The Tides of History (an St/Sw cross over)

[sonofccn]

Yah Imperial news! Can you do less then the Emperor? Sir no sir! I shall rip out the Dominion cowardly yellow guts and show it to him sir! Pro Imperator!

As to your filler it was good, my only compliant is I wish Klingons would invent last names, I had a little trouble following X the lucky, the fool, the good luck charm etc. :)

Well that and Alexander seemed to imply Worf hated his human parents which I found surprising but admitedly that may have only been the coloring imposed upon by Alexander. Eitherway good stuff I just found it jarring in my opinion.

Also Alexander caused a tear to run down Tyler's cheek.

[Admiral Breetai]

Yah Imperial news! Can you do less then the Emperor? Sir no sir! I shall rip out the Dominion cowardly yellow guts and show it to him sir! Pro Imperator!

your gonna get a long one..soon and maybe zsinj playing intrigue

As to your filler it was good, my only compliant is I wish Klingons would invent last names, I had a little trouble following X the lucky, the fool, the good luck charm etc. :)

yeah the monikers kept changing but I was referring exclusively to three characters there I am sorry for that though


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Well that and Alexander seemed to imply Worf hated his human parents which I found surprising but admitedly that may have only been the coloring imposed upon by Alexander. Eitherway good stuff I just found it jarring in my opinion.

not hated but ungrateful, oblivious and thankless I was writing the story from Alexanders perspective he was mentally narrating the tale and it's gonna reflect how bitter he is

Also Alexander caused a tear to run down Tyler's cheek.

that's the highest honor anyone can give me

[Praeothmin]

You gave me my Klingons...
Hurray... :)

Klingons can plot with the best of them...

I liked it, but like sonofccn:

As to your filler it was good, my only compliant is I wish Klingons would invent last names, I had a little trouble following X the lucky, the fool, the good luck charm etc. :)

I sometimes had to read the sentences twice in order to get who was who...

Im'Pec rules...
As I was reading his fight against Toral, I was imagining how a fight against James would go... :)

[Admiral Breetai]

Im'pec broke the sword of Kahless (at least as far as the common man is concerned) I tried to make that as conflict as epic and near mythological as I possibly could.

and I apologize to you both for that, that was my more or less first foray into entirely narrating things from a characters perspective. I am sorry I bungled it

Alexander vs Vi'retess vs The Emperor vs Dartanis in a four way chess game is coming eventually..

I suppose the question is..what do you guys wanna see next? more Imperial news? more Ackbar? Thanagars great invasion? All three?

interested in Im'pec vs Rainbird round two?

Klingons can plot with the best of them...

Alexander is the closest thing to a TOS era Klingon in the galaxy for sure

[sonofccn]

yeah the monikers kept changing but I was referring exclusively to three characters there I am sorry for that though

Oh it was no big deal, minor squibble at best and it does capture the proper "klingon feel" that Im'Pec Smith just doesn't have.

that's the highest honor anyone can give me

He deserves it. Alexander is everything "present day" Tyler hopes to aspire to when he grows up.

your gonna get a long one..soon

Good, then we the Imperial faithful shall explain to the masses how we shall never relent to the fool's preacher or his mad false-gods. That we will stand banner impaled upon the blood soaked ground braving the howling winds of the tempest and stare it down. Every ship, Every blaster, every body till breath leaves us we shall rage against this unholy injustice threatening to swallow our galaxy in its gluttonous jaws. ;)

[Admiral Breetai]

I'm trying to imagine "Im'pec Smith" and I have trouble not laughing, though He'll brag about his tittles boasting in true Klingon fashion I think every one else will refer to him as "The silver handed" it sounds to me at least the coolest

any ways imperial news network up..Guylos goes to meet the Silver handed someone is trying to run game on Vi'retess and Thanagar shows up with his vengeance fleet. Should have another update tonight or tomorrow morning concerning the battle.

in between battle more imperial news? Or more of Im'pecs glorious combat? or both?

"Everyone tells me madness is not a good traitor for a commander, I laugh at those fools, why wouldn't I want my generals or Admirals to be mad? Would the enemy be able to predict a mad man? I think not"

