Executor

"There are some people that use descretion as an excuse for being a chicken shit coward."

                                            - Anakin Skywalker after landing the Invisible Hand

MaC looked over at the entire royal Battlestar fleet. He was in an original Battlestar, the first of the colonials. They looked very similar to the Galactica type, but were larger. They used the old centon measurements, and had energy based weapons.

      A pair of star destroyers and a super star destroyer had been reported to have been seen in the area, and they didn't want to risk a modern capital ship against them. The original battlestars, Galactica, Pegasus, Atlantia and Pacifica were the first ships with capable striking power against the Cylons.

      The Galactica type was next built, finding that the lack of flak on the original ships allowed the Cylon missiles to pass through the slow traversing laser batteries. The original battlestars were slated to training missions.

     At the time if the fall of the colonies, there were several of the massive Nova class battlestars named as the original battlestars. Therefore, there would have been three generations of the ships named those names.

    MaC's command, Baltica, and a second that would bear the brunt of the fight, Indra, began to power up their sublight engines. After making headway from the main fleet stationed over Yavin, they powered up their lightspeed engines, and zoomed towards the enemy fleet.

    Indra began to take heavy damage as soon as she dropped out. The Imperial scanners were focused on her, and they didn't notice the other Battlestar dropping out on the other side.

    "MaC, Indra is reporting heavy damage to her flight pods!"

     MaC, who hung from the middle of the old CIC, looked at the pony manning the radio station. "Very well. Bring her around, we're going in."

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     Vader looked at the burning Indra. "Burn, Indra. Burn." His voice was full of malice. All of the battlestars would be crushed like this. Then, Anima's creatures would fill his ranks. Their use of the force had been amazing.

     "Sir, you should really take a look at the second battlestar."

     "Shut up, I want to enjoy every second of this ship's destruction, and you're babbling about a second battlestar-" he turned his head, then screamed like a little girl. Turning his TIE fighter, he quickly turned tail back to the Super Star Destroyer.

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       Palpatine stood in the bridge of the SSD. "Sir, there is a second Battlestar!"

       "Destroy it. Then move on."

       "Sir, it hasn't stopped to engage our fighters!"

        "If it hasn't stopped to engage our fighters and it hasn't headed out towards the stars, then where is she headed?!"

        The person in the battle information center spoke up. "Directly towards us."

       Palpatine had to take a moment to find words. "Wha- but that's absurd! It's almost as if that commander didn't care for the Indra!"

       Vader walked in. "May I suggest the legendary Central Fleet Management Computer our spies have told us about?"

       "...MaC....yes....MaC...of course....MaC!" The old man stuttered. "What does he care about any life, he wants-oh....he wants...he wants me!"

       Vader stood there stoically.

       "Recall all of our fighters at once!"

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       "They're recalling fighters." The pony on the Indra wireless networking system spoke out. Commander Hot Head looked at the scanners.

       "But what about the plan?" Another voice spoke out.

       "No. That was our plan. That was never MaC's plan." Hot Head spoke ominously.

         "Incoming fighters have suddenly turned back. MaC's attacking all three ships at once."

         "Just what he said he would do."

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         "How far are we?"

         "One hundred ten centons. Ten in several minutes at this speed."

         MaC looked at the pony. "Alright, alright, let's get there. We have a very important meeting with a human named Vader."

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         Palpatine sat on his throne, back turned to Vader. "How long before our fighter return to defend us?"

       "I'm afraid the Baltic will reach us first." Vader responded.

       "Fall back, let the star destroyers engage them."

       "I do not think the destroyer commanders would appreciate that."

       Palpatine turned to his general. "That was an order, not a request."

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        "Two star destroyers are coming up on range, sir. The super star destroyer is falling behind them."

        "That would be Vader's ship. Plot a course between the two forward ships."

        "It's gonna be a little sticky in there, sir."

        "All batteries, ready up. Bring electronic shields to maximum power."

        The shielding proved futile against the cylon nukes, but against lasers, they had a certain leverage.

        The Baltica charged between and underneath the two, guns blazing. The star destroyers were designed without the thinking of underbelly armor. Laser fire cut directly through the entire height of the ship, and several salvos later, the two ships were out of the fight. Still in one piece, but not in operational condition.

       "Standby, all missiles for point blank launch! Their shields won't be able to help them."

       "Closing on blank range. Ten. Nine. Eight."

       *pew! Pew! Pew!*

        "Six. Five."

        *herrkt! Herrkt!*

         "Two. One."

         "Fire all missiles!"

         Palpatine and Vader managed to commandeer their own shuttle, and escaped the destruction. But most of the crew were trapped inside of the massive carrier-battleship.

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          Hot Head ran over to the scanners. "What happened?"

          "The SSD blew up. The Baltica was mighty close. Her signal disappeared."

          "There is a chance MaC fired the lightspeed engines before the explosion hit them." A CIC crew suggested.

          Hot Head shook his head. "No. There wasn't a chance for them to spin up the drives." Everyone in the CIC looked at him. "I'm afraid they are beyond saving."