A/N I'm disappointed in the lack of reviews, then again I suppose its because of the long update waits killed the interest... which saddens me greatly, I had so many reviews when I first started, and then is started to dwindle. still, I hope that people start coming back.

Imperial-III class destroyer H.M.S. Purity, bridge section...

Captain Ralus was staring out into the open space, a cup of caf in his right hand, and his left hand behind his back. He had brown hair, hazel eyes, and a fair complexion. His majesty took a contingency of troopers to the planet below not but an hour ago. He was a patient man, and he by no means wished for combat... But damn standing there waiting for something to happen was boring. Still he had a job to do.

"Any word from Gamma company?" He asked aloud. "Negative captain. Our Comm's are silent." A B-1 Pilot droid responded from his station.

"Sir!" Another one called out. He turned to his left and looked down, another droid was waving to him from the pit.

"Yes, what is it?"

"I have incoming hyperspace signatures from point 2-9, readings identify at least one capital ship and a pair of cruisers. I can't confirm their IFF tags."

He narrowed his eyes. "Have they attempted to hail us?"

"Negative, no signals are being sent."

"... Hard to port, guns on standby and prepare to launch fighters." He began. He then raised his voice. "Shields up! All hands man your battle stations!" The klaxons sounded off and the crew rushed to their stations around the ship, the destroyers many guns and batteries turning to face the incoming bogies.

A few moments later, three ships exited hyperspace just a few kilometers away. One was a Dominator class star destroyer, easily recognized for the bulbs dotting the upper hull, its interdiction field emitters. The other two where Victory-II class star destroyers.

"IFF tags confirmed! Ships are hostile! Affiliation is imperial remnant!" Another droid shot off.

"Prep the Arquitens with light armor support and infantry, we need to give them reinforcements!" The imperial-III class destroyer was considerably larger than an imperial-I or II, so the hangar in its underbelly was capable of squeezing the light cruiser inside to act as a secondary landing craft and orbital support, it was too old to be of use against most of what was out there in space, bar the CR-90, pirate ships, and other transports.

The Hangar in the underbelly opened up, revealing an Arquitens. Several cranes where loading a pair of AT-ST's into the fork of the ship, its magnetic locks clamping down on the walkers while storm troopers, clones, and battle droids rush on.

"Concentrate fire on those frigates! We need to reduce their firepower as quickly as possible." The gunners complied, and began unloading into the two Victory-II class destroyers, green and blue slamming into their shields. The enemy was quick to comply, returning fire.

"Sir, the reinforcements are finished loading!"

"Deploy!"

The clamps holding the light cruiser in place released, and the small vessel began its descent.

The whole place was dark, that much was to be expected of a long dead city, still, Lelouch had to admit it was unsettling. But that wasn't the worst of their problems.

"What do you mean it wont work!?" Phasma shouted at Sparky.

"I mean its too old, the whole system needs to be replaced, this comm's array is a giant paper weight." He replied smoothly, leaning against the massive radar dish. Their trip to the large building was uneventful, they didn't run into anyone. But now they where stuck with limited options. So the platoon took to standing around and speaking quietly or patrolling the area.

"Should we head back to the citadel?" One droid questioned from the side. But the other one next to him shook his head as he stared out at the stormy skies. "No point, besides, you wanna deal with the saber guards?" The other countered. The first one had no answer for that.

Lelouch rubbed his forehead in frustration. "What about the compound they where talking about? They called it Grathan's estate right?" He asked C.C. and she gave a quick nod.

"That's what they called it, but by the sound of it they have a hefty garrison there." She said while she crossed her arms. Kallen walked up next to Lelouch.

"Well we don't have any other leads. I say we at least give it a look." She suggested.

Lelouch sighed. "Its our only option at this point besides sit here and do nothing, lets get going, the enemy transports where heading almost directly south of here, and they didn't even bother to refuel so it cant be that far."

"Alright, pack it up, were heading out!" Phasma called out, and the platoon began to form up.

"Once more, unto the breach." C.C. murmured under her breath.

Cylo liked to pride himself on his intellect, he was brilliant, it wasn't him boasting, it was a fact. He stopped Darth Vader with the push of a button once, he created things that far outstripped their standard equivalent, he had even created ample replacements for the dark lord should the emperor grow tired of his slave.

