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The Star Republic Venator Class Star Destroyer Endeavour hung in orbit above the Capitol Planet. The Planet-wide city shone with lights as the Endeavour was over the dark side. Whilst the Star Republic already controlled nearly Two dozern Starsystems, resources were running low, the star systems had supported the Star Republic for several centures allowing planets of nearly unrivled scale and technology, and the large Starfleet. The Senete had ordered that the Venator Class seek out new colony worlds on which the Star Republic could Find resources.

On the Bridge of the Endeavour, Captain Jeno Rel, looked out the extensive viewports down at his new ship. The Massive Form of the Endeavour belayed belief. Her role as a Battleship and carrier was impressive and was able to hold up 100 V-Wing fighter and 50 futher ARC-170 starfighers, as well as multiple other starcraft and ground based combat vehicles, her armamnats were equally formidable

The Endeavour powered up her engines and began to move away from the Capitol. Once Clear of all Starbase;s she engaged her Hyperdrive and sped away into Space.

Back on the Bridge, Jeno was sat in his office, just to the left when the door chime sonded
"Come in" He called looking up. A Tall man, in robes walked in, A Jedi knight, his lightsaber clearly at his side.
"Captain Rel" The Jedi said.
"Feto Compo" Jeno smiled "Welcome aboard"
"Thanks Jeno, it's been too long" Feto smiled.
"Indeed, the Senate told me Jedi were being assigned to the Venators, about twelve hours ago" Jeno grinned.
"Last minte huh?" Feto asked "Though I'd hope your glad I'm aboard"
"Between you and the clones, I actually feel really safe" Jeno smiled getting a drink from the dispenser for Feto.

The Endeavour continued through the Star Republic, as did many other Venators, heading for the Frontier of the Star Republic, to begin the Colony Search.

EDIT/OOC: I hope this is an open RP

Rothbardlund was an anarchist world, with no official government, no military, and no taxes. Its economy had grown strong over the years, as the market had driven the planet towards greatness. In times of great need, however, the militias the world depended on for defense would coordinate defense of the planet. Now, the Council of Licentiapolis, an organization dedicated to inter-militia communications, was meeting.

Trath Korum, General of the Green Star Space Militia, held the floor. "Gentlemen, the Rothbard, a merchant vessel of the Austrian-class from the Conglomerated Shipyard Corporation, caught glimpse of a massive battleship on its long range scanners, 20 parsecs from Rothbardlund. As we believe this could be an emergency, we have convened this meeting and contacted the Rothbard to keep us posted on the situation."

A clamor arose in the hall. Never before in the history of Rothbardlund had such a huge vessel of unknown origin ever come so close to the planet. Something had to be done. Discussion raged on.

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Meanwhile, on the Rothbard, Captain Traven Mallus broadcast a message to the behemoth.

"Greetings, unknown vessel, we welcome you into the region surrounding Rothbardlund, free planet. Are you here to trade?"

Command and Control Bridge

Jeno looked out the viewport again, looked first left to his left to see the starfighter bridge, then forward at the planet they were approaching.
"Well, we may as well trade, we've got some things aboard, we may find a supply of what we need without invasion or colonylization" Feto commented.
"I agree, tell Nomar to scan the system for other Class M worlds, we can still have a colony here" Jeno replied.
"I would advise you send me down alone first, they might find the clones a bit scary" Feto grinned "And if they cause trouble, I can handle myself, at least long enough for back-up"
"Very well, Open frequencies" Jeno said, the last to a comm officer "Rothbardlund, we are indeed willing to trade, we will enter orbit in two minutes, we shall send a reprasentative down"

As the battleship entered orbit around Rothbardlund, news spread like wildfire through the small population. Amateur astronomers pulled out telescopes, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ship as it orbited the planet. Still others, such as cult leaders, proclaimed the doom of the entire planet for its wickedness before the Divine.

The merchants of Rothbardlund, however, smelled blood in the water. Their small, sleek vessels approached ship without caution, hailing the ship and asking for permission to peddle their wares. War vessels steered clear of the mighty warship; with a single strike, the battleship could swat away half the military of Rothbardlund.

The militias of the world welcomed the repesentative sent down to the planet with open arms, hoping to defuse any potential hostilities. Trath Korum met the representative himself and bowed in the Rothbardlundian custom.

"Greetings, stranger. We welcome you to Rothbardlund, freest planet in the galaxy. May I ask from what part of the galaxy you come from, and what your mission is?"

