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The Reunification of Anagonia (Attn: Unified Sith)

Anagonia
18-12-2006, 20:58
Unified Government of Anagonia - Planet of New Novar

David Zeus awoke with a start. He shook, his reptilian body chilled to the bone. He hissed to himself in disgust, this was the third time this week this had happened. Shifting the heavy comforter he sat up in bed. His chamber was dark, only the shine of the New Novarian moon gave him the any form. He sighed deeply, rubbing his scaled leg softly as he looked down at it. What was happening to him? Why had he been getting these cold starts? He didn't know.

David was a Komodren, son to the most influencal and longest lasting Leader in Anagonian History. Standing finally while rubbing his snout, the light shone his nake features in the soft hue of a new mornings darkness. He was well built, his body firm and having visible muscle. He stood to about seven feet in height, his tail thumping the floor at a length of five feet. His scaled skin was a dark green, underbelly a soft dirty white that ended just above his abdomen. Nothing else was visible expect for his head, which along with his body resembled that of an Earthian Komodo Dragon.

Looking at the clock on his nightstand, he huffed a yawn. It was 6:42 Morning Time, just early enough to get a shower and get ready for the days business. There wasn't much reason for going back to sleep. His body needed some warmth, and a shower would do it anyway.

So, after a lengthy hot shower, David cleaned himself and dressed for the day. Looking at the clock after he put his shirt on and tighteneing his pants belt, he smiled. He had stayed in the shower for over an hour, it was 7:45 right now. Good thing the day didn't officialy start till nine o'clock! He chuckled to himself, then reached into his drawer and gathered his lightsaber and data PAD. Placing both on his Master Jedi robes, he went from his chamber and down to the Unified Congress.

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Confederate Systems of Anagonia - Planet of New Kretani

Oscar Vladinchi was in his bathroom shaving his beard. It had become a habit ever since the Exodus for him to make a new image, a new life, for himself. Once being a dire-hard Communist, he maintained his beard just for that significance. But now, as things changed, so did he. Several decades had passed since the Exodus ended, since everything calmed down. It had taken this long to become content with the exile the Galactic Empire had placed on Anagonians as a whole.

He fliched, nicking himself with his blade. That was stupid. Oscar sighed, then continued to shave.

There wasn't much left of the Old Anagonia, he knew. Reports had been very specific. Every world that was once beautiful had been transformed into an ugly piece of trash. Droid Foundries, Munitions Factories, everything imaginable for a war machine. It was as much an insult to the Exiled Anagonians as a victory for the Empire. He hated it, so deeply. Novar had been disgraced, her beautify torn to shreds from the Planetary bombardment. And Delphi, the beautiful Water World, the Jewel of the Republic. Nothing but Acid pools now.

Oscar washed his face, finished shaving, and put some kind of liquid on his nick. It closed up, he hissed at the pain, but shrugged it off as he cleared his throat. He looked at his knife, seeing how much his beared had grown during the night. Shaking his head he cleaned it, and shethed his knife. Standing up and drying his face with a towel, he breathed deep, then exhaled. Today was the day he would tell everyone about his plan.

He went from his bathroom and left his chamber. He made his way to the shuttle pad. Oscar Vladinchi would purpose the impossible at the Unified Congress.

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New Republic of Anagonia - Planet of New Delphi

His counciousness awoke, as did his vision. It turned on to the world outside of his computerized brain. He felt confused for a moment, wondering what happened to the imaginary land he was in. Then realization came to his intelligence. He, Prometheus, had dreamed once again. A three-fingered robotic hand came to rub across the metalic elongated snout. He made a groaning sound, distorted by his speech amplifier. Then, slowly, he walked from his bed unit.

Prometheus stood there, a tall and impossibly intelligent Droid. His frame resembled that of the B-1 Battle Droids of the old Confederacy of Independent Systems. Prometheus was a special type of these war machines. First of his kind, first to become self-aware, and first to dream impossible dreams. He was created as an experiment some eight-hundred years ago. Now, he was one of many. He was a Sentient Droid, well recognized throughout the Unified Governments as a living entity. He was the Sentient Droids leader, he was their father, he was their first.

His silver body gleamed in the morning sun, but he took no notice. His chamber was empty, void of any creature comforts. The bed unit he had shut down in had simply twisted back into his wall. He didn't require the unit to survive, no. He was a self-contained entity, capable of substaining himself. Every part of his mechanical body was to ensure this. Even his power cells. The only part that would EVER require anything more than lazily put together parts was his brain. That, on the other hand, could be his weakness.

His human creators had thought of everything well enough, however. He was greatful for them. He still remembered his fathers face, and he remembered his first emotion when he saw that face. Confusion.

Prometheus managed a chuckle, emitting from his voice unit as a distorted cackle. Too early in the morning, he thought to himself. Going out onto his balcony, he was taken back by what he saw. A beautiful ocean, all around. His complex resided on a Colony in the middle of New Delphi's large blue expanse. Prometheus surmised that if he ever had lungs, he would have died from lack of oxygen by how many times he was still shocked by the beauty of his new Homeworld.

Yes, beauty. Prometheus had learned this concept hundreds of years ago. He had learned much, in fact. So much that he wanted others to share it with. That's why he came forward boldly and asked his human creators for help. That's why he started the first Foundry in Anagonia, oversaw the units creation, and helped create the most magnificent Artificial Intelligence the humans had ever seen. His beloved brethren were magnificent. Not one was alike.

Prometheus had succeeded in much. He had made sure that if he ever went offline, there was to be more of him. He believed himself unique, a feeling placed there by the constant words of his father. He knew his father would be proud of how well he maintained himself, how well he kept himself, and how much he had did to make sure that Sentients and Organics could get along.

