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A cruise ship, crowded with thousands of passengers, flee oppression by the Galactic Empire, moving swiftly through space as they run from an Imperial Cruiser dispatched by Lady Nightshade. Protected by only two gunships, it looks like curtains for the innocent men, women and children packed like sardines, especially as somewhere within the bowels of the ship, whimpering Jedi children are comforted by their caretakers. As the Empire has ordered all Jedi killed on site, the misnamed Radiant View has become a target, as the captain well knows.

The ship constantly rumbles from the piercing blasts of the turbolasers and as one gunships blow up under the onslaught, the question remains, where in the galaxy is safety?

It appears, that the answer is nowhere...

The Cassiopeian Commonwealth didn't like its presence being known, unless it was needed. Of course this time it would have no choice in the matter.

The 21st BattleFleet, twenty five ships, was patrolling the border as usual. Usually they'd have to fight off some pirates, escort some freighters, or... nothing. The corvettes did patrolling too, but it was never as far off as the fleets. Since errm, well they were at the border but not so much. Of course today would be an usual experience.

Admiral Daniel San was in charge. He was one of the the ten new Admirals since ten new BattleFleets were commissioned. And, as such, ten new Admirals were needed. He was the first, young too at 31. He was already patrolling for a month but he's already seen most of what fleets that patrol see. And that's well, pirates and nothing. But, as mentioned above, today was different. Today he'd begin a new era inside the Commonwealth. And it would start with a cruiser.

An Ensign walked up to him. "Sir, we have reports of three unknown ships. Two of them are armed and one of them appears to be a luxury yacht. And one the armed ships are firing at the yacht." He handed him a printed report.

Daniel looked at the report. "Oh dear, one of the ships look like of them Star Destroyers. Hmph, but this one's different. Gash dang it." He pondered. "Well the Academy taught me to investigate, as such-"

The Ensign interrupted. "Get within near collision range?"

Daniel got flustered. "No! Ion cannon range! I can see a promotion in my future. Yah, first Cassiopeian Admiral to capture an enemy ship. Yah..."

The Ensign stepped back. "Errm... yes sir."

The fleet all of a sudden ZOMG WTF APPEARED right on top of the three ships. Not really godmodding since space is a three dimensional space and as such I can appear on top of people, LOL. Anyway. As the fleet appeared over the three... ships, the Admiral decided to send a message.

Daniel got all formal like and stuff, his first official warning! "This is Admiral Daniel San of the 21st Cassiopeian BattleFleet, CNS Ricardo." He said all mature like. "You are trespassing into Commonwealth space, all three of you." He said. "But we have noticed that you, the dagger shaped ship, have been firing on an unarmed civilian ship. This is illegal. As such you are to be disabled and boarded and we hope that you will surrender to us. There will be no negotiations."

Silence.

All of a sudden, the flagship (a Cassiopeian class Battleship) opened fire with its ion cannons. Blue laser beams firing down upon the cruiser that just happened to look like a Star Destroyer but isn't.

The Admiral looked at his gunnery officers. "Aim at the gunship! But first Imma ask some questions, all Admiral like." He opened a channel to the Yacht. "Now usually Admirals are supposed to open fire on all armed ships flying towards us without alerting us. But since you were being fired on, I'm going to give you a few minutes to explain yourself." He said this being all important and whatnot. Gash his ego is big.

The Admiral snorted. "Well I'm waiting."

OCC; is this the Mation buds Bounty thread?

OCC; is this the Mation buds Bounty thread?

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"We are the Coredian cruise liner Radiant View. We ask for asylum from the Empire's wrath. The two gunships are all that protect us from that cruiser, but it is not enough. We thank you greatly for your assistance!" The captain said. Fear mixed with relief was evident in his voice.

Meanwhile, the cruiser was wracked by ion cannon blows but the Captain, who's superior officer was the same Captain now Admiral Adar that met with the Cassiopeians, was not willing to suffer his wrath. "The Empire does not surrender to fools like you! Now leave us alone so we can get rid of the trash here!"

