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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 1/4/02 5:48am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	OK, here's some more! Comments and encouragements welcome. Also, does anyone have a good name for Thrawn's sister? I need a name, and a good one, if you could help me out. Thanks! “Well, I must say that that was good work. Excellent, to say the least. We hit them well, and learned a lot about their strengths and weaknesses. If we’ve accomplished nothing else in doing this, we’ve learned how to combat them.” Brandei frowned. “I could’ve told you how to bring them down!” Barkley leaned forward. “Boys, the important thing is that we brought them down. Second order of business, who were they, and are they coming back?” Brandei leaned forward and addressed Barkley. “They are members of the Imperial Empire. They will most likely be back, in greater numbers.” Barkley moaned. “Great.” Picard’s face showed a look of disappointment. “I’d suppose that there are larger ships than that waiting to come after us.” Brandei nodded. “There are few larger, but there are larger vessels. Stronger vessels, faster vessels. Even ones that could ram this starship, and emerge unscathed, not even having to slow down.” Barkley looked to Picard. “That’s pretty bad.” Pellaeon was slammed back into the wall. “Get down sir!” shouted the first droid escorting him. “We’ve got company!” Both droids took precise aims and immediately began gunning down the stormtroopers blocking their exit. Soon the formidable squad of stormtroopers was decimated, all but one surrendering trooper reduced to a charred heap of burning flesh. The droids approached the stormtrooper and demanded his weapon. The stormtrooper hesitated, then handed the droids the blaster rifle. As the one droid handed the blaster to Pellaeon, the other used extreme pressure points to knock the stormtrooper unconscious. They continued running through the brightly lit, yet mostly deserted, corridors of the prison complex, encountering little resistance. Finally, they arrived at the hangar where a Lambda- class shuttle sat. “Welcome to the Shuttle 56. Please enter the vehicle now.” Suddenly, through the first droid’s unexpected recitation of a line commonly heard on luxury liners, a shot crossed the hangar. The unsettlingly quick reflexes of the droids was a great asset, as the first droid tackled Pellaeon while the second pulled his blaster rifle in line and gunned down his attacker. More stormtroopers entered the hangar. “Get in, Admiral!” shouted the shooting droid. Both the Admiral and the first droid suited words to action and ran to the shuttle’s boarding ramp. The second droid kept firing and dodging the shots. Unfortunately, one shot chewed through its leg, and it fell to the floor with a clatter and a metallic grunt. Pellaeon and the first droid were just sealing the ramp as that happened. Pellaeon saw the downed droid, and, though the faces of droids were virtually unreadable, thought he recognized the look of sorrow that suggested that it knew it was on the edge of defeat, of dying. He turned to the first droid. “Are you going to save him?” It looked up from his checklist. “No. He’s gone. He knows he’s gone. There’s nothing I can do.” As a final, heroic act, the second droid modified some of the settings on its blaster and lobbed it, much like a grenade, at his attackers. The attackers realized what he was doing, and tried to shoot at the incoming blaster. But it was no use. The bay rocked with the explosion of a grenade. When the smoke and fire cleared, the bay was full of wreckage and dead bodies. The shuttle lifted and backed out of the bay smoothly, thanks to expert piloting. Its lasers opened fire on the hangar, which exploded into a fiery inferno. They were safely away. Only when the prison space station was kilometers behind them, did the droid contact his superior. “General, we have the package, and are en route. You’re free to blow the place if you want to.” The comm. crackled to life. “We read you, CO-57. Prepare for tractor beam. We’ll guide you in. The General sends his compliments, and welcome home!” The droid turned to face Pellaeon. “Admiral, sit back and enjoy the ride. You’re in good hands.” Pellaeon smiled. “It’s hard not to have a better time then my time in that prison!” The droid seemed to smirk as much as its unimpressionable face could convey. “Admiral!” shouted a voice over the comm. systems in her quarters, “the prisoner has escaped!” Daala had just gotten out of the refresher station. “What?!” she exploded. “Where is he now?” “A man named General came in moments ago with a sizeable battle group. It took us a while to prepare our ships for battle, but we’re ready and engaging them right now.” “Is it the General? The one and only General?” “Yes, sir, I think so. The ships are of a peculiar design almost one hundred years old, but they’re working fine. His fighting is exceptionally well coordinated.” Daala sighed and continued putting on her uniform. “It’s definitely him. Keep occupying him while I get ready and come up to the Empress.” “Yes, sir. I think we have a few more ships on their way in, so we’ll probably be in a good position for a slugging match. The Chiss Web and Chiss Snare are on their way to prevent any hyperspace escape.” A fully clothed Daala stepped out of her quarters. “I’m on my way.” I'll be gone for a while, but I'll try to post again asap. -----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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Dally Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 1/4/02 8:46am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Sorry I am late in posting this....but I wanted to say you write well. And I like how you write Han.
