(This is a takeover of Phindar, Toprawa, Bimmiel, Telos, Ruulia and Junction.)


"And most importantly of all, by liberating the said planets we will gain complete control of the Hydan Way.

"Are there any objections on the chosen course of action or the plans laid down?"

Admiral Gilford quickly surveyed the room. Seeing no hands up, he continued.

"Good. You are dismissed to commence with your assignments."

The clatter of a meeting breaking up filled the conference room on the Astrus class Star Destroyer Administrator as various fleet officers stumbled over themselves to get to there flagships.



Two hours after leaving the conference, now-Captain Zek Thulas tiny task force was in orbit over the planet Toprawa. The planets defense forces were negligible, but orders were to capture whatever there was intact as possible.

Zek was really getting fed up with the waiting. His 4 Assault Cruisers could destroy anything they had here a thousand times over and then some, but orders were orders and as much as he hated waiting he hated getting executed even more. Thus, they were waiting here for anything that they could throw at them.

Reports from fighter fly-bys were already coming in.

The enemy fleet was assembling exactly on the other side of the planet, convinced that there it would be safe or at least have some forewarning if the Imperials made a move. Of course, it was a false illusion, and one he wanted to shatter badly. With his ships advanced navi-computers and hyperdrive they could simply microjump around the planet to the picket fleets location, a 6-minute jump at best, and tear them to pieces.

It was of course the course of action Zek wanted to follow, a suprise strike on an unprepared enemy; but orders were orders, whether you like it or not.

Needless to say, he was getting really tired of the waiting game.



Rear Admiral Tech Gorgons target was the planet of Bimmiel. An odd planet that went through a cycle of freezing and thawing as it went through its orbit, it was rather temperate at the equator even during the "freeze" phase. More importantly, it was rich with natural resources that could be exploited, and its close proximity to the Hydian way would make it a strategic point for controlling the route it once an Imperial base and possibly even a shipyard (if Admiral Gilford could get the upper ranks to fork over the money for such) once the proper facilities had been built.

Some time ago, somewhere around the area of fifty years if he was correct (and indeed he was), an Imperial Survey team had visited the planet and reported that it was "a temperate world of grassy plains and cool deserts." But before colonists could be landed the true nature of its highly elliptical orbital cycle was discovered (the freezing/thawing orbit) and plans for colonialisation were postponed indefinitely.

The system, the star MZX33291 and its 5 planets, were filed away it some Imperial databank, presumably for eternity.



Telos, located along the Hydan way, was the target of Line Captain Zeth Miller. Because he was newly promoted, he had held his rank now for not even a week, meant that his assignment was just as much of a test as a duty. Every step of the way eyes would be following him, carefully watching for the slightest mistake so they could take note of it.

It was very simple. If he messed up, he'd be out of a job.

Telos was, as of now, a booming commerce center and a popular destination for intergalactic tourists. Its location, smack dab in the middle of the Hydan, also made it a rest stop for travelers who, tired of being stuck in cramped ships, wanted to stretch there legs or eat a meal that didn't start as a food cube. Unfortunately for the Telans and fortunately for the Empire, it happened to be in the perfect position from which they could funnel trade along the Hydian way, bringing essentially half the outer rim under indirect Imperial Rule.

Already a successful planet by anyone’s standards, the money funneled into the planet by an Imperial invasion could turn it into a thriving metropolis, perhaps even a major player in Galactic politics if given the time.

In simpler words, it was a fruit ripe for the plucking.

But the government of Telos was also aware of this. Preferring independence, they had obtained a good sized planetary defense fleet that included 2 Nebulon-B Frigates, 3 Carrack Cruisers, and even an MC40 light cruiser dating from the Galactic Civil War.

As with every other planets defenses, his orders were to take them intact. He had no idea how he was going to do this, but if he planned on keeping his rank more than a few more days, he would have to figure it out.



Next on the Imperial hit list was Ruulia. Possessing fairly strong manufacturing capability, though to utilize this would be hell because it would mean getting the 143 insect hive/clans to all work together with almost no friction, but like Telos, the planets real value was in its position. Located only a little further up the Hydian than the booming tourist center, Ruuria would be a good stronghold in the event that the more developed world fell.

The commander of this force was Vice-Admiral Ryan Kenton. A fleet officer for more than 30 years now, he was a grizzled veteran who had been through
more combat than most men wen through in a lifetime. Kenton had served all the way back when Daala was making her bid for power.

