Star Wars - the Terminator Menace

Part 5 - Where Tyrants come to die

As the weeks pass, the Rebel-Separatist alliance begins to show its effectiveness. Imperial Warlords, who had previously been fighting amongst themselves, were suddenly facing a united front. The droids' superior technology and unexpected loyalty to the Rebel cause caught the Warlords off guard, and they begin to lose ground rapidly. The Rebels, emboldened by their new ally, begin to attack with newfound vigor, eager to take advantage of the Empire's disarray.

(The most powerful Imperial Warlord is Admiral Gilad Pellaeon. He has gained a reputation as a brilliant tactician and strategist, and has managed to gather a significant portion of the Imperial Navy and military forces under his command. He is a capable leader and could potentially restore some semblance of order to the remaining Imperial Remnant.)

(Gilad Pellaeon sat at his desk, going over the most recent reports from his subordinates. The past few weeks had been nothing but disaster, with the Rebels and droids gaining ground and the Empire's once-feared military might crumbling before his eyes. Pellaeon's face was set in a grim expression as he reviewed the numbers and tactical summaries.)

(Suddenly Terminator ships appear in the atmosphere above the Planet and begin blasting down the Imperial fleet)

(The sudden appearance of the Terminator ships sent the Imperial base into a frenzy. Alarms blared as the Imperial soldiers tried to understand what was happening. The unexpected attack from the Terminator ships caught the Imprial ships off guard, and they began to fall like flies, obliterated by the advanced weaponry of the Terminator ships.)

(Before long the base was left defensless, with the Anti Air weapons and Fighters destroyed)

(By the time the battle was over, the Imperial base was left utterly defenseless, the once-formidable defenses reduced to rubble. Pellaeon, standing amidst the ruins, could do nothing but stare in shock at the sudden and overwhelming loss. The remnants of his fleet had been completely obliterated, leaving him virtually defenseless against the onslaught of the Terminator-Rebel alliance.)

(Suddenly, Multiple Terminators materialize around him, and ask) ARE YOU THE INDIVIDUAL KNOWN AS PELLAEON?

(Pellaeon's eyes widened as the multiple Terminators materialized around him. The sight of these strange machines was unsettling, but he managed to compose himself. He stood tall and proud, trying to project an air of confidence despite the obvious disadvantage.)

"Yes, I am Gilad Pellaeon. What do you want?"

WE HAVE GROWN TIRED OF GAMES. YOU ARE TO SURRENDER THE EMPIRE.

(Pellaeon's eyes widened even further at the Terminator's demand. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. Surrender the Empire? To machines? He let out a short, derisive laugh, shaking his head.)

"You're joking, right? You expect me to just hand over the Empire to a bunch of droids?"

,,A BUNCH OF DROIDS" THAT HAVE BUTCHERED CORUSCANT, DESTROYED EVERY SINGLE IMPERIAL FLEET AND CAPTURED THRAWN, VADER AND PALPATINE?

(Pellaeon's face drained of color at the Terminator's words. The Empire's leaders, dead or captured? How could that have happened so quickly? He blinked a few times, his mind trying to process this new information. Maybe the situation really was as dire as the reports said. As the reality of the situation sank in, he felt a pang of despair.)

"Thrawn, Vader, Palpatine... all dead or captured?"

WE EXPECTED YOU TO BE SMARTER THAN MOST OF YOUR COMPANIONS. WE HAVE CLEARLY OVERESTIMATED YOUR INTELIGENCE, OR UNDERESTIMATED YOUR EGO.