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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 4/1/02 10:17am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Well, here's another post. Picard is up for a short appearance next, and I'm going to fit lots more of starfleet in soon! Wedge paced back and forth along the command walkway on the bridge of the Lusankya. The ship had entered hyperspace almost an hour ago. Wedge had been pacing back and forth for the better part of that hour. Captain Duran was almost worried that Wedge would wear a hole in the walkway from pacing back and forth so long. “Captain,” Wedge broke the silence, “I don’t understand all of this. All of a sudden, right after the Yuuzahn-Vong crisis, nonetheless, all pandemonium breaks loose! This General guy shows up, tells us that Daala has returned, Thrawn’s sister is here, Luke’s just arrives, why?” Captain Duran frowned. “I don’t know. I almost don’t believe that I trust that General guy. But… listen to him. I believe that he’s the best chance you’ve got.” “General, you didn’t tell them about me.” Admiral Parck frowned as they walked the long corridors to Parck’s waiting shuttle. “There was nothing to say about you,” General replied. “Where shall I go, though?” “Chandrila, Raltiir… the Hydian Way/Perlemian Trade Route worlds. I’d suspect that there’ll be a lot of chaos there… and if there’s anyone who can handle chaos, it’s you!” Parck smiled grimly as they walked through the door to the hangar bay. “Thanks. Well, I’d better deploy my fleet. How long until they attack?” “My guess is that they’ve already deployed… Somewhere around 800 hours. It gives them a good day of fighting. It’s 650 right now, so you’d better get ready for an attack. I’m going to get going.” As they were about to leave each other, and Parck was closing the hatch to his shuttle, General yelled. “Hold on! I’ve got one more thing to tell you!” He trotted over to Parck. “Get as much equipment and personnel out as you can. I doubt that we’ll be able to push them back… they have the element of surprise. I’m afraid that we’ll have to fight guerilla-style. The New Republic territories will have to accept control by the Imperial government for at least a few years before we can successfully push them back… and that is being optimistic. I don’t know how we’ll get out of this one.” “What about Pellaeon?” The General fell limp for a few seconds, then immediately slapped himself. “I completely forgot about him! He’s been in recovery ever since we got him back! I’ll talk to him immediately, and get him to go to Bilbringi! Great work, Parck! Now, hurry up! Get out of here fast!” With that, the General ran out of the hangar bay, and Parck’s shuttle lifted off. “Admiral? Admiral Pellaeon?” General shook Pellaeon awake from the bed where he lay in the recovery room. “General? Wow! I’m glad to see you!” Pellaeon smiled as he sat up. “I haven’t seen you in ages! Where’ve you been?” “Fighting,” General said grimly. “But I need your help. The Empire is becoming recorrupted. I need you to help keep them from reinvading the New Republic. You must take the Chimaera and the other loyal ships under your command to Bilbringi immediately!” “I don’t suppose, then, that we have enough time to catch up for a while.” “No. Daala and Tharn are already preparing for an attack. We need to defend ourselves as long as we can. I need you to take all the ships still loyal to you to Bilbringi, where you will take as many ships and as much equipment as you can. That way, when Daala attacks you, she won’t be able to get much at all.” “Sounds good to me, General. I’ll send a transmission to my officers in the fleet and pack my bags. And get out of these stupid flimsiplast pajamas. That’s the only thing I’ve been complaining about lately! But, anyway, I’ll be leaving within five minutes.” General nodded. “Well, best of luck to you, then. I’ll let you go. I’ve also stored mission logs into your computer on the Chimaera. You can read them en route. Get going.” “Goodbye, General. I’ll be back!” with that, Pellaeon made an about face and trotted off toward a turbolift. There it is! By the way (I feel stupid for asking), what is GFFA? I have been busy reading LOTR. I don't like the NJO that much, but I'm working my way through it. I'll put Jag Fel in somewhere. -----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: 4/15/02 2:08pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Sorry... I'm working on MORE! To the top. -----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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Jade243 Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 4/15/02 4:16pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	i just found this. i like it, keep up the good work -----signature----- 'Yes... this is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... This Land.' 'I think we should call it your grave.' 'Ah. Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal.' 'Hahaha. Mine is an evil laugh.'
