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3 new Star Dreadnoughts being built at the minute? Just imagine what Lucan will do if/when he gets his hands on those beauties.
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@Spike2002:
Obviously you already forgot this part from the update of 5/12:
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Alone here at Aurek-One we have [/b]two Executor-Class-Star Dreadnaughts, eight Superiority-Class-Star Battlecruisers, eighty Allegiance-Class-Star Cruisers and twohundred-fourty Imperator-Class-Star Destroyers MarkIII, each of them twenty percent more powerful, than an ISD-II with only a quater of the crew. We also have nine-hundred-sixty Assault-Frigates and one-thousand-nine-hundred-twenty Carracks."
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 Alcohol is bad for the memory 
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Expect an update ...
...now. 
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I know i should be updating the "Colliding of Empires"-story, but since things are going more smoothly here ... 
Warning, this chapter gets a little hot towards the end. 
The Tale of Darth Vader's Son
Alois Maghan entered the spacious suite located two levels below the bridge, that was his home aboard the "IronDuke". Passing the mostly empty foreroom he walked into the once luxuriously furnished living-area. Say about Allegiance-Class Star Cruisers what you want, but the housing they provided for the Captains or Admirals aboard was excellent. Simple, but elegant carpets covering the floor, fine woodwork and spaces for paintings at the walls, large dining-desks surrounded by comfortable chairs for the Captain's officers or guests, a library-section and all the other things, that would make a human being feel comfortable.
Alois Maghan had no use for such things. Grown up in the slums surrounding one of the spaceports on Mundisbellum, where he had earned his living at the docks carrying goods offboard or onboard of freighters since the age of ten Alois Maghan had been short on personal property for most of his live. And while the large room wasn't empty, Maghan had done some re-decorating since he had taken over the suite.
Now the walls were covered with displays and maps showing images of historical battles. Battles on different worlds, fought by different species with different equipment. Each display and map was accompanied by a comment of the battle, explaining what had happened and why. Battles on the ground, on the water and in space. Activated the displays would show, how the battle had gone, from the first marching up of the troops, the first sightings the opponents had of each other, the skirmishes at the beginning until the battle was finally over. Often Maghan would pick out a certain section of a battle and study it, changing a detail here or there and letting the battle progress from there in a different way than it had done in reality. Placing himself into the role of the leader of one side (usually the one, that had lost) and "fighting" against a computer, who had been feed with everything to know about the enemy and his commander, his strenghts and character. Maghan had also added his own comments.
While the walls were reserved to battles the floor was devoted to games. Not games of chance, but strategy-games. Small, but high desks and displays for the games of dozens, if not hundreds of worlds and equaly many species. Dejarik, Master's Dejarik, FieldCommander, all the classical strategy-games. Absent were the more modern games, since Alois Maghan considered them entertainment and not education.
Finally a large working desk dominated the side of the room opposite to the foreroom, but for now Maghan ignored it. Making sure, that nobody could enter his quaters in a short amount of time and without making a lot of noise the tall Commodore started to take off his uniform. First the cap, which was followed by the grey tunic, then the protective piece of armor Maghan wore below the tunic, boots, trowsers and finally the underwear. Seconds later he stood under a hot shower.
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The angry glow of a crimson blade illuminated the otherwise dimmly lit room and the air was filled with the malicious, buzzing sound of a lightsaber. Miney stood in the classical ready-position, waiting for the attack, that was to come. The whole body of the young female was trembling with anticipation, for she had been trained to act, to attack, to have the initiative and not to wait and let the enemy come to her.
But - as her Master had explained to her more than once - sometimes patience was a virtue and waiting the only thing one could do. At least it gave you the time to consider your options and rethink your strategy. An amused smile appeared on the face of the red-skinned Zabrak-girl as she wondered, if her Master was always able to follow his own advice. As careful and methodical Lucan Vader usually was, there were times when he followed his instincts against all logic or was willing to risk his life in otherwise insignificant battles.
Like the destruction of the task-force the New Republic had tried to smuggle into Moff Vaskal's territory. There the Lord Vader had personally piloted a fighter. Asked why he wasted his time on fighting beings, who could never be his equals Lucan Vader had given his apprentice a long, hard look and finally explained, that a bacteria wasn't the equal of man, but very well able to kill him. After that the usual punishment had followed and Miney had been ordered to think and to inform her Master of her conclusions the next day.
As usual Miney had gained insights, she wouldn't have gotten otherwise. Insights, that would have disturbed her, hadn't her Master been the origin of them.
At almost sixteen years of age and after almost four years under the tutelage of Lucan Vader Miney adored her Master. Adored him as much as she feared and respected him. The heir to the traditions of the Sith was an invincible force of nature, unmatched by the quintillions of sentinent ants, that inhabited the galaxy and the few among them, who had a marginally better understanding of the things, that truly mattered (meaning the Jedi and the Force). Miney's question had originated in curiousity, not critic or doubt of her Master. Lucan Vader was above such things. High above. Or so Miney had thought.
The conclusion Miney had come to after three hours in the kitchen peeling topatos was, that her Master, despite his mastery of the Force or his physical and intellectual abilities wasn't infallible. Even the Lord Vader could make mistakes, interpret a piece of information the wrong way or simply been plagued by bad luck. Which was exactly the conclusion her Master had wanted her to reach, if she liked it or not. And as much as she loathed it, Miney had consoled herself with the idea, that her Master's knowledge of his own fallibility was just another sign of his great wisdom.
For that self-consolation Miney had spent another three hours in the kitchen.
