The Republic fleet has massed at the peaceful world of Naboo. There are so many fighters that it is difficult to count. But, there is also a surprise in store for the imperial fleet and the approaching Death Star. The bulk of the fleet is on the back side of the planet, leaving on cruiser to meet the Death Star. But, they are only there to deliver the message. The dooms day weapon. It is to be launched the moment the Death Star drops out of hyper space.
Onboard the Super Star Destroyer, Jagged was musing his position. Admiral Tawakalna had moved his command over to the Death Star at the last moment and he was once again in command of his ship. No Republic scum would destroy him. He now, thanks to the departure of is commander, resumed his arrogant attitude. He was a little more than lucky he had not been replaced. He was not the greatest tactician, but was unafraid of a battle, just his commanding officer.
This fleet had the Super star and five Star destroyer with the addition of two frigates in it. But, there was more than enough fire power with the presence of the Death Star. It had five Star Destroyers as well docked within it. They would take time to engage in battle though. The fighter wings it carried were an assume sight to behold. Swarming like bees around an angry hive. Disturb them, and suffer their wrath.
Red Star One, Topher, and Lt. Cmdr Ajim were conferring aboard Home Two. They were laying out a strategy for engaging all the ships. Red Star was to take five squadrons to take on the super star, he would be backed up by gold wing as cover support. Topher would take three squadrons and engage the nearest capital ships. Blue squadron would provide cover for them. Ajim was taking another five squadrons and heading to the furtherest capital ship. He would attempt to disable the ships to slow any from fleeing. They must destroy all the ships to get the advantage in this fight. It did not seem possible, but with the support fire from the bulwarks, they could take them all down.
Admiral Bargib was laying down a similar strategy as well. He was assigning three battle ships for the super star. They had their on fighter wings for support. Jedi Master Esquilax was onboard Home Two. He was in contact with the other Jedi to keep them advised. He did not feel any trepidation, but rather peace. Like the darkness was moving off, to a different location. He transmitted his concerns to the council just in case.
DarkStone was already on his way to the planet of Naboo. He had his impressions as well. The brothers had tried to convince him not to go, but, he was determined to meet the Dark Master, one way or the other. He knew their fates were destined to cross. He just did not know how yet. But, he was armed with information now. That, would be his greatest weapon to use. He would not let Han down, he would not fail her.
He looked at a picture of his parents, and at one of his wife. He had left her on Naboo. Another reason for not failing. But, his thoughts went back to his father, Luke Skywalker. Back to the early days. To a time when he was just five years old. He thought his father was being too hard on him and rebelled. He said he would do it his way. At five years old, he could already use the force better than an adult could. He levitated rock, R2 and anything else around him, but, his stubborn streak was one thing, he could not move.
His father, though, was patient with him. Luke explained that it took years to learn that. It had cost so much to learn, friends pain and all. Luke kept at it, explaining it over and over. He wanted DarkStone to be a great Jedi, but, also to be a wise one. Lea was around form time to time and helped in teaching the young pupil. She tried to instill peace and negotiation. Negotiation that did not include being at the point of a Light Saber. She wanted him to learn to reason his way through a situation. He had remembered so much of what she taught.
But thinking again of her and his father again brought the rage to the fore front. Their loss her so many. He fought to control the rage and turned it again. He would first try to reach Carla, to explain things, to reach into her heart. If he failed, he would have no choice but to kill her. He returned to the present and made a corse adjustment and asked R2 to keep it on auto pilot so he could get some sleep. He would arrive in a little over two hours.
The Dark Master had her own plan in motion. She conferred with the Admiral. She would have him stay with the death Star until the main body of the new fleet met at the council word, at its final destruction, then he would resume he position as commander of the fleet. She, would be taking a shuttle to Naboo the moment they dropped from hyper space. She would face her destiny as well. She must defeat this enemy to secure her position in the new Empire. She could not fail him. She had been trained in many ways of the darkside, many ways beyond what Darth Vader had even been trained in. She was the best student her teacher had known.
Commander Indy was on the bridge. They were due to drop out of hyper space in about ten minutes. He orders were clear. Proceed to destroy the planet, but, if the order comes from the Dark Master, he is to jump again into hyper space to the second set of coordinates, regardless if she were back aboard. He did not under stand, but did not question her either. He had learned not to do that anymore. Rubbing his face, he surveyed the bridge. All stations were maned. All weapons as well. The Death Star dropping out of hyper space would look as if a moon was about to collide with the planet.
Edited by - Finalday on 10/16/2004 9:04:16 PM