The world below him had no name, and could be found on no star charts. How the Supreme Leader knew of it, he had no clue. It was a bright ball of blues and whites, with only a bit of green and brown betraying the only two habitable continents the sensors had been able to identify. An enormous frigid anomaly took place on the north of the westmost landmass, one that the ensigns aboard the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer Finalizer had been baffled by, while on the eastern continent he could feel a pull, an interesting sensation not unlike the Dark Side's influence.

Kylo Ren was brought out of his musings by General Hux and Captain Phasma, walking up to him. "The primitives have obviously not noticed our presence. We await only your commands." -said Hux stiffly.

"What do we know of them?" -asked Kylo.

"They number less than fifty-five million in total, and are distributed mostly on the southern end of the western continent. The eastern continent is more sparsely populated." -the General dutifully informed.

Ren nodded, then turned to Phasma. "What of the status of our troops?"

"A full legion of Stormtroopers awaits your command, Lord Ren. Eight thousand foot soldiers and their transports, plus two fighter wings. Five vehicle squads and a full complement of 500 engineers. Plus, two of your fellow Knights of Ren, and your personal shuttle." -she reported.

Kylo hummed. "Eight thousand Stormtroopers to subjugate five million people...assuming some ten percent of their population are combat capable, we are still heavily outnumbered."

Hux scoffed. "Armed with projectile weaponry at the worst? Slugthrowers have not been effective in combat since the early days of the Old Republic, and I highly doubt these primitives have created them yet."

Captain Phasma spoke up. "With all due respect, sir, it's not their technology, but their numbers that matter. A Krayt Dragon may easily slay a hundred Banthas, but a million will bury it under sheer weight."

Hux saw the logic in the argument, but pride muted him. Kylo Ren smirked. "Captain Phasma is correct, and given my Master's orders prohibiting a simple orbital bombardment, I suggest we work on our strategy."

The holographic display reflected a map of the two continents. "We have been given a timeframe of one year to accomplish our task. I believe conquering both continents simultaneously is possible. Captain Phasma, you and one of the Knights shall take half our forces and conquer the eastern continent. You will not slay more natives than absolutely necessary. If diplomacy is required until such a time we do not need their compliance, then so be it."

Phasma saluted smartly. "It shall be done, Lord Ren."

"I'm sure it will, Captain. Plexus Ren will be under your command until further notice."

The durasteel plated soldier walked off, cape billowing in her wake. "Placing one of your own under the Captain may be unwise, Lord Ren. Loathe as I am to admit it, a Knight of Ren is seldom an asset to be controlled." -said Hux.

Kylo Ren turned to the redhead. "I expect the Captain knows this. She will not control Plexus Ren. She will unleash him."

Hux visibly paled, but swallowed and nodded. "What of our forces?"

"As soon as Phasma's troops leave this vessel, we will land." -he said simply.

The General frowned. "This warship is not designed for atmospheric flight, let alone landing procedures, my Lord."

Ren shrugged mentally. "Can it be done?" -he asked an ensign who'd been eavesdropping.

The young man blanched, but nodded. "It is not very likely the Star Destroyer will be able to take off again, but it should be able to land safely."

"Good." -the dark lord said. He turned to Hux once more. "Have a TIE squad make a high altitude flight. Find a suitable landing location, and ready a division of Stormtroopers for landing operations."