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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/6/03 5:16pm Subject: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 10/07/06 - CH 20.1 Added!] - Date Edited: 10/7/06 3:42pm (40 edits total) Edited By: CmdrMitthrawnuruodo
	I have decided to repost Survivor here in the new forum to see if I get some more readers. Title: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor Author(s): CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Timeframe: Post-Yavin IV Characters: General Veers, Exar Kun, OC Genre: Action Adventure, Suspense, Mystery Keywords: Veers, Sith, Yavin, Rebels, Imperials, OC, OT, ANH, inter-trilogy, Summary: One man alone and stranded on the fourth moon of Yavin must survive the harsh environment, escape the clutches of the Rebellion, and resist the temptation of the Darkside... Notes: Some minor EU inconsitances. Edits & Updates Part I: Stranded Added Chapter One - 04-06-03 Added Chapter Two - 04-08-03 Added Chapter Three - 04-11-03 Added Chapter Four - 04-14-03 Added Chapter Five - 04-15-03 Added Chapter Six - 04-17-03 Added Chapter Seven - 04-18-03 Added Chapter Eight - 04-19-03 Part II: Seduction Added Chapter Nine - 04-21-03 Added Chapter Ten - 04-22-03 Added Chapter Eleven - 04-23-03 Added Chapter Twelve - 04-25-03 Added Chapter Thirteen - 04-27-03 Added Chapter Fourteen - 04-30-03 Added Chapter Fifteen - 05-03-03 Completed Chapter Sixteen - 06-20-03 Changed Part II: Darkness to Part II: Seduction Part III: Struggle Completed Chapter Seventeen - 12-24-03 Completed Chapter Eighteen - 06-11-04 Completed Chapter Nineteen - 08-25-06 Added Part One of Chapter Twenty - 10-07-06 Author's Notes I know it has been taking over two years to finish this story. Some of my readers are aware that I have been involved in a role playing game called Integrated Balance of Power in the Role Playing Forum that has been taking up most of my interest in General Veers and time. Now that the game is coming to a close, the muses are singing to me again and I can start writing to this story once more. Like I said before, I do intend to finish this story. So as a little present for waiting so long, I have updated the story with part one of chapter nineteen. Author's Notes II Again a long haitus between parts. Darth Real Life has gotten a hold of me big time this time and I have been unable to find any real time to write to this story except ten minutes a day at work during break, if I'm lucky. As for before, I said I'll finish this and I will. Just be patient with me and we'll reach the end of this story. I'm posting the next part of Chapter Nineteen and hopefully I'll have this chapter ended within a month. -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/6/03 5:28pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen. Veers Fic) [REPOST] - Date Edited: 6/13/03 9:44pm (1 edits total) Edited By: CmdrMitthrawnuruodo
	Part I Stranded Chapter I - Evacuate DAY ONE “Are you certain?” Colonel Veers questioned the technician currently haunched over a flat datascreen imbedded into a console. It currently showed a two-dimensional image of the Death Star’s layout and a red line highlighted a trench in the Northern Hemisphere, a trench that was currently witnessing a space battle between Imperial and Rebel starfighters. The very same Rebel starfighters had a certain interest with the trench. Veers had heard several reports from the TIE Ops Center that several starfighters had dove into the trench on a strafing run. But they weren’t attacking the surface, just flying and following the trench. To where, the Colonel feared the worse. “Yes, Colonel.” The technician replied. “If the Rebels continue to fly along the trench they will come across a thermal exhaust port. It is one of the station’s critical ports that dispels the heat directly from the core. It is ray shielded so their lasers won’t do any good, but the thermal exhaust port was not equipped with a particle shield since it would prevent the exhaust port from doing its primary job, dissipating the heat.” “Could the Rebels shoot a proton torpedo into the exhaust port?” Veers asked, his worse fears suddenly coming true. “It is possible sir, but highly unlikely.” “What would happen should a Rebel succeed?” “It would uh...in theory...destroy the station.” The technician stumbled over his answer in disbelief. The very idea that a single proton torpedo could possibly destroy this station, the ultimate power of the Galactic Empire, was nearly impossible to believe. But Colonel Veers believed it and feared that is what the rebels were aiming to accomplish. Why else would they send all of their starfighters against something the size of a small moon, knowing they would just be committing suicide, unless they had found a critical weakness? “Chief Bast!” Veers called out urgently and against proper procedure. To hell with procedure. He thought as Chief Bast, the head of the Death Star’s engineering and technical staff, approached the Colonel and the technician. “Yes, Colonel, what is it?” Bast sounded unhappy that he was being disturbed from whatever he was doing a moment ago. “Sir, I believe we found what the Rebels are trying to do.” Colonel Veers and the technician then quickly explained what they both had discovered. Chief Bast’s face blanched at the revelation. The same idea had never crossed his mind just like everyone else onboard the station. Except for Colonel Veers and a very few others. It was his job to analyze the enemy’s attack strategy and find a counter-strategy, then deploy it through whatever resources he or his superiors had available. Although he was an officer of the Army, he was on board a space station and therefore it was his responsibility to defend it. Even though the battle being fought was in space. “Sir, I suggest we evacuate as many personnel and soldiers as possible just in case they do succeed in destroying the station.” Veers suggested. Better safe than sorry. He thought. “I agree. I’ll go and inform the Governor of your discovery.” Bast replied and left to talk to Tarkin. A minute later Chief