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Grand Admiral Vonn Sayall stood at the transparisteel window on the bridge of the Super Star Destroyer [i]Firebrand[/i] staring out into the expanses of space. For years he has quietly been at work rebuilding the military forces of the Empire, waiting for his chance to step out of the shadows and reestablish the Empire’s grip on the galaxy. Now, after all the years of waiting, the rebirth of Imperial power was almost at hand. 

The taking of Eriadu had proven to be a great test for the Empire. Even Sayall was surprised by the ease with which the Imperial forces, HIS Imperial forces had taken the planet. Though Eriadu was far from a military powerhouse, the victory was a critical one in the early days of this war…a war that the Republic did not even know it was engaged in. The taking of Eriadu was important not because it was a major military target. There was no true standing army, there were no shipyards to capture or destroy. However, Eriadu sat directly at the center of the Hydian Way and the Rimma Trade Route, disrupting one of these routes would hurt the Republic. However, disrupting both would cause the flow of supplies and other wares to slow to a trickle, and before the traitors knew what had happened, the Empire would move in to deliver the fatal blow and take its rightful place as the rightful rulers of the galaxy. 

As Sayall scanned the vastness of space, he suddenly became aware of someone approaching him. Through the reflection in the transparisteel, Sayall could see that it was the captain of the [i]Firebrand[/i], Captain Alana Darklighter. Sayall was fond of Darklighter, she had proven time and again to be worthy of the rank that was bestowed upon her, having performed far better than many of her male contemporaries. She was cold and calculating, and had impressed Sayall with her utter ruthlessness time and again. 

“Is it ready?” Sayall asked without looking away from the window.

“It is Sir. Grand Moff Dexen awaits your transmission.” She replied coolly.

“Very well, see to it that we are not disturbed.” Sayall said as he left the bridge.

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Sayall entered his private chambers and took a seat at his desk. The ornate desk was made of the wood of an ancient wroshyr tree, and sat in the center of his private office. The office itself was a sight to behold, having been decorated by trophies of countless big game hunts, and having spent much of his life in the Unknown Regions of space, many of the stuffed creatures that adorned his office did not have names. However, sitting at the center of the far wall hung the skull of the almost mythical Krayt Dragon. 

Sayall dimmed the lights in is chambers, and within moments, a transparent projection of Grand Moff Dexen illuminated the room. The Moff’s sharp features looked almost skeletal as Sayall looked into the man’s eyes. 

“Grand Admiral, I am anxious to hear of the progress on Eriadu. I expect all went well?” The grand Moff began.
“Indeed it has, Sir.” Sayall said, nearly choking on the word “Sir.” 

“What is the status report from the attack?” Dexen asked.

“Our forces control the planet. The planetary defenses were little match for our forces, and the planet fell within hours. Not only has team captured the planet, reports from the front report that they have also captured a Jedi.” Sayall reported, clearly pleased.

“Interesting. I suspect that the Jedi has been…dealt with.” Dexen said, emphasizing the [i]dealt with.[/i]

“She is being interrogated as we speak.” Sayall reported.

“Very well. Once she has given us what we need, I wanted her to be put down, is that understood?” Dexen said.

“Of course.” Sayall agreed. 

“And what of our plans? Are we on schedule for the next step?” Dexen asked.

“We are, Moff Dexen. In fact, we are slightly ahead of schedule. I will be sending the signal to Admiral Fairfax at your request. Once I have done so we can begin planning our next move.” The Grand Admiral said.

“Very well.” Dexen said. “Send for Admiral Fairfax and the others. I am eagerly awaiting further news.” Grand Moff Dexen said before his holographic image flickered and then vanished.

Sayall fumed at his desk for a moment. He hated the Grand Moff, and all of the Moffs for that matter. He hated the fact that many of them had “earned” their position without ever seeing combat, or in most cases, never even fired a blaster. Many of the current Moffs were legacies, having been granted their position because of their blood lines, or because of who they knew. They were nothing more than spoiled aristocrats, and Sayall wanted nothing more than to see them all put in their place. 

After taking a moment to recover from the indignity of figuratively cowering before the Grand Moff, Sayall loaded a file into his computer. It was an encoded message select members of the Admiralty. It was a message that contained only a date, a time, and a set of coordinates. Those who received the message would know exactly what it meant, and anyone who this message was not meant for would think it only gibberish. He smiled as he pressed the key to send the message, as he knew that soon, very soon…the Empire would return from the ashes to take a hold of the galaxy, and once again, rule with an iron fist.