AVENGER CANTINA
CMDR/LG Curraalt/Tau-1/DGN Lich V
Personal Journal/Log
0040796.561
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Like a star of the heavens, the spot was born in a flash of light and sound. The noise was quick, the light gave way to smoky vapors; heavy at first then tapering off as the spot cooled. Now; the spot merely sizzled off the remainder of its birth energy and shown testament to its creator. Kar Ker'dee was a Bothan whose soul was as black and scorched as the mark he had left on the bulkhead.
If I didn't have to have occasional business dealings with this crazed egomaniac, I'd have shot him for the betterment of society months ago. But, he does have an inexhaustible supply of parts for single-seat starfighters, and no idea of their worth outside of his own system. With him as a supplier, and the Kubaz, Rarindin, as a needy black-market wholesaler, I have a very profitable system. Profitable, only if I can keep this laser-brain from ripping off another volley of baster-fire and turning my head into the smoldering spot beside my left ear. He comes down from his "most-interesting" sermon. The hole in the wall kept me from falling asleep.
"Now, 'Curraalt', will you join with our band? Surely you see that we can control this system and live very comfortably."
Only a long stint of cosmetic surgery by Dr. Evazan would give me more pleasure; but I lied and said, "Sir, you don't need a 'lowly' smuggler like myself holding back your grand organization. I merely buy your parts for a fighter-reseller's mechanic that can't get the original parts from the manufacturers. Although, thank you for the offer." Pleeeeease...
"Very well...", he glanced down at a datapad, "...your payment had been verified...", he punched a button on the comlink panel, "...and your Murian transport is being loaded as we speak. Now, would you like to see the new additions to my collection of Aqualish art collection?"
He let the way to his gallery. I followed, shaking my head. Only an eccentric Bothan would have any interest in the anti-social creativity of a aggressive race. I hope the transport gets loaded in record time.
After two hours of cultural awakening, I boarded the Solar Wind and charted a course for the small spaceport where I was to meet Rarindin with the parts. It would take close to a day to get there; plenty of time to sabotage my cargo.
I knew for a fact that his sole client was a Mon Calamarian. That meant the Rebel 'New Republic'. With a portable heating unit; I began to heat each part, red hot, then flash cool the metal with carbon gasses. This will make the parts brittle and fail after a short period of time. Rarindin will never be able to tell that there is anything wrong...
I arrived at the port and seeked out my Kubazian buyer. He was at our appointed meeting place, by the main holonet terminal.
"I've got your 'supplies' aboard the Murian transport, Solar Wind, in bay twenty-three.", I said. He answered with out acknowledging my presence, via translation box, "I know..., payment is in the satchel by my feet. I will take it from here."
I enjoy his outgoing demeanor, but that was fine by me. I noticed a group of men, dressed as weathered pilots, eyeballing the area and walking in the direction of the public head. One can always tell an Imperial 'stealth' team. They still wear their polished flight boots in any garb they pretend to wear. A dead giveaway, if you know what to look for. Something was going to happen and I didn't want to get caught up in the mess; I like to avoid any Imperial entanglements...
As I started to leave, a flash-priority message came over the holonet. Jabba the Hut had something to say, and obviously wanted the galaxy to hear. Hey, he's the slug-king, and he can do anything, including access to the holonet broadcast facilities. He had a 'dislike' for a man and was willing to part with one hundred thousand credits for his hide. Bounty hunting just isn't my thing, so I paid the death mark no mind; until the man in question bee-bopped out of the mens' head into one hell of a problem. He bolted out of a window as the whole station had dreams of credits dancing in their heads. Things started to get chaotic at best and I decided to vacate the area immediately. I left the transport at the station and took flight in a Starchaser that was awaiting my arrival. Always leave yourself with a contingency plan, I say. With the station emptying rapidly for their bounty, I just sailed away, leaving Jabbas' mess behind.
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Personal Journal/Log
0040796.561
CMDR/BG Yodavin/Butcher-1/ISD Sub
Name: Yodavin
Home Planet: Byss
Training: Caridda (Stormtrooper Training), Imperial Space Docks over Coruscant,
Lord Vader, The Emperor, The Emperor’s Hammer Elite Strike Fleet,
The Dark Brotherhood.
