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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 8/29/01 8:26pm Subject: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back - Date Edited: 9/6/01 6:00pm (6 edits total) Edited By: Thaddeus_Walters
	I have an idea for a story. I've been toying around with my idea for several years, and have finally decided to do something with it. It includes: -A Chiss uprising, where older Chiss are kicked out and younger Chiss come in to take over the galaxy. -The return of Admiral Daala. -The defection of Admiral Pellaeon, who was almost executed by Daala. -The appearance of OOM-9, the Battle Droid Commander from EP1, who now is free and is called, simply, General. -The invasion of Earth. -An Eclipse, a Sovereign, multiple Super, and many new Star Destroyers. -The return of Wedge, Tycho, Janson, Hobbie, and the Rogues and Wraiths! See what you think! Please forgive me if you think I'm doing something wrong. I'm new, young, and am doing my first post! I'll include the first scene of my trilogy. (My story is already 40K, and I'm barely into the plot! The Mark II Imperial-class Star Destroyer Defender hung in orbit above the planet Ibulstere, one of the farthest worlds rimward in the Unknown Regions. Ibulstere was a world where food was abundant; there were all sorts of animals and plants to harvest, and each one had many uses. The world was unusually flat; there were hardly any mountains except at the very heart of the largest continent, where mountains rose as high as 4,000 meters. Lately there had been an outbreak of various potentially dangerous diseases, and the Defender had been dispatched with equipment to stop them. Admiral Voss Parck sat in his command chair, gazing out at the tiny pinpricks of starlight. He thought of all his accomplishments, all the things he had done to prepare for Mitt'hraw'nurodo's return. He and his fleet had beaten back entire fleets of heavy cruisers from one hundred different alien races. All deadly, very deadly. But is it all for nothing? Will he return? Parck had been pondering these thoughts in the few years after Mara Jade and Luke Skywalker had come, casting their doubts about Thrawn's return. He was startled out of thought when Captain Morendo spoke. "Have you received communications from the planet?" Morendo asked the communications officer. The young Chiss at the console began to reply. "No, sir. I have-" But he was cut short as the Defender rocked with an explosion. "What was that?" Morendo asked, worried. "Shields up!" "Sir," the tactical officer shouted, "it's a Vi'cor cruiser. Details coming in." He stared at his screen, eyes widening. "Make that three Cha'qua-class light cruisers. We'll need support." Morendo turned to Parck, "Admiral, this is your game, not mine. I give you command of the ship." Parck got up from his chair and paced forward to the viewport. "Thank you, Captain." Cha'qua-class cruisers were essentially disk shaped vessels. The ships worked equally well in water and in air as they did in space, and were designed to be aerodynamic in those environments. They received much of their power from the radioactive and solar powers of suns. They worked equally well in black hole and nebula areas, which also had a great deal of radioactivity. However, in deep space, where there was little radioactivity, the cruisers would not function with a lot of power. The Cha'qua cruisers had a very small reactor core, resulting in a ship that was longer than a Corellian Corvette, but could've easily been twice as long if it included the reactor needed to power a similarly powerful ship. Each cruiser had the equivalent of 40 turbolasers each, 25 ion cannons, and multiple energy pod (their equivalent of torpedoes) launchers, each with a magazine of 24 energy pods. They were highly maneuverable, and could move as fast as a ship that was twice as small. One ship would be a good practice target for the Defender , two would pose a threat, and three were deadly. The Vi'cor were a species of gray-skinned carnivorous water dwellers, noted in their region for their cold brutality and mindless rage. They looked like a long tube and had fins with finger and toe-like protrusions, and walked with a ponderously slow shuffling gait. However, in the water, their swimming abilities and large glassy eyes, which were coated with a chemical substance designed to wash water away, allowing them to see well, made them a formidable enemy. The Vi'cor, when consumed with rage, were unable to think clearly. Then, one could lure them into deep space, where their power supply would grow low, making them susceptible to power drainages. They were a threat ten years ago, during the Corellian Uprisings. They had brought an invasion force that had ships five times as big as the Cha'quas, and captured a dozen planets, but were defeated while trying to take a thirteenth. The Chiss' and the Vi'cor's large forces clashed together, and both suffered large casualties. Since the Chiss had their vast resources, they rebounded quickly. The Vi'cor hadn't faired as well. But they're back , thought Parck grimly. The bridge became a flurry of orders. Offices were running everywhere, doing everything. Admiral Parck was sitting in his command chair, leaning back, but far from relaxed. He was calmly stating his orders, loud and clear. "Is there any capital ship in the area to provide support?" "No, sir," said the comm. officer, "the nearest ship can be here in 30 minutes." "Tell them to come here, and to make it 20." "Yes, sir." "Admiral, they're launching fighters." "Launch three squadrons of our fighters, standard Vi'cor plan." "Yes, sir." "Helm?" "Yes, sir?" "Three-quarters sublight speed. Take her out." The Defender , which had its superstructure towards the incoming ships, began to move, picking up speed sluggishly. The projected vector would take them on a crash course into the formation. Parck knew that holding the course and taking the Defender through the formation would confuse them. Surprise and confusion were two of Parck's favorite types of tactics, especially on the Vi'cor. The Defender was almost upon the Ch'aqua cruisers. "Ready torpedo tubes. Use concentrated firepower. Render them dead in space, but I want them alive." 