Operation: StarShot
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Status Report: Going really smoothly

The SpaceFires' long-range gun-targeting computers hit their intended mark really well; the 30mm guns a blazing. To compensate for the recoil, the thrusters are turned on at very low impulse. Each 30mm HEAT shell struck the badly-shielded shield generators. With one down and three to go, the SpaceFires switched targets. With each long burst, the shield generators went down one by one. Eventually, the pilots managed to disable the shields after 4 minutes.

Because of the lengthy process of destroying stuff from a very long distance, the A-wings were instructed to fly within proximity and defend them while they were attacking the Star Destroyers. The 9 pilots broke away and scanned the area. Although the A-wings were weakly shielded, they were fast and maneuverable (as if it wasn't blatantly obvious to all of you Star Wars fans) and could intercept any offending force in seconds.

At the Imperial fleet, things were nasty. First, both Star Destroyers had their shield generators blown to smithereens by an unseen force. Since the SpaceFires used non-tracer bullets (they don't need tracers), the only thing the crew could do is order a swarm of TIE Interceptors to attack them. At the same time, the stealthy shape and design of the SpaceFire made it a bit more difficult to track than a 5-meter asteroid, and they can only guess where they are based on the location of the A-wings, which lit up on the sensors like bonfires.

"What! Is it true? The Rebels actually helped the locals (Seriously, I can't think of any other name for us other than Sol-3) fight us?" called the Fleet Admiral.

"Yes, sir. The locals have actually destroyed our shield generators," said his second-in-command Bretjas Hudtho. "We need to jump out now to get repairs."

"We can't jump out knowing the Rebels are here. They can track us."

"What other choice do we have?!"

"Please. We really can't afford the Rebels finding out our secret weapons."

"Hargh, fine..."

"That's the spirit! Fight with everything we've got! Send in all invaluable assets to locate and destroy the native starfighters."

"Yes, sir..."

Bretjas knew that a prolonged fight will get them destroyed, especially with a force that actually knows more tactics than them. Then again, he also knew that they are inexperienced in space travel, or so he thought.

Back at Area 51, Howard is putting all resources into space defense and weaponry. After further testing, the TITAN armor was not exactly as tough as he and his team had envisioned. So, they moved to better materials, helped a bit by the Rebels, and after a week and a half, made a new product that is half as cheap, half the mass, but 4 times as tough as Chobham armor. They named it Supernova Armor, able to withstand over 125 kJ of kinetic force, and over 7000K. It is also the perfect balance of hardness and toughness: not to brittle, but not too ductile.

"Howard!" called Danna Lueson or the R&D. "what can we do with the new Supernova armor?"

"We can't use them for our projects yet."

"Why?"

"It cost us $403M dollars just to get supplies, and about twice more to develop it. Until we get better access to those extra-terrestrial materials, we are stuck with Chobham and TITAN."

"Oh, darn. I guess further studying required to get the optimal mixture from our and their materials. Hopefully, we can get the best of several worlds."

"I commend your perseverance, Danna. So, how are the SpaceFires going, Johnson?"

"Doing fine, sir. The stealth characteristics of the X-44 was far more effective than we had anticipated. Once the A-wings had broken off, they had left virtually zero sensor feedback. The special components we also developed were effective at bringing the waste heat away from the craft's systems and into the powerplants, where they are needed the most."

"Wow! I am so proud of us."

"You should be. After all, all those years in secrecy, and we can finally bring our developments to the light."

"Ah, if only life were this easy..."

Garvin, Prav, and Darwin finished their 4-day dogfighting exercises. They are certainly well-equipped to fly any fighter that the folks at Home Base had in their hangars.

"Wow, that was cool," Garvin told his wingmen.

"Yeah, with a bit more time, we might even beat them in dogfighting," Prav replied.

"The next time Incom builds a new model, I will personally request them to add stealth and BVR stuff on their next project," said Darwin.

"No you wouldn't," Prav jokingly told him.

"Oh yeah, I will."

They walked to the entrance of a cafeteria to grab something to eat. They both had spicy curry for their lunch. To say they liked it is an understatement, as they thoroughly enjoyed every single bite of the meal. They could only wish they could eat these every day.

After lunch, Garvin decided to walk into a hallway leading to the archives. While walking there, he met Yhanna Kelly Willson, Air Force Intel Officer.

"Hi," she said.

"Oh, hello, Miss..."

"Yhanna. Yhanna Willson."

"Okay, so, what do you do here?"

"I work as intel officer at Home Base."

"What is it like?"

"You know, giving pilots instructions, warnings, news, that sort of stuff."

"Oh."

"So, what does bring you here, walking to the archives?"

"I want to learn more about this base, its history, and, you know, about this planet's capabilities."

"Oh, I am afraid you will be restricted to unclassified information until we can truly trust you."

"Oh, okay. I was just asking. I'd better be going to my room."

"Sure. Bye."

"Bye."

AREA 51
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Things are going well at the facility. Nothing odd happening, besides stuff that we consider alien. Area 51 has done a great job at hiding from the Imperial's tech sensors due to the underground location. Since 1947, two years after WWII, their job had been to produce cutting-edge technology, and later, highly advanced technology ahead of its time. Area 51 had been working on SSTO orbital fighter in 1964, and advanced transportation and powerplants a bit later. Their security is also said to be top-notch and unbeatable; so far, no hackers had been able to get through their own operating systems since its conception. Not even a bystander that so happens to discover beyond the secret facility made it out to tell the tale.

While Area 51 was, and is still impossible to just bust into the facility, nothing stops a determined faction to try and take over all of what makes Area 51 unique. Even the pesky Imperials.

Authors' Note:

So, back at it again with a chapter. Sorry if it was very short, I had too little material to work with now. However, I am planning filler Chapters to help give better understanding about the events that had happened; and to increase my word count. Feel free to review if you liked this chapter.