Cowardice of Rebels...
SUBMITTED BY: EN Kell / Kappa 3-3 / VSD Striker
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It is a year before the Rebels killed our Emperor and our second Death Star and fleet. Captain Tolla, commander of ISD-II Capture, is leading a fleet of the Capture and two other VSD-IIs, the Command and Turmoil. The fleet is stocked full of TIE Interceptors and are searching for the hiding Rebels in an Outer Rim sector. According to Intelligence, the rebels have stolen secret information from Imperial City about classified weapons specifications. The Imperial traitors that supplied the information have been dealt by the Emperor personally. Now it is up to Tolla to find out what the rebels intend to do with the plans. . .
A large pod enters subspace from hyperspace. The human-sized pod separates it's sides, revealing an Imperial probe droid. The droid's sensors start running and it's antenna goes up, making electronic beeps and warbles. A second later, the fleet appears from hyperspace. The Turmoil flies over the pod and uses it's tractor beam to pull the pod into the secondary docking bay.
Aboard the Capture, Captain Tolla looks over the space the ship just entered.
"Ensign," he said. A young man looked you from his station in the crew pit. "Information from the probe?"
The young ensign looked a bit worried, his first day on the bridge. "Ah..," he said, looking at his console screen, "The probe droid saw nothing. Man-made or natural."
"Thank you, ensign." Tolla looked displeased. Intelligence said that there was rebel activity in the exact place the Capture is passing over now. Yet the ship scanners nor the probe droid picked up anything... Odd...
Tolla was about to say something to helm, but a Mon Calamarian cruiser appeared. It didn't jump out of hyperspace or come behind the fleet, but just appeared right in front of the viewport.
"Red alert!" he yelled, other officers standing there at the ship looking bewildered. That wasn't a regular rebel cruiser. Attached under the ship was something that looked like a smaller version of the Death Star's superlaser dish, but what could it possibly be used for?
The answer came before it was even asked. Eight laser beams came from the side of the dish, converging in the center, creating a more powerful beam, firing at the Command. Although the superlaser wasn't as powerful as the Death Star's, it still packed a whopper. The center of the ship was vaporized, letting the fore and aft portions float in space. The lights on the ship was off, meaning the power was off, meaning all the crew was lost...
"Launch all fighters ASAP from both ships! Lieutenant," Tolla said to the man next to him, trying to keep calm, "Inform the Lord Vader immediately!"
A slight hissing and a electronic voice came from the bridge door, standing there was the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader himself. "I am already informed of our situation, Captain." Vader was sent by the Emperor to oversee the operation. He was the only one on the ship that knew what the rebels stole.
Tolla turned around swiftly, facing Vader, sweat tears falling from his forehead. "My Lord, they must have a transporter or something of the sort."
"A cloaking device," Vader said, "And a miniature version of a superlaser. That ship must be destroyed, Captain."
"I have launched all remaining eight TIE Interceptor squadrons, m'lord, and the Star Destroyers will be in turbolaser range in one minute. The fighters will be in range in less than a minute."
"Sir! A squadron from the cruiser has launched!" an officer from the crew pit announced, "Four Headhunters, three B-Wings, and five X-Wings."
* * *
The 96 TIE Interceptors from the 8 squadrons launched from the fleet were all set to engage the enemy.
"A squadron of 12 rebel starfighters have left the enemy cruiser, heading for the Turmoil," Sergeant Tax, organizer of the fighters, said over the comm, "Alfa and Beta squadrons, intercept. Ceta, Delta, Eta, Fet, Geta, and Hecta squadrons will engage the cruisers."
24 TIE's broke off from the attack group and started to assault the rebel traitors. The Z-95 Headhunters, one of the oldest ships in use, were no competition. The B-Wings were very powerful and fast, yet bulky and weren't that hard to get. The X-Wings were equal in every part. The Z-95's weren't hard to get, only five blasts in a row each. They were the first to go, although one did hit a solar panel of a TIE that blasted off, leaving the pilot heading straight for the Capture, whose tractor beams picked it up. The B-Wings knocked off three TIE's, yet were destroyed easily. The four X-Wings that weren't destroyed in the first TIE strafe run tried to head back to their cruiser, but didn't make it. Beta and Alpha squadrons, in firing range of the cruiser, headed toward it and opened fire, joining the other six squadrons.
The Capture and Turmoil were already well within range of the cruiser when they opened there turbolaser firings. The shields of the ship were gone, and each blast blew off a piece of the hull. Five minutes from when the cruiser first appeared, it was already gone.
* * *
A cheer went up in the Capture's bridge as the cruiser went up in a fiery ball.
"Recall all ships. Fleet status?" Talla asked the lieutenant nearby.
"The entire crew and ships of Command is destroyed. The Turmoil is at 96% shields and has 20 of it's 24 fighters, one of which came in damaged. The Capture is at 100%, and all fighters are accounted for."
"You and your crew has done very well, Captain," Vader said.
"Thank you, my lord," replied Talla, but before he had a chance to grin in satisfaction, two Neubelan-B frigates and three Corellian Corvettes appeared, apparently cloaked as well. Talla's jaw dropped in surprised. "Send the fighters back ou-"
"There is no need, Captain," Vader interrupted. "Communications officer, send out this code on open channel: M-S-T-3-K."
The communications officer did so, and out of hyperspace came five Imperial-Class Star Destroyers and one Super-Class Star Destroyer, the Death Fleet! Dozens of turbolasers hit against the backside of the rebel fleet, blowing them away instantly.
"Mission successful, Captain. Good job, you serve the Emperor and the Empire well," said Vader.
= THE END =
Disclaimer: This is a work of Fiction. It is meant to describe the cowardice,
un-sophistication, barbarity, and weakness of the 'Rebel Alliance',
and to show the strength, unification, technological advancement,
and power of the Galactic Empire.