50 torpedoes streaked out at the first cruiser. It juked; staying on a general course, then broke off and rolled down to port. The torpedoes swept around in a beautifully graceful arc. They drew closer to the Cha'qua, which snap-rolled onto its port side and curved around 90°, then banked 180°. Unfortunately for the crew of the cruiser, a few straggling torpedoes impacted on the shields, sending the ship on an out of control course. The cruiser recovered quickly, and turned back, swooping across the middle ridge of the Defender . The first 15 torpedoes collapsed the shield, and the rest impacted on the armor, ripping gashes out of the hull and venting the interior to space. A torpedo detonated on an energy pod magazine, and the magazine exploded, leaving one quarter of the ship vented to space. The turbolasers took over from then on, systematically rendering the ship a dying hulk, while the ion cannons guaranteed that no systems would work on it. The survivors of the barrage would be picked up after the battle. The other two ships had done significant damage to the star destroyer. Their ion cannons had shot through the shields. Parck was prepared to receive both barrages. He had designed a type of torpedo, which could effectively destroy a target without the need for a complex computer system. The complex electrical systems of the torpedoes were traded for a relatively simple laser line-of-sight targeting system. It was easy to insulate from ion cannon shots. "Launch the torpedoes for laser-line-of-sight." He sat back to watch as 50 more torpedoes detonated on the hull of the second ship. Lasers shown on their targets, giving the torpedoes something to aim at. The third ship lost control after the torpedoes detonated, and soon after the power core exploded brilliantly, leaving the ship looking like a charred donut with a bite taken from it. Even the preparations made for the counterattack were not enough to save the ship from the blue tendrils now snaking through the computer system. "Sir," informed Morendo, "it'll take at least fifteen minutes to reset the computer system, and we're running out of torpedoes fast!" "I don't remember the Cha'quas as packing that much firepower. Yes, I believe that we might not win this round, Captain. But we will try our best. How many torpedoes do we have?" "There are only two torpedoes in each magazine that were converted to laser-line-of-sight. There are three more in each magazine that has the normal targeting system. There are 24 ready to launch." "I thought we had more tubes than that!" "Yes, we do, but they were either vented to space or hit directly by an ion cannon." The battle overhead had roused some support; a few small capital ships and a squadron's worth of fighters emerged from Ibulstere. The capital ships, two Lancer- class frigates and two Carrack- class cruisers came up on the third Cha'qua, which rammed a Carrack, and gave it a collapsed shield and dented hull. The fighters converged on each other, lasers blasting and torpedoes launching. The Vi'cor fighters were another one of the Vi'cor ships run on solar power, but they were run completely on solar power. Even so, they were a vicious foe, and both ranks' numbers immediately started dropping. The Lancers went off into the heated starfighter battle, where the Chiss casualties trailed off. The Cha'qua cruiser swooped down upon the unshielded Carrack, and vented its fury on it, pummeling it with multiple torpedo blasts. The cruiser fought valiantly, splattering the Vi'cor cruiser with turbolasers and torpedoes, and turned to run, but finally, already wounded from the ram it had been given, it split open, atmosphere venting, supplies being whisked away into the vacuum of space. Fire began to feed from the escaping oxygen, consuming the whole vessel to the reactor core, which exploded, expanding the cruiser into a cloud of molten flaming debris. At the sight of the disintegrating cruiser, the Lancer-class frigates emerged from the starfighter battle. The three remaining capital ships came at the Cha'qua from different directions. The Carrack opened fire and launched volleys of torpedoes from its hold, collapsing the shields of the Cha'qua. The frigates quickly closed in, using the quick-to-adapt targeting systems from their anti-starfighter cannons to carefully snip away at the lasers of the ship. The Cha'qua rolled onto its side and slipped past the small opening left by the extremely close cruisers. The Cha'qua prepared to jump to hyperspace, but was caught by the tractor beam of the Carrack. In a desperate move, the Cha'qua shot an energy pod into the tractor beam projector and broke away, only to run full tilt up along a 2 kilometer long frame before a towering superstructure, which raised it's shields just in time. The Mark-II Imperial-class star destroyer Vigilance's crew's quick reflexes allowed the dying Cha'qua to smash harmlessly into the shields covering the superstructure, dissipating into gasses and dust particles. The Defender's [i/] crew watched in awe at the events that had just occurred