When the Empire had caved in on itself, it didn't take long for Lamaredd's measly garrison to flee for everything they were worth. Which was to say, not much. Their flight to the core, possibly to join up with any Imperial Remnants that lurked there, was of little consequence to the brooding triumvirate of desert worlds known as the Geonosian Trade Consortium. If they had stayed, it was likely the Skakoan Auf Antwort, current autocratic tyrant of the GTC, would have bribed them into cooperation. If they had refused...Well, their support was a luxury Auf could live without, and he most certainly wouldn't have so much as bat an eye in ordering his fleet to wipe them out. Thankfully, that was no longer an issue, as they had chosen the option of flight over fight or bribery. As a result, four of his Star Destroyers, formerly making up the Imperial garrison on Geonosis before being seized in the uprising that saw Auf's rise to power, sat in orbit of Lamaredd uncontested. On one such Star Destroyer, the Judiciary, Auf Antwort himself glared down at the planet of Lamaredd through the view port of the bridge. The human bridge crew, still as xenophobic as ever, labored uncomfortably with the presence of Auf nearby. Their former Admiral hadn't let his specisim get in the way of making a few thousand Credits. Now if only Auf could teach the rest of his fleets' crews to understand the same. It wouldn't have been far-fetched to say that the only thing preventing someone in the crew from whipping out a pistol and firing at Auf was the battle-worn IG-100 MagnaGuard standing to his right.

They would come to respect and obey him. Eventually. Either that or he could begin replacing the crews of the Star Destroyers with droids. Much less upkeep at that rate, anyway.

Of course, now wasn't the time to be brooding over the issues his navy currently held. Now was the time for action, to take Lamaredd as a show of force. To send the other upstart factions a message that clearly read he meant business. He couldn't let his agenda be daunted by the Separatist resurgence lingering near Hypori or the Sith-apparent on Kamino. Lamaredd wasn't strategic for many reasons, aside from the fact it was a virtual hole into GTC holdings. A hole Auf couldn't leave unplugged if he had intentions to last very long. Besides, the planet was relatively rich in ore he could ruthlessly exploit. Not that he didn't have enough of that pouring in from Ryloth and Tatooine. Aside from that, it also gave him a direct route and perfect staging point for an invasion of Excarga, if the Separatist Coalition didn't beat him to it first.

Antwort attempted to speak, though all that came out was a long buzz and some static. The MagnaGuard glanced at him, the bridge crew halting momentarily before continuing. Auf clutched at the knob on his pressure suit, turning it until the static gradually became comprehensible words.

"Send four squadrons of bombers to the surface. Bomb out each of the major settlements and then prepare a transmission to demand the planet's unconditional surrender."

The bridge crew obeyed, albeit with a bit of spite in their eyes. It wasn't long before Auf could see the four squadrons departing from the Judiciary and speeding towards the surface to carry out the bombings.

All would be silent within the war room aboard the capitol ship of the OSCP's Capitol ship Harbinger warlord leader, Nufia Reanult Surfang, had somewhat locked himself inside the war room as he would star at the holographic starmap of the known and colonized planets within the region. He would be wearing his battle mask as most Kaleesh would have but only wear it during battle, hence the name 'War Mask'. But he usually would wear this due to his somewhat violence seeking tendencies towards his enemies and frankly he was at times paranoid which is why he would usually devise his plans alone. And that said mental aspect is to what led him to be in solitude now. The star map had the insignias of the planets controlled by any factions noted within the contested systems and so far the only factions he was concerned of where the Trade Consortium deriving from Genoesia Ryloth an Tatooine and the Superia empire. The Consortium would be the greatest threat seeing they could easily launch an assault upon Hypori with ease. Luckily with the newly recreations of the Hellfire Droids landing a large army on the planet would be foolish. Even though the Sith would surely prove to become a threat what would worry him was the distance between Nal Hutta and Hypori. If Nal Hutta was to come under attack it would be rendered helpless seeing the time it would take for any reinforcements to arrive is too large. If anything his priority should be to create a somewhat path to Nal Hutta by conquering or assimilating the planets that line the south east of The Maw. He was unsure of what value these planets woudl have or if they would be of any trouble dealing with, but it must be done if he was to unite the Coalition. After long thought the doors of the War room would finally open as Nufai would exit and the starmap would collapse as the rooms power would be cut off so that no one without proper authorization would denied access to any plans or information that could be used to counter any of the Coalitions plans.

Nufia would continue down the corridor until reaching the bridge of the Harbinger and give a glance at each of the ones who were designated to operate the ship and then a glance at his Admiral, Yortuga Verseel, who was also a Kaleesh. The Admiral was a decorated Kaleesh having served within many battles durning Hypori's revolution. Yortuga would be gazing out of the bridge window as he usualy did being fascinated by the countless planet sand stars that would linger within the void known as space. Only to turn hearing the footsteps of someone aproaching to see it was Nufai. As military custom Yortuga would Salute Nufai and vice versus. Yortuga would then begin to speak. "Sir what have you concluded? You were in there for quite some time...2 hours or so if I am not mistaken..." Yortuga would say shooting a glance at the workers aboard the bridge making sure none of them would be making any mistakes. "Well have we received any contact from Nal Hutta? And has Jor done anything with our forces stationed there?" Nufia would say unwavering his gaze from the Admiral. "No...A Nebula has caused our communications to be Inadequate to reach Nal Hutta. And from what Jor has told me before does not shed any light on the subject." Yortuga replied turning back to Nufai. "Hmmm...As much as I trust Jor to hold off any attacks I think it is of the upmost importance to get some easy railway of some sort to reach Nal Hutta. Yortuga what are the planets that make up the south east stretch along the maw?" Yortuga would ponder for a moment before answering. "It seems it is Pzob Rothana Gomorr Barab 1 and Rinn. Sadly I do not know much of these planets but I will do my best to research there values and political stand points, if any." Nufia would walk towards the bridge window and stare out into it as he spoke. "Very well...inform me of your progress once you have done so. But first I believe 2 C class cruisers to Kowak and Pzob. I want an expeditionary force to land on the planets surfaces to do some reconnaissance and see if there are any key components we would need to either conquer the planet or assimilate it." Yortuga would solute Nufai once more. "Yes sir." And with that Yortuga was off and had left the bridge to begin his research as orders went out to 4 of the cruisers. A few minutes later the cruisers had begun to head towards their designated planets and Nufai would begin to silently await further report aboard the bridge. Gazing off into the stars.

