A Diplomatic Engagement...

[Zorin Hexes]

Captain Hexes brushed back his hair, gazing silently from the main view port of the Imperial Star Destroyer 2, Vengeance. Behind the massive ship, four Fire-Class Light Frigates made their slow approach. Coruscant was indeed a beautiful world... It was a shame that some of it was about to be destroyed - Even if it was an enemy installation.

"Ensign," Hexes began, turning his attention to a considerably younger man at the navigation controls, "alert me when we are within range of the embassies."

"Yes, sir."

Zorin smiled and turned to the young woman who manned the controls in the crew pit. "What word have we recieved from the frigates?"

"All ships have repoted in. They are armed, and battle-ready, sir. I took the liberty of requesting are current data from Coruscant on both the The Sith Order and The Empires embassies. They have been reported to be fully staffed. Approximately 46 civilians are also present within the attack radius."

"You impress me, Ensign," His eyes showed a gleem of satisfication, "I'll remember your intiative once mission debriefing begins."

"Captain, we are now within firing range." The young man at the navigation controls looked up at him, apparently dissapointed in his own lack of tact. It could have been him who had earned Zorin's notice...

"Accuracy report?" Zorin shot at him, more of a cold comand than a question.

"At current range the computer reports a possibility of 92.5% accuracy."

"Please keep me informed, Ensign. I shouldn't have had to ask you."

The young man stayed quiet for a moment, turning his head to the central view port. "Yes, sir..."

"Thank you..." Zorin breathed deeply, looking one last time to the planet just slightly below his ship. "Transmit Message: All Fire-Class Light Frigates, you may begin your attack when ready. Bombardment Turbolasers only; We want to assure that there are as few civilian casualitiesas possible. Transmission Over."


Picking up speed, the Fire-Class Light Frigates Fire XXXII, Fire XXXIII, Fire XXXIV, and Fire XXXV, began their attack pattern. Scrambling over the area in a flashy show of grace, the Bombardment Turbolasers opened fire, short burst after short burst striking at directly their targets. All communications within the attack perimeter went down, cutting off the two installations from the outside world. Below on the Diplomatic Section of Coruscant, two smaller buildings burst into a shower of durasteel and rock. Their Comm Centers had been rapidly, and very methodically, destroyed.

"Report?" Zorin called to the girl in the crew pit, still staring at the fireworks show before him.

"Both installations' communications have been 'jammed,' sir. At current range, accuracy for the Fire-Class Light Frigates is 99.7%. Accuracy for the Vengeance... Reporting 99.5%."

[Zorin Hexes]

The Captain sighed slightly, but it had gone unnoticed by his officers. "Excellent," he called back to her. The attack was going just as he had wished, but somewhere deep down inside, he felt the true absence of a challenge. The Fire-Class Light Frigates once again opened fire, this time the beams raining down in longer and brighter bursts. Within a few more seconds, it was over. Down on Coruscant, none present within the radius of the blasts has survived the attack. Both embassies had been effectively destroyed. "Send word to the Diktat: Mission Objective complete."

"Yes, sir."

"What word have we recieved of civilians casualities?" He glanced to his right, and then down at another young man, who now scrambled over the controls to dind the proper reading.

"Sir, civilian casualties..." He stopped, then raised a brow. "Well, they appear to be low. Less than twenty-five."

"Wonderful. Bring us about. We're leaving. Ensign," He turned to the red-headed girl in the crew pit, then tapped his foot along the edge, bringing her out of her workaholic trance, "have a clean up crew dispatched onto the planets surface. Inform them that it would be wise to bring a dettachment of Storm Troopers along - just in case. It's almost certain that there were no survivors, but if there are, then we wouldn't want to risk losing a valuable prisoner."

"Yes, Captain."

Hexes took another deep breath, then finally leaned back into the seat completly. This mission had been anything but exciting. "Have all the frigates regrouped?"

"Yes, sir."

"Send a holo-transmission of these events to the respective organizations which those embassies belonged to, and prepair to jump to hyperspace on my order."

[Zorin Hexes]

"Both Transmissions are complete, sir."

Zorin looked toward's the man at the navigation controls, then nodded. "Signal the group, and jump to hyperspace when ready." A second more passed away after his last words, and then the fleet was gone, a flash of light being the only remenants of it's presence. Aboard the vessels, all light seemed to come together at a single point, melding together as the fleet vanished into space, ripples settling calmly behind it.

[Storm Trooper 6796563]

Below on Coruscant's diplomatic sector, A squad of Storm Troopers marched in unison, all one-hundred of them whearing the same white, glistening, armour paddings. The suqad leader signaled the left score, waving his hand to the right, then shifted his fingers foward. Twenty Storm Troopers broke away from the dettachment, turning into a section of the city where smoke was no continually rising upwards towards the sky. The Sith Order's former embassy lay in utter ruins, a few pieces of charred bodies drifting aimlessly about. The Storm Troopers surrounded the pile of ash, glancing about the area. An emotionless filtered voice echoed through their helmets.

"Group one, begin searching the wreckage and all surrounding buildings. I'm taking group two ahead towards the other one. If you find anyone, stun them. Our orders are to take them alive." The voice died away suddenly, the clatter of the remaining eighty troopers' white platted armour making it's way all around the remains of The Sith Empire's embassy. This one surly had no survivors, for it was here were most civilian casualties had occured. The squad commander looked over the scene, then shook his head to the others behind him. "Nothing survived this. Lets turn back."

Just as they began their departure, a single civilian turned a corner, covered in soot and ash, and opened fire. One Storm Trooper fell noiseley to the ground, the other around him turning without hesitation or fear, and pulling their triggers. Six blue waves impacted the attacker and sent him sprawling to the floor unconciouss.

"Grab him!" The filtered voice came through, four troopers already moving in around the man to pick him up. Moments later, the entire dettachment had set up in block, the commander and a few other officers gathered in front with the prisoner.

"Is the feed ready?"

"Yes, sir."

The voices were indistinguishable, one in the same, all of them coming through the same standard comm channel.

"Get on your knees, scum." The commander order, jabbing the man in the back. He fell foward, unable to catch his balance without use of his hand, which had been tightly secured in magnetic manacles. He grunted, yelling out something loudly in a very obnoxious alien language.

"For the crime of espionage and treason, you are hearby sentenced to death under Imperial Law."

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Smoke rose up from the enemy captors body, but now it simply lay there on the ground, unmoving and charred.

"Where's the other one?"

"Over here, sir."

"Get him on his knees. We have orders to sweep the rest of the perimeter, inside and out. Someone down at intelligence said there might have been a leak about the attack, and there could be some members of the staff hiding out inside the commercial structures."

Two troopers tossed the man face first into the ground, placing their white-armoured boots against his lower back with a sickening crack. The company commander moved foward and placed the clean straight end of the blaster rifle to his head, jamming it against the ground painfully.

"For the crime of espionage and treason, you are hearby sentenced to death under Imperial Law."

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"That's all of them."

"Alright, lets get moving. Close the holo-feed. Group one, two, three, and four: split up and make a sweep." The dry voice was cut off, then continued on as the designated leader pointed towards a taller skyscrapper just above them. "Regroup at this point."





Hours later, their search had concluded. The remaining survivor had been a droid. A droid which would be interrogated, and dismantled, if there was any suspicion that it could hold information of value to the Empire.