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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 6/9/02 9:16am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Updated "Tale". See you. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 6/16/02 9:23am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Expect an update within the next two days. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 6/22/02 11:03am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	What a week. First my PC goes down on Tuesday and doesn´t stand up, where i live we have thirty degrees celsius and when i finally get the bloody thing running after three days again, i have to find out, that i have been temporarily banned for using a profanity somewhere. Not to mention, that i lost the last part (four sites) of the "Colliding"-Story without safety-copy. Sorry, but because of that you have to wait a bit longer for updates. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 7/6/02 8:11am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	There seems to be a (technical) communications-problem with my beta-reader. But don´t worry, i´m confident we can have a new update soon, since the post is already finished. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 7/7/02 8:43am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires (Updated 7/7)
	To hell with computers, internet-providers and e-mail-services, since they make live for writers and their beta-readers so difficult. But enough of my rants, guess what... HERE IS AN UPDATE: The Colliding of Empires Perry Rhodan’s son stepped into the luxurious bathing-cabin of his personal quarters and entered the shower-unit. The shower-unit activated, several dozen shower-heads, spread over the cabin walls, beginning to bathe the king of the "Freemerchants" with jet-streams of hot water, while at the same time robotic arms with brushes and flannels at their ends started to scrub over the naked body of the tall man. Michael Rhodan enjoyed this procedure for three minutes until the temperature of the water changed from hot to cold for another minute, which was needed to totally wake him up. Finally the water stopped and a warm breeze of air dried him, while a sudden anti-gravity-field lifted him up and the cabin rotated by ninety degrees in a horizontal position. As soon as the movement of the shower-cabin stopped, Michael Rhodan was dropped on the wall of the unit that now formed the floor and strong robotic hands started to knead and massage him. They also rubbed body-oil during the massage into the now completely relaxed muscles and skin of their "victim" and after they were finished with the backside, Michael Rhodan was turned around and the procedure started at the front side. After this was over the cabin rotated back into its original upright position and finally released its user. Stepping over to a hand-basin, Michael Reginald Rhodan watched himself in the mirror while he began to shave. The automatic of the shower could have done that for him, but he preferred to shave on his own. In that regard he was something of a snob. Roi Danton shaved only wet. Under other circumstances and with an audience he could have ordered Oro Masut to play Barbier and made a huge show of "Shaving the King", but as long as they were alone, that would only be a waste of time. The son of Perry Rhodan sighed. He was nearly two-hundred-and-sixty years old now and somehow he felt the teeth of time. He looked at his image in the mirror. Tall, with broad shoulders, strong muscles, the cell-frequency-activator had stopped the aging process of his body in the best years. He looked quickly over his face. It had taken some time to get used to it after the medical surgery. With the mane of hair it looked like a mixture of the face of the young Albrecht Durer and Louis XIV, although it was harder, more male and even a little arrogant. He sighed again. Being the son of the most powerful man of the SolarEmpire, if not the entire Milky Way-galaxy, who was also one of the most popular persons hadn’t been easy. Kidnapping- and assassination-attempts on a regular basis or the parents, who were both in politics and had only little time for their children had, by comparison, been the easy part. In some ways it was a miracle, but Perry Rhodan and his wife had managed to give their children a loving home and to raise them to strong, independent and honest adults. On the other side that had only increased the problem, when their twins became older, especially for Michael. It was nice that the name of his father opened every door for him, but they opened because of his father and not because of something he had done or deserved. The same was true during his training at the Space-Academy. Michael got the best grades in every of his classes, but he couldn’t be sure if his work had really been that good or if the teachers and tutors simply hadn’t dared to give him bad ones. The fact that his father or Atlan confirmed that they had seldom seen better works changed nothing in the young Michael Rhodan’s mind. He would always be Perry Rhodan’s son, forever trapped in the shadow of his father and never his own person. So one day he had written a good-bye-letter and vanished between the stars. Joining the ranks of the then recently-established "Free Merchants" he had quickly risen