With a flicker of
pseudomotion the grey hull of a Rendili StarDrive
Assault Frigate fills a previously empty section of
space in deep orbit of the planet of Chandrila. Already
charged and prepared for battle, a slight static flicker
shows the telltale signs of shields being raised up over
its highly irregular shape, power levels raising as the
main and secondary weapon systems come alive. As if
following their parent to a destination a smattering of
supporting craft also lance into positions surrounding
the ship, formed in a dagger formation pointing toward
the planet's surface.
Captain Dartanyn sighed gently and nodded down to his
crew on the bridge of the Singularity, acknowledging
their announcement that they had arrived. "Let's make
sure everybody is in formation. Request a call from all
ships on their readiness status. Begin long range active
scans, I want to know what we're up against on this side
of the planet. And find me a whale to hunt."
The crew was already bustling around the bridge
frantically, the first time for many of them in a battle
such as this. 'Aye, Captain' ringing out from various
stations returned his orders, which brought a slight
grin to his face before he set himself on the screen he
had prepared for tactical display of the battle.
Thinking to himself, "Shall we earn our stripes today,
frigate Blue Haven had nearly reached its destination.
Soon, the Imperials above Chandrila would find
themselves facing one heck of a surprise attack. Between
the first attack from the Squadrons and the infiltration
mission, which had successfully taking out an Imperial
cruiser, the odds had been evened. Commander Iyah Xergo
stood aboard the bridge of her ship. It had been some
time since she was involved in a space battle. After
Alderaan's destruction, most of her job had been to
recruit new Rebels. People were bitter following that
traumatic event. Indeed, her ship gained many recruits
in that day. But, today was for something different.
Her thoughts idled
off to that of her daughter, whom she had not stopped
worrying about since deciding to start trouble in her
fiance's half-brother's sector. She thought of how much
she wanted to have a tea party with her young
arrived," one of the yeomen informed her. She rose from
her thoughts and pushed them aside. This was a time for
war, not memories. "Phone in to Captain Dartanyn." She
commanded, waiting for a moment until they were
transmitting to him. "Commander Xergo here with the Blue
Haven. We are ready to go." She reported simply.
Omenode Phelps stood aboard the bridge of the Victory
II-class Star Destroyer Aggriever, having recently been
ordered to move half his forces to the nebula perimeter.
"Sir, Rebel ship emerging from the nebula!" his tactical
officer announced from down in the crew pit. "Just as
predicted," the admiral said confidently, as he walked
along the catwalk that passed over the crew pits. "Order
the fleet into defensive position and deploy TIE
fighters!" he ordered down to the tactical officer,
before walking towards the viewport to watch the ships
move into action. In the distance he could see the Rebel
ships beginning to appear, while his two squadrons of
capital ships positioned themselves between the nebula
and the planet Chandrila. "If they want to help their
traitorous friends on Chandrila then they'll have to get
through us," he declared to his crew, as he folded his
hands behind his back.
Two squadrons of Imperial warships totaling nearly 40
began to move into position. From the four Victory-class
Star Destroyers two squadrons each of standard TIE
fighters began to pour out of the hangers began heading
towards the Rebel fleet. "Fighters launching, sir," the
tactical officer replied, as the holotank began to
provide a real time representation of the entire
battlefield. "And I suppose you'd better inform the
Governor," he said to the tactical officer, who then
began to transfer the holotank data over towards the
command ship a sector away. As the Imperial forces moved
into standoff position morale among the crew was mixed.
The loss of so many ships to the Y-wing bombers in the
last battle was still fresh in their minds.
operators of the Singularity double-checked their data
and even looked for anomalies before reporting back to
the Captain on the makeup of the enemy fleet. Rhobert
stared for a few tense seconds at the display screen
before turning toward the set of junior officers that
were crewing the communications section of the bridge,
his voice measured. "Issue orders to our squadron to
follow our lead as we draw out what ships we can. Have
the fighters form a defensive semicircle behind the main
fleet to keep bombers from circling in behind us and
let's see if we can cost them some fighters early." He
turned neatly toward the navigation subdeck of the
bridge, taking a few strides to look down at crew below.
