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posted October 16, 2000 01:20 PM
  
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Something in the back of Majere's mind kept nagging at him though. To this day he still did not know who was causing the VE these problems. Surely they knew that the VE would be at its strongest right now, but mad lunatics often acted out of blind aggresion rather than a calm mind. "The force is with us today," thought Majere. Finally a very familiar voice spoke, "Comm, order the hyperspace in 5 minutes. Send the order to Sting Elite Squadron to hyper out in 6 minutes once everyone is gone. Send the order to Transport 54890 that they are to hyper out immediately once all of the capitol ships have left. If any of the capitol ships fail to hyper out they are to remain and perform any necessary repairs. Sting Elite Squadron will also remain. They will be the very last VE ship to leave Lorn Space." commanded Moff Threeof4. Majere turned around and smiled at his friend. Most of the High Council was on the Mustang, with the exception of Admiral Atrus who was currently on the Devastator. The Devastator was currently escorting the first wave of ships to Bastion. High General Crysus was also vacant since he is currently with the Navy's Second Flotilla with the middle wave that contains most of the VE civilians and supplies. Wildcard Elite Platoon was also with this wave to better protect the VE's most valuable assets, the civilians. They were under strict orders to protect the civilians at all costs. So far both waves were gone and no problems were occuring. Still...Majere had a feeling that something was going to go wrong. Something always goes wrong. ............... "Okay guys, this should be a very boring trip for all of us. Just keep your mouths shut and your eyes open until we hyper out of here. We are leaving in 6 minutes starting....now." commanded Lieutenant Vaddocx. ............. Lieutenant TJ walked in the room directly for his currently on guard stormtroopers. "How are the scientists?" "They are all studying sir. Everything is calm. That scientist by the name of Cavell is being a pain in the *** . He seems to break or loose everything he comes in contact with. How is it that he has kept his job all this time? I heard he was the one that released that virus last year to the schoolchildren at Lorn Secondary school." said Private Wookie with an obvious annoyed tone to his voice. Lieutenant TJ just shrugged and walked to the next station. His gut feeling told him that something bad was going to happen. He just didn't know what or when it would happen. He was determined that whatever would come, that it would be solved easily. Edited by Eagleye at: 8/30/00 2:39:50 pm Athran woke up from a light sleep in a transport shuttle by an alert message saying that the VE was officially withdrawing from the area. �Looks like the fleet just hyper spaced out.� Athran said to himself. �Looks like I�ll have to find another way back, after I figure out who is behind the attempts to hamper the withdrawal of the Vast Empire from this area.� �I hope they have a smooth ride to, Bastion.� Athran said with a smile on his face. Athran walked out of the transport shuttle and saw nothing but a bunch of broken down buildings and fires. �Looks like they really did strip this area of all technology,� said Athran with an astonished look on his face. Athran went back down inside the transport and sat down to meditate. He didn�t feel the usual force aura that he did when this planet was bustling with life. He went into a deep meditation and stayed that way for about 12 hours until a slight rumbling awakened him. He got up and saw nothing but the same thing he saw earlier. He checked the scanners on the transport and saw that there was a small fleet hovering over Lorn 4 bombing what they thought were still remains of the Vast Empire. He decided to lift off and see if he could get a positive identification of the small fleet that was hovering over the once glorified Lorn 4. As he got closer and closer to the fleet he started to feel the dark side of the force, which puzzled him, because he figured it would just be the Rebels moving back into the territory the Vast Empire originally took from them. He got close enough to the fleet to get a positive identification of the ships. He got his result and immediately set his engines to full, to get to the Mustang as soon as he could. He set the ship on autopilot and meditated. Athran "There seems to be no major injuries sir. No deaths have been reported and the injuries are minor." said Anakin. Lieutenant TJ said quite suprised "Good! I had a feeling the battle wasn't going to be very large, lets just hope we done run into more trouble along the way. Go to Majere and report no injuries I think he will be very please with the our success!" "Sir, There seems to be no major injuries and the Fighters and civilians are all accounted for!" Said Anakin with great pride in his voice. Majere replies, "Good job troops, you did well. Stay alert, I have feeling that the attacks are not over with yet...... ------------------ P.S. this was my first post on a story! please e-mail and tell me how it was! Thanks It had been two days since they had left and since then TJ had yet to sleep a wink. He often talked to civilians, occassionaly read the smaller ones stories. As boring as his job was hewas unable to get to sleep. Looking through the crowd seemed like all he could do. Just then he noticed a little boy start to cry, he strolled over to try and cheer the boy up..... A beeping told Daishi that he was nearing the first course change point on the trip to Bastion. "Well my freind it looks like I'll have to leave you alone here for a minute while I make the course correction." Daishi said to the cargo as he started for the @#%$pit. Daishi looked down at his ships chronometer and a look of shear panic washed over his face. "I always new that my inability to determine what day it is without a chronometer would get me in trouble someday." Daishi said to himself as he exited hyperspace. In front of the Royal Barkalounger were an Interdictor, two Nebulon-B Frigates, and at least three squadrons of fighters. All Daishi could do now was curse himself for getting seperated from the rest of the VE fleet. "Frak and my sensor jammer decided that yesterday would be a good time to burn out." Daishi muttered to himself as he raced back to the command area. "Well what is it Daishi?" The "cargo" inquired. "We just got pulled out of hyperspace by an Interdictor escorted by a pair of Frigates. We are not going to get out of this by piloting skill that is for sure. You certain you can still fight Jahromk?" Daishi replied as he started tossing out both of his suits of Varneck Marine Combat Armor. "Assuming these new arms of mine haven't been sabotauged, yes. I am amzed that your freinds let me live after what I did to them." Jahromk responded as he fitted the helmet over his head. "Allright. We may not survive this but I guarentee that we will take some of them down with us." Daishi said as the distinctive sounds of ion cannons hitting sheilds became very appearent.
::::Aboard TJ's shuttle:::: A shuttle that looked quite out of place next to a Super Star Destroyer streaked away from the Fourth Planet of the Lorn system. Inside, a squad leader paced away on the deck of his personal shuttle.
"You WILL be reinbursed with all articles that you have lost. If you have not sent your form in you will NOT get your credits back. Civilian, do you understand?" said Sesswanna as he marked off another group humanoids to be launched into space. "We understand, Human, do not test our intelligence with your deficient cranium capacity.". As Kurtz raised his rifle, Sesswanna forced it down and allowed them to pass. "Why did you do that, sir?"... "Do not ask questions Lieutenant Colonel, you have your orders.". Macross briefly walked away attempting to convince another body of people to stay calm as their abodes were getting destroyed one by one in order to preserve the greater good and not allow the rebel scum to reap any benefits by reclaiming the land that we once captured. He still remembered at this very place when he held the rebel Senator in control and executed him with no remorse, no regret. It was a glorious battle and he earned his purple heart along with many other veterans. In order to prevent the great Chaotic republic from returning to power, the treachorous rebels who destroyed our beloved emperor... one day he would strike every Jedi and Rebel soldier who stands in his way for his great hate which has been accumulating inside of him for so many years. "High General Sesswanna, these are the last groups that are to be sent to Bastion, once they board we are to report to the Hangar for the final stage of the evacuation.". Sesswanna noded and continued with his work. Up in the twilight the aerial battles were clearly seen from Lorn 4 who many thought was just being reinforced. In the distance the Rebels bombarded bogus targets bearing no impact on the Vast Empire. Kurtz in his mind still questioned the logic in moving to a new home and thought that it would be possible to control both sectors and allow the Vast Empire some more recognition. Alas, that was impossible with several of the New Imperium citizens being sympethizers with the Rebels... watching as the Iron grip of the Empire weakens and they overthrow it to allow the Rebel dogs and scum that populate the inner sectors to take control. Kurtz and Sesswanna were strapped in and ready to abandone their home planet. The Gun boat took off and in a matter of minutes landed on the m/SSD Mustang to be briefed on their next assignments. Let me have the next Section! Too tired to continue tonight! Lieutenant Colonel Macross RA(L) Destroyer Training Officer 1st Officer ISD Nemesis :::: Aboard the ISD-II Crusader :::: Lance Corporal Claw was sitting talking with PJ when a buzz came from his squad leader�s belt. Picking up his com-link, PJ replied, �PJ here, what�s up?� Sergeant Talon
