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DarthIC2 Title: PR Officer, Foxboro Imperial Syndicate Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 3/27/06 12:36pm Subject: FIS Lit Forum: DarthIC2's 'Shattered Fleet: Rise of Piett' - Date Edited: 3/27/06 12:39pm (1 edits total) Edited By: DarthIC2
	SHATTERD FLEET Rise of Piett Vast, Dark, Cold and Deceptive. These are normal thoughts for a young Lieutenant on a newly designated Republic Star Destroyer in the Republic Navy during Wartime. Piett, a Lt. on the command ship, the Pursuer, was just this. Full of thoughts of when, where and not if this dreaded war machine of the Republic would be tested. Deep in the Outer Rim Territory the Separatist Fleet was using Blitzkrieg tactics in seizing new systems. The mechanical arm of the Separatists had begun to stretch farther than the Republic could handle. In response to this, the Republic sent newly formed task forces of Republic Venator Class Star Destroyers lead by Admiral Chreen to seek out and eliminate the Separatist threat. Thirty ships strong it would be no easy task. “Lt. Piett!” a stern voice echoed across the Command Bridge of the Pursuer. “Yes Admiral Chreen” replied a very confident Piett. “What is the status of the Edularri system?” “Nothing has shown through our initial scan Sir” Piett was a very thorough Officer but also understood the importance of haste. During times of war one must be quick and thorough. Piett would soon understand this. “Sir!” came from the voice of a radar intercept crewman. “A fleet of Separatists has just come out of hyperspace in our sector!” “Calm yourself!” shouted Chreen. “Tell Captain Rinalli to move his ships forward to engage the left flank of the Separatist fleet!” Chreen’s orders were to be followed as the word of the Chancellor himself. “ Order Captain Stintus to move his ships on the right flank of the Separatist fleet” “Lt. Piett, order all fighters to engage the center portion of the fleet!” Chreen shouted. “Sir” Piett responded. In a flash the first great battle of his young career had begun. The Venator class Star Destroyer, Pursuer, opened her hangar deck doors and thirty ARC-170 fighters flung from her. The unknown command ship of the Separatist fleet was a kilometer long Providence Class carrier/destroyer. A very formidable foe under any circumstances. From it’s hanger flew out dozens of Vulture droids. Mindless machines of death knowing only programming. The ARC-170 fighters from the Pursuer met the threat and quickly eliminated the first wave. The 170’s orders were simple, drag the Vulture droids away and towards the flanking Republic ships. Leaving the center portion of the Separatist fleet open to the might of the Pursuer and her Admiral. “Target the lead command ship Lt.”. Chreen knew what he was planning to do on his orders being very simple. Destroy the Separatist threat no matter the cost. Chreen knew this would cost thousands of lives but the value of the Outer Rim was much greater. In a brilliant display of color forming itself into death, the battle was going as planned by Admiral Chreen. The Separatist’s left and right flank had broken off and left its core of Municifent class frigates and Providence class ships exposed. Standing fifty strong, the Separatist fleet was now exposed to the tactical superiority of Admiral Chreen. “Order our ships to release ALL fighters into that center group for our arrow” Chreen’s voice sounding as confident as ever. As the hundreds, to many to count, of ARC-170 fighter began to pierce through the caught off guard Separatists, Admiral Chreen ordered his group of ships to engage straight on. Passing through the center core of the Separatist fleet, the massive war ships of both sides exchanged cannon fire inflicting great damage. Damage to each foe as the first pass was through. “Damage report!’ shouted Chreen. “Sir, we have sustained very minimal damage” stated a confident bridge officer. “Sorry to say the Warrior’s Breath, is lost” Chreen knew this much as he saw for himself as the lead ship, Warrior’s Breath, was devastated port and aft by dozens of cannon shots. She was lost and so were seven thousand lives. “Prepare for the second pass and give me a status on the flanking ships!” Chreen was very calculated. Piett knew this from serving with him and the aura Chreen gave off was of confidence. The crew trusted him with their lives. “Sir, reports are coming in that the ARC fighters are performing extremely well and the Star Destroyers Dominance, Lucky Hand and Pure Power have reported moderate damage while inflicting great loss on the Separatists. Chreen thought to himself that the battle was going very well for being outnumbered. Almost to well, “Order all fighters back to their ships and all Star Destroyers to sector 1-138 immediately!” Piett sensed a terrible fear and urgency in Chreen voice. “Admiral, may I inquire as to why we are preparing for a retreat when the battle is ours?” Piett was a young