Now she was standing in one of the large training-rooms, lightsaber ready and the Force flowing through her. For the last circumstance the red-skinned girl was very grateful. Miney had run through the motions of lightsaber-combat so often, that she was able to perform them in her sleep with perfect precision. She had been trained with her eyes blinded, her ears deafened, combinations of being half-blind and half-deaf, left arm bound to her back, right arm bound to her back, just to give her the knowledge and the self-confidence to continue fighting without hesitation, should she suffer accidents and injuries during combat. Very often her Master had forced her to fight without the Force, using his own powers or Ysalamiri to block the all-encompassing energy-field. The Lord Vader wanted his apprentice to be able to operate on her own, with the Force as her tool, but a tool she could do without. Miney had lost count of the times when she had only gotten seconds to memorize the objects inside a room or the parts of a training-parcour before the light had been switched off and she had to run the entire distance unable to call on the Force. As a result her situational awareness was nearly perfect and her sense for kinestethic was similar developed.
From behind her a blaster-bolt shot out of the darkness and Miney stepped to the side, swung her blade around and deflected the bolt back to its origin.
The battle begun.
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Alois Maghan had finished his shower and was putting on a fresh uniform. Standing in front of his wardrobe for a short moment his eyes came to rest on the white piece of clothing covered by protective foliage before the Commodore closed the seams of his grey uniform-tunic over the armor, that covered his ribcage.
Finally finished Maghan looked into the mirror. A tall, broad-shouldered humanoid with skin the color of dried blood and black hair was looking back at him. Fleshy tufts gave his chin a forked look and similar tufts adorned his eyebrows. Maghan couldn't supress a grin at the thought, that his appearance was able to scare many of the junior and even some of the senior officers of the Imperial Navy. Satisfied with himself the Commodore returned to the living-room and took place behind his work-desk for the inevetable paper-work.
Even a squadron as small as the one he was commanding contained several hundred-thousand people (especially with a Star Dreadnought among the ships), so it was impossible to personally judge the performance of every single one of them, but for that other Captains and their XOs existed. Maghan was looking at the senior officers himself in addition to their reports about their best crew-members as well as the best fighter-pilots and best ground-soldiers. The interest of the Admirality went far above the usual business of personal-management and promotions and Maghan briefly wondered why. Well, orders were orders and as long as the Admirals were happy they didn't interfere with his job. He could offer them technicans, gunners, aviators, but no ground-soldiers since the flotilla had been limited to space-warfare for the last weeks. A frown crossed Maghan's forehead at the thought, that the Admirality could take those people away from him and weaken his command by doing that, but as long as he didn't know, what Pellaeon was up to ... .
Finally the part of the paper-work, that dealt with the living assets under Maghan's command was finished and the Commodore turned to the hardware. So far the attrition was within the expected limits, but if the Imperials continued to push their ships the way they did, they would wear them down in short time.
Not, that this concerned Maghan. The comrades from the Logistics-Branch might cry and whine, but if the Imperials wanted to win the war, they couldn't afford to run their vessels as if they needed them in two or three years. The empire controlled barely a tenth of its former territory. Small warlords and other factions made up perhaps another ten percent. To increase the discrepancies those territories were mostly underdeveloped Outer Rim-systems. The NewRepublic on the other side claimed to control the rest of the galaxy, including the highly populated and industrialized Core and Inner Rim-systems. What evened the odds a little bit was the fact, that the NewRepublic had to guard a much larger territory, that many of its alliances, which made up this "control" of the rest of the galaxy only existed on paper and the fact, that many of their systems only slowly recovered from "Shadowhand" or that their economy was simply down from years of war. However this changed nothing about the fact, that the empire was still vastly out-numbered and out-resourced. If the NewRepublic managed to speed up its war-industry, they sooner or later would be able to crush what was left of the empire. Sometimes Maghan wondered, why this hadn't happened already, but he wasn't the one to question his luck.
To make a large and very complicated matter very short and very simple: If the empire didn't manage to get the upper hand within a year Maghan and his collegues could save themself the trouble and go home, because then the war would be lost. At least as long as the NewRepublic got its guts together, which was a totally different topic. Palpatine's wraith might know, what was going on in the heads of this alien-loving, anarchistic scum, but that wasn't his problem.
No, the problem of Alois Maghan was to win battles and if he wanted to win battles against equal or even superior foes, he had to push his ships to their limit and above. More energy into weapons, more energy into shields, more energy into engines. What meant more stress for weapons-barrels, more stress for shield-projectors, more stress for thrusters. What also meant the consumption of fuel at tremdenous rates. Onboard silos, that contained the fuel for years had been emptied in a matter of days, if not hours. So after the destruction of the second task-force of the NewRepublic and after the battle for Bilbringi Maghan's fleet had meet with a Supertanker and was now undergoing repairs.
Maghan was considering the time-frame left to him, before his ships had to return into imperial space to restock spare-parts and consumables, if they kept up the current pace when he was interrupted by the chime of the door.
"Enter." he called out, pressing a button at his desk, that opened the door to his suite. A Lieutenant stepped in, carrying a half dozen data-pads in his hands.
"Captain." the young man greeted with a polite bow of his head.
"Lieutenant Geesy." Maghan greeted back. "What do you have for me?"
"An ABR from the "IronHand", a report from Commander Groghan, Lieutenant-Commander Srivok's report on the status of the "TremblingSquid", a personal message from Captain Keeghan, Captain Kletas message for the Judical Department of the Navy and ... ." Geesy hesitated a moment. "... a sample of the "TralusPost"."
Maghan's eyes lit up at the mention of the News-Magazine. "Excellent." he muttered. With that he took the data-pads out of the hands of the younger officer and turned towards his desk.
"Sir?"
Turning back Maghan was forced to realize, that Lieutenant Geesy was still standing there. Under the glare of his commanding officer the man tried to gather his courage.
"Yes, Lieutenant?"
"I know it is not my business ... " the man muttered.
"Then don't make it yours." Maghan suggested.
"... but me and my collegues from Communications have wondered ..."
"Yes?"
"... whats so special about the "TralusPost"? Why not the "CorellTimes" or the "MuunilistFocus" or ... ."
Geesy never finished his sentence, because Maghan was suddenly only centimeters away from him. Looking down on the other man a feral smile, that showed his perfect white teeth appeared on Alois Maghan face. Together with the black eyes and the red skin the Commodore was a very intimidating sight and he knew it.
