“Join the stormtrooper corps, they said. You’ll see the galaxy, they said.” A trooper on patrol co.palined. “Come on, it's not that bad.” His friend tried to cheer him up. “All I have seen is just gray and white. The cargo ships are more interesting than the navy ships coming through everyday.” The man rebuked. Just then alarms blared all around. “All men to your stations! This is not a drill!” A voice called over the intercom.
Positioned just beyond the protection offered by the shipyards’ own weapons were five CIS warships. A strange sight to nearly all present.
The parked star destroyers not undergoing were put on full alert but told to hold their position as a man named General Rubric took charge of the Fondor defensive efforts.
“Status report!” Rubric demanded. “Five confederate ships General. One larger Recusant along with four Munificents.” The Radar Lieutenant replied.
Rubric pondered on why would the Rebel Alliance send such an old squadron to attack Fondor with. ‘They had to have been rebels. All CIS holdouts were snuffed out two decades ago.’ He thought.
“General, they have begun long range bombardment on our exposed vessels!” Another Lieutenant reported. “Raise shields!” He ordered, giving him time to properly strategize.
“Call for a council.” Rubric told his communications officer as he himself exited the room.
“Admiral, they have raised their shields.” The now Captain Qishik of the Scutum informed Sigil. “Wouldn’t expect anything else.” He commented. “What of the raids I ordered?” He asked.
“They proceeded as planned with no major setbacks. Secor fleet nineteen of the Imperial navy is headed to Fondor along with the native sector twenty.” Qishik reported. “Here goes nothing.” Sigil replied.
“Are we not going to change position?” Qishik wondered. “There is no inhabited world system behind us from which a navy task force could come aside Phu which is where we are.” Sigil reminded.
“Thank you all for attending this meeting. As you all know, we are locked down…” Rubric began. “By a minor rebel taskforce.” He finished.
“And you haven’t made a move against them?!” A member of the Fondor board demanded. “They have super heavy armaments that were targeting our ships before I had the shields raised.” He reminded the businessman.
“Nonsense! The Imperial navy shall not be harassed by such a mino-” “Enough! I, being the highest ranking officer here, declare martial law across the entire world and her shipyards. And when I called for a council I failed to inform the Lieutenant that I needed a war council. Get out!” Rubric’s voice echoed through the room as all the businessmen and women left the room so now only Imperial officers remained.
“Now how do w-” Rubric had started to talk again after calming himself down but was interrupted again by an incoming transmission. “Put it through.” He huffed.
Just then the image of Darth Vader popped to life and all in the room straightened on instinct. “Lord Vader.” Rubric acknowledged with a bow, his voice tense. “General Rubric.” Vader began.
“There have been attacks in sector’s twenty and nineteen funneling towards Fondor. Sections of both sector fleets are headed there where you are to mount a defense.” Vader explained.
“My lord they are already.” Rubric informed. “How many.” Vader asked, his breathing sending a shiver down the spines of everybody as he exhaled. “Five warships.” He replied.
“That is not it. Stay alert for more and remember, do not fail.” Vader warned, ending the transmission.
“Great, just great!” Rubric yelled, slamming his hand on the table. “I say we head out to meet them.” A Lieutenant spoke up. “With what?! Ships they’ll bomb?!” Rubric scolded.
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The Returning Knight: A Star Wars Story
Science FictionAs the galaxy is in pecies due the the clone wars, Sheev Palpatine, is secretly amassing power to reign supreme across the galaxy. Sigil Trial, is a marksman and highly sawed after bounty hunter and assassin trying to care for himself and his younge...
