Star Wars Alderaan Lives

[Ash's Boomstick]

Captain Sharpe.Good wives were murdered,bad one take his money.

Good point, very well made. But not as many or as often as Luke, but those he did have, yeah things did not go well.

Hey, he did eventually get the super hot redhead...

Though she did die... If you accept that as canon. Meh.

Still! Hot redhead!

I thought that was one of the most stupid ideas that I ever read, up there with dropping a moon on a certain wookiee.

But yes hot redheads FTW.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Some infodumps ahoy!

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Royal Alderaanian Engineering Corporation Alderaan-class War Frigate

https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Alderaanian_War_Frigate?so=search

According to the standard system of ship-classifications, a frigate was a ship with a crew of between 200 and 1,000 beings, and an approximate size of 200-400m long, defined by the maximum size of smaller system patrol craft and the minimum size of larger cruisers. This was the definition that was officially used by the Old Republic, the Galactic Empire, the Alliance to Restore the Republic, and the New Republic, although formal exceptions were made for ships like the heavily-armed 350m Carrack-class light cruiser, and many other classification systems were used simultaneously throughout the galaxy.

The Alderaan-class War Frigate was intended as a well armed, well armored, support focused starship. While well armed for her size with ten quadruple heavy turbolaser cannons, four heavy ion cannons, sixteen anti-starfighter laser cannons, two tractor beam emitters, multiple missile and torpedo tubes, and the capacity to hold 12 fighters, her main focus is supporting larger starships. It has extensive recreation facilities and workshops, allowing it to be very self sufficient and to manufacture spare parts-It could produce its own starfighters, though the process takes longer than with dedicated factories. They also use extensive droid networks to minimize crew requirements, and have excellent sensor arrays.

These vessels served very well during the Clone Wars and were popular with their commanders. Most were mothballed after the Clone Wars concluded, but many were secretly sold off or "lost" to various resistance groups against the Empire. Most are in the possession of the Alderaanian Civil Defense Fleet, which has joined the Rebellion. Using "kathhound tactics", and missile weapons, a squadron of these War Frigates can be a match for even Imperial Star Destroyers-Though they are limited by their gunnery firepower and low fighter carriage capacity.

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Royal Alderaanian Engineering Corporation Thranta-class War Cruiser

https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Thranta-class_War_Cruiser

The "Hammerhead-style" starship has been a popular one throughout much of galactic history for support vessels. However, unlike the Hammerhead corvette which is essentially just the same design of starship from three thousand years ago with slightly updated upholstery, the Thranta-class pays homage to, and improves upon, its predecessors as an advanced light cruiser. Like most Alderaanian designs, it is fast, tough, comfortable, and very self sufficient. It makes use of extensive droid networks to minimize the need for crew, freeing up space for power systems.

Armed with four heavy turbolaser cannons in two forward turrets, sixteen medium twin turbolaser cannons, twenty-four anti-starfighter laser cannons, and multiple missile launchers, this light cruiser is also very fast at sublight and hyperdrive. With the standard extensive Alderaanian sensor systems, it is an excellent picket, reconnaissance and escort vessel.

Like most Alderaanian warships, the Thranta-class was largely mothballed after the Clone Wars, save for those "lost" or "stolen" by rebellious elements. They do not have the capacity to carry fighters, though can be modified to carry six via umbilical docking stations. They do carry four shuttlecraft though, giving them some assault capability against enemy ships or stations.

(Made a few changes since we've never actually seen these in any iteration, and missile/torpedo tubes are just common sense for smaller warships).

Spoiler

https://fractalsponge.net/?p=3106

Sienar Fleet Systems Mu-class Light/Utility Shuttle

After complaints about the higher maintenance requirements for the Theta and Lambda shuttle series, as well as their large wingspan, Sienar Fleet Systems released a light utility shuttle using the same basic parts as though larger shuttles but far more mission focused. The Mu-class became a popular, if not very glamorous, shuttle choice for the Imperial Navy. It could carry the same 20 passengers or 80 tons of cargo as the Lambda-class, but in much tighter packed conditions. It was also faster and far more agile than the Lambda, able to keep up with TIE fighters at full burn, though not match their turn rate. The shuttle also had hatches port and starboard, allowing for it to function in a limited capacity as a support gunship for ground troops, alongside its two Taim & Bak GA-60s double laser cannons.

