Author - here is the second part, holy fuck I need something to eat, started properly writing this chapter at 3am, then editing it, looking back on it, changing some things and now its like 2pm. I am eating something, cracking open a cold fresh fucking monster and playing Shadow of War.
Sleep is for fucking pussies.
***
The bridge of the Gozanti felt too far away, I had watched the entire battle unfold through the holotable and the live feeds the initial strafing runs, the mandalorian breaches, the boarding actions ripping through the big ships, Torv's push on the beachhead, Atii's fighter wing tearing apart their air cover and her subsuquently moving into the shipyard fight.
I had directed it all from orbit, well not all. A part of it since Reza is here and has more experience and experience.
It was all coordinated, calculated and safe.
But safe wasn't enough anymore, the feeds showed the shipyard's resistance crumbling faster than we'd expected. Mandalorians had taken the last major command center the central hub that controlled the entire ring's internal systems and with all the other hubs we controlled we had unrestricted access to everything on the yard. Cameras, gravity wells, blast doors, turbolasers, all of it was ours now.
Pirates were surrendering by the hundreds, stumbling out of corridors with hands raised, drunk, tired, hungover, demoralized. We had won.
But I wasn't done, I turned to Reza. "I'm going down."
He blinked. "Sir?"
"I'm joining the ground fight. Palace guard with me. You have the bridge."
Reza opened his mouth, closed it. Then nodded once. "Understood. We'll keep orbital support on you. Don't do anything stupid."
I gave him a crooked half-smile. "No promises." I grabbed my helmet the reinforced officer model, matte gray with the Elyrian crest and headed for the hangar bay.
I commed in the palace guard as we started making our way down. This is the perfect time to get some combat experience, anything at all is better than nothing.
Few minutes later, the 100 palace guard were already waiting Thorn at their head, white armour polished, rifles ready. They fell in behind me without a word.
The shuttle ride down was short and calm since the space battle is as good as over and there are no more turbolaser fire from the yard itself, just few fighters and ships that managed to break away from the gravity wells of the yard.
Through the viewports I could see the shipyard burning in sections fires venting into space, debris fields dancing around, pirate ships drifting dead.
We landed hard in the secured beachhead Torv had carved out earlier the reinforced sleds there scanning every entrence to the hangar, with one aiming at a group of surrendered pirates in the corner while in the other corner the bodies were piled high.
I stepped out first.
The air was thick with smoke and the coppery smell of blaster-charred flesh. My boots crunched on debris, while the palace guard fanned out around me from the shuttles a tight protective wedge.
Karlach was waiting, his injury was mostly healed but still there thats why he was put in charge of the beachhead security. "Governor," he said. "You shouldn't be here."
"I know," I replied. "Where's the fight?" He jerked his head toward a left side corridor the one leading to the turbolift to the higher levels. "There are not many pockets of resistance left, most are either down in the various storage areas and slave pits or up near where most of the quarters are. All are heavily defended."
I nodded."Let's go," we moved.
The corridor was a slaughterhouse. Bodies everywhere, pirates cut down mid-flight, some still twitching, others missing limbs. The walls were scarred with blaster burns.
We passed a group of surrendered pirates, 40 or 50 of them, hands up, kneeling in a line while militia watched them. One was crying openly, another was vomiting from the hangover.
After a while and a turbolift up we reached a major intersection of corridors and living quarters, we are currently in what I assume as dining hall with Torv's team was taking cover behind a few crates, tables and a collapsed wall stormtroopers and militia returning fire, but the pirates had a good position: barricades 40–50 defenders with heavy repeaters and grenades.
I signalled the palace guard. "Go into the rooms on the side, use breaching charges we have left and flank left and right. I'll take right Thorn take the left."
We split.
I moved low, blaster pistol up, heart hammering. The uniform felt right now, reinforced plating taking the occasional glancing bolt without penetrating. I moved into a room and waited for the placed charge to detonate, once that was done a few palace guards moved ahead of me into a different corridor, and as I rounded the corner and saw them the pirate line, backs to us, focused on Torvs position.
I can see on the opposite side open fire.
The first pirate a Gamorrean with his shirt off took multiple bolts to the back of his fat green head, and only after a 3rd or 4th he dropped. The second a reptilian Barabel who still holding a bottle spun toward me with a blaster pistol, he dropped his bottle and also started whipping out a 2nd blaster.
