"The worlds belonging to the Republic are still under our control, but only partially. They have a mind of their own now." The words of Kamon Vondiranach rang out in the minds of his people. They had watched their defense force crumble against inferior numbers, then flee against a weakened force. Now, their last source of hope abandoned them.

In the heavens above their world, a sleek space craft, flanked by eight insignificant picket craft reverted to realspace, just infront of the fleet. Then, moments later, two massive craft, nearly as big as the first, reentered realspace, each flanked by eight picket craft. The invasion force of Zen had arrived. Lastly four hundred meter long missiles arrived.

"Your orders, sir?" Asked a man with a beard.

"Bring us about," Lord Admiral Zen ordered, "Then open a channel to the fleet."

"Aye sir." There was a pause, "Opened."

"Excellent work Acea. You outdid yourself."

"Thank you sir. I'm glad to see you made it out yourself."

"Picked up by Imperials. When I found out where you were headed to, I assembled this fleet to join you. Though it appears you have everything under control."

"Indeed I do, Sir. You may take the reins if you will though sir."

"Thank you." Zen turned to his men and asked for a channel to the planet. "People of Adumar. I am Kyric Zen, Lord Admiral. We have crushed your armies and you have seen them driven before you. You may surrender peacefully or we will be forced to use unfriendly biological measures. You have one hour to formulate a response."

The hour came and the hour went and still no response. Orbital scans showed signs of military movement. Finally, when Zen was about to launch one of the Dameun toys a response came in the means of holo-text and they read:

We humbly accept Hargeevan Rule.

"Will it work?"

"I'm not sure."

"It better work. Adumarians do not surrender. Ever. Period."

"I know that. I'm an Adumarian remember?"

"Oh.. right. Somehow I forgot."

"Prince Vondiranach gave us express orders to remain here and defend against a ground assault. All of our troops, militia included, have donned bio-suits. The populace that's not in the military is being moved quickly, quietly, and efficiently into underground shelters. When they land they'll have a surprise waiting for them."

"Good, cuz we don't surrender."

"Damn it, I know! Now shut up!"

"Sir, we are noticing a movement of persons to below the cities." With the shields down, life was now a prime target.

"If this was a ruse, they die. If this is some custom, they die. Fire away, all ships, take aim at the power generators, then wipe out the rest of the planetary life."

Turbolaser hailed down on the power generators first, blow them apart with bitter ease. Next, the people. The military and civillian personell of the world. They were floundering in a great chaos trying to reach shelter unground. To bad for them the turbolasers and torpedos of the Farfalen fleet were stronger than their petty excuses for shelter. The durasteel was slagged in an instant, melting those beneath it.

The military men, they were burned in their body suits as they stood idly by, watching their people die as they were too slow and interbred to respond to the far superior forces of Zen.

OOC:

Now everything is dead.

The Epic class cruisers landed, deploying their tanks and infantry. Within hours, the last pockets of resistance where stamped out by the brand new tanks that were employed by the Farfalen forces. The once crack troops of the Jutraalian Empire coupled with the Drhazi Daemun overwhelmed the inferior and poorly trained soldiers of Tholatin.

In another spectacular ground campaign, Lord Admiral Zen was able to capture another world, and silence another race. Maybe next time, in the future, people will not be so brash as to think they can resist the power of Zen.

OOC: Wrong.

All the Farfalen people managed to do was stop the citizens from reaching shelter. In effect they had just committed a form of Genocide on the planet bewlow them. But the military personnel, wisely, weren't in the cities except for the MP's. They were all out hiding in the wilderness all over the planet. Waiting for the time to strike.

[i]Unfortunately all the army units were relaxing in the cities do to the fact they no longer had a government, no longer listened to former Prince Kamon of Tholatain and no longer had a system of ships with which to get off the world. It was a time of celebration in which they were all killed by Farfalen...

As soon as the Farfalen forces packed up and left--including the devestator missile which needed to be fixed, two phages hit the surface. Killing everything alive.



The End

OOC: You can't control my troops.

The troops, having already been ordered into bio-suits, sat harmlessly watching the missiles hit. When their disease rolled over the populace, they did their best to comfort the people. But it was pointless and most of the populace of the planet died. Even a few unlucky soldiers did as well. But as soon as Farfalen left, rescue ships arrived and pulled all the troops off and shipped them back to Tholatin where a gran ground army would form.

THE END

To bad you told me to violate the 72 hour rule and you have no rescue ships and I pummelled the entire surface. I.E EVERYTHING IS GONE!!!