While many Imperial officers turned their nose up at the Mu due to its perceived lack of luxury and status compared to the Lambda, the Mu became the shuttle and utility vessel of choice for light cruiser, frigate, and escort carrier crews. Its modular sensor array allowed it to serve as an effective reconnaissance platform, and as sensor support for fighter squadrons. It even has hardpoints for concussion missiles and other ordnance.

The Mu-class has sold very well on the civilian market, and for planetary militias and security forces across the galaxy. The Alderaanian Civil Defense Fleet makes extensive use of the Mu, every ship in the fleet capable of carrying them having at least two.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

- - -

Elana's conversation with Luke Skywalker was, quite frankly, surprising. A humble moisture farmer from Tatooine was not who she pictured as the hero who destroyed the Death Star. Yet, his humility and obvious good nature attracted her like a moth to a flame. He was so... Kind, so pure.

It set her heart racing in ways she hadn't felt in a long time. By and by, she suggested more privacy for continued conversation, and he had suggested his quarters. And now they were heading there, to talk... At first.

Okay. So Elana was ready to just take the young Skywalker and rock his world. Her intentions were anything but pure. They'd gotten in there, and she had pulled him into a kiss. It was warm and electrifying... But it felt wrong somehow.

A wrongness that he seemed to pick up on, as he gently pushed her away. He looked at her in concern.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I..." Elana trailed off. She shook her head quickly, not wanting to offend him. "I-I don't know... I just..."

Luke smiled kindly, and guided her to the bed. They sat down, and she slid herself a bit away from him, her hands clutching at the simple bedspread.

"I don't know," she admitted. She shook her head, then forced herself past the feeling. She scooted back, giving him a smoldering look that had set many a man's hearts beating like a drum. She knew how to seduce, and she prided herself on her skill in it. She wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him in for another kiss.

"I just needed a moment~... Where were we~?"

But Luke stopped her, gently holding her arms and pulling them away. He looked at her so earnestly, it took her aback.

"No... What is it?" Luke said, gentle but firm. Elana shook her head again.

"It's nothing-"

"It's not nothing," Luke insisted, "what is it?"

Elana sucked in a breath. She looked aside, feeling very self conscious in these tiny quarters.

"I... I just... I wanted to reward you and... And I suppose I wanted to forget... For a while," she said.

"Forget what?" Luke asked softly.

"Everything," Elana admitted, her arms dropping to her sides and her hands finding their way into her lap. She suddenly couldn't bare to look at him.

"I... When I've lost things in the past... When things were bad, I just... I lost myself. I buried myself in..."

She licked her lips. Suddenly, she felt ashamed to be around him.

"But there's so much now and... I can't stop thinking about it," she said. Luke nodded slowly.

"I know what you mean. Imperials, they... They killed my aunt and uncle. The only family I've ever known. Vader... He killed Ben, my mentor-Er, Obi-Wan Kenobi," Luke clarified, "and my best friend died today... So many people died..."

Elana looked up at the change of tone in his voice. Luke was looking at the far wall, his shoulders drooping a bit.

"I'm sorry. You just lost everything, and here I am... Thinking about what little I've lost-"

"No!" Elana pressed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He started and looked up at her. She shook her head.

"No... I mean... Yes... My entire world is gone... But so is yours," Elana explained.

Luke nodded slowly, and leaned into her hug. She tightened her hold, suddenly feeling very protective. The purity in his eyes...

"Do... Do you want revenge?" Luke asked.

Elana was silent for a moment. Luke continued, a bit awkwardly.

"I-I mean... I destroyed the Death Star. But the war is just getting started. We'll have to leave here, hide out, and keep fighting. I..." He stared at the wall again, "I keep seeing Ben just get cut down... And I'm so angry... I see my aunt and uncle, dead and burned alive... Biggs getting blown up and... All those people on Alderaan... For you, this is just..."

He trailed off, uncertain of how to express things. Elana hummed, leaning against him. She stared at the wall too, thinking things through, before she answered.

"Yes, I want revenge. But... How far to take that? I'm limited in what I can do, and that... That makes me have to think."

Luke stared at her, silent. Elana sucked in a breath, and continued.

"Would I sacrifice my entire fleet, all my people, just to kill the Emperor?" She shook her head, "No. Not now. I'm not at that point."

"Not at that point?" Luke asked. Elana sighed.

"I grew up learning the history of my house. There were leaders of House Thul during our civil war, three thousand years ago, who were willing to burn Alderaan down... Just so they could rule over the ashes. But..."

Elana shook her head.

