*The Executor screams from hyperspace, along with her now 13 Star Destroyers. Cracken surveys the situation, and nods to Tojo. No verbal communication between the two were necessary anymore.
From the new fleet, squadrons of fighters poured out, all in a defensive formation, between his brothers fleet and his own. Alysara nudged Cracken through the Force witha subtle thank you. Cracken smiled, and keyed the comm on his chair. The holocam pulled down, and the holoprojecter warmed up, He wanted his brother to see him, now again in his prime, and laugh at his brothers age.*
Cracken: Good day, dear.... *tearsly* brother. What brings you back from the Unknown Regions?