The (TrueSith) Empire

By Ziemba

Ziemba looked at his probe droid, attached to Pred's cruiser moments before they left for hyperspace. Apparently, they did not build the design that Ziemba had proposed to be Pred's flagship when Ziemba was in TrueSith.

"A formidable ship indeed. But not formidable enough. They are not willing to embrace and respect power, then maybe the 'Armaggedon' will teach them to. Captain, set a base for Lehon. It's time for some construction."

"Yes, sir!" the captain shouted enthusiastically. Apparently he had an idea of what Ziemba was thinking of as a plan.

The brand new ENFORCER-class Battlecrusier that Ziemba unveiled at the battle proved to be an outstanding success. The enemy fleet was pretty much cut through like a hot knife through butter.

A few minutes later, the fleet exited out of hyperspace at Lehon. And on the "horizon" of the planet was the crown jewel of the BotB empire... and the Star Forge awaits its rebuilding

"No one can stop us now!" Ziemba said, and descended to the planet's surface to watch over the construction of the shield generator and disruptor field, cleverly disguised as the pyramid that was once there.

By Niko

On Ziost, there were many ion nebulas. In fact, it was very likely that you would find yourself without sensors or scanners. The TS fleet orbited the planet in a blockade style, but that was not its purpose. As Niko's engineer crew began building of a NOD space station, we had found some research on the ground that would make this space station more "portable", if you will. Actually, the natives of Ziost were very protective of their technology advancements. Niko's ground squad had to do a little "research" to find out exactly what was so great about the innovations on this planet. They found remarkable equipment that was for sale -- that was very useful, too. They began the construction of a new, more powerful space station. One that does not blow up planets; as that is not NOD's goal. They want control. The space station was finished. It was magnificient. It looked like a convential Mon Calamarian star cruiser, if you will. But in a way, it was totally different. It could hold the count of maybe 15 Mon Calamarian star crusiers for deployment -- about 10 Star Destroyers -- and many other vessels to give a suprise. It was not the Death Star. It didn't look like it, it wasn't as big, but it will get TS's revenge on Korriban. We would regain control quickly. It would rip apart any defence that lay in its path. Also, it can quickly hyperspace into other systems. The enemies of TS will learn not to mess with the giant new threat, that consisted of 47 turbolaser batteries, 68 convential laser batteries, 18 proton torpedo launchers, and my favorite, a whopping 75 diamond boron missle launchers. It carried a crew of 50 fighter squadrons, 10 spots for IPV patrol craft, 25 hangar positions for frigates, and 15 capital ship hangar bays. And best of all, it can repair ships during, and between battles so they can go right back into battle. They decided to jump back to Korriban, and get Pred's revenge.

By LordPred

The "Fury of Pred" and its escort ships hyperspaced back above Korriban. As the fleet maneuvered in position, LordPred wondered what his counterpart was doing. He knew who was there and that the ship was a new battlecruiser design. The size of the battlecruiser was indeed impressive, along with its armaments. The size was twice the size of an Imperial Star Destroyer. No wonder it carved through the NOD defense fleet, but this wasnt the defense fleet, this was the TrueSith flagship. The Fury of Pred dwarfed the enemy battlecruiser. The size of the Fury of Pred was twice the size of a super stardestroyer, with the unique shape and the center of the ship glowing fire red, LordPred knew that the mere site of such a ship would stop most engagements before they started. As impressed as Pred was with the enemy battlecruiser, he smurked at the idea of how individuals think that mere technological wonders are nothing in comparison to the power of the force, especially since LordPred unlocked the secret of combining the two. After years of searching through ancient Sith artifacts LordPred finally unlocked the secret of combineing manufactured feats with the pure power of the dark side. The main generator chamber was built from millions of force crystals used to contruct lightsabers. Crystals from the kinrath caves of Dantooine to the crystals of Ilum helped with the construction of the power generator. The ability to have a ship utilize the darkside of the force was a scary thought but a Sith Lord does not give in to fear. LordPred could feel the darkside of the force flow through the ship, Touching his command console he could tap directly into the ship as if using it as an extension. Probing all the circutry it was astonishing how the ship would respond to just a thought. Swinging the ship around and locking on to the first Star Destroyer, LordPred channelled the darkforce into one massive pulse. Shooting from 8 arcing points and centering on the

8 points then produced an energy similar to the deathstar laser. Instead of one huge laser bolt, the Fury of Pred let out a darkforce pulse that was purely crimson in color. IT tore through the Star Destroyer and disolved most of it in one single shot. The shot continued and destroyed 4 more ships. With one shot the battle was almost over, but the enemy battlecruiser had opened fire. The weapons were stronger then expected and at the sacrifise of the weapon the shields were vulnerable after a fired shot. The Fury of Pred was taking a pounding, most of the escort ships were destroyed and it takes time to rebuild that kind of force energy. The Flagship was being flanked and LordPred paced back and forth across the bridge angry that he couldnt do anything.

"NOW" LordPred barked into his comm. In one instant 2 more fleets hyperspaced in. 1 on each side. MITS fleet crushing from the right flank, and App coming form the left. With the fleets occupying all the other ships LordPred could concentrate on the enemy flagship.

"Now, my dear Ziemba, it's time to end this face to face." LordPred whispered to himself. Marching to the hangar LordPred and a handful of soldiers and apprentices boarded into a drill shaped assault ship. The ship was designed to pierce the armor of any hull. Built from the material recently discovered on Mandalore, it was vitrually indestructable. As the ship crashed into the bridge level of the enemy flagship, LordPred wondered what the crew of the ill fated ship were thinking. He could sense fear, anxiety on the bridge. Plunging his blade into the hull, Pred cut a whole through the hull. Emerging out first were the troopers and apprentices cutting down all who stood in the way. At last LordPred emerged and looked around the bridge. There near the command console stood Ziemba, lightsaber drawn showing the orange blade. LordPred activated his lightsaber, showing his bright crimson red blade.

the blade was curved and the markings were unmistaking. This was the ancient Sith Lord Banes lightsaber that Pred had discovered on the ruins of an ancient planet. The planet was the site of a force thought bomb detonated thousands of years ago. Bane later returned only to be destroyed by his apprentice. Now after millenia the lightsaber is fighting again. Force jumping onto the deck next to Ziemba, LordPred kicked the feet out of his foe. He was going to savor this moment. The lightsaber duel was more of an excersise to Pred. After several minutes he saw the desperation in Ziembas eyes, but also Pred left himself open to attack. Ziemba force pushed Pred back into a computer console momentarily knocking the wind out of him. At that moment Ziemba attacked and put his saber through the shoulder of LordPred. Screaming in anger and pain, LordPred absorbed and concentrated on this pain. Letting out indigo colored lightning from his hands at close range, carried ziemba across the bridge, slamming him into the bulkheads. Pulling up and clenching his shoulder, LordPred thanked the fact that the wound was sealed because of the lightsaber. Growing tired of the game and the fact he let himself get lazy, LordPred decided it was time to end this. Ziemba attacked again and again they locked into dual. Ziemba spun around left and right trying to find the kill shot only have the Sabers collide and lock. During that time Ziemba planned on using this instance to hit LordPred with another push, but right when he was about to execute he felt the burning sensation of a lightsaber pierce through his chest, exiting his back. LordPred grinned at Ziemba as the life from his eyes drained. Deactivating his second lightsaber that he built months ago, ziembas body fell to the floor. Now as the enemy lay dead LordPred boards the assault vessel.