Coruscant imperial Grand Admirals residence: 10 hours later

Daren Guylos lay deep asleep, for the first few nights after being appointed to the council he had trouble, it was hard not being able to clutch his wife as he slept, hard because without his family to anchor him his actions grew darker and darker and he had to live with them in his dreams. He was sleepless until exhaustion and stress brought him down into entire evenings of deep sleep. He was in some ways glad for that, feeling lousy every waking hour verses being haunted and hurting and aching in his dreams facing the music as it was. All the same he slept well tonight and had done so of late mostly due to his own actions (the fact that his evil overlords all lay in comas helped) He was finally for the first time in his life fighting a just war and through that war he had begun to perhaps in some small ways affect change in the grotesque parody of the new order the empire had become. His mind wandered in his sleep back to his fallen son who died on the bridge of an imperial star destroyer in the opening battle of this war, when Red Dawn fell and Suroc was canonized as a martyr for the imperial cause, Suroc and his boy like so many thousands more who bled in the brutal invasion of the mid rim. So many noble soldiers, so many threats to his power and so many innocents caught in between, so many just so many. He heard a faint swirling noise and wondered if that divine being was returning to him, the message still haunted him, what he had revealed to Guylos affected his very soul and had forced him to redouble his efforts ignited a new passion and new resolve. He turned in his sleep watching a series of bright red ribbons of energy dance around each other in a harmonious ballet. Slowly he sat up and then watched as several beings seemed to appear in the ribbons, they were tall, wearing some type of armor that seemed to have various ornate designs on it, a crest of some type and what he could make of the clothing underneath was a fabric of grey so deep it could be called black. Holstered at the side was a blaster pistol of some type and around their torso was some type of chain link sash that connected to sheathes on their backs, some had slender swords the lead had something he would later learn was called a Bat’leth. The guards in the back the two of them had normal armor their faces covered by a helmet which covered their entire face and neck even the eyes. Their leader however wore a more ornate breast plate, it had a star that seemed to be made of blades forming a triangle in a circle on it, with some type of coat of arms on his the armor of his right forearm it was joined with another coat of some type. His hair was long and straight well groomed and knotted into several braids draped around his back and shoulders, his piercing brown eyes stared intently into him. Physically he appeared young in his thirties but the look on his face told Guylos the man was close to his age, he had experience he had conviction and more than anything else he could tell he was a parent. The most interesting features where the ridges on his forehead, he reached down to grab a blaster but remember that Gilad had described the Klingons to him thusly and relaxed rising out of his bed he eyed the group somewhat annoyed, to bring a vessel like theirs into the imperial capital! It was reckless, unless the stealth technology they possessed was good as Pellaeon had told him it was which he realized it had to be if the Dominion did not detect them. “Are you Klingon?” he asked

The leader uttered something in their guttural language and then laughed loudly before nodding “I am, are you human” he replied back in a voice that seemed to be playful but was dripping with sarcasm. Guylos grinned “Are you blind? I at least have an excuse of never seeing your kind before” the armed guards seemed to tense. Their leader eyed him for a second glaring before he began laughing uproariously and Guylos began to worry that it was loud enough to alert the imperial troopers outside. “I am Grand Admiral Guylos” he said eying him. The Klingon nodded his head respectfully “I am Captain Toq” he said clenching his fist and touching it to his breast in an ancient salute “You mentioned to the Captain Pellaeon that you wished to address our master?” he said Guylos eyed him the way he had said that was interesting something must have been lost in translation. His master huh? The way that was said seemed to imply much more than direct commanding officer or regional. “No I wish to see the one who leads your forces here” he said “The one called Im’pec”

Toq nodded approvingly, the human was appraising and careful his mind sharp and his wits alert. Of course his soldiers had not heeded that, and why would they? Such subtleties were still beyond the average Klingon, however Toq was raised on a Romulan prison camp his parents killed during the Khitomer massacre Toq now served the son of the man who awoke in him his Klingon fire, though Toq supposed everyone in the empire did that in one capacity or the other. “Im’pec “he nodded “the silver hand “he nodded “very well then dress and be ready to beam” he said Guylos nodded “I’ll notify the personnel that I’ll be gone for a time” he said “anything else?”
Toq nodded “bring visual data of the final battles of the Mid Rim” he said “and the first battles of this war if you have any” he said Guylos nodded ‘any reason in particular” he asked beyond gauging their tactics and measuring the Dominions strength? “We wish to see how well you Imperials die” he said

Trumpets begin blaring loudly as clips flash of the daily events. Discussion in the council of Moffs Imperial admirals moving about issuing orders, soldiers numbering in the thousands boarding troop transports all the while a speech delivered by The Emperor plays on in the background.

“good morning Galaxy” a chipper voice said a women with dirty blond hair in a business suit smiled obliviously as she sipped her tea, near her was a taller older man dressed in a suit and they were flanked by Grand Admiral Enzo as well as one other imperial officer a general on either side sat civilians likely Doctors from the various imperial colleges. “Welcome to the rising sun, broadcasted to you at 05:00 imperial standard time” she began with a laugh “I’m Nilani Kadiz and this is Trevort Dornez we’re starting our morning off with a discussion panel in reference to the current events” she said ‘with me I have professor of Ethics Vodun Veerz” she said gesturing to the younger man in the corner who seemed disheveled and somewhat off beat “at Arkadia academy and to the left I have Doctor Colmen Timor, professor of Galactic History” she said “I want to start with your perspective” she said “We’ve heard rumors about “colonial militias” that have been surfacing behind enemy lines to fight the Dominion horde, what do you say?” He thought about it before moving forward “While the right to bear arms is not guaranteed under imperial law nor is it under any law in galactic history it seems to me that desperate times call for desperate measures, and in many cases these are frightened peasants of the lowest cast wielding arms in the name of the emperor dying just as our troopers do across the stars”

