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+++ Halmere sat in his meditation chamber aboard the Destroyer High Order. Even those who used the Dark side needed to concentrate when it came to the more powerful works. The Emperor and Darth Vader had given him the mission of tracking down the powerful Kyp Durron. The events that lead from the boy's rise from the spice mines of Kessel to one of the most powerful enemies of the Emperor were an embarrassment to the Order. Worst of all, the escaped dark Jedi -for that was truly what he was- had gone on to train other apprentices not nearly so tainted by the dark side. Durron was the opposite of Halmere, a Dark Jedi trying to move towards the light. But the long path to the light was a long one with many stumbling points. If he could wait and watch for the right opportunity, push when anger was trying to take him, Durron might fall. The other Jedi that had gathered to the Rebellion were all of rather mediocre power by comparison. With their only potential Jedi master out of the way the others would fall one by one just as with the other Jedi purges before. It would take all of his power and concentration to try and tilt the slope on which Durron stood in the coming battle. His target would be there, the Emperor had been able to determine that Kyp would be at Bothawui for a large battle. It was one of the few hint's anyone had been able to glean from the Force about the Rogue's whereabouts in more than a year. Halmere opened one of the sealed cases in his meditation chamber. In it was one of the crystals that has been discovered through the efforts of Dessan. They could act as something of a force reserve to help stave off weariness when used in battle. The difficult part was charging them. It was rumoured among his servants that the Emperor had been conducting larger and larger experiments with them, trying to find new ways to expand his already near limitless power. Thinking about those things were for later though. He sat back and focused on filling the small force receptive crystal in front of him with his rage, his anger and most importantly his feeling of power. +++ Blade of the Empire reverted to hyperspace at the edge of Bothan Space. Recon units of Carrack Cruisers equipped with Assault Gunboats jumped to hyperspace on different headings. Each ship would check one of the likely star systems in the sector for the presence of the rebel fleet. Once that was known the Imperial fleet would strike accordingly. "We have to destroy as many of the Rebel in one swift strike as possible." Mused Phennir, once again looking out the viewports of his command ship. It had taken him awhile to realise it at first, but when he'd been transferred to shipboard command looking from a ship's viewports was much like looking out from a Tie Cockpit. The Inquisitor hadn't contacted him since before they left the Corellian Run so he intended to follow his last orders. 'Engage the Rebel fleet within three days time.' Reports started to come in from the surrounding sectors. Most had reported a flurry of Rebel activity over the past week or more but much of it had quieted over the past few days. Hours after the fleet's arrival on station, the scout ships began to return. "Scouts report that a large rebel force remains at Bothawui sir." The General's aid finally reported. "Three Victory Destroyers, the Bothan Cruiser-Carrier and some converted freighters." "How many starfighter squadrons were present?" "It's difficult to tell sir, a large number of them appear to be groundside. From what we've been able to determine there are close to twenty squadrons augmented with another ten squadrons of rebuilt Tie Starfighters. "Ten Squadrons?!" "Yes sir, six appear to be older Tie/ln and four more are Tie Interceptor. The interceptors may have been captured from Squadrons left behind by the retreating sector fleet. As for the older Tie Starfighters, there were no reports of them being used in the invasion of the sector. It's likely they were being held in reserve." "And these are the Rebels so they'll have equipped nearly all of them with at least rudimentary shields." This could be difficult. 'Where are the Mon Cal's?" "They haven't been found yet sir." "And the Pirate Cruiser?" "Last reported outside of the sector just yesterday." Phennir contemplated the sort of Tactics the Rebels might use. "...Eighteen squadrons between those three missing ships. They're valuable enough that I doubt the Rebels would let them travel alone." The sensors officer down in the crew pit spoke up. "Sir, unscheduled hyperspace reversions detected... It's a small rebel strike group. Corvettes and Gunships." "They may have followed our scout ships back." Suggested the General's aid. "Possible, but it's more likely that they've been searching for us." Phennir raised his voice slightly so that everyone in the crew pit could hear. "Put the fleet on alert and scramble starfighters to intercept the Rebel group. I want a Strike Cruiser and two Carrack Cruisers to make a close pass on the Rebel starships. When our ships begin to engage, have our Interdictor activate gravity wells." "Rebel Corvette group is staying near the edge of our maximum Gravity well range." The Imperial General cursed. "We're going to suffer hit and fade attacks until we hit the Rebel main fleet. They're hoping to wear down our numbers before that happens." 062

All good ones guys. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/SolarEclipse.jpg God, I have a warped sense of humor.