"I can't do that. I see my people, and they look to me. And I can't sacrifice them all, just to kill that evil, monstrous old man. I-I want them to have a life beyond this war and strife. I won't just throw their lives away to end him. Not if there's an alternative."

She closed her eyes.

"I pray that I never get to that point," she admitted. "I'm scared of what I would look like, if there was nothing left but hatred, and revenge."

"Yeah," Luke admitted softly, "me too."

He hugged her, and she leaned into his embrace with a soft smile. It was warm and comforting. Different from her lovers in the past.

"... I... The truth is," she said, "I don't really feel like... I-I mean, not that you're not attractive, but-"

Luke shook his head. He wore a smile.

"It's all right... I understand," he said. And it was obvious he did. Elana chuckled.

"I guess you are on your way to becoming a Jedi," she said.

"I hope so," Luke admitted, "I want to be like my father."

Elana, for a moment, felt monumentally stupid. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Skywalker. Jedi.

"Anakin Skywalker had a son, huh?" She murmured. Luke looked over at her quickly, eyes eager.

"You know about him?" He asked. Elana grinned.

"He was a childhood hero of mine," she admitted, "he was called the Hero Without Fear. A great general during the Clone Wars."

"Can you tell me about him?" Luke asked, trying not to sound like a desperate child... And failing miserably. "And... Uh... Maybe my mother?"

"Your mother is harder to figure out," Elana said, "though there are a few candidates. Your father though? I can tell you plenty..."

And so they spent the rest of the night, talking about Anakin Skywalker. By and by, exhaustion caught up with her. Luke graciously gave her his bed, and took a cot on the floor. She had protested, but he'd insisted. And so they spent the night, in separate beds...

But it was the best Elana had slept in days.

- - -

 

[Blasterbot]

Luke is a nice guy. on the other hand if Han ever finds out he will joke about this.

 

[ATP]

And that is how,after hearing 1001 girls from Alderaan,Luke become knewn as next Casanova.And still remained virgin.
But,thanks to that,when he was 30 he become magical girl!
/It is knew,that 30 year old male virgins become magical girls!/

 

[AndrewJTalon]

- - -

Elana awoke the next morning, still holding hands with Luke across the gap between his bed and the cot. She smiled, and he soon roused himself. He shared her smile.

Elana took a shower in the 'fresher, Luke politely allowing her first. She emerged, clad in just a towel, and cleared her throat.

"River?"

Luke blinked, only mildly surprised, when a black clad woman appeared seemingly out of nowhere. She handed Elana a package, and took Elana's folded garments.

"Thank you River," Elana said with a beam, "you know Luke Skywalker?"

"By reputation only, My Lady," River said. She knelt in front of Luke, bowing her head, "thank you, Commander Skywalker, for destroying the Death Star. All of Alderaan is in your debt."

Luke flushed, looking uncomfortable.

"You... Uh... Thank you," he said. Elana smiled, amused and endeared by his humility.

"Can you ensure a distraction to prevent a walk of shame, River?" Elana asked.

"A 32-Aurek? Of course, My Lady," River said, vanishing again with her stealth field generator.

Luke groaned, covering his face with his hands.

"Oh... Great... Are you going to be okay?"

"Oh, don't worry about me," Elana said, patting Luke on the shoulder, "I've had plenty of experience with the morning after. This though is one I will never regret."

That made Luke smile, and Elana couldn't help but lean in to kiss his cheek. His blush was very pleasing to her.

- - -

Leia hated waking up to a hangover. Her temper, already legendary, was burning white hot as she peeked out from under her blankets in her simple quarters. She groaned as a golden figure walked into view.

"Good morning, Princess Leia!" Threepio chirped happily, "my, what a pleasant day it is! The humidity and temperature should be at optimal levels for humans and most other humanoid species."

Leia growled, glaring balefully up at the golden protocol droid. Threepio stumbled back, intimidated.

"Oh my... Ah... Are you feeling all right, Your Highness?"

"Rrrr..." Leia was already reaching for her blaster... When she felt a familiar presence appear by her bed. She looked up at a black clad individual, who shoved a thermos into her mouth.

"Glurk-?!"

"Please drink, Your Highness," a soft, familiar female voice advised. Threepio waved his hands about in shock.

"Oh my stars... Ah! Of course!"

Leia tasted kaff, and some kind of anti-hangover remedy. Her headache faded, and the caff perked her up. She sat up in the bed, now rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, as the dark clad woman pulled back the thermos.