“And what’s to say it’s in the name of the emperor and not their own home world? “Spat Veerz shaking his head “I’m sorry but no, that in and of itself is treason! If the empire had to abandon your world it is because priority defense was needed elsewhere “ he said in a firm tone “and those citizens should accept that and consign themselves” Timor shook his head furiously “Why what value do they have as corpses to the Emperor? Better that they live now fight and deplete the enemy” “are you suggesting that an armed populace is patriotic? Is a moral thing”

“No, but in this instance yes” he said “you’re a fatuous Pseudo-academic Timor! What you are proposing is treasonous” Veerz sneered gazing with the eyes of a fanatic at the older man who recoiled at the implied threat, Enzo at this point casted a menacing and withering glare at Veerz who backed off “if I may” he began “and you can correct me if I’m wrong Doctor Timor” he said “but this is the largest war front in recorded history yes?’ he asked “There is an entire “half” of the galaxy more or less that has become a battleground am I correct?” he asked Timor nodded “the only other war in history that comes close was against the brotherhood of the Sith a thousand yearlong conflict” Enzo nodded “Yes indeed “ he said “while I discourage any attempts to form civilian militias in the safe zones and indeed I would use lethal force and treat such attempts as an insurrection in No man’s land and on the front line and in occupied territory that is something else entirely “ he exclaimed “I will, we will temporarily overlook such transgressions after all a dead Jem’Hadar is a dead Jem’Hadar whether it be killed by a loyal imperial soldier or a loyal imperial citizen” he said Veerz made a move to protest but reconsidered and sat back

“On other more important news what news is there of Grand Admiral Thanagar?” she asked “have you drawn up his treason papers yet?” she asked with a bubbly smile, Enzo eyed her as though she were completely insane “Eh women? Speak again?’ he asked casting an incredulous gaze towards her “I, I only mean that his territories were in the outer and mid rim yes? And He has done nothing this entire time I’m assuming he was in league with the Dominion and” she was cut off by a very threatening stare from the other imperial soldier “listen you rapacious gossip monger “ he spat, Enzo raised his hand silencing him “I think I have dealt with enough baseless assumptions today” he said simply “you have made a horrible and incredibly defamatory assumption against one of the most loyal members of the new order” he said “I know but he has been gone and none of you” “Since when does an imperial Grand Admiral have to explain himself to you? Or anyone not his peers or his emperor? “She recoiled “I am sorry” she said “please forgive me I humbly retract”

Enzo rose up and eyed the holo-monitors “Those of you who were in territories controlled by the Ram, you need not worry” he said before leaving.

Dornez cut in “it’s time to take a break we’ll be back after a message from our sponsors!”

Expansion region location unknown same time:

Captain Garros crawled out of a tube in-between wall panels covered in sweat and grease, letting out a frustrated sigh he handed the burned wires in his fingers to his technician who nodded running to go find replacements, several of Admiral Ackbars men were assisting in repairs bringing over replicated replacements as they labored to get Home One and The independence FTL capable again. The destruction of the station had achieved their goals (or so they thought) but also did considerable damage to their vessels killed others and destroyed many fighters. Sullen he made his way to his room for a sonic shower. It was quiet too quiet, especially in light of recent developments, especially in light of the boldness Guylos had suddenly shown. He stalked along his face twisted in deep thought trying to figure out what was happening, what the Imperials had planned and if Vi’retess knew about it or not?

If he did, was it then some grand trap of his?

Dominion orbital facility – Haserian sector same time:

SekSill walked along the corridors to the communications room, he eyed the myriad of technicians that rambled about as they supervised the cultivation of the vast oceans full of the moss and bacteria critical in producing Ketracel white , the Dominions life blood, he nodded approvingly ordering others to move faster, surveying communications orders and the like. He had the look of someone totally disinterested in his actual job, and this was very much true SekSill believed he would have been better suited to administrating the war effort then to being a glorified treasurer as per usual. He envied Vi’retess for his favoritism and the trust the Ancient one had placed in him and the two had strove in great rivalry for the better part of a thousand years, an entire age by the reckoning of primitives they had fought a war of intrigue between the two (the brute Ar’tech fancying himself a competitor as well though he was not anywhere near their level). Arrogantly he smiled, this time he would have the upper hand, this time support would erode as he failed against the armada that was coming (according to SekSill’s own contacts within the empire) He watched as the technician in charge of subspace monitoring departed to do some menial task ordered by Torkath The Gigantic Bear like sector commander SekSill seized the moment moving forward whimpering in his soft spoken lying way he brushed his hand lightly over the panel “dimming” the long range sensors just enough to delay the notice of the coming storm just enough. “hmmmmm I am impressed by your production here Torkath you are exceeding expectations” he spoke in his usual flattering tone before walking along with him towards his vessel “and you are sure no attack will come mmmmmm?” he asked Torkath eyed him disliking the compulsive whimper and nodded “we have seen reports of surviving imperial forces but they are not going to attack here, they don’t have the necessary fire power to make an impact”

SekSill smiled at him and nodded as entered his shuttle “I return to Red Dawn I will bring to Vi’retess word of your efficiency personally” he bowed before leaving. Torkath watched the vessel depart before walking towards his quarters heedless of the administrator’s antics or his petty vanity and how it would consume them all soon.

