The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)

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  1. FTeik Force Ghost

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    By comparison this is a smaller update, but don´t worry. We´ll soon see another battle.

    I also updated "Union of the Empires greatest Warriors".

    Enjoy!



    The tale of Darth Vaders Son



    Lucan Vader walked through the streets of the vast city.

    To his right were the lanes for the aircars and repulsortransports, forming the middle of the broad valley between the mile high skyscrapers and towers of the city. The gap between the huge buildings were big enough for the sun to touch the ground even here.

    It was a light day, the sun shone bright and the sky was blue. The air was fresh and the passages were flanked by huge green trees. The wide walkways between the buildings and the trafficlanes were neat enough to eat from, despite countless people walking on them in different directions. Children were playing, shopowners doing business and the people made room for him, the moment he moved foreward, looking at him with respect and admiration in their eyes.

    It was a picture of order, of peace. An enviroment were people were able to take care of their businesses and become wealthy by it.

    As it should be.

    Viewing a group of stormtroopers patrolling along the walkway, Lucan mused about the looks of admiration and respect. It was a good feeling, especially since he deserved it for all he had done, for what he had achieved and for what he was. The people of the galaxy had finally accepted his superiority over them, willingly entrusted their lives and their future into his hands.

    It was a happy burden, although he had to carry it alone. Being superior meant also being seperated from others, since they weren´t his equals. But Lucan didn´t blame them for being inferior and different than him. After all, it wasn´t their fault.

    "Things could always be that easy, if people were only willing to accept, what they are." he thought.

    The view changed.

    The son of Darth Vader was now standing on the top of a high mountain. Looking he could see the city he had just been walking through. Looking up he saw the dark void of space with its millions of stars. Stardestroyers and other ships, his ships, were moving between them, enforcing his peace, bringing law and order to the less civilizated areas of the universe. Not only in this galaxy, but in the other islands of stars as well.

    Lucan was able to see it all, from his point of view, that high, on the top of his mountain.

    The hissing sound of a respirator gave away the presence of another being. A strong hand was gently pressing his shoulder
    and Lucan, suddenly small compared to the towering figure of his father, Darth Vader rested his head against the hip of the Dark Lord of the Sith.

    "I did it, father." he said with a low voice. "I made our dream come true. I restored order and united the galaxy."

    "Yes, you did it." answered Darth Vader with his deep voice. And then he said the words Lucan was willing to die for.

    "I´m proud of you, my son."

    Lucan closed his eyes in joy. He turned around to hug his fathers waist ...

  2. FTeik Force Ghost

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    Upped "The Colliding of Empires".

    Enjoy.

    Two or three more posts on this one and Luke and his brother will met for the first time.
  3. FTeik Force Ghost

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    The tale of Darth Vaders Son


    ... and dropped over the edge of the bed to the floor of his quaters aboard the Stardestroyer "Spectre".

    "Autsch."

    Swallowing down a curse he stood up. For over eight years now, this had been his favourite dream during the few occasions he really slept. Meditations in the force were a much better way to regain his strenght, but Lucan allowed himself those little luxeries. Especially if he had company. For a moment he watched the sleeping form of the pretty ensign he had spent the night with. It didn´t mattered to Lucan, if the crewers of his ship were male or female, human or alien, as long as they got the job done.

    Putting his clothes on he thought about last night and the passionate lovemaking with ... the ensign. Lucan turned around and looked at the sleeping form of the blond woman. Ensign ..., blast, what was her name?

    "Admit it." he thought. "No passionate lovemaking, just sex. Hard and heated, but without soul." He sighed.

    The woman in his bed wasn´t the first and certainly not the last, but it didn´t took long for Lucan to become bored with them. They seemed to lack something, although Lucan wasn´t able to say what. If he liked it or not, he felt lonely.

    The son of Darth Vader was aware of his own mortality, but if he wanted to make sure, that the galaxy stayed in capable hands as soon as he had conquered it, one day there would have to be somebody, who was able to replace him, to continue his work.

    Why not his own offspring? After all, he was the second generation of a dynasty and a third certainly wouldn´t hurt. Funny, that he wasn´t able to image one of the many women he had slept with to be the mother of his child. To think of one of them as his wife was even more laughable. He sighed again. Sooner or later he would have to find a suitable mate and if not... . Well, there was always the option to clone himself, like the late emperor Palpatine, but if no Spaarti-Cloning-Cylinder was available he better started soon.

