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The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
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The Colliding of Empires Part I
From one moment to the other the "Dantes Inferno" and the "Vasco da Gama" left the realm of hyperspace, after travelling a distance of 244 million lightyears.
The were now in a position fivethousand lightyears above the galactic disc of their target-galaxy. Every kind of hypersensors and scanners, even the telescops of the astronomic labs were activated to collect data and to increase the knowledge of the Solar Empire about their future area of operations.
In the commandroom in the centre of the huge orb of the "Inferno" Perry Rhodan was talking to Atlan.
"It seems the Dimetrans-Hyperdrive has worked as expected."
"Of course. We have worked and researched more than twohundred years to develop and to improve the device we got from the Uleb. The last tests all have been satisfying and here we are."
"Yes, but i had some doubts. This was the longest and largest journey we did so far and everything has worked perfectly. I could become used to it."
Twohundredthirty years ago the longest distance a ship of the SolarEmpire could travel had been nearly five million lightyears, before his engines had to be replaced.
This was achieved with the so-called Linear-Drive.
Modern versions of this drive allowed to travel distances of twelve million lightyears.
This was enough for galactic distances but far to less for a journey of 244 million lightyears.
When the war with the Uleb and their servants had started the terrans had been forced to recognize that there existed another kind of faster-than-light-travel, the so called Dimetrans-Drive.
For galactic distances this drive had been to fast but for travels from galaxy to galaxy it was perfect. Or nearly perfect.
One of the original Dimetrans-Drives caracteristics had been the fact that the travelling ship had always arrived in the centre of a galaxy.
After the defeat and extinction of the Uleb the SolarEmpire had taken over the Dimetrans-Technology, but after the loss of more than hundred ships that left hyperspace in the astronomical chaos comen in the centres of most galaxies the scientists and engineers of the SolarEmpire had started to search for a solution for that problem.
And after decades of research they had found one. Modern Dimetrans-Hyperdrives were able to leave hyperspace everywhere its operators wanted to.
Rhodan thought about this before he turned to one of the operators.
"Would you please tell me what you have discovered so far ?"
"Yes, Sir", the man started his report. "The galaxy we´re observing now is a typical dish-shaped galaxy with a diameter of nearly 121,000 lightyears and 400 billion stars.
Added to the natural signals we discovered microwaves of artificial origin as well as other signals moving with lightspeed and even hyperwaves from locations all over the area. We are still working to encrypt the hypersignals but the main bulk of the other signals we recieved were in the same language."
"You mean the same language was spoken in totally different regions ?", asked Atlan.
"Interesting, indeed", stated Rhodan. "The first hint of a united, galactic civilization, and even more special if we remember that the most of those signals are over fivethousand years old.
If we are lucky they stayed that way the last five millenias and are more peaceful than other people we´ve met so far. I wonder what they could have achieved without the concerns of war."
"Not much", grumbled Atlan. "Without the driving force of fighting for survival there is no need for significant progresses. At least in the technological area."
Rhodan glared at Atlan.
"You are, and will ever be a cynical warhawk, Arkonide."
Atlan smiled sad at his best friend.
"And you will ever be a softhearted optimist, who believes in the good in every being, terran barbarian. Even sixhundred years havn´t changed that."
Then the tenthousand years old Arkonide changed the topic, turning again to the waiting operator.
"How much sucess did you have with the translation of the recieved messages ?"
"The main-positronic is still working at it, Sir. We should get results in a time-frame of five to six hours."
"Exellent. Prepare hypno-imprints for the officers and the crew, so we can speak with those people in their language when we met them.", ordered Rhodan. "How much succes did you have with the mapping of the stars and planets ?"
"The first mapping will be finished in one hour. After that we´ll travel another thousand lightyears to map anew and to compare the differences in the charts caused by the movements of stars and other celestiel bodies. We´ll repeat this every thousand lightyears until our charts are nearly perfect."
"How long will this take ?"
"The entire process ?" asked the officer "Probably one day from now on."
"Exellent", stated Rhodan. "You may continue."
One day later the two ships from the Milkyway entered the rim territories of the galaxy ruled by a man called Palpatine.
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The Colliding of Empires - Part I
Inside his meditation chamber aboard the huge commanship Executor Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, second-in-command of the Empire, was thinking.
Thinking about the past, thinking about the future and thinking about the present.
Thinking about his own destiny in the bigger of things.
Finally he admitted to himself that something inside him had changed. Something that seemed to have sleeped for far to long.
Since the confrontation at Bespin with Luke Skywalker, the son of the man he once used to be, Vader remembered his days as Anakin Skywalker more vividly.
How much of himself he had discovered in that duel in his son.
The idealism of the youth, the anger against injustice, the hate, the desperation ... .
Especially the desperation when there seemed to be no way out, noone there to help in the hour of need, that suicide seemed the only solution to escape. Suicide ... or surrender to the Dark Side.
Vader sighed.
Of course there were differences between him and his son.
Luke had been divided from his friends through Vaders plotting. Anakin Skywalker by decisions he thought to be the right ones and still believed to be right.
After centuries of growth the Old Republic had become to big, to complacent, to be effectivly governed from the Capitol of Coruscant, impossible to administer.
Governors and Senators had turned against each other, bickering about privileges and political issues only they cared about.
The military and various police-organizations had been unable to maintain peace and order. Business Companies had buildt their own private armies, first only for defense, later to enforce their business-interests.
A strong hand had be needed to restore order, to restore the strenght of the goverment.
And this hand had been the later emperor Palpatine.
Vaders only ambitions during that period of time had been to become a Jedi-Knight, able to defend the rights and lives of the people.