before them. The Lancers were mopping up the starfighter resistance, and the other fighters were coming back aboard. Other shuttles were being dispatched to retrieve the survivors of the other ships. Parck signaled the comm. unit. "Captain Shill, thank you for your impeccable timing. You are just in time for our victory over the Vi'cor. Though I might say, you could've been here quite enough sooner." Captain Tren Shill's image came up on a holoprojector. "I'm terribly sorry, Admiral, but I couldn't get here without the danger of running into a stellar object. I was trimming precious seconds off the navicomputer calculations and easing the most out of the hyperdrive engines as I could. There wasn't much else I could do. The crew can tell you, she was rattling so bad, if I'd gotten her any faster, I'm afraid that she'd have flown apart." Parck smiled, "Yes, captain, I can agree with your account. I appreciate you coming." Parck turned to Morendo. "I believe you can manage with your efforts without me, can't you?" Morendo straightened, "Yes, sir, I can coordinate the battle without your help." He quickly added, "But I'm sure you could do a better job than I, Admiral." Parck turned to the holographic image of Shill. "You heard Morendo, Captain. I believe that I will join you in a few moments." He looked back at Morendo. "If you don't mind, Captain." "Why, of course not, but you are welcome to stay on my ship." "Is everything in working order here?" "Not right yet, but it can be in a few hours. The ship is operational right now, though." "Captain Shill, you will dispatch five repair crews for repairs to the [i] Defender . You will also be helping with the treatment of the diseases. We will be here for…" He turned to Morendo. "Ten hours, at the most." "Yes, ten hours. I will be over after I gather my belongings from my quarters. No one needs to assist me. Within ten hours we will be on our way to Nirauan. I look forward to some relative rest and relaxation." He switched off the communication and strode back to his position at the head of the bridge at the transparisteel viewports to view the repairs being done to the Defender . Just a typical day , Parck smiled. -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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Lt.Cmdr.Thrawn Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 8/29/01 8:44pm Subject: RE: Star Wars and Star Trek: Together? - Date Edited: 8/29/01 8:52pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Lt.Cmdr.Thrawn
	Well... it's cool, but: I got the feeling there are some characters and situations that are being used just for coolness factor... But nevertheless, good. A couple notes: There's already a ST/SW story or two, so you may wanna change the name to make it stand out to readers and I'm pretty sure there's already a trilogy of fanfics. Or two. Or three. Nice job! BTW, all you Lurkers, Thaddeus here is one of my reallife friends, and he's new here... so post! Give opinions! REPLY! Also... the Republic (and the Empire, for that matter) don't know about the Chiss until Dark Tide: Ruin. When does this story take place? if it's before that, it may have to be a Alternate Universe story... if you need any info on the Chiss (homeworld, etc) I have it. -----signature----- "We cannot afford to take mythology at face value." -Indiana Jones
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Lt.Cmdr.Thrawn Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 8/29/01 8:51pm Subject: RE: Star Wars and Star Trek: Together?
	Also, you maye ave noticed that it isn't "paragraphied", and the bolds and italics didn't come out. (I noticed that those things were there when you emailed it to me). Unfortunately to make it paragraphied here, you have to edit it while you're posting. Or just edit the post. To make italics, just type [ i]Whatever you want to be italics goes here[/ i]. Just without the space between the "["'s and the "i"'s. To make bolds, do the same, but replace the "i"'s with "b"'s. -----signature----- "We cannot afford to take mythology at face value." -Indiana Jones
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Lt.Cmdr.Thrawn Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 8/30/01 1:49pm Subject: RE: Star Wars and Star Trek: Together?
	UP! -----signature----- "We cannot afford to take mythology at face value." -Indiana Jones
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 8/30/01 2:18pm Subject: RE: Star Wars and Star Trek: Together?
	As an answer to Thrawn's and other people's (hopefully) questions, yes, the coolness factor plays a part in this story. Also, my idea isn't real unique, but that's what I need suggestions, ideas, and opinions for! Also, I need a title! I need help! This story also has no definate point in time, but it is soon after NJO, when the New Republic, Empire, and Chiss have defeated the Yuuzahn Vong (sp?). This is critical because this is the period when the New Republic government and its bumblings are not sitting well with the people. Coupled with a Chiss uprising and the almost-execution of Admiral Pellaeon, it makes for bad times with the New Republic. Also, the Empire is wary of another trans-galactic invasion, sooo... they expirement with wormholes, and find one that goes... you guessed it, across the Universe and (for the sake of simplicity at this point) to the Star Trek galaxy. Once again, please post! I need help with this! -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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EMPRESS Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 8/30/01 8:06pm Subject: RE: A Star Wars and Star Trek Story-Without a title! Help!
