BadSamaritan

Admiral Krevin smiled as his fleet left hyperspace, and he saw the rebel fleet floating in orbit. It was larger than he expected, but he knew it wouldnt matter. He knew at least of few of those vessels were under the command of the rebel admiral Redneck, who had been the one to hand over the location of the rebel headquarters to him. And he knew they would stand down once ordered. Krevin reached down, and touched a button on his console. "Attention all ships, keep formation, and prepate to move ahead at full speed. Launch all fighters, and set up a defence screen. Launch all gunboats, and send them out to prevent any rebel transports from evacuating." he ordered. He watched carefully as the fighters of his fleet launched, followed by the gunboats. he stood, and walked to the front of the bridge. He watched as the fleet moved on the rebels vessels, and he noticed something odd. He had come out of hyperspace to far away from the fleet to prevent all the vessels from escaping. He cursed under his breath, and walked over to his tactical display. he studied it for a moment, and then sighed. He looked over to his tactical officer, and he noticed the same look on his face also. he too had noticed that some rebel vessels were sure to get away. But Krevin paid it no mind, the headquarters would fall this day. he walked back to his command chair, and tapped another button. "Attention gunboats, move out at full speed, and catch any vessels trying to escape. Use ion cannons to disable them, I want as many prisoners as possible. But if need be, do not be afraid to destory them." he said. He watched as his gunboats rocketed off into space to intercept any vessels that tried to escape. he tuned his attention back to his main force, and smiled. The rebel fleet would be in range soon, and soon after, the rebellion would fall.

Hold on a sec, wasnt this supposed to be the no-spam thread?

OOC - Oops..... lemme fix that.

WORKS FOR ME!!!!

Nope. The rebels will be killed my the empire. The empire will get wiped out by the new mandalorian war machine. And the mandalorians will rule forever!!!

Yes, yes they will. Right after they wipe out the rebels.

Admiral Krevin sat upon his command chair on the bridge of his Star Destroyer, the Dragons Breath, and stared out at the fleet assembled around his ship. Two elderly victory-class destroyers, the Viper and the Hunter flanked his vessel, and out in front of his star destoyers, a trio of what he thought were the oldest dreadnaughts in the galaxy hung silenty, taking point in the formation. Directly flanking the command tower of his vessel however, were two brand new lancer-class frigates, fresh out of the Kuat drive yards. He knew it wasnt the kind of fleet that would impress most front line admirals, but it was his fleet. And unlike most front line admirals, he had gotten this far through competence, and not through blind ambition. Krevin nodded slowly, and turned his head away from the main viewscreen. He tapped a button on his chair, and a small screen hologram appeared. "Commander Neryk, is the fleet ready? This attack must be flawless if we are to take the target." he asked the man, and the man nodded sharply. The admiral smiled, and nodded in return. He knew his commander would not say anything, he was incapable of speech, ever since he had been injured fighting pirates on the other side of the rim. But he wore that scar like a badge of honor. And the admiral commended him for it. Krevin tapped the button again, and the hologram vanished. Krevin then tapped another button, and looked out of the main viewscreen of his vessel. "Attention all vessels, this is Admiral Krevin speaking. What we are about to do, goes against all imperial protocall. Through certain means I have aqquired the location of a major rebel base. As you are all aware, the location of such bases are supposed to be relayed to Coruscant, and then we are to await orders to attack in force. But this is a different type of situation. This is no ordinary rebel base, but the headquarters of the rebellion. Because of this, I have decided to skip protocall, and launch this strike against it immediatly, before the rebels know that we have found them." Krevin said, his voice resonating with pride. He knew this wasnt the shiniest fleet in the Empire, not was it the largest. But in his mind, it was the best. Everyone in this fleet had been with him for years now, and trusted him with their lives. But most of all, he could recall every person under his command, from his captains to the lowest of stormtroopers, wtih just a glance of their face. This just wasnt his fleet, it was his family. And they all knew it. "Needless to say, if we can destroy the headquarters, and capture the heads of the rebellion, everyone who helped along the way will be remembered as heroes of the empire. With this being said, let the operation commence." he said, and he lifted his finger off the button. From the pit crews came a loud cheer, and Krevin smiled. He knew he should have Chasticed them all for such an outburst, but he also knew that everyone throughout his fleet would be doing the same thing. He ran a clean fleet, but a loose enough one to be effecient. Yet another reason he felt he was above all other admirals. Krevin nodded towards his navigator, and his navigator nodded briskly, and began to send signals to the rest of the fleet, containg all the jump coordinates htey would need for the attack. Krevin clasped his hands and rested his head upon his thumbs. As his fleet began to enter hyperspace, he smiled. The rebels would never now what hit them, and he knew it. And when he hit them, the rebellion would reel back, and fall to a point that it would never recover from. OOC - Like i said, fleet sized stress!

