I'm still here, I'm just phasing in and out.

The Commander sat in silence in the AT-AT, as the walker lumbered it's way to the enemy formation a nervous pilot appeared from the front, "Your going to want to see this." He said solemnly, gathering thoughts the Commander entered the head of the machine, on the display was the massive fortifications of the fortress. Emplacements, trenches, armor, the whole nine yards, and before the Commander could say anything in response to this information a giant mechanical humanoid appeared at the rear of the defenses, without warning it fired a massive multicolor shot at the AT-AT to their right, it was a direct hit. The head piece of the walker had been destroyed mid-step the mechanical legs locking up as the body decayed and rotted away, the Stormtroopers inside had been fortunate to survive the initial blow, but were now fighting to disembark the quickly fading flooring of the massive walker. Turning away the Commander opened the com link with the fleet, "I'm requesting additional ground support and an air strike at this location."

Csilla
Chiss Homeworld

The Conference Room was aglow in red light. A silent alarm was blaring behind the one way mirror that showed the occupants of the room the panicked Chiss running up and down the hallway outside. The Five Admirals sat in the silence as they listened to the message play on loop.

"Do not be alarmed. We come in peace. We are from the Galactic Kingdom of Gondor, who one of your fleets ran into when coming out of hyperspace. We seek diplomatic ties with your Empire. We know you as the Chiss Ascendancy, and recognize this language. Understand that the military ship is but an escort, and that it means no harm. May we land?"

Admiral Gunray was the first to speak, "We must alert the Grand Admiral at once! We have space capable aliens here before us! We need reinforcements!" a quick slam on the table quieted the portly Chiss. "We must decide our fate Admiral Gunray! The accursed upstart has left our home without leadership for the last time!" the Elderly Admiral Charc had a burning fire in his eyes, "We are the Admiralty Board! We have the collective firepower of the entire Ascendancy at our disposal!" a another Admiral interrupted his rant, this one notably younger and female, "Are you suggesting we betray the Grand Admiral?" this was interrupted by another female Admiral, "Enough of this, we have to formulate a plan. These creatures are in our space and communicating with us in our language. The Grand Admiral isn't here and the people need leadership. I propose we communicate with this so called 'Galactic Kingdom' and I personally recommend Admiral Oorog to be in charge of diplomacy. Any objections?" the room was silent, "Good Admiral Oorog open communications with these creatures."

The middle aged Chiss stood with a stern face and began to speak, "This is Admiral Oorog of the Chiss Ascendancy, request denied, state your intentions and we will not destroy your ship. Know that our defenses are lethal and our fleets on standby to defend our home. What fleet did you encounter?"

Three barges began departing from the fleet, full of AT-ATs, AT-STs, and B2 Battle droids. They were slow on the descent to the planet, but eventually began a controlled fall within atmosphere to the planets surface. The barges landed at the original landing site of the Chiss and began to slowly unveil the contents inside. 5,000 B2 Battledroids marched out of a barge, followed closely by 6 AT-STs, 3 AT-ATs lumbered out of the last barge each carrying 40 Stormtroopers.

A Trooper commander (identified by his/hers right shoulder pauldron) gave a holo-message to the Chiss CO present on the ground, and proceeded to fire a mag-launcher onto the front AT-AT and rappelled into the crew compartment of the monstrous machine.

The CO proceeded to open the device a holographic image of the Grand Admiral appeared, the miniature stood in such a pose of self-importance, dignity, and with a power present indescribable whether it be physical or corporeal. Suddenly text appeared, "Terminate with Extreme Prejudice." and the coordinates of what appeared to be a very large settlement was sent to both the droids and the walkers. The droids organized themselves into blocks of 10,000 (with the B2s evenly dispersing into the gaps and ranks of the B1s) and proceeded to march towards the received coordinates, the AT-STs began a slow sweeping walk following shortly behind the battledroids, and the AT-ATs rumbled to life taking one massive step that came down with an audible boom as they lumbered their way after the procession of metal.....

     The AT-ST shuddered at the impact of the blast, its cabin nearly disintegrated, the gyroscope of the torso pivots and the legs try to find balance. Ultimately they fail and the walker falls to its side with a boom. Silence falls across the landing zone....


Aboard the Dreadnought Prime...


"We're taking a hit down here sir! Very large hostile very dan-" the Chiss commander on the ground is interrupted by a loud boom, his face is a pale blue, "We've, We've uh...just lost a walker sir, I don't know how many survivors." His voice sounded grave, "But I assure you Grand Admiral we wil-" he's cut off by the Admiral's sudden words, "That's enough Commander. I'll handle this from here, get back to the ship and stay protected." the Commander was smart enough not to argue. The holo-communications closed, the Grand Admiral felt a vein in his left temple, bulging against the blue skin. He opened communications to all ships in the Fleet, "This is the Grand Admiral, we have come under attack by an unknown enemy force, casualties are unknown. Whatever is down on this damned planet, we will exterminate, with extreme prejudice...."

On the Planet's Surface...

     "Cease fire! Cease fire I said!" the Chiss Commanding Officer bellowed, the T-1 Commanders in turn yelled out the order to the troops who were confused, nasal complaints of "Huh?" "Oh man." and "No fair!" came from thousands of droids present on the field. The Commanding Officer silently gestured for the other Chiss to head inside of the transport ship, "We have to report this to the Grand Admiral." The AT-ST pilots began to strafe around the droids as the T-1 Commanders began to issue new orders...

OOC: For the sake of keeping this interesting Gondor lets just say that somehow my ships left a trace that you could follow.