Born and grown up the first decade of his live as a slave Anakin Skywalker knew about the hard realities of live, contrary to the sheltered uprising of most Jedi-Padawans.
He had always tried to keep his independece, to keep his own opinion, something the Masters of the Jedi-Council weren´t used to deal with.
Vader had always been a man of action, tried to solve a problem as soon as he was aware of it.
For his taste the entire council lacked the nessecary compassion to really feel the needs and to know about the problems of the ordinary people.
His former master Obi-Wan had once admitted that, even before he met Anakin he had called him a "pathetic live-form". During that time they both had been able to joke about it, but Vader had it never forgotten.
Slave, pathetic-liveform, undisciplined padawan, Anakin Skywalker had been called many things during his young live and he had put all efforts to prove everybody of his abilities.
And of course he tried to prove to be a worthy consort for a queen.
Something the Jedi-Council hadn´t liked too.
All of these things had lead at the end for him to break with the Jedi-Knights and to join Palpatine.
Now, nearly a quater-century later Darth Vader was sitting in his meditation-chamber and poundered about his decisions and the results they had lead to.
He had wanted a safe and united galaxy as home for his wife and their children, the power to free the slaves, to protect the innocent, to let justice rule.
Well, the galaxy was united under the iron fist of the empire, those who paid their taxes and obeyed imperial laws without announcing another opinion were safe, with exeption of some remote systems and the empire itself slavery was abolished and Darth Vader was the second-most-powerful being in the galaxy.
But without wife, child, home, trapped behind an iron mask to keep him alive and doomed to jump at every whimp of the emperor.
Not that he had problems with that, at least most of the time. After all Palpatine had restored peace and order to a certain degree.
By disbandening the imperial senate three years ago and giving the regional governers and Moffs direct control about their territories the empire was easier to manage and administrate.
On the other hand this had weakend the influence of the central government.
It had been no coincidence that the emperor had disbanded the senate at the same time the first Death Star had become fully operational.
The Death Star had been supposed to be the tool to keep the millions of worlds in the empire, the different imperial fractions and their ambitous rulers with their vast ressources in line.
Until now the Rebel-Alliance was nothing more but an insignificiant nuisiance, while the real dangers to the empire were warlordism and the increasing brutality and cruelity of its representants, driving more and more beings into the open arms of the rebellion.
Moff Sarn Shield, Grandadmiral Zaarin, even Wilhuff Tarkin, the brain-father of the imperial doctrine, according to rumors had tried to overthrow the emperor, to become ruler for themself.
Vader was sure that, if somebody managed to kill Palpatine, the empire would shatter in a matter of years. Billions of beings would suffer, countless worlds would be wasted.
Vader even doubted that he could hold the empire together, if he was somehow able to kill Palpatine himself, atleast not alone.
At this point his son, Luke Skywalker became important. According to intelligence reports the boy had become quite a good leader in the Rebel-Alliance. His men respected him, admired him for what he was, for what he had done. Together they might be able to succed, to restore peace and order, to rule the galaxy as father and son.
If the boy would only listen to him.
Again the old anger consumed Vader. His former friend Obi-Wan had not only crippled him, but turned first his wife, and then his own son against him.
How dared the old fool.
Perhaps that had hurted the most.
If Obi-Wan had been able to convince Padme, who had known him most of his live, that he couln´t be trusted anymore, despite their love, how much damage had Obi-Wan done to his son ?
If he couldn´t convince his son to join him he probably had to kill the boy.
To much was at stake and he had sacrificed to much to risk the work of over twenty years for a boy he had only once met.
If that was his destiny, he would have to find the necessary help somewhere else.
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The Colliding of Empires - Part I
Nearly stumbling over his own feet Atlan left his cabin.
He would have fallen to the ground if not for the helping hand of somebody of the crew who walked through the corridor where Atlans quaters were located.
Atlan mourned at the incredible strong grip of his helper, than his vision became clear.
"Easy, Sir", rumbled a deep voice.
Although alone the nearly bone-breaking grip around his arm was enough of a hint, the voice confirmed Atlans suspiciouns even before he saw his helper.
Before for him stood one of the genetically engineered humans, one of the ultraheavy giants from Epsal.
Nearly one metre sixty high the colonial terran was of the same wide as hight and looked like a strongbox on wheels.
Another moment passed before Atlan identified the epsaler as Ther Khein, acting captain of the "Dantes Inferno".
"Sorry, Ther Khein", he said. "It seems i´m still suffering from the mind-imprit."
"No need for excuses", rumbled the bass of the officer. "It has been quite a load of information concealed in the imprit. And the imprit-devices have been improved to allow to transmit more information directly into the brain as well as with more speed."
"Really ?",Atlan looked up. "Somehow i wasn´t aware of this. But on the other hand there are that many improvements and developments nobody can be aware of them all."
"Yes, Sir", confirmed Ther Khein.
Atlan rubbed his forehead and glared at Khein, remembering the bonderies of mind-imprit technology in the long gone days of the ArkonEmpire.
Mind-Imprit or hypno-teachings had been the comen way of learning new languages or matters of other, especially scientific, areas, but the method had had its disadvanteges.
Was an active mind-imprit interrupted before the closing end was reached the user normaly suffered insanity.
The Arkonides who had viewed themself as the most superior race had seen no problem with that as long every other species they encountered had suffered the same problem.
But when the Arkonids had discovered the terrans on their pathetic dustball of earth they had discovered with shock that the terrans not only survived interrupted mind-imprits unscatched but also were able to close the gaps in the different levels of knowlegde between the two people without problems.
Scientific skills, knowledge researched during millenia by the Arkonids and other things were absorbed by the brains of the terrans in a matter hours.
