The (TrueSith) Empire

By Niko

The NOD Space Station orbited Mygeeto in a extravagent, yet time-consuming manor, as NOD crew were working frantically to repair it to bring back into commision. Niko was yet to go onboard his vessel, the Predator, when his fleet officer noticed something on long-range scanners. The Space Station had the best scanners of all the ships, and Niko was glad to be aware of this upcoming situation.

"Three ships entering from hyperspace, sir. Two corvette class, one escourt class. Should we make contact?" The officer barley asked this question. Every time it was same-ol' same-ol'.

This time, though, Niko said, "No." The officer almost patched through until he reckognized the meaning of "no". "I want the corvettes in tractor beams. The escourt ship, I will board," Niko said.

There they were. Pirate intercepter frigate acompanied with two IPV patrol craft. There was only one way anyone would know about the secret NOD outpost on Mygeeto. A turncoat. NOD had a turncoat in its midst that was threatening the whole TSA orginzation.

"Incoming transmission coming from our co-leader in DarkSith," the deck officer told Niko.

"Put it through."

Yoda's blurb came up on the wall, then it became clear.

"Yoda! How good to see you again after my long week in the bacta chambers."

"Yes, it is... I have some news to tell you. Masterchief is back. He reported in on time and is back on post."

Niko was concerned. "What was the scan of the ship he flew in on upon his re-arrival?"

"A pirate interceptor frigate. Why?"

"I... I don't believe it..."

*A continuation of Fazem's story*

NOTICE: At this point, my stories are completely fake and have no real-life legitimacy.

On the bridge of the Fury of Pred...

The situation at Korriban looked dim. Pred had sprung his trap but Ultar still had too many ships for the remains of the TrueSith fleet to handle. Even the Fury of Pred had taken a good amount of damage. Pred sighed, knowing that this might be the first, and possibly last, time that TrueSith would lose.

"Holy ****. Pred, sir, we've got a massive BotB fleet headed right for us!!" a captain shouted. There were hushed whispers all among the officers in the Fury of Pred's bridge. He heard one officer whisper "****, now we're screwed," and another, "Perfect, just perfect..."

He then saw the BotB fleet materialize out of hyperspace. A fresh dozen Enforcers along with a now-completed Armaggedon, as well as dozens of frigates, corvettes, and support ships.

On the bridge of the Armaggedon...

Ziemba looked at the radar display. and saw many, many green blips - Ultar's fleet, given the BotB fleet's current transponder codes, and a handful of red blips, from the TrueSith fleet.

"Sir, we've reached maximum engagement range for the TrueSith. Permission to open fire?" a captain asked.

"No, first I want to see how it pans out. And I'm heading towards my battle chamber. You'll be under Hishaan's command for now. Understood?" Ziemba said.

"Yes, sir." the captain grudgingly responded.

By Ziemba

*A continuation of Fazem's story*

NOTICE: At this point, my stories are completely fake and have no real-life legitimacy.

On the bridge of the Fury of Pred...

The situation at Korriban looked dim. Pred had sprung his trap but Ultar still had too many ships for the remains of the TrueSith fleet to handle. Even the Fury of Pred had taken a good amount of damage. Pred sighed, knowing that this might be the first, and possibly last, time that TrueSith would lose.

"Holy ****. Pred, sir, we've got a massive BotB fleet headed right for us!!" a captain shouted. There were hushed whispers all among the officers in the Fury of Pred's bridge. He heard one officer whisper "****, now we're screwed," and another, "Perfect, just perfect..."

He then saw the BotB fleet materialize out of hyperspace. A fresh dozen Enforcers along with a now-completed Armaggedon, as well as dozens of frigates, corvettes, and support ships.

On the bridge of the Armaggedon...

Ziemba looked at the radar display. and saw many, many green blips - Ultar's fleet, given the BotB fleet's current transponder codes, and a handful of red blips, from the TrueSith fleet.

"Sir, we've reached maximum engagement range for the TrueSith. Permission to open fire?" a captain asked.

"No, first I want to see how it pans out. And I'm heading towards my battle chamber. You'll be under Hishaan's command for now. Understood?" Ziemba said.

