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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 9/9/01 5:58pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Something's wrong! Nobody is posting! Anyway, I'll continue my posting and hopefully someone other than Lt. Cmdr. Thrawn will post! Here's more! "General," said a sergeant, "an urgent message for you." He leaned over the desk to hand the envelope to General Cracken. "Thank you sergeant." He said, then stood and saluted. "Dismissed." The sergeant scuttled out of Cracken's office. He sat down and opened the envelope. He read the letter inside, frowned, and reread it. He lowered it to the desk and smiled. Then he tapped a button of the desk that activated a small holoprojector. He pressed a button close to it. "Gerny, contact Admiral Pellaeon immediately. I must talk with him." He took his finger off the button and sat back, waiting. After waiting a few minutes, he ordered the New Republic Fifth Fleet on Yellow Alert. After a half an hour of Gerny, his secretary, haggling with Imperial communications officers, a beep emitted from the holoprojector. "It's Admiral Pellaeon for you, General," said Gerny. "Thanks." He flipped a switch and sat up to see Admiral Pellaeon in the holoprojector. "Admiral Pellaeon, this is General Airen Cracken, Chief of the Intelligence Division of the New Republic fleet. Thank you for talking to me on such short notice. I'd like to ask you a question about the Chiss, and you." Pellaeon looked at him quizzically, then smiled. "I'll see if I can." Cracken nodded. "Good." He paused before continuing. "Have you ever heard of a Chiss uprising?" Pellaeon looked at him quizzically, then stared out over the screen before turning back to Cracken. "I think I might have witnessed some during Grand Admiral Thrawn's command of the Chimaera. I know that there haven't been any for quite some time. Why?" Cracken leaned foreword. "Because one of our New Republic guys are in there, and we just received word about a Chiss Uprising." Pellaeon snorted. "What would you want me to do about it? Besides, I don't think that you asked for permission to put a New Republic agent in Imperial territory." Cracken leaned back. "It's Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master. He's not really one of us, but we consider him a Republic citizen with high stature. He's recruiting candidates for the Jedi Academy. That isn't a spy mission, or anything else for the government. It's just for him and the Jedi, who happen to be allied with the New Republic. Would you please look into this matter? I think there might be something deeper. But if you don't get word to me on Skywalker within three days, I'll be meeting up with you with a Navy that could obliterate Bastion and your fleet in a single stroke." Pellaeon's eyes widened and he cleared his throat. "Actually, I don't appreciate that either! I'll make sure Skywalker is returned to you and that this outrage is stopped!" "Well, Admiral, good luck." "Thank you," he replied, "I might need it." Admiral Parck breathed a sigh of relief as his ship escaped to the relative safety of hyperspace. He turned to the Captain at his side. "Captain Shill, go find those last two people who came in on a fighter. I want to see them." "Yes sir!" "Master Skywalker," asked Pacose, "I want to join you. I want to learn how to use your amazing power!" Luke turned to him. "In time, you will. First, you must learn to control your feelings. They will be your undoing. Second, learn to trust in the Force. Then you will be ready for your training. In the meantime, let's greet the Captain." He turned to the Chiss taking long strides to cover the distance between the Jedi and himself. Luke and Pacose exchanged dubious glances. Captain Shill had finally arrived. He saluted, waiting for no return salute. "The Admiral would like to see you immediately. I trust that he questions how you were able to board this ship. Are you Jedi?" Luke stepped forward. "I am." He gestured to Pacose. "He is a Jedi candidate." Shill studied them with intense scrutiny for a few seconds, then beckoned them to come with him. Luke and Pacose followed closely. The captain turned to face them. "I know that Admiral Parck has great admiration for Jedi. I believe that that is why he would like to talk to you. I must say that your entrance was… almost damaging. Our hyperdrive motivators almost melted from you holding our ship in place. A very good show of power, I must admit!" Luke admonished him. "The power comes from the Force, not the crude matter that we know as muscles." Shill looked at him quizzically, then turned and kept walking. "Whatever you say." "Well, muscles help, but I did that through the Force." He smiled. "Okay." "Captain," asked Admiral Pellaeon, "when will we arrive at the Chiss homeworld?" Captain Deuroon turned to him, "About fifteen minutes, sir." "Very well." He turned to walk back the foyer. "Ready my shuttle. I will prepare to personally get all information about whatever is currently happening. General Telure, you have the ship." Telure looked up from his newspaper. "What?" Pellaeon shook his head and smiled, "You have control of the ship." Telure blinked, "Oh." "Sir!" called the captain. Pellaeon turned. "What?" Deuroon spoke. "I have a bad feeling about you doing this. Good luck." Pellaeon smiled and strode down the foyer. The captain's face held a look of sorrow. He knew that something big was about to happen. But what will it be? Well, how do you like it? -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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Lt.Cmdr.Thrawn Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 9/10/01 1:24pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	^ -----signature----- "We cannot afford to take mythology at face value." -Indiana Jones