Using all of this in practice, the terrans had needed less than twohundred years to replace the already dying Empire of Arkon.
Atlans thoughts returned to the here and now.
"Am i right you´re on your way to the commandroom ?"
"Yes, Lordadmiral. We have reached the territories of the rim of this galaxy and are closing in to a place we believe to be some kind of traffic knot."
"A traffic knot. Well, that seems to be the optimal place to make contact with some of the inhabitans of this galaxy."
"Thats the opinion of the Grandadministrater, too. However, he asked me to inform you that his Majestey Roi Danton and his servant have returned to the "Vasco da Gama" to explore independent from us."
"And Rhodan allowed it ? I don´t think its wise to divide our forces at that point of the entire operation."
"Well, King Danton argumented that we can cover a bigger area if we split up. Besides if there is something strong enough to endanger one of our ships, it wouldn´t matter if we were on two.
And the ship of the "Free Merchants" isn´t obliged to follow our orders. Not without emergency."
"Well", grunted Atlan. "I hope we don´t have to save his Majesteys royal butt, if the young man meets problems he can´t deal with."
"Young man ?", asked Ther Khein, because Roi Danton was already over threehundred years old.
"From my point of view", explained Atlan.
Ther Khein remembered the Arkonide to be over tenthousand years old and grinned.
"Well, al least you don´t look that old."
Atlan sighed.
"And i was already afraid you would be some officer who says only "Yes, Sir", "Right, Sir" and "Correct, Sir". But now i know that you are as individualistic and respectless as everybody else of the entire bunch of you terrans i´ve meet over the years. You´ll never change."
Khein grinned.
"Correct, Sir."
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And now some action.
The Colliding of Empires - Part II
Wedge Antilles watched the fleet he and Rogue-Squadronwould escort.
Two Mon-Calamari-Cruisers with a lenght of 1,200 metres, six into Assault-frigates turned Dreadnoughts with a lenght of 600 metres, nine Nebulon-B-frigates and twenty-five freighters of different size.
Furthermore another three X-Wing-Squadrons and one Squadron of A-Wings.
For the conditions of the Rebel-Alliance this was an extremly big fleet.
"All units ready for the jump to hyperspace ?", asked the Fleet-coordinator aboard the Mon-Calamari-Cruiser "Mon Cal".
"Mon Mantis ready."
"Peregrin ready."
"Aldeerans Legacy is ready."
"Freedom ready."
.
.
.
.
Finally it was the turn of Rogue-Squadron.
"Rogues are ready", confirmed Antilles.
"Jump to light-speed on my comand", came the order from the "Mon Cal".
"Five, four, three,... ."
Aboard every capital ship and star-fighter the hyper-drives were activated. Where moments before the, from the rebels point of viev, huge fleet had been there was now only the vastness of space.
The attack-force had made the jump into hyper-space and was now moving to the Outer Rim Depot of Friggas.
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The "Dantes Inferno" was moving towards the discovered traffic knot and had left the linear-space some lightyears away for a last orientation manouver.
According to the recieved messages the name of their target-system was Friggas.
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Moff Mowet Darkol stood in a relaxed position in the centre of the huge orbital-station that formed the main complex of ORD Friggas.
Friggas suppurted the main part of the imperial starfleet in this sector with supplies, especially Tibanna-Gas and fuel.
A lot of space-docks and storehouses were positioned between the space-station and the planet and on the ground of the world even more warehouses had been buildt.
Over the past half of a year Friggas had become a key-position in the empires efforts to bring the outer rim territory and its inhabitans under control.
For far to long the rim had been a hidding place for smugglers, pirates and the cursed Rebels.
This should change soon, but in every case ORD Friggas was at this period of time one of the most important and biggest outposts that far away from the centres of the empire.
For the military and technical personal this meant long-time-service and Moff Darkol had allowed the men and women to take their famalies with them and to settle them on the planet.
This decision had caused some confusion at the ImperialHighCommand but the Moff had argumented that the empire
a) wouldn´t have to pay for the transport and the exchange of its personal,
b) the Newcomers would change Friggas into a thriving colonie on their own (and, compared to other projects, with only insignificiant help from the Imperial Beruoe of Colonisation),
c) the comen moral would be raised on its own
and
d) traders and merchants would follow, what would lead to a signifiant economical increase of the entire sector with more incoming taxes and a need for imperial protection.
At the moment the population of the settled world was around twenty million persons.
Because their families lived on the planet and their children were growing up at the place it was in the natural interest of the imperial occupators to keep the area clean from criminals and other scum, what lead to a higher motivation and readiness to defend ORD Friggas unter all circumstances.
It was a totally new concept for the empire, but its positive results started the idea to spread, while on the other side this positive development was contradicted by the spreading ruthlessness and brutality of an increasing number of high imperial officials.
Moff Darkol knew about this and his disguest about it (and his foolishness to argument loud about it) had lead to his transfer from the core worlds to the outer rim.
Compared to other commanders he could call himself lucky, but working three years to the satisfaction of Lord Darth Vader in his earlier carreer had finally paid off.
Contrary to his calm exterior, inside he was greatly concerned.
Somehow he had the uneasy feeling that something was going to happen.
Presently the only defences of ORD Friggas consisted of only a row of defense-plattforms, three Carrack-Cruisers, five Lancer-Frigates, one Strike-Cruicer and a wing of Ties.
The two Imperator-class-Stardestroyers that guarded ORD Friggas normaly had been ordered away under top secret conditions and direct orders of the emperor himself to some place called Endor.
Darkol had no knowledge what they should do there and he wasn´t interested eighter.
Important was only that he lacked them.
The irrational feeling that something was going to happen increased and than the alarm klaxons started to sound.
