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Coruscant home of Admiral Ackbar
General information
Constructed

Between 6.5 ABY and 10 ABY[1]

Location

Victory Lake, Coruscant[2]

Physical specifications
Usage
Era(s)

New Republic era[2]

Affiliation

Ackbar[2]

"I intend to go to my quarters and bite the head off a frozen ormachek."
―Ackbar[src]

The Coruscant home of Admiral Ackbar was a residential structure located in Victory Lake on Coruscant. A two-story aquahab, the building was the residence of Admiral Ackbar, supreme commander of the New Republic Defense Fleet, from some time after the New Republic capture of Coruscant until the Black Fleet Crisis. Possibly until he goes belly-up in his tank but I haven't checked the sources that far yet.

Contents

OccupantsEdit

Only one dude lives here. He's a fish. Likes water. Snappy dresser. Eats ormacheks.

DescriptionEdit

Cylinders, skywalks, holy freaking crapload of security, yada yada.

HistoryEdit

Dude lived here. Mentioned that earlier but here it is again. Visited with high muckety-mucks of intel and fleet during the whole Yevetha whatsis.

Behind the scenesEdit

The only thing the available texts call this thing is the rather unwieldy "Coruscant home of Admiral Ackbar". Aside from the NEGC being soundly wrong and saying the house itself is called Victory Lake. Will explain that here.

A-ha! Drayson has a "home on the north shore of Victory Lake." Kinda rules out Ackbar's house being the thing named Victory Lake. Ref-Tyrant's Test chapter 6

AppearancesEdit

SourcesEdit

Notes and referencesEdit

Category:Coruscant locations Category:Residential buildings

Source materials-ignore this-it will be deleted-we respect copyright laws wink winkEdit

Before the StormEdit

Chapter 1Edit

"I intend to go to my quarters and bite the head off a frozen ormachek."

Chapter 7Edit

Ayddar Nylykerka did not leave his desk for three days. When at last he did, it was not to go home. With his datapad tucked tightly under his arm, he ordered an airspeeder from the pool and headed for Victory Lake.

The Coruscant home of Admiral Ackbar was made up of two squat off-white cylinders. One cylinder, windowless, rose from the grassy shore of Victory Lake. The other, half transparisteel, rose from the tranquil blue water. They were linked by a third cylinder, a long, slender shape that enclosed a second-story skywalk. A graceful single-seat Calamari water skimmer was moored to a pylon in the lake.

Ayddar's Fleet ID was enough to get him past the guardpost at the security perimeter, though he was obliged to surrender his datapad for screening, then park the airspeeder and walk up to the house. There he presented himself at the entrance to the lakeshore cylinder.

"Ayddar Nylykerka, chief analyst of the Asset Tracking office, Intelligence Section, Fleet Command, to see Admiral Ackbar. "

A few seconds later the curved door flashed open with a hiss to reveal a Fleet valet droid. Folding its arms across its chest, it seemed to take up the whole doorway. "Analyst, Admiral Ackbar doesn't see anyone below the rank of commodore when he's home, " the droid said. "He spends enough time out of water as it is. Call his office in the morning and ask for an appointment. "

Ayddar stared disbelievingly. "You don't understand. This is important."

"Then it's important enough to disturb your immediate superior first, " the droid said. "Run it up through channels. The admiral will consider it if and when it reaches his desk. "

"No, " Ayddar said stubbornly. He tried to look beyond the droid into the house, but all he saw was the inner door of the security lock.

"Not acceptable. I have to see him personally. I can't take the chance that this information won't be brought to his attention. "

"Mr. Nylykerka, Admiral Ackbar is resting. He is not available to see you, " the droid said implacably. "Now, will you leave, or do I need to signal the guard? "

Hugging the datapad to his chest, Ayddar squinted angrily at the droid.

"Very well, " he said finally. "I'll go. "

"Thank you, Mr. Nylykerka, " said the droid. It waited until Ayddar had turned and taken his first steps down the path before closing the door.

The moment the door closed, however, Ayddar wheeled around on the path and ran past the entrance toward the shore. Gritting his teeth and cringing, he waded clumsily out into the water, splashing wildly.

