Empires at War (SFB vs. SW)
Posted: 2004-03-02 03:26am
I started working on this Fanfic in my spare time...please let me know if you like it and would want to see more. I figured it was time for an SFB take on the traditional ST vs. SW theme.
Thanks to all.
<<<Begin>>>
Chapter 1
Captains Log: Stardate 2285.4 Jack Mackenzie commanding USS Monitor NCC 1712. We have been out of space dock for our refit for almost a full four months, and have worked out the majority of the bugs in the new systems installed in the ship. We are scheduled to complete this sweep of the Romulan boarder and make sure the Romulans are keeping their part of the general armistice.
Captain Mackenzie folded back the recorder built into the command chair and struggled to get comfortable. The chair was new like so many of the other systems on board, and he was having trouble adjusting. No matter what the technicians at dry-dock had told him, the chair was not ergo dynamic, and it seemed to have been fighting his oversized frame since it was installed.
“The chair is a symptom, something else is bothering you”, he told himself silently.
Jack Mackenzie had replaced the captain of the Monitor half way through her 1st tour of duty during the ISC war, and the crew had not ever really accepted him. After the refit most of the crew had found a way to move on or be transferred. Jack couldn’t blame them, he had been picked to command Monitor from outside of the ship’s command structure. That had rubbed many people the wrong way. As a result Monitor’s crew was capable and trained but, they never caught “lighting in a bottle” like on a few of here sister ships. Now Monitor had a new crew, straight out of training. None of the old grudges existed, all the old wounds had been erased. Jack could prove himself.
“At least I didn’t end up like Jim Kirk!” he thought and smiled.
Jack had been there when James Kirk had been promoted to Admiral brusquely after Enterprise had returned home shortly before the war. Most of the commanders that had served with Kirk had managed to make the ceremony as a show of respect. Jim had been cheery, pleasant, spit and polished throughout. The party afterwards was more like a wake. Jack was even convinced that Jim was trying to drink himself to death that night. A week later when Spock had been promoted to Captain and given the Enterprise, good friends or not, Jim was conspicuously absent from the change of command ceremony. Kirk now spent his time micromanaging the FLEETCOM office as CFO (Chief of Fleet Operations) at Star Fleet HQ, making field commanders miserable, and acting like his time commanding Enterprise never happened.
“Sir”, Laszt the Gorn Science Officer interrupted in a rasping voice.
“Yes, Laszt. What do you have?”
“ We seem to be detecting an energy flux.”
“On screen.”
The forward view screen switched from computer projections of Monitor’s course waypoints to an artificial color map of a region of space. The map changed from black to blue on its edges and then to brighter oranges and yellows in its center.
“What are we looking at Las?”
“Sir, this seems to be a region of space that is rapidly changing energy density. As you can see there is a rapid increase in the flux of tachyons in the center of the region and …”
“The short answer Las. What is this?” technobabble made Jack’s head hurt.
The massive lizard paused and connected his thoughts before replying,” A dent in subspace Sir”.
“Is this a danger to commercial traffic?” Mackenzie asked.
“Unknown Sir. It seems to cover five square light years total. The most intense region only covers a tenth of that area.”
“Ok, whose side of the boarder is it on? Us or the Romulans?”
“Romulans Sir. About two parsecs into their side of the treaty zone.” Laszt hissed.
“Any idea what is causing it?”
“None.” The Science Officer said, cocking his head to the side like a confused puppy.
“Ok. Lets, give it the once over. Tactical, any RSE ships in the area?”
Evans, the Tactical Officer, looked back over his shoulder and almost shrugged. “Sir if the RSE are here they are rigged for silent running. We have no contacts on the board.”
“Chief of the boat - Set yellow alert”
“ Aye, Aye Sir. Set yellow alert”, Master Chief Hank Mitchell replied in a Texas drawl and then flipped a switch on a bulkhead panel. Quietly the Chief then opened a recessed locker and withdrew a sidearm, carefully noting the phaser capacitor was full.
The lighting on the bridge changed from bright to subdued with the control panels glowing in red. The ships XO Suzkari Ichiro approached the Captain from his station towards the aft of the bridge.
“Ready to go to work Sir. All decks and watches reporting ready.” The slight Japanese XO reported.
“XO, reduce to warp one. Plot us a course parallel to the treaty zone, and toward that …”, Jack paused and looked at Laszt “...dent.”