The Endeavour ignored the merchent ships after sending down the shuttle with Feto aboard

Planetside

Feto stepped out of the shuttle and towards the person who was meeting them he said:
"Greetings, stranger. We welcome you to Rothbardlund, freest planet in the galaxy. May I ask from what part of the galaxy you come from, and what your mission is?"
Feto bowed in return "My name is Feto Compo, representing the Star Republic, we are in search of colony worlds, but also trade opportunies" Feto replied

Trath Korum led the man along the chaotic streets of Licentiapolis, largest city on the planet. He led him to the militia headquarters, where several militiamen gave crisp salutes to the two men.

They passed a row of computers, their lights twinkling as the stars, to a single workstation in a recessed portion of the wall. Trath put his eye to a retinal scanner and the machine fired up. With a series of key strokes the Rothbardian System was projected into the room.

"This, my friend, is this solar system. We call it the Rothbardian System, named for Murray Rothbard. Of this system, there is but one other rocky world, currently orbiting the planet we call Locke. It has a moon, Jefferson, that is rich in hydrocarbons and metals. It would be a harsh world for a colony, but there is plenty of room in this system. A few mining colonies run by a few companies are there, but I'm sure they'd respect any colonies your state places there, should you purchase the land from whoever owns it."

"I'd expect that the Endeavour will be able to go and check" Feto commented looking at the projection "Do you have anything you are able to trade at this point?"

There was a pulse and a burst of intense light as the DEV If At First You Don't Succeed reasserted itself in the cold materialism of the universe. The ship glimmered and refracted distant starlight, adding definition and subtle color to its gleaming silver body. It was a vast ship, able to carry millions within it; comfortably and for long durations, making it one of the more commonly seen Myenyan vessels/habitats.

DEV's were Designated Explorer Vehicles, roaming the galaxy in search of interesting subjects, new worlds and novel species; coming into a greater prominence following the multiple contact event that had launched Myenya onto the galactic stage of Involved civilisations. Now the ship turned its ponderous sensors to flicker and flow across the system it found itself in, searching for the source of communications bursts it had detected.

I'm certain there was something here, utterly certain. I'm sure we'll find something soon The hovering drinks tray tilted this way and that, its cargo thankfully empty as it regarded the nominal captain of the ship. Thoughts? I do like to pick your brain on these matters.

"Heh." Avan Lafi chuckled gently, drumming one hand against the tabletop while the other raised the glass to his lips. Sweetness bubbled over his tongue, hiding the acidic tang of liquor, he let his hand lower again, before regarding the hovering tray which currently spoke with the voice and authority of the shipbrain. "Hyperintelligent, likely the most capable thing in the system, perhaps even the local group, and you want to pick my brain?" He leant his chin into his now empty hand, letting the digits crawl across his face, scratching idly before sliding into his short blonde hair, ruffling it boredly, bemusedly. "You surprise me, ship"

You'd hate it if I became anything so much as resembling predictable

"Oh, no doubt. I'd suggest we move in slowly, send out a message. See who's about, you know?"

I had similar thoughts; a standard introductory message has been put together, ready to send at the earliest possible convenience.

"Let's go with that then"

Glad to see we're in agreement; I'll bombard the local area, see what we can rouse up.

To whom it may concern,

Greetings star-brethern. I am the Shipbrain of the Myenyan Collective vessel, the DEV If At First You Don't Succeed. We picked up signs of sentient space-going life in the vicinity, and felt like popping in to say hello. We come in peace and wish only to instigate contact and to learn more about you.

Please respond

The Endeavour picked up the Communication and Jeno listened to it on the Bridge.
Greetings star-brethern. I am the Shipbrain of the Myenyan Collective vessel, the DEV If At First You Don't Succeed. We picked up signs of sentient space-going life in the vicinity, and felt like popping in to say hello. We come in peace and wish only to instigate contact and to learn more about you.

"Interesting" He commented "Helm officer, set a course to head towards the origin of that system"
"Yes sir" The Helm officer replied "What about Master Compo?"
"I'm sure he'll be fine on his own Leiutenant" Jeno responded "Launch Alpha Flight to stay in orbit and keep an eye on MAster Compo"

As the Endeavour began to move away from the Planet, heading towards the comm signal four ARC-170 Starfighters exited through the hanger doors that had been opened to let them out and remained in orbit of the planet.

Back on the Bridge Jeno waited to see the origin of the comm signal before replying

Trath turned to Feto, a slight smirk on his face at the question of what he had to trade. "Look around. I am but a military man, hired for defense by individuals and companies. All I have to offer is military service in exchange for gold, the standard currency on this world."

"Who on your world would be the best to speak to about trade then?" Feto asked , then remembering the merchent ships he'd felt in the force "Those ships in orbit?"