"Yes but we may be able to get out of this alive if we are lucky. I can't remember if you completed sniper training or not." Daishi responded as he joined Jahromk in prone position facing the boarding ramp. The tug of tractor beams was all too apearent as the Royal Barkalounger shuddered and began moving again despite being disabled. The sound of metal on metal quickly followed the cecetion of the shuddering. "Well I hope they are who we think they are or we are severly fraked." Daishi muttered as he knew either the explosives or code broke would have done thier work in a few minutes. "You and me both. I'm not real popular with the rebels after my failed attempt to choke out the Vast Empire and obviously I'm not on any better terms with most of the New Imperium." Jahromk replied as he readjusted his grip on his blaster rifle. "Frak, we got the time." Daishi muttered as he stood up. After running into the command area Daishi punched in a sequnce which revealed four weapons. The first was a full production model double barrel blaster rifle. The second a full production model Ion rifle. The third was an ancient slug thrower. The fourth and final weapon was a very large, not so ancient slug thrower. Grabbing the first and fourth weapons Daishi resealed his rifle compartment and returned to the entry area. "Here, you'll need this." Daishi said as he handed Jahromk the double Barreled blaster rifle. Daishi inspected the gun he now held and thought back to how he got it on Eridani. All that mattered now was that it was big, obviously had lots of ammo, and it had Timbiquie engraved in a gold plate on the side of the gun. "I see you expanded your collection of slug throwers Daishi. That BAR still working okay?" Jahromk remarked as he looked at the weapon. "Just fine. This sucker needed to be feild tested anyway." Daishi replied as he saw the hatch begin to raise slowly. "If you two gentlemen would care to come out we can end this without bloodshed." A semi-familiar voice called out from beyond the hatch. "Jansom is that you?" Daishi called back. "Yup." Jansom replied. Daishi stood up and opened the hatch the rest of the way. "Where the hell did you get this fleet from and why the hell did you disable my ship?" Daishi shouted as he jumped down into the hanger area of one of the frigates. "Sorry your IFF wasn't it's ussual code so we didn't know it was you. As for the fleet, the market for man power and ships has suddenly shifted into our favor so we did some recruiting." Jansom replied. [Too tired to finish but I got an idea where this is going to go so let me finish later] Admiral Atrus 'Nix' Hexum sat in the command chair, looking over the status displays. After finishing reading the last report, the jedi closed his eyes and went into a concentration trance. With all the attempts at sabotauge and assinations going on around the fleet he had to always be on his guard. Hexum jumped to his feet, robes flowing around him, and started barking orders to the bridge crew. "Drop out of hyperspace, sheilds to full power, it's a trap!" The mammoth Star Destroyer and it's few escorts dropped out of hyperspace travel just outside of the gravity well range of an enemy Interdictor. "Gunners, to your stations, now! Get the guns charged up we have enemy fighters incoming! Launch all TIE Squadrons!" shouted Atrus over the blaring battle sirens on deck. Closing his eyes once again, you could see them twitching beneath the lids, he concentrated. Feeling the excitement of all the young pilots racing to their fighters, eager to engage the enemy. He turned his attention now to the enemy fleet, assessing the size and might of it all. He counted several capital ships and dozens of fighter squadrons, and the knowledge of more on their way from the officer aboard one of the the capital ships. He once again opened his eyes, turned around and ordered the Comm Officer on duty to send a message to the rest of the fleet. The lieutenant typed what the admiral was saying into the message "This is the ISD-II Devastator, calling all Vast Empire warships. This is a distress signal, we were brought out of hyperspace by a fairly large enemy fleet waiting in ambush. Anyships that receive this message come to these coordinates ASAP! This fleet appears to be a group of mercanaries, still trying to figure out who they were hired by... I'll do some more info gathering, Atrus out." The young lieutenant finished typing the message then encrypted it and sent it off. Now all the small taskforce could do is sit and wait, fending off the enemy. Atrus walked to the veiw port and saw the loyal naval pilots start to engage the incoming mercenaries. Little explosions started happening all over the sector of space, leaving nothing behind except metal debris and the occasional injured or dead pilot. His eyes, both physical and Force enhanced, scanned the battle field assessing the situation, and planning out the battle systemattically. He continued to stand there for sometime without speaking a word. To Be Continued..... *****NOTE: Do NOT divulge who hired the mercanary fleet... that is a bit of info I am saving for later.********
Edited by Atrus Nix Hexum at: 9/2/00 5:02:07 pm "You heard'em guys, let's move," PJ said walking towards his T/I. *In Realspace* "Viper, launch now!..." PJ did not hear the rest as his squadron entered the void of space. This was the first PJ saw of their attackers, they looked hidious. A-41s, Z-95s T-Wings, E-Wings, V-wings, even some fighters PJ could not recognize. "Viper Squadron, report in," PJ called over the ComLink. Seven responces answered him. "All right, form into your flight groups, LCPL Claw control Flight two. Pilots stay with your wingmen." Viper circled closer to the enemy fleet....
