Jan waited, wondering just what Regrad had gone to do and how that would help them. That crazy Azguard was obsessed with that damn religion of his, and those gods. How could some fake made up gods help them. They needed action. They need to get rid of the rebels. They had to hurry, or else all would be lost. But what could he do. He was on an unfamiliar planet, and did not know many people. Most of his contacts came through Regrad. He did not know anyone. All his old New Rebellion friends were busy elsewhere, mainly on Haven, working to rebuild the fleet. The rest were spread across the galaxy, defending the Galactic Coalition worlds. No one he knew was positioned on Azguard, as most of people in the military here were Azguards. Wait, he did know one person. Master General Jesmin Ragabag had been transferred here after the Ruling Council had transferred here. He could go and talk to her. When they had first met, in the discussions on merging the New Rebellion, Mon Calamari Republic and Azguardian Galactic Military, they had struck up a quick friendship.

Jan looked around and quickly spotted a Lieutenant, near an airspeeder.

"Lieutenant, where is Master General Jesmin Ragabag positioned?"

"At a garrison not for from here, about a fifteen minute flight."

"Take me there."

"Yes sir."

The two climbed into the airspeeder, and flew towards the base.

"What is the designation of the garrison?"

"Garrison X-598."

"Thank you."

Jan quickly activated the com unit in the airspeeder.

"Garrison-X598, this is Jan Dondana. Clear a space for one airspeeder immediately, and alert Master General Jesmin Ragabag."

"But sir, we don't have any room. Our dock is full from all the airspeeders that brought Master General Ragabag and her aides."

"Full? How many airspeeders do they need?"

"Yes, full. They are conducting a test of our systems, so they needed lots of people."

"I don't care how full it is. Get one of your people to move one of them out of the way. And about get them to cancel the tests, this is an emergency."

"We can't cancel the tests, that is against regulations."

"Regulations be damned. We have a army of..."

What was the name that Regrad used? Frumen, Furman, Fruman, Furen. Yes that was it.

"We have an army of Furen approaching, and the fleet over head has been taken over by rebels. This is a direct order. Get a space clear, and cancel those tests, immediately! If you don't, you will be on 'fresher duty for the rest of your life. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir, perfectly clear sir."

The airspeeder continued on it way, as the preparations were made at the garrison.

Meanwhile, an aide had run up to Jesmin.

"Sir, we have to stop the tests."

"Why?"

"Its an emergency. We have an army of Furen approaching. And-"

Furen, what are those? Oh wait, they are some ancient enemy of the Azguards, aren't they.

"What else?"

"Our fleet overhead has been captured by some rebels. Jan Dondana is here, and told us to notify you. The news came from him, and the orders as well."

Our fleet captured by rebels? This IS serious.

"Do as he says. I'm going out to meet him."

Jesmin ran to the docking pad, just as the airspeeder was touching down.

"Jesmin, it's good to see you. We have an emergency. Our-"

"Yes, yes I know. What do you want me to do about it."

"We have to contact the Outer-Rim Sovereignty. They can help us."

"All right."

The two rushed into the communications area, and pushed the operator out of his seat.

"ORS Base HT-585 on Honoghr, come in."

"We read you."

"This is Jan Dondana. We need an ORS fleet here at Azguard immediately. Rebels are attempting to take it over."

"Ok. A fleet will be sent immediately. Do you want us to check other planets as well?"

"Yes. All them."

"Ok, we can do that. Don't worry, we will be there soon."

The call was finished, and Jan leaned back in relief. He had done all he could. Now he had to see about getting out of here to help...

The loud, staccato roars of sargents issuing orders met Regrad's ears. Jan was off to gather more forces to defend the city, leaving him to hold off the rebels. He could now clearly see the individual ships of the Furen forces dropping from the sky, towards the city. Where were they organizing all this?

"Sir!" Shouted a nearby soldier "We count hundreds, maybe thousands of drop-ships! There's too many, we'll be overrun!"

Regrad had to think fast. They had only seconds until the pods began to fall.

"Gather the men, we're heading for the Command Tower. If we can retake it, we can reorganize the defences from there, and get rid of the traitorous council members before its' too late." The plan wasn't brilliant, but it was all he could think of in such a short time.

