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

Updated "The Colling of Empires".

I think this story will be next.

 

Wow, this part kept me occupied for more than a week.

Oh, well, here is my revange on the Matrix and GL for their "Chosen One"-bs.




The tale of Darth Vader´s Son


With a powerful roar Tersar Frascati started to launch a new series of kicks and blows against his opponent, forcing Lucan Vader to retreat towards the wall of the small arena.

The other man didn´t tried to keep up his defenses, he simply stepped back to stay out of reach of Tersar.

That should be a good sign, since it indicated, that the stranger was to exhausted to keep his arms up.

Lucan Vader was quickly cornered between his opponent and the wall and Tersar Frascati tried to finish the battle once and for all with a powerfull kick. Unfortunately his foot didn´t hit the other man, but impacted against the metal-plastic of the wall of the arena. Since the arena belonged to the oldest sections of Settlement 7,459 the material had had a lot of time to decay and so Tersars foot broke through the wall like through a piece of paper.

It was only a small moment of distraction, but enough for Lucan Vader to get into the back of Tersar Frascati.

While the Ogradevi still tried to free his leg Lucan let his fists rain down on the upper and lower back of his opponent like hammers.

Finally the praetor of Settlement 7,459 got free, but he lost his balance and the son of Darth Vader gripped Frascati at the neck and at the belt of his shorts, pushing the Ogradevi facefront into the wall. A grunt escaped Frascatis mouth when his head and torso collided with the wall and already he was pulled back by Lucan Vader, who was without a doubt going to push him into the wall again. Blocking the aliens efforts until Lucan Vader increased the strenght of his efforts to push the Ogradevi against the wall again Frascati suddenly changed the direction of his own momentum. Accelerated by Lucan Vaders efforts and his own strenght and and almost walking up the wall Tersar Frascati summersaulted over Lucan Vaders head and dropped to the floor behind his adverary. Now it was Lucans turn to be shoved into the wall.

Roars and cheers erupted among the other Ogradevi about this dared move from their praetor.

But instead of using the wall for a second time Frascati threw Lucan towards the centre of the arena, where the son of Darth Vader dropped to the floor.

Breathing heavily Tersar Frascati plodded towards his opponent like an animal of ancient times, that weighted several tons.

Desperately trying to catch his breath Lucan tried to get up, but a powerful kick against his mid-section forced him back to the ground. Preparing himself and his mauled body for a second kick against the ribs, the son of Darth Vader suddenly felt himself grabbed by the shoulders and pulled upwards. In the next moment a thick, muscular arm was put around his neck and Lucan nearly panicked, when he realized, that Tersar Frascati was going to chocke him.

That hadn´t been part of his plan. In a minute, perhaps only seconds everything would be over. But for him, not his opponent.

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Dry like a desert. That comparison originated from the times when the Ogradevi had still lived on their world before they had been forced to leave because of their sun going nova, but Schatzivon Speck suddenly understood the meaning of the saying. Because his own mouth was totally dried out after witnessing the last minutes of the battle between his praetor and the sole hope of the Ogradevis entire species.

He should have known it.

The fight had already lasted longer, than Schatzivon would have ever expected and only moments ago it had appeared, as if Lord Lucan Vader had gotten the advantage over his opponent, but the situation had completely changed in a matter of seconds.

The young man, Schatzivon was sure that Lucan Vader was a young man, had shown an awesome performance against Tersar Frascati, but the praetor of Settlement 7,459 was the result of two-thousand years of genetic engineering and selective breeding, the product of a culture, where only the strongest and

 

Very nice twist and as with all twists you throw at us here very well reasoned. It absolutly makes sence thus making it all the more believeworthy

 

Hmm, I wonder how Lucan will get out of this. Perhaps a bit of dark side skulduggery?

 

I somehow doubt he will do that now - after all his pride prevented him from doing so the entire time.

Joinded the discussion-boards at stardestroyer.net. You are invited to join them, too.

Oh, and i updated the "Union of the Empires greatest warriors".

 

Think I've been there already, but I might go back.

UP.

 

Updated "The Colliding of Empires" so this story is going to be next.