Ichiro began to bark out orders to the bridge staff, which they parroted back to confirm the command. On the view screen the ships computer avatar, a wire-frame copy of the USS Monitor, began to spin and yaw into a new orientation. In a few seconds it came to rest on its new heading, straight into the nightmarish colors of the false color sensor map. The sensor map continued to change growing in intensity and, Jack was struck by childhood memories he had of being on his father’s boat heading out from Charleston Bay into a hurricane.
“Looks like one hell of a storm.” Jack mused.
Chapter 2
Emjas Ket rushed out of his personal suite and towards the central transport hub of the Imperial Star Destroyer Dominator. He had barely enough time to secure his uniform and boots when the general quarters alarm began to sound. Stormtroopers clad in black and white armor, running to their assembly stations cleared a path for him, like a school of fish would for a barracuda.
“ What the devil is going on here!” he thought as he reached the hub and boarded a transport to the command bridge.
A junior Lieutenant sharing the lift with him looked at him for reassurance, “Are we under attack Admiral? Is it the Rebels?”
“No Lieutenant.” Ket grimaced. The new fleet officers were becoming less and less formal. He would have to institute some disciplinary actions to prevent them from addressing anyone outside of their direct chain of command.
The transport arrived at the bridge, and Ket rushed out to be greeted by the Dominator’s Captain. Betan Phi looked shaken as he approached.
“Report.”
“Sir! We have received a priority transmission from the Executor from the Endor system. They were sending out a general distress call before their transmission was cut”
“Lord Vader’s ship…” Ket trailed off.
“Yes Sir. The transmission reported heavy battle damage and was requesting assistance. They are apparently engaged with a major potion of the Alliance fleet!”
“How fast can we make it to Endor?”
“In a few hours Sir.”
“Alert the Fleet. We will leave a picket here, all capital ships and escorts are to form up and make the hyperspace jump with us.”
“Endor?” pondered Ket.
Why would the Alliance attack Endor and what was the Executor doing there? The system was not remote enough for the Alliance to be using it as a base, so the Executor and her support fleet could not have stumbled on to them. The Alliance must have had a reason for showing up, and what’s more with enough firepower to incapacitate a Super Star Destroyer. Ket was certain of only one thing, something was going terribly wrong at Endor, and he would use the 200 hundred ships under his command to stop it.
Out side the Dominator’s forward observation windows the fleet, which had been conducting a standard search for the Rebel Base began to pinwheel and line up. Ket’s fleet was not state of the art, many resources, ships and valuable equipment in recent months had been transferred off to parts unknown. However, even at its present reduced capacity the Imperial Battle Group was fearsome and the rival of anything in the galaxy. Ket was certain if they could make it to Endor he could make a difference that might forge victory from defeat.
“Admiral, the Fleet is answering, all fighters recovered and all hyperdrive engines ready.”
“Proceed when ready.”
The engines on the Dominator flared to life and the ship surged ahead into hyperspace, followed by several more Star Destroyers, and then the rest of the fleet. In moments they had disappeared towards destiny, leaving only dark void behind them.
Chapter 3
The Romulan Star Empire heavy cruiser Conqueror and her two escort Frigates lay near the boarder of Federation space wrapped their cloaks. Externally she appeared to be the same as the Klingon’s standard venerable cruiser the KD7 where it not for the flaming eagle emblazed on its upper hull. No Klingon would be so esthetic. Romulans had long ago obtained the hull design from the Klingons as part of a non-aggression pact, and since that time they had made many changes to produce the KCR. During the ISC war the KCR had proved and invaluable tool in defense of the Empire, and now in a time of peace an invaluable deterrent.
Legion-commander Audux stared at his forward view screen at the lone Federation ship, which had changed course several minutes ago, and was warily approaching the armistice zone. The cruiser was one of Star Fleets new upgrades and the warp signature did not match anything in the ship recognition database. Imperial procedures required that he gain as much information about the ship as possible. Star Fleet had cunning designs and one day the Empire would have to face them in battle and crush them. Better to know your enemy now than when you must fight him.
“Status sub-commander?” Audux demanded.
“Sir, range to target is under ten light years and closing. Plasma- S and G bays have fully primed their weapons. The power drain from the cloaking device and other systems is limiting our maximum velocity to just above warp factor 1. Additionally our cloak is blocking some of our more sophisticated sensors.”
“Have we made contact with our agent yet?”
“No Legion-commander. No other ship has come into range but the Federation cruiser.”
The sub-commander paused and added “Permission to speak?”
