I Would Have Been Your Daddy... [TU Dominion of Zhar]

[Raziel]

Location: Other side of facility from [member="Orick T'ane"]
Objective: A

The butt of the carbine made a light thud as Raziel pressed it into his shoulder. Allowing the rifle to edge out of cover before him, the Spymaster was presented by a view through the scope on his HUD. Better to risk his rifle, than his head.

This entranced opened into a wide cavern. It was clearly artificial, with a smooth, sloping ceiling and support pillars. However, up at the centre of the ceiling the smooth rock tapered off and great jutting shards came through. A brief glance to the floor revealed that at some point this had been the entrance. Huge piles of debris were directly under this fissure, including a single complete blast door, maybe thirty metres across.

Raziel cautiously stepped out into the cavern, carefully testing his weight on each foot before moving. As he stepped out he could see numerous passageways leading off this main hall. Portals of various sizes seemed to lead away, many wide open, but others sealed. Those would be hard work. Repulsor sleds of various size lay rusting around the cavern.

He stepped carefully into the corridor between two huge racks. Pausing at one crate, he found shells for capital grade flak cannons. His HUD informed him that it was a depreciated class. Likely it would cost more to safely take those apart, than it would to sell any recovered components.

A ripple in the Force drew his attention. Raziel didn’t have the greatest ability to affect the world with the Force, but he was remarkable sensitive – particularly to minds. There was another sentient down here already. Before he could ponder that, there was a groan behind him. Turning on the spot, he saw one of the crates opening itself.

This wasn’t going to be good.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Gall
Objective: Alpha
Allies: [member="Raziel"] [member="Canade-Kel"]
[8/20]

Orick had moved all of the droids into the new room with direct orders to locate and secure any doors that they found. the crates full of spare parts had him convinced that there was going to be a pay off in the end and he wanted a good map of this bunker while he had the time. He had broken the droids off into teams of three to ensure that they had the proper sensor coverage should they find a new room to enter.

He had just stopped to go over some of the data collected, and he heard as well as saw the alert on his HUD of an active turret in the room. The sound of the blaster bolts echoed like thunder in the mostly quiet room, immediately he saw that one of the droids was down and the other two in that group had both opened fire on the turret. The short fire fight was enough to let him know that something or someone, had triggered a defensive system. He wanted to think that it was someone else that had been sloppy in trying to gain entrance, likely the main group coming in from the front. But he knew that it could have easily been him not being as careful with the droids placement as he should have been.

He knew now that he needed to find a control room before things got too dangerous to handle, and as much as his pride was going to be wounded by it, he thought it might be wise to let the other group know he and his team of droids were in the area, least they cross paths and end up in a firefight. He tapped the button for his comms and toggled it to the open frequency used by Union forces, "Union forces, this is Troublemaker. I have breached the RNSA compound from a different entrance, I'm inside one of the main storage bunkers, be advised defenses are active at this time. expect to see turrets and who knows what else." He thought about anything else that he needed to add and then sighed before adding finally, "I'm looking for a control room now to disable the security, Troublemaker out." He hoped the signal would push through the bunker and out to whoever it was that was moving through the base besides him, all he could do was to keep searching and hope he had more droids than this place had turrets.

 

[Raziel]

[member="Orick T'ane"]


Shoot first, ask questions never. The crate opened slowly at first, but then the sides fell away as the assassin droid unfurled itself. Raziel’s first two shots managed nothing more than highlighting the presence of a deflector shield.

The monstrous droid took three quick strides in his direction, and swung a massive claw at him. Raziel darted between two crates, scrambling through one level of the rack and emerging on a corridor to another rack. Metal squealed in protest as the droid’s claw slammed into the rack and bent girders.

Raziel wasted no time in activating his suit’s adaptive camouflage and shouldering his carbine. Using the Force to aid him, he leapt between racking shelves and gained height. There was a flash of light, and as Raziel peeked down, he saw one of the drones he’d brought vanish in a brief explosion. The ten foot assassin droid turned its blaster back in the direction Raziel had fled. The subtle blue shimmer, indicating that it was scanning for him.

