*Darth J walked around the helm of his brand new VSD, the buttons were flashing and new. It had an aroma like a new speeder smell, pine fresh. He loved it, the power of his tiny fleet. Some small grasp at what he once had. He sat down in the captains chair, it was snug and comfortable. The velvet finish, felt nice against his hard scaley skin. The bridge lieutenant addressed him.*

Bridge Lieutenant: Sir, we're approaching Pzab.

Darth J: Dammit man! Its Pzob! PRONOUNCE IT CORRECTLY!

*J stood up, and the bridge lieutenant cowered away. J saw this and sat down again, the bridge lieutenant once again stood to attention.*

Bridge Lieutenant: I'm sorry sir. My mistake.

Darth J: One more and it shall be your last. Begin orbiting the planet.

*Addressing the comms officer*

Darth J: Open an all frequency channel to the planet.

*The comms officer presses a few buttons on the mettalic panel.*

Comms Officer: All ready sir, just start talking. The whole planet can here you.

Darth J: Inhabbitants of the planet Pzob, your planet is about to be taken over by Pod Racing Central. I am Darth J, a Sith Knight and your new leader. No wait, scratch that, im you new GOD.

*J smiled, he looked around saw the bridge crew looking around at him strangely.*

Darth J: What? What?? C'mon its just a little fun.

Young bridge officer: Maybe they'll build statues in you honour.

Darth J: Not if their all dead.

*The young bridge officer cringes.*

Comm Officer: Sir, incoming message from what appears to be the capital cities central building.

Darth J: Bring it up on my holocron.

Holocron Message: I am Jazzar, leader of the planet Pzob, we mean you no harm. Why do you attack us?

Darth J: We have not attacked, as yet. If your planet doesn't come willingly. Then i shall be forced to use my weapons of mass destruction.

Holocron: We don't want any trouble. What are your conditions?

One TNSO Defense Department Flotilla (1 VSD, 3 Krayts, 1 CGU, and 1 Hapan Battle Dragon) popped out of hyperspace around Pzob. At the helm of the Victory Class Star Destroyer was Darth J's master, the Sith Lord Darth Poreon. Poreon's agitation radiated off of him like a toaster oven.

"Open a comm line to the PRC Star Destroyer." Poreon said, waving a hand.

"Yes m'lord, Line Three," the officer had a reply before Poreon was done waving his hand. That was a smart officer; reading Poreon's disdain, he knew to act quickly and nicely.

"Sithling J. I admire your conquest of this planet for your Pod Racing fancy, but I must intrude and command you to conquest this planet in the name of TNSO. I also invite you and your Pod Racing thing to join TNSO as a mutual sovereignty."

Poreon's face was gambler stark. There was only one acceptable answer to this question.

*J spun his chair around in circles. Thinks " Agh! I want it for its stupid name, but unfortunetly my loyalties lie with my master." *

Darth J: Master, this planet shall be conquered in the TNSO name, but on one condition. I wish to have ONE ship yard of Pod Racing Centrals orbiting the planet, TNSO may have the rest. Your mutual soverenty is acceptable.

*J turned back to Jazzar*

Darth J: Jazzar, there is a growing fleet above your planet. You shall bow to our wishes, or you will be destroyed. This fleet can be of a huge size in less than a few hours. You know what the answer should be.

*J awaited Poreon and Jazzars reply*

"A fine decision Jay. Pod Racing Central will now come under TNSO Defense Department Protection. All of TNSO DD's fleet will be used to protect PRC assests and TNSO Assests. Your request to have the PRC shipyards remain is acceptable, but if you wish you could turn manufacting over to TNSO Defense Department for a greater manufacturing quotia.

We can grind out the finer details of this later. For now, let's conquer this planet!"

Poreon turned away from the Holocommunications unit and issued a command to his subordinates.

"Scramble TIE Interceptor squadrons in Slicing Shield." the order was relayed over the ship loud speaker.

*J turned the comm unit over to Poreon*

Don't attack anything, we'll try diplomacy, then we can smash them into little bits when their backs are turned.

*J switched back onto Jazzars Channel*

Darth J: Jazzar, do we have a deal?

Jazzar: Yes, i'll lower the planetary shields. Give me ten minutes to clear it.

With an ION disruption like static net, the Pzob planetary shield collapsed by the power of the Pzob ruling body. Not receiving any transmitted orders, rather feeling the orders being pulsated throughout the attack group; the many starfighter squardons shot down into Pzob's unprotected atmosphere.

Poreon gazed out of the bridge window. He magnified the digital image to a close up of the Moonflower Nebula. It looked beautiful, the gases making up the Nebula shining in the darkness of space. His peaceful thought quickly changed. He let out a shiver of disgust from his command chair on the Victory Class Star Destroyer, thinking how he hated those disgusting Gamorrean pigs that live on that planet below.

He shrugged, turning his attention to the conquest below. In due time, he wouldn't have to smell the vermin below; rather he would smell the vermin as produceful Naboo Sith Order Slaves.

He saw the protective shield collapse, and his starfighters pour across the planet surface. "Sithling, see to it that any possible threats in the space are secured, captured or destroyed. I'm sending over a Corellian Gunship and a Hapan Battle Dragon to assist. Once that's complete, we should secure the ground. I don't doubt for a second Jazzar is keeping his word, but I think we should be prepared for anything."

