What if...At The Battle of Yavin, Yavin 4 Was Destroyed?

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Heh. So Luke did this why again?

 

Man, I would've thought someone would be breaking down into tears over the name of the SSD- Castrator.

 

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The Alliance B-wings and Y-wings, escorted by the X-wings and A-wings, raced into the Imperial garrison, devastating local TIE Fighter squadrons, and leaving Star Destroyers in flaming ruin. Behind them, Assault transports and shuttles began to dock with the Rebels prize: the Corvettes, Frigates, Carrack Cruisers, and Dreadnaughts in the space around the garrison base.

As they unloaded their troops and technicians, the starfighters returned to their carriers. The techs inside made record-setting refueling and rearming runs, and the starfighters began launching out as soon as they were shoved out.

Meanwhile, the Imperial fleet, headed by a Super Star Destroyer, came ever nearer. And the Bothan fleet, assuming they were underway, traveled through hyperspace.

And, in the middle of all that, Luke Skywalker held position in his X-wing, waiting for any action. He was among the first to be refueled and rearmed, so he was the first to be launched. That left him floating in the middle of a battle fleet, under no propulsion, and nothing to look at but the hull of a Mon Calamari star cruiser.

Impatience was the path to the Dark Side, so Luke did his best to avoid that, but annoyance was starting to sink in.

The comm chatter over the fleet channel was relatively uninteresting, only notifications of course changes, fighter loading, and the like.

Then, it all went to hell.

First, the Bothan fleet jumped into the system right behind the main Alliance force. It consisted mainly of Corvettes, Skipray Blastboats, Z-95 Headhunters, and converted passenger liners. However, combined with the Alliance force, it was an equal, if not greater, match for the Imp?s Super Star Destroyer, 10 ImpStars, 6 Vics, 3 Interdictor Cruisers, and various Carracks, Nebulon-B frigates, and Strike Cruisers.

But, that wasn?t what really screwed the situation up.

A sharp, precise, regal voice came on the fleet channel. ?This is Grand Admiral Poris on the Castrator calling the commander of the Alliance task force ahead.?

Admiral Ackbar replied. ?This is Admiral Ackbar on the Independence. What brings you to call??

?Discussion of a cease-fire, Admiral. I don?t want to see an all-out slaughter of both our young men. Perhaps, if we me face to face, a compromise could be reached??

There was a long pause as Ackbar thought over the Grand Admiral?s proposal. ?You?re not acting like most Imperials would in this situation, Grand Admiral.?

?True. But, my people aren?t like most Imperials. I suppose, I?m not either.?

 

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Colonel Skywalker, Admiral Ackbar, General Solo, and Captain Horn were chosen to meet with the Grand Admiral. At first, only Ackbar and Solo were going, but since the meeting place was onboard a Super Star Destroyer, having two Jedi Knights along for security couldn?t hurt.

It took their shuttle only 5 minutes to cross the distance between the two respective fleets. But, those were the minutes that could stop a man?s heart. When he left the protection of his own fleet of starships, and traveled alone in an unarmed shuttle to the enemies fleet.

About the only good thing to go on during their passage was that the fleet of ships the Rebels had captured were underway, and past firing range of any Imperial craft. At least mission objectives were being completed.

Han laid a warm hand on his shoulder. ?Easy kid, just relax. We need to arrive at our destination, not get blown up in the process by your fear.?

?Thanks, Han.? Luke took a deep breath, the released his tension out. ?You have any idea what this is all about??

?Not a clue. Neither does Ackbar. He was expecting a grand, split-second heroics battle. Or, a damn bad slugging match to make off with those ships.?

?At least we aren?t flying over that SSD getting shot at.?

?Yeah, but if things go badly, I wouldn?t exactly prepare for a walk in the park, if you get my drift.?

?I do, but, for some reason, I just don?t see us in a fleet battle. For some reason, I just don?t see it.?

?Hey, you?re the Jedi Knight.?

?True enough.?

?Well, whatever the case is, let?s not blow it.?

Another sharp voice came into cockpit, apparently it was the flight control officer onboard the Castrator. ?Shuttle THX-327, you are cleared for docking in the main landing bay. Homing beacon activated now. Welcome aboard.?

Luke keyed the comm. ?Acknowledged. Beginning docking sequence.?

With the hands of a veteran of many a dogfight, he brought the shuttle into the destroyer?s landing bay effortlessly. Smoothly, Luke set the shuttle down in a landing space between a command shuttle and an assault gunboat. However, the sight of a brigade of storm troopers brought about neither smooth nor peaceful thoughts into Luke?s mind.

But, he powered down, got up, and joined Admiral Ackbar in the back of the shuttle. The Supreme Commander for Allied Forces regarded him steadily. ?Are you receiving warnings from the Force, Colonel??

?No, sir, it?s not that, only-?

?What, Colonel? You?re about ready to pass out.?

?I apologize, Admiral, it?s just that the last time I was in this position was during the Death Star scrimmage.?

Ackbar nodded. ?That?s understandable, Colonel. You might want to compose yourself a bit before you get out there.? Luke stretched out into the Force, and found calm from the warmth it gave him. ?Exactly, Colonel. Is everyone else ready?? All the heads in the cabin nodded. ?Good. Now, let?s go.?