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 1/11/02 8:49pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back - Date Edited: 1/23/02 5:34pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Thaddeus_Walters
	Voss Parck stood on the command walkway of the Vigilance. “Captain Shill, how long until we revert to realspace?” The captain consulted a display, then answered. “Forty-five seconds, sir.” Parck’s face was grim, but he knew that he’d have to do this. “They could’ve already taken the world. Be sure to be absolutely ready for premature dropout fifteen seconds early.” “Yes, sir. I’m relaying that message to the crewmembers now.” “Good. Where is Master Skywalker?” The captain consulted his readout again. “I’m right here,” said a voice from centimeters behind Parck. He turned in a defensive stance and reached for his blaster, then realized who it was. “I knew you’d need me. So I came. What do you want me to do?” Parck smiled, “First of all, don’t sneak up on me like that.” His voice and face suddenly became serious. “Please help in any way that you can. If you feel you can coordinate the battle well, do that, and if you feel you’d like to fly, well, my fighter is in the hangar. If you feel you want to shoot from the ship, that’s fine, too. But if we get any major damage… I’d like you to see if you could help us.” Luke nodded slowly. “As you wish. Where is Pacose?” Parck looked at Shill, who immediately nodded and consulted his readout. “Engineering. It looks like those guys need all the help they can—” Shill’s words were drowned out by the violent lurching of the ship as it was yanked out of hyperspace. An ensign in the crew pit called out. “Premature reversion to realspace, as suspected, Admiral. Two of our interdictor cruisers have got us, sir.” Parck’s eyes widened as he realized what had happened. “We’re too late! They’ve already captured the planet!” Captain Shill spoke up. “And it’s worse, sir. Our people are fighting on their side.” A horrible realization of what was to come swept over Parck. “It’s another uprising! All of the old Chiss ideals… gone.” Shill stirred Parck from his sense of unrealism. “Sir, General is here, engaging them.” Parck turned to him. “THE General?” “Yes, sir.” “Well, let’s go. We’ll help him, then get out of here as soon as we can. Deploy fighters, and get ready for a slugging match.” Thanks to everyone's comments! I enjoy writing this story because it incorporates Star Wars, Star Trek, and me! I also enjoy your feedback, be it encouragement, critique, or complement! You keep 'em coming, and I'll keep this coming! -----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: 1/11/02 10:06pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	I'm still reading this, and it's still as good as before. Excellent! -----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: 1/14/02 10:06pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Here's a bit more! “Admiral on the bridge!” shouted a lieutenant as Admiral Daala strode through the turbolift doors and onto the bridge of her Eclipse-class star destroyer, the Reprisal. “Back to your stations, ladies and gentlemen, we have a red alert situation, and I want us out there right now!” Daala strode to the front viewport, and, seeing little of actual battles, strode back to her command chair. Sitting down in it, she brought up ship diagnostics, ship statistics, visual views of surrounding space, and tactical views of the battle unfolding. The forces of the General and Parck were outnumbered and outgunned, but many of the ships that could be used against them were still in orbit, collecting the last crewmen coming up from the surface. General’s ships numbered to be four heavy cruisers, one battlecruiser, and ten light cruisers, which could’ve been a match for something other than Daala’s forces, which could bring ten Mark II Imperial-class star destroyers, a Mark I Imperial-class star destroyer, five Victory-class star destroyers, the Empress, the Perpetrator, a Super-class star destroyer, and three experimental Mark III Imperial-class star destroyers to bear. Only half of Daala’s ships were in a position for a slugging match with the General’s forces, but those ships were enough to give Daala the edge. With Parck’s forces entering the fray, and the aid of Luke Skywalker, General’s forces would have enough time to rescue Pellaeon and flee with their lives. Parck’s forces numbered to three of the Impstar Deuces, one of the Mark IIIs, and a Victory star destroyer. The general was sticking around, though, to inflict as much damage on Daala’s forces as he could. Parck was happy to compliment the General’s actions with his own. Daala shuddered, then shook her head. Her star destroyers were taking a beating. Many of her fighters were being blown away, and the battle was turning out in favor of the General and