I aimed for the upper chest and fired 5 times rapidly but I hit his lower stomach twice, but that was enough as he staggered and fell.
A clan warrior that went with us was exposed ahead, trying to push forward with a vibrosword and a pistol, a pirate swung a high powered sniper blaster toward her.
I lunged on instinct and my shoulder slammed into the warrior, knocking her and me sideways into a small fallen piece of the ceiling. The bolt hissed past where her head had been and I rolled, came up firing but I missed, however this proved a distraction as a palace guard got out of cover and shot him through the neck and head. His head snapped back, helmet cracking open revealing a near human species I can't place a name of with sharp teeth and gold and obsidian eyes like a goat.
The warrior I saved scrambled up, nodded once gratitude in her eyes.
I kept moving from cover to cover, the flanking fire from my palace guards and Torv's team collapsed the pirate line. They broke, some tried to run while others surrendered. Though most died where they stood.
I sigh.
Fuck me, I got too cocky, I thought with the few months of training I would be moving like Ghost from Call of Duty, well there goes my ego though I did save one and kill one so I guess thats progress?
I keyed the comm."Dining hall secured. Resistance collapsing. Report."
Jaster's voice came back first." With the last of the command centers taken. We control everything. Pirates are surrendering by the hundreds. It's about to be over."
I looked around, bodies everywhere with smoke rising.
I could really use a white monster right about now.
***
Reza POV
The Gozanti bridge was quiet now the battle noise reduced to distant echoes through the hull and the low murmur of status reports. I stood at the central holotable watching the cleanup unfold across dozens of feeds.
Most of the pirates who could still stand had surrendered, they knelt in long lines along corridors and hangars, hands bound with mag-cuffs, heads bowed.
Orders had been clear from the start: those who drop weapons live, those who keep fighting die.
I switched feeds, one hangar showed a squad of militia and stormtroopers moving methodically through the wreckage. They stepped over bodies charred armour, melted plastoid, frozen expressions of shock. A few living pirates were being pulled from under debris, searched, cuffed, marched out.
Another feed showed a slave pen, the door had been blown open inside were dozens of figures male and female of Twi'leks, Zeltrons, humans, some barely clothed, many bruised, all beset with rage as they jumped at the surrendered pirates with any heavy object they could get their hands on, some with just their fists and started massacring them. The nearby militia and clan warriors stood by not even trying to stop them, they did their job they did not kill the prisoners but its a whole other matter for the slaves to kill them.
Even the medical teams that were sent there did not try and stop it, instead they focused on healing the few slaves that could barley even move.
I exhaled slowly, we didn't know the full extent of what had been done to those slaves, but the signs were everywhere: torn clothing, blood on the deck, broken restraints, torture equipment and in dining and butchering equipment for certain inclined pirate species.
I switched to the next feed and kept watching.
Unnamed Militia Trooper POV (male, 22, Elyrian native)
I moved down the corridor with my squad 8 of us, blasters up, stepping over bodies that were still warm. The deck was slick with blood and spilled liquor supplanted by various scorch marks. The smell was awful burnt flesh, vomit, fear-sweat, something sweeter and sicker underneath it all.
We reached a side room a lounge that had been used for the party. Tables overturned with bottles everywhere. A Twi'lek girl lay in the corner on a huge wooden table, or whats left of her body eyes open but unseeing, one lekku limp while the other looks like someone took a bite out of it.
A Defel pirate was slumped nearby, blaster still in his hand, mouth stained red, a clean hole burned through his chest.
He'd been shot while 'having dinner' We didn't touch the bodies, we are just here to secure the room, checked for survivors, moved on.
I saw a pen farther down, 20 or 30 slaves, some naked, some chained to the wall, all looked well fed, but considering why they were well fed... One twi'lek girl was crying silently, she looked almost identical to the girl that was in the corner table.
I lowered my rifle a fraction, our orders were to take prisoners and not shoot the ones who surrendered. We weren't monsters.
But the pirates had been.
I could see it in the way the slaves flinched when we approached. In the blood on the floor. In the torn clothing. I swallowed hard and kept moving.
Female Clan Warrior POV (the one Kael saved)
My name is Lira Kade, I was the one the governor pushed out of the way when that pirate swung his blaster toward me. The bolt hissed past my head instead of through it. I hit the deck hard, rolled, came up firing. The pirate who'd shot at me was already dead.
