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Merick watched the rebel reinforcements arrive. Two ISDs turned to face the new arrivals leaving there engines uncovered but they could quickly turn to facve attackers unless...
"How are our fuel reserves doing?" asked Merick into his comlink
"Not too bad sir. The fighters took some to refuel but our reserve is more than half full." answered the leader of the maintenance team.
"And the secondary reserves?"
"Full Sir."
Merick had an idea which may allow the Chronicle to seriously damage the ISDs's engines.
"Okay I want you to empty the fuel along the back of the ship and set it alight." Merick turned towards the pilot "Can you make the ship move like debris?"
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"No problem Sir" answered the officer with a large smile.

The Chronicle slowly approached the back of the ISDs. The Flames emerging from the Chronicle gave a very good effect and Merick had ordered that all the lights be put out.
The Chronicle arrived in range. The ISDs were taking heavy fire from the rebel taskforce and were consetrating their shields at the front of the ship.
The Chronicle opened fire on the unprotected engine oif the destroyers with its turbolasers and Ion Cannons.

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Dally mumbled to himself as he sat at the medical station in his ship. he couldnt belive that Noreto had sabotaged his droid. The droid had never done anything wrong. That, and it wasnt even his droid, which made him even angrier. He continued to mumble to himself as he slapped another bacta patch onto his arm, and then began to stumble back top the cockpit of his ship. His leg was going numb quickly, but he knew that he wouldnt need it once he was in the cockpit again.

As he got back to the cockpit, his vision was clearing, but the feeling in his leg was almost gone entirely. He put his headset back on, and took his ship off of auto pilot. He turned the ship around, to see that Noretos group of ships was trying to re-form themselves, and he noted that the Chimaera was no longer in the battle, but heading to find an exit vector. He noted happily that the command tower of the ship was in flames, and hoped that Noreto had died with his bridge.

As Dally got closer to the battle, his comm unit started to beep at him. He had never heard it make that noise before, so he tapped a few buttons, and cursed to himself. There were escape pods out in space, one one of them was near him. And to make things better, they were Imperial. He guessed one of the imperial ships had been destroyed while he was away, and that the crew had managed to abandon ship. After studying the pos quickly, he realized that it was a command pos, not a normal escape pod. It held a high ranking officer, not some petty crew member. he thought about this for a moment, and sighed. he hated to do this, but he felt he needed to pick up the escape pod.

He brought his ship up close to it, and extended his docking tube to the pod. he brought the pod closer to the ship, and when he felt the pod calnk up against the ship, he reached over to a small compartment next to his seat, and grapped a small tube from it. He raised the tupe up, and hit a button on it. The tube extended, and he smiled. He knew that this cane would come in handy eventually. He stopped the ship completly, and slowly stood up, using the cane to support his bad leg. He hobbled his way to to the back of the ship, and removed the blaster from his holster.

When he got to the hatch, he raised the blaster at the door, in case whoever was in there was overly aggressive. He hit the button to open the hatch, and looked to see who was inside. When he saw the man sitting in there, he cursed loudly, and pulled the trigger on his blaster. Noreto dodged the blast, and lept out of the escape pod, knocking Dally off of his feet. Dally hit the bulkhead, and his head rebounded, stars exploding in front of his eyes. He fell to the ground, and Noreto moved quickly to reach down and snag the blaster out of his hand. He stoob back up, and turned the blaster to point it at Dally. He aimed it at his head, and smiled.

"You have been a thorn in my side Dally, for far to long. And now, it is time to deal with you." he said, his voice almost dripping with anticipation. Suddenly, the ship rocked as it was struck by laser fire, Noreto dropped to the ground, losing the blaster as he did so. As he hit the deck of the ship, the familiar sound of TIEs could be heard from outside the ship. Noreto looked to where the balset had fallen to, and he did not see it. He then began to stand again, just to be nocked back to his feet as lasers impacted the ship again. He cursed and began to half stumble, half run to the cockpit, leaving Dally in the passegway of the ship.

