Kamon enjoyed lush fields and planets with endless bounds of trees. He spent much of his time relaxing in the forests of his home planet of Tholatin. The problem with this was the fact that the planet was being developed. There were new houses being built, A construction yard under construction, and much mining. He detested development, but it was a necessary procedure in order to keep up with everything. One day he was resting in the shade when he suddenly got the notion to take his plans one step further. He decided to get Reecee onto his side. The planet itself was covered in lush vegetation that he enjoyed. The planet was not hindered with development. It had platforms floating above it that housed to residents of the planet. He collected himself, and vowed that he would not destroy the vegetation. He left the forest and entered the hanger at his palace. He boarded a ship and went to his flagship.

He boarded the Starfire, but did not go to the bridge immediately. Instead, he went to his private quarters. Once there, he climbed into his bed and took a nap. When he woke up, he cleaned himself up, and changed into his royal outfit since he was wearing his Jedi clothing at the time. He exited the chamber, and his two guards fell in step with him. He entered the code into the turbolift for his clearance level, and the three of them shot up to the bridge. Once there he headed over to his comm. officer.
“Record this,” he said.
“Yes, sir.” The officer hit a button.
“Citizens of Tholatin. I have decided that it is time to begin our attack on the evils of the galaxy, with the exception of our allies. The first step is not an attack on any of our enemies, but is a diplomatic takeover. The Starfire and I are going to the planet Reecee. I intend to takeover the planet without hostility. Once we have it, food will be available in plenty. I will be gone for a short time and leave Radon Mont in charge on the planet, and Colonel Skai in charge of defense. Good day, and be in peace until I return.”
He took a break to catch his breath.
“Now play that everywhere.”
“Yes, sir.”
His message played around the planet. When it ended he began the next phase.
“Patch me through to Radon Mont.”
“Yes, sir.” The officer hit another button and the Master Ship Builder appeared on the screen.
“I assume you saw the broadcast.” Kamon said.
“Yes.” Radon replied.
“Good. Keep the building on schedule, and make sure the mining doesn’t go to far. I do not want my forest destroyed.”
“Yes, sir.”
Radon’s face disappeared and was replaced by Colonel Skai’s.
“What is going on? Why are you not taking us with you?”
“We are too few in strength. I must leave some forces here to protect the planet.”
“Yes, but taking us with you will make the possibility of gaining Reecee even greater.”
“It will also make losing Tholatin a definite. Just do as you have been ordered.”
“Yes, sir.”
“If anything happens that you know you can’t handle, call Fearson’s. I don’t want you to be a hero and die. I will need you in the future.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Dismissed.”
The screen went blank. Kamon walked over and sat in his command chair.
“Captain.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Prepare the ship to leave. At 0800 hours, enter hyperspace on a direct route to Reecee. Once we enter hyperspace, put the ship on alert status Green 3. I want us to be ready if we are pulled out of hyperspace by an enemy. When we are 15 minutes from hyperspace exit, alert me, and put the ship on alert status Yellow 2. I don’t expect hostilities since they have no military power, but it is better to be prepared. I’ll be in my quarters if you need me.”
“Yes, sir.”
Kamon went to the turbolift, and shot down to his quarters. He walked down the hall to his quarters. He opened his door, and walked in. The guards took their post on either side of the door. Kamon stripped down to his undergarments and went to bed. He had a dream of the Jedi destroying the Sith, the true Empire finally falling, and the galaxy finally living in peace.
When he woke up, the ship had already entered hyperspace. He looked at the clock. It was 0900 hours. He got out of bed and redressed. Walking over to the toiletries area, he brushed his teeth and combed his hair. A servant droid had brought him breakfast while he had been sleeping. He sat down and ate. When he had finished, he got out his datapad and looked up the Galactic News. There was nothing really new except that the Praetorite Vong had commenced to take over Ithor, which had been his next target. He then hooked up to the Starfire’s central computer and checked on the ships status. Everything seemed ok and they were at alert level Green 3. He turned off the data pad, and did some calisthenics’.