Special Awards: Commendation of Loyalty and Bronze Star
I grew up on the Planet Byss. On that planet, if you were not an Imperial you would be nothing but a poor street rat. When I started training, I trained as a stormtrooper but Imperial Flight instructors noticed that I had a talent for flying. So I was transferred out of the Storm trooper training to Pilot training. My Instructor was amazed at my ability to fly the Starfighters. But at the Time there were only Tie Fighters and Tie Interceptors. I got my training patches in those fighters and then practiced in some mock fighting. I was a great tool in the Empire. I was used for long range missions and fought against the best pilots in the Galaxy but I was not completely trained. I was starting to gain a reputation and was being watched by high up Imperials such as Grand Moff Tarkin, Grand Moff Dunhausen, Grand Moff Hissa, Admiral Griff, Admiral Motti, Admiral Screed, Lord Vader, and even The Emperor Himself. The Civil war on Byss showed many Imperials my value. The Emperor sent Lord Vader to the Imperial Star Destroyer Judicator. This ship was captained by a man named Captain Brandei. But more important than that was the Star Destroyer I was stationed on. Lord Vader told me that I could be a great tool in the Empire with proper training. He offered me the chance of a lifetime. He asked me if I would come with him and he would train me to be a great starfighter pilot. My Captain objected to the transfer and Lord Vader was unhappy about the answer from him. Lord Vader chose a new captain and dumped Captain Brandei’s body out with the trash. I returned to Coruscant with Lord Vader. He told me that before I would meet the Emperor I would have to be trained by him. First it was just starfighter training; very difficult but then it was different. He was training me to use senses that others can’t use. He told me to use my fear, anger, and aggression. I did as he said. When I was walking to the Emperor’s Chamber with Lord Vader we were escorted by the Emperor’s Royal Guards. I finally met the Emperor and he gave me some very important missions. He gave me some training in the force, but he told me that I was ready and was trained very well by Lord Vader. My First Mission was to receive my training badges in the newly created ships, the TIE Bomber and the TIE Advanced, and to get Gold Medallions in the TIE Fighter, TIE Interceptor, TIE Bomber, and TIE Advanced . I did both these tasks with ease. By this time the battle over Yavin IV had already occurred. The first Death Star had also been destroyed. I was sent on my first Tour, the Aftermath of Hoth. I took a major part in those battles and received the medal of Redemption. My Second Tour was the Sepan civil war. I received the medal of Unity for that Battle. Next was the Battle on the Frontier. In that Battle I was stationed on Vice Admiral Thrawn's ship. My mission was to destroy Pirate groups that showed threats against the Empire. I received the medal of Progress. Then I was sent to the Conflict at Mylok IV. I received the medal of Order. By this time, the Assault Gunboat was created and I had to receive my gold combat medallion in this ship and get my flight badge. I got the Flight badge with no problem but the Gold Medallon was hard for me to get. At this time, some Imperials doubted my ability to fly in the Emperor’s Fleet. Those high up Imperials despised me cause the Emperor liked me better than most of them. The Emperor tested my ability to fly in his Empire. I passed his tests. These tests were created by the Emperor himself so the quality was excellent and most pilots would fail horribly. It was then time for me to fly in another tour this one was called Battle for Honor. For these battles I had to prove if I was loyal to the Empire cause Admiral Harkov was found that he was a traitor and I was tested to see if I would go with Harkov or stay with the Empire. I chose without a doubt to stay with the Empire. In these battle I received the medal of Loyalty. I went on to fight in the tour Arms Race. I received the medal of Destiny. I had also been specially picked by an Emissary of the Emperor to join the Secret Order of the Emperor. I had proved myself through many battles to the Secret Order and I had the fourth circle of the Secret Order of the Emperor. But know the Secret order of the Emperor is no longer. After this battle, Lord Vader informed me that the newest Imperial ship was created. It was called the Tie Defender. The second I heard of the Fighter I went to get my flight badge. I got it with no difficulty. I realized that this ship will cause terror among the Rebels and I was glad I had a chance to fly it. I trained in the Combat Chambers for hours even after I got the gold medallion. This tour called Mutiny is a very interesting one. In this tour Admiral Zaarin had kidnapped the Emperor. Yes, the Emperor! I was hand picked by Lord Vader to fight by his side to get the Emperor back. After a very difficult mission we met success. We had gotten the Emperor back but Zaarin’s Star Destroyer got away. Vader tried to follow Zaarin through hyperspace. I received a medal from this mission it is called the medal of The Emperor’s Will. The Emperor awarded me this medal. It was one of the greatest moments in my life. Now I am above Endor commanding my squadron doing test dries just in case of a rebel attack on the newly created Death Star. I had heard earlier that a small rebel force had penetrated the shield and gotten down to Endor. Also I found out that they planned to disable the Shield Generator for an attack on the Death Star. I though to myself that any attack against a death star