The Rebel Faction

*Darth J's first in command ran through the VSD, the corridors were metallic, and incredibly cold. Metal has the amzing property of retaining heat or cold, and in teh deepest depths of space, the coldest reaches of space, this made the huge metallic ships very, very cold indeed. The first officer shuddered, and continued running. He reached the communications room, and saluted the guards there.*

First Officer: At ease gentlemen, move aside so i can give the crew an order.

Guards: Yes Sir!

*They salute and move to one side. The first officer presses what appears to be random buttons to the untrained eye, but to thoses who know about communications computers, they could see that he was selecting the different rooms in the ship. The Barracks, The Hanger Bay, The Kitchen. He then pressed the button to talk to them*

First Officer: All crew, report to battle stations. This ship is under full red alert.

*he pressed a button and red lights and sirens start flashing.*

First Officer: All ground troops, obtain your weapons and report to a shuttle craft. This is war gentlemen, and remember. If you die a hero, YOUR STILL DEAD! Good luck all.

*The first officer saluted the guards and walked off toward the bridge. Darth J sat back in his chair and laughed*

Back on Darth J’s side of the planet, things were running smoothly, too. Jazzar was busy talking himself into a rut, while the Naboo Sith Order troops and Pod Racing Central troops ran wild through his city.
“You’ll never get this planet, you Sith scum.” Jazzar spat at Darth J.
Darth J diverted the spit back to Jazzar’s face with a simple Force shove. “Well you know what, Mr. Jazzar? You are so right. I think I will just surrender right here because, you know Mr. Jazzar, you’ve beat all my awesome troops and the Sith Lord… And that Naboo Sith Order Flotilla and the Pod Racing Central Flotilla… Well, by jolly, I just give up. You have me beat.”
Jazzar was about to reply when Darth J interrupted him, “It is sarcasm, you fool.” Before Jazzar could screw up again, Darth J, the Sith Knight, pimp slapped Jazzar across the face.
“Do not say a single, filthy word, Jazzar,” Darth J said, anger brewing within him.
“Fine, I concede. Supreme Mr. Darth J, Sith Knight Sir!” Jazzar said… A pity it was he chose those to be his last words in his entire existence. Shrugging, Darth J snapped Jazzar’s neck, the latter of the people falling dead without so much as a scream.
“Bye, bye, bye. Jazzar. It was not nice knowing you.” Darth J spat on the dead body, then left the conference room to walk the streets of Pzob. As he walked the streets he noticed the common Pzob citizens groveling on the street at their newfound freedoms… It seemed that fool Jazzar kept his people in a communist run world. What a fool Jazzar was…
“Sir, Darth J! T K 6700 requesting immediate audience, Sir!” A storm trooper, obviously trooper T K 6700 saluted the Sith Knight, Darth J.
“What is it, T K 6700?” Darth J asked, looking a tad bit worried. It was not ever day a lowly storm trooper officer requested face to face attention with the Sith Knight.
Obviously, this same thought raced through T K 6700 for he hesitated to respond.
“Out with it boy!” Darth J yelled, getting irritated.
“Yes sir, Darth J!” The storm trooper replied, once again hesitating.
“Speak, fool!” Darth J pimp slapped the trooper.
“Yes sir, Darth J. All right, well you see… ya know, the Sith Lord, Mr. Darth Poreon was coming down to the planet to watch those new craft… ya know, those Heavy Terrain Assault Transports… He was supposed to be down days ago, and he came on a Lambda class shuttle… Well on his way down, his Lambda Shuttle ate it, and he crashed somewhere in the Pzob desert. We would go rescue him, but we are awaiting your authorization, Sir Darth J, sir!”
“You frelling fool! Get out of my sight and go rescue Lord Poreon! Holy Jedi do not ever waste my time on such an easy to answer question. You fool. If you were not an officer I would slap you right now. And do not answer that. I know I already slapped you!” Darth J yelled at the storm trooper, who ran off to go report to his superiors.

The blow struck Darth J right in the jaw, sending Darth J back a few decimeters. A second later, the Sith Knight was on the ground, struggling to keep up out of the sand, and Poreon did not give him the chance to rise. With a kick, Poreon lifted J into the air and sprawling on his back. A follow up kick connected and broke one (or two) of the Sithling’s ribs.

“Told you so,” Poreon muttered has he sent a dark energy bolt at his apprentice. Swarms of dark energy danced over, across and under J’s body. Then, something quite remarkable happened. Somehow, Darth J found the inner strength to stop the dark energy and reverse throw it at Poreon, though it was easily dodged.

“Wow, apprentice. Most impressive move, that was.” Poreon commented, shutting off his light saber and offering his hand to the Sithling. Tentatively, Darth J took the extended hand and was pulled up by Poreon.

And the day had been ended by the time Poreon had finished showing off his quaint, peculiar little house in the Pzob Desert. In the coming days, Sith Lord Poreon and Sith Knight Darth J, along with Darth J’s escort force, returned to the capital city of Pzob.

There, at the capital city, they were greeted with ticker tape parades, pod races, parties, standing ovations and much, much more, but it all was rightly deserved. After all, was it not the Naboo Sith Order’s very own Darth Poreon and Darth J who liberated Pzob and granted it membership into the government of the Naboo Sith Order? It was, and to dispute that fact would be an utter waste of everyone’s time. At one particular event, the stage was given over from the grand marshal to the Sith Lord. Smiling, Poreon took the stage even though he had no speech prepared. He would be improvising everything said. His improvising did not come off that bad… Let’s see it:

“Respected guests, officials and citizens of the grand planet of Pzob, it is my deepest and most honorable pleasure to look at all of you and see all of you as members of the Naboo Sith Order. Since the dawn of the Naboo Sith Order, other galactic governments have been busy libeling us, the Naboo Sith Order, as dictatorships, as unjust bodies, and most of all, as a people who are dark and evil. But, the Naboo Sith Order is not a dictatorship, it is not an unjust body, and most of all, it is not made up of a people who are dark and evil.”

“The Naboo Sith Order is a legitimate, respectable government by all means. With every planet and person who joins the Naboo Sith Order, we fortify the beliefs and tenets in which we were founded. Those fundamentals are Honor, Respect and Equality. In the Naboo Sith Order, we place honor as the defining trait in a person. Without honor, there is nobody. Respect dictates how we act with other people. Even now, as the Jedi attack us and the New Republic attack us at Talus and even now, as the Rogue Empire turns its back on honor and assaults at Ziost, the Naboo Sith Order upholds its honor, respect and dignity. And we are glad to have you, Pzob, bolster our position.”

“I’m Sith Lord Jake Ser Poreon, you are Pzob, and this is good night.”

Poreon stepped down from the stage as the crowd erupted into applause, giving a standing ovation. The Lord shook hands with the current governor of Pzob and everyone in the audience that night. And the people loved it all. The Naboo Sith Order lived strong.

In the coming month, Pzob was fully accepted into the Naboo Sith Order and given a house on the capital world of Xa Fel, from which they could conduct political decisions in the Naboo Sith Order Congress. Soon thereafter, after construction at Ziost and Drunkenwell completed, Pzob would become a shipwrights and produce ships to monitor peace through out the galaxy.

Indeed, the Naboo Sith Order, Lord Poreon, and Knight Darth J were grand people. They got a grand name for a grand faction and made both a super grand name for a super grand faction. To the minions of the Naboo Sith Order, they were ultimately preparing to spread the just form of government across the galaxy. Resistance was futile when you had honor, respect, dignity, justice, freedom and luck on your side.