Into the Black: The Alliance Strikes Back! · 9:48pm Apr 8th, 2013
So I got this PM from darkangel_31314. He wrote a fan fic of my fan fic. It's his take on the Dratali invasion of Avol. It's pretty cool, so Here you guys go
Near Avol, a report was received by a gloved hand on the Bridge of a massive Battleship. A female voice purred on word of the expected arrival of the Dratali fleet. Orders were given in a hushed whisper, and ships from a nearby star system assembled.
Three days... Right on Que, the Dratali fleet was assembled. They had spent the morning completing final preparations for the final jump to their new target. In the holds of the troopships, Prayers were said, weapons readied, they were ready to kill for the cause.
Their Faster-Than-Light (FTL) capable fighters were launched and assembling at the head of the fleet which was maneuvering into battle formation. When all were accounted for, the Gunboat leading them reported to the Flagship; "My Lord, we are in position, all fighters accounted for."
On said Flagship, one of the largest in the Dratali armada, the Lord gave the final command to proceed with the countdown to Jump. On the command, the fighters leapt away, followed by the warships, then the troopships with their own escorts.
Near Avol the fleet emerged from FTL. The comms channels were soon filled with commands and reports as the fighters spread out to clear the path for the fleet as their engines glowed to life and began the burn to take them into a descending orbit toward the lush green world and its attendant moon, shining silver in the depths of space, reflecting the light of its nearby star.
From one Wing Leader: "Oddball, do you copy?"
"Roger, Bravo Leader."
"Mark my position and form your squad up behind me."
From another Wing Leader: "Red Wing, Standing By. All Fighters report in."
And a third: "All ships assume Attack Formation."
On the gunboat leading them, the sensors became confused. The officer watching the console reported this.
"What?" The Commander walked over. "What do you mean you're reading large amounts of Magic? That's why we're here!"
"That's just it, Lord! The moon is reading that it has a shield!"
He stared at the display, then out the forward viewports, seeing the magic rippling and bubbling across its surface like a boiling cauldron. Horror soon come over his face. "... I think we're in trouble... Bring us about!"
"Lord?"
"I said bring us about! Emergency Power to the aft shields! All ships: Break-Break-Break!"
On command, the wave of fighters headed for Avol broke formation, like water spraying onto a wall. The warships soon followed with the commander of the Lead cruiser barking rapid-fire over alarm klaxons: "Evasive Maneuvers! Reverse Engines; Full Astern!"
It became apparent their plan was horribly awry when the Fleet Commander's aide reported: "My Lord! We have Enemy Capital Ships! Bearing Two-Seven-Five!" They were quickly shown on the hologram display showing the relative positions of the fleet. It consisted of an Alliance Battleship and several escorts in formation with a number of large, alien wedge-shaped ships. Their size and obvious firepower showed them to be Battleships of some type. Their position relative to his fleet appeared to pin them against the unknown magic of Avol's moon.
To him it made things abundantly clear: "It's a Trap!"
The Leader of Green Wing immediately reported; "Fighters, straight ahead!"
A massive wave of small, dagger-shaped one-man interceptors mixed with the Alliance Escort fighters emerged from the newly appeared fleet on a head-on course for the Dratali fleet.
"Oh, I have a bad feeling about this!" Another pilot reported as the two sides clashed in flashes of emerald burst-fire particle lasers from the alien ships and the red beams and pulses from the Dratali and Alliance ships.
"There's... too many of them!" A fighter pilot screamed as he was vaporized.
On the Gunboat the Commander soon had a hold of himself. "All Fighters; Accelerate to Attack Speed! Try and draw their fire away from the Troopships!"
The Dratali fighters soon looped back toward their own fleet, engaging the alien fighters that began to swarm over them.
The Alliance fighters they could handle, however the alien ships were a different story. They were small, unshielded, with little or no armor protection, but they were fast, very agile with no excess mass to redirect when changing course... and of course, there were simply so many of them. Their rapid-fire guns could easily wear down Dratali shields and stitch bursts of ionized plasma across a hull and shatter the invader's fighters. It made them dangerous... and to top it all off the pilots were down-right mean!
On the lead warship, a massive monster slightly larger than the largest Dratali Warship by a considerable margin, a black-robed shape smiled at a report from her Flag Officer that they were in attack position.
"Signal the Alliance Flotilla to remain in formation. We will hold here."
"Master?" The feline alien in black uniform looked to her Master.
The alien Master was vulpine, showing sharp fangs under glowing emerald eyes as she grinned at the flashes of light out the transparent armor of the Bridge viewports, at the battle quickly unfolding before them. "We are here to simply keep them from escaping. An old friend of mine has a nasty surprise for our unwelcome guests..."
Looping back past a Destroyer, the Dratali Gunboat found itself being assailed from all sides by these darting, flimsy yet dangerous fighters. The Destroyer itself was fighting for its own life, vaporizing entire squadrons only to have another 10% of its shields lowered by a single strafing run. Energy bolts were flying everywhere, fighters on both sides vanishing in red and white puffs of flame as their oxygen supply was consumed by the explosions that doomed their pilots to the great beyond.
The warships weren’t having a time of it either, as the lead cruiser was nearly stopped dead by anti-ship missiles punching through weakened shields to explode in their crew decks. A second volley opened up their engineering section to space, crippling her.
The Commander barked commands to accompanying fighters, directing them toward enemy clusters and warning when an enemy squadron was pressing on another of their warships.
The aliens were skimming the shields of Dratali ships to protect themselves from enemy anti-fighter fire, hammering Dratali fighters and draining a warships shields whenever they had the opportunity. Their diligence paid off as a battle cruiser found its conning tower ripped off by a near-sustained volley of anti-ship missiles released by successive waves of Alliance fighters. The burning ship began a slow roll before secondary explosions neatly snapped it in half.
