"Seems simple enough...." Lieutenant Commander Felnis started as he overlooked the battle plans centered within the Ord Mantell System. The Holographic projection flickered for a few moments as the fleet reverted to real space, just on the outside of the Ord Mantell system. Felnis smirked as the faint blue lights, indicating his ship positions appeared on the holographic map as the sensation and excitement of fleet combat flooded his emotions. "I want a full tactical readout of our fleet capabilities, Ensign." Felnis started as he slowly made his way toward the thick airlocked door that lead onto the command bridge. It was a simple ship, but the Defender Class Star Destroyer Spirit of Csilla would prove a worthy match to it's opposition.

Two Victory Class Star Destroyers flanked either side of his ship, slicing out of hyperspace in a well ordered fleet, several smaller support craft at their flanks. Their perfect formation demonstrated the precision and unrelenting dedication of the Chiss Enclave's Expansionary Defense Fleet, and it was a precision that had earned the reputation it so greatly deserved. Lieutenant Commander Felnis stood on the command bridge of the Spirit of Csilla, the ever present brown, and green tint of the planet increasing in size as the small task force eased forward through the dark recesses of space.

Felnis remained silent for a moment, observing the silence of the Holographic projection of the system displayed before him. It remained silent, the faint blue lights that represented his fleet remained the only indication of a fleet within the system. "Have we heard from Red Team yet?" Felnis inquired as he gave the tactical officer next to him a questioning look, a faint grin still on his face.

Captain Alanoor had taken his own compliment of capital class vessels around to on a different approach vector; a compliment of smaller support craft, and additional larger scaled capital vessels simular to that of Lieutenant Commander Felnis' own fleet. Alanoor's fleet remained comprised of larger scale ships, but it was no secret to a Chiss that sheer size and firepower ensured victory. Alanoor was to enter the Ord Mantell system on the opposite side, and the two fleets would engage above Ord Mantell itself.

It was no secret to the commanding officers what there true mission was.... to strike fear into the hearts of Ord Mantell's reigning Governor before the visit of the Sovereign Admiral himself. The true intention of the exercise was to intimidate the planet into submitting to a diplomatic agreement of subordination.

"Red Team confirms that they are in position, and ready to being maneuvers." the tactical officer said with a faint nod, obviously not approving of their plans. "Lieutenant Commander Felnis," the communications officer interrupted. "We have an incoming message coming from Ord Mantell demanding to know what our explaination is for being within there systems amidst armed warships."

Felnis tried to hide the smug grin on his face as he folded his hands behind his back. "Inform Ord Mantell that we are on a routine military exercise.... peaceful combat missions, nothing more. There is no cause for alarm." The imposing fleet hung in space for a few moments before the heavy lines of blue ionized gas filtered forward from the massive engines of the ships as the exercises began.

At the heml of the Defender Class Star Destroyer Warcraft, Captain Alanoor sat in silence, looming behind the shadow of one of Ord Mantell's two moons, waiting in ambush. Beside him sat the figure of Lieutenant Yuuz, the ship's chief intelligence officer. "Now that our fleet is in position for the ambush," he started a faint smile on his face. "We need to keep the Governor of Ord Mantell occupied, and intimidated to complete our real mission here..."

"I highly doubt that Governor Pataki will misbehave when the representatives arrive with our fleet in the system. Sovereign Admiral Xilen should arrive shortly after we begin our engagements." another officer added.

Alanoor nodded his head, leaning back in the crisp new black Corellian leather command chair of the Warcraft. "Reguardless of what our mission is, our current goal is to score a victory for the Red Team."
Lieutenant Yuuz nodded his head, and slowly stepped up to the viewing port of the command bridge, leaving plenty of room for the Lieutenant to get a good view of the battle that was about to take place.

Alanoor's fleet emerged from it's hiding place behind the solid brown moon that hund in space above the planet od Ord Mantell, slicing through the thick blackness of space with deadly precision. The ships moved with pinpoint accuracy, outflanking into an attack position.