“Control: Have Spynet open the archives. Authorised release of old Imperial codes and slicing mechanisms to Troublemaker. He’ll need them to disable security,” Raziel whispered into his comm. Not quietly enough it seemed. He leapt to the next racking shelf as a pair of bolts sliced through the shelf he’d been on. He hunkered down behind a create of munitions, and loaded a cryoban grenade. Damned thing probably wasn’t stupid enough to fire at crates of explosives it was meant to defend at least. Which was why Raziel didn’t load an ion pulse grenade, wouldn’t be good to set off any capital grade explosives with an electric spark in the wrong place.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Ground
Objective: Supply Depot
Allies: [member="Freanne"] [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: Vong
[11/20]

I stood amongst the bodies of the dead near the main garage complex of the supply depot, where the vong had taken up residence. Elsewhere I could hear that our troops and assets were exploring or infiltrating elsewhere at the Regional Supply Depot. My comm-link buzzed, alerting me that my second in command for this operation had arrived at the Mythosaur Mobile Fortress parked outside. “Excuse me lieutenant, but how about we return to the Mythosaur and get a full scan of the complex from it, then if need be we can return, but it appears our work is mostly done.” I snapped my fingers and the ArmaTech team with me fell in line, following me back up and out of the depot. It was good to have your own PMC, and even better than that I had access to Techno Union troops as well, though I preferred using my own. Something about living troops was preferable, as well as having personally equipped them, trained them, and paid them from ArmaTech. This being one of their first true combat actions made for excellent practice. They were Special Forces and Mandalorian trained soldiers and soon, following this action, they would be given superior gear and training. "Commander, we are coming out," I said over the comm-link.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Taivas, Zhar System[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][8/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Miss Temi.” the Sith Lord would finally say after accepting the datapad and giving it a light review, mostly involved in how big the company was, where its locations were established and how beneficial it would be for him to directly interfere in this situation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The answer was… not all that beneficial.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was not a question of taking care of the problem or not, because it was as clear as day that this company would have to be rooted out either way. No, the problem was that this company… wasn’t anywhere near a threat to the Sith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Laughable.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“From me you are asking to secure a Yacht that is currently being crawled over by security and officials, this would raise questions. This has been established.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A raise of the eyebrow.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“In exchange you are offering me info on a little no-name company that doesn’t have any assets outside of Ession. You might see that there is a discrepancy when it comes to the exchange of value and worth.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]She had given him rationale to take the company, but the fact of the matter was that he - as a Sith Lord - didn’t even need any rationale. If it pleased him, Carach would do it, just because he could and for no other reason outside of that.[/SIZE]

 

[Velok the Younger]

...which is what would make Carach an idiot, in the eyes of Rave Merrill. "The long term," she would have said if she was there. "The big plan. No action is without repercussion." She would have reproached him for walking tall without regard to consequences. Then he would have chuckled and said something dry about the low odds of anything bad happening from the seizure of such a small corporation. She'd have retorted with something along the lines of "wasted time has an opportunity cost," and spoken of butterflies and hurricanes. At which point he would have potentially waxed maudlin on the subject of her, she would have reminded him that she was jawasexual, and it would more or less have gone from there. Tale as old as time.

Or maybe it would have gone in another direction entirely. But Rave Merrill wasn't here.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Taivas, Zhar System
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"]
[9/20]

Tmoxin let out a derisive snort and shook her head at Darth Carach. But then again, she shouldn’t have expected any less of a hard bargain from the imposing Sith Lord. He was right too, which is what she wouldn’t admit aloud. Difficult to even admit that to herself.

“Either way, the assets of this little no-name company are my assets,” she seethed. “But fine, I suppose we could negotiate more. What else can I offer you to get my Sovereign Butterfly back?”

