Star Wars: The Day After [FT][IC][TELEGRAM FOR ENTRY]

[Orostan]

Pride of Corellia

"The Republic was coruppt. We aim to fix that if we win. You do know it was lead by a Sith Lord, Palpatine, for a time, correct? We will be different. Not so bound by Corporations and Corruption, paralyzed with ineffectivity. I respect you and your reasons, and I'll give you a choice. Join us, or go with the rest of your men to Mon Cal and be trialed. You choose."

Meanwhile in the Orbital docks, the Mercenary forces sped away with their two new corvettes. Imperial bases on the planet below were being raided for ships, with transports and fighters being modified by Rebel engineers to suit their needs. The fleets next destination was the planet of Pax, and the worlds on the way. The formerly Inperial Quasar class was being repainted in Alliance colors in orbit, repaired, and restaffed. X wings replacing TIE fighters. Former Seinar Systems TIE factories were repurposed into X Wing, A Wing, and Limited B wing factories. One squadron of B wings was replacing a Y Wing group on the flagship, the Pride of Corellia.

[Greater Persian State]

Anthem of the Confederacy of Independent Systems

On Hyperspace Way to Mustafar

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The CIS fleet soared through hyperspace, on its way to reclaim Mustafar for the Separatist Alliance and for freedom. Kalani sat in his command chair, pondering his next moves. When one of the pilot droids whispered something to him. Kalani nodded with satisfaction. Eriadu had fallen. A key imperial system, before long they would be sending a fleet to retake it. Kalani would not interfere, but he thought it best to approach the Alliance to the Restore the Republic, despite some differing aims. Taking down the monstrous Empire was foremost. Kalani prepared to record a message. He stood on his bridge and spoke.
I am General Kalani of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, Supreme Commander of the Separatist Armada. I wish to congratulate you on your heroic victory. Every system taken back from the tyrannic empire is a victory for the both of us. Though we may have different politics, the destruction of the Empire is foremost for both of us. I propose a partnership. Nothing public, but coordination and cooperation to see the Empire fall to ruin, to see every last Imperial flag fall, and to see the Flag of Liberty raised. Please contact me, I'm sure our arrangement will be for the best." The message was sent. Every telescreen on every Rebel ship above Eriadu saw the video message. Even the room where the two Admirals, victorious and defeated discussed terms of surrender. Hopefully they would get the message through.


Mustafar, Surface

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Kalani had reached Mustafar. He found an old command post from the Clone Wars. He entered and found many a security battle droid, marked with red paint, slouched over control panels. Shut down. Kalani instructed to Battle Droids flanking him to reboot the shut down security droids and get the station running, with fully operation scanning equipment and anti-air defenses. Kalani found lots of encrypted data, fortunately, his programming gave him full knowledge of Separatist code. He was pleased with the data, they included ship prototypes, droid prototypes, and more. He also found a few shuttles on the landing pad. He was very pleased. He would search the rest of the planet and reboot hundreds of more droids to provide security. He also found the astounding lava plains and falls. A few Mustafarian thieves running around on Lava fleas. He did not search a large amount of the planet, but it was theirs. Yet another world for the Confederacy. Kalani returned to his ship, but not after instructed a few droids to start mining and sending up the minerals.


Onboard the Restoration

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Kalani entered a conference room. The table was jet black, and window showing space covered most of the left wall. The fleet still stayed above Mustafar to rest and collect minerals. Kalani pressed a button, and the two other Confederate commanders appeared as holograms to discuss strategy. Kalani began.
"I will report that Mustafar is ours and its resources, my next stop is Raydonia and Hypori, which I shall also claim for our movement. Everything is satisfactory here. I calculate Raydonia will be an easy prey. I have also extended the olive branch to the rebels, what say you?"