When he had finished with his warm up, he walked over to his closet. He pulled out a lightsaber training droid, and grabbed his lightsaber. He carried the droid over to the open area near the view port. He activated the droid, and then he activated his lightsaber. He let the Force flow through him and fell into a defensive posture. The droid launched a stun blast at him, which he blocked. He continued to block shots and hours later began to show some signs of fatigue. He deactivated the droid, and proceeded to replace the droid where he had gotten it.
He clipped his lightsaber onto his belt and glanced at the clock. It was 1300 hours. This was the time he had chosen to go to the mess hall and dine. He cleaned himself up again, and walked out of the room. His guards fell in step with him, but he dismissed them. He wanted his crew to feel that he trusted them. He entered the turbolift and went down. He exited and walked down a wide hall. Pushing through the doors at the end, he entered the mess. He sat down, was waited on by a droid, and finally began to eat.

When he had finished eating, he went back to his quarters and took a nap. When he woke up, he got out some old stones that he used when he was practicing with his Force powers. He placed them near each other in the center of his training area. Sitting down, he let the Force flow through him. Concentrating the Force on the rocks he lifted them off of the ground. He made one bounce up and down in the air. The other two he made circle the first on. He made the rocks appear to be an atom. Then, he pulled them away from each other. Sending them to opposite corners of the room, he braced for the ear-splitting shatter that would come if he made a mistake. He sent the rocks right at each other, but right when they were about to hit he pulled them back to opposite sides of the room. He stood up and drew his lightsaber. The blade illuminated and filled the room with light. Walking to the door, he opened and spoke to one of his guards.
“Marcopius, would you come in hear for a minute?”
“Yes, sir.”
Marcopius entered the room, but stood at the door.
“In the closet there,” Kamon pointed to the closet. “There is a big crate of rocks. Pull them out please.”
Marcopius walked over and opened up the closet. He pulled out the crate, and closed the closet back.
“Good. I’m going to put my lightsaber on the second setting. I want you to throw those rocks at me so that I can practice blocking them.”
“Yes, sir.”
Kamon walked to where he was fifty feet from the guard, and switched the button on the bottom of his lightsaber. The blade elongated and Kamon dropped into a defensive position. Marcopius launched a rock, which Kamon completely missed. It hit him right in the gut. Kamon let the Force flow deeply through him. Marcopius fired again, and Kamon swept the blade up and blocked the rock. It burst into a million pieces of very fine dust. Marcopius let two fly at the same time. Kamon swung the blade up, and blocked the first one, but he couldn’t get the blade down to block the second one. Instead, he used the Force to boost himself up over the rock. The rock hit the bulkhead behind him and fell harmlessly to the ground. Marcopius started to fire rapidly, and Kamon knew the longer blade was just going to hinder him. He switched the switch again, and the blade shortened. He swung the blade up, down, to the right, cut blocked toward the floor again, and jumped up into the air to dodge a bigger rock.
They finally ran out of rocks, and Marcopius left the room. Kamon took a quick shower and changed his clothes. He lay down to take a quick rest. He had the notion to eventually finish the once-upon-a-time Outbound Flight Project. Of course it would be a while before he did that. This was considering the fact that he was tied up into so many matters of importance right now. He got up, clipped his lightsaber to his belt, and grabbed his comlink. He switched it on and called up to the bridge.
“Prince Vondiranach to the Bridge.”
“Yes, my Prince?” Captain Gantar replied.
“What is our status?”
“We are still on Green 3. The pilots are all in the ready room awaiting any call.”
“Good. If you need me I’ll be in Hanger 1 for about an hour.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Vondiranach out.”