She wasn’t sure that he would even want anything else from her. Honestly Tmoxin had very little in the way of resources that the Sith Lord needed. He had prestige, credits and access to legions of soldiers. As she waited for his reply, she walked over to where he sat and took her datapad back from his hands. She found the contact information for the InterGalactic Bank of Manda. Living like a pauper was beginning to take its toll on her emotional state, and she was going to take some steps to correct that if Carach decided not to help her.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Gall
Objective: Alpha
Allies: [member="Raziel"] [member="Canade-Kel"]
[9/20]

Orick moved quickly through the bunker, his luck was rapidly running out. He had encountered several more turrets as he had searched the bunker, and while he hadn't lost a droid each time, he was quickly running out of them and he wasn't sure he had enough to finish the job. His comm pinged and he saw the data scrolling down his HUD. Whoever it was that had heard his open call earlier had decided that he should be the one to shut down the defenses. He read through the codes and shook his head. He had enough slicing skills to make this work, but it would be slow going and then his HUD pinged again and his system began to download an updated slicing system tool. He whistled into his helmet, the new tool he just got would make cracking almost any system he was worried about getting into faster than he could load the old system.

The droids were moving again, the latest turret a smoking ruin. He had a pretty good map of the area but he still had no idea where the main control room was at. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of blaster fire again. He looked up and saw three more of his droids drop. The information from the rest of the droids had the new thread pegged as some type of droid. He checked the powercell on his blaster and moved forward, whatever was in the room with him needed to die quickly, before it had the time needed to make his life even more miserable.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Obj: Charlie
Location: Gall City
Post: Nine.

Marek was feeling confident here. The group was going to accept the casinos as well as the help from the Techno Union. That was most of the issue done. All he needed to do was get the paper work signed, and with that? Then he’d be able to get off this world, take a nice shower, find a real drink in a real bar and get ready to the next phase of the Vong Man-Hunt that the Techno Union was performing. It was just nice that while they were doing this hunt they were able to help worlds along the way.

And by nice, he meant ‘make money.’ No mistake here, Marek Starchaser was a capitalist, and only people who were useful in making credits or pushing the bounds of technology.

“The long and short of it, then, Mister Starchaser, is using our world to create revenue for the Union, all the while updating and enhancing the way we live, right? I can’t see a downside to this. When will the construction begin?” The man spoke, and Marek only grinned. See? It wasn’t that bad. He looked over at Eridium’s representatives for an answer.

[member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: B - Wampa Hunting
Company: [member="Prime"] | [member="Siyndacha Aerin"] | [member="Sobek"]
Location: Smuggler's Canyon - North - Floor
Posts: [04/20]

"A pity. Unfulfilled promises are an issue of their own." Adekos sounded like he was about to launch into some long-winded lecture. "You should consider rectifying that by-"

Indeed, it was his intention to do so, but suddenly more pressing concerns made themselves evident. That was when the TA1s that had taken point started yelling things like "Contact!" and "Hostiles sighted!" and "Open fire!" The Cliff Wampas were not stealthy beings, charging the pest control force with reckless abandon. Who needed stealth when they had hundreds of pounds of Wampa muscle, tattered loincloths, teeth necklaces, and improvised stone clubs? Savages like these had little regard for clever tactics. It was likely these beasts would continue to charge the front lines until they were all dead. If they were products of the Yuuzhan-Vong, then they lacked the common sense to fear things.

There were about fifteen Wampas. They merely shrugged off the blaster fire offered by the TA1s who had taken point, proceeding to ravage their ranks with ferocity. The ones that were carrying clubs quickly abandoned them in favor of their fists, literally pounding and tearing apart the battle droids. Oh, this was embarrassing.

"Stay close to the walkers. They might actually get through."

