The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU

To hell with computers, internet-providers and e-mail-services, since they make live for writers and their beta-readers so difficult. But enough of my rants, guess what...


HERE IS AN UPDATE:



The Colliding of Empires



Perry Rhodan?s son stepped into the luxurious bathing-cabin of his personal quarters and entered the shower-unit.

The shower-unit activated, several dozen shower-heads, spread over the cabin walls, beginning to bathe the king of the "Freemerchants" with jet-streams of hot water, while at the same time robotic arms with brushes and flannels at their ends started to scrub over the naked body of the tall man. Michael Rhodan enjoyed this procedure for three minutes until the temperature of the water changed from hot to cold for another minute, which was needed to totally wake him up. Finally the water stopped and a warm breeze of air dried him, while a sudden anti-gravity-field lifted him up and the cabin rotated by ninety degrees in a horizontal position. As soon as the movement of the shower-cabin stopped, Michael Rhodan was dropped on the wall of the unit that now formed the floor and strong robotic hands started to knead and massage him. They also rubbed body-oil during the massage into the now completely relaxed muscles and skin of their "victim" and after they were finished with the backside, Michael Rhodan was turned around and the procedure started at the front side. After this was over the cabin rotated back into its original upright position and finally released its user.

Stepping over to a hand-basin, Michael Reginald Rhodan watched himself in the mirror while he began to shave. The automatic of the shower could have done that for him, but he preferred to shave on his own. In that regard he was something of a snob. Roi Danton shaved only wet. Under other circumstances and with an audience he could have ordered Oro Masut to play Barbier and made a huge show of "Shaving the King", but as long as they were alone, that would only be a waste of time.

The son of Perry Rhodan sighed. He was nearly two-hundred-and-sixty years old now and somehow he felt the teeth of time. He looked at his image in the mirror. Tall, with broad shoulders, strong muscles, the cell-frequency-activator had stopped the aging process of his body in the best years. He looked quickly over his face. It had taken some time to get used to it after the medical surgery. With the mane of hair it looked like a mixture of the face of the young Albrecht Durer and Louis XIV, although it was harder, more male and even a little arrogant. He sighed again. Being the son of the most powerful man of the SolarEmpire, if not the entire Milky Way-galaxy, who was also one of the most popular persons hadn?t been easy.

Kidnapping- and assassination-attempts on a regular basis or the parents, who were both in politics and had only little time for their children had, by comparison, been the easy part. In some ways it was a miracle, but Perry Rhodan and his wife had managed to give their children a loving home and to raise them to strong, independent and honest adults. On the other side that had only increased the problem, when their twins became older, especially for Michael. It was nice that the name of his father opened every door for him, but they opened because of his father and not because of something he had done or deserved. The same was true during his training at the Space-Academy. Michael got the best grades in every of his classes, but he couldn?t be sure if his work had really been that good or if the teachers and tutors simply hadn?t dared to give him bad ones. The fact that his father or Atlan confirmed that they had seldom seen better works changed nothing in the young Michael Rhodan?s mind. He would always be Perry Rhodan?s son, forever trapped in the shadow of his father and never his own person. So one day he had written a good-bye-letter and vanished between the stars.

Joining the ranks of the then recently-established "Free Merchants" he had quickly risen to the top of the organisation, which had been orig

 

There has to be a conspiracy against me or this story. One single day after an update and this story is on page ten.

Buhuhu.

 

Says page 9 on my computer.

 

Blast, i hate such things.

Nearly two weeks have passed since my last contact with my beta-reader and every attempt to reach him since then has failed. Considering, that there have been problems before, i think it to be to frustrating to wait any longer. This is not about distribution of guilt or responsibility, but the need to accept, that the working-relation doesn´t seem to work.

So i´m in need of a new beta-reader and i hope somebody volunteers soon.

Until then...



The Colliding of Empires



With a grin Roi Danton steppd out of the bath-room into the main-room of his luxurious quaters, where Oro Masut was dishing the table and the tall, haggard figure of Dr. Ithin was waiting for him.

Everybody who knew a little about the people of the milky-way and especially about the descandents from colonists of the Empire of Arkon would have immediately identified Ithin as an Ara. Nearly two meters tall, incredible thin, with an albinotic skin and red eyes Dr. Ithin was in no way different from any of the other galactic medicine men.

