Sins Of The Fathers

?Rogue Three, chop left!? Hana shouted.

?Copy, Rogue Nine.?

Ahead of her Star Slayer, Three?s fighter rolled to port, on it?s tail was a TIE Droid, chewing away with its lasers. With some difficulty, she got a weapons lock. That was followed by the destruction of the droid fighter.

?Thanks, Nine.?

?Any time, Three. You need a wing??

?Yeah, Four?s gone.?

?All right. I?m right with you.?

Three pulled up, which gave them a pretty good view of the battle. A Pirate Confederation fleet had dropped into real space over Coruscant, and was plowing away at the orbital facilities over the planet with ruthless efficiency. With every wave of starfighters the Republic fighters pushed back, two more dumped out of the Pirate cruiser?s hangar bays.

Captain Tyia kept in close with her new wingman, and punched a hole in the pirate fighter screen. It wasn?t exactly a hot knife through butter. The PC forces were pounding the Republic lines, and they were well programmed, well equipped. And very deadly.

As they pushed through the lines, they saw hordes of droids pursue Republic starfighters. Hana tried to punch off a few snap-shots at the droids, but there was no way to see if she was successful.

?Rogue Squadron,? That was the CO on the ground. ?We?re evacuating. Try to punch some holes in the cruiser screen for some escape routes.? There was a long pause as General Tainer didn?t acknowledge or reply. ?Rogue Leader, do you copy??

Beep informed her of the situation. She was the highest-ranking Rogue left. Just great.

?This is Captain Hana Tyia. I?m the highest-ranking Rogue left. We copy, and are on our way.?

?Good luck, Rogue Leader. May the Force be with you.?

She picked a Star Destroyer flanked by a few bulk cruisers and Corvettes, and transmitted the target to the rest of the squadron. ?Here?s the plan, Rogues. Three and I will launch two rockets each at the bridge tower. Everyone else will follow up with a salvo straight in the middle of her. Hopefully, the explosion and debris will knock out the flanking craft. What?s left, we?ll hit them. Do you copy??

?Rogue Three, ready.?

?Rogue Six acknowledges.?

?Rogue Seven, ready.?

?Rogue Eight, ready to roll.?

?Rogue Eleven, standing by.?

That wasn?t good. Only six members of Rogue Squadron were left. Time to see if they could punch up their reputation a bit further.

As they approached the Confederation fleet, their turbolasers erupted in long streams of deadly hot light. All of them seemed focused on Hana?s cockpit. But, the responsibility she had to her pilots kept her from panicking. She couldn?t panic, or they would go down in flames with her.

And the Republic would never get off Coruscant.

?Keep it loose, keep it moving, Rogues. You don?t want to end up as hot goo on your wingman?s nose.? That was about the best thing that she could think of to remedy the situation. All else was in the hands of fate.

As she slowly got weapons lock, the turbolaser fire increased in intensity and proximity. Then, when she was right on top of the Destroyer, it all cut off. She was too close for the batteries to fire at. And the flanking ships didn?t fire because they didn?t want to hit their own craft.

?Fire away, Three.?

She launched two heavy rockets at the command tower, then pulled back on the ship, and prepared to run at a Corvette. Behind her, Rogue Three similarly launched rockets at the command tower. They hit, and effectively left the structure a fireball of destruction. The shield generators that protected the ship went down, as did all helm control.

Which left the hangar bay fuel tanks prime targets for the Rest of the Rogues. Their own rocket volley hit the exposed bay, and created a massive wave front of destruction that ripped apart the destroyer.

The Rogues could maneuver in between the chunks of hot metal that were thrown out because of the destroyer?s death. The same could not be said for the flanking cruisers. They were, in essence, big huge collector rela

 

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The remaining pirate leaders were not pleased.

It was impossible for anyone to be in a pleasant mood when your entire mode of employment was suddenly crushed beneath in one swift stroke.

General Koyu, the Gand male, was perhaps the most outraged. He shouted at Admiral Nurdo when she was only three meters away, deep inside a bunker on the outskirts of Imperial territory. ?HOW COULD YOU DO THAT? MY FORCE IS NOW WIPED OUT! YOU SAID THAT WE WOULD RECEIVE LITTLE OR NO LIVING-?

Admiral Nurdo cut him off. ?General, in our last meeting, I told you not to include living crew on your attack at Coruscant.?

?You said ?if you were willing to take the risk of losing them.??

?And, were you willing to lose that proportion of your force??

?No, I wasn?t.?

?Then why did you deploy them in the attack? I warned you that you would receive heavy casualties if you attacked the capital.?

?But, you also promised huge loot.?

?I did, and it is there.?

?But, there was nothing left by the time I got there.?

