Wrath of Steel

A Stargate SG1, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Crossover

by

Heavyneos

Summary:

Set between the episodes Within the Serpents Grasp and Serpents lair the Season 1 finale and the Season 2 premiere of SG1. A hyperspace malfunction sends a CIS resupply fleet and its escort to another universe its commander a human from the earth that fell into the life of a Naboo noble family who thought he could change the outcome of the Clone Wars finds himself once again in a new and yet familiar world longing for home but always seeking adventure.

(Raxus, Capital of the Confederacy.)

The Lucrehulk battleship Indefatigable under the Command of Captain Ars was holding station above the capital of the Confederacy her commander Ars had been summoned by Count Dooku himself. The Count of Serenno and the founder of the Confederacy really summons anyone let alone a mid-tier commander like Ars Saxon. He chose his best uniform with his most civilian friendly armour, consisting of an Amour weave flack vest, designed after the body armour from Naboo's Security forces, though the armour plates inside the vest were Chromium with armour weave leather like Vambrace. He had chosen to use a black armour weave rather than the warm soft brown leather of the Naboo, which would have been a stark contrast against the cold blues and greys of the confederacy uniform.

This was a departure from his usual pure Beskar battle armour but with the situation on Mandalore, he felt it best to not stick out as a Mandalorian heritage and as he had many times before hid behind his Mothers Naboo roots.

The doors to the Count's office closed with a slight his of the hydraulic mechanics, the man himself was sat behind his desk back straight not leaning but commanding over a small stack of documents.

Between him and the desk were twelve Magna-guard droids all spaced arms distance apart their red lensed eyes tracking him as he made his way to the desk their heads not moving a micron. The entire office was identical to the one within the Count's own palace on his home planet, complete with a large panoramic window giving him a view over the ocean, as Ars came to the desk, he clicked his jackbooted heels like a Prussian officer then saluted sharply with a snap.

"Reporting as Ordered Count."

The man didn't look up from his work for a moment, not that Ars cared, but the unsettling smell of the room was distracting him, as he stood at attention, he observed clusters of lit candles at seemingly strategic points of the room with a small bottle of some type of burning incense and the unsettling smell of burnt cinnamon.

"Captain Ars of Naboo." He said his voice smooth as silk but felt oily as his words danced in his ears, the deep rumbling of the count's voice belayed a power and strength that men of his age seldom kept. "I must say that I was surprised that a pacifistic nation as Naboo could produce a commander as gifted as you." He looked up from his work and leaned back in his chair placing the quill-like writing device he was using into an inkwell looking holder.

Ars hated the man the Count had made him become. At the outbreak of Fighting, he was still the political idealist but as the full scope of the War and campaign, after campaign had dragged out into a World War One like attrition war even the space combat, he had been forced to do things that would label him as a war criminal on earth.

"Sir?" he asked inquisitively, He knew that the Count would throw the Naboo tag at him at every chance, knowing that it was the reason his father's clan called him a half breed. But that was how the Count operated these days using every chink in peoples armour to spit the most effective barbes at them.

"Your tactic in the mid-rim campaign was reported as innovative." The Count ran a hand through his beard giving an air of both dismissive humour and thoughtful understanding, "after reviewing the data I must say that I am impressed."

"Thank you, Sir," he stood slightly straighter in his attention as the count's slimy gaze swept over him, he could feel a film of sick darkness fell upon him as if some grate darkness had regurgitated its revolting bile all over him.

"It was so impressive in fact that after reviewing it we are promoting you to the rank of Commander and assigning you your first mission."

"Thank you, sir, I shall endeavour to make sure that you do not regret this sir."

"See that you don't." there was a silence for a moment, leaving the implied threat to sit like a black cloud on an otherwise sunny day, only the light buzzing of active power packs from the Counts Mechanised bodyguards broke the unsettling quiet. "Your first mission is a milk run" he smiled, "you are to set up a new droid foundry in the Yavin system, you will be supplied planetary shipyard constructors and droid foundries, I want them operational as soon as possible."