 

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Gotta love it, gotta love it.

 

The meeting room the Rebels were taken to was actually a tactical command center. Maps of the galaxy, holographic representations of the scene in the system showing the Imperial and Rebel fleets standing off over the planet, and in the center of the room, there was a Admiral?s command chair. The occupant of that chair wore the perfect white uniform of an Imperial Grand Admiral.

Admiral Ackbar led the Rebel soldiers to the heart of the Imperial tactical center. He just stared at the tall, heavily built man and nodded. ?Grand Admiral Poris, I assume.?

The man nodded in return. ?You assume correctly, Admiral Ackbar. I believe you wish to know why I?ve brought you here??

The man?s voice was cool, calm, but carried an air of camaraderie between fellow warriors.

?You believe correctly, Grand Admiral.?

The Admiral sighed, one full of defeat and regret. ?Admiral Ackbar, the Empire is on the verge of collapse. The Moffs and Fleet Commanders out there are carving out their own empires, and are getting away with it. When your force bombed out that starfighter base, the last calming voice the Emperor had was silenced.? He sighed again. ?Admiral, I looked at all that, and I realized that everything I worked so hard to build, every planet I went to modernize and annex, everything was for nothing. The glory I had wrapped myself and my crew in was gone.

?When you destroyed Admiral Zsinj,? He arched an eyebrow when the Alliance caravan inhaled sharply. ?When a pirate force destroyed Admiral Zsinj, we knew that you would hunt down any group that made a claim to their own territory, and used force to back it up. So, a few weeks ago, I informed the crew that this ship and it?s task force was defecting to the Rebellion, and that any who wished to leave could go freely, without any attempt to be hunted down on our part.

?But, no one left. I think I persuaded my crew of the situation we were in, and they joined me. Bless their souls.?

?So, the tactical information we received weeks ago was you?? Ackbar asked.

?Yes, I hope you made good use of it.?

?We did.?

?Good. Now, To make this formal. Admiral Ackbar, on behalf of all crew and personnel under my command, I hereby offer our defection and services to the Rebel Alliance under Articles of Admiralty Section 88, Paragraph 4.?

?Grand Admiral Poris, on behalf of the Allied Armed Forces, I hereby accept you defection, and wave all crimes possibly committed by you or your personnel, provided they swear allegiance to the Alliance and demonstrate unhindered loyalty to it?s cause, personnel, leadership, allies, and member nations.?

?I accept.?

Ackbar stretched out his hand across the 3-meter gulf that separated the new allies. Admiral Poris rose, then took the Calamari?s hand, and shook it.

The two enemies were now allies.

 

I love when bad guys have a change of heart. It is almost an art form, to make a person go against everything they were taught.

 

Loving it!

 

The last portion of the mission- the raid at the Imperial supply yards at Folzack II went better than expected. At first, the plan was initially to destroy the base, but with the additional resources of Grand Admiral Poris? force, they were able to make off with all the supplies in the base in half the time it would have taken to destroy the garrison.

Suffice to say, after the new fleet was secured with an Alliance crew, the entire Rebel Alliance was drunk in a matter of hours. How could they not? The strength of their armed services was multiplied by a factor of 15 in a few hours.

For days afterward medals and promotions were handed out like candy bars, and for a while, combat was nowhere in the tired minds of the Rebel soldiers.

When things finally got back to normal about a week after the Rebel raid, Luke convened Rogue Squadron, plus about 5 other units for a mutual briefing. As always, the meeting was delayed a few minutes because of tardy pilots still pouring in, but they got to a seat in relatively good order.

?Good Afternoon.? Luke greeted the pilots. ?I know by this time, you probably can?t remember it, but a week ago, the Alliance has take one of its greatest victories from the Empire.? There was a slight chuckle. Half the pilots probably didn?t remember the mission as a result of the post-mission parties. ?Before I get into the announcements, I?d like to give you some figures on the mission success.

?Ships Added to Fleet: 13 Corellian Corvettes, 15 Corellian Gunships, 8 Nebulon-B Escort Frigates, 5 Interdictor Cruisers, 9 Dreadnaughts, 14 Carrack Cruisers, 4 Escort Carriers, 5 Victory-class Star Destroyers, 12 Imperial-class, and 1 Super-class Star Destroyer.

?Imperial vessels destroyed: 4 Imperial-class Star Destroyers, 7 Victory-class, 2 Interdictor Cruisers, 579 TIE Fighters, 382 TIE Interceptors, 125 TIE Bombers, 91 Assault Gunboats, 54 Skipray Blastboats, 4 Corellian Corvettes, 18 System Patrol Craft, 3 Nebulon-B Frigates, and 7 Golan Space Defense Stations.

?Congratulations, boys, that?s superb work.? There was uproar of applause over that. ?All right, now to why I gathered you all here.

?First, there?s going to be some reorganization in our makeup. I?ve already spoken to the Rogues, so they know what?s coming. The following people are being re-admitted into Rogue Squadron: Biggs Darklighter, Wedge Antilles, Tycho Celchu, Dack Raltar, Hobbie Klivan, and Wes Janson. Kasan Moor is apparently sticking with command for the time being.

