2. I launch a weapon at your capital world capable of killing all organic life in a matter of a few hours.
So either way, I win. You can write a cool speech and pick a new homeworld, or you can declare yourself Emperor while wearing an environmental suit over the corpses of your friends and loved ones.
I actually know exactly what I'm going to do (provided I give a shit and write tomorrow) but we have to have the mandatory dick size contest first!
Option 3: Thorton Bones you in the ass. No superweapon. Imperial fleet retakes Coruscant Space
Option 4: I finish a plot element I was working on a while back that will bone you in the long term, cut losses and leave while boning you long term via other means.
I win in the long term with all four options, and you win in the short term with three.
Maybe tomorrow we'll decide. I will write something in the afternoon.
Did you mean the plan you had to travel into a wormhole with no exit and slowly sit with your thumbs up your ass as it collapses and is destroyed? You go ahead and follow through on that plan, Kach.
New plan - Desaria departs from the battles of Onyx against the Crusade, takes his awesomeness back to the mainstream galaxy, and whoops your tush. And takes a cute Cree'Ar concubine as a lover. Just because he can
