As before, I really don't own Starwars or SG-1. I wish I did, maybe...

Anyway, sorry for the lack of updates. I was just starting up college for the first time. I'll try to update more often now that I'm settled in. Thanks for waiting!

Aschen Prime Polar Orbit:

The Perdix and her fighters had done quite a number on the Imperial fighter wings. However, now that the idiots, and the unlucky, on both sides had died, the pilots who were left were learning the weaknesses of the styles of their enemy. The TIEs had just begun to attack in mass waves, coming in from the sides in two, or even three to one odds. Meanwhile, the F-302s had learnt the hard way that the best way to kill a TIE is to just shear off a wing, at let the atmosphere do the rest.

Now though, the carnage that they were wreaking on themselves paled in comparison to that of the three Star Destroyers now firing with everything they had at the much smaller ship "below" them.

KERBLAM!

"Now then, that wasn't very nice!" Captain Paul Ingram II said as he pulled himself back into his chair. "Now then, what did that get rid of ensign?"

Glancing up from his console to the side of the Captain the ensign called out, "Sir, our shields are holding at 47, but we've been pretty good at dodging, giving the shields a chance to recharge. We have minor damage to one of the missile tubes, but not much else."

"Very good. Helm; move us closer. All railguns, open fire!"

The Perdix swung around, turning to point directly at the closest SD. Surging forward, all batteries blazing away.

"Captain, the enemy vessel is approaching. What are you commands?" The lieutenant was careful to remain respectful on the upper bridge's walkway. This was his first time to be on the bridge during a real battle, and he supposed it was pretty cool, even though he was just a message carrier.

Turning away from the holographic display, the Captain looked up. "My orders are the same. Keep firing with all turbolasers as they bear. However, and please stress this lieutenant, do not engage with ion cannons." He paused, deep in thought. "You may also give the order to begin firing with proton torpedoes." He nodded to himself. Lets see just how much you like having missiles thrown at you.

In the background, a fighter control tech was ordering his bombers to return for ammo, and was getting some backtalk. "It's not as though they can just hyper out. You'll get plenty of chances before this battle is over…. No I don't care that you can make your next shot. We need you to bring in your squadron to rearm now!"

Just then, on the Perdix, one of the sensor ratings perked up. "Sir, we've got confirmed loss of signal from SG-20's chips."

"That is the best news I've had all day. Recall the fighters; we're moving out. I rather expect that we've out stayed the new landlord's welcome." Just as quickly as the ship had surged forward, it swung about, and picked up its fighters. Then, just as the first torpedoes began to impact, it opened a hyperspace window, and vanished into it, leaving the Empire with its first major victory, and a smoking planet.

Gamma Site: Directly after the escape

Sara was glad her team had been able to ambush that last squad of Aschen guards. If they hadn't she'd be stuck with using the force whenever she messed up a response. Now, she had given out what she'd gleaned from their minds as they died. At least that was what she'd been thinking right before she walked through the gate and landed off balance on the other side.

"First time through?" Sgt. Angua asked kindly, as she grabbed her hand to steady her.

"Yeah, my first time." Sara managed to gasp out. What was that thing? She shuddered.

"Yeah, I felt that way too, my first time. Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

"I don't think I want to get used to that," Kyp said from his position on the floor. "Where are we?" was his next question as he picked himself off the forest ground.

"Welcome to the Gamma Site. One of the bases the SGC has set up across the galaxy!" Vimes said, lighting up a new cigar. "Well, don't just stand there, come on! Let's get to the base." He smiled and then waved over a jeep to take them back to the base. Arlin was in another jeep, but that was fine with him.

"So, um. How many of these sites do you have?" Sara asked timidly.

"We have several of these sites all over the galaxy." Vimes waved a hand languidly in the air. "They are some of the best R&D sites we have. Quite safe in case something goes wrong, right?"

"Really? What kinds of research do you do out here?" Sara was finally getting interested in what the babbling idiot was nattering about. 'I need the location of this base.' Sara thought.

"Oh, I really couldn't say. I'm not sure of all that we're doing right now. I'm not usually stationed on base for long. I'm one of the fortunate few who gets to keep going out and meeting new people. Strange new worlds and all that you know?" Vimes replied, raising an eyebrow slightly as he turned to look at her. "Look, we're all soldiers here. We can drop that whole spying thing and leave it to… well the spies. We just do our job protecting our worlds, right?"

"Right. Sorry, I guess I got carried away." 'He actually believes that! What a fool. He needs to spend some time with the Empire's way of doing things.' Sara mentally snickered at him, but left her face chagrined. "So what kinds of things do you do out there?" She waved a hand vaguely…

The Gamma Site was almost a let down to the rest of Sara's team. "What a dump!" was Kelric's whispered comment to Kyp after seeing the unimposing slab of concrete barely rising over the nearer treetops.