Now, almost like someone’s twisted idea of a joke, he was taking over a colony of insects.

He promised himself he'd make it quick.



Junction was a modestly successful trade center along the Hydan. Its dry desert climate, too harsh for most species, made it a haven for Twi'leks and Duros.

Assigned to take Junction was Line Captain Mark Dicen. More of a diplomat than a fighter, Dicen was an expert manipulator who had taken over more than his fair share of planets. Tales of his exploits were widespread among Imperial Moffs, who constantly attempted to get him temporarily transferred to their own forces so he could take over some odd planet for them. Unfortunately, he had never been in a major fleet engagement- the price you pay for being in demand.

Ah, well, he reminded himself. Just another day on the job.



Admiral Gilfords own target was the planet Phindar. A rather secluded planet until just recently, Phindar had now become a modestly successful trading center now that the normally reserved Phindians had opened up.

To some it seemed foolish to waste an experienced and valuable officers skills on a nearly unknown planet like Phendar. But Gilford know something they didn't. While not as strategically important as Junction or Toprawa, Phindar was important because it was a midpoint on an uncharted (or at least relatively unknown) trade route between the Hydian Way (specifically the planet Junction; where do you think it got its name?) and the Perlinian Trade Route (specifically the planet Centares). By taking this planet they achieved a bottleneck on the "Mertinian Run" like the one they were going to obtain on the Hydian, making Imperial Domination of the region a reality even if the local planets didn't pledge there loyalty.

That was why Admiral Gilford was taking Phendar.

"Let's see now, the recent Isht deal, signing off.....one hundred fifty thousand parcels of land to be purchased by the NO goverment for conversion into food fields and processing plants, which we will need to feed our troops if our volunteer and recruitment rate keeps on increasing the way it has been lately...." muttered Park Kraken himself as he glanced over the deal that was laid out on the large datapad on his desk. When he was finished reading over the treaty agreement, already signed by the land owners, and the Isht goverment, he picked up the holopen by his desk, and imprinted into the document his signature, thereby making the purchase official. He then pressed a button on the holocomm unit on the edge of his desk and called in his secretary.

A moment later, Lillian, the secretary that worked in his offices in the afternoon every Friday, came into his office. "May I assist you with something, governer?" asked Lillian with that big overdone smile of hers. Park briefly let her take his attention away from his work, looking over her soft well craft body, before burying his head into his open hands. His time to take in such beauty was over, he must not thing about other women, he would even feel guilty with a brief glance. He had all he wanted in his wife, Melina, and he would not seek more. Sighing, he raised his head again and looked her straight in the eyes.

"I've finished with the Isht document. If you would please file it according with the mail. Also, please send in the Diamal delegate. I understand he has some issues to bring to my attention." said Park. The secretary nodded, and with a slight twinge to her smile that suggested she knew what was ailing him, she picked up the datacard and headed back out the door, stopping just after leaving it to gesture to someone just outside of his field of vision. A moment later and she was out of sight, replaced by the Diamal delegate that had traveled to the goverment offices from the nearby embassy maintained in the capital city. He bowed, and sitting from his desk, Park half-heartedly returned the gesture, offsetting his tired state by adding a salute to the bow. The delegate was then seated, and then began talking to his point.

"Honored governer, let me thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to see me. I will get straight to the point though so as to not take up too much of your time." said the Diamal.

Park sat up straight at hearing the delegate state this. Normally a Diamal would take all the time in the world to dance around issues, even if there were of galatic importance, before finally getting to the point. Whatever the delegate wanted to speak about, it was obviously important. He nodded for the delegate to continue.

"We have, some problems, perhaps it may seem trivial to others, but if affects my people and their morale. When the Empire took us in, accepted us into their ranks of worlds, make us esteemed members of the New Order, it did so in such a necessary way as to render our military obselete. Since then our military has been rebuilt, and even now we send ships regularly across to other member worlds of the Mid-Rim Protectorate, but we have not been a member of any particullary powerful fleet, and in fact, many of the other alien species under Imperial rule feel the same way. Now, don't take this wrong, we are fine the way were are, but in fact, we would be so much happier if we were able to project our power, even farther than we originally could, under the guidance of the New Order. Let me get to my point now. We want to re-form the Grand Fleet of the Imperial Mid-Rim, and we want to do so in such a way to include representatives from all estates of the Empire." preached the Diamal.

