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The last orders of Captain Kai...
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The blue hyperspace tunnel surrounding Lieutenant Klavine's A-Wing washed his control panels in a light blue hue. He had been familiar with seeing the blue streaking light since he started piloting. He often thought during these quiet moments about after the civil war was over, how he would return to his mother and explain what he had done and if his father would even stand to look at him or turn on him for being a traitor. Those bothering thoughts were often washed away like mud in a river when he entered hyperspace. Away from the politics of it all, he sat alone in the cockpit of his A-Wing awaiting the tunnel to dissipate and the blackness of space dotted with the stars of a tens of thousands of systems full his view.
Klavine looked at his nav-computer he should be leaving hyperspace in a few minutes. He expected to see the Rebel fleet mopping up the imperial ships that stayed to fight it out and either scrapping them or capturing them. What he had seen that day will never be forgotten. The second huge Death Star exploding over Endor and the word that the Emperor and Vader were both on it when it did meant the Empire's days were numbered. Soon he wouldn't have to worry about the politics of it as he would be on the victors side. Then it didn't matter what his father would think as he would have the proof to show him he chose right.
Suddenly a huge lurch shook Klavine's ship as the blue hyperspace tunnel was torn away and his A-Wing swiveled to starboard. The starfields in front of him spun lateral as his ship seemed to be grabbed pulled. To his horror Klavine saw the stars turning sideways suddenly blocked by the huge arrow shaped vessel in front of him. The imperial vessel aligned with large spherical domes on its sides was instantly recognizable. The imperial ship's tracking beams slowly pulled him ever closer from far below it's underbelly towards its main landing bay. Klavine took a half second to realize what was going on before he said audibly “Stang a dragship! Why is it here?!” He furiously started punching up communications channels to try and reach any Alliance friendlies listening “This is Lt. Klavine of Rebel gold group to any within this transmission I'm being captured by an Imperial Interdictor Cruiser at coordinates 851---” But halfway through his distress call a loud “Zzzzzt” came from the com-channel then a loud hissing wail of interference.
Klavine held his ears to his helmet as loud whine burst though his comm channel jamming his transmission. He gritted his teeth as he reach for his fire control and checked his laser batteries seeing they read over half charged. A millisecond later Klavine grabbed his control yoke and flipped off his safety as he started to open up his pair of cannon's the A-Wing was equipped with. He pulled the trigger and watched a the cannons start a pair of yellow green blasts at the massive imperial vessel. Then a second later both cannon's reported power failure, no longer able to fire as power banks were drained. Klavine's face reflected the horror coming over his fire control's data report. “Impossible! It read over half!” Klavine yelled to himself.
As the words escaped his mouth the side of the interdictor cruiser fired blue white shots from an ion cannon hitting his small fighters hull shutting down almost all systems. A moment later a female human's voice crackled through his helmet's comm-link as a forced transmission came in. “This is Commander Faraday of the Imperial Naval vessel Slipstream. You will stand down any further aggressive acts and prepare to be seized and taken prisoner.” The woman's voice sounded very annoyed as the transmission broke off. Klavine looked down at his left hip. He still had a side arm a DL-44 to fight with. Less then a second later he realized with his ship disabled he wasn't going to fight off an entire imperial naval crew. He sat back in his grav couch thinking of how silly it had been to think to try it as the small fighter was enveloped by the massive ship's main cargo hangar. The darkness of Klavine's A-wing cabin was soon washed with the glow of imperial scaffolding lighting and spot lights as he and his ship was locked into place. He unbuckled his blaster from his hip and held it in front of him with a regretful look on his face as he checked it's power pack for use. “Guess, this is it...” He mumbled to himself as the sounds of imperial crewman started moving an adjustable catwalk next to his A-wings cockpit.
Deep in the bowels of crashed Star Destroyer Kumo Lieutenant Sylvon cursed under her breath. She had been traversing the ship with her pair of stormtrooper escorts for hours before reaching their destination, a large bent framed door. She had been the only one small enough to squeeze through the small opening it had near the bottom and now after a few minutes of work using her comm-link's power supply to re-route into the door's system she was almost able to open it. As she sat cross legged on the deck of the darkened room she wondered how the Captain was faring with the rest of the survivors. It was getting later in the day and she knew she was against the clock. The captain wasn't one to wait for a sole crew officer even her. Sylvon clicked her teeth a moment at the thought and sighed before continuing to tinker with the door controls.