Shall i return to Pellaeon and the empire or to the New Republic, when the fight between Lucan Vader and Tersar Frascati is decided?

 

Gimme more IMPS

 

Alright, the next time we´ll see the imps celebrating their hard-earned victory.

But until then ...



The tale of Darth Vader´s Son



The world was clouded in a blue-purple vail of blood.

Despite that Tersar Frascatis sight was as clear as always. But a person able to take a look into the mind of the seven foot tall Ogradevi would have discovered, that the eye-sight of Frascati was the only thing clear.

The only thought on his conscience ? if it could be called that ? was the destruction of the enemy. Anger, murder, bloodlust, those feelings were fuelling the strenght of the non-human warrior, reducing a cold, calculating, rational mind to an almost mindless barbarian, a machine of destruction.

Almost, since Tersar Frascartis instincts and intellect still served a sole purpose, chocking the live out of Lucan Vader, this piece of alien vermin, that had dared to challenge him. The Ogradevi could feel the taste of victory in his mouth, already in his ears was the sound of Lucan Vader´s neck breaking, the sound of his flesh and muscle-tissue ripping apart.

But as narrow-minded the condition of the praetor of settlement 7,459 seemed to be, somehow he was holding back.

Deep down in the back of his head he remembered, that there was something else, a reason to let his enemy stay alive, a prospect for the future, where he needed Lucan Vader alive, a purpose to follow, that exeeded the importance of victory now. So instead of pressing the neck of his oppent against his chest and shoving the head foreward he simply tightened his grip, waiting for his opponent to lose consciousness.

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The world was drowning in a crimson sea of blood.

Desperately Lucan tried to get much needed air into his lungs. His entire body hurt like hell and lay limp on the ground or leaned against his opponent.

His entire body with exception of the muscles of his neck. Those he tried to keep under tension, to make it impossible for Tersar Frascati to break his neck.

The Ogradevi had claimed, that he wouldn´t kill Lucan and the son of Darth Vader also hadn´t intended to kill the praetor, but that had been an hour ago and during that hour the entire world had changed. And not for the better.

Impossible as it seemed he hadn´t been able to defeat Tersar Frascati until now and now he was the one in danger of being defeated.

His first real opponent for the last six years and he was laying on the ground ? great Sithlord, that he was. Despite that he still couldn´t bring himself to use the force to get out of the situation he was in.

It would have been the cheap way out and the son of Darth Vader was a man with self-respect. Besides that he had been tought to see the force as a precious tool, not as a cane he was dependant on or a servant, who would do all the work for him. But that wouldn´t help him out of the situation he was in. Tersar Frascati was still in the better position and he used it to his advantage, while the young Lord Vader felt pain and exhaustion demanding their tribute.

Perhaps a country-house on an insignificant planet in the outer rim wasn´t such a bad thing after all. But the same moment Lucan had considered that thought he also felt shame. Shame for ever thinking about giving up.

Would Palpatine have surrendered in such a situation? Of course not. The old fossil would have never backed down.

Would his mother have allowed weakness to succeed over her? An impossible idea. As long as he could remember Lucan´s mother had always been calm, always known, what to do.

And his father? The universe would rather cease to exist than witness Darth Vader to give up.

Lucan didn´t knew if he was already hallucinating from the lack of oxygen, but suddenly he saw the tall black figure of his father standing above him, could hear the familiar and loved hiss of the Dark Lords breathing and although his fathers eyes were covered by obsidian lenses Lucan was able to see the disappointment in them.

NO!

Lucans shame turned into anger, fueled by the wish to live up to the legac

 

LOL, i'd say yes before i'd remember to ask for more facts and proof

Loved the brawl, most fights between equals become brawls so nice touch there.

 

I hope they do say yes. It would ruin the story if they don't

Great stuff. More soon I hope.

 

Of course they will ally themself with Lucan. Otherwise, there would have been no need to introduce them into this story.

Next part will be the empire again.

Updated the "Union of the Empires greatest Warriors".

 

As promised we are returning to the imperials under Pellaeons command.

It is only a small appetizer for the things to come, but i´ve also been writing on the "Colliding-Story" although the update on that story will take a little more time.

See you.


