Jedi Guardian Fenrir
Join Date: Jun 2000
Location: Aboard the NFX Oracle
This is what Chapter 1 of 'Problem' looks like so far. Of course, there is alot of work needed, but I think taht considering how hard it is to write books, and a Star Wars fill-in-the-blanks book, It is kinda good.
Of course, it doesn't show the whole plot, just the style of writing as it is at the mo.
Opinions people - that what I need (not plot ideas - ive planned the whole thing out now)
Problem - Chapter 1
As the blue light show of hyperspace faded away, the small strike group came out barely tens of metres off the convoy, a little closer in the case of one starfighter, who came out straight in to one of the transports, taking it with it. The blast radius hit the sturdy shields of the main ship of the group - the ‘Endeavour’, a new class of Calamari ship, designed to take on larger craft, and this was to be it’s first real field test..
The captain of the new ship was a respected man, who also test flew the modified corvette into battle against Imperials. He looked highly concerned, which was noted by most as the norm for him, and what gave him his eye for details, that made him such a successful commander, but today there was a more tense air about him, as if he knew full well that his career was about to take a major down turn...
“Tell all fighters to scramble. As per orders - Ys take on the convoy, Xs run interference. I want to keep our two gunships here, just in case,” he ordered across to the comms officer, who then relayed the instructions to the rest of the group .
He looked round and out of the bridge’s window, to see the red glow of fighter engines moving towards the convoy, and the first signs of blaster and ion fire from the vanguard Y-wings as they started their run against one of the heavy cargo haulers. A little to the left, and he could just make out what appeared to be a swarm of Mynoks, which soon made themselves known as TIE Fighters, betrayed by the signature emerald coloured blaster fire, as they started their own attack run, against the Y-Wings.
He turned to the comms officer, and issued orders for Black group to cover the Y-Wings.
All was fairly peaceful at present, going as any hit-and-fade should, but he just felt that someting was a miss. Considering the outcome of the past few operations of this kind, he wasn’t about to take any chances. As such, he went asked the Flight Leaders to check in, but to no avail. They didn’t see anything out of th ordinary either. Comms officer wasn’t picking up anything beyond the starfighters and convoys chatter. What ever was goning to happen was going to hit hard. That left only other option to look in to.
“Sensor station - do we have any contacts in range we should know about ?” he continued.
“Sensors aren’t picking up any thing in terms of major escort at present. One escort carrier, two corvettes, one strike cruiser, four TIE Fighter squadrons and 1 TIE Interceptor squadron. Coast looks clear.”
“Excuse me, can you repeat that ensign......”
“One escort carrier, one strike cruiser, two corvettes, five TIE squadrons - four...,” was as far as he got before the captain burst in with, “five - how in Kessel can they field five TIE squadrons with only one escort carrier around ? It’s capacity is for two at most !”
He let the implications of this sink in for a few moments. What ever was waiting was about to happen. Instinct kicked in, and he was to issue orders for a withdrawal, when the Sensor Officer piped up with, “Err - captain, we have a large trace coming in, approximately four ships, and they’ll be here in two minutes.”
The captain muttered, “Well - its REALLY gonna hit the fan now.” In his mind, all he could see where the picture from the briefing of the last two assaults, and the ship that tore in to starfighters and corvettes a like. And as if to confirm his worst fears, the sensor officer then again spoke up, “And one of the traces matches that of the one uploaded before we left the fleet. It’s on it’s way, and will be the first to arrive.”
Out in the battle field, the X-Wings were coping well enough, having suffered minimal losses, and the Y-Wings had managed to disable 2 tranports already, although there were a good many more to go.
Red leader turned his X-Wing around, and was bracketting a TIE-Fighter in his sights, when a ship came out of Hyoperspace not far off the ‘Endeavour’. He promptely forgot the TIE. The flight group comm channel was suddenly alive with general panic over the new arrival. Unfortunately for some pilots, they paid a little too much attention to it for their own good.
“Wow - ‘Endeavour, you do know what just dropped in, right ?” cried out Black Leader
“Black Leader, we know, and we are re-thinking. But we are going to try to give you more time. This convoy is simply too large to let go.”
“But the ‘Endeavour’...”
“...was designed specifically to take on this threat. We’ll handle her - you just take care of those fighters.” stated captain.
