The Rebel Faction

Aboard the Imperial Battleship Tormentor, hovering over the world of Vladet.........

Vice Admiral Kraken tried out his third uniform delievered to him from his custom tailor. This one was the classic white uniform worn by Imperial Grand Admirals, and Warlords. Deciding it was a little too posh, he discarded it. With that, he brought up the fourth item. Classic Imperial olive color, with matching hat, belt, and boots. The classic Imperial officers uniform. He decided that this would be the one in which he meets the delegates from the Black Dragon Empire, and New Galatic Coalition. He checked his chrono. It was twenty five minutes before the expected arrival of the ships from the two different factions. He didn't know if any other factions were joining in, or whether or not other ships were coming in from the other various Imperial Protectorates, but this was more than enough to begin with right here. Admiral Kraken decided that the three ships that would be on display for fleet week for the Empire was the Illustrious Fast Attack Cruiser, the Intrepid Gunship, and the Starfury Assault Starfighter.

With that taken care of, and with the defense fleet ready to meet any emergency means, the Fleet Week was ready and raring to go. Which only left the ball to deal with. Admiral Kraken could have held it in the military base, but he decided that a volcano was too borish and dangerous even though it was silent. Instead, he would hold it at a grand hotel and convention center at a nearby coastal town. Even now the center was being readied for the ball, and would be completed shortly.

With that, Admiral Kraken merely awaited for the delegates to arrive in order to commence Fleet Week......

[size=2]The Black Dragon Empire fleet of Tion Star Destroyers, Tion DragonClaws, Shotos and various other battlecruisers from its territories approached the planet of Vladet at cruising speed. The armada of battleships were massive-- each a city itself-- yet they moved with deliberate grace, like the giant colo-claw fishes of Naboo. They were accompanied by dozens of Deathgliders-- black curved combat fighters that zipped back and forth around the battleships' perimeters: scouting, sounding, docking, regrouping.<center>



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Soundlessly the main bay of the Tion Star Destroyer opened. There was a brief ignition-flash, as a Tion-class shuttle emerged from the darkness of the hold into the darkness of space, illuminated at times by the nebula in the background. It sped toward the planet with quiet purpose, accompanied by a full squadron of Deathgliders flanking it.

The small Tion shuttlecraft, its markings identifying it as belonging to General Grevious, knifed through starry blackness toward the emerald bright planet of Vladet and the cluster of Imperial and New Coalition fleet ships that encircled it. The ships were huge fortresses, some wedged in shape, which sheltered the bridge, communications center, and hyperdrive.

Armaments bristled from every port and bay, and Imperial and New Coalition fighters circled the big beasts like gnats. The Black Dragon Empire's shuttle, with it's dual-engines, curved body, and rounded-off cockpit, looked insignificant in the shadow of the Imperial and Coalition battleships, but it continued toward them, undeterred.

Commander Zem Renneyn sat at the forward console, hands moving swiftly over the controls as she steered closer to the ship with the Imperial insignia emblazoned on its bridge. From time to time, she would glance uneasily at her scopes, and noticed activity already in motion over Vladet's orbit.

She then noticed a small wing of fighters flying away from the main flagship, cruising on an intercept course toward her. The pilot tapped at her controls and activated her comm system. Zem quickly hailed the battleship in front of her scopes, assuming it was the main flagship of the Imperial armada.

On the small holoprojector in front of her, captured from his position on the bridge of the battleship toward which she was headed, was Vice Admiral Kraken, his eyes staring out at her, expectedly.

The image flickered. "Welcome to Vladet, delegates of the Black Dragon Empire. We will expect your presence shortly on the surface of our planet."

Zem replied through her comlink. "Acknowledged, Vice Admiral. General Grevious is with me and he is most eager to meeting your presence. I take permission is approved to enter Vladet?" Her voice was deep and smooth, but the measure of resolution it contained was unmistakable.

The Vice Admiral nodded quickly. "Yes, of course. We would be happy to receive The Black Dragon Empire at their convenience. An escort is arriving toward you on an intercept course. Follow their lead to the surface of Vladet. A landing platform will be prepared and waiting on its capital."

The image faded. The pilot veered the shuttle toward Vladet. She watched silently as the planet loomed before her, filling the canopy with its emerald surface, the Deathgliders quickly flanking her as they escorted her toward the surface...

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Suddenly, a droid came out and half-pushed Frakutsk down some stairs, through a long corridor, past the ice macheine, and into the room is which the meeting was to be held.

Frakutsk was suprised to see the Diplomats all already there, and even more suprised to see that they were all now stuffing their faces full of cream pie. Frakutsk sat down, nervously, and a pie instantly landed infront of him. He pushed it away. How was it that the Gungan was the only one acting civalized?

Kraken promptly jumped out of his chair and but his arms out like an airplane, only to run around the table several times making zooming noises and then to sit down again.

Was this the other side of the dark side? Frakutsk cleared his throat. "Wesa are heresa today to strengthen de peace, and to disascuss thingsas such as-"

But he was soon interupted by a large cream pie in his face. He quickly lapped the whole thing up with his very long Gungan tounge. Huh, it was actually pretty good!

A stunned silence fell across the entire room. And then, suddenly, they all burst into mad cheers and appluase. "Amazing!" Shouted Sully. "None of us could ever do that! Your race is clearly far superior."

Well, thought Frakutsk, i AM here to improve relations. Frakutsk stood up and took a bow. Then he sat down and launched a balloon into the air, begining to eat some pie himself. Where do they make balloons?

Frakutsk, glad to be starting the meeting for real, began to speak. "It is mesa hope that our faction may livesa in peacesa for all times. Expansion is wonderful for da bolth of usa, just so longsa and itsa is directed in a peaceful fasion, and not where desa expansion could causa harm to other factions."

"Today," Frakutsk continued, "We are discussing da future of de entire galaxy! Think to yousa selves, do you wantsa your children to grow up in a war-torn violent society? No! What wesa do here today, and if we follow through later, will have effectsa on trillions of peoples!"

"Mesa propose dat wesa draw a newsa, stroger, peace-agreement. Dis includes all factions here, and will never be broken."

Then, Frakutsk looked around at the others reactions. Dark-siders, he thought, will they never learn?

Frakutsk took a few bites of whatever he had been served.

(OOC- Dont laugh.)

The entourage of the Black Dragon Empire sat back and waited for the criticisms to start, after Vice Admiral Kraken made his announcements to the table. High Regent, Sully Anre, glanced across the table to the members of the Galactic Coalition. "As the representatives of the Black Dragon Empire, we have ceased all hostilities toward the Coalition, now that the Outer Rim Sovereignty is no more." He looked to the Coalition leaders. "As long as power is stripped of the criminal, Admiral Griff, there will be no call to arms against them."

"As for the Imperial Galactic Empire," the melodic synthesized voice of General Grevious put in. "The Imperium will consider trade relations and an accord, in exchange for letting us expand into the Outer Rim further. We are aware the Empire has a considerable amount of territory acquired in the galaxy, especially within the Mid-Rim and Core Worlds."

Sully grimaced before he could stop himself. "We would like to propose," he said, forcing himself to look at Vice Admiral Kraken, "to eventually expand into the these sectors of the galaxy and acquire worlds of our own to establish active trade routes to the Tion Cluster, the Kessel Sector, and the Centrality."

"As for the Outer Rim, we wish to expand the Imperium furthur," Grevious cut in. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sully give him a warning look. He ignored it. "We have expanded to three outposts outside of our realm. We wish to establish trading routes that will connect from these outposts to the Tion Cluster. These routes obviously, will require planets to be subjected..."