"Download all information on technology, artifacts, bases then set the ship to self destruct with no alarms."

Pred ordered.

Standing aboard his flagship, LordPred watched as the former flagship of the now defeated enemy armada exploded. With the flagship destroyed, the rest of the fleet surrendered.

"LordPulv, execute all the prisoners on those ships and install our own. Take that newer Imperial Star Destroyer as your own." LordPred ordered as he walked to his meditation chambers. Drained and exausted from using the darkside of the force all day, LordPred couldnt wait to rest, to meditate on the events of the day and anticipating what lies next.

By Controlfreak

A disturbance in the Force. Controlfreak sensed it. He could feel the force flowing through him, warning him. Something was not quite right but he just couldnt put his finger on it. Control stood up from his position of meditation. He exited his chambers and made his way toward the dock of his home on Bothawui. Long ago he had built a home in the mountains but had never used it until now. Control could feel the force calling to him, the voices leading him to an old starfighter that he'd built long before his time with the TrueSith.

Yes. This is what he had to do. Without even thinking about where he was going or what he was doing, Control hopped in the ship and began the ignition. All he knew was that somewhere in the galaxy, he was needed. Somewhere in the galaxy, someone was in need of assistance.

Control took off with his Aether Starfighter. This ship had been sitting here for many months but now it was time to use it's brilliance where it was needed. Control locked in coordinates for hyperspace. He did not even glance at the coordinates because all he needed was the Force.

His mind set and his wits ready, he jumped. His destination a mere mystery to him.

The Dark Side surrounding Control's mind. He could sense hatred, anger, corruption, and greed all enclosing in on him. Something had just happened over Korriban when Control came out of hyperspace. fragments and rubble from devastated ships littered the space around the planet. Control could see The Fury of Pred peacefully floating above the planet.

Control was about to make move toward the planet's surface but the force led him instead toward the hangar of the great flagship.

Control was welcomed into the hangar by Pred's men. Carefully he emerged from his ship and continued to listen to the calling voice in his head. Down a few passages Control was set right before a great door. He pushed himself in and witnessed one of the most remarkable things of his life. Hundreds of Crystals suspended over a large reactor. Gently orbiting a much more pure formation of crystals in the center. At the base of this structure sat a lone figure meditating. Control sat himself next to the figure and reached out with his mind.

"It's about time you arrived," the figure said.

"I hope im not too late," Control replied, "Your powers have guided me here once again old friend. Tell me what exactly do you need from me in TrueSith's time of need?"

"You really get right to the point, dont you?"

Then the figure turned toward Control.

"All we need is your knowledge."

Control then turned and looked into LordPred's face.

"My wisdom has always been here," Control said with a grin.

By Ziemba

btw...THE FALL OF BOTB (Pred, not trying to take your story away from you and not trying to disrespect. Let me know, and I will modify it to fit your story.)

Pred looked over the data recovered from the BattleCruiser, and saw what appeared to be a haphazard and mad scattering of BotB bases... Apartos... Jabiim... Dagobah... it all seemed to be pure gibberish. That is, until he reached the bottom of the list and saw a link that read.....LEHON..... Pred decided to follow the link. His scouts, after all, have detected major BotB activity in the system. He came with a heavily encrypted password. Apparently Ziemba didn't like people looking into his bases, even after his death. Pred used a newly-learned Force technique he learned after learning to integrate technology with Force power. He reached into the programming and wiped the password from the data. He then tried the link again. He then saw a project of immessurable scope: he saw resources being funneled to the system, the troops garrisoned, and the construction schedules for the Star Forge. At this Pred did a triple-take, for he thought that the Star Forge, and Lehon itself, had been destroyed millenia earlier. But the data didn't lie. Ziemba was acheiving the impossible, and apparently had been doing so for the past half-year. Pred had no idea how close he was to completion, but he knew that if the BotB Remnants were allowed to complete the Star Forge, they would no longer be a remnant. Fortunatley, it looks as though the disruptor field and shield generator were not yet opporational, making this the perfect time to attack.

"MIT, gather every single ship we have. We're about to engage in the biggest battle in history."

"Yes, sir!" MIT shouted with enthusiasm.

A week later, the entire TrueSith Alliance fleet materialized out of hyperspace. In the distant view, Pred saw the half-completed Star Forge. Now, he realizes that the seemingly-haphazzard scattering of the BotB bases were actually some of the largest steel manufacturers in the galaxy. No wonder it had been built so quickly. And as if the station itself, which was already half the size of the two Death Stars and would be far more potent if let completed, wasn't enough, a dozen ENFORCER-class BattleCruisers guarded the damn thing, as well as innummerable frigates, corvettes, and support ships. Apparently, even though it's not completed, it hasn't been sitting idle. Also under costruction, Pred noted, was a Super-Star Destroyer-sized ship, apparently eventually destined to be Ziemba's true flagship. And Pred recognized the ship almost instantly. It was the Armaggedon, proposed by Ziemba to be Pred's flagship when he was in TrueSith. However, he had favored the Fury of Pred over the smaller, but far more compact, design. And it looked like most of its systems were already operational, including the massive rail gun the whole thing was built around... this battle would depend, apparently, on two things: Whether or not the massive hangar, production, and repair facilties were destroyed to prevent BotB from flooding the TSA fleet with innumerable ships, and which SSD-scale ship would be destroyed first, for both have immense destructive capabilites...

"All ships, engage!" Pred ordered.

And so, the battle that would eventually decide the rulers of the galaxy began...

By Niko

Pred's and MIT's capitol ships had already made the jump to hyperspace. The rest of the fleet was beginning the jump now, to make pricise landing near the enemy position. NOD forces stayed back. Niko had a small smile across his face, though he was still throbbing from his recent wound in this left arm from the previous battle. A small dispatcher came through on his com-link.

"Enter the Lehon system, sector 45, 8 73 9," the officer said.

"Prepare the engines. This won't take long. Lehon is only 3 parsecs away from Korriban. I want all stations manned so that by the time we get out of hyperspace, we will open fire," Niko commanded. He was aboard the largest ship NOD had seen, along with its many escourts. The space station, however, only had 5 escourt BattleCruisers beside of it, because the others we preferred inside where they can be quickly deployed. Niko told his counterpart, haloeverest888, "If this is suspected to be the largest battle in history, even bigger than the battle for Endor, then I want to be in it too."

Haloeverest smiled at me and then shouted at the deck officer, "Ahead full!"

