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Prologue:
In orbit above the planet Kirima, several thousand years ago...
"Bi-Vanes! Keep their fighters off our tenders! We only need to hold out a little longer!"
"Khon! Urgent mayday from the Undaunted! Their armor is failing!"
Yesugen, Khonoyon of the united Ossein fleets, instinctively swiveled her helmeted head in the direction of the heavy fighter tender which anchored the flank of her besieged fleet.
"Damnable Amaxine! Tell Undaunted to fall behind their pickets! Have fresh ships from the center move out to scre-"
The light of an explosion washed over the Ossein leader, her flash goggles automatically tinting to near opacity as the Undaunted's fission cores detonated. She cursed in a dozen languages, tearing off the goggles to clear her vision.
"Where in the seven lowest hells is the Republic fleet!?"
The battle was not going Yesugen's way.
To be fair, it had not been in the Ossein leader's favor from the start. Her own guard fleet, while powerful, faced an Amaxine fleet which was its equal in terms of competency, and its superior in terms of numbers. While Yesugen's loyal Jazaq had acquitted themselves well, they were only so many, and even the most skilled warrior could only fight for so long before their fuel and blaster gas ran low, their ship began to break under the strain, and their nerves began to come apart. Their only hope, Yesugen knew, was the timely arrival of the Republic's promised reinforcements.
They were, indeed, supposed to have rendezvoused long before the battle began, but the Republic fleet was late, and the Amaxine fleet had discovered the Ossein forces before they were ready.
The Amaxine had surrounded the Ossein forces, and were slowly moving in on them. The Ossein capital ships - huge, lumbering dreadnoughts with slow, long-accelerating hyperdrives - were trapped in orbit above the planet Kirima, and an attempt at a break-out had already failed.
The only hope for the Ossein was to fight and survive for as long as possible, and hope that the Republic forces would make a timely appearance.
So far, they had not.
Yesugen slumped back in the pilot seat of her two-being pinnace, watching the swirl of Amaxine shock-fighters and Ossein bi-vanes beyond the canopy. She took off her helmet and tossed it to the floor, her space-black curls falling across her shoulders.
Fury burned in her dark eyes.
"This is intolerable." She muttered, her hands tightening on the flight stick and throttle controls before her. "You would think the Republic's precious Jedi would have foreseen the need to be on time!"
The Ossein leader turned around in her seat, looking back and down to where her co-pilot - really her sensor and comm officer - sat in his recessed compartment. He was a Rodian male, his eyes jewel red and faceted and his skin dark green, and Yesugen thought that if they both survived this, she may have to thank him personally for his service.
If they both survived.
"Report!"
The Rodian, his features cast in the phosphor green of the computer readouts and sensor screens that surrounded him, seemed to take a moment to respond.
"The... the Undaunted was completely destroyed by torpedoes, my Khon." He said. "Vaporized. We have also lost contact with 90th Fighter Wing. The dreadnought Suntease is moving to take the destroyed ship's place in formation..."
Yesugen, with a pang, remembered that her co-pilot had come from Undaunted, volunteering to serve aboard her flagship.
She interrupted him.
"Instruct Suntease to hold position, I won't have another dreadnought in the line of fire. Move up the elektrokonter Garfish, it will assume command over that flank."
The Rodian straightened and saluted in the Ossein style.
"Zar Belk, my Khon!"
Yesugen returned her attention to space as the Rodian began giving orders to the rest of the fleet on her behalf. She scanned the Amaxine siege line, trying to pick out a capital ship that could be taken.
The destruction of Undaunted had to be answered.
Unlike the Amaxine fleets - indeed, unlike the Republic Navy - Ossein warships were not, in fact, ships of war only. The Ossein were a spacefaring people, and their great ships were home not to just officers and warriors, but to merchants, artisans, families. Dreadnoughts, the largest and most powerful vessels in the Ossein fleets, were home to tens of thousands of beings.
When the Undaunted had been destroyed, Yesugen's co-pilot had not just lost friends and shipmates - bad enough - but very likely his entire extended family.
Amaxine vessels, Yesugen knew, were not likely to have children and elders aboard, but the Ossein leader would take what she could get.
"We shall make the Amaxine answer!" She declared aloud, hunching forward in her seat. "71st Fighter Wing! Form up on my lead! If you have torpedoes, make them ready!"
She gritted her teeth as her comms responded with a chorus of "Zar Belk, my Khon!" and a full wing of starfighters formed up behind her. She licked her teeth as a massive enemy ship swung out of formation to bring its cannons to bear on the Ossein vessels.