There was nothing more impressive then a Grand War Rally upon Byss, A high platform where thirteen men in white robes stood solemnly each coursing with the power of the Dark Sid, several bearing lightsabers at their sides while others were armed with Vibroblades and specially treated metal weapons. Though they varied in color, sex, and size they all held one trait in common... they were all human just as the mass before them was. Hundreds of Thousands of soldiers clad in white perfectly aligned with out so much as a hair out of line. It was this rigorous discipline and common enemy that united and preserved the CPA... the eradication of all Xenos had long since ran its course. They had taken to very subtle ways of removal. Most xenos were drafted into the vanguard of the CPA's invasion forces and fleets. Those who could not join the military were deported to plants out of the CPA's control where they may have had family or friends. Any who lingered were killed off... the cause of death always being 'natural'.

Though to outsiders it was a cause to reunite the Empire under justice and law the CPA was forged to wipe out all non-humans from the Core Worlds. Who could deny that this empire might succeed countless Imperator-Class Star Destroyers drifting over head with other Class war ships such as Interdictors, Victory, and a hand full of Allegiance. The Sky was full of Tie Fighters flying formations over the deathly silent soldiers. One of the Thirteen stepped forward from their straight line, the one who held the middle of his brothers and sisters. "My people, my brothers, my sisters I speak to you not only as your leader but as your brother not in just blood for we all share one blood! We share not a physical crimson but a united soul! A single soul for a single body just as I was elected I am no more then an extension of the people along with the other Magistrates we form the handle of our Pact's sword. You each and everyone of you create the blade that pierces our foes. Those who dwell in chaos and doubt unwilling to stand for a cause. You've seen our foes flee before us! They cower at our power not just that of armadas but of ferocity and courage! There is nothing more frightful for an enemy to know... their enemy won't retreat... for the wicked will have no rest in life. They like all Xenos plague our existence, they wish war and feuds... the fight for money and land rather then ideology. They fight for the physical while you fight for principal you fight for your children now that our emperor has passed and the dogs stand blood thirsty at the gates. My brothers my sisters I tell you now the Core shall be ours. We shall push out the threat and slowly chase them away from our homes. Save those who can be and purge those who would revel in our destruction. Law and order is our existence... it is our survival!" With his last parting words he stepped back into the line as cheering erupted from below. "We will march upon Tarkin's Fang, Eboq, Ojom, Eclipse, We were cleanse Vulpter and Aargau, The Deep Core will come first... and then the Core worlds will follow."

The Council of Princes gathered when the Union had issues that needed to be dealt with immediately and swiftly. The Prince of Selonia, Drexus, was the de facto second-in-command to Emperor Sigismund I, and in charge of the remnants of the Corellian Royal Fleet. The Prince of Drall, Ritinkur, was a barbaric warlord, who saw the reasoning in the emperor's ideals and swore an oath and allegiance. His elite soldiers train the many new recruits to the Royal United Army. The Duke of Tralus, Koretae, was a former business tycoon, and handled the financial affairs of the Union. The Prince of Corellia, Emperor Sigismund I, won the election with ease. He is the heart of the Union. His people remained loyal despite the loss of Corellia to the CPA. The charismatic emperor led his people out economic turmoil, freeing them from poverty and depression. The people would follow him into the abyss and back, something Sigismund I did not take lightly.

"They claimed peace and fraternity... and we believed them," sighed the Sigismund I, "We let our guard down and like Rancor, they devoured us whole. The CPA does not negotiate, they do not discriminate, they will wipe us all out unless something is done soon. Their armada could spread destruction and death throughout the entire Galaxy. We must stop them... somehow, some way." The emperor slammed his fists into the table, his frustration could not be contained.

"We cannot do this alone, my liege," declared Prince Drexus of Selonia, "We need allies, we need to form some type of coalition... something to rival the strength of the CPA. Without aid, our military will suffer a terrible defeat. Our navy is not equipped to combat their armada; we lack the necessary skilled pilots... we lost too many during the siege of Corellia."

"Perhaps they could be reasoned with?" asked Duke Koretae of Tralus, "We could attempt to seek a treaty with the CPA and ensure our own safety in an upcoming war. The CPA will definitely turn its gaze to conquering the rest of Galaxy, at least we would remain safe."

"A tyrannical regime like theirs would never listen to a plea of peace," interupted Prince Ritinkur of Drall, "The CPA knows only one concept: violence, we've seen their power first hand... we know of their connection to the Dark Side of the Force, they will not cease until the entire Galaxy belongs to them. We must reform our military and resist!"

The emperor pondered the suggestions of his comrades. They all voiced excellent arguments; a decision must be made.
"Send diplomats to Besbin, The Seperatists, and the Mandalorians... inform them of the situation, perhaps together we can resist the CPA. We must be patient that our diplomats will seek out new allies for us. For now, ready the military, initiate a draft, gather as many able men and women as we can. Our Union will not fall!"