The division of troops around the space port - about a thousand soldiers - picked up, and followed Regrad as he marched up the main road. Defensive guns around the city opened fire upon the transports as they touched down around the city. Suddenly the deafening roar of battle began all about the Azguardian First Division as the first invaders leapt from their ships and into combat with regulars, militia-forces, and anyone else crossing their path.

Regrad and the First Division doubled their pace towards the Command Tower up ahead, when suddenly transport ships came rocketing from the sky, crashing, landing, and circling all around. It was a blur of confusion, large, greenish-grey skinned, muscular brutes charging from their ships and towards Regrad's formation.

"Get down!" He roared, and his men leapt for cover, unshouldering rifles and opening fire with controlled, red bursts. The Furen had surrounded them in an effort to pin them down, and Regrad knew if they didn't hurry all the defences would be overrun before he got to the command center, and long before any reinforcments arrived. Drawing his sword, he roared a near-incoherant order to advance, and the tide of his forces complied. A line of Furen rose to met them, but they were cut down by sheer numbers.

The Furen, realizing the Azguards were trying to break out of their trap, charged yet faster in an attempt to close the distance. Regrad's men squeezed off shots behind them as they ran for all they were worth, trying to make it up the hill before getting bogged down in combat. Other dropships dropped more troops in their way, but Regrad and the fore-runners in the division bowled them over to be trampled by the stamped behind them.

Just a little further, Regrad assured himself, as his lungs threatened to burst. A little further and they'll have made it.

Finally, he set foot on level ground. The doors to the tower were guarded by a half-dozen traitorous Coalition troops, humans wearing defaced Coalition uniforms. They realized what was coming up the hill and slammed the doors, for all the good it would do them. Regrad turned, along with his men who had also made it to the top of the hill, and they saw before them a vast battlefield of traitors and loyalists, Azguards and Furen, and the battle became only greater as more dropships landed and Azguard reinforcments flocked in from outside. Coming directly up the hill, was a mighty force of Furen, determined to break their way past the Azguards and take the Command building.

"Colonel!" He shouted, and the commander of the First Division stepped forwards. "Hold this position until the bitter end, it contains our entire defensive network. If they get ahold of it we've lost the battle. I and a detatchement will enter the building and retake it, understood?"

"Yes sir!" He shouted, and turned to his men, howling at the enemy and releasing a hail of fire upon them from above.

Regrad called up First Platoon, a unit of roughly a hundred hand-to-hand specialists. Standing in front, he hurled a Thermal detonator through the window of the Command Tower's doors, and counted to three.

A blast of shrapernel and the six guards were flung from the windows, and, unfazed, Regrad marched his men into the building.

Frakutsk awoke, and strangely, he was smiling. He sat upright in his bed and looked happily out the window, what a nice day it was, the birds were singing happily and the sun shore brightly.

Then reality hit him.

Frakutsk fell back ward upon his pillow, instantly developing a headache.

Ick, why the heck were the rebels attacking the GC, why was the GC fighting back so mercilessly, how un-lightside like. No, any good lightsider, thought frakutsk, new that violence was the last resort of the incopetent, didnt they?

No, they didnt.

Frakutsk frowned, his headache growing steadily worse, he had to do something, but he couldent think very straight.

Rebels, ando... blah blah, etc. etc... was all he could really remember. Frakutsk quickly got ready for this most-definately trecherous day, and walked out of his place on ando into the bright sunlight.

The blinding light did not help Frakutsk's headache, it took several moment for frakutsk's eyes to adjust and even then it was too bright for him.... maybe he should have gotten up earlier.

Frakutsk half walked half ran clumsibly to his ship, his head pounding and his green gungan temples ready to burst.

It wasnt long before he ordered the mobilazation of his fleet on ando, and not long after that that he was up in space.

Frakutsk collapsed on his command chair and rubbed his head. Why was he in charge of this death macheine again? Oh, right, uh... because... no, he didnt really know.

A light flashed red on the arm of Frakutsk's chair, never a good sign. Rollling his eyes, he pushed it.

It was a normal Galactic Coalition report that showed up on the view screen, in the normal font, normal in all ways, except for what it said.

"Rebels taken fleet and spreading quickly, need to be stopped. Take action."

He would take action all right... his own way. His throbbing headache began too reside, and an deceptively evil smile spread his face as he gave the orders to fly to the location of commander and cheif (or... whatever) regrad.

