Ok, this is it, my first attempt at a FFN-fiction.
Since I got my first computer TIE Fighter has been my favorite computer game.
Even if it's somewhat outdated now, I still like it very much.
Even the more since you can play the Empire! (He, he.)
And I liked the thought of a renegat trying to overthrow Palpatine.
After I read a (never finished) story of some other SW-fan about Thrawn
beeing captured by Zaarin (the TIE fighter-renegat) I searched my files
for my own old thoughts about that subject.
What I found was a rough story-outlay. I started to write a full-grown
story out of it and this is what came out (and is still coming, I'm
not finished, yet.)
I've read Star Wars and Harry Potter stories on this site for some time now
and have noticed that -compared to HP- the SW-fans do not really like to
review a lot.
However, I hope to get at least ONE person to review this story, even if
he/she tells me to stop... (which I hope will not be the case but I'm open
for any constructive and useful criticism!)
DISCLAIMER:
As you well know, George Lucas has invented the whole SW-universe or allowed
others to invent parts of it.
(Thrawn and Parck belong to Timothy Zahn, Zaarin to LucasArts.)
I did not make any money out of this. (I'd like to but that's not the question.)
All right, here comes the first part!
"INTO ENEMY HANDS"
From Caius Iulius
Prologue
The imperial Star Destroyer "Grey Wolf" had just come out of hyperspace and
began launching TIE-fighters. Those were ment as standard patrols, for the
ship had only ours before driven a minor fleet of Zaarin's forces out of the
Wega-sytem.
The former Grand Admiral Zaarin had dared an unsuccessful coup-de-tat against
Emperor Palpatine month ago and since then had posed a major threat to the Empire-
at least here in the Outer Rim territories.
He had managed to destroy most of the Empire's TIE-Defender space yards; the effective
star fighter was now no longer available for Palpatine's loyal forces.
Only when Admiral Thrawn had been ordered to hunt down the renegat, Zaarin had had to
slow down. It was becomming harder for him to hurt the Empire with surprise assaults.
As a reward for his efforts, Thrawn had been promoted to Grand Admiral.
Now he was standing at the "Grey Wolf"'s main bridge view port and gazed out to
the distant stars.
The arrival of Voss Parck, the "Grey Wolf"'s captain, interrupted his thoughts.
"The repairs are proceeding as expected, sir. The damage should be repaired
within the next few days. I don't think we have to return to one of our bases
to request assistance."
Thrawn nodded shortly.
"We cannot risk to withdraw, captain," he said and turned to his captain for the
first time.
Parck's face became hard.
"No, of course not. We must not give Zaarin any advantage. He would undoubtly
make use of our absence the moment we leave."
Thrawn gazed once again to the stars.
"I'm not sure what he is up to next. His last attacks were far to harmless to
be meant as a real threat. I wonder what he has in mind."
When Parck remained silent, Thrawn turned to him.
"Well, I fear we will find out soon enough. Until then the fleet has to be fully
operational again."
Parck nodded. "Understood, sir."
"Excellent," Thrawn said. "I will be in my quarters. Good night!"
He went along the walkway towards the turbolift while Parck took his place at
the bridge.
Chapter 1: The Betrayal
Captain Parck had not promised too much; the repairs were going on well.
All that was missing now was a sign from Zaarin. But he remained
-not typical for a man of his character- silent.
Thrawn sat at his desk inside his quarter and read the reports of the various systems
in this area. He should have been grateful for Zaarin's not showing up,
but he knew the man better than that. This whole thing had to mean something,
the question was just: WHAT?
For hours he had been searching for a hint of Zaarins activities. He studied the
reports for the tenth time now, without finding anything suspicious.
It seemed as if Zaarin was gone...
Tired, he put his face in his hands. It was far after midnight.
He turned the console off and steped once again to the window.
The com-signal interrupted his thoughts.
"This is Thrawn," he said, "what is it?"
"Sir, this is Lt. Commander Bren. One of our TIE-pilots has just returned.
It seems he has found somthing... interesting. Not much, but it could be an
evidence of Zaarin's fleet."
Thrawn said nothing but smiled faintly. Finally, he thought.
"Sir?" Bren persisted. "I am sorry to disturb you at this hour, but the captain
said you would want to see this immediately."
Thrawn turned away from the window.
"Very well, commander. Where are you?"
"Hardware store room next to hangar B, sir."
"Good, tell captain Parck I shall join him there soon. Thrawn out."
He put the rest of his uniform on and left his quarters towards the turbolift.
He didn't meet anybody. It was alway very quiet during night shifts at those
times, although there was no "real" night on a star ship of that size, but his crew
needed a rest badly and thus he had ordered a light shift once a day for as long as the
repairs proceeded.
