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StormtrooperVF101 Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 7/15/02 11:55am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Up!! -----signature----- American by birth, Southern by the Grace of God.
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StormtrooperVF101 Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 7/17/02 11:15am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	ahem You haven't forgotten about this now have you? UP!! -----signature----- American by birth, Southern by the Grace of God.
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 7/19/02 8:11am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Creative minds need time! I'm working on more, but I think faster than I type! -----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: 7/24/02 7:54pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Okay, here's a really long post - but it's worth it! “Shields will fall in ten seconds.” The voice of Captain Duran rang throughout the ship. Wedge and the Lusankya had been dragged into preoccupying Daala and the Reprisal, and was now trading shots with Daala’s ship. “Nine seconds…” “Eight seconds…” Tycho Celchu, Wes Janson, and Hobbie Klivian were seated at stations in the exposed communications tower. Tycho turned to Wes. “Nice view from up here, eh Wes?” “Sure, if you like the possibility of being the first part of the ship to be blown off if the shields go down!” “Seven seconds…” Hobbie Klivian looked into a viewscreen. “Concord Five, you’ve got three fighters on your tail. I suggest you…” “Corsair Two,” broke in Tycho, “roll to port. Polearm Three, take care of his problem.” Wes turned back to his work. “Novas, escort freighters designated A-145, A-130, and A-100.” “Six seconds…” They had been coordinating the fighter battle for almost an hour. Much of their duties were like what they were right now, hectic. They worked with 16 other coordinators to give the fighter squadrons helpful information on how to best fight the battle. “Five seconds…” Tycho turned to see data scrolling across a display. “All ships not currently assigned to a transport will escort a civilian transport of your own choice. There’ll certainly be enough of them flying away.” “Four seconds…” “Ladies and Gentlemen, entities of all races, this is General Wedge Antilles speaking. (Three seconds). I’ll meet you all at the rendezvous point. (Two seconds). Good hunting.” “One second.” The evacuation of Coruscant would be interesting, to say the least. Costly ground emplacements were loaded quickly onto landing barges and prepared for a flight out of system. Captain Melvin Stargazer of the New Republic Corps of Engineers was proud of his work. He’d successfully paired a planetary turbolaser with a planetary shield generator on a landing platform together. He knew it would make a devastating pair, deflecting almost all of the laser bolts that rammed into the shielding. The planetary turbolaser could eliminate all opposition. He smiled, also knowing that this pair of multimillion credit emplacements would be used to destroy enemies of the New Republic in the years to come. “Ten seconds.” He quickly rushed up the ramp, onto the landing barge’s platform, and inside the control cabin. The shield generator was warming up, and would be ready by the time they left the atmosphere. Melvin smiled, thinking of how safe they would be inside this ungainly craft. It certainly wouldn’t be hard to survive the battle above with the armament on the landing platform. The largest problem would be fitting inside the Lusankya without allowing destructive energy to destroy the hangar bay where they were to land. Melvin was confident that they would make it easily. “One second.” The ship surged forward, gaining momentum slowly but surely. It rose above many of the buildings on Coruscant. He was glad he’d had his wife and kids leave earlier; he didn’t want them leaving during the chaos that was soon to come. Already riots had broken out in the buildings. There were no police; only citizens were left to defend their shops and homes against looters. He looked forlornly on what had been his home for years. It was once again rising into confusion at the takeover of a new government. He sighed and turned as they entered the atmosphere. They turned toward the Lusankya, with its blows against the Reprisal well visible. The ship’s shields were finally powered up and ready to go. They blasted through TIE fighters with ease, lumbering toward the Lusankya. Wedge looked out at the scene he’d hoped that he’d never have to see again. Turbolaser blasts pummeled the shielding that remained. He saw the startling dissipation as the shields failed, and hundreds upon thousands upon millions of ships of all shapes and sized streaked up through the planet’s atmosphere and entered space. Wedge felt a heavy blow to the ship, and looked to port to notice that a salvo of concussion missiles had exploded against the Lusankya. He looked to the bridge shields. He realized that there weren’t any. He keyed a communications terminal. “Tycho, get your guys out of the communications tower!” The communications tower had an emergency shield generator. It was, though, very small, and guaranteed only fifteen seconds of safety after the bridge shielding came down. It offered a maximum of forty-five seconds. It didn’t matter. Tycho had to get the twenty people off the tower immediately. “Evacuate the tower! I’ll be down in a moment.” They didn’t hesitate to follow his orders. They filed to the two turbolifts on either side of the tower and were quickly gone. He issued an all-frequency announcement to the fighters. “You can no longer depend on the fighter control members of the Lusankya’s crew. Good luck. We’ll see you at the rendezvous point.” With that, he ran to a stairwell. He was blown the last ten feet as a blast ripped through the tower. A proton torpedo demolished it. Wes and Hobbie quickly helped him through the door, and other members of the crew activated