Bast returned to the Colonel’s side. He didn’t look too pleased about something. “The Governor has denied an immediate evacuation. He thinks we overestimate their chances.” “His stubbornness is going to get us all killed.” Veers replied quietly. “We should evacuate just in case.” “I do have the authority to evacuate my people, but as for the troopers and everyone else. Its up to General Tagge or Admiral Motti.” “Is something wrong, gentlemen?” The voice of General Tagge asked. Colonel Veers cleared his throat, knowing that Tagge would listen to him since it was he who strongly feared that the Rebels could find a weakness in the station. Veers explained that weakness to the man. “I see. Has the Governor been informed?” “Yes, but he refuses to evacuate.” Bast answered. “Do you strongly believe that the Rebels will succeed?” Tagge asked. It was proper procedure to get as much information as possible before making a decision on an order, such as evacuating a space station that has one in a million chance of being destroyed. “Yes.” Bast answered before Colonel Veers could. “All it takes is one torpedo to get through and we are all gone.” Tagge nods in agreement. For the next thirty seconds he looked thoughtful as he decided on whether to make the call or not. After half a minute later he gave his answer. “We evacuate.” “Yes, sir.” Both men acknowledged in union. Veers turned to the technician. “Are you critically needed to run the station?” He asked and the technician shook his head no in reply. "Then get to an escape pod or a shuttle.” “Yes, sir.” “Commander!” General Tagge called. “Sir?” “Order an evacuation of the station. All non-essential personnel are to leave the station and assume a polar orbit around Yavin until either the danger has passed or the fleet arrives.” “Yes, General, sir.” The commander replied slightly confused, but followed his orders to the letter. “General! Lord Vader reports there are three starfighters attempting an attack run in the trench.” A TIE Ops officer reports. “T-minus five minutes until planetary target is within range.” A monotone voice over the speaker system announced, soon followed by the shrill sirens of the evacuation alarms and the voice of the commander. “All non-essential personnel are to evacuate the station. I repeat all non-essential personnel are to evacuate the station.” “It’s time we go, Colonel.” Chief Bast said, then as an after thought he turns to the General. “Sir, will you be joining us?” “No, I’ll stay with the Governor as long as possible.” “Very well, sir.” Colonel Veers said, disappointed, and then left the General to evacuate. TO BE CONTINUED... -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/8/03 12:29pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen. Veers Fic) [REPOST]
	Chapter II - Crash Landing “T-minus thirty seconds and counting.” The intercom of the Imperial shuttle announced just as it began an approach vector toward Yavin that would put it in a polar orbit. Colonel Maximilian Veers glanced eagerly out the portside window to see if he could see the space battle above the station. “I have you now!” Exclaimed the mechanical voice of Lord Vader. Veers saw a series of green flashes and then a small explosion as a starfighter blew up. “What the…?” “Look out!” Another tiny explosion was seen and then all comm traffic ceased from the TIE fighters. “You’re all clear kid! Take the shot and let’s go home!” An unidentified voice exclaimed in excitement followed by a very familiar Wookiee howl. After a moment of silence the same voice returned over the comm system. “Great shot kid, that was one in a million!” “Oh no.” Veers whispered, fearing the worse has just happened. “By the Emperor, please don’t let it be true.” But it was. The Rebels had succeeded in doing the impossible. The Death Star exploded in a fiery display. All aboard the vessel stared in shock and horror at the tragedy that they were witnessing. None paid attention to the sudden approach of the super-sonic shockwave until it was nearly on top of them. “Evasive actions!” Veers exclaimed and clutched tightly onto his restraints just as the shockwave impacted against the shuttlecraft. His teeth clicked together sharply and rattled along with every mechanical part of the shuttle. The stars and the gas giant outside swirled past the viewscreen several times, making the Colonel dizzy and sick to the stomach. If I wanted to ride a maglev-coaster I would have stayed home with Zevulon and took him to the amusement park! Ugh, make it stop already! He thought sarcastically, the contents of his stomach trying to fight its way up. “I think I’m gonna puke!” A young enlistee in the back of the shuttle moaned and the sounds of someone regurgitating soon followed. Lights in the cabin of the shuttle flickered on and off. The sounds of metal under stress echoed throughout the ship, sending new fears into all of its passengers. If the joy ride didn’t stop any time soon, the pressure of the shockwave would tear the ship apart. Colonel Veers clenched his eyes tight and gripped harder onto his restraints. Images of his family and his life flashed before him as he thought this would be his last flight through space. He didn’t want to go this way. He had his own death planned out for him, he wanted to die in retirement on some backwater world doing who knows what retired officers do or die in the glory of battle on the ground. Not like this. When he thought the shuttle was about to split apart, he felt himself shoved into his seat as if 4Gs were pressing against him, pinning his entire body in place. Then the creaking sounds of metal and the emergency wail of the collision alarm ceased abruptly. It took him a moment to realize that the ride had stopped and longer to understand why he felt lighter than air. The artifical gravity generators must be damaged. He concluded silently to himself and then out loud he said: “Everyone alright?” His answers were several miserable groans. Veers unhooked himself from his seat and floated freely out of it. Using the back of the chair as a push board, he flew for the cockpit to check on the