Officer and did not see the entire picture as well as Chreen. He would soon learn a hard lesson in naval warfare tactics. Chreen's face was grim “Damn”. Thirty-seven Separatist ships came out of hyperspace right into the center of the left flank engagement. The lead Separatist frigate, a Munificent class, pierced through the Lucky Hand and impacted the bridge tower of the retreating Conqueror and in a brilliant flash of light the ships were vaporized into nothing. The ensuing shock wave sent the surrounding ships listing and powerless. Chreen knew that this loss was his best chance of moving the fleet to the next system. So he gave the order. Into star lines his battered and now defeated fleet disappeared. Piett wondered why Chreen did not give the order to attack the powerless ships. Why would he not capitalize on the tragedy? Chreen had retired to his quarters for the evening. Time to think and remember the thousands of lives that were lost. He knew Piett would have questions for him about today’s retreat so he ordered Lt. Piett to his quarters. “Sir”. “Come in Lt.”. “I’m sure you have questions about today’s defeat my young Lt.”. Piett indeed had questions but would not be able to ask. Like a good teacher, Chreen would explain the day’s events to his young officer. “Today’s loss was heavy. Had we stuck around to engage the powerless ships the possible fleet coming out of hyperspace would have had us”. “It only makes sense to retreat. Our best chance of survival was to regroup and retreat. We are down to 23 ships now Lt. Piett. The left flank is lost. I lost them.” Piett could not believe what he just heard. “Sir, without you tactical decisions today we would not have inflicted as much damage to them”. “Yes, Lt. Piett, you are right and I appreciate your view.” The Republic fleet was now in the Adularri system, close to Edularri and of the same race of people. The Republic brass needed the three systems in this sector. Adularri was a major refinery plant while Edularri and Andularri Prime were major factories of spice and information. Smugglers loved the outer rim territory. Until the war they could roam freely through the three systems common hyperspace lanes. Now the Separatists have begun enslaving the neighboring planets and this sector was now in jeopardy. Smugglers were of concern for the Republic. They either did not give info or gave info to the wrong side. If the Republic could place a strong hold in this sector they could allow the smugglers free space and thus becoming friendly. Friendly with smugglers after all meant information and valuable it was in time of war. With only twenty-three ships left of the thirty, Chreen felt even more at a disadvantage. There had been at least eighty-seven Separatists fleet ships now in the sector. Now was the time to assess the Republic fleet strength. “Call Captain Stintus and tell him we need a full report on fighter and ship strength” Chreen needed this information as fast as possible as the next stage of the battle was to be fought. “Admiral, Captain Stintus reports that they took on heavy damage to the aft section of the ship but the Dominance will be at full power shortly.” “Tell him good work.” Chreen was proud of his commanding officers. They followed his every order until their death. Yet he knew now was not the time for remorse or reflection anymore. The separatists were coming and he knew they would be at least seventy-five ships strong. Every Officer, clone and fighter would be tested. Everyone may die. Several more hours passed which allowed the fleet to regroup and repair the damage. “Admiral, all ships reported ready and at full power” reported Lt. Piett. “Very well, prepare all fighters for the fight of their lives”. “Yes Sir!” shouted an excited but nervous Piett. From star lines to a visible wall of death, there they appeared. The Separatist fleet was only sixty ships strong. “Order all fighters to engage the ships directly!” again Chreen’s orders were to be followed again. All hangers opened in and in whirlwind, the fighters were on their way. “Order all Star Destroyers behind us in a ‘V’ formation Lt. Piett!” Piett gave the order, as the Pursuer was now the lead ship in the formation. Chreen knew HIS ship would not suffer the same fate as the Warrior’s Breath. While the fighters were busy attacking the Separatist fleet, they were being picked off by vulture droids one by one. This was Chreen’s chance. “Order the fleet to follow us in and have the Dominance and the Victory break and again each take their respective flanks!” The tactic of creating chaos on the outside of the enemy fleet was simple but they did not fall for it this time. Instead the Separatist fleet stood ground and they were going to pay for it. Out of hyperspace to the rear of the Separatist fleet shot the Pure Power. “We gave those scum some hell!” a very proud and happy to be alive Captain Rinalli spit over the radio. “That cunning madman!” Shouted Admiral Chreen. “We have