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((OOC: Continuation of this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=448317&page=1&pp=15) thread.))

The Sentient life on the planet was not advanced, at least in terms of technology. They lived in farming and fishing villages, struggling from day to day for survival. The race had evolved from birds, and they still looked it, though they stood more in an up right position then "normal" birds would.

The planet it self varied in terrain, it had oceans, mountains, valleys and forests, though mountains were the dominant type of terrain here.

In orbit, the massive Sith fleet surrounded the planet with ease. The moving objects in the skies were considered "shooting stars" by the life below. Within The Wraith, Lord Malice was now standing, observing her prey.

Another Commander walked up to her, and bowed before her. "Lord Malice, the Destroyers are in place. We await your order." He spoke simply, though fear was evident in his voice.

Malice simply turned, and nodded. The Commander rose to his feet, and walked off. The order was given, and the fleet opened fire on the planet. For the life below, the sky was filled with flames as thousands upon thousands of turbo lasers tore the surface below apart. Forests were burnt, fields were turned into glass, Mountains were leveled.

And this was only the beginning.

There was a general scoffing from the crew of the small corvette of the Draconic Order as they watched a senseless slaughter. At least the Dominion would attack races that could defend themselves, and they hated imperialist stellar nations that weren't them.

As the planet was bombarded into oblivion, a message was sent out from one of the ships.

"If there is any creature out here in this black void intelligent enough to understand this message, let it be known this planet is but one of many that will follow. This planet, this system, and this galaxy will soon be the domain of Darth Malice, and his new Sith Empire. Do not try to interfere with our conquest."

OOC: Bump. It'd be nice if some other FT nations recognised me.

OOC: Bump. It'd be nice if some other FT nations recognised me.

((There already is a FT nation called Unified Sith... he's been around for a long while now. Maybe since you are close in name, and the fact that there are plenty of Sith nations out there, is the reason why you haven't been recognized yet. That, or they are all busy and haven't had time to recognize you.))

As the planet was bombarded into oblivion, a message was sent out from one of the ships.

"If there is any creature out here in this black void intelligent enough to understand this message, let it be known this planet is but one of many that will follow. This planet, this system, and this galaxy will soon be the domain of Darth Malice, and his new Sith Empire. Do not try to interfere with our conquest."
"So, yet another upstart Sith empire arises from the voids of space." Patriarch Masaki said, having just seen the latest intelligence report. "Intruging. I shall have to keep an eye on them..."

The old man took a swig of rice tea and continued to look over the intelligence reports.

Mais System, 0200 Hours

The Imperial Star Destroyer Naimera sat in orbit around the planet Mais II, its hull just barely touched by rays of the system's star as the Star Destroyer was just coming over the planet's horizon.

Finler the ship's third intelligence and recon officer rubbed his eyes once more as he tried to keep from falling asleep. He'd been on duty for the last 6 hours, and he would not be off for another three. He pressed a series of buttons and shifted his monitor's sensors to another quadrant of range. Suddenly his monitor's alert sensor went off. Finler jumped and pressed the button. There was an incoming message. Finler yawned and downloaded it onto his consul and decrypted it and then slowly read it.

Finler jumped to his feet and marched up to the bridge's current duty officer, Lieutenant Mar'kal. The stern man turned to Final. "What is it Ensign Finler?" he asked.

Finler saluted then handed him the message. "We just recieved this report sir, I thought you should be informed," he explained, and tried to keep his eyes unfocused and meeting the harsh Lieutenant's gaze. Mar'kal read the message, his eyes widenning somewhat. He cleared his throat.

"Return to your post Ensign Finler, continue with your duties," ordered Mark'al. The Ensign saluted and march back to his consul and sat down in front of it.

Mar'kal turned to his adjutant duty officer. "I am going to the captain's courters, I will be back shortly." The other officer saluted and nodded. Mar'kal turned smartly and marched from the bridge.

The lieutenant stepped up to the panel door and pressed the open switch. Inside was a small entry room, well lighted and small; a second door was in front of him a few meters away. He stepped up and pressed the comm button. "Lieutenant Mar'kal to see Captain Arcmin." A green button on the door's panel glowed to life. Arcmin nodded and pressed it, the door slid open and the lieutenant stepped inside. He walked into what looked like a replica of a commandat's office at the old Fleet Academy. The captain himself sat in a command chair with a series of monitors and other data aparatus handing around his chair within reach. The captain was a normal man, black hair, blue eyes, and normal peach-white skin. But it was the man's way of speaking that bothered most men.

"Yes Lieutenant Mar'kal, you came from the bridge you did, why are you here, what is it you needed to see me for?" he asked, his head tilted to the side slightly. Mar'kal saluted and handed the message to the captain.

"Sir, we recieved this report from a prode droid on a recon mission in the 5th galaxy quadrant, our orders from Grand Admiral Alabar are to report any activities concerning the invasion of planetary systems and of the arrival of new races or nations. This clearly falls inside that order, sir," said the Lieutenant. The captain nodded. He turned to his left side monitor and pressed a series of buttons. Another part of the message, a small clip of footage, played on the screen. Ships, as large or larger than an Imperial Star destroyer were bombarding a planet, then along with the images came a garbled message:

"If there is any.... here in this black void intelligent enough..... let it be known this planet is...many that will follow. This planet.....this galaxy will.... domain of Darth Malice, and his.....Empire. Do not....interfere....conquest."

Captain Arcmin turned off the monitor and then looked up at the Lieutenant. "Interesting, yes interesting, very interesting Lieutenant. Yes...you will go back to the bridge, back to the bridge and contact Headquarters, yes contact the Grand Admiral. Once you have send on this information, yes send it to the grand admiral, then await orders, then we will await orders," he said, once again his way of speaking slightly freaked Mar'kal out.

"Yes sir," Mar'kal turned and marched from the room, more than a little glad to be gone. The man was clearly off-balance but he'd been given command of an Imperial Star Destroyer and Mar'kal new that the Grand Admiral appointed these commands, so he would make the mistake of putting an insane man in command of one....or could he? Mar'kal shook his head and went back to the bridge to send the message onto Headquaters.

((Were you planning to continue that post, or did you want me to post a reaction?(Though I don't see how thats possible.) ))

OOC: Thats just my intro-post, no reaction needed, unless you thnk your fleet needs to worry about a single Imperial probe droid...