SW/ST fic: THE LONE DESTROYER
Posted: 2007-01-17 10:09pm
Behold, my first fanfic. Bit of a cliffhanger, but oh well. More will follow, unless you all hate in in which case no more will follow.
Star Wars
The Lone Destroyer
Dramatis Personae
The ISD Furious
Captain James Devaron, commander of ISD Furious, male human
Commander Tomas Needa, executive officer of ISD Furious, male human
Colonel Parza Viz, fighter commander for ISD Furious and leader of Gray Squadron, female Verpine
Lieutenant Pityr Halleck, engineering technician aboard ISD Furious, male human
Chapter 1
Captain James Devaron stood on the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer Furious. The mighty bone-white triangle hung motionless in space, dozens of light years from the nearest settlement. Nothing within sensor range merited investigation. Nothing, that is, except the splotch of impenetrable blackness that cloaked a Rebel base.
“Launch all fighters. Prepare heavy turbolasers for blind targeting. Commander Needa, activate shields.” This would be he crowning glory of his career. The Furious had been assigned to the Death Fleet under Lord Vader, and had been disabled by ion cannon fire at Hoth. Incensed, Vader had detached the Furious to hunt down the supplier of the cannon. Captain Devaron had determined that while the actual maker of the cannon, Kuat Drive Yards, was out of reach, the Rebel base it had passed through on it’s way to Hoth was not.
To that end he had tracked down the stronghold in question, and would soon destroy it.
“Sir, Com/Scan detects a massive disturbance off our starboard bow. It’s moving closer at a rate of ten thousand kilometers per second.” reported Lieutenant Halleck from the crew pit.
“What manner of disturbance?”
“Apparently a wormhole, sir.”
“It’s moving closer, you say? How long until it reaches us?”
“Fifteen minutes Captain.”
“Recall all fighters! Turn about and prepare for a blind hyperspace jump.”
“Sir, is that wise? A blind jump could land us in a star or something. Perhaps we should investigate the wormhole. It could contain valuable resources or a new species of alien.”
“Commander Needa, I am not interested in aliens at the moment. We must jump, or this ship could be lost forever.”
“Yes sir.” he said, nodding briskly. “Gray, Black, and Obsidian Squadrons are onboard. It will take Onyx and Dusk Squadrons a few more minutes to dock.”’ There was a look of apprehension on Needa’s face.
“We don’t have a few more minutes.” It was more of a statement than a question.
“No sir.” came the dejected reply.
“What about Ebony and Sable Squadrons?” inquired Captain Devaron, his eyes narrowed with worry.
“They hadn’t launched yet.” Devaron breathed a sigh of relief. At least some of his troops would survive.
“Carry on, Lieutenant.” Outwardly, Captain Devaron looked the perfect Imperial officer; calm, collected, and interested in his subordinates welfare. Inside, however, his mind was churning. Should he make the jump to lightspeed, and lose two dozen good men to either a wormhole or the Rebel base’s defenses? To wait might endanger the lives of his entire crew. “Prepare for lightspeed, Commander Needa. Order Ebony and Sable to make best speed towards us. Wait until the last possible second before jumping. If they don’t make it...”
“Yes sir, I understand.” Needa saluted smartly and shouted to the Navigation technician. Just then, an iridescent blue bolt as large as a Corellian Corvette erupted from the cloaked base, striking the Furious amidships.
“Damage report!” shouted Devaron heatedly. “Was that an ion cannon?”
“Yes sir,” replied Lieutenant Halleck. “Just like the one at Hoth. Shields, weapons, and hyperdrive are off line. We still have sublight propulsion though.”
“All speed ahead towards Ebony and Sable. Tractor them in as fast as possible!” Might as well save as many soldiers as possible, then. Maybe we’ll survive.
“Aye aye sir.”
The wormhole sped toward them. Furious had just enough time to retreive the last of it’s fighters before the great ship was swallowed by the ravening hole through space and time.
END CHAPTER ONE
Star Wars
The Lone Destroyer
Dramatis Personae
The ISD Furious
Captain James Devaron, commander of ISD Furious, male human
Commander Tomas Needa, executive officer of ISD Furious, male human
Colonel Parza Viz, fighter commander for ISD Furious and leader of Gray Squadron, female Verpine
Lieutenant Pityr Halleck, engineering technician aboard ISD Furious, male human
Chapter 1
Captain James Devaron stood on the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer Furious. The mighty bone-white triangle hung motionless in space, dozens of light years from the nearest settlement. Nothing within sensor range merited investigation. Nothing, that is, except the splotch of impenetrable blackness that cloaked a Rebel base.
“Launch all fighters. Prepare heavy turbolasers for blind targeting. Commander Needa, activate shields.” This would be he crowning glory of his career. The Furious had been assigned to the Death Fleet under Lord Vader, and had been disabled by ion cannon fire at Hoth. Incensed, Vader had detached the Furious to hunt down the supplier of the cannon. Captain Devaron had determined that while the actual maker of the cannon, Kuat Drive Yards, was out of reach, the Rebel base it had passed through on it’s way to Hoth was not.
To that end he had tracked down the stronghold in question, and would soon destroy it.
“Sir, Com/Scan detects a massive disturbance off our starboard bow. It’s moving closer at a rate of ten thousand kilometers per second.” reported Lieutenant Halleck from the crew pit.
“What manner of disturbance?”
“Apparently a wormhole, sir.”
“It’s moving closer, you say? How long until it reaches us?”
“Fifteen minutes Captain.”
“Recall all fighters! Turn about and prepare for a blind hyperspace jump.”
“Sir, is that wise? A blind jump could land us in a star or something. Perhaps we should investigate the wormhole. It could contain valuable resources or a new species of alien.”
“Commander Needa, I am not interested in aliens at the moment. We must jump, or this ship could be lost forever.”
“Yes sir.” he said, nodding briskly. “Gray, Black, and Obsidian Squadrons are onboard. It will take Onyx and Dusk Squadrons a few more minutes to dock.”’ There was a look of apprehension on Needa’s face.
“We don’t have a few more minutes.” It was more of a statement than a question.
“No sir.” came the dejected reply.
“What about Ebony and Sable Squadrons?” inquired Captain Devaron, his eyes narrowed with worry.
“They hadn’t launched yet.” Devaron breathed a sigh of relief. At least some of his troops would survive.
“Carry on, Lieutenant.” Outwardly, Captain Devaron looked the perfect Imperial officer; calm, collected, and interested in his subordinates welfare. Inside, however, his mind was churning. Should he make the jump to lightspeed, and lose two dozen good men to either a wormhole or the Rebel base’s defenses? To wait might endanger the lives of his entire crew. “Prepare for lightspeed, Commander Needa. Order Ebony and Sable to make best speed towards us. Wait until the last possible second before jumping. If they don’t make it...”
“Yes sir, I understand.” Needa saluted smartly and shouted to the Navigation technician. Just then, an iridescent blue bolt as large as a Corellian Corvette erupted from the cloaked base, striking the Furious amidships.
“Damage report!” shouted Devaron heatedly. “Was that an ion cannon?”
“Yes sir,” replied Lieutenant Halleck. “Just like the one at Hoth. Shields, weapons, and hyperdrive are off line. We still have sublight propulsion though.”
“All speed ahead towards Ebony and Sable. Tractor them in as fast as possible!” Might as well save as many soldiers as possible, then. Maybe we’ll survive.
“Aye aye sir.”
The wormhole sped toward them. Furious had just enough time to retreive the last of it’s fighters before the great ship was swallowed by the ravening hole through space and time.
END CHAPTER ONE