pilots. Halting himself between the doorframe he could already see that one of the pilots had fainted and the other was holding his stomach groaning. “Can this thing still fly?” He asked as soon as the conscious pilot pulled himself together. The pilot obediently began to do a systems check on the vessel. After what seemed like an eternity he came up with the answer. It wasn’t one Veers was looking for. “We can still fly, sir. But the hyperdrive has been damaged.” The pilot answered. “We’re stuck until the fleet arrives.” The pilot hesitated whatever he was going to add to the end of the sentence. “What else?” Veers reluctantly asked. “We also have been knocked off our original course straight for the jungle moon and life support is down to 40%.” The pilot answered again. “If the fleet doesn’t get here any time soon we’ll have to land on Yavin IV.” “Full of rebel terrorists that would gladly kill us or capture us.” Veers added diffidently. He was just about to leave the cockpit to check on the passengers when a light on the console in front of the co-pilot began demanding for someone’s attention. “What now?” “Starfighters!” The pilot announced. “They are heading straight for us!” “Get us out of here!” Veers ordered forcefully and only had enough time to push himself down into the seat behind the pilot before the man jerked the shuttle sharply away from the gas giant and directly for… “Where are you going?” “We can’t go anywhere else but to the moon. Its our only chance, sir.” Ruby red laser blasts silenced Veers complaint about going further into enemy territory. Again the Colonel found himself in another ride as the shuttle, without an inertial dampner, juked and jinked to avoid enemy fire. The jungle moon of Yavin grew larger as the pilot raced for safety. An X-wing starfighter overshot the shuttlecraft and into the sights of the Imperial vessel. It turned sharply to port and came around for another pass, four ruby laser blasts impacted into the side of the shuttle. Knocking Veers into the side of his seat roughly. “Can’t this thing go any faster?” Veers complained. “I’m putting everything I can into it. Shields are down 68%.” The pilot informed out of habit then pulled the shuttle into a thirty degree decent as soon as it began to enter the moon’s atmosphere. The starfighters relentlessly pursued them, hammering away at the rear shielding of the vessel. Something in the back of the shuttle exploded and smoke began to fill the cabin. Veers coughed and choked on the filthy air and glanced up to stare out the viewscreen of the cockpit. Before them and rapidly approaching was the canopy of the jungle treetops. Oh kriff! Were his last thoughts before the smoking vessel crashed to the surface. ...TO BE CONTINUED -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/11/03 11:48am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen. Veers Fic) [REPOST]
	Chapter III - Piranha Attack Something like a cricket chirped in his right ear. Odd sound to hear on the Death Star. Colonel Veers thought and coughed a couple times. I should have that checked. He slowly opened his eyes and then shut them again as acrid smoked filled air stung them. Another spasm of coughs and chokes racked at his lungs as he continued to breathe in the toxic fumes. Smoke? Veers tried to move but found something was holding his legs down. He opened his eyes and squinted to see where he was and what was holding him down. Pale light filtered through the wreckage that was all around him. A gentle breeze temporarily cleared the air in front of him but it didn’t last long enough as much as he would have liked it too. Specks of dirt blew into his face and he coughed again. “W…what happened?” His voice was hoarse and his mouth was dry. He tried to remember the last thing he was doing. Vague images of an enormous explosion and an X-wing flashed past his mental field of vision. And a single word seemed to annoyingly repeat in his mind. Evacuate. Then it all came back to him and Veers realized where he was. “Help!” He called out but his cry for help was only answered by the silence of the jungle forest outside. He took a look at his situation and was thankful that the shuttle wasn’t currently on fire, though he didn’t know how long that would last. He attempted to move his legs and found that the console of the cockpit had pinned them to the floor. He scowled as he wondered what happened to the pilot and copilot. But when he tried to free a leg, twisting his body in the process his face came face to face with the pilot’s. He pulled back as far as his pinned legs would let him in shock and horror. The pilot’s face was marred with large bleeding gashes and tiny pieces of debris either from tree branches or the shattered viewscreen. If the pilot hadn’t worn the insignia that gave him his rank, Veers would not have known which of the two he was since his face was completely unrecognizable. “Mother of skies.” He mumbled in half shock. Something dripped past his field of vision of his left eye and it took him a moment to notice the tickling sensation of something trickling down his forehead. When he removed his hand from his scalp it was covered in red and very warm. I’m bleeding. I have to get out of here. Who knows what kind of predators this moon has. The Colonel tested either of his legs to see if they were broken or in pain. The only thing he could feel was the pressure of the console weighing down on his limbs. Veers twisted and pulled gently until he had one leg free then carefully freed his remaining leg. He coughed and choked again from the smoke a couple more times as he tried to push what looked like to be the stabilizer fin of the shuttle off of the gapping hole that use to be the viewscreen. The heavy metal budged a few centimeters and he was just about to give up when he gave his last push all he had and the fin slid off of the crushed nose of the shuttle. The fin crashed loudly to the ground and tilted wildly before coming back to bang against the shuttle nose. Veers stumbled out of the ruined cockpit and into fresher air. Smoke gently rolled out of the rubble