"That could have ended quite badly," Threepio observed.

"You should know better than to approach her in the morning without caff," the woman said. Threepio stuttered.

"Apologies, but making caff is not part of my programming, and I've been through so much lately... I believe I need extensive maintenance..."

Leia blinked and looked up at the black clad figure. It took her a moment... And then she smiled.

"Winter?" She whispered in hope.

The Rist Shadow pulled off her mask and helmet, revealing a woman about Leia's age, with very similar facial features. The main difference was hair and eye color-Winter's hair was as white as the snow on the Juran Mountains, and her eyes as blue as the Apalis Sea.

Winter smiled warmly, and hugged Leia. Leia returned the hug with a happy laugh, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes.

"I thought I'd lost you too," Leia whispered.

"I thought the same, Your Highness," Winter murmured. Leia snorted, and kissed her sister's cheek.

"You don't have to call me that, Winter."

"But you are our Queen now," Winter said in her calm, melodic voice, "you deserve respect-"

"And you're my sister, so no titles like that in private!" Leia insisted. Winter smiled softly.

"As you wish, Leia."

Leia sighed heavily, getting up to her feet. She nodded to Threepio.

"Sorry about that, Threepio," she apologized.

"Oh, think nothing of it, Your Highness," Threepio said, sounding relieved, "and it is good to see you too, Miss Winter! I am so glad you did not suffer the same fate as... Oh..."

The droid looked aside.

"My apologies-"

"It's not necessary," Leia immediately commanded. She was already on her way to the 'fresher, fire in her eyes.

"Today's the day we start hitting them back," Leia swore.

"Yes, Leia," Winter said with a firm nod.

- - -

Marcus Quinn awoke in the quarters laid aside for visitors to the Yavin base. He glanced over at the other bunks.

As luck would have it, Captain Han Solo and his Wookie first mate had chosen to crash in the bunks next to his. The Wookie snored, not too loudly, but loud enough it wasn't easy to ignore. Solo, for his part, didn't snore-He was smiling contentedly in his sleep.

It did not endear the Lieutenant to the smuggler that much.

The fact he woke up with only a mild groan of discomfort made him even less appealing to Marcus. A fact the smuggler seemed to notice with a crooked grin.

"Morning to you too, Lieutenant."

"Captain Solo," Quinn managed. Chewbacca awoke, and swung his long legs off the bunk. He landed on the floor, growling softly. Han nodded, and slid out of the bunk next to his first mate.

"Nah Chewie, I'll get the caff. You get breakfast. And you?" He pointed at Quinn, "stay here. I'm in a giving mood today, so don't waste it."

"Perish the thought," Quinn observed, as the Wookie and smuggler headed off through the door. Quinn took the opportunity to use the 'fresher, and was, as usual, precise with his water usage. It would only be fair to save some hot water.

Solo and the Wookie returned shortly, the Wookie baring a heating plate and some supplies, while Solo handed over some caff. Quinn took his mug, sipped... And sighed happily.

"Got it off one of your shuttles," Solo said with a grin, "you sure sprang for the good stuff in your fleet."

"Much appreciated," Quinn said, his feelings towards the smuggler much improved. The smell of breakfast cooking made his stomach growl, and he sat with Chewbacca at the small table in the quarters as the food cooked. Quinn sipped more caff, as Solo grabbed a shower. The smuggler soon emerged, got dressed, and sat down just as Chewbacca began serving out plates of food.

"Gartro eggs? Very nice," Quinn said.

"And nerf sausage," Han said cheerfully, "Chewie's favorite."

Chewbacca growled something, and put some meilooruns on both of their plates. Han made a face.

"I do not need you being my dietician, Chewie," Han grumbled. The Wookie insisted, and Han sighed.

"Fine."

"They're very good, to be honest," Quinn said, eating his meiloorun without complaint, "and helpful for hangovers."

Solo immediately began scarfing the fruit down. Chewbacca chortled, even as Han glared at him.

"Not... A word," Solo grunted. He finished his caff, and then looked over at the Lieutenant.

"You're wondering about the special treatment, huh?" Solo asked.

"The question did occur," Quinn admitted.

"Well," Solo leaned back, "we're both guys who got rejected by gorgeous Alderaanian women last night. So we've got that."

Quinn sputtered.

"I-I don't know what you're-!"

Solo just stared at him. Chewbacca too. Quinn shook his head.

"It's-It's grossly inappropriate," he said, "she's my Viceroy! My commander!"

