Whew! Okay, this chapter is loooooong, (final word count [not counting my author's notes] 5,365!) ! I decided to squeeze the entire Battle of Naboo into this one, and it came out pretty well. I re-introduced several characters from the special that haven't been seen yet, as well as a couple of old favorites from the star wars universe, and some entirely new characters created just for this fanfic! Ferb doesn't appear much in this chapter, but Lawrence and Linda final do appear! Enjoy, because I wrote this one for my story's fans (of course, they're all for the fans)!
The Rebel army stood completely still. A lone stormtrooper stepped forward, and, seeming to think Han was the leader, demanded his surrender.
"Surrender!" the stormtrooper repeated, as though a third time would have any effect. In response, Han shot him.
"Oh my!" C-3P0 shouted. "Han shot first!"
Han rolled his eyes. "Of course I shot first!" he explained. "It was me or him!"
"I don't think they'll see it that way!" screamed Baljeet, gesturing to the advancing Imperial Army.
"Take cover!" shouted Typho. An AT-ST shot at the group, destroying the abandoned building they had been hiding behind, leaving them in the open, next to a crashed Millennium Falcon.
"BEGIN YOUR ATTACK!" ordered Han, as he started shooting towards the Stormtroopers. The Imperials reacted quickly, and ordered their troops to start firing too.
Luke and R2-D2 were having a bad day. The duo had fled a platoon of Stormtroopers after discovering the location of the secret Imperial Base, and had been forced to take off in their fighter early. They had collided with a passing TIE Fighter, and their exit vector had been thrown off just as they entered hyperspace. They were now spinning through hyperspace, unable to regain control of the craft.
"ARTOO!" Luke shouted at his astromech. "Correct our course!" The droid whistled, and the computer translated it as :
"Impossible."
Luke groaned, and banged his fist on the control panel. He must have hit the right button, because the X-Wing suddenly dropped out of hyperspace. And right into the middle of an Imperial Fleet. Luke froze, horrified. His X-Wing was surrounded by four star destroyers, and a dozen Gozanti class-cruisers. A duo of TIEs buzzed past his small fighter.
"REBEL SHIP!" a voice screamed at Luke from his communicator. "STAND DOWN!"
"Geez." Luke muttered. "Did you have too much espresso this morning or what?"
"NO I DID NOT!" Screamed the voice. "I HAD HALF A CUP OF DECAF! STAND DOWN!"
What next?" Luke said in a snarky tone. "Do you want me to sit up?" The com was silent, and Luke relaxed in his seat. Damn, he was stupid.
Suddenly, a sharp tug started pulling his ship towards one of the star destroyers. Slowly, Luke's X-Wing was dragged into the hangar bay. A small tow ship pushed his fighter past rows and rows of TIEs before pushing his fighter down to the floor. A battalion of forty Stormtroopers supplemented by a dozen or so Navy troopers greeted him and Artoo as they exited their ship. As Luke disembarked, they all raised the blasters, training them on him.
"Whoa, whoa fellas!" Luke said "Way to go overboard with the welcome. Geez, no wonder you guys get such a bad rap." They just stared at him, until a commander in a green uniform stepped forward.
"Rebel pilot," he began " you are to come to the bridge." The navy troopers stepped forwards cuffed Luke, and put a restraining bolt on Artoo. "NOW, march!" he ordered. The Stormtroopers dispersed, and the navy troopers surrounded him and his droid, and followed the commander through a maze of identical grey corridors. They had to take three separate turbolifts just to get on the bridge's deck, and then another ten minutes of walking to get to the bridge. The doors hissed open, and Luke found himself where, for almost thirteen years he had wanted to be (until that blasted day he met C-3PO and R2D2): the bridge of an Imperial Star Destroyer. Two pits, filled with junior officers and technicians, were on either side of a catwalk. More senior officers strode around. Huge windows ringed the entire operation. At the end of the bridge, a familiar figure clad all in black stood. Luke sensed a great evil coming from it, and as the figure turned to face him, he remembered where he had seen him; the
Death Star, in the middle of killing Ben Kenobi.
"Luke Skywalker" Darth Vader said. " A pleasure to meet you at last."
"All ships," began Wedge. "This is Commander Antilles. The remaining mines have been disabled. It is now safe to continue. MOVE OUT!" Forty-five fighters, the Centennial Chihuahua, three gunships, and a Nu-class Attack Shuttle flew towards the planet, attempting to make up the time lost in the minefield. Isabella relaxed in her seat a little, after fifteen minutes of waiting tensely. She felt, kinda….good. Suddenly her console beeped. She looked down, and what she saw made her heart skip a beat.