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 4/22/02 9:19pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Thanks, Jade! I like your signature! What's your picture of, anyway? Here's more! “Do they believe you, Captain Picard?” Brandei anxiously awaited outside Admiral Reed’s office. Picard’s face was grim. “He understood the idea, but he doesn’t see the whole spectrum of things that could happen because of this. He said that he’d look into it and dismissed me.” Brandei scowled. “Just like most of my superiors. Dim-witted, dull, easily angered… I don’t like them one bit!” Picard allowed himself a small smile. His face returned to its grim state. “Well, we can’t just mope because we’ve been rejected… Let’s return to the ship. I have a hunch that more of them will be here soon. I need to make sure that we have at least some defense against them.” Wedge bit his lip. He was on the bridge of the Lusankya, two minutes from the reversion to realspace. Han and Leia were in the main docking bay, ready to launch for starfighter combat. Jaina was with Rogue Squadron, ready for combat. Jacen and Anakin were also prepared for battle, in starfighters loaned by Wedge and Captain Duran. “One minute to realspace!” a lieutenant’s voice rang out. Wedge swallowed loudly. He was anxious and nervous. The Yuuzahn-Vong crisis had lowered Wedge’s level of confidence. He longed for the good old days, when he was told what to do and how to do it. He could rely on a dour comment by Hobbie and a witty comment by Janson, followed by Tycho telling them to be quiet. Now he was getting old. So were they. They were still decent, but not near as good as they had been in their prime. Wedge shook his head. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about that. “Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five…” the hyperspace travel was almost over. The New Republic was hanging by a thread. And it’s my job to see that it can be salvaged, thought Wedge, as the ship and the rest of his fleet entered realspace. “We’re early!” shouted one crew member. “Not early enough…” mumbled Wedge. “Deploy fighters, and have them conserve as much energy as they can. I don’t want to have to be constantly bringing in fighters for refueling and rearming. Charge up the weapons batteries, yellow alert.” Wedge knew that the Imperials would soon come out of hyperspace, ready to strike. General would not lie… or would he? Wedge began to doubt himself, his crew, and the New Republic itself. He shook it off. That’s the kind of idea that makes you go crazy and not think straight. Pull it together, Antilles. He was thinking of the New Republic, the only light in an ever-increasing world of darkness and despair, which was even itself becoming corrupted. Just like the Old Republic. “Sir!” shouted a voice from the crewpit. Wedge jumped up from his seat, startled. “What?!” “Sir, we have ships coming out of hyperspace, and lots of them! I bet it’s the Imperials!” “Red alert! Power up all fighters and order them to engage! Shields up! Charge defensive fields! Bring all lasers to full power, and prepare the torpedos and concussion missiles for launch!” Wedge gulped loudly. But the fear that had momentarily shaken him had subsided, replaced by a sense of calmness and cool efficiency. “Bring us into range immediately! I want us right on that Eclipse as soon as possible!” He heard gasps from the crew pit, but his crewmen followed orders. He smiled grimly. They we willing to die just like he was. He shook his head, but felt the reassuring throb of the reactor working harder to supply the power to the ship. Soon the ship’s engines whined and the ship surged forward. The first wave of enemy vessels emerged from hyperspace. Wedge shuddered. He was up against a formidable foe already. He saw 3 Mark II Imperial-class star destroyers and 5 refitted Victory-class star destroyers, and thought he could detect many smaller frigates and cruisers far away against the starry background. He strode back to his command console, where Captain Duran awaited him. “General, we have 14 ImpStar Deuces, 9 Vics, some…” his voice trailed off as he saw Wedge’s befuddled look. “Sorry sir, fighter—” “I know what it is!” Wedge interjected. “Fighter jock slang. It’s just been a long time since I’ve heard it used.” “Right sir, anyway, here are the numbers.” He handed Wedge a datapad. “I’ll go supervise the crew, sir.” “OK.” With that, Wedge strode to the front of the ship. He saw the last ship jump out of hyperspace, a ship that inspired terror even greater than that of a Super Star Destroyer. “Daala’s here,” he murmured. The Lusankya was only two kilometers away as the Reprisal dropped out of hyperspace and readied its shields. “Fire all weapons at that Eclipse!” he yelled. Soon after, torpedoes, turbolasers, and ion cannons began blazing away toward the massive ship. Wedge was moments too late, though. The ship was able to get its shields up before any serious damage was inflicted on its armor. Wedge frowned. It would take too much firepower now to destroy the menace. “Alright, lets move into the fight. We’ll find which ships need the most help, and rescue them.” Wedge didn’t realize all the surprises that Daala’s ship hid. That was what would lead to an even more disorganized retreat from the planet than had been anticipated. “Citizens of the New Republic,” Borsk Fey’lya’s voice rang out through the Senate Chamber, “you can no longer rely on the New Republic for services. The Imperial fleet waits above to capture this planet once the shields come down. When they come down, the New Republic will evacuate, and any who wish to escape the Imperials may leave also. Let it also be known that the New Republic cannot sufficiently protect any of you, if you come. You are on your own.” With that, the planetary communications grids stopped broadcasting Fey’lya’s short speech. Fey’lya turned back to the various senators huddled in terrified groups. He briefed them on what was soon to happen. It would happen too soon. Uh-oh. I've got a lot written right now. All I need to do is post! If you find any big mistakes, let me know! -----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: 4/27/02 12:00am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Here's more! “Hey, Anakin, there’s a—” warned Jacen. “I just got it.” Anakin flew past Jacen’s X-Wing in a modified A-Wing, blasting away at various TIE