A year has passed and the New Allinace Transcendence Organization, otherwise called N.A.T.O. has secured most of the Omniverse for order, peace, protection, and stability. The Conglomerate Sith Alliance Triumvirate, also called C.S.A.T. is heavily a...
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Bespin, a great swirling sphere of oranges, browns, and reds, and the slow churn of its warm-colored gasses was in stark contrast to chains of explosions that were bursting in its lower orbit. The planet's meager defenders spread across its equatorial belt consisted of a few local corvettes and a handful of Imperial warships rushed here from the Javin system. The sector capital had fortified itself for an attack and was getting one courtesy of Darth Nihl, which left nearby systems critically underdefended.
Yaga Auchs' frigate was in the heart of the battle for Bespin, and he watched from its bridge as the Imperials' sole star destroyer was overwhelmed by smaller, faster Mandalorians and Nagai ships. Its fighter screen had already been peeled away and its shields were starting to collapse under volleys from so many directions. When a missile barrage punched explosively through its hull he felt grim satisfaction.
Despite having a tiny population and decayed infrastructure, Bespin is a prime target for C.S.A.T.s' expanding forces. Once its tibanna refineries were upgraded, its natural gasses could be converted to power warships and charge weapons for half the conquering fleet. This would be a more delicate operation than most, which was why the Ssi-ruuk are sitting this one out. The aliens' massive assault cruisers and swarming droid fighters had been directed to Javin, where they are currently dealing impressive destruction on the Federation fleet, but occupying Bespin's floating refinery platforms would require more finesse.
Yaga's frigate wheeled around for another pass at the star destroyer. As its forward missile batteries launched a barrage toward its bridge, he noted a collection of smaller craft pouring out of its ventral hangar bay. He hadn't expected the Imperials to abandon ship, but as he watched he saw they were assault shuttles and landing craft falling toward the gas giant.
They clearly weren't planning to give this us without a fight. Yaga adjusted the communication link inside his helmet and hailed ThorumRhal.
"Reporting, Mand'alor," the main's voice buzzed in his ear.
"Imps are launching landing parties. Kill them before they can reinforce the tibanna platforms."
"I'm on it."
Yaga's frigate wheeled around and the destroyer shifted out of view, but he watched on the tactical holo as Rhal's squadron of Crusader corvettes plunged after the Imperial shuttles. They landed a few initial shots before a swarm of TIE fighters dropped out of the star destroyer and fell on them from behind. Rhal was forced to decelerate and cover his rear, and many of the landing ships slipped away.
Yaga grumbled a swear and changed frequencies again. "Sor'ika," he called, "You see those Imp landing ships Rhal was trying to get?"