Now I moved through the corridors with my clan sisters and brothers, checking rooms, securing sections, making sure no one was left behind to flank us. We found a lounge that had been used for… entertainment. Tables overturned. Blood on the wall with a Zeltron male lay in the middle of the room, neck broken, eyes wide. his clothes were gone. Bruises everywhere and scortch marks and electric burns everywhere.
We didn't speak, we just kept moving.
In the next corridor we found more a group of slaves maybe 15 chained to a railing. Some conscious, some not.
We cut their chains and called for medical, I helped one Echani boy up, he didn't run, he just sat there, shaking. I offered a hand and he took it.
Human Pirate Survivor POV.
I sat against the wall in a side corridor, hands bound behind my back with mag-cuffs, knees pulled up to my chest. My head pounded, my mouth tasted like vomit and blood.
Around me were 40 or 50 others, all surrendered, all cuffed, all waiting to see if we'd be shot anyway.
We'd tried to break out towards some of the ships in the lower hangars, we'd failed.
They'd disarmed us, cuffed us, and moved on leaving behind a few armed guards.
I remembered the party and what we did, I mostly stayed to myself, only drinking thinking of earning enough credits and going home but the others, the others did things that will for certain cause all of our executions. I looked down at my hands, the cuffs were tight.
They knew what others have done, and will assume I participated.
I closed my eyes, and waited.
***
Kael POV
The command deck of the captured Gladiator-class Star Destroyer Iron Reaver was silent except for the low hum of failing systems and the occasional groan of stressed metal settling in vacuum. Red emergency lights pulsed slowly, casting long shadows across consoles that had been overridden. Bodies lay where they had fallen, some slumped over stations, others sprawled on the deck.
The smell was thick: charred plastoid from blaster burns, spilled liquor turning sticky on the floor, the coppery ozone of overheated electronics, and underneath it all the faint sourness of fear-sweat and death.
I moved to the Iron Reaver, wanting to look over the newly acquired command ship of Elyria.
I stood at the main viewport, hands clasped behind my back, the reinforced battle uniform still on tunic sleeves rolled to the elbows now, short cape stained with soot and blood splatter that wasn't mine.
My father's blaster pistol rested heavy at my hip, warm from use. Through the massive viewport the shipyard stretched out in all directions a colossal ring of durasteel and lights, scarred and broken, but ours.
The battle was over, victory was secured.
I had watched most of it from the Gozanti bridge until I went down there, I'd come down myself for the final push brief, brutal participation in a skirmish in the dining hall and a few other ones while moving up.
At least 5 pirates dead by my hand, one clan warrior saved from a blaster bolt that would have taken her head.
No pirate was ableto escape the system our fighters, bombers snd ship had sealed every exit vector. While we secured the main hangars and shut out the rest, now it was quiet.
I walked slowly across the deck, boots sticking slightly to dried blood and spilled drink. A trandoshan lay face-down near the main console, I stepped over him without looking down.
How had it unfolded so fast and easy?
They had been drunk, drugged up and distracted while celebrating a victory.
The advanced party had crippled their defenses before they even knew we were fully there. The Mandalorians had breached the big ships almost unopposed bridges locked down, controls disabled or destroyed. The main fleet had arrived like thunder, Acclamators hammering the outer ring, fighters clearing the sky, Kom'rks and skiffs dropping troops into the heart of the yard.
Torv's beachhead had held.
Atii's air wing had owned the void before she moved in inside.
The stormtroopers had deployed with mechanical precision and terrifying fast paced brutality, even the shinies in the 2nd wave did admirably.
The militia and native warriors had pushed forward with raw fury and determination smelling blood in the water.
The palace guard, the elite of the elite mowed down the remaining resistance and kept me alive long enough for me to get some actual battle experience and boost my image as a leader who fights on the frontlines, just moving to the Iron Reaver I had gotten countless salutes, cheers and the peace through power quote that honestly is sticking to me.
And the pirates… they had folded, there were thousands of them maybe approaching 10,000 across the entire confederation fleet and yard reduced to panicked mobs in less than two hours. Infighting had already weakened them.
The celebration had made them vulnerable, we had struck from multiple vectors, slipped in to their command centres and dominated the skies and the ground battle with ruthless precision and better quality.
Eh who cares, art of war. Strike your enemy while he is dick deep and drunk as piss and you shall win battles or something like that.