He switched off the comlink and exited the room. His guards fell in step with him, and they walked to the turbolift. He opened the code panel, and dialed down to his name. Clicking on it, he pressed his hand on the scanner. It read his palm and replied in the affirmative, as well as requesting that he enter his password. He keyed it in, and the door opened. He entered the turbolift and the door closed right behind his two guards. He keyed in the password for Hanger 1, and they shot down to it. When the door opened, he walked out to the clearance check. He passed his hand over the scanner, and walked out into the main part of the hanger.
The hanger housed his fighter squadron, the Sith Hunters, and a couple of personal craft that he favored. He walked over to his E-wing, soon to be replaced by the newer Falan starfighters, and climbed up to the cockpit. Sitting in it, he ran a diagnostics scan. The scan returned with everything showing normal. He relaxed a bit, remembering the old days when he led the famed Defender Wing. He had only been 18 then, and his parents were still alive. Now, at the age of 24, his parents are dead, he is in charge of Tholatin, and he is a Jedi. He was awakened from his thoughts by one of his pilots.
“Prince Vondiranach?” Captain Donora said.
Kamon climbed down out of the cockpit.
“Yes, Captain?”
“What will the squadron be doing when we get to Reecee?”
“Flying cover mostly. That’s after you fly around the planet and do a complete scan.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Is there anything else, Captain?” Kamon asked but he already knew the answer.
“Yes, what will we do when we have Reecee?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing, sir?”
“That is what I said. We have to build the fleet first. That way we will have the ability to defend the planets and takeover the enemy’s planets. Unfortunately, we will be without the Quasar for most of the time. It is being used for Jedi purposes.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now it is time for me to go get some sleep.”
Kamon exited the hanger, entered the turbolift, shot up to his floor, entered his quarters, and fell down onto the bed. He immediately fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Kamon woke up at 0834 hours. He got up and walked over to his toiletries area. Once there, he brushed his teeth, and combed his hair. He dressed into his ceremonial uniform. Today they would finally reach Reecee. He walked back to his bed, and sat down. Picking up his datapad, he turned it on and checked out the news. Nothing major seemed to be happening. There were a few takeovers in progress as usual. There was nothing in the news that had anything to do with Tholatin. His takeover of Reecee had not begun yet, so there would be no news of it in there, unless he had an information leak. He doubted this, though, since everyone that worked for him was extremely loyal to him and the planet. Not to mention their cause. He walked over to his closet, and opened it. He took out his lightsaber and clipped it to his belt. Then, grabbing his comlink, he clipped it to his chest pocket. He walked over to the door, opened it, and exited his chambers.
His guards fell instep with him, and they walked down the hall to the turbolift. Completing the same process he had done many times before, he entered the turbolift and shot down to the galley area. Walking down the hall, he entered the galley, and sat down at his usual table. A serving droid came over and took their order. A few minutes later, the droid returned with their meals. They began to eat their eggs, toast, and bacon. Halfway through the meal, Kamons comlink buzzed. He clicked it on.
“Vondiranach, here.”
“This is the Bridge,” Captain Donora said.
“Go ahead, Captain.”
“We are fifteen minutes from Reecee. I thought I should warn you ahead of time.”
“Good. Go ahead and take us to alert status Yellow 2.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Call Hanger 1 and tell them to get the squadron ready. My fighter as well.”
“I thought you would be taking the shuttle down.”
“Change of plans. I want to show them that I am a fighter. Not just some diplomat who sits around on his butt and never does anything.”
“I see. It will be done my Prince.”
“Vondiranach out.”
He clicked the comlink off, and stood up. He acknowledged the rest of his squadron that shared the table with him.
“Well ladies and gentlemen, it’s Showtime.”
Everyone got up and exited the galley. Walking to the pilot ready room, Kamon put on his flight suit over his ceremonial garments.
Fifteen minutes later, Kamon was sitting in his fighter with all of the engines hot. The Starfire exited hyperspace, and Kamon was immediately racked with pain. It was not ordinary pain; it was pain felt through the Force. Things were dying on the planet. Somehow, he was able to activate his comlink.
