"My Lord, the reports are in from Wayland"
"And What were they, Lieutenant?"
"They Surrendered without a fight"
"Excellent," said Zsinj. "You are dismissed, Lieutenant". Lt. Gad Shif walked back to the communication terminal with a look of relief. Zsinj stared at Koratas, absently wondering what was to be done about the current Situation. While he should have been proud to have consolidated the block he did in the northeast in such the short amount of time he had following the disaster at Endor, he knew that counted for little. The breakaway of Crimson Command effectively cut his forces in Half, and with the refusal of cooperation of The Corporate Sector, Things were looking even more bleak than they had been when it was just the fools in Coruscant and the Rebels to worry about. His forces were shockingly small. He overlooked just one major shipyard, and lacked the schematics to make quality intermediate ships such as the acclamator and imperial class frigates. While on paper Zsinj controlled a large sector of space, he lacked control of major lanes and wealthy planets.
"Shif" spoked Zsinj, "Order the fleet to move to near Ton-Falk"
"Yes sire"
While the short term threats were that of the CSA and Maldrood, Longterm the Rebels would be the greatest threat, followed shortly by the Old Empire. His empire needed shipyards, and the two greatest of the outerrim shipyards, Mon Cal and Minntooine, lay in Rebel hands, just asking to be taken. Zsinj had consolidated a fleet, a consolidation that was only allowed by his recruitment of pirates, offering them pardons in exchange for military service. The greatest pirate of the era, Zann, had yet to come out of hiding. This increase in irregular forces allowed for a pressing of warships into Zsinj's proper fleet. This would be his key to Victory over the rebels. That, and the Iron Fist.