"We'll have to teach Lieutenant Commander Falnis a lesson or two in Guerrilla warfare. Bring us about, and flank them. Intensify the forward firepower!"

Falnis smirked, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as the faint red dots appeared from behind the moon on there flanks. "So, he wants to play rough, does he?..." Falnis smiled a broad and proud smile as he stood from his command chair, wrapping his masculine fingers around the command bridge's railing. "Shields at maximum. Maintain currend course and heading. On my mark, break off into attack formation."

"Sarael, Lieutenant Commander."

"Battle Stations! All weapons low power. Just enough for our hits to be detected by the hit counter sensors.

"Three.... Two.... One.... Mark!"

The ships immediatly broke away from one another as Alanoor's fleet closed in behind, sending Alanoor's fleet straight through the Blue Team's ships. The Spirit of Csilla immediatly came about, firing a volley of light turbolaser fire on the engines of the Warcraft, followed closely by the rest of the Blue Team's fleet.

"Heavy Damage!" the weapons sergeant bellowed, followed closely by three mor edistress calls from pinpoint stations on the command bridge of the Warcraft. Lieutenant Alanoor frowned as he sat up, bringing a deep blue hand to meet with his chin. Lieutenant Commander Falnis' tactics were indeed... intriguing... He had tricked Red Team into thinking he was vaulnerable to attack, while at the same time he remained already prepared for the assault. He was like a Rancor that pretended to be down for the count that soon after lashed out with it's claws for the kill. He would keep that in mind....

Moments after the engagements above Ord Mantell, a single CR-90 Corellian Corvette exited hyperspace, flanked on each side by an imposing, yet innocent display of Chiss warships, innocently engaged in training missions that just happened to be in the Ord Mantell System. On the bridge of the Corvette's compact command center sat the well drssed figure of Sovereign Admiral Xilen Nuruodo, at this point a representative of the Chiss Enclave to the Governor of Ord Mantell. His mission was simple, yet held great tactical advantages to the Empire.... The annexation of Ord Mantell.

The planet itself ment nothing to the Sovereignty of the Chiss Enclave..... and nothing to the Chiss people. They could care less about the ideals, or desires of the insignificant beings that dwelled within the known regions. In fact, they cared only for a megar pocket of existance within the known regions, which remained the only reason Ord Mantell had captured there interests.

The Enclave of Chiss remained a mysterious Sovereignty; it's mysterious homeworld, and space remaining a mystery, even to the Empire, a faction that was known to have diplomatic ties with the Chiss on occasion. At the current time, most Chiss diplomatic meetings revolved around the Orion Space Station just outposted not far from the borders of Reecee's space, dominated by the infamous IDTech.

Captain Vequil smiled as his current command, the Imperial Star Destroyer Mark Two, Exterminator. He had been given the task of serving under Captain Alanoor, who lead the taskforce on Warcraft. He quickly came into position, at the end of the wedge, acting as rear-guard. His communications officer came forward.

"Yes?"

"Incoming message from Warcraft. It is Captain Alanoor."

"Put it on the main screen."

"Done sir."

"Captain Alanoor, what would you like?"

"Why is Exterminator at the back of the wedge? Are you afraid of battle, or something? I want you at the front."

Captain Vequil sighed. Why did he have to be the subordinate to Captain Alanoor. As far as tactics went, he was an idiot.

"Sir, I respect you, and your commands, but please, reconsider. If we have all our large ships at the front of the wedge, as you called for, we would do a lot of damage to the enemy fleet, at the beginning, but then, when the larger ships are past the formation, they will turn in behind our smaller ships, following them. Their whole fleeet will work away at the back, until they get through the fleet. With two larger capital ships at the end, we can fend off their ships, in time for the leading ships to swing around, to help us, and for the smaller ships to get away, and then converge on weakened capital ships. Another tactic we could us is have my ship, and a small force of smaller ships, such as gunships and maybe a frigate or two, stay behind and do a micro-jump to provide help, witht he smaller ships concentrating on their more severally wounded ships."