Parck. But not for long, thought Daala as she felt the Reprisal’s engines rumble, then whine as the ship surged forward. Her first battle. Daala smiled, then frowned as she thought of the one thing she’d overlooked when boarding the ship. Did they put her through the trials? She contacted one of the main construction supervisors, who informed her that they still needed to perform the final major tests to pronounce her spaceworthy. She considered executing the man, then thought better of it. It’s not completely his fault it’s not done. Besides, I’m too busy right now to have someone executed. She decided to keep this information to herself until after her victory, and would then order a complete inspection immediately. She smiled when she thought of how miserable everyone who failed to take her on trial runs earlier would feel when they would have to inspect every part of the ship, from the reactor core, to the fighters, to the central computer, and down to the smallest rivets and door hinges. She nodded, pleased with her effective and useful punishment order. The Massacre, the Annhialator, and the Mutilator, all three the new Mark IIIs under Daala’s command, were positioning themselves at the entrance to hyperspace that the General had slowly been drifting back towards. They began pummeling the Flagship, the Defender, the Vigilance, and the other ships at the front of the retreating group with turbolaser blasts and torpedoes. General turned to the head communications droid. “Well, are you done yet?” The droid looked up, still typing. “I’m almost done.” The General seemed to scowl, and a menacing growl entered his voice. “We won’t hold together much longer if you keep this up!” “Sir, it can take quite a while to download all government and top secret files, especially from a classified computer system from another world. And ESPECIALLY when the databanks are almost full!” General turned to the viewport. “We’ll dump the information when we get back.” He turned to the droid again. “In the meantime, GET IT DONE!” The droid stood up and strode over to the General. “Sir!” it seemed to shout, “the downloads are finished!” The General turned to it without acknowledging the sardonism evident in the droid's manner. “Good!” He slapped the droid on it’s back, which made a metallic clang echo through the bridge. He turned to the navigator. “Let’s go!” He turned back to the communications droid. “Get me Admiral Parck.” Soon, the image of Admiral Voss Parck shimmered in front of the General. “What can I do for you today, General?” “I have Admiral Pellaeon, and downloaded all government information from the planet. We’re going to go now. Sorry about the mess.” Parck’s face turned grim. “I’ll come with you. I have no life here anymore.” The General shrugged. “Suit yourself. You’re welcome with us. We’ll transmit you the coordinates.” “Looking forward to it. Parck out.” The General sighed. “This is becoming a mess.” I have to write more, so, hopefully, more 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: 1/17/02 7:59pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back - Date Edited: 1/23/02 5:39pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Thaddeus_Walters
	Here's some more! I'm working on staying ahead! The Mark IIIs were laying down fire and the Flagship and the others were taking a serious beating. Parck knew that there would be no time to generate other hyperspace coordinates. “Maintain course and heading.” “Sir,” piped up an ensign sitting at a battle control screen, “that course will take us dangerously close to a star destroyer!” Parck acknowledged that fact grimly. “Yes, but I have two ideas. Either we will play a game of chicken or we will get out the secret weapon and slip away.” “Sir!” shouted the Comm. Officer, “I’m receiving a transmission from General. They’re all classified, and they’re all files about the Mark IIIs, sir!” Parck strode to his chair and sat. “I’ll take them here.” Information immediately flowed across the screen. In that time, Parck had found a third solution. “Get the best slicer we have up here, now!” “Yes, sir!” Captain Shill. Precious minutes later, Parck sat in his ready room, discussing his latest plan with three slicers. “Men, how much do you know about slicing into government files and ship’s files?” The slicers shifted uneasily, as if they felt that they were being interrogated in court. Parck spoke again. “Gentlemen, this is very important. If you can’t slice these files, I can’t guarantee that we’ll make it out of here.” A loud explosion rocked the ship. Shill’s voice rang out over Parck’s comm. system. “Sir, the shields are down! We’re not getting enough power to power the shields, weapons, and engines without reducing their overall output!” “Yes, Captain, I understand completely! Find Skywalker, and ask him to do something!” “Pardon me for asking sir, but