fighters. “Boy, you’re slow!” “Shut up! You got first pick!” Jacen destroyed two more TIE Interceptors. “I can at least pick heavy targets!” He pumped a stream of torpedoes into a small gunboat. “Yeehaw!” Anakin shook his head. “You must’ve learned that yell at the Academy. I bet that I was sick that day.” “You were!” Jacen and Anakin made a formidable team, quickly rising to the rank of Aces due to their great skills in the Force. Their total would come to over 40 fighters by the end of the battle. Jacen, the most moral of the Jedi, decided that the justification for his actions was that he had held off the Empire long enough for people to escape from Coruscant. Aboard the Reprisal, Daala was feeling very pleased with her battle. She had been able to obtain many TIE Defenders and Chiss fighters, so her casualties were comparatively light. “Captain,” she called. She was there immediately. “Yes, Admiral?” Daala smiled devilishly. “Should we bring down their shields now?” She cackled. “Yes!” Daala stood up. “Prepare to fire the superlaser!” A voice came from the crewpit. “Superlaser charging up. It will be ready in two minutes.” “Wonderful! Let me know the exact moment it is ready.” “Yes, sir.” Daala sat back down and watched the battle unfold. She was proud. All her years of planning, scheming, training troops; all of this preparation was apparent here. Her TIEs were fighting extremely well and her star destroyers, even without those that had been stolen, were winning the slugging matches and devastating the Golan-class battle stations. The Reprisal remained little challenged. It sat in the middle of the conflict. Every once in a while it would lurch forward, backward, or to the side to hopefully disable or destroy an enemy ship by ramming it. The massive banks of turbolasers helped destroy enemy capital ships, and would sometimes get a lucky strike against a starfighter. “Sir, the superlaser is ready!” shouted the voice. Daala got up and strode to the bridge, smiling in anticipation. “Great! You may fire on the planet when ready.” Short-lived soft gasps were heard below. She smiled, “I’m sure that the planet itself won’t be harmed. Coruscant has a very strong shield. It might even take more than one superlaser blast to break through the shielding.” Moments later, the ship shook from stem to stern, and a blinding green-white blast erupted from the bow, streaking toward the planet. Daala never flinched as the auto-glare feature kicked in on the transparisteel, turning it opaque, and shielding the bridge from the harsh glare. “Sir,” came a different voice from the crewpit, “there has been significant damage done to the shields. Their energy is only down to 10%, though. We’ll have to wait for the superlaser to charge to take it down completely.” She scowled at Coruscant, and cursed its defenses. “I’ll be the judge of what I do during this battle.” She lowered her voice, “But I will agree with you.” She raised it again. “We will wait for the superlaser to be charged to 50% of its full capacity. How long will that take?” The captain calculated the numbers on her datapad. “Approximately 15 minutes.” She swore again, this time at the slow recharge of the superlaser. “When we have time, I want the recharge rate of the superlaser cut in half!” “I’ll note that for later.” The captain began entering data into her datapad. “Cut the sarcasm captain.” “None implied.” “Oh.” Daala laughed. “Thank you.” Wedge cursed as he noticed a flash of light impact on the shields. He knew what it was as he saw the purple-blue-red shockwave spread across the shield surface. “Duran! Daala’s got an armed superlaser on her ship!” he called out. Duran’s mouth gaped open. “Really?” Wedge nodded grimly. “It’s true. Find out how bad the shields are down there. I have a feeling that they’re weak, but intact.” “Yes, sir.” “And figure out how much damage that superlaser inflicted. Find the shield strength at the point of impact, and figure out how much power she has. I think that we’ll be able to predict how long it will take for her to fire it again. It’s a long job, Captain, but we’ve got to get it done.” “Right. I’ll be off.” Duran trotted out of the bridge to begin work on the calculations. Wedge sighed heavily and watched the battle continue. The Lusankya was currently engaged with the three Mark II Star Destroyers. The Lusankya was almost evenly matched, due to the higher maneuverability of the smaller star destroyers. It had an advantage, though, in the form of Rogue Squadron, the veteran fighter pilots-turned-fighter-controllers, and the Solo family, out blasting away at the Imperials. Well, questions, comments, suggestions...? I'm open to 'em all! -----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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Jade243 Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 4/28/02 7:19pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	good post.. btw.. the pic is a chiss starfighter. -----signature----- 'Yes... this is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... This Land.' 'I think we should call it your grave.' 'Ah. Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal.' 'Hahaha. Mine is an evil laugh.'