    Lucan didn´t knew why, but suddenly, without intention the image of another woman was in his head. Carzeta Myntrela. How could he have forgotten her? He remembered her very well. The way she laughed, the smell of her hair, her firm body pressed against his. Her bright spirit and her quick thinking. Her passion and compassion. Yes, that woman would make a worthy partner.

    Funny, that he only realized it now and not when he had been together with her. But then his mind had been occupied with other things. He wondered if she was well, if she was happy with her current live. If there was somebody else. And if so, if he could win her back or if he had to kill that guy.

    Yes, that was it. As soon as this mission was over, he would search her, find her and court her, until she agreed to become his wife. His wife and the mother of his children. But first there was a stiketeam of the New Republic to destroy.

    A shift of the bed and a yawn caused Darth Vaders sons thoughts back into the here and now. The blond ensign was sitting up, covering her naked body with the sheets and smiling at him. Lucan always wondered how a woman was able to glow the way they did after a night with him.

    "Good morning, Mylord." she said.

    "Morning." he greeted back. Suddenly he was extremly annoyed by her presence. He turned to the door, intending to leave, but her voice stopped him.

    "Do you want me to come this evening, too, Mylord?" she asked with a sultry voice. Lucan turned back at her.

    "I don´t think so." he only wanted to get rid of her. "By the way congregulations, Miss Dlarit. You´ve been promoted to Lieutenant."

    "Wow, thank you, Mylord." she crawled to the edge of the bed, dropping the sheets a little bit to show her cleavage. "I can´t expect to show you my gratitude."

    "About that i have no doubt. Unfortunately your new position is aboard the Interdictorcruiser "Catcher" so we won´t see again." The door opened. "Have a nice day."

    The shocked look on the newly-promoted Lieutenant Dlarits face was something he didn´t saw anymore.
  4. FTeik Force Ghost

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    Updated "Union of the Empires greatest Warriors".
  5. Grim_Reaper Jedi Knight

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    To my great surprise i actually like this one best although Thrawn is my favorite character in the SW universe. I really really hope he doesn't kill her...
  6. FTeik Force Ghost

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  7. Cypher18 Jedi Master

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    hey I found this story again. Nice posts, keep it up.
  8. Grim_Reaper Jedi Knight

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    Lucan - Carzeta Myntrela (since she is part of the taskforce he's gonna destroy)
  9. Cypher18 Jedi Master

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    I think he is going to kill her and luke raises her son.
  10. FTeik Force Ghost

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    Wow - four replies since the last update.
    That deserves a reward, don´t you agree. Here is the next part.


    The tale of Darth Vaders Son

    Like a predator forced to live in a cage, Luke Skywalker patroled the bridge of the MonCalamari-Cruiser "MorningTide", a modern MC90.

    The "MorningTide" was accompanied by an older MC80, the "DeepSea", a Corellian Corvette and a small tanker. Escorting the group of capital ships were three squadrons of X-Wings from the "MorningTide", that had accompanied the ships on their travel from Coruscant to the Teffeel-System on their own. It was in this system were Rogue-Squadron, Clawfinger-Squadron and the Storm-squadron would leave the fleet to sneak into Moff Odiin Vaskals territory to play the game of guerillawar. The fighters of those three squadrons had been transported in the hangar of the MonCalamari-Cruiser to give their pilots as much rest as possible before they would take off.

    Luke Sykwalker had only at the starport decided to accompany the small fleet, caused by a sudden feeling that something wasn´t right. Although he had quit the service in the New Republics armed forces years ago, as Jedimaster, Hero of the Rebellion and brother of the current chief of state, there had be nothing the captain of the "MorningTide" could have said to prevent Luke Skywalker from coming aboard. And the members of the crew viewed the presence of the Jedi as a good sign, after all. Smarter persons however would perhaps have started to worry.

    Captain Deblev joinded the Jedimaster at the transparisteelwindow.

    "Our freight is ready to take off."

    "I see." answered Luke still looking out to the stars. He couldn´t point a finger on it, but something felt wrong. Very wrong.

    ------

    Inside the hangar of the "MorningTide" last preperations were finished and the three squadrons of X-Wings were ready.

    "X-Wing-Squadrons report readiness for take-off." requested the officer of the Hangarcontrol.

