"Nice bridge, Moff Blister, I see that you've personally directed the development of the Disparager," Traee applauded the Warlord, while touring the areas of command aboard Moff Blister's flag ship, one that could be identified as a star destroyer simply by hearing or seeing its name.
"We've launched, Sir, the TIE-bombers have left the hangers aboard the barges we've towed through hyperspace, and are moving into the system. ETA at the colonial moons in two minutes," a middle-aged female warrant officer reported.
"This will be delightful, Tie-bombers are very good with asteroid belts. Few bombers will have to be diverted to them, and a massive amount will still be flying at the moons," Traee said to Blister, much pleased.
Blister, however, seemed to be looking for Darth Vader in the shadows. The Empire tends to do that with people, even today, long after the death of the gasping Sith, and the lose at Endor.
"The assault has begun, glide bombs have disabled all primary defensive guns in the belt, shields are rising on the colonial moons. TIE-ugly fighters are take off but-"
The weapons officer reporting from situations stopped momentarily.
"Stand-off cluster bombs have just eliminated them and all support structures for the fighter militia. Electro-optically guided bombs are targeting Y-wings-" The holo-display images appeared on the bridge; faded away.
"Y-wings destroyed.'
Blue dots moved toward black images of heavy gun batteries, batteries too massive even to track TIE-bombers effectively. And too big for mobility.
"Proton anti-ship torpedoes are closing in on the anti-ship batteries," the crew held stiff in suspense. "The guns are eliminated, a conventional proton bomb drop has breached the shields, and New Republic-delivered TIE-fighters are finally lifting out of their hangers."
The time had come to enter the system.
"Helm, jump into the system. We must enter the battle," Blister ordered, knowing that those TIEs must be stopped. Traee contacted his TIE-interceptor squadron.
"Guri, time to enter the battle. We have New Republic shield-fitted TIE-fighters out there, so don't get sloppy."
"But Sir, I could never get sloppy at all," she protested, as the star destroyer entered the stretched-light realm of hyperspace.
Thankfully, the brief extra-dimensional jump closed the gap, giving the interceptors the allowance needed to save the bombers. Guri alluded the enemy silently. They had enough self-preservation smarts to break off, rather than vaporize the bombers at the expense of their lives.
Guri and her wingman dived toward the planet to avoid a head-to-head pass on hoard of shield fighters. My ship is too awesome to take such a risk with. If I'm careful, winning is inevitable. She decided beforehand not to engage the first fighter, but to split-s to the rear of a fighter on her right-hand side. She succeeded, delivering a quad turbo-laser burst into a TIE as her wing throttled down to jink as a decoy for pursuing shielded-TIE.
"Hang on, Rod Two," she addressed her wingman, while performing a flawless Immelmann, and placing a shot into her target's solar port, where there had to be less shielding. As always, she wagered correctly, as her shot harvested a deluge of slag and debris off. Control surfaces gone, the TIE suddenly grew too sluggish for low-level flying. A mountain waited for it's arrival.
"Thanks, Rod Leader," two thanked her, gratefully, as always.
"May pleasure, Two."
"No loses, Sir. All bombers have returned," the same warrant officer reported once again. This was good news, impossible news. A victory of this magnitude was unheard of, but Traee had the magic formula.
"Standoff, smart projectiles gave you this victory, Moff Blister, and your forces just don't have many left, but, a whole new concept has been developed, and this has only partially been explored by the rebels," Traee lied, and most people would know it. Rogue Squadron have been operating like this for years. Traee was lucky to find a warlord like Blister, and very thankful he could exploit him and his Pint Empire.
Soon, I'll find someone that can lead, and then I think we'll tame the wild space left around this galaxy.
Moff Blister and Traee Motel just didn't have enough power for all that just yet.