I don't know... it's just one of his most prominent lines. Well, that along with: "Concentrate all fire on that Super Star Destroyer!" Found some more decent ones. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/anger.jpg http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/cleric.jpg Yes I know Paul is going to kill me. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/REBELS-Impflightschool.jpg

Another Lego clip. EDIT: Uh... this time with a working link. Various Simpsons Into's

I dediced this needed it's own thread or it would have been burried int eh Randomness thread within a day. I'm sure everyone knows about motivational posters and the parodies of them Floating around the Internets. Well here's the parody source. http://diy.despair.com/motivator.php Give it a try. Here's one I found. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/Motivational-TANKS1180156474164.jpg And one that I made. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/poster37745162.jpg (Ironically it did take me a few tries for my poster to turn out right.) Lastly, the old classic I posted in teh Randomness thread Waaaaay back, along with the DS 'Firepower' one. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/1140059680649Ackbar.jpg EDIT: HEhehehehe! http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/poster62781813.jpg

You can tell I got a day off work when... +++ The Ralroost and her sister ship, another partially completed Bothan Cruiser, dropped out of hyperspace in high orbit of Bothawui. Ralroost's crew had finished making the newer ship essentially space worthy in record time and more importantly had installed her hyperdrive. The larger crews of both MC-90 Heavy Cruisers were working overtime to outfit the remaining Bothan Assault Cruisers. "Kre'fey to Bothawui control, please direct Cruiser 'Pride of Kothlis' to a parking orbit for maintenance." "Bothawui control, order acknowledged Admiral. Please be advised that a representative of the Smuggler's Alliance has been attempting to contact you." "Understood. I'll take care of it." Kre'fey glanced over his shoulder. "Com, see if you can find the Wild Karrde in orbit somewhere and put me through to them." After a few minutes of bouncing signals off of orbital Com satellites the officer looked up. "Signal is going through sir." The bearded Information broker and smuggler kingpin that was Booster's partner appeared in the Holo display. "Karrde here, I've got the ships that you wanted and a few other things besides." "Thank the force." The Bothan Admiral exclaimed out loud. "Make for the main spaceport. We're bringing in weapons shipments there." "Already way ahead of you. I do have a few 'mission specific' modules that the Heavy lifters still need to bring down from orbit though. Any idea on placement?" "Horn should be on the ground, talk to him. Has Booster given any word on how things are working out with the Mercenaries?" Karrde shrugged. "You don't have enough money to pay for all of them just yet but Booster gave them his word that they'd be paid eventually one way or another. Rumours are starting to circulate about the salvage price on Imperial ships. After he calmed most of them down about the whole matter Booster dropped his starfighter wing and left the system. That was nearly an hour after I arrived in system." "Do you know what he's up to?" "I'll bet he went to get the rest of his fighters. It'll help." Karrde chuckled. "Have you seen the capital's space port by the way? They're starting to force Starfighters to park out in nearby fields and ground lanes." "I hope Booster looked into how all of those fighters are going to refuel before he left." Karrde glanced to the side of the screen for a moment and then brought is attention back to the Admiral, his face serious. "Some of my sources have spotted a major Imp taskforce forming up on the Corellian Run. More than twenty heavies plus support." "Any signs of Superweapons?" "None. Either the Imperials believe one isn't necessary... or one just isn't available." "Iblis." Kre'fey muttered. "Is there any way we can warn the Corellian General?" "Not before his own intel network finds out about it." "How long until the Imperial fleet hits us?" "Two or three days at the most. You should start preparing for recon flights." "I suppose a week was all we could hope for. This has to work Karrde. The Empire hits us faster and harder each time we try to come back and restart the fight." "If we fail this time it'll be more than a generation before anyone try's again." +++ General Turr Phennir marched onto the bridge of the Command class Super Star Destroyer 'Blade of the Empire.' Her sister ship, Anguish, cruised ahead and to port. He continued up the command walkway to the forward viewports. Sixteen Imperial class Destroyers surrounded his two most powerful ships, with four more from the Bothan Sector fleet towards the front of the formation and the Inquisitor's hanging back toward the rear. Ten Victory Destroyers, a dedicated Droid fighter Carrier and a host of support ships rounded out the fleet. He put his hand up to the tansparisteel viewport and examined the thickness of it's inner and outer layers. Twenty years ago at Endor he'd seen an A-wing Starfighter sheer clean through the viewport of the Executor. Admiral Piett had been killed instantly, and it must have been through an act of the Emperor himself that the great ship hadn't fallen out of orbit when her controls went awry. As it was, Chimera, Devastator and Virulience had only barely stabilised the huge Destroyer with their Tractor beams. These days the bridge viewports of dedicated command ships were designed to survive a suicide attack. Most of those types of attacks anyways. The General's aid approached, stirring him from his thoughts. "The latest Tie simulation scores sir." The General picked up the pad and scrolled down the list glancing over the averages for each unit. "Is this all of them?" "Yes sir." "These scores are against the programs I assigned? All of them?" "Yes sir." The Junior officer repeated. Phennir held up the datapad and waved it slightly. "With these results either all of our Pilots are good enough to fly against Vader and Fel at the heights of their careers, or someone turned down the difficulty levels." "There were some complaints that came in from some squadron commanders sir, insisting that the difficulty was set too high for pilots to get any lengthy experience with it." "You may tell the pilots that each simulation is based off of actual battles. I realise that not all of our pilots are up to 181st standards," said the General turning to look out the viewport again. "...but we need to get those that are capable up to the level where they'll survive." Phennir handed the datapad back to his aid. "Reset the scores. The Inquisitor has insisted that we attack the Bothan Homeworld within the next three days, our people have that long to prepare. Whatever new simulations are being prepared based off the information from the sector fleet survivors, either double the Rebel numbers or their difficulty settings." The aid waited, silently guessing what Phennir would say next. "Preferably both." The General said at last. 061