	I think a title will really stand out more to other readers, so you might want to decide on that, and the paragraphs will make it easier to read, but over all, good start! -----signature----- Well you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air. But will you keep on building higher till there's no more room up there? Will you make us laugh? Will you make us cry? Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?
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Lt.Cmdr.Thrawn Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 8/30/01 8:50pm Subject: RE: A Star Wars and Star Trek Story-Without a title! Help!
	How about: TREK WARS: The Next Generation or something like that... be sure to put "Post-NJO" in the title as well... -----signature----- "We cannot afford to take mythology at face value." -Indiana Jones
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Spiderdevil Registered: Sep '00	Date Posted: 8/30/01 9:12pm Subject: RE: A Star Wars and Star Trek Story-Without a title! Help!
	Trek Wars isn't too bad. My first thought was Star-Crossed, since it's a crossover of two universes with "star" in the title. Of course, with that title, some people might think it's a romance. -----signature----- "In France, I'm an auteur. In Germany, I'm a filmmaker. In the UK, I'm a horror director. In America I'm a bum." ~ John Carpenter
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 9/1/01 10:04am Subject: RE: A Star Wars and Star Trek Story-Without a title! Help!
	Thanks for the help, everybody! I appreciate your input! As of right now, I'm still thinking of a good title. In the meantime, here is another part of my story for you! Colonel Phinnle stopped outside the Admiral's quarters. He gulped, looked at the hard copy report, and tapped the door release. The door silently retracted up into the ceiling. "Umm… Admiral? A-Admiral… uhh, sir?" The admiral sighed exasperatingly. "Yes, Colonel, what is it?" "I was… umm, ordered to r-r-r-report to you, sir. On the st-st-st-status of the Reprisal ." "Well, what's the status?" she exploded out at him, finally furious at his shy bumbling. He gasped and backed away, looking like he would cry. "Its body shell is ready, but we still have to install the gravity well generators, the shield emplacements and the superlaser. It will take perhaps a week for each of them to be installed. Within a month, your ship will be ready." She smiled and leaned back into her plush chair. "What about the others?" she inquired. "Well, the Perpetrator is almost ready, but the full complement of TIEs has yet to be produced. And the Cerberus has yet to be constructed…" He drifted off. "What?" she shrieked. "I told them to have that thing at least halfway completed by the next month, because you told me exactly one month ago that you still had a ways to go on it! You keep on giving me the same report, and I keep getting infuriated because of the incompetence of you and all those other pompous idiots who have no idea what the term "hurry" means! Why can't somebody do something right? We are talking about the fate of the Empire here! Tell them personally, Colonel," she leaned forward, getting so close to his face that he could feel her breath on him, her menacingly threatening voice turning his heart to stone, "that Admiral Daala wants the work on the Cerberus done now. There will be no stopping until you complete it." "Uhh… yessir, of course, sir," he squeaked, and ran out of the room. She sat back and smiled. "You should be scared." A throbbing hum penetrated the air. "What the?" Han Solo murmured as he looked up from the Millennium Falcon's navicomputer. "What is that?" He jogged back into the engine compartment. Searching the room for anything odd, he eyed up a suspicious looking knob on a water tap. "This shouldn't be here. He picked it up and immediately felt a burning sensation. "Yeeowch!" He exclaimed as he dropped it. It seemed to be where the throbbing noise was coming from. Han daintily picked it up and threw it across the floor, sending it ricocheting off the walls and down the ramp. Following it, he kicked it, sending it spinning across the floor. He quickly closed the ramp and ran to the cockpit, turning on the auto blaster and activating the shields. The targeting screen lit up and he sighted in on the tap, then pressing the trigger button, sending pinpoints of light out at the device. It exploded in a glaringly bright flash of light. "Stupid terrorists," he muttered as he looked at the damage done. "None, thank goodness. They didn't even get a very good one. Security will be here soon, so I'd better go meet them." He stepped out into the bay interior. A charred floor littered with shrapnel greeted him, with a charred mark in the middle of the floor. "Hey, you there!" Han spun around to look into the face of a worried private. "What is the meaning of this? What happened?" The private's speech implied gleeful anxiety. "Private," Han calmly explained, "a bomb went off. I'm really not that worried about this all. Really. Go back to bed now." The private looked at him. "But… you almost got killed!" Han shot him a glance. "Look, kid, I've been through enough close calls. I can guarantee you that this kind of stuff doesn't frighten me easily. Now, you just go to bed." The private and his men turned to leave, their