"Wedge!" she shouted. "They're launching TIES!" Before Antilles had time to answer, the small fleet was swarmed by Imperial Fighters.
"Protect the transports!" Ordered Wedge, referring to the gunships and the shuttle. Isabella complied, bringing her ship back towards one of the gunships.
"FARMBOY!" she screeched. "GET TO THE TURRET!" she was referring to anp turbo laser located on the nose of her ship. Phineas dropped what he was reading, and hurried to the access tunnel. "Now remember!" Isabella said "use the joysticks to aim, the red buttons to fire-"
"I know how to fire a turbolaser." interrupted Phineas. Isabella bit back a reply and said only:
"Good. Start shooting." Phineas complied.
Isabella steered the ship around as she chased a TIE that was heading towards a gunship. Just a little closer, she thought. Almost in range… FIRE! She pressed down hard. Two bright red streaks flew from the ship, hitting the fighter. Time seemed to slow down as it exploded, giving Isabella time to savor her victory.
It was short lived, as in the rush, neither Isabella nor any other pilot had noticed that a squadron of TIEs had disabled one of the gunships, and were coming around to fire at it again. Isabella tried to intercept but the engines picked that moment to short out.
"WHY? WHY?" she asked no one in particular. She could only watch in horror, as the lead TIE fired on the defenseless gunship, destroying it.
The radio crackled to life. "Centennial Chihuahua, did you see that?" asked Wedge.
"I saw it, Commander." Isabella said quietly. "I saw it."
"Imperial pilots are monsters." chimed in another pilot over the network.
"Yeah, Isabella" said Gretchen, a longtime friend of Isabella's "there was nothing you could do." Isabella just sat there. How did she become this emotional? Just two days ago, she was ready to shoot Farmboy and his brother for mentioning Solo's name. Now, she was a freaking bleeding heart, who wanted to save everyone she could. What the hell had happened to her? Phineas silently came up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her.
"There was nothing you could've done." he whispered into her ear. She kissed his cheek.
"Thanks.." she whispered back.
"How do you know my name?" Luke demanded of the Sith Lord. "How?" Vader chuckled. Or maybe he was coughing? Luke honestly couldn't tell, thanks to the mask.
"Well, Luke" said Vader "There are several rebels who feel the cause is becoming more like a terrorist organization, which in turn causes the empire to tighten its grip. They can be persuaded to sell information on certain 'high target' rebels. Corporal Gazzev is one of them." Vader gestured to a nearby officer. With a start, Luke realized he was wearing a rebel uniform.
"Traitor." he said. Gazzev ignored him.
"The good Corporal agreed to sell us information on your identity, as well as the next target: our base on Naboo."
"And I want to be damn well compensated for it too, Lord Vader." said Gazzev.
"Oh you will be." replied the Sith. "In fact, I have your compensation right..here."
Gazzev's eyes widened. "Oh, good!" he replied. "Now, you'll never hear from me aga-wait is that your lightsaber-AHH!" the treacherous officer realized too late that Vader was not pulling out a case full of credits, but rather his weapon, which he then stabbed him with. Luke gazed at the crumpled body on the floor in horror. It was the second time in as many days he had seen Vader kill someone. He looked up to face him.
"You're a monster." he said. Vader stared at him for a moment, before turning to a nearby officer.
"Captain Refinartok." he ordered. "Set course for Naboo. We will assist our forces stationed there." Refinartok nodded, and barked the order to a Navy Trooper standing behind him. The trooper nodded and yelled it to a technician in one of the pits. Luke gulped. His friends were in a lot of trouble.
"Have fun with your little 'family reunion'" sneered Lieutenant Yaami as a Stormtrooper tossed Ferb into a cell. He looked at his new prisoner for a couple of seconds before he sniffed, and walked away.
"Ferb?" a voice asked. "Is that you?" Ferb whirled around, and found himself staring at his father.
"Oh, Ferb." sobbed his mother, who had appeared out of the shadows. The three of them hugged for what felt like forever, until Lawrence asked
"And Phineas?" Ferb froze. How was he going to explain that Phineas had joined the rebellion? His parents didn't even know that they had spent yesterday off-world. "Where is Phineas?" She repeated.