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The Rebel-fleet had left hyper-space ten planetary diametres away.
A board the Flag-ship "Mon Cal" Commander Syllkar started to give his orders.
"X-Wings into attack-position, but beware of the Lancer-frigates.
Our Nebulon-Bs and the Assault-frigates shall take care of the Carrack-Cruisers.
The "Mon Cal" and the "Mon Mantis" will deal with the Strike-Cruiser and the Defense-plattforms.
Freighters, you are ordered to stay behind until the battle-field is cleared."
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In front of Moff Darkol a tactical hologramm was activated.
He didn´t liked at all what he was seeing.
His small forces were facing the double number of attackers, along with two Mon-Calamari-Cruisers.
Even a Stardestroyer would have his problems with such a ship despite the claims of fleet-propaganda.
To add were twelve squadrons of X-Wings, considering the carrier-capacities of the Cruisers and one squadron of A-Wings.
At the edge of the Hologramm Mowet Darkol could see a number of other ships.
"Sensors, what kind of ships are the ones outside the battle-zone ?", he asked calm, while the attackers moved into reach.
"We identified them as freighters, Sir, no danger. We counted a total number of twenty-five."
Interesting, thought Darkol. Seems i should become the victim of a rebel raid.
Sometimes the rules of war were quiete simple. At least in the matters of tactics.
Goal of an attacker was it to complete his mission sucessful with as low losses than possible.
Goal of the defender was to prevent that the enemy reached his goal.
And in this case, as indicated by the freighters the rebels were interested in the stores of ORD Friggas.
Moff Darkol knew that he had only minmal chances to beat the attackers, but he could turn their Mission into a failure.
Now that the battle had begun, the calm had returned and he gave his orders.
"Let our wing at the planetary garrison take of. The bombers and an escort of Interceptors are ordered to fly above the plane of the attackers and destroy the freighters as soon as the rebels engage our forces here.
Sent Stormtroopers to the Orbitalstores to fight possible boarding-parties.
Our other fighters and ships shall stay in the cover of the Golan-Defence-plattforms as long as possible. We only have a chance if we let them as close to us as possible.
Make an emergency call for help to the next imperial group of ships.
And finally shut down this annoying alarm klaxons."
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The Colliding of Empires - Part II
Wedge Antilles and Rogue-Squadron were the first to engage the imperial Tie-Fighters in the battle.
He and his comrades were in a difficult situation, because the enemy-fighters stayed in the cover of the cannons from the Golan-Defense-Plattforms.
The imperial commander seemed to suspect what the Rebels intentions were, leaving them only two options.
Either they attacked without caring about own losses and entered the reach of the heavily armed plattorms or they hold back and had to wait until reinforcements of the imperials would arrive.
In the first case they would lose a lot of good people in the second they would miss the goal of the entire mission.
Then the "Mon Cal" and the "Mon Mantis" moved foreward, towards the defense-stations and to the space-docks, concentrating the enemy-fire onto themself.
"To all units", sounded Commander Skyllkars voice through the comm. "We´ll try to destroy the defense-plattforms and to advance towards the supply-depots. As soon as we succed you´ll have to attack the imperial ships. "Mon Cal" over."
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Aboard the Executor
"Admiral Piett."
"Yes, Commander ?"
"We recieved an emergency-call from ORD Friggas. The outpost is under attack from Rebel-forces. They ask for reinforcements."
"Are they crazy ? What has happened to the two Stardestroyers that guard Friggas ?"
"Those ships have been ordered to Endor. We would have met them there, Admiral."
Piett stiffened, then he turned to the speaker, trying to hide his surprise. He hadn´t recognized that Darth Vader had entered the bridge. "Someday, he´ll kill me, even without those mystical force-powers of his", thought Piett. "Probably by a heart-attack."
"Mylord, i wasn´t aware of this."
Vader seemed to look through him.
"You couldn´t, Admiral. The orders were from the Emperor personal."
Vaders mechanical breathing seemed to accelerate at the mention of their all Lord and Master.
"It would have been to obvious to sent an entire fleet from the coreworlds.
Because of this our ships sneak alone and over a greater period of time to Endor, to give the rebels no hint, that we will be awaiting them there."
"You think the rebels want to equipt themself with amunition and fuel at Friggas before their attack on the Death Star ?"
"Why else should they attack there, Admiral ?
If their attempt to raid Friggas fails they probalbly don´t dare to attack at Endor and we have set our trap for nothing."
Vader seemed to be more grim than usually.
"You mean, we allow them to succed ? And sacrifice the orbital-depot, the ships and our men ?" protested the Commander, ignoring the danger he was in.
"We are at war and a war always demands losses", explained Vader.
To his surprise Vader seemed to dislike the thought as much as Piett himself. It was one thing to execute Officers who have shown themself to be incompetent, another one to give over material and carefully trained personal willingly to the enemy.
"However", continued Vader. "If no reinforces show up, the rebels might get suspiciuos. Admiral, plot a hyperspace-course that takes us to Friggas, but in a way that gives the Rebels enough time to get what thea need, if they are not totally incompetent.
"Yes, Mylord."
Neither Lord Vader, nor the officers of the Executor, nor the emperor could know that the actions of a third party would lead all their careful planning to destroy the rebellion to failure.
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Aboard the "Dantes Inferno", Commandroom
Atlan still rubbed his forehead, while watching the terran participates of their expedition.
The officers and crewers of the ship seemed to take the hypno-imprit of the foreign language that was commenly used in the new galaxy with less difficulties than himself.
"Thicksculled barbarians", he mused when the report came.
"Sir, the communication inside the target-system has increased with twohundred percent."