"Jazaq, I want that vessel gone! Charge!!"
Minutes later, the Amaxine battle-wagon lay burning in space, foundering in the gravity well of Kirima. The victorious Ossein streaked back toward the safety of their own fleet, trailing Amaxine shock-fighters and the angry pulse-blast bolts of enemy capital ships.
Yesugen laughed, a gleam in her eye.
"Let the Amaxine know that even a cornered beast has teeth!" She declared. "Attacks of opportunity! If you can lash out and take an enemy ship without great risk, do so! True pilots do not cower behind armor!"
She nimbly avoided a stream of bolts from a shock-fighter, looping in behind it and taking it apart with well-aimed fire. She looked back at her co-pilot, grinning.
"We may survive this after all! Ah-"
She realized for the first time that she did not even know the Rodian's name. The male, for his part, shot her a thumbs-up, smiling up at her...
...and then, suddenly, he was gone.
The little combat pinnace rocked, the explosion of an impacting pulse-blast bolt shearing into it. Yesugen had a brief vision of the rodian being consumed by a sudden ball of fire, and there was a sensation like a hot blade slicing into her, before the emergency bulkhead slammed shut between the two cockpits. Yesugen was thrown forward against her crash harness, and then slammed back into her seat...
Her vision swam, and she looked around out of her cockpit as ships swirled around her.
She groped for the controls, leaning forward to take them, and gave a cry of pain as she did so.
She looked down at herself, and her eyes grew wide.
Sticking out of a rapidly darkening patch on her flight suit was a jagged metal spike, a piece of shrapnel. Dimly, she realized that it must have come through the back of her seat, and she reached down to touch it.
A metallic taste was starting to fill her mouth.
"G-Gods." She managed. "That's... n-not good..."
She reached again for the controls of her ship, sucking in a painful breath as she did so. The spear of jagged metal had run her through, pinning her in her seat through her middle. She realized that she couldn't feel her lower half, and when she tried to press on the pedals at her feet, her legs refused to move.
The taste in her mouth was getting stronger.
They got me.
Yesugen's vision was beginning to blur around the edges. She reached out and flipped on the comm, bypassing her dead co-pilot's station.
"A-Attention, attention." She said, her teeth gritted, fighting to steady her voice. "This is Yesugen. I have been hit... hit badly. I will not survive. I pass command to... t-to-"
She could feel her focus getting harder to maintain, and gave a growl of frustration.
"Oh KARK it!"
Yesugen's gaze fell to a leather pouch on the side of her pilot seat. She reached down, unsnapping its buttons and fumbling for something inside, while the other hand manipulated her ship's flight stick.
Even bleeding to death and half paralyzed, she could still fly.
Withdrawing something from the pouch, the Ossein leader reached up with the same hand and switched her ship's comm from Ossein frequencies to full spectrum.
"Attention all you of the Amaxine fleet."
Warm, iron-tasting fluid was leaking down Yesugen's chin now. She ignored it.
"I shall not concede! Look not for a trophy of victory, for I place my bones beyond your reach!"
With that, the Khonoyon of all the Ossein snapped off her comm, and shoved the object she had taken from the pouch - a datapunch - into a slot in her navicomputer.
Grimly, she thanked the stars for having a contingency. Death, she vowed, would not stop what she had to do in its eventuality.
As Yesugen lost consciousness, she smiled, watching as the stars elongated, and gave way to the infinity of hyperspace...
In space above the planet Kirima, present day.
Triter Zonne breathed a sigh of relief as the tunnel of hyperspace faded into star-lines outside his cockpit canopy, and then into the familiar panorama of stars above the luminous crescent of the planet below.
"Well thank kark that's over... there must be a way to make this trip in under 12 parsecs."
The Amaran pilot reached out to switch on his ship's comm unit, looking at the sensor readouts.
"Kirima Aerospace Control, this is Nova Luck, S-100 Stinger-class under civil registration KX222-DC1. Requesting landing clearance at Verena City spaceport."
There was a brief warble as the ship's computer and the starport exchanged information, and then a modulated voice replied.
"Nova Luck this is Kirima Aerospace Control. You are clear for landing at docking bay 4 at Verena City Interstellar. Please follow vector 225-028."
The vector flashed up on Triter's sensor scope, and the Amaran nodded to himself, setting the controls with relief for his landing. The tiny fighter was no good for long-range star-flight.
"Copy KAC, making my vector 225-028. Will be down shortly."
The Amaran settled back, letting the autopilot take over, and trying to remember why the name of the planet seemed familiar to him...