 

[Freanne]

Location: Ground
Objective: Supply Depot
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Vong
[11/20]

He had got massive promotion very quickly indeed, she wonder who he had killed. She then listened to rest of he had to say, it look like she was going to be reassigned again. So how did you get your promotion, if you don't mind me asking. ​She knew asking a superior questions, could be a dangerous occupation. Though curiosity did get better her, as well as wondering what the vong were guarding. She was walking with the major towards some of the vong prisoners, he may offer an insight to why they fought so hard for a depo. After all the structure was bad place to defend, it would have been better to torch and run. She knew the major would probably want to do the questioning, but then people always did pull rank when it could lead to a big find.

Then he had to run somewhere leaving her and the vong, ooh she got to player inquisitor she never done that before.

Spoiler

did not realise he had posted again

 

[Cractius Stretus]

Location: Smuggler's Canyon
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Adekos"]

Cractius surveyed the scene from the sights of his sniper rifle, and crept down to the bottom. He saw droids being torn to shreds. Cractius walked over to the "battle" that was taking place and calmly shot a Cliff Wampa in the face. He planted his foot on the Wampa's chest, and blew it's brains out. Cractius then took potshots at several Wampas, crippling limbs. A large Wampa flanked by two others charged at Cractius

Cractius shot one in the chest about four times until it fell to the ground. He picked up a club and slammed it down on the other Wampa's head, crushing it. Cractius then turned and swung the club at the large Wampa. It staggered from the blow, but regained its footing and uppercuted Cractius. Cractius slammed into the side of the Canyon, then got back up a little woozy. Cractius shot multiple times at the Wampa, causing wounds all over its body but failing to slow it down.

 

[Darth Metus]

[11/20]

It was a little known fact that those bearing Umbaran blood had a knack for manipulation. Some were simply born with tongues of silver whilst others were gifted with mental prowess via the Force. Dagora, although half-blooded, found himself blessed in the latter department. For years, he had made a "habit" of twisting minds in order to get ahead. From inspiring a rather greedy businessman into selling precious Hibiridum to inspiring the early retirement of a CEO; Dagora did it all. This was no different. In fact, for him, this was routine...but that did not mean that it was going to be an easy task. Most that the Dar'manda encountered were either pristinely ungifted or lacking of a Force connection altogether. The woman before him, however, was a full-fledged Knight of the Templar Order.

Yet, if reaching his ambition was easy...then everyone would have achieved it by now.

Delving deep, Dagora mustered the malice that stained his very heart and soul. Ancient Sith rolled forth from his tongue as a low growl, commanding the Darkness within to manifest in a spell of malicious intent. Much akin to a serpent, the Force obeyed; coiling itself about the mind of the unfortunate Knight. Now, the battle began...the battle of her ensnared Will versus his "serpentine" dominance. The Dar'manda, whilst eager to achieve victory in this conflict, was rather careful in how much effort and power he put behind the spell. Too much "oomph" would result in a mind reduced to puddy; and that would simply sully the plans he had built altogether. No, he needed her mind to remain relatively intact...yet marred with a simple alteration: Subservience.

Tara, despite the pain which still plagued her body, attempted to put up a fight. Her Will struggled with fervor against the Dar'manda's bonds; yet with each "move", Dagora coiled tighter. He squeezed and squeezed and squeezed...until the Knight had no strength left to fight. Akin to a candle exposed to a breeze, the fervor of her Will was snuffed out...and the Darkness annexed her mind. The process, from this point, was relatively swift; and Dagora did not linger in the woman's mind for long. He did not need to know her innermost secrets or desires. He did not care about her personal history. All that mattered was that she obeyed whilst remaining herself. And, when it was all said and done, Dagora found that he was successful in this task.

Standing tall, the Dar'manda looked down upon the enthralled Knight and awaited a response. Tara, now shuddering ever so slightly, made her way to her knees before uttering a handful of vastly important words.

"What is your bidding, Master?"

"We'll start from the top." he replied. "Tell me where the other Templars are."