“Bridge, what is happening?”
“What is wrong, my Prince?” Concern showed through the Captains voice.
“It is nothing that you could understand. Just tell me what is going on.”
“There appears to be some fighting going on on the planet.”
“Get General Trevelan’s troops down there immediately. I will be down before them.”
“Yes, sir.”
Kamon switched over to the squadron frequency.
“Change of plans. We are going into a pirate battle on Reecee’s side.” He had scanned the planet to determine who was attacking.
Acknowledgements came to him over the com. He activated the repulsorlift on his E-wing, and moved out of the ship. Disengaging the repulsorlifts, he kicked his engines into full. The rest of the squadron formed up on him, and they shot in towards the planet. They penetrated the atmosphere, at the same time as the Raven, General Trevelan’s transport, began to descend towards the planet. Apparently the pirates had spotted him, because some laser fire from a small ship, or maybe two, began to lance up at them. He turned on his COM.
“Three and four, take out the engines on those ships with a couple of torps.”
“Yes, sir.” They acknowledged.
“Everyone else fly cover for the Raven. I’m going down.”
He took his fighter down, and landed behind the Reeceeian lines. He opened the cockpit, and the Reeceeians pointed their weapons at him. He reached out with the Force.
~It is ok. I am the Prince of Tholatin and a Jedi. I am on your side. ~
They seemed to fell no harm from him, because they lowered their weapons and resumed fighting. Kamon could see the enemy vessels, and also saw four torpedoes come in and slam into their engines. A wave of smoke came off of the ships. He jumped out of the cockpit, and closed the hatch. He decided he wouldn’t do anything until General Trevelan’s men were on the planet.
He kept his flight suit on, but took his lightsaber from beneath it. The Reeceeians continued to fire on the attacking pirates. Kamon decided that a little mental help would not be a bad idea. Many of the Reeceeians were dead due to the lack of sufficient body armor. He let the Force flow through him. Concentrating it, he focused on the minds of the pirates. He put a picture of a raging fire in their minds, and a few of them stood up and started to run around frantically. Others just continued to stay in hiding. They were attempting to hide from the fire. The Reeceeians picked off the few who stood up with ease.
Kamon glanced up, and saw that the Raven was clearing the atmosphere. He turned on his homing beacon to guide them in. A few shots lanced up at them from the Pirates, but no damage was done. The ship landed and the ramp swung down into place. Sixty of his highest trained troops got off of the ship, and ran to the front lines. Kamon joined them there. This battle will be very short, he thought.

General Trevelan’s troops moved in towards the Pirate perimeter. They met all most zero resistance, on the approach. Many of the Pirate’s, apparently, had fled into their ships. The few stragglers on the perimeter were rounded up and herded to the Raven. The troops prepared to board the enemy vessels. Kamon took his lightsaber in his right hand and approached General Trevelan.
“What do we need to do, General?”
“We are going to break in to the ships, of course. We will split up and take all of the pirate’s prisoner. Or, if they don’t want to go quietly, they will be killed. Most of them should wave the white flag.”
“Good. I’m going with you. Which one will we be taking?”
“The first one.”
“Ok. Let’s go.”