Alas, it was not meant to be, and he was too important to die, so whenever the emperor killed him because he was 'Insolent' or failed, they cloned him back, and preformed a memory transfer.

Isard was not so confident in his capabilities however, and had no plans to resurrect the doctor again should he fail to preform up to her standards. So he could not afford to fool around. Once he got word that Neo-imperial forces had been deployed to Dromund Kass, he had nearly panicked...

Nearly... but he remained calm and ordered his garrison to do their job, due to the severe storms however he would not be able to contact friendly forces except for the small patrol fleet that the director assigned to him. So he was stuck for now, locked into the deepest labs and the tightest security area of the old Grathan family estate. There was a small army of remnant troopers outside, he was confident in their ability to do what was required, he also had Storm commandoes scouting the forests, as well as a secondary special forces garrison in the citadel that he just deployed.

Everything would be fine, he knew it would be, by his calculations there was a 92.3 percent chance of victory for his forces... yet ... though he denied it, he couldn't help but feel his life was soon to end... no... no that would not happen, the enemy would have to defeat his much larger and well trained forces, that would require more than skill and strategy.

Yes, to defeat him, it would take a miracle...

For now though, he would continue to work while his men handled the situation, his ultimate creation was near completion, so he put his thoughts away, and continued to work at his terminal, algorithms passing by his screen, and schematics popping up in his vision, A large suit of black storm-trooper armor appearing. Its red eyes almost seemed to staring straight at him as its form spread out and the blue-prints began to compose itself and preform diagnostics.

"Project purge will soon be complete..." He murmured to himself quietly in his dark office, the only light being a dull red from his computer.

And behind him, a small glass case, inside it was a somewhat small, slightly rounded item covered by a black tarp held up by a pedestal on a metal pole.

Third platoon consisted of clones, their colors being white with violet as a secondary color. They trudged through the mud and cautiously made their way through the forest, though they where not certain of any enemy forces being nearby, they didn't want to take a chance.

The silence was broken however, when a bright green bolt smacked directly into the side of the lead troopers helmet, and he was dead before he hit the ground.

"Sniper! Get do-" Another green bolt slammed directly into the chest of the one speaking, and he died on the spot.

The rest got down in time, taking cover behind the trees, rocks, and roots. The sergeant put a hand to the com on his helmet and spoke into it.

"Anyone have eyes?"

"Negative, no eyes."

"Didn't get a visual."

"Same here, no idea where the shot came from." A chorus of the same answer filled his ears.

"Damn." He breathed a few times to calm down and started thinking up a plan. "Alright. I'm gonna bait out a shot, use a cam to record it so we can get an idea of where it came from."

The lead engineer got out a small camera, attached to a cord and a monitor. After fiddling with it he shot a thumbs up at the sergeant.

"Three... two... one!" He popped out of cover and fired a few blue bolts from his DC-15-A in the general direction of the shots, when he saw bright green begin to flare up he ducked back into the depression he was taking cover in, his back smacking against the mud, a fraction of a second later a long green beam passed over him and crashed into a tree. Charred wood splintered and a smoldering hole was made in the area it hit.

"Did you get it?" He received a quick nod. "To the left, point 22 by 3-5, high, probably in a tree." The engineer replied.

"I'll pop smoke, open fire in the direction of the enemy, Marx, you move 50 paces to the left and get your rifle ready, Wrecker, you cover him we need to counter snipe this guy." One trooper with a sniper rifle and binoculars attached to his helmet tensed up, and another with a DC-15-S checked his carbine.

He pulled out a smoke grenade, and looped his finger around the pin. He looked around and everyone was tense, ready to move. He took a deep breath, then pulled the pin and tossed it in front of his platoon, a plume of grey smoke dispersed from the cylinder and everyone began to fire their rifles while the other two ran off to get into position.

Marx hit the ground, using a small depression and the roots of a tree to cover himself while he prepared to take the shot, he peered through his sniper rifle and saw a black figure in a tree over a kilometer away. He aimed, and then fired, his bolt passing trees and vines at an impressive speed before slamming into the enemy, it fell off of the tree with a dying cry of pain through its helmet.