"I see."

It was obvious that Captain Alanoor did not like his orders being contradicted, and certainly didn't like being told how he should position his ships. Captain Vequil knew that any sort of tolerence that the captain had with him was sure to end quickly. He also knew that is was probably due to the fact that he had shown a lot of tactical savy, and was next in line to takeover the command of Captain Alanoor's fleet, which displeased him greatly.

"We will go with the second tactic. The citizens of Ord Mantell will be amazed by the fact that we can time the jumps so perfectly, and Lieutenant Commander Felnis will not be expecting such a brilliant move. I'm glad I thought up of it. You can have Blood Gutter, Serpent's Fang, Hell, Bringer of Death, Accuser and Armour, along with full fighter complement. Captain Alanoor out."

Vequil glared at the Warcraft. Leave it to Captain Alanoor to take credit for somebody else's work. At least he had left them a marginally decent force. Blood Gutter was an Aegis Star Carrier, with six squadrons of Chiss Clawcraft onboard. Serpent's Fang was an Aegis Star Cruiser Mark II, with four Chiss Clawcraft squadrons. Hell was a Nebulon-B2 Frigate, with two Chiss Clawcraft Squadrons. Bringer of Death was a Carrack Cruiser, holding five Chiss Clawcraft. Accuser and Armour were both modified Corellian Corvettes, with sixteen Chiss Clawcraft onboard each. Coupled with his Imperial Star Destroyer Mark Two, that was a lot of fighters. Exterminator had four squadrons of TIE Defenders onboard it, a rariety among the Chiss forces. There was also two squadrons of Clawcraft. A total of 205 Chiss Clawcraft and 48 TIE Defenders.

"All craft newly assigned to myself, form up with Exterminator. We will jump in after the rest of the fleet, and hit the other taskforce where it hurts." Vequil signed off the comm. "Helm, bring us over in a wedge behind the current wedge."

Vequil smiled again. Though Captain Alanoor didn't know it, the second wedge jumping in was probably going to reflect better on himself, rather then Captain Alanoor. It was just as well Vequil thought, as Captain Alanoor certainly deserved to be removed from command.

"I want Armour and Accuser to be directly behind Exterminator. Bringer of Death and Hell behind them. Then comes Blood Gutter and Serpent's Fang. Once we come into the battle, Exterminator will take the lead, pounding on the ships directly to each side, providing a full broadside to two targets. Armour and Accuser fall onto one of the targets, with Bringer of Death and Hell as backup. Serpent's Fang and Blood Gutter go for another. Exterminator moves forward, onto another target. After a couple seconds the rest of the taskforce should have joined up with us, and we can really do some real damage. All fighters, protect our ships from enemy fighters."

"Taskforce Blue is reporting readiness. Captain Alanoor is jumping now."

The majority of Taskforce Red jumped towards taskforce blue.

"Sensors, what is happening?"

"Taskforce Red has come out of hyperspace. They are forming up to flank taskforce blue, which is responding by manuvering to let them by. Now they are moving in from behind. Limited damage was done by Taskforce Red, thought Taskforce Blue did lose some fighters, and a couple gunships. We lost around the same amount of fighters, four gunships and one frigate. The dead ships are peeling away, to stay out of the engagement. Taskforce Blue is in perfect position for our jump."

"All ships, jump in. Taskforce Blue made the mistake of leaving the smaller ships at the back, with only two star destroyers."

Taskforce Exterminator, as Captain Vequil was calling them, jumped in behind the enemy fleet. Exterminator plunged to split the two victory star destroyers. Broadsides were exchanged, and their shields were getting severally damaged.

"All TIE Defenders, do a torpedoe run on the starboard star destroyer. Blood Gutter and Serpent's Fang, fall on these two star destroyers. The rest form up in my wake. Do to Captain Alanoors mistake, we have to change our tactics. Sensors, which way is Taskforce Red manuvering to turn around?"

