The Tides of History (an St/Sw cross over)

[sonofccn]

The plot thickens through Im’pec of house Rozhenko may have laid it on a little thick, its generally best if ones pawns don't realize that is what they are through I understand Captain Pellaeon is no fool. I guess sometimes you just got to roll the dice.

So Zsinj been on the payroll of the Klingong Empire, or at least Rozhenko, for sometime now? I thought he was just being opertunisitc but it sounds like he's been "prospering" for sometime before the Dominion showed up on the Imperial doorstep.

And Rainbird...I think Thanagar and Jackson just found a new drinking buddy. :)

Lastly the Commodore wished for me to pass along a message to Captain Rainbird.

Krevin: Considering your tauntological exercise, in light of current conditions and my sudden acquantince with the subject matter, and assuming I have both failed being in a combat zone and at killing the Xeno scum at say, fifty to one hundred meters, I'd strike with the barrel edge against the offending blade not to block but to direct it and the force behind it away from my person with the same breath being used to spring the weighted stock of my rifle against the creature's body such as against its face or lower gut depending the exact manner of its attack and my relative position. Followed by extracting the gun barrel out from the parried weapon driving it into the Alien to shoot it.

[Admiral Breetai]

Jackson found someone he can spar with and not rip to shreds. Ask Im'pec one day how he lost his arm he'll tell you in true Klingon fashion.

Krevin once again proves in Tides he could have easily become a grand admiral had fate not been so cruel as to strand him in a Howard lovecraft fusion.

Im'pec isn't a politician but Alexander very much is..but unlike Vi'retess he's not here to direct his subordinates so when he said "obfuscate our goal by telling half the truth"..Im'pec understood only partially.

Imperial news network coming up..and Rebel Admiral vs GA's

[Praeothmin]

Plotting... Me loves plotting...
Klingons... Me lurvs Klingons...
Moar pleeze!

[Admiral Breetai]

Plotting... Me loves plotting...
Klingons... Me lurvs Klingons...
Moar pleeze!

ask Preao and ye shall receive this part is dedicated to an old Klingon telling a story about the folly of youth and a warrior who took him down a peg or two

oh and Sonoff teasing you a little with the prospect of Rogue Squadron vs the Exterminators

"come on you apes do ya wanna live forever?" - unknown soldier first world war



Home One –


Captain Garros appeared on the command bridge of the new alliance flagship as she soared through space with her new subspace based drives, Garros whistled to himself glad the Independence and Urr were still hyperspace capable the thought of moving through space by manipulating subspace itself was disconcerting the energy that was required for stable and fast slipstream was the equivalent of having a million proton warheads strapped to your command chair, the thought of it troubled him to no end and he fought against any such conversions to his engine. He looked over at the Mon Calamari Admiral, who was making an unusually bold move for one who fought so much with Lando over many a bold tactic. Was now making a bold series of moves that seemed to surprise everyone that old Vorta as well it seemed. “Ah, Captain Garros I trust you like the new X-wing type 2’s and the B wings?’ he asked, Garros nodded “I do” he said “but the fighters and this ship they are so shiny” he said it wasn’t exactly like he was complaining. The speed at which they could move now and the range of their weapons, unlike the new TIE’s that the exterminators had used during Ord Mantel these didn’t pack a stronger punch nor carry extra payload they had artificial gravity thanks to gravity plating like the TIE’s but they lacked the newer more potent guns – they had greater range though and could fire longer without having to stop to recharge, and they had something Garros considered a god send shielding. Small not very powerful but they were rechargeable and could deflecting fifty percent of the enemy fire, the newer lighter armor took another fifteen percent off which allowed the new X’s to stay in the fight longer. The B’s had better armor and shields which meant they could take a furious beating while dumping their payload (which they could carry more of) and running home. But everything was so shiny and new and glimmered which gave him the impression of some far off lofty story; some ivory tower type golden soldiers and he really disliked that for some reason. “I think they’re too shiny” he said Ackbar smiled at him nodding “Captain Antilles has said the same thing to me” Ackbar conceded “still some new technology was needed to counter the imperials progression considering the losses the dominion suffered were higher than normal” Garros nodded gravely “they are catching up” “maybe but we will close the gap and I think the Dominion has a hand to play it has not yet used, likely several” he said Garros nodded at that and then moved to speak but paused then shook his head “I have been looking over anything to give us an idea of what the empires next move is going to be “ he said ‘and I found nothing except various corporations of the outer rim have begun placing orders in construction firms for the building of many parts and many components “ “Normal “ Ackbar said “with the mid rim under allied control the Moffs of the outer rim are likely preparing to purchase as much spare parts and foods as they possibly can before shipping becomes virtually impossible” he said “right I thought so too and that is actually happening as you said but these parts” Ackbar was handed a sheet from the holographic projection of his companion he held this “sheet” and read it the list was fairly normal until he came to certain parts he saw were components for those poor mans replicators the “resequencing” technology Grand Admiral Seras invented he frowned, they were ordering enough components to make close to a thousand for parts and another thousand for food. His eyes narrowed “where are these parts headed” “Disra’s sector” Garros stated. Ackbar nodded and then eyed him he deliberated a bit wondering if this boy could be trusted, or if he was like the council thought completely under Vi’retess’s control and become a pawn they could not fully trust. “What did you do with this information” he said Garros frowned; this was a moment of truth for him as well to see if the alliance council did really understand. “I shared it with no one” he said carefully ‘you did not turn it over to Vi’retess” “I did not” he said Ackbar blinked and nodded breathing a sigh of relief “delete it”

“Right away”

Hangar bay Home One

Wedge Antilles watched as his astromech droid beeped and chirped with one of the lizard technicians and a human mechanic the group carrying on a conversation of technical jargon and personal experience with exotic machinery all fascinated all listening intently. Wedge found it the most boring conversation he had ever had the misfortune of listening to. Looking over at his fighter he smirked, he had gone from being an inexperienced pilot during the battle of Yavin to leading Rogue one of the most elite fighter cores of the galaxy. Wedge had traded missiles with everyone from Darth Vader to Grand Admiral Declann the supposed deadliest fighter Ace in galactic history. He had survived all of them and won some rather critical victories, he had fought in great and glorious battles (or at least as they would be remembered in the history books) and the chaos and stress was like a drug to him and right now he was an addict without a fix and he was getting the craving. This raid was supposed to be your average raid and for which it should have had the average fighters but the Rebel leadership wanted to make a show of it and thus the best equipment and best people would be flying through the stars opening fire against imperial dregs and running them down. Wedge sighed in frustration; he had missed out on the battles of Ord Mantell and Malastare, at the Dominions insistence only they would take the burden of fighting. As such Wedge missed out on the chance to duel with squadron leader Napa, to dart between the stars and do battle with the legendary exterminators who destroyed capital ships by playing chicken amidst rubble. Wedge sported a manic grin, now that would be a fight worth fighting in, worth dying in. Rogue verses the exterminators in all out dog fight with the title of the best of the best on the line for the victor.

Wedge Antilles decided in that moment. No matter, before this war was over Rogue and the Exterminators would meet and it would be a meeting that would forever alter fighter doctrine.