The other troopers stopped firing, and slowly crept through the smoke and trees, when no one else fired in their direction they began to jog towards their assailant, they met up with their marksman, and observed the enemy on the ground. One of the troopers used their foot to flip it onto its back while pointing his rifle at the downed opponent. It was revealed to be an imperial storm commando in black scout trooper armor, its E-11s marksman rifle hung from its strap by a small branch. The trooper himself had a smoldering hole in the right side of its visor, where the eye of the occupant would be. Smoke was still peeling off of it.

"Nice shot Marx, come on lets get moving, be on high alert." With that the clones began their steady into the forest once again, hoping to link up with any friendlies in the area.

TK-5391 Pulled his thermal detonator off of his belt and primed it. "Grenade!" He tossed it far into the enemy forces beyond the brush that had been assaulting his platoons position, it went off a few seconds later, flaming debris flying out of the area of detonation and several screams sounding off. He and several other troopers took advantage of this and popped out of cover, setting their blasters to rapid fire and unloaded at will into the forest. They where about to head back to cover when the sound of an incoming aircraft pulled their partial attention towards the sky.

They cheered when the realized it was a friendly Arquitens class light cruiser. A pair of AT-ST assault variant walkers dropped from the magnetic clamps of the ship and landed with a large splash of mud and dirt, causing the ground around them to tremble, they stood up from their crouched position and spread out, firing their twin linked laser cannons into the forest, the high pitch whine of their fire and the small explosions from where their bolts hit was music to their ears as the walkers began to trudge into the enemy lines, their heads on swivels.

Not long after more storm troopers began to grapple down from the cruiser hovering above, some where scout troopers with pistols and sniper rifles, some where shocktroopers with thicker armor and heavy repeaters, some where heavies with larger repeating blasters and plex missile launchers, a few where jet troopers with EE-3 carbines that flew down, the rest where regulars. All of them had a dark green and black digital camo instead of white.

He ran up to whom he assumed was the captain of this assault force, he had shocktrooper armor, with a grenade bandolier, combat half skirt, and a black shoulder pouldron with a single gold stripe going down the middle. The trooper in question just finished directing a fire team of marksmen to go into the forest. TK-5391 threw up a quick salute.

"Sir."

"How many are still combat ready?" The captain asked while heading towards the shuttle.

"Nearly half of our platoon is wounded, id say we have 3 full fire teams still combat capable." He answered back quickly while following. "Our sergeant can probably give you a more clear estimate."

"We need all the help we can get, rally up your squad outside, you are coming with us." The captain ordered while entering the shuttle. "We need all the combat ready soldiers at our disposal."

Meanwhile in the space above Dromund Kass, the pitch black Imperial III class destroyer Purity was in the middle of an engagement with a small flotilla of enemy ships. Neither side had the edge at this point, shields where starting to go down on the enemy victory class destroyers, but their dominator remained untouched for the most part, their fighters where in a deadlock, and their bombers couldn't make their attack runs lets they get caught in the fighter swarm. The Neo-imperial vessel was starting to suffer strain of its own shields from the constant bombardment of 3 well armed opposing destroyers.

That was until the special weapons of the Imperial III where finally put to use, the 5 advanced and extremely experimental dual heavy cannons lined up their shots at the victory class to the right, and opened fire as one, they fired long beams of energy, the color being bloody crimson with solid black mixed in.

The effect was almost instantaneous, just before impacting with the ship itself, the beams collided with the shields. Should sound somehow be heard in a vacuum, one would hear what sounded like the violent shattering of glass as the energy shields broke almost instantaneously. They then pierced straight through the armor plating and dug deep into the ship. When the beams stopped after a few seconds, massive scorching holes could be seen that ripped the hull right open, suddenly the armor began to melt and bubble, the radiation sensors aboard the Purity sounded off like crazy.

Then it happened, the ship began to explode, spewing bright crimson, blue, and violet flames in every conceivable direction, it then went up in one last massive explosion, a large chunk of debris broke the shield of the other cruiser, and weakened the shields of the Dominator. While the crew was somewhat shocked at the carnage they did not delay in taking advantage of the situation, pressing a counter attack, the enemy fighter squadrons began to break, and the main armament of the Imperial III began to rip the other Victory class to shreds, emerald and sapphire turbolasers spewed at the smaller cruiser started to tare it apart, while the ion cannons continued to slam into the shields of the Dominator class destroyer.

The crew of the Purity began to cheer as the enemy was forced into a total retreat.

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