in a clean-cut uniform, and two squads of stormtroopers. One hand hooked on his utility belt, the he avoided a handshake offered to him. "I am not here as your friend. I am here for business."

Staring at the Bounty Hunter, Boba Fett, as best as he could, trying to pierce the Mandalorian armor, he nodded, retracting his hand. "Very Well. Where is the man I asked for?"

"Follow me. Oh and don't bother with the troopers. I don't kill my business partners."

The Admiral nodded lightly, and allowed the bounty hunter to lead the way. Once in his bay, he noticed a small, plump man in a cage. He smiled fitfully and pulled a credit voucher from his uniform pocket, and handed it to the Bounty hunter. "Very well. There is your money, 30,000 credits to the brim." He motioned the stormtroopers forward and let them take the prisoner. Once gone he nodded at the bounty hunter, called in his clearance to leave, and went back to the bridge to depart for another planet.

Boba Fett nodded silently, and watch the Admiral stroll out with his capturee. He shrugged. He didn't care what he did to him. He got his money, and that was all that mattered. He powered up the Slave II, letting it's repulsorlifts lift it from the ground. Slowly he exitted the bay, and once outside, plotted a course straight to Tatooine. He was in need of some recreation, and some spare parts. Once clear, he punched his button, and shot forward into hyperspace.

The Admiral nodded to himself, once in his quarters. That would be Fett leaving right now. He was most certainly the best in his trade, and he didn't get there by being friendly. No matter. He had that traitorous lieutanent back, and he had has his course set for Bastion. "Captain, I want us in hyperspace in 5 minutes."

"Very well, sir."

Yes.. his crew was loyal. And the best. He looked admiringly at the rest of his fleet, and sighed with relief. Slowly the rest of the fleet soared into hyperspace. The Last Chance shuddered briefly, and took itself into hyperspace.

The Last Chance began brimming with activity. The Admiral left his quarters to return to the bridge, and immediately began hearing shouts and orders.

"Sir, reversion in 5," the helmsman stated.

Nodding, the Admiral looked out of the Star Destroyer's viewports, and smiled malevolently. He couldn't wait to put that traitorous Lieutanent on trial. Steal a Destroyer of his, would he? He would show him. The Destroyer dropped out of space, the planet of Bastion looming beneath them. The Imperial Homeworld, now. The rest of his fleet emerged, and he sent his request for a shuttle through the comm channels.

Good so far!