Chapter Fifteen: The Storm Gets Closer

[Fel]

Outer Sectors Chapter 15: The Storm Gets Closer

Vortagh sighed as he watched his fighters scanning the convoy. What a mess this was. It was such a large convoy that it was taking them forever to get through this. He was going to fly his Star Destroyer through Admiral Fel's home planet, he was so mad. Or just wait until he had his Death Star III and use that on Fel's home planet. That was sounding even better...

Green lasers converging to a single point and lancing out... the energy headed straight for the core of that frozen little world of Canada... the energy vapourizing atmosphere, snow, rock... burning its way right down to the centre of...

"Captain Vortagh!"

Vortagh was enjoying that little thought...

"I've gotten word from Admiral Fel..." La Forge started...

"It had better be good news!"

"We've been recalled to Yaga Minor as soon as we're done here!"

"This can mean only one thing..."

"The Chimaera?" La Forge had the hopeful look in his eyes.

"Actually, I was going to say 'We get to kill Fel now.' But it could be that too." Vortagh was bitter.

"Well, let's hurry up and get out of here." La Forge was always hopeful.

Vortagh turned to the left crew pit and ordered them to get the ship ready for hyperspace...

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Jansen took the holocron fragment in his hands. It fit perfectly in with the piece that was found in the Grand Admiral's shuttle. As far as he could tell, the holocron had broken into perfect pieces. No little jagged parts. So all that would be necessary is to find the remaining pieces. He surmised there would be one for each world the Grand Admiral had visited.

Very well, then. The next place on the flight path they had found was a lush and temperate world. It lay well within Imperial territory, around Ord Biniir. For once, a world that wasn't under constant threat of Rebel attack.

Sensor scans showed, however, that the holocron was several kilometers below sea level of the world. Which meant it was underwater. Fine. An Imperial Dive Team would not take long to assemble. But this place was being fought over by a pair of primitive tribes. No matter. Wipe them out and secure the place. As simple as that.

Jansen got up from his desk and headed down to the mess hall. Time to brief the troops.

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"Roger that, Virke..." Wedge was talking over the comm to a Corellian Corvette some kilometres off.

"Virke?" Admiral Fel had just come up to the bridge for the morning. Always an early riser, he usually made it up before Wedge had gone to sleep from the night before.

"Yes, sir. They're a corvette attached to Sector Group 3. Apparently they're out here on some mission of low importance."

"Attached to Sector Group three?"

"That's what they said. They fly with the Black Hand or something."

"Wedge, we don't have any ship named 'Virke'."

"We don't?"

"We don't."

Wedge didn't know what to say for a moment.

But Fel did. "MAR, Branet, Tornado, to your fighters! NOW!"

Wedge got it. "These are the same bunch the Warhammer ran across. The 'infiltrator' wing."

Fel confirmed that. "And they're not getting the drop on us. Not this time."

"All hands to battlestations!" Laithlis was already hard at work. "The corvettes are changing course... it looks like a kamikaze attack! And it looks like they're powering up fighters or bombers!"

"Buckle up..." Wedge muttered under his breath.

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Mission Assignments:
VSD Warhammer: ERS-112 and 113 have been re-released and you have until the usual due date of this round to complete them!
Epsilon Squadron: ERS114-XvT
Gimel & Psi Squadrons: ERS115-XWA
Imperial Army: ERS116-GB