?That?s the wonderful thing about piracy, isn?t it, General? ?Survival of the fittest? I believe you stated it. Now, if you need more loot, you can always find employment in the Imperial armed forces.? Defeated, the Gand shut up. ?Pleased to have this discussion with you, General. Now, seeing as though your fleets are reduced to levels to before this collaboration began, I offer to you the final stage of this war.?

All the pirate Generals, Admirals, and Commanders began to listen more closely.

?As the Imperial fleet pushes further into core systems, your bands will simply?surrender.? Murmurs started along the gathering, which she quieted down with a simple wave of the hand. ?Yes, surrender. After that, you will be given escort to Hutt Space. There, you can go on with your lives as noted when we began this association. The Imperial fleet will leave you alone, provided you leave us alone. Is that agreed??

Nods went up the table.

?Excellent. The coming future will be a brighter one then under our honored Emperor, and there will be peace in the galaxy. I thank you all again, and your next round of payments is being loaded to your cargo bays now. That concludes this meeting.?

 

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Admiral Nurdo stepped off the ramp of her command shuttle and walked onto the hangar bay. Before her was a regiment of storm troopers in sharp attention. In front of all that was her staff: General Halcyon, Colonel Fel, General Yourl, the commander of the Retribution?s ground forces, and Commander Rosh, the Captain of the Retribution.

She took a look around, then walked forward to them.

?Admiral Nurdo, it is a pleasure to have you back aboard.? Rosh greeted her.

?I see you haven?t torn her apart in my absence.? Nurdo noted.

Colonel Fel: ?How was your inspection tour, Admiral??

Nurdo: ?Better than expected, Colonel. The bases on the Outer Rim surpass Imperial standards by an amazing level.? She turned to General Halcyon. ?General, I remained informed of your actions while I was gone. You?ve done extremely well pushing your squadrons.?

Halcyon: ?Thank you, Admiral. The pirates have been rather cowardly recently. Not at all like their behavior since before Coruscant. I believe we can push forward more swiftly to the Core Worlds.?

Nurdo: ?Agreed, General. Now, if you would be so as to join me in the briefing room, we can talk more of such matters.?


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The staff took their seats around the oval table, as Admiral Nurdo hit the controls of the central holo-projector. A holographic display of the galaxy showing political boundaries was projected at eye level in the center of the table.

A huge arc in blue represented the Empire. A pocket of yellow represented the Republic territory, although black stripes representing Pirate Confederacy territory covered most of it. A smaller pocket of purple represented Hutt space. And a small gray ring around the galaxy?s edge represented unexplored or unclaimed regions.

?This is our situation,? Nurdo stated. ?Our territory is in an arc, starting in the Tingel Arm, running into Belkadan, Dubrillion, Dantooine, and into the Unknown Regions (now known as the Expansion Regions). It then moves down into Bakura, Endor, Bespin, and Hoth. The arc then moves up to Naboo, Rodia, Bothawui, and at the peak, into Tynna.

?Our objective is to move further up into the Core Worlds and secure them. Once that is accomplished, the main fleet will split up, and liberate the pockets of territory left after our great push.

?Give me a rough estimate on when we can achieve that.?

Halcyon noted. ?It depends, Admiral.?

?On what, General??

?Well, we have secured territory in the Expansion Regions. If we moved our fleet there in a movement to the Core Worlds, we wouldn?t have to worry so much about the supply line problem that has plagued us in this offensive. Then, we could have the Core Worlds secured in a few weeks and the pockets left over secured in a few months afterward.?

Commander Rosh: ?He?s right, Admiral. Otherwise, we could spend at least six months waiting for supply lines to be secured. While we sit around sipping tea, billions of people will be starving and dying. We can not have that on our hands.?

Nurdo: ?Agreed. The Retribution will move to the Expansion Regions and link up with Admiral Tayloc?s armada. Then, we will push in and take the Core Worlds. In the mean time, our force will spread out and engage any Pirate force in this space. Commander Rosh, see to it.?

Rosh: ?Yes, ma?am.?

Nurdo: ?General Halcyon, keep your pilots in constant simulation. Have them at peak efficiency at all times.?

Ceiran: ?Yes, ma?am.?

Nurdo: ?General Yourl, have your technicians review every ground vehicle in inventory. Have your troops prepared for ground assaults in the sim chamber.?

Yourl: ?Yes, Admiral.?

Nurdo: ?Anything else that needs to be raised while we?re here?? No one raised their hand. ?Good. Get to it.?

 

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Darth Iana, confined in the petite frame of the young Queen Leina, let her thoughts roam free. The young powerful Jedi Knight, Ceiran Halcyon, was caught in her spell of love and lust. When the time came, he would be hers forever. The galaxy, so fragile, so weak, was hers for the taking.

Victory, complete and total victory was in her grasp.

And life could never be better.