"Give us an angle on the far edge of Chandrila and give
us the highest speed our squadron can muster while
staying in formation. Let's pull them thin and try to
give the supply ships a window and perhaps expose their
backsides for our little surprise." He glanced back at
the display, carefully measuring the forces arrayed
against the Roving Line. He knew they wouldn't last long
in a standup fight...but standup fights weren't his
commander cleared his throat quickly before responding
with an 'Aye, Captain'. Find me the ship in their
formation with the most traffic. I don't care if you can
break the code or not, I just want volume. The one with
the most will likely be their command ship. Mark him
green on the display so I know where he is at all times.
'Sir' with a nod was the reply as the senior officer
went back to his duties.
clasped his hands behind his back and watched as the
sleek hulls of the newly acquired A-wings moved across
the bow of his Frigate and in the trailing position he
had ordered. He really hoped the Imperials were eager to
get some payback, he knew this collection of capital
warships was the type of score any fleet commander could
use to ride his way to Admiral.
"Comms, tell the
support squadron to form up on the opposite side of us
so we can keep the main forces at bay. When the enemy
closes to weapons range, I want them to drive
perpendicular across our aft and present them with two
sides to fight against." The orders were issued with
speed, the crew was still crisp and ready. Hopefully
they stayed that way when things got hairy.
At last, the
Corsair Squadron of X-wings arrived. Major Elayne Passik
laid eyes on a sight she had seen far too often. "Well,
well, we meet again..." She mumbled, staring at the mess
of Imperial bull shit. "Oye. Captain Dartanyn, I hope
you weren't trying to start the party without me." She
reported in with her fleet. The young woman had felt
antsy about this battle ... until she actually arrived.
Her comrades needed her at tiptop. "What can we do for
you?" The last time they'd been here, the Dancers had
almost gotten everyone killed...but not this time. She
was determined to go home.
The Blue Haven
began to move into position as the Captain had
requested. It lingered on the opposite side of the main
craft, preparing for the inevitable. The Imperials damn
well knew they had visitors by now. "Prepare to fire."
She told her crew. "It won't be much longer now. Let's
do those poor people of Chandrila justice and destroy as
many Imperials as we can." On the surface of Chandrila
the storm commandos, and even the Inquisitor, were mass
murdering innocent. It was necessary, for them, that the
Rebels win this battle and bring supplies to the
surface. She suspected that the population of New
Alderaan would grow by the end of the day should this
actually work. Commander Xergo was already sweating. She
could feel it rolling down her neck uncomfortably. She
had shed her jacket some time ago and had her sleeves
rolled up. "We're in position now." She reported in,
fully knowing that the Captain was watching. Everything
was falling into place.
It was the TIE
fighters that appeared first ... 48 of them to be exact.
Commander Dillon Hobbes was in the cockpit of his A-wing
when his targeting scanners began to light up like a
Life Day tree. "Blackguards, draw them away from the
fleet," he ordered over the comm, before accelerating
his nimble A-wing to attack speed. "Looks like we're
only outnumbered two to one, Major," he reported over to
Major Passik, before flying into the midst of a target
rich environment. He took careful aim on a TIE, but
before he could get a lock it exploded as his wingman
surged forward. He shook his head beneath his helmet as
he missed his first target, but fortunately there were
more than enough TIEs for everyone. Finding a target he
pulled back on the trigger, unleashing six blasts from
his laser cannons that destroyed the TIE. His craft
rocked as it flew through the debris right into the
midst of another flight of four Imperial fighters.
