Legacy of the Sith: Chapter 3 added 1/25/06
Posted: 2003-04-01 03:25am
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Legacy:Darkness: Chapter 1: 'I Have Become Death...'
Captain Fraxx Arkady stood on the bridge of the ISD Ravage as they approached the massive space station. It was a prototype of Seiners original mobile fleet resupply and repair ship. The plans had eventually been used to create the Death Star. This 100km sphere had no superlaser, its mission was more important. Crewed by Droids slaved to a central computer, this was one of the Emperor's storehouses. Arkady had found the jump point map the storehouse followed years ago, though he only pursued it since Thrawn's death. For over a year he and his crew worked to find a way past the automated defenses to no avail. Then 'he' came.
Arkady eyed the alien on his bridge, the Ubese stood silent in his black armor and leather. Seth had arrived in a shuttle ear-marked for the Imperial guardsmen on Byss. Seth claimed to be an apprentice to one of the Executors. He also came with a clearance code for entry into the storehouse. The had used a probe droid the first run, now they had to try themselves. Seth claimed now was the only time the code worked. While the station was parked near a black hole, it had a specialized droidship get closer and begin using the neutron stars massive gravity to extract Hypermatter. The security codes for the station were all time dependent on each stop along the route. This was the longest stop made only once every 3 years.
They reached the massive docking bay for capital ships in need of resupply or repair. The magnetic field opened and they were guided to a set of universal docking clamps. Arkady breathed a sigh of relief as the clamps locked down.
"Lt. you have the bridge until the XO transfers from the secondary bridge. Is the entry team ready?"
"Yes sir."
Arkady moved to the 'lift. Now that they were here he had to get the station's central computer to recognize his authority. The protocol Palpatine set up was convoluted, but effective. He and four Stormtroopers were to proceed to the central command deck. There the computer would authenticate the Troopers, than him, than have the Trooper authenticate he was who he said he was. The hard part had been finding four Troopers who had been in service when this thing was launched. Arkady stepped out into the docking tube attached to an outer airlock the four troopers following. He was hardly an imposing figure. A mere 5'5", with short brown hair and a boyish face despite hit 38 years. He led them into the stations halls there a Droid that looked like a weight lifter waited. Arkady blinked at the site of it, an E522 assassin droid, he had seen pictures but never in person. In the early days they hunted the Emperor's enemies, now it seemed they were security. It pointed to a lift not far down the hall that opened. The droid flanked them with weapon laden arms the whole way. The command deck was silent, its view screen blank. At the main computer access station an M-3PO military protocol droid waited its red photoreceptors burning from in its clamshell shaped head. Arkady handed his Rank cylinders over to start the process. It took twenty minutes.
"Your authority is confirmed Captain Arkady, command of the Mobile Battle Planetoid: Ragnos is now yours. How may I be of service?"
"Your full designation?"
"I am M-3PO-A9, Chief Quartermaster and Droid administrator. The Emperor called me 'Arcane'."
"Very well Arcane, deactivate the security systems. I'll need a cargo manifest and complete rundown on this stations systems and operational status."
"At once, sir. I should warn you sir the cargo manifest is incomplete."
"How so?"
"Many items in the cargo bays were misidentified in transit for security reasons. The lists were corrected by the Imperial guard when the Emperor visited. He has not been here for sometime."
His crew exited the Ravage and spread out over the command deck. They didn't have the personnel to man the station, but his slicers began sorting files in the computer, others cataloged the manifest. Arcane helped by pointing out the mislabeled items. So far the Ragnos was the big prize. Its was designed to resupply fleets anywhere. It had specialized drone ships that could extract Hypermatter, mine Tibanna gas, mine asteroids for raw material. There were manufacturing facilities on board, fabbers, elemental furnaces, everything from spare parts to capital warships could be built. The only limit was raw materials and the size of the factory. Nothing larger than an Imperial-class Star Destroyer. Arkady snapped out of his reverie as Lt. Giel approached.
"Yes Lt.?"
"Sir, we have a problem."
"Knew this was to easy. Very well what is it?"
"I attempted to test fire one of the turbolasers, it wouldn't fire. I sent a D/C team to one and they found these."
The Lt. brought a very dead Mynock from behind his back.
"They got into the Turbolaser power grids, only a few they couldn't get into still fire. The Droids weren't programed to watch for them."
"How long to repair?"
"A year maybe 2, we'd have to tear the whole system out and replace it."
"Any good news?"
"There are still 30 operational turbolasers, spread out all over the Ragnos, the Proton torpedo and missile launchers still work. The sublight engines and hyperdrive work, and the Hypermatter extractor just docked."