[Zhaas123]

Pride of Corellia
Blaelm sighed then began to speak "The Empire is different now, the Emperor is different now, when the Empire was first declared it was full of those who wanted to help the Galaxy, wipe away the evils that had plagued the Republic. Most of the men that wanted to do that are gone now, not all of them killed by rebels, killed by the Admirals and other scum put in power after Palpatine became more paranoid, he needed people loyal to him not the Galaxy. I don't trust you rebels, but i've seen 19 years of death, war, and chaos. I don't like this but I'll join your Alliance.

Blaelm closed his eyes after saying that, and let out another sigh.

[Parcia]

Eriadu

The CR90s were a welcome expansion, giving the fleet a better escort capability and anti-fighter screen. The crewing of each ship was interesting. While the troopers had been on the ground they had a run in with the locals after a squad was caught in a cross fire of two street gangs. Taking care of both gangs with ease the troopers were corned by locals who mistook them for Storm troopers. It was the quick thinking of a sergeant that cooled the situation by talking it out with them.

After taking on a few volunteers and new employees the CR-90s linked up with the fleet in orbit and were properly staffed and crewed. Tera made a note to give a bonus to that sergeant. As this was going on, a small negotiation was happening on the purchase of the BTLs (Y-wings) from the rebels to replace some of the ARC-170s. It was planned to replace them all save the ones retrofitted for heavy gunship missions and even then the LAAT/is were proving to do just that.

Her fleet had made port in system to repair and rearm while she pursued a contact who had hinted at some sets of old Clone commando armor he had acquired.

[Orostan]

Pride of Corellia

"Thank you. You'll be given command of an MC80, The Alderaan, and given 3 CR90 corvettes, Four Quasar classes, and two MC40 classes. Welcome to the Rebellion. I hope that we can both work to building a better nation, one that does not have the oppressiveness of the Empire and the corupption of the old Republic. Now excuse me, I have business to attend to. Please take a shuttle from the hanger bay to the waiting MC80, which will take you to briefing at Mon Cal."

Caleb left the room, and Blaelm left to the hanger bay. On the bridge of the Pride, a response was organized for the CIS Rememant.

"Thank you for your offer of Frendship, Kalani. We are prepared to attack Pax and the worlds inbetween it and Eriadu. We would enjoy it if the first act of cooperation between us is the supply of new ships and fighters to the rebel cause. You will be given safe port above Alliance controlled planets. Thank you for your offer, consider it accepted."

The new Rebellion ships began to form up, and disappeared into hyperspace to Darkknell.

[Ormata]

Kuat System
ISD Opulent
Imperial 42nd Fleet

Gallou lit his deathstick. Imperial officers might have not been supposed to smoke, though it was important to release every once in a long while. Yavin had happened. How the hell had Yavin happened? Who the heck had let Tarkin command something? Gallou had never quite liked the man; he had the nasal quality that had become so perverse in Imperial society. It always seemed like he was about to admonish you or something, before going back to clubbing seals or whatever Tarkin liked to do on his off time.

Yet, Gallou smoked, sitting in his comfortable chair. Why did people seem to enjoy standing; sitting was the rage. Chairs were invented for something, and while outside he might expect it, in his office it was far, far more comfortable to simply sit. The Coruscanti could feel the intoxicants in his blood, the warm feeling one might get near sleep about him like a blanket.

Hmm…he kicked about some thoughts. That Captain Nassau, CO of the Phalanx, he had been itching for a fight, last time they had talked. The man was from Corulag, Gallou thought. He was one of those “Model Imperials”; a straight back, clipped accent, and little morality marked him as a tool. His concepts of battle were interesting, though lacking in total vision. Gallou called-up the man’s Academy scores, his record. It was nice, though could be better. Could have more vision.

The Admiral got-up from his chair, smoothing-out his uniform as he crushed the deathstick into particles on the ashtray. Popping a little mint into his mouth, he crushed it, feeling the cold iciness of the thing clash with the warm atmospheric feeling the deathstick had. Gallou paused, letting it settle, before walking-out onto the gray bridge.