"I have listened to your suggestions, and will take them to heart. I had recently spoken to a fair number of delegates from other worlds. They are propose something similar, that through the traditional Imperial show of force, that the best way to unite all alien species under one banner is to form a grand fleet of naval vessels, each having come from different worlds with different ideas and culture. But I have been hesistant to do this for the sole reason that the Empire, err excuse me, the New Order, would be better off promoting peace than starting wars. But recently I have been re-evaluating the proposals. Even if we don't actually use the fleet, it would be a good gesture of faith on our part, and there's nothing wrong with the occasional parade. I will accept your proposal, delegate, and we will draft something up. But for now, I must take my leave." said the governer.

The delegate smiled, and after a brief handshake, stood and left the room. Kraken sat there for a moment, thinking about what all had just gone on, and then blew out another sigh. The one good thing about this new line of work was that this was work that he was more experienced with, and could get more of a hands on experience with, rather than just sitting behind a desk signing forms all day. He stood up and called his secretary back in again. The woman came back into the room and noticed him packing up his things. She inquired to his future whereabouts and he merely mentioned that he would be leaving the office for the day, and that any messages for him were to be recorded and filed into reports for his schedule for tomorrow morning. Having his briefcase packed up, he grabbed his olive green hat off of the rack and proceeded out of his office and out of the building, recieving the usual nods, salutes, and gestures as he did so. His personal driver and cab pulled up to give him a ride. Several moments later they were off, headed to the Mid-Rim military command headquarters.

Since its creation 7.6 billion years ago, the star MZX33291, named Asadin in the True Peoples tongue, had orbited the core of the galaxy on its never ending journey around the heavens. Slowly, as if weary from a hard day of travels, it orbited the bright galactic core that it could never reach. Endlessly, it moved on as if sentenced to march around the heavens forever for some long forgotten crime.

After the first two billion years of its never ending march it was joined by the first of its eventual five companions, a fairly large asteroid that had by some miracle escaped the primordial stew of what would eventually become the galactic core and all of its splendor.

So together, MZX33291 and its newly captured companion continued on.

Over the next two billion years it picked up its other four companions. The first of them was just another asteroid, so similar to the first that they might have been long lost brothers finally reunited. The last three were created from the massive ring of dust and debris that orbited the star, created from he dust of their master as many species religious text claimed they had been.

Of these, two were wastelands, unfit for anything. The first, called Asor or son in the language of the True People, is nothing but a barron wasteland. The second, called Assoria or daughter, is covered in gas, making the planet unbearably hot.

The third, however, was something special. Not too hot and not too cold, only a few degrees cooler than most sentient creatures preferred, with endless blue skies and water in abundance, this planet was a rare gem. And by yet another twist of amazing luck, this planet was given a gift.

For to billion years a small, unspectacular meteor had been flying out of the core towards the outer rim. But as tiny as it was, weighting barely ten tons, this boulder was important far beyond its size. For it carried the most precious thing ever to emerge from the heavens: Life.

It was only by a near miracle that both this small asteroid and Bimmiel were in the same place at the same time. Buried beneath layers of lead and granite, and frozen by the long interstellar journey, the tiny prokaryite bacteria within it would have barely felt the reentry if they were in possession of such senses. They didn't even feel the impact.

Followed by a great tail of fire, the meteorite slammed into Bimmiel with the force of a small nuclear blast, releasing the bacteria into the wind and allowing them to be spread all over an area ripe for the development of life; a wetland.

For the next half a billion years they spread across the planet, becoming as common as the microbes of Earth. But the microbes themselves hadn't changed much; they were still the same as they had been when they landed. This inability to adapt that cursed them, combined with a rise in the planets temperature from greenhouse gases released by a recent rash of volcano eruptions, threatened to doom the microbes. But then fate intervened.

600 years a go, a near by supergiant wen nova, exploding and shooting superheated plasma and debris and huge pulses of superheated gas across space, wiping out dozens of systems with life or high hopes of developing it.

As it turned out, Bimmiel and Asadin were next in the line of fire.

But then by some miracle, when the explosion passed through the solar system Bimmiel, Asar, and Assoria were all hidden behind Asadin and were saved by the star. Asadins first two companions, however, were not so lucky. When hit by the blast, the two asteroids broke up, forming a ring of dust around Assoria and Asar.

However, it was not quite over.