Flag ship of the avenger fleet Divine Wind – Same time

Grand Admiral Thanagar sauntered his way into the command chair stretching and yawning (though it seemed to his men more like a roar) all around him where humans and near humans and several Xenos all of which were liaisons with the elements that made up Commodore Hertz strike fleet, communications expert cryptographers and various advanced technicians some civilian others imperial military all decorated the command bridge of the refitted Divine wind all of them forgings links in the chains of vengeance and justice all of them standing firm and all, confidence brimming from his men for the first time since the fall of Red Dawn, confidence was in their spirits confidence and a furious disposition that made the large fanatic proud. He looked back eying the holo-monitors which showed the various troop transports and support vessels that now danced around his fleet, the new sleek smaller Star Killer class, ISD’s in appearance but thin made of only three levels only, they carried no fighters, they shielded fired powerful beams weapons and ion canons, they were essentially flying daggers faster than any other command ship meant to follow the fighters into range and belch a torrent of furious fire down at the enemies. Batch had concocted these little devils and Seras and Turhain had added new experimental phased particle canons (or phasers as Seras called them though she wouldn’t say where she got the idea) and made their speed even faster than Batch had conceived of. She said her goal was to create a mobile gunboat half the size of a venator that could stand up to capital ships, soon he would see if they were what she intended or if she had just wasted imperial resources. Leaning back he looked around, imperial star destroyers of numerous classes’ gunboats frigates all in all five thousand strong, a small force but made of advanced warships and with his aggressive swiftness he intended to overcome Dominion forces in the sectors. Of course it went without saying he was only one aspect of the overall force assembled to make war now and they’d know that soon enough. He yawned and then shook the morning from his brain and looked around. “I aint much fer’ speeches” he said simply “get me fleet wide” he said one comm officer nodded

“Begin”

…..

Unknown location same time:

The Resolute floated in space drifting through the stars the xenocorps floating around him, he saw many lucrehulks and munificent and Venators backing up his refit star destroyers (which he knew were now integrated crews) he stood tall and turned looking up at a picture of the old man, it was for him he would lead and lead well, it was for Taragyn that Aryas would do the same he was sure of that. Turning now he received a report from his comm officer and he nodded his eyes burning intensely “We’ve received a communication from Grand Admiral Thanagar” he said simply then eyed them all “it said only one word”

Everyone smiled it was time!
Galaxy wise news network

“We’re back with the morning show” Trevort said with a bright tone “and we’re still opening with our panel of experts” he declared “our next topic we’ve brought in a report conducted from several imperial psychologists who have submitted a profile of Vi’retess the Dominion war leader many heretics are calling “The priest”” he said nodding “it says here that he is most likely mentally unstable he has a deep compulsion to tell lies and because of that insane manic passion it makes him charismatic, it says most of his lines are fed to him and that his only real skill is directing the conversation in a way that downplays this while presenting him as some mad genius, he’s likely impotent and a coward and may very well not be the war leader, serving as a mouth piece and to conceal the real ones”

“Well I have to say I agree” Veerz said pompously “certainly he must have been cowering in fear when he debated the Emperor and his loss in that affair was plain for all to see” he said “it’s very clearly he is nothing more than a figurehead” he said “I bet these founders are the ones really doing all the work” he said “kill them and you cripple the Dominion” he said Timor shook his head “preposterous, simply preposterous” he said “and the very same debate against his imperial majesty shows this” he said “Vi’retess reminds me of the ancient Jedi Exar Kun, ambitious, charismatic and very intelligent but on a deep level absolutely demented”

Veerz laughed “oh you are rich; the notion that someone like that could be intelligent is a joke! He’s a clone! Come now” he said

Trevort smiled compensating for the now lack of his female counterpart he eyed the Grand Admiral “can we have a military perspective?” He smiled “actually sure but I never faced him in battle however” he said indicating the man near him fierce eyes with brown hair now graying “High General Malcor Brashin has indeed engaged in battle against the Dominion ground forces and on the flagship of the Reaper Grand Moff Ardus Kaine personally aided in the evacuation of the mid rim” he said “I believe the Reaper and her forces engaged Vi’retess personally yes? On one of the few occasions he came from beyond Red Dawn?”

Malcor nodded “to say he’s a simpleton and a fool is absolute nonsense, while I do believe he is mad he is also perhaps the most formidable mind I have ever come against in my career, his tactics were sound and worse still when we arrived he adapted so swiftly to the new variable we represented that it was almost as though he expected us” he said “maybe he did” put in Timor curiously high General Brashin shook his head “no, how could he? It was an entirely spontaneous act on Kaine’s part no one knew it was happening until he gave the order” Timor nodded

“no, we’re very clearly dealing with an original minded Xeno perhaps one that has some human blood in him” he said making sure to tow the party line “one who has seen himself as the priest who will usher in the conversion of this entire galaxy” he said “I don’t need to tell you how heretical and revolting his views are, how oppressively violent the Dominion is nor do I need to mention the fact that The Founders use human bodies as a means to regenerate themselves consuming our flesh until we are nothing but skin puppets” he exclaimed “I’m sorry that’s just an urban legend” Veerz said