to the top of the organisation, which had been originally founded by a man called Lovely Boscyk. Michael Reginald Rhodan was back in public, but not as the son of the Grandadministrator of the SolarEmpire. Michael Rhodan had quickly realised that it wasn’t enough to alter his face and name, the leading people of the SolarEmpire knew him to well and even if they didn’t recognize him, the inhumanly competent SolarCounterIntelligence wouldn’t be fooled for long. Michael had needed something more, something that extraordinary that nobody, not even in his worst nightmares, would get the idea, that the leader of the "Free Merchants" was the long lost son of Perry Rhodan. Roi Danton had been born. Roi Danton was or had been a dude, a geek, a nuisance. He imitated the behaviour, the speak-patters and kind of clothing of a French noble during the 17th century from the court of Versailles. His appearances in public caused lots of laughter, but the people who had to deal with him had to be careful, that they didn’t become the victims of the King’s twisted sense of humour. At the end it was most times Roi Danton and his "Free Merchants" who had the last laugh. The mask had been perfect. When Michael Rhodan had met with the leaders of the SolarEmpire again nobody recognized him and he was able to gain their respect on his own, although especially his own father was disgusted by his ridiculous behaviour. However it didn’t take long until Atlan saw through the mask and from that point it hadn’t been long till Perry Rhodan knew the true identity of the King of the "Free Merchants". Then the war with the Uleb had started. The war against the technologically superior and incredible brutal cousins of the Halutans had nearly meant the end of the SolarEmpire. During those awesome and terrible battles, the hard core behind the soft and weak appearing mask of Roi Danton had become visible. He had gained respect and acceptance as a military leader. But that had been more than two-hundred years ago. Since then, nothing had shown to be a serious threat for the SolarEmpire and humanity. The Terrans had first rebuilt and then continued from where the war had interrupted them. Unfortunately "business as usual" can be quite boring. Especially, if its "business as usual" for more than one or two hundred years. So it hadn’t been a wonder, that Perry Rhodan’s son had insisted on accompanying his father and Atlan to this galaxy, two-hundred-and-forty million lightyears away from the Milky Way-Galaxy, a distance far too much for lucrative trade. But economies and the making of money were of second to no interest to Roi Danton. He was rich, incredible rich, precious few people in the galaxy were richer than him. Alone the yearly interests of his fortune were enough to buy dozens of star-systems every year, not to mention what he earned through the "Free Merchants". He was also probably the most powerful civilian of the Milky Way, having around three-hundred-thousand well armed freighters at his command. On the material side, there was nothing he could desire. But the relative immortality had come to a price. Boredom was a piece of that price. The other piece was loneliness. Nearly all carriers of a cell-frequency-activator were males. While Roi Danton was immortal and didn’t age the persons he met did. Companions, friends, lovers, things went well for a few years, but came sooner or later to an end. Oro Masut was until now the only exception, but the loyal Ertrusan would die one day, too, and Roi feared that day. Even among the other immortals Roi Danton was somebody of an outsider, being nearly four-hundred years younger than any of the others. Sooner or later it would come to a crisis, that was for certain; and if a small trip to another galaxy would delay the inevitable so be it. A knock at the door interrupted Roi Danton’s musings. "Yes, what is it?" "I have prepared breakfast." answered Oro Masut through the door. "And Dr. Ithin is here for some tests." -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 7/10/02 1:51pm Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	There has to be a conspiracy against me or this story. One single day after an update and this story is on page ten. Buhuhu. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 7/12/02 6:56am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Says page 9 on my computer. -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 7/27/02 4:37am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Blast, i hate such things. Nearly two weeks have passed since my last contact with my beta-reader and every attempt to reach him since then has failed. Considering, that there have been problems before, i think it to be to frustrating to wait any longer. This is not about distribution of guilt or responsibility, but the need to accept, that the working-relation doesn´t seem to work. So i´m in need of a new beta-reader and i hope somebody volunteers soon. Until then... The Colliding of Empires With a grin Roi Danton steppd out of the bath-room into the main-room of his luxurious quaters, where Oro Masut was dishing the table and the tall, haggard figure of Dr. Ithin was waiting for him. Everybody who knew a little about the people of the milky-way and especially about the descandents from colonists of the Empire of Arkon would have immediately