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 9/12/01 6:19pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back - Date Edited: 10/14/01 12:16pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Thaddeus_Walters
	Hello, again! I've got a bit more to add! "General, we're coming out of lightspeed," reported an ensign. Telure strode to the front of the [i]Chimaera's[i/] bridge and watched the mottled blue-white of hyperspace be changed into pinpricks of starlight, then revert to realspace. What was in front of him, though, was something that he'd been wondering about for quite sometime. The evidence was true; a rogue Admiral was building his private army. Almost one hundred star destroyers and star destroyer-like ships were in orbit around the planet. At the shipyards, though, a fully functional [i]Executor[i/]-class star destroyer was just being launched for the first time. Near it, an extremely large vessel sat. Telure saw it, and his blood ran cold, but then he felt warm and smiled. The [i]Eclipse[i/]-class star destroyer he was staring at was twice as long as it's smaller counterpart. The shell of another [i]Executor[i/]- class star destroyer was completed, and most of the activity seemed to be centered around it. "Deuroon!" yelled Telure. "Get over here and take a look at this!" Deuroon walked up the steps from the crew pit to Telure. Telure pointed to the star destroyers in front of him and said one word: "Amazing!" The Captain turned and stared. "Wow!" His moment of ecstasy quickly faded out, replaced by a feeling of something… wrong. He tried to pinpoint it, and found that it was coming from that [i]Eclipse[i/]. The General turned to see a frown on the captain's face. "Something wrong? Your senses telling you something?" "Yeah, it's… wrong. It's evil." "Evil? You're talking about the three ships that could defeat the New Republic single-handedly!" "It doesn't matter. They're evil. Something big is going to happen soon, and we'll be on the receiving end of it." Telure looked at him. "Should we call Pellaeon back?" Deuroon nodded. "We probably should." "Sir," called out a lieutenant, "the Admiral is already going to the surface. They're guiding him in, and if we do anything to make him turn around, it might make them suspicious, and they could gun us down before we even blink." Deuroon looked at Telure, "She's got a point." "Right. As descreetly as possible, catalogue all this information and take pictures. I want to know where this place is and clues to why all this is here. I don't like this." Pellaeon arrived on the landing pad. "Stay here," he ordered to his pilot. The two TIE [i]Defender[i/]escorts landed and powered down. Pellaeon lowered the ramp and stepped on to the permacrete landing pad. He straightened as the door leading inside the compound opened, revealing two squads of stormtroopers. They flanked him on both sides, then stood at attention, with heads turned to the door. Out stepped none other than Admiral Daala, in her olive Admiral's uniform, exactly like what he wore. "Daala!" Pellaeon enthusiastically shouted. "Pellaeon!" Daala said softly. "I was wondering if I'd ever see you again!" "Hey, I'm here, aren't I?" Pellaeon held his arms out, then strode up to Daala and embraced her. "Please, tell me, how did you get here?" He smiled at her, then his expression turned to one of question. "I thought you were at some silly colonization, telling people how to grow beans!" "Gilead, I think I have a lot of explaining to do. And you do, too. We'll go to my quarters and talk it out." "It should be interesting, Daala!" She smiled. "Of course it will be!" She thought to herself, Of course it will be. Tell me about it! -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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Lt.Cmdr.Thrawn Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 9/13/01 4:19pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back - Date Edited: 9/15/01 1:35am (1 edits total) Edited By: Lt.Cmdr.Thrawn
	Sorry to say, but for the time being you minght have to expect even less visitors, as most of the JC is in the Community forum discussing the Terrorist attacks, or in threads talking about this in awhatever forum they frequent. EDIT: UP! -----signature----- "We cannot afford to take mythology at face value." -Indiana Jones
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 9/27/01 6:04pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back - Date Edited: 2/12/02 7:57pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Thaddeus_Walters