"You want to know, what is so special about the "TralusPost", Lieutenant?" Maghan whispered, while Geesy was close to fainting. Waiting for an answer, that never came Maghan answered his own question.
"The obituaries." he purred. Then with a stern voice: "You are dismissed."
Fleeing out of the cabin Geesy almost stumbled over his own feet. From the look on his face he was also close to a heart-attack. Not that Alois Maghan would have cared, if it came to that. If the little piece of nerf-dung volunteered to play informer for the ISB he had to deal with the fallout.
Horribly wrong whistling a melody from his childhood Maghan returned to his desk. The AfterBattleReport from the "IronHand" showed nothing unexpected, except the request for additional spareparts for the heavy turbolasers. That caused a grin to appear on Maghan's smile. Drelbos Keeghan had commanded the "IronHand" for over five years before Alois Maghan had sent him over to the "Stal...", the "Reaper". Either Drelbos former XO had more in common with his former captain than Maghan had expected or the man tried to impress the leader of the squadron and the Admirality by imitating Drelbos Keeghan's coldblooded, ruthless style against the enemy as well as himself and his ship. Part of that style was to over-charge the cannons until their shots were twenty to fifty times stronger than usual. It reduced the rate of fire, what made targeting an artform since the ship using such a tactic couldn't fire as many shots as usual, but it had devastating effects on enemy-shields (assuming, that the enemy-ship got hit). Once the shields were down one could quickly switch the turbolasers to a lower firepower-setting or leave the enemy-vessel to the fighters. The method had its value in battle, but it caused high attrition on the capacitators and other parts of the turbolaser-turrets not to mention the much larger recoil the entire ship had to endure. Maghan added the request to the already large file for spare-parts and consumables to be delivered at the next supply-stop and turned to the next report.
The "TremblingSquid" as they had called the MC90-Cruiser they had used to sneak into Bilbringi was still seventy percent operational. The engineers and their technicans were already taking apart the cloaking-device they had installed only days prior, but Lieutenant-Commander Forja had asked, if the ship could stay a part of the task-force. Alois Maghan considered this for some time. To keep the "TremblingSquid" had advantages and disadvantages. An advantage was, that the increase of firepower of his squadron would equal an ISD-I, but would only request fivethousand crewers, compared to the thirtyseven-thousand usually needed or even the twelve-thousand of the new ISD-III. Forja would continue to command a ship comparable to a Star Destroyer, when the best a Lieutenant-Commander could usually hope for was a corvette or gunship to command and to keep the "TremblingSquid" would make the young man obligated to Maghan. Maghan doubted, that they could repeat the trick he had used at Bilbringi for a second time, but perhaps he could develop other ways to use the captured MonCalamari-ship to his advantage. Problematic was, that the Imperials lacked the spareparts for a ship-design, that had never been part of their OrderOfBattle, so the repairs - should he decide to keep the ship - would only be patchwork, what could become a danger to ship and crew once they entered combat again (and with that a danger to the whole fleet). Aside from that the MonCalamari-Cruiser simply didn't fit Imperial standards. Almost all combat-ships in the ImperialFleet shared the same structure and internal lay-out: that of a dagger with super-structure and command-tower on the dorsal side and with reactor and hangar on the ventral side. At the battle of Bilbringi they had been lucky and there hadn't been much to do, but after less than two weeks the members of the imperial crew aboard the "TremblingSquid" simply weren't trusted enough with the ship, what could become an even greater danger in combat than the patchwork. Still Maghan wasn't willing to scrap the "TremblingSquid", so he postponed the decision for the moment.
Next came the report from Groghan, which contained the more personal-management-business, since it dealt with their casualties - the dead as well as those seriously wounded - and the gaps, that had appeared because after the successful conquest of Bilbringi the Imperials had to get the crewers for fourty-five captured Victory-Star Destroyers from their own ships. Those gaps had to be closed, if Maghan wanted his fleet in top condition.
The file with the request for additional personal joinded the other official correspondence and Commodore Alois Maghan took a break by reading the personal message from his friend Delbros Keeghan, former Captain of the Allegiance-Class Star Cruiser "IronHand" and now commanding the Executor-Class-Commandship "Stal...", "Reaper" Maghan corrected himself.
Drelbos good-natured gloating and bragging about commanding a Star Dreadnought was followed by the question where they would attack the NewRepublic next and when. Maghan had known the man since childhood so he was used to the sudden transition from friendly banter to the cool, quiet demeanor, that was part of Drelbos public facade. People, who didn't knew Captain Keeghan as well as Alois Maghan were also scared by the underlying bloodlust, the bellicose nature mixed into the otherwise calm exterior, that was partly visible in the gleam of Drelbos eyes. During their officer-training Drelbos had been academy-champion in Teras Kaesi and Hapan kick-boxing for the entire four years and the crowning event had been a match-final, where the other contender had peed his pants and fled out of the ring at the sight of the cold eyes in combination with the crazy smile Drelbos had shown that day (the many broken bones Drelbos had caused in prior matches might have been a reason, too). Drelbos Keeghan appeared to be the perfect imperial officer and the living embodiment of the Tarkin-doctrine. Only a handful of people - and only two of them part of the ImperialForces at the moment - knew the man, when he wasn't in "battle-mode" as a lover of music and caretaker of plants.
The personal message was accompanied by a list of potential targets and suggestions on the tactics to be used against them. The list joined Maghan's own files.
Next came the message from Captain Kletas, who had been relieved from command and who was now sitting in the brig of what was now Drelbos Keeghan's ship. It contained Kletas statements and description for the initial hearing with the JudicalBranch of the Navy, a hearing, that would decide if Kletas would be put on trial for cowardice and insubordination. Maghan mulled over the issue for a few moments, trying to remember what he knew of the man and finally decided that Kletas might be a good officer on paper, but was less suited for the stress of combat. Also considering, that the ImperialForces were short on personal and needed every man they could get and that a military trial would - aside from all the bad blood - cause a distraction to the war-effort Maghan added a suggestion to renounce a trial and to put Kletas in a position, where he would still be useful, but could cause no harm. Somewhere in administration or logistics, that would be the best solution. Kletas could keep his rank and stay with the Fleet without impeding the war-efforts, Maghan would be rid of him and the patrons of the men - somebody must have pulled a few strings to make a man like Kletas Captain of an Executor-Class-ship - had saved face and were probabely endebted to Maghan for saving the career and reputation, if not the live of their protege, although the hopes of the Commodore didn't go that far.