faces turned down in sorrow. Han noticed their looks. "Hey there, private!" The column halted and turned around. "Huh?" Han strode up to him. "You must be green." The young man nodded solemnly. "Well, dispatch a scanning team. I want to make sure my ship's not rigged with explosives. And tell your supervisor that you were conducting a routine search of the ship when you found that bomb and saved my life." The private's face brightened, and he smiled. "Yes sir!" He and his men trotted off and disappeared through the door. Han smiled, shaking his head, and turned around, retreating to the ship. "Han, this is serious. If you would've gotten hurt, this would've been a big ordeal!" "Get over it. It already is a big ordeal." Han gestured to the woman sitting across from him with a datapad holding the contents of the morning news. "'Han Solo Almost Killed by Bomb'! What more proof do you need? Heck, they've almost got a bigger headline than they do article. I believe they need some other big piece of news to look at." "Han, please, try to understand. You're a hero! Nobody wants you to get hurt!" "Tell that to the guys who accused me for the Senate bombing and the riot shooting." "Han! You've got to understand. People all across the universe know you. You are Han Solo, the gunslinger, pilot, hero, smuggler, soldier; you're all those things. You can't take this as 'no big deal'. You've had these things happen to you before, why can't you be worried now?" "I guess it doesn't faze me any more." "Well, it had better 'faze' you any more!" He sidled up to Leia. "Now, honey, try to understand…" he soothed as he put his arm around her and gently led her out the door. The Solo children were watching the argument from the stairs above the living room of their Coruscant apartment. Jacen grinned, "He's still got that touch." Anakin agreed, "Yeah, he'll definitely calm Mom down. He always has and always will." "We'd better get to the situation at hand, you two. We should be figuring out who planted that bomb and why," Jaina intervened. Jaina, the eldest of the three, who was born barely before her twin, Jacen, was born, and older than Anakin by one year. "I think we'll find the answer here soon." Jacen pointed toward the door, whose lock was being decrypted. The door slid silently open and a droid stepped in. It was covered in a dull metallic finish and looked roughly skeletal, with a decryption keypad clutched in a thin, spindly arm with small fingerlike appendages at the tip. A narrow yet unusually tall head rotated left and right, then spotted the Solo siblings on the staircase. It swung another arm around, revealing a blaster. But by the time it had produced the blaster, all three Solos had a lightsaber held at the ready. They were just in time too. Blaster bolts lit up the room as they sped toward the Jedi. They parried the bolts with their lightsabers and directed them straight at the attacker, two bolts from Jacen detonating on the droid's leg, the ones from Anakin liquefying the droid's chest, and the ones from Jaina hitting the blaster, exploding both it and the forearm. The droid began to waver, than collapsed forward on its bad leg. It produced two more blasters from inside the skeletal body. In desperation, Anakin hurled his lightsaber into the torso of the droid, vaporizing servomotors and rendering the droid paralyzed. Jacen crept out from his position behind a banister and walked softly over to the corpse of the droid. He prodded the head with his foot and looked at Jaina and Anakin, who had followed him down the steps. "It looks like we-" he began as he felt movement on his foot. He looked down to see yet a fourth blaster emerging from a compartment inside the droid's head. He jumped back as a gleaming silver lightsaber flashed past his body and into the head of the machine and straight through the blaster. "Nice shot, Jaina," Jacen said as he shivered. "I didn't think it would be so hard to kill a droid." Anakin squatted down to inspect the droid. "Somehow, it doesn't surprise me." After a few seconds of scrutiny, he got back up and faced Jaina and Jacen. He informed them of its make and model with the appraisal of a professional. "This was an IG-88 model droid. They were designed specifically for assassination, and did their job extremely well. They did it so well, in fact, that when they were first activated; they went berserk and killed all the scientists who worked so hard to create them. All the IG series droids have been rumored destroyed, but," he looked down at the corpse at his feet, "I guess they weren't. My guess is that it had been programmed to hunt for Dad a long while ago, and finally tracked him here." "Well," Jaina said, "let's find 3PO. He'll be able to help us figure out why that droid came here." -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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Lt.Cmdr.Thrawn Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 9/1/01 11:44am Subject: RE: A Star Wars and Star Trek Story-Without a title! Help!
	cool. -----signature----- "We cannot afford to take mythology at face value." -Indiana Jones
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Lt.Cmdr.Thrawn Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 9/2/01 12:58am Subject: RE: A Star Wars and Star Trek Story-Without a title! Help!