is crazy. But I recalled when the first one got destroyed. I remember specifically when the first death Star was destroyed. The Emperor punished Bevel Lemelisk for the flaw he made about the exhaust pipe. He had Lemelisk killed; it was a horrible death he had. The Emperor set on Lemelisk hundreds of killer insects that came from Yavin IV. Before I could get a total backflash Rebel ships exited from hyperspace. All Star Destroyers launched all tie’s there was a swarm of fighters rebel and Imperial. My squadron took out all the fighters we were assigned to. We were then sent to attack Rebel capital ships. As we were attacking a Corellian Corvette and a blast from the Death Star came and destroyed a rebel capital ship and then another. I smiled and laughed an evil laugh. I said into the com system, "You rebels are dead now." After my transmission ended, the Death Star exploded. My heart was beating very rapidly. My squadron kept on fighting and then we got the order to retreat. And that the Emperor is dead and so is Lord Vader. I did as I was told and retreated. For the next few years I wondered around with the rest of the Empire. It was falling apart especially after Grand Admiral Thrawn was killed. I then found out about the Emperor’s Hammer. I sent an application to Grand Admiral Ronin and I was excepted. My first position was on Gamma Squadron third flight group on the Super Star Destroyer Avenger. My ID Line was FM/GN Yodavin/Gamma III/SSD Avenger. When I was in this squadron I intercepted a rebel online groups roster and sent it to the GA and he awarded me a Commendation of Loyalty. Also, I sent in a message that said a rebel group would attack us on a AOL irc line and the Grand Admiral Ronin said I would receive a Commendation of Service. But the XO never replied to it and I never got credited. I joined the Dark Brotherhood on February 4, 1996 in the Sith order. I am know an acolyte in this group. I also have received the Bronze Star for infiltrating a rebel group. Just recently I have been promoted to Brigadier General, the next rank higher than a General. I almost forget to mention that I have now gotten a transfer to the ISD Subjugator. On this ship I received the position of Commander of a Squadron. The Squadron is called Butcher. My ID Line is CMDR/BG Yodavin/Butcher/ISD Sub [BS]. Now, I will keep on trying to stop an rebel infractions against the Emperor’s Hammer. I will give all my ability to the Emperor’s Hammer.
CMDR/GN Lee/Kappa-1/SSSD Sov
STAR WARS:
PILOT'S LEGACY
" We are here to honor one who has served the Empire," Emperor Palpatine announced to the crowd.
Cap. Lee Erickson stepped foward toward his Emperor and Lord Darth Vader, who was staring at him through his plasteel helmet. It made Lee shudder.
"For your service to the Empire, we present you with this medal and promote you to the rank of Commander." Vader said.
But that was a long time ago...
* * * * * * * *
CM Lee Erickson made a sharp right, evading the red laserbolts that flew right by where he was a second ago. His TIE Interceptor groaned, but still held together.
" Alpha II, that X-wing's starting to get on my nerves...Toast it!!!"
Lee watched as his wingman obeyed his order, blowing the X-Wing out of the sky.
His warning light showed that a starfighter was targeting him, so he twisted out of the path of the starfighter, a Rebel A-Wing,untill he was in front of it.
The monstrous Death Star II loomed overhead, along with the SSD Executor. He shot his quad lasers at it. The A-Wing tried to swerve out of the way, but Lee kept on its tail.
Suddenly, his wingman flew ahead of him.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Lee shouted.
His wingman shot the A-Wing four more times. the remains of the starfighter flew into the direction of the Executer, smashing right through the bridge. The Executer went down, its hull crashed through the Death Star.
Minutes later, the Death Star II itself was destroyed.
* * * * * * * *
CM Lee Erickson looked into the eyes of Warlord Fitgefiear, his new Master. He hated the guy, but there was nothing he could do. The Battle of Endor was two years ago, and Lee had been shifted to different positions all over the galaxy.
" We will fly out of hyperspace near the Aurora system, a little known area in the Outer Rim," Fitgefiear said," there you will destroy three corvettes that belong to that, that fiend, Warlord Cetbal."
" Sir, if you don't mind me asking, wouldn't it be better if we started concentrating on destroying the Rebels than each other?" asked Lee.
" Well, I do mind you asking," Fitgefiear shot back," NOW GET TO THE HANGAR!!!!!!!"
* * * * * * * *
At the hangar, Lee jumped into the cockpit of the TIE Bomber. Of all the ships in the galaxy, Fitgefiear had chosen to give him this one. He thought back to the times he had served under Palpatine, when he would at least have a fast ship, or at least one with shields.
He heard someone coming up behind him, and made sure to cover up the mark of the Emperor's Secret Order that was on his arm. A hand grabbed his shoulder.
" Commander...." a dark voice said.
Lee turned instantly, recognizing the Secret Order official.
" After you destroy the corvettes, do NOT return to this ship," the official said, "We will send a shuttle to pick you up."
" Does Fitgefiear know about this?" Lee asked.
The figure seemed to smile under his dark hood.
" You might say he had some influence from us......" the dark figure replied.
* * * * * * * *
After his ship was launched, Lee could not stop wondering about what the official said. There were the corvettes. He had six heavy rockets, and shot two at each corvette, destroying them instantly. Piece of cake.