"It will be done, sir."

"Good, I shall inspect them upon my return."

"Your return sir?"

"Indeed, the Mid Rim Push has stalled, so I will be opening a new front, that's all you need to know for now you have your own job to do."

Ars saluted once again clicking his heels he spun on his heel and marched out.

(Privet quarters Lucrehulk Indefatigable.)

The Lucrehulk is the largest ship class in the confederate fleet, it was designed by the Trade Federation to be opulent but at the same time highly armed and armoured matching its cargo capacity with the comfort it was quite literally a palace in the space.

This opulence could not be more on display than in the commanders' personal quarters within the core control ship. These were truly monumental in size and palatial in their comforts, it was as if they had plucked the most luxurious palaces living rooms and dining rooms and bedrooms and just made them into a gigantic bungalow for the commander.

But in this instance Ars had no great love for it, he had been dropped in this universe after an accident involving a truck and landed into the opulent life of a Naboo Royal, or at least a minor one.

He picked up a glass containing very strong and thankfully numbing alcohol. He was sitting in darkness alone Ars held his head in his hands and wept.

Even the once comforting stars could not take away the one truth that had consumed him, he had failed, he had 23 years and he had failed. At eight years he had elected to go to Mandalore and connect with his father's family, that being Clan Saxon, from there he had reinvented himself as a Mandalorian warrior he had sworn his oath at eighteen young than most, but he was driven to undo the fall of the Jedi.

But he had discovered the true meaning behind the phrase "man plans, and the Gods laugh". It was as if the force itself had ordained that the Jedi had to die and no matter what he tried he had failed to stop or even slow it down.

He tried talking to the Jedi but there his wish to be prepared had bitten him in the ass, they were distrustful of anything to do with Mandalorians and if he did manage to talk to someone something always came up so that he was never in the presence of any councilman or and most absurdly there was never any appointments. He tried using the pull both sides of his family had with the senate but that didn't work by the time, he had achieved even an inkling of a step forward with the Jedi Naboo was in the process of being invaded by the Trade Federation and his cousin the Queen had fled the planet.

A hectic time for all but most unfortunate in its timing. He had arrived in the system as the Trade Federation Droid control ship had been destroyed. Then even with the Jedi on the planet after the battle, he was still unable to contact them or even speak with them. the closest he had gotten was calling to master Yoda before Mace Windu had cut him off and the delegation had left the planet.

So, plan B was to find Jango Fett, to do so Ars had resumed his Mando identity re-joining the bounty hunter guilds and using his skills as a fighter and tactician to get him in the door with the fledgling CIS. That had partly succeeded enough that he was on Count Dooku's radar but not enough to be a key player so by the time he had first met Jango, Windu took his head an hour later. He had tried passing intelligence through intermediaries that had failed spectacularly with the pasty he had set up getting caught and killed.

he had even lost his temper enough to try and tell the Jedi directly only for the master and padawan to be killed a few hours later by General Grievous in a ship battle.

he had even gone so far as to an attempted assassination of Sidious using several IG model assassin droids in the end, he chalked it up to the force refusing to allow the stagnation of the Jedi to continue, even if it had to wipe the board clean to do it.

The true tragedy for him as the children the younglings he could do nothing for them they would fall to bolts of clones and the blade of Vader.

He could only hope that one of his automated contingency plans would kick in and take the dark SOB to hell.

After an hour his tears dried, and half the bottle had been drunk. He had been informed that the last ships in his section had arrived, they were refuelled and ready for redeployment. He had nothing but the next mission now. The soft chime of the ship's internal communications broke Ars mournful state.

"What!"

"The fleet is ready for deployment sir" the voice belonged to the T-series Tactical droid that was his advisor and second in command. It was an octave deeper than the standard B1 or OOM droids and the warble that it immitted reminded him of Watt Tambor the techno union leader.

"I'm on my way" Ars replied he grabbed his Mandalorian armour, gun belt and Helmet he had added a golden Confederate badge magnetically attaching it to his chest plate as he had done his knives to the front of his armour.