	~Uppers~ -----signature----- "We cannot afford to take mythology at face value." -Indiana Jones
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Lt.Cmdr.Thrawn Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 9/3/01 7:37pm Subject: RE: A Post NJO Star Wars and Star Trek Story
	^ \| \| \| ! -----signature----- "We cannot afford to take mythology at face value." -Indiana Jones
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 9/4/01 7:04pm Subject: RE: A Post NJO Star Wars and Star Trek Story-Suggestions and Comments Welcome!!! - Date Edited: 9/4/01 7:20pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Thaddeus_Walters
	I have another post here. It's kind of short but oh well. This is the last of the introductery type stuff; the story just gets better after this! "Oh, dear! I am so glad you have been saved! I was worried you would have perished! After all, I mean, pitted against an IG-88 model droid, you could have been vaporized! But, you are Jedi, so I suppose that…" He babbled on, while the twins and Anakin ignored him. Arriving back at the apartment, after finding See-Threepio at the Millennium Falcon's berth in the Imperial Palace, they went inside. The assassin droid was still propped up on the wall, where the siblings had left it. "C'mon, Threepio, I want you to examine this droid." Anakin said, leading him over to the droid. "Anakin, drop!" Jacen yelled. A blaster bolt shot through the space where Anakin's neck had been an eye-blink before. Jaina's already raised lightsaber deflected the shot through the open window. Anakin's face turned bright red as he grew angry. He used his Force powers to pop the droid's head clean off the torso. He then calmed down and settled back to watch Threepio's inspection. "Oh dear! It is an IG-88 model! I wonder what it was doing here!" He turned to face Anakin, also glancing at Jaina and Jacen. "I do believe I could link up to its memory core. Perhaps I could find something." Threepio bent down farther and linked his memory core to that of the IG-88 model's. A few minutes passed before Threepio straightened and rose quickly. "Oh no! This droid was given its mission just three months ago, and it was sent by Admiral Daala personally !" Hope you like it! Please, more feedback! I'm not doing this just for my health! -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 9/5/01 7:16pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Next Generation
	I'm sure that many more readers are out there looking at this story than have posted to date. Post! Suggestions, comments! Sure, some of my names may be stupid, but, hey, you need to tell me! Tell me what a better name would be! Maybe you think my story is stupid! Tell me! But, don't worry, it gets better from here! The Unknown Territories had been a mysterious uncharted region for a long time. Luke Skywalker was out in the Unknown Territories. He looked at the blue skinned and red-eyed Chiss standing beside him. "Do you have even a minimal amount of Force training, Pacose?" The Chiss shook his head in a definite "no." "I have been notified of my Force abilities by some of my superiors, but I have no real training. I have instincts that show me things that will happen in the future, and have known the right solution to various difficult decisions, though." "Well, I would be honored if you would join me in conducting a further search of the Chiss' Unknown Regions. I would like to find some other Force-attuned Chiss." "Master Skywalker, I would be honored to, but I must ask Admiral Parck if I may go with you when he returns. It is a possibility that I may be able to, but until he gets back, please stay at the fortress. I will do my best to make you comfortable." "Very well, I believe I will return to my quarters. Thank you." Luke turned and walked away. "Data, please prepare a report on star RG-3705, and have it in my quarters as soon as possible. I need to have it sent in to Admiral Perry by tomorrow. I would appreciate if you did that, since you have overseen the scanning of the star. I am going to retire for the night." Captain Jean-Luc Picard yawned. "Yes, I do believe I will retire for the night." Lieutenant Commander Data, an android, was standing behind an ensign at a science console. "Very well, Captain, I will begin work on the report after I finish one more scan of the star." Captain Picard stood up and strolled to the turbolift. "Goodnight, everyone." "Captain, wait!" Data called after him. "I believe we've found something different." Picard stepped out of the turbolift and strolled briskly to Data. "What is it?" "I believe it is an as yet unidentified wormhole." "Captain," shouted the ensign. "A ship is coming out of it." "On screen." The viewer in front of them showed a constantly twisting and distorting blue hole in space, with a large gray angular ship protruding from it. The ship was ten times as large as the Enterprise, but looked slow and sluggish. Picard immediately ordered yellow alert. Defense fields were energized, torpedoes were readied for launch, phaser banks were turned on, and the engine room prepared to move at a moment's notice. The ship came to full combat readiness as the commander of the ship hailed them. "I am Captain Brandei of the Galactic Empire's Imperial Navy. My ship is the Judicator. We are part of a task force that seeks out ways to travel to new galaxies. I trust I have entered a galaxy, where worlds like Coruscant, Corellia, and Bastion don't exist." Picard looked at Commander William Riker, who was gripping the arms of his chair with white tipped knuckles, staring wide-eyed at the screen. He was as stunned as Picard was. Riker just nodded his head. "You are correct," began Picard, "at least I'm not aware of any of those worlds or cities. Anyway, I'm forgetting my manners. I'm Jean-Luc Picard, captain of the USS Enterprise, number NCC-1701-E. I must say that I'm surprised. We have never had anyone from other galaxies come to