"Admiral, our TIEs
are engaged," the tactical officer reported, as Admiral
Phelps looked over the battle as it developed over the
holotank. "Our fighters are outmatched. They won't last
long against those Rebel craft," he advised his staff,
as he watched the first wave of capital ships begin to
close the range. Four Carrack-class light cruisers had
moved into firing range and had begun exchanging
turbolaser blasts with the Rebels. Behind them a heavy
attack line built around the Imperial flagship, a
supporting Victory-class, two Interdictors, and two
Dreadnaughts were taking up formation. "The Rebels were
hiding more in that bloody nebula than Intel led us to
believe," he complained, bitterly, as the Empire's
intelligence forces always seemed to be two steps behind
As the fleets
started to test each other with crimson and green bolts
of energy, the Captain felt himself fall into the
exhilaration of fleet combat. His heart rate climbed and
he kept his focus on the display of the enemy formation
and their closing ships. "Order the support squadron to
make their maneuver and cross us in front of that heavy
line and move around their far side, I want those ships
on broadside as quickly as we can put them there...where
they lose their weapons advantage. Primary Comms, bring
the support group in as tight as they can with the
positional data we can provide. Close our box around
that VicStar Two and his supporting ships. Have the
heavy fighters and bombers concentrate on the ship as
well. I want that ship venting atmosphere as quickly as
The crew members
nodded and went to work, the heavy formation of theirs
consisting of the Assault Frigate, Nebulon-B Escort
Frigate, Bayonet-class Light Cruiser and a pair of DP20s
begin a slow and lazy turn to cross in front of the
heavy squadron. The circling continued while the ships
began to exchange fire until the Strike Force was now
closing on the heavy line at a nearly head on direction.
"Have the A-wings
show the TIEs their speed, leave those TIEs behind so we
can concentrate our weapons on them if they aren't
tagging those capital ships. Tell Commander Xergo to
begin her push on the opposite side of the enemy. Trade
fire and then break off if they start getting full
broadsides. Hopefully they'll drain their energy by
firing on both sides."
A few more minutes passed and the secondary group of
Rebel ships arrived in the system. Moving in at the same
coordinates that the initial fleet arrived, they found
themselves driving at a 80 degree angle in behind the
Heavy Attack Line that had moved to bloody the
Singularity and its friends.
chimed in from the Tactical Control area at the back of
the bridge. "Enemy is closing to engage, sir."
indicate the reaction force is here. They are moving in
as instructed." reported a younger officer with a slight
crack in his voice.
Rhobert smiled at
the display, noting to himself that things were playing
out as planned. "Hold orders for now, we need to see how
this plays out. Have the reaction force keep an eye out
for reinforcements from the Imperial fleet, and once we
get a big enough window...call in those supplies."
listened to the Commander's report. "Two to one, you
say? Damn, that's not half bad. Keep a level head,
Commander. Let's make sure we make it home." The fleet
of X-wings maneuvered behind the A-wings quickly. They
began targeting enemy TIEs and shooting them down.
Elayne peered over at what they were up against.
"Corsair Squadron, drop your missiles on the Victory
II-class Star Destroyer Agriever, let's get that thing
out of here. Watch out for TIEs! This place is dirty
with the little bastards!" Her eyes lingered on the
A-wings for a moment before wildly twirling her X-wing
towards the Agriever. She was forced to dogfight with
several TIEs along the way. With each they took down, no
others had come to replace it ... *yet*. Elayne was
anticipating worst case scenario, as that typically kept
her alive. "Let's knock the shields down and make it
easy for the big guys. Shiiittt!" She watched a TIE
screech by much too close for comfort. She put her ship
into position over the bridge. She dropped her first
round of bombs on it. Around her, other X-wings mimicked
the same motion.
On the Blue Haven,
Commander Xergo watched the battle play out over the
holotank. The Rebels had quite a force right now. She
was proud of her people...proud of those who had come to
help. "Target the Carrack to the left." She said, her
hand drifting over the holographic image of the Imperial
Carrack-class light cruiser. "Ready the turboblasters!"
She commanded. Below her, the crew scrambled to see to
it that their Commander's will was done. Her old frigate
was holding up well in the battle so far.
ready," a crewman reported. "Shoot it!" Iyah called out.
She watched as the turboblaster's green lasers lit up
around them. The carrack was hit once, twice, three
times rapid fire. The attack lit the carrack. It
exploded into a million tiny pieces. Shrapnel and what
was left of the ship went tearing down into the
atmosphere surrounding Chandrila. Iyah let a smile
briefly slip over her face. "Recharge them and prepare
to attack the next carrack. The sooner they are gone,
the sooner we go home."
"Sir, a second
group of Rebel ships has emerged from hyperspace ...