identified Ithin as an Ara. Nearly two meters tall, incredible thin, with an albinotic skin and red eyes Dr. Ithin was in no way different from any of the other galactic medicine men. Like "Jumpers" and "Superheavies" the people from Aralon had established themself in a special niche of the milky-ways economy when Arkon had been galactic major power. But while the "Jumpers" had monopolized the trade and the "Superheavies" had specialized in mercenary-work, the Aras had devoted themself to the medical and biological sciences. Their entire planet was a single, world-wide hospital and everybody who had suffered from a disease had found help there. Against hard currency of course. So it was no wonder, that ninty-five percent of all medicaments of the galaxy had been produced and developed by this people. But where light is, there are shadows and so it shouldn´t have come as a surprise for anybody, that ninty-nine percent of illegal drugs had been produced by this race of galactic medicine-men, too. Even worse had been the development of specially designed deseases to improve business or to bring less developed worlds under their influence or to support their war-leading cousins of "Jumpers" and "Superheavies" with biological weapons. And since they had had a quasi-monopol on galactic health nobody had dared to move against them. Unless Perry Rhodan and his then small SolarEmpire had stepped onto the galactic stage. The terrans had managed to break and to reduce the influence of Aralon, much to the annoyance of the Aras leadership of that time. The young and still inferior SolarEmpire had managed to make itself a new powerful enemy and the number of enemies during that time could have well ment the early end for humanity, if Perry Rhodan hadn´t managed to trick the allied fleet of "Jumpers" and "Superheavies"in the Battle of Betageuze to believe, that with the destruction of the third planet of that star-system they had managed to whip out Terra, the source of all their troubles. That had been in the year 1984 and from then on everybody on Arkon, Aralon, Archetz and every other planet of the ArkonEmpire had believed Terra and humanity to be destroyed and Perry Rhodan to be dead. For more than sixty years. Years the terrans had used to buildt up, to grow in size and strenght and they had needed every bit of it, when the invasion of the Druuf had forced them back into the public mind of the galaxy with a big bang. But that was now over five-hundred years in the past. As everywhere the actions of an only small minority had damaged and soiled the reputation of an entire race. While Aralon had lost its unique role and influence, its medicine men and reaserchers belonged still to the best. Many of them, who had proven to be trustworthy were recruited from the SolarEmpire and the USO to work on the empires worlds of Mimas and Tahun. Dr. Ithin had been one of the those men and rumors claimed, that Atlan had started to jump squares, when he had been informed, that the Ara had accepted an offer by Roi Dantons "Free Merchants". But the loss of the UnitedStarsOrganisation had been the win of Perry Rhodans son, who until now had never to regret the hiring of Ithin. It hadn´t only been the better payment, what had tempted Ithin to join the "Free Merchants". For once the atmosphere was more relaxed. Despite everything else, the USO was in the first place an organisation with a military touch. Besides that, Ithin was something of an adventerous nature. The Ara believed to belong to the first line of explorers, but his superiors had thought otherwise. And so he had landed among the "Free Merchants". "Bonjour, ma cher Doctor. Comment allez-vous?" "I´m fine." stated Ithin in Interkosmo, the traffic-language of the Milkyway. It had taken some time to get used to the eccentric behaiviour of his employer and french was a language he still didn´t understood, but he had learnt the meaning of a few phrases. "How do you feel, your Majesty?" "Merci, Monsieur Doctor, trés bien." "I would be grateful, your Majesty, if you could switch to interkosmo. I´m a doctor and no linguist." answered Ithin, who put his small suitcase with his instruments down. Roi Danton sighed softly. Behind the huge desk he could see Oro grinning. "Of course, ma cher doctor. A good monarch has always an open ear for the worries of his subjects. He also generously ignores their limitations." he sighed again as if he had made a huge concession, that costed him a lot of efforts. Roi watched his bodyguard, who pressed a hand on his mouth to prevent himself from bursting out with laughter. "Fortunately my "limitations" don´t include my medical knowledge." stated Ithin dry. If he started to duel with Roi Danton he would loose and he knew it. "Now would you please stay calm." The Ara placed several sensors on Rois naked skin. "Alright, now would you please breath in." Roi Danton took a deep breath, while Ithin looked on a small monitor. "Heartbeat, pulse, muscle-tonus, "blood"-pressure, hmmmm." he grumbled. "I assure you, i´m as healthy as the literal mule." explained Roi Danton. "I´m the one, who decides about that." Ithin looked up. "But you are right, you are in an unnatural healthy condition." "The benefits of a cellfrequency-activator." answered Roi Danton with a smile. "You should know that by now." Ithin shook his head. "Its not