	Another post for you. "Daala, it looks like you have a pretty good life here!" Pellaeon was seated in a plush nerf hide repulsor-recliner. Her suite high up in a governmental housing apartment building was luxurious, but still looked like something that belonged to military personnel. "The last time I saw you, you were on your way to make some farming community. What happened?" Daala sighed and sat up. "Well, I got them started. We got a simple government started. They felt that they could run things better than I could, so they downgraded my duties. I told them about it and they kicked me out of the colony. So I left." "You left?" "Yes, I took their transport and sold it on some other backwater farming community." She laughed. "There, I bought an old [i]Lambda[i/] -class shuttle and poked my way around. I ran out of fuel during one hyperspace jump and got stranded. A Chiss star destroyer saw me and picked me up. They knew exactly who I was, and they didn't think twice about pulling me aboard their ship. I ended up here." Pellaeon quickly interjected before she could say more, "Which leads me to the question, Daala, of why there was a Chiss uprising?" Daala gave Pellaeon a quick look of curiosity. "Why? More like why not sooner! Quite frankly, the older Chiss were just that: old and outliving their usefulness. If we hadn't done anything, I believe that the Chiss Republic would've gone to pot!" Pellaeon immediately admonished her. "Daala, you have just done something that could have serious repercussions across the galaxy! Why? Why do you need a new government?" "For the same reason I need those star destroyers above!" "What? To protect against the Yuuzahn Vong?" She laughed. "Certainly you're not that dense!" He looked at her, an expression of annoyance across his face. She frowned, "For the new Empire!" Pellaeon's mouth gaped wide. "Daala, I thought we'd been through this! Face it! The Empire is not what it once was! Since the treaty, worlds have left what Empire we have left! There are twelve sector moffs! TWELVE!" "Do not say it can't be done, Pellaeon! Because it can be done! It can! Those ships up there can guarantee it!" "Daala, you've had the key to the galaxy in your hand TWICE! Both times you've dropped it!" Daala's expression was one of contempt. "Which times?" "The first time, when you had four star destroyers that you could've used! And the second, when you had my fleet, your super star destroyer, and that colonel's ships!" "That was your fault, Pellaeon! Thanks to you, all chances of ever regaining the galaxy were ruined, except now! Now, since I have the power to mess up twice and still win, I will conquer the galaxy and return it to Imperial rule!" "Daala, you can't do this! It's impossible! Even if you manage to not destroy all your ships, no body will accept an Imperial rule again!" "The citizens of the New Republic have no faith in their government. The way that they handled the Yuuzhan Vong was terrible. Everyone knows that. I believe that we can sway them to join the Imperial Empire!" "Daala, you have a point, but who do you trust to do well commanding when you're not there to supervise?" "I was thinking that you might be my second in command, but, since you don't want to do anything involving my plan…" At that moment, the door to her quarters opened. Pellaeon almost stood and saluted. The Chiss walking toward them was wearing the white Grand Admiral's uniform, with short hair tied behind her head. She looked eerily similar to the great Grand Admiral Thrawn. "She will be second in command. Pellaeon, meet your successors to the Imperial Empire. Supreme commander Daala, and Grand Admiral Thrawn's sister, Grand Admiral Volthar'nurodo, also known as Grand Admiral Tharn.” “Admiral Tharn,” he got up and bowed. “Your brother’s reputation precedes you. If you are half as good as Thrawn, I am sure you serve the Chiss well. Your name is very similar to Admiral Thrawn’s.” She bowed also, and, smiling, replied, “I am not Thrawn, yet I am almost as good as him, and appreciate your compliments. I, unfortunately, was unable to contact him for almost a year before his death. I was notified shortly after, though.” Daala coughed and her eyes drilled into Pellaeon until he noticed her and sat back down. She turned to Pellaeon. "Since you have no faith in our Empire, and you willingly accepted a treaty of peace, I believe that we might just have to kill you. Unless, of course, you would like to give me all of the information on your tactics." "Daala, if you are going to use my information to destroy a government which I made a treaty of peace with, you won't receive anything from me." She scowled and stood up. "Tomorrow morning, 10:00. You'll be there, and so will we. If you change your mind, though, tell me. I might just spare your life." She called in three Chiss troopers. "Take him away." Uhoh. Pellaeon's in trouble. Feedback? -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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Mcily_Nochi Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 9/27/01 6:19pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	I haven't actually read the whole thing yet, but I have a [working] title suggestion, which is a combo of preivously suggested ones: Star-Crossed: The Next Generation. BTW, thank you for writing this story. I'm both a SW fan and a Trekkie/er, but if I mention that I like SW to a Trekkie, they get mad, and vice versa. Though SW fans tend to be less picky. So thanks for being both. -----signature----- Back after three years of writer's block!