Struck by the blast, it took several hours for the shock wave to pass through the dense star. But once it made it through, a huge cloud of ionized and radioactive gas was shot out of the star and onto a direct course to Bimmiel. When it hit, the planets life was almost entirely wiped out. The microbes, which had still been flourishing regardless of the global changes, were nearly wiped out, there numbers being reduced to barely half of what they were when they had arrived on the planet.

But there is an old saying that circulates on nearly every planet, civilised or not, though its exact content varies depending on local condition. To us, it is "Every cloud has a silver lining."

True to that phrase, the solar flare was a blessing in disguise, for it had mutated creature DNA nearly beyond recognition. Now evolution proceeded at breakneck speed as dozens of new genes were introduced, turning out thousands of new creatures with new adaptations.

Of course, many were not fit to survive. Many of the new adaptations possessed by the creatures weren't good for the current circumstances, or just so clumsy that they were useless. These species died off. But while many died, some lived, most notably a large microbe that was actually a pair of smaller ones that had been joined together.

This particular one was the descendant of all of Bimmiels later multicellular lifeforms.

Over the next 500 million years this rapid evolution slowed down, but not before it produced its first major organism; a worm.

Over the next hundred million years life continued evolving, producing a multitude of species, including large reptiles that would have become dinosaurs if given enough time. These, however, were wiped out before they could reach that level.

A hundred million years after that, Bimmiels first sentient race lived, calling themselves the Assotari, or later, the True People.

The first life on Bimmiel that had promise of developing intelligence opened its eyes 6.3 billion years after MZX33291 first ignited and 3.2 billion years after the creation of Bimmiel. It was nothing spectacular, just a 6 foot long overgrown lizard that was slowly evolving to stand on its hind legs, but it was a start.

Bimmiel, as rare of a gem as it was in the galaxy, was still similar to millions, even tens of millions, of class-D Oxygen atmosphere planets in the Galaxy. Reptiles had sprung up on nearly every one of these planets. Adaptable, reproducing and evolving quickly, and capable of going without food for long periods of time, they were superb specimens when it came to survival. Mammals, while better in some ways, took far longer to evolve and thus, most planets went though an age of dinosaurs.

On Bimmiel, this age had begun.

On many of these class-D planets, the age of the giant lizards never ended, going on for billions of years until their systems sun died and they all froze, or exploded and wiped them out. A few planets were lucky, our own Earth and Bimmiel are two examples of such, though, and by some lucky twist of fate the reign of the Dinosaurs was cut short by the only disaster they couldn't adapt to: A sudden rise or fall on their home planets temperature.

On our planet, this was provided by an asteroid that hit the planet and threw millions of tons of dust into the atmosphere, blocking out the suns nurturing rays and causing th planet to slowly cool. At the same time, this killed most of our planets plant life, dooming the massive creatures that usually required several tons of food per day to keep going, and also dooming the massive beasts that ate them.

This age of Dinosaurs, on Earth, lasted for nearly a billion years.

Luckily for Bimmiel, however, their reign was much shorter lived. At the time of the great eruptions the largest dinosaurs weighed only as much as a large car.

Less than a hundred thousand years after the first dinosaur had opened its eyes, a great chain of Volcanoes across the planets main content, and two "Supervolcanoes" (They're a real thing, Google it and hit the second link; who would have though that Yellowstone was just one big Super volcano?) erupted, throwing millions of tons of ash and soot into the planets atmosphere, blocking MZX33291s nurturing rays and bringing the great lizards rule to an end.

Mammals had been, up to this time, doing fairly well. The largest resembled a small weasel, and was about the same size (it's funny how mother nature finds similar solutions to similar problems).

With no more natural predators to keep their numbers in check, these small Ferret-Weasels spread all over the planet, becoming nearly as common as dirt.

In the seas at the time, primitive fish had developed, shooting through the planet single large ocean like living torpedoes. Others had grown so large that they made Earths greatest and most majestic species, whales, seem as tiny as Minnows. There was yet another group in the seas that developed, sharks. Feeding on schools of fish and the few massive whale-fish that they could take down, they became the scourge of the ocean as they are on our own planet.

The last great biosphere on Bimmiel was the air, and that was where the few remaining descendants of the lizards were forced to go. Soon, they had turned into a wild multitude of avian species, from tiny, sparrow like lizards to massive Condor like Pterydactyls that ruled the sky's, soaring on the air currents with there massive wings like a boat sails on water.

But on land, the Ferret-weasel was soon taken over by new carnivorous creatures as they evolved, including one that resembled a bear but was actually just yet another overgrown weasel. In the skies, the first carnivorous hawk-bats swooped down to devour them.

