Prologue: Heroes
All stories have heroes; people with amazing talents that struggle to find themselves in a very difficult world. This story is no different. All the men and women you will read about are heroes in someone's eyes, and this story is one that displays the hero in all of us. Tales of love, rejection, epic struggles, action, and adventure... all have a base in our own personal tale of heroism.
Sometimes, however, someone becomes a hero without even knowing it. Others may even become one against their own will. This hero may show no sign of caring of others, and somehow ends up sacrificing all they have for the good of all beings. In the end, they are heroes none the less. These types of heroes, sometimes known as antiheroes, change the way the universe works. You will soon discover that these may perhaps be the greatest kinds of heroes of them all... "My lord," Captain Bernard Galvan spoke, timidly, "Our forces are amassed in the Sevran system, as ordered. We await your next bidding." "Good work, captain," The hooded figure said, "You have shown me you are loyal to me and to your Empire. For this, you will be rewarded. Take command of the Inferno, and set up a command station on the systems edge. I want hourly updates on the coming campaign. I want them from you... Admiral Galvan."
Galvan looked at the floor and made a bow. "Thank you my lord."
"Begin phase one. The time has come at last."
The cackle of laughter echoed across the room.
What a day, thought Bruce Wayne, I never thought the Alliance would ask Batman to do surveillance in Corscan.
Wayne watched in silence as the large Imperial Fleet began to break up. The Super Star Destroyer, his sources found had been known as Inferno, began to separate from the group.
They must have new orders, he thought. Time to do some tracing.
His ship, the aptly named Batwing, let out a shudder as a cloaked tracing bugs launched toward the Inferno and the other lead Star Destroyer. Only seconds after they latched onto the hulls of the destroyers, the entire fleet entered hyperspace, leaving Wayne and the Batwing alone in space.
The computer had a good lock on the tracers, of course. "Ill have to thank Jon for this," Wayne smiled to himself. "Martian technology is really high-tech. The imperials won't know what happened."
The computer showed a station in the J'P'Tan system, flashing "target trajectory" in bright red lettering.
He hit his throttle, and the Batwing roared to life. After a few seconds, he had entered hyperspace, leaving the Sevran system empty.