Insurrection: A War of Worlds
  • Posted On: Nov 25 2002 1:53am
"The Romans play with nations as a child plays with toys." - Atilla the Hun


Long since the times of the resurrection of the Confederacy of Independant Systems had Nelix awaited the time to strike back at it; remove the impurity of it's command, and the flaw of it's leadership. Long since had he awaited the time to take out one of the few impertections of the Trade Federation, an imperfection that had kept it bogged down in procedures, and senate political debates. And, with his transfer to a younger, firm and strong body, one of Human decent, there was never a better time or occasion to abate the pride of the Confederacy of Independant Systems. A New Order would arise through the ashes of war. A more pure, and powerful force. A more perfect force. The Trade Federation would no longer be under the rule of corrupt Politicians, and Aristocrats. Now was the time when the Viceroy would be considered somewhat of an Emperor, taking control over the Aristocrats, and Politicians. It was time for the Insurrection.

Neimoidia had been bustling with activity for well over a week. Activity that had not only attracted the direct attention of several greedy Politicians of the Confederacy, but Confederate Arms Inspectors themselves. The Trade Federation made no scret of the fact that they were a rising military power, but that force was used rarely, and under threat. The mighty Trade Federation Warfleet was something that the Viceroy had taken great pride in putting together, and for well over a decade it had defended the Confederacy. The Defender-Class Star Destroyer Darkflame flanked on either side by the Jaded Heart, and the Trinity, two more Defender-Class Star Destroyers, sat gracefully over the Planet's atmosphere. Before them sat a single Corellian Corvette, the Pride of the Confederacy, a ship well known for carrying out Political missions for the Confederate Politicians of the Confederacy of Independant Systems. An emergency senate had been called by several of the Aristocrats that made Neimoidia home, and the Confederacy had decided to use the Darkflame as a makeshift senate hall, in order to carry out the meeting as quickly as possible.

As the Viceroy of the Trade Federation entered the council hall, a room that had moments later been bustling with activity, and conversation, silence settled over the crowd. The Viceroy's new skin, as pure as milk seemed to shine out among the rest of the green skinned Neimoidian Political leaders, looks of discomfort, dissatisfaction, and even appalled looks centered on Nelix as he made his way to the center of the room.

"Supreme Chancellor, we are amazed you show your face at this session." one Senator spoke up from the back. Nelix paused, taking a seat. "You have disgraced the Neimoidian Culture, and Civilization, disowning your own Neimoidian features to take on those of a Human."

Nelix nodded his head as he sat back, a strange sort of discomfort settling over his body as the room remained in it's stunned state of being. The Viceroy merely sat back, calling the meeting to session.

"As Supreme Chancellor, and Chairman of the Confederacy of Independant Systems, I call this committee to order. Mister Janark, I believe you had something to say?"

The crowd turned to the back of the room where a tall, Neimoidian Aristocrat stood, flanked by two Senators loyal to his cause, and his wealth. Wealth spoke in the Neimoidian culture, and anyone with an abundance of it was considered to be not only powerful, but respected by default. Nelix Galdra had been renouned for his wealth, and was known for flaunting it, but he was not, by any means the most wealthy man in the Galaxy. In fact, he homed to be more conservative inthe future.

"Yes, mister Chairman," Thyna Janark started as he stepped forward to a speaking booth, allowing all of the Senators, and Aristocrats at the meeting to hear what he had to say clearly. "As many of you know, the Trade Federation controlled worlf of Neimoidia has become a hive of Militaristic activity in the past weeks. Activity that the Confederacy has not seen since the Galactic Defense Initiative attacked the Tava Yagen, and Mestra Asteroid Fields. This activity has become a concern to the Confederacy, and is taken as a direct threat to it's Sovereignty. Though the Confederacy remains gratified to the Trade Federation for it's military protection, we would like to know what has spawned this sudden, unauthorized war preparatory state that the Trade Federation has plunged into in recent weeks."

As the Aristocrat finished his question, the room once again erupted into a hive of socialization. The Viceroy sighed, standing from the comfort of his chair, calling the meeting back to order.