Rhodan and Atlan exchanged one look before Atlan turned to the officer.
"Were you able to identify the reason for this increase ?"
"No, Sir, the signals are encrypted. But we discovered a high number of ships entering the system as well as a number of nuclear explosions."
"Thank you", Atlan turned to Rhodan.
"Looks like there is a battle taking place."
"That much about the united, galactic civilazation", said Perry Rhodan with a hint of disapointment in his voice.
Atlan understood his friend. Whereever the terrans moved in their desire to explore the universe, everywhere there seemed to be war.
And of course they didn´t wanted to become involved into the struggles of a other people this far away of their own sphere of influence.
At least not as long as they didn´t knew with which party they should side.
"Perhaps there are only pirates", Ther Khein looked questioningly at the Grandadministrator, who seemed to come to a decision.
"Set the ship on red alert, Commodore and prepare two Lightning-Jets for a scouting-mission. Plot a course to for the "Inferno".
As soon as we know whats happening, we will act."
"Aye, aye, Sir."
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Good finally some action..
Everyone is going to be shocked at the sight of Dante's Inferno
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Thank you.
And how shocked they will be, hehehehhehehhehe ....
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The Colliding of Empires - Part II
The "Mon Cal" and the "Mon Mantis" had finally managed to knock the defense-stations out of the fight, but it had been a hard earned victory.
The "Mon Mantis" moved heavily damaged away from the fight while the the "Mon Cal" had lost some shield-projectores and two batteries of Turbolasers.
Positive for the rebels was the loss of the cover for the imperial ships and now were heavily outnumbered by the frigates of the Alliance.
When the first Ties and X-Wings met, Wedge suddenly recieved new orders from Commander Syllkar.
"Rogue-Squadron. You and our A-Wings shall retreat to our freighters. We discovered a squadron of Tie-bombers and an escort of Interceptors that move towards our freighters above the plane of fight."
"Roger, Commander", confirmed Antilles. "Men, you heard the commander, the imps want to visit our freighters, lets join them."
Wedge didn´t wait for confirmation but turned his X-Wing around and moved away from ORD Friggas towards the endangered freighters.
Considering the situation he had came to the conclusion that things didn´t looked good.
It had cost to much time to destroy the defense-stations.
The Golan-I-Stations for example were only a little smaller than a Calamari-Cruiser and despite only designed to fight starfighters and smaller warships they had an impressive fire-power with twenty-eight turbolasers and five launchers for proton-torpedos.
Because they were stationary targets, "sitting ducks" in the jargon of most pilots, energy normaly needed for drives and lifesupport-systems for the huge crews of capital ships not necessary on the stations could be used for weapons and shields.
On the other hand stations were unable to move out the way of enemy-fire and had to take the punishment they got.
Wedge accelerated with full power, gratefull for the relativly slow speeds Tie-bombers were capable of, what forced their escort of Interceptors to slow down too.
Otherwise Rogue-Squadron and the A-Wings wouldn´t have a chance to save the important freighters.
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Mowet Darkol was everything but stisfied.
He had lost his defence-stations and his three Carracks, the five Lancers and the Strike-Cruiser had now to face six assault-frigates, nine Nebulon-Bs and a slightly damaged Mon-Calamari-Cruiser.
The relation of starfighters on both sides was equaly unmatched, but who could demand fairness in times of war ?
With the Tie-Bombers and the Interceptors away, dealing with the freighters and persecuted by a squadron of X-Wings and a squadron of A-Wings, Mowet Darkol had fourty-eight Ties from the planetary garrison and twelve Ties carried by the Strike-Cruiser available.
Those Star-fighters had to face three squadrons of the enemies escort and the four remaining squadrons of the less damaged MC-Cruiser, in total eighty-four X-Wings.
Fortunatly the commander of the other cruiser had renounced to start his fighters before leading his ship against the defense-stations or the imperials would have to face another fourty-eight X-Wings.
Despite that things looked bad.
While the Ties were faster and more agile than the X-Wings they lacked shields.
If reinforcements wouldn´t arrive soon ... .
"Attention to all ships. The Lancer-frigates and the fighter shall attack the enemy-figters.
Strike-Cruiser and Carracks shall execute independent from each other hit-and-run-tactics. Move into enemy-lines, fire with all cannons and run for your lives.
Concentrate only at one ship each run, the Strike shall deal with the Nebulons, the Carracks with the Assault-frigates."
Could work, thought Darkol.
With his fourty Turbolasers the massive Strike-Cruiser with a length of 450 metres should be an even match against the like a liieng L looking escort-frigates of the Nebulon-Type.
At least one or two at the same time.
The Nebulons were "only" 300 metres long, much more fragile and armed with only twenty-four Turbolasers.
It was different with the Carracks.
Armed with ten heavy turbolasers for their size of 350 metres they were exellent armed ships, but alone no match for a single assault-frigate armed with thirty Turbolasers.
Because of this Darkol had ordered the Carracks to concentrate together on a single ship before attacking the next one.
Their fast sublight-drives, that made the Carracks to some of the fast capital ships, would give them perhaps a chance for success.
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Aboard "Dantes Inferno"
"Sir, the Lightning-Jets are ready for their scouting-mission and waiting for permission to launch.
Linear-coordinates are programmed, the Jets will reach the target-system in a time-frame of two minutes."
"Exellent. Begin with the countdown."
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The Colliding of Empires - Part II
Wedge could hear Wes Janson curse.
The imperials had recognized that Rogue-squadron and a squadron of A-Wings were on their heels and had split their forces.
The bombers stayed in their course towards the weak armed freighters while the Interceptors had turned around to face the star-fighters of the rebels.
Then they were there and the dance of destruction started.