The missiles on all the ships has been replaced by smaller paint missiles, thought they still had full compliment of normal missiles, stored away, ready for use if an enemy fleet came.

"They are to our port."

"Then head that way, cutting through the fleet. Blood Gutter and Serpent's Fang, once you are done, manuver into position behind us as well, you get the crumbs that we leave behind."

"The TIE Defenders had finished their torpedoe run. Shields on their target are down. A couple squadrons of Clawcraft have manuvered in, following them, destroying weapons emplacements."

"All fighters, enter the dogfight. Serpent's Fang, disable that Victory Star Destroyer, but destroy the other."

Exterminator flew farther into taskforce blue's formation. Ships lay on the trail behind them, indicating they were destroyed, manuvering out of the battle. Suddenly a gutsy Nebulon-B2 Frigate came forward, pounding at Exterminator. Normally this wouldn't have been that gutsy, but the rest of taskforce blue wasn't close by.

"Break the neck of that Nebulon-B2 frigate."

Exterminators gunners concentrated fire on the slender "neck" of the Nebulon-B2 Frigate, where the front was connected to the engines. Suddenly four gunships came out of it's wake, hidden before by engines.

"Hell, Bringer of Death, Accuser and Armour, deal with that those gunships."

The battle raged on, with Blood Gutter and Serpent's Fang coming up in the rear. A Defender Star Destroyer had decided to pay attention, was coming up in the rear. Lieuntenant Commander Felnis himself, aboard the Spirit of Csilla, was paying attention to Captain Vequil. He has was one of the best tacticians in the fleet, this would be an interesting battle...

OOC:more to come soon.

Captain Vequil shielded his eyes as the Nebulon-B2 Frigate threw off a fake explosion, to simulate its slender ‘neck’ being destroyed.

“Sir Spirit of Csilla is coming up in our rear. We have two Victory Star Destroyers on each side coming to pen us in, and a couple frigates out front.”

“Lieutenant Commander Felnis is no fool. Obviously going straightforward is a trap. If he really wants to keep us boxed in, he would have put more ships in our front vector, or larger ships. We are expected to go straight ahead, and destroy the two frigates, only to find that there is a trap waiting for us.”

“Perhaps he is using the corvettes hidden behind the frigate trick again.”

“That still wouldn’t have enough power to stop us, and he has enough ships to place another larger ship out front. Also, he doesn’t like to use the same trick twice in one battle, especially if they first time it failed. No, there has to be a plan.”

“Sir, I have it. Two dreadnaughts and four frigates, plus an Aegis Cruiser are moving in from in front. I wouldn’t have caught it, because they are simulating chasing a frigate, except I was looking for ships in that vector.”

“Good work Lieutenant. Where are Blood Gutter and Serpent’s Fang?”

“Coming up hard, just behind the Spirit of Csilla.”

“They have enough power to destroy it, don’t they?”

“Around that.”

“Excellent. Send Armour and Accuser back to help them out. Hell and Bringer of Death are to get on the port side of us, while we begin to turn to starboard. Our flank turns to them, and we exchange some broadsides, while our forward guns charge up, and prepare to target them. Hell and Bringer of Death roll out from the port, one under us and one above. They too fire on the Victory Star Destroyer. The other Victory Star Destroyer will turn to follow us, as will the frigates and backup. Spirit of Csilla, seeing we are evading the trap, while turn to follow us. They will all be out of position as our fleet returns to fire on them. Captain Alanoor may be credited for winning the battle, but as they play the recordings of the battle, they will notice how Lieutenant Commander Felnis played him like a fool, and only the timely intervention of my fleet stopped them from being chased across the sector, and my move, pulled four of their larger ships, plus some smaller ones, out of position, to be destroyed. The citizens of Ord Mantell will be so surprised by this brilliant move that the won’t have a clue what happened, and will even more inclined to join with us.”