Alois Maghan signed the file and with that his work for the day was more or less completed.
Now came the funny part of the evening.
Activating the datapad, that contained the "TralusPost" he moved through the articles of the newspaper until he reached the personal advertisements, proud parents announcing the birth of a child, happy couples their wedding and dependants saying good-bye to a loved one. Maghan switched through the short messages until he found the obituary he was looking for:
"After a long time of suffering a beloved member of our family finally closed his eyes forever. We say good-bye to a ... ."
The Imperial Commodore had to read it three times, then he had decrypted the hidden message. Putting the datapad down he stood up from his desk and walked to one of the game-tables, that filled the room. Pressing a button the game became active and a holographic landscape appeared, divided by cube-shaped fields into different sections and levels. Trees, hills, rivers, clouds and so on represented covers or obstacles to be overcome by the troops of the two armies that were represented by blue and red colours. Maghan entered the moves of his opponent into the game-computer and watched how red equites and rifle-men changed their positions. The Commodore considered those moves of his opponent for a few moments, then he entered his own orders. Blue onagers started to concentrate at the center and aviators moved into position to harrass the hostile equites. Pressing another button Maghan confirmed his moves for the game-computer and then activated the coincidence-generator. The computer shuffled through the options available to him, then announced the surprising element for this round: Clouds and rain in several sections. Maghan cursed. Suddenly his aviators were shrouded in a cloud, what made them practically ineffective against the opposing equites and the red rifle-men would stay out of the reach of his onagers, because rain was supposed to slow them down.
Oh well. He had made his moves and he had to live with them. It was time to inform his opponent. Writing down his moves and the action of the coincidence-generator Maghan encrypted them in an obituary of his own. Minutes later a message for the "TralusPost" ordering an advertisement in their next sample left the antenna of the "IronDuke" and entered the holonet.
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Miney deflected another blaster-bolt. Stepping to the side she evaded the strike with an energy-pike from one of the larger combat-droids. Swinging around and kicking the droid into the back she sent him into a collegue, who advanced from the other side. With those two distracted for the moment Miney underwent the spear of a third droid. Gripping this one at the arm with the spear and pulling him against her the Sith-Apprentice swung her blade around and cut off the droids other arm, which had held a rapier. Keeping the struggeling droid in her grip the young woman moved her head to the side, evading a blaster-bolt, that now hit the visual sensors of the combat-droid instead of Miney's head. The next moment Miney let go of the droid and threw herself to the floor, above her the energy-pike of the fourth droid tore through the mechanical guts of droid number three. Still on the ground and swinging her lightsaber in a straight line over her left shoulder upwards Miney thrust the tip of her blade through the artificial throat of the enemy in her back, severing the connections between his computer-brain and his body. Pulling the blade out the young female swung her weapon around and first decapitated the droid in front of her and then deflected another blaster-bolt from one of the remotes, while the two destroyed combat-droids dropped to the floor. Less than ten seconds had passed, since Miney had gripped the arm of droid number three.
Two gone, two left.
Plus four of originally eight pesky remotes armed with blasters, that had suddenly a lot more space to target Miney, since two potential obstacles lay destroyed on the floor. The spherical droids obviously realized this the same moment as Miney, since all four flying droids suddenly started to cover her position with blaster-fire, while from the other side the two remaining droids advanced, their weapons ready. Just that their target was no longer there.
Beeping in confusion the blaster-armed remotes shifted through the air, while the larger combat-droids looked around searchingly. Finally replaying their internal records of the events, that had occured the droids shifted their attention to the ceiling at the same moment Miney gave away her position with a low chuckle.
Twenty meters above the floor the young woman clung to the polished ceiling like a fly, her deactivated lightsaber between her teeth. Then she let go, grippig her lightsaber the Sith-Apprentice seemed to hang at the roof like some kind of bat, pushing herself down at the surprised droids, who screamed in alarm. All four remotes started to fire at the humanoid projectile, but Miney had already turned in the air and activated her weapon. The first three blasts were deflected back against the remotes and destroyed them, against the fourth the girl threw her lightsaber, cutting it in half, while the remaing two combat-droids hurried to reach the position, where Miney would touch the ground, their spears pointed against her.
But with a shift of her body the girl evaded the buzzing tip of the energy-pike and came to land on the shoulders of droid number one with her left foot. Miney's right foot came down on the head of the unfortunate droid, with force-assisted strenght the foot pushed the metallic head into the torso sealing the fate of this droid, too.
Summersaulting backwards through the air Miney landed on the floor, calling her lightsaber back through the Force she waited in a crouching position for the last droid to attack, confident that the rest of the battle would now be an easy game for her.
To her great surprise the combat-droid threw his energy-pike to the floor, causing an astounded Miney to wonder, if the machine had decided to surrender to prolong its artificial existance. But that was impossible. Surrender wasn't part of the combat-droids programming, so what was the robot up too?
The Sith-Apprentice got her answer when the shape of the droid started to change, its arms split up, while its legs and midsection elongated like a telescope. Not only did the droid gain height by doing that, it also revealed four objects, that had been covered until now by the waste-plates.
Identifying the objects for what they were Miney cursed herself for waiting for the droid to make his next move, when she should have finished him as long as she had had the upper hand. Launching herself from her crouching position Miney shot towards the last droid, ready to cut him into pieces, but the machine jumped to the side and got the time to grip its weapons.
Sssap, sssap, sssap, sssap. Suddenly the hum of four other lightsabers filled the room and Miney realized, that she had missed her chance to end this battle quick and decisivly. Not only that, but she also realized, that if she didn't came up with something very soon, she would lose this fight.