Audux smiled wiry, with out looking up from the display he was studying “ By all means Vultarius. Speak your mind before it explodes.”
“Legion-commander, should we not assume that our agent’s mission has been compromised? Look at the amount of energy that Federation ship is directing to active sensors! They are looking for us!”
“Explain.” Audux adopted the tone of a schoolteacher, humoring his student for stating the obvious.
“Star Fleet should not be in this area. There are no strategic goals, or resources within a three-parsec radius. If they have not captured our agent why would they be so interested in this region? Surely, Legion-commander this is not a coincidence.”
“And your evaluation Vultarius?”
“We should withdraw at once and make a full report of the incident…”
Audux cut the Sub-commander off with a wave of his hand. “No Vultarius. The Federation ship is unaware of our presence. Their senor sweeps are far too localized to be looking for a ship under cloak. The question is, what are they looking for.”
Just then the Federation ship changed course and began to run parallel to the treaty line. The sensor sweeps emitting from the vessel however, to be focused on the direction as before.
“You see Vultarius. Doubtless their sensors are picking up something that we cannot see under the cloaking field. They have found something worth looking at. It would behoove us not to do so ourselves. We must move closer…yes. Contact the Sestus, Cariux and tell them to proceed with the mission as planned. They are more than sufficient for the task.”
“ Sir what of violating the treaty zone? If we intercept them and they detect us…”
“Plot a course in the direction that Federation ship is scanning and press forward at warp one. Do so now under my command.” Ready to be rid of Vultarius’ irritation, Audux raised his hand, palm open in salute to complete the formal issuance of his orders.
“At your command Legion.” Vultarius said snapping to attention.
“By your command Legion!” and with that the Sub-commander turned to the bridge crew and began briskly issuing his own commands.
The RSE Conqueror broke formation with its escorts and stealthily transitioned to warp.
Chapter 4
An X-wing on fire slammed into the engine module of a damaged light cruiser. The resulting shock began a chain reaction that ripped the cruiser in two as Admiral Ket watched in shock. “I will loose this battle if I stay!” he screamed silently to himself.
The Dominator and her escorts had dropped out of Hyperspace in the Endor system into complete chaos. Both Alliance and Imperial ships were engaged in wild duels. Unlike past engagements were the Imperial Navy had routed the Alliance, this time the Imperial formations were being picked apart. One by one the Star Destroyers that were mobile began to abandon their escorts. The lighter ships were now exposed to the full firepower of the better-organized Alliance capital ships. The slaughter added to the already massive debris field that had begun to settle into orbit around the tranquil blue planet of Endor.
“Sir Tie groups 7, 8 and 14 are not reporting in…we are estimating 100% loss for those groups” reported the flight Commander.
Ket stood ramrod straight, with his hand clasped tightly behind his back. “Madness, this is utter madness! I don’t care about the Ties Commander! Tactical give me a holo!”
A 3-D picture of the battle was projected from an inset circle on the floor. More than half of Ket’s fleet had been cut off or disabled. Large groups of Alliance ships arranged in walls had begun to section off his forces, enclosing them like coffins. As he watched his own detachment lead by the Dominator, was being encircled.
A Mon Calamari cruiser, leading one of the wall formations bracketed the Dominator with a full salvo and found her range. The mighty ship rocked, and the forlorn shriek of tearing metal echoed through the air. The heavy Turbo laser shots had penetrated the Star Destroyer’s shields. “Return Fire, Port Batteries!” Ket screamed.
“Two port side main guns not reporting Admiral…all others returning fire!” Captain Phi thundered.
Outside the bridge window lit up with a massive yellow-green glow, forcing more than one of the bridge crew to shield their eyes. The Dominator’s remaining Heavy Turbo laser cannons discharged and found their mark on the Alliance ship.
“Transmission coming in Captain Phi, from the enemy ship!” A junior communications officer shouted excitedly.
“Rebel Scum!”
“Don’t be to hastily Betan…put them through.” Replied Ket.
“…Imperial Star Destroyer Domin…This is Admiral Ackb…Stand down. We wish to discuss terms of…”
“Rebel Commander, this is Admiral Ket. There is no need to discuss terms, as we do not has the facilities to take you all prisoner at this moment”
“…Don’t be a fool Ket…the Dea…is…the Emperor is dead! The Alliance has won!”
The bridge became so quite with these words that to many breathing sounded like thunder.