Alarms began to sound, and a brilliant bank of lights on the underside of the skywalk suddenly cut short the twilight. With an animal cry, Ayddar flung himself headlong into the waist-deep water and began to thrash his way toward the lake cylinder in a wretched imitation of swimming.

His simple and single-minded impulse had been to pound on the lake-level viewpanes to get Ackbar's attention.

But as he got closer, he saw that the cylinder was an aquahab, filled with water nearly to the level of the skywalk.

A security airspeeder swooped low overhead, and an amplified voice bellowed orders at him. "Attention, intruder--this is your only warning. You are trespassing on government property. Antipersonnel blasters are aimed at you. Stop where you are, and you will not be fired on. If you do not surrender, you will be shot. "

Panicked, Ayddar raised his arms. When he did, his fragile grasp of swimming abruptly ended, and he slid below the surface. Before he realized what was happening, he found himself mired hand and foot in a layer of muck on the bottom, unable to push off and free himself to return to the surface.

A ring of lamps around the base of the aquahab flooded the dark waters with light. For the first time Ayddar could see that there was an underwater entrance to the cylinder. He fought his way along the bottom to it, reached up with his free hand, and squeezed the Open lever.

Nothing happened.

In final desperation, with the sound of a jetboat's engines surrounding him and quickly growing louder, Ayddar reached up and swung the datapad against the hatch. It seemed to move in slow motion and to make hardly any sound when it struck.

But to Ayddar's surprise, the hatch slid open. A blur in the water grasped him firmly by the front of his shirt and dragged him inside with an ease that spoke of impressive strength. Moments later Ayddar found himself breaking the surface at the top of the aquahab.

Gasping noisily, he grabbed wildly for the edge. Only when his fingertips had found precarious purchase there did Ayddar realize that he no longer had the datapad.

He looked around wildly and found Admiral Ackbar watching him. The Calamari glided easily through the water on the far side of the pool, making barely a ripple.

"You are Tammarian, are you not? " Ackbar said.

Ayddar was shaking uncontrollably as he clung to the edge of the walkway surrounding the water. "Yes, Ad-Admiral. "

"I have heard that Tammar has an unusually thin atmosphere for an inhabited world, " said Ackbar casually.

"That is t-true, Admiral. "

"I have heard, " the admiral went on, "that as a consequence your people evolved a sort of chemical pouch where you store oxygen while at rest. "

"Yes, " Ayddar said through chattering lips. "Thecbagbizs torre. It al-allows us to expend en-en-energy faster, for-for a short time, than res-respiration alone would al-allow. "

"I am told, " said Ackbar, "that this is why your people can free-live in vacuum for short periods of time. "

Feeling nauseous, Ayddar closed his eyes and rested his head on his arms. "Yes, " he said, his voice small and muffled.

"I have also heard, " said the Calamari, gliding nearby, "that your planet is wholly without surface water, and that your people's most powerful fears have come to involve being immersed in standing water. "

Ayddar nodded weakly.

"I confess that such fears are completely alien to me, " said Ackbar. "Yet you willingly entered the lake in an effort to see me. "

"Y-Yes, Admiral. I thought it was my d-duty. "

Effortlessly, the big Calamari eased himself out of the water and onto the ledge. Ayddar saw that he held the datapad securely in one big hand.

"Well, " Ackbar said, extending his empty hand to Ayddar, "I find I am not resting any longer. So perhaps you will come to my study with me and tell me what news has inspired such reckless devotion to duty. "


Chapter 10Edit

In the wee hours of the morning of the Fifth Fleet's departure from Coruscant, a dark-blue bubble-topped Fleet speeder reached the entry gate at Admiral Ackbar's residence on Victory Lake. It slowed only briefly, then was waved through, following the drive up to the house.

There was already a vehicle parked there, a sleek-winged Poranji orbital jumper-the smallest ground-to-orbit spacecraft licensed for use on Coruscant, and a favorite of kids with dreams of the stars. But the adult who emerged from the speeder was not beyond the appeal of such glittery attractions. Despite the hour and the weight on his shoulders, General Etahn A'baht paused to look over the Poranji jumper before turning toward the door.