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 5/3/02 12:50pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Hee Hee! Poor Fey'lya's in trouble! Hee Hee! Does anyone have a good name for a Yevethan Chief Engineer? Here's the post: Just like old times… thought Han as he blasted away at Imperial TIE fighters in his top gunwale turret. “Leia, I’m up to ten! What’re you up to?” “Fourteen! Ha!” Han grumbled under his breath about stuck-up princesses. Suddenly the Millennium Falcon was inverted, and swooped up under an aging Nebulon-B frigate. The gut-wrenching turn was too much for the inertial compensators to handle, and he heard something snap loose from the hold. He slapped the intercom. “Tell me when you’re going to do that next time!” “We are terribly sorry, Captain Solo. We were only trying to evade some fighters and give you a chance to destroy others. We will keep your comfort in mind when executing such maneuvers again.” “You’d better not—” but the intercom went dead and the lights flickered as a shuddering impact was felt. “What was that?!” yelled Han. “A concussion missile just hit!” yelled a Noghri. “We are not harmed by it, for the shields took the hit. Our hull is still holding well, a credit to the sturdiness of your ship.” “You don’t have to tell me how wonderful my ship is,” he growled, “I already know how wonderful it is!” “Han!” Leia shouted. “Stop it, and put your mind to shooting things!” Han scowled and turned back to space, venting his anger through the quad laser cannons he was wielding. Jaina Solo was worried for her family members. She knew that her mother and father would be together, fighting side by side again. Her brothers, if they were actually going to fight, would certainly be flying together, if not in the same fighter, then working as a pair. She was working with her flight group. “Ten, cut to starboard, you’ve got a trip on your tail and I’m gonna vape ‘em for you.” She shot a pair of torpedoes into the back of a TIE Defender. “Nine, snap-roll to port. You’ve got an unknown on your tail, and I bet it’ll take four torps to get him.” Jaina spared a glance behind her to see what looked like an oversize TIE prototype. “It’s a Chiss Clawcraft, I think… my aunt and uncle told me about them. They’re very powerful and very maneuverable. Don’t underestimate them.” Jaina tried every maneuver she knew to shake him, even tried to use the Force to push him off-balance, but he was toting a ysalmiri, the only creature in the galaxy known to push back the Force in a sort-of bubble. “I can’t shake him!” she screamed. Suddenly, she closed her eyes, and let herself be consumed by the Force. She immediately felt everything around her; every obstacle, every person, even the Chiss, with their Forceless bubbles of protection. She flew as she had hardly flown before. The experienced Chiss behind her was working hard to stay even near her, much less on her tail. Soon she felt the energy of the proton torpedoes as they impacted on the Chiss Clawcraft. She felt something was wrong, and lost her concentration on the Force. “Don’t destroy it! I have a feeling that he’ll be of use to the New Republic. Get a shuttle to tow that thing into the Lusankya.” “As ordered, Lieutenant.” Jaina continued blasting away at the enemy fighters. “Admiral, we’ve got power to the superlaser!” Daala quickly rose from her chair. “Perfect! Fire when ready!” “Sir!” yelled Duran. Wedge spun around. “What?” “According to our calculations, her superlaser would take about half an hour to charge. She wouldn’t be able to stand it that long. We picked the second best probability, a half-charged superlaser blast. That would effectively destroy the shielding, while leaving the planet itself unharmed. Unfortunately, that would mean that she would fire within two minutes.” Wedge froze for a brief second, then sprang into action. “Get me Fey’lya! Now!” “Yes, sir! He’s on now.” “Fey’lya?” Wedge yelled at the figure coming into focus in the small holoprojector in front of him, “are you there?” An obviously irritated Fey’lya greeted him. “What do you need, Antilles?” “I need you to get everybody out of there as soon as you can. Daala will fire her superlaser at Coruscant again in less than a minute. If you can’t boost any more power to the planetary shields then you have already, then don’t expect them to hold past the next blast.” “You’ll have to tell that to Drayson. He’s the one in charge of this ground operation.” “I want YOU to make sure this is done right! Don’t fail me, or half the New Republic employees on Coruscant will be arrested by the Empire.” Fey’lya felt defeated. “Yes. I’ll do it.” “DO IT NOW! GO!” Wedge shouted, and terminated the connection. Thanks for all the support guys, but I'd like to hear more from you! -----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: 5/13/02 8:25pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Please think of a name for a Yevethan engineer! Here's the next post! “Three… Two… One… FIRE!” ordered the captain. The ship shuddered again, weapons ceased fire, and lights dimmed as the superlaser fired. The blinding green light once again impacted on the surface of the shields. The blue-green light waves shimmered as they spread across the shielding, which soon buckled and faded. The shields were down. The voice from the crewpit substantiated that claim. “Their shields are down!” Daala smiled. “Get into position and begin surgical strikes at the planet’s surface!” “Admiral,” pleaded Fey’lya to Admiral Hiram Drayson, the ground organizer of the invasion, “we’ve got to evacuate! They have the shields down!” “No!” screamed Drayson, “we will not! We will get those shields up now, before they can get into position to destroy us!” He turned to an aide who was at his side, “Get every available scrap of power you can spare and feed it into those generators! I need those shields up now! The sensors show that drop ships are already launching!” “Yes, sir!” The aide turned and ran. He turned back to Fey’lya. “Fey’lya, you received a transmission from Wedge, did you not?” He gulped. “Yes.” “What did he tell you? Did he warn you about the shot?” “Yes.” “Great!” exploded Drayson, “we may’ve lost almost the entire New Republic governing body