"Alright, program the security droids to kill the Mynocks off."
He turned to the next man waiting to see him. Wearing technician grey, a Senior Chief Petty Officer.
"Sir we've got the list of 'mislabeled' items."
"Good, start the search after watch rotation, I'll look over what the teams find tomorrow."
"Yes, sir."
Arkady returned to the Ravage. He almost smiled, even without most of the Turbolasers the Ragnos had the firepower of a torpedo sphere. More than enough for defenses, he needed its manufacturing capabilities more than its firepower.
IMC Blade's Edge, Milky Way Galaxy
Captain Ryan Blade sat like a statue as his ship swung around to hit the Orion pirate vessel again. Ryan shot his weapons officer a grin that the green skinned Orion girl returned. She fired again reducing the first ship to atoms as the white bolts ripped through the small raider. The other ship retired at warp 4.
Ryan stood, looking over his crew with sparkling blue eyes, his 6'4" frame imposing as the large sword he wore. Thy'ril grinned at him again, he had literally won her at a dabo table while too drunk to see. She had been a slave all her life, she had been engineered to be one. Ryan had found freeing her not so easy. The best he got was making her a crew member. He grinned back before turning to leave the bridge. Most people, especially those from the federation, thought he was eccentric or insane.
His ship was just as odd as he was. The Blade's Edge had started life as a Klingon D-7 Battle cruiser nearly 80 years ago, Ryan had bought the decommissioned outdated vessel and took it to the most twisted arms dealers he could find, the Minosians. It had cost him most the of the crystals he had found in the ruins on Beowulf, his home colony. They had performed a full refit, it now had two antimatter reactors instead of one, between them they produced as much power as most modern Federation reactors without having the excess reactivity they used. The shield grid was upgraded with redundant generators so they could put up a second shield if the first fell, while weaker than the main shields it would give them a little extra protection. The 4 Mark 7 Disrupter cannons and torpedo tubes were removed. The nacelle mounted disrupters were replaced by two particle cannons the Minosians had gotten in trade from another customer. The torpedo tubes were replaced, the fore tube now a 'tri-launcher' that loaded 3 torpedoes and fired them in rapid succession. The aft tube was an upgraded single shot launcher but it now sported a Minosian beam cannon turret above it. The outer hull armor had been left in place but a 1cm thick layer of depleted uranium had been added. He'd be damned if he'd call it 'duranium'. The Impulse engines and warp drive had been upgraded to accommodate the increased weight. Hugging the 'belly of the ship was a new addition, an externally mounted shuttle. It could carry 6 troops plus a pilot. It was small having no reactor, instead the small craft had batteries that charged off the Blade when attached. It had been optimized for atmospheric flight making landing without power possible. There was also a boarding airlock that sealed against an enemies hull then cut through with Disrupter torches.
Ryan had gathered a crew and named the vessel the Independent Mercenary Cruiser Blade's Edge. His crew made up of misfits and outcasts from various Federation members and colonies, as well as a few from other area's. With a crew of 400 and carrying up to an additional 500 troops, depending on mission, they had made a living off protecting Cargo vessels and non-federation convoys.
Ryan came up on his troop commander, Scorrth. He looked up as the Gorn saluted. Scorrth had shown up with a bunch of other Gorn and their families fleeing a political purge at home. Most of them lived on Fortress where the Blade was based but 200 of them served on the ship about half as soldiers the rest as ship's personnel.
"Major Scorrth, the troops may stand down."
"Very well, Sir. Orions?"
"As expected."
"Its been to easy lately."
"With the Dominion war over the Feds are patrolling again. The Orion syndicate is getting paranoid now that relations between the big three aren't strained."
The Gorn nodded and walked off. Ryan entered his quarters with a sigh. Scorrth was right it was far to easy. He picked up a Padd containing their next job. A former resident of Turkana 4 was offering a small fortune to bring the colony under control. He threw the padd down in disgust. He hated these kind of missions. Not that he had any objections to pacifying the locals, it was that once Turkana 4 was stable again it would rejoin the Federation. Within a year it would probably fall apart all over again, they would pull out when the employer arrived with a 'peacekeeping' force of his own. He just wanted someone else to do the dirty work. After he ran out of Latinum to pay his 'Peacekeepers' the colonists would revolt and start all over again. The only bright spot was he wasn't the only Merc going, Colonel Holister's Marine's were as well. He headed off to the communications room, he had to call in more troops 500 wasn't enough against a colony of 3500 mostly made up of armed gangs. He smiled at the young Ensign manning the room.
"I'm sending a transmission to Fortress, for Colonel Holister, Encoding routine Red, set it then give me some privacy."
"Yes sir. Done sir."