Light flooded the lawn briefly as Admiral Ackbar admitted the commander of the Fifth Fleet. The light also revealed A'baht's tired eyes and unhappy expression.

"Ah, Etahn, come in, " said Ackbar, stepping aside to clear the way. "Thank you for coming. I know you're needed elsewhere, and I will not keep you long. "

"I don't know why whatever business we have at this point couldn't have been conducted by holo comm, " A'baht grumbled. "I should have been at Eastpott two hours ago as it is. "

"I am certain that the Fifth will not sail without you, General, " said Ackbar, guiding A'baht through the house. "And I think you will not begrudge the time. "

"I wouldn't begrudge it if I had it. I could be on my way to theIntrepid right now. I should be. "

"There is someone I want you to meet before you go, " Ackbar said, leading the way into a round-walled Inner room.

"It's a curious hour for a social call, " said A'baht, following.

"It would be, " agreed Ackbar as a third man rose from a wide, soft-cushioned chair and approached them. "Etahn, I want you to meet Hiram Drayson. "

"Admiral Drayson, of Chandrila? " asked A'baht, caught uncertainly between a salute and taking the hand offered him in greeting.

"Once upon a time, " said Drayson, smiling.

"I know of you, sir. I did not know you were still on Coruscant. "

"Let us dispense with 'sirs' and saluting, " said Ackbar. "This meeting is quite unofficial, so it might as well be informal. "

"All right, " said A'baht. "What's this about? "

"Etahn, Hiram is the director of Alpha Blue. Have you heard that name before? "

"No. "

"Good. You should not have, until now, " said Ackbar. "Hiram and Alpha Blue work within Fleet Intelligence, and beyond its reach. They have a charter which recognizes the ambiguities of war and politics, and inherit the jobs which require working outside the rules of polite society. "

"Diplomatically put, " said Drayson, smiling pleasantly.

"Hiram has some information for you, " Ackbar continued. "I would listen to him carefully. I myself have found it valuable to do so in the past-and to have his counsel, as well. " He nodded at Drayson.

"And now I will say good night. "

"Wait-where are you going? " asked A'baht.

"This conversation is not meant for my ears, " said Ackbar. "I am going to the water column, to sleep. It is quite late, you know. "

A'baht watched him leave the room, then turned to Drayson. "I have the curious feeling that being favored with an introduction to you is less an honor than a portent. "

Drayson smiled. "It signifies that Ackbar trusts you implicitly, and that's no mean compliment. But I won't deny it-introductions to me seem to have a way of costing folks the blessings of a peaceful sleep. "

"Just so. Well-what did you want to talk to me about? "

"Your travel plans, " said Drayson. "Come, let's sit. "

"I've been trying for months to establish some assets in the Koornacht Cluster, " said Drayson. "It hasn't been easy, even for me. " He smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Traders will go to the fringes of the Cluster, but the deep Cluster worlds belonging to the League are another story. Apparently the Yevetha have a straightforward method of dealing with trespassers--they execute them on sight. And frankly, I find that to be reason for concern in its own right. "

"They like their privacy. "

"Perhaps a little too much, " said Drayson. "Which is consistent with the behavior of the viceroy here. The Yevetha stay in their ship, and the viceroy limits his outside contacts to a few hours every other day with Leia. I don't know if there are ten of them in there, or a thousand-"

"You don't trust them, either. "

"No, I don't, " said Drayson. "I'm certain that Nil Spaar has been lying to Leia. The viceroy is a player. I haven't quite figured out the game, and I can't tell how far beyond normal diplomatic posturing the lies go. But one thing I know for certain is that they've been learning about us faster than we've been learning about them. That's another reason for concern. "

"You think they've been studying us. "

"They'd be fools if they weren't, and I don't think they're fools, " said Drayson. "That Yevethan spaceship has had access to the Republic hypernet and the planetary NCI channels since the second day it was here. And the viceroy has had unimpeded access to the Chief of State of the Republic. Meanwhile, I can't even confirm how many League worlds there are, or their names and locations. I've been shut out completely, and I'm not accustomed to that happening. "