    "Rogue 1, ready for take-off." confirmed General Wedge Antilles, the leader of the entire enterprise.

    "Rogue 2, ready." this was Colonel Tycho Celchu, commander of the Rogues, since Wedge had been promoted to General.

    "Rogue 3 is ready." stated Corran Horn, who still wasn´t used to the idea, that he was no longer Rogue Nine.

    "Rogue 4 ready." this was Corrans wingman Ooryl Qrygg.

    "Rogue 5 ready." sounded Inyri Forges voice.

    "Rogue 6 ready." Gavin Darklighter.
    .
    .
    .
    Rogue 7 to 12 reported also to be ready. Then it was the turn of the "Clawfingers".

    "Clawfingers 1-12 are ready for take-off." reported Commander Carzeta Myntrela. Wedge Antilles rose his eyebrows in surprise.

    "That was a fast one, Commander." he told her.

    "While everyone of your Rogue-braggarts had to waste time to report personally to hangarcontrol, the "Clawfingers" were reporting to me on our squadrons freqency so that i could make the report in three seconds. We are a diciplined and modest squadron, General." mocked Carzeta.

    "If you are as good in battle as you are modest, i have no problems with it." answered Wedge Antilles.

    This incident only confirmed his opinion of Carzeta Myntrela. A good commander with a lot of corps-spirit and able to motivate her men by taking advantage of the friendly kind of rivalry between different squadrons.

    "Alright, Stormsquadron, confirm readiness to take off." he ordered to their third squadron.

    "Yup, yup, Commander." answered Commander Wes Janson, Storm 1, since the Stormsquadron was the only one of the three squadrons, that had been put new together. "Storm 1-12 ready."

    "We followed the modest example set by the "Clawfingers" explained "Hobbie" Derek Klivian, Storm 2. "While you were talking to the charming Commander Myntrela."

    "Rmmmpf." answered General Antilles. "Alright, lets take off. The sooner we finish this mission, the better for my mental health."

    --------

    From the bridge of the "MorningTide" Luke Skywalker could observe how X-Wing after X-Wing left the hangars of the capital ship.

    As soon as the snubfighers were out, they sta
  11. Grim_Reaper Jedi Knight

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    Well if we get a reward like this every time we post a reply, i hope we get a lot of replies... This story rules. And Cyper18, i think you're right but don't like it.. But hope is a valueble thing and i have some left. That's the advantage of posting at a forum. Most writers adjust parts of their story to the wishes of their fans. If only more people would agree to the survival of her....(HINT)
  12. Cypher18 Jedi Master

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    yeah i dont wnat to see her die either, by the way great post. Post more soon.
  13. FTeik Force Ghost

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    The tale of Darth Vaders Son

    "Sir, there is something unusual." reported the responsible officer of the "MorningTides" sensorstation.

    Captain Deblev stepped to the man. "Something unusual?" he asked.

    "For a fraction of a second there was something like a sensorimpuls." hurried the inferior officer to explain. Again a short "blip" could be seen on the screen. "There is it again. But its to small to be a ship."

    "To small to be a ship." tried Luke Skywalker to confirm, who had observed the entire exchange and who felt now an ugly suspicion rose in his guts. "Can you triangulate its position?"

    "Yes, Master Skywalker."

    Deblev shot a questioning look at the Jedimaster. "I guess we both think the same, Master Skywalker." he said with a low voice. Turning to his bridgecrew he ordered. "Change course on vector 264 and make our ioncannons ready. Also make sure to disturb all attempts at communications. Intercept."

    As fast as possible the huge MonCalamari-Cruiser turned around, accelerating towards the unknown contact, powering up its communicationsscramblers.

    ----

    The probedroid registered the changes in the behaivior of the objects it observed and even for droids with a less sophisticated brain than the one it owned would have been capable to guess the consequences.

    Activating its thrusters it accelerated away from the advancing enemyship, while bringing at the same time its hypercom-antenna in position to report its last observations.

    ----

    The "MorningTide" covered the several thousand kilometers in a matter of seconds, soon getting the object its crew was searching for on the targetingsensors of its weaponsstations. But long before that, the entire spectrum for communications was jammed.

    ----

    "We have a positive targetlook." reported the weaponsofficer of the "MorningTide"

    "Ioncannons fire." ordered Captain Deblev. The tall Mon Calamari rolled his eyes nervously.