Pompous fool. His remaining turbolasers continued to fire at the cruise ship, but several turbolasers swiveled and fired warning shots at the battleship.

Daniel talked back to the civilian ship. "Empire? There's a whole bunch of these kind of ships!? Aww come on. Try to hide yourself, we'll escort you to Rosanica. And tell your gunship to help us!"

An Ensign turned to the Admiral. "Sir! The cruiser is firing at us! Hold on!"

The beams flew at the CNS Ricardo, but its shield asorbed the shots. Still its effects could still be felt inside.

Daniel fell from his Commander's chair. So did other crewmen. He was angry and as such stood up. "Agh!" He shouted. He looked to one of his Ensigns. "Damage report!"

"Minimal." He reported. "The shields took the shot, it was more of a warning shot it seems."

Daniel could not take this. "Fleet." He said over his fancy communications thing all command like. "Protect that civilian ship and don't let that gunship explode. Fire your point defense cannons at the cruiser's turbolasers, I don't know much but I think we're too close for a nuke, besides Command would love to capture one of these. My ship'll continue its ion bombardment."

The fleet flew closer to the cruiser now, firing its weak, but numerous, point defense cannons at the cruiser. Green beams like those of a LAAT focused their fire on the turbolasers on the top section of the cruiser, ignorant of the ones on the bottom. Meanwhile blue lights emitted from the battleship, ion beams aimed at disabling the cruiser.

Daniel shouted with glee. "Ooooh, Imma get a promotion, Imma get a promotion..."

OOC : I'll just watch ...

IC :

The Imperial Warship Jansen and its escort of 2 VictoryII Star Destroyers appeared out of hyperspace near the battle area . The Jansen , an Imperial MKIII Class Star Destroyer began setting up a security perimeter and launched several hundred observation probes which began recording and analyzing the battle , controlled by 5 TIE Recon Fighters which coordinated the recon mission ...

"Thank you! We are indebited to you!" The captain said and none too soon, the cruise ship and gunship flew into the safety net of the Cassiopeian navy like lost sheep while the big dogs dealt with the evil wolf. The wolf in question, however, was assaulted by the LAAT-type beams as well as the ion cannons, so they were forced to sit tight and wait for boarding parties.

Daniel sighed. "Ships, cease fire. Okay, this is the part I board right?"

"Sir." An Ensign said. "A word of warning. Our shuttles can only send twenty men at a time. And if we were to send all our shuttles with a full load, that'd be 500 men total. But as this is a cruiser of the type that these people use, i.e. they have a large crew, then I think that would not be enough. Scanners indicated at least 30,000 men in there. Not even our biggest ships can match that I think. I recommend we do two things. We send a small unit to attack and destroy it or, we can just destroy it with our missiles. Either way it's up to you."

Daniel's leg started to twitch. He was nervous and inexperienced. He had the chance at a promotion either way, but capturing one would definitely at least get him his own big fleet. He was greedy. "Don't we have anybody that's experienced?"

The Ensign's right brow raised. "Well, there is a Marine here we could send. He deals with pirate bases in the Belt all the time. So he's used to dealing against overwhelming numbers. Then again these aren't pirates we're facing, these, these are crack professional soldiers."

Daniel didn't care, he wanted that promotion and he wanted it now. And it'd be even better if he said he only sent four men to board instead of a chunk of his Marine compliment. "Okay then! Send the guy, and give him a team. But we like, need to escort the cruise liner back."

He opened communications with the rest of the fleet. "All ships return to the capital and escort the civilian ship and the gunship with you. We're going to stay here and try to negotiate with the cruiser." An obvious lie. He then opened communications with the civilian liner itself. "Go with the fleet, we're going to remain to see if we can learn anything from their side." Another obvious lie. "But as soon as you get there, tell the first Government official you see who you are. Because if you don't you'll probably get blown up, that's what they taught me at the Academy anyway..."

He paused. "Good luck."

In one of the hangers of the CNS Ricardo, a shuttle (http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a354/nihongaz/cricketclass.jpg) was being loaded with the said Marine that the Ensign mentioned, and his squad.