The hyperspace trip was long and boring. Niko sat in his below-normal temperature quarters. He constantly told the officer to turn up the heat, but nothing could warm him up. He never "liked" hyperspace travel. Somehow, someway, they always made him cold. Then a thought crossed his head. One he never thought about in awhile. A long while. His old friends from before he joined NOD. Friends like ANAKINVADER8 and (SNK)_LEADER, which he had never seen him since the day they met. He assumed that (SNK) had been destroyed, or abandoned, because nothing involved them. No wars involved them. No planet control. No nothing. He all of a sudden felt warm for once.

Then, of course, it was ruined by the sound of a commander's voice saying, "Sir, there is an incoming transmission from allianced forces."

Niko traveled down corridors and hallways and finally reached the bridge. It was Brezic.

"Brezic, hello. I assume you are here to inform me of something?"

"Yes, indeed. The force that Pred had forseen was a little bit larger that he saw. A lot larger. Are you're sure that your forces are good enough to fend off large space stations?" Brezic asked.

"Define large space station," Niko said.

"Like... two Death Stars."

"Hmm... Yeah, I'll do it. I'll do it with pride."

And with that, the conversation was over. Niko went to Admiral Teren of the space station he had built. They discussed the battle over a hologram of the battle, which was patched through by Brezic just after the conversation.

"That thing is huge," Teren commented.

"Hmm... capitol ships might not be the best thing to surprise them with... I suggest bringing out the starfighters first, then bringing in a wave of bombers. It will be a shield of starfighters. Then, we bring in the heavy guns. We blow up the bug guns. and then finish off the rest. Since you're the better of space battles, modify it at your own risk. I'll be back up in 30 minutes to see your attack pattern. For now, I need some rest in the medical bay. My wound is aching." And with that, Niko left the bridge with haste.

Teren studied the changing battle cautiously. He looked for every speck and detail there was to destroy the giant thing. Then he had an idea. The whole battle was pulling farrer and farrer away from the main space base operation. It was completely defenceless. His mission: to board it.

Niko was 15 minutes late back up to the bridge.

"Sorry, I got lost in the south bay. What do you have to report?" he asked.

Teren was happy to announce his stratigic plan. "First of all, the whole battle is shifting to the east. See here that more TrueSith BattleCrusiers are hyperspacing into locations futher away from the base, maybe to avoid it. It is luring the ships toward them. If we can do an extra parsec around the planet to jump in behind, we will catch them offguard. Then, the space station would completely vulnerable. We can shoot several Ion shots at it to disable its systems, then I have concluded that your forces shall board it. I have several batallions ready. Platoon transports are ready for launch."

"An excelent suggestion. What if they have more ships waiting for us?" Niko pondered.

Taren boldly replied, "How can they have more ships to spare when they already have so many in space already? It is inconcivible. It won't happen. I highly doubt it."

Lehon was only half a parsec away now, including the extra one they had to take. Niko clinched his fists and the captian slowly pulled the lever down. The ship greatly reduced its speed and then there was gunfire. Numerous amounts of gunfire. The space station's shields were quickly deplentishing, and this signaled the first wave of transports to be sent in. Countless alarms sirened. Without warning, eight to ten capitol Star Destroyers entered from hyperspace at NOD's location. All the transports were shot down. An incoming transmission from the Fury of Pred.

"It's about time you got here, Niko. You see what we have here? A battle that is the largest in history. Make me proud and do your part. And I hope you have a plan to fend off those Star Destroyers before they rip you apart," Pred said. Niko stared into the hologram, and wanted to speak, but it was inturupted by another one, by the commander of LordHishaan, Ziemba's second in command. Well, well, well, Niko thought.

He was the first to speak.

"You really think we would keep such a valuable space station so unprotected? Wow. Whoever came up with that needs to think again. Do not underestimate the power of Ziemba's forces," LordHishaan said.

Niko looked into his eyes with delightment. "Your overconfidecne is your weakness, commander. Your cockiness has led you to your end," Niko confirmed.

With that, one-by-one battleships and cruisers deployed from NOD's space station and fired upon the enemy star ships and took them out, one-by-one. Alas, Hishaan's flagship was the only remaining ship intact, with no shields and a stong hull waiting for NOD's burst of fire. However, reader, they did not fire. They sent more transports out, majority to the space station, and 3 or 4 to the flagship. Niko was on the transport to Hishaan's flagship. It was a long and lonely ride. The flagship had already been disabled by several Ion shots, and Niko would soon be in arm-to-saber combat with a somewhat strong "Lord". He did not fear him. His fate lied along the remnants of the transports to capture the space station and secure a long-lived TSA victory. But you cannot celebrate the future. You must learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future. And that was something Niko never really paied much attention to...

To be concluded by LordPred, because of his dignity and resoluteness to the TSA and is his story, so Pred, take my honors to do what must be done.

By Niko

Pred's and MIT's capitol ships had already made the jump to hyperspace. The rest of the fleet was beginning the jump now, to make pricise landing near the enemy position. NOD forces stayed back. Niko had a small smile across his face, though he was still throbbing from his recent wound in this left arm from the previous battle. A small dispatcher came through on his com-link.

"Enter the Lehon system, sector 45, 8 73 9," the officer said.

"Prepare the engines. This won't take long. Lehon is only 3 parsecs away from Korriban. I want all stations manned so that by the time we get out of hyperspace, we will open fire," Niko commanded. He was aboard the largest ship NOD had seen, along with its many escourts. The space station, however, only had 5 escourt BattleCruisers beside of it, because the others we preferred inside where they can be quickly deployed. Niko told his counterpart, haloeverest888, "If this is suspected to be the largest battle in history, even bigger than the battle for Endor, then I want to be in it too."

Haloeverest smiled at me and then shouted at the deck officer, "Ahead full!"

The hyperspace trip was long and boring. Niko sat in his below-normal temperature quarters. He constantly told the officer to turn up the heat, but nothing could warm him up. He never "liked" hyperspace travel. Somehow, someway, they always made him cold. Then a thought crossed his head. One he never thought about in awhile. A long while. His old friends from before he joined NOD. Friends like ANAKINVADER8 and (SNK)_LEADER, which he had never seen him since the day they met. He assumed that (SNK) had been destroyed, or abandoned, because nothing involved them. No wars involved them. No planet control. No nothing. He all of a sudden felt warm for once.

Then, of course, it was ruined by the sound of a commander's voice saying, "Sir, there is an incoming transmission from allianced forces."

Niko traveled down corridors and hallways and finally reached the bridge. It was Brezic.

"Brezic, hello. I assume you are here to inform me of something?"

"Yes, indeed. The force that Pred had forseen was a little bit larger that he saw. A lot larger. Are you're sure that your forces are good enough to fend off large space stations?" Brezic asked.

"Define large space station," Niko said.

"Like... two Death Stars."

"Hmm... Yeah, I'll do it. I'll do it with pride."

And with that, the conversation was over. Niko went to Admiral Teren of the space station he had built. They discussed the battle over a hologram of the battle, which was patched through by Brezic just after the conversation.