    ----

    The probedroid diverted all available power to its thrusters, still trying to escape its huge persecutor, but without success. Hit by several blasts from the ioncannons of the huge ship, its electronic systems went down.

    But its builders had been prepared for that possibility. The very moment the droid was hit its selfdestruction was initiated. In an expanding cloud of flames and debris the droid vanished out of existence.

    ----

    "There is no doubt, isn´t it?" asked Luke Skywalker, who watched the last moments of the unmatched hunt on tape.

    "No." confirmed Deblev. "An imperial probedroid. Somehow somebody knew, that our taskforce would depart here."

    "Fortunately we were able to intercept the droid and to prevent it from fullfilling its purpose."

    "Yes, but it was close. To close. Hopefully ... ."

    "Sir, Captain ... ." were the human Jedi and the MonCalamari-Captain interrupted.

    "What is it?" demanded Deblev to know.

    "We have a second contact. And its transmitting a hyperspacemessage."
  14. Grim_Reaper Jedi Knight

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    Yes... another update! Keep up the good work!
  15. Cypher18 Jedi Master

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    Great post. Getting interesting.
  16. Grim_Reaper Jedi Knight

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    Are we gonna get an update soon? Please?
  17. FTeik Force Ghost

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    Well, here is the next part. Tell me what you think. Be warned, there will be a lot of character-deaths soon.


    The tale of Darth Vaders Son

    Admiral Guderi watched the tall figure of Lucan Vader carefully. Thirty minutes had passed since one of their probedroids inside the Teffeel-System had transmitted the departing vector of the New Republics taskforce to them. The "Spectre" and the sixhundred meter long Interdictorcruiser "Catcher" had then needed twenty minutes to reach this system, that didn´t have a name, but only a number on the maps, where they would intercept the taskforce of the New Republic. The only way the three squadrons of X-Wings and their supportships could escape now would be a change of their set course in hyperspace, but that would mean, that they were abandoning the mission.

    Guderi turned back to the tactical hologram. On his side all players were in position. The "Catcher" formed one angle of a triangle, its powerful gravity-well-projectors already creating a coneshaped interdiction-field towards the centre of the triangle. Close behind the Interdictorcruiser its two squadrons of fighters were waiting, one squadron of Interceptors and one of ordinary TIEs. Guderi made a face when he thought about them. The construction-facility of SienarFleetSystems they controlled was producing TIE-Avengers in the hundreds, but it was a huge fleet and ships like the "Catcher" were on the low end of the recieving list.

    As if to make up for it, the second angle consisted of the entire fighterwing of the "Spectre", sixty hyperspace-capable TIE-Avengers, with shields, lasers and protontorpedos and twelve Scimitar-Assault-Bombers Mark II.

    Both groups were only several dozen kilometers away from each other, while the "Spectre" had retreated to a position several lightseconds away from them, forming the tip of a very pointed triangle.

    Guderi looked at his watch. The enemy should be here in a matter of minutes. He turned back to his Master, Lucan Vader. The Sithlord was standing in a tense position, as if listening to a voice only he was able to hear. Slowly his arm moved up. Seing this Guderi hurried to order the bridge-crew. "Be ready for the jump. On my mark." His eyes switched back to the young Lord Vader.

    The seconds seemed to pass like hours.

    Then.

    The arm of the Dark Lord dropped down.

    "Jump." barked the helmeted figure.

    The "Spectre" jumped to lightspeed, but before the blackness of space was replaced by the swirling streaks and clouds of hyperspace Guderi could see a number of ships trapped in the centre of the interdictionfield.

    ----

    General Wedge Antilles knew something was wrong the very moment his X-Wing dropped out of hyperspace long before their flight should be over. For a moment he searched for the gravitol anomaly that had pulled him out of the faster-than-light-realm, hoping that the interruption of their flight had a natural source, but only until he discovered the wellknown shape of an imperial Interdictorcruiser a few kilometers away.

    And then all hell broke out.

    ----

    In his youth Gavin Darklighter, now Rogue Six, had accompanied his father into the deserts of Tatooine, during one of the drynesses on Tatooine. Although the planet was a desert already, there were periods, that were even worse, when not even the Tusken or the wild Banthas were able to find necessary needed water anymore. During those times the ambushes and raids on settlements increased dramatically in numbers, simply for getting water and so Gavin and his father were scouting for Tuskenactivity.

