The Black Dragon Empire had struck at Endor, an unannounced, unprovoked attack. This would not be left unpunished. Revenge was needed. A Galactic Coalition fleet was fighting the BDE threat at Endor, and another was here, in system MX85675, a system with a large asteroid field, and nothing else. No inhabited planets. The fleet was waiting for the orders to attack the capital of the Black Dragon Empire, Dameo.

“Sir, the fleet is ready.”

“Excellent. Launch the attack.”

The fleet jumped into hyperspace, and soon came out, at the capital.

“Shields up. I want the Imperial Mark Two Star Destroyers and MC-90 Star Cruisers out front, covering the fleet from ground based fire. Scan the system.”

“We have five shipyard type things and a construction yard, as well as numerous ground based defenses.”

“Head for the shipyards. All guns, aim for the planet, at those emplacements.”

“But they are out of range.”

“Wait for them to come in range. Load all missiles launchers, and get the fighters ready to intercept any large missiles launched from the planet, like those Phage Missiles.”

“Yes sir.”

The fleet headed for the shipyards, on a course that would soon position the shipyards between them and the planet...

Manifest:
Alpha Fleet
5 Imperial Star Destroyers Mark II*
25 MC-90 Star Cruisers*
4 Assault Frigates
2 Interdictor Cruisers
10 Nebulon-B2 Frigates
20 Skipray Blastboats**
600 MC-10 Starfighters**

*Covering rest of fleet from ground based defenses, aiming at ground based emplacements(PIN Networks, Shield Generators, Phage Missiles).
**Right behind MC-90s and ISDs Mark II, preparing to swoop forward and hit any Phage Missiles that are launched

Call me cheap for attacking while Gue is gone, but I'm not being cheap, I simply had this planned for a while. And I won't be using the 72 hour rule against them, so I'm not gaining anything by Gue not being here.

EDIT:
Fixed the copying and pasting job.

The Empire of Dameo had recently found new warmth in the galaxy. A new source of oxygen to draw strength from, a new ally. The once rogue Farfalen had felt it would be mutially beneficial should the two regimes unite under one flag. Depsite the biological and technological differences they tried their best, although few Mystery could be found aboard any Farfalen ship and the same could be said of Humans aboard Dameun craft.

In a show of might, to prove to the Emperor of Dameo the strength he was getting, the Lord Admiral Kyric Zen had ordered quite a considerable force to demonstate the power. The extrangence was a two week summit per se. The Emperor would be on tour of each type of ship in service by the wispy faction.

At the moment of the Galactic Coalition's sloppy poorly cooridinated strike, the politcal powers on and around Dameo were resting. Commodore Jzoks, the man in charge, brought his fleet to full alert moments after the enemy had been sighted. With the Dameo shields up, their PIM dens charged, the Commodore ordered his fleet to charge weapons, raise shields, and enable plan Z-4-3-8 Variant Style One.

Immeadiatly, Captains of the select Shoto cruisers began to activate their deadly Devestator missiles, they form a string of ships intertwined with the Dameo Ghoul craft, a Banshee charging. The rest of the fleet--well the Cutter class gunships pulled up, away from the planet, on a vector above the approaching Coalition fleet, they danced forward, to get into range with their turbolasers, but stay out of the enemies range.

"Fire at will, Cutters." Acea Jzoks commanded to his pack of wolves. The battle had begun.


(OOC:

Fleet:

20 Shoto Class Battle Cruisers
200 Cutter Class Gunships
22 Ghouls
1 Banshee
6 Devestator Mark III Missiles - Activated

1 Gencore II Planetary Shield - Activated
1 PIM Den - Activated

"Our reports indicate that they are Mon Calamari."

Kal Shora nodded his head.

"Mon Calamari: An aquatic people from the world of the same name. Renowned for their courage, they provided a crucial amount of both technology and manpower to the New Republic. Some said they were critical to the Republic's survival in the years following the battle of Endor.”

