Serenno's Open Orbit

High above one of the richest planet of the galaxy a small ship dropped out of the swirling blueness of hyperspace into the black depressing void of real space. The ship had almost no weapons to speak of and was of a non descriptive design, inside the ship was a man that really didnt look like he would make much of an impression on the galaxy. He was of average height and build, his only distinguishable feature was a beard that hid much of his face.

The craft made its way into high orbit and signaled for the command. This is Chester Zimmyian, representative of the Empire coming to speak with the current leader or leaders of the planet. I would appreciate it if you could direct me to the correct location.

Allowing himself to be shown to the room Chester walked in style. His cane actually echoing in the hall with the slow TAP... TAP... TAP it made when the metal met metal. As he entered the room he took off his rather large green hat and smiled. Its a pleasure Master Dell, the name is Chester Zimmyian and I represent the Imperial Remnant. Taking a seat Chester put the hat in front of him on the table and the cane beside him on the edge of the chair. You must excuse my dress, everything else was being cleaned.

Citizen Dell silently cleaned his nails for a long while, picking dirt from under them, and making sure they were neatly clean before answering the question.

"We...were not aware that the Fel Empire had been so compromised to the point of collapse. If this new Empire is so weakened, perhaps we should reconsider this alliance...it would be sore benefit to us if we are more able than our allies."

A pause, and then a shrug.

"No offense...but we were under the impression that you were strong once again. If this weakness is such, we will wait till you have regathered yourself before making...larger commitments.

At the mans question of trust, Citizen Dell only laughed.

"Trust? Goodwill? No, the Empire is not known for such things. But then neither is Serenno...do you think that the Counts bought Ojom for the Empire out of goodwill? Courtesy? Or is it more likely that it was a strategic buyout...designed to limit another factions territory? Or perhaps, simply to in-debt the Empire to the Counts?"

Citizen Dell gestured the thoughts away, and laughed easily. He paused though, as his comlink began beeping. Picking it up and fitting it to his ear, he listened for a few seconds before hanging up.

"Let us revisit the bargaining table...Serenno takes the ore, and mutual defense agreement off the table. Apologies, but the order comes from the Council, not house Demici. They...seem to not like the fact we are making alliances. HOWEVER, House Demici does indeed own the deepdock in Serennian space...we propose a trade. We will loan you three slots in the deep dock for use in construction: each slot can build up to a star destroyer in size, or be broken down into smaller slots for smaller ships. This should allow you to create a fleet in a timely manner. In return..."

Citizen Dell once more observed his fingernails.

"In return, Serenno would like blueprints of various technologies under the Imperial Remnants control...that of Bothawui. We have no interest in vehicles or ships - simply communications equipment, and various other sundry items commonly used by the Bothan's, and their various Intelligence organizations. As an added bonus, we'll also call it even as far as giving Ojom to the Empire."

In the planetary defense control building on the planets surface, individuals rush around madly to warm up the primary defense cannons of the planet: with Serenno's defense fleet away at the moment, it makes everyone twitchy indeed to see a warship in orbit. Sensor scans are made, the class and model of ship is identified, and one of the planet turbolasers is trained on the little ship: capable of obliterating the little frigate in a handful of blasts, the cannon is already warming up and cycling power for it's first shot. Flight control, meanwhile, Comms the ship.

=Flight=
Armed frigate. You are under target acquisition of our planetary turbolasers - proceed to the safe zone of our system or prepare to be fired upon.

Coordinates are transmitted, and a large spherical zone colored red is outlined on any holomaps the frigate may have; it depicts a large zone some hundred kilometers around the planet, designated as a no fly zone for armed or large craft. There is a long moment of silence from control, and the woman's (girl's?) message is processed by planetary control. Eventually they respond with another message.

=Flight=
Sunflower you are cleared to land via shuttle or transport - you're frigate is not to approach any closer. Docking control out.

A Lambda-class shuttle drops from hyperspace. On board is the Morellian Sith Lord Invisus, he is among the last and oldist of his speices, human in nearly everyway with the expection of a greatly extended lifespan, his own prolonged even further by his strength in the Force. He is arrogant, proud, and likens himself to a god. He is worshiped by his followers and feared by his enemies. He wasn't always this way, long ago he had been a Jedi Knight, young and brash ready to take on the Galaxy. He had married a young human girl, in secret of course, together they had daughter. His fall to the dark side came when his wife was killed and daughter sold into slavery by a Hutt gangster who's name Invisus could not even remember. He did remember the look on the Hutt's face though when he disemboweled him with his lightsaber. It was a memory he cherished. He never saw his daughter again, he looked for her for 20 years but never found any trace. Now though, something had come to him in a vision, he wasn't sure what it was but he had seen a girl, young, pretty, and strangely familiar. He had payed no attention at first but something kept tugging at what was left of his heart. He HAD to know what the vision was about. Why had he received it? What did it mean? All these things went though his head as his pilot navigated the shuttle down the the planet.