"Huh, you're right about that," Solo said with a nod, "gonna have to call whoever's in charge of your fleet, file a reprimand... Oh wait. That would be her." Solo grinned.

Quinn sighed irritably.

"I don't know why it's any of your business-"

"It's not, but, having turned over a new leaf," Solo said, "I'm trying out lots of new things. Besides, it's as obvious as a supernova, the way you pine after her."

Quinn paused.

"It's that bad?" Quinn asked.

"Your ensigns were worried about you," Solo said. Chewbacca nodded, growling a confirmation. Quinn groaned, putting his head in his hands.

"How am I going to face my men...?"

"Like you do any other day," Solo suggested, "with a pike up your-"

Chewie growled. Solo shook his head.

"I mean... With dignity and poise," he stated. "Sides, you weren't the only one rejected."

Quinn looked over at Solo. The little glances between him and Princess Leia...

"Oh," Quinn murmured. Solo shrugged, finishing his caff.

"Honestly? Don't know who's got the worse odds," Solo admitted, "but... I'm rooting for you, Quinn."

"Really?" Quinn asked. Solo nodded.

"You've all been through nine kinds of Hell. Might as well try to find some kind of happiness, now that we're all freedom fighters," Solo observed.

"Well... Thank you, Captain Solo," Quinn said with a nod, "I... I appreciate that."

"Hey... Call me Han," Solo said with a grin. Quinn smiled back.

"Then... Call me Marcus," he said, "er... Off duty, of course."

"Of course, Marcus," Solo said with a nod.

"Lieutenant Quinn," Quinn's comm unit went off. Quinn pulled it from his pocket and held it up.

"Yes?"

"Your presence is requested in the War Room. Viceroy Elana and Princess Leia have called a conference of all officers," the ensign continued. Quinn nodded.

"On my way," he said, "out." He looked over at Solo and Chewbacca.

"You'll want to come along too-"

"We'll be along, just want to clean up," Han said with a smile. Quinn nodded, smiling back.

"Of course, Han, Chewbacca." He nodded to both, and headed out the door.

Chewbacca growled something, and Han shrugged.

"Why? Like I said, I'm trying to turn over a new leaf."

Chewbacca made a disbelieving noise. Han grinned.

"Okay, and maybe have a little fun... I may be working with the Jedi, but I sure as kriff ain't one of them..."

- - -

 

[ATP]

Solo as love advisor and wingman for Quinn - i like it.Maybe Quin join rescue force for him on Tattoine?

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Solo as love advisor and wingman for Quinn - i like it.Maybe Quin join rescue force for him on Tattoine?

Well, Han Solo is a sometimes amoral smuggler, but he's still a bro.

 

[ShadowArxxy]

It will definitely be interesting to see how the introduction of new characters in the middle of things affects the Luke-Leia-Han love triangle.

(Especially in light of the fact that per Carrie Fisher, that very much mirrored the real-life relationship between Mark, her, and Harrison. And that in retrospect, she totally regretted having an affair with Harrison because she had serious chemistry for an actual relationship with Mark. Unfortunately, she was young, foolish, and Harrison was actively trying to seduce her.)

 

[AndrewJTalon]

- - -

The Yavin IV temple base had several conference rooms, all sparsely adorned with just the necessities. It was in one of these rooms that the leaders of the Rebellion and their aides met, in much heightened spirits after the grim few days before.

Elana met Quinn at the door, and gave him a gentle smile. He returned it with his professional nod, though he seemed a bit on edge as they shuffled into the room. Earnhart joined her on her other side, as more of the leadership arrived. Elana wasn't too surprised to see some of the faces there: Mon Mothma had always been an opponent of Palpatine. But the Senator of Taris? That was something of a surprise.

"I hope you had a good night, Lieutenant," Elana murmured. Quinn stared at her for a moment, then back at his ever present datapad.

"It was... Acceptable, My Lady," he replied. Elana nodded.

"Not a high recommendation," she observed.

"I... Prefer not to talk about personal issues, My Lady," Quinn explained, "they should be attended to by the one who has them. It is not wise to get... Involved unless it is affecting your unit's performance. It will only make things worse."

Elana nodded.

"I understand," she said, "which is why I want to assure you... My personal issues are resolved."

Quinn blinked. Elana shook her head, looking down for a moment before returning her gaze to his.

