Yavin IV's Open Orbit

As there were no further questions to be answered, Ander signaled the soldiers to mount their respective gunships. 1st Battalion's companies loaded up and quickly left the hangar, their gunships slipping through the bay shields and into the darkness of space before disappearing around the edge of the hangar's open cavity. 2nd Battalion followed swiftly behind. Ander climbed into LAAT/i gunship L-24-A, which belonged to the soldiers of 4th Platoon. Alright, pilot, let's get moving. Ander called over the comlink after pulling his helmet over his head and sealing it. Once the rest of the soldiers had likewise sealed their own helmets, Ander felt the gunship vibrate under his feet and rise into the air as it exited the hangar bay. Two squadrons from 1st Flight, comprised of XJ7 X-wings, formed up along the outer edges of the moving gunships, providing escort down through to the planet's surface.

Three Nebula-class Star Destroyers and sixty Lancer-class frigates dropped out of hyperspace as the Admiral was glancing over status reports from the Lord Commander and his team on the planet below. Apparently a lone Jedi had beaten them to the Great Temple, one Diamonte Tuhlute. The man had claimed to have orders bringing him to Yavin IV, though would not disclose their source. After being briefly questioned, the Jedi had opted to run, though Tagira had refrained from pursuit as their work in the Archives was more pertinent and Tuhlute did not seem to be hostile, just concerned.
Staton keyed his communications control panel and updated Leftenant Ylara on the new arrivals. His First Mate had transferred to the Hardpoint shortly after their arrival. The Nebula-III class Star Destroyer was tucked away near the system's core, behind Yavin Prime's energy screens and thus remained undetected. With the vessel was its smaller sistership, the Firestorm, an Arquitens-class Cruiser. Both vessels were nearly as heavily modified as the Basterd's Hand.
As the Jedi fleet made their way towards the planet, obviously angling to initiate a synchronous orbit, the Imperial-III Class Star Destroyer's largest weapons were loaded with firing solutions. Their barrels angled for the collection of Nebulas, tracking the new arrivals. As a precaution, the Hand's bomber flight of BTL-S9 K-wing Assault Bombers readied their engines within the vessel's main hangar bay. The Hand's Mon Calamari-designed shields were already at full combat strength, and the warship's weapons reactor already had excess energy stored for the main weapon capacitors.

Staton looked over the Jedi vessels briefly, admiring the color-scheme they had chosen for their capital-grade ships. GALSAF's vessels maintained a mottled grey and black, not that camouflage much mattered with such large vessels. Gold and red were impressive colors for warships, Staton reflected, remembering briefly some of the color schemes he had seen during his lengthy military career. The Old Republic had been famous for such exuberance, although their largest vessels hardly compared to modern battleships and cruisers.
Returning his attention to the battlefield display before him, watching the Jedi vessels shift into position. GALSAF's 1st IBCT already had a company on board Yavin Station, securing the databanks there, though they had hit a snag with security protocols installed by Dav Man'Sell himself. Tagira had no older access methods to the Station as it wasn't rebuilt until after he had left the Academy. The Mon Calamari Admiral glanced at the communication crew, expecting a forthcoming transmission. The Comms officer forwarded the connection immediately, and the scratchy voice of the self-identified Jedi named Rawkill.
Attention GALSAF ship designation the Basterd's Hand. This is Jedi Master Rawkill of the Council of First Knowledge, accompinied by Admiral Ju'unthor of the Galactic Republic's Fleet of Ascendant Knowledge. I am currently here on Council business to secure and inspect all Archive data at the Yavin Four Praxeum, which falls under ownership and jurisdiction of the Council of First Knowledge. So with my business stated, I must ask what interest GALSAF has here?

The Admiral pursed his thick lips, his chin tendrils shaking slightly. GALSAF had minimal exposure to the Council of First Knowledge's current leadership, though the idea surrounding Jedi Orders hadn't changed in millennia. Their arrival itself was the surprise, though Staton had already discussed with Tagira what to do in such an event. His earlier message to Leftenant Ylara was part of that contingency. As Admiral Staton formulated his response to the Jedi, the Hardpoint and Firestorm dropped out of hyperspace from Yavin Prime, having been prepared to jump in support of GALSAF's flagship if deemed necessary. The former positioned itself alongside the Hand, the former remained more behind its sisterships. The Firestorm was primarily a medical support vessel, more heavily armored than it was armed to better protect its patients. Starfighters began to stream from the Hardpoint's hangars, forming screens on either side of the vessel.
Admiral Staton did not expect hostilities to result, posturing was simply procedure for any major power. Whilst his own vessels were outnumbered by the Jedi Council's own, their strengths were more evenly matched in other ways. Both vessels were equipped with Long-Range Turbolasers and newer DBY-927 heavy dual turbolasers that were essentially a modernized version of the DBY-828's utilized on Venator-class warships from the Clone Wars. The Hardpoint boasted a series of such weapons. Vacuum-functional countermeasures protected the vessels' weapons emplacements and shield projectors. Their primary armor source was a kinetic and dura-armor composite, dispersing energy much faster than conventional heavy armor. Energy absorption systems embedded into the armor further mitigated weapon energy, even partially recharging nearby shielding systems.