“No it isn’t I lost one of my own men before my very eyes to such a thing” he said Enzo eyed him intently, that was something he didn’t know and unconsciously he moved back a little. “Oh my, what happened?” Trevort said Brashin smiled “I killed one of their gods, I offered it to the Emperor, to Antares to Suroc , to McKenzie and all the others who fell in that horrible massacre that was the last battle” he said Enzo nodded appraisingly and then eyed Veerz who skunked away “I am glad the Emperor has men such yourself fighting for us, men who aren’t afraid to tell the truth and then show that the truth wont demoralize us or break us” Timor said shaking his hand “well, being a god slayer kind’a reinforces the virtue of the empire I would think” Trevort said and then eyed the holo projectors “you hear that Vi’retess” he said ‘we can kill your gods what do you think we’re going to do to you?”

Churba Sector – one hour later

The Planet Churba drifted in space orbited by dozens upon dozens of factories, having been home to a high technology broker and firm she was a key industrial world in the mid rim territories, now under Dominion control her forges were reconfigured and had begun to produce millions of tons of white a day, they were forging components for weapons and technology, in one large purple facility that seemed to grow out of a former biology lab that drifted in orbit thousands of Jem’Hadar were being cloned every second. Her people were occupied by the Dominion placed into labor camps or rounded up and under house arrest; a bright bustling world was now one gigantic factory and prisoner of war camp.

Several Dominion cruisers patrolled the outer part of the system while bugs backed by defensive platforms sat in orbit, the various vulnerable Dominion facilities were protected by a veritable fortress of mobile platforms and bugs. The larger cruisers could arrive at maximum impulse inside of fifteen minutes forbidden by the local Vorta to use slipstream in system the Ursoid commander and his loyal Jem’Hadar fighters had vocally stressed concern about that, that it would reduce their response time and thus if an attack ever came it would endanger them and weaken them. Nothing had ever happened so far and they went on producing white and now had begun to again produce the vital white. Always insisting that an attack would never come Iyun the Vorta commander ordered his heavier ships to do routine patrols across the entire system, they were currently on the opposite side of the star far away from the main facilities, twenty to thirty minutes away if there was not a star between, now they were farther still, and voiced this concern only to be rebuffed again.

Iyun shook his head drinking a juice made from some very strong barriers ones toxic to humans but to the Vorta who were engineered immune to toxins it produced a sweet taste that dulled and buzzed him and brought as close as any Vorta could be, to being intoxicated. He eyed the stars as the observed the rotating facilities which now began to orbit several large weapons platforms. “What a nice and easy day this is, the Jem’Hadar have complained through their leader only once, white production has increased and not a sign of imperial forces “he grinned “and no surprise inspections “he said repeating “what a nice day “

He smiled and was about to sit down then all of a sudden all hell broke loose sensor sweeps went off defense platforms armed themselves, shields began to raise armor reinforced soon the bugs were beginning to move off rapid and like lightening.

“What’s going on” he roared frantically dropping his juice and grabbing a reptilian technician “what is happening damn you?!” “Sir, it’s the imperial navy it’s come!!”

Iyun blanched falling back into a chair, today was such a nice day “what? How many?”

“All of it sir”

[sonofccn]

Yeah! I love me some Imperial News! And I swear Thanagar could be a South Colonial in the best possible way. And I hope he personally gets to meet and "greet" that miserable excuse for a Vorta Iyun.

[Admiral Breetai]

Yeah! I love me some Imperial News! And I swear Thanagar could be a South Colonial in the best possible way. And I hope he personally gets to meet and "greet" that miserable excuse for a Vorta Iyun.

there's an alternate universe somewhere..where Krevin as supreme commander of the imperial navy leads the righteous forces of the empire into battle with the Federation

Where Jackson and Im'pec stand back to back laying waste to countless enemies as Reynolds and Rainbird circle them issuing a challenge to personal combat.

all the while Tyler, Alecander and Vi'retess play three way cosmic chess with pieces that look like each of them

[Admiral Breetai]

another update out the Exterminators run wild Thanagar shows people why he's nicknamed The Ram and Aryas fights a bear.

Grounds battles coming soon as well as Klingon action and maybe a flash back

Have you ever seen your gods boy? I have I've killed them Im'pec the Silver hand to an unknown week old Jem'Hadar during the battle of Chintoka "reflections of the Dominion war"

Aboard the Divine Wind

“listen up you sorry excuses for fighters” roared Maniac who stalked along the thirty or so that now made up the imperial fighter squadron known as the exterminators “How long does it take to breed Jem’Hadar?” he yelled “three days sir!” He nodded “how long does it take to train a member of the imperial fighter corps?” he asked “sir four years sir” they shouted he nodded appraisingly “and how long does it take to create an exterminator?” he asked one grinned “one night in a whore house and alotta luck” which caused a row of laughter Iceman nodded approvingly as he stood near Maniac “that’s right we’re the best fighter squadron in the entire galaxy and to become an ACE in this unit you have to kill yourself a capital ship” he explained “in personal combat do you understand?” they all nodded “we’re either born or we’re not you have the talent or you don’t and you’re all one in a billion so do the universe a favor and survive this battle!” he roared “we’re also flying new and experimental TIE’s each one of them valuable as valuable as a thousand regulars do you understand me? You’re too damn expensive I don’t want a single casualty!” he said then slapped his chest ‘MEN WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN CHURBA?” he asked with a yell

