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tatooine_doofus"Unidentified Rebel command cruiser, I am Lord Shadowspawn," the voice intoned through the holoprojection as Luke watched from aboard Justice, his ship. "You have defeated us. I respectfully request permission to board, that I may formally treat for the lives of my men."
Then the image flickered out. "General?" the Mon Cal admiral said. "It seems congratulations are in order."
Luke shook his head as he watched the warloard's shuttle approach. "Not yet." The plan had gone without a hitch--the marauders above Mindor has been overwhelmed, and not a single Imperial craft had escaped the perimeter. Justice was now in orbit about the marauder base. "When was the last time a battle went exactly as planned?"
"How am I am to offer surrender when our eyes have not met?" Shadowspawn continued, voice deep and implacable, if a little melodramatic. "Pray indulge this one humble request from a defeated foe; do not force me to deliver the lives of my men unto some figment of my hopes for mercy."
Luke knew the voice on that recording. It sounded a bit like Vader, though that was clearly impossible..."Blackhole," he said finally, shaking his head. "He was an Emperor's Hand, though these raids aren't really his style--he was more theatrical--" his eyes went wide. "And he never did his dirty work in person."
He raced toward the tactical display--the shuttle that that Shadowspawn was allegedly aboard was moving entirely too fast. "Project his course," Luke ordered. "Assuming constant acceleration--" the officer murmured, pushing some buttons. Luke's face went pale as the Justice was completely enveloped by the shuttle's trajectory. "Order marines to the landers and all hands to environmental suits," he barked, striding across the deck and pulling flight suits out. "Lock targeting on that shuttle and prepare to launch torpedoes."
The admiral sputtered. "But that shuttle is unarmed!"
"It is a weapon," Luke said grimly. "It's a flying bomb. Fire."
The shuttle vanished under the barrage of turbolaser fire, but didn't explode. It shaped into a single plane of white, flashing outward at lightspeed and whipped through the Justice's shield without resistance. It also whipped through its armor, hull, and internal structure.
And the ship fell apart.
Luke didn't even have time to have more than a bad feeling about this.
[OOC: Um. Oops? Taken from Shadows of Mindor, by Matthew Stover. Truncated version of book to follow later!]
Then the image flickered out. "General?" the Mon Cal admiral said. "It seems congratulations are in order."
Luke shook his head as he watched the warloard's shuttle approach. "Not yet." The plan had gone without a hitch--the marauders above Mindor has been overwhelmed, and not a single Imperial craft had escaped the perimeter. Justice was now in orbit about the marauder base. "When was the last time a battle went exactly as planned?"
"How am I am to offer surrender when our eyes have not met?" Shadowspawn continued, voice deep and implacable, if a little melodramatic. "Pray indulge this one humble request from a defeated foe; do not force me to deliver the lives of my men unto some figment of my hopes for mercy."
Luke knew the voice on that recording. It sounded a bit like Vader, though that was clearly impossible..."Blackhole," he said finally, shaking his head. "He was an Emperor's Hand, though these raids aren't really his style--he was more theatrical--" his eyes went wide. "And he never did his dirty work in person."
He raced toward the tactical display--the shuttle that that Shadowspawn was allegedly aboard was moving entirely too fast. "Project his course," Luke ordered. "Assuming constant acceleration--" the officer murmured, pushing some buttons. Luke's face went pale as the Justice was completely enveloped by the shuttle's trajectory. "Order marines to the landers and all hands to environmental suits," he barked, striding across the deck and pulling flight suits out. "Lock targeting on that shuttle and prepare to launch torpedoes."
The admiral sputtered. "But that shuttle is unarmed!"
"It is a weapon," Luke said grimly. "It's a flying bomb. Fire."
The shuttle vanished under the barrage of turbolaser fire, but didn't explode. It shaped into a single plane of white, flashing outward at lightspeed and whipped through the Justice's shield without resistance. It also whipped through its armor, hull, and internal structure.
And the ship fell apart.
Luke didn't even have time to have more than a bad feeling about this.
[OOC: Um. Oops? Taken from Shadows of Mindor, by Matthew Stover. Truncated version of book to follow later!]