"Yes, sir." the captain grudgingly responded.

Ziemba then entered his meditation chamber. But this wasn't his ordinary one. It was a custom-built Battle Meditation chamber, built under Ziemba's exact specifications and his watchful eye. App, MIT, even Pred, powerful as they were, simply didn't have the training to take advantage of a Battle Meditation. However, with Kun as his mentor, Ziemba now knew things about the Force beyond their wildest imaginations. He entered a meditative trance, just as calm, if not more calm, than he was at the bridge. He could now see the entirety of the battle, not just the narrow view the radar gave him. Ziemba let his consciousness drift even further from his body, and he was in, no, he BECAME, the battlefield. He knew where the ships were just as if they were organs in his body. He opened a Force link with Hishaan, and let his thoughts enter through his. Though Hishaan was frightened at first (he had never experienced this before), he got the point, and issued orders as per Ziemba's plans.

On the bridge of the Star Disruptor...

Ultar looked at the new BotB fleet.

"Ormis," he said, "which side are they aligned with?"

"I predict ours, considering that they've been fighting for quite some time."

"Alright, then, move all our ships to cover the front, right, and rear flanks. I trust that they'll do a splendid job at covering our left." Ultar said.

"Quite ingenious, if I might say so myself," Ormis stated.

Ultar contacted the Armageddon.

"Hishaan, is it? Okay, then, can you cover our left flank for us?"

"We'll be more than happy to." Hishaan breathed in a tone that would have made Ultar nervous had they not been 'allies'.

On the bridge of the Fury of Pred...

"What is Ziemba up to?" Pred asked. "It's not like him to wait this long..."

"Whatever it is, I don't know how Ziemba got all those ships. He probably had to bring large chunks of scrap metal to pull this off, especially so soon after Lehon." App answered.

"Can we tell which are the battle-ready vessels and which are the scrap metal?" Pred almost humorously asked.

"Apart from the BattleCruisers and the Armageddon, no." MIT said, then added "We're working on it."

On the Armageddon...

Ziemba sensed what was going on with the fleets. Ultar had mistakenly completely opened his left flank, believing that BotB would cover it. It was the last mistake he would ever make. They would cover it, but not in the way he had in mind...

"I think it's time we show TrueSith that we're now allies. Upload the radar 'virus'." Ziemba told Hishaan.

"Yes sir," he replied.

On board the Fury of Pred...

"Sir, we're receiving a message from the Armageddon," a captain asked.

"Let me see it," Pred replied.

Just as he opened it, the entire ship completely shut down.

"****! I should have known better." Pred exclaimed. Just then, the ship came back on-line, except many times better than before. Pred also saw the message: 'We also tire of our pitiful fights. Our gift to you.'

"What the **** happened?" Pred asked.

"I'm not exactly sure. All we know is that our old software got replaced with stuff that's years ahead of us." a captain said.

"Well, I think we should reply, but in a way that won't make Ultar suspicious. Crank lasers to minimum power and open fire on the BotB fleet." Pred ordered.

On the Armageddon...

"Sir, the enemy fleet opened fire, but the shields are hardly taking any damage at all." Hishaan said.

"Their reply, no doubt." Ziemba said. He then ordered the highest-ranking officer below Ziemba and Hishaan, "Commence Operation Peaceful Dominion."

"Yes, sir." he replied, "All hands to battle stations. Crank beams to maximum power, set targeting sights on the Star Disruptor, and await my signal."

"Acknowledged." a gunner said. Over the next several minutes, he saw the BotB fleet moving towards the Star Disruptor in a way that made it look like they were moving in to cover the exposed flank, and numerous ships counted ready.

"Destroy all of Ultar's escort ships, and disable shields, weapons, and engines on the Star Disruptor. I'll see to Ultar personally." Ziemba said. "Hishaan, follow me."

"Yes, my master." his apprentice said, eagerly awaiting his first kill.

In the battle...

