The Rebel Faction

Scottie watched as the Mon Calamari Republic ships fled. He didn't feel anger towards them, they were doing the right thing, retreating before they suffered any more losses. He looked towards his communications officer.

"Open a channel to all of the ships in the system."

"Channel open sir."

"All ships, this is Scottie Gill, head of the Damorian Manufacturing Corporation. I herby surrender to the Jutraalian Empire. I regret attacking you and wish to open negotiations. We will give money and offer our sorrow to the families of those we murdered when we fired our superlaser on your Imperial Star Destroyer at Chandrilla."

The Damorain ships ceased their attack, the planetary ion cannon deactivated and the mines began silent. Scottie waited for a reply, knowing that he would be forced to turn into a proper corporation, not a corporation infulenced by their allies, influenced into a war.

Hargrem blew out a sigh and stumbled back to his command chair. The smoke began to settle on the enemy ships and all about there were a few shots still being exchanged from those who did not hear the orders yet to cease fire. The majority of the two fleets however had ceased their hostilities, and not a Jutraalian life had been lost here.

Unbelieveable. The training and comradeship was remarkable, the efficiency of the battle unit was astounding, truly worthy of Jutraalian Imperial praise.

Another enemy Star Destroyer fell before the waves of turbolaser blasts before the word was finally received that there had been a cease fire.

"I need all forces to pull away from the Damorians, keep abolishers online incase they try anything funny," he told his XO, who ran off to distribute the orders.

The TIEs and starfighters began to break off from the enemy, leaving their ships and starfighters to corrode in space, leaving the battle that once was behind. The Mon Cal ships had ceased their battle as well it seemed and were attempting to flee.

Until the negotiations were weeded out though they could not allow an escape.

The XO returned a moment later with a report, indicating that the Jutraalian forces now had set up defenses in all the key entries and exits to the system. The Mon Cals and Damorians had no real escape if it came to blows.

"I'll allow Admiral Zen to deal with the Damorians..." he turned to the holovid of the crowned prince and smiled, "I'll speak with his majesty."

He bowed proprely and courteously before the crowned prince.

"Greetings sire, you shall be alloted a percentage of the captured starships here I assure you my lord," he said with a smile, "your assistance is much appreciated."

Dakkon smiled as he heard the first reply from the Imperial CO.

"Excellent. I shall await the list of captured and surrender ships immediatly. Also, the inclusion of fighters would be much appreciated, it appears to me that fighters are the one thing DMC has in abundance, not including enemies.

Until we next meet."

Dakkon nodded and cut the comm system down. With another nod, he turned back to his helsman.

"Signal the Fleet to move out and regather our fighters. Of course, move well past the abolisher fields as mentioned by that second transmition.

Once we are well outside the projected area of affect, and i mean well outside, we should jump to hyperspace."

"Yessir."

The man saluted, and distributed the orders to the other ships. Soon the Hapan fleet were together and moving towards a safe jump point.

The communications officer glanced over at Scottie. The latest message had just come in. His company advisors had just notified him of a their choice. He would surrender to The Jutraalian Empire. Unfortunatly, he didn't want to, but for the good of the Corporation, which could transfer it's Nebulon-B2 Frigates into transports with ease, he nodded.

"Open a channel."

"The channel ahs been open for a while."

"Then get all ships to power down shields and engines. The mines and Planetary Ion Cannon are to deactivate. All ships are to stop immediatly. Troops on the ground are to stand down. Jutraalian soldiers will come here to deactivate our ships. All fighters are to return to the docking bay."

"Yes sir."

"Jutraalian Commander, you have my surrender. My mines and Planetary Ion Cannon are all deactivated. Shields and engines have been brought down. Fighters are returning to their landing bays. I was wondering if we would be able to keep the mines an Planetary Ion Cannon, so we will ahve an additional defense, along with some X-1 Vipers. This is of course up to you. My troops have stood down on the planet and are waiting for you to come down and secure the military sites. I was also wondering if we would be allowed to secure a small militia, so your troops don't have to concentrate so much on smugglers and pirates, and can deal with other threats."

Scottie sent his message, hoping that the Jutraalian Commander would agree to his requests.

"Thank you Mr Zen. The access codes are being transfered as we speak."

Scottie waved to his officer, telling him to transfer them.

"The capital ships are waiting for you to board them. All ships will surrender, and our military will disarm, except for the 20 000 best men, which will continue as our militia. I will give recommendations to each person's, recommending them signing up for the Jutraalian Army. The Golan Space Stations will be built momentarily."

The Corporate Head signed off, knowing that troops would soon be arriving. He looked down. Good the access codes had been sent.

OOC:I wasn't aware you could build space stations in shipyards. If so, please state here, as I don't want o break the rules. Once I finish with the takeover of Balmorra, I will have CYs to use.