only that. I suspect it has something to do with the modified symbiont. How much time has passed since the exchange?" "Three weeks. It is really a pity you weren´t there." "Yes. Otherwise i would have been able to watch the development of the symbiosis from the beginning. And? Can the symbiont work with the conservated and the synthetic food?" "Until now there seem to be no problems. The genetic modifications seem to pay off. Your collegues from Mimas and Tahun seemed to have reached their goal." "In that case, i think it is time for a final test." an evil grin appeared on Ithins face. "After all we have to know, if the symbiont can fullfil his primary purpose after being genetically modified." An insecure look appeared on Roi Dantons face. "You mean ... ." "Yes, i mean. Mister Masut, would you please give me your weapon?" The tall ertrusan moved around the table, exchanging a look with Perry Rhodans son. His question was obvious, even without words. "Should we really ... ." Roi Dantons expression changed from insecure to determinated. "The doctor is right. Its better to find out now, than under the conditions on the battle-field." Ithin was holding his hand out. "I will do it." explained Oro Masut. Ithin was considered to be trustworthy, but you never knew ... . The Ara nodded his shoulders. "Fine with me. After all, i´m a doctor and not a man of violence." The tall ertrusan pointed his weapon at Roi Dantons midsection. "Ready?" he asked. Roi Danton swallowed. "Ready." he answered in a hoarse voice. "I´ve been looking forward to that for a long time." stated Ithin. Oro pressed the trigger and a centimeter thick thermobolt left the barrel of the weapon, hitting Roi Danton in his midsection. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 7/31/02 7:59am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	More more more!! -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 8/2/02 3:04pm Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Well, i thought there would be some questions. Obviously i was wrong. But even if, i would have only answered them sometimes in the story. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 8/2/02 5:12pm Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Ill still have no idea about what you answer anyway! Im just interested in the reactions and story. You know, I think its time I posted my fic in here... ...Starting tomorrow. -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 8/10/02 8:39am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	To make the long wait for the next update easier, here are some links: http://www.beust.com/cedric/perry/ here you can find the summaries of the novels, that form the bigger cycles or story-arcs (this fan-fiction takes places 230 years after the M87-Cycle) in the PR-Universe http://www.prtf.de/ here you can find technical information about the PR-Universe: biology, weapons, star-drives and so on. I suggest learning a little bit of german before visiting this site. and finally some Cross-Sections: http://www.rz-journal.de/Downl/370.jpg This shows the original Super-Carrier Old Man (it carries 15.080 Ultra-Battleships of the Galaxy-Class). http://www.rz-journal.de/Downl/421.jpg This now shows an Ultra-Battleship of the Galaxy-Class with a diameter of the spherical body of 2.5 Kilometers. Especially look at the outside-hangars marked as 5 and 7. http://www.rz-journal.de/Downl/465.jpg This is the "Marco Polo". Same like the Galaxy-Class, but with an additional central ring of hangars for Cruisers with a diameter of 100 meters. This design was the model for the "Dantes Inferno" in this story. http://www.rz-journal.de/Downl/412.jpg This shows a special version of a battle-droid called "Paladin". For those who wanted to know, how Icho Tolot looks like. http://www.rz-journal.de/Downl/527.jpg This is part of a standard-ship-bridge on a ship of the SolarEmpire. Hope you like. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 8/16/02 1:43pm Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Lets leave the king of the Free Merchants behind and visit another part of the SW-Galaxy. No, not Nal Hutta or Coruscant, but another part, where the sh.t is soon going to hit the exhaust. Enjoy: The Colliding of Empires Meanwhile, somewhere else… Admiral Ivpikkis watched the task-force depart from the main fleet and prepare for the jump to hyperspace. Three Sh´ner-Class Assaultships, nine light cruisers of the Wurrif-Class and eighteen Fw´Sen-Class-Picket-Ships. An impressive force, but insignificant compared to the entire fleet commanded by Ivpikkis. While the thirty ships vanished from the screens of the Shree-Class Battle-Cruiser, Ivpikkis mused about the reason for the presence of an entire third of the Ssi-ruuk's military forces in this corner of space, far away from the holy grounds of their homeworlds, in the dark void of interstellar space between a few single starsystems. They had been betrayed. Emperor Palpatine had promised them prisoners for their entechment-technology in exchange for battledroids, but the human scum had planned to break his promise. Ivpikkis and the blue-skinned leaders of the Ssi-ruuk should have expected this in the first place, since those humans were just another inferior live-form - out of many others - but the offer had been too tempting. Fortunately an unexpected being, claiming to be from a Rebel Alliance - whatever this thing was - had given the Ssi-ruuk warning. Their identity was insignificant, save in respect of their being betrayers of Palpatine. As a sign of their good will, they had delivered some of the technologies the Ssi-ruuvi ships had been upgraded with. