Open Orbit

*A Pursuit-Class Cruiser comes out of the deep and black abyss of space. It connects to the local security comm systems channel and a loud and proud voice comes over the speakers.*

:: Hello, People of Glee Anselm. We are the forces of Grayius Wartyde and we have acquired dominion over this planet from the Phoenix Imperium. Do not fear though. Even if we are mercenaries, our leader is a newly devoted Jedi that believes in freedom and hope for all beings of the 'verse. ::

:: Soon, our forces will deploy down onto the planet and we will assume everyday activities such as sheriffs and other people that will help work out any problem that you have. We hope to do this as a last gift to our past leader. Life on Glee Anselm will see a new future ahead of them. One of hope and light, and one that will bring a peace like never before to this great planet. We will see you soon, citizens and we hope to have you welcome us with open arms. Just like we will treat you. ::

*The Comm link ends and Uriel turns around and looks back at the men surrounding him in the control bay.*
:: For Grayius! ::

*A comm link encrypted message comes from the Eastern Outer Rim confirming the the Phoenix Imperium has been disbanded and that the territory has been placed under the control of Grayius. All things were going just as they all had planned.

Within moments, fighters blasted around the ship and they descended towards the peaceful oceanic planet of Glee Anselm.*

*Commander Windham and his new Next Generation Destroyer enters into orbit around Glee Anselm. After connecting a comm channel, Windham announces to his forces that Glee Anselm has in fact been taken for Grayius.

A round of cheers rise up from all over the ship, and then they receive the coordinates for their docking position. Following the coordinates for Sabilon, the ship blasts down into the somewhat cloudy atmosphere of the oceanic planet. This will be their new home. For now...*

*There was a momentary disruption at the coreward hyperspace exit point, and a flicker of pseudo-motion as a CR-100 Corellian corvette (in its consular/diplomatic configuration) reverted to realspace above Glee Anselm. Approaching the planet and using the planetary gravity well to brake its approach, the corvette fell into orbit around the former Imperial world. The blue and white standard of the Galactic Coalition were visible along both sides of the diplomatic vessel, as well as her name, the Brotherhood.*

=Max Rendar=
*The Corellian ambassador tuned his comlink towards the planet, rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and cleared his throat once before toggling the switch and broadcasting his identification to the ground controllers.* :: Glee Anselm control, this is Ambassador Max Rendar, aboard the Galactic Coalition Diplomatic Corvette Brotherhood, requesting landing clearance and direction. Please also inform Grayius that I have arrived. Thank you. ::

*A few patrols circling the planet see what looks like a Corellian Corvette. At first, the members of the squad fight amongst each other on whether they should call it in as an assault vessel, but as they look closer, they see that it is a diplomatic model. The leader sends out a request for Control to receive the message.*

*After listening to the message, Commander Uriel gets on the comm transmitter and clears his throat before speaking through.*

:: Good to see you made it, Ambassador. You are welcome to land in Sabilon near our ships. Coordinates are being sent to you as we speak. There we will discuss political control of Glee Anselm. Fighters will be watching your six to make sure that you have no ambush. See you soon, Rendar. Uriel, out. ::

*A Baudo-class Star Yacht, the Stingray flies up from the planet and enters the orbit*

*Greyfallow stops in orbit and weeps about what just happened, after some time he stops and enters some coordinates into his systems and his hyperdrive systems shoot him out of the orbit*

*From the depths of Hyperspace a fleet of 4 Acclamator II Assault ships and 8 Arquitens-class light cruisers bearing a mysterious symbol on their hulls drop out of hyperspace above the planet Dressel. The fleet maintain it's defensively nuetral position as it allows Gravity to slowly swing them around the planet. In the small hangar bays on the Acclamators operatives, agents, security specialists and administrators board LAATs ready to be transported to the planet's surface.*

:: This is the Ilusive Man, we are ready to begin landing and are prepared to defend our investment here. ::

*Patrols continue in the upper atmosphere and around the orbit of the oceanic planet of Glee Anselm. While there were a few ships, here and there passing by. Nothing much was happening at all there. Trade was down for the last couple of months and the only ships that passed by the ARC-170s as they follow the orbital pattern scanning for incoming ships.

The few ships that did approach them were freighters from various hospitals and restaurants. This wasn't surprising seeing as Glee Anselm's major exports were medicine and foodstuffs. Giving them a quick glance over and sending them the landing codes, the patrol pilots thrust on watching for any more freighters or transports.

Suddenly seeing an attack fleet, they prepared to radio in an assault was taking place, but then they saw the Pursuit-Class cruisers of their leader, Grayius, come in behind the ships. Wondering what's going on, they send a transmission asking for status report and update on commands.*

*Grayius sees the patrol and chuckles to himself. He sends them a small transmission back that tells them to calm down and do not fire. The ships in front of Grayius were friendly. He then sends an encrypted message to the Illusive Man.*

:: You are in friendly territory now, Illusive Man. Feel free to land and gather supplies for whatever venture you may have next. You are welcome on Glee Anselm as long as you never fire a shot against a Jedi. Our services are fully open to you and your forces. ::

*Two squads of ARC-170s continue to follow their orbital assigned paths. There was still not enough activity here to even mention back at the barracks. Maybe a medical freighter that came to resupply a local hospital every now and then arrived, but the newcomers were never anything special.*

A Mon-Calamari star cruiser exited hyperspace and sent out a beacon to Glee Anselm. Inside, the hybrid Jedi Master Pryce Fisto and his Twi'lek apprentice, Ballarra Nim'tar made contact with whoever was in charge.

"This is the Jade Barracuda requesting permission from the authorities of Glee Anselm to land." Ballarra spoke into the communications computer.