Stories

Chapter One: A hopeful Gamble

The dark light cast strange shadows over the conference table, which hosted the Rebel High Command. They were meeting in system THX-1138 in the Rebel flagship Sovereign, to discuss the Confederation's build up in the Matar system. Admiral Clausewitz spoke. "We need to strike a blow that would cripple them just enough so that they would still attack Turin V, but they would not have a chance of succeeding. What would you suggest?" "What if we lost this suggested battle," said Y'Gul', Capt. of the Sovereign, "we would lose the war. You know very well that the loss of one cruiser would spell doom for the Rebellion." "But we can't send in civilians, it would cost far to much and they would definitely fail. Unless of course we sent in..." "No!" Y'Gul' interrupted, "He is the most important asset to the rebellion, if we lose him, we lose ourselves" Clausewitz replied "He is the only one for the job, he has preformed at least 100 assassinations, and above all destroyed the alien cruiser, what has he got to lose? I know that we can't lose him, but we can't go on like this, one more hard blow from the Confederation will kill us, and the build up in Matar and attack on Turin V is impending so we must do something." "We can at least try to talk him into getting a real warship, that Kestrel won't hold up against half the Confed Navy, and I will be the one to tell him, he trusts me more than anyone in the Rebellion." Said Y'Gul', depressingly. "Then it is decided." A bottle of wine from Difidia was brought out and a toast- was made, and with that, the three leaders dispersed and returned to Palshife.

Chapter Two: The Tyrant

Dawson was sitting in the captain's quarters in the R.S.S. Avenger, recalling the last few days he had spent in the uninhabited systems off Spica, pillaging pirates. It had been extremely successful, 3 Kestrels, 1 Corvette, 5 Clippers, and 4 Argosys, all in 1 day. "Capt. to the bridge" came over the intercom. When entered the room, the Capt. of a manta was on the veiwscrean, saying that Col. Y'Gul' would wish to speak with Dawson in person. "Permission granted" replied Dawson. As he waited for the manta to dock, he looked out at the 360-degree panorama from the bridge. Spica, in the rear, was shrouded with blue clouds, a beautiful red and orange nebula rounded the whole right side of the bridge, and Spica's sun was in the foreground. To the right, the black vacuum of space. Col. Y'Gul' came in to the room, and Dawson motioned for the rest of the crew to leave. They sat down at a table, under a 10X10 map of the known galaxy. Most of which was green. "Wow, that green spreads more and more every time I visit this ship" Stated Y'Gul'. "Hey, they don't call me the Tyrant for nothing" "Well, the reason I'm here is because the Rebellion wants you to add even more green" "And wear do you want me to apply this green" "To the airspace of Sol..."