The shipyard fires were being extinguished burning, our ships held position: the two Acclamators forming a protective wedge, the repaired captured cruisers and haulers screening the perimeter, Kom'rks and skiffs sweeping for stragglers, fighters and bombers circling like predators over a kill. The Gozanti hung high above, my command post now a floating headquarters.
It was over.
The scale of it hit me slowly.
Most of the confederation, dozens of factions, thousands of pirates, hundreds of ships had gathered here. They were trying to consolidate under the strongest banner after their own internal war.
We had taken the heart of their power, the rest scattered outposts, personal vaults, hidden bases of individual warlords would fall later.
One by one, no more unified threat just remnants that will flee as far away from Elyria as possible.
I exhaled, fogging the viewport for a second, my parents would have been proud, maybe a bit horrified, my father was a soldier yes but he only fought minor pirates and the droid armies of the CIS.
I thought about the slaves we had freed thousands with the approximate tally being 15 thousand, many still in shock, many broken.
We had won, but victory always costs something. I turned away from the viewport and started walking out of the bridge. "Reza," I said into my comm. "Compile the loss tally. I want full numbers. Ours and theirs."
There was a pause, then his voice came back, tired but steady. "Already working on it, sir."
"Good, all leaders are to report to the Gozanti for a debrief."
"Understood Governor."
***
The bridge of the Gozanti had become a makeshift war room again, the holotable was active, but the display was no longer showing live combat feeds. Instead it cycled through casualty reports, damage assessments, and medical triage lists compiled from every ship and ground team.
The numbers were coming in steadily now. I stood at the centre of the table, arms crossed, still in the reinforced battle uniform. The cape was draped over the chair and my tunic sleeves were rolled up past the elbows. My father's blaster rested on the console beside me, barrel now cooling.
The room was quieter than it had been during the battle, no one was shouting orders anymore there was no need for it. We were just… counting.
Reza stood to my left, datapad in hand, voice low and steady as he read off the consolidated figures so far, some numbers could move up a bit through some leftover pocket resistance, succumbing to wounds or just after battle accidents but at this point it would not be by much.
"Militia losses: 347 dead, 612 wounded, most of the fatalities came during the initial beachhead push and the corridor fighting near the central hangars. Most of wounded are stable for now bacta shortages are being addressed with the relief convoy stocks and the pirate storage."
I nodded once. 347 dead, honestly I feared triple that number so this is great news.
"Clan warriors," Reza continued. " 194 dead, 381 wounded, heavy casualties in storming the ships and close quarter combat on the upper and lower levels of the yard."
"Mandalorians: 18 dead, 98 wounded. Most of the fatalities were from suicidal pirates and big statued species like Trandoshans or Gamorreans that can carry heavy blasters with ease, the biggest loss was when a rogue mandalorian lead his pirate band and killed 9 mandalorians when he tried to get to his ship. He was shot down in space by the Gozanti."
Jaster's holo flickered slightly and frowned as he spoke."Compared to what we faced in the Elyria battle these loses are astronomically higher, we need to make sure all mandalorians are of highest quality, they got laxed their training will increase twofold."
"Stormtroopers," Reza went on. "Veterans: 112 dead, 204 wounded. Shinies: 78 dead, 143 wounded. The fresh troops paid a heavy price in the second wave but the rest learned fast, the veterans pulled them through the worst of it."
I felt the weight of that one settle in my chest. 190 stormtroopers dead total, not bad. Certinally not good but better than the other battle.
"Ships and fighters," Reza finished. "Lost: 3 armed haulers 2 taken out by concentrated turbolaser fire after the beachhead drop once they joined in the fight, 1 lost just after it dropped the troops due to a pirate Nebulon B ramming into the bridge, 7 skiffs destroyed or disabled during strafing run close support and troop transport, 14 Headhunters, 6 Y-wing bombers, 9 TIEs. No capital ship losses. The Acclamators took moderate shield damage but nothing structural. The retrofitted cruisers are all intact one has hull breaches but is still operational."
I looked at the holotable.
The green icons representing our forces were dimmer now red icons for the pirates were almost entirely gone replaced by gray markers for captured or destroyed.
Total friendly losses: Militia: 347 dead, 612 wounded Clan warriors: 194 dead, 381 wounded Mandalorians: 18 dead, 98 wounded Stormtroopers: 190 dead, 347 wounded Ships/fighters: 3 armed haulers, 7 skiffs, 14 Headhunters, 6 Y-wing bombers, 9 TIEs.