Poreon spoke the truth. It would be foolish for this planet to attack, even if they were full of brute, stupid Gammreans.

Sniffing in the artificial Victory Class Star Destroyer air, Poreon commanded the bridge to align itself for a flanking position of possible escape vectors. "Bridge, don't let anything escape. Snatch on to it with the tractor beams."

*J turned over to the holonet channel with Poreon on it*

Yes Sir, i shall begin decent into the planets atmosphere.

*J turned to the bridge captain.*

Darth J: Begin decent into the planets atmosphere, hover next to the biggest tower in the capital, make sure its only an office building though. Wouldn't want to kill Jazzar would we?

Bridge Captain: Yes sir, Beginning decent into the planets atmosphere. What shall we do when we reach level with the building?

Darth J: Command on the loudspeakers that if the building is evacuated the entire capital will be destroyed.

*J flicked a switch to turn the comms on through out the VSD.*

Darth J: All Crew, report to battle stations. All pilots report into their ships. All other ground troops report to transport craft.

*J flicked the comms off again.*

Bridge Captain; Sir, we're level with the building now. I've sent the comm message. What are you planning?

Darth J: Never you mind. This will be interesting.

*J turned the holonet projector onto Jazzars channel.*

Darth J: You see that Victory Class Stardestroyer with its weapons pointed at the big office building?

Jazzar: *slowly* Yes..

Darth J: Well, if all your army vehicles and weaponry aren't in the town center in one hour i'll destroy the building and all the people in it.

Jazzar: And then?

Darth J: I'll level a new building every 10 minutes.

Jazzar: This shall be done.

Five factory fresh Heavy Terrain Assault Transports (conviently abbreviated as HT-AT) had never seen the light of day yet. Nestled deep within an All Terain Assault Transport Dropship, chances were the Heavy Terrains would not see the light of day until well after a better technology was created. And then, the technology would be so outdated, the Heavy Terrain would be shipped off to the Galactic Museum on Coruscant as a relic of the galactic ruling body--the Naboo Sith Order.

But that was only one future, and Poreon thought he would not like that future--except ofcourse the fact that The Naboo Sith Order was the galactic ruling body. Instead of letting the Heavy Terrains rot away, he would test them out for himself, afterall, he did not know if Chadd Fearsons word about this technology was true to its dotted eye because one of his lesser officers purchased a copy of the rights from the Rogue Empire.

"Brigadier General, this is Poreon. I am coming down with the Heavy Terrains to oversee the effectiveness of this technology you so valiantly fought for in the Senate Hearings." Poreon dailed the appropriate channel on his comm link.

He hopped on a small skiff, travelling the many decks to Assault Launch Bays in a few minutes. That time should have given the Brigadier General enough time to muster his unused force.

Inside the HT-AT designaed 001, Brigadier General Mydum stood in the cockpit, the head, the key to the craft's movement. Its bladed legs were tucked neatly into the launch pod that the dropship so convenientally provided. The Emperor Fearsons' reports so far seemed accurate, and not a single HT-AT had been lost by their faction, how then could the Naboo Sith Order lose any in such a minor invasion?

"Prepare to launch on my mark," he explained, bracing himself for the intense launch that always preceded the impact. He closed his eyes and prepared himself, this part always seemed to startle him, even after so many years of serving in drop craft. Three...two...one, and the propulsion pushed him forward with the other four walkers in their small rocket tubes.

The friction of the atmosphere rocked and shook the pods, and Mydum winced at the pressure and heat, as did everyone else that had to suffer the pain of being inside the craft. Then, faster than it even began, it was over, and the entire craft shook in a flurry of dirt and gravel. The general blinked a few times, and then looked out the forward viewport, seeing the other HT-AT's already moving into position. Heavy Repeating Blasters on the heads immediately tore through enemy soldiers who came to resist the heavy walkers...fools.

Mydum clicked on the commlink to Poreon and simply grinned as he spoke. "As you can see Master Poreon, the HT-AT is the epitome of power," he said gleefully. So far, there was no doubting it as nearly three hundred soldiers lay dead in under two minutes.

*Jazzars hololink light flashed, J looked down at it.*

What the hell is wrong with him now?

*J hit the button, Jazzar popped up and began talking hastily*

Jazzar: What the hell are you playing at?

Darth J: What are you talking about?

Jazzar: There are a series of HT-AT's invading my city! This was supposed to be a peacefull diplomatic mission on your behalf, whats happened?

Darth J: Im Sith, and this...is a planetary take-over.

*J pressed the button, to activate a secondary comm-link to the weapons section, Jazzar could here exactly what was said.*

Darth J: Weapons section, aim all weapons at that millitary depositary.

Jazzar: Don't do it!

Darth J: Quiet you, Weapons, FIRE!

*The VSD weapons aimed, locked onto the miliatary depositary. They fired simultaniously, destroying the building in a blaze of fire and explosions.*

Darth J: Jazzar, your gonna die soon, you'd better have a damn good hiding place.

*J pressed the button to cut the communication to Jazzar. He turned to his first in command*

Darth J: Prepare for a full scale invasion.

First In Command: Yes sir!

*The first in command walked off briskly toward the main comms room, to deploy the troops*