Sergeant First Class Daniel James, Marine patrol guard, was moving around the Capitol Building of Dreshdea city. Ever since the Uprising, more and more patrols had come out. Daniel James had to walk by this location every hour. Also, the Vast Empire Navy had stationed four CR90s, two Lancer-Class Frigates, two Dreadnaught-Class Heavy Cruisers, and one Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer. The planet, Epsilon, had been fortified with almost forty-thousand more troops from the Vast Empire Army. While all this was happening, the Vast Empire Engineering Corps had been installing hundreds of planetary bases. All in all, the last thing to top off the Uprising's affects were the patrols that came through the system. Every hour a new ship dropped in.

As James slowly walked down his designated path, four black speeders with full cover slowly came up the road. James kept his path, pistol still holstered, rifle still on his shoulder and palm, and his uniform still on as well. One of the speeders pulled over and went into the Capitol building entrance that was near James. The others slowly spread out and moved to the other entrances. As more speeders began coming down the road, James reached for his com. But a man behind him stopped that, a blaster slowly rested itself on James' neck.

"You don't want to do that now, do you." The man kicked James to the ground. One shot rang out and James was dead. The man holstered his silenced pistol and moved into the Capitol building's courtyard. Behind him, out of shops on the opposing streets, came hundreds of men bolstering uniforms of some militia group and rifles. As James' body bled out, more and more men entered the Capitol building.

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"Sir, we have lost contact with Epsilon." Warrant Officer, 1st Class Phillips, communications officer for the Admiral Doreth told his captain. The Admiral Doreth was a Dreadnaught-Class Heavy Cruiser that was stationed above Epsilon.

"Ground units?" Commander Pelleth, the Captain of the Admiral Doreth asked Phillips.

"Two units conversing on the Capitol building now." Phillips reported. Knowing Pelleth's next question, Phillips answered. "Video feed is coming on ..." Phillips looked at his view screen. " ... now."

"Put this on the main screen. And report your findings to Commodore Skyes, he's making a run over Ovymor." Pelleth asked Phillips. Phillips did the screen switch, and he then began to communicate with the Dauntless, an Imperial II. Commander Pelleth put his headset on, the microphone came towards his mouth and both the ear pads rested on his ear. He began to identify the commander of the teams conversing on the location.

"Done and done, sir."

"Marine Sergeant Grangerford, how far away are you from the Capitol building?" The commander asked the Sergeant, who had a live feed with the Admiral Doreth.

"One minute sir." Grangerford reported. The feed that was on the main screen showed his view, and eight others. As they entered the Capitol building courtyard, they drew fire and the sound of gunshots rang out. "Sir! We need reinforcements, the building is lost without them - AH!" Grangerford's view became static, as did the other eight views. They had all been killed. The other team that was going to the location had lost contact as well.

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"Commodore, sir, an urgent message from the Admiral Doreth." The communications officer for the Dauntless reported.

"Relay it." Commodore Skyes boldy ordered.

"It's text based sir ... 'Lost contact with Epsilon Capitol, two teams converged on location, both teams marked M.I.A.'"

"Shit. Tell the flotilla to man action stations, inform Naval High Command immediately! Pull us over Epsilon, and launch all teams on all ships to the surface, I want to secure all the planets!" Skyes screamed throughout the bridge. "When is the next patrol scheduled to mark in?"

"Forty minutes sir."

"And what are their statistics?"

"Two Strike-Class, one Imperial I, three Lancer-Class, and several other, smaller support vessels." The communications officer reported.

"Got it... get all Epsilon bases on high alert, I want ground teams to move in battalions into all the cities. Impose martial law. Get the airpseeders in the air, I want them to close all airspace on Epsilon. And tell all the other planets to do the same." Skyes was practically in shatters as the ship turned around.

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On Camp Guardian, First Lieutenant (army) Jim Gordon was standing in it's command center. He looked over the details of the attack, and how the Capitol had been lost. He then immediately grabbed his assault rifle. As Camp Guardian was the largest base on Epsilon, he had people to protect. The ninety-six attack airspeeders were going to be in the air in four minutes, the tanks, KAAC Freerunners, RTT/as, and the hoverscouts were rolling out already. While the transport airspeeders were being loaded up with the five thousand men on Camp Guardian. The ground troops that weren't on the transports would be sprinting to the rendezvous point with Camp Sonar's men for a frontal assault.

"Sir, ten thousand men from Camps Iguana, X-Ray, and Delta are all meeting as well."

"Why are we getting so many men riled up for an uprising so small?" Gordon asked.

"Sir, I do not..." The assistant to Gordon looked away for a second. He was looking at the main view screen. "Sir, are those enemy fighters?" He was referring to the red dots that were on the map.

"Oh shit, do our fighters know?"