the blast door. It strained against its hinges first in toward the ship, then toward space. The depressurization had occurred. Tycho sighed with exhaustion. It had been a long day. The departure from Coruscant was quick. The Lusankya rolled to starboard, exposing the still-shielded underbelly to the fire from the Reprisal. It stalled the Reprisal for the precious minutes it took for most of the ships to leave. A few New Republic ships were captured, but most of the civilian craft made the jump. Many, but not a significant percentage of, New Republic capital ships were destroyed. More than one met its fate at the hands of the superlaser of the Reprisal or its heavy shielding and armor plating. The remainder of the fleet limped off to live to fight another day. Daala was pleased with the job her people had done of chasing away the New Republic ships. It would be a task, though, to sort through the damaged Coruscant and stop the madness that ensued from the Imperial capture. That would preoccupy many of the Imperial troops in the months to follow. Melvin and his crew of engineers made it through the battle and safely docked inside the Lusankya. The Solos made it through the battle unscathed, although Jacen’s B-Wing was shot out from under him. The fighter Jaina had asked to be towed in was a fighter holding Jagged Fel, son of the legendary Imperial pilot Baron Soontir Fel. Not all the New Republic was crushed, though. Yet. The other battles were still being fought, some losing, some winning. Well, there you have it folks! Nice to have lots of encouragement, Trooper! -----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: 7/24/02 7:57pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Okay, here's a really long post - but it's worth it! “Shields will fall in ten seconds.” The voice of Captain Duran rang throughout the ship. Wedge and the Lusankya had been dragged into preoccupying Daala and the Reprisal, and was now trading shots with Daala’s ship. “Nine seconds…” “Eight seconds…” Tycho Celchu, Wes Janson, and Hobbie Klivian were seated at stations in the exposed communications tower. Tycho turned to Wes. “Nice view from up here, eh Wes?” “Sure, if you like the possibility of being the first part of the ship to be blown off if the shields go down!” “Seven seconds…” Hobbie Klivian looked into a viewscreen. “Concord Five, you’ve got three fighters on your tail. I suggest you…” “Corsair Two,” broke in Tycho, “roll to port. Polearm Three, take care of his problem.” Wes turned back to his work. “Novas, escort freighters designated A-145, A-130, and A-100.” “Six seconds…” They had been coordinating the fighter battle for almost an hour. Much of their duties were like what they were right now, hectic. They worked with 16 other coordinators to give the fighter squadrons helpful information on how to best fight the battle. “Five seconds…” Tycho turned to see data scrolling across a display. “All ships not currently assigned to a transport will escort a civilian transport of your own choice. There’ll certainly be enough of them flying away.” “Four seconds…” “Ladies and Gentlemen, entities of all races, this is General Wedge Antilles speaking. (Three seconds). I’ll meet you all at the rendezvous point. (Two seconds). Good hunting.” “One second.” The evacuation of Coruscant would be interesting, to say the least. Costly ground emplacements were loaded quickly onto landing barges and prepared for a flight out of system. Captain Melvin Stargazer of the New Republic Corps of Engineers was proud of his work. He’d successfully paired a planetary turbolaser with a planetary shield generator on a landing platform together. He knew it would make a devastating pair, deflecting almost all of the laser bolts that rammed into the shielding. The planetary turbolaser could eliminate all opposition. He smiled, also knowing that this pair of multimillion credit emplacements would be used to destroy enemies of the New Republic in the years to come. “Ten seconds.” He quickly rushed up the ramp, onto the landing barge’s platform, and inside the control cabin. The shield generator was warming up, and would be ready by the time they left the atmosphere. Melvin smiled, thinking of how safe they would be inside this ungainly craft. It certainly wouldn’t be hard to survive the battle above with the armament on the landing platform. The largest problem would be fitting inside the Lusankya without allowing destructive energy to destroy the hangar bay where they were to land. Melvin was confident that they would make it easily. “One second.” The ship surged forward, gaining momentum slowly but surely. It rose above many of the buildings on Coruscant. He was glad he’d had his wife and kids leave earlier; he didn’t want them leaving during the chaos that was soon to come. Already riots had broken out in the buildings. There were no police; only citizens were left to defend their shops and homes against looters. He looked forlornly on what had been his home for years. It was once again rising into confusion at the takeover of a new government. He sighed and turned as they entered the atmosphere. They turned toward the Lusankya, with its blows against the Reprisal well visible. The ship’s shields were finally powered up and ready to go. They blasted through TIE fighters with ease, lumbering toward the Lusankya. Wedge looked out at the scene he’d hoped that he’d never have to see again. Turbolaser blasts pummeled the shielding that remained. He saw the startling dissipation as the shields failed, and hundreds upon thousands upon millions of ships of all shapes and sized streaked up through the planet’s atmosphere and entered space. Wedge felt a heavy blow to the ship, and looked to port to notice that a salvo of concussion missiles had exploded against the Lusankya. He looked to the bridge shields. He realized that there weren’t any. He keyed a communications terminal. “Tycho, get your guys out of the communications tower!” The communications tower had an emergency shield generator. It was, though, very