how can Skywalker help?” “Bring the engines up to maximum output. I want Skywalker there to regulate the power and to maximize the efficiency of the cooling system. That should be sufficient to power all systems, don’t you think, Captain?” There was a moment of silence as Shill considered what Parck had said. “Yes,” he agreed, “Shill out.” One spoke. “Yes, I have ample experience, and my colleagues do, too.” They scowled at him. “Just tell us what you need.” Parck smiled grimly. “I have downloaded government files into the ship’s database. Your job is to slice through the encryptions, find documents pertaining to the Mark III star destroyers, and find the override codes for each of them. The first one that gets it done gets a three-day leave. Use anything you need, within reason, to accomplish this task in the least amount of time you need. Move!” Well, I'll keep chunking away at more of 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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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 1/23/02 5:50pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Here's more. By the way, if anyone has any suggestions, or corrections to make in how I'm doing this, PLEASE, tell me in some way! (I especially need help with names. I can't think of any! Please think of ideas for Thrawn's sisters name! And what is "the Chiss Homeworld's offical name?) “Master Skywalker?” asked the chief engineer, “is it you?” Luke nodded. “What do you need me to do?” “Regulate the power to all systems, and maximize the cooling system. Is it possible?” Luke frowned. “I’m not sure, is it?” “Theoretically, for a Jedi.” Luke laughed.. “I don’t know. I’ll try.” The engineer clapped his hands together, then rubbed them. “Good. Let’s get to work.” Within moments they were at the main control panel, the engineer identifying all the controls for Luke, Luke nodding in understanding. Soon after that, Luke was standing over the boards, frowning in concentration, with his hands flying over the boards. The reactor was humming and throbbing as never before. The ship would survive. The General was in far worse shape than Parck. He was not getting through the blockade at all. The two Inderdictor-class cruisers were still prohibiting hyperspace travel, and the Mark IIIs were holding the Flagship far away. “Is there ANYTHING we can do?” The comm. officer turned to the General. “Sir, I just received word from Admiral Parck. He says that he’s working on a way to override the controls of those Mark IIIs. If we get them out of commission, we’ll get the Interdictors for sure.” The General turned to the droid. “Just stick to listening to the comm. channels. Never become a battle analyst or a General. But at any rate, it’s good that Parck’s trying something.” He looked out at the Mark IIIs on the horizon, then, seeing the many streaking lasers and missiles constantly being traded from the ships, looked at the diagnostic report. His shields were holding… at 5%. They would be down soon. The hull integrity was very weak, at 25%, and there was no end in sight for the battle. General would be caught, and the battle would be over. His careful planning, his tactical abilities, his objective… all gone. And he… he would have all of his tactics drained from him, then be thrown away, lost for all eternity. He shivered. No, he couldn’t let that happen! “Full ahead. We’re going straight at them. If Parck wants to come, fine, if he doesn’t, he can stay out while the odds get larger, but we’re leaving.” The ship rocked with an internal explosion. “Hull penetration!” screamed an officer. “Shields are down!” Suddenly Parck’s image appeared in front of the General. “General, I have the override codes for those ships!” The General nodded. “Finally! Let’s get moving, then! I’ll have one of my boys pilot one of those ships.” Parck nodded. “Yes, a good idea. I’ll have two of mine pilot the others. But perhaps we could slave our ships’ controls to yours?” “Yes, that would work well. I’ll get your controls.” “Thank you.” “No problem. I’ll see you later, on better grounds.” Parck smiled. “I’ll be there.” At that point, the Mark IIIs rolled to port and turned to face out of the system. After the initial hyperspace jump of the Flagship, the slaved ships began jumping to lightspeed, also. Within moments, a powerful task force was gone, and Admiral Daala was shocked. Well, here it is! Remember, SUGGESTIONS, SUGGESTIONS, SUGGESTIONS!! Especially names! -----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: 1/29/02 8:24pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Well, here's more. Comments, suggestions? Wedge sighed as he opened the door leading into his quarters. He was as tired as one could be. Throughout the day, he’d attended five different meetings all about the same subject and coming out with the same