Ryan watched the young man leave, it felt good for a military ship to actually act like one.
"Hollister, I'll be at Turkana 4 in 2 weeks, if you need more time send me a better date. End message."
He sent the message off and sat back. Fortress was outside Federation space on the edge of the Ferengi Alliance, home to thousands of Independent mercenaries. It had more space traffic than earth most days. There was a sizable civilian population as well, mostly retired mercs and families of both retirees and active mercenaries. But others had come as well, civilian businessmen suppling luxury goods, and several bars and brothels. He subcontracted another group led by a Rayne Hollister. Hollister was suppose to be even 'weirder and more barbaric' as one Federation Ensign put it than Ryan was.
Hollister’s story got weird fast, he was born in 1977. He had served as a U.S. Marine during the Eugenics wars. Shortly after he and 39 others were placed aboard a modified DY-100 space transport to pursue and neutralize Khan. If Kirk had followed the Botany Bay's flight path back he would have found the Sanction on its trail. Hollister hadn't revealed who had found the DY-100 and awakened her crew, but it had been recent 3-4 years at least. He apparently didn't like what he saw in the federation and went mercenary. These days he called himself a Colonel, and owned a Son'a destroyer, his payment from the Son'a when they lacked the funds to pay all their mercenaries. Hollister had replaced the Isolitic Subspace Weapon launcher, which the Son'a had pulled out before turning it over, with a missile launch tube salvaged from his DY-100. What he loaded it with was anybodies guess, while the Son'a had pulled the weapon they had left the sensor dampening casing that kept it secret. Hollister and the 26 remaining members of his US Marine/Airforce crew trained their new crew in 20th century military doctrine. Hollister still carried the weapons he brought with him on the Sanction, a model M1911A1 Colt automatic and an M4A1 assault rifle carbine. Hollister troops would prove very helpful.
Ragnos Cargo bay 26-C
Arkady approached the tech crew at the bay door. They stood and saluted.
"Sir, this door has an 'Eyes Only' seal: Captain or above, only."
Arkady stepped up to the door and inserted his rank cylinder, punched in his access code, and waited as the lock verified him. He was startled when the door shot open, but composed himself before striding through. The door shot closed immediately behind him. Arkady looked around the room. There were spotlights in the ceiling that created pools of light on display cases. In each case was a scroll or book, a holographic version floated above each. He approached one case, there was a set of controls set near the base of the clear display top. He touched a few, they manipulated the floating holo-image, turning pages, zoom function, etc. He started looking at the displays trying to find ones he could read. There were over a hundred display cases, but their contents seemed to be written in obscure or at least unbelievably ancient languages. At the center he found an open display, a pedestal. On it sat a pyramid shaped object made of a red crystalline material, with a rune etched metal casing. He stared at it for a moment, the runes seemed to shift as he watched.
"It’s a Sith holocron."
Arkady spun drawing his sidearm. The electronically modulated voice belonged to Seth.
"This is why I helped you, this is a repository of Sith artifacts the Emperor recovered from the Jedi."
"Why?"
"While I did receive some training Executors and dark side adepts were denied this. Palpatine didn't want to have any who could rival him. The Holocron can instruct me in the true ways of the Sith."
"And if anything you find can be of help to me?"
"I will share it."
Arkady nodded and turned to go. He was in the turbolift before he questioned why he'd believed Seth. His comlink chirped interrupting the train of thought.
"Yes."
"Sir, I think you should come to cargo bay 12-A."
"What is it?"
"You'll have to see it to believe it, sir."
"Alright I'm on my way."
The turbolift dropped him of a short distance away, the Junior officer who called him waiting outside it. The young man opened the door for him.
"What the kriff. Are those.."
"Clone tanks, yes sir."
"I hope to hear a lot of good things in the next 5 minutes."
"Well sir there are 100 tanks, they have built in flash training equipment so the clone learns as he grows. The next bay over has medical and tech droids to run the equipment as well as DNA templates, early Clone War era."
"So the genetic template of Jango Fett?"
"Yes, sir, and the Kaminoin modified versions."
"Modified, how?"
"'Optimized' would be a better word the 'Troopers' are the original clone template the produced. There are later pilot templates, special forces templates, and so on."
"How long till we can get everything this up and running"
"A week, maybe more. Depends on how munch reprogramming we have to do."
"Any idea on how long it will take to grow the clones?"
"The manual provided say 1 year minimum, any less and the clones are to unstable."
"Have the slicers track down how Thrawn got it down farther, we're going to need troops."
An Ensign walked over briskly.
"Sir, The Arc Scythe has acknowledged, the Admiral will be here within the day."
