The image fades in to show Emperor Fearsons, flanked by his royal PeFauna and with the Lord Inquisitor of Braxant, Admiral Dakkon Blackblade, decked in Shadow Jedi robes, to his left. Before them is Dxun Isstal, leader of the Galactic Defense Initiative, flanked by his own guards. They seem to be in a heated discussion about something or other, most likely the everlasting conflict between the two factions.

A news anchor, probably a newer one as he had not been seen on HoloNet before, takes over in front of them, speaking to the camera.

"Well folks we have been invited here, aboard the heavily modified flagship of the Jutraalian Empire, the IMS Disruptor, where we have been offered to monitor and record the entire negotiations that have taken place here.

"Let me tell you it has not been what most seem to imagine diplomacy to be. There have been heated words on both sides, yelling, threats of every imagineable sort from both sides, and strange accusations coming from one. More often than not, it seemed the entire galaxy was about to be pulled down into a huge vaccuum of battle as the two nearly blew out at each other, usually due to the Galactic Defense Initiative's pointing of fingers.

"However we have met a relative peace here, but perhaps it is the eye of the storm? That we do not know, but what we do know is that Emperor Fearsons came before the Galactic Defense Initiative offering a full cease fire to the war. No terms issued on either side, simply both sides ceasing their conflicts.

"The Galactic Defense Initiative was outraged, demanding material gain, yet Emperor Fearsons help strong to his belief and was backed by Lord Inquisitor Blackblade of Yaga Minor. Such words as 'We wish to undo the evil of Jutraal' were issued by the Galactic Defense Initiative, which has quirked more than a few eyebrows, and 'You are not the police of the galaxy and with thus can uphold no "laws"' have been stated by the Jutraalian officials.

"From what it appears, Emperor Fearsons refuses to be governed by Dxun Isstal, and Dxun Isstal is refusing to end the war without material gain. The emperor's explanation for this - which was given during a brief recess - was that, 'If the Galactic Defense Initiative desires peace as it claims to do so so greatly, it can do so without being bribed. I will not sell my men's sweat and blood for anyone.'

"Dxun Isstal however stated that he was fighting to restore peace and freedom to the galaxy, enforcing a higher law than the Jutraalian Empire follows. This was countered by Inquisitor Blackblade who stated that the Jutraalian Empire follows its own laws, and wars only when necessary, claiming that the empire has never struck out without reason.

"Another counter was made by the Defense Initiative, who claimed that Emperor Fearsons engaged the forces of the Iron Fist Empire, Chimera Syndicate, and Mon Cal Republic for no better reason than to practice his war machine. This however, was simply countered by common sense, as well as Emperor Fearsons's explanation as to the war that had developed due to the Battle of Chandrila, and Chimera Syndicate's subsequent rebellion and production of biological weapons, which they tested on their own civilians.

"After Dxun Isstal accused Emperor Fearsons of being a war monger who desires bloodshed, and the emperor countering with that he offered these terms, the entire negotiations seem to have gotten very quiet, or at least, quieter than they have been. Where Dxun Isstal has ceased his yelling, the emperor has become more relaxed, though his beat has never sped or slowed when speaking. Inquisitor Blackblade maintanes an equal level of calm.

"This is-," he stops suddenly as all three men stop to shake hands, and a datapad is passed around. All men sign this datapad and it is copied onto several datacards and distributed, four copies per person. The news anchor holds his ear and looks down.

"Ah we have the official terms here ladies and gentleman. All forces shall withdraw from either faction's space, all Galactic Defense Initiative forces shall withdraw to their respective territories, and Byss and all other targets of the Jutraalian Empire are to be left unscathed. The Katar Fleet shall be recalled, and no arms shall be lifted on either side against iether side."

There is a series of nods and murmurs among the crowd. Both leaders turn to leave. However, just before he exits, Dxun Isstal throws a stare over his shoulder at Fearsons.

"You do realize Fearsons," he says with a smirk, "that IDTech is not Jutraalian yet, and therefore is not added to this treaty. To defend them is to war me, typical for a terrorist like yourself, and will threaten war with the Hapans."

Fearsons turns, his typical jedi-calm taking over. He simply shrugs.