Trath patted Feto on the back, and lead him outside. A cool breeze swept away some of the earlier heat, and as the sun sunk beneath distant mountains, the city lights started to come on. The bustle of the city continued unabated in the darkness, as the three million people continued their work.

Now, in the bustle of the street, Trath answered the question. "It depends on exactly what it is your nation is looking for. This planet is full of businesses. Galactic companies come here to make use of our lack of taxes to their benefit--and ours. If you name it, you can find it here."

"I'll keep that in mind" Feto commented "Would you permit more of my people to come down to the planet?"

In Space

The ARC-170's were flying in and around the other ships that were in orbit, running sensor scans as they passed.

Yet all was not well. A short hyperspace jump away lay a planet on the boarder of the Galactic Empire of Charzak. The Empire itself stretched across two other galaxies along with the nearly 500 systems held in this one. The Empire is in league with all the Sith of the galaxy and togehter they work to kill all Jedi. Some Sith are even given commands of whole fleets to hunt the Jedi. This was one of those fleets. The planet below this fleet burned. All the inhabitants dead or captured. The ones who have been captured have been implanted with control devices to make them slaves. On board the dreadnaught Sith Legacy the Charzakian Sith Admiral Shimrra sensed the sudden appearence of the Jedi.
"All troops return to your ships now! I have sensed a Jedi, the hunt is on!"
All transports on the ground lifted off and returned to their vessels. All fighters began docking but their crews remained at the ready. Shimrra turned to his Sith bodyguards, one a Wookiee, the other a Zabrak.
"Shall we begin my friends?" They nodded on Shimrra ordered the fleet into hyperspace following the Force presence of the Jedi.

2 hours later the fleet arrived. 20 dreadnaughts, 30 cruisers, and 35 frigates emerged from hyperspace into the meeting place. Shimrra opened a comm frequency to the ships and to the planet below.
Attention. This is Sith-Admiral Shimrra of the Galactic Empire of Charzak. We find you pathertic excuse for a fleet to be quite funny. If you wish to preserve your ships however you will surrender all Jedi. If not lets just say that you wasted your resources and soldiers in order to preserve the lives of a few. Choose wisely.

Shimmra turned to the officers on the bridge.
"I want shields and weapons at full power. Even if they surrender the Jedi we'll slag them."

Endeavour

"By the Force" Jeno exclaimed as the Massive fleet dropped from Hyperspace "General Quarters all hands man your battlestations, Helm officer, prepare to ump to hyperspace!"
"What about Master Compo and the ARC-170's we've got out there" Commander Nomar Relo asked.
"Against a fleet that size? We're a Star Destroyer but we can't face up to a fleet that strong on our own" Jeno said "Withdraw"
The Endeavour shot of into hyperspace, homeward bound.

Planetside

Feto staggered forward slightly as he sensed the arrival of a sith. He immediatly set off at a run, contacting the ARC-170's in orbit.
"Clones, REPORT!" He asked.
"Large fleet just appeared, the Endeavours retreated" Alpha one responded.
"Alright, land your ships in a back-water, I'll try and meet you there, don't let that fleet see you!"

"Well one less ship to slag. Trace the jump for conquest later. The Jedi is on the planet anyway. They shall pay for having no honor. Launch an attack on the fleet in orbit and bombard the largets city."
The fleet then moved into an arrowhead formation designed to crush the defenders. Thousands of fighters dropped out of the fleets hanger bays and raced toward the defenders. Turbolasers flashed concussion missles were launched and beings died. All the while one dreadnaught targeted the largets city ont he planet and let loose with a salvo of laser fire.

Casualties were horrific. Thousands died, hundreds of ships of all kinds erupted in flashes of light. Militia units were disorganized by the initial and sudden appearance of the enemy. Communications with the planet became near impossible.

Licentiapolis, largest city and home to half of the planet's 3 million people, was filled with craters. Where once the people walked with boldness, with upright self-belief in nation and self, there was a deep and deadly fear.

Trah Korum gave the order through what remained of his communications to beg for mercy and surrender to the overwhelming might of the enemy until some sort of liberation force from outside could be found.

Shimrra heard the order for surrender over the comm frequencies and laughed. He took the comm.
Unless you surrender the Jedi all your cities will be destroyed and the survivors taken as slaves. Capture the Jedi and disarm them.
The fleet had taken little damage from their primitive opponents. Three ships lost their shields but they were back up again in a few moments. Simrra turned to the commander of ground forces Onimi. "Prepare your troops for landing. At my signal launch and wipe out the inhabitants."

