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SW: Hades Wing Chp. 25Present, interrogation room aboard the Mon Cal cruiser Home One, Bilbringi ShipyardsSW: Hades Wing Chp. 25 by SlingBlade87
“Wait, how did Azzameen even find you?”
“Hades gave him our comms frequency and since we had Lieutenant Sajuuk’s Avenger on active scan he followed the trail.” I lied easily without as much as a skip in my heartbeat I was proud to say.
“I can’t believe I never heard about this,” she said, her skepticism was all but palpable.
“At the time I didn’t know who he was, but Azzameen had an important acquaintance: Luke Skywalker. Like I said I had no idea who he was then.” I said this with a smile, later on of course I had learned very quickly who Skywalker was. “When Hades contacted the Rebel Fleet, requested Azzameen by name and explained the situation he knew there was nothing he could do without help so he went to Skywalker and got a direct line to Alliance Command. Next thing you know there’s a quiet operation to get two advance
KH: Stormrise Ch. 24“Hey Leon?”KH: Stormrise Ch. 24 by SlingBlade87
Leon stopped mid-swing, flipping his sword-caster up onto his shoulder as he turned to look at Sora. “Yeah what’s up?”
“So you’re really going to marry Rinoa?”
“Well I love her, that’s good enough reason for me to propose don’t you think?”
Sora shifted nervously, blushing, Leon snorted. “Kairi?” Leaning his weapon against the wall he wrapped Sora in a headlock and ruffled his hair. “Don’t worry about it, you’re still kids.”
“You’re not much older.” Sora protested, squirming in his brother’s grasp.
Leon shrugged, releasing him and smirking. “I suppose, but I wouldn’t fret over it, you’re only fifteen Sora, that’s too young to be thinking of anything as involved as marriage. Give it a few more years.”
“There you are. Why are you two down here?”
They turned to see Kairi coming towards them, Leon smirked. &
From Coward to AvengerDo you remember me? No, I suppose not. I however remember you very well sir, and that night. I'm sure that you'll recall my sister Hanalee? Yes, now you remember me, don't you. The little boy that your family couldn't kill, how very unfortunate for you wouldn't you agree? It is rather poetic justice don't you think? After all, it was meant to be a peaceful business meeting between our families. Your father sent the invitation, and my father, poor kind fool that he was, came willingly to bury the hatchet. He brought myself, and my dear sister. She was beautiful that night wasn't she? The dress was made especially for the event, she was so delighted to go to such a rich gathering of the city's well to do.From Coward to Avenger by SlingBlade87
I of course wasn't very thrilled to be there but the demands of polite society as you well understand. However try explaining that to a twelve year old boy. I did however understand how happy my sister was, after all this was her first party as a woman and you immediately caught her fan
Battle at Proxima"Tactical, any change within the orbital zone?"Battle at Proxima by SlingBlade87
"No sir, all scopes showing clear. LIDAR shows no change in light patterns."
Captain Andrus Remora glared at nothing in particular and continued stalking in irritation about the deck of his bridge.
"Coms, read the orders if you would."
The Communications officer did so, reading in her sonorous voice the report in question which had been read now dozens of times since its reception.
"From, OUTLANCOM to, Remora, Andrus, C. Captain ESAS Heracles; Geldemming Treaty confirmed. Fed-Con War ended. Federation and Confederacy united as Confederation. United Commonwealth, Merchant Combine, and Farstar Republic are declared neutrals. Confederation aggression heightened. Travel to Proxima III and assume command of forces as Commodore, DESTDRON Seven. Defend at all costs until properly reinforced and/or relieved."
She looked up at him. "That's it sir."
Andrus nodded in annoyance. They wanted him to defend Proxima III, no issue there. The issue was tha
Ice Bound PowerTyra landed in a crouch, the snow biting her cheek with razor thin needles. She drew upon the Force to warm her body, dispelling the discomfort and clearing her senses. She was far from safe, even after the tumble down the icy cliff face and the mad escape from the patrolling Imperials. What they were doing on Hoth was beyond her. She found no answers in the infinite stream of the Force, only the incessant insistence that she was still very much in danger. She reached out around her, searching for a sign of malice that would signal the presence of her pursuers.Ice Bound Power by SlingBlade87
Once more she felt the beckoning call from what had once been called Echo Base decades ago. It was that calling which had summoned her here to the icy planet and had resulted in her subsequent stranding when the Imperials destroyed her ship shortly after landing and beginning her investigation. For the moment, she pushed aside the call from the long abandoned base and focused on the immediacy of her surroundings, searching, sear
Imperial ManeuversImperial Maneuvers by SlingBlade87
"Control, shuttle Epion, we've finished sweeping the grid. No contacts reported."
"Received Epion, continue sweeping your search grid coordinating with shuttle Gallium to cross reference your sensor readings."
Ensign Fargo Delvin glanced over in exasperation at his copilot. This would make the fifth time they'd swept the asteroid field.
"Control, there's nothing out here. The Rebels are long gone by now request permission to discontinue search."
The reply from the controlling officer was crisp and cold. "Negative Epion, continue sensor sweeps. Control out."
Besides him, Delvin's copilot chuckled. "Nice try."
Delvin didn't say anything, turning instead to the shuttles communications board once more. "Alright, recalibrate the sensors and renew scans."
There was a grumble over the coms as the sensor operators in the rear compartment got the news. They didn't give voice to their annoyance though which Delvin had to commend them for. He certainly didn't have the patience to keep his mouth s
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Lessons in GenestealersCommissar Mauricius stared at the class of commissar cadets before him. So young, so fresh faced, so ignorant of the terrors they would face on the battle field and the darkness they would have to confront.
“Do you know anything about Genestealers?” asked Commissar Mauricius.
“They’re Tyrannid creatures, sir,” answered one of the bright-faced cadets.
“They are scouts for the hive fleet. A Genestealer infestation is normally followed by the arrival of the Tyrannid hive fleet in nearby space. But sometimes the hive fleet can take centuries to show up. Space is vast. The Imperium encountered Genestealers long before the Tyrannids first appeared.”
The Genestealers moved so quickly. Before the lieutenant could even raise a weapon, a Genestealer had sliced open his chest with its claw.
Commissar Mauricius looked with horror at the monstrous xenos. Blood poured down the carapace that covered its slender body. It’s pink head