The Terminus-class destroyer had always been my favourite, the heavy fire power it could deal out brought most other ships to the brink. Now having been assigned to another one after the catastrophe that was the Ascendant Spear was a great honour, even more so because I was getting to serve under a Dark Council member this time, Darth Marr. Darth Karrid may have had the advantage of the upgraded Terminus, essentially a super weapon, but Marr, in my opinion anyhow, was a much better strategist. Hopefully that would pay off as we pursued the emperor from Ziost and now into Wild Space.
Darth Marr had managed to form an alliance of sorts between Empire and Republic alike in pursuit of the Emperor. While personally I wouldn’t have done this, I trusted Marr to lead us. The crew was abuzz, busy preparing for guest, a guest that wasn’t exactly someone we were excited to see, a Jedi master, Master Serrocco. Fortunately I wasn’t selected for the greeting party, instead continuing on various weapon preparations. War was coming and we all knew it.
Shortly after the Jedi arrival orders were issued to fire upon a probe, probe firing protocols were immediately put in place, we were going to take this thing out. Gunners did their jobs, tracking and firing at the probe, each shot appearing to close in on the probe, but to no avail. The probe stole its way through our firing patterns and quickly made it out of range. Never before had I seen a probe or vessel of that size with such maneuverability and pure speed. Rarely was nervousness something that affected me, but right now with my CO looking over my shoulder I was in a cold sweat. Seeing his glare in the reflection of my monitor was a look that stirred me to nausea. This was on me and I knew it, my job was simple, but not, apparently the firing sequences were too slow. Nothing could be done now though, the probe got away, which likely meant trouble.
Alarms started blaring, “What’s going on?” our CO said as he holo’d the bridge.
The response was blunt, “It’s begun…..”
Suddenly the hustle to take down that probe felt slow compared to the race which just began. As quickly as could be done I changed our weapon systems to fire with maximum power, we had to punch a hole through the enemy shields. The sheer number of ships they had brought into battle though…. “Sir” I said, my voice quivering with fear, “we are outnumbered, their shields aren’t even…..”
Interrupted, gunner after gunner yelled out. We were losing cannons fast, too fast. Looking at my monitor, the situation became clear, the power was there for our weapon systems, but the cannons were simply gone, blown off. Too make matter worse, shields were nearly down.
Abandoning our posts regardless of the dire situation was not an option, die in battle or die by execution. Needless to say unless an order was given else wise, we were going down with the ship. None of us were willing to be labeled as cowards, our families counted on us to follow our orders till the end.
Sitting at our posts, know our demise was all but imminent ship wide comms came to life, “Attention, shields are failing and the enemy has us surrounded, Evacuate now, while you still can!” Relief washed over us, as well as a great sense of urgency, we may yet live to see another day!
Rushing to the escape pods we were greeted by Sergeant Dol, “That way!” he yelled, pointing down the corridor to our left, “Enemy reinforcements have that way blocked!” Most of us went in that direction, a few stayed to help the Sergeant build a makeshift barricade to slow the enemy advancement.
Arriving at the escape pods, adrenaline fuelling me now, I hopped in one, right behind me Dol jumped in slamming his hand on the launch button. The airlock sealing shut I could see why he acted that fast, behind him was a squad of skytroopers.
“The others?” I questioned.
Replying with an almost devastated look, but clear hatred as well “They didn’t make it, the barricade didn’t hold long enough.”
The pod launched, boosters activated. With no planet, let alone a habitable on in site, this could be a long stay. “Hopefully not too long” I thought. Dol was certainly thinking the same thing. We had enough supplies and life support to last a month, that was for 8 though, so we had much longer with only 2 of us. Other pods may not be quite so fortunate. A chance to fight another day though made our circumstances brighter, much brighter than those we had just lost.
“Here’s to another day, another fight.” I said.
Dol echoed, “Another day, Another fight, we will avenge.”