"Good, any of the others coming to join us?"
"Unknown sir."
ISD Renown, Kelsh cluster
Captain Pando Cryll, stared out into space. It was hell waiting, he didn't even want to come. But if it was the elusive Admiral Snow he had to try. She was one of Vader's chosen, one he had defied the Emperor and 11 of the 12 to get promoted (the 12th being Thrawn who was elsewhere). She just might be the salvation of the Empire. The council of Moffs and 'Supreme Commander' Palleon were making noises about signing a peace treaty with the New Republic.
With a flash of pseudo-motion the Arc Scythe appeared. Cryll had been at Kuat when it was being built along with the long destroyed Arc Blade.
"Receiving a transmission, holocom, sir."
A clear blue image appeared of a woman in an Admiral's uniform, she had shoulder length hair, which Cyrll knew was the almost blue-white of new fallen snow.
"Admiral."
"Captain, I'll make this brief, Palleon is on his way to signing a treaty with the rebels. I'm leaving, along with some other 'assets' that have been recently 'acquired', to rebuild the fleet. Are you coming with me or staying to watch the New Order crumble."
"Give us the coordinates and we'll be there."
"Sending now, I'll be there in a month, I have other offers to make."
Cryll saluted as the Admirals image faded. It was finally going to happen, the Empire would rise like a phoenix. He briefly wondered what these 'other assets' were, it felt like something more than just ships. Though Snow did command an Advanced Research Cruiser, she hadn't been seen since before Endor, had she found something out there?
Ragnos,
Arkady looked up from his desk as Seth breezed in.
"I found something. "
"Yes?"
"A place you can go to rebuild, a place you cannot be followed to."
That got Arkady's attention.
"Where and how."
"The holocron was older than I at first believed. It's creator ruled the Sith people after Naga Sadow vanished. They evacuated their entire civilization to a single world Sitheran. Then they constructed a Hypergate, a very special one. It allows travel to another galaxy, they built a second Hypergate in the new galaxy allowing passage both ways, it also 'fixed' the exit point. Then they moved the planet to the new galaxy."
"They moved a planet?"
"Not exactly, they moved the gate into Sitheran's orbital path and placed the second gate so it would emerge in a stable orbit around a local star. They then scoured this galaxy of as many traces of themselves as possible. The Holocron was left behind for any stragglers."
"This hypergate still exists?"
"It should, they used Mandalorian Iron for the outer surface, the device itself draws and stores solar power, it has been doing so for nearly 3500 years. If it has not been destroyed I can activate it."
"I'll inform the Admiral"
Arkady's mind whirled with the possibilities. If they had an entire galaxy to draw on to rebuild, they would overwhelm the New Republic and the squabbling council of Moffs with ease. The only danger was if there were locals of equal or greater tech levels who objected.
Thornal, New Republic Minimum Security Penal Colony
Nieb Noir blanched when a Dreadnought bearing Imperial IFFs jumped in above the Colony Administration facility. The Space station was to keep civilians from landing on the prison world. Six Lambda's jumped in and roared down to the planet. Each landed in a different area. Nieb watched through the security camera's as Stormtroopers stepped out and marched down the street shooting Security Droids that got in their way. They rounded up several prisoners, most of whom seemed overjoyed to see them. Neib got a good shot of one and put the image into the database. She came back as 'Blue' a captured Imperial scientist, her file was flagged 'Black' meaning her record was deleted for security reasons. There were a lot of those on the colony. The Lambda's took off again, the station guns let them pass under the Dreadnoughts watchful Turbolaser gunners. Then the guns fired, the station and the colony were vaporized. From his escape pod Neib watched it turn and leave. Only 4 pods had launched, the Imperials had covered their tracks. Blue was the only one he knew for sure had been taken, the rest would be a mystery.
Saitani system, edge of the Unknown Region
Captain Frank Reele, watched as the star lines receded into normal space. The officer on the mass sensor turned white before speaking to the Lt. running the left pit. The Lt. walked over to the Comscan station. After speaking to the tech there, said Lt. made her way over to him. Reele was not an imposing figure, except for his blue-grey eyes.
"Sir, we've detected an object, Comscan shows it matches the profile we were given."
"Sent a secure transmission to the Admiral, 'We've found it', nothing more."
"Yes Sir."
Reele continued to stare out of the window, for a second he thought he could see the colossal ring in space. He had never been the best Imperial, he didn't even like the Empire that much. But he had been born on a world outside the Republic, a world torn by fighting warlords. The Republic threw up its hands and did nothing. Then came the New Order, the Empire put a stop to the chaos, it brought order. Now the chaos had returned, this time to the Galaxy, they would restore order. Even if they had to bleed another galaxy dry to do it.