“Excellent, plan.”

As Taskforce Exterminator moved to follow these orders, Captain Vequil smiled. The enemy were about to be surprised.

Blood Gutter and Serpent’s Fang came into range of the stern guns on Spirit of Csilla, and they all opened fire. The gunners had been concentrating on the turn that Spirit of Csilla was no making to compensate their aim for it, when Armour and Accuser fell on it. They opened fire, still speeding along, above the Defender Star Destroyers. The Corellian Corvettes rolled back and forth, dodging the return fire. This was excellent tactics, and was clearly infuriating the gunners on Spirit of Csilla. A Defender Star Destroyer being forced to suffer strafing runs from two Corellian Corvettes, and not even being able to properly return fire had to annoy them. The corvettes turned and manuvered in tandem, rolling together, though opposite ways. Blood Gutter and Serpent’s Fang were slightly less elegant, just plain opening fire on the engines of Spirit of Csilla. As much as it tried bring it’s starboard or port weaponry on them, the two ships were just to fast, matching every move, always staying on the aft, where the weaponry was weaker. Shields were falling rapidly on the Defender Star Destroyer.

Meanwhile, Exterminator had begun to fire on the Victory Star Destroyer to port, while the one to starboard was still out of range. As Exterminator started to turn, Hell and Bringer of Death rolled over and under the ship, firing at the same target. Unfortunately, Lieutenant Commander Felnis, and been to smart for Captain Vequil, four frigate came from underneath the Victory Star Destroyer, firing madly.

“Damn, I should have guess he would have reinforcements for the Victory Star Destroyers, in case we saw his trap. Helm, is there any chance for us to turn back to destroy Spirit of Csilla?”

“I’m afraid not sir. Any such turn would just leave us in the frigates and star destroyers guns for longer, or crash us into the star destroyer.”

“How about a small micro-jump out of the battle, far enough to turn around and micro-jump back in?”

“Quite possible. Navigation is working on that, and Communications can send it to Hell and Bringer of Death. Our fleet is still far enough away that their ships will be out of position, if we complete the manuvers.”

“Excellent. Do that.”

“Course laid in and it has been sent to the other ships.”

“Jump.”

Exterminator, Hell and Bringer of Death made a micro-jump and quickly turned around.

“Jump back into the fight, straight at the Spirit of Csilla. I want it to be destroyed.”
Taskforce Exterminator made a second micro-jump, just as Taskforce Red came within range of the battle. Since the ships sent on the trap were all turning around, to duplicate the first micro-jump, and then the second jump.

“Incoming message from Captain Alanoor.”

“Put it on,” sighed Vequil. Why was the captain calling now, off all times?

“Excellent strategy Captain Vequil. That double micro-jump was very effective in confusing the enemy, and put him right out of position. I also see that you are in a good position to destroy the flagship. Excellent thinking by you and your staff.”

Captain Vequil frowned. Here was an incompetent commander who would probably get a lot of credit for the win of the scenario.

“Thank you sir. Myself and my staff will be glad to do that.”

Captain Vequil signed off, full of disgust with his commanding officer to do anything else.

“All right, full speed ahead, destroy Spirit of Csilla. Once she is down we have gotten rid of their best tactician.”

“We copy sir.”

Exterminator, Hell and Bringer of Death sped up, and brought their weapons to bear on the front of Spirit of Csilla. They now had it penned in, right where they wanted it. The gunners would want to turn it to fire on both attacking forces, to do the most damage, but the attacking ships were to swift for it. The shields were failling rapidly. And then suddenly, the turbolaser blasts impacted against the hull, turning sheets of durasteel into blackened, melted hunks. The ion cannon bolts played across the hull, destroying weapon emplacements. Laser cannons, chewed away into the hull, the concussion missiles creating explosions. Suddenly another fake explosion went off at the engines, and Spirit of Csilla started to broadcast as destroyed. As taskforce Exterminator turned back into the battle, Vequil noticed the ships assigned to the trap against him were all moving to the destroyed area. The taskforce was giving out a beating to the enemy forces. Suddenly the CR-90 that the Sovereign Admiral, Xilen, was arriving on, came out of hyperspace.