thanks to your bumbling inadequacy! Leave, and help others evacuate!” Fey’lya glared at him, sighed, and quickly walked out the door. Wedge shuddered as he saw the drop ships launch. If they got inside… it would be all over. “Move us to a position in between Coruscant and those drop ships! I want Rogue Squadron there immediately! No drop ship will get through!” The Lusankya’s engines throbbed and roared to life. It surged forward through the battle, trading blows with the Reprisal as they passed, and picking off drop ships. It drifted into place, blocking Coruscant from the Reprisal and its drop ships. Daala smiled. “Antilles has only one big ship. The planet’s shields are down, and our other ships can just as easily launch their drop ships! Order them to launch!” The star destroyers started moving away from their slugging matches to launch the drop ships into the atmosphere. Wedge cursed as he saw the other ships begin their launches. “Get me a channel open to Drayson!” “You’re on, sir.” “Drayson, can you get those shields up?” The image of Admiral Drayson came into focus. “We’re working on it, Wedge.” “You’d better stop working on it and get it done! We can’t hold these drop ships off any longer!” “We’re rerouting power from everywhere we can!” He turned away from the camera for a few moments, then turned back, smiling. “We’ll have them up in ten seconds!” “Great!” smiled Wedge. “Get them up faster, if you at all can!” Drayson smiled. “We’re all right!” Wedge glanced at a screen and smiled also. “Good! I see that your shields are up! Congratulations!” He immediately sobered. “But remember, Daala can quickly wipe them out faster than you put them up. You still have to evacuate as soon as possible!” Drayson’s smile also faded. “Yes, Wedge, we’re well aware of that.” “How long can you be evacuated?” “About 15 minutes. We’ve implemented Operation Slash/Burn.” “Slash/Burn? I’m not sure I’m familiar with that Operation.” “We’ve mounted all planetary defenses and weapons on mobile, space worthy vessels. We also take every piece of New Republic property we can get our hands on, and take it with us when we retreat, leaving nothing behind for the enemy to use.” “Good tactic. Well-known, but good, especially the mobile platforms…” Wedge trailed off as an explosion rocked the ship. “I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you when you leave. Just leave as soon as you can!” “Yessir! Drayson out.” The projection faded. Wedge turned to Duran, who had approached him. “We need 15 more minutes.” Duran shook his head. “We don’t have 15 minutes to spare. The power is getting low in the core. A large chunk of the ship has been damaged. That’s what the explosion was.” “Where?” “Section 5, Decks 35 through 56.” Wedge cringed. “That’s terrible! How many are hurt?” “Estimates are 250 killed, 900 wounded.” He sighed. “Vital statistics, please.” Duran looked at his datapad. “Shields, 20%, Hull Integrity, 30%, operating 534 turbolasers out of 750, operating 387 out of 500 ion cannons, ammunition down to 32% for proton torpedoes, 25% for concussion missiles. Engine power is down to 79% of optimal, power core putting out as much as she can without spiking dangerously high. We aren’t in terrific shape, sir.” “I realize that.” He tapped a button. “Commander?” The comm. crackled to life. His Yevethan chief engineer, (INSERT NAME HERE), answered irritatingly. “Yes?” “Can you give me any more power?” “No!” “Can you keep everything up for fifteen more minutes?” “I guess. It’s quite hectic down here, though! I’m not sure how long we’ll be able to hold this ship together, but we should be able to keep it together for fifteen minutes, but don’t push it!” “With Daala’s star destroyer breathing down our back, I don’t know how we can’t push it. Wedge out.” He sighed. “This is going to be a long day.” “What do you mean, Wedge?” asked Duran. “I should be going to bed right now. This is annoying.” “I’m sorry, sir. None of us wants to be here right now.” “Good point.” “By the way, where did we ever get a Yevethan engineer?” “Beats me!” OK. Questions, comments, suggestions, NAMES for a Yevethan engineer (I feel like Beetle Bailey asking for 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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Jade243 Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 5/13/02 9:09pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Good post. Sorry, I don't know of any Yevethan names. -----signature----- 'Yes... this is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... This Land.' 'I think we should call it your grave.' 'Ah. Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal.' 'Hahaha. Mine is an evil laugh.'
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 5/16/02 9:46pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Hey! Happy AOTC day! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW! I went to the midnight and 7:00 p.m. showings! I feel so great! I went to school today, and the only reason I survived my classes was because of my Mountain Dew and Pepsi! Here's a small post for you. “Commander, get me more coverage on those shipyards! They’ll be here soon, so take the incomplete ships to the rendezvous point immediately!” “Yes, sir!” Admiral Ackbar, a Mon Calmarian, was the most famous Admiral in the history of the New Republic, and had recently come out of retirement to help win the war against the Yuuzhan-Vong. He was anxiously waiting for the Imperials to jump out of hyperspace. “Deploy fighters.” “Yes, sir.” Ackbar thought. He tried to remember the briefings he’d had on the most notable commanders of the Imperial Military. He wasn’t sure who he’d be fighting against. Most of them had similar favorite