behind him in a northeasterly direction as he slowly stood atop of the wreckage and studied his surroundings. Parts of the jungle had once been on fire but the heavy moisture in the air kept that fire from spreading to other parts of the jungle. To the east he could hear the trickling sound of water flowing. A river no doubt. He could see through the pillars of smoke behind the shuttle the deep gouge the craft made when it crashed and slid across the earth. Bits and pieces of the shuttle were strewn all over the place, some even hung limply from tree branches. “What a mess.” He sighed in frustration. Veers then took deep lung fulls of the fresh air, which caused him to cough a couple times from the stabbing pain he felt in his bruised ribs, before making his way down the side of the shuttle. He had to see if anyone else had survived the crash. He was pulling away at a loose sheet of metal when he thought he heard someone moan inside. “Hello?” He called out. “Can you hear me?” No response. Veers pulled harder against the hull until he had a large enough hole for a man to slip through. “Hello?” He repeated as he slipped through. It was a tight squeeze and was forced to sacrifice his uniform jacket as it caught on a jagged edge and ripped. He didn’t care about that at the moment, the only thing that was on his mind was getting to the person he thought was still alive. He made it through without any further problems and had to crouch in order to make his way to a human half buried beneath slabs of metal and seats. The human was a young male and Veers was saddened that such a young person had to die this way. The Colonel removed his fingers from the man's neck and lifted his gaze at the sound of a groan. “Can you hear me?” He repeated. “If you can’t speak give me a sign that you can hear me, please.” He didn’t hear it at first but after a second he recognized the sound of someone tapping metal against metal. Colonel Veers followed the sound until he found himself closer to the rear of the shuttle, or at least what would have been the rear. Earth had piled up inside the back and buried parts of the shuttle. The sound seemed to be coming from a portion of the shuttle that was half buried. “I’m coming, just hold on!” He shouted and began digging away at the mound of dirt. Smoke once again began to fill the inside of the shuttle and it felt hotter than the smoke he breathed back at the cockpit. That only meant a fire was beginning to break out. Veers coughed and wondered what kind of affect this was going to have on his lungs in the future as he continued to dig through the dirt until his fingers scraped up against metal and flesh. He grabbed what was an arm with one hand and pulled at the metal with another. Occasionally he had to resume digging in order to move the slab. He continued at this task until he had a coughing face emerge. “Are you alright?” Veers felt stupid asking that question when the man he just unburied had been buried and covered in dirt mixed blood. “C…Colonel?” The man sputtered in a dazed voice. “W…what happened?” “You’ll be alright…” He paused as he looked for the man’s rank but found his chest bare of the insignia. Instead he opted to repeat himself. “You’ll be alright.” “I can’t feel anything, sir.” Veers frowned while he continued to unbury the Imperial. “Explain.” He said and listened to the Imperial’s, whose name he would later learn was Lt. Pliskin, description of his injuries that he couldn’t feel. Paralysis, waist down. Veers concluded sadly after listening. “Am I going to live, Colonel?” Pliskin asked in a tired voice. Veers swallowed tightly. How was he supposed to tell him that he was or wasn’t going to make it? He wasn’t a doctor and hadn’t had the chance to see the Lieutenant’s complete injuries yet. “It’s too early to tell.” Veers replied. “Come on, let’s get you out of here before we both die from smoke inhalation.” Veers pulled Pliskin from the pile by the shoulders back toward the hole he had made in the side of the shuttle. He had a difficult time trying to make it easy on the Lieutenant when it came to squeezing him through the hole, but he made it through without furthering more damage to his already battered body. “What’s that sound?” Pliskin inquired and looked up to the sky. “What sound?” Veers asked and cocked his head. He had feared the Rebels might send a party to see if anyone survived the crash, but he didn’t hear anything similar to an ion engine. “It sounds like a buzz. Like a Stinger Fly.” Pliskin answered. Veers scowled and strained to listen. He could hear something far off in the distance that did resemble the sound of a Stinger Fly buzzing about its nest. “I don’t know.” Veers sounded worried. He hoped it was nothing but being on a planet with animal life he was unaware of made him nervous. He wanted to get away from the wreckage as far as possibly, mostly though to avoid the Rebels than any predators that could be lurking about. The Imperial Army officer lifted Pliskin into his arms and began walking away when the buzzing sound steadily grew louder and from the northeasterly direction. “It’s getting closer.” Pliskin’s voice sounded frightened. Veers couldn’t blame him for it. He was also afraid. Afraid to find out what the source of the buzzing was. “I think we should get away from here.” “Agreed.” Veers was only able to walk a few paces when the first signs of the buzzing appeared at the edge of the crash site in the tree canopy. Small insect like creatures that reminded Veers of Sand Beetles began to swarm overhead and quickly descend for the shuttle. “Piranha Beetles!” The Colonel exclaimed. He had heard about them back on Coruscant while watching a Biology channel. They traveled in swarms and ate anything that got in their way. They also had an olfactory sense a million times more sensitive than humans and therefore could smell the scent of blood miles away. And we’re covered in it! Veers panicked as soon as he saw the swarm split in half, one half consuming the shuttle remains and the other half approaching Pliskin and him. He didn’t hesitate like most men would have. As soon