The Helmet was designed after the Imperial Mandalorian helmets from Clan Saxon it had two sets of antenna ears and an attachment reminiscent of the Protectors that did the job of binoculars and a missile targeting system for his triple missiles in his jet pack.

Ars had mastered whistling birds to an extent not often found in Clan Saxon having two sets of Whistling bird launchers one on each vambrace along with the standard grappling hook on the left hand and flame thrower on the right. He could direct a single bird to hit a target at midrange while dodging every obstacle and could do the same with the entire flock.

It wasn't a long walk to the command bridge but for Ars it was his first as a Commander of the CIS fleet. He had been given the standard sized flight for his first command, sixteen ships consisting of 3 DH-Omni supply ships, that housed facilities for a droid foundry and shipyard, 10 Munificent Frigates commanded by the latest upgraded OOM series battle droids, 2 Recusant Light destroyers whom he had been assured of as having there crashing issue solved, and his own Lucrehulk Battleship.

The bridge doors opened horizontally revealing the cavernous space that had a single large chair it was built into the floor but could rotate to face the communications wall the pilot station and weapons station was housed down several steps in a computing pit. The design would be used by echoed by the Imperial Navy in a few years.

"The fleet reports it is ready to depart." The T-series droid turned to see Commander Ars enter his distinct helmet tucked under his arm.

"Excellent work Bob." He said to the T-series droid painted to Royal Navy blue with off white crème accents, "synchronize Hyperdrives." He ordered as he pulled out his Naboo handcrafted chronometer from one of the pouches on his gun belt he placed it in his left hand.

"Drives synchronized" Ars looked up from the watch for a moment then back down to the chronometer as the minute hand reached the correct position, he held up his right hand.

"Jump on my count, 3, 2, 1," with each second, he dropped a finger, then as he said "Jump!", he pointed two fingers straight ahead. A moment later the ship lurched forward, the blazing stars began to streak then in a flash of white light the blue tunnel of hyperspace erupted, and they were away.

"Eta to target fifteen hours," said Bob as Ars replaced the chronometer into its pouch, he had to adjust his right leg S5 Blaster on his left as the wooden handle was digging into his leg forcing the leg armour to raise up into a very uncomfortable place.

It was an issue that his WESTAR-34's rarely had in their shoulder holsters he had seen Jango use the gun and waited two of his own. The company was more than willing to make it out of the Cortosis, Dallorian metals that he had supplied, it cost a pretty penny, but the strength of the blasts out put buy the weapon would put a Jedi trying to deflect it on there ass.

"Excellent, I want battle drills and simulations run for the next 5 hours we'll review the readiness drill and adjust any issues that can rise up before a combat situation." He put his helmet on and synchronized it with the computer allowing him grater control of the ship's functions. Tracking the movement of every Heavy Turbo Laser turret and AA emplacement along the ring and on the core.

"Understood sir." The T-series nodded its mind harmonised with the Lucrehulks powerful droid brain and relayed the orders leaving the two to enter into a comfortable silence as Ars watched the blue tunnel for a moment when it happened.

There was an explosion ahead of them as if some external force had detected them and tried to pull them out of hyper space. The tunnel began to shift in colour from the regular blue going several shades darker, then several shades lighter. The tunnel began to distort unnaturally as if they had entered a gravity well then there was another bright flash, and they were in normal space again. the lurch to a stop was so great that it pulled him from his seat, and he slid on his belly across the floor like a fallen speed skater he came to a stop just before the bulkhead.

"What was that?" he shouted as he got to his feet, he began to straighten himself before he climbed back the steps and sat back into his command chair. If not for his armour he would have seriously hurt himself probably needing a few hours in the med bay.

"unknown" reported Bob, the Droid had barely moved from its tending position its arms still clasped behind its back. "Sensors detected a burst of what appeared to be gravimetric particles as if an artificial gravity well had been created."

"To what end?"

"Unknown."

"Any hypothesis?"