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Moff Darkol was cursing too.
Twice his "hit-and-run"-tactic had been sucessful, one Nebulon-B had been destroyed, another one heavily damaged and unable to continue the fight.
Futhtermore his forces had managed to destroy one of the assault-frigate-turned dreadnoughts.
But during the third run a number of salvos had hit the Strike-cruiser and the modular construction of the ship proofed now to be fatal.
Entire sections of the ship were severed from each other and didn´t react anymore to the signals from the bridge.
Helpless the imperials aboard the station had to watch, how the tumbling Strike-Cruiser drifted through space and, ramming a Nebulon-Frigate of the rebels, died the death of fire.
Darkol offered the 2´,112 men of the crew of the Cruiser a last salute and turned again towards the tactical hologramm.
The Carracks had managed to destroy another of the assalt-frigates, but they had payed a high price.
Only one ship was left.
Darkol knew that the Carrack had no chance against the remaining ten rebel-ships, but surrender was no option.
"Signal the Lancers to leave the last X-Wings to our Tie-Fighters and to support the Carrack.
It was a calculated risk, but against the superior numbers of X-Wings the Lancers had already shifted the balance in favor of the Ties.
The Moff was aware that the Lancers with their twenty quad-lasers, designed against star-fighters wouldn´t have a chance against the Turbolasers of the Rebel-ships, but they could buy them time.
If only reinforcements would arrive.
Darkol didn´t liked it one bit to sacrifice all those young men and women, not if they should serve at one of the best guarded imperial outposts of the rim territories. Best guardfed as long as base and stores were protected by Stardestroyers.
The fight would soon be over no matter the outcome.
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The Colliding of Empires - Part II
Wedge Antilles made a grim face while his laser-cannons destroyed a Tie-Bomber.
The imperial Interceptors have had no chances against the Rogues, all twelche fighters of their squadron had been destroyed.
But they had managed to destroy two of Wedges X-Wings and four A-Wings and to gave the Bombers enough time to attack the freighters.
Compared to other star-fighters the Tie-Bombers might have been slow and agile as a brick, against the even more slow freighters they had been as fast as pod-racers compared to banthas.
When the rebels finally reached the freighters, already eight of the original twenty-five ships had been destroyed, before the X-Wings arrived to the rescue.
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On the bridge of the "Mon Cal" Commander Syllkar was tempted to scream in impotent rage and frustration.
The defense-platforms had cost the rebels much, as well as the tactics of the enemy-commander.
They had already lost one Mon Calamari-Cruiser, two assault-frigates and three Nebulon-Bs. Further a significant number of fighters and most important of all, time.
The "Mon Cal" was put out of the battle for a unknown period of time, but the engineers were working on it.
Perhaps most important were the losses among the freighters, thought Syllkar, but because of their narrow time-frame it had been necessary to jump with the entire fleet directly.
The defenders of ORD Friggas were fighting with a doggedness normaly found seldom among imperials, but according to what Syllkar knew about Moff Darkol and the inhabitans of ORD Friggas it made sense.
He would fight to the bitter end, too, of his family and his children would have lived on the planet. In some way it seemed to be perverted by the imperials to take the own women and children as hostages, but in any chase it was a rather strong motivation.
"Sir", came the report from the technicians.
"What is it ?", asked Syllkar.
"Shields are again working with 80 percent performance, as well as the damaged Turbolasers."
"Exellent", the rebel-commander breathed with relief. "Then let us finish this fight once and for all. THe boarding parties shall ready themself."
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"Sir, the rebel-cruiser has its shields working again and moves towards the battle zone."
Where in the same moment another Lancer had been destroyed.
Mowet Darkol rubbed his forehead. This has it been.
In short time boarding parties would enter his station, his storehouses, robb his weapons and supplies and he would never see them again.
But no, that was wrong. He would see them again. He would see them again used by the rebels against imperial installastions, against imperial soldiers and citicens.
And that he couldn´t allow. Not if he could provide it.
Inside he prepared to fulfill his last duty, when he suddenly had an idea.
Perhaps the war fought with weapons he had lost, but perhaps he could achieve victory against the rebels on another front. At least a victory of propaganda.
He gave a wink to a female Officer.
"Lieutenant, would you please come to me ?", turning to another officer he said.
"Initiate the countdown for selfdestruction in fivteen minutes if the order isn´t given manuel. Silent countdown. And give the signal to evacuate the station."
Turning to the comm.
"Captain, please prepare for the sending of an unencrypted signal. On all Frequencies.
Whats your name, Lieutenant ?"
"Eris, Sir, Mirina Eris."
"Pleased to meet you", answered Darko friendly.
Then he smashed his fist into Eris face. After that he ript her uniform partly apart and slapped her again.
Finally he grapped her at the shoulder and forced her to sit down at the hyper-comm.
"Arghhh, what wasch thaattt about????", protested the woman.
"Now, Lieutenant, you´ll plea for help with this text. Please try to make it look like real" interrupted Darkol the woman, while he gave her a data-padd with a text he had prepared.
Eris read the text and smiled despite her beaten face, when she understood his intentions.
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The Colliding of Empires - Part II
"Sir, we are recieving another signal from the battle-zone. This time unencrypted."
Perry Rhodan and Atlan turned both to the communications-officer.
"What are you waiting for ?", asked Rhodan. "On screen."
One moment later the image of a beaten and abused looking woman became visibel on a section of the huge, the entire central of the "Inferno" with its diametre of 120 metres encirceling screen.
othing was to hear.
"A human ?", asked Rhodan in surprise.
"In every case similiar to humans", corrected Atlan. "Communications, why is there no sound."