the Milky Way. At least, that's what earthling humans called it." He ventured to question Brandei. "Are you sure you haven't been out of touch or stuck in a different section of the galaxy? The Milky Way is a very large galaxy." "No, I do believe we are from another galaxy. But, the Milky Way?" mused Brandei. "An interesting name. It's even more interesting because I have some comprehension of the name, and your language. May I please come aboard your ship? I would like to tell you more of who I am and what I'm doing." "Very well. I shall have a tractor beam latch on to your shuttle, unless you have a transporter." Brandei smiled, "No, I don't. But I do believe our talks will be much more interesting than I expected." Once again, post! I need more good title name thoughts. I also need a first name for Daala, any suggestions, or should I post on a board, or is there actually a name for Daala? I'm also running into school, so my posts may become less frequent. So far, I'm alright, because I'm on page 7 of 15, but keep giving me comments! -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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Lt.Cmdr.Thrawn Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 9/5/01 8:25pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Next Generation
	Well, at leats you keep posting. Keep going! -----signature----- "We cannot afford to take mythology at face value." -Indiana Jones
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 9/6/01 2:59pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Here's more! Keep posting! (And trust me, it'll get good!) Picard and Riker were riding the turbolift to the shuttlebay. "Commander Riker," inquired Picard to the dashing first officer, "may I ask what your opinion on these people?" Riker rubbed his short black beard. "I'm not entirely sure. Something sounds fishy to me. I'd keep your eyes peeled. I personally don't trust this guy Brandei. What if he is from the Romulans or the Cardassians? Maybe he is trying to get intelligence from us." "Perhaps," agreed Picard. "What if he is telling the truth?" he sighed. "This may be a long evening." Picard waited until the docking bay was pressurized, then walked brusquely across to a pristine white shuttle. The wings folded up to meet a center, rigid wing. A terrible whine emitting from the ship's belly echoed through the bay. He strode up to the ramp to greet the visitors. "Captain Picard, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am, as you must know, Captain Brandei. I've brought along a few of my high-ranking officers. Captain Picard, this is Commander Herrick, my 'Number One'." Picard and Riker exchanged dubious glances. "This is Commander Honick, my Engineering specialist; Colonel Holus, my Troop commander; Commander Mive, my Sensors specialist, and Gunnery Sergeant Hutus, Weapons Master." Picard flashed a smile. "I'm delighted to meet you all." He began introducing his officers. "This is my 'Number One,' Commander William Riker; Commander Deanna Troi, the ship's psychologist; Lieutenant Commander Jordi LaForge, Engineering specialist; Lieutenant Commander Data, Sensors specialist; and Dr. Crusher, the ship's doctor." "I am very pleased to meet you. This should prove to be an interesting time!" "Now, if you will follow me, please, I believe that we can gain a little understanding about each other." "It should be interesting!" agreed Brandei. General Cracken, the head of the Intelligence Division of the New Republic Military, pointed at a board with multiple images of locations of dots. The dots were, in fact, Imperial ships. "Intelligence reports suggest that the Imperials are probing at the edges of the galaxy. I'm not entirely sure, but we did see that in a task force of three star destroyers and numerous smaller craft, only two star destroyers are left. These changes we noted in the time span of a standard Coruscant day. I believe that they might have found a way into a new galaxy." "And there is unrest in the Empire!" added another general, backing up what Cracken was inevitably going to suggest. "Yes," agreed Cracken. "Our reports also tell of rumors about an Admiral who plans to rebuild the Imperial fleet." "That's preposterous!" exclaimed an admiral. "They haven't the supplies, manpower, or economic power to build a fleet large enough to do more than give us a bloody nose!" "On the contrary," said Cracken, "we believe that the Imperials have allied with the Chiss. After all, the Chiss have ties, however loose, to the Imperial armed forces. They probably would ally. Don't forget that we have one of ours in there right now. If he gets hurt, those Imperials are going to know about it." "This one of ours," asked Chief of State Borsk Fey'lya, "who is 'he'?" "Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master, sir," replied Cracken. Fey'lya's fur rippled with contempt. "I know who he is. Luke Skywalker can take care of himself. Skywalker has Jedi powers. He could leave without lifting a finger." "Master Skywalker might not be able to do that if they take his lightsaber, wound him, use ysalimari to take away his Force powers, torture all available information of any importance to them, then kill him." "Skywalker wouldn't let that happen. Besides, even if he were killed, there would be numerous other Jedi. If we need them, which we don't." "Sir, I would appreciate it if you did not say things like that. It would be a morale crusher to the New Republic, the Jedi would be in turmoil, and the Empire would find it a good time to attack. We need every Jedi to help us keep peace in this galaxy. If he is in any way harmed, we will see that Master Skywalker is alright, then proceed to Bastion and chew those Imperial--" "Fey'lya, General Cracken," spoke up General Wedge Antilles, "Please hold it. We should just take a task force in, take Luke, then come back to Coruscant. If they get ticked off, so what. If they start a war, we'll