?The new Rogue Squadron roster is: Rogue One: Me, Rogue Two: Ace Azameen, Rogue Three: Baron Soontir Fel, Rogue Four: Tycho Celchu, Rogue Five: Biggs Darklighter, Rogue Six: Emon Azameen, Rogue Seven: Dack Raltar, Rogue Eight: Aeron Azameen, Rogue Nine: Corran Horn, Rogue Ten: Wedge Antilles, Rogue Eleven: Hobbie Klivan, Rogue Twelve: Wes Janson.

?The vacancies they left in your squadrons are being filled with former Rogues, and your squadron leaders will have more information on that.

?In the meantime, we?re all going to be seeing a lot more of each other. We?re forming a wing of starfighters, commanded by me, although we?ll rarely be in the same fight. For an extended period of time, until the Castrator force becomes fully integrated into the Alliance, we?ll be engaged in a cover operation. Our mission is to destroy the Imperial loyalist company Viraxo Industries, and incorporate it?s resources into the Alliance-friendly Twin Suns Transport.

?To do that, we?ll be posing as pirate bands basing all across Viraxo territory. We?ll hit their convoys, raid their cargo yards, and bring the fight to them. These people have openly aided the enemy, and it?s time we make them pay for that error.

?Your squadron leaders have specific information on what your roles are in this campaign, but rest assured, you?ll all get a whole lot more kills to your board.

?May the Force be with you.?

 

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I think I'm going to move this over to a new thread, this one's so ****ed up.

 

Luke raised his mug of lomin-ale in a toast, and held it steady against the multitude of joining hits to it from other mugs. He smiled, then drank a good portion of the alcohol down.

Wedge, who was seated directly opposite from him, beamed with a pride Luke hadn?t seen since after the Death Star trench run. He looked at all the pilots crowded together in their crowded booth, and said, ?Well, it?s the old guys back together again.?

Corran finished off his ale, and commented, ?Hey, you?re two years older than I am. Speak for yourself.?

Biggs gained a mock icy expression on his face. ?Watch it, Horn. I?m five months older than he is.?

?And I?m four months older than the Commander.? Tycho piped in.

?I was speaking in terms of experience.? Wedge clarified.

?They know, Wedge.? Luke nodded. ?Besides, none of us is over the age of twenty-four. We?re still young men, or old boys.?

Everyone caught that Luke was staring at Wes Janson and Hobbie Klivan chatting up a storm with two Twi?lek females, and then broke down into laughter.

?The Jedi wisdom strikes again.? Tycho commented.

More laughter from the boys resulted.

To Luke, the laughter was more potent then the lomin-ale they drank. In war, they saw far too many deaths and far too less fun. So, it came upon them to build what fun they could. If they didn?t, then they would demoralize very quickly, and soon after that, they would die.

And, no one wanted to see that.

But, as if a part of some grand conspiracy, there were the sounds of a fight breaking out across the bar. Luke sighed in disappointment.

There?s always something to do?

Luke, being at the end of the booth and thus accessible to the open space of the room, stood up. Corran, who sat next to him, followed him. They both thumbed their lightsabers to life, Corran?s a silver color, and Luke?s a light blue color, filling the dark room with icy tones.

He let his voice fill the room, which suddenly became very silent after their lightsaber ignition. ?What seems to be the problem, gentlemen??

A Rodian, who was being forcefully held back by a mob of humanoids, buzzed in his own language.

The bartender, a scruff, dirty human male, translated. ?He says his friend there stole his TV-1138 hyperdrive motivator when he went to visit his daughter and left the ship under the care of him.?

?That?s a lie!? That was the accused, a Twi?lek male.

?Well, then, do you know who is responsible?? Luke asked. ?Would you care to give your side of the story??

?I was closing up the ship when I had to use the refresher. So, I left the door open, and used it. When I came out, the motivator was gone.?

The Rodian buzzed again, followed by the bartender translating. ?He says that?s a lie. A crewman saw him take the motivator out and walk away with it.?

Luke sighed, and let his senses encompass the room. He felt curiosity, anger, denials, and every other emotion swirl around in a kaleidoscope of information.

There was also nervousness.

The nervousness of a guilty conscience.

He arched an eyebrow at Corran, and he nodded. Luke announced. ?He did not steal the hyperdrive motivator, but someone here did.?

The man that Corran and Luke were monitoring grew even more nervous, sweat began dripping down his brow, and his heart was racing.

And so was he.

In an instant, the thief was out the door, and running to his ship. Corran and Luke went after him in hot pursuit, along with the cantina crowd.

The suspect shot a few blaster shots at them. Most of them missed wide, but one got close enough that Luke could use his lightsaber to deflect the bolt. The scarlet red blast reflected off his blue saber, and hit the human in the leg. He was limping, but able to trot rapidly.

Corran stretched out into the Force, and implanted a vision into the mind of the human. The male turned prematurely before a perpendicular corridor, and ran into the side bulkhead. The thief fell back, and landed on his back, a few boned in his shoulder and coll