"That thing is huge," Teren commented.

"Hmm... capitol ships might not be the best thing to surprise them with... I suggest bringing out the starfighters first, then bringing in a wave of bombers. It will be a shield of starfighters. Then, we bring in the heavy guns. We blow up the bug guns. and then finish off the rest. Since you're the better of space battles, modify it at your own risk. I'll be back up in 30 minutes to see your attack pattern. For now, I need some rest in the medical bay. My wound is aching." And with that, Niko left the bridge with haste.

Teren studied the changing battle cautiously. He looked for every speck and detail there was to destroy the giant thing. Then he had an idea. The whole battle was pulling farrer and farrer away from the main space base operation. It was completely defenceless. His mission: to board it.

Niko was 15 minutes late back up to the bridge.

"Sorry, I got lost in the south bay. What do you have to report?" he asked.

Teren was happy to announce his stratigic plan. "First of all, the whole battle is shifting to the east. See here that more TrueSith BattleCrusiers are hyperspacing into locations futher away from the base, maybe to avoid it. It is luring the ships toward them. If we can do an extra parsec around the planet to jump in behind, we will catch them offguard. Then, the space station would completely vulnerable. We can shoot several Ion shots at it to disable its systems, then I have concluded that your forces shall board it. I have several batallions ready. Platoon transports are ready for launch."

"An excelent suggestion. What if they have more ships waiting for us?" Niko pondered.

Taren boldly replied, "How can they have more ships to spare when they already have so many in space already? It is inconcivible. It won't happen. I highly doubt it."

Lehon was only half a parsec away now, including the extra one they had to take. Niko clinched his fists and the captian slowly pulled the lever down. The ship greatly reduced its speed and then there was gunfire. Numerous amounts of gunfire. The space station's shields were quickly deplentishing, and this signaled the first wave of transports to be sent in. Countless alarms sirened. Without warning, eight to ten capitol Star Destroyers entered from hyperspace at NOD's location. All the transports were shot down. An incoming transmission from the Fury of Pred.

"It's about time you got here, Niko. You see what we have here? A battle that is the largest in history. Make me proud and do your part. And I hope you have a plan to fend off those Star Destroyers before they rip you apart," Pred said. Niko stared into the hologram, and wanted to speak, but it was inturupted by another one, by the commander of LordHishaan, Ziemba's second in command. Well, well, well, Niko thought.

He was the first to speak.

"You really think we would keep such a valuable space station so unprotected? Wow. Whoever came up with that needs to think again. Do not underestimate the power of Ziemba's forces," LordHishaan said.

Niko looked into his eyes with delightment. "Your overconfidecne is your weakness, commander. Your cockiness has led you to your end," Niko confirmed.

With that, one-by-one battleships and cruisers deployed from NOD's space station and fired upon the enemy star ships and took them out, one-by-one. Alas, Hishaan's flagship was the only remaining ship intact, with no shields and a stong hull waiting for NOD's burst of fire. However, reader, they did not fire. They sent more transports out, majority to the space station, and 3 or 4 to the flagship. Niko was on the transport to Hishaan's flagship. It was a long and lonely ride. The flagship had already been disabled by several Ion shots, and Niko would soon be in arm-to-saber combat with a somewhat strong "Lord". He did not fear him. His fate lied along the remnants of the transports to capture the space station and secure a long-lived TSA victory. But you cannot celebrate the future. You must learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future. And that was something Niko never really paied much attention to...

To be concluded by LordPred, because of his dignity and resoluteness to the TSA and is his story, so Pred, take my honors to do what must be done.

By Ziemba

BATTLE OF LEHON: THE CLASH OF THE SUPERS, Part 1

"Pred, we've got the Armaggedon headed straight for us!"

"Angle the shields and give me some time. Time for Hishaan to feel the full power of the Dark Side."

Indeed, as Pred looked out the observation windows, he saw the massive ship suddenly become very active, shooting out the NOD transports that were trying to board it, and destroyed a couple TSA BattleCruisers in the process. Apparently, a couple eager commanders wanted a piece of the action also, because twin ENFORCER BattleCruisers moved in and flanked the Armaggedon. Twin Pelleaons did the same for the Fury of Pred.

"Sir, we're in maximum weapons range," App said.

"Open fire," Pred said. "And take out those BattleCruisers also, if you can."

"I thought you'd never ask..." App replied.

Guns from both ships began firing madly. Numerous turbolasers from the Fury of Pred, and less-numerous-but-many-times-more powerful-than-turbolasers beam cannons from the Armaggedon began hammering at the shields of both ships.

"Alright, hishaan, let's see your beam cannons deal with this," Pred grunted, and began to fire his superweapon.

On the Armaggedon...

"Sir, the enemy superweapon is opening fire!" a captain said.

"Activivate the rail gun on an intercept velocity," hishaan said cooly.

"Yes sir. But, uh, intercept velocity, sir?"

"Are you going to make the mistake of your predecesor and disobey a direct order?" Hishaan breathed.

"Of course not sir!" the captain shouted. "Fire the rail gun!"

"Acknowledged," a gunner said.

In space, the superweapon from the Fury of Pred was halfway towards the Armaggedon when the stream of rail gun projectiles intercepted it. Then, something unseen of, unheard of, and extraordinary happened...

A giant ball of pure energy originated where the two beams met, and erupted into a ball of pure power that consumed half the fleets of both sides, and even charred and warped the exterior-most armor of the new Star Forge. At that moment, both superweapons were disabled. For the Fury of Pred, half the crystals in the power reactor melted, rendering it inalbe to perform such blasts. For the Armaggedon, the end of the rail gun barrel was melted, and sealed it off so the weapon can't be fired without risking the destruction of the ship.

By Ziemba

BATTLE OF LEHON: THE CLASH OF THE SUPERS, Part 1

"Pred, we've got the Armaggedon headed straight for us!"

"Angle the shields and give me some time. Time for Hishaan to feel the full power of the Dark Side."

Indeed, as Pred looked out the observation windows, he saw the massive ship suddenly become very active, shooting out the NOD transports that were trying to board it, and destroyed a couple TSA BattleCruisers in the process. Apparently, a couple eager commanders wanted a piece of the action also, because twin ENFORCER BattleCruisers moved in and flanked the Armaggedon. Twin Pelleaons did the same for the Fury of Pred.

"Sir, we're in maximum weapons range," App said.

"Open fire," Pred said. "And take out those BattleCruisers also, if you can."

"I thought you'd never ask..." App replied.

Guns from both ships began firing madly. Numerous turbolasers from the Fury of Pred, and less-numerous-but-many-times-more powerful-than-turbolasers beam cannons from the Armaggedon began hammering at the shields of both ships.

"Alright, hishaan, let's see your beam cannons deal with this," Pred grunted, and began to fire his superweapon.

On the Armaggedon...

"Sir, the enemy superweapon is opening fire!" a captain said.

"Activivate the rail gun on an intercept velocity," hishaan said cooly.

"Yes sir. But, uh, intercept velocity, sir?"