as he saw he was in danger he began to run away from the tiny predators, Pliskin in his arms. “They’re gaining!” Pliskin informed, his voice completely filled with fear. “Don’t remind me!” Veers exclaimed. The buzzing reminder was enough. He didn’t need Pliskin to tell him that they were right behind him and gaining. He hadn’t realized where he was going; there was no time to think about what to do, until he began splashing through a shallow river. An idea hit him like a maglev train. “Hold your breath!” He ordered and took a deep breath before ducking beneath the surface of the water. The buzzing sound of the beetles was muffled beneath the surface and both Imperials could make out the dark swarm above them. Veers hoped that the beetles didn't know how to swim otherwise he and Pliskin were good as dead. He also didn't know how long either of them could hold their breath underwater before the beetles gave up on them. Then Pliskin began squeezing Veers’ shoulder hard. He was running out of air and so was Veers. Worse, some of the beetles, driven by the suicidal desire to reach them, began diving into the water after them. ...To Be Continued -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/11/03 12:26pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/11/03 - CH 3 Added!]
	I just found this, and wow! Great idea. I had to laugh when Veers was thinking about riding a maglev coaster when the shock wave was bouncing the shuttle around. I also liked the way that he thought it was odd to hear the sound of a cricket while on the Death Star, and was determining to get it checked, only to realize that he was on the jungle moon instead. I suppose it's a miracle that anybody survived the crash at all. I'm afraid I don't hold out much hope for Pliskin, though, because of his injuries. When the Piranha Beetles began to appear, I found myself panting right along with Veers as he tried to escape! And now uh oh. They're running out of the air, and the beetles are diving into the water. I'm definitely looking forward to more! -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/14/03 11:44am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/11/03 - CH 3 Added!]
	Jane Jinn Wait no longer! For here is the next chapter! Thank you also for leaving comments behind, it means alot to me. Chapter IV - Another One Bites the Dust Colonel Veers mentally sighed in relief when he discovered that the beetles were killing themselves. He and Pliskin were fortunate enough to have been too far below the surface of the water for the beetles to reach them. Through blurred vision, Veers could make out the swarm slowly dissipating into nothing as the carnivorous insects gave up on prey they had thought would be easy. Once Veers was certain the predators were gone, both emerged from beneath the surface gasping for lung fulls of air. Colonel Veers then warily searched for any sign of the beetles but only heard the distant sound of their buzzing. He sighed in relief now that he was out of immediate danger. Worried that the Piranha Beetles might return once he and Pliskin left the river; Veers decided that it would be safest to travel by water until he was certain that the things had left the area. He also did not want to be visible just in case the rebels were looking for them. Maximilian Veers glanced above him at the tree tops, doubt clouding his judgement that the rebels could see them through the thick canopy above. But he didn’t want to take the risk. “We’ll rest here.” Veers told Pliskin after he found and moved to hide underneath a half rotten log sticking out from the bank and covered in algae and moss. The log would hide them from rebel eyes and the water would wash away any scent of blood from them, therefore keeping the Piranha Beetles away. “I don’t feel so good.” Pliskin complained and shivered. Veers’ eyes fell downward to stare at a streak of red liquid flowing down river before disappearing a couple meters away. He glanced at his own hands and saw red bloodstains that were not washed away, in the creases of the joints and palm print. “Just hold on.” Veers encouraged, his voice sounding worried for the life of the Lieutenant. Carefully he settled Pliskin’s feet to the muddy ground of the river while he held onto him with one arm and wrapped one of the Lieutenant’s arms around his shoulders. Veers could feel the injury beneath his arm and knew there was nothing he could do for him. Sometime during the crash Pliskin must have fallen on a steel beam that slashed into his back, severing his spinal cord and leaving behind a large gash. “What is your name?” Veers asked, he wanted to keep the young officer awake. The Colonel thought that if he could last long enough for him to carry back to the shuttle, he could find a medical kit and patch up the injury as best he could. But he couldn’t do that now so long as the beetles remained devouring the remains of his comrades. “Lieutenant Andrew Pliskin, sir.” He replied in a small and tired voice. His head dipped forward slightly and he caught himself in time to straighten. “What were you doing on the Death Star?” Veers adjusted the Lieutenant so that Pliskin could lean against him more comfortably and lessen the pain he was no doubt feeling in his back above the severed spinal cord. “I was...I was a technician in the...” Pliskin trailed off abruptly. Colonel Veers frowned and gently nudged the young man. “Lieutenant?” He quietly called. His voice sounded uncertain. Alarms began to go off inside his head. He called more loudly next time. “Pliskin!” Veers’ free hand shot straight for the man’s pulse. “Wake up, please!” Colonel Veers pleaded; his voice quivering as his fingers found nothing along the main artery in the neck. “No.” Veers whispered in disbelief. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the rotting log, holding the limp form of Pliskin in his arms, and silently grieving that he had lost another colleague to the rebellion. TO BE CONTINUED...... -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/14/03 11:59am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/14/03 - CH 4 Added!]
