I hate Imperial Remanants [Raid on Kamino]

[RC 212]

Fleet:

ThorHammer- Interceptor Class Corvette
ArcHammer- Maruader Class Corvette


It'd been a long time since RC had been around, or even awake for that matter. He'd been hiding in the rim, biding his time and doing odd jobs for the myriad of ol smugglers and the like. News had reached him of this so called, "Imperial Remnant."

Sure he'd served his share of dirtbags in the past. The auspices of Circe Savan, and then some.

He hated by Mandalorians, and well known over in the First Order territory.

But one thing he hated in his old age was big government. And he would have liked to see Kamino be a free system, rather than run by some Imperial swine.

"Commander, are the assault teams ready?"

"Aye Cap'n, what you got for us."

RC sat in his captains chair, munching down a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Been a long time since he had one of these.

"Prepare all units for assault. Scramble fighters to provide us a screen of cover an uh..."

"Hold on."

He picked a piece of peanut out of his teeth with a combat knife and then re sheated it.

"Solutions are locked?"

"Aye."

Excellent.​

His target was a shipping lane, full of freighters that had a good haul of fuel on them. Plus he'd need the parts for his pet project. His next warship.

He stood and shoved his helmet on.

"Fire at will!"

The two vessels fired their proton torpedoes. There was thump in the decks as he watched the yellow contrails streak away. They detonated off the bow a transport vessel, blowing holes in her armor that wee meters wide. Chain reactions in their fuel tanks continued the explosion onwards, detonating blossoms all across the lane. Pieces of starship plating and bodies smashed against their shields.

"How many vessels are left?"

"A handful."

"Have the fighters pick off the engines on the closest one."

 

[Darren Jarok]

A fleet of ships hyperspaced in. The fleet was of 12 ships. 1 nebula class star destroyer, 2 Imperial IIs, 5 victory I cruisers and, the rest were arquinten. That little force didn't stand a chance. Darren looked at the one ship left. He smiled. This fleet was patrolling this shipping lane in IR territory.

"I want their command ship disabled." He barked.

The fighters swarmed from the hangers of all ships. They moved in fast. Eventually, they met up with the enemy fighters. Half of the TIEs broke of then went towards the corvette. Green lasers began hitting the engines hard until an explosion. The other corvette was now crippled. Darren the raised his arm and pointed at the ship. Turbolasers hit the command ship hard. Darren ordered the turbolasers to stop firing at the command ship.

"Fire the ion cannons." He said.

The people in the bridge wasted no time getting what Darren ordered. Ion blasts banged into both ships disabling them. They were both dead in space. Darren raised his arm then pointed to the command ship.

"Prepare the boarding party."

 

[TK-7475 (Storm Sentinal)]

On the planet of kamino the Storm Sentinal stood silently with his rifle, looking above to spot any oncoming ships. As he watched he noticed strange patterns of lights In the sky, he turned and grabbed the binoculars off his back and zoomed high into the clear grey skies. Above he seen an amassing fleet of star destroyers and a handful of other ships, he verified and took pictures.
"Spot something sir?"
"Yes private, alert the high counsel that we have visitors, and they don't come in peace."
"Yes sir!"
"Hurry private, make it fast because all of our lives may very well depend on it."
The stormtrooper nodded and then began jogging down the curved walkways of the exposed facilities, he ran next to a landing pad where new armor and weapons were being carried in. As he came close to the main spire, the doors opened and he ran in. Charging past young clones and officers towards the command center, he barreled into the command center. The trooper bowed as a man in robes stood silently, then two kamanoins turned faced him as well.
"What is it private?"
​"My lord, we have visitors, Commander Rigel just spotted a fleet amassing, mostly star destroyers."
​"Thank you private, I will alert TK-7475 to update me of any more information. I will tell the ships to ready and the armies to get to their battle stations."
"Sir he sent me because the comms are down."
"We just fixed that issue, get some grub and regroup with your team. You sentinels are the most well trained force under my command."
"Yes'sir!"
Commander Rigel watched the fleet move into place and moving into attack positions. He looked at his com-pad and pushed a faint red-blinking light, The facilities sounded to life as ships locked down, lights began flashing a attack sirens started sounding.

 

[Bad Luck Brian]

If there ever was a chance for this young ward to be happy it was now. The young boy's life was finally on the up and up! After having his spine totally shattered in an accident and put back together, 40+ weeks of traction, bed sores, and peeing in a bed pan, not to mention that nasty hospital food where the only good thing was the jello, Brian was on the upswing!

Man was this kid optimistic! There was a better day just around the corner, Brian knew it. And what do you know, he was right! Someone offered to pay the kid a few grand to come to Kamino and have himself cloned. What for, you ask? Would it be a grand army to purge a droid army from the planet? Would it be to make super secret agents? Would it be to make damn clones that people would keep on playing despite its complete lack of originality TO PLAY A CLONE FOR GOD'S SAKE???

Oh no, of course not! Someone just wanted clones for their army to use as target practice!

So that is what he was doing on a ship to Kamino.

"Things are finally looking up!" he said cheerfully.

Then, as usually, Brian's luck turned bad. Some damn fool who thought he was some sort of admiral decided to fire and blow his civilian transport up! Oh my! Bodies were thrown everywhere, Brian himself was caught halfway in the door as it clamped shut to keep the oxygen in, cutting his legs off.

"Oh my goodness!' Brian shouted in pain. "On the plus side, I'd never be able to poo my pants again!"

How many people were left in the convoy he was on?

"A handful."

Poor, poor Brian. Killed by a guy who just didn't like Imperials......