"Are you going to make the mistake of your predecesor and disobey a direct order?" Hishaan breathed.

"Of course not sir!" the captain shouted. "Fire the rail gun!"

"Acknowledged," a gunner said.

In space, the superweapon from the Fury of Pred was halfway towards the Armaggedon when the stream of rail gun projectiles intercepted it. Then, something unseen of, unheard of, and extraordinary happened...

A giant ball of pure energy originated where the two beams met, and erupted into a ball of pure power that consumed half the fleets of both sides, and even charred and warped the exterior-most armor of the new Star Forge. At that moment, both superweapons were disabled. For the Fury of Pred, half the crystals in the power reactor melted, rendering it inalbe to perform such blasts. For the Armaggedon, the end of the rail gun barrel was melted, and sealed it off so the weapon can't be fired without risking the destruction of the ship.

By Controlfreak

Controlfreak stood on the bridge of The Fury of Pred next to Pred. Through the window they could see the massive space station and the BotB fleet at the ready, Led by the Armageddon.

"You do realize if you go on that station, I cannot assist you," Control said.

"I am aware. Only myself and my greatest of followers will come with me on it. Anyone else who boards that thing will go mad. It's power is too great for those that wander outside the Sith," Pred replied, "in the meantime I want you do something about the Armageddon."

"I will lead a squad of fighters onto the hangar to destroy the ship's reactor. Youre going to have to leave someone to command the fleet." Control said.

"I will think of something." Pred muttered.

Controlfreak prepared to depart for the hangar. He turned around said the ancient words that have followed the Jedi Order for thousands of years; "Good Luck, my friend, may the Force be with you." Control said.

"And from me to you," Pred replied.

Control left the bridge and made his way through the winding ship down to the hangar bay.

He hopped in the Aether Starfighter and took off. This ship didnt have very many weapons, but it did have a little surprise up its sleeve that Control made himself. Controlfreak turned his lightsabers in his hand before closing the cockpit. He knew that after so long he would finally get to use the glowing Emerald and Saphire blades once again.

By Ziemba

LordPred advised NOD's transports to stay back until futher verification that it was safe to board the vessel of human mortals, not just Force adapts. Niko's forces had tried to get Pred to take them along, but he stubbornly refused any help. The battle was now coming to a side. Much debris floated in the air. Meanwhile, Niko and an elite squadron of men, including his most trusted officer, mastersnowtroop was with him. They searched the vessel throughout but there was no trace of any Hishaans... just droids. Niko finally came upon civilization and many men spranged out of random quarters and shot blasterfire. They were no match for Niko. Infact, he didn't bother to waste blasterclips on them. He simply threw a thermal detonator in there and blew up the whole wing. It was a long tiring ride up to the bridge of the Armaggedon, taking detours, blasting security guards, unlocking prisoners to help... Let's just say Niko hadn't seen anything yet. With a force of about 25, Niko and his men marched into the bridge of the BattleCruiser. Hishaan turned and greeted us with a shiny, burgandy blade. He quickly took out many of my men, and severely wounded mastersnowtroop. My last officer carried him down the corridors back to the shuttle to be fixed up. It was me and Hishaan now.

By LordApp

App watched the deadly battle progress on the bridge of The Fury of Pred. Turbolaser fire rioted in the air. Missiles fluttered at their intended targets. Capital ships broke apart in rubble. Frigates pulverized in flames. Starfighters surrendered to the might of a large ship. The dark void of space in the background, mocking the fleets with its awesome valor, showing them if this battle was nothing compared to it.

It was ironic, App thought. He had always wanted to see a battle of this magnitude, a fight testing every individual, no one getting left out. From the wounded soldier in the medbay to the superior of the fleet, it was EVERYONE’s fight; everyone struggled with the mental outlook of the battle and the physical reality of your wounds, no matter where you were. App had long desired this experience, to be put to the test like never before. Yet, he struggled seeing the death and suffering out the viewports from both sides. He twitched hearing the countless screams of the men in the dark side of the Force. It was not because he disliked death; he was a True Sith and had killed countless being this fray. It was that war always made you lose a piece of yourself, something priceless that could never be acquired again. It changed your meaning of life; it showed what who you truly were….and App…somehow….felt ashamed for it…

“I foresee a dark future, Durron, a future of fighting, a future of arrogance, be prepared you must for this time Durron, otherwise you will fall victim to it.”

“Yes…I will Master Solarus…I will”

App suddenly snapped back into reality, what the hell was he thinking?!?!? Go into a physiological debate in a time like this?!??! This was war and there will be casualties. True, you would lose a part of yourself, but it will be nothing compared to those you will save…..

Pred walked over to App on the bridge, “We’re boarding the Star Forge now, I’m leaving Brezzic in charge of the fleet, and he’ll take command of The Fury of Pred.”

“Who else will be joining us?” App replied.

“Mit and Pulv, Mit is currently on the Ziost while Pulv is on the Punisher. They will leave command of their vessels to their subordinate officers. We will all be taking separate small starfighters and rushing through the BotB blockade in a tight formation. I don’t want us risk being us all in the same vessel,” Pred replied.

“Understandable,” App said with a grin, “But what of the Armageddon?”

“Control and Niko are both on board that flagship,” Pred said with pride, “Hishann doesn’t stand a chance, if we are fortunate, they could capture the Armageddon INTACT for us!”

“A well-played competition we have played here Pred,” App said, “Very well competed…”

Then, it came, a roaring voice in the dark side of the Force, Both App and Pred fell to their knees, covering their ears in a bitter defense….

The intonation screamed in App’s mind, sending him this one message….

“I TIRE OF YOUR PATHETIC, INSIGNIFICANT FIGHTS! I TIRE OF YOUR ARROGANCE, FEEL THE TRUE POWER OF THE FORCE!”

And then it hit App and Pred at the same time, same thought- It was the Star Forge itself calling out to them. Ziemba had not only succeeded in rebuilding the Star Forge, he had succeeded in resurrecting its being…

Suddenly, a flare of overwhelming light spread all over the Star Forge, and was released….sending a terrible shockwave over all ships, BotB and TSA vessels alike, and then…silence.

The silence was short-lived, only minutes after the shockwave hit The Fury of Pred, Pred and App were both on their feet.

“What the hell was that?” Pred muttered. And then his eyes focused on the bridge...

“Son of a...” App stopped midway…he was speechless.

The entire crew was dead or unconscious; every electronic on the bridge was lifeless. Not even the slight light flickered….it was completely dead…..devoid of anything that could make it remotely close to existence. Pred and App activated their lightsabers, their crimson red blades laminating the room somewhat. Surprising, the lightsabers still worked, while everything else related to technology didn’t. Perhaps it was that TrueSith tend to channel the Force through the lightsabers so often, they came an element of their personality, a component of their existence.

“Hold position App,” Pred ordered, “Don’t do anything stupid,” he added.

“You’re already too ignorant to know anything of stupidly,” a voice said. One by one, TrueSith officers and soldiers rose like the living dead and surrounded Pred and App. App reached out to touch their minds in the Force, but found only a cold, dark feeling….