Deep space on the way to Coruscant:

Gilad Pellaeon walked around the inside of the vessel a “Bird of Prey” as it was called, sleek ship that packed an enormous amount of fire power for a ship that size. It was cloaked an invisibility field that blinded all forms of sensors really an ingenious ploy on their parts. For his own part he had spent his time on the cruise learning about their culture. The empire had recently undergone a revision of sorts; the old almost dementedly dogmatic honor system was abolished for an older manner of thinking. They were warriors and glory and honor to ones house was important but they no longer seemed restrained by it if the stories he was reading were even half true (which he admitted they very well could all be lies) Im’pec spoke of a reawakening of expansion since their chancellor Martok died under mysterious circumstances. It seemed to him the house of Martok was the patron of the house Im’pec served because he always spoke reverently about the mans son but with a certain tone that he could not quite place yet. They were being too free with information for his liking either Im’pec was a terrible politician or he was too good. Either way Gilad still kept himself guarded and suspicious even though he found himself liking these extra galactic aliens. They reminded him of essentially an entire race of Grand Admiral Thanagar and he was yet unsure if that was a good thing or the scariest thought in the universe. Walking now into the dining hall he turned seeing Im’pec sitting down on a chair made from some sort of ornate wood. He grinned the dining hall was furnished with all manner of exotic furs hunted both in this galaxy and at home. Furnished with seats made of bone and wood with cushions stuffed likely with some poor avian species feathers, reminding him of an ancient banquet hall from the pre hyperspace era Gilad had the chance to dine with them several hours earlier and it was an interesting experience, the General and ships Captain regaled the crew of tales of battle in wars fought long before they were born of great sieges and epic warriors, Pellaeon found the insight into their psychology fascinating. Truly much was revealed to him and he did hope against all odds that these creatures would not become their enemies. “ah you do not sleep” he asked Gilad grinned sitting down eying a plate of wriggling thick green tubes he realized were worms in some horrific blood sauce and he flinched. He was glad they could replicate imperial food because eating much of their meals was beyond his capacity to endure. Still the ale was not too bad in small doses the blood wine though. “this ship is moving at truly insane speeds” he said honestly “it would take us twice the time to make it to capital and then even longer to Endor” he said Im’pec laughed “indeed when I first flew in slip space I too wondered if the vessel would not fly apart and I would take my place among the honored dead” Gilad grinned ‘to die at ones post though even incredibly quickly” he said which made the giant chuckle. “one thing I am curious on Captain Parg has two regular flesh based arms but he tells me one was synthetically grown?’ he asked Im’pec nodded “indeed” he said “yet you prefer a robotic limb?” he asked Im’pec nodded and sat back poring himself a glass of ale and handed one to Captain Pellaeon “do you have scars? From battle?” he asked him, Gilad thought about it and nodded he did have a few of his own. “Each scar tells a story it is a memory yes?” Gilad nodded understanding “but the others do not”

Im’pec sat back in thought “when I was a young warrior fresh from my house my first commission in battle was before our war with the Dominion we had invaded the space of a people known as the Cardassians “ he said “on their behalf our old enemy and ally the United Federation of planets made war on us” he said “or rather in our arrogance and foolishness “ he said “we attacked them and they fought back with courage and honor” he thought about it touching his arm “the Cardassians were weak” he said “nothing” he said “we smashed their entire military apart in a matter of hours, oh sure some of them fought determined guerilla warfare but we massacred their ground troops they threw their lives away dogged and determined but we butchered them like animals” he said “my people were drunk off these easy wins, the type of empty satisfaction a resentful populace gains when they are desperate enough to trick themselves into thinking they are restoring themselves” he leaned back and shut his eyes “intoxicated on this we engaged in a battle over one of their last industrial centers, this Federation had fought to protect them defend them and in battle I like many others found myself confronted with a real enemy when I had been drunk with those cheap false liquors those emotions a bully feels when he prays on the helpless and I was truly resentful” he said

Gilad knew all to well what he was describing and he had seen many imperial officers succumb to it, that thrill the high the arrogance that came with it and how their moral was absolutely destroyed by fighting the Dominion, the rage one feels when faced with an enemy that can fight back and your defeats mount when you are questioning whether you can actually fight, nothing was more dangerous than a thug in command throwing a temper tantrum. But Im’pec was so far removed from such types he found it hard to believe he would have acted in such a way once. “In battle I lost myself to this rage and lead my men young and inexperienced as I was to command through the lines of fire and behind enemy lines. In blind rage I killed wildly and indiscriminately massacring civilians and soldiers alike until I came upon a moaning sound. In the heat of battle I had severed this boys spine without thinking he must have been fifteen years old if that, he lay there gasping looking up at me with helplessness in his eyes, a helplessness I had seen in many a Klingon warrior who was painfully sobered from those pathetic wins to the truth I snapped his neck with this hand” he said then clenched it as if remembering a painful memory. “I was trained very well since birth in the old styles, I was always considered among the best in combat in the empire I made order of the Bat’leth the same year I came of age” he said nodding thoughtfully “but this training instilled me with an arrogance that only fed my overconfidence and stupidity” he said “and that’s when he came when I was howling and proclaiming my victory he came from the smoke of combat, a Starfleet Captain called John Rainbird, an older man a great warrior when we locked blades it was a contest that parted the field of battle all stopped to watch us fight” he admitted “in other battles I had seen him carve through other warriors as easily as a baker cuts through blood pie sometimes in the dozens so when I lasted more then a few seconds everyone looked upon us” he said laughing “you should have seen it Pellaeon we were magnificent it was like the ancient stories we were told” he said ‘must have been the same feeling Lord Hoth felt when the army of light broke the Sith Lord Kaan and his army during the ancient wars you fought” Gilad mentally frowned at how much he knew of their history but the mental picture really was a splendid one he quirked his head when he saw Im’pecs mood change “that was the problem, he was a worthy enemy who outmatched me no less, I was a child to him then and yet we fought as opponents on the field of battle not as ravenous animals preying on a weakling” he spat “that feeling of courtesy made me realize then just how far I had fallen” he gripped his hand “he brought his knife into my groin, that is pain” he said “the likes of which no man should know” he said Gilad felt himself flinch at the thought “and when I fell to my knees he propped me before my men and I believed he was going to give me a warriors death, one that I had not earned” he said “instead he cut off the hand that had taken so many lives to satisfy hollow honor and left me to live and atone for my personal dishonor” he said

“Of course they saw me as a hero all the same such was how far my people had fallen then. I was be grown a new limb but I demanded a robotic limb instead” he said “I wished to look upon my mistakes my sins for all time that I may always endeavor to be a true warrior a true servant of my people as he is to this day” he said Gilad nodded “I would have had you whipped before the entire crew of my ship for your actions then” he said “I see too many of the empires soldiers and commanders allowing it” he admitted Im’pec nodded “then your people are now at the crossroads we were once “ he said “there is no greater challenge for a people to face then their own failures”

“Change more than anything “Pellaeon said “but that was a good story” Im’pec smiled “yes it was” he said “now” he said poring him more ale “tell me a story “he said “of battles you fought in of your Grand Admiral friends” he said grinning Pellaeon thought on it modern war stories would be too dangerous too many state secrets possibly revealed but the clone wars. “Well, there was this one battle”

[Admiral Breetai]

second part of the update well guys basically Preao sonofccn and Khas you bastards have been churning out complete and utter awesomeness and I been posting talkies..I'm done with the talkies this is my last one for a little bit. While there is scheming and planning...we are treated a Patton style speech by Thanagar and Jaxor...the personal flagships of the GA's get some screen time as Grant gets a new toy

and since Sonof and Preao produced such amazing..chapters recently I had to follow suit...the divine and Beneficent Emperor is going to throw down against the Ancient one the big boss founder in this area..in a full on balls to the wall symbolic and epic confrontation between the leader of the empire..and the gods of order

hope you enjoy

"if Hiroshima marks the extension of our power over the earth what must a war in heaven look like?" Unknown Catholic priest after the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki


Expansion region covert shipyard: twelve hours later

Grand Admiral Martio Batch stood at attention as the detachment of storm troopers assigned to this small out post eyed him and made their imperial salute. He nodded at them all and walked passed them, annoyed and disgruntled at having to stop working as usual he was double annoyed that Octavian Grant was coming along too, the damn noble of course had demanded the pomp and circumstance he felt he and Guylos had merited by earth. As the two Grand Admirals exited the arriving shuttle Batch snapped at attention and then bluntly dismissed the troops.

“He’s as charming as ever” Grant mocked “be nice” Guylos ordered in a low whisper as the reclusive Grand Admiral walked up to them “I hope your trip over wasn’t too stuffy” he said in a sarcastic tone. Grand smiled “oh not at all “ he said Batch growled and eyed them both “welcome to imperial research station 1-1-7-Delta” he said before briskly walking off “come” he all but ordered as the two moved to keep pace with him. They moved down a winding observation hallway both men gazing out the windows on either side seeing the massive round spheres of the main factories the long spire that stretched down almost 80 kilometers. The station was an old one which had been used by the trade federation to build their lucre hulks and thus tended to look like two massive Lucrehulk class vessels with a long spike shoved between the spherical portions. Her armament was light but her shielding strong she carried close to ten thousand fighters and two thousand heavy bombers she was one of the most heavily armed instillations in the expansion region, despite the nearly unknown and remoteness of her current location,. Her research was vital and thus she was protected by swarms of furious venomous insects and lethal flying aces.