The troops formed up into ranks. Half of them broke off and headed for the second ship. The others followed Kamon and General Trevelan to the door to the first ship. Kamon ignited his lightsaber, and slammed it into the door. It burned through and Kamon began the process of cutting through the door. It took him 10 minutes to cut all of the way through the door. When he finished, the circular part that he cut fell down onto the floor of the ship. As soon as it landed, laser fire came flying at him. He was forced to block some of them. He swept his blasé around blocking shots, as the troops opened fire. The enemy fire hesitated, and the troops poured into the ship. Kamon and General Trevelan headed for the bridge with five other soldiers. They met very little resistance, and when they did, the pirates all gave up. When they came to the bridge, Kamon jammed his lightsaber into the door lock. He moved to the side as the door opened. The pirates inside started firing on the Tholatin Republic troops. The TR troops fired on the pirates from positions on both sides of the door. A dull thud came from inside of the bridge as one of the Pirates was hit. To make things even, one of his troops was hit with a piece of shrapnel from a thermal detonator that had missed the troops. The piece of debris sliced the troopers head off. His body fell to the floor, and his head landed a few feet away. A few moments later the scuffle was finished and Kamon entered the bridge. The pirates were all dead, and Kamon left as soon as he entered. He ordered the dead trooper to be placed in a box, and taken back up to the Starfire. He left the ship and walked back to his fighter. He took off his blood stained flight suit, and put it in the storage compartment of the fighter. He climbed in to the E-wing and sat back. Two more of his troops had been lost on the other ship. He was not the slightest bit surprised. The troops had not seen any action before. But he would train them better for next time.

Kamon hit the ignition switch in his E-wing. The lights showed green, and Kamon lifted off. He formed up with the Sith Hunters, and they headed towards the far side of the planet. That was the location of the main platform. The fighter squadron soared just above the treetops. Kamon took some time to glance at the scenery. The planet was beautiful, he would have to defend it really well if he wanted to hold on to it. When they were halfway around the planet, he called the main platform. They replied and designated landing pad 0471 for his squadron to land on. Kamon got on to the squadron frequency, and gave orders for a flyby. The squadron acknowledged, and formed up tight. They rose over the horizon, and sped towards the platform. A beacon started up on the platform. The squadron flew in, and blew by the landing area. They quickly turned around, and, switching to repulsorlifts, they glided down to land on the landing platform.
An honor guard of Reeceeians came to greet them. Kamon landed his fighter, and shut it down. He popped the hatch and got up out of the fighter. He stepped on to the wing, and jumped lightly to the ground. He turned around to make sure that Vortex, his R4 unit, had shut the hatch. He had, and Kamon turned back to the squadron. By then they had formed up and Kamon took his place at the front of the line. They approached the honor guard. When they got to the front of their line, the Reeceeians broke and made a channel for the TR pilots to walk through. When they reached the end, a single native was standing there. The Reeceeian lifted his hand to shake Kamon’s hand.
“Greetings. I am Degor clan Clak’rew. I am the leader of this planet.” He said.
“You speak basic.”
“Yes, of course. When we are elected to this position we are required to know basic.”
“I see. This is good.”
“I assume you are here to ask us to join your federation?”
“Federation? No. We are a Republic. I am the Prince of Tholatin, which is the capital for The Tholatin Republic, and I am a Rogue Jedi Padawan. You were right about the rest.”
“Well we save the talking for later. If you will join us, it is time for our midday meal.” Degor said.
“Certainly.” Kamon replied.
The pilots were led down a long hall. They exited the hall into a vast chamber full of the native’s. When they entered a hush swept through the crowd. This showed that they had great respect for their leader. Degor sat at the end of a long table, and motioned for the pilots to sit next to him. They sat down and were served what the Magister said was one of their native birds. It was only served on special occasions. They all began to eat there fill, and more was always ready.

They soon finished the meal, and after the area was cleaned up, they were ushered into what appeared to be a conference room. Degor sat at the head of the table, and Kamon sat opposite off him. The rest of the pilots sat on Kamon’s side of the table.
“I was correct in assuming your business here. So, I wish you to tell me what you offer.” Degor said.
“Most certainly,” Kamon replied. “We are offering protection to you from the likes of those pirates as well as hostile groups. I will set up a construction facility to produce mines that will be laid out to protect the planet. It will also be used to build Gencore shields, ion cannons, and turbolaser batteries for the defense of the planet. Then, I will have two shipyards built around the planet to produce the Reecee fleet.”
“I hope that is not all. We will need more than that to protect the planet.”
