The Praetor
Praetor Mark II class Battlecruiser
Dantooine; High Orbit

The Admiral didn't realize just how well off he had been. First a member of the ISB, an organization that was more hated in the Imperial Navy than any other; had arrived upon his door step. He was lucky enough to have an aide that was quick witted and silver tongued and capable of keeping the good Colonel out of the Admiral's hair. The elderly male kept his eyes upon the slowly rotating holoimage of the world below. Looking over the various reports that kept sliding across his desk before he sighed heavily. There had been much and at the same time little found from the search of the old Rebel Base. It had for all intents and purposes, become a cold lead. There was little to go off of, and even lesser when it came to a direction or location as to where the Rebels had moved the base. 

With the murder of Moff Tarkin still fresh on the minds of many, it was a heavy blow dealt to their own operation by not finding anything. With a heavy growl he slammed his hand upon his desk before standing up. At least there was a small bit of information, yet most of it was hearsay from a local that came across the Stormtroopers. The old farmer having supposedly seen the Rebels run out of the base in a hurry. Beyond that there had been little else learned from their investigation, and the Admiral hadn't expected the old farmer to have had even the proper equipment to attempt to contact the Empire from this back water world of a planet. 

"Recall all forces. The investigation has hit a wall. We shall regroup at the Kuat yards with the rest of the fleet before receiving orders." 

Nodding softly, his aide quickly began to disseminate the order among the crew members. It was clear that the vessel was preparing to leave as the shuttles began to vacate the world below. Many of the Stormtroopers being brought back as the shuttles TIE fighter escorts were also docking. With such activity there was little that could be done in the way of permitting any other vessel from landing in the hanger bays. 

Thus it was nice that the Inquisitor could day dream about what he was going to do, though it was clear that his vessel was not to be permitted upon the Praetor. Even if he had landed in the hanger bay amid the chaotic scene of a force recall, he wouldn't have found any such personnel to grab hold of, or otherwise make demands of. When one such hanger bay technician had finally found a moment to deal with the constant reminding of the other vessel, the reply was quick and simple. 

"Dark Spirit, request denied. All hanger bay flight paths are currently filled with waiting traffic. Switching you to Dantooine Starport Control." 

With that the vessel would have to deal with what passed as the space port authority on the world below. The Praetor would not be staying in orbit much longer. Within the hour; as all forces had been recalled and the last patrol of TIE fighters entered the docking bays, the hyperdrive began to slowly power up. The Praetor lumbered into a position in which it would make a quick and easy egress from the system and in a flash the massive Battlecruiser was gone. Leaving the Dark Spirit alone in Orbit around the world. 

Admiral Blackwood leaned back as he sighed, looking at a final report that came across his desk. He was lucky that he hadn't had to deal with it; and that his hanger crew were focused upon the force recall. The last thing he wanted to deal with was an Inquisitor, a group of traitorous Jedi that were permitted their lives by pledging to serve the Empire. The Admiral had seen what a true Jedi was during the Clone Wars, and those that joined the Inquisitors so readily rubbed him the wrong way. He didn't trust them at all; seeing them as nothing more than Jedi that decided to beg for their lives than to stick to their code. 

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