“Sir an infestation sir” they called back and then someone uttered in a sing song voice ‘uh oh momma we got a bug problem!” “Well then somebody call the exterminators!” butcher sang back

“The only good bug is a dead bug now move out” yelled Maniac taking to his fighter as others moved, this had to be coordinated perfectly to launch as soon as they could once they exited hyperspace all around them thousands of storm troopers began moving into troop transports armored walked were marching into larger shuttles beside heavy gunners and support specialists pretty soon they’d be reclaiming imperial ground or rather they’d scatter the Dominion from imperial ground and then drive them and drive them, no holding

Just as well he thought: you never fully exterminated any infestation by destroying only chunks of the problem and then holding and hoping. No you drove vermin before you and then you kept driving. Clenching his fists he activated hos consul and the fighter roared to life.

Thanagar was pacing like a caged animal as the myriad of communications officer called off the different vessels that were now checking it and calling themselves ready, he nodded at each turn as he made laps around his chair taking a deep breath only once while he continued to pace, they turned down the environmental to keep him from sweating up a storm, nervously he bit his lower lip, it wasn’t fear or apprehension no, the giant was more eager, it was a hunger he was like a great Krayt Dragon poised to make a kill, his entire being focused on that single instant, Thanagar could taste the air, feel the thickness and tension feel the eagerness and fear of his men and smell the tides of fortune. “How long until we exit hyperspace” he asked “one minute”
Iyun nervously paced around the space station “have you contacted the cruisers” “yes” a technician replied in a exasperation at the question repeated another time “Brotar will come” it said “he says it will take forty minutes at maximum impulse” he says “should I order slip?” Iyun thought about it pacing shaking his head to himself nervously “and pollute space? No, no!” he said the technician shook his head believing subspace FTL somehow damaged space was a stupid and uninformed view pushed by raving conspiracy theorists and it was great misfortune that his fate was to be commanded by such a simple fool. “No we’ll hold” he said in an exhausted tone before he gripped then railing “victory is life!”

No sooner had he said that, then a series of large vessels exited hyperspace hundreds and then a thousand, there was a brief half second pause just long enough for Iyun to blind and then space turned green as thousands and thousands of turbo laser bolts saturated the sky!


The reaction was almost instant, dozens of Dominion weapons platforms belched out white and orange missiles which crashed into the oncoming storm of fire as space began to shift in a dazzling dance of colors white and orange then red and green as proton missiles and beam weapons ripped across the stars smashing into their targets, soon ships began to burn platform’s exploded violently stray Dominion weaponry impacted onto the planets moon creating deep burning fissures into the ground, turbo lasers smashed into the planet below causing small plumes of flame as both sides engaged in an absolutely frantic and vicious assault.

-one, two, three, four- and he was out flying through the hangar bay in a TIE interceptor leading the imperial squadron, the new fighters zipped out of the Divine Wind moving as fast as lightening as they darted between oncoming fire and friendly fire. Darting around Maniac saw already twenty ships disabled and on fire and one of the orbital factories erupting in fire and slowly breaking apart as it fell into orbit. Quickly he weaved between an oncoming beam weapon and then opened fire on a torpedo destroying it. “Incoming!” Butcher called and Maniac looked up and saw it several bugs were heading towards the Divine wind, he grinned “looks like no aces today boys we only got the little wasps” he said and then ignored the onrushing vessel that flew through his squad as though it wasn’t there “that was just rude” one rookie called before diving quickly and bringing himself up towards the rear, quickly the young women opened fire with some of the photonic missiles which smashed into the rear, she assumed it must have been a lucky shot because something popped and then fire erupted around the rear which blew the entire lower half clear off the ship.

“nice shot sunflower but conserve ammo” Maniac ordered “we’re not interested in the vermin the divine wind is a big girl let her take care of herself”

“focus on the stations and the major defensive platforms, Sunflower Farm boy and cushion form up on me” Big boy called as his large TIE bomber flew towards one of the large weapons platforms, strange he thought it looked like type of purple flower, pedals of death outstretched and spewing doom at his comrades, he zoomed in darted between the torpedo launchers and deposited his bombers which struck violently enough to nearly jerk the entire platform around, it’s shields held “Damn even their defense platforms have shields” Farm boy muttered “this enemy uses its technology well even the smallest defenses platforms have some type of shielding” Big boy said as they came around for another pass “I’ve got an idea target the weapons ports fire the exact moment a torpedo launches!” he ordered “that’s going to be a tough shoot sir” Cushion said zipping down covering the bomber Sunflower smirked “oh come on I’ll buy ya dinner if you manage” she said “oh hell no I’m getting that dinner” big boy said in a loud voice “yeah right gramps” Cushion shot back with a grin opening fire his turbo lasers raking the ejecting photon torpedoes as they exited barely the tubes, the explosions was massive and the station shook violently before going offline

“Woo whoooo!!” came the call Maniac grinned “alright boys prepare for a strafing run on the surface let’s test out the new AG tech” he said “uhh are you sure boss?” Butcher said Iceman nodded “our ground pounders can have the left overs “he said as the exterminators shot down towards the planet.