And not only this fight, but also her life, since her Master had decided only days ago, that she was now ready to face combat-training without the battledroids being restrained.
Menancingly the droid moved closer, its four blades shifting through the air to stay in the best position with the droids steps. Miney, who still tried to come up with a workable strategy faked a step back and then lauched a strike, which the droid parried with two blades, while he brought the other two down on the young woman, who jumped back to evade them.
"A weak swordfighter can last long against a strong swordfighter, if the weak swordfighter gives ground." Miney remembered from her training. "He can cause his strong opponent to exhaust himself and wait for his opponent to make a mistake. When that happens, strike."
"Alright." Miney thought. "I'll give ground. The training-hall is large enough for that, i just have to prevent being cornered." She blocked two other strikes from the advancing droid with her own blade and evaded two other ones. The droid had always two blades rotating to cover the sides he exposed when he used the other two blades to attack the girl.
"But how do i exhaust a droid?" the Sith-Apprentice wondered, desperation rising in her heart. "No, no, no, no, i won't feel fear. Fear clouds the judgement. Fear impedes clear thinking. I don't feel fear, i cause it. Fear is my ally, my weapon. I use the fear of my opponent against him." Miney repeated to herself. Ridicilous. It was a machine she was fighting. Machines didn't feel fear. They never got exhausted, they never tired, they didn't feel fear or desperation. They didn't make mistakes. Relentless and implaccable they followed their programming.
Programming. That was it. She was fighting a droid, that was following his programming. An excellent programming in hundreds of combat-arts, but still programming. Instead of following instincts and being creative the droid executed the moves and strikes it had been programmed with and which it deemed best suited for the situation in question. If Miney made an attack of her, it didn't defend itself by instinct. It was calculating hundreds of thousands of possible responses within a pico-second and executing the one with the largest number attached to it and once that decision had been made it had to be executed. Executed by physical objects - in this case limbs - that simply couldn't match the speed of the "thought" behind them.
When Miney had come to that conclusion she had retreated another five meters under a hail of swordstrikes. Allowing the Force to guide her parries and ripostes she watched the movements of the combat-droid, searching for a pattern, that had to be there. The two combatants had passed the destroyed bodies of the droids number four and three, when Miney finally found, what she had been looking for. Circling around her opponent she reached out with the Force and gripped the head of the decapitated one and threw it at the saber-wielding droid from the side.
As expected the droid swung his blades around, the two lightsabers it used with its left hands came up, hitting the flying head at their crossing-point. But at the same time the droid made a large step back with its elongated legs and kept the lightsabers in his right hands pointed at Miney, what caused her to curse. So much for trying to surprise him. Unable to exploit the opening her distraction had created the Sith-Apprentice used the sudden distance between herself and her opponent to launch herself through the air towards the destroyed bodies of the other droids on the floor. With her lightsaber deactivated Miney rolled over the floor, gripped one of the energy-pikes and came to her feet the same moment her opponent advanced up on her again. The Sith-Apprentice had to deflect several blows with the phrik-enceased shaft of the spear, before she was able to activate her lightsaber again. Since the spear gave her a longer reach she held it in her right hand, while she wielded her lightsaber with the left one.
Adapting to his opponent wielding two weapons the droid attacked again. Twirling the spear around Miney waited for the next opening. Once again the droid used two blades to attack, while it used the other two to protect itself. Before the droid could pull the two attacking blades back Miney had used the spear to push one of the defending blades away and her lightsaber came down on the mechanical arm holding the fourth. Cut off the arm dropped to the floor, together with the weapon it was holding. To win the time and space to adapt to the loss of one weapon the droid stepped back, allowing Miney to advance for a change. The Sith-Apprentice kept the pressure on her opponent, gripping the energy-pike at its end she pushed the long weapon towards the midsection of the droid, forcing him back again, while her left foot freed the droids fourth lightsaber from the severed hand holding it. Rolling it onto the tip of her boot Miney kicked the deactivated weapon into the air and cought it with her teeth.
No second too soon, because her opponent had cought himself and was now attacking her again, sacrificing his defense for constant assaults against the young woman. With the first weapon striking, the second preparing to strike and with the third moving from parried strike to preparing to strike the droid had obviously calculated a good chance, that under the constant pressure Miney would be unable to launch an attack of her own.
With that calculation the droid had been right, but only as long as Miney stayed close to its attacks. Jumping backwards Miney brought some distance between herself and the droid, using his lack of cover she threw the spear, exploiting the opening his constant attacks had created. The weapon hit the droid in his midsection above his right leg, taking the second lightsaber from her mouth Miney attacked the suddenly limp side. The droid had to get itself back into a defensive stance, but now the advantage had shifted to Miney. Deflecting a last desperate attack the Sith-Apprentice pushed the other two blades away, before she cut off another arm of the droid, only moments later the other two arms followed and then Miney struck at the legs of the now helpless droid. Screaming the droid dropped to the ground, its head suddenly between the interscissored blades of the Sith-Apprentice. With a feral grin the girl enjoyed her moment of triumph with her enemy on his knees.
"Please. Don't destroy me." the combat-droid suddenly said. "Have mercy."
What was that? Miney wondered. Since when were those training-droids able to speak? Or able to beg for mercy? She also remembered, that she hadn't encountered this model of combat-droid before.
"Who are you?" she asked. "What are you?"
"I'm one of the special combat-droids your Master trains against." the droid answered. "Usually two or even more."
"My Master trains against two or more droids like you at the same time?" Miney asked in awe, remembering the difficulties she had had against this single droid alone.
"Yes." the droid confirmed.
"Then what are you doing here?"
"Isn't that obvious? Your Master hid me among your training-droids."
"But why?" Miney wondered. If her Master wanted her to fight a more sophisticated training-droid, why didn't he simply order her to do it?
"To kill you, so he can train his new apprentice."
"WHAT?" It couldn't be. It simply couldn't be. There was no new apprentice to replace her.