He took the turbolift down to hagar B which was compeltely left now, and went to the
store room.
Lt. Commander Bren was waiting for him. "Ah, Admiral..."
Thrawn stopped, frowning.
"Where's captain Parck?"
Brens respectful expression turned into a sadistic grin.
"Well, I hope he is fast asleep in his quarters." Slowly, he took a step towards Thrawn.
The Grand Admiral's face hardened.
"I understand..." Instinktivly, he reached for his blaster - nothing. He had left it
in his rooms.
Before he could do anything, someone grabbed him from behind. He tried to pull away from
his unseen attacker but didn' get a chance.
The man pressed an injector to his throat and Thrawn immediately felt his muscels go
numb. He knew he was beaten and that knowledge made him almost panic.
He fell to the floor but the expected unconciousness never came.
His vision was blurred and he felt someone lifting him.
They must have given me some sort of paralysator, he thought. He tried to move his
head to get a better view but his muscels would not respond.
"Come on, guys, move! It's night shift but you never know!"
Bren indicated the two men who had overpowered Thrawn to hurry up while they
lifted Thrawn from the floor. They were clad in the black uniforms of
imperial shuttle pilots.
"You know, you were right, Bren," one of them said, "this stuff was damned fast!
Our friend here never knew what hit him. He's knocked out!" He laughed.
"Yes, concisely as ordered." Bren had to admitt. "Now, get him in!"
The two men did as they were told and lifted Thrawn into a large metal box
which usually was filled with spare parts.
Bren grinned gown to his prisoner.
"Have a nice trip, sir!" he said smiling.
With a scornful laugh he closed the box and locked it tight.
"Stalk, please call some of the technicians to help us carrying."
Stalk did and soon returned with two techs.
With their help (had they only known what was really in that box) the traitors were
able to carry the box to one of the shuttles.
When the techs had left, Bren turned again to Stalk.
"All right. the rest should be easy. I made sure that a shuttle launch is estimated
at this hour."
Stalk grinned.
"Thanks, Bren. I'd like to see the captain's face when he learns Thrawn is no longer
onboard the "Grey Wolf"."
"Well, that's something I won't miss!" Bren said with a grin. "Now you must be off!"
He went down the ramp and was already at the turbolift when the shuttle flew out of
the hangar into space.
TBC...
That's it for now!
I'm proud if you read this far (all right, I know, it's not THAT far now, but I
still like the thought that you finished this chapter. Thanks!)
CI
Since I got my first computer TIE Fighter has been my favorite computer game.
Even if it's somewhat outdated now, I still like it very much.
Even the more since you can play the Empire! (He, he.)
And I liked the thought of a renegat trying to overthrow Palpatine.
After I read a (never finished) story of some other SW-fan about Thrawn
beeing captured by Zaarin (the TIE fighter-renegat) I searched my files
for my own old thoughts about that subject.
What I found was a rough story-outlay. I started to write a full-grown
story out of it and this is what came out (and is still coming, I'm
not finished, yet.)
I've read Star Wars and Harry Potter stories on this site for some time now
and have noticed that -compared to HP- the SW-fans do not really like to
review a lot.
However, I hope to get at least ONE person to review this story, even if
he/she tells me to stop... (which I hope will not be the case but I'm open
for any constructive and useful criticism!)
DISCLAIMER:
As you well know, George Lucas has invented the whole SW-universe or allowed
others to invent parts of it.
(Thrawn and Parck belong to Timothy Zahn, Zaarin to LucasArts.)
I did not make any money out of this. (I'd like to but that's not the question.)
All right, here comes the first part!
"INTO ENEMY HANDS"
From Caius Iulius
Prologue
The imperial Star Destroyer "Grey Wolf" had just come out of hyperspace and
began launching TIE-fighters. Those were ment as standard patrols, for the
ship had only ours before driven a minor fleet of Zaarin's forces out of the
Wega-sytem.
The former Grand Admiral Zaarin had dared an unsuccessful coup-de-tat against
Emperor Palpatine month ago and since then had posed a major threat to the Empire-
at least here in the Outer Rim territories.
He had managed to destroy most of the Empire's TIE-Defender space yards; the effective
star fighter was now no longer available for Palpatine's loyal forces.
Only when Admiral Thrawn had been ordered to hunt down the renegat, Zaarin had had to
slow down. It was becomming harder for him to hurt the Empire with surprise assaults.
As a reward for his efforts, Thrawn had been promoted to Grand Admiral.
Now he was standing at the "Grey Wolf"'s main bridge view port and gazed out to
the distant stars.
The arrival of Voss Parck, the "Grey Wolf"'s captain, interrupted his thoughts.
"The repairs are proceeding as expected, sir. The damage should be repaired
within the next few days. I don't think we have to return to one of our bases
to request assistance."
