Commander Starn of the Republic Fleet had never thought he would be in such a position of power. He had under his command 30 ships, and nearly 60,000 crew members, and 700 fighters. But, it was one position that tittered on the edge of a knife. "Has the trap been sprung?" Raveg said, stalking in from his chambers onto the command bridge. "Yes, sir," Starn said, clearly uncomfortable. "How did they go?" he asked, coming closer to the commander in every step. Starn really felt uncomfortable now. "We didn't launch it against him sir." "Soldier!" Marix snapped, "Do your duty!" "Activate the mines."