"Is that why you're having this conversation with me instead of with the princess? "

"That's one reason, " said Drayson. "The other is that you're going out there with thirty warships, and she's not. "

"Can you tell me anything about what I'm likely to find? "

"Some. There are several worlds on the fringe of the Cluster which are inhabited by species other than the Yevetha, " said Drayson. "Along the border, there's a sizable colony of Kubaz, two small mining installations owned by the Morath, and a commune of H'kig cultists who apparently left Rishii over a doctrinal conflict. A little farther in, there's a nest of Corasgh established by the Empire and then abandoned, and a droid-run Imperial factory farm, likewise abandoned, which represents a free lunch for any cargomaster willing to risk the trip. "

"The droids are still tending and harvesting crops? "

"Yes. Put a ship down at the loading docks, and the droids fill the hold without even being asked! " said Drayson. "Now, all of those are new since the last general survey of that sector, and there could be more. Based on that survey, there are also at least five indigenous sentient species in the Cluster, none of which have achieved hyperspace travel. Some haven't even gotten off the ground. "

"Not a very likely place for the Empire to put a key forward shipyard."

"Not with the Yevethan worlds nearby. "

"Do you think they have the ships? "

"It would have been unusually sloppy of the Empire to allow that to happen, " said Drayson. "But I don't rule it out. "

"It would be nice to know. "

"Wouldn't it? But I don't. Chances are you'll end up finding out and telling me, instead of the other way around. " Drayson rubbed his eyes, then finger-combed his short black hair. "But here's something I keep thinking about. The Yevetha had just achieved interplanetary spaceflight at the time of the general survey. Very bright, technically clever, rather proud of themselves, but no threat to anyone. "

"Then the Empire shows up. "

"And puts the Yevetha to work for a few years in Imperial shipyards, building and repairing vessels which represent a big leap beyond what the Yevetha had been doing on their own. Whether or not the Yevetha acquired any ships or shipyards from the Empire, they almost certainly acquired the knowledge of how to build them. "

"They could have created their own Black Fleet. "

"Indeed, " Drayson said. "How's your memory, General? "

"Why? "

"I'm going to teach you a code, " Drayson said. "If you begin a message with it, that message will come to me without ever being seen at Fleet Headquarters. And if I send you a message, that same code will decrypt it."

"I don't like this, " said A'baht, frowning deeply.

"And I don't believe I like you, Admiral. If Admiral Ackbar hadn't spoken up for you, I would wonder at your loyalty. Now I find myself wondering at his judgment. **** Are you asking me to conspire with you to conceal information from the president or from Fleet Command? "

"Let me answer your question with a question-do you trust Leia's judgment where the viceroy and the Yevetha are concerned? "

A'baht looked away and remained mute.

"That's why, " said Drayson. "The purpose of the code isn't to conceal anything. Just the reverse-it's meant to ensure that you can get the information you need, and that you can provide us with the same in turn. Information that might otherwise be filtered out by the prejudices of those who control the comm channels. "

A'baht drew a deep breath and sighed. "This is the real reason for this meeting. "

"Only one of several, " said Drayson. "I want you to have everything you need to do your job out there, General. I want you and your people maintaining a high level of alertness through the whole deployment. I want you to see the punch coming, if there is one. I want you to come back without ever having had to open your gun ports. But if you do have to open them, I want you to know who you're trying to kill, and why. "

"Is that all? I have people waiting for me. "

"No, " said Drayson. "There's one more thing. I understand you know Kiles L'toth, the associate director of the Astrographic Survey Institute."

"We served together in the Dornean Navy. "

"More than that, you were friends. Perhaps he even owes you a favor. "

"Now I'm sure I don't like you. You know too much. "

"You're not the first to think so, or say so, " said Drayson.

