The Rebel Faction

*Darth J walked around the helm of his brand new VSD, the buttons were flashing and new. It had an aroma like a new speeder smell, pine fresh. He loved it, the power of his tiny fleet. Some small grasp at what he once had. He sat down in the captains chair, it was snug and comfortable. The velvet finish, felt nice against his hard scaley skin. The bridge lieutenant addressed him.*

Bridge Lieutenant: Sir, we're approaching Pzab.

Darth J: Dammit man! Its Pzob! PRONOUNCE IT CORRECTLY!

*J stood up, and the bridge lieutenant cowered away. J saw this and sat down again, the bridge lieutenant once again stood to attention.*

Bridge Lieutenant: I'm sorry sir. My mistake.

Darth J: One more and it shall be your last. Begin orbiting the planet.

*Addressing the comms officer*

Darth J: Open an all frequency channel to the planet.

*The comms officer presses a few buttons on the mettalic panel.*

Comms Officer: All ready sir, just start talking. The whole planet can here you.

Darth J: Inhabbitants of the planet Pzob, your planet is about to be taken over by Pod Racing Central. I am Darth J, a Sith Knight and your new leader. No wait, scratch that, im you new GOD.

*J smiled, he looked around saw the bridge crew looking around at him strangely.*

Darth J: What? What?? C'mon its just a little fun.

Young bridge officer: Maybe they'll build statues in you honour.

Darth J: Not if their all dead.

*The young bridge officer cringes.*

Comm Officer: Sir, incoming message from what appears to be the capital cities central building.

Darth J: Bring it up on my holocron.

Holocron Message: I am Jazzar, leader of the planet Pzob, we mean you no harm. Why do you attack us?

Darth J: We have not attacked, as yet. If your planet doesn't come willingly. Then i shall be forced to use my weapons of mass destruction.

Holocron: We don't want any trouble. What are your conditions?

*J spun his chair around in circles. Thinks " Agh! I want it for its stupid name, but unfortunetly my loyalties lie with my master." *

Darth J: Master, this planet shall be conquered in the TNSO name, but on one condition. I wish to have ONE ship yard of Pod Racing Centrals orbiting the planet, TNSO may have the rest. Your mutual soverenty is acceptable.

*J turned back to Jazzar*

Darth J: Jazzar, there is a growing fleet above your planet. You shall bow to our wishes, or you will be destroyed. This fleet can be of a huge size in less than a few hours. You know what the answer should be.

*J awaited Poreon and Jazzars reply*

*J turned the comm unit over to Poreon*

Don't attack anything, we'll try diplomacy, then we can smash them into little bits when their backs are turned.

*J switched back onto Jazzars Channel*

Darth J: Jazzar, do we have a deal?

Jazzar: Yes, i'll lower the planetary shields. Give me ten minutes to clear it.

*J turned over to the holonet channel with Poreon on it*

Yes Sir, i shall begin decent into the planets atmosphere.

*J turned to the bridge captain.*

Darth J: Begin decent into the planets atmosphere, hover next to the biggest tower in the capital, make sure its only an office building though. Wouldn't want to kill Jazzar would we?

Bridge Captain: Yes sir, Beginning decent into the planets atmosphere. What shall we do when we reach level with the building?

Darth J: Command on the loudspeakers that if the building is evacuated the entire capital will be destroyed.

*J flicked a switch to turn the comms on through out the VSD.*

Darth J: All Crew, report to battle stations. All pilots report into their ships. All other ground troops report to transport craft.

*J flicked the comms off again.*

Bridge Captain; Sir, we're level with the building now. I've sent the comm message. What are you planning?

Darth J: Never you mind. This will be interesting.

*J turned the holonet projector onto Jazzars channel.*

Darth J: You see that Victory Class Stardestroyer with its weapons pointed at the big office building?

Jazzar: *slowly* Yes..

Darth J: Well, if all your army vehicles and weaponry aren't in the town center in one hour i'll destroy the building and all the people in it.

Jazzar: And then?

Darth J: I'll level a new building every 10 minutes.

Jazzar: This shall be done.

Inside the HT-AT designaed 001, Brigadier General Mydum stood in the cockpit, the head, the key to the craft's movement. Its bladed legs were tucked neatly into the launch pod that the dropship so convenientally provided. The Emperor Fearsons' reports so far seemed accurate, and not a single HT-AT had been lost by their faction, how then could the Naboo Sith Order lose any in such a minor invasion?

"Prepare to launch on my mark," he explained, bracing himself for the intense launch that always preceded the impact. He closed his eyes and prepared himself, this part always seemed to startle him, even after so many years of serving in drop craft. Three...two...one, and the propulsion pushed him forward with the other four walkers in their small rocket tubes.

The friction of the atmosphere rocked and shook the pods, and Mydum winced at the pressure and heat, as did everyone else that had to suffer the pain of being inside the craft. Then, faster than it even began, it was over, and the entire craft shook in a flurry of dirt and gravel. The general blinked a few times, and then looked out the forward viewport, seeing the other HT-AT's already moving into position. Heavy Repeating Blasters on the heads immediately tore through enemy soldiers who came to resist the heavy walkers...fools.

Mydum clicked on the commlink to Poreon and simply grinned as he spoke. "As you can see Master Poreon, the HT-AT is the epitome of power," he said gleefully. So far, there was no doubting it as nearly three hundred soldiers lay dead in under two minutes.