Kal Shora nodded.

“But not critical enough to ensure their survival to this day?”

The Priests around him nodded their heads in amusement. The Lesser Judicator nodded his head as well, before he continued.

“Their technology, while generally considered to be more advanced than older Imperial designs such as Star Destroyers, need not concern us as most of their advancements are in the area of defensive emplacements, which are useless against our weaponry.”

Kal Shora nodded again, this time more sincerely.

“I fail to see, Judicator, why then we are discussing this?”

“With due respect, Elder, I believe that revealing ourselves in this battle would be a mistake.”

The other Priests stepped backwards, anticipating an explosion from the High Judicator, but one didn’t immediately come forth. Kal Shora’s face was stone, revealing nothing, and not betraying his true feelings. The Lesser Judicator continued.

“Our reports indicate the Galactic Coalition spans about 8 worlds, many of them with shipyards producing warfleets. We estimate their complete assets to be well over 300 capital-class cruisers, many of which are double or triple the size of even our largest vessels. Although the fleet currently above Dameo would be manageable should we send a decent-sized fleet to intervene, the reinforcements they could bring to bear would be much more than we could handle. Even if they brought none about, we would still lose vessels and if somehow, the Mon Calamari have developed technology similar to ours, and determined our imran, we would be in considerable duress whence they counter-attacked.”

Kal Shora nodded. His hand trembled on the hand rest of his chair. Before he could speak, the Lesser Judicator stepped forward.

“I believe your order would be a grave error.”

The Priests were positively floored. Still, Kal Shora gave no indication of his feelings, with the exception of his hand, which continued to shake. The Judicator continued.

“I have an alternative that would allow us to remain safe from counter-attack, and yet, still ensure the survival of the Black Dragon Empire and their galactic mapping project, whose information we still do desperately need.”

Kal Shora’s hand suddenly gripped the hand rest of his chair, and he stood.

“You dare to question my authority!?”

The Lesser Judicator immediately bowed his head.

“Never, Elder.”

“But yet, you assume to know the correct course of action, a course of action in countenance to one I have proposed?”

“I assume nothing, Elder. If you would allow me an opportunity, I would present my plan to you, and from there, you can make a decision, and if you decide to continue with knowledge of an alternative, then I will support you, and if you decide to execute my proposed alternative, I will support you. No matter what you do, I will support you, for you are the High Judicator and your decision must be respected. But to reject out of hand a suggestion for an alternative without even hearing what that suggestion is would be neglectful of your obligation to Borleas Quayver and while I would respect your position, I would no longer respect you.”

The Priests were prepared for bloodshed. Kal Shora merely nodded, and sat back down.

“Then present your plan, Lesser Judicator.”

***

Several minutes later, the High Judicator and Highest Elder in this galaxy amongst the Dominion was left alone with his cadre of Priests on the bridge of the Sep'Ta'd'Aark. Several of them were still in awe. Finally, one of them stepped forward.

“Shall we execute him?”

The High Judicator was amused.

“I would sooner you execute yourself.”

The Priests were baffled.

“But, High Elder, he questioned your authority! He challenged your orders!”

“And he would be in err if he did not. He is not disloyal but the exact opposite. It takes courage to stand in front of a superior and tell him he is wrong.”

Kal Shora considered.

“No. You will not kill him; you will promote him. Shran Badaar is henceforth a full Judicator. Inform him immediately, and order him to execute his plan at Dameo. He will take the Sep'Ta'd'Porl'a'Mor and the Sep'Ta'd'Dina'a'Dar and whatever other vessels he requires.”

One of the priests immediately left, but the others remained silent, still surprised. One finally stepped forward.

“Do you not value someone who appreciates you, Elder?”

He scoffed.

“Of course. But I do not need another person around me who will agree with everything I say, no matter how incorrect I may be.

I have enough priests.”

There was a sudden jolt on the command deck of the head Imperator Class.

