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From: [e-mail] (William Gracie)
Date: 17 Jan 95 10:07:46
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                        STAR WARS
                       CHAPTER VII
                          A NEW ENEMY... (pt6)
                           by
                        Raymond N. Cooper


   "Damage report, Mister LaForge." Picard sat slumped in his chair on the
battle bridge.  Even here, impact damage had caused wall plates to jump out of
their brackets, cluttering up the floor.  Wires hung down from the ceiling,
sparking, fizzling.  Data sat at Ops, trying to bring the ship's drift under
control; Worf stood at Tactical, banging his console when it wouldn't target
the enemy.
   "Well, Captain, I think the Enterprise may have had it if they come back for
another go at us.  We've lost all warp beyond warp three, we have no impulse
engines, our main phaser banks are down, life support is at forty-two percent,
and we have massive structural problems in the primary hull.  And, on top of
all that, we may be facing a warp core breach.  The containment fields are
failing."
   "Is there any problem with the secondary hull?"
   "No, sir.  Apart from the life support and impulse engine bit, we're all
right here.  They targeted the primary hull."
   "Keep me informed, Mister LaForge."
   "Aye sir." The comm line went dead.
   "Mister Worf, any guesses as to why they stopped firing on us?"
   "Yes, Captain.  I believe they may have been firing at the saucer section as
that was where most of the life signs and firing weapons were located.  They
only disabled our impulse engines on both sections so we couldn't escape.  They
most likely stopped firing at us because we pose no threat to them now.They...
have no honour, Captain."
   "Quite right, Mister Worf.  Can you see any way of getting us out of here?"
   "I believe Mister LaForge mentioned that we might have a warp core breach
very soon.  I suggest we jettison the core at the enemy, and raise our shields
to as high as we can.  Perhaps the Grissom can help us by reinforcing our
shields."
   "Excellent idea, Mister Worf.  Make it so, Number One."
   "Aye, sir."  Riker opened a channel to Engineering, and began to talk to
Geordi LaForge while Worf reconfigured the shields, and contacted the Grissom.

   "Captain, I have the Grissom's Captain on the line."
   "Thank you, Mister Worf."  Picard turned to the main screen.  "Hello,Captain
Chekov.  We know you've been busy, and I thank you for that now.  We may have a
way of ridding us of this enemy, but we're going to need you're help to carry
it out."
   On the screen, Chekov answered.  "We would be most happy to help, Captain.
It is the wish of every ship in Starfleet to come to the Enterprise's aid."
   Picard smiled.  "We are approaching a warp core breach as our containment
fields are failing.  We are going to jettison our warp core at one of the enemy
vessels.  Hopefully, this should make them think twice about staying in combat.
 We will need your ship's shields to augment our own, so both ships can survive
the blast.  Will you help?"
   Chekov gave an order to fire to someone off the screen.  "We'll only be too
happy to help, Captain.  When should we join our shields?"
   "We'll give you notification of when we're ready, Captain.  But if you could
move into a covering position... just so they think you're defending a doomed
ship...?"
   "Of course, Captain.  We'll be there in a minute.  Chekov out."
   The line closed, and Picard turned to Worf.  "Let's hope this works then."
   Worf stared silently at his console.
                       ******

   Tyran stared out at the ships, first at the one called Grissom, then at the
one called Enterprise.  He knew something was up, but he didn't know what.  As
he stared, the Grissom swung around to cover the larger Enterprise from any
attacks that might come its way.
   Larod smiled grimly at Tyran.  "We have them on the run, Admiral."
   "Don't be so sure," Tyran murmured, stroking his chin.  "That ship the
Grissom is moving to cover should know its not in any danger at the moment;for
that matter, so should the Grissom.  They should be trying to turn our
attention from the crippled vessel, not direct it towards them."
   Larod peered down into the pit at Tactical.  "Give me a scan of the
cripple."
   Tactical turned away.  "The upper hull is empty of all life forms.  The
secondary hull seems to be experiencing some kind of anti-matter problem."
   Larod turned back to his Admiral.  "There.  Their engine is about to
detonate.  The Grissom is simply evacuating the personel."
   "Then why are there no shuttles?" Tyran asked quietly.  Larod turned back to
the window.  "No, Captain.  Those ships are planning a last ditch manoeuvre,
possibly either sacrificing the larger ship, or ejecting the engine.  I think
we should pull back.  Are the escape co-ordinates still locked into the slave
computer?"
   This last sentence was spoken to a Lieutenant in the pit.  He nodded.
   "Take us out of here, Captain."
   Larod faced the command pit crew.  "Prepare for the jump to hyperspace.
Emergency jump co-ordinates Alpha.  Inform the Hammerhead and the Lodestone to
switch over to their slave circuits immediately."
   A chorus of "Aye, sir," came from below the Captain.  "I hope you're right,
Admiral.  This won't go down too well with the rest of the Captains."
   "Oh, I'm right, Captain.  T'Ruffen is ours.  The stormtroopers will see to
that.  And, anyway, we have enough ground vehicles to withstand a long seige,
at least until we can return."
   The Grissom fired again, this time at the Deathwing, rocking the great ship
from side to side.  Panels loosened from the impact and sudden change in
internal gravity structures, and twelve turbolasers failed.  The tractor beam
generators also shut down.  The Enterprise was free, but it couldn't go
anywhere anyway.
   Tactical noticed the shields of the two enemy vessels link, meld, join into
each other.  He brought this to the attention of his superior.
   "Admiral, the enemy are joining their shields.  I believe they are going to
make their last stand.  Should we discontinue the jump?"