"Well... I mean not completely... But what I mean is, I'm... In a much better place than I was yesterday," she said. She smiled over at Luke as he entered, and he returned it. Quinn studied the interaction with the high powered precision of a targeting laser.

"... Oh?" He managed quietly. Elana nodded.

"Yes. I... I thought what I needed was..." Elana shook her head, "but I got what I actually needed... Someone to talk to."

"Just talk?" Quinn asked. Elana looked at him, surprised. His face fell.

"Ah, My Lady, please forgive me, it is none of my business, that was completely inappropriate-"

"No, no," Elana said softly, "honestly, my... Usual way of dealing with things is no longer an option, given my responsibilities. You don't have to worry about that. And honestly? I think just talking did me a lot more good."

"Oh... I... I see," Quinn managed, becoming far less tense "that is good to hear."

Princess Leia arrived at last, trailed by Han, Chewbacca, and a woman with white hair who looked a great deal like the Princess. It took Elana a moment to put a name to the face...

"Winter Organa," Elana muttered, "I didn't know she was here... I suppose it makes sense though."

"Yes, My Lady," Quinn said quietly, as Mon Mothma stood up at the head of the conference table. The doors shut on the room, and all eyes landed on the Chandrilan Senator. She gave them all a wan smile.

"We've suffered a great tragedy. First our losses at Scariff. Then the brutal, horrific destruction of Alderaan... But the sacrifices of the brave men and women of our forces have given us a true victory over the Empire."

Luke, and a few other pilots who were in the back took their applause with humility. There was a tall, blonde, female pilot in the back who was scowling constantly, especially at her and Leia. Elana frowned, and leaned over to Quinn.

"Who's that?" She murmured, pointing with her eyes. Quinn picked up on it easily.

"Evaan Fairchild, I believe. She was a graduate of the Alderaan Flight School we tried to recruit for the Civil Defense Fleet, but she declined. She was backseater on one of the Y-Wings that attacked the Death Star."

"Alderaanian? Wow. She was clearly ahead of the curve," Elana murmured.

"We have reports from across the galaxy," Mon Mothma continued, "of uprisings and revolts against the Empire. On their way here," and here Mon Mothma nodded to Elana, "the Alderaanian Civil Defense Fleet after narrowly escaping Alderaan's destruction, were able to liberate Uveda Prime!"

Some claps and cheers greeted them-Led by Leia. Elana smiled and nodded graciously, especially at Luke's whoop.

"However," Mon Mothma stated, now sounding much more somber, "the war is not won. Darth Vader apparently escaped, alive. The Imperial Fleet is regrouping. And they know the location of our main base."

Mon Mothma nodded to Elana and Leia.

"With your permission, Your Highness, Viceroy Elana? We would ask that you utilize your fleet to help us evacuate to a new secret base."

Elana was about to voice agreement, looking over at Leia and expecting to see her nodding... But all she met from the other woman was a determined scowl. Leia stood up.

"I am perfectly willing," Leia began, "to use the fleet to help us evacuate... But not right now. Not when we have an opportunity to strike back, now, while the Empire is in disarray."

Wait what, Elana thought, schooling her features to hide her surprise. General Dodonna also looked a bit shocked, but smoothly transitioned.

"While I agree the Empire has suffered a massive defeat, one that is causing an immense amount of chaos and trouble for them," the general said, "the bulk of their fleet is still in full operation. And with our losses from Scariff and the Death Star, we don't have enough strength to mount a major strike. Not now-"

"But now is the perfect time to strike back," Leia insisted, "they would never except us to make such a move in the wake of these losses! And while we have lost a great deal, the Alderaanian Fleet gives us a strike force! One we can use, right now! While the Empire is distracted!" She looked over at Elana with a smile.

"After all," Leia said, "the fleet was able to liberate a whole world, even while running from the Empire! We can't let the Empire dictate the pace of this war! We need to keep hitting them, before they can get reorganized!"

"Did you have specific targets in mind, Your Highness?" Mon Mothma asked. Leia nodded, and pushed over her holocomm. She activated it, and it projected a huge, heavy industrial world.

"This is Cymoon-1, a primary factory world for the Empire in the Corellian Industrial Cluster," Leia stated, "hitting this world with the entire Alderaan fleet in a surprise attack could cripple a main logistics hub of the Empire. This would allow many revolts across the galaxy a better chance to succeed, without the Empire's industrial might being used to attack them!"

Leia looked at Elana eagerly.

"I've been working on this all morning," Leia said excitedly, "all the weapons you stole from Horusk Station would make this operation simple!"