whoop 'em. Then we'll investigate this wormhole thing." "Good idea, Wedge. In fact, I was thinking of an operation similar to yours. It would be a bit more diplomatic then that, though." "But if they do anything to Master Skywalker, we'll go after them." Cracken smiled, "Precisely!" "Master Skywalker, wake up! Wake up quickly!" Luke opened his eyes groggily and looked into the face of the Chiss he'd seen the pervious day. "What is it, Pacose?" "Sir," he replied, "they're here. We must leave quickly!" "Who's here? Why should we leave?" "I'll explain. Hurry! Quickly! Pack your bags and come!" Luke knew there was a method to the madness of Pacose and his beckoning, so he rolled out of bed and sat up. He shook his head once to make sure that he was awake, then began stuffing his two bags with all his belongings that he'd brought with himself. "Hurry! They will be here soon!" Once Luke was completely packed, he gestured to the door. "Lead the way." Pacose ran out into the hallway. He looked one way, then the next. When he looked the second time, his face turned to one of dread. "They are here!" He said as a laser bolt flashed past him. Luke activated his lightsaber and ran through the halls after Pacose. He sensed each Chiss following behind. They were trying to shoot him, but he constantly deflected their shots. He realized, though, that they would be bringing up ysalimari. His Jedi senses would be useless in the Force-less bubble. He sprinted after Pacose, who was already far along up a side corridor. Luke couldn't recall exactly where he was going, but Pacose would know. Since Pacose was scared, Luke knew that whatever people they were up against, the battle wouldn't be pretty. A few minutes later, they arrived at the hangar bay. The Chiss were disabling ships as fast as they could. "We'll escape in this," said Pacose, pointing to a ship far away from the launch hole. The clearance wouldn't be easy, so the Chiss were working from the front back. Luke knew that they wouldn't stand a chance of getting out alive without a ship like that, so he immediately ran to the ship, blocking blaster bolts and shooting them back to his attackers. He jumped in the ship, where an automated checklist was already working. Luke familiarized himself with the ship's controls during the precious seconds that the engines took to warm up. The controls went green, weapons went on-line, the engines revved up, the repulsor coils whined, and Pacose slammed the hatch shut as Luke exploded through the hangar bay with no collisions at all. "That was the easy part," laughed Pacose. The few light-hearted moments faded into another mood of fear. But a Jedi knows no fear! thought Luke. For now there were a hundred fighters headed toward them. Uh-oh, thought Luke. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and prepared for the worst. Fortunately, half of the fighters in the swarm were allied with Pacose and Luke. They began fighting their way to the Chiss star destroyers trying desperately to get away. Luke saw an enemy fighter soar toward him. The fighter opened up its lasers a half-second after Luke's pierced the cockpit, engines, and missile magazine. The fighter's cockpit exploded, the wings tumbling away toward the ground. A friendly fighter roared past, an enemy close behind. Luke fired off a quick burst, which momentarily put the fighter out of control. Those five seconds without control were enough time for the friendly to get behind his adversary and turn the fighter into a rapidly expanding fireball. More incidents of that nature occurred, but Luke always kept the star destroyers in sight. The star destroyers were becoming fewer, though. One jumped to lightspeed. Another one accelerated to a high sublight speed before finally twisting, contorting, and jumping to the relative safety of hyperspace. "I've got a bad feeling about this," said Luke. Something sparked. Pacose looked to the origin of the sparks and looked to the diagnostics. His eyes flitted between the two. He somberly looked at Luke and informed him of the status of an integral part of the ships systems and capabilities. "The hyperdrive has been damaged beyond repair. We'll need to take another ship to make it to lightspeed." "This isn't looking good." There were two star destroyers remaining. The rest of the support craft were either already gone, captured, destroyed, or beginning their jump calculations. Meanwhile, the star destroyers were collecting broken ships, the ships who were damaged or in need of rescue. Fortunately, they would collect him. However, Luke wasn't that sure. The first of two remaining star destroyers accelerated into a squadron of enemy fighters before jumping to lightspeed, sending some fighters tumbling and others disintegrating. The second ship accelerated. Luke and Pacose were horrified. Pacose began hailing the ship while Luke tried launching flares and weaving, twisting, anything that might attract their attention. Unfortunately, the star destroyer began a jump to lightspeed. Luke sighed and Pacose collapsed. Luke looked out at the space. "There is always hope." He leaned back into his seat. The accelerating star destroyer slowed, then stopped. Pacose looked up and cheered. Luke turned back to admonish Pacose. "That is why you should always trust in the Force. It will always guide you. Let's go, before their motivators blow." Luke flew at breakneck speed to the star destroyer. Seven other wounded ships were limping to the ship to seek a safe haven. Luke flew into the main hangar bay, checked to make sure other pilots would not need to board the star destroyer, then let go of his Force Grip on the star destroyer. It flew ahead into the mottled view of hyperspace. Hope you like it! Maybe action, a new title, and more posts from viewers will keep my story on the front page of the Forums! -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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