“You will know the true meaning of power, TrueSith, you and every pathetic being in the galaxy that will feel my power!”

Revelation flooded Pred and App. The Star Forge had taken control of their crews, their own armies. Anyone not force sensitive at the very least would be overwhelmed with the dark side, clouding their minds that free will became a distant reminiscence. The Star Forge ITSELF wanted to win this fight. It served neither BotB nor had it ever had. It would wipe what it could not possess, and would posses what it could. IT was their true enemy here…

“I have a very bad feeling about this…” App said

"No **** App ," Pred muttered.

And they were attacked by their own brothers.....

By Ziemba

REVIVAL OF KUN'S CHOSEN ONE

A single starfighter arrived in Korriban space. It looked like a small, thin cockpit attacked to immense next-generation engines, and that wasn't far from the truth, either. The pilot was a familiar face by now; his hair was Ziemba's, his face was Ziemba's, his flying style even was Ziemba's. But it was not Ziemba. Merely, a clone, whose spirit had been removed by banished Force techniques. He did not know his name, he knew nothing about himself; only what he had been told: To go to the Korriban system and fetch the body of Ziemba. Strangely, he still had the Force, though he did not know what it was, and it frightened him. He approached Ziemba's body, floating in the vacuum that is space. He saw some ghostly body circling it, and, with common sense, you can probably guess that this out-and-out terrified him. Nevertheless, the "ghost" saw the fighter and began to fly towards it. It soon entered the fighter, and before the clone knew it, it was right in front of him. He let out a cream, only to have Ziemba's spirit enter through it. After several minutes of spasms, seizures, and other phenomena of the human body I'm not willing to describe, Ziemba was once again in a living body. He opened a com link with HIshaan, his apprentice.

"I trust things are going well," Ziemba said.

"Uhh...not exactly, master. Something that I couldn't imagine just happened. The Star Forge went berserk. It took over everyone. I'm here fighting for my life against our own gunners, pilots, and commanders, and word is that Pred and App are doing the same thing."

"****! I was afraid that would happen. I'll get there as soon as I can."

Ziemba entered the coordinates for Lehon, and slowly but surely the ship gained speed. For these were not hyperdrives, but rather, ion drives. They required no fuel, instead sucking through atoms and shooting them back out at tremendous speeds. A few hours later, faster than any hyperdrive could ferry a ship, Ziemba was back in Lehon. And saw the catastrophe that was going on.

He could see BotB ships firing on the Armaggedon, and TrueSith ships firing on the Fury of Pred, both of which were disabled. And he felt the immense power emnanting from the Star Forge. It then tried to possess him, saying "Ah, my creator. No matter, for you serve me now, and not the other way around."

"Get out of my head and listen up," Ziemba said, denying it possession of his body. "I am your master and creator. I don't care how much power you claim to have. I myself gave it to you and I can just as easily take it away. Stand down NOW and remove your spell from MY men. Not your men. MINE."

"You might be wiser from the others, but you are still so, so ignorant. You cannot stop me. And if you are not with me, you are against me. And all who are against me will be destroyed. Goodbye, for the last time, creator."

And then, three full squadrons of BotB fighters shifted course and began to fire on Ziemba. But Ziemba's ship was not only fast, it packed one hell of a punch. He targetted them, pressed a button, and all four missile bays opened, and released half of the fighter's missile compliment - 36 in all. Each missile tracked its individual target, and destroyed all the ships. A comm message was trying to hail him, and Ziemba let it through.

"How the..." Pred's breathless words rang through the comm.

"Not enough time to explain. I assume you found out that my station has turned on us."

By Controlfreak

Niko and Control stood back to back with men advancing on them. The Dark Force clouded Control's mind. But he used all his power to hold it back. The pulse from the Star Forge had done great damage mentally to Control's strike team. After killing them all, He proceeded to find Nikomer. Now the two of them were stuck with weapons at the ready. Niko holding his rifle, and Controlfreak with his Lightsabers.

"well, any ideas?" Niko asked.

"Im not sure, the Dark Side is clouding my mind, I cant hear my own thoughts." Control replied.

"Then allow me to think for you" Niko said. He raised is rifle and unleased a clip of blaster bolts on the first group of soldiers. Control concentrated on the force and dropped an enormous metal beam on the second group. Then, they ran. Down the corridor and towards the back of the ship.

"We have to get to the bridge," Control said, "I have a plan to end this thing once and for all."

"enlighten me then" Niko requested.

"Alright the damage that the ships took from the railgun-Force beam interception massively damaged the reactor of this ship. If i have to guess anything it would be that the chamber is highly unstable. Meaning if we fire that thing with that much damage on the reactor, it will cause a massive release of energy, destroying this ship." Control explained.

"Alright!" Niko said, "and what about the Star Forge?"

"Pred, you there?" Control said on the com link.

"Yeah im here we're preparing to board that monstrosity but it is proving difficult to get down to the hangar." Pred replied.

"Alright i need a huge favor... at the core of the Star Forge there should be a large access port so the reactor can directly feed Force Energy, I want you to open this access port so i can get directly into the reactor. If i pilot the Armageddon in there and fire the railgun....the energy overload is all we need to destroy that thing."

"That could work, however the systems on the Armageddon are shut off, We could never get it over there." Pred argued.

"Ah that's right" Control said morbidly. "If only i knew how to use this damn ship."

"If Pred and his men are on the station then I will need their cooperation. Because ive already figured something out that should destroy both this ship, and the Star Forge." Control said with a grin.

By Ziemba

"TURNED ON US?!?!?!!??!?" Pred screamed. "WE'RE ALL LUCKY TO EVEN BE TALKING RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Settle down!" Ziemba shouted back. Then he said cooly, "Panic isn't going to get us anywhere, except dead. Now, what kind of state is your ship in?"

"Everything is completely dead. Life support, engines, weapons, power cores, its all dead," Pred breathed rather hoarsly. With life support gone, no wonder he was out of breath.

"Give me a minute," Ziemba said, brought his fighter to a complete stop so he wouldn't run into anything, and meditated. He felt the grip of power, or, rather, anti-power, if you will, the Star Forge had placed around both flagships. Ziemba did then what he threatened, and let the power, which he had personally and painfully given to the Star Forge, return to him, sucking it back up as one would suck up a drink from a straw. At once, full power returned to both ships, and turbolasers and beam cannons began lancing between both of them again, only to once again stop. But this time, it wasn't the Star Forge that stopped it. Hishaan had probably realized by now that the TrueSith were allies again. Ziemba also unclogged the rail gun barrel and reshaped the crystals of the the Fury of Pred's main power core.

"Alright, Pred. Take out the shield generators and any ships that stand in your way, and meet me in hangar #5074."

Ziemba then tried to funnel more of the energy from the Star Forge. he actively drained the Star Forge of energy, but its Force energy never lessened. Ziemba then was shocked: the Star Forge was now capable of creating energy of the Force itself! There was no mistake that now it had to be destroyed. Nevertheless, he continued to drain energy from ships under the Star Forge's grasp, and add them to the burgeoning fleets.