His ship, the ISD Gunner, came out of hyperpace at twelve kilometers.
He, ignored it, and amed for the Shuttle that came out of hyperpace at two kilometers, giving it the bording call.
After he was aboard, the shuttle destroyed the TIE Bomber, telling Fitgefiear to tell everyone else that it was destroyed in combat.
The shuttle pilot did not say a word, but went strait to his work.
When they came out of hyperspace, a Super Star Destroyer, flanked by numerous other ships, dominated the space ahead.
Was this some trick by Cetbal?
Whatever it was, something was DEFINITELY wrong...
* * * * * * * * *
The shuttle docked aboard the SSD Avenger. He was led by two stormtroopers to the captain's ready room.
A man was there in a Grand Admiral's uniform, and standing next to him was the Secret Order official.
" Lets cut to the chase here," said the "Grand Admiral"," I am GA Ronin, Fleet Commander of the Emperor's Hammer, a fleet that Palpatine requested to be made. We are elite TIE Pilots, stormtroopers, and Dark Jedi. I've seen your records and heard of you, Commander, and I would like you to sign up for the Hammer. If you don't want to, we can always bring you back to Fitgefiear."
* * * * * * * *
So thats how I heard about the EH. The rest is history...........
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IMPERIAL NAVY
PILOT RECORD
NAME: Lee Erickson
RANK: Commander
SCANDOC TRANSMISSION CODE: LeeMike706
E-MAIL ADDRESS: LeeMike706@aol.com
SEX:M
RACE: Corellian
DATE OF BIRTH: UNKNOWN
PLACE OF BIRTH: Corellia
MARTIAL STATUS: Single
FAMILY: Mike Erickson,father
Barbara Erickson,mother
Julie Erickson
>sisters
Karen Erickson
SOCIAL STATUS: Well-to-do
SIGNIFICANT EVENTS OF CHILDHOOD & ADOLESCENCE: Was born on Corellia, but parents were wanted by Corellian Planetary Security. So he moved to the other side of the galaxy, Rodia. He was going to learn to be a bounty hunter, and was pretty good in a starfighter. So he heard that the Rebel Alliance were looking for pilots, and signed up.
SIGNIFICANT EVENTS OF ADULTHOOD: Though he was originally a Rebel pilot, Lee got lost in the style and glamor of the Empire and signed up. He flew at all major battles of the Empire, and after the destruction of the second Death Star, flew for some warlords. But they were to busy fighting each other as the Rebels got stronger. So one day, a Secret Order official took him to the Executor and he trained to be a pilot for the Hammer.
ALIGNMENT AND ATTITUDE: Loyal, but willing to speak his mind, which has gotten him into trouble from time to time! But will never disobey an order.
FORMER OCCUPATIONS: Rebel pilot, bounty hunter
HOBBIES: Sabacc, and spending time in the sims.
TRADGEDIES: Leaving his parents and family on Rodia
PERSONAL VIEWS OF THE EMPIRE (EMPEROR'S HAMMER): Though he believes some of the things that the Empire did may have been wrong, he entrusts his life to the Empire as he has for years.
PERSONAL VIEWS OF INFERNO II: My first squadron in the Hammer....I LOVE it!!!!!!!!!
OTHER COMMENTS OR INFO: THE REBELS SHALL ALL BE DESTROYED!!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hereby confirm that the above information is legimate and accurate to the best of my knowledge.
Lee Erickson,
March 23, 1996
FL/GN Gyssler/Epsilon-2/SSSD Sov
A Terrible Rememberence
I was in the cantina with a few of my friends stationed on the SSD Avenger. We were all discussing why we joined the Empire and how we got stationed on the SSD Avenger. When they asked me why I joined.
I knew I wanted to join the Imperial Flight Acadamy when I was 12-years-old. It was on a gloomy day when I received a transoc code. It contained matters saying my father was killed by a rebel attack and described how it happened.
Sir:
I am sorry to report this but your father was killed on his trip by the rebellion. A squadron of Y-Wings came out of hyperspace 3.5 clicks away from the Passenger Liner. They started to deploy there barage of missiles, depleting the Liners shields. Then an assault transport came out of hyperspace and boarded the craft. The boarding party ransacked the ship taking anything they needed or wanted. Your father had a blaster on him and hid in a secluded place. When your father saw the boarding party, he opened fire hitting one of the twelve members in the chest killing him instantly. The party just started to pummel the secluded hidding place where your father was. Your father was lucky enough to take two more out before he was killed, because the rebels have such clumsy aim.
Frank Griffen
(Passenger on Liner)
After reading this, I decided I wanted to join up with the Empire and seek revenge for my father. I finished going through school and signed up for the Imperial Flight Academy the same same year. Flight school went by quickly because all I thought about what happened to my father.