When the signal was given, it caught everyone completely off guard. Everyone, of course, except the BotB forces. Ultar's fleet was caught balancing their shields towards the TrueSith fleet. As such, they were caught off-guard and with no shielding protection. In a few seconds, half of Ultar's fleet was destroyed, with the rest having varying degrees of damage. The TrueSith fleet took advantage and carved a path through Ultar's fleet, allowing both the Fury of Pred and the Armageddon a clear shot at the Star Disruptor. In the next few seconds, the massive time machine was crippled. Shuttles from the Armageddon and the Fury of Pred, carry Ziemba, Hishaan, Pred, App, and MIT, were sent to board the Star Disruptor.

They all landed in the same hangar.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but we're lucky you're here right now." Pred said.

"I can't believe it either. But we can shout at each other later. Right now we have some work to get done." Ziemba said.

After several hours of fighting through garrison forces and security guards, they eventually made it up to the observation deck, with Ultar and Ormis battle-ready. All seven men ignited their lightsabers, most red, but with Ziemba's blade a depressing black.

But in the first several minutes, it was quickly found out that lightsabers wouldn't get used. Ziemba picked Ormis up like a rag doll, slammed him around several walls, and threw him out a window. Pred and Ultar were busy trying to smash each other with the same slab of steel. App and MIT were busy with security guards that tried to intervene.

Eventually, Ziemba re-ignited his lightsaber, and stabbed towards Ultar. Ultar spun out of the way, but then quickly threw himself onto the ground to avoid being pulverized by the wall Pred threw at him. Ultar then engaged Ziemba in a fierce battle. However, Ziemba didn't completely fight. It was a game to him, just as his fight in those weeks earlier were a game for Pred. Ziemba then, after several minutes, got thrown into a wall. Ultar moved in closer, savoring this moment.

"Well, I guess this is it," Ziemba said. "Goodbye, for the last time, Ultar. It's a shame we couldn't get to know each other better."

"Goodbye, Ziemba. And no, it's not a shame."

Just as Ultar raised his lightsaber for the finishing blow, four lightsaber blades protruded from various parts of his torso. Everyone felt relieved as Ultar's mangled body fell to the floor, but Ziemba still felt something out of place.

Sure enough, as they were all leaving, Ziemba's uneasiness was realized.

"Who summoned me?" a voice called out.

"Ah...Darth Phobos, is it? How very appropriate. Too bad we have to kill you now. Again." Ziemba replied. He then activated his lightsaber and made at most a half-hearted stab towards the long-dead Sith. She backflipped, and threw her lightsaber back at Ziemba. He ducked, and he himself backflipped out of the way of Phobos's leaping attack. They continued exchanging attacks, until Ziemba got slammed - yet again - into a wall. At this time Phobos also paused and savored her "victory". However, before she could make her finishing move, Ziemba brought out a second lightsaber - this one a blinding white - and began slashing at her with attacks that were all but impossible to block with only one blade. It was just about this time, when Phobos had realized that she had already lost, began to play with Ziemba's mind. She turned into a different female character, one that Ziemba didn't recognize.

"And who are you supposed to be imitating now?" Ziemba asked.

"What sorrow I have for you... surely a kid should know his own mother..."

At this Ziemba stopped in his tracks. He had no memory of his parents. As a matter of fact, he didn't think that he had any past at all. Interestingly enough, all the TrueSith lords that were present started getting unusually nervous.

"Maybe I should reiterate for you some more of your past then, lost child." Phobos continued to play with Ziemba.

"I HAVE NO PAST." Ziemba grunted, and hit Phobos with a strong burst of lightning that catapulted Phobos across the room. He was about to kill her when she again transformed, this time into a strong, honorable man, which Ziemba assumed to be his 'father'.

"You can't hide from your past forever." Phobos said, this time in a voice that almost frightened Ziemba. "You can't keep running from what you were. You'll get tired eventually."

It was at this moment that a lightsaber was thrown and cut Phobos's speech short. But it was not Ziemba's. Rather, it was Pred's.

"Enough of this nonsense." Pred said. "We need to be leaving."

"Agreed." Ziemba said, but for the first time in his life, he felt that his life was missing something... and this unsettled more than just Ziemba.

