"Dammit, you fool!" Poreon cursed as the Heavy Terrain Assault Transport dropship dropped without him. He specifically told the brigadier general to wait until he, Poreon, got on the drop ship so he could see the effectiveness. High Command would be conducting a review of this brigadier General after the mission, unless things turned better as it progressed.

Anger pouring off the Sith Lord like a thunder storm cloud raining over Coruscant, the Sith Lord shoved away a Naboo Sith Order technician who was trying to prepare a shuttle for launch. Poreon marched up the opened boarding ramp, slapping the close switch with so much fury he almost smashed the layer of hull behind it.

He reached the cockpit of the ship, occupied by a Naboo Sith Order pilot. "Open a communications line with the Red Drop, that Heavy Terrain dropship that just entered atmosphere and vacate the seat once you're finished and then take the co pilot's chair. You've just been given the duty of flying with a very, very irritated Sith Lord to the surface of Pzob."

"Yes sir." The pilot saluted, vacating the chair immediately. "Line six."

Poreon slipped into the pilot's chair, flicking a switch and typing in a command override code to cold start the Sentinel Class landing Shuttle. "Mydum, this is a direct order. You are to wait for me on the ground and are not to proceed until I arrive and give another order. Understood?"

Poreon waited for a reply as he shot the shuttle of its hangar bay, ignoring Flight Control hails to wait in departure line.

*Darth J's first in command ran through the VSD, the corridors were metallic, and incredibly cold. Metal has the amzing property of retaining heat or cold, and in teh deepest depths of space, the coldest reaches of space, this made the huge metallic ships very, very cold indeed. The first officer shuddered, and continued running. He reached the communications room, and saluted the guards there.*

First Officer: At ease gentlemen, move aside so i can give the crew an order.

Guards: Yes Sir!

*They salute and move to one side. The first officer presses what appears to be random buttons to the untrained eye, but to thoses who know about communications computers, they could see that he was selecting the different rooms in the ship. The Barracks, The Hanger Bay, The Kitchen. He then pressed the button to talk to them*

First Officer: All crew, report to battle stations. This ship is under full red alert.

*he pressed a button and red lights and sirens start flashing.*

First Officer: All ground troops, obtain your weapons and report to a shuttle craft. This is war gentlemen, and remember. If you die a hero, YOUR STILL DEAD! Good luck all.

*The first officer saluted the guards and walked off toward the bridge. Darth J sat back in his chair and laughed*

And in the time to come, the Naboo Sith Order and Pod Racing forces would make relatively quick work of Jazzar and his forces. Poreon, on the other hand, was having quite the unpleasant time. Instead of being on the ground like he wanted to, his shuttle had had an ION drive knocked off line by some freak accident. So, Poreon was now in the middle of a Pzob desert, far away from anything remotely useful and all he had was his light saber, a com link and a Blaster. Had he been sensible, Poreon would have hailed a shuttle to pick him up, but instead he decided to be a man. And men never ask for help even when they desperately need it… like Poreon who was a thousand miles away from where the Heavy Terrain Assault Transports were leveling cities.
But Poreon set off on a trek anyway, all alone, not talking to anyone. For two days he marched, non stopping, through the Pzob desert. He passed countless grains of sands (somewhere in the five hundred million billions), and he had only stopped once at an unexpected oasis to snag some water. The water had felt cool and refreshing to Poreon’s parched lips, but now it was just a distant memory a day and a half later…
Until Poreon felt like he could lift his legs no more did he finally receive a streak of luck. The desert slanted down hill at a very steep pace all of a sudden. Luckily for Poreon, he was a resourceful one. A tree rested next to the sudden downhill spurt. Using his black, hand crafted light saber he cut the tree down. It fell with a clank and using the force, was moved into starting position to fly downhill. Straddling it with his legs, Poreon force pushed the tree down the slope, quickly accelerating Poreon to near two hundred miles per hour. Every second, Poreon went faster, too, because of momentum and force.
Soon though, Poreon’s luck ran out. Instead of being at the end of the desert, the bottom of the hill marked the start of an uphill, getting Poreon stuck in an infinite uphill down hill loop of momentum. But once his momentum had stopped the tree, or at least slowed it down to a safe pace, Poreon hopped off the tree and began walking through the valley. Unlike the desert surrounding him, the valley was like a jungle and making his way was slow.
He lit his saber to help cut through the underbrush and kill any animals should they cross face with the Sith Lord. Luckily for the animals, they did not cross face with the Sith Lord, Darth Poreon. Dusk had fallen, and now Poreon’s black blade barely lit a meter in front of him. So instead of using his saber, Poreon used the Force to illuminate the area and heighten his night vision ability.
During this nightfall, all the animals that never crossed Poreon decided to attack. Poreon had quite the trouble defeating masses upon masses of the damned beasts, but eventually every last one fell. Long term, this would cause mass devastation to the Pzob ecosystem, but in the short term, it made Poreon’s life easier.

