"30 minutes out?"

"Yes sir, the first beacon picked it up; roughly 7 battle groups with a dozen or so ships per group and we have well over 100 angry Black Moon vessels coming for us." Joshua replied.

"How the hell do they have so many ships...?" Nelson asked before looking over the table once more. "Move the Alderaan into position, she's taking this fight solo."

"Sir, the weapons are barely a day old, thi-"

"This will be a proper field test and if something happens, we have a planet's worth of assets to go help her out; move her into position, this fight belongs to General Hyain." Nelson ordered.

"Aye sir... sending orders now..." Joshua replied quietly.

"I guess we finally get to feel how the Empire did at Laakteen Depot..." Nelson mumbled to himself getting a small thoughtful nod from his AI counterpart, and a few shudders from his bridge crew as bad memories flooded back into their minds.


Space seemed to blink in and out as 107 Black Moon ships of varying size and class all jumped out of hyperspace, most with their shields up full front and weapons ready to go while fighters began to stream out leisurely of the carriers to create a point defense perimeter.

"All ships form up and ready to flank once the main attack force hits the front." the Captain at the head of this large fleet ordered.

"Sir, picking up strange readings behind us." one of the bridge officers stated.

"On scr-" the captain began to say before he was thrown forward as the engine of his ship detonated sending the carrier spinning forward until the emergency thrusters kicked in.

"What just hit us!?" the captain asked.

"A space station, but what's it doing out this far from the planet!?" the officer who noticed it first replied before looking out the main viewport and finding that not only was his statement wrong, but that he and everyone he knew was not making it out of this star system in one piece.

"My god..." the pirate captain muttered as he saw 12 of his ships detonate from superior firepower in less than a minute, followed shortly by himself and the rest of his bridge crew being vaporized as a beam of high velocity plasma burning as hot as a star burned through what was left of his flagship's shielding and straight into the bridge.


"All guns open up! Suppressive fire on those fighters and get our own out there as soon as the fire slackens!" General Zyson Hyain barked from his place at the front of the bridge of the Alderaan. "And someone let Nelson know that he can join in any time- concentrate fire on the carrier! Coordinates 978 by 352 and 281!"


Captain Nelson stood on the bridge of the Kindred Spirit, watching as random explosions filled the inky black of space that he was most familiar with. Lines of plasma and laser fire burned through the vacuum, intersecting and detonating on either shield or hull plating.

"Beautiful..." Nelson whispered to himself, getting a nod from Izzi standing next to him watching the Alderaan carve through the fleet without any trouble.

"Captain, General Hyain just contacted us informing you that 'The floor is open if you wish to grab a dance.', sir." the main Coms officer reported.

"Inform him that I'm too polite to cut in, this dance is all his." Nelson replied as he watched with grim fascination at the sheer amount of firepower that the shields of the Alderaan were taking and holding back, he could almost see the ripple and extra glow of all the combined impacts from his location halfway across the system.

"You built an Executor!?" a near shriek sounded behind Captain Nelson causing the man to turn and see an infuriated Hannah. "You of all people built one of those genocide boats!?"

"Yes." Nelson replied dryly. "Yes I did... do you have any idea how many ships and people that thing is saving on our side? How many less lives I have to worry about being killed in the line of action?"

"I thought you'd have prejudices against one of those murder cans after what happened at the Kuat Drive Yards all those years ago."

"If anything seeing that dreadnaught die at Zann's hands simply reminded me why I needed to get away... the Super Star Destroyer line in itself is not flawed, only the Imperial idiots who captain them are. I have faith that General Hyain will do well in keeping her safe." Nelson replied quietly, "Besides, we need that sort of firepower for the war..."

"War!? I leave one War to jump right into the middle of another one!?" Hannah exclaimed.

"Yes, a Reclamation War." Izzi replied while Joshua brought up the Galactic Map on the table again. "We're taking back what is rightfully mine, what belongs to my species; and this Black Moon is an obstacle to both my Reclamation efforts, and your Captain's colonization efforts."

"Colonization?" Hannah asked, looking back up at the Captain. "You mean you're seeding worlds in this galaxy?"

"In a way... thousands of people have been leaving the Outer Rim to get away from the fighting, the wars for a government to be overthrown by another one. People tired of the Jedi and Sith religious wars constantly tearing the Galaxy apart... I was able to promise them a different life, one where neither Sith nor Jedi lead a dominant part."

"Captain, the viewscreen." Joshua stated. As he did, Nelson turned to look at the carnage; 107 Black Moon ships, all either completely vaporized or shot so full of holes that they didn't even run life support. Fires were still burning on some ships as their atmospheres were slowly drained by the flames and the husks of enemy and a few friendly fighters drifted in pieces... the Alderaan was unscathed, plowing through the debris field triumphantly to return home as rescue craft retrieved the bodies of fallen Eclipse pilots.

"A galaxy where I can offer protection and an equal life for anyone who seeks safe haven from the constant infighting between monks and zealots... My Galaxy." Nelson finished without turning back to Hannah as he watched the live feeds of his greatest creation move forward like a lazy and unstoppable god.

"Your galaxy?" Hannah asked. She did not however, get an answer, and slowly sank into herself a bit before reaching the door.

"Joshua will show you your quarters Hannah... it's nice to have you back safe and sound." Nelson said, again without turning, as his oldest friend left the bridge of his flagship, and the most dangerous weapon in the galaxy that he knew of floated towards them.

"You Galaxy?" Izzi inquired once she had left.

"Yes... my Galaxy... I don't care what's waiting out there, but I will take control; I will make order... I'll keep the peace and keep everyone safe. No religious wars, no having to deal with Force jockeys destroying planets, just a peaceful society where the Jedi are kept where they belong."

"And where do they belong?" Izzi asked with an almost amused tone.

"On the front line dying like the rest of us and earning their ranks instead of being treated like mortal gods who can't even be bothered with the common people."

"You sound like you have a big problem with Jedi..."

"And my problems with them are none of your concern." Nelson quipped.

"So it seems..." Izzi mumbled before looking back at the table. "I trust that we'll be hitting Beta soon?"

"Besh falls within 36 hours; the fleet is already being mustered as we speak and I already have commando teams there doing what they can to soften up the defenses."

"If I may... once in system, I can shut down the power systems that they use on that planet. The generators that your scouts report they use to power their defenses are the generators powering Beta-"

"Besh."

"Whatever, are the generators that are powering the temple on that Site." Izzi finished.

"And you can deactivate them?"

"Given the codes Zi had that I now possess, yes, I can once in the same system." he replied. Once finished, Nelson stroked his chin thoughtfully, running through the thought process and processing the new information and it's tactical advantage.

"The moment we're in system, pull the plug on their generators, we're making this an easy fight." Nelson finally said.

"Not exactly fair, though I can't complain." Izzi answered.

"I never want my boys to have to fight a fair fight." Nelson replied quietly getting a thoughtful nod from Izzi, and a grin from his bridge crew.