By LordPred

*Bring in the cages* Pred barked at App while the controlled members closed in. App ran to the nearest control station and activated a sequence of codes. At that moment numbers of shielded cages arose from the floor of the bridge. Once they hit there full length the shields came down to reveal little creatures called ysalamari. Creatures who nullify the force. Pred knew his powers would be shut out due to these creatures but if his power was of no use and the rebirth of the Star Forge was a "force" user then everything should change. "As I thought," Pred told App "The Forge has lost its connection to the crew. Order all ships to deploy its counter measures and have the senior subordinates who are not force users to take command of all ships" Pred ordered.

Pacing back and forth LordPred was thinking, thinking of where he saw this kind of technology. Stopping to meditate mere minutes pass when Pred's eyes open wide. "I KNEW IVE SEEN THIS!!" Pred exclaimed running to a nearby cosole. Accessing his private records Pred stopped on a Section named "Percivus" The Fury of Pred was built off this same technology but Pred left out the component that would have made it "alive" sort of speak. Pouring through records of the original Forge Pred wondered how ziemba could have been so stupid to try to build another one. It did the same thing. It was "alive" then and apparently Ziemba got this same secret of blending technology and the force. "How did he know? I was the first to find his temple and claim the holocron, how did he...." Pred wondered when the force sent him an intense image of events over the last several months. There he saw Ziemba in Preds chambers. Holding the holocron and being able to activate it. "Figures, betrayed me before he even started." Pred said aloud. Pred realized what he had to do now, what is needed to stop the forge.

"Continue your assault on the station with all ships. Pull the Fury of Pred out of the fight. The Forge gathers its strength from anything from the force and the fury uses the same technology." Pred ordered as he borded his shuttle. George boarded as well. He wondered what was in store on the StarForge. LordPred brought George along because of a special ability he possessed. He could shut the force off and remain unaffected by any mental attack of the forge. Only one other force user, a former jedi and exile, had such an ability. This will be a great asset if things went wrong. If Pred started to fall, George would be able to finish the mission. Deva-stasi wanted to join the team to but Pred had denied her request. He couldnt have anything that would distract him. If he should fall, then she would be responsable for accessing his personal holocron and giving all his teachings and findings to his former apprentices and friends. Only she held the key to accessing the holocron. At one last glance back Pred watches the doors close. What could be his final journey layed ahead. 

"I have an idea control how to stop this control, without any loss of life save 1." Pred commed back to Control. "If I fail, the George will complete your task."

As Pred and George walked onto the Forge he could see the damage done inside and out. Bodies lay about that the forge had destroyed. The minds to weak to handle such a concentrated attack. "George, give me 20 minutes. If you dont hear from me, activate controls plan. Go to the reactor room and await further instruction. Send this information to Control as well. This should help activate the rail gun of the Armageddon. Remember your training and your ability. Shut off your force ability and go straight sneak in." Pred ordered. George watched Pred walk towards the control center and started to head towards the reactor.

On the bridge...

"You will fail, LordPred." the Star Forge warned Pred. "You are no match." Pred grinned and sat in a meditation stance at one of the access panels. "We shall see machine, i know more about you then you do. You actually may be a true test of my abilities." Pred answered back. Sitting there Pred used all his physical and emotinal strength to gather the force. He knew this would be a test of wills. Using the techniques he had learned to manipulate the force and technology Pred probes the Forges inner workings. He could feel the force flowing through the station and himself. The forge fought back and fought hard. It took everything in Pred to just stay focused. The deeper Pred went the harder the forge fought back. Pred could feel his mind ripping apart. He was going to be able to disable the forge, but he knew he wouldnt survive. Using the pain and reliving past issues just fueled his anger. Getting a second wind Pred pushed deeper and deeper. The intensity of the attacks were visible to Preds fleshly body, Blood started to pour from his nose and eyes.

 The concentration of attacks were intense. But Pred knew he must sacrifise himself to save the others. And now, he was there, the center computing core. This was like a huge holicron matrix. The forge even greeted him at the core with its own gatekeeper image. Pred deactivated the defenses around the main Central Processing Unit located on the bridge. But he couldnt release his concentration to destroy it or the forge would reactivate it. Only way to destroy it now is to destroy the matrix from the inside. As LordPred concentrated the forge tried another series of attacks both internally and externally. Advancing attack droids started to approach Pred. Pred was close. The only way to destabalize the matrix was to replace it with... his own essense. He would reside and be the forge but knew the "human" side of him would be gone. He only had moments before he was killed so he started the essense transfer that Bane had left in his holocron. Almost reaching completion of the transfer Pred could feel the forge fighting its hardest. It was almost done. He could hear approaching footsteps then darkness.....

Opening his eyes and staggering to his feet he wondered how the Forge matrix was destroyed. Focusing his eyes he saw battledroids sliced in half. Glancing over at the Central Processing Unit, he saw George, slumped over the controls. As Pred approaches he could see Georges eyes were open but no spark of essense. Analyzing the unit, pred saw where George connected in right when the essense transfer was nearing completion. Using his own essense as a buffer, George saved Pred, his essense now is the forges. "Everything is fine now LordPred" the forge communicated. "I must leave TrueSith but I cannot let the forge remain. I will transfer my essense into a common soldier and then leave the forge." The forge, who used to be George, replied. With that Pred could hear the alarms of the station. The countdown had begun. Pred knew he only had moments to leave or be destroyed by the blast.

Leaving aboard his shuttle, LordPred accessed his comm badge on all frequencies. " MOVE AWAY FROM THE STATION.!!" LordPred yelled out.

Watching the fleet scatter Pred himself was in a fight for survival still. Dodging the debris of ships while trying to keep the acceleration up was hard, even for a Sith Lord. Approaching the nearest destroyer Pred felt a sigh of relief when the Forge exploded. Ships who were out of action were consumed by the ensuing esplosion. The explosion caught the shuttle and blew all the instruments. Shrappnel from the consoles pierced Pred. The only way to survive this was to go into a force coma. With one thought Pred encompassed himself into this coma.

Floating adrift in space, the shuttle's life support was depleted. Precious air was bleeding into space. The environmental controls were shot which meant no heat either. Awake now Pred knew it was a matter of time before all is lost. The fleet had left to escape the explosion. George was still alive, Pred could feel it. But he was gone, leaving TrueSith behind. Getting colder Pred felt unusually tired. The intense fight with the forge combined with the events just passing, exausted him. Pred closed his eyes in disgust knowing he would die an old man, in peace, like a kreefing Jedi,not a Sith. Pred closed his eyes giving into the exaustion.

His eyes opened in a pure liquid. He recognized a bacta tank. LordPred realized he was rescued. He could since all of TrueSith around. "Bout time, you been asleep for a week." Pulv messaged into the chamber. "You had a pretty damaged body. You have to fill us in on what happened once you rest and get your strength." Deva-stai also chimed in. We are all glad you made it out, but next time, your not going."

