A long time ago in a galaxy not so far away…
STAR WARS
Episode 3
THE NEW WORLD
War! The galaxy has been divided for over a year, and with no end in sight, the Jedi's numbers grow thinner. There are heroes on both sides and evil is every where.
Now in this age of darkness, the republic looks desperately for new allies as more star systems join the Confederacy of Independent Systems led by the evil Count Dooku and plunge the republic further towards defeat.
But the seeds of victory had been sown years before the clone wars ever began, and in this time of need, the savior of the republic is unknowingly being drawn in, to rescue the ailing democracy and the galaxy…
Prologue, Prelude to War.
Just outside the orbit of the planet of Bakura, on the edge of the outer rim territories, a fleet prepared for war. And oh, what a fleet it was! 10 lucrehulk carriers, 14 providence battleships, 20 destroyers and 60 frigates. On the bridge of the flagship stood two sinister black-clad figures, Asajj Ventress and Darth Tyrannus, better known by his nome-de-guerre, Count Dooku.
"Is the fleet ready Ventress?" Dooku said, his fluid Serreno panache seeping into his voice.
"Everything is ready for the trial of the fleet." His hawk faced apprentice replied.
"Good, then we may begin. Commander, let's get the armada to the target and quickly! We've now kept the poor souls on that planet waiting long enough. So please make haste. I'd imagine that if they knew we were coming, they'd be about ready to explode with terror." The captain of the vessel turned to the count. "Understood, very serious indeed. I'll have them at full speed the entire way, Count!" The captain began barking orders to the droid crew and the count smiled.
"Destination; Milky Way Galaxy, Sol System, Planet Earth. We are coming, and I don't care how many hundreds or thousands or millions or billions of people try to stop me!" And with those final words, the fleet disappeared in a flash of blue without so much as leaving a trace.
(Sangre de Cristo Inter-Planetary Radar Station, New Mexico, Earth, Sol System)
The SDC IRPS's name gave it a more impressive feeling than the institute itself. In the 20th century the former SETI institute had stretched over 10 square miles and employed more than a thousand technicians and workers, hunting for the life beyond our planet. Now, in the 24th century, with the lack of hostile alien life, the staff was the bare minimum of guards, repairmen and two technicians, monitoring the equipment and forwarding data to space command and NASA. The man on the planetary radar, a young technical specialist by the name of George Rutherford was an army radar operator who had transferred to the site after three years of work at Armed Forces High Command. This was not what he had expected at all when he came here, in truth he was only here because he was assigned to the place.
Rutherford was in charge of the interplanetary radar, a system of military satellites that monitored the space outside of earth's atmosphere and around mars. Last he checked, the system had a range out to Pluto, an impressive system at the time it was made to be sure. However, Rutherford had no time to marvel at the strength of the ancient equipment, he had a shift to complete. One that he could not wait for to end. The work was boring and trivial. And his pay was barely above the minimum wage, which in this economy, wasn't much.
But presently, the radar screen began a series of low pulsing sounds. Rutherford's blood froze, he had been in enough combat situations to know what that meant.
Contact.
Rutherford hurried over to the display and to his surprise, he saw what looked like a large group of meteors moving from behind Mars. Immediately Rutherford rushed out of the room to the control center and the phone to High Command. "Command?" Rutherford said. Nervous and shaking, he waited for the response to the call.
"Command here." Came the garbled response.
"This is IPRC, New Mexico. Lieutenant, we have several large objects coming around the orbit of Mars. What do you make of it?" Command's representative, a young lieutenant, checked the manifest and replied back into the phone, "As you were Sergeant, it's just a asteroid cluster coming in from the belt. There's nothing to worry about."
Rutherford hung up the phone and turned uncertainly back to the read-screen. "Hell of a lot of asteroids." Unbeknownst to him, as this conversation went on, the fleet of separatist warships edged ever closer. Not five minutes after, the ships were in range. A single word, and hundreds of fighters and thousands of bombers flew in swarms out of the gaping maws of the hangers. Off they went, off to wreak destruction and havoc on an unsuspecting world as the battleship's guns prepared to rain death upon the hapless planet.
Author's Note: My second story is now up! Reviews and Favorites are appreciated, and criticism is also appreciated. In fact I welcome it.