"It has been hypothesised that a sufficiently powerful Gravity Well can pull as ship from hyperspace interdicting the hyperspace process and making it impossible to renter hyperspace.

"Could it have damaged the Hyperdrive core?" the Droid didn't answer immediately so Ars made it an order "I want damage reports from the fleet now."

"Communications, I want a line to Raxus to inform them we've had some type of engine malfunction or a republic weapons test."

"Unable to establish communications like with Raxus sir." It was an OOM droid that spoke, Bob was busy with something else given how fast and alarmingly his eyes were blinking.

"Fleet reports no damage." Said Bob, "unable to establish a link with any CIS forces, stellar cartography dose not recognised any star patterns or constellations unable to contact hyper wear from Raxus."

"Find the nearest solar system let's see if we can get our bearings." He ordered, the chorus Roger, Roger that followed made him roll his eyes in frustration.

Luckily the nearest solar system wasn't too far away cosmically speaking it was a standard yellow sun and eight planets with several dwarf planets farther out and some asteroid belts within the system. As the fleet entered there was something eerily familiar about the planets that they passed.

"Jupiter" Ars whispered to himself no other Gas Giants looked like Jupiter it was unique, and he had looked through almost the entire database looking for a home when he was a child on Naboo. Or rather he had described the planets and the families' droids had done the heavy lifting.

"You recognise this gas giant?"

"Indeed, set coordinates for the third planet in the system and prep for a micro-jump." He said, there was an undertone of pure excitement, he was home after so long he was home. "There is an asteroid field ahead make sure we're above it when we jump" he smiled "no need for any undue risks when I'm this close." He thought out loud

"Adjustments made," said Bob his eyes flashed for a moment "Coordinates set."

"Jump!" there was a brief flash of light, then a large blue planet was in the window. A sense of pure joy washed over Ars if he wasn't sitting, he was sure that his legs would have given out on him. A single tear made its way from his eye as the emotion threatened to overwhelm him.

"we're detecting a small station in planetary orbit." Ars nodded that was probably either the ISS or some new station "a large amount of space debris from chemical rockets, several satellites for planetary communications a rather primitive world."

"Yes," he smiled "yes, it is."

"Sensors detecting two large signatures, addendum detecting primitive Nuclear ordinance and an unknown element."

"What, are we targeted?"

"Negative, Target appears to be unknown contacts."

"What, bring them on screen."

(SGC moments before launch.)

"Impact in 7," said Walter his eyes locked onto the screen "6" he could feel the tension increase the smug smile on the Majors' face began to widen "5" the two distinct lines closed on the red icons indicated the Goa'uld mother ships. He could see General Hammond's fist clench "4" he looked up for a moment in prayer, "Impact," he said calmly but he knew it was too early.

"TRACKING LOST" in Bright red with the calculations of when the impact happened "no" he heard from behind him before he had an update

"Space Command confirms early detonation." He said holding his earpiece closer to cut out any noise, "it hit some kind of energy barrier, NASA confirms no Damage."

"But that's impossible"

"Space Command has just spotted sixteen new contacts."

"What!" it came out as a strangled squeak "sixteen." He sat shakily in a chair in shocked horror.

(Indefatigable Command Bridge.)

They watched as two streaks impacted the amber shields that the ships had. The joy he had experienced burned to ash; he clenched his fist in pure rage. This wasn't his home, but it was as close as he could manage right now.

He wracked his brain for a moment before a plan began to form. In season 1 and 2 of Stargate SG1, the main opponents of Apophis are Cronus and Heru'ur out of those two Cronus was the most cunning and would only expose a new technology after he had tested it effectively before he would risk unleash it. Heru'ur on the other hand was a hot head and would attack with new tech tested or not.

With a plan effectively in his head, he turned to Bob.

"I know who those unknown targets belong to." he said with a sigh "I want all ships to battle stations the DH-Omni ships to jump to the second planet and begin scanning it for suitability." He took the Helmet off pushed a button and a pedestal rose from the floor, he placed his helmet on to it. "Have an artificial voice box brought up from medical."