This was not a good turn of events. They had to disable this convoy. It had been a while since the Alliance had had any success. They needed to disrupt the local Navy, not matter what...
“Red Leader, we have TIE Interceptors heading your way from the newly arrived escort carrier. You take your Xs out there, and fast - okay !” came booming through Red Leader’s headset.
“Aye sir,” replied Red Leader. He switched his comm channel to group, and then joked “You heard him Reds. We have to leave this party, and go crash someone else’s - you up for it.”
“Well - I was kinda looking forward to the present set of company....”
Very funny Red Three, we all know you don’t like Interceptors, Red Leader mused.
“That was more of an order than an invitation Red Three. Break by pairs, and stick to your wing.”
“And don’t forget to stay out of range of their frigates - the cross fire will have you in a moment,” came the voice of Green Leader.
“Cheers Green Leader - duly noted, but Granny already knows how to suck eggs,” replied Red Three, in his usual up-beat tone.
“Just make sure she don’t choke on them eggs Red Three...,” was Green Leader’s last comment before the two groups parted company.
And so, they turned tail, and twelve X-wings streaked their way across the star field, directly at the Interceptors, except one didn’t quite make it...
“This is Red Five, got twin eyeballs on me - need assistance. Red Six, where the hell are you ?”
“I’m here with you little bro - hold on... Damn it - where are you ?”
“Help me I can’t... hold...... it.................”
And then the sound dreaded by all flight group leaders broke out across the airways - a cry of pain, followed by static, punctuated only by a particularly large doom bloom to one side of his peripheral vision.
“BROTHER !!!!!!!!” screamed Red Six.
Red Leader knew the feeling - his brother died sixteen months back in an assault against an ‘obsolete and deactivated’ dreadnought fleet yard, which had half the Imperial Navy in wait behind it, and a newly refurbished defensive perimeter. He had to split and leave him behind, he had to warn the rest of the fleet, but his brother, of all people to leave alone....
“Red Six, break off and fly the coop - your no use in this condition.”
“Negative Red Leader - this is for my broth...”
“Do not disregard my orders - go home !” he thundered, adding in a more feeling tone, “Please. Warn the rest of the fleet - don’t let your brother’s memory die with you...”
After a quick shuffle of thoughts, Red Six's reply come across the air waves, “Ai sir. Co-ordinates input - see you guys later.....”
And so two of twelve were down, and the Interceptors were still out of range..
“This is Red Leader, Captain, any chance of some back up - some A-Wings may be ?”
“You know I can’t manage it - I explained this before we left.”
“You tell that to the rest of the fleet... wow - Red Two - split hi-lo, bracket him on the run...”
And so the two groups met, and Red Leader was the first lost. The Interceptors first barrage scored one kill, and heavy damage on three other ships, although the X-wings scored three kills, but then a second wave of Interceptors appeared behind the first - they had been hidden from sight, and thanks to some top notch flying, from sensors too. That wave then finished of the three damaged X-Wings, leaving but half the unit after the first ten seconds of engagement. Not good terms to start of on in any melee.
“The cross fire from those two ships is to much - their range is simply too good, and these Interceptors just retreat back the moment we go after them, but then we can only focus on one at a time - we need back-up....,” exclaimed Red Twelve to the Endeavour, but his statement fell on deaf ears, as the Endeavour’s first taste of battle was turning out to be sour...
“It’s got us broadside now sir - and she’s bringing all guns to bear !”
“Transfer all power to those shields. We have to at least try to survive long enough to run.”
“We have a new signal coming in of the port sir, but our IFF is down..”
“Well then - bring it up on my monitor, and we’ll take a look,” was all that the commander could say.
A simple ‘hit-and-fade’ which had suddenly gone disastrously wrong, as had so many such operations of late. In actual fact he didn’t really need to know what had just arrived. In the end, the only ship that mattered was the one currently pounding the hell out of his Lieutenant Calamari Cruiser, a ship designed to take on the very aggressor ripping her to shreds at this very moment.
“Sir, Red Nine says it’s a Victory Class Destroyer - but as the IFF is down, we don’t know whose command it is..”