Beat red and eyes bulging Captain Phi whirled to the tactical station. “Lies! All Lies! Tactical wipe that ship from the sky!” shouted the enraged Captain.
<<<End for Now>>
Thanks to all.
<<<Begin>>>
Chapter 1
Captains Log: Stardate 2285.4 Jack Mackenzie commanding USS Monitor NCC 1712. We have been out of space dock for our refit for almost a full four months, and have worked out the majority of the bugs in the new systems installed in the ship. We are scheduled to complete this sweep of the Romulan boarder and make sure the Romulans are keeping their part of the general armistice.
Captain Mackenzie folded back the recorder built into the command chair and struggled to get comfortable. The chair was new like so many of the other systems on board, and he was having trouble adjusting. No matter what the technicians at dry-dock had told him, the chair was not ergo dynamic, and it seemed to have been fighting his oversized frame since it was installed.
“The chair is a symptom, something else is bothering you”, he told himself silently.
Jack Mackenzie had replaced the captain of the Monitor half way through her 1st tour of duty during the ISC war, and the crew had not ever really accepted him. After the refit most of the crew had found a way to move on or be transferred. Jack couldn’t blame them, he had been picked to command Monitor from outside of the ship’s command structure. That had rubbed many people the wrong way. As a result Monitor’s crew was capable and trained but, they never caught “lighting in a bottle” like on a few of here sister ships. Now Monitor had a new crew, straight out of training. None of the old grudges existed, all the old wounds had been erased. Jack could prove himself.
“At least I didn’t end up like Jim Kirk!” he thought and smiled.
Jack had been there when James Kirk had been promoted to Admiral brusquely after Enterprise had returned home shortly before the war. Most of the commanders that had served with Kirk had managed to make the ceremony as a show of respect. Jim had been cheery, pleasant, spit and polished throughout. The party afterwards was more like a wake. Jack was even convinced that Jim was trying to drink himself to death that night. A week later when Spock had been promoted to Captain and given the Enterprise, good friends or not, Jim was conspicuously absent from the change of command ceremony. Kirk now spent his time micromanaging the FLEETCOM office as CFO (Chief of Fleet Operations) at Star Fleet HQ, making field commanders miserable, and acting like his time commanding Enterprise never happened.
“Sir”, Laszt the Gorn Science Officer interrupted in a rasping voice.
“Yes, Laszt. What do you have?”
“ We seem to be detecting an energy flux.”
“On screen.”
The forward view screen switched from computer projections of Monitor’s course waypoints to an artificial color map of a region of space. The map changed from black to blue on its edges and then to brighter oranges and yellows in its center.
“What are we looking at Las?”
“Sir, this seems to be a region of space that is rapidly changing energy density. As you can see there is a rapid increase in the flux of tachyons in the center of the region and …”
“The short answer Las. What is this?” technobabble made Jack’s head hurt.
The massive lizard paused and connected his thoughts before replying,” A dent in subspace Sir”.
“Is this a danger to commercial traffic?” Mackenzie asked.
“Unknown Sir. It seems to cover five square light years total. The most intense region only covers a tenth of that area.”
“Ok, whose side of the boarder is it on? Us or the Romulans?”
“Romulans Sir. About two parsecs into their side of the treaty zone.” Laszt hissed.
“Any idea what is causing it?”
“None.” The Science Officer said, cocking his head to the side like a confused puppy.
“Ok. Lets, give it the once over. Tactical, any RSE ships in the area?”
Evans, the Tactical Officer, looked back over his shoulder and almost shrugged. “Sir if the RSE are here they are rigged for silent running. We have no contacts on the board.”
“Chief of the boat - Set yellow alert”
“ Aye, Aye Sir. Set yellow alert”, Master Chief Hank Mitchell replied in a Texas drawl and then flipped a switch on a bulkhead panel. Quietly the Chief then opened a recessed locker and withdrew a sidearm, carefully noting the phaser capacitor was full.
The lighting on the bridge changed from bright to subdued with the control panels glowing in red. The ships XO Suzkari Ichiro approached the Captain from his station towards the aft of the bridge.
“Ready to go to work Sir. All decks and watches reporting ready.” The slight Japanese XO reported.
“XO, reduce to warp one. Plot us a course parallel to the treaty zone, and toward that …”, Jack paused and looked at Laszt “...dent.”