Ferb sighed. "It's a long story." He hated talking, and telling this story was going to require a whole shitload of talking. So he told them, starting with Perry stealing the Death Star plans (which he had learned after the Battle of Yavin). He told them of meeting R2-D2 in the desert, of going to Mos Eisely, hiring Isabella, infiltrating the Death Star, reuniting with Perry, getting hit by the Sith-Inator, Isabella taking the plans to Yavin 4, he and Phineas dueling in Darthenshmirtz's lair, Darthenshmirtz being frozen by Perry, Candace coming to rescue them at the last second, meeting Buford and Baljeet, Isabella rescuing them at the last second, the after party, and Phineas and Candace joining the rebellion. "So now Phineas and Candace are part of a rebel force attacking an Imperial base on Naboo, and we're here to lure Phineas to his doom" he finished. His parents stared at him for a second. Then they hugged him harder. Ferb just sat there. Hopefully, Candace was having an easier time than he was.
Candace was not having an easy time. When Solo had begun the battle, she had rolled behind a storage crate, dragging Buford and Baljeet behind her. She then had started taking potshots at advancing Stormtroopers. After five minutes of this, she realized that her partners weren't shooting.
"You two!" she shouted at them "Start firing!"
"Wha-?" replied Baljeet. "Oh, right! The battle!" Candace rolled her eyes. "Buford!" he shouted at his friend. "Start shooting! We are fighting a war!" Buford jerked up,, and after a minute of incoherent rambling, he realized he was in the midst of a battle, and started firing. After three minutes of this, Baljeet noticed a couple of fuel canisters nearby.
"Candace!" he shouted. "The canisters. We could roll them towards the Stormtroopers, and shoot at them, causing a mammoth explosion !" Candace nodded.
"Buford!" she shouted. "You can have pie if you go get those canister thingies over there!" Buford dropped his blaster, and ran over to the fuel tanks.
"You do not actually have pie, do you?" asked Baljeet.
"Nope." Candace replied casually. "I do not." Buford managed to somehow pick up both canisters in one arm, and sprinted across the causeway back to Candace's position. "They have your pie Buford. The only way to get it back is to roll these" she gestured the fuel tanks "towards them" she gestured towards the Imperial soldiers, tanks and walkers. "and shoot. Preferably at the canisters." Buford wasted no time, practically throwing the canisters at the Imperial troops, and then shooting them with accuracy that Candace had never seen, and probably would never see again.
Rebels, Gungans, and Naboo Security Force officers and soldiers stopped and awestruck, as Stormtroopers, Army Troopers, and Imperial officers screamed, while hovertanks and walkers exploded and burned. The whole street was covered in smoke.
"Now where's my pie?" Buford asked, as he gasped for breath. Candace ignored him.
"It's over." breathed Typho. "That's the last of them." Leia walked over to Candace.
"You did good, Corporal Flynn." She said. Candace smiled. Just then several rebel fighters and shuttles landed. Out of the lead X-Wing ran Wedge. Behind him, emerging from their respective fighters and ships, Isabella, Phineas, the Firestar Girls, various pilots, a medical droid, and several Rebel Troopers.
"Your Highness..huh.." he said to Liea, breathless, "we must prepare...ourselves." Liea's brow furrowed. "They..huh...are coming!"
"Who-?" Lie started to ask. Then, the shadow of an Imperial Star Destroyer blanketed them all in darkness, and two AT-AT's emerged from behind the base. A shuttle landed in the front of the base, amidst smoking wreckage, but still in full view of everyone, discharging several troopers, a few prisoners, and a single figure, clad all in black.
"Rebel Scum!" announced Darth Vader "Prepare to be annihilated!" he then ripped back the masks covering the hostages, revealing them to be non other than Luke and R-2, plus Naboo's queen, and some advisers and guards.
"Oh!" said Leia, finally understanding. "Them!"
"Agent P!" Major Hologram said. The platypus, who had been napping, snapped to attention as his superior officer entered his quarters on board the rebel cruiser, empty, save for a bed, a nightstand, and a picture of Perry with Phineas and Ferb. "We have just received word from an agent that Darthenshmirtz has kidnapped several members of your previous host family, with the intention of luring Phineas to his lair to kill him." Perry shook the last hints of sleep from his eyes, glaring at no one and nothing in particular. "We need you to go res-" Perry flew out the door, heading towards the hangar bay, where his ship lay docked, waiting. "-cue them. Damn, I hate it when he does that!" finished Major Hologram.