Back on Darth J’s side of the planet, things were running smoothly, too. Jazzar was busy talking himself into a rut, while the Naboo Sith Order troops and Pod Racing Central troops ran wild through his city.
“You’ll never get this planet, you Sith scum.” Jazzar spat at Darth J.
Darth J diverted the spit back to Jazzar’s face with a simple Force shove. “Well you know what, Mr. Jazzar? You are so right. I think I will just surrender right here because, you know Mr. Jazzar, you’ve beat all my awesome troops and the Sith Lord… And that Naboo Sith Order Flotilla and the Pod Racing Central Flotilla… Well, by jolly, I just give up. You have me beat.”
Jazzar was about to reply when Darth J interrupted him, “It is sarcasm, you fool.” Before Jazzar could screw up again, Darth J, the Sith Knight, pimp slapped Jazzar across the face.
“Do not say a single, filthy word, Jazzar,” Darth J said, anger brewing within him.
“Fine, I concede. Supreme Mr. Darth J, Sith Knight Sir!” Jazzar said… A pity it was he chose those to be his last words in his entire existence. Shrugging, Darth J snapped Jazzar’s neck, the latter of the people falling dead without so much as a scream.
“Bye, bye, bye. Jazzar. It was not nice knowing you.” Darth J spat on the dead body, then left the conference room to walk the streets of Pzob. As he walked the streets he noticed the common Pzob citizens groveling on the street at their newfound freedoms… It seemed that fool Jazzar kept his people in a communist run world. What a fool Jazzar was…
“Sir, Darth J! T K 6700 requesting immediate audience, Sir!” A storm trooper, obviously trooper T K 6700 saluted the Sith Knight, Darth J.
“What is it, T K 6700?” Darth J asked, looking a tad bit worried. It was not ever day a lowly storm trooper officer requested face to face attention with the Sith Knight.
Obviously, this same thought raced through T K 6700 for he hesitated to respond.
“Out with it boy!” Darth J yelled, getting irritated.
“Yes sir, Darth J!” The storm trooper replied, once again hesitating.
“Speak, fool!” Darth J pimp slapped the trooper.
“Yes sir, Darth J. All right, well you see… ya know, the Sith Lord, Mr. Darth Poreon was coming down to the planet to watch those new craft… ya know, those Heavy Terrain Assault Transports… He was supposed to be down days ago, and he came on a Lambda class shuttle… Well on his way down, his Lambda Shuttle ate it, and he crashed somewhere in the Pzob desert. We would go rescue him, but we are awaiting your authorization, Sir Darth J, sir!”
“You frelling fool! Get out of my sight and go rescue Lord Poreon! Holy Jedi do not ever waste my time on such an easy to answer question. You fool. If you were not an officer I would slap you right now. And do not answer that. I know I already slapped you!” Darth J yelled at the storm trooper, who ran off to go report to his superiors.

A huge drop ship, escorted by a whole wing of SHD-66 Shadow Droid Starfighters fired its landing engines over the great Pzob desert. Sand, pushed by the exhaust, created massive sand storms that washed away feet upon feet of desert floor. Behind it all, Poreon shaded his eyes from the sand projectiles, not wanting to be blinded in the process of being rescued… not that he needed rescuing.
In the past two weeks, as he had now been alone, he had fashioned a whole shelter, fire, and food supply from the meager means presented to him in the desert. In fact, his new residence was starting to feel much like a real home. It had a nice quaint feeling to it, and Poreon had the urge to buy up all the land surrounding it. Something told him the land wood sky rocket in value very, very soon.
The landing ramp from the drop ship deployed, and Sith Knight Darth J came pounding down the gangplank. Seeing the Lord Poreon, Darth J fell to one knee and bowed his head in respect. “My lord, I am sorry that I have not gotten to you sooner. My subordinates were acting quite foolish.”
“No need to apologize. As you can see, I have fashioned quite the home here. Please, come join me inside of it.” Poreon motioned for the Sith to rise and then began walking back to his house.
“Offer appreciated, my lord; but it would really be in the best interests of the Naboo Sith Order to get back to the capital city and be on with business.” Darth J humbly said.
“You must take my offer though. The Naboo Sith order can wait while you appreciate the ingenious of my home design. I think I may go into home decorating once I retire.”
“You must not ever retire my lord. And you must get these foolish thoughts out of your head. We have a planet to run.” Came J’s reply.
“Do I have to fight over this?” Poreon crouched down and pulled out a new light saber he had made during his stay with the sands of the Great Pzob Desert.
Humming to life, Darth J ignited a ruby blade to counter Poreon’s ugly sand brown blade. The storm troopers lurking around the drop ship scurried forward to watch the fight and immediately began placing bets—most of those bets going to Darth J for they had seen him fight before. Oh, they would be in for quite the surprise.
Poreon lashed out first with a quick one two strike with his saber and foot. Neither connected as Darth J proved to have picked up some skill during his tutelage under Poreon.
“The master facing the apprentice. Cliché, is it not?” Poreon said with a laugh.
“Only as cliché as Skywalker and Kenobi on the Death Star way back when… I never thought Kenobi would let himself go like that.” Darth J said as he countered with a startling quick upper cut saber strike that Poreon blocked and parried away with ease.
“Only with a thousand words to say before I beat you to oblivion, Apprentice Sithling Knight Darth J.” Poreon said as he used the Force to push those spectators away from the battle field. At the same time, he popped Darth J in the face with a Force shove and followed up with a quick right hook