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend," thought Ivpikkis; and while he understood the logic behind the concept, he wondered if those rebels knew what he had in store for them as soon as the glorious Ssi-Ruuk had defeated this so-called Galactic Empire. However, it was necessary to establish a 'beach-head' in the territory of the enemy in the first place. It was also necessary to know more about the abilities of the enemy's military forces and hardware. And because of this the Admiral of the Ssi-Ruuk had sent thirty ships to a system called Bakura. ---- First Midshipman Torr Co´ress from the IGS-Bakur4 suppressed a sigh. Besides the one million major worlds of the Empire, there were probably fifty million other planets more interesting than the system of Bakura. At least in Torr Co´ress' imagination. Located at the edge of the Outer Rim and bordering the Unknown Regions, Bakura was even further away from the civilised systems of the core than such "gems" like Tatooine or Bespin. Blast, even Endor was closer to the core than this backwater colony. Serving in a system like Bakura wasn't a sign of a healthy career. Maybe you'd managed to piss off one of your superiors and then you were doomed to spent the rest of your life in such an insignificant system. Or maybe you were born there, grew up there, went to school there and learned to dream of the stars; sooner or later you'd be either conscripted or volunteer for military service, and would wind up wearing a nice uniform and having some adventures. If things went well and you didn't screw up you would make yourself a name, became an officer and would sooner or later get your own ship. At least that had been Torr Co´ress' idea, when he'd signed up. Anything just to escape the planet he had been born on. Well, he had escaped the planet and sooner or later he would escape the system as well. It was only a question of time, although this had shown to be more difficult than he had thought before joining the section of the Empire that defended Bakura. Systems like Bakura were too peaceful, and as a result it was nearly impossible to get noticed and the few promotions were coming slowly. Co´ress and those like him hadn't even been allowed to leave the system. The requests for transfer to positions in other systems were constantly denied. For those officers and crewers originating from outside Bakura, the colony was an exile. The rest of the personnel was conscripted or had volunteered to get a chance to leave their boring homeworld. What those men and women hadn't considered was, that the Imperial officials were in dire need of every men they could get to keep the small fleet and garrison working. Smarter people would have left the system with a freighter or transport and signed up for the starfleet in another, more populated system, if they really had to, but those means were expensive. Too expensive for Co´ress. He sighed again. "Hey, Torr, how you doing with those energy-joints?" came the annoying voice of Lieutenant Frem, 'Captain' of the IGS-Bakur4. "We still have to take care of three other sensor-relays and the 'Old Man' will skin us alive if we aren't finished on schedule." Torr gritted his teeth. "We!" he thought enraged. That piece of Rancor-shit was sitting comfortably in the command-chair on the bridge of the 120 meter long gunship, while he was here, out in the cold vacuum with nothing but an old space-suit, trying to repair one of the sensor-stations in the outer system. The Bakura-System was home to eight planets of which the third had been originally settled around hundred-fifty years ago. Near the end of the clone-wars a second settle in had appeared, when the Bakur Corporation had taken an interest in the planet. However the Corporation had went bankrupt after a few years and the half billion Bakurans had been left to themselves again until the Empire had stepped on the stage three years ago. Since then Bakura had become part of the Empire, small and insignificant, but profitable enough to justify the presence of a garrison and a small fleet of twelve ships. However if there existed an Imperial holding further out than Bakura, the young midshipman didn't know about it. "I'll be finished in two minutes," he answered, as calmly as possible. To annoy Frem would do more harm than good, and that wasn't worth it. And if they weren't back in time the 'Old Man' would perhaps really skin them alive. Well, if Commander Pter Thanas would skip Lieutenant Frem Torr Co´ress would have nothing against it, but if Thanas put Frem only down, the Lieutenant would give it through to his subordinates. Pter Thanas might not be an easy superior, but he had managed to bring his men into top-condition, that much Co´ress was willing to admitt. The same was true for the systems and the hardware they were working with. Unfortunately the Imperial forces on Bakura were very low on the Empire's list of priorities and so the material they were forced to work with wasn't exactly top of the range. So when they weren't doing