Glancing down Pred could see new scars all over his body. Yet another reminder of the trials of the dark side.

By ControlFreak

-Controlfreak068, Training rooms, 1 year earlier-

"Here, take this" Pred ordered Control tossing a lightsaber at his feet. "I think it is about time we see your rumored strength in comparison to mine."

"Very well, although it is not needed." Control said, "I brought my own" At this control let out his Emerald Lightsaber in one hand, and his Saphire one in the other.

Pred laughed, "alright then, dont hold back, give it your all, no regrets."

"of course" Control said with a grin. Pred made a lunge forward. Control parried with his own two blades. The battle went on with a series of blows and strikes. Control knew that Pred was better in combat, however Control's knowledge of the force was equal if not greater than Pred's. The fight continued with Flashing colors. Emerald, Saphire, and Crimson blades slashing at each other in fierce repetition. Soon though, with a low strike and a quick movement, Pred held the tip of the crimson blade to Control's throat.

"You never fail to dissapoint me, LordPred" Control admitted, "However..." Control reached out with the force and gently lifted the Cylinder from Pred's hand.

"I think you would want this back" Control smiled and lowered the Lightsaber into Pred's belt. Control sheathed his own Sabers and looked in the face of Pred.

"You have come a long way, Jedi" Pred said

"Indeed, but this is only the beginning" Control said with confidence.

By Ziemba

THE AFTERMATH

Hishaan and Ziemba looked over what remained of their months of hard labor, and years of research... nothing.

"It's going to take a hell of a lot of time and resources to get back to what we once were," Hishaan commented.

"Not to worry," Ziemba said calmly.

"Uh, master, in case you haven't noticed, THE LAST 5 YEARS OF YOUR LIFE HAS BEEN REDUCED TO NOTHING!!!!!!! And so has thousands of BotB lives, trillions of credits worth of resources!" Hishaan shouted.

"You still have much to learn, my apprentice. This gives us a chance to rebuild, but even better. We learn more from our mistakes and failures than we do our successes. Giving the Star Forge so much power that it can produce its own was a mistake, and to give it our experimental AI again a mistake. A mistake that we have learned by our defeat, and we wouldn't have learned had we succeeded. And a mistake we shall not make again," Ziemba lectured his apprentice. "We still have the resources to build up again. We still control the leading producers of tibanna gas, metals, and other vital resources in the galaxy. And so we still have a power greater than TrueSith, even. We can charge enormous amounts of money for vital resources; and put the entire galaxy in a stranglehold! Militaries will completely fall! Major construction projects will be at a standstill! Entire industries will fail! People will be begging us for the resources we provide, and we may then do whatever we want with the galaxy's people."

"Ah, yes, of course. Economics... the perfect plan. Unless, of course, TrueSith take THOSE away from us..." Hishaan was finally beginning to see the point.

By LordPulv

---Clash of Skill---

As Fenrir and I waited for the day to end challenges began to appear. Many new faces to the game, but yet no one we considered a challenge of our skill.

Then out of no where a challenged greater than we thought we could handle appeared...(X) a very strong empire had chose to challenge TrueSith to a duel, 3 fleets a piece. We accepted the challenge and began sending out distress calls to any TS ships near the Alderaan system.

Reluctently LordApp responded to the call and entered the battle field.

What happened next was shocking for both sides as a whole

As the battle raged on, it was apparent that it would take many hours to finish a battle of this scale.

But somehow, Fenrir had found some reserve ships in his hangar and sent them to give us the upper hand. And now that Fenrir had given us the edge of the battle field, App and I sent in all of our ships to our designated spots.

"App! Watch Your ships! the shields are going down from the asteroid field!!"

"What?! S***!!"

"Fenrir, back up App at the astroid field with a corevette! We need that under our control!"

" I got you Pulv" and so the battle raged on, App and Fenrir against Bubbles and Skidder, and me against Douche.

And just when we thought he had this in the bag, a supernova had gone off and sent Incredible heat in all directions of space. Bleeding though the shields of both sides, the battle was won by TrueSith but the space had stayed nutral. When the battle was said and done, it had taken a long breath-taking 20 hours to fight what seemed like a unwinnable battle for us.

--The End--

btw, i had no clue what all to say for that chapter lol it wasnt very good, app u re-do it XD

By ControlFreak

Control looked at the massive abandoned Bothan Hangar. When he returned to the planet of Bothawui he made a discovery in the mountains... He found an old Clone Wars hangar originally used to hide massive capital ships and large numbers of transports. But now it was Controlfreak's. This hangar lodged in the mountain with it's massive door. He could get any ship he wanted in this thing.

Suddenly, an idea came to him. He smiled. The Force had led him here for a reason, and he now understood the reason. Hopping in his (now renamed) Helios Starfighter, He took off and set hyperspace coordinates for Lehon, with only one thought on his head.

Controlfreak towed behind him another chunk of starship rubble. He borrowed this towing freighter from the TS who so kindly lent it to him. When he first arrived at Lehon, he saw many destroyed vessels including the remains of the Star Forge, ignoring and keeping his distance from the Star Forge remains, he made his way toward the rubble of frigates and a few capital ships. So far he had managed to get several large pieces of frigates and broken capital ship parts into his massive hangar bay. His idea still lurked in his head when he took the last piece he needed. He had all the parts, mostly pieces of old star destoyers and a few Mon Calamari frigates. Ha! he found a frame. And old broken Mon Clamari Cruiser used back during the Galactic Civil War. it was a Liberty type. A long nose with a remarkable wing span. He had the supplies, he had the space, now all he needed was the energy. Controlfreak called on the Force.

Control looked at the massive abandoned Bothan Hangar. When he returned to the planet of Bothawui he made a discovery in the mountains... He found an old Clone Wars hangar originally used to hide massive capital ships and large numbers of transports. But now it was Controlfreak's. This hangar lodged in the mountain with it's massive door. He could get any ship he wanted in this thing.

Suddenly, an idea came to him. He smiled. The Force had led him here for a reason, and he now understood the reason. Hopping in his (now renamed) Helios Starfighter, He took off and set hyperspace coordinates for Lehon, with only one thought on his head.

Controlfreak towed behind him another chunk of starship rubble. He borrowed this towing freighter from the TS who so kindly lent it to him. When he first arrived at Lehon, he saw many destroyed vessels including the remains of the Star Forge, ignoring and keeping his distance from the Star Forge remains, he made his way toward the rubble of frigates and a few capital ships. So far he had managed to get several large pieces of frigates and broken capital ship parts into his massive hangar bay. His idea still lurked in his head when he took the last piece he needed. He had all the parts, mostly pieces of old star destoyers and a few Mon Calamari frigates. Ha! he found a frame. And old broken Mon Clamari Cruiser used back during the Galactic Civil War. it was a Liberty type. A long nose with a remarkable wing span. He had the supplies, he had the space, now all he needed was the energy. Controlfreak called on the Force.