And yet the explenations of the droid sounded true to Miney. Who was she, if not a street-girl from Geflen, a pathethic thief. If not for her Master Miney would have been a prostitute in one of the brothels or a concubine in the harem of a Hutt by now. She owed everything to her Master and for the last four years she had tried to repay him by becoming the perfect apprentice. All the hard work for nothing.
She had failed.
She had failed her Master.
Suddenly to weak to keep the blades at the droids throat Miney let the lightsabers drop to the floor, while she hang her head in shame.
She had failed her Master.
Having failed her Master was bad enough, but worse was the knowledge, that her Master didn't have enough faith into her to kill herself, should he order her to do so. Why else would he have chosen this way to liberate himself from her? The feelings of confusion and defeat almost caused Miney to miss the sudden movement of the crippled droid, leaping forward the machine brought the stumps of its arms around, pointing at the young woman's throat. The Sith-Apprentice cought the still deadly stumps barely in time, the sharp metal already touching the skin of her neck, cutting into her flesh.
The pain and the efforts of keeping the droid-arms at bay caused Miney to call on the Force and suddenly the confusion was gone and she was able to see clear again. The claim of the droid, that there was another apprentice, his beg for mercy, nothing of that had been true, it had all been a clever deception. Pulling the arms of the droid pressed into her skin apart Miney forced the machine on its back, pressing the metallic body down the Sith-Apprentice lifted her foot over the artificial head. Showing her teeth in an angry snarl Miney brought her foot down with enough force to crush the droids head. One, two, three powerful stamps completely destroyed the skull and pushed the debris into the floor.
Finally the Sith-Apprentice let go, panting heavily she rose into a standing position and tried to calm down. Feeling a presence behind her Miney whirled around, only to be suddenly face to face with her Master.
"That was a very impressive display." the Lord Vader stated. "And so informative, don't you think?"
Glad, that her already crimson skin didn't show her embarrassment Miney only answered: "Yes, Master." The trembling of her limbs caused by anger changed to another kind of trembling. To the young girl the Lord Vader seemed to be like a blackhole, absorbing everything, that passed the event horizon and never giving anything back. Suddenly all her strenght and willpower was gone.
"Of course the question is, what new knowledge can we gain from this exercise?" the Lord Vader continued. "Any suggestions?"
Miney remembered the moment the droid had dropped his energy-pike and transformed into a four-armed lightsaber-fighter. "To be prepared for the unexpected. To be prepared for surprises."
"Is that all?" Lucan Vader asked sharply.
"No. There is the need to keep the initiative. The need to not allow the enemy to recover."
"So running blindly into danger is a good thing? To attack an opponent, when you realize you know nothing about his true abilities is good strategy?"
"No Master, of course not. But that wasn't the case here." Miney stated confident.
"Aha." the sound was accompanied by a raised eye-brow. "Why not?"
"The situation didn't demand it. My task was to destroy droids as part of my training. There was no threat to the Sith to discover or an opportunity to exploit in this scenario. I hesitated and allowed the droid to increase his destructive potential."
"Very good. It is important to keep the context of a situation in mind to react accordingly." Lucan Vader was silent for a few moments and Miney dreaded his next question. "Did you learn something else?" the Lord Vader finally asked.
"Yes." Miney answered through gritted teeth. "I shouldn't listen to the claims of a droid, that is trying to kill me. Nor the claims of any other adversary."
"And why?" Lucan Vader calmly asked.
"Because the enemy has an agenda different from ours. By talking the enemy attempts to distract us, to shift our attention away from our goal."
"If you know that, why did the claims of this combat-droid affect you?"
Miney lowered her head in shame. "Because i believed him."
"And what claim did you believe him?"
"That i'm a failure as your apprentice. Not worthy to serve you. That you wanted to get rid of me, so you can train a new apprentice." Tears were streaming down Miney's cheeks now.
"Miney, i'm disappointed. Aside from the fact, that you believed i would task a simple droid to eliminate you, when killing you by myself would be much easier, you obviously also think, that after months of searching i could find nobody better than you. That i would waste years to train an apprentice, who wasn't worth much to begin with. Am i such a bad judge of character, abilities and potential or do you simply lack faith in yourself?"
Two emotions cursed through Miney's vains, while she listened to the rantings of her Master. Shame, because she realized, that her lack of self-confidance reflected badly on her faith into her Master. Shame, because it had taken her so long to understand something so simple and that there was no reason to feel like a failure. She was no failure, she was something special. She was the hand-picked apprentice of the most powerful being in the universe, out of quintillions of beings, it had been her, who had been chosen for this noble place at her Master' feet. And with that knowledge joy rose inside the young woman, continued to grow and with it her self-confidance grew and suddenly Miney also felt some of her strenght returning to her.
But there was still shame there. Shame, that she hadn't been able to overcome this state of mind for so long and on her own.
"It was a lack of faith in myself, Master." she said, still looking to the floor. "Please forgive me, it won't happen again."
"I should hope so." Lucan Vader answered, obviously sensing the sincerity of his apprentice. Miney could feel him stepping closer and then he cupped her chin and forced her to look up and into those cold, blue eyes of his, that were also burning like laser-fire. "You are my apprentice, Miney. Chosen ouf of billions and trained to do my bidding, because there is nobody better than you.
You belong to me, Miney. Never forget that. You are the best. And you are mine."
Stunned by the intensity in her Master's voice Miney didn't offer any resistance, when Lucan Vader bent forward and pressed his mouth against her lips. Willingly the teenage girl allowed her Master's tongue access into her mouth, overjoyed at the prospect of her most secret dream finally coming true. A cool breeze touched her bare back and for a brief moment the rational part of her mind wondered, how she had gotten rid of her clothes. Not that it mattered, for her Master, also devoid of clothing, pushed her to the ground. Eagerly Miney laid back, feeling the cold, hard floor in her back she spread her legs and then Lucan Vader was over her, inside her, filling her, devouring her.
Taking, what was rightfully his and his alone.