"I want a better answer than that, Admiral. What does Kiles have to do with this? "

"Nothing, yet, " Drayson said. "I just think it's been much too long since you and Kiles talked. A pity there's so little contact between the Fleet and the civil service. Sometimes I think they're two completely disconnected worlds. "

The bark in A'baht's voice betrayed his growing anger. "Speak plainly! What are you getting at? "

"The Institute is a long way from the Fleet Office, or the Palace, " said Drayson. "About as far away from the Senate and the president and the inner circle as could be. It must be nice not to have everyone breathing down your neck. It must be nice to be able to just do your job, without anyone questioning your every move. And they've been given everything they need-a whole fleet of astrographic and survey vessels. "

A'baht stared, struck silent.

"Maybe you should call him before you leave, " Drayson suggested softly.

A frown hardened A'baht's gaze still further as he weighed the implications. "I don't like you, no, sir, " he growled at last.

"You don't have to. "

"No, I suppose I don't, " said A'baht, and hesitated. "But I suppose you'd better teach me that bloody code after all. "

"Kiles. "

"Etahn? What are you doing calling at this hour? "

"Calling in a debt, " A'baht said.

"I'll be glad to have it paid, " said Kiles, touching the stump of his right leg unconsciously. "Long overdue. What do you need? "

"How many of your ships can you put together quietly, without attracting a lot of attention? "

"How quickly? "

"Very. "

"Well-six, maybe. Possibly seven or eight, depending on where you need them. "

"Farlax Sector. "

"Ah. Not much out there right now. Six is the best I could do without rolling some people out of bed, and that can't be done quietly. "

"Then six will have to be enough, " A'baht said.

"Kiles, I need an updated survey of the Koornacht Cluster and its immediate neighborhood. The old survey just won't do. I can't tell you why-"

"I didn't ask. "

"I can't even make this an official request. "

"I figured out that this was unofficial on my own, " said L'toth. "You know, Etahn, things don't really change out there all that fast. "

"The things I'm worried about change all too fast, " A'baht said.

"It's not navigation that concerns you. "

"No. It's all the little flags-the who, the what, and the where. "

"Will my people be at risk out there? "

"I don't know, Kiles, " A'baht said. "I just know that if it turns out that they are, it'll be the most important work they've ever done. "

"All right, " Kiles said. "I can live with that. "

"I'd take my own people there if I could. You know that. "

"I do. I know you that well. You hate to ask for help from anyone. I was starting to think I was going to carry this debt to my death. "

"I need your help now, Kiles. "

"You'll have it. I'll start diverting the ships right away. "

"Thank you, old friend. "

"Good luck, Etahn, " L'toth said. "Watch your back out there-watch it better than I did. "

The Fifth Fleet had marshaled at an orbital parking site called Zone 90 East. It lay just outside Coruscant's planetary shield, but within sight of the vast military space station which served it, and through which the Fleet's crews and supplies flowed.

As the time for departure neared, there was little sign of sentiment or ceremony, either on the station or the ships of the Fleet. All the tearful and earnest goodbyes had been said at the Eastport, Westport, and Newport gates, most of them days ago. Almost every one on the crew rosters and everything on the manifests were already aboard.

Only the stragglers of the last watch to be recalled from liberty were aboard the tail-sitting shuttles that rose from the surface to the station. Only the most urgent supplies joined the stragglers aboard the tenders and tugs that moved back and forth between the station and the Fleet like scuttling insects.

"You should have just gone on up without me, " said Skids, peering worriedly ahead through the view-port for the carrier Imperious.

Tuketu's long limbs were sprawled casually across three of the tug's tiny passenger couches. "The heck with that, " he said, his tone light. "I never go anywhere without my triggerman. "

"We're both going to get black-marked for sure. We'll be lucky if we both don't get taken off the flight roster. "

"Well-we've been pretty lucky together, right? "

Skids shook his head, only half listening. "I had it all timed out to the minute-exactly when I had to leave Noria's to get back to Newport. How was I supposed to know that a Duraka gang was going to hit the resort exchange? "

"No way you could, Skids. So stop sweating it. "

"The police kept everything bigger than a bird on the ground for almost eleven hours, till they caught them. And then I get pulled down over Surtsey for speeding, trying to make up time-over Surtsey, mind you. If they've got enough aircops to patrol Surtsey, you think they'd be able to catch a couple of four-foot-tall jewel thieves a little faster-"

"There she is, " Tuketu said, pointing toward the upper right corner of the viewport.