Dark grey uniforms everywhere, and the viewports showed the 42nd’s sister fleet. The Crimson Fleet. Admiral Winterborn was talented, Gallou had heard, yet he possessed another infectious trait. He had too high of an opinion of himself, he trusted his weapons too much. He was zealous, and the only reason he existed was because Winterborn was brought under the wing of an instructor. The tale was well-known amongst the older Admirals. Winterborn...whoever has such a strange surname. His fleet’s paintjob was one which Gallou did not approve of, either; they were supposed to be professionals, not barbarians. The fleet was no place for a TIE pilot to command a Star Destroyer, nor a fleet of Star Destroyers.

“Lieutenant, hail the Excidium. Request a situation report.” One of the uniformed officers, one of the few women, began to tap on her own console, and Gallou waited, looking out at his own fleet.

The Crimson Fleet lacked effective starfighter abilities; it had no dedicated carriers, save for the two Venator-class vessels. Those were outdated, though; one broadside and the entire port section would be gone. The 42nd had no such issue. The Pantheon awaited, in the distance, a vast shape with a bridge that was antiquated yet with hangers that were well-equipped. Gallou was proud of such a thing.

[Greater Persian State]

Anthem of the Confederacy of Independent Systems

Above Mustafar, Onboard Restoration

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While Kalani discussed with other Confederate leaders, a Commander B1 accepted the request for alliance.
"We'd be proud to ally with other freedom fighters. In return for use of Dac shipyards, we'll give you a portion of Mustafarian minerals and a some equipment. We'd bee happy to coordinate operations as soon as we secure some more systems." The B1 saluted to the rebels and turned off the communication. The droid then turned to the window to observe transport taking minerals from the surface to the vessels above.
As the last few shipments of precious Mustafarian minerals were packed into the ship, and one transport of minerals was sent to Dac for the Rebel Alliance. The ship set off for Hypori, jumping to light speed and moving quickly.

[Orostan]

Caleb's Fleet

The normal duties of the communications officer onboard the MC90 Cruiser, Pride of Corellia, were interrupted by the CIS transmission. The officer quickly wrote a response and sent it, then went back to his normal duties.
--
We accept your offer. Please deliver these recources to Eriadu. We would be pleased if we were able to produce our own Providence class carrier destroyers. Thank you.
--
A few hours later the fleet exited space above Darknell, using a strategy developed by Grand Admiral Thrawn, a precise hyper jump into a good position, stolen from the databanks of the Couroucant's Fury. Star fighters appeared right next to the sheild bubbles of a Star Destroyer, and began striking at it before it could launch fighters, Several Y Wings pennetrating the reactor dome of the Star Destroyer, causing a reactor breach that many star fighters just barely escaped, with 13 Fighters failing to escape it at all. The ships then moved onto the trio of Victory classes, X Wings and A wings dueling with TIE fighters. The rebel blitz was continuing, and this attack was the embodiment of it. One Victory class was downed as the Alliance Capitol ships focused fire on each, destroying them one at a time. About 13 Transports, farther away, were presently being destroyed by one MC80A that had driven into the middle of them, spraying them with blaster fire all the way, but it's fighters struggling with TIE bombers launched by the transports, with the engines and hangers of the MC80A damaged by bombs. Within several minutes the Rebels has secured the orbit of the planet, and transports had been dispatched to invade it as a popular revolt, smaller than the one at Eriadu, but a revolt nonetheless, swept cities on the surface of the planet. The fleet had lost, in total, 13 Starfighters, one CR90, one Nebulon B, and and MC80A had been damaged.