Like "Jumpers" and "Superheavies" the people from Aralon had established themself in a special niche of the milky-ways economy when Arkon had been galactic major power. But while the "Jumpers" had monopolized the trade and the "Superheavies" had specialized in mercenary-work, the Aras had devoted themself to the medical and biological sciences. Their entire planet was a single, world-wide hospital and everybody who had suffered from a disease had found help there. Against hard currency of course. So it was no wonder, that ninty-five percent of all medicaments of the galaxy had been produced and developed by this people.

But where light is, there are shadows and so it shouldn´t have come as a surprise for anybody, that ninty-nine percent of illegal drugs had been produced by this race of galactic medicine-men, too. Even worse had been the development of specially designed deseases to improve business or to bring less developed worlds under their influence or to support their war-leading cousins of "Jumpers" and "Superheavies" with biological weapons. And since they had had a quasi-monopol on galactic health nobody had dared to move against them.

Unless Perry Rhodan and his then small SolarEmpire had stepped onto the galactic stage. The terrans had managed to break and to reduce the influence of Aralon, much to the annoyance of the Aras leadership of that time. The young and still inferior SolarEmpire had managed to make itself a new powerful enemy and the number of enemies during that time could have well ment the early end for humanity, if Perry Rhodan hadn´t managed to trick the allied fleet of "Jumpers" and "Superheavies"in the Battle of Betageuze to believe, that with the destruction of the third planet of that star-system they had managed to whip out Terra, the source of all their troubles. That had been in the year 1984 and from then on everybody on Arkon, Aralon, Archetz and every other planet of the ArkonEmpire had believed Terra and humanity to be destroyed and Perry Rhodan to be dead. For more than sixty years. Years the terrans had used to buildt up, to grow in size and strenght and they had needed every bit of it, when the invasion of the Druuf had forced them back into the public mind of the galaxy with a big bang.

But that was now over five-hundred years in the past. As everywhere the actions of an only small minority had damaged and soiled the reputation of an entire race. While Aralon had lost its unique role and influence, its medicine men and reaserchers belonged still to the best. Many of them, who had proven to be trustworthy were recruited from the SolarEmpire and the USO to work on the empires worlds of Mimas and Tahun.

Dr. Ithin had been one of the those men and rumors claimed, that Atlan had started to jump squares, when he had been informed, that the Ara had accepted an offer by Roi Dantons "Free Merchants". But the loss of the UnitedStarsOrganisation had been the win of Perry Rhodans son, who until now had never to regret the hiring o

 

More more more!!

 

Well, i thought there would be some questions.

Obviously i was wrong.

But even if, i would have only answered them sometimes in the story.

 

Ill still have no idea about what you answer anyway! Im just interested in the reactions and story. You know, I think its time I posted my fic in here...

...Starting tomorrow.

 

To make the long wait for the next update easier, here are some links:

http://www.beust.com/cedric/perry/

here you can find the summaries of the novels, that form the bigger cycles or story-arcs (this fan-fiction takes places 230 years after the M87-Cycle) in the PR-Universe

http://www.prtf.de/

here you can find technical information about the PR-Universe: biology, weapons, star-drives and so on. I suggest learning a little bit of german before visiting this site.

and finally some Cross-Sections:

http://www.rz-journal.de/Downl/370.jpg

This shows the original Super-Carrier Old Man (it carries 15.080 Ultra-Battleships of the Galaxy-Class).

http://www.rz-journal.de/Downl/421.jpg

This now shows an Ultra-Battleship of the Galaxy-Class with a diameter of the spherical body of 2.5 Kilometers. Especially look at the outside-hangars marked as 5 and 7.

http://www.rz-journal.de/Downl/465.jpg

This is the "Marco Polo". Same like the Galaxy-Class, but with an additional central ring of hangars for Cruisers with a diameter of 100 meters. This design was the model for the "Dantes Inferno" in this story.

http://www.rz-journal.de/Downl/412.jpg

This shows a special version of a battle-droid called "Paladin". For those who wanted to know, how Icho Tolot looks like.

http://www.rz-journal.de/Downl/527.jpg

This is part of a standard-ship-bridge on a ship of the SolarEmpire.