Sylvon was in thought a microphone filtered voice called out from the outside of the door. “How goes it?” Crackled the male voice of the Stormtrooper captain said. Sylvon arched one of her eyebrows as she replied back still working on the door control circuits “Almost done it'd be easier if I had one of those headlamps.”. The other stormtrooper's voice spoke with his skull shaped helmets speakered sound “It wouldn't be able to be slid through.”
Lieutenant Sylvon smirked at that response, knowing full well how terrible the appearance these two were trying to keep up was, knowing it was torn into pieces hours ago. She knew she'd be done playing that game in just a moment as she finished splicing the lines together but halted before touching it to her comm-links power circuit. Instead she quietly took out her blaster and adjusted it's settings. After finishing she called out to the pair of stormtroopers on the other side. “I've got it! It may need help being forced when it slides up. I'll tell you when I activate it!” Slyvon yelled from her side of the door. From outside the door one of the stormtrooper's voices crackled in acknowledgment “Sounds good.” Sylvon took the wire from the door controls in between two fingers hovering it over the comm-link power supply in the palm of the same hand. In her other hand her blaster was held upright. “Activating now!” She yelled.
Sylvon took the wire from the door control with two fingers and pulled it to her palm the crack from the power supply being routed into the controls popped and a millisecond later the large door started to raise but it stuttered half way due to the damage. She saw a pair of thick rubber gloved hands reach under the bottom of the door and start to lift it pulling it up high enough to get to waist level before the creaking of the metal started to screech as the damaged section of the door jammed itself in it's location halfway up.
The screeching halted, before the pair of stormtroopers leaned down to go under the now half open door. As the pair came through and stood upright in the darkened room they tracked back and forth with their headlamps shinning illumination on the area but saw no sign of Lieutenant Sylvon. Just the remnants of her small comm-link on the deck and a wire running from the door. The stormtrooper captain knelt down on one knee investigating the circuit and wiring Sylvon had been tinkering with. A second later the stormtrooper Lieutenant's voice cracked through his helmet. “Where is she?” he said before continuing with “Where in the world are we? This isn't where she was leading us.”
The words made the first kneeling stormtrooper turn his headlamp up and shown light on an area with dead monitors built into the wall and beds lined up alongside. Inert droids were frozen next to the walls and beds as if servicing ghosts laying in them. As the stormtrooper captain turned his headlamp to the side he saw containers of different sizes filling the opposite side of the the room adjacent to the beds. A second later the stormtrooper lieutenant turned his lamp towards the beds that the captain had been focusing on “What the?”. “Look out!” shouted the stormtrooper captain.
The stormtrooper captain shouted as a large arc of blue energy engulfed him sending him forward to the floor. The other stormtrooper immediately opened fire into the darkness of the room. A moment later another arc of blue energy hit him from behind sending him falling forward into one of the containers knocking it over spilling out the packets and supplies inside.
Lieutenant Sylvon crawled into the room from behind the pair of unconscious stormtroopers from under the same door they came in through. She had hidden in the shadows until they looked into the room and realized it wasn't the armory, using the distraction to slip behind them. She pulled the pair of men to the beds and started strapping them down as they moaned in their unconscious state. Sylvon gleamed at herself as she whispered in the darkness. “About time to end this charade.” she mumbled to herself.
The sun had set when the work crews finished cleaning out and repairing the tie fighters of Moon squadron that had sank in the sands of Rally Point Alpha. The maintenance techs had rigged up makeshift girders from parts of other craft and supplies found in the shuttles to keep the ties from re-sinking. The total was two ties from Moon squadron and four from Stryfe Squadron. The pilots were five of the six that had their ties being repaired the sixth would take Onyx Lead's slot back to Captain Kai's position.
Lieutenant Vanders sat on a supply crate in the room as he looked over the other five pilots with him. All six of them were sitting on crates or supply containers or in one case standing in front of a darkened holoscreen. They had been ordered to assemble in the Titan dropship's crew prepping area which had now been commandeered by Major Gridon as a command vessel. The other five men were older then he all in their mid to late thirties. He wondered if the other pilots thought him too young and inexperienced to be leading them at this time. Commander Cliner had been killed the day before at Endor so he had yet to even lead his own squadron. Let alone men who didn't know him. The thought sat in Vanders mind until the holo-display lit up in front of the half dozen men and Major Gridon walked into the makeshift area.
The six men shot up from their seats and stood at attention until the Major gave them a wave to sit back down. As they did he turned his back to them and pointed at the screen in front of them.