solution. All about the Chiss. Wedge had heard about fighting on the Chiss homeworld, but hadn’t heard anything from Luke. He told the officials from the meeting that Luke would call in time, but they didn’t believe him. They had, though, ordered him, the Lusankya, and Rogue Squadron to active duty. They’d also asked him what he’d do in case of a war to improve the military. He immediately thought of the fighters, and, so, he blurted out his idea of converting old star destroyers (or coming up with new plans for different ones) for use as starfighter ships. Wedge’s idea was to have a self-sufficient, full-repair facility built as a star destroyer (or other similar-sized vessel) that could house, repair, and defend up to thirty squadrons of fighters. He never believed that they would allow him to do such a thing, but he could try. This time, however, was different. He was asked to tell what he would want to see in a ship built for that purpose. They would then decide if it was feasible or not. He sighed again. He would never win, only hold his ground in a stalemate. He collapsed on his bed and fell asleep. He awoke to the sounds of his holovid player. “What the…” The sounds he was hearing were the sounds of old podraces. “Who would be watching them?” He ran out to his living room to find baby-faced, youthful, and funny Wes Janson, the perpetually mournful-faced Derek “Hobbie” Klivian, and Tycho Celchu sitting on Wedge’s repulsor couch, eating an old Alderaanian food. “What are you guys doing here? How’d you get in?” Janson laughed. “You shouldn’t leave your door open. Bad people could come in, fix themselves a big batch of pop-corn and watch reruns of memorable podraces on the Central History Network. It’s terrible, the kind of things that can happen to people.” Hobbie frowned at him. “We’re coming with you. We’d heard that the Lusankya and the Rogues were heading out, so we thought we’d come.” Tycho nodded. “We were transferred to your ship. We thought we’d share the good news with you.” Wedge collapsed on a nerf-hide repulsor-recliner. “Well, I can’t be angry at you right now. I’m too tired.” With that, he fell asleep. When he woke up again, he realized he was staring into the face of Wes Janson. “Aaaaugghh!” he screamed. Janson smiled. “He’s up!” he called to Tycho and Hobbie. Wedge began muttering insults at Wes, who just smiled blissfully. In the middle of one bunch in particular, he realized that the holovid player was gone. So was the couch, the desk, the chairs… everything except the chair he was sitting in. “What did you do with my stuff?” he cried. Tycho replied calmly, “Took it to the Lusankya.” Wedge started, looked at his chrono, then tapped it to make sure it was working. “Is it really this late?” Hobbie corrected with, “You mean, is it this early? You’ve been out for nine hours.” Wedge coughed. “Thanks, guys, but you didn’t need to do this.” Tycho blinked. “Got that, Wedge. But we’re nice people.” Wedge nodded. “Right. Anyway, I’ve got to be on the bridge in two hours.” He ran through the apartment, making last minute adjustments and picking up the few things that hadn’t been packed up and shipped away. He sat down in the chair and pointed to the door. “Well, O loyal minions, pick up the recliner and bring it along. We are leaving for the Lusankya.” “Maybe we gave him too much sleep,” Janson grumbled as he lifted the chair. Wedge laughed. By the way, is anyone going to the Star Wars Celebration, May 3-5? I might, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed! -----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: 2/1/02 6:27pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back - Date Edited: 2/12/02 7:42pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Thaddeus_Walters
	Well, here's some more. I would appreciate feedback and suggestions, especially suggestions! And especially for Grand Admiral Thrawn's sister! “Daala,” shouted Grand Admiral Tharn, “we’ve got to start our attacks now. Parck, General, and Pellaeon have gotten away, and they will side with the New Republic. Your Reprisal, Perpetrator, and Cerberus are almost ready. You may take control of the Reprisal, but I request the Perpetrator.” Daala looked at her and raised her eyebrow. “That’s surprising. I would assume that you would want the largest ship available to you.” Tharn blinked slowly. “Yes, I would, but I’ve learned the consequences of using the largest, biggest, most powerful ships. Don’t use them. Use lots of smaller ships. Large ships are always thought to be best, until attacked by lots of little ships. It’s happened to me before. I know. If you rely on your large ships, they will be your undoing.” Daala frowned. “I’ll succeed. I sincerely believe that you are wrong in your assumption.” Tharn nodded. “Look in the history books. There’s proof there. But we don’t have time right now. Let’s