them!” The powerful Venator Class Star Destroyers, in perfect formation pummeled the Separatist fleet. The Separatist fleet returned its share of cannon fire while several Star Destroyers were badly injured. Captain Rinalli kept his ship on the edge of the battle, already nursing the wounds from the previous battle and miracle escape. The Republic Navy under the command of Admiral Chreen was winning the battle. Greatly out numbered they were destroying the Separatist frigates while the fighters worked on the capital ships. “Order all badly damaged ships to the outside of the battle Lt. Piett” an excited Chreen stated. Piett gave the order as the Star Destroyers began their move. “Move the Pursuer into the path of the lead Separatist ship. We are not going to allow them to survive!” The Pursuer headed down across the bow of the massive Providence class ship taking heavy fire as it did. “Open up all turbo blasters!” Lt. Piett shouted. Instantly the Pursuer gave a barrage of fire to the bow of her enemy. “On my mark, reverse thrusters and pitch angle to bring us along side of them” Chreen’s posture changed from excited to calculated. “Now!” The Pursuer maneuvered along side her foe as the Separatist ship unleashed a massive sortie of blaster fire that caused hull breaches on the super structure and the bridge tower. The bridge exploded into sparks of burning equipment. The Separatist ship fired at the right time and defeated the Pursuer and her Admiral. Smoke pouring from her wounds she began pouring down through the heart of the battle. “Emergency power restored!” came from a bridge crewman. “Get us back to cruising speed and bring us about 23 degrees to port. Move us the hell away from this!” Lt. Piett was shaken rightfully so. “Admiral, Admiral Chreen!” There was no response. “Oh no” A large piece of debris from a bridge explosion had dropped down on to the Admiral. He was barely breathing. Lt. Piett felt the air rush out of him as he saw his leader and mentor in this state. What would the Admiral do? “Help me get this debris off him and you two carefully bring him to sick bay at once!” The crew did so without hesitation, as it was Piett’s job to lead them through this battle. With the Admiral off the bridge, Piett was giving the orders. “Full system and damage report now!” “Sir, we have sustained heavy damage decks 45-47, 50-57 and the bride tower. We are still on emergency power with no word on when we can be at full strength” “Damn” Piett sighed. “All right, order all damaged ships to jump to 2125 on my mark” “We are retreating?” came from a crewman “Unfortunately we must conserve or efforts and regroup for the final battle. Our fleet is no good to the Republic this battered.” “Open a channel to all ships” Piett ordered. “This is Lt. Piett, Admiral Chreen has been injured and I have command of the Pursuer. All heavily damaged ships are to move to our position and all other ships are to follow giving cover” “How far can the fleet make it this damaged” Piett asked. Radio intercept officer had the answer, “Only the next sector”. “Alright, when the fleet is regrouped we make the jump” Still raging, the battle was now focused on the retreating Republic Fleet. The last ship in line was the Chimera. She was not to make it as all fire from Separatist fleet was focused on her. “Sir, the Chimera is not going to ma..” “Make the jump” So it was into star lines the battered but morally victorious fleet went. During the battle a message to all the Republic Fleet was received. “Sir the message is from General Kenobi” “Let’s hear it” Piett was very curious as to what a Jedi Master had to say. “Sir the message stated that the SPHA-Ts can be used as a powerful weapon in the belly cargo bay.” “A fantastic idea that would have been beneficial before all of this mess.” Piett was visibly irritated. They Admiral lay on his deathbed, the fleet’s back is almost broken and the Separatist fleet on their heels. He needed to show the qualities that Chreen had shown or the men may lose the confidence they showed for the Admiral. “Order all ships to place their SPHA-Ts into the belly cargo bay immediately. I have a plan” Piett had a plan that may kill them all but at least was going to end the Separatist threat in this sector of space. Now above Andularri Prime, the pivotal battle for the three neighboring systems was to be fought here. “Have all the ships report” Piett was ready to explain his plan. “Sir, the Pure Power is the only ship to report all but full power restored” Piett was concerned for Captain Rinalli but needed his ships regardless of the status. “Patch me through to Rinalli” said Piett. “Captain Piett what is your status?” “Lt. Piett, we have enough power to maneuver around a bit and sustain life support.” “What about weapons” Piett was most concerned as to how the ships would fight. “We have the SPHA-Ts in position but ships main battery of weapons is useless.” “Very well, stay back behind all the other ships and we will