The Rebel Faction

Zeta stood at the foot of the bridge of one of many of The Naboo Sith Order's own Imperial-II class Star Destroyer's.

Ships were not one of his favorite things, only because simply, he did not understand them. He knew nothing about what it took to build a ship. He knew nothing of a ship's interior, nor really it's exterior.

Yet here he was, at the foot of the bridge, looking out onto the front of the ship, out into space, with very little knowledge about his fingertips.

He was incharge, incharge of this...Imperial Star Destroyer. All 1,600-meters of it. He led the ships course, it's destination. Anything it did. He would give the orders and they would be met. Though what orders he was meant to give, he did not know, but he would quickly learn.

He turned to face the Captain in charge, his hands clasped behind his back as he spoke. His voice full of confidence, even if he himself was not fully confident.

Zeta: "Captain Moral, set a course for Endor. We have...business to take care of..."

Captain: "Aye Sir!"

Zeta waited a moment as the captain set himself into position, making a few of his own orders to the crew. Zeta then spoke again, his voice raising a little as he did so.

Zeta: "Hit hyperspace on my mark! 3..2...1...go!"

And so, the ship set into hyperspace. The stars that were once visible, now taking on a somewhat hazy view.

Though no one else could see, Zeta's fists opened and closed tightly, a showing of his lack of confidence, but it was not evident to the crew itself.

A sinister smile formed onto Zeta's lips, the comm unit in his private quarters going off. The Captain's voice patching through loud and clear, yet Zeta stops him midsentence.

Captain: "Sir, we have.."

Zeta: "Captain, prepare the weapons...My presence shall be arriving shortly."

Captain: "Sir?!"

Zeta: anger rose within Zeta's voice as he spoke, snarling just before he spoke.

"You will not question me, Captain Moral!...."

Zeta reached out with the force, sensing the captain, feeling his presence centered at the middle of the bridge. He reached out with the force, applying his force choke onto the captain's windpipe.

"Are we clear, Captain? Perhaps I need to make myself more clear..."

He could hear the captain through the comm unit, gasping for breath, choking on his own words.

Captain: "N..no..sir..." The captain gasps loudly. "Under...stood...sir...clear.."

Zeta releases his hold on the captain, the captain gags and coughs, clenching onto his throat, as if in amazement that he is still alive.

Zeta: "Very well, captain, proceed. Next time, there will be no warning..."

The comm unit clicks off and Zeta exits his chambers, the plans he devised earlier for destroying the planet shield set in his mind as he walks toward the bridge. He whispers to himself.

"Endor shall be ours.."

"It is time..."

He had been avoiding for far too long now. It was time for him to take action. His first command would start it all. One movement in action was all that it would take, yet that one act of action would bring about a big part of history for Zeta. History, that if the Sith Knight played his cards right, would help bring him that much closer to taking over the planet of Endor. Not only that, but the planet of Endor would be under command of The Naboo Sith Order. He had to make sure that he went all the way through with this, his brethren were depending upon him. Who knew what would happen if he didn't come home with a victory.

"Fire the turbolasers on my mark.."

He again took a good close look at the planet of Endor, his heart seemed to pound with every breath he took. He was nervous. Zeta, Sith Knight of The Naboo Sith Order was nervous. He supposed he had a right to be. This was the first planet take over he had ever done, well, at least on his one. Before he had help from his comrades, now he was alone, stuck with making choices for his Sith group, not knowing if his choices where right or wrong, but that didn't matter, it was all up to him right then and there.

Captain: "Sir, we're in position. The planet's shield is within perfect range."

Zeta took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, trying to make it not noticed, but he was sure he had failed at that. He cleared his throat, nodding his head.

"Fire!"

He watched as the turbolaser zoomed through space, quickly making its way toward its desired target. It launched forward in a straight like fashion. It hit the planet shield within a matter of a few more seconds, a small explosion following. Small perhaps by Zeta's view, but nonetheless, it did some damage.

"...Again.."

He raised his right black gloved hand, indicating that two turbolasers were to be fired, one right after the other.

So it was done, one turbolaser zoomed through space, a split second after the other turbolaser being fired, in perfect succession.

He had raised a hand to pause, scanning the planet yet again. Yet now he knew he was not alone, for even Endor had its own defenses. The defenses were made clear as two TIE defenders quickly made their way toward the Imperial Class Star Destroyer, their intentions no doubt were to destory the Destroyer's fire power.

Now things were not so simple, not so simple indeed....

The occupation of Endor was in its thirtieth week. The defenses of the forest moon had fallen--most of those being out dated Imperial technology that dated back to the Second Death Star era. However, the most valiant opposition to the Naboo Sith Order’s forces had come from a band of Force-sensitive exiles… exiles from the Naboo Sith Order’s past.

Those exiles possessed limited control over the Force and were obviously no match for the mighty Sith Order. Now under containment, the exiles were under constant surveillance by SOG troopers.

When news that a gang of moderately trained Naboo Sith reached Xa Fel, Poreon immediately left the capital planet and traveled in his personal spacecraft, the Darkscar, to Endor. He took command over Zeta’s operation and immediately began interrogating the exiles. The things he found out…