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The battle was clearly won, any fool could see that. The Jedi fought on, not to win but because what could they do. A few jedi corvet though did start to turn maybe trying to flee or shield the frigates from the star destroyer. "Fendar target those corvet Green three five low" the moncalamon...

Tansa stood on the bridge overlooking the platform has the ships got ever closer. The rush it seems was by the Jedi who where trying to hide from the Star Destroyer that had warped in. Tansa did not care, if the jedi wanted to die at the hands of the frigates instead of the star destroyer it...

Miles stood on the bridge of the Angelic a Poseidon class frigate. His Fighters had all ready started to scramble though for now the stayed closed while with in his shield covarge. His ship was limited in firing arc and he wanted his fighters to ensure no brave Jedi got in close to fire a proton...

(sorry for being late had work stuff) Tansa gave a laugh as the two moved away from what seemed to be some thing it was not. He knew that it was a armerd deal but some time looks could be funny. "Don't worry, my lips are sealed" Tansa watched the exile response, he was knew why he was shocked...

Tansa Miles walked towards the door. His suit made him stand out though not as exiled. There was no needed to appear like some dark brooding reject of the Jedi. Instead Tansa looked civilized a look that could be so deceiving. Aproaching the room with his force powers hidden from casual view...