[New Metropolitan France]

Yavin IV

Despite the reports of battles being waged across the galaxy, Yavin had to be evacuated to account for the possibility that the Empire might dispatch a force to seek vengeance for the death of Tarkin. The Death Star had been destroyed, he could see the ruins of it floating in the distance, but the Empire now knew the location of the Rebel Base on Yavin. Consequently, Admiral Zeen Lens had been ordered by his superiors in the Alliance to defend Yavin and aid in the evacuation effort. Zeen's fleet was positioned around the moon, and was in the process of deploying it's GR-75s to the rebel-held temple on the surface. Zeen hated being tied to a single location like this, being unable to flee if a larger enemy force arrived without leaving behind his transports, but it was a necessity. But no matter, the Rebels on Yavin would want to leave just as quickly as he did, although the garrison of Alliance troops had several vehicles to load which would take some time. After helping them leave the system, he would join the war against the Empire in earnest. As was his norm, he began to create two planned courses for the likely situations his fleet might face: one for if the plan went wrong and his fleet had to leave without the transports, and another route to attack a key Imperial planet once the evacuation of Yavin was completed. Smiling, Zeen began to brief his bomber pilots on the offensive. It would soon be time for his fleet to draw blood.

[United Democratic Christian States]

Halogram

"This is good news for the confederacy! Although I don't like the rebellion, maybe us and the new Republic could co-excist. That is if we win the war. Also about Mustafar, this will bring the shipyard up and running faster. Maybe as little as 5 planetary Rotations before we can get some Fighters and smaller vessels.....Thank You Admiral" He Drucks then disappears going back to his bridge

Geonosis

Hendricks thought to himself about what working with the rebels would be like and possible co-excistence. But he was quickly interrupted.....

"Sir, we have a situation" says one of the pilot droids at his station. "their appears to be a small group of geonotians wanting to speak to you at Factory A10"

"I thought the geonotians went extinct by the empire?" Nether the less ready my shuddle and bring me a squadron of battle droids...."

[Greater Persian State]

Anthem of the Confederacy of Independent Systems

Hyperspace Route to Hypori, Onboard Restoration

---

Kalani nodded as the hologram of Hendricks spoke. "Very good. The construction of the shipyard will be critical. I calculate that within 5 planetary rotations we can produce at least a few vulture droids, Tri-fighters, and gunships. Perhaps after 30 rotations we can have the equipment to begin producing larger ships and even dreadnoughts." As Hendricks was distracted by his aide, Kalani heard. "Speak to the Geonosians Admiral. Make sure they are friendly, stay safe." Kalani saluted and cut the transmission. He proceeded to go to the bridge, where he was told that Hypori was just about to appear. Kalani knew that Hypori had some old droid factories he hoped to reactivate. He also knew that the planet was entirely abandoned. The fleet came out of hyperspace. Kalani began to instruct his battle droids.
"You know the drill. Go to the surface, activate the factories, input new programming, and begin production." Kalani's elite group of 8 Commando droids saluted and proceeded to the planet. Kalani watched from above as once more, another planet fell to the might of the Confederacy. It would not be long before they were done here and would be off to the next stop, Raydonia, another forgotten planet.

[Ormata]

Kuat System
ISD Opulent
Imperial 42nd Fleet

Gallou watched a flight of TIE/IN fighters fly past the viewport. A Lieutenant had informed him; Darkknell had been hit. The battle had become a rout, though reports were sketchy. Gallou was working with off-the-books comms. He wasn’t supposed to know of the region, just his own. M17 was far from Kuat.

Apparently the Rebels had jumped into the system, near to the Star Destroyer. They had jumped close enough that they were hitting the vessel before fighters were even launched. At least, that was what the video footage, bad as it was, indicated. It cut-off with the destruction of the Star Destroyer.

Gallou turned it off, as he stood at the central console. There was little use in watching it multiple times; the Rebels were using Imperial tactics. That was not unexpected; he had heard of several rumors, of Imperials surrendering and being given commands of capital ships. What was unexpected was how ready the Rebels were prepared to reveal their tactical knowledge. Darkknell was not a particularly noteworthy planet, and the system was not noted for any strategic value. Perhaps they were simply eager to win battle after battle. Perhaps they were stupid.

No. They weren’t stupid. That much was noted, and obvious. They simply held more cards, and held them close to the chest. Gallou looked out at his fleet again, twisting his mouth, and what he saw the second time was poor. Darkknell had suffered from incompetent leadership; the Victory-Class Cruisers weren’t close enough to aid the Star Destroyer. That much was obvious. That formation was loose; Gallou’s was tighter, stronger, and the fighters that flew patrol outside were capable of defending the formation until the rest were launched.