A viewscreen turned on, and there a furious Azguard Official, packet of documents in hand, spewed orders at the Coalition Forces.

"Change of plan, fall back!"

"What!?" Bellowed the Star Destroyer's Captain. "But we have orders from Jan Dod-"

"You heard me, fall back! That's an order! The Azguard Affairs Office here on Mon Calamari has been going over classified information, and the attack has been called off. Cease any firing, pull away, and power your shields, we're going to talk to their leaders."

The Captain felt cheated. But the Azguard had pulled rank, and there was nothing he could do.

"Yes, sir. Pulling away."

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A message was sent repeatidly to the Black Dragon Empire defenders, until someone noticed and picked up. The Azguards we re-routed to the commander of the defenders, who watched as an Azguard at the Main Officer looked out from behind a pile of datapads and scrawled notes.

"We apoligize sincerely for this incident, it appears there has been a... misunderstanding. You see, certain admirals within the Coalition Government were misinformed about the current status of Coalition and Black Dragon relations, and as such believed us to be in a sort of... well... war. Which we sort of were. Kind of.

"Anyways, apoligies from us to you, I hope you understand that the Coalition High Command has been made fully aware of the situation and is now taking immeadiet steps to ensure such a mistake will never happen again.

"Also, I hope you'll allow our forces to politely exit your space, and we fervently hope no casualties were suffered. We tried to get this message to you as soon as possible, but I fear there was a horrible mix-up."

As he spoke, the Coalition Fleet pulled away from its' enemies, making for a thin strip of empty space, clear of defenders, and broadcasting on all frequencies messages of cease-fire and truce, while keeping their weapons powered down.

The Azguard ran his hand through thinning hair. "What a disaster, really, is everything ok over there? Goodness gracious, such a mess."

Commodore Jzoks in all his years of experience had rarely seen this sort of charge-and-cower move. He had decided to go ahead and wipe the bastards out. It would make a bold statement to the galaxy, don't come to Dameo without an invite.

"Shift into Zeta-Di Charlie, Ecto Variant."

"Yes sir..?" It was a rarely used tactic, and took the Captains of the various ships a second to remember. The Devestators were put into the metaphorical sea of the space. Five hovered just infront of the Shotos who were steadily advancing. The Cutters had drifted upwards, so that they had an angle on top of the Coalition craft. The Six devestator missile rocketed forward, right at the Coalition fleet at half speed.

"Leuiteniant. Send them a message."

"Yes sir..." He looked at the Commodore.

"Surrender."

He was a Judicator.

It was an unexpected turn of events, to be sure. He was expecting to be reprimanded by the High Elder for speaking out of turn, but instead the High Elder had promoted him. It was a tremendous show of support for his plan, to allow him to command it.

He looked to the High Scribes aboard the Sep'Ta'd'Porl'a'Mor, and all of them looked upon him with respect. To challenge the will of a superior and present an alternative option was seen as courageous. He had their respect.

The priests, however...

To be honest, at this moment, this was a millitary matter. The priests could go to Yuuzhan Pador.

"Judicator Badaar, we have entered the Dameo system. Nexus is plotting the Damuen and Coalition vessels."

He nodded.

"Excellent. Charge the gravitic field manipulation arrays. Lock them down. Raise no other weapons and keep our tetrahedrons in bay. Close the conduit immediatly, cut all engines."

The Cree'Ar vessels slowed to a halt, wormhole closed behind them. They made no offensive movement, and no statement. They were just there.

OOC: Forces arriving in system from Rel'a'ralik'a'aar:

Borleas Cruiser ~ Mect'A'Rana'a'thora'a'Nok
Borleas Cruiser ~ Mect'A'Rana'a'terro'a'Nok
Borleas Cruiser ~ Mect'A'Rana'a'impor'a'Nok
Mak'Tal Bek Cruiser ~ Sep'Ta'd'Imira
Mak'Tal Bek Cruiser ~ Sep'Ta'd'Porl'a'Mor
Mak'Tal Bek Cruiser ~ Sep'Ta'd'Dina'a'Dar

60 Tetrahedrons
1 Arbiter

The Coalition forces knew when to shut up. The Azguard when pale-white, and swallowed. He was visibly sweating. The force stopped moving in any direction, looking almost nervous, floating in space.