"One moment, please. We first have to adapt the foreign signals to our systems. The visual transmission has a thre-dimensional component and, ... now the message should be audible."
Suddenly the desperate pleas for help became audible. As it seemed the woman was already repeating her message.
"... repeat, ORD Friggas is under attack by terrotists of the Alliance.
Please, who ever is out there, you have to help us.
We are a civil port and on the surface of the planet more than twenty million helpless civilians are living, mainly women and children.
They will be all slaughtered if no miracle happens and the Alliance follows its usual way of operations and terminates every witnesses.
Help from the empire will be to late and our orbital defences are destroyed."
The womans body shook violently and tears dropped down her eyes.
"My poor Wilhuff is already dead and my children will be next if ..."
The transmission flickered, then the screen went black, showing again the merciless blackness of space.
No men in the central of the "Dantes Inferno", had been untouched by those please for help, with grim faces the terrans looked at the command-centre.
At least since the war with the Uleb the SolarEmpire knew no mercy for terrorists because of the following reasons:
After the defeat of the Uleb many worlds had been tempted to leave the SolarEmpire to stay independent and free from the influence of the capitol world on their own.
Rhodan who had known how strong the desire for freedom and independence could be, had convinced the Parliament of the SolarEmpire to allow those worlds to leave to provide a possible civil war.
With gritted teeth the Parliament had accepted. The only condition connected to the acceptance of the sezession of those worlds had been, that a clear majority of the inhabitans made clear by a democratic election, that they really wanted to leave the empire peacefully.
When on some of those worlds those elections vowed surprisinly for a stay in the SolarEmpire some fractions of sezessionists who thought to knew better turned into terrorist groups.
Their violent actions costed millions of citicens their lives and those who supported and worked honest for a peaceful sezzion their credibility and public sympathy.
The SolarEmpire stayed united because of this but for Perry Rhodan these events concluded a personel catastrophe.
During one of those assaults Perry Rhodans wife Mory and their daughter Suzan were killed.
The public outrage and reactions over the personal tragedy of the man, who had safed the earth countless times, who had lead humanity to the stars, the man everyone want to identify himself with and looked up to had been unmatched to everything in the past five centuries of terran history.
Rhodans son-in-law Geoffrey Waringer had been broken after those events. The eccentric scientist who had once been one of the most brilliant minds of the empire and whos inventiones had helped to defeat the Uleb, had never recovered from this loss.
Mory Rhodan-Abros cellactivatoe was now carried by her son Michael.
Atlan watched his friend and recognized his determination to act.
In the next moment it showered orders.
"Battle-alarm for all stations. Commodore bring us to the system. Pilots for Lighning-Jets make yourself ready to launch. Activate transform-cannons and activate HO-Shields as soon as we leave linear-space.
Execute."
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"That was exellent, Lieutenant Eris", praised Darkol when he deactivated the holo-comm. "No go and save your butt."
The woman rose from her seat and, while going to the exit, turned one last time to her superior officer.
"And you, Sir ?"
The Moff smiled sadly.
"I´m responsible to hinder the rebels to get what they want. The stormtroppers can possible slow them down untill our reinforcements arrive, but if not, i have no other chance than to destroy the depots.
And no go."
The woman saluted.
"Sir, it has been an honour to serve under your command."
Then she rubbed her jaw.
"Although it would have been enough if you had beat me only once."
Darkol smiled grim.
"Would you please leave !"
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Wedge Antilles nearly jumped throught the transparisteel- window of his cockpit, when he heard the unencrypted emergency-call from the imperials.
If the empire was smart they would use it to cause great damage to the Alliance.
Although he didn´t liked it he had to admit that on many worlds, especially the important core worlds, the Rebel-Alliance was still viewed as organization of terrorists, nothing better than commen criminals.
At least the boarding paries were finally on their way.
As soon as they had their hard-earned pray collected they could leave.
Antilles nodded his head.
What has seemed to be a simple raid in the briefing had turned into a incredible hard battle with huge losses.
The leader of Rogue-Squadron made a mental note for future briefings to make clear the danger-potential of Golan-Defense-platforms, the importance of those of those stations had been significantly underestimated by the rebels, when suddenly hell broke out.
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The Lightning-Jets were ready to launch, as well as the corvettes.
Every man was wearing his battle-suit, only the helmets were still opened.
The HO-Shields activated, all Transform-cannons ready to fire the "Dantes Inferno" entered the normal universe.
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Mowet Darkol was sitting in his command-chair, waiting for as many rebel-commandos as possible to board the supply-depots, to destroy them with as many rebels as possible, when it happened.
Suddenly out of nowhere a ship emerged and was already attacking the fleet of the rebels.
But what a ship.
Darkol had never seen a construction like this before.
A huge sphere with a thick, ringlike belt around its equator and two smaller belts over and under the one in the midle, where thrusters of incredible power had to be, because the ship accelerated faster than anything Darkol had ever seen.
At first the Moff suspected it to be a new design of rebel-ship, but gave up this thought the next moment.
Darkol activated the scanners and sensors of the station and transmitted them to the displayes around his seat.
The incoming informations caused him to catch his breath with silent admiration.
If the sensor-readings were true the huge sphere alone had a diamtre of 2,5 kilometres. Adding the wide of its main belt with 350 metres the objects greatest diametre had to be 3,200 metres.
3,200 metres and the ship was accelerating with 720 km/sec/sec. Darkol asked himself what kind of constitution living beings had to have to survive such accelerations or what kind of compensators had to protect them.
Then an escort-frigate of the rebels exploded, then a second and a third one.
With a lump in his throat Darkol recognized that the power-output of the explosions was around 2,000 gigatons worth of TNT (or his imperial equivilent).