Thrawn nodded shortly.
"We cannot risk to withdraw, captain," he said and turned to his captain for the
first time.
Parck's face became hard.
"No, of course not. We must not give Zaarin any advantage. He would undoubtly
make use of our absence the moment we leave."
Thrawn gazed once again to the stars.
"I'm not sure what he is up to next. His last attacks were far to harmless to
be meant as a real threat. I wonder what he has in mind."
When Parck remained silent, Thrawn turned to him.
"Well, I fear we will find out soon enough. Until then the fleet has to be fully
operational again."
Parck nodded. "Understood, sir."
"Excellent," Thrawn said. "I will be in my quarters. Good night!"
He went along the walkway towards the turbolift while Parck took his place at
the bridge.
Chapter 1: The Betrayal
Captain Parck had not promised too much; the repairs were going on well.
All that was missing now was a sign from Zaarin. But he remained
-not typical for a man of his character- silent.
Thrawn sat at his desk inside his quarter and read the reports of the various systems
in this area. He should have been grateful for Zaarin's not showing up,
but he knew the man better than that. This whole thing had to mean something,
the question was just: WHAT?
For hours he had been searching for a hint of Zaarins activities. He studied the
reports for the tenth time now, without finding anything suspicious.
It seemed as if Zaarin was gone...
Tired, he put his face in his hands. It was far after midnight.
He turned the console off and steped once again to the window.
The com-signal interrupted his thoughts.
"This is Thrawn," he said, "what is it?"
"Sir, this is Lt. Commander Bren. One of our TIE-pilots has just returned.
It seems he has found somthing... interesting. Not much, but it could be an
evidence of Zaarin's fleet."
Thrawn said nothing but smiled faintly. Finally, he thought.
"Sir?" Bren persisted. "I am sorry to disturb you at this hour, but the captain
said you would want to see this immediately."
Thrawn turned away from the window.
"Very well, commander. Where are you?"
"Hardware store room next to hangar B, sir."
"Good, tell captain Parck I shall join him there soon. Thrawn out."
He put the rest of his uniform on and left his quarters towards the turbolift.
He didn't meet anybody. It was alway very quiet during night shifts at those
times, although there was no "real" night on a star ship of that size, but his crew
needed a rest badly and thus he had ordered a light shift once a day for as long as the
repairs proceeded.
He took the turbolift down to hagar B which was compeltely left now, and went to the
store room.
Lt. Commander Bren was waiting for him. "Ah, Admiral..."
Thrawn stopped, frowning.
"Where's captain Parck?"
Brens respectful expression turned into a sadistic grin.
"Well, I hope he is fast asleep in his quarters." Slowly, he took a step towards Thrawn.
The Grand Admiral's face hardened.
"I understand..." Instinktivly, he reached for his blaster - nothing. He had left it
in his rooms.
Before he could do anything, someone grabbed him from behind. He tried to pull away from
his unseen attacker but didn' get a chance.
The man pressed an injector to his throat and Thrawn immediately felt his muscels go
numb. He knew he was beaten and that knowledge made him almost panic.
He fell to the floor but the expected unconciousness never came.
His vision was blurred and he felt someone lifting him.
They must have given me some sort of paralysator, he thought. He tried to move his
head to get a better view but his muscels would not respond.
"Come on, guys, move! It's night shift but you never know!"
Bren indicated the two men who had overpowered Thrawn to hurry up while they
lifted Thrawn from the floor. They were clad in the black uniforms of
imperial shuttle pilots.
"You know, you were right, Bren," one of them said, "this stuff was damned fast!
Our friend here never knew what hit him. He's knocked out!" He laughed.
"Yes, concisely as ordered." Bren had to admitt. "Now, get him in!"
The two men did as they were told and lifted Thrawn into a large metal box
which usually was filled with spare parts.
Bren grinned gown to his prisoner.
"Have a nice trip, sir!" he said smiling.
With a scornful laugh he closed the box and locked it tight.
"Stalk, please call some of the technicians to help us carrying."
Stalk did and soon returned with two techs.
With their help (had they only known what was really in that box) the traitors were
able to carry the box to one of the shuttles.
When the techs had left, Bren turned again to Stalk.
"All right. the rest should be easy. I made sure that a shuttle launch is estimated
at this hour."
Stalk grinned.
"Thanks, Bren. I'd like to see the captain's face when he learns Thrawn is no longer
onboard the "Grey Wolf"."
"Well, that's something I won't miss!" Bren said with a grin. "Now you must be off!"
He went down the ramp and was already at the turbolift when the shuttle flew out of
the hangar into space.
TBC...
That's it for now!
I'm proud if you read this far (all right, I know, it's not THAT far now, but I
still like the thought that you finished this chapter. Thanks!)
CI