Not long after, frakutsk's fleet jumped out of hyperspace and flew directly to the planet with the most recent events, the location of regrad, who frakutsk hoped to contact with his new plan... which he hadnt really came up with yet, but he was accustomed to freestyling.

Frakutsk fleet instantly encircled the planet, towering over the minor rebellion there... he wondered idely where all the OTHER grand fleets of the coalition were now.

There was no question as to who won this battle, not a single shot was fired, as was according to plan, and Frakutsk was transported down to the planet at the coordinates of Regrad.

(OOC! - we have, apperently, broken the boundries of the PLANNED merger and made up some sort of half-heck of our own.... uh, im very willing to redo this post

Jeebus Agatha Christie, Jan, it's been ten days. Post already!

The Rebel military leader, Admiral Sarn, frowned as the Galactic Coalition fleet jumped in, surrounding his fleet.

"How far out is the rest of our First Fleet, and what is the status of the Second, Third and Fourth Fleets?"

"The rest of the First fleet is spread across the other planets in this system. They can be here in moments."

"Excellent."

"The Second Fleet was wiped out at Ando, the Third Fleet has taken control of Mon Calamari, and the Fourth Fleet is on route to the Outer-Rim Sovereignty."

An aide rushed up.

"Sir, the newly arrived fleet wants to have their leader transported to the planet."

"I want the rest of the First Fleet here immediately. Once they get here we can pummel them. Let their leader go down to the planet, without him we will be less likely to lose even one ship. Let them think we are surrendering. Power down weapons and shields, and leave us in this circle. Here is what I want the message to the First Fleet to say..."

Admiral Sarn proceeded in laying out his plan. Once it was complete his aide smiled.

"Sir, that has to be one of the best plans I have every heard."

"Carry it out immediately. And if there are any problems when the First Fleet arrives..."

"Yes sir."

The aide rushed off just as the GC Loyalist's fleet commander flew down to the planet.

When the First Fleet arrived, the fireworks would begin...

Meanwhile, the rest First Fleet met up not far from Admiral Sarn's position.

"Remember, you go to the left, and I go to the right. We will have them in a pincer. Then, in the designated formations, we move in, strike through their fleet, and circle Sarn. Then we blast our way our in the same formations, and spread out to stop them from going anywhere but into the planet. Then we smash their fleet, capturing or destroying it all."

"Right."

"Enter hyperspace now."

The First Fleet, now split up into three groups, one at Azguard, and two more coming in to trap the Coalition fleet, was getting ready to power up it's weapons and shields.

The Coalition fleet commander landed on the planet, and disembarked, going to find Regrad. A few seconds later, the Rebel's First Fleet reverted from hyperspace. They were in a formation of two diamonds, the large ships on the outside, and smaller ones on the inside. Due to this, the large ships protected the smaller ones, at least for the moment...

On the right side, the fleet moved in, aiming straight at a group of three Dreadnaught Cruisers, with 4 Victory Star Destroyers around them. The three lead ships, Imperial Mark II Star Destroyers, turned and started to pummel the Dreadnaughts, while the ships behind them in the formation started to fire on the Loyalist Victory Star Destroyers. They did have to destroy the enemy ships, they just had to make them flinch out of the way. More than likely the Dreadnaughts would be destroyed prior to them flinching, though the Victory Star Destroyers stood a chance at moving out of the way.

On the left side, the fleet was aimed at an Imperial Mark II Star Destroyer, covered by six Defender Gunships. The three initial ships, MC-90 Star Cruisers, fired on the Imperial Star Destroyer. The top ships moved to the side, and some of the smaller ships that had been in the interior, 5 Marauder Corvettes, 1 Corellian Gunships and 6 Firewind Light Cruisers blasted out and started to wipe out the enemy Defender Gunships. Here it would not be hard to destroy the enemy forces, there was no need to attempt to make them flinch.

On the inside of the fleet, Admiral Sarn ordered the fleet to power up weapons and shields. The ships began to form up, with large ships on the outside, and smaller ones on the insider.

“Sir, the second fleet (the fleet on the right side) has destroy it’s main targets, the Dreadnaught Cruisers. The Victory Star Destroyers are moving off to the side, and are being blasted as the ships pass by them. They have broken through on their side. The third fleet has destroyed its smaller enemies, and the primary target is beginning to break up.”

“Make sure they blast the debris, it can harm their shields, severally.”

“Yes sir.”