Found it! http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Image:RogueSquadronPilots.jpg This is another scene I saw in the trailer, or one incredibly close to it. EDIT: For all you Thrawn fans out there. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Thrawn-CG.jpg The best CG'd character they've done so far. (Most of the others still need a little work. *Cough*Mara*cough*)

I think I almost prefer the CG cartoony style to the low-budget-chinese-anime style used in the Clone wars cartoons. I recognised a LOT of scenes from pictures of the Rogue squadron Comics that I've seen. http://www.talesofthenewrepublic.com/images/stills/SWA_Fel_01_thumb.jpg http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/thumb/d/dd/Xwing21.jpg/250px-Xwing21.jpg http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/X-wing:_Rogue_Squadron_%28comics%29

Yeah, I'm thinking a Rebel Dot-Rank thing. If you went for Jedi Knight you could have the lightsaber turned the opposite way J's is? (Man I wish I didn't have to make up for those 500 posts I lost to the crash.)

Can't concentrate enough at 1 AM to do any writing. Stupid work. If I spelled any character names wrong BEAK me so I can edit it. +++ Captain Nalgol paced the command walkway of Tyrannic. Four Imperial class Star Destroyers had fled, had simply run away, from a group of mere Rebels. In all fairness though the Rebels had brought along the two most powerful Warships the Mon Cal had ever built. And those Ugly starfighters they'd used... "Sensors have you begun an analysis of the starfighters employed by the Rebel forces?" "No, sir." "Begin one immediately. Com, when we come out of hyperspace for our next course change contact the Strike Cruiser Brigandine and our remaining Carrack Cruisers. Send them to the sectors surrounding Bothan space and deliver warnings about heavy Rebel activity. They'll have a much harder time expanding their foothold if all of the nearest sectors are on alert." Nalgol considered the state of the sector fleet that had occupied Bothan space. Some systems in the sector were more remote and without hypercom wouldn't know for some time that they'd been cut off. The Moffs in the surrounding sectors would probably hoard their ships and Destroyers for their own defence rather than risk losing valuable warships away from home. Tyrannic reverted to real space at the rear of the Destroyer formation. A handful of the smaller ships changed course after receiving their orders and headed off into Hyperspace. "Make our course for Druckenwell, best possible speed. First we alert the fleet and then... on to crushing Rebels." +++ Traest Kre'fey looked out the viewports at the Bothan Homeworld. Space in orbit was a riot of activity. Starfighters, recovery shuttles and transports all competed for room. The Galactic Venture had finally arrived on station more than an hour after the Imperial retreat. The old Corellian Smuggler that captained her was now helping to organise efforts at the main spaceport. He seemed to thrive on chaos... One of his cousins from the Fey'lya side of the family had come aboard soon after the capital was secure. He was one of the last few alive that knew where the last Bothan government had hidden the remaining incomplete Bothan Assault Cruisers. Supposedly there had been a shortage of weapons and equipment needed to finish the ships three years before. Knowing that they'd need the ships soon, even if they weren’t finished, the Admiral has sent both MC-90 cruisers off with his cousin. Booster and Karrde had both promised before hand to move civilian ships into the sector carrying the Turbolaser and weapons stores that they'd set aside over the years. Now techs and mechanics were madly grafting the weapons onto any ship that the fleet could get their hands on. The Bothan prayed that they had enough time to gather support. +++ The Rebel infantry squad advanced through the city into one of the residential blocks. It was an Imperial designed area but many locals still chose to live there due to the low costs. One Bothan in the group, wearing a Pilot's uniform activated the buildings public address system. "To the Residents to D block, this is Colonel Asyr Sei'lar of the Rebel Alliance military. Today, the Empire is gone from your homes. But we need your support if you want them to stay away. If you have any weapons or credits to spare please donate them. Any credits that you can donate will be used to