Official communication:

To: The Empire of Charzak
From: The Terran Federation Department of state

Subject: Statement to the galaxy and Ultimatum

The Federation, has seen the plight your “empire” has created, and will not stand for this in its own back yard, and such we officially pledge our support against the empire of Charzak . We have not come to this conclusion lightly . The dictator of Charzak invaded a small and helpless neighbor, and committed genocide against millions of people. As this event unfolds, President Mike Logan in accordance with the senate’s approval has declared that on this date April 6th 2812 that with in 24 hours, if The Empire of Charzak dose not stand down and withdraw, and pay reparations to those affected by its grosse disregard to life and liberty of sentient lives. That the United Terran Federations military might and the moral spirit backing it will engage in a full scale military assault against The Empire of Charzak and its forces. Our objectives are clear: Charzakian forces will leave the nation it has invaded, The legitimate government of the nation under attack will be restored to its rightful place . We have no argument with the people of Charzak . Indeed, for the innocents caught in this conflict, We pray for their safety. Our goal is not the conquest of Charzak . It is the liberation of nations it has attacked. It is our hope that somehow the Charzaki people can, even now, convince their dictator that he must lay down his arms, withdraw from this genocidal campaign , and let Charzak itself rejoin the family of peace-loving nations. Right now the Federation has ordered its fleet to full military alert, deployments of troops and other forces are on going. Do not force us to use might against you.

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Star Base 209 Federation Border, masses of ships began to form around the base, hundreds of vessels ranging from Albany class escorts to galaxy class medium cruisers to massive Essex class battle carriers, these ships one by one dropped out of Inter-Phased warp drive, their forms glinting in the light of the near by system. Admiral Alexi was in command, the fourth and eighth fleet had been ordered to execute the attack if word from the other government did not arrive soon, he sat back on the hovering chair in the middle of the massive bridge on the Enterprise, tens of personnel walked throughout the large bridge working on holographic consoles taking data PADD’s and handing them off, it was quiet, silent but tense.

No one know when they would be going or if they would be going, four hundred Federation star ships of various sized called up for this battle and possibly war. But they all knew what they where doing, they all knew they would be fighting to stop an evil empire if things got out of hand. The darkness of space was endless the hundreds of ships themselves where nothing more than a dot in the utter expanse of darkness.


Several unmanned and cloaked probes had jumped away from the star base heading towards Charzakin territory at high Inter-phased speed. Their duty was to collect as much information if the strike was necessary.

Feto had met up with the Clones and they had gone into hiding iin a mountain area where they would be able to hide until the Endeavour Coule return.

Star Republic Space

A Fleet was being gathered. Already nearly Twenty Venator Class Star Destroyers had already arrived, with more on the way. Thirty Acclamator Class assault ships were already in a holding pattern

Encrypted Transmission
TO: Terran Federation
FROM: Star Republic Sente

It appears that we have a problem on the Planet of Rothbard. And the Star Republic fears it is our fault. The Attacks appear to be Sith, out to kill a Jedi Knight on the Surface. The Star Republic has no wish for the Wanton destruction of a planet and we are gathering a fleet to return to the system.
END MESSAGE

Highly amusing. The ship had formed this opinion, mirror-fields up and operational, as it had watched the enemy fleet arrive to rend and rip and brutalise. Such things were amusing commonalities, it was led to understand. Wars, invasions, the idea of owning and controlling, the futility of their limited aspirations. The ship could have plucked countless from the planets surface, displacing them into its own mighty bulk; it could have launched hypervelocity warhead constructs, displaced antimatter into the hearts of the ships; displaced drones with their knife missiles and missiles proper...It could have done all of these things and more; swamped their primitive electronics and meagre intelligences with but a fraction of itself...Alas no.

Instead it waited and it watched, ever ready to flee, to lay the groundwork for its own escape back to hyperspace and away from this system of curiosity. Perhaps...Perhaps it could stay, perhaps there was more yet to do.

The shipbrain lay silent now, billions of thoughts flowing every second, a swirling sea of data and probability. Even a being such as itself, likely the most advanced for hundreds of light years, had no conception of what could unfold here...

To: Terran Federation
From: Galactic Empire of Charzak

It seems we have a misunderstanding. The recent events that have occured are in no way endorsed by the Empire. This Sith-Admiral has given us problems in the past and recentley has gone rouge taking a fleet of little importance. Noticably we have tried to contact the Sith-Admiral on many occasions to little avail. While the Empire approves of the extermination of the Jedi, we do not commit genocide on other intelligent races. However, if the actions of this rouge Sith-Admiral in anyway provoke you to attack us, we will not hesitate to return in kind. A fleet to retrieve the rouge will be sent in three days time. Untill then please refrain from attack as we will bring this matter under control and it does take time to assemble the fleet.

The Star Republic Fleet was still gathering as they awaited a responce from The Fedeal Union.

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