"What? Where? Oh-all right. Be there in no time now, " Skids said, settling down in an empty seat. "You think they'll move Hodo up to squadron commander? I'd rather it was Hodo than Miranda, myself. I don't know how you feel-"

"Skids-"

"What? "

"You're babbling. "

"Am I? Okay. You're right, I am. I'll stop, " Skids said, his expression sheepish. "I just feel so bad about all this, is all. I can't believe it happened. " He glanced at his watch. "Almost twelve hours late-the captain's going to stuff us in a drone and use us for target practice. Next time, don't wait for me. Just leave me there and go on up by yourself! "

Standing inside the hatch of the four-seat shuttle he had flown up to theGlorious , General Han Solo tugged unhappily at the stiff fabric of his uniform, vainly trying to make it more comfortable. He had gained weight on two months of regular family meals, which only made matters worse. He heard Leia's voice telling him, You look dashingly handsome, dear. It's your head that is uncomfortable in uniform, not your body.

Sighing, he surrendered and pushed the hatch release.

The flight-deck crew already had an egress ladder in place for him, and the deck officer was waiting at the bottom of it.

"Lieutenant, " Han said. "Permission to come aboard. "

"General Solo, sir! Granted-welcome aboard. I hadn't heard that you were coming to see us off, sir. "

"I'm not, " said Han, smartly descending the ladder. "I'm coming along for the ride. Have my gear brought off, and then get one of your ferry pilots to take this thing back to the station before you lock down, would you? "

"Yes, sir, right away. " The lieutenant's startled look quickly gave way to the slightly worshipful eagerness Han had learned to expect, but never to accept.

"I'm just sorry you didn't come up in the Falcon, sir. I would have liked to see her. "

"I'd kinda like to see her right now myself, " said Han. "Where is General A'baht? "

"The general is not aboard, sir. We're expecting him at any time. Captain Morano is on the bridge. I'd be happy to show you the way. "

Looking past the lieutenant, Han scanned the cruiser's bay, making a quick inventory of its contents.

"Looks like a tight pack, " he said with a nod.

"Yes, sir. Capacity plus. Took in half a dozen more E-wings this morning. But we can still get things moved around when we need to, so it's not too bad. "

"Make sure you can get them launched in a hurry, " said Han. "That's what counts most in a scrap. "

"Yes, sir. Would you like that escort to the bridge now? "

"If you could just find out where my quarters are, that would do for now, " Han said, tugging at the tight collar of his shirt. "Oh, and let me know when General A'baht comes aboard. "

Han lay bare-chested on his back in the bunk of what until recently had been the quarters of the ship's surgeon. His shirt hung from a wall clip nearby, and his shoes made a pile at the foot of the bunk.

It had been a long day, and Han's body wanted sleep. But the ship, like the station, was on Standard Time, eight hours out of sync with Imperial City. Han knew from experience that the best way to adjust to it was to extend his day further still, and turn in with the first watch. He had left the overhead lights on as insurance against falling asleep.

But his body welcomed the quietude, and his eyes needed rest from the light, and his mind wanted relief from the thoughts that gnawed at him.

Nothing felt right-being away from Leia and the kids, going off alone without Luke or Chewbacca, resenting Leia for asking when she knew he could not refuse her, hating his own inability to say no. Somewhere he had lost the independence he had once cherished as his most precious possession, and the worst part was that he knew he had given it up freely.

No-the worst part was that here he was, on his own, and he couldn't remember how to enjoy it. It didn't feel right to be alone.

Han flung an arm across his face and tried to make it all vanish. In a little while, it did.

General A'baht climbed out of the Poranji jumper with respectable limberness for someone his age.

"General, " the deck officer said, saluting smartly.