Hope you like.

 

Lets leave the king of the Free Merchants behind and visit another part of the SW-Galaxy.

No, not Nal Hutta or Coruscant, but another part, where the sh.t is soon going to hit the exhaust.

Enjoy:


The Colliding of Empires


Meanwhile, somewhere else?

Admiral Ivpikkis watched the task-force depart from the main fleet and prepare for the jump to hyperspace. Three Sh´ner-Class Assaultships, nine light cruisers of the Wurrif-Class and eighteen Fw´Sen-Class-Picket-Ships. An impressive force, but insignificant compared to the entire fleet commanded by Ivpikkis.

While the thirty ships vanished from the screens of the Shree-Class Battle-Cruiser, Ivpikkis mused about the reason for the presence of an entire third of the Ssi-ruuk's military forces in this corner of space, far away from the holy grounds of their homeworlds, in the dark void of interstellar space between a few single starsystems.

They had been betrayed.

Emperor Palpatine had promised them prisoners for their entechment-technology in exchange for battledroids, but the human scum had planned to break his promise. Ivpikkis and the blue-skinned leaders of the Ssi-ruuk should have expected this in the first place, since those humans were just another inferior live-form - out of many others - but the offer had been too tempting. Fortunately an unexpected being, claiming to be from a Rebel Alliance - whatever this thing was - had given the Ssi-ruuk warning. Their identity was insignificant, save in respect of their being betrayers of Palpatine. As a sign of their good will, they had delivered some of the technologies the Ssi-ruuvi ships had been upgraded with. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend," thought Ivpikkis; and while he understood the logic behind the concept, he wondered if those rebels knew what he had in store for them as soon as the glorious Ssi-Ruuk had defeated this so-called Galactic Empire.

However, it was necessary to establish a 'beach-head' in the territory of the enemy in the first place. It was also necessary to know more about the abilities of the enemy's military forces and hardware.

And because of this the Admiral of the Ssi-Ruuk had sent thirty ships to a system called Bakura.

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First Midshipman Torr Co´ress from the IGS-Bakur4 suppressed a sigh. Besides the one million major worlds of the Empire, there were probably fifty million other planets more interesting than the system of Bakura. At least in Torr Co´ress' imagination. Located at the edge of the Outer Rim and bordering the Unknown Regions, Bakura was even further away from the civilised systems of the core than such "gems" like Tatooine or Bespin. Blast, even Endor was closer to the core than this backwater colony.

Serving in a system like Bakura wasn't a sign of a healthy career. Maybe you'd managed to piss off one of your superiors and then you were doomed to spent the rest of your life in such an insignificant system. Or maybe you were born there, grew up there, went to school there and learned to dream of the stars; sooner or later you'd be either conscripted or volunteer for military service, and would wind up wearing a nice uniform and having some adventures. If things went well and you didn't screw up you would make yourself a name, became an officer and would sooner or later get your own ship.

At least that had been Torr Co´ress' idea, when he'd signed up. Anything just to escape the planet he had been born on. Well, he had escaped the planet and sooner or later he would escape the system as well. It was only a question of time, although this had shown to be more difficult than he had thought before joining the section of the Empire that defended Bakura. Systems like Bakura were too peaceful, and as a result it was nearly impossible to get noticed and the few promotions were coming slowly.

Co´ress and those like him hadn't even been allowed to leave the system. The requests for transfer to positions in other systems were constantly denied. For those officers and crewers originating from outside Bakura, the colony was an exile. The re

 

Obviously nobody knows what to do with the Ssi-Ruuk.

Up.

 

Well, its been a while and i´ve been busy with other things for the last two weeks (especially with the NJO-Novels from Heros Trial till Dark Journey). Besides that, my internet-provider f...ed up again.

It is possible, that i start a repost of this and my other stories in a few weeks, thanks to the efforts of my beta-readers. I also got confirmation, that the number of mistakes from three per sentence dropped to three per site. Ahh, if only my old english-teacher could see this. Well, i can dream, can´t i.

