Capítulo 6: Chapter 4
Meanwhile inside the Royal Naboo starship just before the battle starts...
They're cruising in a rather slow speed using the cease fire brought by a large fleet to repair their hyperdrive module that failed when they tried to use it earlier to try and sneak out using the spotlight brought by the large fleet of ships that just arrived. Just then, a message was directly sent to their ship. The content of this message is a demand that they follow the starfighter heading towards their direction and failing to comply would result in them being shot down.
Then, a fury interceptor flew near their starship with weapons pointed directly, ready to tear them apart the moment they refuse.
After some discussion they decided to follow the starfighter back to a hangar aboard the Emperor-class battleship.
"I hope that our decision here would take us safely back to Coruscant." said Padme as she looked outside the window of the starship she's riding.
As they slowly get near the Emperor-class battleship they're shocked by the sheer size of each vessel. It's already too big from a distance but from a closer look they only felt as if they're ants. Their straship is too small compared to these behemoths.
As they got near the biggest battleship in the fleet, they saw a hangar door open and the pilot of the starfighter they're following radiod with a electronic voice that they enter through the gate which they complied. Because of the voice, they assumed that the other party must be using some sort of translation software or equipment.
As Ric parked the starship another message came in ordering them to wait inside their vessel.
"What do you think they'll do with us?" asked Ric to everyone as he turned the engine off and leaned back on his seat.
"I don't know, they might have plans for us after all you won't just help someone out of pity." answered Obi-Wan to Ric as he walks to a window of the starship and peered at it.
"Their technology is highly sophisticated." commented Obi-Wan as he observes the countless people wearing different uniforms run from one end of the hangar to the other and the numerous fury interceptors present.
"Master Qui-Gon , how do you think the republic will fair against them?" asked Padme as she also looked at the place they're currently on.
"I can't say for sure, but I can infer that this must be one if not their strongest fleet. After all, each ship here far surpasses that of a normal size republic flagship." answered Qui-Gon after some thought as relaxed himself on the vessel.
"It will be better if we can invite them to the senate. I'm sure that they'll be of great help to the peace and prosperity of our galaxy." interjected Obi-Wan.
"Let's hope for the best."
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At the space of Naboo...
A naval battle has been raging on. Powerful weapons are fired from both sides but the Imperial navy seemingly has edged the federation in all aspect of weaponry power. The Imperial frigates, cruisers, corvettes,and destroyers are tearing through the hull of the federation fleet ships like shooting a main cannon of a tank to paper.
The battle is only raging on for about a minute or more but the federation fleet has already lost more than half of their ships with only the flagship and other lucky corvettes, cruisers, and frigates left.
The ships of the Federation has no time to even send a distress signal as the enemy literally made holes after holes on their hulls. Their energy shields also proved to be pointless as it didn't even managed to block a single beam from those lances and other weapons of thr Imperium.
With the superior ships and doctrines employed by the Imperium. The federation's situation can be described as an injured prey waiting for its predator to deliver the killing blow.
The federation tried to mount a desperate counterattack with what's left of its fleet and with the help of the droid starfighters but was absolutely squashed with the appearance of the fury interceptors.
"What?! Those are their starfighters? That's impossible to be a starfighter!" shouted the admiral as he pointed at the fast flying fury interceptors wreaking havoc and destruction on what's left of his fleet.
"How did this happen? It's like the fleet in front of me is always fighting a war with those level of coordination. But that can't possibly be right, there's no war happening for the past couple of years. How can they perfect their efficiency and coordination in battle? This level of coordination and efficiency can't be achieved through training only." the admiral thought in confusion not believing what he currently is seeing. This same thought was going across the minds of everyone in the federation fleet as ship after ship turned to scraps under the powerful lances of the Imperium.
The droid starfighters managed to heavily damage a fury interceptor more than once. Their concentrated firepower proved fatal to the hulls of the fury interceptor as laser fire after laser fire damaged the interceptor.
"Captain, these pests have managed to damage our vessel beyond repair. Fuel is constantly leaking and we'll exhaust this fuel a minute or so from now!" shouted a repair crew aboard a heavily damaged fury interceptor.
"Brace yourselves comrades! If we'll die then we'll bring them with us! Locate the capital ship of the enemy for me! We'll show them that we're not fucking around!" commanded the pilot to his copilot as he set course for the largest ship in his field of view.
"Here captain, that's the biggest so it should be their capital ship!" said the copilot as he pointed on a Luchrehulk-class battleship on a distant.
"Captain another fury interceptor has contacted us. It's said that they're on the same situation as us and they would like for us to participate on crashing our vessels on that large circular battleship." said the copilot as everyone returned to their seats and fastened their seatbelts.
"Tell them we accept, how many are they?" said the pilot as he full throttled the whole vessel to max the speed.
"He said that they number in 20!" answered the copilot.
"Brace yourselves everyone!" the starfighter joined a large squadron of damaged fury interceptors heading for the circular battleship.
As countless droid starfighters chased on their tail and continued to deal more and more damage to their hulls. The people on board are saying their goodbyes to one another.
"It's been an honor fighting beside you brothers!" said a pilot to his crew.
"Likewise, captain! Remember our deal! We'll only regroup in hell and we'll rise back again to fight the enemies of the Emperor!" reminded the repair crewman as he forced out a laughed.
"Only in death does our duty end!" shouted everyone with a smile of satisfaction on their face.
Just then a message transmission was received by their radios. This transmission is coming from the leader of their "squadron".