I exhaled slowly, it could have been worse.
It should have been worse.
The pirates had outnumbered us badly thousands against our roughly 3,000 combat-effective troops not including the crews and pilots. They had hundreds of ships, defenses and a Gladiator-class destroyer that could have turned the entire battle if it had been fully crewed and operational.
We had exploited every crack and opportunity these scum gave us with their hubris. I looked up from the numbers, the room was silent except for the soft hum of the holotable. "Thank you, Reza," I said quietly.
He nodded once, I turned to the others. "We won," I said. "But we paid for it. Every name on these lists is one we'll remember. Every wounded fighter is one we'll heal. Every ship we lost is one we'll replace."
Torv just gave a short gruff chuckle. "Peace through power, eh?"
I just groaned.
Reza then began again. "The pirates lost almost everything here," he said. "Total manpower present at the shipyard during the battle: estimated 9,400 to 10,600. That includes crew, fighters, dock workers, some battle droids and hangers-on from the celebration. We killed roughly 6,800 of them the rest are captured or hidden."
He tapped the table again, "Most of those were in the first hour caught in the open during the initial strafing runs, boarding actions, and corridor sweeps. The rest died in the final pockets of resistance or during the collapse of their barricades, the rest surrendered in waves once the command centres fell and the Mandalorians started turning their own turrets against them and striking them from the back"
I nodded slowly. "And scattered remnants?"
Reza switched overlays. Smaller red dots appeared outposts, group vaults, personal hidden bases. "Outside this shipyard, the confederation still has scattered manpower. Best estimate: 2,800 to 3,400 remaining across the entire network. Broken down as follows:"
"Minor outposts (12 confirmed locations): 1,200–1,600 total. Mostly light garrisons 50 to 150 per site. Lightly armed with some stored resources and weapons, they are unware of the fall of the shipyard."
"Group vaults (7 known stash locations): 800–1,100 personnel. Small guard detachments 80 to 200 per vault. Mostly technicians, overseers, and enforcers protecting considerable amount of loot, slaves and sensitive information."
"Personal hidden vaults and private bases (estimated 9–14 belonging to individual warlords or faction lieutenants): 600–900 total. Very small 30 to 80 per site or less. These are the most paranoid and best hidden with elite droid guards and top weapons, programming and good anti ship defences. They'll be the last to fall."
I stared at the scattered red dots, the shipyard had been their heart the place where they repaired, met, planned, celebrated. We had ripped it out. The remaining outposts, vaults, and hidden bases were just limbs twitching, bleeding, but no longer connected to anything vital."
How long until they realize how broken they are?" I asked. Reza exhaled. "We jammed all the communications and no ship has escaped, within days maybe a week they will realise something has happened. Some will run, some will hide. None of them have the strength to hit back in force anymore."
I looked at the holotable one last time.10,000 pirates reduced to around 3,000 scattered remnants.
"Ships?" I ask.
Reza made a few hand motions on the datapad. "Initial inventory of captured ships," he said. "We're still doing full sweeps, but the broad picture is clear. The pirates brought hundreds of ships and fighters here. We took most of them."
I nodded once." List them."
Reza began reading from the consolidated report. "Capital ships first. The flagship: Iron Reaver Gladiator-class Star Destroyer. Captured intact after Mandalorian boarding parties locked down the bridge. This one alone tilts the balance of power in the sector."
He continued."Three heavy cruisers: Bloodfang (modified CIS munificent ship, captured after bridge lockdown), Void Reaver (an obscure old Republic-era Dreadnaught-class hull the pirates had heavily upgraded but not much, it might be almost as big as and armed as the star destroyer but its engines, system and shields were magnitude times worse), and Iron Widow (a custom-built pirate cruiser built on a salvaged Carrack-class frame). All three are secured and under our control."
"Frigates and corvettes: 14 total. Seven Nebulon-B2 frigates (standard Imperial models the pirates had stolen), three DP20 Corellian gunships, two CR90 corvettes, and two obscure designs one is a modified SoroSuub light frigate called Shadow's Edge, the other an old Mandalorian-built Keldabe-class corvette the pirates had renamed Death's Kiss. All captured, most with only minor damage."
"Haulers and transports: 47 in total. 19 bulk freighters (mostly Gallofree GR-75s and various Corellian Action VI models), 12 medium transports (YT-1300 and YT-2400 types), and 16 smaller utility haulers. Several are armed conversions we can keep for troop movement. The rest are pure cargo valuable for logistics and convoys able to repel small pirate bands."
