Hello, ladies and gents! I am the Imperial Jester! I am a newbie writer to this little site and am excited to write for all of you.

So, what is this story, and what is it about?

Starting with, what is Gate? Gate is a light novel turn manga turned anime series. In the original series, a gate between two worlds opens up. One of these worlds is modern day Japan. The other is a magical kingdom in a time around the age of the Romans. Everything goes about as well as you think.

Now, this story is a fan fiction. It is so farfetched that, those of you looking for scientific truth in the story will be disappointed.

A little over a decade ago, the great Republic fell. With its fall, it was replaced by an Empire. A government so powerful that it swept the remaining Separatists aside, a foe that the Republic had such trouble with like they were nothing more than abandoned toys. The military's strength grew greatly in the following decade. Order and peace were restored as the Outer Rim planets were, too, dragged into the folds of the Empire. However, dissidents began to rise to bring chaos and disorder to the galaxy once more. The Empire simply could not stamp them out, as they grew in power and brought more people to the foolish belief of 'freedom' from a government that held order. They wanted chaos, so the Empire gave them what they wanted. Star Destroyers, soldiers, and heavy armored equipment stormed planet by planet, slaughtering those who supported the rebellion. One of these battles was above the planet of Rhen Var. It was an ice planet, once holding a Jedi temple, but abandoned an unknown amount years ago. A trio of Star Destroyers flew above the planet, catching wind of a secret meeting. Aboard one of them, the Fiery, the admiral of the fleet stood amongst his men. One of them turned, facing him.
"Admiral Traff, our scanners are picking up no readings." The older man put a hand over his mouth, thinking. He looked to be in his fifties, maybe on the later end. His uniform was black, with the patches and markings of the officers at the rank of Admiral. The command crew of the great vessel went place to place, doing whatever menial job they were given. Thousands of men and women stood aboard this great vessel, that same number in its two sister ships.
"Run out systems again, comb the whole planet."

"Aye, Admiral, initiating sc-"

