Star Wars Cylon Insurrection
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Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer Parthalon
Captain Gallan was marveled at his new chair. It was very comfortable. Especially when he leaned back. That and the new medal over his heart signifying his recent promotion. Oh, it took him years of pinching and pulling, but it got him to his very own star destroyer! A worn was yes, but a rather well known and prestigious one with battle scars. The previous captain had been demoted and promptly discharged in disgrace, having lost three new Imperial II Star Destroyers to the rebels.
Well! No such thing will happen on his watch. Even if the captain before him had been lauded as a great tactician and strategist, it was obvious now the man was nothing more than a fraud. Gallan felt a slight stab of irony, but ignore it.
The crew shifted restlessly, manning their posts with professionalism of any Imperial officer. Their new captain was easily recognizable as a vain man with the upbringing of a noble. Thin, with a weak chin and a twirly mustache that was constantly being twirled. They were unhappy with his obnoxious antics as he hummed and smiled to himself in the command chair.
"Captain, congratulations on your new post as the new captain of the Parthalon," said First Officer Jan, with a forced smile.
Gallan nodded with a wide toothy grin, tugging on his mustache idly, "She provides a rather smooth ride, doesn't she?"
"Captain," reported someone at the navigation station, "We have a report of an unidentified heavy cargo ship entering Sector 42!"
"Shoot it down," ordered Gallan dismissively.
"Sir," objected Jan, "Firing on a vessel without hailing is against regulations-"
"This is to celebrate my promotion, so make it flashy," barked the captain with an extra twist to his moustache, "Get to it!"
The first officer's lips thinned spectacularly, but he obeyed, forcing out the order, "Prepare to fire!"
Nearly a kilometer away, an aging GR-75 Medium Transport chuntered along, unaware of the disturbance it can unwittingly caused. It's cargo was of greatest importance, and it was nearing it's delivery point.
The imperial star destroyer silently directed it's port-side heavy turrets and began tracking the vessel, which continued plundering on.
"Fire," said the captain dismissively, lazily giving his mustache a twirl. A volley of bright green turbolaser bolts were blasted from each of the octuple cannons.
One after another, each bolt slammed into the slow junk-ridden transport, ripping through the shields as if they never existed, tearing wide holes into it's hull. The ship tilted as multiple explosions tore the ship in half, scattering it's cargo everywhere. Explosions sent pieces of debris flying everywhere. Dozens of cargo cubes were jettisoning their contents, hundreds of little probes were activated, their red lights blinking. The delivery was a success!
"Ah, bravo," sighed Gallan, "Not as exciting as I thought."
"Indeed, sir," agreed Jan stiffly.
"Ah, well, turn this ship round," he continued, ignoring or not noticing his first officer's coldness, "Lets have a look around."
Something slammed into the bridge, sending the captain flying out of his chair, his moustache un-twirled and hair mussed up in a comical fashion. Gallan fumbled his way back into his chair, "W-what is happening?"
"Three ships have opened fire on us! Sensors are being jammed," said an officer at the helm, "Jamming fields are coming from multiple sources around us...that transport we just destroyed must have scattered them everywhere-"
Another explosion slammed into the Star Destroyer's rear. Sending personnel reeling over their stations. The lights flickered as a streak of white whipped past the bridge transparasteel windows. Gallan recognized the missile as a ST12 Heavy Concussion Missile from a report he had read a short while ago. Rebel activity in this sector had included stealing a multiple shipments of heavy weapons, mainly missiles and torpedoes meant for TIE Bombers on Corellia.
"Turn this ship around! Now!" He shouted as the missile struck the portside armor with a hull-shaking explosion. The star destroyer turned about to face it's enemy, under heavy missile fire. A ship slowly came into view of the mark one eyeballs of the entire bridge crew.
"Three Rebel Starfishes! I repeat three Rebel Star Fishes!"
"Close In Sensors are detecting thousands of droid fighters inbound!"
"Starboard quad laser turrets are offline!"
"Launch all the TIE Fighters," Gallan shrieked, "Fire all the guns! Everything! Fire everything!"
Barely even halfway through it's turnabout, the Star Destroyer began opening up with it's quad and heavy turbolaser cannons, spewing bright green bolts of death towards the enemy. From it's underbelly, a full wing of barely prepped TIE Fighters swung out into a battlefield. Faced with over three thousand fightercraft, the TIEs were dropped into a dozen singed fighters desperately fighting tooth and nail against their red-eyed foes. All three basestars were soaking up the fire being thrown at it, great ripples of blue white splashes made as each destructive green bolt of energy impacted it's shields. Dozens of missiles lazily filled the void between the ships, all streaking into the wedged-shaped armored destroyer.
Proton-Tipped Missiles created yawning explosions of bright red and orange as the atmosphere ignited, the metal and armor warped beyond recognition. The command tower was partially torn apart. Nearly all it's batteries were non fucntioning, either from missile fire or from loss of power. The TIE Fighters were left drifting, Cylon Raiders having long since torn them apart and left relatively intact with high powered rapid fire blasters. Never before had the pilots seen so much carnage.
Jan pushed a gibbering Gallan out of the way, jabbing at the controls on the command console. The star destroyer was a wreck, more dead than alive and this was the second encounter between him and these new rebel warships. He was lucky that they were withdrawing, otherwise they'd be dead. Jammers were fritzing out. Support and reinforcements would be here soon.
But the damage had been done. The Rebels have shown themselves to be more than able of hitting them in a fair fight.
Before his eyes, the Star Fishes collected their fighters and disappeared in a flash of light.