"Skiffs and small craft: 68 light attack skiffs and patrol boats. Most are standard pirate-modified speeders, SoroSuub or Kuat patrol skiffs, fast and lightly armed. We can repurpose them easily for system security."
"Fighters and bombers are a mish mash: 214 total. 89 Z-95 Headhunters (standard and some pirate-modified variants), 47 Y-wing bombers or similar (old Clone Wars models), 38 Scyk fighters (obscure Mandalorian-designed light interceptors the pirates had acquired), and 40 Skipray blastboats repurposed as heavy fighters, there were also a few dozen others but they were so modified or obscure it was hard to name what they are or were. Most are damaged but repairable. The Headhunters and Y-wings are in the best shape."
I listened to every number, every name. Hundreds of ships, thousands of fighters and support craft. The pirates had brought their entire strength here. Now it was all ours.
Reza kept reading. "Additional captured vessels: 9 obscure designs the pirates had salvaged or built themselves. Two are old Republic-era Dreadnaught variants in need of heavy upgrades, one is a modified Lantillian short-range shuttle turned gunboat, three are Hypes Consortium luxury yachts converted into armed transports, and three are completely custom pirate hulls all smaller than the Gladiator."
The scale was staggering, it will take them months maybe a year and more to train and crew them all.
We had taken the heart of the confederation in one decisive strike, The Iron Reaver alone was a game-changer. The cruisers, frigates, and corvettes gave us real capital-ship strength, the haulers and transports would solve our logistics problems for years and reduce the need for escort with their heavy armaments. The fighters and bombers would give us air superiority anywhere in the sector for now at least And the smaller ships the skiffs, the obscure designs would become the backbone of our system defence and raiding fleet if need be.
I should contact the old man, maybe he will be generous enough to part with a few hundred crews.
I turned to Reza. "Begin full inventory and repair prioritization. The Iron Reaver gets top priority. Then the biggest and most modern cruisers and ship. Then everything else. We integrate what we can immediately. The rest we tow back or leave here until we can crew them"
Reza nodded. "Already started, sir."
The bridge of the Gozanti felt too small for the numbers scrolling across the holotable.
I had to stand up after seeing just glimpses of the resources we captured.
Reza cleared his throat as I can see his hand holding the datapad shake slightly as his lips turn upward in shock and joy, he started reading from the compiled report.
"Resources and loot secured from the shipyard and captured vessels. This was their central hub the place where they repaired, stored, traded, and hoarded everything they stole across the sector. The scale is… staggering." He whispered at the end as he swallowed heavily.
He tapped the table and the display shifted to cascading lists and volume estimates.
"Freed slaves: approximately 15,000. Most were held in the main holding pens and secondary slave decks. Many are in poor condition malnourished, beaten, drugged, some bearing signs of prolonged abuse. Medical teams are triaging now. Bacta shortages are critical but we're reallocating every reserve we have. The majority are Twi'lek, Zeltron, Pantoran, human, and a scattering of other species. They're being moved to secure transports as we speak."
I felt something tighten in my chest. 15,000. I had known the number would be high. I hadn't known it would be that high.
Reza cleared his throat and unbuttoned the top 2 buttons on his uniform as if what he was about to say was going to choke him. "Stockpiled loot and resources: the shipyard was their main warehouse. We've secured the following from vaults, hangars, repair bays, and cargo holds across the ring and the docked ships."
He paused, letting the list build."Weapons: over 120,000 blasters of various types E-11s, A280s, DC-15s, disruptors, heavy repeaters, and other smattering of others, even a few hundred primitive slugthrowers, primarily Tusken make from Tattoine. More than 8,400 thermal detonators and concussion grenades along with several hundred other explosives, breaching charges, smoke grenades and others. 2,600 vibroblades, vibro-axes and roughly 4,000 assortment of other mele weapons. 1,200 light repeating blasters and E-Webs. Qualities ranges from pristine to heavily used pirate modifications."
Oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck, oh lor-
Torv almost fell of his chair at the number of weapons as Atii choked on her water, but Reze continued after taking a sip of water.