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From: [e-mail] (William Gracie)
Date: 17 Jan 95 10:08:32
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                        STAR WARS
                       CHAPTER VII
                          A NEW ENEMY... (pt7)
                           by
                        Raymond N. Cooper


   Tyran paused.  "No, Lieutenant.  Continue with your previous orders."
   Larod stared out at the twin ships.  He could see the shields flare into
visibility, small dots whipping around the two vessels.  "Admiral... if this is
their last stand, why are we running?"
   "They plan to do something.  I'm sure they'll eject their anti-matter
engine.  We really need one of those to study.  They'll try and destroy us with
that."
   "But, Admiral..."
   "But nothing, Captain!  The Rebels defeated us at Draffyd-4 by throwing a
laboratory anti-matter pod at us.  It destroyed them also, but this is a
different galaxy... They may have found a way to shield themselves from an
anti-matter explosion.  We haven't.
   "We go."
   "Sir!  They have launched a pod at us!"
   "Make the jump now!" Tyran roared.
   The Deathwing leapt into hyperspace, followed by the Lodestone, but the
Hammerhead was too slow, catching the detonation from the ejected warp core.
The massive wedge-shaped ship spun out of control, life-support failing,
engines spurting random bursts before dying.  Escape pods ejected from the
superstructure, heading for the colony below.  Finally, one whole minute after
the detonation, the Star Destroyer broke up in a blaze of nuclear death,
matching a supernova in intensity and heat.
   The two Federation ships were buffeted by the debris, some of which was
quite large.  To the crew of the ships, it seemed as if the ship itself was
being torn apart.
   The battle bridge of the Enterprise was in the process of becoming even more
damaged.  Consoles ripped themselves free from the floor, and the crew were
scattered like ninepins.  Picard slapped his comm badge.
   "Damage report!"
   Geordi, from Engineering, linked in first.  "Warp drive is off-line.  We
have some power back on impulse, shields are down to twelve percent, structure
is compromised on decks 38 and 39, and we are no longer in for any trouble from
a containment breach.  The warp core successfully ejected."
   For once, Picard thought silently.  He didn't have time to act on what he
had just been told as Doctor Beverly Crusher joined in.
   "We have injuries on deck 31, Captain.  We also have... twelve casulties."
   Silence descended upon the battle bridge.  Worf thumped his console.
   "Tactical is on-line, Captain.  The Grissom survived the blast.  We managed
to destroy one of our enemies.  The other two escaped before the core could
detonate."
   Picard turned to Ops.  "Mister Data?"
   "Geordi was correct with his status report.  We do have impulse engines
on-line, Captain.  We can manage one-quarter impulse."
   "At that speed, it would take us sixty-four years to reach the closest
Starbase, Mister Data."
   "Correct, sir.  But you seem to be forgetting the cargo of the Farrgut."
   "Cargo?  I didn't know it had any cargo.  Any that was relevant to the here
and now, Mister Data."
   "It did, sir.  At the moment, it is carrying four dormant warp cores.  With
one of these, we could repair the warp drive, install the core, activate it,
and give pursuit to these self called... Imperials."
   Picard paused.  "How soon before the Farragut arrives?"
   Data consulted his console.  "Approximately two hours ten minutes, Captain."
   "Inform me when they arrive."
   Riker looked up from the conn, where he had been studying engine
responsiveness.  "Where are you going, sir?"
   Picard turned to his First Officer.  His face was drawn, his legs were
shakey.  "Out.  I'm going out.  To see the ship.  And the crew and families."
The Captain left the battle bridge.
                       ******