small, and guaranteed only fifteen seconds of safety after the bridge shielding came down. It offered a maximum of forty-five seconds. It didn’t matter. Tycho had to get the twenty people off the tower immediately. “Evacuate the tower! I’ll be down in a moment.” They didn’t hesitate to follow his orders. They filed to the two turbolifts on either side of the tower and were quickly gone. He issued an all-frequency announcement to the fighters. “You can no longer depend on the fighter control members of the Lusankya’s crew. Good luck. We’ll see you at the rendezvous point.” With that, he ran to a stairwell. He was blown the last ten feet as a blast ripped through the tower. A proton torpedo demolished it. Wes and Hobbie quickly helped him through the door, and other members of the crew activated the blast door. It strained against its hinges first in toward the ship, then toward space. The depressurization had occurred. Tycho sighed with exhaustion. It had been a long day. The departure from Coruscant was quick. The Lusankya rolled to starboard, exposing the still-shielded underbelly to the fire from the Reprisal. It stalled the Reprisal for the precious minutes it took for most of the ships to leave. A few New Republic ships were captured, but most of the civilian craft made the jump. Many, but not a significant percentage of, New Republic capital ships were destroyed. More than one met its fate at the hands of the superlaser of the Reprisal or its heavy shielding and armor plating. The remainder of the fleet limped off to live to fight another day. Daala was pleased with the job her people had done of chasing away the New Republic ships. It would be a task, though, to sort through the damaged Coruscant and stop the madness that ensued from the Imperial capture. That would preoccupy many of the Imperial troops in the months to follow. Melvin and his crew of engineers made it through the battle and safely docked inside the Lusankya. The Solos made it through the battle unscathed, although Jacen’s B-Wing was shot out from under him. The fighter Jaina had asked to be towed in was a fighter holding Jagged Fel, son of the legendary Imperial pilot Baron Soontir Fel. Not all the New Republic was crushed, though. Yet. The other battles were still being fought, some losing, some winning. Well, there you have it folks! Nice to have lots of encouragement, Trooper! I'm contemplating whether the end of part one will be sooner or later. Hmmm... probably later. -----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: 7/25/02 11:13am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Nice posts, T_W. Sorry that I've been silent for so long, but I've been busy with my own fics. You're doing well, but I'm wondering where Picard and his crew have disappeared to. Or will you be getting back to them at some point? Force be with you, Tych_sel -----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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StormtrooperVF101 Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 7/25/02 12:48pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Great post! But it seems that The General has disappeared again. -----signature----- American by birth, Southern by the Grace of God.
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Thaddeus_Walters Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 7/26/02 8:07am Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Eventually you'll see a whole lot of Picard. But not yet. Since Coruscant has fallen (sheds a tear), I may focus on the other battles. It's quite hectic at the moment in the story, and that's why it's confusing. If you think it's confusing at all. You'll see more of General soon. Thanks for your posts! Commander Armen returned with the power readings. “Here they are, sir.” Ackbar’s face grew grimmer and grimmer. He began to explain his uneasy feelings about the star destroyer. “These power readings grow at an alarming rate from the time of the decloaking of the interdictor cruiser. Then they level out, albeit at a higher level. This leads to the possibility of another gravity well projector. They have also abstained from having us on board their ship, and from the glimpses that we have been able to get of them, they are operating on a skeleton crew. We can substantiate our ideas by checking their ship using that gravfield trap. But it would be deeper than that, as they would be our enemies if that were true. I’ll check with them. Get someone to use that gravfield trap.” Armen smiled. “You sounded so professional there.” “When you have experience with these kind of things, you tend to sound professional. Get moving. We could already be too late to affect the outcome of anything.” “Have you gotten much out of the shipyards yet?” demanded General. “Yes, sir. A few freighters, some gunships and corvettes, but not much else, sir.” “What about the guns? The torpedoes, the missiles? How about those amazing Corellian engines we all hear about? Get some of them!” He paced to the front of the bridge. “Remember that we’re supposed to keep all the ships we can away from the Empire before they can get their hands on them. And what good is a ship without a weapon?” “Point taken, sir.” The General and most of his fleet was scattered out through the Corellian system. They were attempting to evacuate all New Republic ships and unsold ships preparing to be shipped elsewhere. General didn’t appreciate it very much, but he realized how important this mission was. He’d ordered the lockdown of all the planetary repulsors. The planetary repulsors of the Corellian planets had become well-known within the last ten years. It had been explained that these planetary repulsors, including an oversized one inside Centerpoint Station, had been used to maneuver planets from other systems into orbits around Corell, the Corellian system’s sun. Each one also had enough power to smash a ship. “Sir,” said an ensign, “we have incoming ships. All Imperial.” Once again, thanks for the posts! I'm chugging away at the story, but