"Gentlemen, Mister Janark's accusations are true. The Trade Federation is in a state of Military Preparation for War. Over the past few years, I have been somewhat ashamed of the Confederacy of Independant Systems. It has become an organization driven by greed, and political power. It has become a neusance. A Neusance that the Trade Federation fully intends on dealing with, if it continues to fester. The Confederacy has become an annoyance to the Trade Federation. Your squabling, and political corruption are what have lead me to begin a Military Preparation for war, and I will follow through with that war, if the time comes."

The room immediatly became a frenzy of shouting, and fighting as the Viceroy looked around, shaking his head with a grin on his face. It had become just as he expected, Politicians squabling like pigs over the wealth they were about to loose. And what would make it better, than for them to loose it during this very meeting. The Viceroy turned to his Chief of Security aboard the Darkflame, giving him a slight nod. The Chief offered an equally acknowledging nod, and stepped through the airlocking doors, followed by two Droideka Destroyer Droids. Moments later, the room still engulfed in chaos, the Security Officer returned, nodding at the Viceroy as he entered.

Nelix couldn't take much more of this. "Gentlemen!" he started, slamming a gavel onto the metallic desk before him. "Gentlemen, if I can have your attention, please!" he continued, slamming the gavel down on the metallic desk a few more times. The room soon came to order, becoming silent once more.

"Your assets on the Planet Neimoidia, Commercial Capital of the Galaxy have been frozen."

Before Nelix could continue, the room once again erupted into a frenzy of hostility, threats, and even physical assaults. Nelix merely sat back, grinning as he watched an obease senator being held back by his thinner counterpart. It had been just as he had expected. The Confederacy would have long since fallen apart without the wealth of the Senators. Take away the source of the problem, and it gets worse. Ooh the Irony of it all.

"I move for a vote of no confidence in Chancellor Galdra's leadership of the Confederacy! Not only has he threatened war on an organization that has been an affectionate and maternal counterpart over the years, he has countered out discontent in his leadership with a direct assault on our personal financial status." a loud voice shouted over the others, several others joining the motion.

Nelix stood, allowing the Gavel to slide from his hands, and fall to the metallic table below. "If that it the way you see it gentlemen, then I humbly step down as your Confederate Chairman."

As Nelix exited the room, the airlock behind him blocking out the shouts of the Senators and Aristocrats within the council hall, he turned to the Chief Security Officer of the Darkflame.

"Good work, Commander. Ready my Shuttle. I will be returning to the planet's surface. When the Senators have ceased there pointless squabling, be sure that they are returned safely to there vessels. I want them to witness this war first hand."

The Officer nodded his head, and quickly started down the long hallway as Nelix clamped his hands together, a relativly pleased look on his face. His Sith Traits were paying off. He had learned to manipulate people, forcing them to bend to his will, and when they refused, he would do all that was in his power to make them suffer. As he safely exited the ship from the safe haven of his Lambda Shuttle, heading back to the surface under Fighter Escort, several Senators had already begun to leave the Darkflame returning to the sanctity of there luxurious personal cruise liners, shuttles, and the occasional larger capital ship.

Neimoidian Central Military Command Center - One Day Later


It was working out even better than the Viceroy had planned. Instead of the Trade Federation being forced to withdrawl from the Confederacy, it was banished, and declared an Enemy of State for it's threat of war. With the two powers now preparing for war, the Trade Federation at a clear and decisive advantage, the possibilities would only continue to grow. The Viceroy sat back slowly, placing his now human hands behind his back. The feeling of Human hair was something that he was still getting used to, and every time he felt it he jumped for a few seconds, until he realized that he was now more Human than Neimoidian.

As he relaxed, two Trade Federation Admirals entered the room, the hiss of the airlock more of a frusteration to the Viceroy, as it seemed to symbolize an end to relaxation these days, rather than a door opening.

"Viceroy, I have a report." one of the Admirals said.

"Continue...." Nelix said as he leaned forward, taking a tall crystal bottle of a Mon Calamarian wine, simular to that of what Humans called 'Red Wine', and pouring it into a small matching crystal glass. As he raised the glass to his lips, the men began to speak.

"Viceroy, several of the Aristocrats on Neimoidia have defected to Confederate controlled systems, however we are pleased to report that the majority of them have pledged loyal to the Trade Federation in hopes that you will return there assets. It appears that your scheme has paid off."