	Oh, dear. I had an inkling that it wouldn't be long for Pliskin. I did like the way that Veers wanted to keep him awake, and was thinking of how he wanted to carry the injured man back to the shuttle and patch him up with the med kit. These things, especially his silent grief for a man he barely knew, make him sound more human and less like an evil Imp. (I'm pro-Rebel, in case you hadn't guessed, but this story caught my attention anyway.) You're welcome about the comments! -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/14/03 1:55pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/14/03 - CH 4 Added!] - Date Edited: 4/14/03 1:56pm (1 edits total) Edited By: CmdrMitthrawnuruodo
	These things, especially his silent grief for a man he barely knew, make him sound more human and less like an evil Imp. Not all are evil as proven with Pellaeon. There are some honorable Imperials and some who are just loyal and believe in the New Order and just want to make a career out of the military, such as Veers. (I'm pro-Rebel, in case you hadn't guessed, but this story caught my attention anyway.) Uh oh. Chuckles You might end up arguing against Veers later on in the story. This is a very pro-Imperial story. He may even convert you. -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 4/15/03 2:24pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/14/03 - CH 4 Added!]
	Upping this thread for you! -----signature----- .E.v.i.l. My antidrug. Is that an uzi or are you just happy to see me? When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into the wounds of your enemies. ~*~ English regularly jumps out of dark alleys and mugs other languages for all their good words. -Anyara
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/15/03 7:03pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/14/03 - CH 4 Added!]
	Chapter V - Skulls & Bones A mound of stone and a make shift tombstone were the only signs that Lieutenant Andrew Pliskin had ever existed. Colonel Maximilian Veers stood over the gravesite in solemn silence. It had been several hours since the Piranha Beetle attack and he had no fear of attracting their attention again anytime soon. During that time he had waited in a river beneath a rotting log, holding onto the prone form of Pliskin and once he was certain the buzzing had completely ceased to be heard by human hearing, he emerged to bury the young man. He had painstakingly collected rocks and small boulders from the riverbank all around and carefully arranged the burial mound of a proud and heroic soldier of the Empire. Colonel Veers' absentmindedly rubbed an emblem patch of the Empire between thumb and forefinger. A symbol that stood for the order of the New Order that had superseded the Old Republic. An emblem that held pride and honor for the Imperial war machine. Delicately he placed the patch onto the capstone of the grave and held it in place with a tiny rock. “Lieutenant Andrew Pliskin, you have served your Emperor in more ways than one. You will not be forgotten, I swear it on my own honor.” Colonel Veers straightened his posture proudly, clicked his heels together and saluted to the lost Lieutenant. He was now alone on a hostile world full of things that would want to eat him and traitors that would want to either kill or capture him. He was wet and cold and he felt like the first signs of hypothermia were setting in his bones. And he had the galaxy’s worse migraine. Veers rubbed his throbbing temple, grimaced and pulled away a bloodied hand. He had forgotten that he had been injured in the crash himself. His pained breathing reminded him of his bruised ribs, as if the revelation of his head injury had made him once again aware of his own body. I need a medkit. He told himself and wondered if one had really survived the crash of the shuttle. Then he remembered about the others and a new sadness enveloped him as he realized no one could have survived the veracious hunger of the Piranha Beetles. Colonel Veers slowly made his way back to the crash site all the while thinking about his colleagues and how many of them were alive when the carnivorous insects came down upon them. He shook his head of the vivid thoughts; he did not want to depress himself by continuing to live in the past. But the smell of Death would not let it go by that easily. As Veers approached closer to the remains of the shuttlecraft, the air around it reeked of death. He could feel it permeate through his flesh and down to his own bones. Veers shivered in response to the frigid atmosphere. He wanted to leave this area for more reasons than just the rebels. He had seen soldiers die in front of him. He had glimpsed at the agony of men who Death would not take quickly. He had seen and faced Death many times himself but nothing he had experienced in the past could prepare him for what he saw now as he crawled his way back inside the shuttle in search of a medical kit. Skulls and bones greeted his return. “Sithspawn.” He whispered in complete and terrifying horror as he stared at a slacked jaw skull staring out at him with eyeless sockets. He felt like he was in the middle of a horror holovid, no matter where he turned, he saw skeletons in tattered and torn uniforms. Some were missing their skulls; others’ were missing limbs and pieces of limbs and other parts. Colonel Veers moved away from the skeletal remains of the pilot and bumped into something that gently rested on his right shoulder. Already terrified, he pulled away from the object that landed on his shoulder. The bones of a forearm clattered to the dirt covered plastisteel floor. Veers completely forgot about the medical kit as he hastily scrambled his way out of the shuttle in fright. Never had he ever had to experience this in his entire career in the Imperial Army. Basic training had not and could not prepare him for the sights he saw back in the shuttle. ...To Be Continued -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/16/03 12:19am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/15/03 - CH 5 Added!]