Leia, Han, Chewbacca, Isabella, Candace, Buford, Baljeet, Phineas, C-3P0, Wedge, Typho, Boss Nass, and the other rebels gazed in horror, at Vader and his hostages.
"Queen Jamila!" said Typho. "Captain Panaka! Governor Bibble!" Three of the prisoners raised their head. One was a woman in a regal dress. Her features seemed degraded, although there was a hint of beauty beneath the weariness. The second figure was a dark-skinned man who resembled Typho, and was dressed in faded Nabbo Military Fatigues. The third was a weary looking elderly man dressed in blue robes.
"LUKE!" shouted Liea, ignoring the Naboo government officials, focusing only on the young jedi.
"Hey...Liea." he smiled weakly. "I found their base." Liea chuckled. Captain Refinartok, standing behind Vader, coughed, reminding the Sith what he was supposed to be doing.
"Um, Rebel Scum!" Vader announced, repeating himself. "Surrender now, or we will kill your comrades." The street was silent. No one talked, horrified. The Rebels, the Imperials, and the few pedestrians either brave or stupid enough to stay in the plaza just stared at Vader. Captain Refinartok shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. Typho scowled. Liea seethed. Candace froze. No one moved. Even the TIEs stopped, seemingly hovering over the street. It started to rain, drizzling ever so slightly. Finally, the smoke caused someone to cough. Which just about did it, causing everyone to start shooting. TIEs bombed , and missed. Rebel fighters took off. C-3P0 ran amok, screaming. The hostages all ducked for cover, although a single palace guard didn't make it, and was stabbed by Vader.
"Corporal Flynn!" Leia shouted at Candace. "Rescue the hostages!" Candace nodded.
"Buford, Baljeet!" she ordered. "The hostages!" The duo dropped what they were doing, which was fighting each other with their fists, and followed Candace. As they ran towards the shuttle where Cader was blaming Captain Refinartok for allowing their prisoners to escape, an AT- DP fell with a thud, blocking their path. "Okay." Candace said. "We're not going that way. They turned towards the twisted mess of burning hovertanks, walkers and fighters. They watched as Luke and Governor Bibble emerged from the clouds of smoke, followed by R2-D2. Luke was struggling to help Governor Bibble, the elderly man slipping on the wet cobblestones several times.
"The rest!" croaked the young Jedi, before coughing.
"Help the governor." Candace said. "I'll go after the rest myself."
"THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE A HERO, CANDACE!" argued Baljeet, although his friend ignored him. He groaned, and shook his head as Candace ran off into the smoke cloud emanating from a burning Imperial Hovertank. Baljeet groaned, and rushed to support Luke and Buford with the Governor.
Candace coughed upon entering the hazy cloud. Stormtroopers tired to shoot at her, but missed, hitting twisted pieces of metal from wrecked tanks and walkers. Candace shot back hitting several troopers. After ten minutes of running through the smoke, she came across Captain Panaka, who was kneeling next to a body. The queen's body. Beside him knelt the other guard.
"I couldn't save her." he sobbed "The one job I have, and I fail to do it." the other guard, stony faced, remained silent.
"Come on, then." Candace said in a comforting tone. "We'll take her body back to the others, and give her a proper burial." Panka nodded, and got up. He motioned for the other guard to get up, but in that moment, a shot rang out. A shot that came from a pistol held by Captain Refinartok. A pistol directed at the other guard.
He groaned, and fell over, a smoking hole in his back. Refinartok smirked, and grabbed the unarmed Panaka, pressing the blaster to his head. Candace looked at the guard's face, which on the surface, betrayed no emotion. However, after looking into his eyes, she saw that he felt, relieved. When most people would be afraid, he was relieved, as though he was just going to bed at the end of a long day.
"Don't move!" Snarled Refinartok, pressing the pistol closer to Panaka's head. "Put your blaster on the ground, or he joins his queen." Candace reached to put her pistol down, and Refinartok nodded. "Good, traitor." Candace's eyes widened. "Yes." he grinned. " I know who you are: Candace Gertrude Flynn: born on Tatooine, top of her class in everything, graduated Salutatorian. Second only to a man who had been training his whole life, and possibly hacked the system to get ahead. Assigned to Darth Vader's flagship, and mistakenly placed on sock detail with two 'mistakes' as your partners. Left the empire at The Battle of Yavin. I know who you are." He smirked again. Then, a primal roar sounded.
