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The Federation had crumbled; its capital planet totally destroyed and its leadership as dead as those of the Coffee Houses. Jee’s lifelong ambition to control the Coffee Houses and the Federation was left in tatters as the people of the Federation either surrendered or fought against annihilation by the droid forces under the command of the mysterious Mr Fluffy. His own private forces of the EDF had managed to survive without serious losses and those he held back as he raced to try and bolster his fleet before the entire Inner Systems fell to the droid forces.
 The planet of BV4 had been home to a large military training camp of the Federations’ future pilots, the defences around the planet managed to delay the invasion, giving Jee time to arrive with a relief force. The battle in orbit quickly came to an end, the droid force nowhere near large enough or able to respond quickly enough to his attack so were no match for his growing fleet. The droid forces depended on sheer numbers to overwhelm any given target; responding to pre-programmed tactics, they were no match for Jee’s lightning attacks. If he had a thousand fully crewed battle cruisers he would be able to take the fight to Mr Fluffy and start to reclaim the Inner Systems.
As the attacking fleet was swept aside, he gave orders for a targeted missile launch at the planet’s surface to destroy units of droid battle robots that had reached the planet’s surface.
 “Order the rounding up of all military and essential personnel from the planet.” Jee said, leaning back into his chair. 
“General, we have an incoming transmission from President Ids.” The communications officer informed him. With a slight nod of his head, Jee indicated he would accept the call. The main bridge screen switched from a view of the planet to the President of BV4. Ids was a native of the planet, slightly over-weight and his small beady eyes showed the fear that he was barely holding in check. Jee knew the President and disliked him intensely. The President had once cornered Jee at a state function and bored him with inflated tales of his own military service. Jee had listened to his annoying stories before pointing out that it was his understanding that he had been removed from his unit as an unfit officer, wiping the ever-present smug expression from the President’s face.

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“President Ids, how can I help?” Jee asked, not even trying to hide the contempt in his voice. 
“I would first like to thank you on behalf of the people of BV4 for your timely arrival and inquire about your plans for the further defence of our planet,” President Ids said, a slight hint of hope in his voice that finally he would be safe.
 Jee sighed before answering. “We have no plans for the defence of this planet, we are here to gather military and other essential personnel before the droids return in larger numbers. I’m afraid the bulk of your people are on their own. I’m here for fighting personnel only.” 
The President could not hide the look of shock at Jee’s words, but then the politician in him came to the fore. “When will the shuttle be collecting me and my staff?”
Jee again did not hide the disgust he felt for Ids. “I said essential personnel, political leaders do not fall into that category. You will be staying with your people and if you are to have any chance of survival, you should try to broker a peace deal to save yourselves.” With that, Jee pressed a button on the arm of his chair and ended the transmission. “I want long-range scanners looking out for any signs of other droid fleets. We leave in three hours unless attacked. Remember, military personnel are the priority, support crews second.”

To be continued.
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