“And prepare to move out of the circle. We are to move out straight ahead, the second fleet is to move beside the hole left by the third group, and the third group is to move beside the hole left by the second group.”

“Yes sir. And sir, the third group has broken through. Excellent, all fleets, move to new targets.”

The fleets moved out towards their targets…

With a blood-curdling roar, the Furen shock-troops stampeded up the hill, firing auto-cannons and slug-guns at maximum spread and waving crooked blades above their heads. And with an equall deafening roar the guns of the Azguard First Division, platoons two through nine, cut them down. The Colonel looked out on the battlefields, spread out about the world, and he could clearly see the flaw in his defences. It seemed as though his men, packed shoulder to shoulder and completely surrounding the command tower, could only cover the four main roads, not the buildings around them. As each wave connected with his line, broke, and regrouped, the next wave got a little closer. Once they made it into the buildings surrounding his position, his forces were finished. Regrad had about ten minutes tops, before the First Division was overrun.

Inside, Regrad marched with calm, regulated steps up the spiraling staircase that went through the heart of the tower. The elevators were down, and his men had met with no more resistance since the six doorguards. The platoon captain kept pace with him, but his breathing was heavy as he kept an eye on the balconies and doorways dotting the towers' interior.

Finally, with a smile, he said to Regrad "I think we're in the clear, sir-"

-And with that a las-shot tore through his throat. Rebel forces appeared, hanging from every balcony and leaning out of every door. Their shots peppered the Azguard advance, which streamed ahead in dissarray to the next landing for cover. Regrad roared his orders, trying to keep his men in formation. But at the next landing, two banks of riflemen met them on either side. His men leapt for the scarce cover or were cut down. They were pinned in the open, never had the term fish in a barrel seemed more appropriate.

Several levels up, one of the gunnery crews defending the tower was facing away from the battle below, and was watching a ship heading towards the surface. It was definetly not one of theirs.

"I've got just the thing for you." he said, grinning as he unpacked a long, red rocket. Placing it carefully agains the open window, he waited for a few seconds as the targeting computer locked on, and then fired. It began sailing towards Fraktusks' ship, unbeknownst to him, at break-neck speed.

Back down on the ground level, Regrads' mind raced. How could they advance? But then he remembered that this was no military building, it was not build to withstand attack. He threw his eye over the building and at once saw what he was looking for.

"Rifle Fire, Two points up four across!" He shouted, and his men crawled from cover to oblige. Their fire pummled a support beam for the buildings' tower wall. As it cracked under the fire, the walls of the building began to groan ominously. Regrad did not want to bring the whole building down though, and was quick to order the cease-fire. The shots from above stopped, as cracks appeared in the wall. Chunks of the tower began to come loose and fall, and the balconies and doorways began to break off or cave in.

"Advance!" Yelled Regrad over the din of the collapse, and his men stormed the landing. As pieces of wall plummeted downwards and caused the men guarding the landing to duck down, the Azguard First Platoon charged in amongst them, and tore with wicked claws, long bayonets, and terrible fangs. Regrad shot the first man who stood against him, and barreled over an entire half-dozen who rose to block his path. He put on a bust of speed as he made his way up the next flight of stairs, and his men followed suite.

Charging further up the stairs, Regrad kept his eyes fixed at the top, where he could see the sealed council doors.

At that moment, in the shuttle descending to the planet ando, an unexplainable feeling came over Frakutsk.

There was nothing for him down there an the planet but a bunch of bickering soldiers. No, Frakutsk somehow knew he had to go back up... thats whrere the rebels were based, was it not?

And what of the rebel leader? Was he not the blatent weakness of the entire rebel movement? One man on which the entire movement rests... if Frakutsk could merely get to HIM.

Frakutsk did not know why, he didnt even realize that he was doing it until afterward. Put he pulled up on the controlls and started flying back the space where he came from.

Frakutsk reviewed the functions of his personal shuttle. Average blasters... Energy field disrupter... Indentifaction Counterfieters... blah blah blah so on and so on. Nothing that would really help.

And then, of course, Frakutsk remembered his jedi training. It was the last thing on his mind since all these crazy events. The rebels were NOT fully trained sith, they would be very succeptable to force mind controling powers.

Yes, yes, the plan was begining form in Frakutsk mind now, the rebel leader could be made to do things he would not normally do. Like, for instance, surrender everything he had to the Coalition. Something (like the godmoding rules at TRF) in the back of Frakutsk's mind, however, told him that that wouldent work. But he couldent put his finger on what, yet...