it's long and tedious work! -----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: 9/3/02 7:40pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	AHHH! Back to posting after a month-long hiatus of Internetlessness. Admiral Parck looked over the slugging match he was in with the Perpetrator. Was, he reminded himself, for the Perpetrator had been rendered helpless by the Defender, its engines destroyed. He sighed. The situation he was in was not a good one. “Sir, what do we do with Tharn and her ship now?” asked Captain Morendo “I haven’t a clue, Captain. Our main goal is to evacuate all of Chandrila that must leave.” “Well, sir, we’ve chased off three of the four star destroyers. The other one has been captured and is being boarded now.” “Great! What about our people in orbit over the other planets?” “We’ve got battles, but most of our people are doing well.” “Good. See if we can aid them in any way.” “Sir,” interrupted the communications officer, “we have an incoming transmission from the Perpetrator. For you only, sir.” “Thank you Ensign, I’ll take it over here at my command display.” He walked over to the holoprojector. It flared to life, showing Admiral Tharn. “Voss, darling, I don’t think I’ll ever have time to say this again, but why?” He gasped, astonished. He stumbled, found a chair, and sat down, confused. “Why what, Tharn?” “Why must we be on opposite sides of this fight? Why did it have to happen?” He scowled bitterly. “Because you and Daala tried to kill me.” “Darling, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. What can I do?” He looked at her impassively. “You could leave what your doing behind and come to our side.” She shook her head. “That’s not possible.” He sighed. “Then there’s nothing you can do.” “Can we still be lovers?” “Possibly. If we’re alive after this.” She looked as though she was almost ready to cry. “Voss, my darling, I had no choice. You must understand. I’m sorry!” “I’m not sure if I do understand. After the war, we’ll try this again. Parck out.” He terminated the connection. Captain Morendo stepped up to Parck. “What was that all about?” Parck stared through the front viewports, a distant look on his face. “Admiral Tharn used to be my lover. They kept me in charge, as a figurehead, but she was always exploring, fighting races back.” One by one, the officers on the bridge turned to look at him. “We slowly lost contact, but we’d try to get together at least once a year. And now this. I’m not sure if I can survive this war, physically and mentally…” He sat up, startled, and saw Captain Morendo. He stood up and adjusted his uniform. “Sorry about that. Anyway, let’s continue our mission.” “Yes, sir.” Admiral Pellaeon sat up in his chair as he saw ships arrive from hyperspace. “Who are they?” An ensign consulted its consoles. “All Imperial.” He sighed. “How many of the Bilbringi ships do we have out?” Another ensign turned to him. “90%, sir.” “Get that 10% out immediately.” He turned to Ardiff. “Red Alert, prepare for battle.” Ten star destroyers surged toward Pellaeon and his fleet. Pellaeon stiffened as he realized that most of these were top of the line new star destroyers. He sighed, as he knew that they wouldn’t be able to win this battle, at least not easily. “Sir!” shouted a lieutenant, “the Guardian is here!” Pellaeon turned to see the lieutenant. “What?” “The Guardian just came out of hyperspace! They’re still on our side!” Pellaeon seemed to brighten. “Send Captain Celesse my compliments! I think we might not be in bad shape at all!” “I think we’re in bad shape, General.” “Great! You’ll get a commendation for stating the obvious, Captain.” General turned to an ensign. “What’s their ETA?” “Sixty-six seconds, sir.” The General shook his head. “Not good. How strong is their fleet?” “About a class five. Not exemplary, but bigger than ours.” “And do we actually have more on the way since Coruscant fell?” “General Antilles might be coming here.” “Is that it?” He sighed. “I believe so.” “Too bad. Prepare for battle, then. Standard defense tactic D-11/38.” He turned to watch smaller cruisers dart through the fleet and between the comparatively enormous star destroyers. The many droid fighters met the oncoming combination of TIE-based fighters, from the old and outdated, yet still useful, TIE fighter, through the highly advanced TIE Defender, the Schmitar Assault Bomber, and on to the large Chiss clawcraft. The droids had an advantage, though, being almost as creative and spontaneous as the organic pilots. That meant that they could fly as unpredictably but pull through tighter turns than an average organic pilot. “Bring our ships in closer. Concentrate our firepower against those star destroyers!” He saw other ships that seemed star destroyer-esque in nature. They also resembled the Chiss clawcrafts. He recognized them instantly. “Captain, we have Mitt’ghar’noe-class destroyers here, too!” He sighed. “This isn’t good.” The General’s ships streaked toward the enemy vessels to an uncertain fate, guns blazing. Well, I'll try to post 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: 9/3/02 7:44pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	AHHH! Back to posting after a month-long hiatus of Internetlessness. Admiral Parck looked over the slugging match he was in with the Perpetrator. Was, he reminded himself, for the Perpetrator had been rendered helpless by the Defender, its engines destroyed. He sighed. The situation he was in was not a good one. “Sir, what do we do with Tharn and her ship now?” asked Captain Morendo “I haven’t a clue, Captain. Our main goal is to evacuate all of Chandrila that must leave.” “Well, sir, we’ve chased off three of the four star destroyers. The other one has been captured and is being boarded now.” “Great! What about our people in orbit over the other planets?” “We’ve got battles, but most of our people are doing well.” “Good. See if we can aid them in any way.” “Sir,” interrupted the communications officer, “we have an incoming transmission from the Perpetrator. For you