OOC - I wont kill anybody, thats for sure. Ill just put a whole lot of stress on them all, at once. Think fleet sized stress......

SARGEANT!! CORPORAL!! Knock it off, or I will see to it you are both busted down in rank so fast, you think you got thrown into hyperspace!!

OOC - Hey guys, seems like a very nice story you have ging on here. Mind if i throw a monkey wrench in your plot?

How dare you even think of comparing insectoid vermin with the might of the mandalorians!!!

Im still hoping for some mandalorian warriors. I may hope in vain, but hey, I can have dreams.

Dally leaned back in his chair, his head bouncing slightly with the loud music blaring throu the ship. But he barely heard it, his mind was elsewere, thinking of mostly how to get out of this horrid position he found himself in. Being forced to work for the imperials was no fun, not to mention unprofitable. He suddenly noticed a light blinking on his console, and he leaned forward. He was almost to Mantooine, and he would be leaving hyperspace soon. He sighed, and reached for the levers that would drag him out of hyperspace. But as he waited for the signal, something in the back of his mind almost seemed to scream at him to pull the levers. He got that once in a while, and had learned to trust it. he yanked back on the levers, and cursed immediatly at what he saw. Two star destoryers hung in orbit, along with what looked like a small convoy of large transport ships. One of which was directly in his path. He cranked the yoke of his ship hard, and could almost hear his shield scraping against the hull of the transport. He cursed again as a pair of TIEs came in from the oppostie direction, and he swerved to avoid them also. He then pointed his ship directly at the planet, and shoved the throttle all the way forward. He wasnt in the mood to be bothered by imps yet again. As he left the outskirts of the imperial convoy, he opened up a specail comm channel, and tapped out a short code on it. He waited for a moment, and then the tinny voice of a droid came back to him. "Code accepted, please follow the path being transmitted to you now." it said, and Dally cursed. He didnt want to go to the base, and possibly give it away to the Imperials. He quickly punched in another code, and after a few moments, a familiar voice came back to him. "Dally, you worthless bum, this had better be good. or didnt you notice the fleet in orbit?" the voice said. Dally smiled, knowing that his old friend wouldnt do anything to him. "I am perfectly aware of that fleet, which is why i didnt fly straight to the base. Now do you want to know why I am here, or not?" he asked, and he reached into his pocket, and pulled out on of his sticks. As he leaned down to light it, a slight chuckle came back over the comm. "Lemme guess," the voice said, "You have some hot info on some imperial tech thats just dying to be stolen, right?" "You bet your skin I do. A lot of it. Enough to arm platoon, at least. Along with giving some pilots a few fighters, and a fleet a few small gunboats." he said, a smile on his face. He knew that this would pique their interest. They may even pay him for the info. But he knew that if he wanted to live, he needed to get to a major rebel base. "And lemme guess, its a fesh supply dump out on the rim, stocked fresh with supplies? And its stationed in a small asteroid belt, way out at the edge of the Krithyik system? Because if it is, dont bother. We already got that stash. And its already being prepared to be put to good use harassing Admiral Noreto." the voice came back, and dally just sat their stunned. As if his situation wasnt bad enough, it just got worse. here he was, with useless information to try and sell to rebels that didnt need it, and an admiral breathing down his neck. He didnt think this could possibly get any worse. But on the plus side, at least the info that the admiral had planned to use against the rebels had been turned against him. He deserved it. "Well then," he said, after a few moments," I guess I will be on my way."he said, his voice soft. He flicked the comm off, and pulled the throttle back, bringing his ship to a halt in space. He was stuck. He new he didnt have anything to give the rebels now to get him into a major base, and he couldnt go back to the admiral empty handed. And he knew he couldnt run without being marked for the rest of his life. He smacked the control panel of his ship, and then punched in a long, complicated sequence into his comm unit. After a moment, he types out a quick message to the admiral telling him what had happened, and thet he was going to head back to Orath, and wait for instructions there. He turned his ship around, and rocket away from the planet. The imperial convoy was in his way, but he really didnt care. As he flew through it, he flicked on his sheilds, and went full speed into a patrolling squadron of TIEs. He could feel the impact as his sheild clipped on, and he looked to his sensor board, and noticed that a few of the fighters were missing. he shrugged it off, and after a few moments, a harsh voice came over his comm system. Whoever it was, obviously didnt understand the concepts of ordering a smuglling vessel to stop. As the voice continues to order him, he pulled back on some levers, and launched himself back into hyperspace, back towards the Orath system, where this had all began. *OOC - Sorry guys, but I find it hard to do anything small.*

