Kamon sat at the lone desk in his office. Designs lay scattered everywhere. He had so many of them he didn't know what to do with them all. Selling them was what he was considering.

A simple test had proven that the rest of the governmental structure of TTR was in approval of becoming a new faction. There would be problems of course. Minor bugs in the system would have to be fixed.

Kamon rose from his desk, and went out into the hallway. Walking along at a leisurely gate, he made his way to his secretary's desk. He approached her desk and sat down in front of it.

"How's the work coming, Jade?"

"Not to good. Too many ideas for the new faction name keep coming in. I can't keep up with them all. Plus, other factions are sending in complaints."

"Well, the complaints will have to wait. As for the new faction name, I have already decided on the. I want you to send this out to everyone. We are now The Tholatin Drive Yards."

"I'll get right on it, sir."

"Thanks."

Kamon rose from the seat, and headed out of the building. He was tired.

Nelix stood on silently in a small room on the Trade Federation Carrack Cruiser Imperial Glory smoothing the wrinkles out of his formal robes. Rumor had it that The Tholatin Republic had gone bankrupt, and in a desperate motion to save the economy of the small republic, the Prince, Kamon had revised a plan to start a corporation.... Tholatin Drive Yards.

It was an interesting gesture.... One that could profit Nelix, if he invested in the growth of the Corporation. Always thinking like a true businessmen.

As the Carrack entered Tholatin Space, Nelix started toward the command bridge, a small entourage of Neimoidian Security Forces flanking him on either side.

"This is the Trade Federation Viceroy Nelix Galdra, requesting permission to meet with Prince Kamon Immediatly."

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Radon sat forward in his chair.

"Greetings, Mr. Galdra. This is Grand Admiral Radon Mont. Before we say anyhting about our Prince, I must ask you to deactivate all shielding except for particle shields, and deacitvate all weapons systems."

Radon sat back in his chair as Nelix complied with the order.

"You can shuttle down directly to the castle, Mr. Galdra. Prince Vondiranach is somewhere down there."

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Tholatin

Kamon walked down one of the many paths in the forest. It had been some time since he had walked any of them. This one had special meaning though. It lead to the RJO temple on the planet. The temple had been constructed so Kamon could teach a padawan without leaving his home planet.

Kamon entered the Temple and sat down on the floor in a meditation position. His comlink was beeping but he ignored it. He wanted to be alone.

In a sense the brown skinned alien's ravings and beatings of the table were humerous to the man. The weequay slammed an enclosed fist on the table in response to the propping of the human's feet up. The slam jittered the glasses and made a ruckus that did not begin to compare to the loud music being played by the Bith in the back.

"Listen to me when I talk to you!" the alien demanded, assuming he deserved this one's respect. Behind the shadows of his hood, the man merely cocked a brow.

On any other planet, in any other system, held by any other ruler, this would have stolen the attention of all those in the bar.

But on Tholatin - especially under the young and reckless Kamon Vondiranach - if there were not at least three barfights a day that meant the bar had to close due to lack of customers.

That made being a bouncer on this planet hard and dangerous, however it was also one of the most prestigeous positions one could hope for.

The most powerful bouncer had the most influence. Whoever had the most influence really ran Tholatin.

Bartenders generally ran the cities here, totally evading the rule of the prince or his governors and mayors. Whoever had the guns and the people.

Bartenders usually had both.

The man flicked out a cigarra and lit it, placing it confidently in his mouth. An orange flare overtook the shadows caused by his hood, but still his features were hidden.

"You work for me!" the weequay screamed suddenly, this time overtaking the bar's music.

Still no one cared.

Now it was the man's turn to talk.

"Really?" he taunted, "When was that agreement signed?"

The weequay's expression distorted to one of both confusion and rage.

"Damn you Zolack! We had a deal!"

"A deal you failed to complete!" the man spit back, shrugging asside his false name for this little job.

The weequay paled and began to fall back into his seat. The human's keen eye caught onto his hand also retreating to his belt.