So here it is:


The Colliding of Empires


... The Empire is still growing. Policies of expansion established by the Old Republic were never rescinded, and exploration - and now conquest - continues. The Imperial Survey Corps, scientists and scouts charged with exploring the galaxy, has seen its funds cut sharply over the years. Still, a new system is being catalogued for the Empire every 207 minutes by the under-staffed ISC...

... Sectors are grouped in regions, the empire has countless regions that contain as few as 3 sectors, to 'upwards of thousands of sectors each` ...

... Under the new order, the Empire continues to grow and expand and new
sectors and regions are being formed all the time ...

(Imperial Sourcebook, Page 10/110)


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Pter Thanas had just entered the Lambda-Class-Shuttle, that was supposed to bring him from the planetary garrison to the small space-station in orbit of Bakura, when the alarm came. The fact that a mere Commander like Thanas was in command over all military forces on the planet, army as well as fleet, was a sign how important the system was viewed by his imperial superiors.

Not very important.

However its population of over hundred million beings, its exports of repulsorlift parts, fruit candy and liqueur justified the small imperial presence embodied by two Carrack-Class-Cruisers, four corellian gunships and six system patrol-crafts, that were not hyperspace-capable. Not to mention the planetary garrison of course. Naive minds and those who still glorified the days of the dying old republic would have considered this to be an impressive force.

Pter Thanas had different ideas.

In the opinion of the Commander the forces inside the system of Bakura were to small for a system that close to the Unknown Regions. While the entire galaxy, nearly every star and every planet had been mapped already long ago during the days of the old republic for navigational purposes many systems still lacked closer inspectation and exploration. With four-hundred billion stars of which two-hundred billions had planets a civilisation could catalog one planet every hour without making significant progresses even after millenia of space-travel. And while constantly new sectors and regions were added to the territory of the empire, even the phenomenal growth of the imperial starfleet couldn´t keep up with this increase. The conquest of worlds and systems was easy, to hold those systems and keep them under control was more difficult. The imperial war-machine was already stretched to its limits and sooner or later the empire would swallow to much to NOT choke at the bite.

At the moment Pter Thanas hoped it would be later. During the short trip from the planetary surface to the multi-purpose-station in the planetary orbit he studied the first read-outs, that had been transmitted by one of his gunships. And he didn´t liked what he saw.

Thirty ovoid-shaped ships he had never seen before. In this regard he wasn´t alone since the imperial computers had no idea, who the sudden arrivals were, too. The only conclusion was, that the ships and their crews originated from OUTSIDE the imperial sphere of influence. And that could´t be a good thing. According to the sensor-reads three of the ships were seven-hundred-fifty meters long. Bigger in volume than a mile long Stardestroyer of the Imperator-Class although not much. Nine of the ships were similar in size to Victory-Class-Stardestroyers and the remaining eighteen ships seemed to be frigates or some kind of gunship.

Th

 

More!!

 

Well, perhaps you thought i have forgotten about Wedge Antilles, who was captured at the battle at ORD Friggas.

Guess what, i didn´t.

So lets see, what happens to the prime-fighter-ace of the Rebels and get a small history lesson about the SolarEmpire.

Enjoy!



The Colliding of Empires

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"...So that´s him." mused the deep voice. "A little, audacious native from the third world of an insignificant sun. That´s him. Deep-thinking he is, a dreamer and hard against himself. And idealistic! He wants to buildt up, to accomplish the great, but he doesn´t know, what great is. To reach his goal, he reachs out to me. Hello, old friend."



"... Of course you are free to grant other terrans the life-prolonging cell-conservation. You can use the machines according to your wishes. Do you have special requests?"

Rhodan looked over the suddenly tense faces of the people present. With a bitter feeling he noticed the sudden avidity in their eyes. But it was perhaps the most natural effect. Who would have refused a life-prolonging cell-conversation?

In this moment Rhodan realized, that never again he would have to distrust his co-workers. Only he could grant them access to the physiotron.

"Alright, Bully, you are next." he said.

