Author's note:

I decided to write this fic based on many previous ones which involve Earth or it's offshoots getting into the CW or Civil War. I have deviated from that, creating my own civilisation. I do not own Star Wars, I only own the Selan Republic and my OCs

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1: CONTACT

The fleet of Selan ships was in orbit around an unknown planet. Scans revealed it to be resource rich.

"Sir," Captain Revel informed. "We seemed to have miscalculated our warp."

"The other captains have said the same," the admiral, Darc Celler, replied. "All Captains, prepare to warp back to Sela. We will return to this planet later to set up a mining colony."

"Yes Sir!"

The fleet were preparing to return to Sela, when out of nowhere, a fleet of unknown ships dropped out of warp. They were dagger shaped, with a red stripe in the middle.

Another civilisation?

And then another set of ships appeared. This time, they were grey, with blue markings and more rounded.

Then a series of coloured laser bolts shot past them. They were in the middle of a space battle.

On the admiral's ship, he almost panicked.

In the middle of a space battle? What side would he join? The white or grey?

That fleet consisted of ships narrower at the front, with front "wings", and wide at the back, with a rounded front that was patterned like a Togruta's lekku. Except it wasn't blue and white. It was blue and red. It was an entirely new design.

"General Skywalker," Admiral Yularen stated. "There is an unknown fleet idling there. Do we contact them for assistance?"

"Yes, Admiral. Right away."

Celler's question was answered, when a transmission made his mind.

"This is the Resolute of the Republic, we have been attacked by the Separatists, and we require your immediate assistance!"

"Affirmative!"

"Fleet, attack those grey ships!" he ordered over the fleet channel.

"Yes sir!"

General Grievous was having a bad day. A really bad one. First, he failed to defend a planet, second, he lost an arm to a Jedi and realising he was outmatched, he was "forced" (haha) to flee. He was literally shaken out of his thoughts when his ship shook. Warning lights started flashing and klaxons blaring.

"What is going on?!" he demanded.

"Sir," a battle droid informed. "We have been attacked from the rear, by an unknown fleet it seems."

"GAHHH!" he tossed the droid aside. This was the last straw.

The Separatist ships turned around and returned the fire. However, their fire was divided between the Selans and the Republic.

Zardoza was training in her quarters, all by herself, sparring against her droid friend, K-5T0, who was built for combat. She dodged a punch and returned a roundhouse kick, knocking the droid away.

"Great fight!" the droid said.

"All fun."

She deactivated the droid for a break. She stepped away, wiped the sweat off her face and took a sip from her canteen. The ship shook, nearly knocking her off her feet. She ran to the window to see what was going on.

"Send fighters and bombers to those ships!"

Swarms of Vulture fighters and Hyena bombers streamed out from the hangar bays, their target being the Selan ships. Republic fighters rushed in to engage. Some bombers made it to their targets, dropping their payload, damaging their ships a little.

"All pilots to your stations! I repeat, all pilots to your stations! This is not a drill!"

I never get a break, do I? Zardoza smiled, and grabbed her headset and rushed out the door.

She rushed to the hangar bay. She ran to where her ship was, a modified GX-1. The only differences she made were to the engine, blaster cannons and added front canards. The result? Better manoeuvrability and speed, and well as firepower.

She got into the cockpit, strapped herself in and began some quick pre-flight checks.

"Hey Zardoza!"

She turned her head to see her best friend and fellow pilot, Amelya Rotruna.

"Hi Amelya!"

"So, what'dya think of this battle?" she asked.

"I honestly have no idea. This is a new experience for us, meeting some new civilisations."

"Howddya think it'll turn out?"

"Let's see…"

The two girls blasted out of the hangar into the battle.

"There's too many on my tail!"

A Republic fighter blew apart, with the pilot screaming a Wilhelm scream.

"I can't shake them!" A clone pilot prepared for his immediate end, closing his eyes. However, it never came. The Vultures behind him blew up in a fireball.

"Whoever saved me back there? I thank you!" A squadron of fighters behind him powered forward, and he saw. They were sleek, pointy nosed with a dual tail and triangular wings, with two large cannons. However, one of the lead fighters was modified, with the right wing sporting a thunderbolt pattern.

The squadron then fired upon incoming droid fighters, destroying them. They were then approached by many more fighters, more than their squadron. They spilt up. The two lead fighters personally took on five Vultures each.

Zardoza destroyed the first one easily. She dropped the throttle, causing the other two to shoot forward. She blew them up.

The remaining two advanced, firing widely.

How am I going to get them off me?

Then she saw two cruisers ahead engaging each other at close range. A Selan G cruiser and a grey. The Selan ship annihilated the grey, causing it to blow apart. That gave her an idea.

Well, here goes nothing.

She swerved sharply into the debris, avoiding the debris and fire at the same time. She swerved though a tight passage, just managing to squeeze through. The unlucky pursuers couldn't dodge in time and collided into it. She emerged unscathed.

"Wooo!"

The pilot, whose life was saved earlier, saw everything that had happened and remarked "that's one hell of a pilot!"

Amelya's fighter pulled up next to hers, flying to her left.

"'Melya. Did you see that?!" Zardoza called out.

"Showoff..."

"Eagle Squadron, regroup," The fighters that had spilt up formed up behind them.

"This is Eagle Leader. All report in."

"Eagle Two standing by," Amelya said.

"Eagle Three standing by."

"Eagle Four standing by."

"Eagle Five standing by."

"Eagle Seven standing by."

"Eagle Nine standing by."

"We've lost Six, Eight and Ten. May they rest in peace."

"Sir, we've lost four ships out of our twenty."

"Argh! Retreat! We have no more purpose here!" Grievous growled.

The remaining ships that could still retreat jumped away. The remaining one was destroyed.

There's my first chapter done! I have no set update schedule, as I have school. Remember to R&R. The line break seems to be broken, so I'm using the divider for now

Stay tuned!

Jek