The moon of Mustafar spun quietly as the fleet under the command of Grand Admiral Thrawn orbited the lava rock. The Star Forges were stationed between the planet that Mustafar orbited and the moon itself. However, Thrawn could only look into the blackness of space, his mind focused on the singular fact that he was now faced with. His commanding officer, Darth Vader, was planetside while under heavy emotional stress due to the death of Harry James Potter Skywalker. Jedi Master Sheldia was also planetside with him, but the others that were on the Imperator as of now, but Thrawn couldn't help but feel a strong sense of uneasiness come over him.

The Chiss Grand Admiral didn't have long before the bridge suddenly started coming to life with the sounds of shock and surprise.

"Sir! Multiple contacts are dropping out of hyperspace!" one of the officers reported, making Thrawn nod.

"Prepare for battle, all crew members to battle stations. Contact the Star Forge, all need to be prepared."


Underneath his castle, the former Jedi turned Sith marched towards the cave that it was built over. One mission in his mind, one focus, one goal. The Dark Side slithered invisibly around his metal boots as he marched into the sith cave, Sheldia made her disgust know that how the Dark Side reeked from it walls. Inside was the remains of what took nine attempts to power.

The memories came back to him, a Sith Helmet with held the consciousness of a Sith Sculpture. The nine attempts that it took to finally gain the power needed to use the portal that had was here from when a certain Mustafarian item turned the once green moon into a lava covered death rock.

"So you did. But you seem quite the worse for wear. I can hear your servos grinding from here. While I…" The voice of the Sith Sculpture, Darth Momin said in his mind, "Am newly born."

The sounds of crimson sith blades crossing faded as Darth Vader stood before the arch that would lead to the world of the dead. The same place that Darth Momin had brought back his younger self, and this would be the same place he would bring back his son and, hopefully, his wife. He could feel the Dark Side humming in the walls as he looked over at the altar on the ground, cut in two pieces.

I will bring you home," Vader swore under his breath, "I will not fail you again!"

He used the Force to start lifting the altar back together but was brought out of his concentrating when the Force nearly deafened him with a scream of horror that was still ringing in his ears as he looked around. Sheldia was holding her ears, causing the Sith Lord to grasp her upper arms to steady her. When he saw her face, he felt his stomach drop, her words made it sink even lower.

"H-he's back! The original Sith Emperor is reborn!" She all but screamed in horror, on the verge of panic.


The battle above Mustafar wasn't going as well as many would think. The Chimera, Devastator, Rampage and the Imperator were locked into a tight defensive position that left no room for the TIE fighters to freely fly into combat. The ships that the ISD's and SSD were facing were all of the same make and model but they were driving bright blue bolts of turbolaser fire into the shields of the Imperial vessels non stop.

Thrawn remained calm as he issued orders and studied the enemy. They were of a time long past, Old Republic era by the looks of it. If his memory served correctly, they were Eternal Fleet Warships. The old reports of these ships came to him, a hive minded fleet of automated ships that were controlled by sentient GEMINI droids but were enslaved to the device known as the Eternal Throne. Where that device was had been lost in time but he now had some idea of what he was facing.

"Order all ships to tilt 53 degrees, give the TIE fighters plenty of cover. Star Forge, begin producing producing TIE Bombers, these ships don't have any smaller strike craft." He ordered smoothly.

As his orders were being done, he looked at the ships and calculated the chances of victory with the forces he had now.

The odds were not in his favor, as the golden protocol droid had stated before, the chances of winning were 3,720 to 1.


Across the Galaxy, another watched and maneuvered the ships of the Eternal Fleet. Ten thousand Warships against four Harrower class look alikes and the Star Forges. The target was the Star Forges but with how this small fleet was organized, most of the turbolaser fire was going into them. Despite this, the ships were on the defensive, something that not even the Harrowers of the day were good at.

These were better in some respects but not others, some just don't learn from past mistakes.

As the fleet pushed in closer, the GEMINI Mother droid seemed on edge before it finally alerted him to what it was. Another fleet was coming out of hyperspace behind his fleet, the readings were not complete due to repairs still needing to be done but this was going to be a problem.


Thrawn steadied himself as the SSD shook from another powerful turbolaser blast, the shields holding it back. The Bombers wouldn't be ready in time, as the Chimera and Devastator were shieldess and taking massive hull damage. As he was about to order everyone to abandon ship, one of the scanner crew shouted up over the blaring sounds of sirens.

"Sir! New contacts dropping out of hyperspace!"

Thrawn gritted his teeth, it seemed that maybe the person controlling this fleet had summoned reinforcements.

"Friendly signals! Grand Admiral! We have confirmation, friendly ships are dropping out of hyperspace!"

Thrawn couldn't believe that until he heard the voice of the Mon Calamari Admiral speak over the comlink.


"This is Admiral Ackbar of the newly formed Imperial-Resistance Strike Force, all ships, draw their fire away from Grand Admiral Thrawn and the Star Forges!"

It felt good to be back in the commander's chair, Ackbar thought to himself as the mixed resistance and imperial crews worked quickly aboard Home One. The massive cruiser along with its mix of Imperial Remnant ships and Resistance ships were quite a sight to behold. MC80's, Liberty Class Star Cruisers, Nebulon-B frigates among other Rebellion era ships mixed in with the variety of Imperial ISD's.

Ackbar quickly had all star fighters launched, as every turbolaser, ion cannon and other weapons were turned on the engines of the fleet before them.

"All Victory Star Destroyers," Ackbar said over the coms, "Fire your payloads into their engines, all fighters, move in once the payload has struck."

The Victory class ISD open their fans, firing off their missile payloads. The missile rushed forward, striking home with fiery explosions. With the payloads delivered, every available TIE, X-wing, Y-wing, A-wing, B-wing along with any Clone wars era starfighters roared like an oncoming wave of death.

"All weapon stations, open fire!" The Mon Calimarian Admiral ordered, watching as every ship started unloading everything they had into the backs of the enemy fleet.

The fleet turned but were starting to lose numbers quickly, for every shot they got off, more then twenty fired back at them. This was now turning into a massacre as hundreds of warships were being blown apart by the strike force. Fighting on two fronts, without any fighter support, the numbers were quickly changing. Then Thrawn's order of TIE bombers arrived, roaring across the warships as they dropped their payloads with deadly accuracy.

The fleet then suddenly turned tail and ran, out of the ten thousand that had been there, now only two thousand remained in good condition to even enter hyperspace and escape.