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Star Wars Forums :: Star Wars Films :: Role-Playing / Creativity Board :: The Rim Alliance: a Star Wars fan fiction. « Page 2 of 2 Jump to page   Go     Author Topic: The Rim Alliance: a Star Wars fan fiction. (Read 190 times) thelastadmiral Back to the Light member is offline Joined: Jan 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 725 Location: Toronto, Canada Re: The Rim Alliance: a Star Wars fan fiction. « Reply #15 on Sept 9, 2009, 6:50am » (Well, a month late I suppose, but here's my new update. Anyway, I suppose I should clarify something now, if its not obvious already. This is a alternate universe story. It follows the films as canon, but not the EU, except where convieniant. It is basically a "what if," exploring the idea of an independent faction, neither Imperial nor Rebel, emerging on the Outer Rim. Also, this is a work in progress. I'm not entirely satisfied with the posts thus far, so may make additional edits over time.) Chapter 3: Turning point. Jason felt the ground shake under him, pitching him forward against the wall. The roar of the explosion thundered around him, and a cloud of dust billowed out over the yard. His ears still ringing, Jason scrambled to his feet. All around him soldiers were shouting, running back and forth. Officers were calling out orders. Suddenly one of the stormtroopers stepped in front of him and raised his blaster. Jason's hand darted to his holster, but found his blaster was missing. Their was a sudden flash of red fire, and the stormtrooper fell with a molten hole in his armor. Jason turned 'round, ears still ringing, to find some two dozen militiamen in brown robes and face scarves crawling through the wreckage of the barracks and the outer wall, laying down covering fire to pin the Imperials in place. He dropped flat, scrambling for his fallen blaster on the ground as more bolts flashed back and forth overhead. Somewhere, a heavy blaster canon opened fire, raking the yard and throwing chunks of hot earth and metal into the air to rain down upon the combatants. Somewhere, a thermal detonator exploded with a thunderous flash. Men screamed in pain and fear. Jason's hand found a blaster, not his own but one of the fallen stormtroopers'. He scrambled behind a small pile of rubble near the outer wall and began firing back. One, two, three troopers fell. The militia were outnumbered, but their enemies were shocked and surprised. Half the garrison had fallen without time to don their armor- some had died before they could draw a weapon. Smoke and dust swirled about the compound, laced with red bolts that seemed to fly out of the swirling cloud at random. It was impossible to see how many were still fighting. Someone grabbed Jason's arm and he whirled 'round, to find his blaster pointing into the face of the powerful old Trandoshan merc. who Cossan had selected to lead the assault. "Did you hear me soldier? Get up in that tower and take that damned canon out!" Jason nodded, pointing at his ears to indicate that his hearing was not a hundred percent right now. Then he scrambled to his feet and, keeping low, made his way towards the nearest flight of stairs and onto the outer wall. He scrambled quickly up, aware that another couple militiamen were following him. Keeping low, he made his way towards the base of the remaining tower, from which heavy blaster fire was still tearing into the militia men's position. At one point, he caught a glance of the city in the evening light, spread out almost to the horizon beyond the walls. In the distance, fires glowed red. That would be the Imperial ammunition stores, hit simultaneously by another strike team. For the first time, he began to really think that they might pull this off. If only the other two teams had reached their objectives... his thoughts were cut short as more blaster fire whizzed overhead, and he dropped flat, crawling into the shadow of the tower. He glanced up the ladder and through the hatch. Two army troopers, operating the canon. Niether had spotted him. He glanced at the two who had followed him, a scruffy youth with dirty blond hair and a young woman with a three inch scar along her right cheek. He noted the detonator in her hand, and gestured for her to toss it his way. He caught it, activated it, and tossed it into the base of the tower. Almost immediately one of the troopers spotted it. Shouting in alarm, he tried to grab the detonator, no doubt hoping to toss it over the wall and out of the compound before it went off. Jason promptly shot him through the hatchway, and he tumbled down the ladder. Unfortunately, the detonator fell with him, right back on to Jason's position. "Jump!" Scrambling up, he took a flying leap off the wall and back into the yard. He landed with thud, feeling pain shoot through his arm as the bone shattered. A moment later their was a roar and a flash of fire above him. He threw his hands over his head and crouched low, as with a great, screeching crack, the tower's superstructure broke free and came crashing down around him. * * * Governor Clause turned, hands on