Yet the Pantheon was a large, poorly armed vessel. Her shields would need to be retrofitted, strengthened. That much was necessary. Another thought fell on Gallou; the Victory-Class had Concussion Missiles. Bursting those in empty space would create vast spheres, and Gallou knew that the X-Wing did not have supreme shields. They would be shredded. The only issue with such a plan was the vessels, friendly, within the blast. The CR90 was good, yet the shields were not the best. Specific areas would need to be designated.

Gallou ordered one of the attaches to go and get the launch coordinates calculated, before closing the video. The Admiral in charge of Darkknell would not be honored. That much Gallou knew. He was incompetent. Kuat would be different.

[Theyra]

Y'Toub system
In orbit around Nar Shaddaa
Yei Sukdenz

Yei had just left the port and was holding position around the moon. He was going over his latest bounty, a smuggler that was wanted in several systems. He was hiding out in Nar Shaddaa and thought he would be safe there. He was wrong and it was a rather easy bounty. The guy must have thought that the no one could find him or would try to. Yei was just going over the payment and the credits were transferred to his account. The contact was lucky was on Nar Shaddaa at the time and he did not have to bring the bounty across systems. Though it did strike him as odd that the contact as on Nar Shaddaa and he thought that the contact was more legitimate. Either way he was paid and he hoped that the smuggler would see some justice.

He brought up the galaxy map and looked at it. Hmmmm so either I train or look for more bounties, he thought to himself. He had not trained in a while and his ship was not the best place to practice. He decided to try and train and look up his places to train. He usual goes for the more remote places and at times goes back to Tython. So far that place remains hidden from starmaps and is a refuge of sorts for him.

He opted to train at Tython, so he plug in the coordinates for the system. As soon as had the coordinates in, he jumped to hyperspace and it would be a while till he reached his destination.

[Greater Persian State]

Anthem of the Confederacy of Independent Systems

Hyperspace Route to Geonosis, Onboard Restoration

---

5 days had passed since Hypori's droid factories had been reactivated. Raydonia had also been claimed, and now Kalani returned to Geonosis to observe construction of space dockyards. The latest expeditions had left several remote, isolated, outer rim worlds in the hands of the revived Confederacy. These included:
-The Geonosis System
-The Mustafar System
-The Hypori System
-The Raydonia System
Each one with specific function and use to the Separatists. Mustafar for minerals, Geonosis and Hypori for droid production, and Raydonia for strategic position. However, the time Kalani and the Confederacy spent being hidden was running out. Sooner or later, the Empire needed to find out. Now the system the Confederacy would attack was in debate. Kalani calculated that two options would be best. Raxus, for being strategically placed and being the capital of the Old CIS or Malastare rich in fuel? Kalani sent transmissions to his colleagues, asking for advice. Super Tactical Droids rarely asked for advice, but now he needed it. Anyhow, he was needed at Geonosis more then ever. He wanted to do some weapons design and oversee some ship production. Soon the ship would be coming out of hyperspace, Kalani looked out the front windows. Confident in the future, the odds were in their favor.

[Parcia]

Tera Cyrus
Jade Finch
Hyperspace

She re watched the holo-projector as the Finch dashed through hyper space at top speed.

Again the ghostly image of her famed ancestor spoke. "So, you have chosen the path that i did so many years ago. First, head for the coordinated included in this recording, just plug them in to your nav computer. Do not any else know you are going there, and only bring those you trust with your life."

She had heard rumors of undiscovered planets, but this one confused her. He went on. "This world is were they began, the monks that would one day become the Jedi, yet if i am correct, its location would long be forgotten by the time this is playing."