their regular duties or executing manoeuvres, they were looking after their out-dated equipment, exchanging parts and maintain their systems more often, than their service-orders demanded. And because of that the ImperialGunShip-Bakur4 was in the outer system, commanded by the brave Lieutenant Frem and crewed by forty-three other men, one of them first midshipman Torr Co´ress, who also served as engineer. And because of that he was the one in the space-suit, taking care of energy-joints on a sensor-station, that looked out into the Unknown Regions. Co´ress spliced the last two wires together and pressed a button. From his point of view the job was done. The sensor-station should be working again. "Alright, "Captain", he tried hard to NOT sound sarcastic. "What do you get?" Since the sensor-station was fully automated its designer hadn't thought it necessary to include systems, that would allow a human operator to interpret the sensor-readings the station got. This way costs had been reduced and everybody who wanted access to the data was supposed to have his own interfaces to download the sensor-readings. "The station is online again." came the reply from the gunship's bridge. "The readings are within the expected parameters and ..." For a long moment there was silence and Co´ress already feared, that something had gone wrong and that he would have to work for another hour in this blasted space-suit. "And what?" he wanted to know. "Come aboard." came the barked reply from Lieutenant Frem. "Sir?" "NOW!!!" --- A satisfied whistle emerged from Iv´ris' beak as well as all three of his nostril-tongues. They had dropped out of hyperspace at the expected coordinates in the outer system of the star Bakura and its family of planets and the senior Captain of the task-force Admiral Ivpikkis had sent watched how the individual units of his fleet quickly retook their positions in the formation of the fleet. That wouldn't have been necessary had the ships would have made a linked jump, but Iv´ris was an experienced commander, who wasn't very fond of the method to literally chain the controls of more than a half dozen ships together to arrive at a certain destination in tight formation. Of course Iv´ris had never heard of the Katana-fleet, but the knowledge about the disaster of that two-hundred ships strong force several decades ago would have confirmed his point of view. Less than a minute later the more than seven-hundred meter long Sh´ner-Assault-Cruisers formed the core of their formation, each one covered by two of the four-hundred meter long Light-Cruisers of the Wurrif-Class. The remaining three Cruisers of this class formed the tip of their formation and the eighteen Fw´sen-Class-Picketships had moved into screening-positions. "Move our ships in a vector of zero-three-five, sixty percent lightspeed and be ready to launch battle-droids on my mark. Glory to Lewhekk and the Sii-Ruu-Empire." -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 8/22/02 3:19am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Obviously nobody knows what to do with the Ssi-Ruuk. Up. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 9/10/02 1:20pm Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Well, its been a while and i´ve been busy with other things for the last two weeks (especially with the NJO-Novels from Heros Trial till Dark Journey). Besides that, my internet-provider f...ed up again. It is possible, that i start a repost of this and my other stories in a few weeks, thanks to the efforts of my beta-readers. I also got confirmation, that the number of mistakes from three per sentence dropped to three per site. Ahh, if only my old english-teacher could see this. Well, i can dream, can´t i. So here it is: The Colliding of Empires ... The Empire is still growing. Policies of expansion established by the Old Republic were never rescinded, and exploration - and now conquest - continues. The Imperial Survey Corps, scientists and scouts charged with exploring the galaxy, has seen its funds cut sharply over the years. Still, a new system is being catalogued for the Empire every 207 minutes by the under-staffed ISC... ... Sectors are grouped in regions, the empire has countless regions that contain as few as 3 sectors, to 'upwards of thousands of sectors each` ... ... Under the new order, the Empire continues to grow and expand and new sectors and regions are being formed all the time ... (Imperial Sourcebook, Page 10/110) ---- Pter Thanas had just entered the Lambda-Class-Shuttle, that was supposed to bring him from the planetary garrison to the small space-station in orbit of Bakura, when the alarm came. The fact that a mere Commander like Thanas was in command over all military forces on the planet, army as well as fleet, was a sign how important the system was viewed by his imperial superiors. Not very important. However its population of over hundred million beings, its exports of repulsorlift parts, fruit candy and liqueur justified the small imperial presence embodied by two Carrack-Class-Cruisers, four corellian gunships and six system patrol-crafts, that were not hyperspace-capable. Not to mention the planetary garrison of course. Naive minds and those who still glorified the days of the dying old republic would have considered this to be an impressive force. Pter Thanas had