The Azguard's voice was shaky at best "Now, now see here, lower those missiles now. We don't mean any harm. Let those men go, it was all a misunderstanding. Come on now, take it easy. We surrender, see?"

The ships sent out a flurry of messages about surrendering. Their missile tubes were emptied and their weapons powered down.

"Now, just take it easy with those weapons, ok?"

Shran Badaar waited. Neither side had fired. No communications had been made. Until...

"Judicator, the nexus indicates a communique from the Coalition vessels."

He nodded, springing forward from his chair.

"...don't mean any harm. Let those men go, it was all a misunderstanding. Come on now, take it easy. We surrender, see?"

Shran turned to one of the skey'g'aar.

"Have the nexus translate that immediatly."

The crewer nodded. Another one stepped forward, and Shran opened his palms in his direction.

"Report?"

"The coalition forces have powered down all weapons and unloaded all missles."

"Cancel that translation. It was terms of surrender."

The Skey'g'aar and Cree'Ar aboard the bridge were deadly silent. They waited for his order. And waited, and finally, one stepped forward.

"Shall we charge our weapons, Judicator?"

He considered for a second.

"No; keep our weapons off."

"But sir! They have abandoned their gods! Borleas demands us..."

"BORLEAS BE DAMNED."

The bridge was now dead silent. No one spoke. They knew that the right thing to do would be to kill him immediatly, but he was ready. He stood, defensively, and when no attack came, he relaxed.

"Borleas Quayver will not serve us here. If we destroy their vessels, more will follow. No, the chance for us now is to understand and learn their technology. We will allow them to live this day... but one day, we will avenge this insult."

The bridge was still. More than one warrior felt his boneblade twitching, but none unsleaved them. Finally, one priest stepped forward.

"Then what will we do?"

Shran considered. And then, he turned to the computer and began to write.

***

The Cree'Ar vessels had to this point issued no communique. Until now.

Aboard the Coalition bridges, their computer screens suddenly began displaying static. The lights aboard their bridges flickered, and finally every computer screen shut off. Their bridges we suddenly filled with communications in an alien language... millions of voices belonging to millions of slaves, all of them speaking and none of them making any sense. Finally, a voice... or rather, several voices, cut beyond the static.

"Galactic Coalition."

There was a pause. Some of the voices quieted down.

"You are hereby requested and required to open one of your vessels for boarding. Failure to comply will result in your destruction."

The computers went black again, before the lights powered up again and all the computers resumed their normal function.

There was an uncomfortable moment of discussion amongst the ships of the Coalition forces. Eventually they replied.

"All right, but we'll need to maintain constant contact with the ship. Any signs of hostility will be met with... um... well, just don't be hostile, ok?"

One Imperial Class Star Destroyer, "Skippy", powered down it's shields and prepared to accept visitors.

"This seems so... sacrilegious, Judicator."

Shran Badaar nodded his green head, disturbed with the idea as well.

“It is necessary, unfortunately. I will have this Arbiter destroyed when we return to our homes.”

The Pe't'ara D’oo’l shuddered as his only response. The Tek’a’tara slid into the Arbiter, and Shran immediately slammed the hatch closed without looking at the blasphemous sight. The other Cree’Ar pushed the Arbiter with his own hands, trying to force it out the tetrahold hatch. Shran shook his head, stepping back and gesturing with his hands. The Pe’t’ara got the message and stepped back as well.

The Cree’Ar a safe distance away told the nexus it was time to expel the vessel, and it flew, pushed by an invisible hand, into the space beyond the bay door. Then, free of the gravity exerted by the ship it was lodged inside, it began to push itself slowly towards the Coalition vessel.