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GreyJediAntarFodoh Registered: Oct '01	Date Posted: 10/3/01 4:58pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	I have been reading your fanfic and I love it so far. Please keep it up! "There is no dark, there is no light. There is only the Force.", Grey Jedi Master Antar Fodoh -----signature----- There is no dark... There is no light... There is only the Force. Check out my fic, STAR WARS Destinies Changed http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/25632081/p1/?0
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 10/8/01 5:10pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Thankyouthankyouthankyou! I appreciate your posting! I haven't been working on my story lately, but I'll keep it up when I think about it. My life's been SO BUSY lately! Here's some more of it for you! Captain Deuroon frowned and sighed a sigh of hopelessness. He'd just reviewed the local news briefs in his quarters and found that Admiral Pellaeon was to be executed. He began the long trek from his quarters to the bridge. Upon arriving on the bridge, he called out. "Telure!" The General had been staring out into the void of space. He turned and walked to Deuroon. "What?" Deuroon looked at him. "The Admiral is to be executed. Tomorrow morning, 10:00." Telure's face paled. "Tomorrow morning? That doesn't give us much time!" Deuroon looked at him. "They'll be boarding in a few minutes. We couldn't get him out of there if we tried!" "Well," replied Telure, "we'll find a way." "General! I have bad news!" A droid walked over to the general. "What is it?" questioned the general. "Sir, Admiral Pellaeon is to be executed tomorrow morning, 10:00." "What?" exclaimed the general. "The Chiss have Pellaeon. Since he was going to side with the old order Chiss, they've decided to kill him." The General's expression didn't change. He stood silent, unmoving, then suddenly came to life. "Send Task Force One and the Flagship, I'm going personally. We're going to liberate Pellaeon." The droid looked at him. "Sir, wouldn't that mean that our alliance with the Chiss would…" "Be broken? I know. But it doesn't matter. I'm going. We're going. Pellaeon did nothing wrong. I would do the same thing. I'd suppose they were talking about some invasion of the New Republic." "Yes, sir." "I figured as much. Let's move out. I've already got a plan formulated." Pellaeon sat on his bunk in a cell of a detention block, his face buried in his hands. "What have I done? I don't believe I did anything wrong! But because of me, Deuroon and Telure have been captured, not to mention the rest of the crew, the other ships, and the Chimaera!" He moaned and sank back into his bunk. He heard footsteps banging off of the metallic floor in the corridor outside his cell. They stopped in front of his cell. He stood up at attention. The door opened and two skeletal tan-colored droids wielding blaster rifles stepped in. "Admiral Pellaeon," one said, "we're here to take you home!" Pellaeon looked up. His grim face of sadness softened into a smile. "Nice of you to drop by. Give my compliments to General." "Or you could just tell him in person," piped the other droid. "You'll be coming immediately to the Flagship." "Great! Won't Daala be surprised!" The first droid chuckled. "She won't even know you're gone!" Well, whaddya think? I'll try to keep on writing! Thanks again! -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 10/19/01 2:52am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Here's more! For lack of a term with more "explosive" qualities, I picked "gigawatt". Hey, it was the first thing I came up with! "I mean no offense by this, but the New Republic seems to have a better government in general than the Imperial Remnant." Captain Picard uneasily offered. "I can't imagine that an Empire with one absolute ruler would appeal to anyone. I believe that if you want to attract more people to the Imperial Remnant, you need to soften your image." "Yes, I have almost believed that myself. I would never speak out against the Emperor, though. Nor would I leave the Empire as a traitor. And we have 'softened our image'. At least more than it used to be." Meanwhile, Gunnery Sergeant Hutus was becoming evermore infuriated. Finally, his rage was so great that he crushed the crystal goblet he was drinking from and shouted at Picard. "And your government is better than that of the mighty Imperials? HA! You accept aliens, nonhumans, as your equals! You believe that by being peaceful, you can solve all problems! You are pitiful fools! All of you! Including you, Captain, for