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IC: The Vengeance and her taskforce had moved into position around the shipyards, but were being engaged by the rebel fleets arriving from the poles. This was of little hinderance to the primary objective. The shipyards were not to be destroyed.

"Captain Chiraneau, deploy all remaining fighters and order them to engage all enemy vessels. Also have hte Victory Star Destroyers form a defencive line with the Judicator and Tyrant above and below the central position on that line."

The captain gave no argument, his only response a nod. the ships outside began moving into position, forming a perfect line that effecivley halted any movement. The rebel fleets, who had been pushing towards the Star Destroyers in an attempt to push them away from the shipyards began to turn. moving to put some ground between them and the wall of Star Destroyers.

Thrawn reached down an pressed a sequence of keys on the command chair, a soft chime indicating that the message had been recieved from the other end. From the bayd of the Victory Star Destroyers above, the small shapes of utility tugs could be seen, too mall to be targets for the larger weapons of the capitol ships, and too far away for the rebel fighters to engage them.

The tugs descended upon the three ship yards, four to each. Two maneuvered along the aft, attaching detachable hyper-frives, the other two moving into position at the front, anchoring tow cable to the superstructure and beginning to gain momentum.
As the aft tugs joined those in the front, the shipyards began to accelerate away from the planet, making for open space.

"Begin pulling the fleet away from the planet. Inform the Chimaera that she can withdraw her taskforce from the engagement at her leisure. There is nothing more to be done here."

There was a brief flash from the retreating shipyards, and then only empty space. This would be a major setback for the rebels. With the newly build battle-station under the command of Grand Moff Tarkin, there would be little hope for the rebellion. Only a miracle could save them.

"Have the fleet move away. They are to rendevous at Carida before proceeding to Bilbringi where our catch can be dealt with. The Judicator is to head for Coruscant. There is a formal function I am to attend there."

OOC:A fitting end I think. Sure, we won, but you get to destroy the Death Star. The rebels can continue. Maybe they can find some good in this...

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OOC: I'm gonna end my Noreto-part here, I'll loan BS's, and Darky's char for a few phrases or actions.

He was not a brawler yet he had taken down a dangerous smuggler, he was not a pilot but he would not hesitate to take control of the vessel.

Darac Noreto took a seat in the cockpit of the ship and allowed himself a few seconds to understand the layout of the controls. Communications and sensors on the left, stick and weapons in front, nav-computer on the right, along with energy controls.

He took the stick and manuevered to evade the TIEs with some success, he knew that the freighter that had driven Chimaera off the battle must be a hot target. He reinforced shields, thus reducing the energy output for weapons. He pressed a button coded to the Rebel frequencies and checked the assigned codename. With slight effort he modulated his voice to sound much like Dally's. Obviously human, smug and arrogant.

"This is Junk Leader, I have TIEs all over me. They probably didn't like me blowing their flag." Noreto said hoping to fool the Rebels.

"Rechtmann here, congrats on that kill, we are coming." The man said. And Noreto smiled at the irony of the situation, the greatest Rebel pilot forced to save the Imperial Admiral. The man, which rumors suggested had a personal vendetta with the Admiral.

Still smiling the Admiral continued to evade, waiting for the Rebel fighters to arrive and started to plot a hyperjump. He had now a familiar understanding of the controls, and even found an interesting gadget that he could use.

He heard a few noises in the back but knew he could not leave his position to check for Dally, by now the poison would have numbed his legs and arms. Dally at best would be unconscious. Even if Dally was alive he would be in no position to fly the ship. So Noreto was still safe.

Noreto continued to draw away from the furball.

"Avenge Naritus," Rechtmann voice exploded in the cockpit, as his X-Wings started to shred the TIEs behind him. The name echoed in Noreto's head, the small world of Naritus that he had been forced to subdue, shortly after the Emperor's crowning. An assignment nor he nor Dodonna had agreed, nor considered moral, but had to be done, it had resulted in a complete annihilation. A son of Naritus. Rechtmann's vengeance was justified, but Noreto had no time to worry about the moral issue behind the battle.