his head. He stared at his former friend, and he no longer recognized the man he saw. The former tech was now every inch a soldier, pointing a blaster at the governor's face. "You'll die here, you know that? They'll torture you." Cossan smiled. "Then I have nothing to lose." The Governor blinked. "I've spent 30 years on this planet, watching how your Empire treats its people. Waiting for a chance. And now, I am taking it. The rumors are no exaggeration. The Empire has suffered a disaster at Endor, perhaps an irreversable one. The Hutt's control on this planet is tenuous after the death of Jabba. It is time for the people of this world to govern their own fate." "You, are not a part of the Rebel Alliance?" Cossan shrugged. "I am my own man. Those who follow me do so because they want freedom, and they believe I can help them take it. That is all that matters." "Their are other bases on this planet. The armory, the outer settlements. Even if you win here, they'll send reinforcements." Cossan nodded. "Presuming my other strike teams have failed in their mission, then yes." "The Empire will retaliate." Clause almost hoped not. He would doubtless be removed from his position, perhaps even killed, for allowing such an uprising to occur. Cossan sighed. "That is indeed a risk. But think. The Emperor may be dead. In 24 hours, half the Galaxy will be in a state of Civil War or insurrection. Will the Empire spare a sizable force for some Outer Rim rock they only half-controlled to begin with?" Clause was about to reply, when their was a pounding on the door. Cossan gestured sharply. "Get in the corner, and keep low. One wrong move, you die." Clause crouched in the corner, hoping it was his men who came through the door, and that they shot this madman dead before he could take the governor hostage or simply shoot him on the spot. Cossan meanwhile crouched behind the desk, covering the door with his blaster but keeping an eye on his prisoner. Their was a moment's silence. The door was suddenly showered by sparks, then it collapsed with a flash in a pile of glowing metal shards. Cossan covered the entrance, shrouded in a cloud of white smoke. "Who goes there?" Their was another moment's silence, then a voice called out. "Tatooine Liberationist Militia here. Captain Wessel reporting, sir!" « Last Edit: Sept 13, 2009, 11:23am by thelastadmiral » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged "At an end your rule is, and not short enough it was". - Grand Master Yoda "Trust no one." - The X-Files Darth Nihilus Force Sensitive member is offline "He is a wound in the Force, more presence than flesh, and in his wake life dies… sacrificing itself Joined: Aug 2009 Gender: Male Posts: 19 Location: death star #3 Re: The Rim Alliance: a Star Wars fan fiction. « Reply #16 on Sept 12, 2009, 11:55am » is there anymore? this is good work....good job Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me. —The Sith Code thelastadmiral Back to the Light member is offline Joined: Jan 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 725 Location: Toronto, Canada Re: The Rim Alliance: a Star Wars fan fiction. « Reply #17 on Sept 13, 2009, 11:22am » Thanks, and yes there is more. The next chapter should wrap up the story of the Tattooine Rebellion. What if anything comes after that, I'm not yet sure. Also, I should point out that if the use of sleeping gas on a city in revolt seems a bit more merciful than the Empire's usual tactics, it is because the Planetary Governor is a captive and the Empire wants to end the situation and recover him alive. Chapter 4: Fires in the Desert. It was fully dark as the small squad moved out of the main buildings and back into the yard. The sound of blaster fire could still be heard nearby, the volume suggesting to Cossan that the fighting had spread into the city streets, but there was no sign of hostile forces inside the compound. None living, anyway. Some two dozen brown-cloaked militia men with blasters stood in the courtyard or fired outward from the parapet. The ground was littered with wreckage, the burnt-out husks of vehicles, and at least forty bodies. A few wounded were being tended to by a field medic in one corner of the compound. The walls shook as Cossan hurried towards them, leaving the Governor under the barrel of Captain Wessel's blaster pistol. Two of the men, he saw at a glance, were as good as dead. Blaster fire to the chest, unarmored, it was amazing they had not died instantly. Another was badly cut by shrapnel but seemed in no immediate danger. The other three were the members of Jason's improvised strike team, caught beneath the falling superstructure of the sentry tower. Jason himself was unconscious. The young woman next to him was drifting in and out, one arm crushed by the falling wreckage. The third looked much worse off. Cossan glanced at the man and then at the medic, who simply shook his head. With a sigh the General turned away. It brought a lot back. Thirty years in the dessert was a long time. He had almost forgotten how hard it was to lose men under one's command. A shout behind him caused him to wheel 