“Gentlemen, you've been assigned to a search and destroy mission. Recon intelligence has the Rebel ship position here at mark 428.08 on your maps. They were light on fighters as most of their flights were being used on the attack on the Emperors' space station. We expect little to no resistance. Intelligence has the Rebel ship stranded and without power so anti aircraft weapons and standard ship combat tubro lasers should be inoperable. Their may be light ground fire from the survivors but expect it to be light as well. The mission will take place from a high altitude orbit back down into the night side of the planet. The Rebel ship crashed in a semi wooded area near a mountain range as we understand it so their ability to detect attack prior to your engaging will be minimal.”
The Major took a finger and traced a finger over the planets surface up above it and almost a straight drop down into the planets atmosphere on the red circle marking the Rebel ships crash site. Gridon then turned towards the half dozen pilots. “Questions?” He asked. One of the older men in his early to mid forties in the front near the hologram raised a hand. “Yes, Commander Lodd?” Gridon barked. Commander Lodd sat meekly as he asked his question. “Sir, you think a half dozen fighters can finish off the Rebel survivors?” Gridon gave Lodd a half frown as he replied back “The point Commander, isn't to finish them off. The point is to find their position and exact as much damage to them as possible and if their destruction is possible to inflict that amount of necessary damage to them. If after exhausting your laser's power banks on the remnants of the Rebel ship and it has yet to be destroyed or their personnel disbursed or killed then return home for refuel and rearm.”
Commander Lodd simply nodded in agreement at the answer he was given. Lieutenant Vanders thought the plan was very lacking in details and like so many plans Commander Cliner complained about it was more about what the superiors ego could afford to lose rather then the lives the pilots could. Gridon turned from Lodd's direction to face the other five pilots “Any others?” Gridon said giving a slight pause after “Good. Now to your ships. Vander you'll be taking Lead as Banshee One.” The rest are re-designated Banshee for this op. Remember your call signs back to base and Rally point Alpha's callsign is Big Rock.” Gridon finished then turned to the door and walked out of the prepping area heading back into the corridor's of the Titan vessel.
On the bridge of the Riptide Captain Barrax overlooked the dismantling of the bridge's displays and supplies while keeping a skeleton crew available for tactical use. The cannibalizing of Riptide had gone much more smoothly then expected except for the slow drain on the fuel from the planets unique gravity. Barrax looked over the few readouts still coming across his tactical display “Estimated time?” He called over to Lieutenant Tarris “He should be arriving back at Endor within the next half hour sir.” Tarris replied from his station. A second later Specialist Dreisha chimed towards the Captain “Sir, the maintenance crews have readied a command station inside one of the larger caves with heavy moisture.” Barrax turned towards her “Good, lets set up the med crews for the wounded there as well.” Dreisha started to relay the information into her console when Tarris spoke up “Sir I'm getting a message coming in on the secure channel.” Barrix turned back to Tarris and nodded “To my display.” A moment later audio and graphs flashed across the small display in front of Barrax, as he sat and reviewed the information a few moments later he turned off his display then turned towards Dreisha “Estimated time for SPEAR to reach target destination?” Dreisha punched up SPEARS information at her console “Any minute now Captain.” Barrix gave a slight smile to his wide calamari mouth “Good, I need to confirm SPEARS information to what I've received. If it checks out we may have more work then we thought we did.” Dreisha gave a puzzled nod and replied back “Yes... sir.” She knew the secured channel wouldn't reach Alliance ships so it had to be someone here on this planet. Her thought was interrupted by Barrix giving her and Tarris new commands “Now lets get ourselves moving and quickly to the caves.”
5 kilometers above the planet's surface a small A-Wing fighter flies quietly through the night clouds. Lieutenant Aerrel Tritan readied her recon scans for the star destroyer's crash site. Aerrel was in her early thirties and a veteran pilot of the Alliance. As the scopes started to relay information back to her display it gave her readouts similar to what she expected. The scans came back with a huge gouge torn into the grasslands leading to the sea and the Star Destroyer was half sunken in the water of the coastal inlet. She gave a relieved sigh “Ah, there she lay. Dead as a rock.” She said as she swung the A-wing into a half curving turn to better reconnoiter the site.