"Mission over, calculate you dead, then report to the taskforce commanders. Taskforce Exterminator, escort the Sovereign Admiral in."

"This is Captain Vequil, we copy."

"And a game well played to you all."

"Lieutenant, what did we lose?"

Taskforce Exterminator move forward, and escorted the corvette down to the planet, with Armour, Accuser, Hell and Bringer of Death actually going down to the surface.

"Sir we lost 101 Chiss Clawcraft and 7 TIE Defenders."

"Excellent. Report that to Captain Alanoor. With our termendous kill and loss ratio, he would have to be an idiot to have lost the simulation."

"Done sir. They report back that Taskforce Red and Taskforce Exterminator are the winners."

"Excellent, now we just have to wait for the Sovereign Admiral to conlcude the plan."

Captain Vequil leaned back in his chair, smiling...

The Hammerheaded Corellian Corvette proceeded through rather large collection of warships with ease, moving slowly, and proudly through the center of the ships, followed closely by an escort. The Sovereign Admiral had been watching the battle on his holographic projection map, and was quite pleased with the results. Of course the cadets were a bit rusty at command, but the Chiss Navy was just beginning to rebuild itself, and afterall it was a training operation.

"Nice work, Captain Alanoor, Lieutenant Commander Felnis, and Captain Vequil. You've brought great pride to the Expansionary Defense Fleet, and House Nuruodo. Well done gentlemen." the Sovereign Admiral said with a smile as he leaned back in his command chair. Moments later, a communications officer stood. "We're picking up a transmission from the surface. It appears to be the director of defense."

"Put it through."

"This is Y'dagul Trelnis, Defense Director of Ord Mantell. Withdrawl your warships at once."

The Sovereign Admiral chuckled. His devious little plan had worked. "They will be withdrawn after my meeting with the Chancellor, Director Trelnis, not before then."

"Very well.." the voice on the other end replied with a faint sigh. "Just keep your distance. We've got reports of riots caused by your training."

Xilen chuckled. Humans were so... fearful for there pathedic lives. They didn't live that long anyway, merely a few decades and they decayed into nothing but the soil they had been birthed from. The Corvette continued under escort until it reached the planet's atmosphere, and shortly afterward, decended toward the planet's spaceport, surrounded by rocky canyons, and cliffs. Xilen had to admit, if they wanted to assassinate him, he was landing in the perfect target zone.

"Landing sequence initiated, Sovereign Admiral."

The loud hiss of the engines came to pass as the ship landed, it's massive airlocked cargo door opening to reveal an honor guard of House Nuruodo Phalanx, dressed int he highest quality decorative armor, made of Mandalorian Ore. It was a simple show, four guards in all, two infront of the Admiral, and two behind him. The entourage continued through the streets which looked like a vaste wasteland, contradicting what it looked like from the outer atmospheres. It was a city of pollution, crime, and disorder. Something that the Chiss Enclave would have to take care of after it's immediate Annexation.

Moments later the Entourage found themselves infront of a large dome on the other end of Ten Mile Plateau, no doubt the megar governing offices of the planet's reigning Chancellor. Outside stood four men, armed only with blaster rifles, and megar armor. They trembled, glaring up at the sky's two planets, the figures of the Chiss Fleet still imminent in the skies above. The entourage continued up the parched sandy steps of the Governmental offices, and through the large double doors into the entry halls.