It was, then the dominion came and nine and a half thousand of her fighters had been reassigned to the fleet protecting Ord Mantell. They gave her some heavy turbo laser batteries but it wasn’t enough Carrick class gunboats flew patrols but she was painfully under armed and if an attack ever came Batch would loose substantial research. But saddled as they were by the Emperors nonsensical edicts they had to bleed off resources from somewhere and this had been one of the places. Batch came less and less as a result not liking the possibility of attack but he had spent the last several weeks here personally overseeing the construction of the Seven Deadly sins. It was a secret project he was unwilling to tell the other Grand Admirals of unwilling until now. “Grand Admiral Seras has constructed numerous radical invention based off Dominion technology fused as it is with imperial tech it has made my job far easier what would have taken me two years to complete will take five months and with the new weaponry advents her people have made with Crimson shield” he gestured to the viewing port. Grant was usually a very restrained man but when he saw the looming shadows his mouth gaped “ah these are the seven deadly sins then?” he asked calmly. Guylos smiled “impressive” he said “ablative armor reactionary it should bleed off as much as ten percent extra fire from Dominion forces the new shields will also splash their energy beams while we have not yet been able to immunize ourselves to poloron radiation we can at least stay in the fight much longer, most of the turbo laser turrets are fully automated with our newest computers and require only a dozen operators, light turbo lasers have been replaced by pulse firing disruptors” he said they all turned eying him surprised that was technology that was always beyond the galaxies reach and any race that did develop some type of disruptor technology tended to be considered major threats and yet now this was cracked? “heavy disruptors are still impossible these will be power consumptive but when you consider each section of the ship now has it’s own micro fusion generators we can power them.” He said indicating the lead vessel, the SSD was twice as long as the other SSD’s wider towards the rear with a front that stretched out and formed a bow much like an ancient ironclad warship, “she’ll sail through the stars and rip through our enemies like an ancient ice breaker” Batch said Grant eyed the dark green streaks that trespassed across the vessel giving it an unusually sleek form. “I am designing one for each Grand Admiral loyal to our cause the first three are being built now the first one completed is the pride” he said gesturing to the one with green streaks “she has sixty two beam weapons of medium yield and four heavy beam weapons including one at the bow that fires an antimatter based stream of death” he said “she’s yours Grant”
Grant eyed him “little man that is perhaps the greatest backhanded compliment any one has received in Galactic history”

Guylos smirked “and the others?” he asked “yours “he said gesturing that they follow him “wont be finished for another several weeks “he said and they both moved farther down along the viewing section for several moments eying the Pride as the final touches were finished on her. They moved towards the other side of the station and he gestured to Guylos, the rear of the vessel was mostly complete her massive engines lay silent, her command tower much like the pride was a smooth “fin” near the rear that strutted out flanked by dozens of light disruptors, her system was different though all around the rear medium turbo laser bolts seemed interspersed with numerous neutron based beam weaponry and proton torpedo launchers heavy TL Batteries were fewer and far between but they seemed different in some way. He looked down at the massive craft still skeletal and a long way from completion. Guylos eyed it intensely “I don’t want a vessel of murder’ he said “I want a vessel of unification that symbolizes what the empire will become” “indeed” Batch said “I am building her with dozens of factories and machine shops and our resequencing technology she can feed and provide medical aid to most of our smaller colonies in the mid rim alone and aid in any rescue mission “ he said “she will be the Wrath but she will be divine Wrath, a mother protecting her children a goddess laying down heavenly justice against the dark gods of the Dominion she will be seen as a force of nature a force of mercy and a force of imperial power and justice” he said “she will possess the power to destroy worlds but she will also possess the power to save them” he grinned

Grant snickered “we are fighting Vi’retess and his propaganda with our own? I cannot wait to see our divine fleet clash against his” he laughed “the entire concept is absurd” he said Guylos nodded “but we need absurdity in this era nothing around us is sane” both Grand Admirals nodding in agreement. “Grand Admiral Batch” a technician yelled all three Admirals turned abruptly eying the man “sir, I beg forgiveness for the intrusion but our new long range sensor buoys have detected a subspace disturbance as well as what we believe are traces of a fleet entering hyperspace”

Guylos eyes narrowed “the rebels” he said “and the Dominion?” Batch asked Grant shook his head “I am sure it’s something else either way Grand Admirals I am taking command of the Pride let us show the Rebels how costly attacking us when we are down will be for them”

Guylos nodded “with one stipulation” he said “I want to lead this little Dance” he said

Home One – same time

Admiral Ackbar floated in his hover chair and breathed a heavy sigh before fixing his eyes on the screen observing the sensor details and eying the increased number of star destroyers and the one massive SSD like thing and that other gargantuan construct whatever it happened to be. “How long to target?” he asked “one hour sir” an aid said “instruct the fleet to come out of hyperspace as close as possible within firing range and unload” he said

It was time to see what Home One could do.

Imperial justice fleet – two days from "bastion”

They had exited hyperspace to make for various repairs over the last several days Commodore Hertz and Grand Admiral Thanagar had spent several hours daily talking to the founder interrogating him. He yielded little in the way of intelligence on the Dominion but did give them much needed insight into just how the Ancient one (the founder in charge of this war) administrated a war how he essentially tended to leave everything in Vi’retess and his inhumanly capable hands. Thanagar realized that made things worse he hoped an arrogant superior could addle the enemy but he had complete faith in the old clone and as such was not a weakness to exploit. He had begun to craft a strategy over what he learned about the old Vorta and would begin to proceed with it. The Changeling however had revealed to him something he absolutely refused to believe without any sort of confirmation the existence of a main human branch in a far galaxy that had been in space for far less time then they had yet seemed to accomplish so much. Fabrications and lies the death machine spewed out to lull him he was sure of it and buried himself in ale.


Today Grand Admiral Thanagar walked into the main hangar of the SSD Resolute and stood with General Aryas who stood at attention near him Colonel Cronus eyed the men gravely, even more Xenocorps had flocked to Crimson Shield in the hours until their departure and more were coming, Hertz likely would command a fleet that would rival Thanagars in size, and thus the justice fleet would probably have to be renamed an armada. Not like anyone really cared 75,000 welled to 225,000 soldiers now near humans and Xenos many retired republic soldiers and kids lots of kids teenagers and young adults orphaned by the war they were ready to fight the Dominion, many of them though enraged were more than willing to fight beside their alien brothers, and for his part Aryas was very glad that a distinction was made between the aliens from the Dominion and the non humans in the imperial army. Holograms would relay the speeches given to the rest of the fleet. Thanagar had yet to brief them all on the mission and likely would not until they reached bastion but Jaxor felt the urge to speak now.

He stood in front of Aryas and eyed this militia. “Soldiers!!!” he yelled “What is a bastard?” he asked several loud yells erupted “a Child born out of wedlock is the ancient definition sir” “a no good low down filthy piece of Bantha crap” came another yell “you are sir!” yelled Colonel Vindiz from the rear which caused an uproar of laughter Jaxor grinned “that’s right I am a bastard I am the toughest meanest angriest son of a whore in this entire galaxy minus Grand Admiral Thanagar here” he said with a roar “I fight like a bastard, I brawl I drink and I charm the pants off every female in the galaxy and if pay don’t come I take pay from the enemy” he said laughing and grinned “I don’t just want soldiers who are willing to serve the ideals of the empire I want hardened disciplined crazy bastards who are gonna bash and smash their way to the founders themselves and personally acquaint those would be gods with the business end of a personal proton torpedo launcher’ he said “now it seems here history has fated me to preside over the commanding officer the first fully integrated multi racial armies in imperial history” he said simply “but make no mistake While Aryas is your commanding office your god your father and commodore hertz and your ship based commanders are your mothers” he said which caused loud laughter “I am the underboss of this little family and the big head boss the master god is Thanagar” he yelled ‘you fight for us! Your homes are on the line more than that the equality of your races with my own is on the line” he yelled “now I’ma say this only once prejudice aint gonna be tolerated in my legions any man be he human or otherwise wants respect he earns it by running down Dominion mooks understand?” he shouted to a loud rousing cheer “FROM NOW ON YALL AINT HUMANS OR XENOS YER BASTARDS!! YER MY BASTARDS MY PYSCHOS “ he yelled “and the Dominions gonna know it y'all are brothers” he said “earn your respect in battle fight like a furious Krayt Dragon, show the Dominion what it means to be an imperial citizen” he snapped “where we’re going it’s a party boys and let’s give the Dominion a real good time”