Putting his metallic hands behind his back, he watched as a mssive ocean waved crashed against the Colony structure. If he could smile, he would. He loved seeing nature, loved seeing the true nature, work against the creations of both artifical and organic creatures. Yes, he loved this place, he loved it so much he would do the impossible.

Pormetheus had been in constant contact with Oscar Vladinchi. He had the right idea, Prometheus believed. Perhaps the Empire would be a better choice nowadays.

Turning around and slowly walking from the balcony, he decided to head for the shuttle pads. He needed to be in the Unified Congress. He must purpose what seemed impossible to the organics, and to some of his own brethren. But it was a logical choice. If Anagonia was to become one with the Galactic Scene, it was best to do it without too much bloodshed.
Anagonia
21-12-2006, 19:53
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Anagonia
22-12-2006, 01:43
Unified Congress of the Anagonian Systems - Planet New Novar

David Zeus stood at the podium of the Unified Congress. Behind him, the sentient Droid Prometheus and the once Chief General Oscar Vladinchi. A few hours ago they were all in a heated debate concerning what was on their minds. Together they raged on about the consequences and benefits of Prometheus' and Oscar's hard-set appeal to the Galactic Empire. Four long hours ensued, much of it jibberish. In the end, however, they all agreed. Prometheus was right. It was better to end it without bloodshed.

David knew instantly why he had so many cold spells for the past week. It was the Force intertwining around him. The Force warning him. It was too late. There was nothing to do but agree with common sense now. He sighed as he waited for the Congressional answer to the three leaders unified purposal.

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Galactic Empire - High Orbit - Planet of Coruscant

Space folded in on itself in a warped fashion. Bolts of what seemed to be lightning erupted from three central points in an odd formation. The light grew intense, then seemed to go super-nova. Scanners everywhere would pick up a boom of some sorts. Energy and matter condensing into Real Space after such a long journey through Sub-Space.

In the aftermath of the event three ships sat motionless above Coruscant. Each having a different insignia of a different Star Government on their side. A Venator-Class Star Destroyer with the insignia of the New Anagonian Republic. An Hellfire-Class Battlecruiser with the insignia of the Confederate Systems of Anagonia. Then, in the center, a massive one kilometer long Anagonian Battleship with the insignia of the Unified Government of Anagonia. It was from this lone Battleship the message was sent.

It was simple, direct, and to the point.

We have returned. We request an audiance with Lord Palpatine
Unified Sith
04-01-2007, 17:42
The jewel of a million worlds glistened in the orange glare of Coruscants only sun. Scuttling to and from the urban world travelled an infinite cue of traffic, each one containing passengers, cargo and other assorted goods which gave the empire her purpose.

Great ships of war glided silently through the traffic lanes, randomly stopping unsuspecting ships, capturing and sometimes destroying those discovered to be rebel foes. Yet, the dais of the Obsidian throne was empty, shattered thanks to a great schism in times past. The former state of Anagonia had separated from the emperors benevolent wisdom, choosing rebellion in the face of almighty wisdom.

Many died thanks to such curious disobedience......

And so it passes, the anticipated arrival of lost brethern have returned home to mend broken ties.

Emerging just beyond the inhibitor field three ships of war ploughed forth from warped and tangled space, their insignias clear to the Imperial navy, and more importantly expected by the emperor himself. As with most things within the Galaxy, Emperor Palpatine foresees much.

The Imperial Navy remained belligerent to this new presence within their space as a simple broadcast was transmitted.

"Welcome home, the Emperor Incarnate has been expecting your arrival for some time. Please, dispatch a shuttle to the Angaonian docking bay." The voice was typically Imperial, though curiously enough feminine and, if the receiver had been organic, haunting.
Anagonia
08-01-2007, 20:02
Prometheus observed the simple message from his command station. A cold, metallic finger pressing the on-screen buttons on one of the command screens. Everything seemed to be going well, and all calculations pointed to a diplomatic outcome. Of course, Prometheus concluded, this was not a very diplomatic situation. He stood erect, standing over the Battleships bridge.

He had just handed over an entire galactic nation to an Imperial Empire. This, by definition, was a surrender.

A long, mechanical sigh came from Prometheus' voice mechanism. It was soft, hampered by the cackle of a worn speaker system. Prometheus added a refit for his aging parts on his list. It was past due time anyway. Looking over the bridge he quietly observed organics of all species and his robotic brethren working for a common good. He *felt* a sense of accomplishment. This was a goal long in achievement.

Prometheus concluded he would rather *die* then see everything Anagonia had achieved be destroyed. He concluded the Imperial Empire wouldn't do anything too serious to hamper the Sovreignty of Anagonia. He concluded he could be wrong.

With another elongated vocal sigh, he turned around and headed for the ships elevator system. It wouldn't be long before he would have to meet Palpatine. He felt sorry for David Zeus then.

Somehow he believed David would find this more amusing than he.

Coruscant - Anagonian Docking Bay

The shuttle landed without much trouble. Streaming jets of flame ensured that the shuttle would not tilt or land at the wrong angle. The landing struts tounched down, creaked from the strain, then adjusted properly. A few minutes later everything was quiet, and a docking door on the side opened. The walkway touched the metallic surface of the bay, and seconds later Prometheus' droid-like feet clacked the surface. Similar sounds came from behind as Armed Escorts stood beside their leader. A few Sentient Droids and a couple of Marines. Prometheus didn't dare allow anymore than this, it might seem rude.