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((OK, since alot of stuff has happened since I posted last, let's suppose Aden has made his way back to the Glitterclaw on the med runner))
The medical shuttle touched down on the deck of the Glitterclaw, and as the ramp lowered, Aden hurried as fast as he could towards the turbolifts. After the fighting, he felt like he'd been hit by a stampede of banthas. He'd gotten out of shape commanding the fleet from the bridge.
Two minutes later, he was on the bridge, hand pressed against his throbbing side. Head pounding, lungs screaming for more air, he pulled off his helmet with his free hand. Captain Tistell was standing near the view port, shouting orders, acting as crisp and proper as she always did. She turned at the site of him. “Are we done playing commando, sir? Because the Republic fleet just issued a cease-fire to they're ships. They want a link to you. They want to surrender."
A Lieutenant appeared on the screen. “Commander of the Skar'kla Commandos, we're done with this. We surrender. We just lost our commander in a decompression. Take out ships... just let our crews go. We've got enough shuttles to get everyone of the ships." Aden thought it over. " Very well, Lieutenant. You and you're crew may abandon ship. I'll have boarding crews ready to take control. If I find this has been some sort of hoax, then I'll blow you're shuttles to the other side of Kessel. Got that?"
The Lieutenant nodded. “At this point, sir, we just want out with our lives." Aden smiled. “You made the right choice, then."
Cheers erupted from the bridge. This battle was almost done. And it had turned out even better than he had hoped. _________________

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