Prologue:
In orbit above the planet Kirima, several thousand years ago...
"Bi-Vanes! Keep their fighters off our tenders! We only need to hold out a little longer!"
"Khon! Urgent mayday from the Undaunted! Their armor is failing!"
Yesugen, Khonoyon of the united Ossein fleets, instinctively swiveled her helmeted head in the direction of the heavy fighter tender which anchored the flank of her besieged fleet.
"Damnable Amaxine! Tell Undaunted to fall behind their pickets! Have fresh ships from the center move out to scre-"
The light of an explosion washed over the Ossein leader, her flash goggles automatically tinting to near opacity as the Undaunted's fission cores detonated. She cursed in a dozen languages, tearing off the goggles to clear her vision.
"Where in the seven lowest hells is the Republic fleet!?"
The battle was not going Yesugen's way.
To be fair, it had not been in the Ossein leader's favor from the start. Her own guard fleet, while powerful, faced an Amaxine fleet which was its equal in terms of competency, and its superior in terms of numbers. While Yesugen's loyal Jazaq had acquitted themselves well, they were only so many, and even the most skilled warrior could only fight for so long before their fuel and blaster gas ran low, their ship began to break under the strain, and their nerves began to come apart. Their only hope, Yesugen knew, was the timely arrival of the Republic's promised reinforcements.
They were, indeed, supposed to have rendezvoused long before the battle began, but the Republic fleet was late, and the Amaxine fleet had discovered the Ossein forces before they were ready.
The Amaxine had surrounded the Ossein forces, and were slowly moving in on them. The Ossein capital ships - huge, lumbering dreadnoughts with slow, long-accelerating hyperdrives - were trapped in orbit above the planet Kirima, and an attempt at a break-out had already failed.
The only hope for the Ossein was to fight and survive for as long as possible, and hope that the Republic forces would make a timely appearance.
So far, they had not.
Yesugen slumped back in the pilot seat of her two-being pinnace, watching the swirl of Amaxine shock-fighters and Ossein bi-vanes beyond the canopy. She took off her helmet and tossed it to the floor, her space-black curls falling across her shoulders.
Fury burned in her dark eyes.
"This is intolerable." She muttered, her hands tightening on the flight stick and throttle controls before her. "You would think the Republic's precious Jedi would have foreseen the need to be on time!"
The Ossein leader turned around in her seat, looking back and down to where her co-pilot - really her sensor and comm officer - sat in his recessed compartment. He was a Rodian male, his eyes jewel red and faceted and his skin dark green, and Yesugen thought that if they both survived this, she may have to thank him personally for his service.
If they both survived.
"Report!"
The Rodian, his features cast in the phosphor green of the computer readouts and sensor screens that surrounded him, seemed to take a moment to respond.
"The... the Undaunted was completely destroyed by torpedoes, my Khon." He said. "Vaporized. We have also lost contact with 90th Fighter Wing. The dreadnought Suntease is moving to take the destroyed ship's place in formation..."
Yesugen, with a pang, remembered that her co-pilot had come from Undaunted, volunteering to serve aboard her flagship.
She interrupted him.
"Instruct Suntease to hold position, I won't have another dreadnought in the line of fire. Move up the elektrokonter Garfish, it will assume command over that flank."
The Rodian straightened and saluted in the Ossein style.
"Zar Belk, my Khon!"
Yesugen returned her attention to space as the Rodian began giving orders to the rest of the fleet on her behalf. She scanned the Amaxine siege line, trying to pick out a capital ship that could be taken.
The destruction of Undaunted had to be answered.
Unlike the Amaxine fleets - indeed, unlike the Republic Navy - Ossein warships were not, in fact, ships of war only. The Ossein were a spacefaring people, and their great ships were home not to just officers and warriors, but to merchants, artisans, families. Dreadnoughts, the largest and most powerful vessels in the Ossein fleets, were home to tens of thousands of beings.
When the Undaunted had been destroyed, Yesugen's co-pilot had not just lost friends and shipmates - bad enough - but very likely his entire extended family.
Amaxine vessels, Yesugen knew, were not likely to have children and elders aboard, but the Ossein leader would take what she could get.
"We shall make the Amaxine answer!" She declared aloud, hunching forward in her seat. "71st Fighter Wing! Form up on my lead! If you have torpedoes, make them ready!"
She gritted her teeth as her comms responded with a chorus of "Zar Belk, my Khon!" and a full wing of starfighters formed up behind her. She licked her teeth as a massive enemy ship swung out of formation to bring its cannons to bear on the Ossein vessels.