*behind* our position," the tactical officer reported to
Admiral Phelps, but before he could reply the ship began
to rock from the impact of multiple turbolaser blasts.
"Send the skirmish line to deal with the newly arrived
Rebel ships," he said, as he was beginning to get
nervous. Suddenly the holotank illuminated as one of the
Carrack-class cruisers was destroyed. Reports also
indicated that TIE squadrons were experiencing serious
losses. "Where are my carriers," he complained, as his
eyes scanned over the holotank for the escort carrier.
"Launch the reserve TIEs," he ordered, but before the
crewman could process the order the X-wings began
unloading their missiles on the bridge. "Sir, we've lost
the port deflector!" the operations officer warned, as
one of the massive shield deflectors atop the command
tower burst in a massive explosion. "Comms are down!"
the operations officer, reported, sending a mass of
confusion through the Imperial squadron. Vessels were no
longer properly coordinating, and the call for
reinforcement fighters had not gone out. The battle was
beginning to turn in the favor of the Rebellion to the
increasing consternation of the Admiral.
grit his teeth as he spun his A-wing around to cover the
X-wings of Corsair Squadron as they made their attack on
the command ship. "Right behind you, Major," he
transmitted over open channels, as he spotted a pair of
TIE fighters attempting to get a jump on her. "Not
today," he said, as he pulled back on the trigger of his
flight stick to begin firing at the leading TIE. As the
first TIE exploded his thumb flicked over to the missile
controls and unleashed a pair of concussion missiles at
the trailing TIEs. "You're all clear, Major," he
informed her, before falling back into formation with a
trio of A-wings to intercept the rest of the TIE
squadron that was attempting to defend the Victory-class
Star Destroyer. The battle was going better than he
SigInt, with a
raised voice, yelled for the Captain from the displays
near the bridge entrance. "Sir, Signals reports the
Aggriever is no longer transmitting."
let the first sign of eagerness and excitement show as
he practically barked out the next set of orders.
"Instruct the Argo and the Light Cruiser escort to break
free and try to wall out those responding TIE Fighters.
Call in the relief ships, get those supplies and troops
on planet. Ask them to coordinate landings with on
ground contacts. Once those ships are through, beginning
disengaging from the fleet." Dartanyn noticed one of the
support ships for his line, the CR90 Solemnity winked
out on the screen as combined fire from the Heavy Line's
Dreadnaughts took its toll. The excitement washed away
in an instant and the serious 'commander' returned.
"While we have fewer TIEs in our AO, have tractors pull
in any Escape Pods and have Blackguard Squadron help the
freighters clear through to the atmosphere before
Singularity had upgraded communications suites, because
the section as busy relaying commands at a lightning
pace to the fleet. Dartanyn was more than impressed with
the showing that the Rebels were providing and wanted
that one last small Victory...either way you looked at
it. "Concentrate all fire on the Aggriever. The sooner
we break that ship's beam the sooner we can start our
The batteries of
turbolasers on the Assault Frigate focused their tightly
packed bolts of synchronized fire at the Victory
II-class' superstructure, the return fire beginning to
eat away at the shields of the trusty Rendili ship.
"Starboard shields are at 18%, sir. We are taking hits
to the structure as they are struggling to keep up,"
replied an operations Ensign.
"Just a little
longer..." the Captain said out loud before whispering
to himself, "...just long enough to get the planet what
damn, fuck, shit, damn, fuck!" Two little buggers were
on Elayne's backside after her second bomb run. She
couldn't seem to shake them. "Shit. Damn. Fuck!" She
yelled to herself, grasping the controls for the X-wing
as she jerked through space. It was then that her rear
end was promptly saved by none other than the Commander
of Blackguard, Dillon Hobbes. She sucked in air rapidly.
"Thank you, Commander." Elayne spoke over the open
channel with a slightly affectionate tone. The Major's
brief panic scurried away to hide and she went right
back into action. Per Rhobert's orders, she focused
everything on the Victory II-class Star Destroyer.