 

[H3xle]

Location: Dropship -> Ground
Objective: Erradicate Vong Survivors
Allies: [member="draco vereen"], [member="Freanne"], @Techno Union, @ArmaTech
Enemies: Vong


Draco Vereen and his combined force of ArmaTech soldiers and Techno Union droids had broken the majority of the Vong presence on Zhar. Similar to Rodia, the Vong who survived were attempting to escape the planet. This time, however, the Techno Union had planned for such an occurrence, and they had kept Aron and a unit of ArmaTech outfitted clanker droids prepped in a Shieldbreaker Dropship. When word came from the ArmaTech teams that the majority of the Vong were dead or in retreat, they tracked the path of egress the Vong were taking and launched the dropship to cut them off.

Aron grinned behind the faceplate of his arbiter combat helmet. It and his Olympian armor were on loan from the stores of ArmaTech, surprisingly the company was ready to arm and armor people of any size, as his six foot ten inch height and equally massive width made it difficult to find clothing or armor without having to customize it. He rechecked the ArmaTech DWS rifle to make sure that it was set. As he was facing off against vong, he was ready with the dragons breath ammo that Draco's company also supplied. He didn't bother to visually check on his droids, he could see on his heads up display that they were all powered up and networked together. Their weapons were loaded and ready to go. All they needed was the Vong.

The dropship rocked as it smashed through the atmosphere, the Shieldbreaker's not being meant to be dainty and nimble, they didn't glide through the air, the split it like an ax split a log, sheer violence. After a few minutes of turbulence, the braking engines kicked in and they reduced their speed considerably until a final shock had them on the ground. The hatch popped and Aron was out before the first of the droids.

On his heads up display, he saw that the surviving vong were spread out in a line roughly thirty meters across, and there were roughly twenty of them. If Aron had not been in battle mode, he might have been sad there were so few. He silently deployed his droids, one setting up directly in front of a single vong, with the five remaining droids being two meters behind that line spread out one for every four front line droids. He positioned himself a meter behind the four reserve droids in the center. He went down to a knee and sighted down his rifle as he waited.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Gall
Objective: Alpha
Allies: [member="Raziel"] [member="Canade-Kel"]
[10/20]

Orick cursed as another of his droids dropped. He was down to half a dozen and there was still one enemy droid standing. Whoever had built these things had made sure that they could handle themselves in a fight. He wondered about the droid brain inside of it as he moved from cover to fire another set of blaster shots into the crate the droid was hiding behind. " You three" he said point to the droids on his left. "Flank to the left. The rest of you flank right. I'll keep the thing in place."

He ducked behind cover just long enough to change the cas canister on the rifle and he was back in the fight. He wasn't aiming to hit the droid so much as he was trying to keep the droid in place. He put the blaster rifle on full auto and punished the crate and the ones around it with constant fire. He was watching his HUD to check where the droids were and he was rewarded with a blistering volley of attacks on the droid from both sides. He moved forward and was rewarded with the confirmation of the death of the last droid. He didn't stop to inspect the handiwork, he just pushed forward.

He needed to find the control room for this place, or at very least the server room. He moved forward as quickly as he could do and still cover his fields of fire, the droids following behind him closely. He covered the distance across the room quickly and found the the far wall. He pushed the groups of three droids out along the wall until one of them found another door. He moved forward and didn't spend much time before pressing the the pad to open the door.

The room was bright and filled with banks of computers. Finally something had gone his way. He moved forward into the room and turned, "Nothing gets into this room. " He said to the droids as he tried to figure out which computer would be the one he needed to slice.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Obj: Charlie[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Gall City[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Marek Starchaser"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][09/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Borian gave the simplest of shrugs which designated a certain level of dignity.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Now.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Because that was the entire thing of working with the Saiba Group and by extent the Eridium Industrial and the Techno Union, they didn’t waste any time. Once accords were reached the actual work could start immediately and that was what would happen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]From the beginning of the discussion the combined corporate fleets of Saiba and Eridium had already started to enter the system proper, making preliminary testings, establishing footholds on the various worlds and construction stations that would be used as staging grounds for all the operations of both corporate giants under Irani’s control.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]That was simply the way they rolled.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And so the papers would be signed, people would be made happy and another world would accept the gracious protection of the Union.[/SIZE]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Location: Gall City
Objective: Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems
Post: 10?