Vindiz stepped up and let out a loud roar “who are we” “Bastards!!” yelled the soldiers back “what do we do?” “We brawl, we brawl” came the reply Thanagar walked up now eying them all “good I got me some brawlers” he said “I want you to know this boys, this aint the mid rims” he said “we aint gonna win this battle by dying for the empire we’re gonna win it by making those fething Dominion sons of whores die for their gods!!” he yelled cheers erupted “so what do we do” he asked in a shout “we live! We live”

“That’s right in fact since we’re such bastards we’re officially stealing the Dominion motto Victory is life” he shouted “and what do we do when a Jem’Hadar wants to die for his gods?” “WE HELP, WE HELP”
Thanagar nodded “now the real war starts boys” he grinned “synthetic ale for every one get drunk get nasty and get ready to head home boys because from this point on it’s gonna be nothing but a beat down” he said

If space could carry sound the roars and cheers across the makeshift fleet would have echoed all the way to Coruscant and Leviathan and sent fear down the spine of every single soldier in the Dominion

Deathstar II Endor

Skeletal in form half completed the new weapon of terror continued to slowly progress as new weapons and technologies fused with old as her super weapon inched closed to being operational and her vast fleet swarmed the great behemoth like some swarm of rapacious insects.

Deep Within the command Tower Darth Sidious lord of the known universe sat in his throne, the Emperors hand Lord Vader stood silently near him as General in Storm trooper armor issued in reports about the construction in his sector of the station of the living quarters and bars and the other facilities being constructed for the imperial weapon of power. Sidious nodded pleased as the weary General finished his report the terror fleeing his features for the tenth time in as many months as he again pleased the emperor and his life was spared. Sidious smiled “good, good you are truly a loyal commander’ he said “you are currently running ahead of your other section mates and should be rewarded for that” he said

“I thank you sire’ he said bowing “to be in your service is reward enough” he said Sidious smiled his false pleasant grin and gestured that Lord Vader lead him towards the door “you truly are a loyal servant of the empire” he said “to serve to me so well when your brothers died fighting at Malastare” “oh sire I don’t blame you for that they died loyal citizens of the empire no matter what lies the heretic Vi’retess tells “

“yes they did and their sacrifice will not be in vain nor shall yours” he said the general could not turn in time he died with a look of utter shock on his features when a lightsaber plunged into his body Vader incinerating his heart he tossed the man aside his limp form collapsing on the deck slowly his uniform and clothing began to melt and shift sliding into a thick amber ooze that Vader swiftly force tossed along with the corpse off the bridge letting it fall down into the reactor below.

Sidious began laughing “this is the power of their vaunted gods” he said laughing Vader nodded somewhat disappointed expecting a better fight of it considering what that creature claimed to be, the disappointment faded quickly when the air became moist and began to swirl around. Vader rose his suit protecting him from changeling infiltration and he wagered his masters vast powers would do the same, Sidious smiled ‘oh no, I trembled is there where infest my body and use me to inspire terror in my troops as you rip me to shreds from within. Please, don’t “he mocked

“we both know that isn’t possible with you” a calm old voice remarked as the steam coalesced into a humanoid form which rose up it looked old, more decorated than the typical founders, his robes imperial purple and red dressed in the trappings of some ancient king his tight formless face matched with gray hair “although for a very different reason then you think” he said as his form finally finished and he stood before the emperor.

Vader moved to attack but Sidious gestured and he stopped in his tracks The Emperors personal guards stopped as did the numerous storm troopers that seemed to appear with their commanders. Sidious walked forward raising his hands

The Ancient changeling made a gesture of his own.

And in that instant lightening flowed out towards the changeling and it happened. The great clash of philosophies was given physical personification when the Emperor of the known universe lord of the dark side of the force challenged the elder god of the Pantheon of cosmic order.

[sonofccn]

YOU CAN'T STOP NOW!

I mean right when Palpy and the Ancient one get ready to throw down you just end your chapter! Thats inhuman!:)

Also with Thanagar and Jaxor I can't help but feel there's a little Inglorious Basterd Imperial addition in them along with Patton. Good stuff.

[Praeothmin]

Still not enough Klingons... :)

Me wantz MOAR!!!

YOU CAN'T STOP NOW!

I mean right when Palpy and the Ancient one get ready to throw down you just end your chapter! Thats inhuman!:)

It could'a been worse, HE COULD'A KILLED A CHARACTER YOU LIKED... ;)





But seriously, sonofccn is right, you can't stop now, that's heartless... :)

[Admiral Breetai]

you guys called me heartless thinking that you'd end up waiting a few weeks for an update but no siree!! I am a humane compassionate man after all. Here you guys go..the battle between the Master of the known universe and the head honcho of the living gods!

As well as the opening salvo in the battle between Guylos and Ackbar

as to Sonofccn Thanagar and Jaxor do indeed have some inglorious bastard in them as well as Patton..but mostly I'm basing most of what Thanagar is doing off William Sherman Thanagar is essentially a vulgar fatter less racist version of The man who marched to the sea.

Preo hope you enjoy the fight scene as well you may get to see Im'pec throw down in a future chapter soon.

"I was there when they fought I remember it now as clearly as I did as a youth, many of the Emperors most trusted legions converted to the path of the founders I hear, it maybe true but to me it smells of heresy I do know for my part there myself and many of my men fell to our knees and took the Emperor for as god that day" Unknown storm trooper

Endor -

Darth Vader’s thoughts wandered back to his youth, when words once uttered in a high speed chase about surpassing master Yoda uttered by a young fool the same thoughts had been said of Palpatine as the same young fool cleaved his lightsaber through Master Cin Drallig’s chest on the steps of the Jedi Temple all those years ago. Lord Vader now a twisted half man watched with bitter resentment and hatred as his master once again made him appear to be nothing more than an angry soul lashing out against the storms.

The force lightening that collided with the Ancient One packed enormous power, as the old priestly Changeling braced himself and stood by the assault his hands calmly held out in front of him, the ancient founder felt the energies coursing through his amber body he felt the intoxicating dark side energies seep into his body. Destructive essentially psionic steroids he quickly understood why a solid could throw himself into the practice and manipulation of such energies even though he himself would not need to partake in it after all, was he not a founder?

The old one let out a sigh of effort as the energies began gathering in the palm of his hands as the dark lord blasted them towards him energies channeling through him like a lightening rod. Ancient and grim the founder turned now pointing his index and middle finger forward and in a violent and thunderous roars the force lightening now condensed exploded back towards the Dark lord who let out a roar of effort as he launched his hands forward the lightening smashing into his palms and deflecting violently shattering glass damaging windows emergency lights kicked in Vader guarded himself with the force and protected those around him.

Sidious let out a hiss and launched his hand forward the ancient one shook and his body was launched violently through the durasteel doors launching the changeling into a command area scattering dozens of soldiers and technicians.

From his position with the various generals and Moff’s Grand Admiral Oswald Teshik turned and eyed the scene with absolute wonder and awe showing in the face of the other wise cold and stoic Grand Admiral.