"Ya'll heard the man. Blow that shit up! Take out the
Aggriever!" The nose of her craft pointed towards the
top of the Star Destroyer. She promptly dropped more
bombs on it, then began cruising towards the engines
where she repeated the same action. The ship was going
to sink soon. Her heart beat wildly in her throat.
Adrenaline began to surge into her brain.
was feeling her own little rush. The Blue Haven
successfully took out a second Carrack, leaving the
Imperials with only two others and countless damage.
"Direct all guns to the Star Destroyer. It's nearly
offline completely." She leaned over the holotank. "Just
a little longer..." She thought, clenching her hand into
a fist. Everyone was scurrying in the crew. Flashes of
light were visible each time the turboblasters shot off.
"Careful, not too quickly! I don't want to overheat."
When the Star Destroyer was gone, they'd be able to get
the transports down to the surface. All they had to do
was hold on and keep fighting. The Imperials were
"Thank me later,
Major," Commander Hobbes said, as he moved his A-wing
over the dorsal hull of the crippled Victory Star
Destroyer. He had a pair of TIE fighters behind him, and
as he was attempting to maneuver his cockpit suddenly
lit up with the explosion of the A-wing that was flying
on his starboard side. "That was *too* close," he said,
before coming out from underneath the destroyer and
pulling up into a steep climb. He flew in the path of a
couple of fighters who were making a run at the
destroyer, but instead guided the TIEs behind him into
the path of destruction. "Thanks boys," he said, to the
unaware pilots who just got two unintended kills.
"Shields are out.
The hull is taking damage," the operations officer
yelled, as the alarms began to sound all over the bridge
of the Agriever. Admiral Phelps took both of his hands
and slammed his fists into the side of the holotank. "If
the Governor had given me adequate forces this never
would have happened," he complained, standing around
more interested in not getting blamed for the impending
defeat than saving the ship. But before he could order
the abandon ship the bridge was struck by a wave of
proton torpedoes from the X-wing squadron, which
obliterated it almost instantly and killed everyone
aboard. As the command tower of the Star Destroyer
exploded, the hull of the ship began to plummet
downwards, with secondary explosions erupting
throughout. Around the command ship the smaller Imperial
ships began to make a run for it in disarray.
As the crippled
hulk of the Aggriever began to falter in keeping its
orbit stable, a group of freighters broke out of
hyperspace tight to the planet's atmosphere and began to
move in formation toward the planet's surface. Mostly
YZ-775s and YT-1300s, they were filled with troops and
much needed supplies for the fight survival of populace.
Orders were in place to have high value targets ready to
go, so the freighters' return trips were useful as well.
Not long after they got into the temperate climate of
the air bubble around the once serene and lush world,
they began to break into groups of 2-3 ships and
followed beacons provided by the ground resistance to
mark landing points.
Dartanyn breathed a long drawn out sigh as he watched
the relief effort break through the blockade and down
where it was desperately needed. The battle was chaos
now, the fleets were intermingled heavily with single
ship actions happening, which didn't favor the Rebel
forces at all...this point was exemplified as another
one of Dartanyn's ships winked out of existence. The
DP20 Thrasher lost the fight it was having with one of
the skirmishing Carracks when it wandered in front of
the Victory-class Star Destroyer's bow...and took a full
salvo before realizing its positioning mistake. He could
see a fire brewing just forward of the boom section on
the EF76-B Embolden and blasts from one of the
Dreadnaughts was scoring hits on the Vigilance before it
could rotate its shielded port side to the enemy.
He strode quickly
back over to the communications section, urgency in his
voice as he spoke. "Begin disengaging from the enemy,
order the others to follow. Prepare coordinates for jump
into the nebula. Have the Starbird's squadron stay
behind until the end and keep a surprise from coming by
putting a well out between our fleet and the remainder
of the enemy forces...I don't want a last minute
blocking maneuver to keep us from getting free.
Calculate the Aggriever's impact point on Chandrila...if
it is anywhere near a civilized area...order them to
also tractor her back up into a stable orbit as they go.
I don't want any propaganda against our effort here."
formation opened up some space from the enemy and the
responses from the fleet was that everybody was nearly
ready to go. "Begin preparations to jump as soon as the
last ship checks in. Mission success , now we get as
many of us home as we can."