buy ships and weapons to defend Bothan space from the coming Imperial counter attack. If you have any mechanical or technical skills, please feel free to volunteer for work at the space port. We need your help to prepare our fleet and the planet's defences for the Imperial response. Any way that you can help would be greatly appreciated. For any of those whishing to join the rebellion itself and fight in defence of your home, there is a recruitment station now open on the southern side of the space port." Sei'lar deactivated the address system and looked over to the Rebel Sergeant in charge of the squad escorting her. "Do you think this is really working?" The Human wearing modified scout armour shrugged. "I've heard over the com that people are starting to filter into the recruitment station. Some Mechanics have shown up at the space port already, some even offering the use of their repair bays." "Will it be enough?" "You know that better than I do Mam." Asyr's comlink chirped. "Kre'fey to Sei'lar, report." "We're leaving D block and moving on," she replied, lifting the com to her mouth. "Pick up the pace if you can. Some mercenary groups are already starting to arrive and we don't have enough money yet to actually pay for their services." "Roger that. I can try to get some money from my family's accounts if we need it right away but you'll have to try to stall them." "I'm having Booster take care of it, he's put people in charge at the spaceport to get it under control. We need to move the bulk of the fleet soon. I want you at the Kothlis staging point. We're still trying to decide who to leave in command here." "Corran has enough experience but I don't really know what kind of anti-human sentiment there is on the ground." "I'll get a speech writer to help him out and leave Aril Nunb in command of the Destroyers. She can back him up if need be. Now get up to the Ralroost, we're leaving later today." +++ More than two days after their arrival at Druckenwell the Tyrannic and her fleet continued to wait. Nalgol was becoming impatient which was annoying by itself. "A noble of Kuat should have better self control." He muttered under his breath. Still, they were called rapid response fleets for a reason and travel down the Corellian Run normally took very little time. At long last ships emerged from Hyperspace. The Sensors officer spoke up. "ISDII High Order and two Victory Destroyer Upgrades are now coming on station sir." "We're being hailed, sir," said Com. "Put it on loudspeakers," replied Nalgol as he made his way to the forward station. "This is Inquisitor Halmere aboard High Order to sector fleet survivors. Respond at once." Nalgol reached the forward station. "Com put me through." The holo image of the Inquisitor had not finished resolving itself before the Captain began speaking, guessing that the other man wanted answers fast. "This is Captain Nalgol aboard Tyrannic of the Bothan Sector Fleet. Awaiting your command Inquisitor." "We received word that your fleet had been forced from it's duties by Rebels. What was the largest force you encountered?" Nalgol swallowed. "Two Mon Cal Heavy Cruisers, three light Destroyers, a Bothan Cruiser and dozen or more support ships." The Inquisitor nodded deeply in thought, strands of blond hair starting to turn white straying out from beneath his hood. He looked up, a gleam of something between madness and determination glinting in his eye. "The Imperial response fleet will arrive here shortly. You may file your full report with General Turr Phennir upon his arrival. There has been some delay due to... other activity." Nalgol nodded enthusiastically. General Phennir had made a career of fighting and killing Rebels and had risen through the ranks in Soontir Fel's 181st. Though a Tie Pilot through and through the man had a solid grasp of Capital ship tactics as well. "Do you know if we can expect a Sovereign, Inquisitor? With just one of those ships we could recover the remaining ships in the sector fleet and destroy the Rebels once and for all." The skin around one of the Inquisitor's eyes tightened. "Unfortunately Captain I sent the only Sovereign available to me out to the Sluis sector to deal with reports of increasing rebellion there. Another will not be available for some time. Now, attend to your duties Captain..." The hologram winked out. "...and I will attend to mine." said Halmere into the darkness of his personal chamber. 060