The recording ended with a single word:

TYTHON

[Orostan]

Malastare

The planet was much the same as it was during the Clone wars. But instead of the Republic, there was the Empire. The Dugs, bound in slavery harvesting fuel, worked on the surface. Imperial transports orbited above, taking on the vital fuel supplies. Two star Destroyers, an assortment of Corvettes, and 3 Victory classes were arranged neatly in Orbit. Several unmanned Dreadnought cruisers sat at a space dock in orbit. And everything was just normal. That was, until Rebel ships began to drop out of hyperspace inside the formation of Imperial ships. MC80s fired into the bottoms of the Star Destroyers, aiming for the reactors. As TIE fighters began to launch, Y wings began strafing the hanger bays of the ships, supported by MC80 and MC90 fire. Smaller Rebel ships provided anti fighter support, with TIEs being hit as soon as they left their hangers. The Victory classes came closer to the battle as a Star Destroyer exploded due to a reactor breach. The Imperials were smarter this time, and attempted to roll their ships over, the Rebels doing the same. Several Y Wing squadrons began to close on a Victory class, escorted by A Wings and X Wings. They deployed their deadly payloads as close as they could, ripping through the Victory Class and watching as it exploded and they flew away. As the Star Destroyers were destroyed one by one, the fleet moved in, minus a damaged MC80 and a Nebulon B. A Rebel CR90 was ripped apart by some TIE bombers, while Transports attempting to escape were eliminated, although 2 managed to flee. The battle was long and hard, but by the end of it the rebels had lost one CR90, one Nebulon B, and 2 squadrons of Starfighters. All would soon be replaced, and the damaged MC80A would be repaired. Malastare had fallen at a higher cost, and the Dugs revolting on the surface helped by Starfighter air strikes began to prevail against the demoralized Imperial troops.

[Theyra]

Tython
Yei Sukdenz

He spent five days training on planet and was getting better at his lightsaber training. He trained not that far from his ship and the master that was recorded in the datacron was teaching him well. Yei control over the force was also getting better and he had to use some of his skills on the flesh raiders that found his camp. He normally lands away from them but, a forward scouting group had found his camp and attacked him. "Well I guess that is enough training and I should head out now". He said after dealing with the raiders. He pack up his camp and boarded his ship. He place his lightsaber and datacron in a hidden compartment in his quarters.

He started up his ship and was going to depart when he had a sudden vision of his master. "Yei, do not leave Tython yet". "For another one strong in the force will come here for guidance". "You must stay and go to the temple in the west". His master showed him where it was and with that his master's ghost disappeared."Another Jedi? Yei had several questions but knew that they was only one way to find them out. Flew his ship to where the temple was and landed in a clearing near it. He took out his ,blaster rifle, pistol and lightsaber. He waited by his ship and scouted the area for more flesh raiders.

[Parcia]

Tython
Tera Cyrus

The Finch shuddered as she screamed through Tython's atmosphere. The ships computer had told her little about the world, other then it was assumed lost years before hand and had been uninhibited for over a thousand years before hand.

The map on the first Data card pointed her towards a temple some miles west, yet the only suitable landing zone was a long walk away.

Turning her first ship's engines off she went back in to the rear of the craft to look for her gear.

Fitting a light jacket over her cloths she found a small pack of rations and a water canteen. She slung the E-11S sniper rifle over her shoulder and holstered her DL-18. She slipped the holocron, data cards, and the light saber in to her bag. Making her way down the ramp she made sure to close it and lock it, she didn't want some one running off with her ship. Hitting a button on her comlink a small panel opened and a platform lowered. Sat on this platform was a 74-Z military grade speeder bike. She had found it in the hold of one of the CR90s they picked up in Eiadu and had it stowed on her ship.

Sitting down on her prize she hit the ignition and sped off down the path.

This world was strange. It seemed to buzz with life as she sped through it's undergrowth. She felt something, something tugging at her mind as if trying to guide her.

Some time later she came to see the temple off in the distance and accelerated.