deciding to become friends with these idiots! I have no time to waste on these fiends! Goodnight!" He cackled evilly and ran out of the room. Brandei gave Picard a look of astonishment. "I am terribly sorry! I did not mean for this outbreak! Hutus had always been kind of quiet, and I don't know why it came out right now. Herrick, go find Hutus and bring him back immediately!" Picard turned in his seat. "Data! Follow Commander Herrick and help him if he has any trouble finding Sergeant Hutus." He turned back to face Brandei. "I can understand. We deal with many diplomatic missions like this. But for right now, our mission perameters state that we should detain you until your officer returns. Would our prisoners care for another round of Romulan Ale?" "Hutus! Stop! I order you to stop!" Commander Herrick ran into the hangar bay where Hutus was running back to the Imperial shuttle. Herrick was too late, though. The shuttle lifted into the air and flew through the forcefield and into the void of space. Commander Data's eyes widened. "He's going to attack this ship, isn't he?" Herrick nodded in agreement. "He's the Gunnery Sergeant. That's one of the few things he knows how to do well. We'd better get to the bridge immediately." "Our latest challenge of power was the Dominion. A difficult task, to be sure, but-" Picard was cut off when Data and Herrick stepped into the room. "Hutus got into the shuttle before we could stop him. I bet that he will attack us." Herrick shook his head in disappointment. "I'm sorry, sirs." Picard sighed. "Well, we'd better get to the bridge. Come. You will provide us with tactical information." Data sat down at his weapons console. "Sir, their shields and weapons systems are warming up." Picard turned to Brandei. "How soon until their weapons systems come on line?" Brandei looked somberly at him. "I'd say less than two minutes, as of right now." "Data, red alert." He turned back to Brandei. "Are you sure that they will attack us?" "It would be my estimation. How strong are your shields? Strong enough to survive the blast of a laser that generates about 20.1 gigawatts of pure energy?" Picard's eyes widened. "That large?" Brandei nodded. "I take it they couldn't. How much can your phasers put out?" "10.5 gigawatts!" He shook his head. "If you keep on doing that, you'll never break through! What about photon torpedos?" "17.8, but those are the older, outdated models. The newest top of the line torpedoes are called quantum torpedos. They average about 25.4 gigawatts." Brandei's grim visage melted into a smile. "We may make it out of here after all!" Battle sequence soon! Will post more soon (hopefully). -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 10/29/01 7:25pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Sorry, but I don't have any more written right now... my life's busy. Uppers? P.S. Hope to get more up soon. -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 11/12/01 7:00am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back - Date Edited: 11/12/01 7:01am (1 edits total) Edited By: Thaddeus_Walters
	Here's some more of my story. Sorry I couldn't post it sooner! The Imperial shuttle set down inside the cavernous main hangar bay of the Imperial star destroyer [i] Judicator [i/]. A lieutenant greeted Seargeant Hutus at the entrance to the central hallway. "What is the meaning of this? Where is the Captain and the rest of the crew?" Hutus pushed him out of the way. "Murdered." The word was spoken clearly and coldly, and it reverberated off the walls and into the ears of everyone in the hangar. There was complete silence. The lieutenant gasped and stopped. For, though Hutus was lying, mostly, for Brandei and the others had been converted to the Federation way of thinking, the crew didn't realize it. Hutus' word was clear and just as well for the officers on board. "Give instructions for red alert. Immediately. We'll blow them out of the water." Those were the last words he said, as he began running to the bridge. When he arrived at the bridge, klaxons were blaring, the rooms and hallways were tinted in red, and all personnel, whether they were droid or human, were rushing around, performing last minute tasks. Chaos was taking place on the bridge when Hutus arrived, but as an ensign shouted "Captain on the bridge!", all quieted. Hutus walked symbolically to the front of the bridge. "We are forced to attack. The enemy," he paused, "is over there!" He pointed to the [i]Enterprise[i/] , which was furiously preparing for the inevitable attack. "Their personnel killed our captain! We shall avenge his, Commander