"Master Jedi Creax!" Captain Monroe of the New Republic battle fleet called, running across the hangar bay.
The robed Jedi turned, smiling. "Yes?" he asked.
"I suggest you take a few small Corvettes with you; in case you meet any Imperial forces."
The Jedi nodded thoughtfully. “Perhaps, but I'm afraid I must decline. I must do this alone."
The captain frowned but clicked his heels, saluted, and walked off.
Creax had just come from a meeting with Admiral Piera. Piera had demanded the Sith be hunted down, but Creax knew he had more than hunting down a dangerous Sith in mind. The region of space the Sith flew to was said to be unexplored, but something about it gnawed at him. But also he didn't trust the admiral himself. Admiral Piera is just a power hungry snob who was put in power by a bunch of idiots. He needed to get to the system first. If the Admiral did first he would raze the planet. Why? Most likely money is one of the best reasons.
Creax walked up the plank of his personal ship, Phantom I. He smiled, proud of his ship; most of its modifications he did himself. It looked like a large mix of multiple ships. He walked along the corridor of the ship up to the cockpit.
He pulled out of the Flagship's docking bay, the name Polished Eye adorning the side of the Flagship. "This is Docking control to Phantom I. You are cleared for Hyperspace jump."
He flipped a switch on his console, activating the transponder to identify his ship as a New Republic vessel. After activating the hyper-drive, he got up to walk over to his small room. It would be a good several days, at the least, to get to the system the Imperial vessel was supposedly in. He sat in his chair, looking up his holo-records on the captain and Sith commander on board:
Adjess
Adjess: Imperial Navy, decorated twice for winning multiple battles against New Republic forces, in the correlia sector. His wife's name is Gladiolus, and he has two children.
However, without the Sith's file, they had no name, no career, nothing! He would have to be wary around this opponent....
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Kira ran through the forest with ease, slowing every so often to allow her men to keep up. So pathetic. She, being well versed in the force, let it flow through her, and it felt refreshing. The only one who wasn't having trouble keeping up was 65.
After running for what seemed like hours, but was only thirty minutes, they arrived at a small cave. She stopped to look around, and letting the force heighten her senses, traced her fingers over the walls of the cave. She sensed that no one had been in said cave for a while.
"This is where I suggest we camp for the night," she said, watching the droid place the wounded Stormtrooper. on the side of the cave.
The Stormtrooper and the pilot were rigging the perimeter with explosives and traps; what they had left anyway, which was six Thermal Detonators, two blaster rifles, and the droid had his Sniper rifle. Kira was the kind of person who didn't take well to be ordered around by some pompous excuse for royalty.
It was a deadly mistake to try to give orders; to a Sith, these ponies did not seem smart. Though a slight pang of guilt was there, she could have been more, to say it simply, nice. She did her best to wave that feeling away and focus on the ponies' foolishness, but it remained in the back of her mind.
Kira sat down, leaning back and relaxing, laughing at their foolishness, although even she would pity them if they tried that again with her master, which she knew would be soon, Soon, they would all be dead.
Sadly, she doubted her master would slaughter them all. She could dream, though.
She knew he would make more peaceful contact, and she believed he would just send that nervous coward, Adjess, down. Even though he was okay in combat, his best job was diplomacy.
The thing that troubled her was why they didn't contact her. Her com-link was still active, but no one had tried to even reach them...
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"Transfer main power to shields!" yelled Captain Adjess as several laser cannons on the front of his ship swiveled into position fire, and Missile launchers launched multiple concussion torpedoes.
Multiple fighters had launched from the planet below. They would be no match for his ship, but in its current condition, they could cause a large amount of damage if they got too close to any open circuitry.
"Sir, analysis of the ships reveals they are neither New Republic or Empire Vessels. They seem too small to be maned," shouted a officer rushing past him to a flaring console.
The Sith launched in his personal ship a mixture between a cargo vessel and a Tie Fighter and was engaging the enemy fighters that seemed Pyramid shapes.
The Captain caught sight of the ship as it passed by the bridge, followed by a squadron of Tie Fighters. The attacking ships each had the power of Tie Fighter but seemed to be made of more primitive metals. They had lost contact with Kira and couldn't reestablish contact with her until the battle ended. They watched the events unfold through 65's eyes. They never should have sent a Sith; they just were not good at meeting new people-er, ponies. They needed to get her and her men out of there.
"Lieutenant! Prepare a troop transport to go to the surface as soon as this is over!" he shouted to another officer that was standing beside him.
The officer nodded, turning and running down the bridge to the corridors of the ship. This planet seemed to have a cloud of mystery on it. Talking ponies, Unicorns, Pegasus, unknown ships—it was madness!
The captain scratched his chin, sighing. "Great, another problem to deal with," he grumbled, turning his attention to a large view screen. Hundreds of red dots whizzing all across the screen, he could make out at least thirty golden dots that were the signals of their Fighters, plus the seven green dots which where the Sith and his Squadron. Many red dots were disappearing but also receiving heavy casualties as well.
"Launch another wave of fighter!" He was slightly worried; this ship was designed for land assault, not space combat. They needed to defeat those fighters!
"Sir, the shields are failing!" a chorus of screams made Adjess spin and watch as the bridged seemed to be consumed in fire...
"Gaahh!" Adjess shot up in his repulsion bed, sweating bullets. Panting, he got out of bed, shaking his head. What a dream, he said to himself.
He looked around his quarters; it had the same grey, silver look as the ship, but seemed more polished. His bed was in the back corner, and a desk with a small computer sat to the bed's right. A book shelf filled with old scrolls from multiple planets from across the quadrant sat on the shelves, each scroll in perfect condition. Across the room to the right of the door was the bathroom.
His door chimed. Oh no no no, why now? His eyes widened. Groaning, he stumbled about the room, quickly grabbing his military shirt and pants. After stumbling about the room, he slapped the panel,
"What do you want!?" he growled over the intercom, expecting one of his minors to have some non-important news or complaint. The other end was silent for several minutes, before a icy cold voice spoke up, causing chills to go down his spine, and his blood to turn to ice.
"Really, my dear captain."
"Sith."
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"Are thou sure, sister? Maybe we should have been more diplomatic?"
"No! We must make sure they cannot harm our ponies. They may have impressive power, but we have numbers... and the Elements. We should try to keep this quiet. Quarantine them, at all costs."
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The six Elements of Harmony talked the situation over. The princess had set up a temporary base in the Town hall, and the six ponies sat in the waiting room.
"How can you talk like that? They disobeyed the princess, and attacked them!" Twilight was yelling, face red with furry.
"Well, they did kind of give orders to the aliens. Umm, I find killing horrid, but maybe not commanding them would have been better, maybe? Maybe it was an insult to them. Eep!" Fluttershy responded hiding behind her mane, trying her best to ease Twilight's anger.
"You're telling me that it was the Princesses' fault!? They had no right to disobey her AND attack her!" Twilight replied. After taking a deep breath, she sighed and say down. "I'm sorry Fluttershy, I didn't mean to shout."
The rest of her friends looked uneasily at each other, before smiling again.
"Don't worry, sugarcube. We'll stop those varmints together!" Applejack said smiling, while the rest spoke their agreement, ready to support their friend and the princesses.
A click of a door opening made the group look up as the two princesses, followed by Shining Armor and several of the guard commanders, marched in. They did not look too happy. Shining Armor smiled, nodding a hello to Twilight before Luna spoke up.
"Please go home, you six. You have had a full day, and the royal guard is more than capable to bring these violent criminals to justice.”