"RAHHH!" Screamed Buford, jumping from the top of an overturned hovertank, onto Refinartok. The officer shouted in terror and let go of his gun, which freed Panaka, but could not stop Buford from crashing down on him. Behind Candace, a dozen rebels, including Baljeet, Typho, and Liea, arrived. In one swift motion, Liea looked at the bodies of the queen and the guard, the weary Panaka, Refinartok, and in the middle of it all, Candace.
"UNCLE!" Typho shouted, embracing Panaka.
"Corporal Flynn." Liea said cooly. "I will see you in my office at 7:00, to discuss your desire to go into battle alone, barely armed." Candace gulped.
"Y-yes...ma'am." Candace said shakily. Liea turned to the crowd of assembled rebels, finished with Candace, for the moment.
"Luke has informed me that he arrived on a Star Destroyer that is going to attack us." She paused for effect. "Most of the fighters will follow the Tantive V, and the Falcon to combat the destroyer. Wedge will stay with the troops we deployed and help the Gungans and Security Force soldiers rebuild." She finished. As an afterthought, she added "And Buford, get off of that man." Buford grunted, and got off of Refinartok, who gasped for air, as a Naboo Security Force officer helped him up, and led him to a waiting speeder, taking him and they other prisoners to a incarceration center.
The remaining Rebels stood around awkwardly, until Liea said
"Uh, NOW!" They then repeated the scene from the evacuation of Yavin 4, launching fighters to the sky. Wedge watched, somewhat glad he was not going with them, before turning to the injured men and women being treated in front of the formerly imperial base.
Lieutenant Yaami briskly store through the corridors of the Mos Espa outpost, proud of his latest accomplishment. He had just been named attaché to Darthenshmirtz!
Finally, a promotion (comparatively speaking). The Mos Espa base was so, so, so, boring! He had graduated with honors from the academy, but he had ties to some traitors who defected to the rebellion. His superiors were sympathetic to him, and instead of giving him a dishonorable discharge, relegated him to Tatooine.
He had spent a year there, before Darthenshmirtz had arrived, and set in motion his vengeance plan against the Flynn-Fletcher brothers. Now he was to accompany the Sith Slightly-less-than-master to an Imperial facility on Kamino.
"Get the prisoners." He ordered some guards, who complied. "And take them to Lord Darthenshmirtz's ship!" he added as an afterthought. He grinned. Nothing could ruin this.
"HELLO, LIEUTENANT!" shouted a voice. Yaami jumped, whirled around, and found himself facing….that infernal droid that belonged to his new commander.
"Uh, hi NORM-3PO." he said, scowling. That stupid droid was anything but subtle, didn't know when to shut up, and yet somehow managed to stealthily lie in wait, to ambush people at the worst possible moment.
"ISN'T THIS EXCITING?" asked the droid, referring to nothing in particular, and oblivious to Yaami's obvious distaste for him.
"Excited is one way to describe how I feel right now." hissed Yaami. The droid nodded, and continued along his way, humming. Visions of Norm melting, short-circuiting, and being crushed danced through the young officer's head. He shook himself, and continued along his way, whistling. After all, today was a good day.
Chewbacca checked the scanners one more time to make sure they were working they were. Han was still assigned to the Tantive V, leaving him with C-3PO. Beside him, his nervous co-pilot sat, fidgeting a remarkable amount for a supposedly "perfect" droid. Beside them, X-Wings flew in a protective formation surrounding the Tantive V, the blockade runner in the center of the small flotilla of fighters. He looked over to 3PO, who was nervously twiddling his thumbs.
When he noticed the wookie staring at his finger motions, he sheepishly explained
"I downloaded a twiddling subroutine a few months ago." Chewbacca rolled his eyes. A droid that could download it's own subroutines. What was next, the technological singularity? He rolled his eyes again. Then the console beeped.
"Oh my!" C-3P0 announced in a panicked tone "The Star Destroyer is directly ahead!"
Candace groaned, relaxing in the seat of her turret. She popped a stress-relief pill into her mouth, prescribed by the ship's medical droid. Below her, she heard the disgusting noise of Buford devouring a snack. A sound that went (in this exact order) "SNARF! SNARF! CHOMP! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! BUUURP"
She shook her head. Some guys never change. Then an alarm sounded, causing her to hit her head on the bubble window surrounding her turret.