Sidious cackled as he walked forward “I ask again” he said “is this, the limit of the power of the vaunted living gods? The master of cosmic order?” he said laughing as he stalked forward “your holy emissary Vi’retess is truly serving the wrong master “

“is he” the old Changeling asked rising a simple mimicry of the right cells in the brain and he extended his palm as he did so he unleashed a powerful telekinetic wave which lifted the dark lord of the sith into the air pinning him to the wall in a crucifix like pose, the area around them both became cold metal doors heaved as the two powerful beings struggled with each other. Sidious had begun to attempt to assault the Ancient ones mind and he countered by casting forward illusions of pain and unending agony to which Sidious with a hideous laugh countered conjuring forth powerful emotions projecting doubt and fear assaulted the old shape shifters mind with taunting images of failure as he slowly powered through the ancient ones telekinetic hold before launching a metal pipe through the changelings chest the force of which broke his effort and in an instant Sidious was on him lightening shot forward from his hands smashing into the creature who liquefied in seconds and then rose again a massive torrent of fire that rose to the very heights of the massive command platform to below scattering storm trooper and imperial officers, the heat was such that the armor of an old TIE fighter melted off and one trooper was burned until his bones smoldered.

Vader threw up a protective wall of the force guarding himself and the Grand Admirals as well as the others present, flames burned around them twisting and turning and the only thing that parted those fires was the Emperor who stood like a grim tree in the face of an overwhelming storm his robes billowing in the heat his marred and twisted face gazing intently around him he smiled and then reached out his arms and the fire seemed to pull towards him as he began gathering the changeling ripping it forward compressing it channeling it the creature in it’s state did not seem to resist “Demon I name you Dark God fallen and maligned” he roared “I will cleanse you from this station and consecrate it’s ground none of your kind shall ever again set foot in it ” he said his voice wavering the true actor playing the part before the proverbial camera of a defiant and resolute monk combating the horrors the darkness. He drew the fire towards his hands and it condensed into a bright tight orb he let out a groan of effort and launched it towards the window nearby it dispersed with a sudden wave of heat and Sidious began laughing.

Then the room went dark as again air seemed to form the old changelings’ physical form he smiled down at Palpatine “do not presume your majesty that you can stand before a god powerful as you are and proclaim yourself master here without challenge” he said drawing a hand forward the cool of the air grew as the changeling used his abilities to mimic telepathy once again ripping water molecules out of the air mixing with his own essence he launched forward a wave of the fluids

Hundreds of gallons of water barreled toward the dark lord who merely laughed “oh you seek to drown me do you cheap wizard? How provincial” he said launching a wave of telekinetic energies forward smashing into the water which parted spilling over the side of the platform flowing around them

“Oh no” The Ancient one said “I wouldn’t kill you with something so provincial” he smirked letting the implication sink in to an enraged Sidious who launched force lightening towards him. The ancient one grinned converting his body to gas and with him the fluids. Sidious eyes widened damn him!

The explosion was massive it tore down a few bridges ripped into the walls launched Grand Admiral Teshik and Lord Vader several feet through the air, it killed several nearby Sidious fell gripping the edge of the bridge and looked around he had been in this situation once before with master Yoda and once again he was here and disliked it intensely channeling his rage he sought to pull himself back up but felt his body yanked by a strong force of wind and realized the changeling was coiling around him and tore him towards the cold and hard floor, rage overwhelmed him and he unloaded a wave of dark side lightening that dispersed the gaseous form landing with a thud Sidious rolled wasting no time he reached out with the force and yanked the founder towards him and swung forward his hand which ignited in a loud and powerful burst of force lightening.

The Ancient one was knocked back slowly reforming this time but standing again grim and tall he smiled “though powerful you maybe old mystic conjurer of lightening and storm” he said “you are not a god” he said “I am forever and can fight you long after your body rots after time devours your very soul” he said Sidious burned with rage “and you false one have failed here in your goal here” the emperor roared as he let out a growl of effort and hurled forward one of the molten TIE’s which smashed violently into the Ancient One a quick manipulation of it’s fuel lines caused a violent explosion and in the miasma of wreckage and flame a hideous amber sludge rose up twisted and shaking until he suddenly saw a massive form rise up knocking away the TIE smashing it and slowly formed a huge Dragon like creature made of ash and fire and seemingly shadow itself. Sidious stood undaunted and as the creature lunged toward him gaping jawed Sidious launched a telepathic wave of debris and corpses towards it smashing it backwards before he again attempted to take control of the creature who railed against his offenses exploded in a wave of fire and kinetic force which launched the dark lord back again though he was able to deflect again the flames which sputtered and sprayed about. Palpatines counter came in the form of ripping rigging down upon the coalescing fires which swiftly wrapped about them surging through and wrapping around it launching molten slag towards the emperor. Storm troopers flinched and called out Teshik watched with interest and Vader looked on almost wishing it were so but Sidious with a firm gesture dropped the flaming debris and again smashed the flaming mass into the wall where it was pinned writhing. Sidious came up now launching force lightening towards it, a condensed concentrated charge that smashed into it causing a massive explosion.

Sidious again stood laughing before he felt himself lurch again by the air itself which was swiftly form into a gigantic serpent which coiled around him pinning him to the floor, one storm trooper moved to open fire the snake turned and in a flash the trooper was on fire. The distraction was enough for the dark lord rip molten slag forward decapitating the beast, As the amber sludge moved around him to rejoin the head Sidious jumped to his feet and open fire wasting him no time molten slag smashed the form again and it seemed to rail against it before taking the form of a small rodent like creature that ran off in his direction growing and growing until it became a huge feline like beast that tore through the air lunging for the dark lord who batted it away with the force the creature landed quickly becoming a swarm of venomous insects who flew in the thousands towards Sidious who created a wall of force smashing them splattering them until amber colored slime covered an invisible wall the slime quickly turned into toxic gas. Sidious held his breath using the force to immunize himself before dispersing it in a wave of telekinetic fury.

Gas became water which froze solid and launched thousands of spikes made of ice at the dark lord who redirected them smashing them into burning metal which caused a wave of angry steam to retaliate Sidious let out a cry of rage as he was partially burned and threw back the steam which began again to form a ferocious beast then when it’s neck was snapped lightsabers that danced independently of one another kept at bay by light force pushes until Sidious tripped and was nearly impaled if not for a last minute force push. He rose up again haggard now breathing heavily the Ancient One slowly took form again standing there his eyes gazing deeply at the Dark Lord the two began to prepare for one final move one final attack to finish this clash between god and dark lord.

Vader twisted in his suit he had no felt such power from the old man not since his fight with Yoda he was pouring everything into this last attack and as he was now maimed and weak it was more then he ever could hope to muster. Rage filled him as he thought back to Padme and their children the life that he could have had, had he not chose the coward’s way out and for a brief moment something other than fury broke through his dark armor.

Then it happened and their energies collided and the world went black

Imperial research station 1-1-7 DELTA

Grand Admiral Guylos and Martio Batch stood on the command tower of the pride as Grant sat in his chair they eyed the sensor platform as dozens of vessels began moving around assuming attack position. Suddenly several Mon Calamari cruisers exited hyperspace along with two hundred fighters and several frigates. They began opening fire long before they got within range of imperial guns the velocity of the firing the swift repetition caused the fat GA to frown “they’ve been making interest improvements” he said

Guylos nodded “can the Pride match their range?” he asked Batch nodded “all gunners open fire now” he said “move us forward protect the station”

Several seconds later the independent jumped out and immediately began belching out Ion weaponry with aid from the Urr which was doing the same. Red ionized bolts smashed into the stations massive sides ripping into it as well as causing several vessels to die in space turbo laser fire joined primitive pulse phasers that fired off ripping into various vessels as they began launching their fighters.

Garros frowned as his ship shook “look at the size of that monster” he said “alright men focus on the imperial star destroyers you let Home One do her thing” he said he thought about it “come Ackbar where are you” he though

Aboard the Pride

One of the Communications officers turned around alarmed “subspace disturbance detected!” he yelled Guylos nodded “show me” he ordered. Then he saw it a large Mon Cal cruiser exited hyperspace larger than normal it was shining and new, its hull glinted as armor shone in the reflection of lights and a faint bluish shield stopped proton torpedoes. Almost immediately beam weapons and turbo lasers ripped through space smashing into the Pride and the station which shook violently as it brought the remainder of the fleet to bare against the imperial fleet Guylos nodded “she’s tough enough to make a go at the pride “he said “bring is forward get us into knife fight range” he said “let’s see how tough she is”

Grant eyed him “sir the ship is new” he said but nodded at least they would draw fire away from the station.