"I...I had my reasons," the weequay suddenly stammered, his initiative gone.

"Reasons, reasons, reasons. They're excuses, and excuses are like assholes Garush, everybody has them," the human shot back. "Either way, the deal was never completed, therefore my terms do not require to meet you satisfaction."

"I...shall...I'll have it done! Tonight!" Garush began to plead.

The man waited for just the right flicker, just the right spasm of a muscle, just the right twitch of an eye so that he could let loose his own flurry of gunfire.

He cocked the hammer back on his own blaster beneath the table to ready himself, just incase. The trigger needed to be easy to pull if it came to speed.

"But it's not done, and I said until yesterday, the deal's off," the human lied. The due date was really tomorrow, but weequay weren't exactly known for their intelligence.

And the tanned alien did indeed seem confused.

Then he met the spasm he sought ever so badly. His arm twitched, his hand trying to jerk something from his pants.

The DH-17 below the table let loose a burst of six shots, steaming the alien in the belly to leave fist sized scorch marks.

He did not even get a chance to scream before his body fell forward on the table. A few of the bar's patrons offered him a glance, but simply glared back at them.

The bouncer offered him a grain of attention, but quickly turned away, almost as if in fear.

There are advantages to looking like a Jedi he amused himself with.

He opened the door to the sandy streets of Tholatin, welcoming the light after so much time in a dark, smelly cantina.

Unfortunatley the fumes of Tholatin's streets were not much better than its bars, but he had gotten use to that stale fragrence by now.

The Soft thud of the landing gear signaled the end of the decent through the Atmosphere as the Carrack Cruiser's engines softly came to a sputtering hum, before going silent. As the hiss of the airlock opened, Nelix stepped out into the bright sunlight of the planet Tholatin.

But... No one was there to greet him. No Ambassador... No Diplomat.... No Prince.

He stood silent for a moment, pausing to ponder this.

Kamon had sensed Nelix's arrival. He determined it was necessary to talk to him. He drew on the Force and sent Nelix a telepathic message.

Take the first path on your right until you come to the temple. Then enter.

Kamon went back into a meditative state. He needed to regain some of the strength he had lost in the past week.

Nelix nodded his head,all to fimiliar with the Force. He was, afterall the Apprentice of the High, and Powerful Sith, Darth Zeta of the Naboo Sith Order. As instructed, Nelix continued down the path, and to the doors of the Temple, pushing them open.

It was a relativly simple temple, compared to the one build for the Sith on Neimoidia, but then again, Neimoidia was far more wealthy than Tholatin.

"I've come to discuss a matter with you, your Majesty. On behalf of The New Republic, and the Jutraalian Empire...."

Kamon raised his hand and cut Nelix off.

"I know your here because of the changes going on in my governement. You might as well cut straight to the point. You obviously want to make a deal of some sort."

Kamon got up and turned to face Nelix.

The Viceroy nodded his head slowly, keeping a keen eye on the Prince of Tholatin. Stress seemed to fill him as he took another step forward, the small entourage of Trade Federation Droideka Destroyer Droids holding close to the Viceroy.

"Your Majesty, during the Imperial Wars, The Tholatin, then a Republic, assisted in a campaign to destroy what was then known as The Rogue Empire. As you may have noticed, the two Empires have united against far worse threats to the Galaxy in an attempt to salvage what little sanity remains in the Galaxy...."

The Viceroy pauses, taking s step over to a small piece of art displayed in the temple. Running his greenish-tinted fingers over it, he continued.

"Surely you know of my power in the Corporate World, and with your recent Governmental Switch, I'd say you are now in the Corporate Domain. I'm going to have to ask that you pay Reparations to the Jutraalian Empire, and The New Republic, at least in some form. If you cannot comply with this, you will not have the support of the Trade Federation."

Kamon nodded.

"I figured as much. But i didn't count on it coming from you. Yes, you are correct about my entering the corporate domain. You must realize that certain things have come up though. My brother has resurfaced. I intend to deal with him some how. Now, what reperations must I pay?"