The tale of Darth Vader´s Son


Three groups of beings were assembled on the aft-bridge of the ?Reaper?, the flagship of the imperial forces.

Three groups of which the members of only one were physically present, while the other two were represented by life-sized holograms.

The first group of holograms to the left consisted of three men, Captain Czolla from the ?Despot?, Captain Finder from the ?Grandmoff Tarkin? and Captain Hauser of the ?Grandmoff Kaine?.

To the right were the Captains of the ISD-taskforces, Captain Marka from the ?Terror?, Nagol from the ?Oppressor?, Aban from the ?Bellicose?, Dorja from the ?Relentless?, Hilic from the ?Shnitter? and Captain Goror, who commanded the ?Revange?.

In the middle between both groups stood Admiral Pellaeon, flanked by Captain Krun from the ?Reaper? and Captain Harbid of the ?Death´s Head?. Harbid´s ship had taken the most damage from the stardestroyers during the attack on ORD Grottos and was now docked within the huge hangar-bay of the ?Reaper?, together with two of the Enforcer-Class-Cruisers and several of the corvettes and frigates, all ships undergoing repairs.

Slightly behind this trio of senior officers stood Colonel Priem from ImperialIntelligence and a Lieutenant-Commander from Pellaeons staff, a man whose name was Grodin Tierce.

?Gentlemen, a toast.? said Pellaeon, raising an elegant glass of Chandrilan Champagne. ?To victory and to the empire. To the brave men, who crew our ships and fight in our army. Tell them they did well today. The empire is proud of them. I AM proud of them.?

The old man took a sip from his glass and watched the holographic images of his commanding officers do the same. Amazing, what the presence of a Superstardestroyer and a victory could do to morale. But there was more and Pellaeon had been able to see it in the eyes of the men. Something of the old spirit from the times of the early years of the empire, before things had turned to the worse. When Palpatine´s ascent to power had seemed to be accompanied by the dawn of a new golden age after the decay of the old republic.

Or was it something new?

The desaster of Endor was nearly ten years past and during that time an entire new generation of soldiers and officers had entered service, especially during Grandadmiral Thrawn´s reign. The events accompanying Palpatine´s return and the following infighting after his final death had purged the upper ranks of the imperial fleet (not to mention the elimination of thirteen of the most powerful warlords by Admiral Daala and Pellaeon himself) and new blood was now filling the gaps left. New blood and loyal leftovers from the old guard like himself and most of the Captains in front of him. Looking at them and seeing the fire in their eyes Pellaeon knew, that the empire was still alive, that the empire was far away from being the rotten and dead corpse the New Republic wished it to be. And perhaps this time they would be able to do it right.

Pellaeon took a last sip and winked a protocol-droid with a tray and gave him the now empty glass. ?As much as i would like to celebrate a little more, the war isn´t going to stop and there is still a lot of business to take care of.? He waited for a short moment to allow his officers to drink out their chandrilan champagne, which had become a rarity within the empire with Chandrila being a founding member of the rebel-alliance (the planet was Mon Mothma´s homeworld) and now part of the New Republic, then continued. ?How is the situation on Pluwal, Captain Czollo??

The Captain of the ?Despot? didn´t hesitate to answer. ?Within the expected parameters, Admiral. The system is cleared from hostile forces and we´ll have garrisoned the planet within the next few hours. The population isn´t trying to resist our forces a

 

We gained more insight in the imperial campaign.. And i must say that i liked the fact you made this. Although short (as it should be in wartime) this victory celebration is fitting. This is also one of my favorite things bout your writing: It's always very logical when translated to our little world

 

Sorry I'm late. Good stuff.

 

Any guesses, what Pellaeon has in store for poor Captain Banor?

Or the imperial strategy as a whole?

Updated "The Colliding of Empires".

 

Once again my favourite (although doomed to lose) fraction of the SW-universe:

After that back to the rebels, eh, New Republic.


The tale of Darth Vader´s Son


Escorted by two stormtroopers Captain Banor walked through the corridors of the ?Reaper?, wondering, what kind of faith was waiting for him.

All the horror-stories of Darth Vader´s way about dealing with officers, who had failed the dark Lord of the Sith came to his mind.