[Theyra]

Tython
Yei Sukdenz

So far they were no flesh raiders near the temple and Yei felt like the place was secured. He was going to check on his ship when he heard the sound of a speeder. As so as he heard the sound he ran to the bushes and pulled out his rifle. He aimed for the clearing that the temple was next to and wondered if this was the person he was waiting for. He cloaked himself within the force and tried to sense who ever it was coming his way. If that person was strong in the force then it may be the person that he was going to have to meet. He steady his rifle and thought to himself, and if this person is not then he hopes they are not imperials.

[Newne Carriebean7]

Teth
TX-27 looked at the map of the planet, the reddish tint of the ships in the hologram giving the hint that they were still on planet,much to the droid's ire. he had wanted them to be out gaurding the planet, not staying on surface to allow the enemy to strike! sighing, he called up the captains of the frigates,seeing seven battle droids with yellow stripes,indicating that they were commanders.
"yes sir?"
"why are you not in orbit above the planet yet?"
"oh, uh- b1-2345 can answer that."
the tactical droid clicked a button, leaving just six commanders in his sight.
"b1-2345,why are you not in orbit yet?"
"because we need more time to prepare."
"for what? invasion?"
"um, yes."
"we are not going to invade, that was a poor excuse lying,so get your can in space before I shoot it out of an escape pod!"
"yes sir!"
with that, he disconnected the holograms and was left looking over the command center's production numbers. 35 more b1 battle droids and 5 more b2 battle droids had been made since the sun began to rise. construction of a re-modified ATT with the same rail gun as had been found on another AT-TE had begun yesterday,and was only begining to get the final bolts nuts and other stuffs in. the progress the airfield was making was pitiful, as the necessary supplies had not arrived yet. even worse was the cost a large shipyard for even minor frigates such as a ship half the size of a munificent frigate. warfare or production was not cheap he knew very well. turning to a nearby battledroid who stood at attention, he smirked.
"I want another shipyard to be built,enough to construct a munificent frigate out of,and to hold two more in reserves,now get to it."
"yes sir."
with that, the battledroid walked off to tell the orders to the droid crews on the munificent frigates. the only good thing about the confederacy vessels being on land is that the planet had an extra garrison force of hundreds of battledroids ready to be deployed. the numbers were already around 11 to 12 thousand total droids on the planet, they just needed more of everything. then, he got an idea.
"ready my shuttle, I shall be going with the fleet to watch what they do, you're in charge."
"yes sir."
as the droid acknowledged, TX-27 boarded the shuttle and watched the old palace dwindle away as he began to break the atmosphere in the small craft. he then saw the ship a few minutes into the flight, as the shuttle began to slow down and land on the massive battleship, himself emerging from the shuttle and entering the bridge after a brisk walk.
"I want three frigates and this ship to prepare to jump to hyperspace."
"sir, what of the other ships?"
"they will provide a defense for the planet while the construction of the shipyard begins."
"yes sir."
as he waited, a bluish glow filled his surroundings as the ships leapt into hyperspace.

[Parcia]

Tera Cyrus
Tython

She slowed the bike down and gazed at the massiveness of the ruin as she closed in on it. slowing to a halt she disengaged the main engine and locked the controls, she didn't want some one stealing her bike. She kept her gaze upward as she slowly walked towards it. Something nagged at her mind and she snapped her head towards the forest. Something was there, but she couldn't describe it, but she felt no threat.

She uncliped the holster of the DL-18 but did not draw it, preferring to rest her hand on it as she turned around and entered the temple.

[United Democratic Christian States]

Geonosis

With the Geonosian conversation being a success, and the little amount of Geonosian left on the world will become apart of the overseeing crew as some of them even have experience from the clone wars and are willing to teach other how things are done.

Once he got back to his vessel Admiral Kalani was getting out of hyper space.....

"Ah how are you my friend! We are about to open the shipyard and get production on its feet. Also down on the surface I'm glad to inform you the Geonosians are hungry for revenge for the almost extinction level event the empire did here. Needless to say they are loyal and dedicated and have helped production numbers. Also their are 7 thousand new B1 battle droids and 4 thousand B2 battle droids ready for action.....I'd surest moving them to our new worlds for defensive purposes...."