"At once sir but may I ask why?"

"All will be revealed in due course," he said as an OOM security droid entered with the device in its three-fingered hand. He took the device and attached it to the back of his neck. "Test, test 1,2,3" he adjusted the device while talking until he got the correct depth and trill to make him sound like a Goa'uld. "Open communication to those ships."

The T Droid nodded as the wall that held the communications began to activate the large throne chair turned to face it and Ars forcibly removed all emotion from his face. He needed to keep in character and play this right.

"It seems Lord Cronos was correct you are more bark than bight Apophis."

"Who dares" came the roar from the screen as it solidified into the image of Apophis, his eyes blazing with intense hatred.

"I am Prometheus Under Lord to the future master of all, Cronos, and while my Lord lays waste to your territory he has given the honour of dealing with you, and in return, I shall have Chulak as my Capital World."

"Cronos would never dare to…"

"My Lord dares as much as he likes he is the High King, and you are Lord Ra's wastrel of a brother."

"I will mount your skull over my mantel."

"You will try fool, you will try." He fished cutting the communications and pulling the device from his neck. "Target those ships with all weapons and charge the Ion cannons I want a triple shot ready for each ship." He placed the helmet placed it onto his lap, the stand disappearing back into the floor, another droid appeared with a small try attached to its head with what appeared to be China tea pot and a single cup and saucer. "Get the first wave Vultures launched immediately all hyena bombers are to be armed with ion bombs I want those shields down and I want those ships boarded immediately."

"Sir... I don't…"

"I said Immediately."

"Yes sir."

Space erupted in a torrent of glowing red bolts impacted the ships amber shields from a truly vast array of Turbo Laser turrets. The shield visibly buckling under the barrage of so many ships.

"Have Munificent Wing two pressure the starboard ship I want to force them between us and the planets gravity well if we're lucky this fool will drop into atmosphere and be trapped." Said Ars as he poured a Naboo blend of Tea into the cup.

"I understand Sir" replied Bob "ion Cannons ready Sir."

"Then by all means fire." pail white, blue bolts that slammed into the ship's amber shields like a hammer through glass, lightning erupted as they stopped and the ships visibly lost power for a moment as the swarm of Vulture droids began making an attack run.

(SGC)

"General Hammond" called Walter the General was speaking in the Red Phone to the president and the joint chiefs who were adamant that they shouldn't mobilize yet.

"With all due respect and deference sir if we don't mobilize now, we'll never mobilize again." he looked up from the phone "excuse me we have a new development." He said putting the phone down. "What is it, Walter?"

"The two fleets are engaging each other over North America there is no way we can cover this up sir, the larger fleet just launched over a thousand fighters."

"And the Goa'uld response."

"They have launched 75 Death Gliders and 18 midsized attack ships."

"My God, there's no hiding it now." He walked back to the Red Phone and brought it to his ear. "This is Hammond get me the Joint Chiefs." Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the red banner of CNN announcing aliens over the West Coast with the image of the Ha'tak taken from an observatory camera in Canada engaging the strange beetle like ships with blue warpaint and a strange octagonal emblem emblazoned on its hull.

The Banner Read

"War of the Worlds!?"

(Klorel's Ha'tak)

SG1 and Bra'tac renegades were thrown around the corridor by a powerful concussive force that left them stunned for a moment. Slowly the got to their feet as the sound of heavy pummelling not unlike that of a jack hammer or rain through a synthesizer.

"That was definitely a shield impact."

"I will get to the Pel'Tac, Klorel believes that I am still loyal, I will find out what is happening." He held out a hand his other was grasping his Ma'tok Staff "be prepared my old friend." He said as Teal'c grasped his mentor by the wrist the two locked eyes deep within each warrior could see the true resolve and understanding that only can exist between two warriors who have shared battle and bread, today was the day that either the Goa'uld would fall, or they would.