When I graduated, I was put on active duty immediately in a heavily active sector. The first day I was there, we were attacked by a rebel assualt team. I was called to take care of the matter with three other pilots. We were going to be flying in T/As from Killer squadron. I was going to be designated as Killer-4.
When my ship was ejected to space, I thought about what these rebel scums did to my father. I did a scan of the sector. There were 4 A-Wings and 4 Y-Wings. The flight leader sent us a transmission telling Killer 2 and him will attack the A-Wings and Killer 3 and 4 take out the Y-Wings. None of our ships had missiles, so we had to kill them with lasers. I set my lasers on quad fire and had them charging at 3/4. On the first pass, I managed to take out one Y-Wing, but Killer 3 was not so lucky. His ship had shields reading at 12%. He set his shields at 3/4 to replenish them. He told me, he was going to take out their leader. I was after the other two. The leader had missile lock on the ISD I was stationed on. After he had fired 4 adv. torpedoes, Killer 3 was shooting at it in rampage. The Y-Wings shields were depleting rapidly, when its hull buckled and it exploded. I was busy shooting at the Y-Wing I was after, so I couldn't seen it. The Y-Wing was setting up for its torpedoe, when I shot the last quad-fire to set the ship into flames. There was only one more Y-Wing left and Killer 3 and I were gaining on him rapidly. As the shield had crumbled on the last Y-Wing the flight leader told us all the A-Wings were destroyed. Then the last ship burst into flames. We all returned to the ISD and discussed it in the cantina.
This sort of stuff happened for two years. In this two year period, I was promoted to general and given command of a flight group. The last mission I flew, gave me the chance to take a position in the Emperor's Hammer on board the SSD Avenger. I took it and was assigned a flight leaders position of flight 2 in Epsilon Squadron.
After hearing everyone's story I headed for my sleeping quarters, and fell asleep not knowing what is going to happen the next day.
CMDR/GN Colton/Dagger-1/ISD Rel
Colton stowed his gear and checked his Z-95 for signs of tampering. Already two hours late he had no more time to waste.
"Are you sure you won't stay?" Rentren asked. "I could us some more help on the deep core runs?"
"I've had my fill of smuggling." Colton was getting tired of explaining this to him. "You hired me to set up your perimeter defenses for you, not run contraband from all ends of the galaxy."
"It's not all contraband, and you know it. Some of these people depend on us for all of their needs."
"Listen I'm late as it is and this is not your typical business meeting." Colton starts the preflight and warms up the engines. "I need to get to the Corporate Sector A.S.A.P."
"Did you hear me! Without our people those people could die and your just going to leave them!"
Colton leaps from the cockpit and gets in Rentren's face. "Hey! I lived on Kamar for six months! After some backstabbing scumbag decided it would be cool to tamper with the coolant valve on our transport! I lost five good people, and I damn near died out there!"
"The people that helped you saved your life, and you repaid them. Didn't that feel better then tracking that guy down and turning him to vape bait! They could really learn from you!"
"They wouldn't need to depend on you or me if they didn't live in the Badlands. I said don't live in the Badlands, it's bad. But did they listen, noooo. Then again when it's 130 degrees in the shade you tend to burn off the braincells in groups. Its not even a good place to visit so I sure as hell wouldn't want to live there."
"You didn't answer my question." Rentren looked intently at Colton, and from the way Colton looked away he could tell they were both thinking the same thing. "Well how did it feel then. You know all the time we grew up together on Nar Shadda, I never saw you look away from someone when they got to you."
"Do you want me to tell you I didn't enjoy getting that guy, is that it. You are such a hypocrite, you wanted to get that guy almost as much as me! Your just mad because I'm the one that got him! We'd not even be having this conversation if you had got him, but you didn't you weren't lucky enough to find him."
"Maybe not but at least I knew killing that thieving rat wouldn't bring Dranna back!"
"I wondered why you left her out of your golden days speech! Don't you remember what I said to her parents before we all left to 'get rich and rule the galaxy'!"
"You couldn't hav..."
"No don't you pull that story with me, I don't say something like that and not mean it! I remember everything! EVERTHING! I looked right into her mothers eyes then towards the left to her father while saying 'Don't worry Mr&Mrs Wungold, I'll take care of her and we'll send you a holo from Coruscant.' "
"I seem to recall a similar meeting with my parents."
"They knew you were in charge you just thought it would get you off the hook for taking your family transport on a joyride the night before we left."
"We had it though man! All the things we were gonna get, the places we were gonna go!"
"Then that filth got greedy and decided it was time to take it all. Dranna said she was gonna go to Chad and really soak up some culture and fresh air. The first thing I saw when I came to was her limp body across the controls of the transport! That’s a hell of a long way from Chad! And the only reason I'm alive is because of her special modifications to the acceleration compensator, she said once if we ever hit an asteroid she wanted to make sure I would be able to correct it to keep us all alive."