"Very well inform them that phase two shall get under way shortly." Jansom replied to the commtech. "Phase two of what Jansom?" Daishi spoke up for the first time in several minutes. "Well I suppose I owe you that much. You see Robert your little stunts over the years has cost us quite a bit and now you are in a whole heap of trouble. If we had known that was actually your ship when we first spotted it we would have blasted it to scrap, but fortunately you gave us the nicety of capturing you by using a different IFF. While you have been out here galavanting around we were attacked and because you loaned out our only capital ships we barely beat back the pirate scum. Thanks to your miscalculation half your old squad is dead as well as nearly two thirds of Appex squadron. I know we couldn't have crewed those ships anyway but they would have drawn enough firepower from the enemy we could have won without any losses. In your abscense it has been decided we shall no longer continue the folley of supporting the latest incarnation of the emipre and instead work with some one who can guarentee our protection, the New Republic. So far attacks on our world have been reduced by 50% just by them being there. In return we raised this small fleet to aide them in an ambush they have set for your vaunted Vast Empire Navy. When they try and bring in forces from thier old territories they shall be intercepted by us. So Air Commandant Robert Lee you are here by placed under arrest on the charges of high treason, conspiracy to commit treason, and piracy. Jahromk, you are fortunate because there are no legitimate charges we can bring against you, but you will be forced to retire from all your positions as you represent a great security risk to us." Jansom replied as six new guards appeared. "And you said the short cut was a good idea." Daishi said as he glared at Jahromk. "So shoot me, wait on second thought that hurts too much. Better make that sue me." Jahromk replied as he glanced down to his chest wound. "Sir I'll need your weapons." One of the troopers said as he stepped forward. "Bob, you better not be thinking what I think you are." Jahromk cringed. "You better beleive it." Daishi replied as he brought up the slug-thrower and held down the trigger. The resulting spray of ammunition managed to drop all six troopers, wound Jansom, and knock Daishi on his back. "I need to make more ammo for this thing." Daishi muttered as he pulled himself from the ground. "You are the luckiest being I know." Jahromk replied. "We aren't out of this yet." Daishi responded as he nodded out the hanger. The fleet had gron in size over the past several minutes. It now included one Interdictor, three Nebulon-B frigates, two Marauder corvettes, and six M-90 class corvettes. "I hope there isn't more out the other side." Jahromk replied. "Knowing Jansom, yes. I doubt they will be so generous toward you after this." Daishi replied as he knew neither of them were entirely safe now. "Aye." Jahromk almost sighed. [Will conclude later, have definate plans]
As a special added bonus, it was also their job to terminate any saboteurs with extreme prejudice, and protect the innocent from pirates and other invaders. None of which were involved in the card games currently being played in the primary meeting area; none that Fury could notice anyway. Everyone who boarded the vessel had supposedly been scanned for weapons and valid ID papers, but confusion was the order of the day and the bad guys didn't exactly play by the rules, did they? Thus the constant twelve-hour patrols and "show of force". So far, so good as far as this service thing went. Fury still didn't know most of his squadmates. Sergeant Snake seemed to be a fair and respectful leader, quite unlike most of the pirates Fury had run with after leaving Bovo Yagen. And PFC Jediwannabe was pretty gracious after coming up short in the sabacc game that determined who got to pilot the squad's new AT_PT. Still, it was hard to fit in with others when you were either on patrol or asleep. Having nowhere else to turn his attention to, Fury had researched the vessel he was on. This particular Rendili StarDrive Battle Horn cruiser (now THAT was a mouthful) was known as Memories of Tililix. Apparently Tililix was a planet that had been vaporized when it's sun went nova. The only survivors of the Tarro race which heralded from there were spacegoing tourists, diplomats, and traders. Not exactly your best and brightest, but a survivor is a survivor. Anyway, with it's planet (and corporate offices) extinct, the Tililix was auctioned off to a business concern loyal to the Empire. Somehow this mothballed vessel had been converted from freighter to transport just in time to be a part of the evacuation fleet. Being large and able to carry thousands, and having a couple dozen laser cannons, it was an integral part of the civilian fleet. Thus the need for a physical presence, courtesy of Squad Three. Now if the pirate gangs and New Republic left them alone, Fury might just return later to join in a sabacc gang. Call it supplemental income. Edited by VE Fury at: 9/4/00 8:52:38 pm
