Tog stood in the command center of the Tattooine Sith forces, it was a Hutt Palace inside the city. "Have the Tuskens responded?" Tog asked a Rodian Captain.
"50 tribes have said yes, 7 have said no, 3 of those "no's" have sent the messangers back dead. " The Rodian said.
Tog sighed. "Those tribes might prove to be a problem later, it pains me to do this. Tell one of the sith war ships to turn those 7 into glass." Tog walked off and looked at the screens that was looking over the city. "Hows the defence of the north wall going?" Tog asked a Bothan.
"Slowly sir, the cracks in the wall are getting worse with the more guns with place on the wall." The Bothan said.
"Take off the guns and sore up that wall, call down some ships to gaurd that side intill the wall is repaired." Tog ordered.