"This I understand my friend," he says calmly, "but I am making arrangements with Hapes to compensate for those killed and those ships lost, IDTech shall be punished for what it has done, this I do agree. However, when they merge with the Jutraalian Empire and this punishment is inflicted, I highly suggest you leave them be. Compensations shall be made out to all factions who submit a grievance to me for what they have done, and I shall compensate in starships and firepower, as well as funds and operations to restore what has been lost."

"Not quite up to the Jutraalian standard, I think." Dxun Isstal, watching the old recording from the conference room on his flagship, nodded.
"No, I suppose not. I mean, of course they ignore the treaty that they already broke. And their attack during a time of peace on Byss. And their clear as a bell statement that theyn will involve themselves in no cease fire that hurts their war machine."
"Would you have expected them to?"
"No, abosolutely not. Emperor Fearsons is a matter of deception. What bugs me, I mean really bugs me, is that he claims that we wish to gain material."
"At the same time that he refuses to even negotiate if he may loose any?"
"Yes. I've told him more than once that the GDI wishes no more than to see those worlds he unrightfully took, stole, should be returned to their repsective governments."
"But he does not wish to loose any material."
"No. He doesn't. Which is, might I add, the only reason that he even attempted a treaty. He does not care for bloodshed, the man rebuilt the Death Star. He only wishes that his own ships be protected from damage so that he can continue his crusade against all that is right."
"Why'd we stop fighting then, sir? Why end it?"
"Simple, Admiral. A continued fight between our factions will certainly result in death. An end to the fighting might, as small as the chance is, prevent unncessary bloodshed.
"And I do believe that the Empire will handle the Jutraalians if they continue their ways."

Both the lord inquisitor and Emperor Fearsons watched over the stars outside of the beautiful Star Destroyer Disruptor, watching the several thousand little specks that were stars dot the enormous backdrop of space.
Through the Force, Fearsons felt the bit of distraction in his former apprentice and one of his current guardians, he felt the dismay swirling in him like a corellian ale swished in a depressed man's glass.

"You don't think the negotiations went well," the emperor said, catching him off guard as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Dak quirked an inquisitive eyebrow at him. "My lord I-,"

Fearsons simply shook his head with a smirk. "You'd be surprised how many times my master did that to me," he said with that smirk fading into a faint smile.

"You mean Vader?" the younger admiral asked. The emperor sighed.

"Yes, I mean Vader," he said, hoping that it would not be brought up. "But why might you be dismayed over our negotiations? They went almost exactly as we wanted them."

Dak took a moment to gather his thoughts, looking around a bit nervously. "My lord...they..." he stopped for a moment, "are we doing the right thing? They want to police the galaxy, and that's fine, maybe there should be a police, for a long time we did carry that banner until we moved into isolationism." Fearsons nodded. This was true, after the third Chimeran Civil War, the Jutraalian Empire had declared isolationism, weary of unappreciated and meaningless work.

It was interesting how when they did such they were considered terrorists.

"They claim to want to return our planets to people we...'stole' them from," Dakkon finished. There was almost a hint of sorrow in his tone. "It's-,"

"It is depressing to know that we only defend ourselves from people like him, and he openly declares us terrorists without even truly getting to know us," the emperor finished for him. "I know, it's tragic."

"Our population is bordering fanatical, Despayre, Averam, and Chandrila...even the populace there would fight for us if it came to that, on Averam it's happening now. Why are people allowed to do that, why..."

"I sense a dark presence in that one's heart, I've sensed it since we began building Jalek. I was hoping I could wash it away with due time but..." Fearsons sighed, "I guess his lust for power was too great."

"He wants to return the planets to those we 'stole' them from..." Dakkon repeated. "He would give them to terrorists who drop bioweapons on their own people? And he would steal planets we worked so hard to gain through diplomacy and through our own blood and sweat?"

"You are entering a larger galaxy Blackblade, just be ready."

"Are we terrorists Master?" he asked bluntly out of nowhere it seemed.

Fearsons thought no that for a moment. "I suppose yes, from a certain point of view. But no, from another."

That was the most answer Dakkon ever received.