The most powerful cannons of imperial warships, with exeption of the superlasers reached power-outputs of only 150 gigatons of TNT.
Then he recognized the flickering of the holo-comm.
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"Launch Lightning-Jets immediatly. Squadrons DIL-1 to DIL-5 (Dantes Inferno-Lightnings 1 to 5).
Gunnery-control permission to fire as you wish.
Sensors, try to get as many information about them as possible: weapons, shields, drives and so on.
And connect me with the attacked station."
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In impotent rage Wedge Antilles had to watch how the new-comers destroyed the entire rebel-fleet in a matter of moments.
His first thought had been: A Death Star. The imperials have a new Death Star.
The huge spherical object covered in the green glow of countless Turbolaser-blasts could be nothing else.
Then he regained his logical thinking.
The new arrived ship was bigger than any imperial ship Wedge had ever encountered, but still significantly smaller (and faster) than the mobile space station which Wedge had helped to destroy only three years ago.
And the green glow had nothing to do with Turbolasers, but with a totally alien kind of energy-shielding.
"Wegde, what in the name of the force is this", he heard Hobbie desperatly scream.
"What ever it is, its not friendly."
In this moment the "Mon Cal" exploded.
"Has anybody seen the shot, that destroyed the "Mon Cal" ?"
"Whatever it has been, it was no Turbolaser."
With a sudden feeling of dread Wedge became aware that he was now the highest ranking officer the rebel forces had left in the system.
"Those bastards", jelled one of his squadron-mates.
"There is nothing we do. We have to leave the system. Immediatly."
While the rebels, who had survived the first onslaught, accelerated their fighters out of the system, Wegde registered the tiny spots being launched from their mother-ship, like poisenous neccels from a jelly-fish.
The way they accelerated towards the rebels, who tried to escape, caused Wedge to doubt if the ships of the Alliance would manage to reach enough speed to jump in time to hyper-space before the fighters of this new enemy would intercept them.
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"Order the Lightnings to use only their Impuls-cannons, i would prefer it, if we manage to capture at least one of them."
Rhodan switched angered to gunnery-control.
"Gunnery-control, you´ve been ordered only to use calibers up to 2,000 gigatons.
You were supposed to damage them, not to destroy."
"I´m sorry Sir", came the answer from gunnery-control. "But the ships of the hostile forces had only ordinary matter- and energy - shielding, and were weakend.
Before anybody of us could react, the ships were already destroyed."
"I understand", stated Rhodan with unnatural calmness.
In many ways Transform-cannons worked like a transmitter. You enter a set of coordinates, usually the position of an enemy starship, the bomb gets dematterialisized, sent through hyper-space in zero-time and would rematerializise in the same moment at the target-coordinates and explode.
Should a rematerialization be impossible, perhaps because of a protective shield around the target, the bomb wouldn´t return to the coordinates of origin, but would explode at the last possible point on a straight line between its point of origin, the Transform-cannon and her target-coordinates, the enemy-ship.
Normally this point was outside the protective shields of the enemy.
The advantage was clear: Eighter the Transform-bomb exploded aboard the enemy-ship or it released its energies into the enemies shields.
The naughty thing about this was the following:
Because of the partly five-dimensional nature of the Transform-cannon, that sended the bomb through hyper-space, ordinary energy- and matter - shields of four-dimensional nature offered no protection against the Transform-cannon.
This had been the undoing of the rebel-ships, whichs shields had been designed to protect against dozens of torpedos and countless plasma-beams of Turbolasers and Ion-Cannons at the same time, but that never left the normal universe.
The Transform-cannons aboard the "Dantes Inferno" had a reach of twelfe million kilometres and a maximal calibre of 4,000 gigatons.
Rhodan shook his head.
"A slaughter, a damned slaughter, what we caused."
"Don´t blame the men", warned Atlan. "They were just doing their job as good as possible."
"Yes, but how ? That was no battle it has been a massacre."
"This is the best ship of our fleet, with the best of the best as crew, our most modern arms and shields.
Such an outcome was predictible."
"Yes, but not if we had reduced our fire-power to its half."
Perry Rhodan seemed still unable to believe it.
At that moment came the report from the communications-central.
"Sir, we have made a connection to the station."
"On screen", ordered Atlan.
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The Colliding of Empires - Part II
It was only moments before Wedges X-Wing would made the jump to hyper-space.
"Wedege", sounded the voice of Wes "Hobbie", Janson in his helmet. "Wedge, there is one of them in your neck."
Out of reflex Wedge turned his head, than he let his X-Wing drop.
Without success, the hostile fighter came closer and closer.
"I can´t escape him."
"Don´t worry, i´ll be there in a moment."
Wedges X-Wing rooked and Wedge was shacken in his seat. His R2-Unit screamed and pointed out the obvious.
He had been hit.
"Forget it, Hobbie", he said with a calmness that surprised him himself, when his fighter was hit a second time, this time at his drive-system."
"Wedge, I ... ."
"Wes, leave ! There is nothing you can do and HighCommand has to know about this. Please."
Trhough the transparisteel-window of his cockpit Wedge could see how three of the alien star-fighters moved towards his damaged X-Wing, shielded by the same green bubbles like their mother-ship.
Thats it, he thought. Every period of luck is one day over.
Unwillingly he closed his eyes, but to his great surprise the final shot never came and the star-fighters moved above him away.
They know i can´t escape them, thought Wedge grim.
Then his astromech piped and the translation on the small screen inside his cockpit caused Wedges blood to freeze.
Somewhere there was a hole and he was loosing oxigen.
Instead of dieing in a great bang he would now slowly and painful suffocate.
What a cruel place the universe was.
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