I don't only do lotr stuff, I also do Star Wars stories. Here's one in a series I've been writing. This is the beg
Admiral Pellaeon, Supreme Commander of the Imperial Remnant, for the third time, called his chief communications officer and ordered him to put him through on broadband for all ships of the fleet. Something about the weariness in the comms official's call of affirmation caused Pellaeon to hold the call for a moment longer, asking "Something wrong, Lieutenant?" "No, sir, I mean - well - the third time . . . " "I believe we are both aware of the severe importance of this mission, Lieutenant," said Pellaeon calmly. "I have spent nearly eight years reassembling this Empire into a great military and economical power, which had to be done in great secrecy, lest the Republic get wind of it." "Yes, sir." said the Lt.
All the ships were still here, and no other ships were detected on scanners, either in that system at Bilbringi, nor at any of the surrounding systems. All 187 Imperial, Victory, and Venator star destroyers, 75 cruisers, and 300 frigates, corvettes, and logistics vessels were ready, as was his own flagship, the super star destroyer Chimaera, (Previously the Reaper) named after his first ship, and her SISTER SHIP Kane, named after the Pentastar Alignment's founder, and four Praetor-class battlecruiser.
Pellaeon allowed himself to give in to speculation about the location. Had he chosen it because it was close to the border of Imperial Space along the Namadi Corridor? Or was it because he was remembering an incident eight years ago. He had been at the bridge of the Chimaera then, too, and at Bilbringi, however many of the ships around him had been replaced with sleek Mon Cal cruisers, Dreadnought Cruisers, and Frigates/Corvettes. He had been second, then, however. It was always easy being second. You didn't have to make the big decisions, only to repeat them and give council. He often thought about that incident, and swore and allowed his mind to contemplate devious and despicable ideas for certain creatures. However, he never voiced these out loud, nor did he ever mention Bilbringi, except as another stronghold.
Pellaeon took a deep breath, clearing his mind of those thought, steadying himself for this command, knowing that after he gave it, there was no turning back.
"Send the message to the fleet. Engage hyperdrives; destination: Target #20."
Immediately the bridge came alive with the sound of hundreds of captains calling in to relay completion of calculations.
"On my mark. Three. Two. One. Engage hyperdrive. Fleet will rendezvous immediately and await further orders."
The fleet - over five hundred ships strong - quickly engaged hyperdrive. Unlike in bad sci-fi, no streaks of light were visible externally, only a swiftly accelerating flotilla of durasteel, then nothing but black, empty void, broken here and there by a pinprick of a star.
Admiral Pellaeon, Supreme Commander of the Imperial Remnant, for the third time, called his chief communications officer and ordered him to put him through on broadband for all ships of the fleet. Something about the weariness in the comms official's call of affirmation caused Pellaeon to hold the call for a moment longer, asking "Something wrong, Lieutenant?" "No, sir, I mean - well - the third time . . . " "I believe we are both aware of the severe importance of this mission, Lieutenant," said Pellaeon calmly. "I have spent nearly eight years reassembling this Empire into a great military and economical power, which had to be done in great secrecy, lest the Republic get wind of it." "Yes, sir." said the Lt.
All the ships were still here, and no other ships were detected on scanners, either in that system at Bilbringi, nor at any of the surrounding systems. All 187 Imperial, Victory, and Venator star destroyers, 75 cruisers, and 300 frigates, corvettes, and logistics vessels were ready, as was his own flagship, the super star destroyer Chimaera, (Previously the Reaper) named after his first ship, and her SISTER SHIP Kane, named after the Pentastar Alignment's founder, and four Praetor-class battlecruiser.
Pellaeon allowed himself to give in to speculation about the location. Had he chosen it because it was close to the border of Imperial Space along the Namadi Corridor? Or was it because he was remembering an incident eight years ago. He had been at the bridge of the Chimaera then, too, and at Bilbringi, however many of the ships around him had been replaced with sleek Mon Cal cruisers, Dreadnought Cruisers, and Frigates/Corvettes. He had been second, then, however. It was always easy being second. You didn't have to make the big decisions, only to repeat them and give council. He often thought about that incident, and swore and allowed his mind to contemplate devious and despicable ideas for certain creatures. However, he never voiced these out loud, nor did he ever mention Bilbringi, except as another stronghold.
Pellaeon took a deep breath, clearing his mind of those thought, steadying himself for this command, knowing that after he gave it, there was no turning back.
"Send the message to the fleet. Engage hyperdrives; destination: Target #20."
Immediately the bridge came alive with the sound of hundreds of captains calling in to relay completion of calculations.
"On my mark. Three. Two. One. Engage hyperdrive. Fleet will rendezvous immediately and await further orders."
The fleet - over five hundred ships strong - quickly engaged hyperdrive. Unlike in bad sci-fi, no streaks of light were visible externally, only a swiftly accelerating flotilla of durasteel, then nothing but black, empty void, broken here and there by a pinprick of a star.