The Viceroy nodded his head, swollowing the cool, tangy liquid. His eyes squinted for a moment, as his human flavor had not yet accepted his previous Neimoidian flavor. The Viceroy took anothe rsip as the second Admiral laid a large folder on his desk, a red stamp across the top indicating that the file was top secret. As the Viceroy opened it, the folder revealed the full status of the Trade Federation's fleet, along with several defenses, and ground forces that were currently prepared for war.

"Thank you, Admiral," the Viceroy started as he continued to look over the folder, a relativly pleased look on his face. "Order the First Fleet into position along the Confederate border. Order the Second fleet to take Hyperspace Ordinace One One Three Eight Seven around Confederate Controlled Space, and flank them. With the Starlancer Battleship's ready for use, we should have no problem with the Preempted blitzkrieg.

"As you wish, Viceroy..."
  • Posted On: Dec 5 2002 3:57pm
The Mighty Trade Federation Warfleet, dominated by the massive Executor Class Super Star Destroyer Lexington slowly eased forward into Confederate Space while maintaining radio silence. The Confederacy was already under preparation for war, and no doubt had communications sentry's implaced along the Trade Federation's mutual border with the Confederate Homeworld of Berchest, formerly a popular tourist destination. Berchest was well known for being home to the Calius saj Leeloo, the City of Glowing Crystal; a city carved entirely out of one massive crystal on the planet's surface. Tourism seemed to dry up following the clone wars, however, and the planet's economy, dwindling for centuries was rescued by the Confederacy, which made it the Capital Planet of the Confederacy of Independant Systems.

"Nelix Galdra to Lexington," the Communications link crackled as Senator Trenian Rudic, well known for his participation in military affairs, sat up in his command chair, smoothing the wrinkles over his obease stomach.

"This is Senator Rudic, Viceroy. Continue."

"Confederate Warships should be approaching your position within twenty galactic minutes. Federation probe scanners indicate that the ships are cloaked, so be prepared. Though the scanners are still experimental, they should come in handy while engaging the ships. Nelix out."

The Senator sat back, nodding his head casually as if it ment nothing. Moments later, the massive command ship shifted into a battle-ready status as cloaked Confederate Warships approached, unintentionally uncloaking as they passed through the cloaking scanners.

"Open fire." the Senator said casually as he stuffed a Corellian dish into his mouth, watching over the electronic holographic viewing ports of the Lexington.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Confederate Space, the Trade Federation's second battlefleet, headed by the Nemesis Class Star Destroyer Sedated, eased forward on the southern pole of Berchest seemingly defending a massive Starlancer Class Battleship. Opening a channel to Berchest's central government office, now under intense military protection, Admiral Crestical began speaking.

"Berchest is now under immediate Trade Federation control. We demand that you comply with this order, and surrender immediatly. Failier to comply with this order will result in a fullscale invasion of the planet Berchest."

Immediatly, the face of the new Chairman of the Confederacy appeared on a holographic transmission to the Trade Federation ship. "This is an outrage, Admiral! Berchest has been a peaceful world for thousands of years! It is nothing more than a simple trade, and tourism planet."

The Admiral nodded his head, grinning down at the holographic face of the pompus aristocrat. "An interesting choice of words, from a man that declared war on the Trade Federation; the Organization that resurrected the Confederacy. And I must say that you choose a wonderful planet to do battle on. Berchest should make for an interesting ground campaign, Mister Chairman. Wouldn't you agree? The Glowing City of Crystal burning in the night sky.... I can almost see the glow....." The Admiral paused, taking a deep breath. "I can almost smell the flames...."

The communications link grew silent for a moment. The Trade Federation had carried out threats before, and the scuabling aristocrats below ont he planet's surface were no doubt stupid enough to question the authority of the massive warfleets seizing the system.

"Launch the Droids." the Admiral reported.

"Yes sir!"

Immediatly, the massive cargo hold doors of the Starlancer opened, revealing a small fleet of transports, carrying Armored Assault Tanks, Multi Troop Transports, tens of thousands of battledroids, and hundreds of Droideka Destroyer Droids.

The Seizure of Berchest had begun....