Effective. This was what the Union was. They came in, they hit hard, they offered exactly what people wanted to hear and a whole bunch of things they didn’t know they wanted. And then they ran off. That was how business was done. Kind of like the weapon you only needed to fire once. The one thing was that the Union and the spearheading companies didn’t lose.

It wasn’t in their cards.

Marek knew they were arriving, and that was all he needed to know. The discussions would go according to plan because the Union provided a lot of services most worlds didn’t even know they needed. Part of it was getting rid of the Vong, the other part? Making the worlds worthwhile to live on again. He stepped forward and shook hands with the Zhar and Gall representatives.

“We have several ships entering orbit as we speak. We… don’t like to keep our partners waiting.” Marek grinned.

[member="Darell Irani"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Ground
Objective: Supply Depot
Allies: [member="Freanne"] [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: Vong
[12/20]

I approached the Mythosaur on the ground, four of the black armored soldiers following me to its doors, which were inconveniently placed for boarding, twenty meters above our heads, give or take. But luckily we were equipped with jump packs so it was hardly an issue. In fact it had been a design feature to help prevent the vehicle from being taken over or boarded unwillingly. Most infantry didn’t make use of jump packs. Most infantry were fools. According to the captain, my second in command had just arrived, a bit late, but no harm done. She had been assigned to the detail late and hadn’t come aboard until recently. I didn’t personally know the woman and the Techno Union had only given me paltry details about her, but they obviously believed she was capable if the assigned her to me. That or they had assigned me a babysitter, which was understandable. Either way, when I arrived at the Operations Center aboard the Mythosaur I was greeted with a salute from the captain and very cordially introduced. “Sir this is Commander Kohler. Ma’am, this is Commander Vereen.” He said before excusing himself from our immediate vicinity.

“Nice to meet you miss Kohler. I’m glad you could come out and assist in finishing up this operation. Once we are done the clean-up crew is going to look for anything the Galactic Empire may have missed.” I told her quietly.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Gall City
Objective D: Pitch business idea and work out
Allies: [member="Eeth Forte"]
Post: 10/20

"I get it, brother. I totally get it," Max said, leaning on a nearby elliptical track machine which threatened to topple over under his weight. At 6'8" and 208 lbs the pink cat was a massive feline speciman of sinew, muscle and fur. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and gave himself some double finger guns.

"So what I've been thinking about are loans. Now I know you are into stocks, securities, high yielding investments but there is an increasing demand for lending, especially here on Gall and in other areas of the galaxy." He waved his big pink paws around like a wizard.

"Picture the InterGalactic Bank of Manda Lending Solutions... funded in duel partnership between you and me, of course."

The Cathar grabbed an enormous dumbbell and began to lift it effortlessly as though it were made of styrofoam.

"I have access to... how should I put it? Loan Enforcers if you catch my drift. Just to make sure our clients pay on time and per their contracts. I was a criminal defense lawyer as you know."

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Obj: Charlie[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Gall City[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Marek Starchaser"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][10/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And so it was that the Techno Union expanded its control over the Zhar System, presumably Carach and Tmoxin found the Hidden Jedi Temple and took whatever the Sith Lord wished from it, establishing a chapter of the Obsidian Order amidst the half-salvaged remains of starships long since expired. Presumably they would figure out a way to both get what they want on a different time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Eridium Industrial and Saiba Group found a new foothold within the system, working for the glory of the Techno Union with every little step they took. The infrastructure would be modernized, things would be repaired or replaced.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Marek would probably get his desired casinos and entertainment in the Zhar System and generally everyone would once again be gratified to know that they had done a stellar job. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Techno Union.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They knew exactly how to handle an expansion and make merry in the meantime.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Techno Union.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Heil.[/SIZE]