only, sir.” “Thank you Ensign, I’ll take it over here at my command display.” He walked over to the holoprojector. It flared to life, showing Admiral Tharn. “Voss, darling, I don’t think I’ll ever have time to say this again, but why?” He gasped, astonished. He stumbled, found a chair, and sat down, confused. “Why what, Tharn?” “Why must we be on opposite sides of this fight? Why did it have to happen?” He scowled bitterly. “Because you and Daala tried to kill me.” “Darling, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. What can I do?” He looked at her impassively. “You could leave what your doing behind and come to our side.” She shook her head. “That’s not possible.” He sighed. “Then there’s nothing you can do.” “Can we still be lovers?” “Possibly. If we’re alive after this.” She looked as though she was almost ready to cry. “Voss, my darling, I had no choice. You must understand. I’m sorry!” “I’m not sure if I do understand. After the war, we’ll try this again. Parck out.” He terminated the connection. Captain Morendo stepped up to Parck. “What was that all about?” Parck stared through the front viewports, a distant look on his face. “Admiral Tharn used to be my lover. They kept me in charge, as a figurehead, but she was always exploring, fighting races back.” One by one, the officers on the bridge turned to look at him. “We slowly lost contact, but we’d try to get together at least once a year. And now this. I’m not sure if I can survive this war, physically and mentally…” He sat up, startled, and saw Captain Morendo. He stood up and adjusted his uniform. “Sorry about that. Anyway, let’s continue our mission.” “Yes, sir.” Admiral Pellaeon sat up in his chair as he saw ships arrive from hyperspace. “Who are they?” An ensign consulted its consoles. “All Imperial.” He sighed. “How many of the Bilbringi ships do we have out?” Another ensign turned to him. “90%, sir.” “Get that 10% out immediately.” He turned to Ardiff. “Red Alert, prepare for battle.” Ten star destroyers surged toward Pellaeon and his fleet. Pellaeon stiffened as he realized that most of these were top of the line new star destroyers. He sighed, as he knew that they wouldn’t be able to win this battle, at least not easily. “Sir!” shouted a lieutenant, “the Guardian is here!” Pellaeon turned to see the lieutenant. “What?” “The Guardian just came out of hyperspace! They’re still on our side!” Pellaeon seemed to brighten. “Send Captain Celesse my compliments! I think we might not be in bad shape at all!” “I think we’re in bad shape, General.” “Great! You’ll get a commendation for stating the obvious, Captain.” General turned to an ensign. “What’s their ETA?” “Sixty-six seconds, sir.” The General shook his head. “Not good. How strong is their fleet?” “About a class five. Not exemplary, but bigger than ours.” “And do we actually have more on the way since Coruscant fell?” “General Antilles might be coming here.” “Is that it?” He sighed. “I believe so.” “Too bad. Prepare for battle, then. Standard defense tactic D-11/38.” He turned to watch smaller cruisers dart through the fleet and between the comparatively enormous star destroyers. The many droid fighters met the oncoming combination of TIE-based fighters, from the old and outdated, yet still useful, TIE fighter, through the highly advanced TIE Defender, the Schmitar Assault Bomber, and on to the large Chiss clawcraft. The droids had an advantage, though, being almost as creative and spontaneous as the organic pilots. That meant that they could fly as unpredictably but pull through tighter turns than an average organic pilot. “Bring our ships in closer. Concentrate our firepower against those star destroyers!” He saw other ships that seemed star destroyer-esque in nature. They also resembled the Chiss clawcrafts. He recognized them instantly. “Captain, we have Mitt’ghar’noe-class destroyers here, too!” He sighed. “This isn’t good.” The General’s ships streaked toward the enemy vessels to an uncertain fate, guns blazing. Well, I'll try to post 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: 10/19/02 1:47pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back - Date Edited: 10/19/02 1:56pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Thaddeus_Walters
	And here is yet more! I apologize for not paying enough attention to this thread, but I haven't been able to think about a lot of theforce.net lately. Even more questions, comments, and suggestions are welcome! “Have you figured out what’s wrong with that ship yet, Commander?” asked Admiral Ackbar. “Sir, it has enormous power levels that suggest that it has hidden gravity well projectors!” “Good, Commander! Send a boarding party over to inspect their ship. Comm. Officer, notify them that we will be boarding their vessel. I want to see their reaction.” The Comm. Officer nodded. “Yes, sir.” Armen ran off to supervise the boarding team. Soon after he left, the Comm. Officer finished the transmission. “He says that their ship has an outbreak of an extremely contagious virus. We cannot go there, or we’ll be contaminated.” Ackbar smiled. “Yes, it’s just to keep us off of their ship. It was another of Grand Moff Tarkin’s tactics.” He sat down in his repulsorchair and leaned back. “All we can do is wait.” Pellaeon shouted orders as he switched his views from the viewport, to the crewpit, and to the tactical display at his command chair. The Chimaera was engaged in a slugging match with two Victory Mark II-class star destroyers. Pellaeon was outmatched and outgunned. Most of the activity was centered on the enormous Super Star Destroyer, the Guardian. It dominated the battlefield; its many turbolasers chewing away at its opponents simultaneously. Pellaeon was pleased to have it on his side. He watched the battle rage on, seeing both enemy and friendly dots on the tactical display wink out. He’d known the feeling of being defeated in the starfighter battles long enough. Now, with the TIE Defenders, and the New Republic fighters, he could finally see his side not taking considerable losses, which