He burst through the planet's atmosphere and surveyed his surroundings with the shuttles advanced sensors... he had forgotten that on his list of assets...

His fleet had the distinct advantage, surroundnig the rebels thouroughly, but how long could that hold until more rebels showed up? It was a matter of speed... but Frakutsk could not afford to be careless.

Frakutsk's shuttle, microscopic in the grand scheme things, was undetected by the blunt military sensors of the rebel's ship. In fact, this ship was the largest and clearly the flag ship of this rebel fleet. He needed only to find a way in.

A bit of debree flew past the viewscreen of the shuttle, and Frakutsk realized what he would have to do.

the garbage shoot opened once more, and frakutsk flew into the actual garbage shoot. At least some of his dignity was still with him, he got out of his ship in the garbage dump. Suddenly realizing that it looked very well-suited in this enviornment.

Fakrusk sub-conciously realized that he was now embarking on a suicide mission. (which somehow made it make more sence that it wouldent fail, how did that work?). But didnt have time to think about it in full. It just didnt occur to him overtly that his ship would be ejected with the rest of the garbage.

He made his way through the lower levels of the ship with relative ease, he did, after all, look like the rebels since they were coalitioneers... at least in phsyical appearance.

Little did Frakutsk know that as he walked confidently towards the command center of the ship, that one man happened to recognise him by sight.

A big, burly man stood in Frakutsk's way, somehow, he did not appear to be as harmless as the rest.

"You're under arrest, coalitioner" Said the man, who frakutsk realized was not a man at all, but a Furen. He practically spat the last word, it was suprizing that he even knew how to form a complete sentace like he just had. Undoubtibly, those were the only words he knew.

Frakutsk woke up in a jail cell...

Regrad swung his sword through another traitor. They were collapsing in front of him like dry grass now, he didn't see any more challenge. Those with the wisdom to flee the tower did so, and those who didn't were crushed by the might of the Azguard advance.

As Regrad sunk his claws into the door, a twist and a crack could be heard. They parted with a wrenching noise, and Regrad looked upon the command centre-

-just before it exploded. A missile from an orbital rebel ship tore through the command tower's top, scattering debris and fire in all directions. Regrad was sent flying from the paraphet and grabbed onto a chandelier hanging above. The distinct crack of cables could be heard, but at the last minute, he swung back onto the paraphet, as the chandelier plummeted away below him.

Climbing back onto the paraphet, Regrad and his men stumble their way into the command centre. There he sees all sorts of computers, wires, cables, and monitors. The Conspirators lie dead from the explosion, and Regrad felt cheated at their early deaths. But as he observes the computers, and then the battles, that feeling is swamped by a growing dread.

The Conspirators had trashed the defence files. His systems were ruined, he had no idea what to do. And from here, he could plainly see his men were losing the battle. There were simply too many of them, what were they to do?

Standing there, looking down on it all, Regrad suddenly felt very alone amongst the devastation.

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It was indeed a perfect mistake. Frakutsk was now inside the brig of the rebel flagship... with his lightsaber and the force. The captain would indubitably come to interrogate him.

Thats when he could spring into action. Yes, it was indeed perfect, if nothing went wrong.

Frakutsk sat in his brig cell for what seemed like hours. He even took te risk of pulling out his lightsaber once or twice and spinning it around to rid himself of bordom.

However, the moment did finnally come, in stepped the rebel leader, smiling like it was his birthday.

"Well, what do we have here?" Mocked the big, fairly fat man. Frakutsk had managed to look as helpless and downtrodded as possible. "A sneeky little Coalitioneer, arent you? But what you didnt relize is theat the rebels are ABSOLUTELY UNSTOPPABLE!"

The man then laughed so loudly it hurt frakutsk's dangling ears.

But frakutsk then had his chance.

He concentrated on the force, drawing it within himself while the man was laughing. Then he reached out at the man, and pulled!

The man fell to the floor at frakutsk's feet, Frakutsk then jumped up, twilring his lightsaber cerimoniously as he ladded next to the man and help his lightsaber to the man's throat.

"Yesa, exactly." Said frakutsk, smiling uncontrolably. "Now, yousa will squelcha you stinking rebels, bring thesesa ships back to whever dey came from, and den concede. Or yousa may find yousa self without a headsa! Dat clear now?"