The Lieutenant's words were very accurate the scopes shown the planet's moonlit ocean slowly pulling out the tide and a large dark area where a huge arrow headed obstruction now obstructed the ocean currents around it. The display swapped from night vision to a thermal scan and the dark arrow headed Imperial ship started to dot with signs of heat inside of it. Some of them slowly moving others stationary. “Hmmm seems there were a few survivors on her. I wonder if any got... out...” She trailed the sentence in her mind as the thermal scan swapped to a retro thermo active scan showing heat remnants of anything moving recently that had stirred the air with enough heat to augment the environment. Normally these thermal trails were much fainter then the true thermal scans so whoever watched them had to look hard to make them out, however what jumped out to the Lieutenant was something even a novice scan tech could make out. The upper hanger of the Star Destroyer had a large thick defined stream of heat that had recently came from it some of it dotted like personnel other parts huge and bulky like equipment or craft. She thought to herself a moment slightly baffled by the readouts “What in the skies, how many did they get off that rig? How in the Force did...” That's when she saw the heat signature trail of a huge column moving north along the coastline. Like the star destroyers upper hanger it had small dots for human signatures but huge bulky streaks for craft, some shorter to the ground others large and tall nearing twenty-three meters. This surprised Aerrel audibly said “They got tons off of it.” A second later she turned to her consoles and started marking data and murmured “The Riptide needs to know.”
Tritan pulled her fighter back high into the clouds and started north along the coastline. Her mind raced with questions about the imperial ship's crew. Where were they now and why would they mobilize so much of their equipment and craft away from their ship. “Did they think we'd try and finish them off?” She thought to herself. Her ships alarms sounded as her long range scanners indicated a massive collection of life forms in the area north of her along the coastline. Tritan pulled her A-Wing higher into the cloud cover to avoid any ground sentries or surveillance that may detect her. Tritan checked her scopes below and saw a large encampment of temporary shelters and make shift tents. The encampment could hold thousands of survivors. Fires dotted the large collection of shelters like hot embers on a smoldering piece of wood. She moved her A-Wing slightly closer to view but couldn't see much of any craft or land equipment. She knew from her previous scans that some of it had made it off the Star Destroyer. She wondered if they had been moved to a different location “They're up to something.” Tritan said aloud. She decided to make sure in case the imperials were moving it against the Riptide's position. Tritan checked her fuel gauges and she seemed to have plenty to do searching and report back. She calculated the best course would be to continue heading north along the coastline. She swung her A-Wing adjacent from the coast line and further out to sea so she could take better observational scans. Her suspicions paid off as few minutes later as her scopes lit up with the signals from imperial hardware moving north. Three AT-AT's four AT-ST's four troop transports and at least a dozen or so smaller craft like speeders and light chariots moving troops north. Then the center of the column of material caught her eye.
“Hmmm, protecting the fighters?” Tritan thought as she touched her screen where the scan had showed a concentrated amount of tie fighters and bombers on portable hangar racks moving at the center of the column she observed over twenty of them. The portable hanger racks reminded her of a mini track wheeled siege machine with a rack with a pair of hangars on top for a Tie fighter to park in. The ties on the racks were able to be moved long distances without having to fly or be powered up and with no home ship in the area for them to return to she understood why they would be needed. She tried to assess the situation in her head “But why so far north?” it puzzled her why they had decided to move their collection point so far from their crash site.
Tritan's question almost answered itself as she heard her scopes signal a large concentration of life forms and material to the northwest. She swung her A-Wing down far beyond the column of imperial hardware trudging along the coastline to find small sandy peninsula on the northwestern edge of the coast. Her scopes illuminated the read outs of massive machinery and tech hardware. She recognized most of it as imperial shuttles and spacecraft. The semi circle of equipment curved away from the grasslands and coast more into the sandy peninsula. At the farthest point of the curve inward a large pyramid shaped ship sat away from the rest. She thought it looked as though the imps were setting up for something but she was puzzled as to what. At this point Tritan looked at her fuel gauge and decided she had scouted enough, she turned her A-Wing to the east and started at best possible speed back to the Riptide. She was just breaking away from the peninsula when she noticed a half dozen signatures moving skyward. She banked her A-Wing to get a better read on the signatures and saw a half dozen Tie Fighters moving up from the semi circle of equipment. She gave a frustrated huff “Just what I didn't need tonight.” She thought. Tritant pulled back hard on her control yoke banking the A-Wing easterly and hitting the acceleration. She half expected to be taking fire from the lead Tie by now she checked her scopes and what she saw made her do a double take. She turned herself around in her cockpit to verify what her sensors were saying was correct. The half dozen ties in fact launched for orbit. Far beyond the cloud cover she had so recently used they were moving into orbit and east. She gave a small smirk across her lips realizing the reason for the tie launches were not in response to her fighter “Hmmm seems we're not the only ones interested in the other.”
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The last orders of Captain Kai...
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