would’ve been the case, had the battle taken place 25 years earlier. Sometimes, Pellaeon thought that little progress had been made in the galaxy. There was still almost constant conflict, still two governments at each other’s throats, and there were still the same star destroyers and Mon Calamari cruisers. He sighed. Here he was again, still commanding, now finally an Admiral, albeit starting somewhere around 50 years of service to the Imperial Empire. He’d seen the galaxy under the Republic for a few early years, seen it turn into the Empire, seen the Jedi extermination, and seen the fall of the Empire and the emergence of the New Republic. He’d seen the galaxy almost fall to an alien force, and seen it emerge again. He sighed again. I’m getting too old. The ship rocked with a heavy explosion. The star destroyer off the portside was firing proton torpedoes at a fast interval, pummeling the Chimaera with blasts of energy sufficient to power mid-sized cities for a day. The blasts were, not injuring the Chimaera, Yet, reminded Pellaeon, they were draining the power to the shields. “Fine. They want to play that kind of game…” he turned to a Lieutenant. “Fire torpedoes at the portside star destroyer!” The bright battlefield was made brighter as the torpedoes from the Chimaera blazed to life. They pummeled the star destroyer, injuring it as far as it had to the Chimaera. “Again!” This time, the fire depleted the shielding, causing it to collapse and allow some torpedoes to impact on the hull. “Once more!” Again, the ship shuddered as 50 torpedoes launched from the Chimaera. This time they split a hole in the side of the Victory-class star destroyer. Flames flared as the air rushed past, being sucked into the vacuum. Another secondary explosion ripped open more of the ship as a magazine combusted. Pellaeon sighed. It’ll be a long day. “This has been a long day,” commented Wedge, as he sat aboard the Lusankya on the bridge command chair, resting until the reversion to realspace. The ship lurched. “It’s about to get longer, General!” replied Captain Duran. “We’ve got premature entry into the Corellian system, and Imperial ships all around us.” Wedge stood and saw the bow reorient itself toward Corell and the battles raging close to Centerpoint Station. “I guess we’ll just have to put up a good fight! Shields up! Red alert!” The bridge turned into a flurry of activity. Fighters that had made it into the hangar bay were quickly launched, while those who hadn’t jumped out of hyperspace and entered the starfighter battle quickly. The Lusankya moved closer to the Flagship and fired on the opposing capital ships. The battle would end quickly. “Captain Sekidan,” Daala called, “come here please.” The Captain of the Reprisal strode over to Daala’s command chair. “Sir?” Daala’s brow furrowed. “Are the ships in position to begin phase two?” She smiled. “Yes, sir!” “Then do it.” Please continue to read and suggest! -----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: 10/21/02 7:46pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	And yet more. Within the few scant minutes it took to assemble a team and board the star destroyer, Commander Armen had been able to successfully identify that they were hiding something. He knew it would be a gravity well projector. He would bring it down. Even though the Empire had shrunk, and therefore could not contain on a star destroyer what was originally intended for as a standard crew compliment, five squads of stormtroopers greeted Armen’s force. Armen knew they were for more than escort. They were for killing the team. Armen noticed that there were only nine Mon Calmari and two Quarren in the force. He was missing the one, then suddenly realized who it was, and what she would be doing. “Look!” he shouted to the stormtroopers, pointing toward a wall where two men were arguing over how to best fix a decrepit TIE fighter. He turned to the nearest stormtrooper, grabbing his blaster rifle and bashing him in the neck, as the shuttle they’d came on began spewing fire from its deadly laser cannons. Other members of the team found weapons, too, and a deadly firefight turned even deadlier. Using armor to protect them from further blasts, the seven remaining Mon Calmari and the Quarren continued farther into the star destroyer in search of a way to turn off the reactor. Ten minutes and five firefights later, they arrived at a computer sufficient for their duties. The Quarren immediately hacked into the system and began frantically looking for ways to either shut down the gravity well projector or destroy the ship. Armen and the others joined in a tight band, shielding the Quarren from any blaster bolts that could’ve struck him. Stormtroopers ran down the hall toward them, taking up fighting positions in crevices and anything else that would give them shelter. “Did you hack through yet?” demanded Armen. “Yes, sir! I just did. Let me get into the gravity well projection operating systems and I’ll have them down!” “Make it quick!” Captain Gupernico anxiously awaited further orders. He was annoyed that he had to wait under the curtain of black that shrouded the Iron Gauntlet from all readings from outside the cloaking shield, whether they were visual or not. He’d been waiting for hours, knowing that a battle was raging on the other side, but was unable to help as per orders. Gupernico sighed, resigned to waiting for the signal. He was doing his duty, though. His patriotic duty to further the welfare of the Empire. It wasn’t much, he realized, but commanding a star destroyer could help bring the galaxy back into the proper reign of the Imperial Galactic Empire. He paced up to the front of the bridge, then back over the catwalk that overlooked the crewpit. He paced to the point where he wished a command chair would be placed; and was annoyed that there was none. Soon, though, when the Rebels (he’d been told by higher command to refer to the New Republic as rebels) had been chased away and the galaxy was brought back into a proper reign of sanity, he would