different ideas. In the opinion of the Commander the forces inside the system of Bakura were to small for a system that close to the Unknown Regions. While the entire galaxy, nearly every star and every planet had been mapped already long ago during the days of the old republic for navigational purposes many systems still lacked closer inspectation and exploration. With four-hundred billion stars of which two-hundred billions had planets a civilisation could catalog one planet every hour without making significant progresses even after millenia of space-travel. And while constantly new sectors and regions were added to the territory of the empire, even the phenomenal growth of the imperial starfleet couldn´t keep up with this increase. The conquest of worlds and systems was easy, to hold those systems and keep them under control was more difficult. The imperial war-machine was already stretched to its limits and sooner or later the empire would swallow to much to NOT choke at the bite. At the moment Pter Thanas hoped it would be later. During the short trip from the planetary surface to the multi-purpose-station in the planetary orbit he studied the first read-outs, that had been transmitted by one of his gunships. And he didn´t liked what he saw. Thirty ovoid-shaped ships he had never seen before. In this regard he wasn´t alone since the imperial computers had no idea, who the sudden arrivals were, too. The only conclusion was, that the ships and their crews originated from OUTSIDE the imperial sphere of influence. And that could´t be a good thing. According to the sensor-reads three of the ships were seven-hundred-fifty meters long. Bigger in volume than a mile long Stardestroyer of the Imperator-Class although not much. Nine of the ships were similar in size to Victory-Class-Stardestroyers and the remaining eighteen ships seemed to be frigates or some kind of gunship. The Commander had always suspected, that something like this would happen one day. Nobody knew for sure, what species lived in the Unknown Regions, what technologies they had developed. There might be countless little empires out there and nobody inside the one and true empire would know about them. And while insignificant to the empires power as a whole, those species might posses huge military forces compared to a single planet or system within the empire. And now one of them had decided to knock at the door he was responsible for. "When will we reach the "Dominant"?" he demanded to know from the pilot of the shuttle. "Two minutes, Commander." came the reply. Thanas considered his options. Like most sentinent species, humans are territorial beings and so his instincts told the commander to engage the enemy as far away from his safe port as possible. On the other side six of the twelve ships available to him were NOT suited for fighting on long ranges, since System-Patrol-Crafts lacked hyperdrives and were always operating close to their planets. So he could keep his forces together and would then have to allow the enemy control over the outer system or he could split his forces, leave the SPC behind and engage them with Carrack-Cruisers and the gunships alone. Since the TIEs of the imperial garrison were similiar limited like the Patrol-Crafts waiting for the enemy would have been the logical choice. Pter Thanas decided otherwise. The small imperial forces were outnumbered this way or the other until re-inforcements would arrive and they had to know what the enemy was capable of and what not. Besides he would hate it to leave the major part of the battlefield to the enemy. Leaving the shuttle at the multi-purpose space-station in Bakurans orbit he rushed to the air-look, that connected the station with the "Dominant". One minute later and after a ride with the ships turbolift he entered the bridge of the three-hundred-fifty meter long vessel. "Captain on the bridge." announced the first officer of the ship, a female Lieutenant-Commander. "At ease, Commander Hovesk." stated Thanas and took place inside the captains chair. "Bring us away from Bakura. Call the IGS-Bakur 1 and 2 to flank us, 3 and 4 are ordered to join the "Malice"." Thanas made a face when he mentioned the sister-ship of the "Dominant". What kind of idiot would call a ship that was supposed to defend and to protect "Malice"? "Dominant" he could understand, but "Malice"? "We´re going to engage the enemy?" asked Hovesk. "Yes. We form two flights. The "Dominant" and her two gunships form the first one, the "Malice" and her two escorts the other one." "What about the TIEs?" wanted Hovesk to know. "They´ll stay behind with the SPCs." answered Thanas. "Now plot a micro-jump. Lets see what our sudden visitors have to offer." For a moment there was silence on the bridge, but then, as an afterthought Thanas asked. "Has the emergency-call to Sector-HQ been made?" "Yes, Sir, together with a report with everything we already know about the invaders. Which isn´t much." came the reply. "A battle-squadron lead by the ISD "Blackhawk" will arrive within an hour." A battle-squadron consisted usually of one ISD and an average of eighteen other ships and in many cases even twice that much or more. In most cases enough to deal with everything an enemy could put together to fight the empire. On the other side entire kingdoms and planets had been lost in less than