Yeah, I saw that on the news. That thing was nuts. And whats so crazy is that it was an 11-year old kid who killed it. I would have been afriad to shoot something that big!!! What's even crazier is that he was using a .50 Cal Revolver! Looks like a pritty sweet Mod Eagle. Where can I get a copy?

Love the whole thing.

Hey guys, I need a suficiently expendible Inquisitor for use in the Imperial fleet attacking Bothawui. Your thoughts? http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Inquisitor EDIT: I seem to have settled on... http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Halmere as the right choice. EDIT2: And found another ship for the Rebels to use as the base for some light cruiser designs. http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Image:Cargo_Tanker_Isometric.jpg

I've never seen that bicture before SOCL. Are those other ships between the ISD's and Carracks supposed to be Strike Cruisers? They look a little...odd.

Krytos let me refrase my question, do you take payed comissions?

Omg! I actually have a beard in my pisture in that thread... and hair. RIP formerly awesome hairline.

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*Looks at next post* ? *Looks at previous post* Uh... You guys were complaining about just that little skirmish?! I thought you were complaining about THIS POST. *Points below* + + + "Hyperspace reversions detected... it's the entire Rebel fleet!" "Launch fighters and raise shields! Get me numbers and types of enemy ships!" "Uh..." The sensor officer cleared his throat then continued. "Yes sir. Six squadrons of X-wing starfighters, more than half of them are of the newer variant, six squadrons of Twilek Deathseeds, four A-wing squadrons, and about fifteen squadrons of Uglies. Two Mon Cal Heavies, a Bothan Assault Carrier, Five Katana Dreadnaughts, about a dozen corvette class ships and three Victory Destroyers. There are also a few bulk cruisers and an Assault Frigate jumping in at the edges of the system." The numbers were far too close even if the rebels hadn't been augmenting their forces with new fighters. "Where's the Admiral?" "His command Frigate is still in orbit sir, the command staff are shuttling equipment aboard." "Is the surface still secure?" "No sir, we're starting to get reports of rioting. Word of Kothlis being taken apparently leaked." "Send a message to the Admiral's command ship; we break orbit in five minutes. We can hold the Rebels off that long before we endanger our ability to retreat." More than twenty squadrons of Tie series starfighters rushed toward the on coming wave of rebel fighters. The leading A-wings and faster Uglies crashed into them starting the looping dogfight. The heavier Rebel fighters came in next, burning their way through the clouds. Imperial Capital ships began to fire turbolasers but there were so many starfighters in the way few of the shots made it to the rebel ships. The Rebel ships carefully picked shots at enemy ties as they approached, then started to pass through the starfighter engagement. Once they were far enough through the cloud the heaviest Rebel ships began to let loose on the Imperial capital ships. Whole squadrons of starfighters began to leave the main fight to assist in the heavy ship fight. Y-wings modified with a light Turbolaser turret began taking pot-shots at support ships while other lightly built Uglies started strafing the Destroyers. "Obliterator is taking heavy damage." Reported sensors. "She's protecting the entire port flank for the withdrawal. Com, direct the Lancer frigates in closer to the Destroyers they're in danger of-" Both MC-90 cruisers chose that moment to send turbolaser broadsides into one of the Lancer Frigates that had been straying too far away from the larger ships. The sublight drive lit up like a pyrotechnics display. Seconds later with the Lancer out of the way squadrons of uglies strafed the Obliterator. Nalgol came to the only solution available to him. "We can't hold any longer, all ship break orbit, best possible speed." The Com officer looked up. "We still have troop transports on the way up from the surface sir." "It won't do them much good to dock with ships that have turned into an orbital debris field will it?" "Obliterator is disabled," Reported sensors. "Support ships on the port side of the formation are taking heavy hits." "Time to the edge of the gravity well?" Out ahead one of the other Destroyers in the group jumped to hyperspace. Other smaller ships soon began to join it. "Sixty seconds." "Begin fighter recovery. Get the remaining Frigates in close so we'll have anti-starfighter cover for our jump." "The Admiral's command Frigate has been hit." All around them other ships were jumping. A steady tremble began to run though the ship as laser fire hammered