ask and receive the command chair he so desperately wanted. This makes the seventy-eighth time I’ve paced across that catwalk. Gupernico was growing impatient. Waiting in silence was getting harder and harder to do. Finally, the communications officer turned. “Sir! I’m receiving the call for attack!” Gupernico smiled. “Okay! Bring down the cloaking shield! Raise energy and particle shields! Red alert!” The General noticed differences in the tactical display. He looked out to see multiple Imperial craft materializing in the middle of the battlefield, sending smaller craft tumbling as the particle shielding activated. If he were capable of frowning, he would have. “Captain, we’ve got company. Where did they come from?” The Captain concentrated on the screen, looked out the viewport, and looked back to the screen. He looked up at the General. “I’m not sure sir. Could it be a cloaking device?” The General shook his head. “With the Empire, anything’s possible.” He stayed still for a few seconds, long enough for the Captain to inquire about him. He shook his head and turned to the Comm. Officer. “Get Antilles on the line.” The Captain shook his head. “I don’t think that General Antilles has arrived yet.” “Yes, I have!” The two spun around to see a full-size holoprojection of Wedge Antilles smiling at them. “When did you get here?” demanded the General. “Just now!” “And you’ve just decided to grace us with you presence?” “Yes, General.” “Well, General Antilles, have you calculated our odds of winning this battle?” “I’m a Corellian. Odds don’t matter to me.” “Point taken. Will you help us out here?” “Certainly!” The Lusankya surged forward, her guns and missiles blazing, her fighters whizzing past in front of her. She rolled, exposing her underbelly to fire from the Iron Gauntlet, but exposing the Gauntlet to more fire from her own guns. The Gauntlet began to glow a metallic purple-green, not from superheating of the armor, but from the weakening of the shields. Other star destroyers swarmed the Lusankya, pinning her under more fire. The smaller cruisers attacked the other cruisers in the New Republic fleet. Then the Reprisal arrived. Well, I certainly hope SOMEONE reads this. (Sigh). -----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: 10/27/02 6:13pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back
	Here's more! “Commander, the gravity well systems are down. They won’t get them back up in time to have them ready for an attack on Mon Calmari.” Armen smiled. “Great! Let’s get out of here!” The team shuffled down the hall quickly. Soon, they saw more blaster shots. “We’ve got more company!” yelled one Mon Calmarian. Armen shook his head, turning away from the pursuit. His heart sank lower than it had with those opening blaster shots. “The entrance to the bay is through that door! And they’re blocking it.” Stormtroopers taking up cover behind walls were firing at the team. Suddenly, the wall close to them blew out in a rush of fire and shrapnel. The team’s demolitions expert motioned them through. “Here’s the hangar!” Unfortunately, the blast, though not easily penetrating the suits the team members were wearing, had penetrated the reinforced clothing in some places, causing some members to bleed badly. Armen was ushering people in when he was hit in the back by an E-Web blaster cannon shot. It burned through the armor and cloth, exposing skin and causing severe burns. The Quarren and the demolitions Mon Calmari carried him through the gaping hole, the demolitions expert only stopping to lob two Class-A thermal detonators at the sets of troopers. They ran to the shuttle as the walls exploded. They didn’t stay to see the rest. The shuttle blasted the hangar with the small lasers it was armed with, then took off, back to the friendly cruisers. Inside the shuttle, Armen was put on a repulsor-stretcher, was rolled over on his stomach. Bacta patches were laid over the wounds to help heal or at least stop the pain that was obvious in Armen’s eyes. Armen was given a shot, and fell asleep. When he woke back up, Admiral Ackbar was standing over him. “The doctors tell me you’ll be just fine.” His words were not suited to the barely masked look of grief evident on his face. Armen shook his head. “Don’t say things like that. I won’t live. Not with a hole the size of a chalaco fish in my back.” He smiled faintly. “Listen Admiral. I don’t have much time left. I’m not the first to die; I won’t be the last. Just promise me. Promise me that you’ll help defeat Daala. Please.” Ackbar began to tear up. “I will, Captain.” Armen smiled. A brightness washed over his face, but as quickly as it came, it was gone. He laid back and closed his eyes. Armen was dead. Admiral Tharn was annoyed. She’d allowed her ship to be wounded. The Perpetrator’s engines had been damaged when Parck and the Defender slipped in behind and unleashed the full fury of the star destroyer’s guns. She was infuriated that such a thing could happen to her and her grand ship. However, Parck had retreated, leaving an imposing target sitting still in orbit, yet unable to move. Actually, she realized, we’d eventually be sucked into the planet. She smiled. But that won’t happen now. For at that moment, crews were frantically trying to fix the engines to make the Perpetrator more maneuverable, if nothing else. “How long until we have maneuverability, Captain?” she inquired. “We should obtain it in ten minutes or so. The crews fixing the engines are doing a very fast job of repairing them.” “Good. Signal our comrades that they must be ready to attack in ten minutes. No earlier, no later.” “Yes, sir.” “We shall win this battle.” “What do we do now, sir?” Parck turned to Morendo. “We wait. Wait for the evacuation to be done and wait for Tharn’s move.” “‘Move’, sir?” “Yes.” He turned and looked on at the super star destroyer. “Tharn is not going to give up this easily. She never has, and never will. She hasn’t played the last card of the game, Captain. She still has one up her sleeve.” He paused, turned, and walked over to