"Armour: 45,000 sets of mismatched plastoid and composite plates. 9,000 full sets of stormtrooper armour, they still have the serial numbers and manufacturing codes, we can sell the information to the Imperial High Command to hunt down the smugglers and the one who sold these to the pirate. There are also several hundred beskar pieces big and small fragments, gauntlets, chest plates and chips likely taken from fallen Mandalorians or stolen from transports. Quality varies wildly, but enough good pieces to equip several companies."
Jesters and other mandalorian leaders were visibly in shock with Jester and Toren Vhett even lifting their eyebrows, for them it might as well be the epitome of shock and disbelief.
"Food and rations: 1.8 million standard ration packs. Bulk stores of preserved meats, dried fruits, nutrient paste, and luxury items stolen from trade routes Corellian wines, Chandrilan chocolates, Naboo fruits. Enough to feed the entire population of Elyria for months."
"Medicinal supplies: 320,000 doses of bacta various concentrations) 180,000 kolto canisters, 45,000 medpacs, surgical droids 12 intact, 8 damaged, kolto tanks (34), stims and painkillers by the crate. Quality is high, most came from Black Sun shipments before they pulled support, some are being used on the wounded and slaves."
He then paused as his eyes went wide and his mouth went slack for a minute. After a while Varn punched him in the arm to get him out of his stupor.
He sputtered for a bit before evening out his breathing and downing the rest of his water in the bottle.
"Precious metals and valuables: 1,200 metric tons of refined durasteel and plasteel ingots. 340 tons of gold, platinum, and aurodium bars. 180 crates of unprocessed gemstones mostly from raided mining colonies. 90 crates of spice (glitterstim and ryll). Several thousand peggats, Imperial credits, and miscellaneous currencies total value still being assessed but in the high billions."
I froze.
Ohimbouttobustimbouttocumholyshit
"Uhm, Reza. Can you repeat what you said?"
He did.
Right, so that was not a mistake.
I gave a forced smile as I clamped my hand on the other trying to stop the shaking.
"Continue Reza."
"Repair resources: 2,400 tons of spare parts hyperdrives, shield generators, turbolaser barrels, reactor cores. 180 complete engine assemblies. 45 full sets of starship-grade hull plating. Enough to refit our entire fleet and start building more. Artifacts and miscellaneous: several hundred pieces wide range of cultural relics stolen from raided worlds. Statues, tapestries, ceremonial weapons, ancient coins, rare books. Quality is museum-grade in many cases. Also 12 crates of high-end luxury goods perfumes, silks, rare liquors."
Reza paused again."And credits physical and digital. Physical: 3.4 million in Imperial credits, peggats, and other currencies in physical form. Digital: accounts already being cracked early estimate 8–12 million transferable. The pirates kept everything here. They thought it was safe."
Im light headed and dizzy, the good kind.
I stared at it all them.
15,000 freed slaves.
Millions of ration packs.
Hundreds of thousands of weapons and armour pieces.
Millions in credits and metals.
Enough repair resources to double our fleet.
Artifacts that could buy favor with Thrawn or anyone else who valued history.
I felt it hit me all at once again shock, excitement, absolute sheer fucking joy.
My hands were shaking so badly its noticeable to all.
We hadn't just won a battle, we had taken the heart of the confederation and gutted it. Their main base, their stockpiles, their wealth. Their slaves, now freed, all of it ours now.
The scattered remnants the outposts, the group vaults, the personal hidden bases were just leftover scraps now, probably not bringing even 1/100th of what we got here unless its some ultra rare things they stashed.
I looked up at the faces around the table.
Reza's eyes were wide.
Jaster's holo wore a rare, small smile, thats a first.
The other mandalorian leaders wore feral grins even Vhett.
Torv was clenching his fists on the repeater blaster.
Atii's grin was feral and proud.
Elara's expression was quiet relief.
The clones, stood straighter, a flicker of satisfaction in their faces.
I let out a long breath."We did it," I said quietly. "Most of the confederation is gone. What's left are fragments. We'll hunt them down later. For now…" I choked back a laugh as I looked back at the numbers.
"For now we have everything we need to build something real and celebrate" The joy hit me again sharp, almost painful.
I laughed a short, rough sound that surprised even me.
The room went still for a second, then Atii laughed too.
The rest followed even Ridge's holo cracked a small smile.
Atii turned into a brown haired, beskar clad missle as she slammed into me giving me a spine shattering bear hug.
Woman, I cant breathe. Let me celebrate my newfound wealth for a day before you break my fuc-
Crack
Owwmyfuckingback.