Legacy:Darkness: Chapter 1: 'I Have Become Death...'
Captain Fraxx Arkady stood on the bridge of the ISD Ravage as they approached the massive space station. It was a prototype of Seiners original mobile fleet resupply and repair ship. The plans had eventually been used to create the Death Star. This 100km sphere had no superlaser, its mission was more important. Crewed by Droids slaved to a central computer, this was one of the Emperor's storehouses. Arkady had found the jump point map the storehouse followed years ago, though he only pursued it since Thrawn's death. For over a year he and his crew worked to find a way past the automated defenses to no avail. Then 'he' came.
Arkady eyed the alien on his bridge, the Ubese stood silent in his black armor and leather. Seth had arrived in a shuttle ear-marked for the Imperial guardsmen on Byss. Seth claimed to be an apprentice to one of the Executors. He also came with a clearance code for entry into the storehouse. The had used a probe droid the first run, now they had to try themselves. Seth claimed now was the only time the code worked. While the station was parked near a black hole, it had a specialized droidship get closer and begin using the neutron stars massive gravity to extract Hypermatter. The security codes for the station were all time dependent on each stop along the route. This was the longest stop made only once every 3 years.
They reached the massive docking bay for capital ships in need of resupply or repair. The magnetic field opened and they were guided to a set of universal docking clamps. Arkady breathed a sigh of relief as the clamps locked down.
"Lt. you have the bridge until the XO transfers from the secondary bridge. Is the entry team ready?"
"Yes sir."
Arkady moved to the 'lift. Now that they were here he had to get the station's central computer to recognize his authority. The protocol Palpatine set up was convoluted, but effective. He and four Stormtroopers were to proceed to the central command deck. There the computer would authenticate the Troopers, than him, than have the Trooper authenticate he was who he said he was. The hard part had been finding four Troopers who had been in service when this thing was launched. Arkady stepped out into the docking tube attached to an outer airlock the four troopers following. He was hardly an imposing figure. A mere 5'5", with short brown hair and a boyish face despite hit 38 years. He led them into the stations halls there a Droid that looked like a weight lifter waited. Arkady blinked at the site of it, an E522 assassin droid, he had seen pictures but never in person. In the early days they hunted the Emperor's enemies, now it seemed they were security. It pointed to a lift not far down the hall that opened. The droid flanked them with weapon laden arms the whole way. The command deck was silent, its view screen blank. At the main computer access station an M-3PO military protocol droid waited its red photoreceptors burning from in its clamshell shaped head. Arkady handed his Rank cylinders over to start the process. It took twenty minutes.
"Your authority is confirmed Captain Arkady, command of the Mobile Battle Planetoid: Ragnos is now yours. How may I be of service?"
"Your full designation?"
"I am M-3PO-A9, Chief Quartermaster and Droid administrator. The Emperor called me 'Arcane'."
"Very well Arcane, deactivate the security systems. I'll need a cargo manifest and complete rundown on this stations systems and operational status."
"At once, sir. I should warn you sir the cargo manifest is incomplete."
"How so?"
"Many items in the cargo bays were misidentified in transit for security reasons. The lists were corrected by the Imperial guard when the Emperor visited. He has not been here for sometime."
His crew exited the Ravage and spread out over the command deck. They didn't have the personnel to man the station, but his slicers began sorting files in the computer, others cataloged the manifest. Arcane helped by pointing out the mislabeled items. So far the Ragnos was the big prize. Its was designed to resupply fleets anywhere. It had specialized drone ships that could extract Hypermatter, mine Tibanna gas, mine asteroids for raw material. There were manufacturing facilities on board, fabbers, elemental furnaces, everything from spare parts to capital warships could be built. The only limit was raw materials and the size of the factory. Nothing larger than an Imperial-class Star Destroyer. Arkady snapped out of his reverie as Lt. Giel approached.
"Yes Lt.?"
"Sir, we have a problem."
"Knew this was to easy. Very well what is it?"
"I attempted to test fire one of the turbolasers, it wouldn't fire. I sent a D/C team to one and they found these."
The Lt. brought a very dead Mynock from behind his back.
"They got into the Turbolaser power grids, only a few they couldn't get into still fire. The Droids weren't programed to watch for them."
"How long to repair?"
"A year maybe 2, we'd have to tear the whole system out and replace it."
"Any good news?"
"There are still 30 operational turbolasers, spread out all over the Ragnos, the Proton torpedo and missile launchers still work. The sublight engines and hyperdrive work, and the Hypermatter extractor just docked."
"Alright, program the security droids to kill the Mynocks off."