The Assotari, the planets second attempt at intelligent life, came into the picture about 50 million years after the last dinosaurs had died. Descended from Avians that had lost their ability to fly, the Assotari naturally looked up to the heavens with a yearning wonder. Soon, they had adopted astronomy as their primary activity, sleeping and gathering food during the day, and watching the stars at night. This was not a problem, since in most hunter-gatherer cultures there is no need for a surplus, and therefor they had plenty of time to just study the stars.

However, they soon grew out of there raw senses when it came to astronomy. To augment there outgrown eyes, they started building great henges, first of wood, then of stone, that performed many tasks. Some marked where certain stars were at certain times of the year; others were used to predict the courses of stars in the future; a few were even used for astrology, the predicting of the future by looking at the stars.

In there studies, there were two particular objects that fascinated them: The two other planets in the system, Asar and Assoria. They noticed that while other stars moved in particular motions that could easily be predicted, the two planets followed no such rules; showing themselves seemingly whenever and wherever they pleased.

Unsure of what they were, they figured that these two lights were different from the others that were scattered all over the heavens and were special for some reason, just like the great golden orb in their sky. From this, they built their religion. They believed that Asadin, their planets sun, was the father of every star in the sky, and Bimmiel (Asotart in their tongue, which means favored), Asar, and Assoria were the three favorites of the Sky Fathers many children and therefore closest to him, with his less favored spawn sent far away and forced to watch them jealousy. Asar and Assoria, looking so small from their point of view, were believed to be infants that hadn't grown to Bimmiels size yet and were playing in the heavens, chasing each other across the night skies.

For generation their religion and astronomy was passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth, for writing hadn't been invented yet. To do this, they selected the children with the best memory and raised them carefully, teaching them the parables and songs that contained the vast amount of information they had collected over the centuries.

Leading the Assotari was a council of the oldest, most learned (to a fourth grade level!) Astronomers, the only ones allowed to practice the art of Astrology. Observing the heavens, they predicted what was to come in the future with various calculations involving the position of stars, their color, part of the sky it was located in, apparent size, color, and a few other factors. But unlike you would expect from such primitive methods, they weren't constantly wrong and completely innacurate outside of the occasional lucky guess, but were constantly on target and often completely correct.

On Yavin IV, the massive temples and monuments it sports were built by the Massassi for Exar Kun to help him focus the force and make it easier to manipulate. The henges made by the Assotari, while not quite on the same level, had, by some accident of fate, similar property. Sure, they were less deliberately and precisely constructed with lower quality materials, but still, it worked, and soon even lower astronomers were allowed to practice it.

By subconsiously tapping into the force, the Assotari had made themselves the first civilisation in the galaxy to establish any sort of connection to the force. Thus, while most species astrologers and other various mediums were constantly wrong, the Assotari and their leading body of astronomers, called the Alston-Kurleo, were nearly always correct in there predictions.

Since there had been no lack of success involving their predictions, they were taken for granted and nothing special was though of them.

Then one night, a fairly young priestess (that's what Astrologers were called; only about one in eight members of Assotarian society were force sensitive enough to become one) was observing the stars in a henge made out of 200 blocks of stone in 8 expanding circles, one inside the other. Her assistant had left momentarily to visit a cat hole, but had been very quiet about it so he wouldn't disturb the priestess at work and therefore she didn't know.

But she needed a rod with certain measurements marked on it, and stuck her hand behind her so her assistant could place it in her hand, but since her assistant wasn't there nothing happened, it simply layed on the podium it had been resting on.

Swearing mildly in anger, she wished that he'd told her before he'd left. Now she'd have to turn away from what she was doing, a delicate measurement on the hypotenuse of three stars that was needed for Astrology purposes, to grab the rod. But when she reached for it, it suddenly jumped from where it had been sitting on a flat stone onto the ground.

For a moment she stood flabbergasted, and then regaining her composure and dismissing the incident as some shift of the wind, even though there was no wind that night and she knew it, she bent over to grab it when it suddenly leapt into her hand.

With this display, the Assotari became the first culture to be aware of the forces existence, as well as the first to tap into it. To study the mysterious energy that had caused this ,and if possible, to learn how to harness it, the council of Odikewos was established to study this newly discovered force.