Honick's, Colonel Holus', and Commander Mive's deaths!" The personnel looked at him in astonishment. "That's right! I tell you the truth! They're dead! Are you prepared to avenge their deaths?" They gazed once more, then scurried around, performing more last minute tasks. Finally one ensign walked up to Hutus. "Sir, the ship is completely prepared for battle. She's yours now, sir." "Alright." He walked back to the command chair and sat. It was the first time he commanded the ship. He feared it would be his last. "Commece firing. Target the aft end of it. Then target the neck. We'll make short work of them." I'll post more sometime soon! -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 11/25/01 1:15pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	OK, here's more! “Captain Picard,” Brandei said as he turned to face Picard, “if there is one thing that I’ll need you to do, it is to place complete confidence in me. If we get out of here alive, it will be because of you and your crews well executed orders from me. I know you find it hard to believe that I, of all people, would ask for complete control of your ship, but you must trust me and my knowledge of my ship.” Picard exchanged a dubious glance at Riker. Riker nodded and Picard turned to face Brandei. “Okay, we’ll play by your rules. I believe that your knowledge of that ship and its crew will do a better job of saving this ship than I could.” Brandei smiled and put his hands together, rubbing them. “Let’s do some damage!” “Commence firing,” said Hutus, his voice echoing through the silent bridge. After barking out the orders, the bridge erupted into a flurry of action and sound. From deep in the belly of the ship, the reactor began churning out more energy, and suddenly turbolasers began firing. The blasts could be seen impacting on the ship across from them. “Sir, I think we picked a good fight!” exclaimed one officer. “We’ve decreased their shield energy to 75% within the first volley! In a matter of minutes, they will be ours!” “If they don’t escape.” Hutus mumbled. “They’re opening fire!” exclaimed an officer behind Picard. “Brace for impact!” Picard exclaimed. Brandei turned to Picard. “Scramble fighters.” Picard turned to Brandei. “Fighters?” “Fighters!” “We don’t have any!” The ship shuddered from the initial blast as Brandei further questioned Picard. “Heavily armed shuttles?” “None.” “Anything other than just this ship?” “No.” Brandei scowled. “Well, commence firing, at any rate. Fire at the globes situated on top of the command module. I’ll think of something.” “You heard him!” Picard exclaimed as the second volley hit. “Fire!” Well, suggestions? -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 12/13/01 7:34pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Well, here's some more! Suggestions? Comments? Please? The battle turned to more of a slugging match. It was as if the two were in an unfair boxing match, with the [i]Judicator[i/] as the oversized winning opponent, and the [i]Enterprise[i/] as the pitiful, small losing opponent. The [i]Enterprise[i/] was getting its few blows put in, but the [i]Judicator[i/] was winning, with its massive volleys of laser fire. The odds were against the [i]Enterprise[i/]. “Sir, shouldn’t we scramble fighters?” asked an Ensign. “No, I don’t think we’ll need to,” replied Hutus. “After all, they don’t have any fighters, so why do we need to worry about putting out ours?” The ensign fell silent. “Ah HA!” shouted Brandei. Picard jumped in his seat and turned to face him, as many other crewmembers on the bridge did. “What? Why did you have to shout like that?” Brandei smiled. “Because, Captain, I have figured out how to beat them. Can I use your transporter?” Picard looked at him quizzically. “Yes, why?” “I’m going to transport a bomb over there.” “You’re going to WHAT?” “I’ll simply transport a bomb over there. Quite easy, I believe.” “Right. Well, get to it. Ensign Porter, help him out with the transporter systems. They may be unfamiliar to him.” “Yes sir,” called the ensign. “Honick, go to their Engineering section and see what you can do. Mive, Holus, come with me. Let’s find some explosives!” With that, he pivoted on his heel and strode out of the bridge and into the turbolift, which closed its doors. The last hopes of the men and women aboard the Enterprise hinged on whether that man could successfully exploit a possible weakness in the star destroyer. Later, the volleys flying fewer from the [i]Enterprise[i/] and more from the [i]Judicator[i/] were still wreaking havoc on the concentration of the team. “Ensign,” shouted Brandei as a volley impacted