The blow struck Darth J right in the jaw, sending Darth J back a few decimeters. A second later, the Sith Knight was on the ground, struggling to keep up out of the sand, and Poreon did not give him the chance to rise. With a kick, Poreon lifted J into the air and sprawling on his back. A follow up kick connected and broke one (or two) of the Sithling’s ribs.

“Told you so,” Poreon muttered has he sent a dark energy bolt at his apprentice. Swarms of dark energy danced over, across and under J’s body. Then, something quite remarkable happened. Somehow, Darth J found the inner strength to stop the dark energy and reverse throw it at Poreon, though it was easily dodged.

“Wow, apprentice. Most impressive move, that was.” Poreon commented, shutting off his light saber and offering his hand to the Sithling. Tentatively, Darth J took the extended hand and was pulled up by Poreon.

“Wow, apprentice. Most impressive move, that was.” Poreon commented, shutting off his light saber and offering his hand to the Sithling. Tentatively, Darth J took the extended hand and was pulled up by Poreon.

“Come on, let us go check out my habitat now, all right?” Continued Poreon as he led J to his homely home. Off in a corner was a HAM radio set Poreon managed to make out of sand and fashionably retro styled chairs. Also, in the center was a large mattress which had probably been the location of sleep for the Sith Lord during his desert stint.

Darth J, as was assumed by Poreon who was too busy flaunting around his house to take notice, was amazed at the true beauty of this homely home Poreon had created under extreme conditions. This homely home needed little in terms of modern day furnishings, for it had that homely atmosphere to it. Quaint was the word at the tip of Darth J’s tongue, assuming Poreon had taken the time to ask for his opinion.

And the day had been ended by the time Poreon had finished showing off his quaint, peculiar little house in the Pzob Desert. In the coming days, Sith Lord Poreon and Sith Knight Darth J, along with Darth J’s escort force, returned to the capital city of Pzob.

There, at the capital city, they were greeted with ticker tape parades, pod races, parties, standing ovations and much, much more, but it all was rightly deserved. After all, was it not the Naboo Sith Order’s very own Darth Poreon and Darth J who liberated Pzob and granted it membership into the government of the Naboo Sith Order? It was, and to dispute that fact would be an utter waste of everyone’s time. At one particular event, the stage was given over from the grand marshal to the Sith Lord. Smiling, Poreon took the stage even though he had no speech prepared. He would be improvising everything said. His improvising did not come off that bad… Let’s see it:

“Respected guests, officials and citizens of the grand planet of Pzob, it is my deepest and most honorable pleasure to look at all of you and see all of you as members of the Naboo Sith Order. Since the dawn of the Naboo Sith Order, other galactic governments have been busy libeling us, the Naboo Sith Order, as dictatorships, as unjust bodies, and most of all, as a people who are dark and evil. But, the Naboo Sith Order is not a dictatorship, it is not an unjust body, and most of all, it is not made up of a people who are dark and evil.”

“The Naboo Sith Order is a legitimate, respectable government by all means. With every planet and person who joins the Naboo Sith Order, we fortify the beliefs and tenets in which we were founded. Those fundamentals are Honor, Respect and Equality. In the Naboo Sith Order, we place honor as the defining trait in a person. Without honor, there is nobody. Respect dictates how we act with other people. Even now, as the Jedi attack us and the New Republic attack us at Talus and even now, as the Rogue Empire turns its back on honor and assaults at Ziost, the Naboo Sith Order upholds its honor, respect and dignity. And we are glad to have you, Pzob, bolster our position.”

“I’m Sith Lord Jake Ser Poreon, you are Pzob, and this is good night.”

Poreon stepped down from the stage as the crowd erupted into applause, giving a standing ovation. The Lord shook hands with the current governor of Pzob and everyone in the audience that night. And the people loved it all. The Naboo Sith Order lived strong.

In the coming month, Pzob was fully accepted into the Naboo Sith Order and given a house on the capital world of Xa Fel, from which they could conduct political decisions in the Naboo Sith Order Congress. Soon thereafter, after construction at Ziost and Drunkenwell completed, Pzob would become a shipwrights and produce ships to monitor peace through out the galaxy.

Indeed, the Naboo Sith Order, Lord Poreon, and Knight Darth J were grand people. They got a grand name for a grand faction and made both a super grand name for a super grand faction. To the minions of the Naboo Sith Order, they were ultimately preparing to spread the just form of government across the galaxy. Resistance was futile when you had honor, respect, dignity, justice, freedom and luck on your side.

ooc: Cool, a new planet. Hehehe.