"Several ships coming out of hyperspace, sir!" Another yelled, standing up. The Admiral looked to the soldier in shock, and then out the window. Little ways away, space rippled as a whole fleet of ships came out of hyperspace. At the lead was the old Separatist warships called Munificents. Their paint was scrapped, and the ships themselves were heavily rusted. However, they were still a threat to any ship if they got close enough. They numbered seven, the size you would see in a standard Separatist fleet in the old Clone Wars days. They were quickly followed by more ships, though. Several destroyers appeared, Amongst them a Providence-Class carrier.
"Blast! Pool out energy into the shields, and scramble all fighters! It's the Phantom Fleet from the Raxus sector!"
"What are they doing out here?!" One of the officers called from his seat.
"I don't care, but they will tear us apart if we aren't quick!" All around the ship, alarms went off.
"All units, to your battle stations! I repeat, prepare for combat!" The voice bellowed. Tie-Fighters of mixed variety launched out to meet the cloud coming to them. The Separatist Vulture droids and Tri-Fighters held a 15 to 1 advantage over the Tie-Fighters, but were, however, outmatched in skill by them.
"Gold Squad, this is Gold Leader. Form up on me, these rust buckets can't get close enough to the destroyers!" One of the pilots barked, several other fighters pulling to his side.
"Yee, ha! Let's show these clankers what-" The two forces slammed together, explosions peppering the field. The far bigger ships all kept to their respective sides, waiting to see how the fighter skirmish played out. The admiral stood at the edge of the bridge, watching.
"Order the Triumphant II and Hummel IV to flank around and begin the attack on the enemy fleet."
"Aye, admiral!" The two massive ships moved around the skirmish, pushing towards the frigates. They immediately engaged, the Star Destroyer's far longer range giving it the distinct advantage. Frigates fell away, not even capable of getting close enough to fire back. For being the most feared fleet in the outer rim, they were quite easy to crush. The Admiral was suspicious, why, if they had more, send such a small fleet to combat the single biggest starship in the galaxy. Three of them, no less. It didn't add up. The rightmost star destroyer closed the gap between the next frigate, peppering it with fire. The frigate hovered aimlessly, its engines knocked out.
"Sir, the fourth enemy ship had fallen." The radioman informed him, turning from his console.
"Something isn't right... It's too easy."
"Sir?" The Admiral thought back to every battle that was fought against the phantom fleet. The wreckage found. Each time, no survivors were found, as if something had all but vaporized the ships and their crews. There was also signs of the same effect on the downed enemy ships. Some of them, which had floated away, were still, mostly, intact. However, many of the enemy ships found in the middle of the field were mostly blown apart, as if a bomb had-
A bomb.
They were bombs.
The Admiral shot up, looking out. The destroyers and Providence-class ships had fallen back a safe distance. The damaged Munificents had floated around the field. This was why they weren't even fighting back. These ships weren't there for combat, they were there to die.
"Radioman, open comms! Order the-" Too late. A blinding flash and the area beyond the fighter skirmish was vaporized. Nothing survived, save for the group of enemy command ships, some of the fighters, and the Admiral's ship.
"DAMN IT, WHAT WAS THAT?!" The Captain yelled, holding his ears. The explosions had shaken the very framework of the ship. A single, long crack passed down the window from one end to the other. The rest of the enemy ships mobilized to take down theirs. The Admiral suddenly realized that they were in a very bad position.
"Recall all remaining fighters and get us out of here! NOW!" The Admiral bellowed. The remaining fighters retreated to the depths of the ship.
"Hyperspace, now!" The Admiral ordered the navigator, who turned to look at him as if he were crazy.
"But, we don't have any coordinates!"
"I don't care, go!" The navigator jumped, spinning around. He pushed several buttons, then grabbed a lever. He gave one final look at the Admiral, who simply nodded. The younger man shoved the lever forwards. There was snow warning alarm, no announcement. The ship suddenly lurched backward, jetting off into hyperspace. It dove between the closing gap between wreckage and surviving ships. The Admiral let out a sigh of relief, dropping to the ground.
"We... We lived..." He pointed to the comms operator.
"Get communications opened with the nearest Imperial base, tell them we found out what the Phantom Fleet is doing, and how they keep winning."
"Aye, sir!"
The navigator went back to his console, glancing at it for just a second. he looked away, then right back. A small red light reading: 'Error: Power Low'. Before he could even notify anyone, or even turn from his console, the ship came to a jarring stop. Everything was thrown forwards by the sudden and abrupt stop. A moment of silence, and then every alarm on the ship went off. They were automatic ones, only played when A.) The ship was about to go boom or B...
"GRAVITY WELL?!" The Admiral yelled, sprawled onto the ground. No one answered, all except the Captain, who just pointed out the window. The Admiral propped himself up, looking out.
"Oh... A lot worse..." Outside, a great black hole was before their ship, dwarfing its once great size. It didn't take long for the ship to get caught in the pull of the, getting dragged inwards.
"Turn us around and put the thrusters on full blast!" The Admiral yelled, breaking the shock. Everyone was dragged back into reality and began working. The ship turned slowly, picking up speed as it drew closer to the center. The moment the engines faced towards the hole, they fired. The three thrusters went all out, putting every bit of energy they had outwards. Still, even this was not enough,as the ship still went back.
"What's the ETA on the hyperdrive?!" The Admiral demanded. The Navigator typed in a command, frowning.
"Twenty minutes and rising! The power is being sucked out of the ship for the thrusters, sir!" The Admiral looked to one of the operators.
"How long till we hit the center?"
"I would give it fifteen, sir!" Lastly, he turned to the engineer on the bridge. He didn't even have to ask.
"We have, at this rate, about forty minutes of power left before we shut down." The Admiral cursed under his breath, pinching the back of his neck. He closed his eyes, thinking. After a moment of gathering his thoughts, the Admiral let loose a string of orders.
"Engineer, reroute all available power not being used by something vital to the Hyperdrive. Navigator set course for the nearest Imperial Outpost in this sector. Operator, keep the engines at this level, do NOT let it rise or drop. Comms man, send out a distress signal, all frequencies." All the man bolted to do their own respective jobs. They were on a time limit, and the clock was ticking.
"This is the Fiery, identification code ISD-5660-7B. We are trapped in a black hole and are losing power by the minute. We need assistance, does anyone read me?!" The admiral walked to the end of the bridge. Even here, the windows showed the size of the black hole. He knew, even with all of this, the hyperdrive would be nowhere near ready to go before they hit the center, but he had to at least give the men hope. As he thought, the ship gave a shuddering screech. It was the sound of metal tearing away. He activated his comms.
"Engineer team, what did we lose?!" He demanded. A voice quickly answered him.
"Ahh... How do I put this... We lost a thruster." The Admiral was dumbfounded.
"We... what?"
"We... uh... Lost a thruster."
"How?" The Engineer cleared his throat.
"Okay, so, the thruster was running at full blast, well, the black hole is pulling at it... And it ripped the thruster out." The Admiral just gaped stupidly, dropping the communicator.
"Sir?" The Captain queried, seeing his officer in such a state. The ISD turned as the other two engines pushed, mostly, one side. It was now aimed towards the black hole when the operators had the wherewithal to deactivate them. This did not help their case, as now there was nothing slowing them down from going into the black hole.
"All units, brace!" A voice echoed throughout the ship. Crewmen and stormtroopers alike looked at the local intercom. Quickly, they all rushed to safe rooms, or anywhere they can hold on. A Storm captain waved several men over.
"Move, move!" When two more entered, he hit a button. The door slammed closed, darkening the room. After a moment, all the emergency lights turned on, soaking the room in red. Everyone jumped into their seats, strapping in.
"Everyone, brace! This will be a tough one!" The Captain said, strapping himself in.
"Ahh. Not as tough as that time over Mustafar!"
"We had the 501st with us that time."
"Stow the loose talk!" The Captain ordered. Everyone fell silent, listening to the blaring alarms of the ship. Aboard the bridge, everything was a lot less orderly. The Admiral was attempting to yell over everyone else, who all seemed dead set of being panicked.
"Sir, we are reaching 1150 kph, and rising at a steady rate. I estimate we have an approximate two minutes!" The navigator yelled over to the Admiral. The Admiral looked at him, all hope leaving the older man's face. The destroyer flew into the eye of the black hole, disappearing.
In any other occasion, they would all die.
It is not truly known what happen if something, let alone a ship the size of a Star Destroyer, were to enter a black hole. Though, it is believed that as the gravity of the Black Hole is so great, anything unluckily enough to get caught inside would be crushed.
However, in this case, they were not crushed. By some luck, or simply their lack of understanding of the phenomenon, they were launched back out. The massive ship, now being thrown by momentum, flew towards the nearest planet, backward. It took the Admiral, and crew, a few moments to realize they were not yet dead. As the ship hurtled through space, it spun back around to face the front. The Admiral the quickly approaching planet.
"Blast! A planet! Captain, I want us leveled out! The best we can hope for is trying to level out and glide to safety!" He knew full well this would be a rocky landing, as a ship this size could never correct a fall like this. How poetic, they survive a phenomenon as dangerous and mysterious as a black hole, only to die upon reentry of a planet. The ship twisted, making itself parallel with the ground below.
"Fire all remaining thrusters, we have to somehow counteract our decent!"
"Aye, sir. Firing thrusters 2 and 3."
"Initiate emergency landing alarms, close the hangars. I want this ship locked up tight when we hit the ground!" The ship began to catch flame as it entered the atmosphere. The plates of the bottom of an ISD were designed to be highly heat resistant, however, due to their circumstances, things may end very badly.
The two remaining thrusters fired, propelling the vessel forwards. Down below, the plains of the lands drew closer and closer. How the ship now fell would mean it would hit the ground, though not as hard as originally anticipated. The real problem now was, how far would they go? Do to the flight angle, along with the speed they were going at, they would probably slide kilometers, hundreds of them.
"BRACE FOR IMPACT!" The Captain yelled. The massive ship coasted over the ground for a second, and then rammed into it like a truck. The vessel even bounced a bit, and then began sliding. It tore land and crops asunder, destroying everything in its path. While the vessel itself did not face many losses to her crew, a town of 400 was not so fortunate. Almost all of them were wiped out in the early morning hours, not realizing what approached them. The town was, however, not even a slight bump to the crew, they didn;t even know what had happened. The ship slowed down significantly, tilting to one side. The right side hit the ground, turning the ship. This, however, helped its slowing, kicking up more land. The ship came to a full stop, creaking. The ship finally stopped, and sat there. Plumes of smoke rose from its durasteel plates.