A hiss was heard and a new blip materialized in the sensor board. His escape pod had been launched, a human lifeform on board. Dally had escaped, he had dragged himself to the escape pod, knowing perhaps that it may be safer to risk his life in an escape pod rather than sticking with the Admiral in the freighter.

"Your tail is clear, Bad Samaritan, will you regroup?" Rechtmann asked. A light ignited on his board: hyperjump plotted, ready to execute. "Bad Samaritan what is that escape pod, another bomb?" There was a nervous hint in Rechtmann's voice, fear and suspicion.

"I thank you for your assistance, General. Inside the pod you will find the smuggler, finally you have killed me there is no Empire for me, what your lasers could not do your fierceness did. You have avenged the death of Naritus. Noreto out."

With the nudge of his left thumb he shut the communication off and with his right hand he activated the aft thermal detonator launcher. He launched all the objects at once. The Detonators exploded igniting some frozen hydrogen. A flash of light momentarily had blinded all sensors, his and the Rebels, but Noreto did not need them, he lowered a small lever.

Noreto had entered hyperspace.

In hyperspace with the revolving shapes as his solitary company, the Admiral -no, former-Admiral- started to plot a new course for his life. A Life without Imperials or Rebels, without immoral orders, and personal vendettas. A simple life, a family maybe. A son, a small home in Alderaan.

Soft tunes provided by Dally's wide selection of music resounded in the cockpit as the Bad Samaritan moved through hyperspace.

OOC: Finished my Noreto part of the story. Battle's left for you guys.

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OOC: It is over finished...anyone up for Rapora Wars? (That insanely long battle is nearly over, so feel free to jump in.

IC:"All units report status!" Kirk Baumer yelled as another A-wing disappeared from a turbolaser blast.

"Two" Lara breathed, her voice pained. Kirk glanced over to see her A-wing trailing sparks from a glancing impact from a piece of the A-wing.

"Four."

"Eight."

"Thats it, sith, all units emergency hyperspace jump, vector two one seven mark four," Kirk ordered keying in the coordinates. With a pull of the hyperspace levers the last doubts of his loyalty to the alliance faded away, he was a rebel and would stay one, until the empire fell or he'd die trying.

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The Chronilces cannons had heavily damaged theISDs and the captains had been forces to surrender or face destruction because of their incapability to maneouver.
But as the rebel wasa moving in a VSD had passed behind the Chronicle and and pounded it to near destruction before some Allian ce fregates had had time to contain it.
Merick sat in his command chair. He had ordered the crerw to evacuate. It was note necessary for them to risk their lives for his. He had watched Thrawn steal four shipyards. Other ones where slowly moving away from the planet but most were out of range... Exept for a small group of about 6 yards. They were escorted by an MOD. If he managed to stop that monster the shipyards would not have time to escape but how could he do such a thing? Suddenly an idea sprouted in his mind.
He set a course for the MOD. He then blocked the engines and the auto-pilot. The Ship would not stop unless destroyed and it was impossible for the MOD to do that within the time of Impact.
Merick watched the Cannons of the MOD concentrated their fire to try and destroy the ship. But the Chronicle held together. As if it knew this was its final task and it would accomplish it to the end like it had with all its other missions.
The Torpedos launchers of the MOD opened fire in a desparat attempt to destroy it.
Merick turned to watch the battle. Fihter combats. Small supernova like explosion everywhere. Even the greatest light display could not rival with this. How could such beauty mean so much death?
At this moment a Proton torpedoe entered the bridge all Merick saw before everything became black was the ocean blue shine of the torpedoe colliding with the bridgeshields. Then it exploded.

The Chronicle continued and collided, sending debris in every direction, with the middle of the MOD. The shipyards would stay where they are.

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OOC: Mad, weren't the shipyards already gone?