Said frakutsk in heavy gungan speach. Nevertheless his point seemed to come across quite clearly.

The man emitted a series of high squeeks before he managed to say, "Anything you say! Just don't kill me!"

These otherwise rebelious folk seemed to act quite differently when under threat of their life. Their truely cowardly and selfish core was revealed blatently in times like these.

-by milkshake

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As all seemed lost, Regrad suddenly heard a booming he had not heard before. Looking up, he saw the sky suddenly alight with new ships, fighting alongside the loyalists against the Furen and Rebel ships!

With joy Regrad cheered to see the tide turn above him. In space, allready, he can see Furen and rebel ships exploding or fleeing in dissaray. But below the battle is a different story. The Furen armies still outnumber the Coalition forces.

However, unbeknownst to Regrad (but knownst to us)a downed shuttle of Soverinty agents met up with Karen and had together made their way to the command tower. Just as Regrad was prepared to lament their defeat, Karen entered the tower. His men leapt up to attack, but Regrad bellowed at them to stand down.

"Soverinty forces?" He said "A surprise to see you so early on the ground. I have a feeling you may have been here a little earlier then your fleet."

Karen gave Regrad an awkward look and shrugged "I don't think that's important now. What is is how we're going to turn the tide. And we can help."

Regrad raised an eyebrow "How do you propose to do that? We have lost all the data for our defences and there are no copies of those codes."

"Well, there is one" she conceded, and drew a data disk from her pocket. With Regrad looking on shocked, she re-uploaded the defensive protocols and suddenly the city's automated defences came alive. Regrad would have been thrown into a towering rage at the thought of the soverinty stealing his security codes if it were not for the fact that they were turning the very tide below him. Furens and Rebels fled from auto-guns and shield-walls, leaving the city only to be cut down by Jans' reinforcments.

"I don't believe it" murmured Regrad "We did it. The battle is over, soldiers, victory is ours!"

The forces all about began to cheer, and Regrad let out a sigh of relief at the thought of winning the one-hour rebellion.

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It was a meeting of great importance. And, unfortunately, one of regretfully small size. The infrastructure of the Coalition was largly ruined. Their government buildings were crushed, a lot of their members had turned traitor, and there had been high casulaties and confusion. Sitting around a scrap-metal table erected among the ruins of the Command Centre on the top of the Command Tower, now an open-topped room, were the last leaders of the Coalition.

Karen was removed for being a Soverinty Agent, but that was all, she had been most helpful Jan and Regrad were still there, along with Fraktusk, Marth and Griff.

"Well, what do we do now?" Grumbled Jan. "We're ruined. The central government is no more. If we don't do something by tommorow I'll just have to declare the dissolvment of the Coalition and let each planet go its' own way."

"Its' not that bad" murmured Regrad, not convinced by his own words "I mean, we're still here."

They sat in silence for some time, before Meer spoke. "All you're missing is a central government, right?"

Regrad nodded "That's it, really. We've got everything else."

"Well heck, we've got one." he said, with a smile "I think I've got an idea."

Griff looked perplexed. "What are you saying, Meer?"

"Look at it this way" he said "You need a central government, we've got one. We add your worlds to our provincial system, we mix and match the remains of your larger administration with our smaller one, and by tommorow we've got a new, united central government."

Regrad smiled "Most generous of you, that could work, what would we call this new government?"

Meer reached under the table, and took out the Coalition and Soverinty flag, and a pocket knife. He cut the insignia from the Soverinty flag, and placed it in the corner of the Coalition crest. "What about the Federation?"

"No, too sissy." Said Jan "Howsabout The Commonwealth?"

"Mesa no lika that name" said Fraktusk "Itsa silly. Why nosa use Republic?"

"Gods no" said Regrad "That name has a history a mile wide." He paused for a few seconds, then said "What about "The New Coalition?""

There was silence. "That could work" said Meer.

Some agreement could be heard along the table, and Jan rose. "The New Coalition it is, then." he said, as he looked down the hill and out across the ruined city. "Hell, half of it'll be new anyways, its' a good name."

Regrad and the others joined him and looked out on the city, and they could see the repair crews and the workers labouring hard to rebuild their city. "But it will be worth it." said Regrad "It always is."

"What do wesa do now?" said Fraktusk.

"I don't know" answered Meer. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."