"That was what I was thinking when I heard it went down, I knew the guy was greedy but I never thought he was a murderer. You got him would you just drop it already!"
"No I won't because it wasn't enough. I'm going to make this galaxy a better place even if I die trying."
"Geez you sound more corny then back on Nar Shadda. Well the least I could do is get you a better ship, this thing might not make it halfway to Corporate space."
"You know something I don't? No it'll make it, then I won't have much use for it anyway."
"OK you watch your back you stubborn punk."
"Who you calling punk! Smile when you say that you desk jocky."
"You better leave before this burns up on the ground!" Rentren turns toward the exit to the hangar.
"Ren!" He turns around. "Thanks."
Ren smiles. "Get out of here before I order the others to open fire!"
"Geez, I know when I'm not wanted. See you round."
Colton recklessly flies out of the hangar at top speed and snap rolls onto a course to exit the perimeter. "Next stop." He checks Hype Coordinates. "Corporate space." The stars become starlines and he's hurtled through space at lightspeed.
Colton checked the charge on his blaster before he entered the Point 5 casino/bar. Blasters weren't allowed in this place but that never stopped him before, he knew how to stay alive in this area of space. This was the alternate contact point which he was a little early on having missed the first. He walked slowly into the bar, not attracting too much attention being Corellian and of medium height and build. Taking a spot at the bar where he could see the entrance and get to all the exits, which happened to be between a passed out Gamorrean and a drunken Gotal. "Uh, oh." An Espo deputy walked in for a look. The Corporate Sector Authority police, Espos, don't follow the normal rules of law. They are basically scum in ugly brown uniforms, I always said the were full of...
"Hey you. No blasters in here! Hand it over or I'll burn you down now!"
Colton takes an old fashion ID out of his pocket and sticks it to cover his heart. "Not today you won't..." Leaning forward to look at the Espo's name tag. "Lieutenant, Narf."
"Thats Narn sir."
"What'd you say Lieutenant!"
"Nothing sir! I had no idea, I was just..."
"Listen Nerf! If you were there when I was on patrol, you would be filling my reports out for me. Now why don't you explain why you have to waste time hassling me when someone is probably stealing your IRD as we speak." Colton had always carried fake ID's of the local governmental and security forces for just such occasions. He just happened to get one from his off duty Captain pocket. "So Norf, what do you have to say!" Colton fought for as long as he could but he couldn't help but smile. When he did though the face of Narn got red so fast Colton knew something was wrong. His fist was faster than Narn's blaster, and he was out the door before Narn hit the floor. He turned to the left towards the spaceport when someone was coming right at him and pulled him into the ally. "What the hell!" Colton went for his blaster.
"Don't even think about it." The man already had his. "Kevin Colton I presume."
"How... Sarkis?"
"Back door. I saw you in the bar area."
"I didn't see your signal when you came in."
"I had to make sure you weren't followed. I was playing Sabacc, enjoying the show, and getting rich when you decided to pull a disappearing act. I knew it was you when you started laying it on thick."
"I don't get it how did he know!"
Sarkis was laughing so hard he nearly shot himself in the foot as he put his blaster away. He pointed at the ID. "The picture fell off just as you finished your speech."
"Thanks for your help, I hope you have a way out of here."
"Two TIE Defenders fully fueled and ready to blaze a trail from here through the heart of the New Republic."
"From here to the Relentless will be good enough."
"So, pretty sure you've got the stuff to join the Emperor's Hammer huh?"
Colton smiles. "You made it didn't you. Just kidding, I didn't almost get shot for nothing."
"Let's go then. I think we could us another pilot. You ditch your ride yet."
"It's set to go off, when someone tries to mess with it...KABOOM!"
"Are you crazy, some kid could..."
"No they won't touch it, what do you think I did with that 'Serve the Emperor' bumper sticker you sent me.
"Nice touch."
"I thought so. Now if you don't mind..."
"Right this way." They head into the spaceport. "You'll find that they handle well, the interior is comfortable, and perfect for vaping some New Reps."
They lift off without a hitch, and start towards open space. "So how do you like them?" Sarkis inquired.
"Nice. Can't wait to crush a few hundred A-Wings in one."
"If you like this you will love our new fighters. Everyone of them is made with the skill of the EH's pilots in mind."
"Can't wait! So Who's gonna pick us up?"
"What? No these are Hyperspace capable."
"All this and a hyperdrive too! What will they think of next! Just kidding I'm not that ignorant."
"OK here are the coordinates, get ready for hyperspace." Next stop EH space aboard the Imperial Star Destroyer Relentless...
Hey this is my voice over Sarkis, your line ends in 'hyperspace'!