Captain Wedge Antilles zipped through space in his new X-wing detachment accompanied by a dozen B wings they slipped along dodging and weaving between fire weapons lancing out against them. Wedge lost a B wing but not before it cut down a dozen TIES’s he zipped around watching the major vessels slug it out, already one of their ships was on fire and burning. He got on the Com to the Admiral “Home one this is Rogue leader do you need some help?” he asked Ackbar replied “Rogue Leader this is Home One negative mission change do as much damage to the station and it’s projects as you can then prepare to retreat”

“Sir I want permission to make a bombing run on that massive SSD they are building” he asked “you have it may the force be with you”

Wedge nodded and then called over the Com “alright pilots we’re going in and we’re going to pass between those gigantic rings “he said dipping and weaving through weapons fire as he watched The Pride and Home One duel each other in a deadly game. A beam weapon lancing out vivisected one of Home Ones escorts as Guylos and Ackbar began competing for the better formations in a battle of maneuvers with very little firing.

Wedge shook his head the arm chair Admirals played strategy games while his own slugged it out in violent duels. He opened fire blowing away an imperial TIE interceptor and moved along with several older Y Wings the group began making a run for the imperial stations anti fighter weapons and defenses launching a half dozen proton missiles that tore into one of the stations proton launchers. The sphere seemed to become engulfed in fire as a large section was torn off. Wedge and his fighters dipped along the explosion dancing around the massive column of fire as his squadron fought it out with desperate TIE’s trying to defend their station.

One Y wing was smashed by an advanced bomber and the two collided in flames. Wedge had heard of the suicide tactics but never witnessed it until now. “alright The Imperials have gone crazy boys form up behind me and move forward stay smart and start raking fire along the “wings” of the station as we move to take that big bastard out. Hit the observation decks “

he ordered “Sir the impies are gonna get mighty upset” “they already are, boys this is a complete mess we’re gonna have to fight dirty to make it through this”

[Praeothmin]

Finally... :)

Nice, I almost hope the founder wins, then Darth Vader can kill it and rule the Galaxy... MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... Err, I mean, yeah...

And I hope this because Im'Pec vs Vader would be Im'pic... I mean, epic... :)

[sonofccn]

Thank you. That was great!.

Go Emperor! Strike down the false-god, crush it as your vast armies shall the legions of Xenos who pray to the charlaton.

[Admiral Breetai]

Finally... :)

Nice, I almost hope the founder wins, then Darth Vader can kill it and rule the Galaxy... MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... Err, I mean, yeah...

And I hope this because Im'Pec vs Vader would be Im'pic... I mean, epic... :)

Im'pec and Rainbird are due for a little brothers of destruction moment on the Dominion army first..should they survive of course.

you guys might be surprised at how the battle concludes

Thank you. That was great!.

Go Emperor! Strike down the false-god, crush it as your vast armies shall the legions of Xenos who pray to the charlaton.

the imperial news network must spread the glory of that fight..should it ever be declassified

[Admiral Breetai]

new chapter is up Guylos pulls a fast one..Teshik rediscovers his humanity..and The Emperor and Vader both get incredibly messed up

Ancient one survived but is weakened by the fight..Vi'retess works his BSing skills on some gods...Ackbar fights dirty..and I move the story along

hope you like! Next chapters gonna include imperial news and Klingons

We gather here on this great day to form a union one that shall never falter, we take the first brave steps into a new world and from the ashes of this war from oppression and death we will crawl back to the stars again we will survive we will endure, united now as brothers and nothing shall shake those bonds, though in the future they maybe tested and pulled at they will merely be tempered made stronger and soon they will grow to unite the entire solar system and one day the entire Galaxy and one day if we're lucky the cosmos! First United Earth President (and last US president) Mark Ruiz upon the foundation of the EU government six months after the over throw of Khan Sing and the end of world war 3

Imperial Research station


Aboard the independent Garros was sitting back sweat beading down his head as his vessel shook in another violent exchange of fire between himself and the two imperial star destroyers he was currently locked in battle with. The Urr was engaging the gunboats and fighters with the aid of several rebel corvettes he envied her assignment, the battle between them would be over soon and she would be aiding Home One in her righteous assault on the trio of Grand Admirals.

“Status?” he asked “shields down to 70 percent we’ve got some damage to armor and several of our medium turbo laser batteries have been knocked offline” one aid said another chimed in “we’re out of proton torpedoes “ Garros nodded and then looked up “those photonic warheads we have in stock” he asked his vessel shook again one of the aids frowned “we have a hundred of them sir but the targeting sensor tech has not meshed well with our targeting sensors we need to get within a dozen meters or so” Garros frowned taking new technology into battle like this was an annoyance he didn’t need now not when Rebel ships were dropping out of the stars like flies and imperial vessels burned but held fast. “Transfer power to shields and get me within firing range of those two vessels I want to see just what those photonic warheads can do” he said they nodded slowly the Independent moved forward her weapons ceasing fire as she converted as much power as she could spare to her shielding the two ISD’s made brave by her silence moved forward flanked by several gunboats which began duping their pay load into shields. She shook hard Garros held firm “closing, closing” “we’re in range” “let them taste anti matter” he ordered

From the nose of the independent bright orange lights shot out that smashed into the ISD’s their shields buckling under the strain, armor splintered and began to vaporize the ship smoked as fire burned out of her innards she listed to the side smashing into a frigate before everything went black and the gigantic pride of the imperial fleet listed to the side and died floating in space. The second ISD had worse luck while her sister could be salvaged a stray torpedo flew into her massive hangar bay colliding with the fuel for the TIE’s and the bombers proton missiles, the vessel seemed to convulse arch her spine and snap in half with a violent explosion the gunboats frantically tried getting out of the way but were also gunned down in short order.

Aboard the Pride Guylos frowned he was loosing a third vessel on his right but the large giant kept dueling with Home One “she’s in good shape “he said “I estimate her to be on par with a Dominion cruiser one of the big ones, historically it takes two or three SSD’s to bring one down without it being MAD” Grand Admiral Batch said Grant smirked and the pride was matching her “nice to see she is a vessel worthy of her name”

“sir do we call for the twelve ISD’s in the next system?” an aid asked Guylos shook his head “Ackbar knows he’ll be overwhelmed even if he manages to cripple the station The independence and Urr wont last much longer they can manage to die in battle with our fleet but as long as this stalemate between us continues” he said as sparks erupted behind them the Grand Admirals eyed the burning consol and then focused on the battle “he’ll loose his men and then have to face what’s left of the stations defenses and the Pride” he said

Grant nodded “so this is a trap meant to gauge us?” he asked “and to send a message I would think” he said and then laughed “Ackbar has improved since the clone wars” Batch said “I recall his tactics being amateurish at best” Grant nodded “and now he’s making veiled threats to Vi’retess while baiting us” he said calmly

“Let us wait “Guylos said “until he calls for his “

Rogue Squadron

Wedge turned his fighter at the last minute avoiding a turbo laser bolt before zooming down and strafing the engines of an imperial frigate one of his fighters dumped a proton warhead right into an engine, the vessel split in half evenly down the middle a clean kill the first he had ever seen done by a fighter. He’d buy that one a drink when they were back on Home One. Several B wings flanked rogue their weaponry was a bit more powerful than an X wing and the way they spun and turned was odd to him, they looked comical yet were dangerous little glass canons that ripped into the enemy. This one zipped along the station ignoring the ships before depositing it’s missiles right through the window of one of the long round semi circles, the explosion utterly gutted the circle he could see hundreds of little objects flying out he realized many of them were people others were various objects

“Commander Antilles this is Decker I’m gonna take my boys on a run of those mirror factories you wanna lead this dance?”

Wedge grinned Decker was the captain of Green squadron he was an adrenaline junky and a first rate fighter courteous if a bit vulgar “no you take the dance I’m going for the buffet” he said “attention all other squads make a run for the imperial vessels let’s see if we can’t soften them up”

Commander Decker lead a company of twelve Y wings and seven B wings on the run towards the large spire that made up the body of the station ducking down the long needle like shaft. “watch out for anti fighter flack boys” he ordered spinning his ship and positioning the missile launchers on the reader, a massive blue turbo laser bolt smashed into the station a thousand meters ahead of them shields rippling in all directions two massive ion canons fired with the stations defenses at rebel vessels, a Y wing suddenly went up in flames and Deck looked up and saw them..Seven TIE interceptors and six bombers moved forward at speeds that closed the range gap too quickly for most of his men to respond.

