The Radiant VIII was a fine ship, brimming with the latest technology. He started the engine, smooth as silk, got comfortable and placed his hands on the controls. He was bursting with impatience, eager to get going, the engione had heated and he begun the ascend into the silverly clouds. He was going to a meeting with S.A.P.T.D. His ally. Over the past 13 years jeh Chikwaj had been building up and army, in secret. It may sound hard but when you know of half a dozen undiscovered planets, it isn't so difficult. He had massed 100 fine regiments of the finest galactic commandos in the universe (however, none were human to a appease S.A.P.T.D's hatred for them. He had and army of 800,000 droids and an armarda of star destroyers. However, despite all this he still needed allies. Without them he would be weak, weak against some.