IC: The last minutes of the battle had been outright desastrous. The shipyards were lost, as were large parts of the Rebel fleet. The Star Destroyers' superior firepower had heavily damaged the two Mon Cal cruisers Ackbar had sent into battle mere minutes ago, their escorts were dead.
Liberty herself had suffered from a collision with a dying imperial gunboat, its weapons load violently exploding against her shields, but still she was one of the least damaged ships in the engagement zone. Chronicle had been lost. Dozens of fighter craft lost.
As the imperial destroyers moved away from the planet, firing blindly into the Rebel group, pickup craft hurried out of Liberty's hangar, coming to the rescue of pilots who had to exit their fighters, trying to find traces of survivors in battered starships' hulks.
"To the fleet: Retreat. Move away from the enemy ships at maximum speed. There's nothing we can do here anymore." Ackbar said, feeling the weight of these words in his gut. "Hero of Commenor, Liberty and Defiance will stay behind for the rescue operations. We will fight the Empire another day."
Slowly, the two fleets separated, triangular imperial destroyers moving one way, some of them already vanishing into hyperspace, the rebels moving the other way, trying to avoid the enemy's turbolasers. Rebel fighters scored last kills against the retreating TIEs.
Ackbar had been prepared to lead the fleet into a battle they could not have won today. He had been prepared to lead thousands of brave people into their deaths. He had been prepared to die.
But he would not die today; he would have to live with the sacrifices he had been prepared to make.

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OOC: Oops, I decided not to kill myself.

For a moment Evan could only sit there with his mouth hanging open, but he slowly began to comprehend what had happened. Shock turned to satisfaction. Norteo was dead. The Imperials had won, yes, but it had cost them. The Rebellion would go on. No matter how hopless it seemed, the Imperials could not crush the Rebel fighting spirit.
The battle was over. It was time to pick up the pieces.
"Alright, all remaining Rebel fighters back to your capitol ships. We have done all we can here. The war goes on."
Evan turned his craft back to the Rebel fleet before realizing the Chronicle was gone. Merick was dead. He remembered him when they first met, saving him from the Imperials in an asteroid field......
A flare of fury ignited in him. Just when he had avenged one trajedy, Merick had died. He had a new motivation


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OOC - What, and everyone abandons the smuggler to the imperials? Some freinds you guys are. :evil:

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OOC: IIRC You jettisoned yourself in an escape pod. Undoubtedly crewmen from the Liberty are retrieving it now. The Bad Samaritan is now in Noreto's hands, however.

I think the Rebels' survivors will have a debriefing and an official ceremony to remember the fallen in the time Antilles takes to post his part of the Jedi business.

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OOC - So are we going to continue off of this with a Post-ANH roleplay? Or are we all going to join a seperate RP?

IC - Dally sat in the escape pod, the feeling in his legs and arms vanishing slowly. He cursed to himself mentally, wondering how everything could have gotten so bad. Just a few weeks earlier, he had been a free man, working a semi-honest living. And now here he was, virtually crippled, his ship in the hands of an Imperial Admiral, and he himself in an escape pod, which was probably going to be picked up by the imperials.

As Dally thought about all of this, he felt the pod shake suddenly, and he realized that someone was picking him up. He managed to crawl over to the viewport, and was astonished by what he saw. It was one of the freightors from his group, the Mantooine Princess. He was happy to know that at least one other ship that he had led managed to survive this long. When his pod was docked with the ship, he looked over to the hatch, and waited for it to open. Before it did, however, he felt the entire ship lurch, and he realized that they had entered hyperspace. It was a risky move, but he knew the captain must have done it for a good reason.

Suddenly, the hatch opened, and he saw the captain of the Princess[i] standing there, a smug look on her face. He had noticed her from a distance while they were all getting their ships ready for the battle, but he had never had time to actually go and talk to her. And now here he was, face to face with her, and he barely had the ability to move, let alone talk. She looked at him, and smiled.

"Well commander, welcome aboard the [i]Princess
. Im the captain, Malyn Scrath. I heard that some imp hijacked your ship, and that you were in this pod. I decided to swing by and pick you up when the order to retreat was given." she said, and she reached into the pod, and grabbed his arm. With a mighty heave, she hoisted him out of the pod, and into her ship. She slkapped a button, and the hatch closed again, and the pod jettisoned back into hyperspace, vanishing almost instantly. She hauled him to the cockpit, and set him in the co-pilots chair, and she sat down in the main chair. She eyed him carefully, and shook her head.