He turned to the next man waiting to see him. Wearing technician grey, a Senior Chief Petty Officer.
"Sir we've got the list of 'mislabeled' items."
"Good, start the search after watch rotation, I'll look over what the teams find tomorrow."
"Yes, sir."
Arkady returned to the Ravage. He almost smiled, even without most of the Turbolasers the Ragnos had the firepower of a torpedo sphere. More than enough for defenses, he needed its manufacturing capabilities more than its firepower.
IMC Blade's Edge, Milky Way Galaxy
Captain Ryan Blade sat like a statue as his ship swung around to hit the Orion pirate vessel again. Ryan shot his weapons officer a grin that the green skinned Orion girl returned. She fired again reducing the first ship to atoms as the white bolts ripped through the small raider. The other ship retired at warp 4.
Ryan stood, looking over his crew with sparkling blue eyes, his 6'4" frame imposing as the large sword he wore. Thy'ril grinned at him again, he had literally won her at a dabo table while too drunk to see. She had been a slave all her life, she had been engineered to be one. Ryan had found freeing her not so easy. The best he got was making her a crew member. He grinned back before turning to leave the bridge. Most people, especially those from the federation, thought he was eccentric or insane.
His ship was just as odd as he was. The Blade's Edge had started life as a Klingon D-7 Battle cruiser nearly 80 years ago, Ryan had bought the decommissioned outdated vessel and took it to the most twisted arms dealers he could find, the Minosians. It had cost him most the of the crystals he had found in the ruins on Beowulf, his home colony. They had performed a full refit, it now had two antimatter reactors instead of one, between them they produced as much power as most modern Federation reactors without having the excess reactivity they used. The shield grid was upgraded with redundant generators so they could put up a second shield if the first fell, while weaker than the main shields it would give them a little extra protection. The 4 Mark 7 Disrupter cannons and torpedo tubes were removed. The nacelle mounted disrupters were replaced by two particle cannons the Minosians had gotten in trade from another customer. The torpedo tubes were replaced, the fore tube now a 'tri-launcher' that loaded 3 torpedoes and fired them in rapid succession. The aft tube was an upgraded single shot launcher but it now sported a Minosian beam cannon turret above it. The outer hull armor had been left in place but a 1cm thick layer of depleted uranium had been added. He'd be damned if he'd call it 'duranium'. The Impulse engines and warp drive had been upgraded to accommodate the increased weight. Hugging the 'belly of the ship was a new addition, an externally mounted shuttle. It could carry 6 troops plus a pilot. It was small having no reactor, instead the small craft had batteries that charged off the Blade when attached. It had been optimized for atmospheric flight making landing without power possible. There was also a boarding airlock that sealed against an enemies hull then cut through with Disrupter torches.
Ryan had gathered a crew and named the vessel the Independent Mercenary Cruiser Blade's Edge. His crew made up of misfits and outcasts from various Federation members and colonies, as well as a few from other area's. With a crew of 400 and carrying up to an additional 500 troops, depending on mission, they had made a living off protecting Cargo vessels and non-federation convoys.
Ryan came up on his troop commander, Scorrth. He looked up as the Gorn saluted. Scorrth had shown up with a bunch of other Gorn and their families fleeing a political purge at home. Most of them lived on Fortress where the Blade was based but 200 of them served on the ship about half as soldiers the rest as ship's personnel.
"Major Scorrth, the troops may stand down."
"Very well, Sir. Orions?"
"As expected."
"Its been to easy lately."
"With the Dominion war over the Feds are patrolling again. The Orion syndicate is getting paranoid now that relations between the big three aren't strained."
The Gorn nodded and walked off. Ryan entered his quarters with a sigh. Scorrth was right it was far to easy. He picked up a Padd containing their next job. A former resident of Turkana 4 was offering a small fortune to bring the colony under control. He threw the padd down in disgust. He hated these kind of missions. Not that he had any objections to pacifying the locals, it was that once Turkana 4 was stable again it would rejoin the Federation. Within a year it would probably fall apart all over again, they would pull out when the employer arrived with a 'peacekeeping' force of his own. He just wanted someone else to do the dirty work. After he ran out of Latinum to pay his 'Peacekeepers' the colonists would revolt and start all over again. The only bright spot was he wasn't the only Merc going, Colonel Holister's Marine's were as well. He headed off to the communications room, he had to call in more troops 500 wasn't enough against a colony of 3500 mostly made up of armed gangs. He smiled at the young Ensign manning the room.
"I'm sending a transmission to Fortress, for Colonel Holister, Encoding routine Red, set it then give me some privacy."
"Yes sir. Done sir."
Ryan watched the young man leave, it felt good for a military ship to actually act like one.