Meet Mr. Lt. Ilswelder Hanson of Rosanica. Or as the boys called him, Lt. Hans. He was young, 27, but he was experienced. His trademark was give him a squad and he can do it. No matter how bad the the situation looked, somehow Deus Ex Machina was able to solve it. He didn't question it, he had a whole sense of humour to the whole thing. Of course when push came to shove he was serious.

He was five foot nine inches and had a tan like most Cassiopeians, the sun did that to them. His voice was of the Rebel Alliance variety, and his dress right now was well. Hm, well he was dressed like those Landwarrior soldiers, but the armor was more advanced. His rifle looked, functioned, and acted like an E-11. The Marines got shorter rifles since they usually did urban warfare or fast strikes anyway while normal soldiers got normal rifles. In the end, he was ready for some shooting.

He was given three other Marines, they had experience but they didn't have the tactical knowhow of the Leftenant. The four men loaded up and entered.

The shuttle flew away from the battleship while the fleet left the scene escorting the two escaping ships. The shuttle as such entered one of the cruiser's many hangers and then...

... started firing. Its cannons firing inside the small environment, its objective to stir up some confusion and well mess with the minds of people. And as it landed the four Marines, under the cover of the shuttles large cannons, quite frankly just started shooting at anybody that moved.

Hanson shouted his orders as he fired his E-11. "Soldiers!" He shouted. "Our objective is clear! We need to get to capture this ship, or at least get the plans to this thing. The Commonwealth would get a boon of learning how to build other ships! As such, to the bridge."

The four Marines continued to shoot, thinking that today was the day they'd either die, or, have a new start at life.

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"Breach! Breach!" Stormtroopers flowed into the hangar bay and bodies began littering the floor as the shuttle's cannons lay waste to the troopers. Even more damage were caused by the four crack Marines that mowed down everything in sight. In desperation, an AT-ST walker, known colliqually as a chicken walker, powered up and began advancing on the enemy, firing its blasters at them.

He opened communications with the rest of the fleet. "All ships return to the capital and escort the civilian ship and the gunship with you. We're going to stay here and try to negotiate with the cruiser." An obvious lie. He then opened communications with the civilian liner itself. "Go with the fleet, we're going to remain to see if we can learn anything from their side." Another obvious lie. "But as soon as you get there, tell the first Government official you see who you are. Because if you don't you'll probably get blown up, that's what they taught me at the Academy anyway..."
"Will do. Thank you again." The captain of the Radiant View replied. Then, it and the gunship followed the navy back to safety.

One of the Marines might have as well pooped himself. "Ah!" He shouted. "Giant two legged metal monster thing of doom!!!"

The shuttle got destroyed by the AT-ST. Dead. Their ride home destroyed.

Hanson's eyes widened, he never knew such things existed. "Let's get the hell across this room, forget the shuttle we'll steal our own ship!"

The Marines ran to the nearest door, using their small stature and speed to avoid the giant walker's cannons. Granted they lost their ride home, but that just makes the story more dramatic. The Marines avoided the cannons by some miracle and entered the hall that was outside the hanger. They clasped their rifles.

Hanson looked around. "I hope nobody's hiding here..."

Meanwhile the rest of the fleet (sans the battleship) arrived to Rosanica with their yacht and gunship friends in hand. The acting-Admiral (one of the captains of the cruiser) contacted one of the stations outside Rosanica. "This is Acting Admiral Job Doe, we found a civilian ship outside our borders. Our battleship is fighting one of those dagger like ships we saw at Aios. And well, let's just you should contact the President."

He paused. "Let him tell you the story."

Rosanica was vastly different now. Ships of many types could now be seen. A giant stargate was also located outside the planet since they joined the Intergalactic Trade Hub, and there were now more ships guarding the capital. The Commonwealth isn't as xenophobic but, a good defense is always good, right? Also, the amount of stations outside the planet was reduced to five. Repairs were being made in the colonies more then in the capital itself so they dismantled the extra ones and well, sold the parts to make more cash.