move. Immediately.” “Right. But where should we go first?” “Move on Bastion. It will not be hard to sway them, rally troops, and prepare for a war. We will issue a Declaration of War against the New Republic two hours before we attack at Coruscant. A strike at their heart will paralyze them. We will also strike Mon Calamari at that time.” “What do you mean? Mon Calamari is a long way away from the Empire!” Tharn nodded. “Yes, I agree! But, we’ll also attack Bilbringi, Kuat, Corellia, and the planets along the Perlemian Trade Route and Hydian Way intersection. You DO know where I’m talking about, don’t you?” “Yes, Chandrila, Brentaal, Ralltiir… them.” “The same ones. Yes, it will be a six pronged attack. Your Reprisal will take care of Coruscant, I’ll take care of the Perlemian planets, a task force led by someone commanding the Cerberus will attack Corellia, a small force will be required for Bilbringi, and Kuat will fall virtually by itself. There are a lot of pro-Imperial feelings there. It should be no problem.” “You’ve forgotten about Mon Calmari.” Tharn nodded. “We will need the most smaller ships there. Do you have a commander suitable for such an attack?” Daala nodded. “I’ll find someone.” “All right. I’ll let you know the details of everything. But right now, we’ll get ready and go to Bastion.” Well, anyone going to the Celebration? My family is budget-conscious, and I looked at the hotel prices... It's a bit iffy. I'm not sure I like it. But, I'm still keeping my fingers crossed! -----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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Tych_sel Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 2/1/02 11:09pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Well, here's a suggestion for Thrawn's sister's name: Volthar'nurodo. I'm going to have to keep an eye on this! -----signature----- "I had a dream I was a Jedi." - A. Skywalker "I am a Jedi, like my father before me." - L. Skywalker A Last Jump: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28296734&brd=10476 Destiny's Heir: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27819347/p
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 2/12/02 8:14pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Sorry that the posts have been coming less frequently. Thanks Tyc for the Tharn idea! (Tharn?) Mitt'hraw'nurodo=Thrawn therefore Volt(')har'nurodo=Tharn (?) I don't know. Leia looked at Han. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do! I’m going with Wedge, and you and the kids are coming with me!” Han gaped at her. “Why? There’s nothing happening! We’re safe on Coruscant!” “SAFE? Is Coruscant what you call SAFE? I call it a death trap! The longer I stay here, the more I HATE it! Han, something big is coming, and I don’t like it. Han Solo Almost Killed By Bomb! That droid the kids found, Luke being hunted down, a Chiss uprising, Pellaeon lost, and fleets massing around Bastion… Han, there is going to be a war. And Coruscant will be the first place they’ll hit. I tried to talk to Fey’lya, reason with him… but it’s no use. He uses everything for his own forms of political scheming. I don’t like it, not one bit. They’ll hit Coruscant, all the core worlds, all in one fell swoop… and Mon Calmari. Something has got to go soon. There’s too much tension. It’s been building up for so long… and when it happens, the New Republic won’t know what hit it. We need to leave before it happens.” She collapsed backward onto her couch and began sobbing. Han was quickly at her side. “All right, all right, we’ll go right now. I’ll get the Falcon ready, we’ll pack everything up, and get going. I’ll tell the kids.” She smiled a kind, yet sad smile through the tears she shed. “It’s not just being in battle. It’s that there is some dark, brooding presence. I don’t know. I’m just scared. I’ll be happier when we get off this rock.” Han smiled, then kissed her softly. He broke away and patted her on the back. “Well, get packing, I’ll tell the kids and get Ch—er—I’ll get the Falcon ready.” He faltered as he remembered the untimely death of his companion Chewbacca, who sacrificed himself to save a child on the dying world of Sernpidal. Leia smiled. “I know you feel sore, but I’ve got some very good, new co-pilots for you. They’re almost as good as Chewie.” Han scowled at her. “On the contrary…” his voice faded to a whisper as he walked away. “No one’s as good as Chewie.” With that, he turned and walked up the stairs to the sibling’s rooms. Leia sighed and, with a frown on her face, gloomily walked back to her bedroom. Han was bringing the family out to the [i]Millenium Falcon[i/], his modified YT-1300 Corellian freighter. It was his pride and joy, his baby, and had been with him through thick and thin, almost as long as Chewie. It still stung Han to think that his partner was dead. But when