[spoiler]Did I say it was open, çunt?[/spoiler] The Executor-class answered the hail, an Imperial officer's face appearing on the screen. "I am the captain of the Imperial starship [i]Infinite Victory[/i]. State your name, affiliation, and rank, sir." [spoiler]I kid, my guy.[/spoiler]

"Captain Christian Miller of the Militia's Paragon underneath the Frontier Militia. Who are you?"

"My name is Captain Frederick Gregor of the Sith Empire. As of my arrival in this system, you are under Imperial rule. Surrender your ships and weapons or be e-" The captain stuttered and coughed. "Or-" He fell into a coughing fit and fell to the ground. A few seconds passed and the captain gasped. As he stood, a different voice spoke, this one deeper and smoother, yet it was intimidating. "Gregor is correct, Captain Miller. You are under Imperial rule. However, we will not require you to surrender your arms... yet." "L-lord Dolor... I did not know of your presence in the syste-" "Silence, Captain, or I will do it for you." "Yes, my Lord." The man who was referred to as "Dolor" seemed to have an extremely high rank, but before the Militia captain could ask any questions, the transmission was cut.

"Imperial rule huh? Last I checked, the Empire was destroyed." "It was, Captain. Cut to 8,000 Ships and confined to the core systems by the Mandalorians." "So what the hell is a small fleet doing over here?" "Unknown, Captain." "Send a representative to Clan Lok. We should figure out what the hell is going on." The Captain said, turning away from the screen. "And put the planet on alert Four. Warn any other Factions down there, and start pulling some reinforcements in. Ready to drop into The solar system at my signal." "Yes Captain." Of course, since the communication systems had been cut, the sith "Empire" hadn't heard any of this. This is more so you, the writer (Arbiter) will know that the dojo is prepared.

Of course, the Dark Lord knew that they would not submit to Imperial occupation like an adopted child. They would be coerced and convinced, whether through diplomacy or death. And, if he hadn't known about the mobilization of the Dojo's forces, his spies did. -----|-----|-----|----- Meanwhile, on the surface, Korsis and his allies were preparing to strike. "Alex, make sure our fighters are ready. Droor, alert Ian and Garin of the Empire's presence. Evelyn... you're coming with me." The apprentices spoke in unison. "Yes, my master." [spoiler]Evelyn has... aged, let's say. I need her as a character.[/spoiler]

[quote]Hm. So.. End? [/quote]