Haserian sector same time

Torkath let out a roar and brought his hand down against a computer consul, as everything around him went to hell in a hand basket! SekSill was a traitor through and through, he had to have done it! There was no other explanation for how the Imperial fleet could have suck up on his base that swiftly, no warning no hyperspace disturbances nothing! Just Turbo laser fire and death, one of the facilities was destroyed and now he had boarding parties of imperial soldiers from those thrice damned Lucrehulk antiques!

He turned and eyed the door “Jem’Hadar” he roared gesturing to his technician to fetch him his armor. He couldn’t salvage this situation but anything that came through that door would bleed and die for the founders “VICTORY IS LIFE”

Churba sector

Thanagar frowned as he watched the battle unfold in the opening minutes he was hoping to catch the Dominion off guard and in doing so use the shock and awe to capitalize it but he had underestimated the sensor technology of the Dominion (either that or their automated defense systems were top notch or worse both) “status report” he asked “we have one hundred ships disabled ten destroyed we’ve lost a thousand fighters and counting “Thanagar nodded a hard fight a true brawl, just as he liked. “We need to get boots on the ground” he said firmly and then smiled wildly “accelerate maximum velocity all power to forward shields” they all eyed him and then swallowed nodding.

The Divine Wind came to life and moved forward roaring her engines and opening her frontal weapons in a grandiose assault on the weapons platforms, taking abuse her shields strained then shook and rippled as she literally rammed through the Dominion lines, fire erupted all around the Divine Wind as the great Ram of the Empire smashed through defensive platforms bringing itself closer and closer towards the main station opening fire as it did so tearing apart Dominion weaponry and burning through ships several of her massive anti matter missiles destroyed nearby stations as the Wind kept moving closer and closer.

Dominion station:

Iyun gaped at what he saw; the vessel was just running the blockade and running over his weapons platforms!! Turbo laser fire ripped a hole into the station, thousands of Jem’Hadar embryos and babies were vented into space floating freely spewing out creating an immensely disturbing snow flake affect, Iyun felt himself become sick and did the one thing all Vorta were sworn to never do

He abandoned his post, running with a cadre of followers and Jem’Hadar he made way for a shuttle and would retreat to the surface and hide in the great fortress in the cities capital.

The remaining Vorta turned and watched grimly as The Divine Wind and her massive front rammed into the station at full power opening fire as it did so.
Returning from the surface the exterminators all roared collective cheers “can you believe that the fat son of a bitch broke the line!” roared Maniac jovially Iceman grinned “now you know why they call Thanagar the Ram” he said calmly taking the lead and shooting down several evacuating shuttles

Other side of the system

Brotar roared in rage and frustration “what! He did what?’ the Ursoid said in a furious voice “abandoned the station just as the Grand Admiral decided he would ram it” he said “and he’s heading for the surface?” Brotar asked the Jem’Hadar who nodded “orders “ he asked Brotar growled “kill him and prepare to receive me we die today” he said gravely and the Jem’Hadar nodded “Victory is life General Brotar” “Victory is life first Tenon” he said

Then the three dominion cruisers entered slipstream ready to meet their fate.
Haserian: same time

Cronus jumped between corridors as weapons fire erupted around him, he was quick his aid not so much a poloron blast split his chest open and sent him flying, near him an imperial stormtrooper was on the ground screaming in agony from a blast that had melted half of his face off. Several members of the xenocorps took up position beside him and began engaging the Jem’Hadar and the scurrying technicians, Cronus shook his head “don’t shoot the runners” he said “don’t waste battery” he added before gesturing for them to move, a hundred soldiers had come with him only seventeen remained, they made their way along corridors heading towards the other groups that were scurrying up this space station. Aryas had made the choice to ask Hertz for permission to capture the station, while he disliked the cost in man power the action would take, Cronus couldn’t deny the value the intelligence could provide. He thought about it, the boy was learning fast and that made him somewhat glad. Cronus had served fools for far too long, this man seemed to be a fast learner and a loyal one at that, it was perhaps someone he could get behind could fight for, maybe even die for. He shook the thought out of his mind and looked around, he heard something or thought he did seeing perhaps a blur from the sweat in his eyes but Serephima an Arkanian female and competent young solder twitched her pale head white eyes focusing, her people were eugenicists or used to be and bred in many unique and interesting traits, she quickly brought her rifle forward crashing the butt into the air creating a loud thud which caused something to lift into the air and slam down onto the floor with sudden violently, she quickly opened fire killing what revealed itself to be a Jem’Hadar. He nodded thankful and then turned firing at the slight blurs again downing some others.

