Date: Wed, 02 Sep 1992 12:52:45 +0000 (GMT)
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Right here is the next installment (Yes I Know the Gaurdian was in Wanted by Cracken, but all will be
explained in due course.;-)

Liberator Chapter 3

	A hulk of  plastisteel eight thousand meters long, drifted in deep space. It's once bright 
lights were as faint as the distant stars. SSD Guardian drifted as if it a was sleeping. She looked 
quite derelict but had anybody been there to scan , they would have made sure not to awaken her. There 
was a quarter of a million people on board this ship, all to serve one man.
	The spacious bridge was dark apart from the monitors that revealed the ship's status. Bodies 
littered the floor, all dressed in some kind of Imperial Uniform, and a figure dressed in Black lay by
the main viewport. The consoles beeped and clicked their way through the normal cycles while their human
 masters did nothing
	A movement was made by the black cloaked body and slowly a cybernetic arm slowly pushed it's 
owner to a sitting position. He looked about the bridge and with obvious effort stood up. He was a tall 
man, about 6 foot 3, not as tall or as wide as the Late Lord Vader but he had the same sense of power 
about him. Dark Power.
	He walked over to a body which had fallen into the Bridge Pit and pointed at it with his human 
hand. The body slowly began to rise. It floated out of the Pit and came gently to a rest by him. He bent
down and put his hand on the forehead of the younger man who was lying there. The younger man was dressed
 in the same type of  clothing but not as elaborate.
	The man on the floor stirred and opened his eyes.
	"Master !" He breathed.
	"Get up Schedik! We have work to do."
	Schedik  rose slowly to his feet and took in the sight around him.
	"I thought we had them, Master Trake !"
	Trake had moved over to a body wearing a Captain's Uniform and bent down next to him.
	"Obviously not !" Trake replied in a quite voice.
	"What I want you to do," He continued, his voice back to normal, "is go down to sick bay and 
wake up the crew there. They're to on double shifts until this ship is operational."
	The Captain below Trake was stirring.
	"Yes. Inquisitor" Schedik acknowledged.
	"Jamiel ! Get up !" growled Trake.
	"Sir !" The man whispered as he slowly got to his feet.
	"Jamiel, I want you to check the ship over, Damage report as soon as possible." Ordered Trake,
 "The medical teams should be an hour, I will check the communications, personally. "
	"Yes Sir, we'll be up to full strength in 12 hours, Sir!"
	"Make It Ten !!" warned the Inquisitor as he stalked out of the room.

			*	*	*

	Trake walked into his private quarters. For someone so high up in the Empire's hierarchy, there 
were surprisingly few possessions, or decorations. The walls were bare and the furniture was standard for
 quarters this size. Trake only had two possessions that were important to him, the first was his 
lightsabre, built by his own hand without instruction. The second was a single hologram of a woman,  
which kept quietly buzzing in the corner. Trake took a small look at it and turned away to the 
communication station.
	He took his cloak off and let his long black hair down, which fell to halfway down his back. He 
sat down in the chair next to the computer. Trake would have been considered handsome with his lean face 
and piercing blue eyes, apart from the cyberplating down the left side of his face. He turned on the 
computer.
	"Computer, voice print Security check." Said Trake as small switch flipped it's self on from the
other side of the room.
	"Trake Code 345924"
	The computer bleeped an affirmative.
	"Link up Courscant, recorder five. Download Events rating 3 or above since date last logged."
	"Computing. Request will take ten hours to download and catalogue." replied the computer
	"Ten Hours ? What's the present date."
	The computer displayed it on screen. Trake went a sickly white colour. The date was the only 
thing that actually caught his attention. It had been at least ten years. He looked back at the internal
chronometer. It was eight years out. No-one should have to loose ten years.
	He looked back at the listings,  events rated at 3 or above on Trake`s scale meant things like 
the loss of a Star Destroyer. There had obviously been a lot going on. He knew what to do, priorities had
to be assigned. Send a message to Assemble the fleet, get through as much as this information as 
possible, then contact the emperor to announce his return.
	He hit the communication stub
	"Jamiel, What is out status ?"
	"Sir ! I think we can have the ship up and running in ten hours."
	"Belay that order. Take as much time as we need to get up to full strength."
	"Yes Sir!" relief was evident in his voice. "Thank you Sir!"
	"But I want priority on the Communications, to signal the fleet. Fleet Scramble only. I only 
want our ships appearing here."
	"Yes Sir!"
	"We hold here for 72 hours to recover. I would like to see you here at 04:00 hours tomorrow
Morning."
	Captain Jamiel Acknowledged.
	"And inform Mr Schedik I would like to see him after he's finished in medical."
	The intercom switched itself off and Trake turned back to the computer. He started to look at the
log's first entry. - Loss of Imperial Fleet near Minor One, Morris Sector. Supreme Inquisitor Trake
 commanding. He sat there for hours, just reading up to current events. The Victory at Hoth, the 
devastating defeat at Endor, Grand Admiral Thawn's  Campaign and the loss of mount Tarsis,  The Emperor's
 Resurrection and Fall. The rise of the Republic and  the Jedi Academy - Location Unknown.
	The current Status of the Empire was leaderless, blinded and dying. The territory was a third of 
the territory that Trake remembered and here he was probably holding the largest Unified Fleet still 
loyal to the Empire. There was a bleep at his door. He let it open and Schedik walked in. He bowed his 
head and then stood to attention.
	"Master, the fleet has begun arriving. There seem to be no major losses amongst the ships but
the crews are tired. Captain Jamiel estimated 24 hours before the Guardian can be ready to move."
	Trake nodded for him to continue.
	"Medical reports that Casualties are very light but the crew is tired."
	Trake offered him a Chair. Schedik walked over to the seat and slowly sat down, unsure of what 
was happening. Schedik was a in his mid-twenties. He had no cyber enhancements. Although not as tall as
 Trake. Schedik had the same look of strength that his master had. He too had long hair and a look that
 some officers commented as 'cutting right through you.' . In fact some wondered if the two were related
in some way.
	"The news I have is not good." Take announced, "The Emperor is dead, even Byis has been destroyed
. The Empire Controls a third of what it did. A Republic has risen in it's place and worse of all,
 Skywalker has grown up and established a Jedi Academy somewhere."
	Schedik looked very calm.
	"How long were we gone ? "
	"Well, according to the worm programs I left in the Palace Archives, ten years."
	"Ten year's" Schedik's control cracked. "The internal chronometers said only two. Where in hell
have we been?"
	"I don't know that, for all I know that's where we've been.. " said Trake, "But what we need to
 do is very straight forward."
	"What ? "
	"We rest, find a place to set up a base and supplies lines."
	"Then ?"
	"I don't know just yet. But I think there's an opportunity here that can't be wasted. I would 
like you to look into this Jedi Academy, find it's possible location. I want to catch up on current 
events before committing myself to anything."
	"Yes, my Master." Schedik said as he stood up. He bowed and left the room leaving Trake to his 
data terminal. "Commit Himself ?" Sckedik wondered. Whatever the Inquisitor had planned was going to be 
interesting.


	Too Be Countinued ....

	Schedik and Trake's stats to be posted soon. Any feedback welcome (As Usual !)


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