Chapter 1: Victory for the BloodDweller

A loud crash hit the side of the ship as the entire floor shook. Fire had engulfed the port side of the bridge and the only thing keeping the General from abandoning his ship, the BloodDweller, was the chance of dying in honor. X-wings ploughed through the AATs as explosions erupted all around the sides of the star destroyer. Whoever led them they could sure use right now as their engines went dead. They were stuck in the orbit of the Man-Kattaar planet and yet somehow they were getting closer towards the planet's surface. "Disperse all TIEs now! We cannot afford to lose this planet!" the general beckoned through his heavy steal mask and just like magic, green flashes filled the black space as 40 X-wings were shot to hell. A deep grin spread across the general's emotion screen.

A squad on interceptors set off and ploughed through the hangar of the Mon-Calamari Cruiser and ended all chances of any more ships to annoy their plan. However all of this joy was ended when a single ship burst out of the hangar just before their engines erupted and blew the Mon-Calamari out of…well, space. A strong tug heaved against the general's stomach as he muttered the words, "Skywalker…" Just then, the small craft burst into hyperspace and was gone. This would not stand. No one had ever escaped the general and in a flicker of rage, he ignited his sabre and stormed off towards his T-mark 12 TIE…

The corridors were filled with either dead Stormtroopers or injured ones that didn't move. A loud electronic voice blurted out of the speaker all across what remained of the ship and said, "Engine stability reached. Altitude increasing." At least it meant they were no long plummeting toward the swampy planet. He turned a corner to see fifteen riot troopers trying to push a massive piece of debris that blocked off the hangar bay. Al on his own he lifted up the junk with the force and threw it to one side opening the hangar door only to find about 1,000 pilots pour into the hall with a look of cheer on their faces, forgetting the millions of casualties that they had just suffered from. The Sith pressed a button on his glove and then the entire room filled with a high pitched whine the caused everyone to wince in pain. "MOVE!" he beckoned as they all formed formation and left a neat path for him to stroll through with ease. But not happily.

The hangar lay in pieces, pylons swarming to floor. However one crate lay unharmed and as he approached the door flung open to reveal a shining new TIE, untouched with state-of-the-art blaster cannons and three huge triangle shaped wings that formed a pyramid from where you stood. One massive EchoTech pulsar grenade lay on the back that could take out a star destroyer, but no one knew why you would need this. It gave a massive shock wave that would temporarily disable all systems on board a ship and even cause the engines to overheat and self-destruct. He also had some last minuet resorts to his cannons where if he got close enough, he could prod and enemy ship and shock the pilot to death. Very impractical but there if you needed it. Hopefully on Skywalker…

It was almost impossible for anyone to maneuver their way out of the debris field but this sith was no anyone. He was the greatest sith of all. Or so he said. With the force guiding him, he could do it with his eyes closed but a mission like this could not be dealt with such immaturity. He had a prize. A prize that would singe his name in the Hall of The Sith in Coruscant and he would finally be known as the greatest military leader the galaxy has ever seen. Better then Grevious, Kenobi and even Darth Vader. Just then a hologram of the dark lord faded on screen.

"Give me a status report, General" the ancient, rusty voice said.

"The cruiser has been destroyed but one ship managed to escape. I sense that Skywalker is on it." He replied with great confidence. "I am in pursuit of the craft in hopes of destroying him and ending this futile war!"

"Fine. But bring him to ME. Alive." This request was most unusual for Vader. The face on the general suggested that he himself didn't understand it.

"I know better than to question your judgement my lord, but did you say alive?"

"Yes. The Emperor sees great potential in young Skywalker. He is to be brought to the Death star where he will be turned to the dark side and used as our greatest military asset." This made the general mad. He simply would not allow some blonde, whiney teenager to take his pedestal in the Empire. But before he could speak his mind to the lord of the Sith, the hologram vanished into thin air and just like that, he was gone.

"Fuck." He said as his ship darted off into light speed leaving the war-torn planet behind him in search for the head of the next Skywalker.

The planet of Tonzenular was quite a sight as busy as Coruscant but as scumbag filled as Canto Nemodia. The place where he landed was right in the heart of the gambling district. There was a small squad of troopers wait there for him which proved to be unneeded after someone tried to sell some death sticks to the general and had their skull smashed with a simple clench of the air like a bag of frozen Tusken heads. "Scan the perimeter and find that craft. If it is not here, send a message to the death star control room to have this planet exterminated. NOW!" and just like that, they all scampered off to find each and every landing bay in the city, leaving an imperial symbol in the blood of a citizen as they went, these troopers were Delta squad's padawans. A small dot started to blink on the general's wrist as an image of one of the troops said their message. "I have located a Gtrocht mark 7 freighter, Sir. Based on landing time and light speed logs, this is the one Skywalker used."

"Of course. The Rebellion is poor after all." Said he said as a wicked grin lit up on his electronic face. "Send me your co-ordinates trooper"

"Already have sir."

"Excellent. I have a special treat for you"