(Perry Rhodan, Hardcover Nr. 3 "The Immortal")

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Personal Log Lordadmiral Atlan:

"Two days have passed since the sun of Tholaris has gone nova. The evacuated people from the mining-facility have been dropped on Malvak V and we are now on our way to Coruscant, the capital world of the Empire. Riel Subvas and her two wards are the only persons from the facility still aboard. I´m on my way to another meeting with the leading stuff, where we are going to discuss some discoveries Arno Kalup has made, how we want to further proceed and what is going to happen with the prisoner we captured during the battle at ORD Friggas. According to the medics he is going to awake soon.

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Inside "Dantes Inferno´s" sickbay.


Wedge Antilles slowly opened his eyes, trying to figure out, who and where he was. For a moment he felt desorientation at the sight of the unfamiliar room and the strange smells. It was actually his nose, that told him about his where-abouts. Sickbays always seemed to smell the same no matter the species which had buildt them.

"I´ve been injured." he realized and that discovery brought back other memories. Memories of a huge, deathstar-like monstrosity of a starship, a green-glowing kind of shield and weapons, that turned an entire task-force of the rebels into burning wreckages within seconds. A lump formed inside the corellian pilots throat. He had been one of the commanding officers of the disaster-turned mission and so he felt partly responsible. After all, men and women of his squadron had died in this battle, too.

But where was he? He wasn´t inside a sickbay used by the Alliance, that much he could already tell. It also didn´t resemble an imperial med-station and with a cold shiver running down his spine Wedge Antilles came to the only conclusion left.

"I´m aboard of the aliens ship." he realised. They must have taken over his fighter, when he had already lost conscience. And if they were allied with the empire ... .

As a commanding officer at the front-lines Wedge Antilles had always known, that he might die in battle or be captured and that interrogation and perhaps torture awaited him in the second case. Not a prospect he was looking for, since knowing and to be actually in such a desperate situation were two totally different things.

Desperately he let his head drop back into the pillow and tried to get his fear under control, when the door opened with a hissing sound. Turning his head around Wedge saw a tall man enter the room. The man was clad in white trowsers and a white t-shirt, that exposed his strong arms. When he made eye-contact with Wedge a small smile appeared on his face, but his stance remained careful.

"Ah, we´re finally awake." the man stated in perfect basic with only a slight hint of an accent. "How do y

 

Interesting. I hope we see more.

 

Well, here we go with Wedges "Interrogation". Hope the wait wasn´t to long, but you know what i´m busy with elsewhere.



The Colliding of Empires



Wedge Antilles had barely finished eating the strange looking, but well tasting stew his "hosts" had given him. Hesitating at first, he had finally also managed to drink from the water. It had tasted in no way different, so he wasn´t able to tell, if the liquid had been drugged or not. Same went for the food of which he didn´t even know, how it should taste and how not. But that wasn´t the point. The point was, that if he wanted to escape he would need all his strenght and he would only weaken himself, if he refused to eat, what was given to him.

So when the door opened the pilot from Corellia just put the spoon into the now empty bowl and watched the two men enter. One of them was tall, with blue eyes and black hair, the other one of medium height with a good-natured face and some fat around his waist. They both wore the blue bodysuits, that seemed to be typical for crew-members of this ship and nobody of them looked very intimidating. They also seemed to lack the blase and arrogant attitude of most imperial officers Wedge Antilles had met.

"Hello," greeted the taller of the two men with something, that seemed to be a shy smile.

Wedge shifted uneasy in his pillows. "Hello." he answered slowly.

John Marshall took place in a chair opposite from the bed, while Andre Noir leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

"My name is John Marshall and my friend over there is Andre Noir." introduced the leader of the mutant-corps himself.

"Pleased to meet you." stated Wedge dry.

"Thank you." answered the telepath, who seemed to be slightly out of concept. He gave his partner an insecure look before turning back to the rebel-pilot. "Uhmmm, you know, it would be nice to know your name."

On the inside Wedge Antilles was as confused as the other man appeared to be. What kind of joke was this? He had expected everything, threats, insults, physical abuse, but not this. Whatever the qualities of the man were, who called himself John Marshall, he wasn´t a good interrogator. Maybe his situation wasn´t as bad as he had thought. The idea that his thoughts were an open book to the telepath never crossed his mind. How should it. Wedge Antilles knew nothing about the SolarEmpire or its mutant-corps. He also had never experienced interrogation by the empire or somebody else, so he knew only the horror-stories about torture-sessions told by those rebels, who had escaped imperial imprisonment and the alliances own propaganda. The very idea, that there were other, more subtle methods of interrogation was beyond his realm of knowledge.