at the aft shields. "Transfer power from forward weapons to aft shields." The shuddering of the ship began to come in waves of increasing strength as the more of the Rebel ships closed in. "Sir, we won't be able to recover all of our fighters before it's time to jump." "We don't have a choice," growled out the Kuati. "Leave them!" The shield indicator flickered and died and then the stars elongated as the Tyrannic entered Hyperspace. +++ A cheer went up on the bridge of the Ralroost. "The last Destroyer just jumped into hyperspace. Their course puts them headed roughly towards the Corellian Run." "Where they'll flag down any patrol fleets they find to send more support from the core regions." Kre'fey shook his head. "Status of the planetary shields?" "They're flickering in and out. It looks like there are heavy riots near the generator protecting the capital." "Commence planetary assault while the shields are still having trouble. Send in the Uller as well, they're still equipped for assault duties." The Com officer directed a tight beam transmission to one of the other ships in the fleet. "Ralroost to VSD Uller, you are cleared for drop. Begin at your earliest convenience." +++ The heavily Modified Victory class Destroyer Uller blasted it's way through the light flickering planetary shields protecting Bothawui and entered the atmosphere. The old ships' shields lit up from the heat of re-entry and the repulsors, powerful enough to keep the ship aloft, groaned to life for the first time in years. A few dozen AB-Wing uglies and Deathseeds followed the capital ship in, ready to help target any ground based defences capable of harming a Destroyer. Uller began to level out at around twenty thousand, coming to a cruise at fifteen thousand meters above the capital. The moment her descent ceased the Assault drop started. Thirty Ultra Light Assault Vehicles dropped from cables suspended from the main bay ceiling. A few more launched from the old assault concussion missile tubes, all of them descending en-mass into the city. Pairs of Gamma class assault transports and shuttles began their descent from orbit. Invasion sirens were going off down at street level and the remaining Imperial troops rushed to counter the incoming Rebel forces. A pair of ULAV's fired concussion missiles at a large blocky storage building that AT-AT's were starting to launch from. The collapsing Ferrocrete crushed one of the vehicles as it was exiting, blocking any others inside from leaving before the bunker imploded. AB-wings with their starfighter grade Lasers or Ion cannon were detailed to take down the more heavily armoured walkers. High above, Uller turned to bring more of it's Turbolasers in line with her intended target then fired at the main Imperial Garrison base. The first two salvos destroyed the outer walls and the third set the entire base on fire. It still took some ten more blasts to reduce the building to rubble. Down at street level landing ramps dropped on transports and Alliance troops poured out. ULAV's flew every which way, attacking bands of Stormtroopers with their laser cannon and blaster turret. The few AT-ST groups that had been outside the garrison building became easy pickings for starfighter groups and any other major problems could be dealt with by the Destroyer hovering overhead. 059 *Braces for flood of anti-rebel sentiment.*

Seems like a coincidence but I just checked the chatroom yesterday for the first time in ages. What was wrong with it? I think we couldn't access it for awhile after the crash so I just didn't bother after that.

My jump jet troopers just came a step closer to reality. .Don't care for the video itself much but the music is good.

I believe the proper response for this would be *Ahem* " OMFG! *Drool* " ............. ............. ............. ............. ............. .............Hey Krytos do you take comissions? EDIT: This just became my Desktop background btw.

In one of my famously infuriating battles I lost thirty Squadrons of B-wings to half as many Tie Defenders. Couldn't believe it! Is their manuverabiliy not high enough?

I am aware of the difficulties. The Rebels did take losses just not in any large quantites that would be worth noting at this time. Perhaps I'll throw in an update report on Kre'fey reviewing casulties and vehicle losses, but they'll once again be insignicant to what's coming up. I appreciate that you guys don't like GGMW but the Rebels need to survive long enough for a power base to form, establishing them as a true threat to the Empire. The Empire is a long way from defeated in general. The rebels just forced off or destroyed some ships that had been assigned to hold the Bothan control sector. Next post to follow for tomorrow already written. Now planning Imperial counter response.