If your handwriting didn't suck I'd know that! ;)
Have fun in the EH ;) And Serve the Empire above all else!
CMDR/LG Jordan2/Flayer-I/ISD Sub
Presents...
From Aurora With Love
PART 1:
Lieutenant General Jordan walked down the corridor with BG Yodavin and LG Conda. They we're headed to the briefing room, where Vice Admiral Crona would give them their daily assignment. "The cleaning droids have been busy today." Yodavin remarked. "I can almost see my reflection in the floor!"
The men came to to the blast doors to the briefing room. Conda punched the entry pad, and the doors swished open. Crona was already there, working on his data pad. His head lifted up, and noticed the three officers standing there. "Please come in gentlemen," Crona ushered, "we have a lot of work to accomplish." Jordan, Yodavin, and Conda sat down in the chairs in front of their commodore. "As you know," VA Crona continued, "the Imperial Security Bureau would like to establish a presence within the Hammer and Aurora. Admiral Jac, our Security Officer, will now tell you the details of this operation. Admiral Jac please..." Crona stepped down from stand and sat down beside Conda.
"Thank you, VA Crona. Gentlemen, a representative from the core of ISB will arrive exactly 2 days from now. He will be carrying vital information for us. It is essential that ALL rebel cruisers near Aurora be destroyed. Your squadrons will carry prototype scanning equipment, that will detect all craft within 200 km, instead of the usual 86 km. This will allow you to get a jump on the rebels. After you see the Rebels, call for reinforcements. One Imperial Star Destroyer will then come to attack the Rebels. Then, all you do is kill! Here are your designated flight paths." Jac gave everyone 12 microchips, one for each of their squadron's fighters. "Good luck! Now go get 'em!"
PART 2:
General Sked was on the top wing of his TIE Defender when Jordan walked in. "Hey Sked!" Jordan called. "Getting ready for our assignment?"
"Actually," Sked replied, "I was just giving my T/D a lookover. It's in pretty good condition, considering the amount of battles we've been in lately.
"Well, get suited up. We're leaving at 0930"
"Yessir!" Sked gave a quick salute and then walked into the main corridor. Jordan walked over to his flight suit, and began putting it on. When he was done, he went to the comm panel beside the main blast doors. He punched in the code for the Flayer squadron barracks. General Housman appeared on the screen. "Yes, Lieutenant General?" Housman asked.
"Joel, tell everyone to get suited up and ready for launch. They have 15 minutes."
"OK Jordan. See ya in 15." The screen faded to black. Jordan then went over to the main computer console. He told the automated system to get all of Flayer's ships prepped. Almost instantly, R2 units went scrambling to get ready.
* * *
"Acknowledged, LG Jordan. You and your squadron are clear for launch."
"Thank you control. Ready guys?" Jordan asked. He was greeted almost instantly with eleven yesses. "Then let's go!" The TIE Defender slowly lifted off the deck, and shot out the main bay doors. He was followed by 3 more Defenders, 4 Spectre Missile Boats, and 4 Phalanx interceptors. They formed into the standard 'Vic' formation, and proceeded to the jump point. "Guys," Jordan said, "we have a simple mission....hyper in somewhere, and scan for Rebels. If we see them, we are to call for reinforcements. Understood? Good. Engaging hyperdrive.." The stars stretched into starlines, and then into the light blue tunnel of hyperspace.
PART 3:
The twelve fighters shot out of hyperspace. Jordan flicked on the scanners. "Whoa! I'm reading a Rebel strike fleet 130 klicks out. It looks like two MC80s, three Carracks, a pair of Modified Frigates, and two squadrons of corvettes." Suddenly, another blip appeared on the screen. "Oh dear...it looks like an MC90 cruiser! Those babies are more powerful than ISDs, and carry more fighters too!" Jordan flicked the comm button on, opening a priority channel to the Sovereign. A small hologram of Admiral Threat appeared in front of Jordan.
"Yes Jordan?" Threat inquired.
"Uh, sir...we kinda have an..oh..MC90 cruiser here. We need more than one ISD. Suggest bringing a whole battle group here. We don't need to risk losing."
"Acknowledged," Threat replied, "I am dispatching Battlegroup two to your location. ETA 5 minutes."
"Thank you." Jordan turned off the comm panel. He then put his T/D to full power and set course for the rebel fleet. The rest of the squadron followed suit. "Erik, take your Spectres against those MC80s. Your double load of heavy rockets should be able to blow them quickly. When they're gone, go for the M/FRGs. Joel, use your advanced missiles to get the A-Wings, B-Wings, and Z-95s. We'll get the other fighters." The two FLs complied, and then set individual courses. They were at 80 klicks and closing now. The Rebels had detected them, and they were sending fighters. General Caso counted 14 squadrons of different fighters in all. 70 klicks. 60 klicks. 50 klicks. They could all see the outline of the MC90 now. 40 klicks. 30 klicks.