tactics, though. He would at least be able to predict their first attack. The area was eerily silent, with little activity. Too little activity… he thought. “Commander, do we still have that Crystal GravField Trap?” Commander Armen consulted a readout. “Yes, sir. It’s in cargo bay 2. Should we get it out and set it up?” Ackbar nodded. “If it isn’t too much trouble, yes.” “Very well. I’ll see too it personally, if you don’t mind.” “Please do! And hurry! I don’t think that we’ve got much time!” “Yes, sir!” said the Mon Calmari, who quickly shuffled out of the bridge. Once again, happy AOTC day! -----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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Jedi_Johnson Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 5/17/02 10:16am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Interesting proposal. Keep it up. -----signature----- Former Member of Gryffindork House Are you part of the Round Table? Check out my blog: http://nerdsoftheroundtable.com Long live the forceboat parté T.B.
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 6/26/02 8:44am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	AACK! I'm sorry I've been away so long! Don't post on your board for a month and you end up on board #19! Here's a whole bunch! “Commodore,” yelled General. “Can you hear me?” “Barely sir! I can also see you, but the image is very snowy!” “Sit tight, we’ll try to boost transmission and reception strength!” General muttered orders to various droids and pointed at some panels and consoles. “Sir, we barely have time for that!” The General stopped in his tracks. “What? Talk to me.” “Daala will arrive in just a few minutes. You need to cut this transmission and make it to Centerpoint Station immediately!” “Why?” He heard shouts and blaster fire. “What’s that?” “That’s our resistance. The Imperial commandos have already taken half of Centerpoint Station. From there, they can most likely destroy anything in this galaxy that they don’t like! It isn’t looking good for us, General!” “I understand that. We’re coming in.” “Where are you?” “Why, we’re in the Corellian System! We’re just beyond the last planet’s orbit.” “Really?” “Certainly! You don’t believe that we’re stupid or anything, do you?” He paused for a moment. “Don’t answer that. Just hang on a second, and we’ll be there.” “Sir, Daala’s forces are coming through!” shouted an ensign. “Red alert! Reorient our bow toward them, rolling on our lateral axis.” Admiral Parck turned. “Then I should know if my suspicions are correct.” “Yes sir,” came a reply. Parck and his flagship were in orbit above Chandrila. His large fleet was spread out over the relatively close worlds. At least four capital ships were in orbit over each planet. Parck was commanding the Defender again, with another Mark II Star Destroyer and two Mark IIIs. He was confident that they would be able to tangle with anything they encountered. The ship banked, then pulled the nose up, so it was looking at the forces at a 90° angle. Parck saw the forces, and noticed a course change on one star destroyer. “It’s not Daala, or any human. It’s Tharn!” He heard a gasp echo through the bridge. “We’ll make it out easily, though. I may not be able to defeat Tharn, but I can give her a run for her money. Our main objective is to keep her forces at bay until the locals get clear. Don’t worry.” Parck gulped. He wasn’t so sure. He vowed to be not overconfident, yet not be timid. He needed bold and aggressive plans to deal with Tharn. “Bring us overhead.” “Sir,” approached Captain Morendo, “that would mean that we’d be directly over Tharn’s Super Star Destroyer, wouldn’t it?” “Exactly! We need aggressiveness to win this battle, or at least hold it in check!” “Of course, sir.” “Admiral, they’re launching fighters!” called out the commander. “Launch ours! General Hoern should know how to best tangle with them.” Hundreds of small dots, both visually and on the sensor screens, converged in the space between the two capital ships By this time, the engines were throbbing and the ship surged forward. The fleet in front of them, two Mark IIs, the Super Star Destroyer, and a Victory-class star destroyer, grew in the viewport. Parck checked his sensors and realized that they were heading toward the Defender at a similar rate of speed. As the three smaller ships sped by, the Defender streaked toward the Super Star Destroyer. The ships finally reached each other. Parck’s ship proceeded to pump all available firepower into the bridge, while Tharn’s Perpetrator tried to maneuver out from below them to get better shots at them. Finally, the Perpetrator launched a salvo of concussion missiles. They impacted on the shields of the Defender, draining the much-needed power to the particle shields. Another salvo was launched, then another, and another. The Perpetrator wasn’t in good shape either. The bridge shields had been reinforced so many times that Tharn couldn’t count each power shunt. The star destroyer hanging above was doing much damage to her shields and hull, but she was doing much more. “Alright,” announced Parck. “Bring us behind her engines.” The Defender slowly and lazily drifted back to a position behind the engines. This was a very vulnerable part of the ship, as fewer turbolasers and missiles could be launched at an attacker sitting close behind the engines. Parck knew this, and was appreciating the smaller size of his ship right now. “Rotate on horizontal axis to bring bottom side weapons to bear,” ordered Morendo. Parck paced to the front viewport as he watched the stars pinwheel as the ship rotated. He quickly went back to his command chair when the Perpetrator was hidden from view. “Fire all available