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— OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
⠀⠀⠀ AN ENORMOUS CAPITAL SHIP ENTERED THE GALA SYSTEM. Its fleet behind at its all glory. The ships were seen from the surface of Gala as they neared the planet and were close to the atmosphere. Galacians immediately noticed the alien ships above their heads and were now waiting for what is going to happen.
"Your majesty, look!" A meek voice of a servant caught Milada's attention, "the ships!"
The princess glanced and the girl next to her and followed where she was pointing to. And there she saw a Phindian fleet near the atmosphere of Gala. Her heart rate increased as she anxiously watched the ships before her eyes in the teal sky of her homeworld. She did not expect them to reach their planet so soon and in huge amount like they have, but she knew that this was it.
"They are here," she finally breathed out, attention now averted to the servant who looked at her princess with terror written all over her features, mouth slightly open as her breaths became ragged.
"W-who?" She asked, slightly shaking. Her turquoise eyes wide and moonlight skin covering up in goosebumps.
"Phindians," Milada whispered this time, "they are finally here,"
Jyu Poal stood before a glass window of his ship, admiring the beautiful world of Gala which will soon belong to him and his people. After their moon collided with their planet, many were forced to leave as soon as they could, most being killed and only some survived. Phindar was their home before and now Gala will be a new one.
"Jyu," another male Phindian called out, entering the cockpit, "we are ready to enter the atmosphere,"
The male sentient remained silent, eyes fixed on the prosperous planet before them, "then why are the ships not entering it?"
"The other ships of ours are waiting for your approval," Loralu Poal explained, justifying the delay of the invasion.
Jyu didn't reply and Loralu took it as a sign to leave in order to contact other captains to enter the atmosphere of Gala now. The brothers had proclaimed themselves as the leaders and saviours of their people and took the initiative to search for a new world to live on. Fortunate for them, they were relatively close to a opulent world of Gala and had decided to make it their home.
"Loralu Poal to all commanders," the male left the cockpit and proceeded to contact the rest of their fleet, "we are now invading Gala," a smirk made its way to his amber face as the Phindians on other ships commanded their pilots to approach the planet.
Jyu watched the smaller ships proceeding to enter the atmosphere, cannons shooting at cities and tall skyscrapers falling down. He smiled to himself, proud of the achievements him and his brother had. He wanted to make Galacians slaves for his people and murder the rest, ensuring that neither of them manage to escape and call for the Republic to save them.
"Father!" Milada ran to the main hall of the palace where her father was, "Phindians are destroying our cities!" She cried out, fear written on her features and voice as her father embraced her.
"It will be alright, go and hide—" the ground shook and the walls began to crumble, golden mosaics fell and shattered at their feet.
Milada's teary eyes met her father's who was looking at the guards behind them rather than her, he did not want to see his daughter like this — timorous and helpless. He knew this day would come sooner or later, but he still believed that the people of Phindar would negotiate with the King to ensure that peace is stable.
"Father—" her words were cut off as two guards had grabbed her and began to take her away, hiding her somewhere safe. She cried and called for her father as the ground shook again and she stumbled, but the guards held her tightly. She wished that Obi Wan Kenobi or Anakin Skywalker were here, at least one Jedi to help her planet, but neither of them seemed to return any sooner.
"Your majesty, we have to take you out of the city," one of the guards said, voice stern as him and the other man held her close to them, protecting the only heir to the throne.
Milada managed to calm down a bit but tears did not stop, she felt guilty for leaving her father alone at the palace. Awful scenarios rushed through her mind as she held to the forearm of one of the guards. Her skin a deep blue shade now as her eyes roamed around the city being destroyed by alien ships.
Towering buildings hit the ground with great force and fell over the people attempting to escape, children crying for their mothers as the ships continued to blast the citizens of Galu. Milada felt her heart break each time at the sight of what Phindians were doing to her world. Grief taken over by pique.
Jyu Poal's ship was nearing the crust of Gala. He admired the destruction brought by him and his people, eyes roaming around the Galacians running around like ants. Approaching the royal palace, he could make out the silhouette of Smérgl Skepsza stood at the immense balcone above the gates. Smiling to himself, the Phindian gestured for the pilot to bring the ship before the King.
Walking over to the hatch of the ship, Jyu held his blaster tight and ready to take action. The hatch slowly opened, smoke emitting and he was met with the King standing before him.
"King Smérgl Skepsza of Gala," Jyu began as walked out without hurry, "a pleasure to meet you," he stopped at the hand rail and looked down at the King's terrified face.
"Oh no, I won't kill you," the Phindian male smiled as Smérgl's face twisted with irritation.
"Who gave you the right to invade my planet?" The King demanded, white eyes fixed on the male sentient who smirked.
"Me," Jyu smiled and before Smérgl could register, he was shot at his chest, falling on the ground with a thud as the Phindian jumped off the handrail, approaching the Galacian.
"Gala is now under the rule of Phindians," he kneeled so his face will be closer to the dying King before him, "and you won't be there to stop me,"
Smérgl groaned in pain but nevertheless managed to speak up, "b-but I k-know w-who will s-stop y-you," he choked out, skin losing its moonlight shine and darkening, white irises being replaced with a dark blue shade.
"I don't think so," were Jyu's last words as he shot the dying King once again, this time the blast went through the head of the last Galacian king.