provide you with as much cover as we can.” Now that Piett had the information he deeded the time was now. With twenty-two ships remaining he ordered ten ships to position themselves broadside with the other twelve including the Pursuer, above the newly formed blockade. The Pure Power maneuvered behind the Pursuer. For what could be the final time for one or both of these fleets, the Separatist threat came out of hyperspace directly in front of the Republic Navy. “Blockade ships open all turbo laser batteries now!” Piett was determined to destroy or put as many enemy ships out of the battle as he could. He could see they were still outnumbered, as many of the Separatist ships had survived the Adularri battle. “Forty five to twenty Sir!” a crewman obviously nervous in the situation “Never tell me the odds!” Piett shouted. As the dark space had soon filled with red laser fire from the blockade ships and the blue of the Separatist fire came just as quick. The blockade ships were more of a distraction as the reaming ships above were waiting. “All ships, launch fighters!” Piett knew that fighter strength was down to twenty percent, but they needed all firepower they could get. “Sir the fighters are being pursued by the Vulture droids and the main fleet is still heading straight for us!” “On my mark all forward ships are to maneuver above the Separatist fleet. Fire SPHA-Ts when in position” Piett was going to lead thousands of men into the fray, as the Admiral would have. “Now!” Eleven Star Destroyers moved above the enemy fleet and opened up the SPHA-T barrage. In an array of bright blue and green light, the powerful weapons were unleashed on the unsuspecting droid menace. Several Separatist ships were destroyed instantly. Blown in half or completely obliterated by multiple SPHA-T blasts. “Sir three ships of the blockade had been destroyed!” Piett knew this would happen but he needed the time and confusion to act out the main portion of his plan. With nine ships destroyed the enemy fleet was down to thirty-six; they had a chance. Always outnumbered but the will to achieve mission success never faltered. “Disperse the fleet, target the nearest enemy ships and fire!” Piett was now at the mercy of fate. “Move us above the bow of that frigate” The frigate was engaged with a heavily damaged Star Destroyer that had dropped out of orbit and was going to crash on the planet below. “In position Sir” “Fire!” Instantly the backend of the frigate was blown away and sparked it’s destruction. “Target that command ship!” The Pursuer was going to earn her name on this run. Piett placed an order to bring it broadside with the ship that had bested her. The Providence class command ship, long and sleek with a spire protruding from her stern was visibly damaged but no less a threat. “On my mark change the pitch angle to thirty-five degrees and move the ship up” Piett was going to leave the bottom of his ship exposed but banked on the SPHA-T shot to break the foe in two. The two ships were now next to one another and exchanging heavy blaster fire. “Now!” Piett was making his move. The Pursuer lurched to her side and up words. “Fire, fire damn it”. The amazing blue blast blew the spire off the Separatist command ship sending it listing to aft, nearly hitting a Star Destroyer that was out of control from it’s command bridge missing. “Who is that” Piett asked. “Sir it’s the Dominance, she is lost.” A grave voice stated. Piett sighed but had to collect himself. “We must concentrate on that command ship. Move ten degrees to port and open all batteries” With that order the Separatist command ship was again being hit with dozens of blaster shots. “Reverse thrusters, stay on her and do no stop firing!” “Sir, Municifent class destroyer beneath us!” “Fire the SPHA-Ts” Piett shouted With blinding blue light the Pursuer split the enemy ship in half. “Sir we lost deflector control!” Piett had been so intent on destroying the command ship he allowed two other ships to approach the Pursuer and begin firing. “Move us away from the droid command ship!” Aft side batteries fire on that frigate. Piett immobilized another frigate, no match for a Star Destroyer. The second attacking ship was another frigate. Piett saw now they were running interference for the command ship to maneuver out of the way. “Sir we have lost two more ships!” came from a crewman. “Move us up to port and target that command ship.” Positioning herself once again on the broadside of the Separatist command ship, she began to fire. The droid ship was nearing its fate when, “All fighters to our position!” Piett ordered. It was two late, a dozen Vulture droids spewed from the burning and now soon to crash command ship. They were going to smash into the Pursuer. Mindless machines obeying only their programming flung themselves into the death that awaited them. “Brace for impact!” Several explosions later the Pursuer was on fire and in danger on dropping out of orbit and crashing. The planet’s