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The little humanniod nodded."Perhaps one would like to accompany me to look for such a man?" he asked while using his arm to heft hismelf up onto his feet."Joyed, I would most be."

The jawa just nodded and turned, making his way back to the small hill back up to the speeder. The sound of it starting up and making its way over the bridge could be heard. That and the presense of the other.

(I've been approved, my bio just hasn't been posted yet)

Elshaeke'net'narouodo, or Elladan Kenet as he preferred, gazed lazily outside his office window. Jungle surrounded the small city, which consisted of a small naval port on the coast a few dozen yards away, seceral labs, the Command Center he was in, the huge barraks, the vehicle factory, and the road heading farther into Wayland. New Chyslla, the name he christened the base, did have turbolaser towers and a shield genorator as well, but these were fairly new addidions, installed last year out of the past nineteen he'd been here. Outside the city, there was a road leading southwest torwards the farmlands they cleared and maintained for food, as well as a cargotrain. There was also a pair heading north up to the Imperial Bunker of Mt. Tantiss, which was still being rebuilt, salvaged, and renovated.

Why?

Elladan was a Captain in the Imperial Navy, and commander of the ISD Mark II Indomitable. He'd been garrisoned at Wayland as a salvage and research team replacing the one lost a century ago, that was run by his own cousin, Mitth'raw'nauodo "Thrawn". After enough salvaging, Kenet managed to recover one vital piece of work that hadn't been destroyed by the New Republic, a small masterpiece ignored against the thousands of cloningy cylinders and insane Dark Jedi- the personal memoir of Thrawn.

Chiss books were strictly FORBIDDEN from leaving Chyslla, but this was obviously authentic; hand written by Thrawn himself on authentic paper. The journal had accounts of just about everything he did- his life, his military career, ships he designed, people he met, art he collected, and even small notes about technologies he encountered, including the Spaarti cloning scheme. So far, he'd failed to figure out how to recreate the technique, and he lacked the reources to try building one of the ships, but this was very doable.

The only thing he lacked for progression, was contact from off-planet; something he'd lacked for nearly two decades...

When he was down in the 'bridge' of the Command Center, Elladan already found his guests waiting for him at a private briefing room. Inside, he found several people, other than one of his many guards. There was Yuhkth, the Noghri govenor of New Nyatso, Dalran, human leader of the local police, Tiamundi the Mynerishi chieftain, and a Rodian representing the local merchants. "Good morning, gentlemen," The Chiss greeted. "I am Captain Elshake'net'nauodo of the Galactic Empire's Second Imperium. How might I be of assistance?"

The noghri apprached. "Greetings, Captain, I am Yukth, Govenor of New Nyatso and the rest of Wayland. We've come to establish... cooperative negotiations." In otherwords, an alliance.

"Sounds like a proposition," Elladan admitted politely. "Can I offer everyone a drink?" He called up a servant.

"Some water will be fine for us."

"Very well." The servant retreated and came back moments later with enough glasses to suit them all. Once they had their fill, Yukth began. "We've come to realize, we lack enough defenses to protect ourselves from an inpending Sith or Alliance invasion. We've observed from afar, and come to the conclusion that joining the Empire is our best choice. We see more order, less oppression, and more oppurtunity for our citizens. The council agrees."

Dalran spoke next. "We have limited police force. Our defenses can't hold us against a full-invasion. We want protection under the Empire, and we are willing to contribute into it, with our police, defenses, and supplies."

Elladan nodded. "Acceptable. Our native friends?"

"We agree," the Mynerish and Psadan said in unison. "What are your terms, human commander?"

Elladan considered for several moments, before repling. "You may keep your council, govenor, and police. The Empire will move in and take control of defenses, erect a new barraks and recruitment office, and a new landing pad, using our resources. I will also establsih an Empirial seat on your council, who will have a vote in all proceedings, and a go-between between your government and my forces. Several squads of stormtroopers will be garrisoned, but only allowed on duty in the event of a public event, or any event you feel neccesary, or my chair."

Yukth nodded. "Accepted." The Noghri took and shook Kenet's hand.

"A pleasure to help, Govenor. Now, let me personally escort you back to New Nyatso..."

Hours later, Elladan was finally in control of pretty much the entire planet. There were 300 stormtroopers station in New Nyatso, and his lieutenant Davies was in the government, and his forces controlled the defenses. He had a new landing pad being built, a supply line secure, and now more stortroopers he could train. Life didn't get much better when you're the 'govenor' of a backwater world.

Freya merely shrugged at that. "Just so long as we totally don't have to deal with a bunch of ewwy to the max Imperial goons," she said. "They'd, like, have to be like, you know, totally suicidal to pick a fight with a bunch of wookies!" she commented as she headed to the 'fresher.
"A regular bundle of joy, yes, my friend?" Rusty commented as soon as Freya was out of earshot.

"It seems that no matter who sits on the Imperial throne, the Empire invariably makes enemies of your goodly people." Rusty said. "Granted, Fel hasn't had any Death Stars constructed as of yet, but who's to say he shan't do even worse?"