Maybe he took it down to fix the problem i reported?

Ummmm...... how do i post my info on the site man? Maybe Im just a little off ttoday, but i cant a seem to figure out how.

That wont help you my friend.... not at all.

Not only do black holes burn out, they do it at an exponential rate. The smaller they get, the more energy the put out. The more they put out, the smaller they get. Its a viscious cycle.

You guys just leave the killing of trej to me. (assuming my plan works)

Welcome to last week.

Dally mumbled to himself, cursing the day he had ever agreed to work for the rebels. It just wasnt worth the amount they offered him, ever. Considering the fact that he had never been interrogated like that before, no amount of money was worth it. He reached into his pocket, and cursed loudly again, realizing that those stormtroopers hadnt given his smoke sticks back. he reached ino a small compartment, and pulled out a fresh pack. He opened it, and lit it quickly. he sat there for a moment in space, wondering what to do. He obvioulsy was working for the imps now, more correctly, for that stuck up admiral. He picked up the plate of food, and began to eat it slowly. he knew he didnt really have a choice in the matter, but he also didnt like to be forced to do things against his will. he sat back and pondered this for a while, before looking at his droid. "Hey, jack in, and bring this info up on my screen. I want to see what we are dealing with." he said, motioning towards the main console. The droid moved up, and plugged himself in. On the main screen, came the location of a planet, and coordinates on the planet. Also, a long list of equipment appeared, ranging from small arms and armor, to fighter parts, demolitions, and even a pair of gunboats. By the looks of it, it was a supply dump out on the rim. A nicely stocked one at that. Dally leaned back in his chair, and sighed. He hated to just help lead the rebels into what was certainly going to be a trap, but at the same time, he hated them for getting him into this mess. He looked over to the droid, and thought for a moment. He didnt want to go, but he didnt really have a choice. He reached to his console, and brought up his nav-comp. he tapped a few bottons, and then hit the throttle, sending his ship rocketing forward. He had a long flight ahead of him, and hopefully, the flight would give him enough time to figure out how to get out of this whole situation. Or maybe even turn it to his advantage. He reached up onto his console, and when the nav-comp beeped, he pulled back on a pair of levers, rocketing his ship into hyperspace. OOC - Sorry to decide what the info was Trej, but i had to make something up, so I can figure out how to get myself out of this. Ill figure thatout later. Whos this contact i have, or am i supposed to figure that out myself also?

Hey trej, Im still waiting on you to tell me on how well i cam out of the intelligence session...

I am all for nuking Endor. And ruling the galaxy. When do we start?

Hey, who is more important, the fans you already have? Or the fans you might have with a novel?

Something about that phrase stirred my loins in ways that only massive destruction can.....

kaja, just take a look at what my guy is doing. While he isnt really on anybodies side, he is letting the other chars make some of his desicions, and he will run with them later, as he see fits. Thats how a smuggler usually works.