on the surface of the ship, “can we use some bombs, grenades, of some sort? I’m afraid that my associates cannot conjure up enough weapons to inflict significant damage to destroy the ship. Can you find something?” The woman frowned, apparently weighing the chance of them getting out of here alive by the chance of being killed by this band of men who came and were officers on board the ship across the void from them. She just blinked her eyes and turned, saying only, “Follow me.” Well? Comments? Suggestions? I'd appreciate 'em! -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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Fluke_Groundwalker Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 12/13/01 8:47pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	I can't believe I just now saw this! It's very good! It has a lot of well known characters, and I like that. This has kept me entertained for a while, as you post frequently, with large posts, which is awesome! Keep up the good work! And don't worry, at least you know I'm reading it! -----signature----- Good gosh almighty, thank God for Fluke! Look who's back, baby! JC Mod Squad: Shooting down opinions since 1998 --- I am a full supporter of war with Iraq.
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 12/30/01 9:40am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Thank you, Fluke! It's nice to be wanted and appreciated! Sorry there hasn't been a post lately, but... it's Christmas! Oh... and Merry Christmas (Happy Holidays?) to everybody! Anyway, here's more! It's a long one, but well worth it! The Enterprise was wearing thin, the layers of shielding gone and the hull beginning to buckle from the stress inflicted on it. Picard turned to the communications officer. “Lieutenant, did you actually contact Starfleet Command about this mess?” The lieutenant looked at him incredulously. “Of course I did, sir! That was the first thing I did when that ship jumped out of warp—er, I mean, light speed.” Picard sighed, “Did you actually call them when they began charging weapons systems?” The lieutenant smiled, “Of course! Why wouldn’t I?” Picard was beginning to become angry. “Are they sending ships to help us?” The lieutenant sighed. “I’m not sure. They didn’t say directly, but I suspect they might send a ship to help. They weren’t even sure if they’d do that, either, so, I don’t know. But I do know that the nearest ship was two hours away, though. That was almost two—” His voice trailed off as he realized that a ship was jumping out of warp speed. “Sir, that may be our ship!” He shouted with glee. A fluctuation occurred in the void of space to the rear of the Enterprise, so that the vessel emerging from warp travel was shielded from the Judicator by the Enterprise. The ship was a Galaxy- class starship. It featured an oversized saucer section, which was detachable from the engine and main weapons section. This particular Galaxy- class starship happened to be the most modern of all the Galaxy- class ships to date. The U.S.S. Gettysburg was the last of the Galaxy- class ships, only recently commissioned. Picard smiled, then began a frown. They cancelled each other out, and he stood expressionless, watching as the Gettysburg got its bearings and oriented toward the battle. The screen flashed to life. The image of one of Picard’s former officers appeared on the screen. “Lieutenant Barkley! I thought they’d taken you out of service on board the Enterprise because of your mental conditions! Apparently they didn’t! And you must now be Captain Reginald Barkley!” The slightly balding man smiled, then laughed. “Yes! As a matter of fact, they recruited me to design a system so ridiculous that it could confuse the enemy, no matter who it was, make it effective 99% of the time, and effectively make them lose all radar knowledge completely! An ingenious system, to be sure! They liked it so much that they gave me command of my own ship! The last of its kind to be seen for at least 200 years!” Picard looked at him incredulously. “And they picked you to command her? Congratulations!” Barkley shrugged. “Thank you very much, Captain, but can we discuss this over tea and crumpets? I’m afraid that I don’t have time to idly chat right now. I shall later, though. For now, I’d like to have information on this little disagreeance we are having here.” “All I understand is that one man got very angry after I suggested changing their government system a bit. He became infuriated, shouted angry statements at me, and then fled to that ship, which, soon after, began horribly mutilating us. Is that enough?” “I