'round. Just in time he ducked as the compound's outer gate exploded in a shower of molten debris. The Trandosian captain came hurrying over. "We've secured this place well enough, but the Empire's called in reinforcements. Half the city's in revolt, so it looks like our agents did their job, but they brought attack speeders up to the gate and cut right through the rebels outside. Heavy blaster canons, more than we have the power to deal with. We're also getting reports of Ties inbound." Cossan nodded. "Any reports from the other strike teams?" "Yes General. Beta team reports they have control of the water tanks. Gamma team is still fighting their way to the main power control station, but they've got the Empire pinned down there, and they haven't had to deal with reinforcements yet. The unit we sent after the shield generators has secured its objective as well, but the Empire sabotaged the control systems. Delta Team however has not reported back in." Damn. That was bad. Delta team had been sent to seize the main communications facility, in an effort to impede any attempt by the Empire to call in reinforcements, and also to highjack the transmitters for the militia's own purposes. If they had failed in achieving their objective, it was still possible that the Imperial forces in the city might rally, and it would be much more difficult to incite a planet-wide uprising. Worse, with the Mos Eisly theatre shields still inoperative, they were open to indiscriminant orbital bombardment if the Empire decided the city wasn't worth retaking intact. More blaster fire from the street flooded into the compound. This place was a death trap, and it was clearly the Imperial Garrison hoped to pin his forces here until the Ties could bomb them out. Without air support his unit had no chance of holding this place. "Where are the air wings?" The old Trandosian's gruff voice answered. "Captain Tanik and his escorts hit the main hangers outside the city centre, General. They couldn't stop all the Ties from launching however. He also reports a Carrack Cruiser in low orbit, General. It is launching Ties, and he is currently moving to engage." "That wasn't supposed to be there," the General muttered. He glanced about the courtyard. His men were still fighting, and the rioters and militia in the street outside were pouring fire into the Imperial column as well if the sounds he was hearing were any indication. Tatooine was a rough city, everyone carried a weapon, and most hated the Empire. His men had set off a firestorm, and the others saw their chance to rebel and joined in. But the Imperial reinforcements could still be heard advancing up to the gate. Even as he watched, a missile roared into the compound and blew apart one of the main buildings, showering the militiamen in shrapnel again. Cossan ducked and shielded his eyes, and when he looked up again, the Trandosian was lying at his feet, bloody and missing one eye. The General knelt beside him, but his friend was already dead. Scrambling to his feet again, he pulled out his com link and activated the general communications frequency. "All units, pull back. Get the wounded out." He paused, hating the order he was about to give. "Leave the dead." Three Imperial Tie Bombers and two fighter escorts came roaring down out of the hot Tattooine night, closing rapidly on the compound below. Smoke billowed dark into the sky, blocking out the stars, lit below with the red flames from the streets below. Locking onto his target below, the squad leader signaled the speeder column below. "All clear down their?" "All clear. Release your payload." "Bombers, release payload on my mark: three, two, one... now!" The bombs fell shrieking through the night, landing in a rough triangle around the compound. Three flashes of light, and the bombs released a cloud of knockout gas, flooding the compound and the surrounding streets. A greyish-green mist settled over the city streets. The flashing of blasters ceased, and the streets fell quiet. Only the Imperials were protected from the cloud, wearing gas masks and, in the case of the stormtroopers, fully sealed body armor. « Last Edit: Sept 13, 2009, 11:25am by thelastadmiral » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged "At an end your rule is, and not short enough it was". - Grand Master Yoda "Trust no one." - The X-Files « Page 2 of 2 Jump to page   Go     Forum Jump--------------------» Home--------------------» Star Wars Films--------------------- Episode I: The Phantom Menace- Episode II: Attack of the Clones- Episode III: Revenge of the Sith- Episode IV: A New Hope- Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back- Episode VI: Return of the Jedi- Animation: The Clone Wars--------------------» Other Star Wars Boards--------------------- Other Star Wars Topics- Before/After the Movies (EU)- Star Wars Games- Star Wars Trivia- Fanart & Fanfilm Board- Role-Playing / Creativity Board--------------------» Site Boards--------------------- Announcements & Updates --- The Jedi Archives- Newbie Board- Site Suggestions & Help- Social Board- Life, The Universe & Everything- Forum Games & Fun