weapons on my mark. Three… two… one… MARK!” His visual displays dimmed to a reception so dark that little could be seen of the hundreds of energy and missile weapons being fired. He looked at his tactical display, which showed all shields down with heavy damage to the engines. It was a blessing, yet a curse, for he knew that while Tharn wouldn’t be going anywhere soon, Tharn would be stuck in orbit around the very world she was trying to capture. There would be no chance of her leaving now. Parck sighed and slumped into his chair, but immediately sat up as an explosion shook the ship. “What was that?” Morendo jumped into the crew pit as another explosion rocked the ship. “Sir, they’re doing about what we were doing. They’re concentrating all their firepower into large salvos too. This isn’t good, because we’ve lost most of our hull integrity (we’re down to 25%) and our shields are down to 10%. We’ve lost damage control, and Sections F and G, levels 20 through 25 are without power. Primary Engine 2 and Secondary Engine 3 have been damaged. We’re down to 85%--” another explosion interrupted Morendo’s report, “no, 80% of functioning turbolasers, and 92% of ion cannons. 92% of all our torpedoes have been used.” Parck frowned. “That definitely isn’t good.” He fell silent for a moment, thinking. “When will the other ships be here?” Morendo consulted a tactical report. “Sir, the closest will arrive in 5 minutes. They’re two Victory II star destroyers. If we can hold on that long, then we should be in good shape.” “I don’t know if we can, Captain.” Parck looked out over both star destroyers, surveying the damage. “We can pull back, but they could limp home. I don’t like this. Retreat to a safe distance out of the range of their guns. If they make a move, we go back up to them and start blasting them.” Morendo looked somberly at him. “If we have anything to blast them with.” “Good point. Order the fighters to draw back over us. I want us to be able to protect them easily.” “Yes, sir,” said the communications officer. He immediately spoke into his headset. “General, it’s getting a bit tight here!” complained an exasperated Commodore 7. “Can’t you get here sooner?” “In time, Commodore, in time. Be patient, we’re on our way.” The commodore originally commanded 120 droids. 75 of them were dead. The commodore lobbed a grenade at approaching stormtroopers. “Private 783048-F3, evacuate the rest of the living personnel and seal off this area for depressurization.” “Yes, sir.” A droid turned and trotted off down the hallway. The troops were trapped in a narrow access corridor. All the walls were bare unpainted metal. Blaster scorching was seen everywhere. Bolts blazed in the space between the droids and the stormtroopers. Their original mission was to evacuate all New Republic personnel and all of the General’s droids. They would also lock down Centerpoint Station’s planetary repulsor system in case anyone could find a way to operate it. The encryptions put on the computer systems would take a dedicated team of Imperial hackers literally years to figure out, for General’s men were droids, and had limitless programming space dedicated solely to encrypting and decrypting codes and files. The Commodore was in charge of this mission, and was expecting minimal resistance. Yet he’d come to expect the unexpected. When he’d arrived, the resistance was minimal, as he’d expected. He wasn’t counting on the 236 armed stormtroopers waiting for him in the hallway outside. They’d closed in from both sides, penning in the droids. Fortunately, the Commodore was expecting to cut some sort of metal during their mission, so he’d brought a cutting droid, who immediately drilled a hole in the bottom of the hallway. The commodore felt a change in the air. The depressurization was occurring. He sighed in relief. The stormtroopers would be a mess. The droid felt compassion for the depressurizing troops. “Stop depressurization. They’re unconscious. We’ll take them with us for interrogation.” He wasn’t sure if that was the logical truth, or a lie designed to mask the strange compassion he held for those who were ready to kill him. He’d come to wonder if he could tell the difference anymore. He sighed. It’s a thoroughly human idea, and one that’s not needed or expected with droids, he thought. At that moment he heard clattering coming up the hall. He felt the rush of wind as it filled the hall. He turned to see prison droids coming up the hall, ready to put stun cuffs on the stormtroopers and haul them away in small repulsor skiffs. The stormtroopers were short work for the extremely strong, well-armed, and well-armored troops. The Commodore smiled. All in a day’s work. Whew! Alright, I'll keep posting. C'mon people! I need some more comments on this story! Thanks for all you've given me so far, though! -----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: 7/2/02 7:42am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Here's more. I probably won't post for a week and a half. Think of names for anything for me. I'll use 'em! Admiral Gilead Pellaeon, supreme commander of the Imperial Loyalist forces (commonly referred to by New Republic soldiers as Pellaeonic forces) was hard pressed to evacuate all of Bilbringi’s warships. Not that people were being evacuated, but the warships themselves were in danger of falling into Imperial hands. Pellaeon was standing at the front of the bridge of the Chimaera, holding a datapad readout of the proceedings. His expression was grim. “At this rate, Captain, we won’t be able to completely power up and move all of these ships out of the system, it will take at least four more hours. We don’t have four hours!” He fell silent. Captain Ardiff