"I feel that we need to have an emergency council session about this as soon as we can." App whispered to Pred, soft enough that no one else heard it.

"Agreed." Pred replied.

By Niko

**Continued from my last post**

Sure enough, the captain of the Interceptor frigate was masterchief, but this one read of a identity of a person long lost to the NOD clan. It was former Batablue, now leader_colar of the tf clan.

"I don't believe it. Mastercheif was all along batablue. No wonder masterchief never reported in for awhile," Niko pointed out.

"Do you still want the tractor beams, sir?" asked the officer.

"Yes. Summon ANAKINVADER from his capitol ship. I will be needing him to tag along on this mission."

"Long time no see, Niko," ANAKINVADER greeted Niko.

"Yes, indeed, my old friend. I have an assignment for you--well us. We need to board the Interceptor frigate we have in our tractor beams, and settle an old score. Meet me in the central hangar."

"Copy that, boss," ANAKINVADER confirmed.

Both made it into the hangar without trouble.

"Yep," Niko mumbled, "Bata's definitely been here."

"I suppose you have a plan," ANAKINVADER said.

Niko replied, "Follow me."

The two ran down corridors and shot their way through any who stood in their way. They finally found the blast doors to the bridge and Niko ignited his lightsaber that he stole from the previous mission.

"Where'd you find that?" ANAKINVADER pondered.

"On my last mission above Lehon. I found it in a ship's corridors."

The two kicked the blast door open together, and when they say Batablue, ANAKINVADER said, "Aloha!"

That instant, hidden smoke bombs went off and lasers went flying. Niko tried to swing the lightsaber around like he were a Jedi. He blocked a couple of shots miraculously and he thought he felt the Force flowing through him.

"I feel something! I FEEL SOMETHING!!" Niko shouted.

Two seconds later the lightsaber was shot out of his hand. "Ahh... I'll try again next time," Niko replied to the incident, and pulled out his blaster and started firing.

After half an hour of dealing with smoke and destroying the auto-turrets, Niko and ANAKINVADER found Bata leaving the bridge and heading toward the engine bay. Odd place to go to, Niko thought. Sure enough, it wasn't, as there was a whole row of escape pods ready to be lauched. The two chasers started firing at Bata, but he was only hit in the foot, which didn't do much because he crawled right to an escape pod and closed the door. Just before it lauched, Niko pulled a tracking device from his belt and chucked it at the escape pod. Then, it lauched. The escape pod had a specialized hyperdrive in it, and just after it left, Niko felt a little more relieved. He held two fingers to his eyes, and then one to the space where the escape pod fleed to, and said, "I'm watching you."

"Boss, we'd better get out of here before we suffocate," ANAKINVADER pointed out.

Niko replied, "Right. Lets get off this scrap."

Niko was one step closer to the revenge of his sabetour on Ryloth. Someone had gone and hacked everything: the databases, the history... everything there was on the headquarters on Ryloth. He was already finished rebuilding it, and now he wanted to get his revenge on who might have done this. Luckly for him, he picked up the scent.

By Niko

**Continued from my last post**

Sure enough, the captain of the Interceptor frigate was masterchief, but this one read of a identity of a person long lost to the NOD clan. It was former Batablue, now leader_colar of the tf clan.

"I don't believe it. Mastercheif was all along batablue. No wonder masterchief never reported in for awhile," Niko pointed out.

"Do you still want the tractor beams, sir?" asked the officer.

"Yes. Summon ANAKINVADER from his capitol ship. I will be needing him to tag along on this mission."

"Long time no see, Niko," ANAKINVADER greeted Niko.

"Yes, indeed, my old friend. I have an assignment for you--well us. We need to board the Interceptor frigate we have in our tractor beams, and settle an old score. Meet me in the central hangar."

"Copy that, boss," ANAKINVADER confirmed.

Both made it into the hangar without trouble.

"Yep," Niko mumbled, "Bata's definitely been here."

"I suppose you have a plan," ANAKINVADER said.

Niko replied, "Follow me."