"Sir are you sure that you should be taking off right now? Your elite squadron is currently busy right now. Perhaps if you waited...." Majere was very busy packing his important papers, "No Captain, I will not wait for my escort to finish their job. I have a meeting with a possible ally and I must prove to them that I am an imperial heart and soul. I will just take one of the Tie Droid Interceptor squadrons and an escort shuttle." "As you wish sir," the captain saluted and marched out of the office. .................. "Field Marshal Majere's Office, this is Captain Scotch." "Yes Captain, this is Moff Threeof4 on the Star Destroyer Nemesis. Majere should have been here and hour ago for a meeting. Where is he?" "Uhh, sir? He left four hours ago? He should have been there two hours ago according to our schedule!" "Very well Captain, get a hold of Grand Moff Kadann and tell General Spartacus to put the Mustang on red alert. Threeof4 out." [OOC: I will be gone for a while taking care of personal business. General Spartacus will be taking over my duties and GM Kadann/Moff Threeof4 will be in charge of the Vast Empire until I return. I have no estimated time when I will be back. I will have e-mail capability so I can be reached that way. If there are any questions let me know. Also, nobody is to find me until/if I return.] "So we'll have to steal on of thiers." Daishi replied. "Well I'd argue if I didn't know that an imperial prison would be a better fate for me than what they had in mind. Though how are we going to get past all those ships out there?" Jahromk replied. "Simple, we'll take Jansom's." Daishi responded as his evil grin could almost be seen through his helmet. "I like it, a ship for a ship." Jahromk chuckled. "Fortunately he was foolish enough to leave it in this hanger. So we got a couple minutes to break his code." Daishi muttered as he obviously looked very upset at the fact Jansom's ship still bore the colors of the Varneck Planetary Defense Force. As the duo ran across the hanger bay the troops of the ship began to file in to the hanger in response to the reports of gun fire. "Cover me while I code break." Daishi shouted as he fired a short controlled burst at the approaching troops. "Try 'Abelene' for his pass code." Jahromk rep[lied as he began to lay down cover fire for both of them. "Hey it worked. How did you do that?" Daishi stammered as he began going up the ramp. "Well he told me his passcode once many a years ago and I knew he didn't like changing his pass codes." Jahromk replied as he followed Daishi up the ramp and sealed it behind himself. "Here we go." Daishi shouted as he jumped into the pilot's chair. "Activating stealth systems and charging all weapons." Jahromk sounded as he assumed the co-pilot's station. "We must warn the rest of the fleet somehow. Set course for Bastion best possible ETA." Daishi ordered as he pulled the modified Persuer Malignant around one of the corvettes. "We got two minutes until we are clear of the interdiction feild and a squadron bearing down on us at nine o'clock." Jahromk called back. "All right. Let's see what the Malignant can do." Daishi muttered mostly to himself as he lined up on an X-Wing. With a squeze of the triggers two advanced missles launched out of each wing accompanied by four laser cannon shots from the nose. The resulting explosion destroyed the targeted X-wing and knocked two others out of formation. "We got a hole now." Daishi sounded as the all too familiar warning beeps of warheads locking on began to sound. "At this rate only one minute more until we clear the interdiction feild." Jahromk replied as he began to look over the sensor screens. "Frak the rest are forming back up." Daishi responded as he punched the throttle to full power and began a wide roll. Again Diashi squezed all the triggers and watched as nother X-wing exploded. Though this time the X-wings shot back. A streak of torpedoes and lasers flew around the Malignant with only a couple of minor hits. "Sheilds holding, barely. We'll be clear as soon as we get past this squadron." Jahromk shouted as the explosion of the torpedo made it hard to hear anything else. "Only a couple more to go before we are in position." Daishi shouted back. Daishi dumped all cannon energy into shields and diverted the power to ngines and was glad to hear the all clear signal from Jahromk without having to fire another shot. The trip was a quiet one as Daishi knew that the New Rep's would recover many of the past missions he had concocted for the Vast Empire and all that such information entailed. The only consoalation Daishi had was that many of those missions were never used and never will be now, unless it were by the New Rep's. "We still have to drop out of hyperspace to warn the fleet." Jahromk spoke for the first time since entering hyperspace. "Yes but it will be sometime before we are in communication range of the forces at Bastion. I fear we may be too late." Daishi responded. [There now it's free game]
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