For the next fifteen year they went on with it, the Force being nothing more than a curiosity with some potential. Soon, however, the original members of the council of Odikewos, all eight of the members were force sensitive, began teaching the basic techniques they had developed to other force sensitive Assotari.

This was the first in a long chain of events that led to disaster.

Eventually, the teaching done by the council and those it had thought divided Assotarian society into two classes; the commoners and majority of the population, and the force sensitives, which consisted of about an eighth of their population. With this, the council of Odikewos soon began to gain power, nearly rivaling the council of Alston-Kurleos power at its heights point. Soon, they and their followers got involved with predicting the future, but not using the tried and true method of henges and Astrology, but with their own techniques they had developed themselves.

This really got under the skin of the older, more traditional members of their society's. Blasphemy, they called it, that went against all the beliefs that their civilisation was based upon.

Pretty soon they began drawing battle lines. On one side was the commoners, calling themselves the True People, and on the other the force users, also calling themselves the True People but widely called Hworzes or Hepkwoses by the Commoners. All that was needed was one spark to ignite this fire.

For a while, nothing happened. But then one of the straight edge old timers finally got his nerve up and assassinated one of the members of the council of Odikweos, igniting a full scale Civil war over not only who would govern the Assotari race, but who's beliefs would continue on.

As primitives will do, their leaders actually met and discussed terms and rules for the war. Most importantly of all they chose a day that the two armies would meet and duke it out to decide the victor, thus avoiding the mass and needless collateral damage a protracted war causes.

So on the agreed day the two forces met at a field that was in the center of the five main Assotari settlements. After the usual ritual of banging weapons on shields to unnerve the opponent, the battle begun.

It was short but bloody. The Force users opened up the Battle with a barrage of force propelled rocks and boulders that cut the Commoners numbers nearly in half. Realizing that they were at a disadvantage at range, in a desperate gamble the commoners wildly charged the Force users lines, getting massacred in the process but successfully reaching them where their own primitive weapons were most effective.

While useful at long range, their basic force powers were almost useless close up. Any Sith or even Jedi could have held the commoners off indefinitely with more advanced techniques, but those were techniques the force users didn't have- at this range all they had were their own shields, swords, and spears to fight the massive body of commoners with. Outnumbered three to one at this point (the commoners had paid for their desperate charge) they were beaten by sheer weight of numbers and mercilessly slaughtered by the Commoners.

And with that victory, the Commoners way of life became standard, and their beloved Astrology became the way of the future, and they had earned the name of "True People."

But the price of their victory had been terrible. Nearly seven in every eight True People had died in the battle, along with the full eighth of society that were Force users. But to the victors this didn't matter. They had won. Their way of life would continue, and Astrology would reign supreme!

Almost immediately, however, things began to go wrong. Their predictions were no longer accurate and they didn't know why (with all the force sensitive members of the society wiped out it's actually no wonder why). Without the subconscious input to guide them through he times ahead they were lost, with nothing to fall back upon.

It appeared everything they had fought for was in vain.

http://www.therebelfaction.com/forums/showthread.php?t=8132

I direct your attention to that thread in the OOC forum where it is clearly stated the Cree'ar already own Junction and the other planets are being taken by Vinda Corp meaning you can't take them unless you are attacking the Cree'ar or you interefer in VC's takeover thread of the planets. Simply checking in the planet list is not necessarily enough, you have to check the battlegrounds as well to ensure nobody else is taking the planets. Easiest method is by using the Search function.

And it is unfortunate for you two that its taken this long for the issue to be brought back to your attention, you've put a lot of effort into it, but it was mentioned earlier on.

God Fucking Damn it. I'm going to look further into this.

Ruulia is not being taken over. That is good because I had a good idea for that once I'm finished with Bimmiel.

Cree'ar is taking over bimmiel and toprawa. Damn it.

There goes any chance I'll ever get promoted

...your research skills leave a lot to be desired.

I'm taking JUNCTION. Of the planets you mentioned, JUNCTION. I already own it; I've put in the words and done the wet work, I just need to make a speech and submit it.

Ruulia is one of the planets mentioned in Ascendency. Pretty sure a lot of the others you named are too.

You need to listen when people try and point this stuff out in advance. Like when I tried to get you to back off taking Serenno, but NOOOOOOOO.

The reason I didn't listen to you about Serenno was because you simply told me to get off it, you did'nt give me a reason or tell me the Union was already taking it over. I figured you just had your own interests in mind and you wanted it for yourself. Plus, I was (and still am) operating under the assumption that you hate me.