*Aboard the Wayfarer Delta, Present Time*

They were now finally seeing the potential future, dying on this desolate world. As the crew was beginning to plan a mutiny and beginning to start it, there began massive explosions all throughout the ship. More recently, a decompression alarm blared out. On the Bridge, the situation had changed from possible mutiny to utter panic.

“Status report, where is the decompression?” Kahn yelled, then looking over he noticed that the sensor officer was on the ground. “Officer down! Telok take his station!”

“Yes, Sir.” Telok said as he ran to the station. “Sir, the explosions are at random power couplings across the ship. There is a Decompression in the Main Power Control Room and no airlock so that we can get inside. All personal have been evacuated, and all hatched into the area are dead bolted.” Telok Said looking at the console.

There was one more massive explosion, and then everything went dark and got quiet. Though it was unknown what had happened, it was most likely a Power Coupling on the bridge exploding.

Meanwhile across the ship, explosions seem to be going off in critical points across the ship. Off-Ship Communications, Airlocks, Weapons, even Lights were disabled. There was no way into the Delta, and no way out. The only hope for the crew was that life support would not be damaged. The question was, how was a rescue going to happen with no airlocks and no Atmosphere outside the ship.

Telok switched on his Light Amplification Cybernetic Implant, so that he could see around the bridge and operate the necessary console. He then looked around the bridge to see that the majority of the bridge crew were on the ground. The Air also seemed to be getting thin. He ran over to the Oxygen Meter, saw that it was in the red and then ran over to the Communications Console; he then activated the Delta’s Internal Comm.

“Hull Breach, We are leaking Air. Get to Oxygen masks or Pressure suits, now!”

He then hung up the channel and ran to the cabinet of Pressure Suits, and then put one on.

The ship was now royal Fraked, either Life Support was out or there was a hole in the hull. Either way the last supply of Oxygen and on this world was slowly disappearing.

* ISD Suspense, Present Time*

“Shuttle Two-Two-Four-Niner-Echo you are clear to depart straight out, Contact Viper Lead to Confirm joining formation and location of Delta.” The Suspense’s Comm. Office said over comm.

“Two-Two-Four-Niner-Echo, Affirmative, Clear of Suspense. Contacting Viper Lead for Formation.” 2249-Echo’s Comm. Tech said over comm.
The Comm. Tech of 2249-Echo then switched the channel over to an Chanel Connected to Viper Squadron.

“Two-Two-Four-Niner-Echo, Recovery Shuttle; Requesting Permission to join formation.” 2249-Echo’s Comm. tech said. “Also, we have a member of Recovery Team requesting Private Channel with Viper Lead.”

“Affirmative on the formatting, and who is requesting communication?” Viper Lead replied.

“Chief Petty Officer Char Nobyl, he is requesting to speak to you in a private Comm. Channel. Awaiting your Approval for Communication.”

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"...Our primary goal here is to find that transport and rescue it's crew, which means that Transport 2249-Echo needs to stay around.  We're sure as heck going to need it if we want to save those crew members down there," Tomas said, finishing off a short briefing. It can't hurt to refresh them on our objectives, especially with the new recruits we've got littered throughout our ranks.

“Two-Two-Four-Niner-Echo, Recovery Shuttle; Requesting Permission to join formation.” a voice spoke up over the comm. Checking his systems, Tomas identified it as a tech from the 2249-Echo. “Also, we have a member of Recovery Team requesting Private Channel with Viper Lead.”

“Affirmative on the formatting, and who is requesting communication?” Tomas replied puzzled.

“Chief Petty Officer Char Nobyl, he is requesting to speak to you in a private Comm. Channel. Awaiting your Approval for Communication.” That's odd, why in private?...I do not know a Char Nobyl, and I can't see a reason otherwise. Nevertheless, Tomas switched his comm. over to a private frequency.

"This is Viper Lead, how can I be of assistance?" Tomas said, curious of the response he'd get at the other end.

“Greetings Viper Lead, Chief Petty Officer Char Nobyl here. I just had to ask, what possible reason could you have to take on a mission such as this? You now fly into the belly of a massive storm without so much as a peep in protest. Your ships can’t withstand these conditions for very long, and there is a massive area in which we must search. For all we know, the storms have completely covered Delta in sand by now.”

“Life Mister Nobyl, it’s as simple as that. I have full confidence in my pilots to be cautious and alert to any problems they encounter. We will not lose anyone, and we will not leave anyone behind. That means the Delta’s crew in particular.” Tomas finished his short speech, once again caught up in the moment with his ideals.

“Ah, I see…thank you, sir,” the Petty Officer replied awkwardly. This was a volunteer mission for the most part…why come along with such reservations? Tomas was puzzled, but let it slide as he focused back on the current situation. The rest of the squadron had dropped below the storm clouds and each pair of eyes was peering out into the sand and dust trying to get a visual on the fallen Wayfarer, but also being on the alert for any unexpected and harsh surprises. The weather was bad enough that they could barely see anything around them and as a result they now were flying closer to the planet’s surface than they might’ve liked.