"Good to see you, sir. Captain Morano's in conference with the task force captains, and the XO is on the bridge. "

"Thank you, " A'baht said, jumping down and jerking a thumb in the direction of the jumper. "Find someplace to strap this down, will you, Marty? It's borrowed, but I've taken kind of a fancy to it. "

"Yes, sir. Will do. "

Chapter 15Edit

"Slow down a second. I'm not on call, " said Leia. "Not for state business. Especially not at this hour-what time is it, anyway? " She glanced sideways at the bedroom chrono. "Oh, heaven-I'm sorry I looked. "

"I understand how you feel, " said Ackbar. "I would rather have stayed in the water myself. Still, there's somewhere we have to go. "


Shield of LiesEdit

Chapter 13Edit

"Where is Ackbar? Has anyone seen him?"

"I did," Han said. "He was heading for his office with a big bundle under his arm, muttering something about too much ormachek. I think maybe he was having trouble with his dress uniform."

Leia's face relaxed into a smile for the first time in hours. "If he went all the way back into his closet for the Mon Calamari battle tunic he wore at Endor, this may take a while."

Tugging uncomfortably at his own uniform, Han said wryly, "I could have used a tailor myself. I hope we don't look more silly than scary, standing behind you."

Behn-kihl-nahm patted Han on the shoulder.


"Don't worry--the right message will come through.


And your presence is as much for domestic eyes as for Yevethan ones."

At that point Ackbar arrived, resplendent in his white admiral's tunic.


Tyrant's TestEdit

Chapter 6Edit

"To answer your unspoken question, yes, I have a copy of the recording, in a secure partition at my home. But I give you my word that neither I nor that copy was the source of the leak. I do not know who was responsible."

NEGCEdit

Ackbar directed the naval battle that freed Coruscant from Imperia l rule. Once the planet had been secured, he bu ilt a home within a reservoir near Imperial City and named it "Victory Lake." During the campaign against Warlord Zsinj, Ackbar nearly died at the hands of his own aide, thanks to Zsinj's secret brainwashing of key New Republic personnel.

Despite a political smear campaign orchestrated by Borsk Fey'lya, Ackbar played a key role in the defeat of Thrawn at Bilbringi and Admiral Krennel at Ciutric. Over the next two years, however, Ackbar tasted personal tragedy. The resurrected Emperor drove Ackbar from Victory Lake during his reconquest of Coruscant, then focused his malevolence on Mon Calamari. The waterworld suffered grievous wounds from Palpatine's World Devastators. Thousands of Mon Calamari died, and Ackbar blamed himself.

The following year, another brainwashed aide betrayed Ackbar, causing the admiral's personal B-wing to crash into the Cathedral of Winds on Vortex. Shamed by the lives he had accidentally snuffed out, Ackbar went into self-imposed exile on war-ravaged Mon Calamari, hoping to restore his people and achieve his personal redemption. Leia Organa Solo convinced him of his responsibilities to the greater galaxy, and Ackbar reclaimed his New Republic rank just in time to defeat Admiral Daala.

During the Black Fleet Crisis, Admiral Ackbar befriended a Polneye refugee named Plat Mallar and helped turn the tide of public opinion against the genocidal Yevetha. Ackbar successfully ended the Corellian insurrection by smashing the fleet of the Sacorrian Triad in the Battle of Centerpoint Station, and commanded the New Republic Super Star Destroyer Guardian in a series of skirmishes against Admiral Pellaeon, including the Battle of Champala and the Battle of Anx Minor. In the latter climactic conflict. Ackbar scored a last-minute victory by focusing a hail of concentrated fire on the engines of the Imperial vessel Glory af Yevetha. The ship exploded, igniting its volatile antimatter reservoir and annihilating six nearby Star Destroyers. In light of its latest defeat, the Empire was forced to sue for peace.

For years following the New Republic- Imperial treaty, Ackbar lived a quiet life, lending his voice to policy and writing his memoirs at Victory Lake. Nineteen years after Endor, he stepped back into an active role to defeat the forces of the Second Imperium when they threatened the Jedi academy on Yavin 4.

When Borsk Fey'lya was elected New Republic Chief of State, a disappointed Ackbar chose to leave public service altogether. He retired to a small home in Man Calamari's seatree forest. Now that the Yuuzhan Vong have invaded the galaxy, however, it appears the New Republic is in more need of Ackbar's skills than ever.

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