Kyp elbowed Kelric for his opinion, "Shut up! That's no way to speak to the only people who tried to help us fight those invaders." After whacking him again, he turned back to an amused Angua and Cheery. "Sorry about that. He's not very politic about what he thinks. My apologies."

This time Angua did laugh out loud, "So sorry! It's just that you two remind me of two of my co-workers." She managed to choke out through her dying laughter.

Hiding, and failing, a smile of her own, Cheery covered for Angua, "Don't worry about it. It's supposed to look like that. This is really just the entrance. The real base is underneath us." She smiled.

Darting a look between them, Kyp and Kelric shut up.

Eighth Fleet Command - SSD Tyrannus: Deep Space

Neebs sat at his desk, head in his hands. Slowly raising his head, he looked around at his closest supporters and one… other. It really irked him to leave Mutabi alive, but hey, at least now he had someone to rag on at times like this. He allowed himself a small, painful smile to flicker across his face as he began to speak. "So, what you're telling me is that a ship one-third the side of a SD was able to stand off three of our own? Not to mention the fighters that just carved a hole right through our TIE squadrons like a lightsaber through flexiplast?" He began to pace menacingly around his desk. "And to top this lovely report off, he still have no idea who they are!"

"Admiral, please! I just got this job, I'm sure of my staff yet. Give me more time!" Mutabi was squeaking, and he hated it. This usurper should be dead by now. But give it time…

Neebs skewered him with a glare. Mutabi quit speaking. Moving on, Neebs stopped at a holo display. "Very well, you'll have your time. Just don't push my patience. Anyway my friends, and comrades, there is something even more disturbing than this. While it does concern the same planet as before, this Aschen Prime, it deals with the… problems encountered on the surface. I'll allow Lt. Sanders to brief you." He motioned, and Sanders walked in.

Pausing only to insure that his notes were properly loaded onto the display, Sanders took center stage. "For those who didn't know, the ground invasion of Aschen Prime went very well overall. We suffered far less than our expected losses, but there were two major anomalies. First," and he raised a finger to mark his point; "we have a graph of the losses across the time span of the invasion. As you can see clearly on the chart, there is a discontinuity here. Before this point, we barely took any losses at all. Then they jump over 400. The second thing is the tactics the defenders were using. At the beginning, they were just standing and fighting, perhaps falling back when flanked, but they had no coherent tactic for overcoming our AT-ATs and AT-STs. After the jump in casualties, their tactics changed considerably."

The scene changed to a short clip of the battle. A lone AT-ST moved down a street, blasting at the Aschen defenders falling back. Then, as it passed an intersection, two large building supports came swinging out of both side streets, crushing the cabin of the AT-ST, which then exploded. The screen split down the middle, showing a new scene eerily like the first one, but set against the backdrop of Kashyyk, and with tree trunks instead of building supports.

"The second clip was from the battle for Kashyyk back home. This was the favored tactic of the Wookies and their Rebel friends. Now, in a completely unrelated universe, we have the exact same tactic being used again! There are two possibilities here. One is that somehow, the same tactic evolved here as the Rebels used. The second, and more likely in my opinion is that we have some rouge Rebels that managed to escape the roundup." Sanders looked pleased with this explanation.

"But, I have another equally valid one. But first a question." The new speaker was one on Neebs' most enthusiastic supporters. Admiral Dalla was quite good at her job. After being recalled from the Maw Cluster after Yavin was destroyed, she became a mid level admiral in the Eighth Fleet, and a capable strategist.

"Of course, Admiral Dalla. I'll see if I can answer it."

"As our preeminent expert on the event that brought us here, would you happen to know if the event was… constrained to our fleet? Might it have included the very Rebels that we were on our way to crush?" As Sanders' face fell, she continued. "If this were indeed the case, we might very well have to deal with a Rebel force present in the area, correct?" She smiled a thin, predator's smile at him.

"I- I guess that might work" Sanders stammered. 'I guess that spending all that time with the scientists out in the Maw was actually useful for her.'

"Then that would solve the problem, then?" When he didn't answer, Dalla turned to Neebs. "Sir, I would like to take my squadron of SDIIs and take a look around for signs of the Rebels, either from us, or extras. I'll also keep an eye out for more targets, Sir."

Neebs' eyes twinkled in the darkness framing his head. "Permission granted." Before she could offer a salute and dash off, he added, "On one condition. I want you to take Sanders with you and a team of our best scientists." At the rising horror on both their faces, he laughed inside. "That will be all. And now, if there isn't any more to do on this topic, this meeting is over."