understand, Captain.” Barkley turned away from the screen. “Commence firing. Here’s where the fun begins.” He turned back to Picard. “Just tell me where to fire.” “Sounds good to me!” “Have you found that torpedo yet?” shouted Brandei. “Yes, here it comes!” shouted back Ensign Porter. A wheeled cart emerged from a doorway, bearing the heavy load of a defective torpedo. This torpedo had no thruster assemblies mounted to it. Therefore, it couldn’t be launched, making it a prime target for the crew trying to scrounge up bombs. They immediately hauled it back to the transporter room where their team based operations. “Ensign,” asked Brandei, “would it be possible to beam an object directly into their reactor core?” “Theoretically,” she replied. “However, it probably wouldn’t materialize correctly after running into another solid object. There were a few tests run on that hundreds of years ago, and they aren’t worrying about it anymore. I can’t see why they aren’t, though.” Brandei sighed. “Not good enough.” Holus spoke up. “Why not try? Use this thermal detonator!” The ensign, deep in thought, finally spoke. “Actually, you probably could succeed. The only problem would be that it might not materialize correctly after the transportation is completed. If that happens, it could destroy itself anyway.” Mive countered, “But what happens if the thermal detonator blows up when it dematerializes? Surely pulling the atoms apart wouldn’t do any good for the systems. Would it?” Brandei’s half-smile melted into a frown. He turned to Porter. “Is that possible?” She sighed. “I don’t know. It is, but based on previous encounters with delicate instruments, I think that it wouldn’t detonate prematurely. Just an educated guess. You can form your own decisions. I won’t make them for you.” Brandei’s grim face stared into space. Ten seconds later, he turned. “Send that detonator away. It might just work. If you can get that thing through their shields and through the armor plating inside that reactor core, you should be OK.” He turned to the comm. board. “Captain Picard, it’s Brandei.” A few seconds later, a voice emerged from the speaker. “Picard here. What do you need, Captain?” “Do you have those shields down yet?” Ten seconds later Picard’s voice turned from one of tenseness and worry to one of glee. “Captain, another Federation warship has come to help us. We have just brought down their shields. Are you ready?” Brandei smiled. “I’m ready. We’re beaming Package 1 now.” Holus set the detonator on a pad, then stepped back. Bluish-reddish light flared from the transporter pad, then faded. The detonator was gone. They hovered over a monitor that showed the information that was being broadcast to the main screen on the bridge. It showed the Judicator, and several diagnostics. Suddenly, the Judicator shuddered, as if an explosion had occurred internally. Brandei half smiled, half frowned. He was almost successfully destroying the ship that he’d served on for years. It didn’t matter. He was doing it for the greater good. Even that explosion, though, hadn’t occurred inside the reactor. It had occurred outside, rupturing bulkheads and wreaking havoc on other internal sections of the ship. He wouldn’t have been surprised if the detonator had compromised the structural integrity of the bulkheads. He was prepared to load up the torpedo. “Package 2 on its way!” shouted Brandei to Picard over the comm. system. They loaded the torpedo and watched it beam away. They turned back to the screen to watch more. The Judicator shuddered again. Bursts of flame erupted from the star destroyer. “Direct hit!” yelled Brandei. That was all the more happy he could become. For at that point in time, the ship turned and jumped into the wormhole. Mive turned to Porter. “We hit her critical. Her core was definitely unstable. But they could have made it back. Barely.” He turned back to Brandei. “Well, boss, at least we know that we won’t have to fire on her for quite a while. At least she’s still in one piece.” Holus was downcast, though. “What’s wrong, Holus?” Holus looked forlornly at them. “My quarters. And I had just gotten redecorated.” Brandei sighed. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out. In the meantime, we’re going to the bridge. I want to see exactly what happened.” Well, there ya have it! -----signature----- "Everyone is stupid. Some are just stupider than others. Therefore, I'm with stupid."-Jacob Wenger Aiming to be a dern good Fanfic Trilogy: TREK WARS: The Empire Strikes Back at http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3910032 .
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