Finally.
At the beginning it had been painful, but now the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure. Miney tried to met her Master's powerful thrusts with movements of her own, while she kept her teeth gritted together, riding on an ever increasing wave of ecstasy. Time seemed to stand still, centuries, if not millenia passed by and still the Sith-Apprentice was taken by her Master.
Miney never wanted it to end.
But soon she felt the great moment coming closer, determinated to make the most of the experience she twisted her body around to ...
Beepbeepbeepbeep.
With an annoyed sigh Miney opened her eyes and forced her mind into the here and now.
The beeping sound was the nav-computer of their vessel announcing, that they would leave hyperspace in five minutes, what gave the red-skinned girl a few moments to collect her thoughts.
Once again it had just been a dream. A dream, that reflected reality, but only to the point where Lucan Vader gave her his lecture. And instead of being taken and used by her Master as she secretly longed for she had been sent to take a shower. "One day." she promised herself. "One day."
Behind her she heard Giswad entering the cockpit, turning around she asked: "Is our cargo ready?"
With a nod of his head the tall, darkskinned man confirmed her question.
"Good. We'll be leaving hyperspace in three minutes. If things are going as planned we'll have to be ready to transmit the security-code thirty seconds after our exit from hyperspace.
And then things get really interesting."
Her first real mission. A test of her and her abilities. And one of the first steps of her Master to reclaim the galaxy. She wouldn't disappoint him.
She wouldn't - couldn't - fail him.
Because she was the best.
And finally the time had come to prove it.
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Interesting. Miney could grow up to be a formidable opponent of the Jedi. She's also very loyal to her master...overly so. It could be her weakness.
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Hurrah! Another post!
Miney could be quite trouble for the Jedi, trouble on the level of Grevious trouble.
Speaking of Grevious, were we the readers supposed to be reminded of Grevious by that training droid (you, four lightsabers and such)
Maghan, now he's an proper Imperial officer!
Somehow, I think the "Squidhead's" career is far from finished.
Personally, I think that Maghan should have ordered several more civilian periodicals, just to throw off any spies. Just a thought, mind ya.
Great work!
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Miney: Very loyal or insanely devoted - who knows how something like this ends.  Especially if her feelings aren't returned.  
And yes, i made this parallel to ROTS and Grievous on purpose. There will be others from the movies and the other EU, so keep your eyes open.
Nobody commented on Maghan's appearance or a special piece of clothing in his wardrobe. Nor did anybody comment on Lucan's method to punish his apprentice. I'm a little disappointed.
Perhaps the posts are to long for those little things to be noticed and to be remembered.
I'm considering to make smaller updates in the future to make the "digestation" easier and to increase the frequency of postings, the question is, would this be alright with you or do you like things as they are?
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I thought Maghan looked a bit like an Iridonian, but I assumed he was human.
The clothing bit... I admit I'm confounded on that one. I noticed it on the third read, but I couldn't figure out any legit SW relation to it (I actually spent an hour sifting through Wikipedia! Thank you very much, thank you very much, Mr. FTeik!!!!"
Whatever's best for you, my friend.
*goes off to ponder the clothing bit*
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Pelranius posted:
I thought Maghan looked a bit like an Iridonian, but I assumed he was human.
You might want to compare Maghan to these two gentlemen:
http://www.theforce.net/swtc/Pix/comics/totj/sithbred.jpg
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The clothing bit... I admit I'm confounded on that one. I noticed it on the third read, but I couldn't figure out any legit SW relation to it (I actually spent an hour sifting through Wikipedia! Thank you very much, thank you very much, Mr. FTeik!!!!"
Whatever's best for you, my friend.
*goes off to ponder the clothing bit*
You have to combine it with a piece of dialoge from the last update - or ask yourself, what kind of imperial officer wears white.
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Oh...
Iridonians... I mean Zabraks.
Maghan's possible heritage... I'm too PT focused at the moment.
That clothing... I was more focused on the size (I assumed too large) and ran off in that direction instead of focusing on the color..... (Very stupid, stupid Pelranius!)
I'll go read the crossover. I'm afraid I'm not very familar with Perry Rhodan, though.
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The tale of Darth Vader's Son
"Unidentified ship, this is Altraz-control. Identify yourself and stay your intentions." came the harsh voice out of the com-system.
"This is the NewRepublic transport "Danaer's Gift". Transmitting Authorisation-code now." Miney stated unimpressed. With the pressing of a button the code was on its way and the young woman gripped the control-stick of the helm tight. If the code wasn't accepted because it was outdated or simply wrong the "Danaer's Gift" better hurried to get back into hyperspace. The seconds stretched to eons.
"Authorisation confirmed, Danaer's Gift". Welcome to Altraz." came finally the response from Altraz-control. The voice on the other end of the link was suddenly much more friendly and exactly that raised Miney's suspicions. "If you transfer helm-control to us, you can lean back, while we guide you in. Enjoy the flight."
"Negative." answered the Sith-Apprentice. "Transports of the NRI can't transfer helm-control. At least not the pilots." The young woman grinned, satified, that she had evaded the trap laid out for her. "But you already know that, don't you?"
"Correct." came the answer from Altraz-control. "You can't be careful enough. Our security-systems have more holes than a Hutt has slime-pores these days."
"And here i thought our authorisation-code was authentic." Miney stated.
"It was. It just isn't the most recent code and it is not one with the highest clearance."
"No problem. We're not here for one of the high-importance cases."
"Maybe, but you have to identify yourself again, once you are down. Standard procedure for every case. Even for those that are not - how did you say - high-importance."
"Don't worry, Altraz-control, i'll survive it." Miney let her answer be followed by light laughter. "Now the sooner you provide us with a homing-beacon and the landing coordinates, the sooner we can convince you of our genuine intentions."
A moment later they got the coordinates and Miney transfered the controls to Giswad. While she went through her last preperations she considered the contents of her conversation with Altraz-control.