General Koichiro Hazama of the JSDF. The armed security forces of Japan. Less than a month ago, a gate had opened up in Japan, Ginza Square, to be precise. Unknown, but ancient, invaders killed countless people, flooding from the mysterious gate. Had it not been for a few choice heroes and the JSDF, countless more would have fallen before Japan's allies would have stepped in. After a bit of preparation, the JSDF stepped through to the other side. There they had been met with seemingly endless combat. The 'Empire' they were fighting through countless soldiers at them, each army doing worse than the last. Each time, the JSDF became more and more entrenched. The last of these battles, a battle between an army of 100,000 and the JSDF, something... unexpected had happened. Now, Hazama realized almost everything in the past month had been unexpected, but this... this was something out. In the middle of the battle, something fell from the sky. Forward observers gave a ballpark estimate that it was about 1,400 to 1,700 meters in length. The object had been falling extremely fast, having a very triangular shape. that would be all, had it not been for one... strange fact. How the object had been falling, it would have hit them head on. However, the observers reported that the object had changed its course. It went from a straight plummet to a controlled dive. It attempted to correct itself into a glide, but sight was lost over the next hill. Now, Hazama was forced to try and explain this whole turn of events to the Prime Minister, Motoi Shinzo.
"... And that is when we lost visual on the object." Hazama stood in the office of the Prime Minister. He stood across from the man, who sat at his desk. He had his hands folded in front of his face, listening intently.
"Whatever this object is, it seems to have a crew, an Imperial craft, perhaps?"
"Unlikely, sir. Based on my reports, the Imperials are unable to even build motors, such a ship would be impossible for them."
"And yet we have a 2,000 meter long, METAL object no more than 25,000 meters away from or HQ? Please, explain this to me General. If they are not Imperial, who are they?"
"Sir, there is no proof that the object-" The Prime Minister pounding his fist on the desk, rising to his feet. Hazama jumped a little, not expecting such an outburst.
"This 'object' corrected a fall that NO inanimate object, or any uncontrolled object, could have! Hazama, I want to know who is aboard that craft, and I want to know if they are friendly or not. Put together a team to check it out. This has been deemed as a matter of National Security, am I understood?" Hazama took in a deep breath.
"Yes, sir. I will see to it."
"Only the best, Hazama."
"Only the best, sir."

"... Hey, Itami! General Hazama has a mission for you!"