To do Wedge Antilles and the Rebel-Alliance justice, such methods were beyond the realm of knowledge of the majority of imperial interrogators, too. After all Palpatines empire was still a pretty young organisation and its roots had been in a several thousand years old liberal and democratic government, no matter how rotten and decayed it had been in the end.

The founding situation of the SolarEmpire had been totally different. When Perry Rhodan had been sent to the moon in the year 1971 to be the first human who touched the surface of earths only satellite, the most barbaric slaughter in terran mankinds history wasn´t even thirty years old. The horrors of WorldWar II had been followed by a state of cold war over the next decades, first between NATO and WarsawPact, then between NATO, WarsawPact and the AsianConfederation lead by China, after the differences between Moscaw and Peking became to great to be easily overcome. Interestingly it had been the "Luftwaffe" of the Germans during WorldWar II, that had first shifted away from the interrogation by torture to less violent approachs based on experiences gathered by civil police-work and psychological studies. "So much knowledge and so much potential," mused John Marshall often, when studying this particular parts of history. "Fortunately, the Nazis weren´t smart enough to N

 

Nice update Fteik. I wonder if he turns them against the Empire or events elsewhere lead to them all taking sides together.

 

Expect an update this evening or tomorrow.

 

I could as well have promised TOMORROW evening, considering how long it took to finish this one. I´m currently experiencing some problems with my PC (again) and that is a rather frustrating experience.

Anyway, here it is, the next part of:



The Colliding of Empires


"Captain." piped one of Iv´ris bridge-officers. "Enemy-forces have split up into three groups."

Turning around on his powerful legs the leading commander of the Ssi-ruuvis invasion-force inside the system of Bakura acknowledged the report from his subordinate with a dark stare.

"Their positions and headings." he whistled, extending his three nostril-tongues to their full lenght.

"Half of their ships, as well as what appear to be sixty fighter-sized vessels have formed up into a defense-position around the systems major planet. Six other ships are heading towards our position."

Iv´ris eyes became bigger, when he heard that. To split up forces, when already facing an enemy was something a Ssi-Ruuk-commander would have never done. Higher numbers increased the chances at winning and, more important, personal survival being that far away from the holy grounds of the Ssi-ruuvi-homeworld. A Ssi-Ruuk, who died inside alien territory, on alien ground was lost, doomed to perish completely? Were the enemies thinking of themself as nothing more than drones without a soul? If so, this would only ease the process to entech them, if they were suited for that. According to informations available to Iv´ris the inhabitans of this system were human and humans were far better suited to be enteched than P´wécks. More than a decade ago, the Ssi-ruuk had discovered a colony founded by humans close to their own cluster, humans, who had tried to escape some kind of struggle they had called clone-war. The colony had been annihilated and the survivers enslaved. But that was the past.

"Launch battle-droids immediately." he shouted.

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"Alright." muttered Pter Thanas on the bridge of the "Dominant". "Lets see, what they have to offer."

Without hyperdrive his small forces would need close to an hour to reach the unknown invaders in the outer system and the human commander wasn´t intend to give them that much time.

"Have you plotted a microjump?" he asked the "Dominant"s navigator.

"The final calculations have just been made." answered the young officer.

"In that case lets not waste more time." stated Thanas. "Jump."

-----

The two Carracks and four gunships dropped out of the strange parallel-dimension, that formed the realm of hyperspace to find themself only several dozen kilometers away from the ovoid shapes of the alien ships of the invaders. Not bad for a jump-in-system.

The ships of the Ssi-ruuk hurried to move into a defensive bulk, while the imperials accelerated to reach their position. With the light Wurrif-Class-Cruisers and the Sh´ner-Class-Assaultships forming the centre and the Fw´sen-Class-Picketships serving as escorts they were awaiting Bakuras defenders, while launching their battledroids.

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Although an older design the Carrack-Cruisers belonged still to the fasted ships inside the imperial Navy and were very well armed for their size. The same could be said about the corellian gunships, which were buildt for quick strikes at an enemy. So it was no wonder, that the defening forces of Bakura reached the Ssi-ruuk in less than a minute.

