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

Ummm....guys, I know this is a great story and all, but I'm going to take a short leave from writing this and focus on Sins of the Fathers.


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Ok that's fine with us. Then again you're the writer so we have no choice.

 

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Corran knew that these reconnaissance missions were necessary in order to gain an understanding of what the Imperials were sending into the sector, but he hated it nonetheless. For this mission, he was paired up with Lieutenant Emon Azameen, and they were assigned to the local asteroid cluster for reconnaissance.

Despite the fact that dodging asteroids made for more challenging flight work than just flying straight ahead in empty space, the mission still proved to be boring. Moreover, if Emon shot ahead and blasted everything in sight in the event of an ambush, they would both end up dead because Corran would have to pluck him out of the trouble he got himself in.

?Nine, I?ve got weapons fire.?

?Cut thrust to zero, kill cockpit and R2 lights. Sensors to passive mode, comm to one-half klick radius.?

?Acknowledged.?

Corran did the same, then ordered. ?Feed me the coordinates, Six.? A second later, a navigation buoy came up on Corran?s Combat Multi-view Display. ?Thanks, Six. One quarter throttle until we get a good reading.?

?Copy, Nine.?

Time passed slowly as they inched their way to the disturbance. That due to the insanely slow speed they were at, and due to the inherit risk of some patrol craft ambushing them.

But, in ten minutes, they got a decent recording, and they were all the more worse off for it. A Super Star Destroyer plus an Interdictor Cruiser had descended on a base of some sort, probably pirates. With an opening salvo of horrendous turbolaser fire, the pirate base was effectively destroyed. But, a dogfight was still raging. Sensors indicated a group of Tri-fighters, a few Assault Transports, and a Bulk Cruiser under terrible fire.

Although Corran was happy to see scum like those pirates taken out, the presence of a Super Star Destroyer was enough to shake him to the bones.

?All right, Six. Continue scanning, but cut thrust to zero, and maintain comm silence.?

?As ordered.?

Watching the pirate?s slaughter was disheartening, because they both knew they could do nothing to help them. When the work was complete, the gravity field went down, TIEs were recovered, and the war machines jumped to hyperspace.

They waited a few minutes more to allow scout ships in the region to jump to hyperspace, and when they were, Corran powered up. ?All right, Six. Let?s go home.?

?You don?t want to do a fly-by??

?No, we already know what condition the base is in, and they might have some booby traps in place.?

?I don?t think they had any time to drop booby traps. Plus, if we get a better sensor recording, we?ll have some better evidence to nail the Imps on.?

?Good thinking. I don?t like it, but we?ll do a fly-by.?

?Right with you, Nine.?

 

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Yippee, you post again.

 

Luke called the meeting of his sleepy pilots to order.

?All right, boys. I regret the hour of this meeting, but there are some very important things you need to be made aware of. Colonel Horn??

Hal took Luke?s podium. ?Listen up, boys. This one?s important. Over the past few days, the Imperials have been slipping in a fair fleet to the sector. We?re guessing a few Corvettes, 3 Escort Frigates, 2 Dreadnaughts, an Interdictor Cruiser, 4 Imperial Class Star Destroyers, and a Super-class Star Destroyer.? If the strong caf didn?t wake the pilots up, that news did. ?More importantly, we?ve received word that the Empire is seeding the area with probe droids. Some of our other units in the sector have been destroying them, but there?s a high probability we?ve been compromised. Colonel Skywalker.?

Luke took the podium again. ?All right, we?ve got some good news for you.?

Ace let out a ?Whoop,? stopped in mid-yell, whistled softly, then drank some more of his caf in embarrassment.

?Thank you, Captain Azameen for your enthusiasm. Now, we?ve got a lot of good news, but their degree of helpfulness may be trivial. First bit: General Solo and his A-wing group have returned, so we have their services for the time being. Second: the Imp force that defected a while back finally has a crew aboard them, and they?re heading for this sector. Third, we have asteroid batteries in orbit around the station, so we may have a fighting chance in the event of a scrap.

?But, nonetheless, you?ll be finishing up your night in your fighters. I?m sorry, but the Imps timetable is really uncompassionate. Any questions??

Corran raised his hand.

?Yes, Captain Horn??

?What about Twin Suns transport? Are we going to help them out??

?Unfortunately, that?s classified information, Captain. Next.?

Wedge raised a hand ?Sir, what about our two Corvettes and Z-95s. Will we have to use them??