"Hollister, I'll be at Turkana 4 in 2 weeks, if you need more time send me a better date. End message."
He sent the message off and sat back. Fortress was outside Federation space on the edge of the Ferengi Alliance, home to thousands of Independent mercenaries. It had more space traffic than earth most days. There was a sizable civilian population as well, mostly retired mercs and families of both retirees and active mercenaries. But others had come as well, civilian businessmen suppling luxury goods, and several bars and brothels. He subcontracted another group led by a Rayne Hollister. Hollister was suppose to be even 'weirder and more barbaric' as one Federation Ensign put it than Ryan was.
Hollister’s story got weird fast, he was born in 1977. He had served as a U.S. Marine during the Eugenics wars. Shortly after he and 39 others were placed aboard a modified DY-100 space transport to pursue and neutralize Khan. If Kirk had followed the Botany Bay's flight path back he would have found the Sanction on its trail. Hollister hadn't revealed who had found the DY-100 and awakened her crew, but it had been recent 3-4 years at least. He apparently didn't like what he saw in the federation and went mercenary. These days he called himself a Colonel, and owned a Son'a destroyer, his payment from the Son'a when they lacked the funds to pay all their mercenaries. Hollister had replaced the Isolitic Subspace Weapon launcher, which the Son'a had pulled out before turning it over, with a missile launch tube salvaged from his DY-100. What he loaded it with was anybodies guess, while the Son'a had pulled the weapon they had left the sensor dampening casing that kept it secret. Hollister and the 26 remaining members of his US Marine/Airforce crew trained their new crew in 20th century military doctrine. Hollister still carried the weapons he brought with him on the Sanction, a model M1911A1 Colt automatic and an M4A1 assault rifle carbine. Hollister troops would prove very helpful.
Ragnos Cargo bay 26-C
Arkady approached the tech crew at the bay door. They stood and saluted.
"Sir, this door has an 'Eyes Only' seal: Captain or above, only."
Arkady stepped up to the door and inserted his rank cylinder, punched in his access code, and waited as the lock verified him. He was startled when the door shot open, but composed himself before striding through. The door shot closed immediately behind him. Arkady looked around the room. There were spotlights in the ceiling that created pools of light on display cases. In each case was a scroll or book, a holographic version floated above each. He approached one case, there was a set of controls set near the base of the clear display top. He touched a few, they manipulated the floating holo-image, turning pages, zoom function, etc. He started looking at the displays trying to find ones he could read. There were over a hundred display cases, but their contents seemed to be written in obscure or at least unbelievably ancient languages. At the center he found an open display, a pedestal. On it sat a pyramid shaped object made of a red crystalline material, with a rune etched metal casing. He stared at it for a moment, the runes seemed to shift as he watched.
"It’s a Sith holocron."
Arkady spun drawing his sidearm. The electronically modulated voice belonged to Seth.
"This is why I helped you, this is a repository of Sith artifacts the Emperor recovered from the Jedi."
"Why?"
"While I did receive some training Executors and dark side adepts were denied this. Palpatine didn't want to have any who could rival him. The Holocron can instruct me in the true ways of the Sith."
"And if anything you find can be of help to me?"
"I will share it."
Arkady nodded and turned to go. He was in the turbolift before he questioned why he'd believed Seth. His comlink chirped interrupting the train of thought.
"Yes."
"Sir, I think you should come to cargo bay 12-A."
"What is it?"
"You'll have to see it to believe it, sir."
"Alright I'm on my way."
The turbolift dropped him of a short distance away, the Junior officer who called him waiting outside it. The young man opened the door for him.
"What the kriff. Are those.."
"Clone tanks, yes sir."
"I hope to hear a lot of good things in the next 5 minutes."
"Well sir there are 100 tanks, they have built in flash training equipment so the clone learns as he grows. The next bay over has medical and tech droids to run the equipment as well as DNA templates, early Clone War era."
"So the genetic template of Jango Fett?"
"Yes, sir, and the Kaminoin modified versions."
"Modified, how?"
"'Optimized' would be a better word the 'Troopers' are the original clone template the produced. There are later pilot templates, special forces templates, and so on."
"How long till we can get everything this up and running"
"A week, maybe more. Depends on how munch reprogramming we have to do."
"Any idea on how long it will take to grow the clones?"
"The manual provided say 1 year minimum, any less and the clones are to unstable."
"Have the slicers track down how Thrawn got it down farther, we're going to need troops."
An Ensign walked over briskly.
"Sir, The Arc Scythe has acknowledged, the Admiral will be here within the day."
"Good, any of the others coming to join us?"
"Unknown sir."