The GALSAF Admiral opened a channel, connecting with the incoming frequency and tagging Tagira and Altic both into the transmission so they could hear the exchange of words. The Jedi had been quick to mark the Jedi Praxeum as under their ownership, a point Staton wouldn't bother trying to argue. All he needed was to give Tagira enough time to finish pulling the Temple Archives. He was unaware Alexis Karidian had already arrived in her StealthX until Tagira had updated him minutes before. Greetings, Council representatives. I am Jethroe Staton, Lord Admiral of GALSAF's Naval Forces. GALSAF is here to investigate the disappearances of former Yavin citizens, including those Jedi of the Praxeum, which was reconstructed under the orders of Luke Skywalker and made the property of all beings who seek wisdom and peace. At the moment, we are ensuring there are no Mandalorian forces left behind on the moon. Security is always first priority, of course. His words were true enough, Master Skywalker had indeed refrained from assigning control over the Academy to any single entity or individual regardless of what agreements Man'Sell had later made. Of course Staton knew the Jedi were not likely to appreciate such a declaration. Staton sat back against his seat as he strung the conversation out. Perhaps you and your forces might assist us in securing Yavin Station? The structure is indeed too large for our forces to efficiently secure on their own. It would take days to do so with our numbers. Staton smiled vaguely in the way his people often did that was misread by other species'.

Leftenant Moran was lost in a mound of intelligence reports that had recently been transmitted from GALSAF assets on Corulag when her communications panel began flashing. The transmission was coming from the Delaya-class Courier that had just exited from hyperspace, and was utilizing an open channel. Along with the initial request for landing came a stream of old Jedi authorization codes, recognized by GALCOM's databanks. The Leftenant quickly typed an alert to the Head of Communications, as per protocol, then responded to the last transmission made.
Shadow of Truth, this is Leftenant Moran, transmitting from the GALSAF flagship, the Basterd's Hand. I do not have the authority to permit your passage, but I can connect you to someone who does, if you'll wait one moment. Moran put the transmission channel on hold while she tagged Commander Ander Tagira into the conversation. Several long moments later, the Commander responded with a simple text-based entry that appeared on her communication display.
TEXT: Let them down. The Leftenant reopened the open channel and spoke again into her helmet's commlink. Shadow of Truth, you are free to pass. Please make your way directly to the Temple hangar. We will provide you fighter escort to the surface. GALSAF personnel will be awaiting your arrival at the Temple. Leftenant Moran scrolled through a list of communication channels and selected the open frequency assigned to 2nd Battalion, 1st Infantry Brigade Commando Team. This patched the Delaya-class Courier through to the Battalion leadership, in case the pilot had any further questions. After ensuring the link had been properly made, she returned her attention to the intelligence reports on her primary display screen.

Almost instantaneously as Monte’s Message reached Rawkill, Another message quickly arrived under the same encryption was received

::Greetings Master Rawkill, My name is Kouta Watanabe… i heard from my associate that you wanted to buy my tome of Ewok Delicacies, Might I suggest you take a hard look at the preview page of the Male egg Soufflé … either way when you are done let me know

…peace…::

the attached link led to Rawkill to an innocuous link regarding the referred recipe, but When Rawkill looked at the page using decryption programs on his Starnet Chip would lead him to find dangling lines of code that concealed Monte’s Yavin Station command codes.  further inspection would reveal a subroutine to remove the data from the attached site once Rawkill had seen and copied the codes down to his personal data pad

*The Dragon Hawke shot out of hyperspace with lightning speed. The black Corellian frieghter was scratched up from battles years ago, but no one seemed to mind them. It hovered near Yavin as it stared at seemed to be a 'disagreement' between two forces. On one side, it was hard to tell who it was, as the Pilot couldn't recognize the ships, but the other side was obvious. The Basterd's Hand. The elite force, known as GALSAF, main Capital ship. But Crystaall really couldn't call it that. It was more or less their only massive ship that housed about everyone they trained. Crystaall stared from the cockpit of her YT-1300 at the conflict and sighed. She was here to study the Force, not end up in a bloody skirmish. Her R4 droid began to beep excessively as it began to access the ships communication system.*

"R4, do you ever know when your NOT going to know what I'm thinking?"

*The droid only responded quickly, as it went back to work. It quickly set-up a secure channel between the Basterd's Hand and the Dragon Hawke, leaving Crystaall the opportunity to ask what was on her mind. She quickly opened the channel and stood up from her chair, with her rodian friend sitting beside her, waiting for the glorious question of the day.*

-Basterd's Hand, this is the Dragon Hawke's captain Crystaall speaking. It seems like you've upset somebody. Care to explain what the hell is going on?-

*Crystaall hit the comlink again and spoke in her firm voice.*

-Copy that, I'll make sure no Jedi follow me in.-

*Crystaall cut the com channel after her short response and looked at Gregkast, who looked at her with a questioning look.*

(Crystaall)
"What?"

(Gregkast)
"Only you could get use in the middle of something as stupid as this. I thought the Jedi were aware of GALSAF's motives."

(Crystaall)
"As far as I know, the Jedi don't look to kindly on freelance organizations trying to help people."

(Gregkast)
"Fair enough."

*With that, Crystaall sat back down in her leather seat and began to fly the freighter toward Yavin's atmosphere, expecting GALSAF protection. But whether they had it or not was not her concern. She was just worried about GALSAF's reasons for being here.*

* Rowan's StelathX fighter drops out of hyperspace and heads down to the surface of the planet*