	This is a very pro-Imperial story. He may even convert you. He might indeed -- not necessarily to the Empire itself, but perhaps to more stories about good and honourable Imperials. We shall see. A burial mound is a lot of work even for a healthy person. No wonder that Veers, who's also been injured in the crash and then spent some considerable time submerged in a cold river, is starting to feel the effects of shock and exposure by now. I did like the way he straightened up and saluted to the lost lieutenent, promising the dead man that he would not be forgotten. Ewww, that scene in the shuttle sounded like something creepy out of an Indiana Jones film. Brrr, skeletons still in uniform. Very vivid, especially showing how the uniforms were tattered and torn. I wouldn't have hung around either. -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 4/16/03 5:34am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/15/03 - CH 5 Added!]
	Heh. He'd have converted me if I hadn't already been an Imperialist.... -----signature----- .E.v.i.l. My antidrug. Is that an uzi or are you just happy to see me? When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into the wounds of your enemies. ~*~ English regularly jumps out of dark alleys and mugs other languages for all their good words. -Anyara
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moff_Sammael Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 4/16/03 9:35am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/15/03 - CH 5 Added!]
	So, what about new chapters? -----signature----- Imperial Remnant wants YOU! for the Gilad Pellaeon Fan Club. JOIN NOW! http://boards.theforce.net/EU_Community/b10194/8190053/?488 I Capitalism!!! Visit Czech Star Wars Universe at http://www.cswu.cz
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Darth_Bog Registered: Dec '02	Date Posted: 4/16/03 11:25pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/15/03 - CH 5 Added!]
	Congratulations on the switch to the Saga forum...at least yours isn't DEAD LAST like my Mr. T story is. Guess they don't pity the fool. Hurry up and write some NEW chapters before I tell everybody that Veers dies in the end. -----signature----- The Darth Vader Trial --- http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11883726&page=1
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/17/03 1:05pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/15/03 - CH 5 Added!] - Date Edited: 4/17/03 1:11pm (3 edits total) Edited By: CmdrMitthrawnuruodo
	Jane Jinn said He might indeed -- not necessarily to the Empire itself, but perhaps to more stories about good and honourable Imperials. We shall see. Well at least its one step closer in the right direction. Ewww, that scene in the shuttle sounded like something creepy out of an Indiana Jones film. Brrr, skeletons still in uniform. Very vivid, especially showing how the uniforms were tattered and torn. I wouldn't have hung around either. You know, after I wrote that scene I realized how much it resembled a scene straight out of Raiders of the Lost Ark. Course I guess that what happens after you watched the movie two days earlier. neila_nuruodo said Heh. He'd have converted me if I hadn't already been an Imperialist.... Heh. Yes and the General orders for all loyalists to convert the seperatists! moff_Sammael said So, what about new chapters? I am writing them as I post the old chapters. So hopefully, by the time I post chapter 15 again I should have several new chapters written. Darth_Bog said Congratulations on the switch to the Saga forum...at least yours isn't DEAD LAST like my Mr. T story is. Guess they don't pity the fool. Maybe I can do something about that. Hurry up and write some NEW chapters before I tell everybody that Veers dies in the end. [face_shocked] You spoiled the ending!!! [SoupNazi] No more story for you! [/SoupNazi] -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/17/03 1:28pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/15/03 - CH 5 Added!]