The danger to such maneuvers was apparent when more than one fighter became smeared across a ship's shields or even hull by moving too close, resulting in a collision. A single puff of flame and then nothing.
It was during such a maneuver to clear heretic fighters off an Escort Frigate, and avoiding ramming it in the process, that the Commander noticed something odd about the unfolding space battle: "Only the fighters are attacking, I wonder what those heretic capital ships are waiting for?"
He soon got his answer when someone on the planet below heard a female voice purr into her ear from the aether; "Fire at Will, My Daughter!"
She complied.
The moon rippled. Truly obscene amounts of magic came to life and encased the silvery orb. A bulge of pure white appeared, moving across the surface to face a Dratali Battleship, then unleashing a knife-like beam that sliced into its underside. A blast erupted from the ruptured hull, the internal oxygen ignited, sweeping up corridors to literally incinerate the crew and insides of the ship before blowing outward to encase the ship in a tremendous fireball that concealed a second, much larger blast that blew the massive ship into three pieces. The stern section containing the engines and main power core soon exploded as the core ruptured and touched off the fuel stores, leaving two large chunks of burning wreckage drifting through the battlefield.
The Gunboat Commander cursed under his breath. "That blast came from the moon! Its some kind of superweapon!" He called the Flagship for orders, only to hear confusion before the Fleet Commander could yell out a command;
"All Ships, Prepare to Retreat! We're withdrawing! Prepare to Jump!"
"My Lord! We won't get another chance at this!"
"We have no choice! Our Adepts can't repel power of that magnitude!"
He was briefly interrupted by another blast that vaporized a troopship in a single shot.
"-I say again; move closer to the enemy fleet! Engage those Heretics at point-blank range!"
The Fleet Commander fired back in surprise: "At that range we won't last long against those Battleships!"
"We'll last longer than we will against whatever is using that moon as a weapon! And we might just take a few of them with us!"
The Gunboat commander put words to action, skimming the prow of one of the leading ships, engaging desperate fire with pursuing fighters and with the defensive guns on the superstructure before him.
The enemy fighters continued the pursuit, soon squeezing the Dratali fighters between them and the battleships' defensive guns. Soon more fire was added to the mix, as the battle devolved into a bloody melee as the ships soon intermixed, exchanging point-blank fire, blowing open chunks of ships on both sides.
The Lunar Goddess was a patient one, and quite precise in her measurements. She was known for preferring to use an older calculating machine to ensure her numbers were correct down to the third decimal place. She let this be known, picking off the Dratali Flagship between two allied Battleships, sending its front half drifting into the guns of a third.
The Gunboat Commander was now in overall command of one of the most powerful Dratali fleets that was even now breaking under the strain, caught between a magic of obscene proportions and a ruthless Xeno Race that sacrificed their fighter pilots wholesale to inflict as much damage on their opponents as possible.
He had no other choice but to preserve what forces he had left for another battle. As the one who gave the order he would accept the dishonor.
He needed to give the order to retreat, but the enemy fleet was blocking their path. He studied the hologram and found one hope.
He pointed to one of the largest ships in the alien formation, the one with a known weakness - the Alliance Flagship. "All Ships! Concentrate all fire on the Alliance Battleship!"
A brutal exchange of fire later, the enemy ship was forced to break from formation, leaking gasses and flames from several hull breaches. The Dratali survivors then took the chance and made their escape jumps.
It took another hour for those ships that couldn't escape to be destroyed, although a few were captured, their crews being taken prisoner by their as-yet un-named, new enemy.
Must resist urge to post Star Wars video quote...
My story:
The End
Yes, very Return of the Jedi-ish, though I wonder who the mysterious race was... Luna's mother? Changelings?
991813 No idea.
991676 hmm seems reasonable. she does have time to prepare the sun to place it in that quadrant.
991823 And which quadrant is that? The problem with that plan is that they don't know exactly where they're going to arrive.
To many star wars references hrk!!!
991865 But it's funny!
Okay... ridiculous amounts of Star Wars referances aside, this was pretty interesting.
991980 It really is more of a parody to ItB and Star wars. I laughed
991990
I actually had to restrain myself from referring to the Xeno battleships as 'Star Destroyers'...
I meant it to be funny, a parody that I typed up the rough in less than half an hour. I just couldn't help myself!
oh wow, I can only imagine that those smaller ships were actually UAV's being controlled through simulators
991837 indeed but they know the enemy is coming they can make best guess then have the sun placed in the needed interval for the dratli arrival. if wrong they still have thier other chances and tactics.
992067 And throw off Avol's solar/lunar cycle.
992089 considering that the cycle is already simulated and controlled by the princesses. I think they can deal. I mean they survived an extra day of night due to the return of Nightmare Moon.
Damn I love a good space battle.
REFERENCES! SO MANY REFERENCES TO STAR WARS!
DEATH STAR!
ACKBAR SAYING "ITS A TRAP"!
I CAN'T RESIST SHOUTING!
SQUEEEEEEEEEE!
Its not just a moon, its LUNAS MOON!!!!
*cue epic space battle for good measure*
The stakes have been set, now its your turn shirotora to deliver.
993357 HOW DARE YOU ACNOWLEDGE THE EXISTANCE OF THOSE PREQUELS!!!
993358 Only because of epic battles. Other then that, meh.
Why Celestia nor fire her SUN LAZOR?
993370 Fine, I'll let you live for now.
993518 Why waste power on a small recon force? Also, no need to let the enemy know about the "full" strength.
993948 I have been graced with the right to live on!
994279
True, true.
Ha star wars ftw
993518 Because Luna is SO MUCH MORE AWESOME!!!!!
A fan fic of a fan fic.... WE NEED TO GO DEEPER
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