They advanced again leap frog moving towards the entrance to the command center, weapons fire went off white beams streaked and Cronus felt himself pulled onto the floor his remaining men scattering as they saw weapons fire from, imperial soldiers meet Dominion soldiers killing them, Aryas appeared from the smoke eying Cronus who rose and nodded “this is the front door to the command center” Aryas said Cronus nodded and then turned eying “all other areas secured sirs” came over the communications Aryas nodded they could heard behind the great metallic doors a low rumbling with chanting in the background, Aryas braced himself standing side by side with Cronus the rumbling got louder and louder until the great door burst wide open from within and a massive nine foot armored monster jumped out landing on his feet his powerful armored paws smashed into Aryas and Cronus and sent them flying, their troopers were quick to cover them opening fire on the Jem’Hadar who ran out and soon it was a chaotic brawl of rifle butts and bare hands

Aryas shook the dizziness from his head and staggered to his feet and turned he eyed the gigantic creature which had a long bladed spear like scythe in his hand it eyed him and spoke in a low growl in basic “for the living gods” the voice rumbled then grew louder until it deafened the other noises “VICTORY IS LIFE” he roared bringing his spear down against Aryas who threw his rifle up

Steel met steel and the world went black

Churba

Fire erupted around them as thousands of imperial troop transports began breaching atmosphere, weapons fire erupted around them, planetary defenses shattering some vessels and missing others. Some troopers vomited in their helmets from the turbulence while others remained grim and rigid, the vessels shook as they began passing through an intense magnetic shield of some kind likely a holdover from the days before the war.

General Vindiz stalked back and forth his balance unaffected by the brutal turbulence that rocked the vessel “alright listen and listen well” he said in a loud voice roaring over the weapons fire “We’re going to be the first imperial soldiers reclaiming lost imperial territory!” he roared “we enter here and we kill anything and everything that looks Dominion do you understand” he said in loud voice “and I don’t want any heroes here you understand me? For every one of you dead a hundred Dominion soldiers must fall! It takes three days to train a Jem’Hadar it takes a life time to breed an imperial soldier” “and who knows if there’s any justice in the world we may kill ourselves some gods” he said before turning and eying the quickly approaching ground he set his rifle tied with belt around his torso and pulled out two long Manadalorien blades “Remember men” he said “what we do here echoes throughout Eternity” he said “don’t ever forget that”

“Sir yes sir!!”

“WHAT ARE WE” he asked in a roar “SIR WE’RE THANAGARS BRAWLERS SIR!!”

“We got a bunch of thugs running around on our turf WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO”

“Kick their asses across the galaxy” came the loud furious reply “I CAN’T HEAR YOU, YOU PANZIES” he roared back ‘KICK THEIR ASSES ACROSS THIS GOD DAMN GALAXY!!!”

Vindiz grinned and as soon as the vessel touched ground he jumped out and let loose a fierce war cry before burying his first knife into the chest of the first Jem’Hadar in sight, as he fell as the furious volleys of blaster fire that erupted the moment Thanagar hit smashed into buildings, speeders and anything in their path.

The first blood spilt in what would be known as the Wars of the Ram and The Snake had been shed and it was said on that day the gods of order shuddered and beat their chests in frustration and swore revenge

[Praeothmin]

Booya!
Very nice...

Thanagar is gutsy, and SekSill should get eviscerated and all his clone line destroyed... :)

Where Jackson and Im'pec stand back to back laying waste to countless enemies as Reynolds and Rainbird circle them issuing a challenge to personal combat.

If you don't mind, I'd like to maybe write a short fight scene between Im'pec and Reynolds, one that isn't part of any continuity, just a fun rumble between the two...

[sonofccn]

Hell yeah! Kill those Xenos Imperials! Thanagar proves once again he's made of freaking win, enemy defiantly refusing to die? Ramming speed!

Iyun has to be the most incompetant Vorta ever cloned, I hope we get to see his long, slow death. That would make me so very happy. :)

[Admiral Breetai]

Hell yeah! Kill those Xenos Imperials! Thanagar proves once again he's made of freaking win, enemy defiantly refusing to die? Ramming speed!

I had this in my head I said "How can I pull off the famous Macross battleship punch but with an SSD" and then..I think I might have found a way

Iyun has to be the most incompetant Vorta ever cloned, I hope we get to see his long, slow death. That would make me so very happy. :)

I've had a special scene planned for him..for a long time I mean since I wrote the invasion of Naboo long

Booya!
Very nice...

Thanagar is gutsy, and SekSill should get eviscerated and all his clone line destroyed... :)

you ever watch the Dark Crystal? you should know who he's based on

If you don't mind, I'd like to maybe write a short fight scene between Im'pec and Reynolds, one that isn't part of any continuity, just a fun rumble between the two...

I'd be honored actually

[Praeothmin]

you ever watch the Dark Crystal? you should know who he's based on

A long time ago, but i think I know who you're talking about...

I'd be honored actually

Really?
You know Im'Pec will lose, right? ;)

[Admiral Breetai]

A long time ago, but i think I know who you're talking about...

watched it with my brothers kids the other day saw chamberlain and was like "annoying and ambitious and duplicitous - yup could be a good replacement for Ar'tech"

Really?
You know Im'Pec will lose, right? ;)

I had a feeling that would happen

[Praeothmin]

But it will be glorious... :)