Meanwhile the 1st Cassiopeian Fleet (lead by Grand Admiral Mark Hammill of course) approached the battleshipless fleet.

"I overheard you there Job." Mark said from the CNS Sergei Ilyanov, his flagship. "I am quite curious. Where do you come from foreigner?"

One of the Marines might have as well pooped himself. "Ah!" He shouted. "Giant two legged metal monster thing of doom!!!"

The shuttle got destroyed by the AT-ST. Dead. Their ride home destroyed.

Hanson's eyes widened, he never knew such things existed. "Let's get the hell across this room, forget the shuttle we'll steal our own ship!"

The Marines ran to the nearest door, using their small stature and speed to avoid the giant walker's cannons. Granted they lost their ride home, but that just makes the story more dramatic. The Marines avoided the cannons by some miracle and entered the hall that was outside the hanger. They clasped their rifles.

Hanson looked around. "I hope nobody's hiding here..."
Unfortunately for Mr. Hanson, a squad of stomtroopers waited in ambush positions in the hallway and began shooting at the enemy Marines that dared enter their prize ship. They began calling for more help too.

Meanwhile the rest of the fleet (sans the battleship) arrived to Rosanica with their yacht and gunship friends in hand. The acting-Admiral (one of the captains of the cruiser) contacted one of the stations outside Rosanica. "This is Acting Admiral Job Doe, we found a civilian ship outside our borders. Our battleship is fighting one of those dagger like ships we saw at Aios. And well, let's just you should contact the President."

He paused. "Let him tell you the story."

Rosanica was vastly different now. Ships of many types could now be seen. A giant stargate was also located outside the planet since they joined the Intergalactic Trade Hub, and there were now more ships guarding the capital. The Commonwealth isn't as xenophobic but, a good defense is always good, right? Also, the amount of stations outside the planet was reduced to five. Repairs were being made in the colonies more then in the capital itself so they dismantled the extra ones and well, sold the parts to make more cash.

Meanwhile the 1st Cassiopeian Fleet (lead by Grand Admiral Mark Hammill of course) approached the battleshipless fleet.

"I overheard you there Job." Mark said from the CNS Sergei Ilyanov, his flagship. "I am quite curious. Where do you come from foreigner?"
"We come from the Coredian capital Jurai, now under seige by the Empire. We are carrying about 3000 passengers and request political asylum until as such time the Empire is defeated." Captain Sandler said.

The Captain on the station that heard this pondered. He heard of this Empire in passing, it was supposedly very powerful. But these were refugees, innocent victims of warfare. He sighed. "You are to stay outside Rosanica until further notice. We will provide with supplies if you need them."

One of his lower men, a Commander, looked at him. "Sir, errm, you gonna call the President... right?"

The Captain nodded. "Oh yah, he'd love to know what's going outside." He smirked.

To: President George Huntingsworth
From: Captain _________ of Station 3

Sir, umm, a civilian liner with a gunship was spotted outside the system.
They are fleeing a war, something about an Empire? We're going through our
archives now. I think they'd love to talk to you. Also, um, I thought you'd
wanna know.

Meanwhile the President was watching HoloVision (or HV), a game of football in specific, when a secretary rushed in and handed him the message. He sighed. "Hmm... the Empire? Sounds... familiar. It's on the top of my toungue, say Yearsly you tell me."

Mr. Yearsly, the Foreign Minister (who was sitting next to him) shrugged. "Hmmm, yes I know. They're the ones with the giant dagger things. Star Destroyers."

George stood up quickly, fear in his eye. "Oh really?!" He didn't want trouble with the Empire but... still, he found those cursed Star Destroyers annoying. "Yearsly get my shuttle up, I'm headed to space."

Meanwhile inside the cruiser, Hanson and his men were surprised to say the least. They all ducked, firing back. Hanson growled. "Grenade!" He shouted as he threw what looked like a thermal detonator. "Get down, that baby is gonna blow!"

His men continued to fire, staying low as to not get, you know, hit.

(Bad post I know x_x)