"Aah, Lord Aldrex'ile'nuruodo! I've been expecting you ince the arrival of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet a few hours ago. It enlightens me to see that you come in peace..." the obease figure of the Chancellor spoke in a soft tone, a distant lok in his eyes. In his hand, oddly enough, he held a rare Corellian Dessert, famous throughout the Galaxy's upper class. He stuffed it into his mouth, it's red jelled center squirting out of it's sugar coated outer rim. "Please, come in!" the muffled voice continued, waving his fat little hands around franticly.

Xilen was appauled, but continued forward with his honor guard breaking off to either side of the room. "You know why I'm here, Chancellor..." he started, his red eyes turning into a glare. The man continued to stuff his face, seeming to ignore the Sovereign Admiral, and his honor guard. "Would you like a Keshielian Sugarmonger, Admiral?" the obease figure exclaimed as cheerfully a sa small child offered a sugar candy.

"No." He repiled in a simple, and plain tone. A darkness consumed his enraged body, no doubt the power of the Dark Side. He extended a hand forward, the obease man falling forward on his desk, gasping for breath shortly before his obease body was lifted into the airby an unseen force. He gasped, the red jelled liquid that had once filled the sugar coated delight now dripping from his mouth as he gasped.

"I have no come to play happy tea party, Chancellor." the Sith Lord said as he stepped forward with his red Chiss eyes blazing. "I have come to discuss the terms of your immediate, and unconditional surrender to the Chiss Enclave, and Parliment." he continued to gasp, his short fat legs dangling through the air, and his chubby figners wrapped around his neck in a feutal attempt to save himself. The Nuruodo Phalanx merely stood in silence, as well trained as the Emperor's Royal Guard.

Xilen dropped the Chancellor back into his chair as he weezed, red faced with anger, and lack of air. Xilen stood in silence with his fingertips neatly meeting with the opposite hand, lining up with his stomach. He wasn't a man to be taunted, or played with. He was a Sith Lord, and a respected ruler within Chiss Society, not a pretty stuffed Gamorian to be sat behind a toy tea set. "Now, let's get down to business..."

Xilen stepped forward, tossing a datapad at the fat chancellor infront of him. "This states that Chiss Phalanx and Fleets will now be responsible for the safety of this system, and your immediate resignation from power will follow, allowing an appointed Chiss Deligate to take your position as Chancellor of this planet.

"Never!" his voice broke from the silence as he pressed a small button ontop of his desk. A small group of security officers entered the room, blasters, and rifles brought to bear upon the Sovereign Admiral, and his entourage of Nuruodo Phalanx. None of the four Phalanx moved. They hadn't been ordered to. Xilen, on the other hand turned slowly, a sly grin on his face. "Not bad, Chancellor. You've just declared war on the Chiss Enclave, with a massive warfleet in orbit. With the chick of my finger, this planet will be bombarded until there is nothing left but volcanic ash, not that it would matter any."

The Chancellor growled as he stood from his seat, his short fat little legs straining under the weight of his body. "Kill these men!" he ordered. The guards fired, and immediatly the Phalanx kicked into action, bringing there force pikes to bear upon the security guards. Xilen stood in silence, his hands still neatly folded before his stomach. Blaster fire interrupted the room as the obease chancellor crawled under his desk, stumbling over his. Blue, and green blaster fire zoomed across the room, and the sound of breaking glass accompanied the impending blaster battle, yet Xilen stood in silence, his glowing red eyes tightly clenched shut in concentration. Every shot fired upon him was deflected in the neatest of styles, as if it was almost fun, and relaxing for the Sith Lord, and Sovereign Admiral. The Phalanx continued to fire, taking a few minor shots to there mandalorian armor, but remaining firm. And moments later, the blaste fire ceased.

Xilen stepped forward, jerking the Chancellor out from under the desk with ease. To a Sith Lord, he was nothing more than a floater in the Galactic toilet, and he needed to be flushed. He drew his lightsabre as he set the man down, igniging it with a crack, snap, hiss. It's vibrant crimson color light up the darkness of the room, and moments later, it swung out at the Chancellor, severing the width of his body in half.

Ord Mantell had been secured.