"Sir!" GN Sked shouted. "A-Wings at 4 klicks! They are heading for us!"
"It's OK, Sked. GN Housman will get em'." I hope. "Redirect all power to the engines and intercept the X-Wings." All of a sudden, a Calamari Light Cruiser shot out 2 klicks away from Jordan. It was JSSY's Darkhawk! "Good to see another friendly ship!"
"This is CEO Darkstar of Jedi StarshipYards! Rebel craft, prepare to go to hell!" Out of the landing bay on the Darkhawk shot twelve ICE Assassins; the fastest fighter to date. It was followed by a squadron of TIE Bombers. The CRL's turbolasers started firing at the swarms of hostile fighters. So far the Rebels had lost 16 fighters, the Imperials none. Jordan was hit in the rear by a laser from an A-Wing. The A-Wing kept in pursuit.
Jordan threw the Defender into a roll, hoping to shake the Rebel off. The A-Wing still was on him. Jordan saw the flashing yellow warning light, signalling him the A-Wing was locking on a missile. "Cover me! Help!" Jordan yelled. All of a sudden, the ISD Subjugator shot out of hyperspace 2 klicks from Jordan. 4 TIE Dragons from Butcher squadron launched.
"Coming Jordan!" BG Yodavin called. Yodavin brought is T/R to bear on the A-Wing. Two Vulcan pulses later, the A-Wing was in a million pieces.
"Thanks Yodavin. I owe ya one!"
"No prob," Yodavin replied, "now let's get the other scum!" Other Imperial starships were coming out of hyperspace now, and the odds were slowly evening out. The Rebels had now lost over 70 fighters and 4 capital ships.
"Everyone!" Jordan talked into the mic. "Concentrate all firepower on the MC90!" Over one hundred Imperial fighters closed in on the MC90, with weapons blazing. It took over 30 rockets and 40 advanced torpedos to destroy the monstrous ship. Twenty minutes later, it was all over.
* * *
"Welcome home everyone," Grand Admiral Ronin greeted on the fleetwide holonet, "I hope you enjoyed that battle! It was one of the few battles with no Imperial casualties! You should all be congratulated!"
That night in the mess hall, there was a big party. Stories were exchanged,
congratulations were given, and drinks were drunk. Everyone that night got to sleep two more hours. And life went on....
Respectfully Submitted,
CMDR/LG Jordan/Flayer - 1/ISD Sub, ACO (Sith)
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Imperial Navy Pilot Record
Personal Background information
Name: Jordan Dilba
Rank: Lieutenant General
Scandoc Transmission Code (FULL E-Mail): chkdilba@islandnet.com
Sex (M/F):M
Race: Alderaanian
Date of Birth: 02/24/17 Pre-Endor Date
Place of Birth (Please include Homeworld): Alderaan
Marital Status (Single, Married, Divorced, Separated): Single
Family: None known.
Social Status (Destitute, Poor, Well-to-do, Wealthy, Nobility): Wealthy
Significant Events of Childhood & Adolescence: The first thing I can ever recall was me waking up on the streets of Alderaan city. I had to steal just to get a bite to eat. One day, I was feasting on some cheese, when an Imperial officer found me. He immediately took my to the local Imperial School where I learned most everything I know now. I excelled in all courses and was accepted to the Naval academy at age 14. This was usually a very young age for someone to start the academy, but they thought I was superior to even the 19 year olds. During my first year, I heard of the destruction of Alderaan by the Death Star, and almost burst out loud cheering. I was so happy that the place of my suffering had finally been destroyed.
Significant Events of Adulthood: During the battle of Endor, I scored second for the most kills. I was awarded lots and lots of credit$, so I decided to make an investment. The investment skyrocketed, and now I am very wealthy. I remain in the navy because I feel the need for the adrenaline.
Alignment & Attitude: I am truly loyal to the Empire, and will gladly do anything for it. I like pouncing on any opportunity I get, and don't mind a little extra work.
Former Occupations (if any): Street thief.
Hobbies: Building scale models of Imperial craft.
Tragedies: None
Phobias & Allergies: I'm allergic to hallucinagens and some painkillers.
Personal views of the Empire (and Emperor's Hammer): I consider the Empire as the parents I never had. It took me into it's home, nurtured me, and help shape my personality.
Reason for applying to the Emperor's Hammer Elite Strike Fleet: Well, the other Grand Admirals didn't really have a clue when it came to just plain shoot and kill. I heard of GA Ronin and his fleet. I thought the missions were very different compared to the other missions I had flown. Like I said, I live for the adrenaline.
I hereby confirm that the above information is legitimate and accurate to the best of my knowledge.
Signature:
Lieutenant General JordanDate: 04/08/96