?They?ve been taken to a secure location for safe-keeping, Wedge. We?ll see them when this operation is over. Any others??

Biggs: ?Any clues as to the identity of the SSD??

Luke looked down to the floor, then faced the pilots. ?It?s the Executor.? There was a sharp inhalation of breaths all around. ?Yeah, I know. Any further questions??

There were none. ?Then let me just say that if we don?t make it out of this one alive, I have always had the highest respect and love for all of you. Together we have and will see the worst the enemy has to throw at us. We?ve made it though alive, and I hope we can stay that way.

?Get some sleep boys, let?s make sure that by waking us up, the Imps have made us that much deadlier. Dismissed.?

 

You have to sympathize with these pilots. Sleeping in you one manned ship. I have a bad enough time sleeping in a car or on the train. Lets hope they're well rested.

 

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Luke was nowhere near going to sleep. The awakening in the middle of the morning, the caf the staff gave them, plus the anxiety over an Imperial raid over the horizon kept him at a clear and awakened mind. He could not let his pilots suffer from lack of sleep, so he had put them into a Jedi sleeping trance a few hours ago. Hopefully, he could be at peak condition when he launched.

The boredom that was inherited with being cooped up in a cockpit was almost overwhelming. To counteract, he had Artoo pull some sensor and intelligence readouts from the station computer, and he went over them constantly.

When there were gaps in the updating of the sensor scans, Luke?s thoughts wandered over to Aeron. He thought of them being able to have a family if or when this war would end. He saw them in quiet times, basking in the warmth of some sun of some colony world, or caring for a child or two.

Luke realized that what he had with Aeron was special. It wasn?t something he could just walk out of at this stage of the game. He was actually thinking about marriage, something that rarely entered the minds of fighter pilots.

When they spent evenings in his quarters, snuggled up together on a couch, sipping Corellian brandy, Luke felt better than he ever could. With Aeron tucked under his arm, all was right in the universe for that brief flash of time.

He smiled at Aeron?s X-wing, one last time for good measure, and resolved to put their relationship into a permanent arrangement when this mission was over.

A flash of light encompassed Luke?s vision, and he found himself standing on a clifface. He looked around, and determined that he was on an asteroid with atmosphere. On the horizon was a massive, beautiful nebula that pulsed with divinity.

He looked beside him, and saw Corran staring at the nebula. ?Hey, Corran. I think we?re back at Holy Ground.?

Corran nodded. ?I think so too, Luke.?

The thunderous voice that had greeted them earlier spoke from nowhere and everywhere at once. ?The evil one approaches.?

?Who?? Luke asked. ?Darth Vader??

?Yes, the evil one, your father. He comes to destroy your base. He does not know that you are here. Corran Halcyon.?

Corran replied, ?Yes??

?You are to join with Luke Skywalker. Together, you will drive off the Evil One, and save your army.?

Corran nodded. ?What you wish shall be done.?

?Skywalker, the fate of the Rebellion is on your shoulder. If you fail, than the galaxy will never see justice for millennia.?

?I understand.? Luke replied.

?The Force will be with you, my Knights, always.?

Another flash encompassed him, and Luke was in his cockpit again.

?Rogue Leader, this is Control.? A voice blared in his com receiver.

?Rogue Leader here.? Luke replied.

?We?ve got three new contacts. Two Imperial-II class Star Destroyers, one Super-class Star Destroyer.?

?Acknowledged.? He switched over to his starfighter?s main channel. ?Light ?em boys. We?ve got Imps incoming.?

 

Oh can we say cliff hanger. I love the suspence they put me in but I hate the waiting. Oh well thats life. Great job.

 

Luke shot out of the hangar bay, and was quickly joined by Rogue Squadron, Nova Squadron, a B-wing group, and General Solo?s A-wing squadrons.

?Hold ?em here, boys. Let me see what I can do on the comm.? He switched frequencies to the general Alliance channel and scrambled. ?Control, is the Executor in range??

?Yes, sir.?

?The activate gravity well projectors, and start Phase One.? A red light appeared on his sensor display, showing that the station had activated their gravity well. Now, no ship could enter hyperspace, or continue traveling in hyperspace in the well. Another light lit up on his comm unit, designating the channel the Imperials were using. Luke hit it, and took a deep breath.

?Imperial Forces, this is Colonel Luke Skywalker, Rebel Alliance Starfighter Command. Signify your surrender by powering down your shields and weapon systems, and prepare for an orderly transfer of command.?

