Gundark crossed her arms and sighed deeply.
"Phinney has ended up in a few of queeq's....field missions, over the years. He's not fully trained, not nearly so," she explained to Ushgarak, turning to eye Phinney sternly. "Danger you should believe in, young one. A Jedi does not rush into a volatile situation such as the one we face without considering the possible obstacles."
She put up a hand to stop his further protests. "Why don't you stay behind to guard the ship. We can reach you on the comlink if we need you." Gundark directed her attention back to Ushgarak. "Tell the skynet operator we're carrying medical supplies and need a safe docking bay. That should be enough for them to leave us alone, at least for now."
Gundark's communicator lights up, incoming message. She opens the channel and hears a familiar voice.
"Gundark, Ushgarak. Watch out for enemy fighters. The planet's guarded by Republic ships with no-Republic intentions. I have a passenger on board who has been supporting this hostile take over, Admiral Thrawn. I'm on my to Coruscant, he must stand trial for high treason. Want to rendez-vous?"
"Blast it," Gundark snapped. She turned to phinney. "Get to the turret gun and stay sharp." She slammed the com panel with a fist. "queeq, I'm reading 22 ships on our scope. You sure know how to throw a party," she told his sarcastically. Gundark looked at Ushgarak. "Looks like we're a little outnumbered."
Jedi Knight RC, sits in the cockpit of his combat shuttle, the Jade Ruby. Sliding the hyperdrive initiator slowly back, Starlines shorten and define themselves as stars once more.
On his screen 22 red blips, representing 22 fighter class ships are converging on a single, slightly large blue blob, piloted by Ushgarak and Gundark.
"This is RC, to Ushgarak, come in. It looks like the council were right in there belief that you chaps might be in need if some assistance."
I have your wing. 22:1 may have been tough, but I think 11:1 odds are more in our favour, don't you?"
[ May 12, 2001: Message edited by: RC ]