She rose from her throne behind her desk, and stared at the cityscape of Threed. Since the crime lords have been vanquished, the Nubian people had put their heart and soul into rebuilding their cities and homes. Decades of grime, dirt, graffiti, trash, and human waste had been cleaned up, and the cities of Naboo were restored to their gleaming brilliance.

It was times like this where the mind of Queen Leina would try again to push Darth Iana out. But, the woman was reduced to no strength, and it was easy for her to push the woman away. The sheer perverse joy she took in defeating the girl would be able to amuse her for years.

The Sith lord stared again at the cityscape, and foresaw the future. In a matter of weeks, Naboo would become the temporary capital of the new Empire until Coruscant could be rebuilt. A new Constitution would be written giving the people the political power of a republic, but also giving the state power to impose order and peace. Thus, the greatest features of the New Republic and Empire would be combined.

Ceiran Halcyon would be easy to control. Her current thought would be to reveal her identity as Darth Iana at the wedding ceremony, and force him to join the Dark Side by slaying the body of Queen Leina. The boy would be in emotional turmoil, and thus easy to manipulate when Iana found a new body to control.

It was a thought, but quickly becoming a plan to be implemented.

 

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C. As soon as I get back, I will finish this story. It's been going on far too long, and I need to finish it up.

 

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Ceiran shot out of the Retribution?s hangar bay, and pushed his throttle ahead to full. Behind him, swarms of Imperial fighters raced out of their nest, anxious to enter battle. In front of the pilots, and the Retribution, a massive Pirate force complete with Interdictor cruisers blocked the Imperial?s way.

Over the comm, orders bustled through to the pilots. ?Starfighters, you are ordered to move into a Marg Sabl closure maneuver.?

The Imperial Jedi hit the comm. ?Command, request confirmation, a Marg Sabl maneuver??

?Confirmed, General.?

Ceiran sighed, and began to position his fighter to comply with the order. ?As ordered, Command. Let?s move, boys. One Eighty First, on me.? The Marg Sabl was one of the most basic, defeatable, old maneuvers ever made. True, they may have been deadly in the Clone wars, but strategists had long since learned how to counter it.

But, the pirate force apparently hadn?t read any strategic texts on the issue, because they shifted out of their bowl configuration into a complex pattern that made no sense to Ceiran at all.

Then, it clicked into his mind. In his campaign against the New Republic, Grand Admiral Thrawn had used psychological blind spots against a species to disastrous effect. In their campaign against the galaxy, the Yuzzhan Vong had virtually destroyed the entire New Republic and Imperial records and civilization. Only an intense rebuilding campaign after the galactic devastation had brought the galaxy back up to the levels it was at now.

It was possible that the commander of the pirate force didn?t have the knowledge to counter the Marg Sabl, but that was unlikely. Unless Admiral Nurdo was?no, that was impossible.

Ceiran switched over to the 181st comm channel, and pushed cool confidence into his voice. ?Flight Leaders, report in.?

?One Flight, standing by.? That was Colonel Jaina Fel.

?Two Flight, standing by.? That was the Chiss Captain Jolam

?Three Flight, standing by.? Nine was Lieutenant Horl.

?Copy, 181st. Lock claws to attack position. Let?s hope the Admiral knows what she?s doing.?

The Imperial starfighters held position in their complicated formation, and watched as the pirate force and the Retribution closed. The pirates opened fire in a wildly scattered manner, not concentrating their fire to break through the Retribution?s enormous shield power. In return, the Super Star Destroyer unleashed sheets of deadly turbolaser power on the smaller ships in the fleet. With each salvo, less and less pirate ships were alive and able to return fire.

In less than 5 minutes, the entire pirate fleet was in chaos.

?Command to all starfighters. You are cleared to engage at will.?

?Copy, command,? Ceiran replied. On the squad channel, he called the 181st to battle. ?All right, 181st, let?s go.?

?Copy, Lead. One Flight, on me.?

?Two Flight, let?s go.?

?Three Flight, hold it together and nail some bandits.?

Ceiran threw his throttle open to full, and led the charge into the pirate force. He also let the Force flow into him, and absorbed every detail of the battle into his conscious. It was clear that the starfighters the Imperials were facing were droids, but the crews were vehemently alive.

As he opened up with his laser cannons, the 181st and other units of the fighter group did the exact same thing. Mass fire ripped the droids to shreds, and the subsequent dogfight further eliminated their numbers.

The Retribution?s guns fell silent due to the risk of hitting their own craft, but that didn?t mean that Admiral Nurdo was silent in her mental processes.

They were supposed to surrender, she thought. Why have they attacked us? Are they seeking revenge in their own moronic way?

She called out to her communications officer. ?Lieutenant, offer the pirate force an opportunity to surrender.?

?As ordered, Admiral.? As Nurdo watched her starfighters ruthlessly crush the droid starfighters, the communications officer went to work. ?Admiral, the Pirate commander must unfortunately d

 

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