And that was all the Comms Officer could say, for he was now dead. The last volley of ion fire from the ship at close quarters hit the comms array, and so the chain reaction hit the bridge - and took half of the consoles with it ! Yet in the back ground, you could still hear the voices of many of the fighter pilots, all of whom were screaming in pain, or calling out warnings that simple couldn’t be heeded in time.
“Fire crews to the Bridge - repeat....” was now the cry in the air. There were not enough ships in the task force, not enough star fighters for a screen and not enough crew left for this ship.. “Damn Imps. Some one patch into comms.....warn the fleet...... someone wanna......” Looking round, it was obvious that he was actually the last one left on the bridge besides the Star fighter Co-ordinator, who had enough to deal with.
“Never mind,” he muttered, “ you - tell the star fighters to run”.
The Fighter Co-Ord Officer looked up, and pleaded, “what - they’re the only back up we have left against that thing !”
“Don’t you think I know that - but we’ve already lost fifty percent of our units - they can live to fight another day...”
“But sir !”
“Do it - get them to get word to the rest of the fleet,” he said, feeling a distinct sense of lost pride and defeat weighing too heavily to handle.
“These Imps keep doing this, and we haven’t been able to take out ONE of those things. Well - I’m going to do it here and now,” he muttered, before adding aloud, “Tell all remaining personnel they have five minutes to evacuate - after which, if we’re still in one piece....”
He expected the officer to butt in, to retort again, but it’s almost as if he were reading his intentions, as all he said was “Ai sir - order issued. Force be with you,” and then sprinted across the demolished bridge to the door, and then sealed it.
“Come on then you kriffing swines - how about this for a thorn in your side......”
“Sir, they are severely crippled, and appear to be listing. It appears she has even given the order for her star fighter support to flee. Should we tell out scouts to follow, or...”
The tall character in the middle of the bridge looked down at the sensors station from his walkway above, and merely nodded, whilst adding, “We may as well. Those star fighters are only going to try to inform the main Rebel fleet. I’d rather this was a quick assignment”
And so the order was issued, and Tau group Gunboats went in pursuit of the fleeing Y- and X-wings, destroying two straight off who were a little slower on the up take.
“Close in, that ship may still be salvageable. I am sure that the intelligence division would love the chance to get their hands on one of those. Issue the order for our assault shuttles to launch.”
“Yes sir........ err, sir, there is an unusually large amount of activity coming from that Calamari Cruiser - it’s launching life boats and shuttles, and appears to be... turning...”
The destroyer captain looked down again, as peacefully as before, with a quizzical look on his face, “Well - which way is she turning ?”
“Well, she is turning towards us, and she appears to be.... her main engines are powering up !”
The captain suddenly went from cool, calm and collected to panic stricken. “I thought you told me Tau had sorted out her engines - they went off line - you told me so yourself - how can they have them online so fast ? We’re too close - REVERSE ENGINES !”
The ship tried to pull out of the way, but she was broadside on the Rebel ship, and at that moment, the ship’s proximity alarms went off, and as did the front half of the ship’s hull.
From it’s vantage point a few clicks off, the forgotten, recently arrived, Victory class destroyer saw the front, dagger shaped end of the Lieutenant Cruiser almost slice through the main pylon of the Imperial’s latest and greatest invention....
“I did tell command that he was not quite the command ability his exterior suggested. Shame really, it was such a nice ship..”
“What do we do about the survivors - Rebel and Imperial ?”, asked the Flight deck Officer, “Should I dispatch a recovery crew ?”
The admiral looked back out to space at the fleeing Imperial construction convoy, and thought for a moment.
“Yes, although if you come across Captain Afril, ensure he is incarcerated on return for gross negligence.”
And as he continued to stare out of the transpari-steel window, he saw the recovery procedure commence, and the convoy jump to hyperspace, on their way to the construction facility where a replacement would soon be complete for the recently dissected capitol ship, and then more besides.
Nova Squadron, the Elite B-Wing flight group stationed aboard the Nebulon B Frigate 'Oracle', home of the tech library.
'No capitol too large, no corvette too armed. NOVA squadron, for ALL your extermination needs. Our special at the moment - SSDs (See our work with the Iron Fist !) !'
Commander Jon 'DFMD' Adamson - leader of Nova Squadron (B-Wing ID = 'The White Witch')