"Well, in a sense, yes..." Elana said.

"So, what's the problem?" Leia pressed, "we have a fleet: Why not use it?"

Elana hesitated. She may not have been an expert on the Empire's military like Quinn, but she did know that the fleet strength of the Imperial Navy in the Corellian Sector was... Overwhelming. So much so that any overt strike on them would be outnumbered ten to one, easily. Unless they prevented other bases from responding to an attack in time.

Or, had a LOT of distractions going on at other bases.

And her fleet? Well, they'd won a victory, sure... But these were still the same people who only three days ago couldn't keep their vessels in formation. Whom she had held back all but one of their squadrons from the fight because only one had any competent pilots in it.

Did they have firepower? Oh yes. Plenty of it. All her ships were packed to the gills with missiles, mines and torpedoes.

But a full assault? Even with all fifty ships... The odds were not looking good.

But contradicting the Princess in front of the Rebellion's leaders... Also did not look good.

Quinn, as if sensing her conflict, stood up.

"With all due respect, Your Highness," Quinn said calmly, "while you are correct that Cymoon-1 is a prime target, its sheer defenses mean the fleet would sustain heavy losses trying to get into bombardment range. The only way to avoid this would be with extensive infiltration into the world's defenses beforehand. This is a potential target for us, but very high risk and sheer numbers and surprise is not enough to change the odds."

"A surprise attack with our entire fleet could punch through the defenses," Leia insisted, "just enough to inflict catastrophic damage to the planet."

"I agree, we could," Quinn said carefully, "however, the losses to our side would be huge. Even if all our crews were well trained and brought up to Imperial standards-Which, I'm sorry to say, they haven't been."

Leia scowled.

"The Empire isn't going to be this distracted forever," Leia argued, "we need to take every advantage to strike back that we can!"

"Cymoon-1 is not a target we can attack right now," Quinn said calmly, "the Imperial Fleet defends it too well-"

"Do you base that on your expert knowledge as a former member of that fleet?" Leia shot back, unpleasant implications in her growl. Winter's eyebrows went up. Luke gaped. Even Mon Mothma seemed taken aback. Elana's eyes burned back.

She rose up, standing at Quinn's side.

"If it wasn't for Lieutenant Quinn, a native Alderaanian," Elana stated, words punctuated like a blaster cannon, "I don't think our fleet would be here, Your Highness."

Leia bit back her anger, like she was trying to cage an unruly beast. She succeeded, her tone apologetic.

"I am sorry for that, Lieutenant," Leia said quietly, "but the fact remains we can't just stop fighting!"

"We have no intention of stopping the fight," Mon Mothma said, as gently as she could, "but we also have other means of fighting than just outright attack. Uveda Prime has major industrial facilities in orbit. We need to take measures to help secure them against Imperial retaliation. As well as secure a new secret base."

"Ah, Senator, Your Highness," Han said, raising his hand awkwardly like he was back in school, "while I'm totally for the evacuation? I don't think Cymoon-1 is as impenetrable a target as Quinn thinks. No offense," he nodded, "but I know a lot of underworld business goes through there. Jabba's especially. Give me, Quinn, and Chewie some time."

He shot them a roguish grin.

"I guarantee you, in a month, maybe two? I'll have the means of getting us into Cymoon-1... And turning it into a floating pile of slag. Without us losing a single ship."

Quinn looked surprised. Leia smiled broadly at the smuggler, who smirked back. Luke looked a little anxious, though for conflicting reasons. Mon Mothma smiled and nodded.

"We will leave it to you, Captain Solo," Mon Mothma said, "take what resources you need. In the meantime, Your Highness?"

Leia nodded slowly, looking Elana intently in the eyes for a moment, before she looked back at Mon Mothma.

"The Alderaanian Fleet will do whatever it can to aid in our evacuation," she said.

Elana nodded as well, feeling much less tension in the air. She shot Solo a brief, grateful look: The man was rough, but he wasn't a half bad diplomat.

"My people will start coordinating with your leaders on the ground," Elana said with a smile.

The rest of the meeting was mainly devoted to sorting out the nitty gritty details of the evacuation. Quinn dutifully recorded the necessary information, and she and Earnhart began to work with Leia on how to organize things. Luke volunteered to lead a scouting party to some potential locations for their new base, while Solo would see if any of his underworld contacts could help. They were clearly in a bit of competition over the princess, which Leia seemed to be ignoring as best she could.

