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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

STAR WARS

SABER WING

Episode I

SHADOW STRIKE

The First Order has risen from the ashes of the Galactic Empire. Remaining hidden in the unknown expanse of the outer rim, they have built up their forces in relative secret. The Republic is blind, only General Leia Organa and her Resistance movement know the true threat The First Order poses to the galaxy.

Working with short supplies and with the constant danger of attack, the Resistance has been keeping an eye on The First Order's activities and plans to stop any offensive action before it starts. However, The First Order unleashes their own plans - a new type of Star Destroyer carrying a device capable of dealing a severe blow against freedom.

Utilising pirates and dubious traders of all kinds, the Resistance manages to stay supplied on the outskirts of the outer rim territories. Little do they know, this small band of renegades will soon play a pivotal role in the fight to save the galaxy from tyranny...

1

The darkness of space did nothing to hide the immense bulk of the Star Destroyer. The surface of the ship was broken up by sleek lines and jutting turbolaser turrets. The Compellor,was named by the First Order after a similar ship, an interdictor cruiser from the age of the Galactic Empire. Its namesake had been hijacked and eventually destroyed by the Rebel Alliance in a series of actions, the objective of which was to steal a very special piece of technology. Gravity well projectors - these huge domes, set into the hull of the triangular-shaped ship were, in fact, very cunning devices. They could mimic the effect of planetary gravity and haul passing ships out of hyperspace, also they could be used to prevent vessels from making the jump to lightspeed, rendering escape impossible. Gravity well technology had not been utilised for many years and the days of the interdictor cruiser all but died out with the collapse of the Empire. Now, however, the sinister First Order had arisen and built many ships in secret, theCompellor being one such vessel. Old technologies had been improved, perfected and given a new lease of life with the express purpose of bringing star systems and innocents to heal once more.

The bridge of the Compellor was a hive of activity. Within the large room, with its angular edges and hard, shining surfaces, officers and crew worked at a steady pace. They went about tasks with the maximum amount of efficiency possible. The scene was not chaotic; it was robotic, mirroring the harsh, militaristic society the First Order hoped to spread throughout the galaxy.

An officer stood expectantly at the very front of the bridge, adjacent to one of the large viewing windows that looked out onto the field of stars beyond. This man wore the teal-coloured uniform of a senior officer in the First Order's navy. Around the cuff of his jacket, the rank designation of colonel could be clearly seen. Colonel Montross was the commander of the Compellor and he knew it. He kept his ship and crew tightly under his iron will, there was no mutiny, no failure, only obedience and efficiency. The Colonel's grim-set features took on a glimmer of interest at a small round object in the far distant, beyond the protective glass of the observation window. It was the planet Taskilia, known to be home to a nest of Resistance fighters. Although the celestial body was too far away, even to strike at with his shining new Star Destroyer, Montross still let the corners of his mouth curl upwards slightly into a sneer. It was almost as if he could have reached out to the window in front of him and squashed the planet with a gloved finger, as if it were some offending insect.

Colonel Montross was brought out of his merciless thoughts of destruction when another officer approached him. This man, similarly attired, was lower in rank and slightly shorter in stature. 'Colonel, sir.' Major Rigell announced his presence from behind his commanding officer.

'Yes, what is it Major?' Montross asked, turning to eye his adjutant with a steely gaze.

'We have arrived at the specified coordinates and have picked up an incoming hyperspace trail.' The Major reported with an air of success.

'Good.' The Colonel said, suppressing a grin, 'Proceed with the test.'

'Yes sir.' The Major turned on his heal and gestured to a nearby Lieutenant with a simple nod.

'Sir.' The Lieutenant acknowledged, his gloved hands deftly activating several buttons and switches on the console in front of him. 'Bringing the generators online.'

Outside the Compellor, the huge domes of the gravity well projectors started to hum and whine into action. Pulsating streams of light flashed over their metallic surfaces, cascading into the void beyond. Suddenly and with immense force, a bubble of energy burst outwards from the hull of the Star Destroyer, sweeping away from the ship and on into space for a long distance.

Points of light appeared and in an instant, three small ships sprang forth, as if from nothing, stretched and plucked from the realms of hyperspace and dumped onto the starry backdrop of space.

'What happened?!' The Captain of the first ship yelled, struggling to be heard over the cacophony of alarms and klaxons. He entered the crowded cockpit and jumped into the seat that was usually reserved for him.

'Something has dragged us out of hyperspace!' The co-pilot reported anxiously.

'Analyse all systems, I want...' The Captain's voice was abruptly drowned out as a loud amount of static and an authoritative tone forced its way over the comms channel. 'Resistance sympathisers! Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded! Your ships are to be impounded by order of Supreme Leader Snoke of the First Order! Stand down at once!'The man on the other end of the comm-link was obviously not in the mood for trading pleasantries.

'The hell we will!' the Captain growled, not that anyone was listening on the other end of the comm.-link; the channel had been shut off with the expectation that the ship and her crew would instantly comply with orders and go quietly. 'Make the jump back to lightspeed!'

'The hyperdrive isn't responding!' the co-pilot replied, he had already attempted the operation. He tried again, just to satisfy himself that there hadn't been a minor fault the first time ...still nothing. 'It's not functioning!'

On the bridge of the Compellor, Colonel Montross frowned as he looked down at the three small freighters, awaiting the First Order's justice. Major Rigell reported in from behind him, 'Colonel, they've dropped out of lightspeed. The gravity well is stable.'

'Have you sent the signal?' Montross asked.

'Yes, sir. They refuse to stand down.' Rigell did not seem concerned.

'They've had their chance.' Montross grinned, 'Launch fighters!'

The docking bay of the Compellor sprang to life. Pilots and technicians had been waiting a long time for this moment and now, finally, the call to action was here. They worked fluidly and within mere moments, the Compellor's full complement of TIE fighters had been launched, roaring out of their containment bays and out of the hangar via the huge magnetically shielded port. Orders came over each of the TIE fighters speakers, 'Shadow group, you are free to engage the enemy!'

The First Order TIEs streaked toward their targets like shining angels of war, eager to deal out death to their enemies.

Lasers blasts buffeted the three small freighters. Their shields did not last long. The ships were all destroyed, exploding into space and scattering what little debris that was left into the void. There were no survivors...

As a mark of triumph, one squad of four TIEs performed a well-timed victory roll, happy with what they had done in the name of the First Order...

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