his command chair console. “Tharn hasn’t been wounded as badly as we are meant to believe.” He brought up a readout of the Perpetrator’s current status. He pointed to an engine readout. “This readout shows considerable damage to the main engines through the form of leakage from all sorts of semi-harmful substances used in operation of the engines. Tharn has people out there, patching together her ship quickly. We can’t see them because the leakage causes malfunctions in our sensor readings. Expect her ready to fight again in about ten minutes.” He fell silent, deep in thought. He frowned, and peered out through the viewports. “I have a strange feeling of something else… out there.” He shook his head. “Anyway, report that to the crew. I have a hunch, and I’ll see if it’s true. Continue on your way, Captain.” With that, Captain Morendo walked away quickly and Parck turned back to his console, mesmerized at the possibility of what he thought they were up against. -----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: 10/31/02 6:32pm Subject: RE: Trek Wars-The Empire Strikes Back - Post NJO - Readers Welcome!
	Here's more... please read! (But I guess you would be reading it if you are here now...). “Captain Sekidan, concentrate firepower on the Lusankya. Full shields. Full throttle. We’re going through the middle of the battlefield.” The Reprisal cruised toward the battlefield, accelerating to its fastest sublight speed. It plowed into the edge of the battlefield, instantly vaporizing dozens of fighters and destroying a small corvette. It rolled three star destroyers out of its way, incapacitating them. The Reprisal’s course almost plowed it into the Lusankya, although Wedge was able to maneuver out of the flight path in time. Daala sighed. “Hmm… full stop. Let’s cause general chaos.” The Reprisal stopped, and let loose the full fury of its guns on any New Republic allied ship there. The General shook his head. “This isn’t good.” His ships were being destroyed every minute. The battlefield was becoming strewn with debris. His ships’ debris. “Get me Antilles. Do you have all those ships out yet?” “Sir, they’re all out, and most have entered hyperspace. I have General Antilles, too, sir.” “Good. Get him on here.” He turned to a holoprojector. “Antilles?” Wedge saluted. “At your service, sir.” “Good. I’ve been thinking, and I believe that this is definitely a losing battle. I think it’s due time that we retreated.” Another blast rocked the ship. He was immediately sent information about a core breach. “Whenever you’re ready, Antilles, we can leave.” “I’ll gather up my fighters now, General. Antilles out.” General turned to his bridge crew, also broadcasting his transmission to the other droids involved in the battle. “I’ve decided that we can definitely not win this battle. We have, however, achieved our minimum objective: keeping the Empire from gaining precious ships and shipyards with minimal loss of life to our men. I cannot afford to lose any more material. I order all of my men to retreat, and meet at the Rendezvous Point. Good luck, and May the Force Be With You.” Another blast rocked the ship as it turned. “Sir!” panicked a droid, “we’ve lost our engines, and our shields are failing!” The General looked out the main viewport in horror. “Who did that? Daala?” “Yes, sir. She hit us once with a superlaser. That drained all our shields and knocked out our engines.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Here we go again. Order everyone to make a final transmission.” He looked out the viewport into the carnage beyond. Daala wouldn’t wait; she would do it soon. “I’m afraid we won’t be here much—” Then the superlaser hit. Wedge Antilles had just given orders for his men’s evacuation. Fighters were streaking in toward the Lusankya, which was quickly pulling away from the battle, the other ships following closely in pursuit. He saw a flash of light as Daala’s superlaser fired again at the General’s ship. She’d fired a low intensity blast earlier, he’d noted, just to render him helpless. Wedge felt helpless, also, for he noticed that the blast had penetrated any shielding the General had left. The Flagship was promptly engulfed in flames, and sent giant globules of molten metal fragments flying into nearby ships. Within a matter of moments, it was gone. Wedge felt a lump in his throat. He shook it off. “Captain, how are we coming with our fighters?” “We have most of them in, sir. A few more have to come in.” A strange combination of an explosion and the screaming of twisting metal vibrated the ship. “What now?” demanded Wedge. “Did a TIE fighter just crash into a hangar bay?” Captain Duran sighed. “Yes. We can’t always depend on our hangar bay laser cannons to destroy any enemy that tries to fly in.” “How much damage did it do?” “Hold on, the details are coming in…” he looked at the terminal closely. “Hmm… not much, really. Once they saw the fighter incoming, they evacuated everybody and depressurized the deck. The fighter was finally shot by one of the laser cannons, but it still slammed into the deck. Only a mess, though, and one A-wing damaged.” Wedge scowled. “Tell them to be more cautious and careful!” “Yes, sir.” His eyes widened. “Sir, they are powering up the gravity well projectors on one of their Interdictor-class cruisers! In approximately two minutes they will be ready and in range!” Wedge grimaced. “Get the rest of those fighters in NOW!” Less than a minute later, all fighters were confirmed inside hangar bays in the Lusankya. “All right, ladies and gentlemen, buckle up!” yelled Wedge, as the enemy ships closed in. “Punch it!” In a moment, the Lusankya and all that was left of the New Republic’s Corellian System Battle crafts were in the relative safety of hyperspace, and Daala was too late to capture any of the remaining New Republic craft. The Battle of the Corellian System was over. Comments, questions, suggestions? They're welcome! -----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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