"That imp must have messed you up pretty good. What did he do, hit you with a stun button one to many times?" she asked, a smile on her face. Dally just looked over to her, and smiled. He chuckled slightly, and shook his head.

"No, my droid was sabotaged to try and poison me apparently. I managed to stop it before it killed me, but I cant feel my arms or legs at the moment. It took them a while to go numb. I picked up Admiral Noreto in an escape pod, and he took advantage of my condition. He took my ship, and I jettisoned before he got both of us killed." He said, anger in his voice growing more and more evident. Malyn just stared at him, and started the laugh. She shook her head, and looked out her viewport to the lines of hyperspace.

"Heh. You really got yourself into trouble. Just so you know, your ship apparently exploded before he managed to get away, so he got what he deserved. And a few other vessels from our group survived, and we jumped with the remnants of the rebel group. Most of us are going to join op with the rebels now. And we agreed to stay together as a group. And we were wondering if you would want to stay and lead us?" she asked, a sparkle in her eyes.

Dally raised an eyebrow, and thought about it for a moment. Noreto was dead, so he didnt have to worry about him anymore. He was safe to stay in Imperial space. With his ship destroyed, however, he didnt have anywhere to go. That, and as much as he hated to admit it, he liked fighting the empire. Something abou tit made him proud. He nodded slowly, and looked to Malyn.

"You realize I dont have a ship, right?" he asked, a quizzical look in his eyes. He had no idea how he was going to lead a group of freightors without a ship of his own. But something told him that Malyn had an idea.

"You do now. This ship isnt mine. I stole it form some reckless smuggler a few months ago when i got stranded on Coruscant. And it taked a crew of two to run it effectively. You can take over command of this ship, and Ill stay on as first mate." she said, humor in her voice being evident. Dally just shook his head, and chuckled. How in the name of the force could he live with himself as commander of a ship called the 'Mantooine Princess'? He looked over to Malyn, and sighed.

"Can we at least change the name?" he asked, his voice belying the desperation in it. Malyn simply broke out into laughter, and shook her head.

"Go for it commander, its your ship now." she said, and she reached over to the command console, and brought up a small screen. She hit another button, and slow music began to flow throughout the ship. Dally listened to it for a moment, and then smiled. It was an old correllian folk song, one that Dally had grown up listening two when his father was still a smuggler. Dally leaned back in his seat, and thought about it for a moment. The ships name would have to have some sort of meaning to it. Suddenly, the name came to him, and he smiled.

"Ill call it the Admirals Folly, in memory of Noreto. I think he would hate it." he said, and Malyn broke out into laughter. Dally followed suit, and after few minutes, the both stopped and looked at each other. After a few moments, the both looked out the viewport, and stared at the lines of hyperspace. After a while, Dally spoke soflty, as if not wanting to break the silence and the flow of music.

"So tell me, how long until we exit hyperspace?" he asked, his voice smooth and mellow. He was beginning to get the feeling back in his arms and legs, apparently his droid hadnt managed to inject enough poison to keep him down for long. Malyn looked over to him, and smiled.

"Not much longer. When we exit, we are supposed to dock with the Liberty for repairs, along with the rest of the survivors. After that, who knows?" she said, and she looked back to the viewports. Dally simply smiled, and nodded. He decided to leave it at that, and get all the peace and quite he could out of this. He had a feeling that as soon as his group wa sready, the rebel command would have some missions for them. But until then, relaxing was his top priority.

OOC - Ok, unless someone mentions my guy or his ship directly, Im done. Off to the Repora RP!!

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I think to finish of the rpg we would need the survivors of the battle to organise a memorial service in the honor of the dead in the battle.

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Too put it as one of my old favorite Looney Tunes Characters:

"Now, Now, you just wait a darn minute their!" :P

I will finish the Jedi scene as promised, just give me a few days to whip a suitable ending up. :wink:

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