“Yes, of course. I am going to also build to defense space station that will orbit the planet and supply a place to hold fighters. The construction yard will also have a fighter hanger underneath of it. Then I will have weapons sent to you for you to build a home defense and attack army. They will consist of Vibroblades, Hand-Held Blasters, Blaster Rifles, Repeater Rifles, and War Axes. Along with this, some of my best troops will come to train your troops.”
“Good, good. What about the fighters and war ships? Who will man them?”
“Reeceeians of course. My fighter pilots that sit here at this table are the best Tholatin has to offer. They will stay in order to train your pilots. I will have Simulators sent to you as well. As for the capital ships, the Lieutenant’s on my ship will show your people the ropes on how to work a capital ship. My Captain from the Starfire will show your commanding officers how to run a ship. I will also have the temporary commanding officer of the sector show your General’s and Commanding officer’s how to run a Navy.”
“Good. What about uniforms? What will they be like? Who will make them?”
“I will send a tailor over to teach your people the modern methods for making clothing. That will also include the sending over of equipment to produce them. Your pilot’s uniforms for ceremonies will look like the ones you see on my pilots. Your other members of the Navy will have uniforms exactly like the Tholatin uniforms. They will all basically be the same.”
“Ok. Is that all?”
“That I can think of, yes.”
“Ok. I will retire to my quarters for a while to deliberate on this. You may stay here. It should not take me long.”
He left the room, and Kamon sat back to relax. Then he motioned for his pilots to do the same.
“Relax, people. This might take a while.”

Kamon had sat in the room for almost five hours. Degor still had not returned. Kamon had played sabacc so many times that he was extremely tired of it. A door opened, and Kamon looked up. Degor finally reentered the room. He sat down at his spot at the table. Everyone stopped what he or she was doing to look at him.
“I have come to a decision,” he announced. Everyone leaned in.
“What have you decided?” Kamon asked.
“I agree to your terms and will join your faction. But, you must promise not to turn into a dictator. We do not like dictators.”
“No problem. Now that you have consented to join us, everything will begin that I have already stated to you. Is there anything else you wish?”
“Yes, one thing. I want to go to Tholatin with you when you leave.”
“That can easily be done. Although, it will be a while before we leave. I must send for some of my ships. They will stay here to guard Reecee the best that they can. If anything happens, our allies will come to our assistance.”
“Ok.”
“If you will excuse me, I must go back up to the Starfire and send out the orders. When it is time for us to leave, I will send a shuttle down to pick you up.”
“Right. I will see you in a while.”
Kamon and the pilots stood up. Kamon saluted Degor, then spun on his heels and walked out the door. A native of the planet led them through the city platform to their landing pad. They got into their ships, and started them up. Everyone acknowledged that they were ready to go. They lifted off and took off over the planet. They shot over the area where the fight with the Pirates had taken place. They pointed their noses towards space, and shot through the atmosphere. The Starfire acknowledged them as they shot towards it.
They soared into the hanger and set down. Kamon popped the cockpit, and jumped down out of the ship. He crossed the hanger and entered the pilot ready room. He opened his locker and took off his flight suit. He stored it in the locker, and exited the ready room. He walked over to the turbolift and shot up to the bridge. He entered and walked over to the comm. Officer.
“Send a message to Tholatin. Have the Firebird, Eliminator, White Star, and Vondiranach fly immediately here to Reecee. They will be in charge of defense.”
“Yes, sir,” the comm. Officer replied.
Kamon walked up to his command chair and sat down. He sat back and closed his eyes. He was finally finished with the mission. He had gotten Reecee, and the first phase of the plan was over. The second phase would begin as soon as the Saberies’ arrived. He looked to the Captain.
“Patch me through to the whole ship.”
“Yes, sir.”
Kamon’s chair comlink blinked. He turned it on and spoke.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Reecee is ours.”
Cheers exploded all around the ship.

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