On their tactical screens and displays the imperials watched entire clouds of small, pyramid-like objects emerge from the aliens big ships.

The huge number of them caused Thanas eyes to turn into slits. That was something he hadn´t expected. The majority of known species used fighters and employed ships that carried them into battle, but rarely in the numbers displayed now. And there was something about them, that ... .

"Lets concentrate on one of their smaller ships first." the Commander ordered. "Sensors, what can you tell me about those starfighters?"

"They are two meters long, pyramid-shaped and armed with four laser-cannons." The "Dominants" sensor-officer h

 

Up!! And lets get those Lancers

 

Up....sidaisy

 

This has been a sad week for me and my family. After nine years of joy and fun and four weeks of suffering our dog "Lady" went the way of all beings mortal. We will miss her.

Because of this the following post is only half of what i intended to write, but this way the "technobabble" gets an extra (the next) post. Thanks to the AotC:ICS i have to correct some technical statements. For example imperial firepower will increase, while acceleration will decrease. However, if i should keep the already stated values for the sake of continuity, let me know.



The Colliding of Empires



Hyperwave Signal Interceptors (HSIs): These sensors detect fluctuations in hyperspace. Whenever a ship enters or exits hyperspace, the local hyperspace field is disturbed - the mass and speed of the vessel determining the size of the disturbance. Ships nearby carrying HSIs can detect the disturbance, HSIs cannot determine a ship's origin or destination - but they can record the entry to or exit from hyperspace. (StarWarsSourcebook ? Chapter One)


Atlan tells:
I entered the ?Inferno?s command-centre through the main antigrav-lift and walked over to the conference-table, where the other leading members of our expedition already were gathered. Perry was sitting at the head of the oval table, to his right Icho Tolot had taken place. Next came Gucky and, as always, i was tempted to shake my head in wonderment at the contrasts between those two so different beings, although i had known both of them for centuries.

If there was a word an ignorant observer would use to describe Tolot it would be monstrous, three and a half meter tall, two and a half meter broad shoulders, four arms, the head shaped like a half-sphere with three twenty centimeter wide red-glowing eyes and a double-line of white bones as teeth, that were in stark contrast to his black hard-looking skin. Under conditions of one gravo the weight of the Halutan was two tons and if the living fighting-machine was running with its top speed of hundred and twenty kilometers per hour you wanted to be everywhere else, but in its path.

When i had first seen him i had wanted to kill him. Tenthousand years ago i had hated his ancestors. Then he had stood before me. He had simply laughed with the deep voice of his and told me, that hate is a feeling unworthy of a sentinent being, born out of fear of being inferior or helpless. I had felt ashamed then for i should have known this myself, if you don´t aquire some wisedom over a lifespan of tenthousand years you should question your intelligence very seriously. Perhaps i had even understood it on an intellectual level, but the occasions i had felt inferior or helpless could be counted with the fingers of a half hand. Arkonides born at the height of the ArkonEmpire and especially those of the ruling family had never felt inferior, quite the opposite. But that was the past, long gone. I had nothing in common with the degenerated Arkonides of today and fortunately i had found a new home and new tasks with the terrans. Those were the kind of people i could relate to, no matter how different they appeared to be on the outside.

The first word coming to mind to describe Gucky wasn´t monstrous. The first word coming to mind to describe Gucky was cute. Only one meter tall, barely fifty kilograms of weight, a mouse-like head with big round ears and a pointed snout, a beaver-like tail, that emerged from a hole at the back of his suit, all of this covered in soft reddish-brown fur, the Ilt looked like a stuffed toy. But that image was deceiving. As harmless and cute Gucky appeared to be and as nice and friendly the mousebeaver was around his friends and people he liked, the mutant could be as dangerous as Icho Tolot, perhaps even more, if he wanted to . Gucky wasn´t a telepath, telekinet and teleporter for nothing.

Next to the mousebeaver Dr. Gruber from ?Dantes Inferno?s med-bay had taken place and, nearly opposite from Rhodan and me sat Arno Kalup.

I took place in my chair to the left of the Grandadministrator. John Marshall was s

 

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