“Oops, rock formation at 12 o’clock get some altitude as soon as possible.” Tomas ordered as he himself pulled up slightly to avoid the outcropping. Oops followed suit, though he left a little less comfort room, barely getting up and over the peaks.

“I’ve got systems shutting down, Viper Lead!” Oops reported in a calm fashion. “Nothing critical, some dust must’ve gotten inside during that last maneuver. I’m good to go,” he continued after a brief pause.

“Negative, get into orbit and return to the Suspense. I’m not risking anyone for the success of this mission.”

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Note: I do not intend for us to come along anything hostile. Feel free to write about visibility, rocks/sand dunes/cliffs you encounter (perhaps some unexpected big pesky lizard should you get too to the surface), problems the sand is having with your fighters, etc. Feel free to continue to do character development as well...keep up the good work guys.

* Aboard the Wayfarer Delta, Present Time *

Telok stood on the bridge, as the last conscious officer on it. He had planned a mutiny to get command, but now it seemed that it would not be necessary. The ship was drying, the storms were getting worse. It seemed that the world would be ending for the Delta; they would die here buried alive.

He heard something and looked over to see the ships XO, Commander Kahn, with an oxygen mask standing with a live grenade in one hand and a pistol in the other.

“You just couldn’t leave well enough alone, we could have been successful. We could have had power, money, an empire of our own. If you would not have kept sneaking around we could have been successful. It was not our plan to stay here, but you and to keep snooping around so now we shall. There are remote detonators that were planted around the ship by the Mechanic before he left. As they detonated, they stranded us here, so now … see what you have done. Though I shall not remain, you shall remain here, buried alive.” Kahn said as he dropped the grenade, incinerating himself and throwing Telok back, Kahn was dead instantly. Telok after being disoriented stood up; he looked over and say what Kahn did.

“Frak, you bastard.” He said as he looked around. He then noticed that his helmet visor cracked, leaking air and pressure. He looked at what was left of Kahn.

He then walked over to where the XO had his post. He found a Data pad sitting on the seat at the console. He looked at it, and then placed it on the ground. He then picked up Kahn’s Pistol and shot the data pad, destroying it and all of its contents. No one but Telok knew what was on that data pad, and he wanted it to remain that way.

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The debris that was found from the Delta gave the pilots the motivation they needed to continue on their hunt for the Transport that seemed to have vanished just outside of the planet Osigao-Phi's surface.  The squadron stayed in tight formation as they drew themselves away from the area they had just searched, only to find that there was just more miles, and miles of the dust they had been searching through previously.

It wasn't until nearly an hour later that another reading was brought up from transport 2249-Echo, and this time it looked like something promising.  The metallic readings were much higher than earlier, and some sort of heat source had been picked up.  It now needed to be confirmed that the readings were true.

"Long range scans are needing to be confirmed.  Keep the jets burning, we've got to get there was quick as possible," said Tomas, "We must not waste any time in doing this...Who knows what could have happened with the crew already?"

The whole situation seemed to put Jaden in some sort of Trance.  He hadn't payed much attention to the Wayfarer class Transport the entire time during the mission, just because he had much bigger priorities on his mind at that time.  The ship wasn't even connected with his fighter in any way at all, but yet neither was it to any of the other pilots of the squadron.  All of the pilots were on a mad search for something that could be completely lost, but hopes are always high in the Vast Empire Navy.

"Getting closer Cap'" said Jaden, "I'm getting good life form readings.  Possibly two to three signatures...waiting for a valid ship code confirmation"

Seconds passed.

"We have our ship sir," said Jaden, "Wayfarer Class Transport Delta, still in tact."

Hushes and whispers rang out through the com channel as the fighters grew closer to the debris.

Ibram circled the wreckage, watching the shuttle as it evacuated the crew..

The Delta looked battered and bruised, and what looked like internal explosions had gutted the engines, and the rear sections. “She came down hard,” he said to Jaden.

“No kidding. I’ll be glad when this babysitting duty is over.”

Ibram had to agree with him. As a first mission, it wasn’t exactly thrilling. I guess he could be thankful he made it through it alive. Ibram watched as the rest of the squadron formed up around the crash site. He remembered something.

“One, this is Eight, I just remembered something. The outer airlock was open when we got here. Delta may have launched a recon party, permission to scout around.”

“Permission granted Eight, be careful. Lieutenant, watch his back.” “Copy one.”

Ibram circled round in a widening loop, scanners at the max. “Do you think we’ll find anything kid?” Jaden asked.

“Who knows, but it’s something to do.” Ibram said. 15 meters out, they found a ravine.

