Post by Supreme Chancellor Palpatine on Dec 24, 2005 9:42:08 GMT -5
~Tatooine - High Orbit.~
*The desert planet Tatooine a large sphere not more than a few thousand kilometers away, one Trade Federation droid controller ship exits the realm of hyperspace. The ship elongates for a moment with the extreme deceleration of entering realspace, then rapidly the normal laws of physics regain control.*
*Aboard, High Viceroy Slithith Yoonero of Nemoidia directs those under his command.*
"Captain, adjust our speed to one half impulse, and open the hangar doors, Sub-Viceroy. Commander, launch your fighters. I want this planet taken within the hour."
*Tatooine was nothing more than a dustball in space. A dustball soon to be under Federation control. Well outside Republic laws and borders, it was a hive of slavers, mercenaries, and other galactic scum, with no real executive government at the moment, being in the grip of selfish Hutt betting and gambling agencies. There were two sentient native species according to the Sith Lord who had directed him to begin the invasion, but they should pose no trouble, the Jawas being pathetic scavengers of broken droids and other machinery, while the Sand People also known by the name of Tusken Raiders stayed mostly out of the business of more advanced races. Though they attack anyone they find wandering the desert, this is merely for survival, as the environment, being almost completely devoid of moisture, forces them to use the water found in organic beings, and they shy away from technologies such as moisture vapourators.*
*The desert planet Tatooine a large sphere not more than a few thousand kilometers away, one Trade Federation droid controller ship exits the realm of hyperspace. The ship elongates for a moment with the extreme deceleration of entering realspace, then rapidly the normal laws of physics regain control.*
*Aboard, High Viceroy Slithith Yoonero of Nemoidia directs those under his command.*
"Captain, adjust our speed to one half impulse, and open the hangar doors, Sub-Viceroy. Commander, launch your fighters. I want this planet taken within the hour."
*Tatooine was nothing more than a dustball in space. A dustball soon to be under Federation control. Well outside Republic laws and borders, it was a hive of slavers, mercenaries, and other galactic scum, with no real executive government at the moment, being in the grip of selfish Hutt betting and gambling agencies. There were two sentient native species according to the Sith Lord who had directed him to begin the invasion, but they should pose no trouble, the Jawas being pathetic scavengers of broken droids and other machinery, while the Sand People also known by the name of Tusken Raiders stayed mostly out of the business of more advanced races. Though they attack anyone they find wandering the desert, this is merely for survival, as the environment, being almost completely devoid of moisture, forces them to use the water found in organic beings, and they shy away from technologies such as moisture vapourators.*
Marc quickly regained his sences when an ominous voice creaked over his commsystem, "You are in violation of Federal space. Power down your weapons and prepare to follow transmitted coordinates." A full wing of droid starfighters added the real threat of death. Marc quickly evaluated his options. He could try to fend himself off long enough to punch in hyperdrive coordinates...no, two more wings appeared on his long-range (LR) sensors. No, best to comply and see this play out. He powered down his Freighter's weapons, but kept the power running so he could turn them back on in seconds. "Powering down...awaiting your coordinates." Now I just sit and wait. Desparate for direction, Marc sends a plea out through the Force to any being, thing, or the Force itself for direction. He hoped for the latter. "73-453-89," the coordinates flashed over the computer screen. Here goes nothing. May the force be with you. Full thrust to the hanger he was assigned to, Marc worried about what his fate would be, this was supposed to be an easy assignment. Marc now realized how wrong he could be.