Klorel stood behind the control pedestal, and he was animated with a fury that the young lord had not experienced in his short life. Today was to be his day of triumph his grate debut and first conquest, he was to be the warrior that conquered the first world, and it would be his world from then out a jewel that only Ra himself had ever had before.

He was flanked by no less than four of his father's Serpent Guard everyone of them hand picked by the greatest Jaffa master since Jaffa himself for whom they are all named. He watched as many of his Udajeet were struck down and the Al'Kesh were hounded by strangely shaped ships that blocked any attempt they made at attacking the capital ships.

What was more frustrating was that they were pushing his and his father's ship into the gravity well this action would force the ship to lose some of its agility and as well as making a hyperspace jump virtually impossible.

He turned his head slightly as the sound of Jaffa entering.

"Master Bra'tac" he acknowledged, the proud warrior bowed in submission, he reached out with his Kara Kesh sheathed hand inviting the warrior to him. "Come witness the power of your God." He smiled turning back to face the pedestal another explosion in the sky and another of his or his father's Udajeet destroyed. "As I smite this upstart and his fleet" he observed a swarm of larger ships similar to the attack fighters that the Udajeet were failing to destroy head directly for his ship.

"I cannot" he said simply looking to his left judging the distance between him and the farthest warrior. He turned in an explosion of motion moving so fast that Bra'tac could only just follow him. He felt the cold metal wrapped fingers coil around his neck. He could feel himself being lifted from his feet his eyes never leaving Klorels. "You are no God; you are a parasite in the body of a child, and I despise you with every fibre of my being" he choked out.

Klorel's eyes blazed with fury as he dropped the Jaffa master, he splayed the fingers of his and open the jewel on the palm glowed and as the ribbon of amber energy connected with the golden Serpent branded onto his forehead there was a massive impact that took everyone from their feet.

Then without warning everyone started to slowly lift from the floor and all the lights flicked then when they were about a foot from the ground everyone hit the ground with a heavy thud. It was only Bra'tac's years of combat experience that aloud him to land on his feet, instinctively he pulled the staff on the Jaffa in the Pel'tac killing all four of them in quick succession.

He spun quickly on his heel as fast as his hundred plus year old enhanced body allowed simultaneously flipping the Staff around and scoring a heavy blow to the temple of the false God Klorel the force was sufficient enough to render the body unconscious for a time.

Quickly he moved to the pedestal and placed his hand into the control position.

"What the heck was that." Shouted O'Neill as SG1 and the renegades entered the Pel'tac.

"We are under attack." He said turning his head back to them slightly his eyes watching the battle unfold while the computer was giving him a damage update. "And we are losing."

"What." Came the shocked cry from O'Neill the group of allies were huddled around the pedestal observing the battle. "Who are these guys?"

"I do not know O'Neill; I have never seen ships of this verity before." Said Teal'c

"Neither have I old friend." Said the old master, "and whom ever they are they have dealt this fleet a powerful blow."

"How so?" asked Dr Jackson

"Our shields are down; weapons are inoperable, and engines are shut down." He said as he pulled his hand from the pedestal just as he turned the tell tail sound of the ring transporter activating surprising everyone, they turned intime to see Klorel vanish in a blinding blue light between the heavy metal rings.

"Skara!" O'Neill called just as the rings vanished back into the roof of the Pe;'tac. "no" he roared and kicked the nearby sarcophagus. The Golden device dint move a millimetre nor did its blazing gold finish even show a slight scuffing.

"Save your rage O'Neill." Said Master Bra'tac the weight of ages expressed through a tired voice of such a proud warrior.

"Why, we could have saved him." He tried and failed to suppress the raw emotion as all his failures with his sons by blood and by adoption crashed down on him with the ferocity of an avalanche. "I've failed them again." he rubbed his eyes in a vain attempt to force the tears away.

"There will be other chances Jack." Said Jackson as he placed a tender hand on his friend's shoulder "we'll save them" he said gently a hand on each shoulder "well save them both." He held his friend for a moment more before Bra'tac interrupted.