The two ran down corridors and shot their way through any who stood in their way. They finally found the blast doors to the bridge and Niko ignited his lightsaber that he stole from the previous mission.

"Where'd you find that?" ANAKINVADER pondered.

"On my last mission above Lehon. I found it in a ship's corridors."

The two kicked the blast door open together, and when they say Batablue, ANAKINVADER said, "Aloha!"

That instant, hidden smoke bombs went off and lasers went flying. Niko tried to swing the lightsaber around like he were a Jedi. He blocked a couple of shots miraculously and he thought he felt the Force flowing through him.

"I feel something! I FEEL SOMETHING!!" Niko shouted.

Two seconds later the lightsaber was shot out of his hand. "Ahh... I'll try again next time," Niko replied to the incident, and pulled out his blaster and started firing.

After half an hour of dealing with smoke and destroying the auto-turrets, Niko and ANAKINVADER found Bata leaving the bridge and heading toward the engine bay. Odd place to go to, Niko thought. Sure enough, it wasn't, as there was a whole row of escape pods ready to be lauched. The two chasers started firing at Bata, but he was only hit in the foot, which didn't do much because he crawled right to an escape pod and closed the door. Just before it lauched, Niko pulled a tracking device from his belt and chucked it at the escape pod. Then, it lauched. The escape pod had a specialized hyperdrive in it, and just after it left, Niko felt a little more relieved. He held two fingers to his eyes, and then one to the space where the escape pod fleed to, and said, "I'm watching you."

"Boss, we'd better get out of here before we suffocate," ANAKINVADER pointed out.

Niko replied, "Right. Lets get off this scrap."

Niko was one step closer to the revenge of his sabetour on Ryloth. Someone had gone and hacked everything: the databases, the history... everything there was on the headquarters on Ryloth. He was already finished rebuilding it, and now he wanted to get his revenge on who might have done this. Luckly for him, he picked up the scent.

By Ziemba

NOTE: This is not a continuation of my previous posts, rather, a whole new series, depicting Ziemba's and Fazem's feud.*

Fazem looked over his battle fleet. He knew that his old rival, Ziemba, was planning something and planning something big. He knew he had to kill Ziemba before Ziemba could initiate his plans. His tactical coordinator briefed him over their best target.

"Raxis Prime. A junkyard for dead vessels. There's probably trillions of tons and innumerable credits to be made of all the scrap metal down there. It's also pretty heavily guarded by BotB forces. All our scouts know is that Ziemba is using it as a testing ground for prototypes. Most are never enlisted, but many are ver, very capable."

"Then why doesn't he use them," Fazem asked.

"Either not efficient enough or too costly." the coordinator replied.

"Anything else?" Fazem asked.

"Nothing of tactical worth. However, a report that came in only a couple minutes ago said that Ziemba's digging for something. They can't even guess as to what it is, but they're tearing up the whole planet for something."

"In other words, Ziemba's up to something. Which means its my duty to stop him." Fazem boldly stated. "All craft, prepare to enter hyperspace."

A few hours later, the battle group arrived over Raxis Prime. At once, they were attacked by twenty different kinds of fighters. A couple frigates were destroyed almost instantly by torpedo bombers.

"I don't know what Ziemba's standards are, but they're pretty damn high, if these fighters didn't make the cut." Fazem noted.

"Agreed." his aide said.

Just then, a huge shot, similar to a superlaser, missed the bridge by just a couple dozen meters. Emergency sirens deafened the bridge.

"****! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!!!" Fazem shouted.

"No idea sir. Whatever it was, our scanners aren't picking it up." a pilot said.

"Then bring us around for a visual!" Fazem shouted back. The ship came back around, and there Fazem saw a second SSD-scale design, with the main gun detaching, and shooting madly. It wasn't just a gun, amazingly. Rather, its own ship.

"What the..." Fazem breathed.

"Damn. We're going to have a hard time pulling this off." a gunner said.

Back on the Maximum Destruction...

"Nice shot, laser brain. I thought I told you to aim for the ship itself, not the bridge." Hishaan was obviously infuriated.