Watkins his wingman went up in flames the “wing” of his fighter smashing into a TIE knocking it into the station. Decker smirked “men I want you to scatter” he said “now” “sir? We’re out numbered” “now” he ordered the fleet broke like a swarm branching into a dozen smaller engagements two more TIE Fighter groups came up moving towards them Deck jerked suddenly banking hard and then going for them solo, the interceptor not able to maneuver in time smashed into the main ion canon knocking it out, the few remaining that were chasing him began firing furiously at him, he slipped and bobbed through the fire his shield taking a hit only once much to his own satisfaction

He came now within a thousand meters of the squadrons “computer rig a proton missile for proximity burst” he ordered as they drew closer he grinned at four hundred meters he opened fire still outside of their range the proton missile soared towards them before exploding thunderously scarcely a meter from the TIE’s who had moved around it, the explosion tore apart several of them crippling another

Decker grinned he was right his enemies got furious and just wildly opened fire on him, Deck used the new improvements from the Dominion to his advantage dropped suddenly “down” his pursuing TIE’s were shot to pieces by their own comrades before they could escape and Deck was quickly behind them tearing into the last of the squadron before moving to aid his men who were quickly setting up the trap, more TIE’s had joined their pursuers believing these to be easy prey they thought to destroy the fighters and focus on the capital ships. “alright boys now” he ordered scattered and scared suddenly became furious and ready as the B and Y’s flew up into the air and turned rather suddenly at speeds the imperial fighters not upgraded couldn’t cope with, lasers tore tem apart and impacted against the large station. Decker turned heading down towards the fabrication section for the mirrors for the super lasers, his vessels dumped their payloads and fire erupted.

Wedge flinched as everything went white and a bright beam weapon tore out from the Pride and smashed into Home One, the large vessel shaking her shields failing down her spine fire erupting. She bit back in equally vicious fashion as a beam weapon of her own ripped into the side of the Pride causing a nasty gash. “We need to get out of here let the caps handle the caps” he ordered before firing one last proton missile at the shield tower of an ISD before heading towards the station to assist with the attack. Wedge looked up and saw the massive construction of the Wrath “by the force that thing is massive” he said fighters fell in around him he saw that the huge SSD was moored with massive cables and that at least over a kilometer of her was exposed frame and not even machinery and equipment. Her long massive spine ran through the ship and with the other exposed innards gave the impression of an ancient fossil of some great Dragon, hunter of his ancestors no doubt. “alright go in target the exposed super structure fire” he ordered loudly, proton torpedoes and photonic warheads smashed against the great cables two collided with the dormant engines ripping one of the massive ion engines out tearing what little armor had been placed on that section, they strafed her violently fire began to burn “we’re approaching the skeleton now boss”

“Cut her in half” Wedge ordered.

Whoever the hell that fighter Captain was, he was a genius Guylos though as he watched dozens of proton torpedoes unload and rip his yet unfinished flagship clean in half as mooring and rigging and all manner of support beams tore off a fuel line for the various external construction ships ignited fire burned along her side and Guylos nodded to a vessel that might now never be. Turning he ordered the Pride to back up give them some distance and move closer to the station.

Batch cursed loudly “it will take months to repair that hulk!!” he roared eying Guylos “what are you so content about?” he snapped “only that I’ve done that exact same tactic before during the clone wars in fact it got me my first command” he said before waking forward “begin evacuation of the station” he said simply “begin a downloading of all essential files order the astromechs to take all possible data and erase the computers” he looked over at Batch “how many of the experimental anti matter warheads did you make?” he asked “two dozen” he said eying him Guylos nodded “instruct your men to place them near the reactor and arm them” he said before looking up at Home One “Ackbar thinks he can play politics with Vi’retess and use the empire as a messenger” he said his voice hot with fire “I’ve got to much self respect and pride to allow it” he said “order all remaining imperial ships to facilitate the evacuation” he said

Grant eyed him he had an idea of what the man was planning but he didn’t like it, boldness of that kind was not the tool of a noble. “Shall I order the pride into knife fighting distance then?” he asked

Guylos grinned “hardly” he said “I’m not crazy like Thanagar” he said looking out at the viewing screen “target every single Rebel ship prepare for a micro-jump I want to come out right behind Home One” he said Grant sighed “I see “ he said “we’re doing that then?”

Guylos grinned “oh come now where’s your sense of adventure” “in the body of a younger officer” he said simply “where yours should be” Guylos smirked “ready?” he asked one of the aids who nodded “calculations in targets, acquired”

“Jump”

Home One-

Admiral Ackbar nearly yelled in surprise when the massive SSD speed up suddenly and seemed as though it was going to ram him, in that instant it vanished and his brain had begun to process just what had happened that the man was crazy enough to try a micro-jump, what appeared to be an after image slammed into his vessel and the sensors for a brief second registered two Prides, and just as the computers began to beep loudly announcing a hyperspace jump something smashed into the rear of his vessel violently tearing into the sides

The independent caught fire in several sections her engines knocked out a large section of her hull broke off crashing into the Urr which nearly split in half under the fire.

It was then that Ackbar heard the warnings when the computer blared about how something was exiting hyperspace behind them. One of his Mon Cal cruisers exploded and Ackbar ordered Home One to be turned around


From the independents floor Garros raised up wiping blood from his lips his crew bravely ran and moved them away from fire and began engaging again “did this maniac just micro-jump us? How is that even possible with a ship that large? Who ever is in command is insane” he roared

“sir the Urr is dead in space engines down and their reporting massive damage to their hull and a hundred casualties” Garros cursed “move to cover the Urr “ “we can’t our engines are down “

Garros sat back in his command chair “fire everything at that monster” he ordered

Aboard home one Ackbar flinched at the damage he saw he had at least two casualties on the bridge and about a dozen burned and wounded. “Call for our reinforcements” he ordered in a frantic voice, the commander of the imperial forces couldn’t have been Martio Batch he was a research scientist not an actual field commander. Someone else had to have been in charge some one who was pure combat but who? “What fleet do those vessels belong too?” he asked after a quick scan “the core guard Grand Admiral Octavian Grant” he said Ackbar frowned “no he isn’t in command I know how Grant fights this isn’t him” then he paused and he was filled with dread for a moment “the ram” he said one of the other Rebel officers eyed him “are you sure?” Ackbar nodded “it would explain why Grand Admiral Guylos kept Thanagar out of the war if he was waiting for the advanced fleet to be built?” he said the vessel shook again violently before he could think further and he quickly turned ordering Home One to move into knife fighting range until reinforcements arrived.

Aboard the pride

Octavian Grant breathed a sigh of relief once he realized he was still able to breathe and eyed an aid “you there boy” he shouted “status of the enemy” “they are down one command ship and four frigates, two others are disabled though making repairs they’re fighters are” Grant turned ignoring him and eying Guylos “I trust you have properly expelled your yearning for a mid life crisis?” he asked in a dead panned voice.

Grinning Guylos turned ordering a technician to contact the fleet “all vessels are reporting full Grand Admiral” Guylos nodded Martio Batch nodded and issued the commands to the base its self destruct beginning.

Guylos stood up making his way to the viewing screen the ship shook under the abuse and fired back without mercy. “He’s likely called for his friends” he said deciding to buy time. “Hail Admiral Ackbar” he ordered.

Home one had just used the transporters for the first time beaming supplies and equipment to the Urr, the independent having restored her jump drive and engines was now failing with the Urr in tow, Wedges fighters had broken off to engage the imperial vessels again and Ackbar sat back in his seat “the station is crippled, imperial forces are evacuating and he is staying?” he asked he must have known if they continued the fight both would be destroyed or Ackbars reinforcements would arrive and make short work of him but if it was who he thought it was then Ackbar knew to prepare for a fight. “Sir we’re being hailed” Ackbar frowned that didn’t match what he remembered about Thanagar during the clone wars, could be the other?