ISD Renown, Kelsh cluster
Captain Pando Cryll, stared out into space. It was hell waiting, he didn't even want to come. But if it was the elusive Admiral Snow he had to try. She was one of Vader's chosen, one he had defied the Emperor and 11 of the 12 to get promoted (the 12th being Thrawn who was elsewhere). She just might be the salvation of the Empire. The council of Moffs and 'Supreme Commander' Palleon were making noises about signing a peace treaty with the New Republic.
With a flash of pseudo-motion the Arc Scythe appeared. Cryll had been at Kuat when it was being built along with the long destroyed Arc Blade.
"Receiving a transmission, holocom, sir."
A clear blue image appeared of a woman in an Admiral's uniform, she had shoulder length hair, which Cyrll knew was the almost blue-white of new fallen snow.
"Admiral."
"Captain, I'll make this brief, Palleon is on his way to signing a treaty with the rebels. I'm leaving, along with some other 'assets' that have been recently 'acquired', to rebuild the fleet. Are you coming with me or staying to watch the New Order crumble."
"Give us the coordinates and we'll be there."
"Sending now, I'll be there in a month, I have other offers to make."
Cryll saluted as the Admirals image faded. It was finally going to happen, the Empire would rise like a phoenix. He briefly wondered what these 'other assets' were, it felt like something more than just ships. Though Snow did command an Advanced Research Cruiser, she hadn't been seen since before Endor, had she found something out there?
Ragnos,
Arkady looked up from his desk as Seth breezed in.
"I found something. "
"Yes?"
"A place you can go to rebuild, a place you cannot be followed to."
That got Arkady's attention.
"Where and how."
"The holocron was older than I at first believed. It's creator ruled the Sith people after Naga Sadow vanished. They evacuated their entire civilization to a single world Sitheran. Then they constructed a Hypergate, a very special one. It allows travel to another galaxy, they built a second Hypergate in the new galaxy allowing passage both ways, it also 'fixed' the exit point. Then they moved the planet to the new galaxy."
"They moved a planet?"
"Not exactly, they moved the gate into Sitheran's orbital path and placed the second gate so it would emerge in a stable orbit around a local star. They then scoured this galaxy of as many traces of themselves as possible. The Holocron was left behind for any stragglers."
"This hypergate still exists?"
"It should, they used Mandalorian Iron for the outer surface, the device itself draws and stores solar power, it has been doing so for nearly 3500 years. If it has not been destroyed I can activate it."
"I'll inform the Admiral"
Arkady's mind whirled with the possibilities. If they had an entire galaxy to draw on to rebuild, they would overwhelm the New Republic and the squabbling council of Moffs with ease. The only danger was if there were locals of equal or greater tech levels who objected.
Thornal, New Republic Minimum Security Penal Colony
Nieb Noir blanched when a Dreadnought bearing Imperial IFFs jumped in above the Colony Administration facility. The Space station was to keep civilians from landing on the prison world. Six Lambda's jumped in and roared down to the planet. Each landed in a different area. Nieb watched through the security camera's as Stormtroopers stepped out and marched down the street shooting Security Droids that got in their way. They rounded up several prisoners, most of whom seemed overjoyed to see them. Neib got a good shot of one and put the image into the database. She came back as 'Blue' a captured Imperial scientist, her file was flagged 'Black' meaning her record was deleted for security reasons. There were a lot of those on the colony. The Lambda's took off again, the station guns let them pass under the Dreadnoughts watchful Turbolaser gunners. Then the guns fired, the station and the colony were vaporized. From his escape pod Neib watched it turn and leave. Only 4 pods had launched, the Imperials had covered their tracks. Blue was the only one he knew for sure had been taken, the rest would be a mystery.
Saitani system, edge of the Unknown Region
Captain Frank Reele, watched as the star lines receded into normal space. The officer on the mass sensor turned white before speaking to the Lt. running the left pit. The Lt. walked over to the Comscan station. After speaking to the tech there, said Lt. made her way over to him. Reele was not an imposing figure, except for his blue-grey eyes.
"Sir, we've detected an object, Comscan shows it matches the profile we were given."
"Sent a secure transmission to the Admiral, 'We've found it', nothing more."
"Yes Sir."
Reele continued to stare out of the window, for a second he thought he could see the colossal ring in space. He had never been the best Imperial, he didn't even like the Empire that much. But he had been born on a world outside the Republic, a world torn by fighting warlords. The Republic threw up its hands and did nothing. Then came the New Order, the Empire put a stop to the chaos, it brought order. Now the chaos had returned, this time to the Galaxy, they would restore order. Even if they had to bleed another galaxy dry to do it.