"But sir, we would have had a much higher *erk*" The gunner fell dead, his neck snapped.

"I could've done a better job in my sleep. We could've killed it with a hit anywhere with a superlaser. I guess if you want a job done right nowadays, you need to do it yourself..."

"Not to worry, sir." an officer tried to calm him down. "This ship has enough firepower to take on the entire enemy fleet itself, without the superlaser."

"Then prove it to me. Convince me that your design isn't trash and this ship isn't a waste of resources."

"Not to worry, my lord. Send all supporting ships back to defend the shipyards. For us, engage the enemy fleet."

"Are you sure you want to put such an investment to such a risk?" a lower officer inquired.

"I'm perfectly confident that the Maximum Destruction is more than capable of taking them on itself." the leading officer stated.

"As you wish. Prepare all guns for fire, and angle the deflector shields."

"Sir, the enemy is trying to retreat. Your orders?"

"Activate the Interdictors," Hishaan cut in. "We can't have anyone, especially not Fazem, from knowing of our base here. They'll be especially tempted to sabotage our mining operation here. And that's exactly the opposite of what we need here."

"As you wish," the lower officer stated. Beam cannons began to lance towards the enemy fleet, destroying most of the ships. The Devastator, Fazem's heavily modified Titan-class BattleCruiser, began to return fire. The shields began to fall steadily, but not so much that the hull was threatened. Just then, all of the BotB fighers swarmed out of the main hangar bay and began chewing over the survivors

"About time," Hishaan commented. "You apparently have a poor selection of crew members, officer." The fighters, similar to the one the Ziemba flew at the Battle of Lehon, and one of the few prototypes to pass Selection, were impossibly agile and deadly. The bombers alone had enough missiles to take out the Devastator by themselves. Before long, only a very crippled Devastator was left standing for the DarkSith forces.

"Permission to blow that scrap heap out of the sky?" the officer inquired.

"No. Someone's coming that has a score to settle with Fazem." Hishaan said. And, as if on cue, the Armageddon came out of hyperspace.

"I trust you have a good reason to drag me out here." Ziemba said.

"Of course, my master. I assume you recognize that ship." Hishaan stated.

"Ah, yes. Thank you for bringing Fazem to me on a silver platter. I'll be going on the ship to end this once and for all."

"Of course, my master. I'll have all our ships too busy to shoot at the Devastator. Commander, inform all ships that they need to start scavenging."

NOTE: This is not a continuation of my previous posts, rather, a whole new series, depicting Ziemba's and Fazem's feud.*

Fazem looked over his battle fleet. He knew that his old rival, Ziemba, was planning something and planning something big. He knew he had to kill Ziemba before Ziemba could initiate his plans. His tactical coordinator briefed him over their best target.

"Raxis Prime. A junkyard for dead vessels. There's probably trillions of tons and innumerable credits to be made of all the scrap metal down there. It's also pretty heavily guarded by BotB forces. All our scouts know is that Ziemba is using it as a testing ground for prototypes. Most are never enlisted, but many are ver, very capable."

"Then why doesn't he use them," Fazem asked.

"Either not efficient enough or too costly." the coordinator replied.

"Anything else?" Fazem asked.

"Nothing of tactical worth. However, a report that came in only a couple minutes ago said that Ziemba's digging for something. They can't even guess as to what it is, but they're tearing up the whole planet for something."

"In other words, Ziemba's up to something. Which means its my duty to stop him." Fazem boldly stated. "All craft, prepare to enter hyperspace."

A few hours later, the battle group arrived over Raxis Prime. At once, they were attacked by twenty different kinds of fighters. A couple frigates were destroyed almost instantly by torpedo bombers.

"I don't know what Ziemba's standards are, but they're pretty damn high, if these fighters didn't make the cut." Fazem noted.

"Agreed." his aide said.

Just then, a huge shot, similar to a superlaser, missed the bridge by just a couple dozen meters. Emergency sirens deafened the bridge.

By LordApp

I'm going to be writing my own series of the aftermath of the Battle of Lehon. This will be my own series, so I dont want anyone trying to continue it. The time frame in one week after the great battle.