“On screen” he said the image of a tall well fit man with dirty blond hair and a thick mustache appeared, Ackbar let out a breath Grand Admiral Guylos? “You’ve grown a mustache” he commented “I was told it looked dignified” he said Ackbar nodded “it does” he said “and you Admiral you’ve done pretty well for yourself being made commander of the entire rebel fleet more or less?” he asked Ackbar nodded “I wish I was home”

Guylos nodded “as do I” he said Ackbar frowned “really? You do? Siding with the empire? Do you remember Alderan? Didn’t you have a women there during the clone wars?” he asked that cut Guylos pretty deep his one instance of infidelity was a source of personal shame , his indiscretion was now forever burned into cosmic ash. “Would Master Yoda be proud of what you have become” he asked Guylos eyes narrowed “spare me your sanctimony you damn hypocrite” he spat “you want to lecture me about my crimes?” he asked “what about you? You who have aided the Dominion in their infiltration of this Galaxy!” he snapped “who have done nothing while they murder civilians! Did you see what they did to Byss?”

“Byss was a natural disaster” Ackbar said “no” Guylos said “it was a Dominion weapon deployed against a planet whose only crime was being chosen by the emperor as a vacation resort” “there is no such weapon in the entire universe that can destroy stars”

“You’re wrong” Guylos said calmly “either way” Ackbar said as reinforcements arrived and began moving into position around the station and the pride “you’re surrounded surrender do not waste your life here”

Guylos looked at the sensor projections the ships under belly was not covered he nodded and looked up “No I wont be surrendering” he said calmly his eyes burning “but I wont fight to the end either neither of us believes in such tactics any ways” he said “take this back to Vi’retess” he said “don’t assume for a second that you have control” he snapped cutting off the signal. With that the vessel dropped down at maximum velocity before making a quick jump.

Ackbar turned eying the station and his vessel “”all fighters return to Home One” he ordered “all vessels prepare to jump, now, now!!” he yelled only too late the station seemed to shake violently before a massive white and blue light engulfed Home One


Endor – same time

Everything had gone black for him, he felt blinding pain and then numbness and the darkness took him once again. Oswald Teshik was sure that he had been maimed again; once more he would need prosthetic parts and be again shunned for his appearance. He had been a vibrant and social creature once a rising star in the imperial navy, until the very battle that got him promoted to Grand Admiral melted off a piece of his face stole his arm and legs now broken and deformed alone and abandoned by his contacts, his friends his wife he was left cold antisocial and despotic leader. No more did great parties or contests occupy his time he shunned all visitors and hold up in his quarters when not commanding a grim and vicious creature. That was what he believed the universe to be, until he felt warm hands around him lifting him into the air Grand Admiral sir are you okay?” the voice boomed like thunder “sir “ another called “are you okay” again it made his head hurt and he tried to bat them away but he realized his robotic arm was torn off. His cyborg eye was not working as well and his other eye had blood covering it, something put a cool cloth on him and he looked up now able to see that the blood was gone. It was two men dressed in poor working class garments with the grayish green vests the imperial corpse of engineers gave to the common nobody workers they often hired for such projects he wasn’t even a member of the imperial services. Yet this no one rescued him risked his life to do so, he felt himself warm slightly internally and looked at them “I am fine I need repairs but I am fine” he said then eyed the scene and gasped, Lord Vader was being lifted by a medical cart a breathing machine wrapped around his neck, his helmet was shattered one of his arms ripped off and his robotic legs were both destroyed, what was left of him was bleeding profusely. Teshik scanned the area and saw that Grand Admiral Declann was present as well his chest was torn wide open and he was lying crushed under tons and tons of rubble. He turned eying Sate Pestage lay impaled and dead blood and tattered robes floated in space outside of a massive twenty meter wide hole torn into the side of the command tower, he gaped at the corpses floating trying to find The Emperors imperial bureaucracy had been slaughtered tonight The Emperors right hand lay in a coma and he could not find the Emperor? “Oh no” one called Teshik immediately turned and saw a blood covered robe and a hand hanging out over a pile of rubble

Teshik heard himself call out for a medic as dozens of imperial officers convened on the area and fell to their knees at the sight.

Allied Starbase Red Dawn – two hours later

Vi’retess beamed aboard and walked along the hallway being handed various reports he hurried in a rush dismissing anything being handed to him as he made his way quickly turned a very restricted area. Vi’retess skidded to a stop eying Ar’tech newly cloned his conscience transferred he seemed effected deeply his moral blown, Vi’retess eyed him viciously and the now somewhat tame Vorta under lord bowed his head, a whimper was heard and Vi’retess turned eying Seksill, in bright red robes as usual. He was the Vorta in charge of resources monetary or other wise supervising everything from the command of the massive shipyards to maintaining economic dominance to administrating the taxes and tributes kicked back from subjugated races in this galaxy, While a loyal servant to the founders. Seksill was like Ar’tech fiercely ambitious and had for centuries upon centuries strived against Vi’retess for every position of power and now the most coveted, to oversee this new era and rule as the Ancient Ones right hand. The source of much of Vi’retess strength came from his unusual mind but also the faith and loyalty the Ancient one had in him their near friendship, the eldest of the living gods had gone off to do battle against the emperor of the known universe to learn of their location the secrets that they had all made war for. Vi’retess had the trust and confidence of the remaining four of the oldest changelings and many of the younger ones but it was not the same as the bond he had with the Ancient One, this position Seksill or Ar’tech (though unlikely) could undermine given enough time. Though he was the most powerful Vorta in the Dominion with the possible demise of his master nothing was set in stone and Vi’retess disliked the possibility of him having to divert effort and mental resources to combating intrigue in his own government in the middle of such a war.

As they kept walking Seksill whimpered and sneered as he so always did especially when around the fat one and his chief rival the preacher for he knew it enraged them both “Shut your mouth” hissed Ar’tech “MMmmmmm why I wonder are we called here, perhaps a death has occurred?” he asked “gods keep their own buried” Vi’retess answered “we are not worthy of partaking in their glorious rights”

As they walked towards the room it opened a vast room, with many Dominion idols, Jem’Hadar and a myriad of the conscript and servant races that chose to adopt the religion of the gods of order came to pray to hear sermons from Vi’retess when he had the time, they had even noticed some rebel troops coming lately. But now it was silent and dark candle light burned and flicked as the shadows moved. Vi’retess bowed “have you heard from him yet” a voice asked to the group gathered “no I have not”

“we felt their battle” a voice female now replied “it was a great conflict, greater then we had anticipated” “a challenge” another said “if he is lost” another added “we may have to consider abandoning the great project “ I would not fail his memory” Vi’retess said humbly “mmmhmm, indeed none of us would” Seksill said with a smile

Vi’retess bowed prostrating himself “I was ordered to carry out a great distraction while bringing order to a chaotic galaxy freeing the denizens from tyranny and corruption if you wish to return home I will activate the self destruction on Leviathan as soon as the last of you is left” he turned eying his two rivals “and I will remain myself to make sure that none of our technology is yielded to the enemy and that The Ancient One gains a most magnificent funeral pyre”

“A Funeral Pyre eh?” the voice came from the altar where a holographic projector was, it came to life revealing a purple robed changeling sitting in an imperial shuttle Vi’retess smiled “only the very greatest in the history of the cosmos” The Ancient changeling laughed “I shall return in a day “ he said “rest assured I live”

“We had not felt your presence for some time nor do we feel it now” the female voice spoke “nor would you I am hiding myself’ he said in a falsely sincere tone “I am going to the mid rims to collect the fallen and I will return to Red Dawn” he said
“Who fell there that must be returned to us?” one voice asked “she who was youngest among our generation” “they call her murderer McKenzie the God slayer "

"they glorify our deaths?" the female voice spoke "Vi'retess when the time comes you are to make them pay..do you understand me?"

'they will atone for their sins I swear it"

[Praeothmin]

Cool destruction scene...

I hope Wedge isn't dead though...

And I knew you couldn't kill a God... :)

[Khas]

My one complaint is about the timeline in the Intro. Khan was defeated in the Eugenics Wars of the 1990s. World War III took place between 2026 and 2053.

[Praeothmin]

You Timeline Nazi, you... :)