"Jazaq, I want that vessel gone! Charge!!"
Minutes later, the Amaxine battle-wagon lay burning in space, foundering in the gravity well of Kirima. The victorious Ossein streaked back toward the safety of their own fleet, trailing Amaxine shock-fighters and the angry pulse-blast bolts of enemy capital ships.
Yesugen laughed, a gleam in her eye.
"Let the Amaxine know that even a cornered beast has teeth!" She declared. "Attacks of opportunity! If you can lash out and take an enemy ship without great risk, do so! True pilots do not cower behind armor!"
She nimbly avoided a stream of bolts from a shock-fighter, looping in behind it and taking it apart with well-aimed fire. She looked back at her co-pilot, grinning.
"We may survive this after all! Ah-"
She realized for the first time that she did not even know the Rodian's name. The male, for his part, shot her a thumbs-up, smiling up at her...
...and then, suddenly, he was gone.
The little combat pinnace rocked, the explosion of an impacting pulse-blast bolt shearing into it. Yesugen had a brief vision of the rodian being consumed by a sudden ball of fire, and there was a sensation like a hot blade slicing into her, before the emergency bulkhead slammed shut between the two cockpits. Yesugen was thrown forward against her crash harness, and then slammed back into her seat...
Her vision swam, and she looked around out of her cockpit as ships swirled around her.
She groped for the controls, leaning forward to take them, and gave a cry of pain as she did so.
She looked down at herself, and her eyes grew wide.
Sticking out of a rapidly darkening patch on her flight suit was a jagged metal spike, a piece of shrapnel. Dimly, she realized that it must have come through the back of her seat, and she reached down to touch it.
A metallic taste was starting to fill her mouth.
"G-Gods." She managed. "That's... n-not good..."
She reached again for the controls of her ship, sucking in a painful breath as she did so. The spear of jagged metal had run her through, pinning her in her seat through her middle. She realized that she couldn't feel her lower half, and when she tried to press on the pedals at her feet, her legs refused to move.
The taste in her mouth was getting stronger.
They got me.
Yesugen's vision was beginning to blur around the edges. She reached out and flipped on the comm, bypassing her dead co-pilot's station.
"A-Attention, attention." She said, her teeth gritted, fighting to steady her voice. "This is Yesugen. I have been hit... hit badly. I will not survive. I pass command to... t-to-"
She could feel her focus getting harder to maintain, and gave a growl of frustration.
"Oh KARK it!"
Yesugen's gaze fell to a leather pouch on the side of her pilot seat. She reached down, unsnapping its buttons and fumbling for something inside, while the other hand manipulated her ship's flight stick.
Even bleeding to death and half paralyzed, she could still fly.
Withdrawing something from the pouch, the Ossein leader reached up with the same hand and switched her ship's comm from Ossein frequencies to full spectrum.
"Attention all you of the Amaxine fleet."
Warm, iron-tasting fluid was leaking down Yesugen's chin now. She ignored it.
"I shall not concede! Look not for a trophy of victory, for I place my bones beyond your reach!"
With that, the Khonoyon of all the Ossein snapped off her comm, and shoved the object she had taken from the pouch - a datapunch - into a slot in her navicomputer.
Grimly, she thanked the stars for having a contingency. Death, she vowed, would not stop what she had to do in its eventuality.
As Yesugen lost consciousness, she smiled, watching as the stars elongated, and gave way to the infinity of hyperspace...
In space above the planet Kirima, present day.
Triter Zonne breathed a sigh of relief as the tunnel of hyperspace faded into star-lines outside his cockpit canopy, and then into the familiar panorama of stars above the luminous crescent of the planet below.
"Well thank kark that's over... there must be a way to make this trip in under 12 parsecs."
The Amaran pilot reached out to switch on his ship's comm unit, looking at the sensor readouts.
"Kirima Aerospace Control, this is Nova Luck, S-100 Stinger-class under civil registration KX222-DC1. Requesting landing clearance at Verena City spaceport."
There was a brief warble as the ship's computer and the starport exchanged information, and then a modulated voice replied.
"Nova Luck this is Kirima Aerospace Control. You are clear for landing at docking bay 4 at Verena City Interstellar. Please follow vector 225-028."
The vector flashed up on Triter's sensor scope, and the Amaran nodded to himself, setting the controls with relief for his landing. The tiny fighter was no good for long-range star-flight.
"Copy KAC, making my vector 225-028. Will be down shortly."
The Amaran settled back, letting the autopilot take over, and trying to remember why the name of the planet seemed familiar to him...
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