Yet the memory of the ugliness the Princess had shown in that moment wouldn't leave Elana's mind.

She knew that it was not unjustified. Leia had to watch Alderaan explode, same as the rest of them. Her fury over the loss was something Elana felt just as well.

Yet Leia's anger was strong... And she was meant to defer to her.

Elana pushed her worries aside for the moment. There was a lot of work to do, and the Princess was being perfectly rational right now, using her skills as a diplomat to sooth over any potential wrinkles.

Yet despite this... The worries remained.

 

[Bear Ribs]

Very nice, so many stories forget to include conflict between the "good guys."

 

[Ash's Boomstick]

One problem will be with the fleet now part of the Alliance that it might be pulled in different directions, possibly forced to split into smaller task forces, unless they decide they don't belong to the overall Alliance forces and are more or less privateers under a flag.

 

[ShadowArxxy]

One problem will be with the fleet now part of the Alliance that it might be pulled in different directions, possibly forced to split into smaller task forces, unless they decide they don't belong to the overall Alliance forces and are more or less privateers under a flag.

The organization of the Alliance in this time period is rather confusing, because they were supposed to be a highly decentralized cell-based movement and Endor was canonically the *only* time they ever risked massing all of their space assets for a single operation, although they still massed quite a bit for Scarif.

As such, there aren't really supposed to be any "overall" Alliance forces at this time.

 

[Knowledgeispower]

One problem will be with the fleet now part of the Alliance that it might be pulled in different directions, possibly forced to split into smaller task forces, unless they decide they don't belong to the overall Alliance forces and are more or less privateers under a flag.

Splitting the fleet up isn't a good idea until you some MC80s to build formations around. At this point I'm pretty sure the Alliance has all of 3 MC80s of which Home One is one.

 

[ShadowArxxy]

Home One is sort of the second coming of the Great Executor Size War, for she's officially a slightly larger variant of the MC80s, but the movie model and footage is indicative of a much larger actual size well in excess of twice the length of an MC80.

 

[ATP]

Interesting - Leja here could fall to Dark side.

 

[Ash's Boomstick]

Home One is sort of the second coming of the Great Executor Size War, for she's officially a slightly larger variant of the MC80s, but the movie model and footage is indicative of a much larger actual size well in excess of twice the length of an MC80.

I remember the size was for a long time mentioned as 3200m long but the armament was insanely small at only a few dozen weapons but ten squadrons of fighters. Honestly I like to this the numbers were transposed and should have been several times higher.

As for the fleet, I suppose it might have been when Ackbar was rescued that the fleet formed up into the actual Alliance navy, as they started using actual battlegroups (although according to Disney canon that happened around this time anyway, the mid-rim retreat I think it's called)

 

[Ash's Boomstick]

What about the other large ships like the Bulwark we see in Rebellion or older recovered Clone Wars era ships like the Fortressa (although she would have been destroyed) plus with a little help from the Alderaanian fleet, some other losses taken may not be. Perhaps they can be used to head to salvage or scrapping bases to capture decommissioned ships and fighters to increase their own.

(I also want to mention that while I don't actually go to SB anymore as a member, I do religiously follow Uninspired Voyages, I love it)

 

[AndrewJTalon]

What about the other large ships like the Bulwark we see in Rebellion or older recovered Clone Wars era ships like the Fortressa (although she would have been destroyed) plus with a little help from the Alderaanian fleet, some other losses taken may not be. Perhaps they can be used to head to salvage or scrapping bases to capture decommissioned ships and fighters to increase their own.

(I also want to mention that while I don't actually go to SB anymore as a member, I do religiously follow Uninspired Voyages, I love it)

Thanks! My muse is a bit consumed with Star Wars right now, but I am amused my spoof of Inspired Voyages is popular. Hopefully more popular than Inspired Voyages, eesh. That story was written like a manual of stereo assembly instructions.

 

[Ash's Boomstick]

Thanks! My muse is a bit consumed with Star Wars right now, but I am amused my spoof of Inspired Voyages is popular. Hopefully more popular than Inspired Voyages, eesh. That story was written like a manual of stereo assembly instructions.

I tried to read it, it kind of just went bleh for me. I prefer the sillier versions of things like this and Detox. There are so many ways they could have made things easier in Voyager, its just the writers are morons and in universe the crew are useless.

Have you considered a comedic version of things for a SW story, where the idiot ball isn't bounced around all the time and people realise what their technology and/or abilities could really mean.