"ALERT! ALERT!" Liea's voice sounded over the intercom. "WE HAVE SIGHTED THE IMPERIAL CRUISER! PREPARE FOR BATTLE!" Candace jumped up in her seat, looking around wildly, before pressing a button on the console, that caused the targeting display to spring to life. She dusted her position, charged the ion converters, and pointed the 'cannons' directly at the enemy ship.
And then she waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. She banged her head against the control panel, right at the moment the console beeped. She sat upright. According to the targeting display, the cruiser was launching fighters.
"AND…" Liea's voice sounded again "FIRE!" Candace grinned as she pressed down on the trigger. She was born for battle.
After informing the crew of the Imperial Cruiser's whereabouts, Liea fell back into her seat with a sigh. After sitting for ten seconds, give or take, she turned to Han.
"Do you think was too harsh on Candace?" she asked.
"Yes." Said Han, without looking up from his console, only adjusting the flight path slightly "You were." The panel beeped. "They're launching TIEs." he said giddily, excited at the prospect of shooting more fighters. Liea rolled her eyes, and turned back to the microphone.
"AND…" She announced "FIRE!" All of the laser cannons complied, bright red streaks flying towards the destroyer, which was flanked by two Gozanti-class cruisers.
After thirty seconds, the small rebel force was swarmed by the TIEs, taking out targets left and right. An A-Wing darted in between fighters, before being taken down by another TIE, which in turn was shot down by Luke's X-Wing.
"I'm just saying…" Liea continued "She shouldn't have gone off by herself. If she hadn't, the queen and the other guard might still be alive." Han turned away from his console for a second, his brow raised.
"You really don't know anything, do you?" he asked. Liea's brow furrowed.
"And now what do you mean by that?"
"The queen was already dead before Corporal Flynn got there, and it was kinda that guard's own fault. He put himself in Refinartok's way." Liea frowned.
"But she ran off alone." She argued. Han remained silent, focused only on the battle. Liea sighed and shook her head. "Hey, how are the shields?" she asked, after a minute.
" They have a fractional refresh rate." Han replied. "It keeps anything going slower than light speed from getting through." Liea nodded.
Isabella targeted another TIE. She pressed down on the trigger, causing bright blue bolts to flash away from the ship, making contact with their target. The left wing and part of the control pod went first, causing what was left of the pilot to be sucked out into the vacuum of space. The right wing spiraled off, hitting another fighter, which burst into flames. Isabella grinned. YES! She thought. She noticed another fighter heading towards the Tantive V, and swiveled around, following it. She wasn't going to let another transport be destroyed. Not again.
Suddenly, a single X-Wing sped past her, obviously targeting the same TIE. Isabella relaxed, and let the pilot have a kill. She angled the Centennial Chihuahua towards one of the Gozanti-class cruisers next to the Star Destroyer.
"FARMBOY!" she shouted into the com. "Do you think you could give me more firepower?"
"We're already at the recommended limits!" he replied. "It might not be safe!"
Isabella bit back a snarky reply, and simply said "Okay." She rolled her eyes, and hit the throttle. Her ship sped towards the cruiser, out for the kill.
Commander Garavle relaxed in his swiveling command chair on the bridge of the star destroyer. His superior officer, Captain Refinartok, had accompanied Lord Vader to the surface, leaving him in charge of the ship. As he watched the battle with a bemused expression on his face, the two Gozanti- class cruisers moved out from under the protection of the Star Destroyer, putting them in the open.
Garavle frowned, sat up in his chair, and turned to the ship's senior tactician, who was standing nearby.
"Does moving out from under us put them at risk?" he asked. The tactician frowned, and checked something on a tablet she was holding.
"A forty-five percent chance one will be destroyed, and a twenty percent chance they'll both be destroyed." She replied. Garavle frowned harder.
"Open a channel to the ships!" he ordered. "We need to get them back under here!"
"Sir!" A technician said. "We cannot contact the support ships! Someone's jamming the transmissions!" Garavale stood up, and watched in horror as a squadron X-Wings fired again and again on one of the cruisers. One by one the shields fell, and the engines powered down, leaving it a sitting duck. A small, squat ship flew towards the cruiser, firing again, and again at it, while it tried in vain to target it.
"Can you get me a reading on that ship?" Garavle asked.
"I bet it's the Millennium Falcon!" A nearby Navy Trooper said excitedly.