"We are being boarded." He announced gravely, all eyes turned to the master Jaffa whos own were locked onto approaching ships he could see looming closer through the triangular opening of the Pel'tac. There was a rumbling sound, then the sound of metal grinding on metal that rang like the grimmest funeral dirge.

The old warrior's grip tightened on the staff weapon, his jaw set, and his eyes betrayed the nothing of the tumultuous emotions with in. The proud warrior took a deep breath as the sound finished, he turned to a sound off in the distance. Even with his advanced age he could hear the tell tail heavy thundering sound of the Jaffa staff weapons as if he was standing next to the warriors fighting, an echo of his entire history as a Warrior of The Serpent Guard, then corresponding fire of opponents they had yet to encounter.

Silently they prepared to defend themselves from either side of this new conflict fortifying themselves for a battle that was moments away.

(Indefatigable Command Bridge.)

Ars smiled as he watched his fleet move, a well-oiled machine indeed, the Ha'tak's primary weapons died a few moments ago and Ars knew that he had defeated them. His shields had taken a royal beating, but they had withstood the surprisingly powerful assault with aplomb and as soon as they had ceased fire, he ordered them both boarded and quickly at that.

Both ships would face a brigade of ray shielded Droidekas and a legion of B1's and B2's with the deadly efficient commandos being deployed as close to the Pel'tac as possible. He had also special ordered a platoon of astromechs onto each ship to take over the computers and turn off any traps that the Goa'uld may hide behind it was pivotal that they take complete control of the ships and their computers.

While the crystalline nature of the computer cores would eliminate one of there functions there were enough species using similar technology that they could decipher the new computer language relatively quickly. At least that was the hope, he needed to capture these ships so that he could more efficiently wage war against The System Lords.

In this instance Goa'uld standardisation would work against them, when he was done tearing them apart and putting them back together again, he would know more about these ships than even their designer Ptah, every weak point and every strength he could probably even build them if he had the time maybe add some interesting things to them but that was for later for now, he had a battle to finish.

"The Tri-Fighters report that they have eliminated the last of the bombers and are returning for refuelling and resupply." Said Bob as Ars took another nip of tea, his little finger extended slightly almost out of reflex. "Vultures report that the last of the attack fighters are cleared as well, waves one and two are returning for resupply and refuelling, wave three has launched and an active CAP has been established we have space superiority."

"Wonderful." He smiled as he pressed the intercom for the protocol droids, having an on-hand butler was a luxury that Ars enjoyed the most when in command. "A5P80, we're going to be having guests soon please prepare some rooms and the executive boardroom for a luncheon meeting, nothing too exotic with the food please these are humans so an omnivorous menu would be the preferred option."

"Yes sir." came the gentle reply from the droid "I shall set out a red and a white option in the wine for personal selection." The droid said before cutting the line

"Boarding party update sir." Said Bob Ars turned to face the droid "computer cores are under our command the astromechs had to slice the systems to prevent several contingencies from activating including twelve self-destruct commands."

"Excellent and prisoners."

"500 so far, we have been unable to find the commanders of either ship, but we have captured black uniformed people and the armoured ones they were with on the command bridge of the farthest ship."

"Those are our guests." He smiled "send a Sheathipede with a commando escort I would like them brought to me in Boardroom one ASAP."

"Roger, Roger" he replied

(Indefatigable executive board room one.)

Ars had received the final report on the battles for the two Ha'tak fifty-three B2 battle droids destroyed 256 B1 battle droids destroyed and 2 Droidekas all in all a fine tally. For a grand total of 309 ground attack droids and 300 Vulture droids he had captured 2 Capital grade ships one of which was the flag ship of the leader, the intel in the computer banks alone made the sacrifice worth it.

He sat with a pad in his hand going through the repots from Venus the probe droids had found the planet a rich ground for the Droid foundries more so than even Mustafar, the mineral rich world would be the beating heart of the military that he was hoping to build to rival the Goa'uld. The construction had already stared and reports that it will take three months to complete if they work round the clock.

He stood as the Doors opened his guests had arrived.