an hour, but Thanas tried to encourage his crew by showing confidance and optimism. "Well, that means we only have to slow down the enemies advances for an hour. Is the micro-jump plotted?" "Micro-jump plotted." came the answer. Ten seconds later the two Carrack-Cruisers and the four gun-ships escorting them made the jump towards the advancing Sii-Ruuk-Fleet. --- Hundreds of lightyears away a wedge-shaped body cast a dark shadow on the dead surface of a small moon. Smaller crafts with spherical cockpits and radiator-panels attached by pylons to their main body were flying around the big ship. By imperial standards the mile long stardestroyer was only a ship of medium size. Despite that it outgunned entire squadrons from the time of the old republic. It was capable to reduce the entire surface of a planet into molten slag in less than an hour or to engage entire fleets of smaller vessels, it carried its own army of nearly ten-thousand stormtroopers and their support-crafts including one prefabricated garrison, it housed an entire wing of TIE-fighters and various other vehicles and it was capable of independent operations for six years. It served as battleship, fighter-carrier, troop-transport, siege-platform and mobile shipyard all in one. Engineered and buildt by the legendary KuatDriveYards it was crewed by more than thirty-six-thousand men and like TIE-fighters and imperial garrisons it had become not only the backbone of the imperial starfleet, but also its most known symbol. So it was no wonder, that by the majority of beings the proud ships of the "Imperator"-Class were simply known as Imperial Stardestroyers. This special vessel was called "Blackhawk". A lone figure was watching out of the transparisteel-windows, while the members of the bridge-crew were working in their pits. Captain Yaroff´s face showed a grim expression, but also something, that resembled anticipation. With an age of five years the "Blackhawk" belonged to the oldest vessels of the ISD-II-Subclass and for the entire time it had been commanded by Captain Yaroff. Yaroff had been given command of the powerful ship at a rather young age by comparison to other officers, thanks to a nearly flawless performance since his academy-days and the right connections at ImperialHighCommand. The missions Yaroff and the "Blackhawk" had participated in had proven the faith put into the small, but massively buildt man justified, but two years ago he had met with an imperial advisor on the wrong footing. The result had been banishment for ship and captain to the military forces of this backwater-sector although nobody had called it that. Officially the "Blackhawk", as a more powerful ship than an ISD-I, should make up for the low number of Stardestroyers in this special sector. While an ordinary sectorgroup contained up to eighty ISDs in theory, reality often looked different. The sectorgroup the "Blackhawk" belonged to consisted of fourty-eight ISDs and Yaroffs ship was one of the few ISD-IIs among them. In the eyes of the young and ambitous commander the reason for his service here was laughable. There was no ship outside the imperial forces that could hope to equal even an ISD-I, so there was no reason for the "Blackhawk" to perform duties an ISD-I could do. His and the ships presence here at the fringes of the empire were a waste of talent and material. Unfortunately this wasn´t going to change for some time since the growth of the imperial starfleet couldn´t keep up with the growth of the imperial territory and so the "Blackhawk" was doomed to "re-inforce" the few ships of the local sector. But now fate had offered him a chance to change this. Somebody had dared to attack a subject of imperial interest. And Yaroff was ordered to show those aliens with whom they tried to mess. "How long till our other ships will be here?" he asked without turning around. "Fifteen minutes, Sir." came the answer from his officers at the com-station. Yaroff sighed. The current mission of the "Blackhawk" and her battlesquadron had been to patrol the fringe-worlds of the sector and to look for the outposts of pirates, smugglers or rebels. And while Yaroff had dealt once and for all with most of the smugglers and pirates on earlier missions, there was still the chance, that his ships would force one or two rebel-groups out of their holes, where they were hiding since their defeat at Hoth. For this purpose the battlesquadron of the "Blackhawk" consisted of two Attack-lines and two Persuit-lines. In terms of ships that meant two Strike-Class-Cruiser, two Carrack-Class-Cruiser, four Nebulon-B-Class-Frigates, eight Lancer-Frigates, four Corellian-Corvettes and twelve corellian gunships. All in all thirty-three capital ships, that carried two-hundred-seventy-two TIE-fighters of different design. A small smile appeared on Yaroffs face. If he pulled this right of he could redeem himself in the eyes of HighCommand and be transferred back to the galaxy-wide operating part of the imperial Starfleet, where the really interesting missions were waiting for a man like him. So, while for some people the invading Ssi-Ruuk should prove to be a serious threat and for others an annoyance, for Captain Yaroff they were a gift from a benelovent deity. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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