Oh, the Major
would be a lot more than simply thanking her Commander
for the save, but that was neither here nor there. A
feeling of success crept in the back of her mind as she
watched the Star Destroyer continue to take damage
until, at last, it was put out of commission. Inside the
cockpit of her X-wing, Elayne laughed out some of her
stress. "Fucking *fuck*. Thank you. Go away now." She
said to the Star Destroyer. Those in need would get
their supplies now. The mission had been a success. To
top if off, she hadn't lost nearly as many crafts as
last time. Her heart began to slow as Captain Dartanyn's
instructions rang out in her ears. It was time to go.
She turned her ship around. The Rebels had suffered
losses, and they always would, but they had accomplished
the greater good. "You heard the man. It's time to get
going. First round of drinks is on me!" The Major
laughed again. Her eyes briefly drifted towards the
A-wings. Their numbers hadn't suffered nearly as much
The crew of the
Blue Haven had grown antsy. Commander Xergo had been
feeling the heat of the battle and she was beginning to
get burned. She was inexperienced in space battle and
doing her best to prove herself. They had needed
help...and so she came. "Great job everyone! Retreat!"
She called out, collapsing into a seat near the holotank.
She ran her hand over her forehead. She was relieved
that they had been able to make an impact today. One by
one, crafts began to disappear. Only one Squadron would
remain behind, which Blue Haven was not apart of. As
they went zooming off into the nebula, Iyah's thoughts
lingered again. It was time to collect her daughter from
the Imperial Governor and reunite her family.
Maybe...maybe she could avoid sending Callista back to
Esseles ever again. She believed that one day the battle
would reach that planet too.
Hobbes cheered as he watched the Imperial command ship
erupt. The transports seemed to be making it through the
blockade as the Imperial ships retreated in disarray.
"Blackguards form up and return to base," he ordered his
wingmen, before checking to see who made it back in
Corsair Squadron. He smiled slightly when he noticed the
Wing Commander had made it through. The remaining
A-wings moved in among the capital ships, picking off
the remaining TIE fighters, before pressing forward back
into the Ringali Nebula. For the first time in a long
time he felt like the Rebellion had a real chance at
victory. He and his pilots had earned a much needed
drink, or seven, back at the station.
"Sir, the fleet
has reported in. They are ready to jump", the XO of the
Singularity said plainly but with a smile on his face.
The crew was still on an adrenaline high that would last
until the blue swirl of hyperspace pulled them in, but
some of the more senior officers...and those that had
been in conflict before...knew that the hard part was
acknowledged the report and looked back at the full
holographic tactical display of what was the end of a
short, yet productive battle. "Have the rest of our
squadron and Commander Xergo's jump out. Hold on station
until the Starbird and escorts finish their withdrawal."
It took a few tense minutes for the finale to play out,
the tractor beams on the Nebulon-B Frigate Solace worked
hard to get the Aggriever moved to a speed where it
would pass close to Chandrila but the speed would cause
it to drift out of orbit once it passed through the apex
of the orbit and worked out the other side of the
planet. Once calculations put the Aggriever as no longer
being a danger to the planet, the four ships of the
reaction force prepared themselves and launched
themselves into the relative safety of the Ringali
Nebula...with the Singularity following quickly
The resupply and
landing group of freighters completed their delivery and
pickup actions, and used the giant chaotic hole in the
blockade that was left by the conflict. The Ghost Rider
was the only casualty, having gotten caught by
circumstance as the drive failed while trying to break
back into space.
the screen intently as his ship reverted to realspace at
the rendezvous point. He checked the tactical display
for the last time, taking a quick count of what had made
it back and what had not. He walked down to the
communications section, one of the officers furrowing
his brow in confusion as the Captain leaned in past him
to his station. He keyed on the open channel, encryption
wasn't needed here.
"I owe you all a
glass of Wyvern's Reserve. Exceptional work, all of you.
The people of Chandrila, and other planets who question
the Empire's methods, should now know that the Alliance
stands with them, and will do what we can to aid them
regardless of what the Empire puts in between us and
them. I'll see you all in the station."