He leaned back in his chair. It has hand fashioned from the finest pelts from across the galaxy from the rarest of species. He planted his boots firmly on the floor as he pulled a datapad off his desk, glancing over the information it so beged him to read.


Planet: Danoz
Capital: Danoz Prime
Trade: Industrial and Military
Position: Outer Rim World
Government: Oligarchy
Defenses: 2 ISD's as well as a small picket force
Additional Notes: Danoz Manufacturing has had its filthy claws into the planetary government for many centuries now, control its actions to further its own agenda. Early in its birth years, Danoz Manufacturing stole many designs from Hapes itself and sold them on the free market to keep itself alive. Thus Hape's intelligance officers have infiltrated almost every arm of government on Danoz itself, ready for an eventual revenge strike to bring the criminal Danoz Manufacturing group to justice....


THis planet had a viable navy, meaning trained officers. IDTech would need trained officers for its new ships. Danoz had manufacturing faculties. Those could become useful to IDTechs cuase...


"Liandra, get me the Hapan representative on the Holo, I must speak to him immediatly"

[i]He wanted it, and he would have it....

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Crown Prince Darksword was examining the newly commisioned AEGIS type ships that had recently entered the Hapan navy when suddenly an aide tapped the Prince on his shoulder.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Sire? We have a priority communication from Lord Raktus of IDTech, he says he has something on Danoz."

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> That got the Princes attention. He turned and made his way to the nearest comm-station. Up blinked a Hapan banner before it transmuted into the face of Raktus.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Yes Heir, what is this information on Danoz you have? I assume you were breifed on their 'actions' against the Hapan Consortium as well as the potential and real damage done to our exports and reputation."

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> The Prince waited expectantly. If the CEO had discovered a pretense for an assault on Danoz that was real, he had the Crown Princes, as well as Hapes, undivided attention.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

A small holovid image of him appeared out of his desk frame, an unseen holoproject he had had installed a couple of months back. A bit flickery, but then again show me a holoprojector that isnt. He held his tongue for a moment, letting the man from Hapes wait a moment in expectation before begining...
"Yes, I was quite briefed in the regular reports from your staff. Quite the situation eh? Anyways.... A few of my business associates on Danoz have reported to me of a predicament that you might find interesting. Appearently the Danoz Manufacturing company has begun construction of a Hapan Battle Dragon. They finished its hull, and its plain the design is the same, but its weapons systems are on par with that of the empire's. Its a supirior design..."
He couldnt help but grin as the Hapes offical showed utter disgust at his last comment. THose Hapes, far too into themselves...
"Dont worry so much, its very much lacking in the beauty that most Hapan ships posses. Still, its quite the smack in the face dont you think? Like hey, look what we did, whatcha gonna do about it..."
Stroke his ego, then put ideas in his head, by the book
"So, what ya think of all this anyway?"

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Dakkon grimaced as one of his advisors blanched at the comment to Hapan royalty, another was forcably restrained for his anger at such disrespect. But the Crown Prince knew that the IDTech Cheif Executive Officer was more than correct.

And this slap in the face would be avenged, Danoz would suffer.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Ah, well you are obviously unaccostomed to the now standard Hapan Nova Class. Its weapons are on par with anything the Empire can throw. The Centrepoint incident helped with that. But the Battle Dragon, now that would be quite the technical achievment. We have been unable to change its systems to match Imperial tech.

If this is correct, then vengeance might serve well, along with stealing the plans they had."

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> The Prince paused thoughtfully.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Perhaps we should, educate, Danoz on the follies of triffling with us."

"Yes well, I myself have operatives on the planets surface. Mostly to monitor the competition, but they have training in such terrorist acts. Perhaps we should strike jointly?"

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Dakkon grinned, his teeth bared in a smile unbecoming of Hapan Royalty.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Yes. Such an action would be pertinant. I have special forces troops ready for such actions, and other Intelligence operatives already on planet.

Whats your suggestions for the assault?"

"First off, my forces will strike the planetary defenses worldwide, while at the same time your forces move to attack the planet. In the meantime, I'll have special units replacing specific units in the Danoz government. If all goes well, this entire spectacle will go unoticed by the general population"

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> The Prince smiled grimly at this show of military brute strength.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Perhaps a little more <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> tact<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> would be required to do this. Continue with your infiltration while i do the same. We shall crush them silently, if not easily."

As the dozen IDTech transport entered Danoz space it sliped into the stream of commercial traffic its package was a prescious one. The holds were filled with the prescious metals the DC needed for weapons production, and this shipment from IDTech was to aid them immensly.
Following the lane beacons the small group of merchant ships made there way towars the planets surface, to dock with a pre-ordained docking port for unloading. Rather suddenly one of the vessels broke off course and shot straight for the Danoz Gencor shields, alerts went off in the planetary defense grid as the vessel's midsection suddenly disengaged from the rest of the ship and hyperjumped straight into the shield generator. Blowing a rather large hole in the structure but not destroying it, but rather disabling it. Immediatly defense platforms were trained on the IDTech vessel as it was obliterated in a hail of fire.
The lead IDTech vessel hailed the main defense platform immediatly...
"Dont fire! that was merely a drone ship, it had malfunctioned, we attempted to regain control and when we did the computer read an intruder alert and tried to jettison the cargo. Being too near the planet this happened, we will kindly repair your Gencor for you as well as pay for any other nominal fees incured, but lord willing please dont open fire!"

<font color=blue> The Danoz Security badge identified her as Mergit Foa, a systems analysis Technician with Danoz Manufacturing. As far as the planet's military was concerned, she was Mergit Foa with all the pertinent papers and documents.

" I've got a report of a malfunction in Ion Cannon's cooling couplings."

The commanding officer scanned her ID badge and read at the repair order. " I wasn’t told of any problems."

Silver eyes rolled in frustration. " Look, all I know is that I got a call on my day off saying I had to get my butt over here ASAP to fix this bloody thing. Now if you want me to go home, that’s fine with me. I would much rather there, celebrating my son’s birthday with the rest of the family, than here. But I want your name and security ID number so if the Cannon overheats and explodes I have someone else to blame for it. I’m not going to take the fall for it."

He handed the order back to her and motioned for her to pass. " The main computer’s at the end corridor."

She stuffed the datapad back into the pocket of her coat. " I know where the computer is."

So it was that Terolyn gained access to the third, and final, Ion cannon of Danoz. With the new ID and documents provided by ID Tech, it had been easy enough for her to get to the first two. The third was turning out to be just as easy.

Placing her tool case on the computer console she opened it and connected the diagnostic computer to the cannons main computer. Her fingers danced across the keypad, entering the sequence that would synchronize this cannon with the other two across the planet. She glanced at the chronometer on her wrist and smiled. If all was going according to plan, the ID Tech ships would have arrived a few minutes ago and staged their little accident.

An hour from now, the ion cannons would begin to over heat and detonate the charges that were to have been installed in the cannons cooling couplings before hand by another operative. Another unfortunate ‘accident’.

By the time Danoz military figured out what happened it would be too late.