he opened up the ramp, his first sight was nothing like that of Chewie. He saw the face of a Noghri. With their skeletal, demonic, assassin features, they were a very scary looking species. When Han looked at it, he yelled, staggered back, and fell, with his piles of bags and suitcases flying everywhere. Leia laughed. “Han, get up! These are your new co-pilots! They’re just Noghri!” Han scowled and muttered under his breath, “But they’re Noghri, and they’re definitely not Chewie!” Wedge stepped forward as the repulsors for the Millenium Falcon cycled down. The boarding ramp opened, and Han and Leia stepped out, followed by the twins and Anakin. “Well, it looks like the whole family’s out for a ride! C’mon, I’ll show you your quarters!” As they walked down the corridors of the Lusankya, Wedge told them of what had just happened to the military. “We’ve all been elevated to at least alert status. I’ve been instructed to take the Lusankya out for patrol. We’re en route to the borders to patrol for Imperial ships. We should be there in three hours.” “Sounds good,” said Han as they walked into their suite. “Let me know if I can help in any way, Wedge.” Wedge stepped out of the doorway and smiled. “Thanks Han. I’ll holler.” Minutes later they were in hyperspace, hurtling toward a factor that would change the outcome of the coming war. What happens next? Stay tuned for Trek Wars: The Next Post! Well... I thought it was funny. Never mind. (Tharn?) -----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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Tych_sel Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 2/12/02 8:38pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Tharn sounds good, and that last post was good. Now the question is, will the Enterprise get drawn into the GFFA? -----signature----- "I had a dream I was a Jedi." - A. Skywalker "I am a Jedi, like my father before me." - L. Skywalker A Last Jump: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28296734&brd=10476 Destiny's Heir: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27819347/p
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 3/12/02 8:15pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	It will, eventually! Sorry I haven't posted in ages! The Internet's been spazzing out, but I can finally get online! Here's my next post: "General!" shouted an Ensign, "We have premature reversion to realspace! Checking cause." She looked into her screen, pressed a few buttons on her keyboard, and frowned. "Sir, I'm looking at the galactic map, and the stars are in all the wrong places! The planet we're approaching isn't even on the charts!" Wedge strode down into the crewpit and hovered over her. "What? You're right, but I don't believe it! Why would anyone lead us here unless…" He turned and stared out the viewport. He could see the faint dots of hundreds of ships against the planet's landscape. "Red alert! Prepare for a possible confrontation!" The world was small, with a very peaceful look, small oceans, and a plant green hue. Wisps of clouds swirled across the planet. It was a breathtaking sight, and Wedge was hoping that it was peaceful. Since it isn't on the charts, it'll either be peaceful or hostile. If your planet isn't on the galactic charts, you must not want to be seen. The orbiting ships oriented their bows toward the Lusankya and its other ships, a Mon Calmari MC-120, a new Nebula-class star destroyer, and an aging Kuat Drive Yards Assault Frigate, yet only their shields were up. A shuttle escorted by two light fighters was slowly traversing the distance between the fleets. "Looks like we've got company, General!" shouted an ensign. Wedge frowned, his eyes narrowing. "Ensign Napola, please refrain from shouting across the bridge. I realize that a shuttle is coming. We will track it with lasers, but also lower hold shields and allow it entry. I don't think it's hostile." Serek Duran, the ship captain, turned to him. "But sir-" he began to shout, but Wedge held up a hand. "I appreciate your concern, Captain, but I have final judgment. Have Han, and Leia come to the bay. This should be interesting." An ancient Old Republic Corellian transport touched down on the deck with its repulsorlifts whining, steam hissing from vents, and gleaming red paint in all of its former glory and splendor. Leia just shook her head and turned to Han. "That makes the Falcon look like a new piece of trash." Han looked at her and scowled. Wedge, however, was facing forward, his head held high, facing whatever he might come up against, whether it be friend or foe. The hatch opened, and a droid stepped out. It was roughly skeletal, with a tan base paint over which various medals and liveries had been painted. Though it was a droid, it looked important. Wedge's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you the commander