If the protocal was to be followed, Banor should be sitting in the brig of his own ship and be transported to a base, where the judical branch of the imperial starfleet would decide about him in a court-martial.

That wasn´t the case here so Banor had concluded, that protocol wasn´t to be followed. And since Admiral Pellaeon hadn´t ordered him executed already on the ?Fangs?, there might be a slight chance for him to survive the desaster at Botka.

While those thoughts were running through his mind, Banor paid no attention to the way he was walking so the sudden halt of his stormtrooper-escorts (or guardians) came as a surprise.

?The Admiral awaits you, Captain.? said one of the troopers with this electronically modulated voice, that caused all stormtroopers to sound the same. ?You may enter.?

The door in front of him hissed open and Banor entered the office of Gilad Pellaeon. Hesitantly the captain of the Interdictor-Destroyer stepped in.

?Ah, Captain Banor.? greeted the Supreme Commander of all imperial forces the unfortunate Captain of the ?Fangs?. ?Come in.?

Pellaeon was sitting behind an office-table typical for the private office of a Navy-Officer and in front of the desk stood a single chair. The Admiral didn´t offer Banor a seat. For some long moments only uncomfortable silence filled the room, while Banor didn´t try to flinch under the unnerving gaze of the older man. Finally Pellaeon broke the silence.

?You had several hours to think about your actions. Actions, that caused the destruction of an ISD, the destruction of a VSD and a months occupation of a dock by the Victory ?Legat?. A dock that could be used for other things. As grave as those matters are, the loss of almost twelve-thousand carefully trained men is even more serious. Is there anything you have to say in your defense??

Banor stood straight and saluted. ?No Sir, i have nothing to say.?

?You have nothing to say?? asked Pellaeon. ?You are aware, that you could be sentenced to death for your failures in a court-martial??

?Yes Sir, i am. And i´m talking the full responsibility for my failure.?

?You´re taking the full responsibility for your failure.? said Pellaeon with acid in his voice. ?That will be a great comfort for the men who died aboard the ?Deathwing? and the ?Judge?. Or their wives and children.? Pellaeon could see the Captain twitch as if hit by invisible blows, but it gave him no satisfaction. ?Now think again. Is there nothing you could have done different, nothing, that would have changed the desastrous outcome of that part of the battle??

Banor hesitated for a moment. ?Yes Sir, there was one thing i could have done. I could have confirmed, that the time-table for operating the gravity-wells was possible to execute.?

?Interesting.? stated Pellaeon. ?As far as i know it is very difficult to change the direction of a gravity-cone.?

?Yes Admiral, while the gravity-waves themself move with lightspeed, the mechanical components of the projectors are a lot more difficult to turn.?

?Right, but we included this delay of time in our simulations when we planned this part of the assault. So why did it go wrong??

Banor took a deep breath. ?Because those simulations were run with an Immobilizer-418, not an Interdictor-Destroyer. The gravity-well-projectors of the Immobilizer are twenty times smaller, than those of a Dominator-Class-Interdictor. They are still difficult to turn, but easier than those of the bigger ship.?

?Correct.? said Pellaeon after a few moments. ?Since i and my staff provided you with the plan and the shedule for your pa

 

Aaaahhh maybe doomed in the "real" Star Wars Universe. But here anything is possible right?

Btw: Never expected that.. I at least expected a demotion

 

Doomed? Who or what is doomed?

What did you think about my explenation with the gravity-wells?

Of course i could have Banor demoted, but how should he be able to redeem himself as commander? Well, he could command a frigate or even one of the smaller Immobilizer-418, but that would be impractical.

Besides, this way there is the possibility opened for a sub-story in the "Tale of Darth Vader´s Son"-universe. The adventures of Captain Banor and his ships, the "Fangs".

 

Once again my favourite (although doomed to lose) fraction of the SW-universe

You posted this as the start of your latest update.

As for the grav wells:
Sloppy work by those responseble but then again sometimes those things sneek in undetected no matter how hard you to keep them out. And in warfare there're many things that need to be considered. Thus a small error could indeed be overlooked. So i think this is, like i'm used too from you, very possible.

 

Obviously Thrawn really rubbed off on Pellaeon in leniency terms.