The ability to control starships by remote had a lot of advantages. It allowed the pilots and controllers of the large space-ports and inside the hangars of the large warships to coordinate the traffic and movements of countless spaceships, reduced accidents, supported inexperienced or otherwise impeded pilots, but like every system developed to make things easier for people it had its backsides. To prevent abuse the remote-controls of a ship were secured with codes. Before entrusting his ship to the guidence-systems of a spaceport or larger ship a pilot had to transmit the access-code to his helm-controls.
Transporters of the Intelligence-Agency of the NewRepublic lacked those systems. To be more precise, they weren't entrusted to the pilots of the vessels in question. Aside from tracking-devices it was another measure to prevent the transfer of control to parties, that shouldn't get it and to allow the NRI to get the control over its vessels back, should hostiles or deserting pilots try to get away. The offer from Altraz-control to guide the "Danaer's Gift" in had been a trap. If Miney and her ship were genuine they COULDN'T transfer control. Thanks to a very thorough preperation about the working of the NRI Miney had known about this, so she had been able to give the right answers.
Interesting was the question WHY Altraz-control hadn't been satisfied with the authorisation-code alone. The controller had mentioned holes in the securiry-systems. Now was this just the opinion of a single operative or part of the professional attitude of the NRI? The Rebel-Alliance had been a small group by comparison, an organisation difficult to infiltrate with its members always on the run and motivated by their hate and always forced to look over their shoulders. Now, almost ten years after the battle of Endor, the NewRepublic as successor of the Rebel-Alliance was a state governing thousands of worlds with quintillions of beings. Just like the NewRepublic had grown in size, so had its institutions, its bureaucracy and with that the number of weak points, the number of beings supposed to work for the NR, which could be bribed or blackmailed.
Miney was certain, that the code she had used to identify herself and her transport had been obtained this way, but as she knew now, it hadn't been enough.
She almost pitied the controller. Such conscientiousness and it wouldn't be of any use to him or his collegues.
Really a pity.
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The "Danaer's Gift" descended into the atmosphere of the planet and through the white clouds, which covered the otherwise clear-blue sky.
The surface of Altraz came into view, earthly colours of red, brown and caramel seperated by a net of blue and green formed by rivers and small lakes. Small islands of ground atop mushroom- or barrel-like shaped hills, each hundred meters away from the next island on average and between them canyons and gaps hundreds, if not thousands of meters deep. No sentient life had developed on Altraz to this point of time and together with its remote location far away from the major travel-routes and its not unique, but very rare geology this had been one of the reasons for the NewRepublic to build a prison on the planet.
Not one of the typical prison-colonies where the inhabitans were more or less left to their own, but a containment-facility for the kind of criminal you wanted constant access to. Political and military leaders of the empire. Warcriminals. The heads of the large crime-syndicates of the galaxy. Scientists researching on things the NewRepublic didn't wanted to see in the galaxy. Celebreties and popular citicens opposed to their local leaders allied with the NewRepublic and put into protective custody until the situation on their homeworlds was stable. Technically the last group wasn't under arrest, so there was no need for lawyers and trials and other things, that attracted public attention. This last group was also small enough for the government to not loose to much sleep over these people, the galaxy was at war and for the greater good sacrifices had to be made.
Still nobody in the NewRepublic wanted things like these to be widely known and so facilities like Altraz were managed by the capable hands of NewRepublicIntelligence.
In preperation for this mission the Sith-Apprentice had been briefed very thoroughly on this system and for a short moment Miney had been torn between disguest for this practice, contempt, at the oh-so-noble NewRepublic doing something like this or resignation in face of the cognition, that the more things changed the more they stayed the same. Empire, republic, dictatorship or democracy, the only thing truly different was the number of people in charge and the colours on the coverage of what they tried to sell.
Through the cockpit-windows the prison-complex came into view, a large structure with its buildings distributed over several of the island-like mountain-tops and connected by thin arms. A simple and elegant solution: should trouble arise in one of the cell-blocks, sever the connecting walkways and the only way out was down the high and steep walls of the canyons. The rounded walls and white colour of polymer and ferrocrete reminded Miney of Bespin and pictures of Alderaan she had seen and for a moment she wondered, what the inhabitans of this destroyed world would think about a place like Altraz.
Dropping down onto the landing-platform Miney deactivated the engines of the "Danaer's Gift - what actually meant, that the ship was in a ready-mode, which wouldn't be detected by ordinary sensors - and then the Sith-Apprentice and Giswad left the ship.
Stepping down on the landing-field Miney slowed down a look at her surroundings, while behind her Giswad manouvered the large, coffin-like stasis-chamber down the ramp on a repulsor-sled. A small, low structure followed the circular shape of the landing-field to their left, probably a garage or hangar filled with tools or facilities for re-fueling. In front of them a long, slender bridge connected the landing-field with the entrance to the main-facility of the prison, the other side of the bridge was flanked by two weapons-towers. No less than eight anti-person and anti-vehicle cannons were pointed at the "Danaer's Gift" and her small crew.
Lucan Vader's apprentice suppressed a smile. At the moment those cannons were no danger, but they could become one, when she, Giswad the "freight" they intended to collect were going to leave. Yet somewhere already lurked danger for the success of her mission, a source of trouble, that hadn't been anticipated when this operation had been planned. Following her instincts and trying to hide her irritation Miney turned her head to the right side.
There, perhaps two or three dozen meters away on another landing platform stood an X-Wing and the eyes of the Sith-Apprentice turned into thin slits at the sight of the lone white-blue astromech-droid guarding the fighter.
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Hmmm, figures like the NR rats to have such a place. Wonder if Lucan could leak its existence after Minnie's through.
Did Luke rat on Minnie?
Now I suppose you've spent to much time developing Minnie to just throw her away know, I suppose?
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Oh? I hope we get to see a fight.
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FTeik
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Date Posted:
1/1/06 2:53pm
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RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
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I started a short story over Christmas with the intention to have it i finished at NewYear. That didn't worked as planned, but you can read the first chapter here:
http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=22758760&brd=10476
Hope you like it.
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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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