Prologue

App sat alone in the communication tower of the TrueSith academy on Korriban. A narrow building located on the far left of the academy, the tower served as TrueSith’s base foundation of communication. Every report in the Sith empire was relayed through it-listening posts, planets, fleets, patrols, supply lines- all forming the wealth of information TrueSith possessed. The structure was invaluable, and was careful guarded by elite Dark Troopers, the best soldiers in the army.

Normally, App would see tons of reports appear on the consoles, thousands of information and numbers consuming his vision. Today, however, it was rather pathetic. Only 50% of routine updates came into view on the computers, and everyone knew the answer. TrueSith had lost sixty percent of their fleet at the damn Battle of Lehon….

Its greatest victory. Its greatest lost. The death toll was unimaginable- Six hundred thousand TrueSith casualties and nearly a million BotB soldiers dead or were consumed by the living energy of the Star Forge. Hell, that battle was almost TrueSith’s downfall, as Pred barely survived and was currently in unfavorable conditions. If not for George and his sacrifice of his own body, TrueSith would have lost its foundation, in the form of their leader….

On the other hand, TrueSith did benefit from Lehon. BotB was crippled, since Ziemba and Hishaan were missing in action, their fleet scattered, and their main bases comprised. No one could argue that BotB was officially….crushed. The Armageddon was now in TrueSith custody- Hishaan must have ordered to abandon ship during the final stages of the fight. The remains of the Truesith fleet, composed of the Fury of Pred and the Armageddon, retreated to Kuat.

Kuat was no empire’s planet. It was shared by ISB, Truesith, and EoA. Each factor had their own shipyards, all using them for their own general purposes. With TrueSith crippled, TrueSith was in a state of depression, desperate for needed supplies and relief. Brezzic had gone to Coruscant to address this problem. Still connected with the ISB council, App was confident that Brezzic could get the aid TrueSith desperately needed…..

Suddenly, a distinct bleeping sound caught the attention of his ears. Realizing it was his personal holographic communicator, App reached in his robes and activated it. The holographic image of Brezzic came into view….

“Ah, my friend, how goes your talks in the Imperial Bureau Center?” App said proudly.

“Excellent” Brezzic replied. “Stptn has granted TrueSith access to their supplies, under fair conditions and prices. Our fleet will be rebuild, rearmed, and our forces will stand at full strength at three months time, at most.”

“But I am sure that you haven’t called me just for a simple upgrade, correct?” App questioned

Brezzic grinned. “You are correct. I have a mission for you. An extremely important mission.”

“Speak,” App replied.

“An ISB patrol was doing a recon of the Atzerri system. They detected a MK2 Star Destroyer orbiting the planet. Signatures and images indicate it is a BotB ship. Transmissions intercepted and decoded revealed that Hishaan himself is hiding in the city of Talos on Atzerri, with a local garrision protecting him.

“Wow,” App laughed.

“Bloody hell ya,” Brezzic said. “Since our fleet is currently exhausted, I want you to join Pulv’s VF Mandalorian fleet and capture Hishaan…alive…..we need the information he possess. I’m already contacted Pulv and he is on route to Korriban to extract you. He’ll fill you in on the rest of the details.”

“It will be done, master.” App said with seriousness.

“I know it will” Brezzic replied with a smile. And his image faded away.

“Time to end this! Once and for all!” App shouted. He stepped out of the room and toward the elevator…..

By Ziemba

*A continuation of my previous post*

Ziemba boarded the shuttle destined for the Devastator alone. No troops, no pilots, no gunners, no one, not even a cleaning droid, went with him. However, he never steered for the hangar, but rather, directly for the bridge itself, as if in a suicidal move. And Ziemba knew that if he didn't pull off this new Force technique quickly, it would doubtlessly be suicidal.

Ziemba vented the cockpit to space, and - without an environmental suit to protect him from the vacuum - he jumped, and landed directly on the hull of the bridge. He began floating away from the ship, felt his lungs crying for air, but Ziemba merely reined in the Force all the more, and brought his feet back under him, created oxygen for his ailing lungs. He took his first step - slowly at first, as if it was his first step - but began building confidence, and after a couple mroe steps, walking in space was as easy as walking on dry land. He bounded up to the catwalk in front of the bridge - supposedly to assist in repairs - and looked in at Fazem's understandably terrified, gaping face.