A sharp, Imperial voice replied. ?Rebel Scum, this is Admiral Ozzel of the Executor. A gravity well will not prompt us to begin surrender negotiations.?

?You need more convincing? You?ll get it.? He switched channels to the scrambled Alliance channel. ?Begin Phase two.? Luke switched back to the Imperial channel. ?You should notice that you are currently pinned in place by our tractor beams, Executor. Would you care to surrender??

?HA! Never, Rebel!?

?As you wish.? Back to scrambled Alliance channel. ?Begin Phase three.?

?Phase three ready.?

?Fire.?

From the asteroids orbiting the station, planetary grade ion cannons began erupting volleys of massive blue bolts at the Executor. Blue lightning raced over the Executor?s hull, leaving tendrils of electrical energy to disable nearly every system left. In a few short seconds, the Executor went from a battle-ready warship to a box hanging in space. Then, the ion batteries focused on the accompanying Imperial Star Destroyers, and they too were reduced to boxes in space.

?Control, does the Executor still have communications??

?Yes, sir.?

?Thank you.?

Luke went back to the Imperial channel. ?Well, Admiral, you?ve been rendered defenseless without you firing a single shot. Care to surrender??

?Imperials never give up, Skywalker.?

?Really? Interesting. Perhaps you just need more persuading.? Back to Alliance channel. ?Begin Phase four.? Luke switched back to the Imps. ?Admiral Ozzel, you currently have 150 Heavy Rockets locked onto your hull. Would you care to reconsider? Keep in mind we have plenty more rockets to unload.?

?Fine, Skywalker, fire. Bring it, Colonel, just bring it-? there was the sound of a blaster shot, a muffled scream, then another blaster shot.

?Ozzel, are you there? Admiral??

A new voice came on the comm. ?Sorry, Colonel. This is Captain Piett. I would wish to begin negotiations for our surrender.?

?Thank you, Captain. Our terms are simple. You are to hand over the Executor, your accompanying Star Destroyers, and all ships, vessels, equipment, supplies, weapons, and anything else that is not personal property contained inside them to an Alliance representative. In this case, that person is me.?

?We agree. And what about our personnel??

?All of those who wish to defect must be allowed to do so. Those who wish to return to the Empire will be allowed 25 minutes to recover their personal effects, and board an escape pod. You have my word that they will not be shot at when they are launched.?

?Those are generous terms, Colonel. Thank you.?

?You?re welcome, and Captain??

?Yes, Colonel??

?What you?re doing is no dishonor.?

?I know, Colonel Skywalker. And I think it beats death straight to hell.?

 

Great posts, and I like your little blurb about Algore.

 

General Luke Skywalker sat back in his chair and looked at the stars glittering in the field beyond the viewport. In the day past, the Rebels had defeated a massive Imperial fleet without losing a single person. Using the same technology, the Azameens had halted a combined Imperial and Viraxo fleet aiming to destroy or cease their property.

It was a great victory for the Alliance.

?Hey, Luke.?

Luke turned to face his guest. ?You could have knocked, Biggs.?

The dark-haired man smiled. ?Well, that wouldn?t be me now, would it??

?Have a seat, man. What brings you here??

Biggs took his seat. ?Saying goodbye, mainly. Command has moved me up to commanding my own squadron again.?

?Well, congratulations are in order then. Good luck on your next assignment.?

?Thanks, Luke.? He paused. ?You did great out there, yesterday, Luke. That was some bit of leadership.?

?Hey, once you have the enemy outgunned, pinned down, and cut off it doesn?t really matter if you?ve got more intelligence than the opposition.?

?True. So, what?s next in the affairs of the Alliance??

?We?re going to take Viraxo Industries down, once and for all. This has gone on for far too long against them. Plus, we?re going to have to cut off this area from Imperial reinforcements. It?s a big task, but with our new forces, we should be able to pull it off.?

?Well, may the Fore be with you, buddy.?

?You too, Biggs.?

?Take care of yourself.? Luke smiled, remembering a line from the past. ?Oh, and Biggs??

?Yes, Luke??

?I told you I?d make it someday.?

Biggs smiled. ?It?ll be just like old times, Luke. They?ll never stop us.?



TO BE CONTINUED

 

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Mc Clain, I finish the story, and all you can do is say "Top?".

 

No...not anymore!

It was great! Sorry about that...the brain wan't functioning!

 

This has to break 200.

 

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Great story, and I really love your pearls of wisdom on Algore.