    They hadn´t found any Tusken, but a large herd of Banthas, moving towards
    a canyon that diveded a chain of Mountains into two halfs. His father explained to the young Darklighter, that the animals hoped to find water and deposits of salt. Where Banthas were, there weren´t Tusken far away and so the two Darklighters decided to follow the herd and climbed on one side of the canyon into the mountains.

    Gavin was still climbing over the edge of the plateau at the top, when he realised, that
  18. Grim_Reaper Jedi Knight

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    A real tension builder... Poor Wes...Don't make me say poor Carzeta Myntrela...Please?
  19. Cypher18 Jedi Master

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    This is getting real good. Loved the post.Keep them a-coming.
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    The tale of Darth Vaders Son

    The very moment the "Spectre" was pulled out of hyperspace by the interdictionfield of the "Catcher", the ship had opened fire with every cannon available. Green and blue bolts of Turbolaserfire and Ioncannons were pounded into the ships of the New Republic.

    On the bridge of the Stardestroyer the leading persons were recieving the results of the first five seconds of their ambush.

    "Nine enemy-starfighters destroyed. Five out of the squadron at their aft, three of the middle one and one from the leading squadron. Our surprise was total."

    "Remember me to promote the officer at tractor-station three, who managed to catch the Corellian Corvette with his tractorbeam after our first volley. Now finish her off." ordered Guderi. "Can anybody tell me, where their tanker is?"

    "Our sensors are registering a cloud of debris, that fits the mass of the tanker. And our dorsal shields have dropped by sixty percent. It seems the tanker collided with our dorsal frontshields and exploded and we haven´t seen it, because of our own fire."

    "Is the damage to our shields permanent?" asked Lucan Vader calm.

    "No, Sir, they are already recharging. They should be back at maximumpower withing five minutes."

    The young Lord Vader didn´t showed his relief when he turned back to Admiral Guderi and Captain Priem. "We are lucky. Our results are better than expected. As it seems we don´t need the bombers anymore."

    "Then i can sent our fighters in, Mylord?" asked Priem.

    "Yes." confirmed Lucan Vader. He pressed a button at his seat. "Hangar?"

    "Yes, Sir?" came the immediate reply. The Crew of the "Spectre" was well trained and everybody knew, what would happen, if their great leader had to wait for something he wanted now.

    "Is my personal fighter ready?"

    "Of course, Sir, as well as your wingmen."

    "Excellent." Lucan turned to Priem and Guderi. "I will personally participate in the cleaning up of the remaining fighters. You have the bridge."

    -----

    A part of Wes Janson wanted to scream, to curse, to hit the controls of his cockpit with his fists and smashed them. Nearly half his squadron, five fighters, had been obliterated by the first volley of the Stardestroyer.

    Men, women, aliens he had lived with, trained with and for whom he was responsible.

    But the pilot from Taanab had been a soldier for to long and hadn´t survived this many battles, if he wouldn´t have been able to concentrate on the here and now. Besides his prime duty was now, to ensure the survival of those, who were still alive.

    "Hobbie, are you alright?" he asked his second-in-command of "Stormsquadron". When no answer came, he asked again. "Hobbie! Storm 2, are you alright?"

    "I´m alright." answered Derek Klivian after another short moment. "But my X-Wing isn´t. My S-Foils on the right side are totally burnt away. Storm 4, 6,7,8 and 12 are dead."

    "I know." A lump formed in Jansons throat. With his S-Foils burnt, Hobbie was as easy to hit like a sitting duck. And from their right a cloud of TIEs fast closing in could be seen.

    "Allright. Storm 3, your new wingmen is Storm 5, i want you to cover Storm 2. Storm 11 you´ll come with me. Please confirm."

    "Don´t try to take care of me." shouted Hobbie. "I´m as good as dead with my fighter damaged. Wes, you´ll have to try to escape."

    "I won´t leave you behind."

    "You´ll have to."

    ----

    Wedge Antilles mouth formed a thin line, when his astromech reported their losses.

    He had no idea how the commander of the Stardestroyer had managed to be pulled out of hyperspace the same moment as his taskforce. Not that it mattered for the moment. What mattered was, that their tanker had been destroyed by colliding with the shields of the huge warship and that the Corvette was shot to pieces by the heavy turbolasers, after being damaged in the forst volley and then cought with the tractorbeams. That was a bad sign. It showed that the imperials didn´t intended to make prisoners or to make a prize by capturing a valuable ship.