 

I never felt Thrawn to be lenient. Only, he doesn't waste anything. In the Trilogy Thrawn punishes and rewards in such extend that a) he is obeyed and b) the ppl serve his to their maximum extend cause they want to not because they fear him. But never think Thrawn to be lenient, he just hates waste.

 

Right.

And as already said, Banor is not from the hook, he got a very dangerous assignment to redeem himself.

And the empire really can´t afford to waste anything (although i´m going to change this).

Hmmm, nobody has commented on the people, who did seventy percent of the planning of "Pellaeons" campaign.

 

I was hoping to have a new chapter for "The Colliding of Empires"-story, but this was easier to write. For the other update, we´ll have to wait till thursday.

So lean back, enjoy the update and tell me what you think.



The tale of Darth Vader´s Son



"You should have told me."

Only a slight tone of accusation was in Han Solo´s voice, but Leia knew him long enough to hear it.

"I know, Han, i know." the answer sounded lame even for her own ears. She had found Han in their bedroom, packing his bag.

"But you didn´t." Han fumbled with a shirt, trying without success to keep the folds out of it.

"I´m sorry, Han, really, but somehow i didn´t found the time. Not with all that is going on at the moment."

Han took a deep breath. "You know, i should be the one apologizing." He turned around and gave his wife one of the small smiles he reserved for only her and which Leia loved so much. "You´re that cought in your work, trying to hold the republic together, we hardly see each other and what am i doing? Playing with the "Falcon" and looking after the children."

"Don´t tell me you feel useless." Leia took two steps closer to her husband and put her arms around his waist. "You aren´t." She pressed her head against his chest and Han lovingly returned her embrance. "You have no idea, how much strength and support your presence is giving me. There are times, when i wouldn´t know how to do without it."

"I had no idea." Han placed a gentle kiss on his wifes forehead. "I always knew, that you are the stronger one of us. You fight for what you want or what you think to be right with everything you have. Thats why i love you so much."

"But even the strongest now and then needs a shoulder to lean on. Like now."

"I´m sorry, honey. This is really going close to you."

"To you not? We know each other for almost fifteen years by now and every single one of them was spent fighting in the war or running from the empire. When we met i was foolish enough to believe, that with Palpatines death the war would be over and everything all right. How stupid of me."

"Nah, come on sweetie. You never were that foolish. You´re to smart to have ever believed, that that would have happened."

"Perhaps in my head, but my heart made me hope otherwise." Leia sat down on the bed and Han took place beside her. She took a deep breath. "I´m tired, Han, tired of the war, tired of sending people to their deaths, tired of keeping politicans in check, who are in the business for their own gain. But i can´t let go. If i would do that, i would lose any influence on the way things go."

"Sooner or later you have to. Hand over the responsibility to someone else." consoled Han.

"What an irony." said Leia. "As head of state of a democracy i have to let go, but i can´t for fear of things turning to the worse. And if i don´t sooner or later people will think i´m only interested in power. I finally know, how Mon Mothma must have felt."

"Those were different times and as we know now, such fears were unjustified." stated Han.

"But her handling of things caused Bel Iblis to abandon the rebel-alliance and to start his own war against the empire. Fortunately not more people left with him or we wouldn´t be here."

"But they didn´t. And the secession of Iblis wasn´t only Mon Mothma´s fault, but also the one of good old Garm. He is a very proud and very stubborn man."

Leia nudged her husband in the ribs. "A typical corellian."

Han grinned at her. "In the worst sense of the word." Then he turned serious again and tightened his grip around Leias shoulder in a comforting way. "You know, sweetie, you are not the only one with good intentions. I could imagine Voil Voramo to be a good leader of the New Republic, or Dorman Beruss, Ponc Gavrisom and i´m sure there are a lot more. Not everyone of them is like Borsk Fey´lya. Have a little faith."

Leia sighed. "Its not as if i have no faith in the intentions of those people. I simply can´t bring myself to believe those people are able to stand up against," she hesitated, "you know

 

"Alright, Admiral, you convinced me. I´ll travel to Vortex."

Where he will, I'm guessing, get his ass handed to him on a plate.