Ziemba looked in, smiling at his old adversary. Then it quickly turned into a snarl as Ziemba busted the windows of the bridge, and leapt in before the emergency panels could close. Fazem hurredly ignited his lightsaber and tried a feeble charge at Ziemba. It, of course, failed. In one smooth, elegant movement, Ziemba brought out his black lightsaber, cut off his foe's right hand, brought out his white lightsaber, and put them right in front of Fazem's neck.

"How... interesting that you would choose to attack a well fortified planet such as this..." Ziemba noted. With his remaining hand, Fazem tried to electrocute Ziemba, but before Fazem knew it, his other hand hit the floor, and he was helpless.

"Surely you should know better by now..." Ziemba felt a little deprived. They were worst enemies of each other, after all. Ziemba should have had the privilege of being able to tear the whole ship apart, and not just disarm his opponent in two seconds. 'Oh well.' he thought. 'I guess I get to indulge myself some more. So much for multitasking.' He then viciously beheaded Fazem, and then tore the whole front off the bridge. He then bounded back up to his waiting shuttle.

"Hishaan," Ziemba said, "Take a Star Destroyer and head for the Atzerri system. Let's see if we can't cut into the gang lords' profits."

"Yes, master. I assume this shall be going towards the Rebuilding?"

"Yes, indeed. I'll be having a conference with the TSA about it so we don't have a fleet banging on our door the moment we get construction ships in the system. After that, I'll be watching over it personally."

He entered the Meeting Room for the TSA... at once everyone in the room put their hands on their lightsabers. "What now, Ziemba? I know you're not fool enough to attack us all at once."

"Indeed I'm not. I've come to inform you that we are re-building the Star Forge, yet again." Ziemba raised his hand for silence as shouts filled the room. "Alas, this time we are not using it for military purposes. Rather, an enterprise. A chance to make a few credits. Or a couple trillion"-Ziemba got a few chuckles on this one-"This Star Forge will not contain a military AI. Rather, the bare minimum to enable to run without the need for a commander. It will only be able to produce the minimum number of warships and defenses to defend itself from pirate attacks. All other shipbuilding will be entirely for commercial purposes."

"I guess it's all right - assuming that what you've said is true." Stptn replied. Everyone else agreed that it was perfectly legal and would not arouse military interest - assuming, of course, that Ziemba wasn't going to rebuild his military. However, as Ziemba left the room, everyone became hushed again.

"Pred," Desolous replied, "do you think this will be acceptable? As you already know, we already approve of it."

"Actually, I'm a bit concerned." Pred commented, "And here's why: Several days ago, Fazem was killed by Ziemba. Now, of course that's of no primary concern at first, but, it is given the information that more than half the fleet - which was pretty sizable, if I might add - was destroyed within the first five minutes. This sounds an alarm in me that Ziemba's already been trying to build up his military again. Whether or not he's using the Forge for commercial purposes, it'll be foolish for us to give Ziemba that kind of shipbuilding potential.

"Also, intel we've intercepted from Fazem's spies indicate that BotB is tearing up Raxis Prime. And I have a hunch as to what it is." At this, Pred brought up a holo-screen, and began flicking through pictures. "Early in the Clone Wars," Pred lectured, "Count Dooku did the exact same thing, digging up the planet. What he found could have very well destroyed the Republic very early in the war - a Force Harvester." Gasps filled the room. They remember the tales of this. Someone shouted "This is outrageous! It was completely destroyed by Anakin."

"We believed the exact same thing of the Star Forge," Pred retaliated, "and now where are we? I'm lucky to be standing here right now. Raxis Prime is a world ripe for inventions and re-discoveries. I would perfectly believe that Ziemba would try to bring back the greatest horrors of the Clone Wars, except far more potent than they were back then."

"So then," Stptn answered, "what is it you're proposing?"