surface below has already been devastated by at least three ships smashing into it. “Reverse thrusters now!” Piett ordered. With enough power left the smoke engulfed Pursuer shot back words all the way up through the battle missing the colorful array of blaster fire and remaining SPHA-T shots. The SPHA-Ts destroyed most of the Separatist fleet. The blockade of ships was mostly lost except for two heavily damaged ships. “Sir, the battle is nearly won but our ship is too damaged to continue.” With the enemy fleet all but destroyed Lt. Piett had a difficult choice to make. “Maneuver us away from the battle and inform the other ships of or our situation.” Piett now to had to concentrate on saving the ship. “Sir we are getting a message from the Pure Power, they are being engaged by fleeing ships” Before Piett could respond he saw Captain Rinalli move his ship and ram the fleeing frigates head on destroying all involved. The Separatist threat in this Out Rim territory was gone. With it were thousands of lives and twenty-six ships lost. The remaining Star Destroyer ships began the repair tasks of rescuing the fighters that remained and whom were without their own ships. Time now to see the Admiral in sick bay. Sick bay was littered with bodies. The Pursuer would make it but at the cost of many of the crew including the Admiral. “He is not going to survive,” a medical droid stated. “Admiral Chreen can you here me? Piett spoke softly. “Yes...mission.... success?...” “Yes Sir, we won, the mission is a success at the cost of twenty-six ships” Piett still speaking softly but firm. “Very good Lt. Piett. You have served the Republic and ....me..well.” “Lt. Piett! Lt. Piett! Coruscant is under attack from Separatists! They are calling for all ships to return and defend!” a voice shouted from the radio officer. “Are we fit to travel” Piett asked. “Yes Sir!” the young crewman stated “Set a course for Coruscant, we will die defending it” Piett ordered. “Lt. Piett....” “Yes Admiral” “You are in command now Captain Piett” I wrote this for the fun of it as the idea just hit me one night. I could have made it longer but wanted to keep it short for now.
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DarthIC2 Title: PR Officer, Foxboro Imperial Syndicate Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 5/4/06 1:05am Subject: RE: FIS Lit Forum: DarthIC2's 'Shattered Fleet: Rise of Piett'
	I guess the story stunk then
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chewykingwookie Title: Collecting Expert, Mass. Imperial Syndicate Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 5/4/06 5:59pm Subject: RE: FIS Lit Forum: DarthIC2's 'Shattered Fleet: Rise of Piett'
	I haven't had a chance to read it yet. My eyes go nuts when I try to read things on the pc screen. lol -----signature----- R.I.P. Carl "Big Bad" Buehler you will be missed http://www.sandtroopers.com
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DarthIC2 Title: PR Officer, Foxboro Imperial Syndicate Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 5/4/06 9:03pm Subject: RE: FIS Lit Forum: DarthIC2's 'Shattered Fleet: Rise of Piett'
	hahaha, its okay, its for fun anyway
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DarthLucanas Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 11/4/06 3:51pm Subject: RE: FIS Lit Forum: DarthIC2's 'Shattered Fleet: Rise of Piett'
	I can't believe I never commented on this!! I enjoyed it!! -----signature----- Foxboro Imperial Syndicate http://boards.theforce.net/Foxboro,_MA/b10654/ http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=47650368
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DarthWormie Title: Former CR, Massachusetts Imperial Syndicate Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 12/14/06 7:54am Subject: RE: FIS Lit Forum: DarthIC2's 'Shattered Fleet: Rise of Piett'
	Nicely done Aaron. I'm not all that gifted of a writer (I tend to ramble on and on) so I'll throw this idea out there for anyone interested in tackling it. It popped into my head after a discussion/debate we had back at SMF. It involved the thought of 'What happened to Anakin/Vader's severed limbs at Mustafar?" I thought it might be cool that the Emperor found perhaps one of the limbs and secretly began cloning himself a new, WHOLE Anakin/Vader. We know cloning exists and that in the 'Heir to the Empire' books, a clone of Luke was created using his severed hand from Cloud City. What if the Emperor, knowing that while Vader was still strong with the dark side of the force but not as strong as he was before he ended up on life support with artificial limbs, decided to create a new Vader to replace him? I'd love to see this done as a full length novel. Any other thoughts? -----signature----- "What's so wrong about wanting power converters?" "...and so shines a good deed in a weary world."—W. Wonka Scavenging the Collectibles Galaxy: http://www.thejawa.com
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