   Meanwhile, on T'Ruffen, stormtroopers waited anxiously for a Star Destroyer
to come to their aid.  They were on the surface of a hostile planet, with
little in the way of weapons, apart from a planetary Ion cannon, four AT-ATs,
two AT-STs, an AT-PT and several speeder bikes.  Fine for the general populace,
but they had seen the battle.
   They had seen the Hammerhead get wiped across the heavens.  They had watched
the debris fall to the planet below.
   They had seen their comrades die.  Thirty-seven thousand of them.  With one
weapon.
   The crowd still stood where they had been left.  Patiently, they watched
their captors, waiting for a hero to emerge from the skies or their ranks. One
did.  Knocking over a stormtrooper, he grabbed a blaster, and struggled with
the unfamiliar trigger.  He worked it out, pointed it at a trooper, and fired.
The stormtrooper danced the macabre dance of death by energy weapon,a smoking,
fiery hole punched through his plasteel armour.  He turned it to another
trooper, but didn't hear the noise behind him.
   Hydraulics whined in protest as the foot of an AT-AT crushed down upon the
man, making a new style of artwork never seen before on T'Ruffen.
   The crowd grew still and silent as two troopers pulled their companion away
from the crowd, to the safety of an Imperial doctor.
                       ******

   The pilot, Alpha 3, was used to being kept closed up in a TIE Fighter in
open space for long periods of time.  That she could cope with.  The artificial
gravity structures of a TIE could be handled better in zero-gravity, but they
became very uncomfortable when in a one-gee environment.
   She looked out through the cockpit's transparisteel windows once
again,noting all the guards outside.  She must have looked strange to them all
in her pilot's armour, she realised.  The black helmet and uniform looked more
like an insect's head than a flying uniform.  The only problem was, every time
she moved, be it to scratch her arm, or shift into a more comfortable position,
they raised their guns a little bit higher.
   From a door on the inside wall of the shuttlebay, someone of importance
entered.  His stance, his uniform was different to all those guards posted
outside her ship.  As he got closer, it was possible to pick out the gold pips
on the neck of his uniform.  He had four, more than anyone else Alpha 3 had
seen yet.
   He must be the Captain, she assumed.
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From: [e-mail] (William Gracie)
Date: 17 Jan 95 10:09:06
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Subject: Star Trek/Wars: A New Enemy (8)
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                        STAR WARS
                       CHAPTER VII
                          A NEW ENEMY... (pt8)
                           by
                        Raymond N. Cooper