sighed and tried to wipe away a scuff mark off the floor with his boot. Pellaeon looked back to him, then stared down at his boot. He frowned, and Ardiff stopped. Pellaeon shook his head slowly. Ardiff never would’ve made an Imperial captain 30 years ago. If it weren’t for Ardiff’s creative mind, Pellaeon would have doubts about him being captain in the first place. Pellaeon reminded himself that this wasn’t thirty years ago, and that he couldn’t find many men better trained for the job than Ardiff. Ardiff turned to Pellaeon. “Sir, what if we began slaving vessels navicomputers to ours?” Pellaeon shook his head. “That wouldn’t have much effect, and we would have to transfer crew members over to every ship. I’m not so sure.” “Sir, it’s better than nothing…” Pellaeon snapped at him. “We already have every engineering team off ship doing repairs on all of the vessels that don’t have sublight capability! It’s impossible!” During Pellaeon’s verbal assault, Ardiff stood quietly at attention, giving Pellaeon the utmost respect. Pellaeon did notice that, and sighed. “I’m sorry, Captain. I guess I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately. Forgive me.” Ardiff smiled. “There is no need for forgiveness, Admiral. Go get some rest. I’ll signal you if anything goes wrong.” Pellaeon nodded exhaustedly. “Thank you, Captain. Remember, Daala’s attack might start soon. Be ready for anything.” He turned to leave, then turned back, “see if you can slave their navicomputers to ours. You’re right. That might help.” With that he strode off the bridge. “Admiral,” came a voice over the intercom. “Admiral?” It became more panicked by the time Pellaeon answered it. “Admiral Pellaeon, sir!” Pellaeon sat up. “Yes, what is it?” “Sir, we have incoming ships. More of our own. They’ve come to help with the evacuation, but tell of an attack on Coruscant. Sir.” “I knew of the Coruscant attack, Ensign. What about it?” “Well, sir, they guess that any Imperial fleet will arrive here within a half-hour. You might want to get up here, sir.” Pellaeon stretched, stood up, rubbed his aching back, and replied, “I’ll be right there.” He was still massaging his back when he left the room. I’m to old to be doing this sort of thing. Okay! I'll be back in a while! Questions, comments, 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: 7/14/02 1:56pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	C'mon! Somebody please read and give me feedback! Admiral Ackbar waited impatiently. “Have they installed the Crystal Gavfield Trap yet?” A Mon Calmarian ensign looked at a readout. “Yes, sir.” “Great! Feed the readings into my dataport.” Ackbar tapped a button on his repulsorchair. A holoprojection came to life. The CGT showed gravitational disturbances off the port bow. The disturbances became more noticeable, as the field grew larger and larger. Ackbar’s jaw dropped. He realized that it was exactly what he suspected. He turned to Commander Armen, who was looking over a Lieutenant’s shoulder at a readout. “Commander, we have an interdictor cruiser off our port bow!” The Commander turned to him, then quickly shuffled to the readout that Ackbar was studying. “Do we attack, sir?” “Yes. Red alert! Shields up. Charge turbolasers and missile launchers, but only fire with ion cannons.” Ackbar looked out the viewport, then to his readout, and to an ensign. “Feed those coordinates to the cannon operators. They may fire when ready.” Thirty seconds later, blue ion blasts lit up empty space near Ackbar’s ship. The bolts seemed to penetrate the area where a cruiser was supposedly hidden. Soon after, though, electricity was seen streaking across the outline of a ship that resembled an Imperial-class star destroyer. The ship fully decloaked. It turned to run, firing at all ships it could. A Mon Calmarian ensign turned from her console. “Sir, they’re powering up gravity well projectors!” Ackbar turned to her, then to the interdictor cruiser. “Do what you must to shut down those projectors!” The ship kept running. Ackbar knew it would only put up such a big fight if a fleet was coming in. “Herd it in to one side of where it’s going. And get those projectors down!” The ship was finally decimated. Ackbar wasn’t happy, though. He never wanted to have casualties on either side, even if it was unavoidable. He wasn’t satisfied that the visible threat was destroyed, though. He knew that a fleet was on it’s way. Ackbar smiled grimly. They had relied too much on their hidden cruiser. That would be their downfall. He turned to the viewport and stared out to see a star destroyer. He looked briefly at it, then turned to view other ships, but quickly turned back to it. He scrutinized every inch of it’s hull. He was still uneasy with it’s presence. “Commander Armen,” he called. The Commander was at his side in an instant. “Yes, sir?” Ackbar gestured to the Mark II Imperial- class star destroyer. “Do you see that ship as a threat?” Armen looked at it. “Not completely. I’ll still look at it closely, but it is allied with the New Republic.” Ackbar nodded. “Run a visual scan on that ship. Graph it’s power readings. Then come back and show me your findings. And don’t ask, yet. Just hurry.” Armen looked at him quizzically. “Yes, sir.” -----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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StormtrooperVF101 Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 7/14/02 5:54pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	You write very well. And I just found your story and I must say it's a very good one. Please post more soon. -----signature----- American by birth, Southern by the Grace of God.
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