+++ "This is Captain Nalgol aboard the Tyrannic to all Imperial forces in the system. Begin withdraw and regroup at Bothawui. Repeat, pull back to Bothawui." A pair of Mark two Imperial class Star Destroyers began to turn away from the fighting near Kothlis. A Rebel fleet had been pushing in towards the planet for nearly a full day. A Victory Destroyer Upgrade had already been lost when a large number of uglies had cut off the ship from support. The Imperial fleet might have been able to crack the tight formation of Rebel capital ships if it wasn't for the blasted fighters. As the fleet prepared to jump the surviving tie craft swarmed aboard. Less than half of the Tie squadrons that had been defending the system at the start of the day survived. Shielded vehicles like Assault Gunboats and Skiprays had become priority targets for the Rebels. The Interceptor pilots were good, but few had seen combat in the past two years. "Fleet transitioning to hyperspace." The stars in the forward viewports elongated into the swirling maelstrom that was hyperspace. Nalgol had to figure out how he would explain this defeat to his superior. +++ Tyrannic reverted to realspace at the edges of the Bothan home system. "Com, put us in contact with the fleet command base. Inform them that Kothlis has been taken by Rebel forces." "Aye sir." They didn't have to wait long for a response. "Sir, Admiral Vanton on the com." "Put it through to the forward station." The hologram flickered then resolved itself into the balding head of Admiral Vanton. The older man started in without preamble. "Report Captain." "A Rebel force has completely overwhelmed the garrison at Kothlis. They're using some new variation of X-wing starfighter. It's tougher, faster and more maneuverable, our starfighters can't make up for the diffidence." "What else will they throw at us?" The Admiral grumbled half under his breath. "Other parts of the sector were hit with Y-wings and other slow fighters outfitted as gunships. I need to know, did they use many torpedoes or missiles against your group?" "No sir. They either were holding them in reserve or just didn't have many." "Did their capital ships close to range with yours at any point?" "Only when each of our heavier ships were cut off, when that happened their two heaviest ships closed in. They had a flight of Tie Defenders and a full squadron of the new X-wings escorting the pair of ships at all times. The majority of their starfighter force was made up of uglies though." The Admiral nodded. "Captain the entire sector is being overtaken. With holocom communications being as troublesome as they are, keeping track of Rebel attacks is becoming impossible. We'll try to force them into an engagement at Bothawui but we'll be prepared to pull back to worlds closer to the Corellian Run. It could take us a couple of months to stamp out these damn Rebels." "Understood sir. I'll bring the remainder of my fleet group into orbit around Bothawui." "I'm going to begin transferring some of our personnel off of the planet. If the Rebels do come I don't want our people killed on the ground. I'm transferring my flag to my command frigate so I may be out of contact while gear is moved. I'm placing you as second in command Captain." "What about Rear Admiral Harshing?" "He's dead. His group was hit by an MC-90 and some sort of big Pirate ship. Vanton out." The Destroyer Captain from Kuat thought things over. He'd always aspired to becoming an Admiral in command of his own fleet, not just a system defence force. With the Rear Admiral out of the way he could soon be given command of the entire sector fleet. Now he just had to make sure enough of the fleet survived to allow his ambitions room. Tyrannic was a powerful ship but he was well aware of her limitations. "Com direct the fleet that we're to make for orbit of Bothawui. Helm put us in a standard Orbit." +++ A day after the fall of the Kothlis system three Rebel fleets emerged from Hyperspace and began their cruise in towards the Bothan Homeworld. Kre'fey looking slightly more dishevelled than he had a week before hand looked out the viewport. "Status of the Imperial fleet?" "Five Imperial class Star Destroyers in orbit and two Victory class ships headed in system towards their position. We have signs of transports and light capital ships leaving the ground." "Are they pulling out?" the Bothan asked Corran who had come up from the starfighter bay. The Corellian looked over some of the displays. "If they are evacuating we need to hit those ships before they jump. They'll just be troops ready to drop on us again when they return with a larger fleet." "Agreed. Helm plot a jump to take the fleet in to the edge of the planetary gravity well." "Booster isn't here yet." Horn reminded him. "That smuggler believes in dramatic timing, he'll show up eventually. Launch hyperspace capable fighters, we're going in. Horn, get down to the launch bay." 058

So I finally decided to start reading; "The Wizards" Four stand alone novels about some of the most powerful wizards of the land. (The current one I'm reading doesn't have a wiki article yet.) ...ok I just wrote one.