   The man paused outside the window, peering in.  His head was bald, his face
drawn in tension.  On his chest, Alpha 3 noticed a badge.  Everyone wore them
on this ship.  Must be what they belong to, or something.  That was the logical
conclusion.
   Outside, Picard motioned to the xenoengineer.  "Open it up."
   The young man clambered up onto the top of the spherical cockpit.  He looked
around for some kind of data transfer point, and could find none. "I don't know
if I can open it, sir," he called.  Picard looked into the cockpit again.
   The pilot turned slightly, and pressed a switch.  The doors on top
opened,throwing the xenoengineer off.  The pilot climbed out of the fighter,
and lightly jumped down to the floor.  Instantly, the pilot was surrounded by
security officers, pointing their phasers at the alien.
   The pilot hesitanly raised its arms up to the base of the helmet, and
released three catches.  The helmet was lifted, revealing the face: female,with
short brown hair, with matching brown eyes.  A whistle from somewhere in the
security staff told Picard he wasn't the only male present to find the enemy
pilot attractive.
   It wasn't the sex that confused Picard, though.  It was the species: the
pilot was human.
   "Where do you come from," he asked quietly, aware that the pilot would be
taken to the brig here on the Grissom in a matter of minutes.
   "I was born and raised on Corellia, in the Corellian sector, Middle Band."
The pilot shut herself up, remembering what she had been told at the Academy.
Name, rank, serial number.  "Tavela Du, Ensign - Fighter Pilot with the
Imperial Navy, 1132776-Alpha."
   Captain Chekov entered from the door Picard had.  "Ah, Captain.  You're
finally here.  I see you've met our prisoner?"
   "Yes.  We talked."
   Du looked around the shuttlebay.  Nearby were several shuttlecraft, nothing
as large (and possibly as familiar) as she had learnt to fly, but it was a
shuttle.  And Du had a special gift that enabled her to fly just about any form
of spacecraft.  She waited, biding her time for an escape...
   Chekov stared at the fighter.  It was eight metres high, with twin solar
as each wing - they also doubled as landing gear.  The vehicle had twin laser
cannons, which, like the high-energy laser blasts from the larger ships,were of
a type no one in the Federation or its allied powers had ever seen before.
They could do damage to Federation shielding, after all.  And lasers weren't
supposed to do that.  Sulak had told him that these weren't lasers as humans
classed them.  They were a different type of weapon, very much like a laser,
but starting off with a different type of light from the spectrum,apparently.
Something like that.
   The fighter was propelled by twin ion engines, a form of propulsion left for
dead by the Federation some time ago.  Earlier impulse engines worked along the
same principle, but had been discarded over better acceleration rates from
nuclear reactions.
   Chekov could almost feel as if he was in the same room as a twisted
Federation engineer.  And there had been enough of them.  The fighter was a
work of art.  It wasn't sleek, nor was it particularly beautiful, but it could
fight.
   "Lieutenant, take the prisoner to the brig," Chekov murmured to his Gorn
Security Chief/Tactical Officer.
   "Aye, ssirr," Rrsk hissed.  He gestured with his phaser towards the door.
What happened next, Rrsk wouldn't claim to understand.  Neither would anyone
else.
   A toolkit, lying on the floor, picked itself up, and flung itself towards
the Gorn.  It caught him in the stomach, then flew towards the other Security
personel.  Du ran for the shuttlecraft.  Inside, she stopped, barely able to
take in the technology, the sleek lines, the comfortable approach to a work
vehicle.  The console displays looked totally alien to her, until she calmed
down.  A switch next to her closed the door, she pressed it; it didn't matter
how she knew, she just did.  The Force.  At least, that's what everyone else
back home called it.
   Before the hatch could close properly, the bald man threw himself inside the
pod.  He had a phaser, snatched from a fallen guard.  "Open the door..." he
told her.  He felt an invisible elbow in his stomach, and he collapsed. It was
a minute or two later when he recovered enough to stand.  The phaser lay in the
woman's lap, and she was piloting the shuttle.  Out the windows,Picard could
see the Grissom and Enterprise growing smaller, receding into the distance.
   "Where... are you... taking me?" he gasped, his breath still coming in
ragged puffs.
   "I don't know.  Where did the fleet go?"
   Picard wheezed; he really was getting too old for this sort of action.
"We... don't know.  They... disappeared from our... sensors as soon... as they
left sub-light... drive..."  He picked himself up, and slumped down into a
chair.  "They headed for... Sector 073... That's all I know..."
   Du looked back at her passenger.  He had fallen into either a deep sleep, or
unconsciousness.  She had to leave the area before the enemy caught up.  She
glanced at a sensor display.
   "Damn!"  A cloak of gravitons was closing around the shuttle, ready to hold
tight, and not let go.  Du pressed in a squence on the navigation console, and
tapped out a speed.  The shuttle leapt into warp space.
   She could relax now.  The enemy was far behind.  According to the displays,
this shuttle couldn't match the hyperspace speeds of a Star Destroyer, and it
wasn't designed for long-range travel.  She would have to hope that one of the
two remaining Destroyers from the attack fleet stopped for repairs, or had a
rendez-vous with the others she didn't know about.
   Oh, for a Lambda-class shuttle...!
                       ******

   "Damn it, we missed them!" Captain Chekov's curse could be heard in the
Enterprise's battle bridge over the open comm channel.
   Riker sat in the Captain's chair, watching the main screen, and the
shuttle's escape.  He turned to Worf.  "Do you know where it's heading?"
   "The shuttlecraft is travelling in the direction of Sector 073."
   "If I may interject, Commander," Data piped up, "That class of shuttle is
not designed for long-range warp travel.  I estimate that, if it stays on its
current heading, it will arrive at the Yai-Raj colony in two days."
   "Thank you, Mister Data."  He stood.  "I'll be in Engineering, if anyone
needs me..."
   The turbolift doors slid open to admit Riker.
                       ******
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From: [e-mail] (William Gracie)
Date: 17 Jan 95 10:09:48
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Subject: Star Trek/Wars: A New Enemy (9)
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                        STAR WARS
                       CHAPTER VII
                          A NEW ENEMY... (pt9)
                           by
                        Raymond N. Cooper

FIRST OFFICER'S LOG, Stardate 48005.1
   Due to an attack from a previously strong space Empire, not only has the
Enterprise taken severe damage, but we have also lost our Captain.  Picard was
kidnapped from the USS Grissom, a mistake not caused by any of the crew of that
ship.
   The good side to this attack is, we now have a functioning enemy fighter.
We can now study - in depth - how their deflector systems work,and how their
weapons work, and why, if they're lasers, do so much damage to a class of
vessel whose navigational shields are resistant to lasers.
   We hope to be underway in a few hours, after the warp drive is operational,
and the primary hull is at operational capacity.  We will be leaving our
civilians on Hydrax-4, only three light years from our destination of the
Yai-Raj colony.



                   SECTION TWO TO BE FOLLOWING
                   IN SOME TIME.  I HAVE NO IDEA
                   WHEN I'LL BE ABLE TO FINISH
                   THIS, BUT I HOPE IT'S SOON:
                   I'M JUST AS INTERESTED AS A
                   LOT OF OTHERS SEEM TO BE...