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Star Wars: Side Trip

 

Disclaimer: I am not George Lucas, nor do I own any part of Lucasart, or the novel's of Timothy Zahn from which this story originates. This is a fanwork.

 

The assignment was simple: transfer to a new base at Deslor. But that was before now. That was before they were jumped. And of course before they were pulled out of hyperspace by an Interdictor Cruiser's gravity wells. But of course, Rouge squadron knew the drill. Two torpedo volley's and twelve TIE's later, they were back to being alone. But Wedge had questions. Why was it sitting here? Why was it alone? Was there anyone else? And was it for them, or someone else?

In the briefing room, Wedge addresses his pilots. “Alright, here's what we've got. New Republic Intel has told us that the ship was a remnant of Grand Admiral Thrawn's forces. But that still doesn't tell us why it had its gravity well projectors up. Any idea's?” Corran Horn stood up. “It would appear that it was waiting for something to go to that base, but was not anticipating us to show up, thus the lack of Imperial support.” “Very good Corran, but until we can confirm that, we don't know if that's true. But the thought makes sense. Until we get that info though, we've already been given our counterattack.

We're to strike at this out fit yard.” Tycho Clechu works the holoprojector and out comes the image of a planet. “The service yard's of Norvasan are a staple of Thrawn's mainline ships for repair. We cannot guarantee what will be there, but whatever is there will likely be in a state of ill readiness. This will be a hit and fade, so no deep engagements with TIE's people. The station holds thirteen turbolasers, ten heavy lasers, ten quad-cannons, and two concussion missile launchers. But of course, the ships will be prime for torpedo runs, and the station is large enough so that the return fire won't be too bad. We have ten hours until we leave, and the simulaters have the mission package on them already. Good luck gentlemen, and may the force be with you.”

 

Upon arrival in system, Rouge Squadron sees that the yard is operating as normal, and the cruiser they had attacked was in the dock. “S-foils to attack position. Ready for assault.” The X-wings swoop in, lining up on the station. “Ready torpedo's, fire two at a time on my command. Corran, Ooryl, fire four seconds afterwards.” “Yes sir.” Three, two, one, mark.” The torpedoes streak in, delivering a crushing blow on the station. TIE's swarm the field,and they find themselves in a head to head with them. “Remember this is a hit and fade.” Shots fire from both sides, and by the end of the pass, seven TIE's lay destroyed. The TIE's loop around, but each pilot avoids engagement. They line up on the Interdictor Cruiser. “Let's do another torpedo run, that cruiser is too good a weapon to leave salvageable. Same pattern as before.” They fire their torpedoes, and they completely destroy the cruiser. “Now would be the time to leave. Get on your hyperspace vector and jump when you get the chance.” Soon after, they all leave the system.

 

“Great mission Gentlemen. I am happy to report no losses, and the destruction of an Interdictor Cruiser for the Empire. All has gone well, but we have been given a new task. We are now going to be pulling escort duty.” A chorus of moans comes from the pilots. “You know as well as I that we need to keep these supplies safe, even if it is boring. We'll be leaving for Couruscant in twelve hours, and from there we will be on the transport towards Sulis Van. Until then, stow your gear and get comfy in your X-wings. Good luck gentlemen, and may the force be with you.