"My brothers, I have reported our situation to the flagship! They wish us luck as they gave us our new and last mission. Everyone! We're tasked to bring down that thing using our own spacecrafts! We would be escorted by a dispatched squadron and additional firepower support from nearby battleships would be provided to disable them. The Emperor protects!" reported the leader of their "squadron".
"The Emperor protects!" responded everyone on the comms as a squadron of fury interceptors escorted them to their graveyard.
Inside the flagship of the federation...
"Damn it! We've lost more than half of our ships! Damn it!" cursed the admiral the as he paced back and forth inside the command room.
"Ah admiral you might want to see this." said an officer getting the attention of the admiral.
"What is it?" the admiral looked at the officer waiting for his reply.
"What looks are a group of damaged enemy starfighters or ships is heading on our way. I think... they intend to crash their ships here!" exclaimed the officer which made everyone look at him in shock and fear.
"What? Are these ships controlled by droids? Do they really dare to do such thing?" questioned the admiral as such tactic is considered lunacy and one of the biggest "fuck you" anyone can give to his enemy.
"Admiral, signs of life has been detected and their speed is increasing!" replied the officer in a hurry.
"Full throttle the engine! We must let our AAs deal with them! Move move! " commanded the admiral but before they can move an inch the battleship was hit by a a powerful shot from a cannon on a destroyer hit their engines, effectively stopping them from moving away from their position and tearing their shields like butter. This shot shook the whole battleship making everyone fumble and tumble everywhere.
"What was that?" questioned the admiral, his anger is already overflowing and he can't control himself anymore.
"Our engines are hit! I repeat our engines are hit!" reported an officer who looked at the ship's diagnostics.
This report made everyone subconsciously gulp in fear. A squadron of suicidal maniacs riding a 40m vessel is heading towards their position intending to crash it to their ship.
"Do something! I can't die here! No I'm just appointed as the viceroy! I can't simply die here! " said the admiral as he was drove into madness.
Another shot shook the whole battleship as another laser beam hit their battleship's main core reactor cutting most of their power supply.
As the AAs of the battleship sounded wreaking havoc and destruction to the formation of the kamikaze planes, the escort squadron did drive bys on the identified AA batteries of the enemy, disabling it for good.
The squadron is nearing their target which was made immobile by a destroyer which they requested a support. They overloaded their engines and brought the remaining supplies and animations on to the engine room to increase the power of the explosion.
They split their squadron into two. One will go to to the main reactor and other sub reactors while the other will go to the command room to ensure the death of the enemy high command.
As the ship slowly get larger and larger on their vision they decided to broadcast a message on an open channel for everyone to hear. They spoke in their language own preferred dialect and didn't use the translator.
"For the Emperor!"
A message that was sent just before a chain of explosions happened. 20 fury interceptors crashed their vessels on predetermined targets of the immobile flagship of the enemy destroying it in the process. None survived, not even the escape craft used by the enemy high command which just left, seconds before the destruction of the flagship.
The scene made the remaining ships of the federation lose their hope. They're fighting an enemy who's leagues above them in all aspects. They know that they can't win so they transmitted a surrender message to the enemy requesting a treatment that keeps their dignity and they'll surrender peacefully.
This transmission was received by the Emperor-class battleship which earned a laugh from the Lord Admiral
"My lord, the remaining 4 ships of the enemy has surrendered. They request a favorable treatment that will not undermine their dignity as a sentient being." reported an officer to the Lord Admiral which earned him a chuckle.
"Dignity? A xeno has no dignity, such a concept doesn't apply to them. Have the ship near them surround them and light them up. I have no use of xenos." ordered the Lord Admiral as she laughed on top of her lungs.
"Yes my lord!" saluted the officer as he immediately coordinated with the nearest battleships to fulfill the orders.
The flagship of the fleet broadcasted a message ordering the surrendered ships on a specific coordinate. The ship captains didn't thought of anything as they immediately complied. When they reached the coordinates they can see the gigantic ships of their enemy surrounding them.
They thought that they're still wary that they might fight back so they just turned their engine off and once again broadcasted their surrender.
The surrendering ships once again received a message. The message only wished them luck on their next life. This message made everyone confused and feel fear as they discussed with each other what does this message mean.
But before they can do any discussion and possibly appeal the situation the surrounding ships shot potent energy beams from the lances immediately brought the demise of their surrendering and defenseless ships. They didn't even have time to mount up a defense as these beams tore their shielding and hulls as if they're nothing.
It only took mere seconds for the four ships to be completely turned into space debris by these powerful lances employed by the Imperial ships.
Broadcasts of questioning and appeal was sent but it was all cut off as the time to send it was not enough as their ship was blown apart by the massive and numerous potent energy beams. Shot after shot hit their mark and the four ships quickly crumbled. All the crew inside the ships died, none surive. From droids to organics, they all can't survive the might of humanity.
Seeing this scene cheers erupted on the command room of the Emperor-class battleship. That's a couple of thousand less xeno they need to kill in the future.
The Lord Admiral clapped her hands on the spectacular scene that unfolded before her eyes.
"You see lady and gentlemen, it's not our fault for them being born on the wrong species. After all, there's only one right species and that's human." commented the Lord Admiral as she turned to look at her guests on the command room while chuckling.
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SomeGuyOnDarkArmor
SomeGuyOnDarkArmor I botched the fight scene sadly.
Oh yeah btw, do you want me to use the fsn theory regarding the 2 lost primarchs? The theory ehich said that these 2 are Aenerion and the Man-God from the warhammer fantasy
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