of all," he pointed out of the bay into space, where the ships lay in wait, and to the planet beyond, "this?" The droid seemed to straighten even more than he was before. "Yes. I am General." "You? A general? With whose army?" "It's not a question of whose army. That is my army. And I'm General. The General. And you, Wedge Antilles, may call me General. Actually, Captain, Ambassador Solo, you may also call me General. In fact, your whole armed forces can call me General." Wedge was skeptical. "Who are you? And what do you want?" The General seemed to smile. "I am just who I appear to be. I am the only droid commander of an army in this entire galaxy. My men plainly call me General." Leia stepped in. "Why did you bring us here?" "Quite simple. The New Republic is now on the brink. War will break out any minute. It's only a matter of time. Actually, a matter of hours. Daala is back." Han cut in. "The Admiral Daala?" "The same. She's teamed up with a Chiss admiral, a female." Wedge frowned, then jokingly said, "I'd suppose that she's Thrawn's mother or sister." General poked him. "Precisely! Tharn, Grand Admiral Volt'har'nurodo, to be exact. She's Thrawn's sister. And she's every bit as bad as Daala and Thrawn! They're planning an attack on Coruscant, Corellia, Mon Calmari, and Chandrila and the rest of the Hydian Way/Perlemian Trade Route worlds. She's also going to take Kuat, but they've always been partial to the Empire. That's why I brought you here. I needed to tell you this!" "This is ridiculous! What are you? Who are you?" The General scowled. "It doesn't matter right now. Daala and Tharn could be on their way any moment now!" Leia blinked, then sprang into action. She turned to Wedge. "General Antilles, set a course for Coruscant. Spare no power. We've got to get back now!" She turned to the General. "General, it has been nice meeting you, but you must return to your ships. Will you help us?" He nodded. "I'll help. I'm going to Chandrila and those planets. I have some agents that I must get out. If you don't mind, of course." "No, but you must hurry. Thank you once again!" "You're welcome," he called as he ran to his ship. "But I have one more thing to tell you." He turned to Leia and Han. "Luke is fine. He's with me. Should I send him over? He's very anxious to see you all." Leia smiled and Han grinned. "It's good to see that he's alive!" exclaimed Leia. "How many lives can one guy have?" joked Han. General seemed to smile. "Apparently, enough! Well, he's on his way over right now. I'll be on my way back. The best of luck to you! Farwell and Godspeed!" With that, he jogged up into his transport. It rose soon after and took off toward the many ships. Mere moments later, Luke's X-Wing touched down on the deck. Leia ran to meet him. "Luke!" she exclaimed. "Leia!" shouted Luke. "Han!" "Hey, kid! Nice of you to drop in!" Luke's gaze swept back to see Wedge, standing back 10 feet from the family hellos. "Wedge! I mean, General Antilles! What are you up to these days?" Wedge smiled. "The usual. Politics, internal affairs, drills, routines, border patrols, putting up with Janson's jokes…" Luke laughed. "Still hanging around with the same bunch, eh?" "Yeah, I-" Wedge stopped, realizing what he'd forgotten to do. He thumbed on his comlink. "Jump to hyperspace." As the stars enlongated for the trip in hyperspace, Wedge added, "forgetting my duties." (Whew!) There, it's up! I'll have another one shortly! Comments, questions, suggestions... I'm still accepting all three! -----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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Tych_sel Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 3/12/02 10:57pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Are we going to be seeing any of the NJO characters showing up in here, like Jag Fel, for example??? Other than that, glad to see you're back and posting!! -----signature----- "I had a dream I was a Jedi." - A. Skywalker "I am a Jedi, like my father before me." - L. Skywalker A Last Jump: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28296734&brd=10476 Destiny's Heir: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27819347/p
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Tych_sel Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 3/12/02 10:59pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Are we going to be seeing any of the NJO characters showing up in here, like Jag Fel, for example??? Other than that, glad to see you're back and posting!! -----signature----- "I had a dream I was a Jedi." - A. Skywalker "I am a Jedi, like my father before me." - L. Skywalker A Last Jump: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28296734&brd=10476 Destiny's Heir: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27819347/p
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