"Also in response to your message I think we should target Raxus so we say "Were back" in big bold letters without getting confused as pirates leaning pro-rebellion."

[Theyra]

Tera Cyrus
Tython

She slowed the bike down and gazed at the massiveness of the ruin as she closed in on it. slowing to a halt she disengaged the main engine and locked the controls, she didn't want some one stealing her bike. She kept her gaze upward as she slowly walked towards it. Something nagged at her mind and she snapped her head towards the forest. Something was there, but she couldn't describe it, but she felt no threat.

She uncliped the holster of the DL-18 but did not draw it, preferring to rest her hand on it as she turned around and entered the temple.

Tython
Yei Sukdenz

A human and..... she is strong in the force. Vei thought to himself as he felt her though the force. This could be the person that his master told him about. He looked carefully with his scope and noticed that she was both armed and has a lightsaber. This could be the one and he decided to get up from his position. He slowly got up and had his rifle at the ready. Just in case she turned out to be hostile and spoke to her. "So I am guessing that you are the one that I am waiting for". He calmly walked towards her and stopped several feet from her. "And I mean that in a good way and I see you have a lightsaber". "I thought only I know how to get here before and I am guessing you are here for the same reason I am". "I do not want to fight but, I will defend myself if need". Yei spoke calmly and hoped that this human was the one he was waiting for.

[Ormata]

Kuat System
ISD Opulent
Imperial 42nd Fleet

Gallou sighed, going back to his quarters. Nothing of importance was happening, and if he was going to get a Situation Report, it wasn’t going to be quickly. If Imperial Bureaucracy didn’t extend to the highest reaches, it was the fact that everything had to be perfect, or the fact that a new piece of information just came in, or the fact that the world requires a period of the third line rather than a comma.

Sometimes he hated having politicians in the Navy. No. Always did he had that; his hatred was justified. It slowed the military process down to a point where pirates who had no organization were better-organized than the morass that was Coruscant. Pfft...sithspit, did he hate that morass, too. Gallou was glad he enlisted prior to the formation of the Empire. It’d be too much work to get in, now.

He came to his table, sitting again. Another report came-up on the console; this time it was from Malastare. The Rebels had attacked again. The Imperials had failed again; why were they impotent now, of all times? During the Clone Wars they were at least on equal footing. Now it seemed all they could do was defend. Speaking of which...Gallou shoved the idea of an attack on Yavin to the back of his mind. That’d have to wait until he had sufficient force.

He watched it. The Rebels had used their bombers supremely; that was their tactic. Fighter superiority allowed them to engage at-will, to destroy enemy targets easily. Gallou would have to change that.

And so, he ordered something simple. The Ton-Falk Class of escort carrier was a cheap design, though it was fully capable of overcoming any shortages in fighters Gallou might have. He ordered three of them to be built; Kuat had become infatuated with the Imperial Navy. They would build the ships, and build them quickly. The class was derived from the Super Transport Series of Kuat. They knew their own designs. With those three carriers he also ordered the fighters, and had a Lieutenant write-up a sufficient request for more pilots, to fill the gap.

Gallou would not be taken by fighters.

[Parcia]

Tera Cyrus
Tython

Frag... She thought at as she spun and gripped the hilt of the gun, ready to draw it if needed...something told her she wouldn't need it. "Lightsaber, how did you.." she looked down and saw the end of the weapon poking out from her bag. "Frag...well, I'm here...as for why, i'm not sure." She reached in to said bag and brought out the holocron. "I am...Tera Cyrus, I don't know if that name still holds power, but this should." She switched on the button for the Holocron...only for it to do nothing.

"The hell!?" she went about trying to fiddle with it. To the man who was more endowed with the ways of the force, both the saber and the holocron would give off a dark aura. Not that of a sith, but not that of a Jedi.

She would give off the same aura, yet different. If one were to look further they would see flashes of the Cyrus Family past all the way back to the Hyperspace War.