Ichiro began to bark out orders to the bridge staff, which they parroted back to confirm the command. On the view screen the ships computer avatar, a wire-frame copy of the USS Monitor, began to spin and yaw into a new orientation. In a few seconds it came to rest on its new heading, straight into the nightmarish colors of the false color sensor map. The sensor map continued to change growing in intensity and, Jack was struck by childhood memories he had of being on his father’s boat heading out from Charleston Bay into a hurricane.
“Looks like one hell of a storm.” Jack mused.
Chapter 2
Emjas Ket rushed out of his personal suite and towards the central transport hub of the Imperial Star Destroyer Dominator. He had barely enough time to secure his uniform and boots when the general quarters alarm began to sound. Stormtroopers clad in black and white armor, running to their assembly stations cleared a path for him, like a school of fish would for a barracuda.
“ What the devil is going on here!” he thought as he reached the hub and boarded a transport to the command bridge.
A junior Lieutenant sharing the lift with him looked at him for reassurance, “Are we under attack Admiral? Is it the Rebels?”
“No Lieutenant.” Ket grimaced. The new fleet officers were becoming less and less formal. He would have to institute some disciplinary actions to prevent them from addressing anyone outside of their direct chain of command.
The transport arrived at the bridge, and Ket rushed out to be greeted by the Dominator’s Captain. Betan Phi looked shaken as he approached.
“Report.”
“Sir! We have received a priority transmission from the Executor from the Endor system. They were sending out a general distress call before their transmission was cut”
“Lord Vader’s ship…” Ket trailed off.
“Yes Sir. The transmission reported heavy battle damage and was requesting assistance. They are apparently engaged with a major potion of the Alliance fleet!”
“How fast can we make it to Endor?”
“In a few hours Sir.”
“Alert the Fleet. We will leave a picket here, all capital ships and escorts are to form up and make the hyperspace jump with us.”
“Endor?” pondered Ket.
Why would the Alliance attack Endor and what was the Executor doing there? The system was not remote enough for the Alliance to be using it as a base, so the Executor and her support fleet could not have stumbled on to them. The Alliance must have had a reason for showing up, and what’s more with enough firepower to incapacitate a Super Star Destroyer. Ket was certain of only one thing, something was going terribly wrong at Endor, and he would use the 200 hundred ships under his command to stop it.
Out side the Dominator’s forward observation windows the fleet, which had been conducting a standard search for the Rebel Base began to pinwheel and line up. Ket’s fleet was not state of the art, many resources, ships and valuable equipment in recent months had been transferred off to parts unknown. However, even at its present reduced capacity the Imperial Battle Group was fearsome and the rival of anything in the galaxy. Ket was certain if they could make it to Endor he could make a difference that might forge victory from defeat.
“Admiral, the Fleet is answering, all fighters recovered and all hyperdrive engines ready.”
“Proceed when ready.”
The engines on the Dominator flared to life and the ship surged ahead into hyperspace, followed by several more Star Destroyers, and then the rest of the fleet. In moments they had disappeared towards destiny, leaving only dark void behind them.
Chapter 3
The Romulan Star Empire heavy cruiser Conqueror and her two escort Frigates lay near the boarder of Federation space wrapped their cloaks. Externally she appeared to be the same as the Klingon’s standard venerable cruiser the KD7 where it not for the flaming eagle emblazed on its upper hull. No Klingon would be so esthetic. Romulans had long ago obtained the hull design from the Klingons as part of a non-aggression pact, and since that time they had made many changes to produce the KCR. During the ISC war the KCR had proved and invaluable tool in defense of the Empire, and now in a time of peace an invaluable deterrent.
Legion-commander Audux stared at his forward view screen at the lone Federation ship, which had changed course several minutes ago, and was warily approaching the armistice zone. The cruiser was one of Star Fleets new upgrades and the warp signature did not match anything in the ship recognition database. Imperial procedures required that he gain as much information about the ship as possible. Star Fleet had cunning designs and one day the Empire would have to face them in battle and crush them. Better to know your enemy now than when you must fight him.
“Status sub-commander?” Audux demanded.
“Sir, range to target is under ten light years and closing. Plasma- S and G bays have fully primed their weapons. The power drain from the cloaking device and other systems is limiting our maximum velocity to just above warp factor 1. Additionally our cloak is blocking some of our more sophisticated sensors.”
“Have we made contact with our agent yet?”
“No Legion-commander. No other ship has come into range but the Federation cruiser.”
The sub-commander paused and added “Permission to speak?”
Audux smiled wiry, with out looking up from the display he was studying “ By all means Vultarius. Speak your mind before it explodes.”