"No, the Millennium Falcon is hanging back near the Rebel command ship." said a young lieutenant, pointing to the Corellian freighter, which was indeed, hovering protectively around the Tantive V.
"I bet it's Superman! said a stormtrooper.
"Who-or what-the hell is a Superman?" asked the tactician. Garavle pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Would you all just SHUT THE HELL UP?" shouted, surprising everyone on the bridge. It was silent for a good thirty seconds, give or take, until a console beeped."Sir!" the communications officer said. "We have identified the mystery ship as the Centennial Chihuahua!" Garavel turned back to the window, and watched as the Chihuahua fired again, and again, hitting the Gozanti-class cruiser repeatedly. The ship exploded, and the Chihuahua zoomed away, doing loop de loops, in a sort a victory dance. Garavle fell back into his chair, silent. Outside, the other cruiser attempted to flee, but was destroyed by a trio of A-Wings.
"Sir!" A technician said. "Our shields are failing!"
"We're going to lose!" the tactician said. "We need to abandon ship!" Garavle nodded, and relayed the order to a com officer, who proceeded to shout the order into a microphone.
"ABANDON SHIP! ABANDON SHIP! ABANDON SHIP! ABANDON SHIP! ABANDON SHIP! ABANDON SHIP! ABANDON SHIP! ABANDON SHIP!" echoed throughout the star destroyer.
As Garavale exited the bridge, he turned to look out the windows of the bridge of his ship one last time, seeing explosions tearing through the ship, and Y-Wing bombers launching missiles at key targets. The ship shook, and Garavle ran, towards the hangar, where his shuttle lay waiting for him.
2 minutes earlier:
"YAHOO!" shouted Luke, as his X-Wing fighter closed in for the kill. He pressed down on the trigger, hard. Two identical red bolts shot forth from his fighter, making contact with the TIE, and destroying it. Artoo beeped and whistled happily.
"The path to the Star Destroyer is now open, thanks to the Centennial Chihuahua!" Luke grinned, and shot forwards.
"Gold Two, Gold Five!" he said over the com. "Follow me!" two Y-Wing bombers broke formation, and followed Luke towards the imperial battlecruiser. The three fighters flew through space, passing the Centennial Chihuahua, on its path back to the rebel flotilla, and passing the remains of the Gozanti-class cruisers, little more than pieces of scrap metal, and a single laser turret.
"All right!" Luke said. "Drop every bomb, and launch every missile you have!" The Y-Wing pilots complied, firing proton torpedo after proton torpedo at key targets. One of Gold Two's torpedoes hit what must've been storage for the explosives carried by TIE bombers, causing a mammoth explosion that ripped through the hull. Another made contact with a laser turret, completely and utterly destroying it.
"Luke!" Liea's voice came over the com. "Sensors detect that another Gozanti-class cruiser is emerging from the hangar. We think it must have been docked there to serve as an escape ship"
"Got it!" Luke radioed back. "Green Two, Green Three, Green Five you're with me." A trio A-Wings left their post guarding the Tantive V, and followed Luke to the underside of the destroyer, where its massive hangar was located. Liea was right. Another cruiser, accompanied by two shuttles, and a trio of TIE squadrons (which were all that remained) was emerging from the Hangar.
The cruiser must have spotted the rebel fighters because two of the TIE Squadrons turned towards them, and started firing.
Green Three went down first. Greens Two and Five followed Luke in dodging both the blasts, and the fighters. After two minutes they destroyed most of them, but in that time, the third and final squadron had docked with the cruiser, and it, along with the two shuttles, was preparing to jump to hyperspace. Luke turned, and could only watch as Commander Garavle and his cohort managed to escape. He banged his fist against the transteel cockpit, while Artoo whistled sadly.
"It's all right Luke." said Liea "We still won the battle."
"Yeah." Luke said shakily. "We still won."
ANND...ROLL CREDITS, THIS CHAPTER IS FINISHED!
Writer-Will X
Director-Will X
Everyone Else-Will X
This was a long one. Funny snapshot of my life, it was so long, I couldn't paste the whole thing into my documents folder on the site, I had to copy-and paste separate parts until it filled up. Just to clarify:
Glossary:
Captain Panaka-Head of the Royal Naboo Security. He was in Phantom Menace
Gozanti-class cruiser-small, freighters used as support ships by the Galactic Empire
TIE bomber- TIES that are solely for dropping and launching bombs. Have two pods, one for the pilot, and one for the bombs.
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-Will X