	Chapter VI - Rebel Sighting Colonel Maximilian Veers refused to return to the shuttle, even for a medical kit. He did not want to face the remains of his comrades or smell the stench that was no doubt by now hovering over the entire area. The past events had left him shaken, unusual for a man of his caliber. Vigorously he dowsed his face in cold, river water to wash away the dried blood from his face and head, as well as the vivid images. The cold, unsanitary water stung at his wound sharply but he ignored it and preferred the annoyance to the visions that kept swimming before him. Once he was certain that his head wound was clean, he pulled off his torn uniform jacket and began ripping away at it until he had thick and wide strips of cloth. Expertly he wrapped the wound with the strips until he looked like a tired, dirty, and wounded soldier from the Clone Wars holomovies, in his water reflection. I am a tired, dirty, and wounded soldier. He laughed gloomily at his own rippling reflection. Veers sat back on the edge of the riverbank and just stared out into space. Only now did he have the time to finally fully grasp his hapless situation. “Let me rephrase that, I am a tired, dirty, wounded, and stranded soldier.” He groaned at his hopelessness. Veers knew that the Imperial Fleet was coming, once it realized that the Death Star was no longer making or receiving any more communications. But the chances of the fleet finding him on a jungle covered and rebel infested planet were next to nil. “Unless, I make my way to those stone monoliths I saw earlier. When the fleet arrives, the rebels should be either gone or defeated.” He vaguely remembered getting a glimpse of a set of golden colored stone temples before the disastrous crash. Slowly he stood up and searched in all directions as to which way the structures were located. He visualized the trajectory of the shuttle and which direction he remembered seeing the temples. Veers scowled in frustration when he realized he wasn’t absolutely certain as to which direction was right. “Kriff it!” He hollered and kicked at the muddy riverbank, sending clods of mud into the gentle flowing river. After the brief spurt of his temper he slowly began to calm himself. “Take it easy, Maximilian, just stay with the...” Then he heard it. It was faint at first and then grew louder as it approached. At first, Colonel Veers thought the Piranha Beetles were returning and then he distinguished the distinct sound of an ion engine. The stranded Imperial began to run back toward the shuttle in hopes of a rescue, but after the first few meters he came to a dead stop. A new type of fear etched across his tired visage. “Rebels.” He muttered as he turned and ran away from the crash site. He splashed his way across the river to the other side and into the tree line of the jungle. Veers tried to make himself smaller and unnoticeable by lying flat on his stomach. He did not want to leave the area since he didn’t know which way the temples were located. His only chance of rescue was the hope that the Imperial fleet would spot the earthly scar of the crash from orbit. The noisy craft slowly flew overhead, barely skimming the tree canopy, from the south-southwesterly direction. It was just about the same direction, which the Imperial shuttle had made it’s deadly crash from. Veers heart fluttered in both adrenaline-induced excitement and a new hope that he could be rescued sooner and easier than just staying around the downed craft. The rebel craft came into full view as it began its descent over the crash site. It was Veers realized, a stolen Imperial shuttle bearing the insignia of the Rebel Alliance. Unconsciously he pressed his body further into the moist dirt of the forest floor as he waited for the same craft to leave in conclusion that no one survived. Then a new idea came to him. What if he could capture the shuttle and make his way back to Imperial held territory? He knew he might be branded a hero and survivor of a disastrous battle against the rebel terrorists. He wondered what the Imperial Gold Cross would feel like around his neck. Probably just like every other medal I had received. He made up his mind, he would try and steal the shuttle and in the process kill the rebels that arrived with it. After all, he owed it to the millions of soldiers and civilian workers that died on the space station, including Lieutenant Pliskin. Then as he moved to grab for his pistol, he found the leather holster empty of the DL-44 BlasTech. Veers dark blue eyes glanced to his side in dismay. Now how was he supposed to defeat the rebel search party without a blaster? “The tracks lead this way.” Someone said on the other side of the river just out of sight. Veers craned his neck to get a better view and spotted a group of three rebels following something along the ground. They’re following my footprints! One member of the group pointed ahead and the Colonel held his breath as they briskly approached the grave of Lieutenant Pliskin. A blonde human picked up the emblem patch and flipped it over in his hand with scrutiny. “Someone has survived.” He said to the others. “But there were only one set of footprints?” Protested a younger rebel in status quo orange flight suit of rebel pilots. Veers snickered at the stupidity of the young man and wished all rebels were just as incompetent. “Then how do you explain a dead body buried underneath rocks?” The third member pointed out after removing several of the stones. Colonel Veers hissed at the audacity of the rebels to disturb the grave of a dead man, especially that of an Imperial officer. “No way a dead man could bury himself like this.” “Oh. You do have a point.” The young pilot admitted embarrassed by his own ignorance. Veers wondered how such an imbecile could make it to be a pilot. “Look here.” The leader of the group pointed at a set of impressions in the ground. “The tracks lead back into the forest toward the shuttle.” The rebel stood from his kneeling position and looked ahead, than pointed again. “And there, they return to the river.” Veers heart raced as he realized the rebels were tracking him. He grimaced at his own stupidity for leaving his tracks so easily visible. The three rebels followed his trail to the embankment of the river, the leader knelt down and scooped up a handful of dirt and let it fall through his fingers. “Our mystery survivor is injured and nearby. The blood here is still fresh.” The tracking rebel stated for his companions, his gaze followed along the opposite tree line until both Veers’ and the rebel’s eyes met. It was only sheer will that prevented the Colonel from getting up and run from his hidden position. He softly let out his breath that he had forgotten he was holding as the rebel turned away from the forest. “The tracks end here. I’m going to cross to see if they start again on the other side.” Colonel Veers groaned in dismay as he watched the rebel pace back and forth along side the riverbank in search of the trail. “Find anything?” The young pilot inquired and the rebel leader nodded, waving for them to join him on the other side. “Yeah and I think he knows we’re here.” The rebel replied and explained to his companions how the stride of the tracks was wider than the ones on the other side of the river, indicating that the owner was running. The three rebels straightened and each pulled their sidearm free of the holster. Colonel Veers cautiously glanced around his surroundings and hoped his hiding spot hid him well. He did not need the rebels to find him, even though it meant he would no longer be stranded on the mud ball of a planet. Seriously though, he would rather be captured than live the rest of his life here. At least his chances of escaping the rebels were better than being rescued on a jungle covered, backwater, and piranha beetle infested planet. The leader, the blonde, and the pilot began to make their way toward the Colonel’s position, unaware how close they were to the sole surviving Imperial. ...To Be Continued -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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