“Legion-commander, should we not assume that our agent’s mission has been compromised? Look at the amount of energy that Federation ship is directing to active sensors! They are looking for us!”
“Explain.” Audux adopted the tone of a schoolteacher, humoring his student for stating the obvious.
“Star Fleet should not be in this area. There are no strategic goals, or resources within a three-parsec radius. If they have not captured our agent why would they be so interested in this region? Surely, Legion-commander this is not a coincidence.”
“And your evaluation Vultarius?”
“We should withdraw at once and make a full report of the incident…”
Audux cut the Sub-commander off with a wave of his hand. “No Vultarius. The Federation ship is unaware of our presence. Their senor sweeps are far too localized to be looking for a ship under cloak. The question is, what are they looking for.”
Just then the Federation ship changed course and began to run parallel to the treaty line. The sensor sweeps emitting from the vessel however, to be focused on the direction as before.
“You see Vultarius. Doubtless their sensors are picking up something that we cannot see under the cloaking field. They have found something worth looking at. It would behoove us not to do so ourselves. We must move closer…yes. Contact the Sestus, Cariux and tell them to proceed with the mission as planned. They are more than sufficient for the task.”
“ Sir what of violating the treaty zone? If we intercept them and they detect us…”
“Plot a course in the direction that Federation ship is scanning and press forward at warp one. Do so now under my command.” Ready to be rid of Vultarius’ irritation, Audux raised his hand, palm open in salute to complete the formal issuance of his orders.
“At your command Legion.” Vultarius said snapping to attention.
“By your command Legion!” and with that the Sub-commander turned to the bridge crew and began briskly issuing his own commands.
The RSE Conqueror broke formation with its escorts and stealthily transitioned to warp.
Chapter 4
An X-wing on fire slammed into the engine module of a damaged light cruiser. The resulting shock began a chain reaction that ripped the cruiser in two as Admiral Ket watched in shock. “I will loose this battle if I stay!” he screamed silently to himself.
The Dominator and her escorts had dropped out of Hyperspace in the Endor system into complete chaos. Both Alliance and Imperial ships were engaged in wild duels. Unlike past engagements were the Imperial Navy had routed the Alliance, this time the Imperial formations were being picked apart. One by one the Star Destroyers that were mobile began to abandon their escorts. The lighter ships were now exposed to the full firepower of the better-organized Alliance capital ships. The slaughter added to the already massive debris field that had begun to settle into orbit around the tranquil blue planet of Endor.
“Sir Tie groups 7, 8 and 14 are not reporting in…we are estimating 100% loss for those groups” reported the flight Commander.
Ket stood ramrod straight, with his hand clasped tightly behind his back. “Madness, this is utter madness! I don’t care about the Ties Commander! Tactical give me a holo!”
A 3-D picture of the battle was projected from an inset circle on the floor. More than half of Ket’s fleet had been cut off or disabled. Large groups of Alliance ships arranged in walls had begun to section off his forces, enclosing them like coffins. As he watched his own detachment lead by the Dominator, was being encircled.
A Mon Calamari cruiser, leading one of the wall formations bracketed the Dominator with a full salvo and found her range. The mighty ship rocked, and the forlorn shriek of tearing metal echoed through the air. The heavy Turbo laser shots had penetrated the Star Destroyer’s shields. “Return Fire, Port Batteries!” Ket screamed.
“Two port side main guns not reporting Admiral…all others returning fire!” Captain Phi thundered.
Outside the bridge window lit up with a massive yellow-green glow, forcing more than one of the bridge crew to shield their eyes. The Dominator’s remaining Heavy Turbo laser cannons discharged and found their mark on the Alliance ship.
“Transmission coming in Captain Phi, from the enemy ship!” A junior communications officer shouted excitedly.
“Rebel Scum!”
“Don’t be to hastily Betan…put them through.” Replied Ket.
“…Imperial Star Destroyer Domin…This is Admiral Ackb…Stand down. We wish to discuss terms of…”
“Rebel Commander, this is Admiral Ket. There is no need to discuss terms, as we do not has the facilities to take you all prisoner at this moment”
“…Don’t be a fool Ket…the Dea…is…the Emperor is dead! The Alliance has won!”
The bridge became so quite with these words that to many breathing sounded like thunder.
Beat red and eyes bulging Captain Phi whirled to the tactical station. “Lies! All Lies! Tactical wipe that ship from the sky!” shouted the enraged Captain.
<<<End for Now>>