    Nine of his fighters, a quat
  21. Grim_Reaper Jedi Knight

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    Yes another update!! This rules.. And yey she lives!

    Tension builder again!
  22. Cypher18 Jedi Master

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    Oh no. Hobbie. Hope he lives. he was one of my favorite characters in the book.
  23. Grim_Reaper Jedi Knight

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  24. FTeik Force Ghost

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    Okay, here is the next part of the battle. I wish i could let them all survive, but that won´t be the case. There has to be some realism (i´m no role-playing-game-designer, who turned into an author) and if even major characters can die, there will be more tension in the story.

    Well, here it is. Enjoy.

    The tale of Darth Vaders Son

    Carzeta Myntrela was tempted to curse very unlady-like. Her first real mission besides borderpatrol, fighting pirates and securing liberated starsystems had turned out to be a disaster. To make things worse, one quater of her squadron was destroyed.

    With their supportships destroyed, the remaining X-Wings had to face trice the number of hostile fighters. Not to forget the blackhulled demon of a Stardestroyer behind them.

    A fight impossible to win.

    So it came as a great relief when General Antilles ordered them to attack the Interdictorcruiser. If they managed to take out the gravity-well-projectors of the sixhundred meter long ship, they would have a chance to escape.

    "Alright, Clawfingers, you´ve heard, what the General said. Lets give those Imps a dance for their money."

    Less than a minute later, they were already engaged with the fighters of the "Catcher".

    -----

    Against Wedges orders Wes Janson accelerated back towards the drifting X-Wing of his friend. Hobbies fighter was in the middle of an invisible line between Wes Jansons X-Wing and the huge, black form of the "Spectre", from where a group of three TIEs was racing towards the battle.

    And with the speedadvantage of the TIE-Avengers it wasn´t really a question, who would reach him first.

    -----

    "Black Two, finish the damaged fighter, i´ll take care of his compassionate companion." ordered Lucan Vader inside his TIE-X1.

    "Roger, Sir." confirmed Black Two. It wasn´t very noble to kill a helpless opponent and it wouldn´t be count as a hit, but he knew better than to question his leaders orders.

    While Lucan and Black One moved on towards the main bulk of fighters, Black Two slowed down and fired a protontorpedo the very moment he got a positive targetinglook.

    -----

    Inside his cockpit "Hobbie" Derek Klivian had tried without success to reactivate the systems of his X-Wing. But with his entire right S-Foils burnt away, this was an impossible task. The balance of his thrusters was dependent on four Foils and he had only two left, both of them on the same side. Same went for his weapons, but while his lasers were shut down, his second launcher for protontorpedos was still working. For a moment he wondered, why the gunners of the Stardestroyer ignored him, helpless as he was, but Hobbie wasn´t the one to question small favours. Now if he could only get a positive targetinglook at one or both of the two TIEs, that had passed him and were closing in to his friend Wes ... .

    The beeping sound of his warningsystems was the last sound the pilot from Raaltiir heard, before a protontorpedo hit his unshielded X-Wing and exploded.

    After ten years as a member of Rogue-Squadron and the fighterforces of the New Republic, after surviving Hoth, Endor, the conquest of Coruscant, the campaigns of Grandadmiral Thrawn and the reborn emperor, and countless other battles, Derek Klivians luck had finally run out.

    ------

    A few kilometers away from the place, where Derek Klivian had died, the remaining fighters of Rogue-, Clawfinger- and Stormsquadron were enganging the two squadrons of the "Catcher", when the "Spectres" five squadrons of TIE-Avengers reached the battlefield.

    "Blast." cursed Gavin Darklighter. "Without Hobbie and Wes we are twentyfive against eightyfour."

    "Then lets change the numbers in our favour." suggested Corran Horn. "They are only "Squints" and one Squadron of "Eyeballs".

    "Negative. They´re to fast even for "Squints"." corrected Tycho Celchu. "So you guys better stay careful."

    "Yes." thought Wedge Antilles. "Those fighters look like Interceptors, perhaps Interceptors on steroids, but they are no Interceptors. Hopefully their superior speed is the only difference."

    Unfortu
  25. J_K_DART Jedi Grand Master

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    Hi! A newbie here to this story - just flipped across it now - love it! I'll be sticking with this, I think!
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