[right][b]Dredar Ragant, aboard the [i]Nighfury[/i], on approach to Coruscant[/b][/right]

The Raider Class Imperial corvette emerged from hyperspace a short distance from Corucant. The voyage of the [i]Nightfury[/i] back to the homeworld of the Grand Imperium had been without issue. Dredar had moved to his makeshift quarters in the vessel shortly after his return from the successful negotiations. The Knight Commander was pleased that the new Confederacy was so reasonable in their agreement. Though he was truthfully unsure how effective an ally the still fledgling CIS would prove be. But with the Imperium's backing their level of strength would certainly accelerate. Upon arrival in his room, formerly a storage cell now converted into a makeshift bunk room, the force user had gone into meditation. As the force flowed around him it filled his mind, cleansing him of the worst thoughts whilst feeding his motivation. As he sat with folded legs in the room he levitated off the durasteel floor, a sign that his entire frame was in tune with the force. His lightsaber shook gently as it was clipped to his hip, Dredar delighted to not have had to use it on this diplomatic mission.

The last thing any man on the [i]Nightfury[/i] expected to greet them when they returned home was a potentially hostile fleet amassed around Coruscant. Captain Dystra stared wide eyed out the frontal windows on the bridge of the Imperial vessel as he counted each of the ships scattered around the world. The veteran Navy man was no stranger to a space battle but he did not see any ship to ship cannon-fire being exchanged. Regardless, the entire situation stunk of something wrong even as he ordered all crew on the bridge to stand down and push forward towards Coruscant. He reluctantly approached the holo transmitter in order to contact the ship's temporary commanding officer, Dredar. Dystra sighed as he pressed the button, the head of the Imperial Knights having given specific orders to not disturb him except for an emergency. 

"Knight Commander, my deepest apologies for the disturbance, but there is something you must see. There is a fleet assembled in orbit of Coruscant." The captain began to say as his holographic figure appeared above a small console in Dredar's quarters. The force user sprung out of his meditation as soon as the word 'fleet' was mentioned. 

"A what? Is it the rebels?" Dredar asked with evident surprise, disgust leaking out of his words at the mention of the self proclaimed New Republic. He'd never call them that name, they'd always be a brash band of traitors and rebels to him. 

"No sir. They are Imperial vessels but they are [i]not[/i] with the Imperium. We are still on approach to the world and attempting to hail the nearest capitol ship," Dystra replied with his hands folded in front of him. "They did not open fire upon us, it appears to be an entirely peaceful scene."

"I will be on the bridge shortly and engage them. I have no doubt Lord Ozzell hailed them as soon as they entered the sector." The Knight Commander said with certainty, then walked out of his quarters as the hologram flickered away. He clenched his fist as he exited the room, the death troopers sent on the mission with him following him like bodyguards. 

He was unsure of what to make of the situation. There were several Imperial 'remnants', most of them moffs or admirals controlling small star systems. The hostility with which they encountered each other varied, though these false proclaimed successors to the true Empire were more cowardly than anything. Many were like entitled children playing warlords, until the rebels or a larger Imperial faction rolled in and defeated them. Dredar was unsure where this fleet had come from but he believed they came with diplomatic intentions, judging by the fact the orbit around Coruscant had not descended into a massive space battle. Perhaps Ozzell could bring them under boot, get them to swear allegiance and strengthen the Grand Imperium. The man was certainly suave enough to do so. Upon Dredar's arrival to the bridge he was greeted with a bow of respect from Captain Dystra.

"We have reached out to one of the Super Star Destroyers, Lord Commander." The grey haired man stated calmly as he glanced back out of the front the [i]Nightfury[/i] as they drew closer to the Coruscant's orbit.

"Excellent. I do hope they answer our hailing, these 'Imperials' have some questions to answer. Captain, please also send a message to Lord Ozzell. I'd like to know what his plan is for this situation, and inform him of our successful return." The crimson armored force user said with a nod as he gazed upon the most impressive vessel in this newly arrived fleet.