“Hmm, I’m getting a faint reading on my scanners. I’m going in the ravine for a closer look. Sir, hold position here.” “Copy that, it’s your show newbie.”

Ibram brought is fighter to a hover, and lowered it into the ravine. Light was poor on the desert planet anyway, but here in the ravine, it was twilight.

“Jadan, can you hear me?” “Loud and clear kid, what do you see?”

“Not much, visibility is poor. I’m nearing the bottom, and the readings are getting slightly stronger.”

Ibram looked around. He could see something flashing just in front of him… it was the search-light from a Imperial Speeder-bike. As his eyes adjusted to the light, the scene emerged before him. Three speeder bikes laid battered and strewn across the floor, one of them had its search light on. Two of the pilots we’re dead, lying in across the floor. A third was still on his speeder, and Ibram could see him breathing.

“Gak! Jaden, get the shuttle over here! We have a survivor!”

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341 words. I'm just trying to draw this out a bit now. I know it's practically over, but since the competition is still running, might aswell keep posting here until a new mission gets put up.

Mutiny

The rumour had spread through-out the squadron like wildfire. The crew had, or had attempted to, mutiny against the officer in charge. Ibram had only been in active service a few weeks, but even he knew that it was wrong. People get shot for that.

He opened up a private channel to Jaden. “Sir…do you think it’s true?”

There was a brief pause. “Who knows kid, but it’s not our problem. All we’re here to do is escort them home. The Fleet will handle the rest.”

“….yes sir.”

Ibram and Jaden we’re bring up the rear of the “convoy”. Third flight were flying close escort on the shuttle, and the CO’s flight we’re leading the way. 3PX and his wingman we’re on the flanks.

As the squadron cruised slowly back to the rendezvous point, Ibram couldn’t help but think of a story his uncle had told him once, about  the aftermath of the Battle of Endor….

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With the Emperor dead, the Imperial fleet beaten, and Rebel forces running amuck through Imperial space, dissent and fear spread through-out the galactic Empire. Some systems allied themselves with the rebel forces, some chose a neutral stance. Others simply rebelled against the Imperial government on the planet. Before the Empire started fracturing, it was decided that the Moff’s and Governors should do whatever they could to keep their worlds in line. Some succeeded, some didn’t 

The shipyards at Yaga Minor had been put into over drive for the past few years by this point, and the workers we’re becoming tired. Moff Kurlen Flennic had been given his position by the Emperor himself, and he wasn’t about to let the Emperor down, even in death.

When news of the Empires defeat broke, unrest grew amongst the workers: the empire had been defeated, why should they continue working at overdrive? Why should they continue working at all? Strikes began to take place all over the shipyards.

Upon hearing this, Moff Flennic initiated the ultimate response. He sent in his Imperial Garrison, and ordered them to kill anyone who would not go back to work. It was a massacre.

One of the bloodiest engagements took place in what was known as “Bay 23-Alpha.” Once the workers realised what the Imperial Garrison was doing, they armed themselves, and what started off as a massacre escalated into a bloody war between the two sides.

A group of workers we’re held up in Bay-23 Alpha, along with their friends and family. Some had taken up positions around the bay, and others we’re inside one of the Carrack-class cruisers currently under construction, trying to bring the weapons online.

The task of clearing them out was given to a squad of Imperial Stormtroopers, under the command of a Sergeant Daniel Tyrol. The squad made short work of the workers out in the open, cutting them down in a hail of fire. This caused those inside to stop what they we’re doing, and go help the defenders.

Casualties were high, with the workers losing a lot of people. Sergeant Tyrol had only lost a few, but since his unit was so small, he was unable to press the attack, so a stalemate ensued. Eventually, Sergeant Tyrol was ordered to evacuate the bay. The workers started celebrating, thinking they had won, but that celebration was short-lived, as the Imperial-class Star Destroyer Indigo destroyed the bay with its turbo lasers, incineration everyone.

It later turned out that sergeant Tyrol’s squad was simply being used as a distraction, whilst the Indigo came into range. Sergeant Tyrol was awarded a medal for his work, which he later threw in the bin.

The total estimated death toll amongst the workers was estimated at around 500, along with around 400 women, children, and other non-combatants that had been caught up in the strikes.

As compensation to those who had survived, Moff Flennic decreed that the workers didn’t have to work at overdrive anymore, and that normal working hours would resume.

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“Stand by Vipers, we’re nearing the rendezvous point, prepare to break for orbit.”

Ibram checked his equipment one last time, preparing to head back to the Suspense. Apart from those in his old squad, no-one knew that his uncle had been a part of those massacres. Ibram hoped a similar thing wouldn’t happen here.

Otherwise, I’m escorting these survivors to their deaths…..

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730 words. Please tell me if you think there is something wrong with the canon of this post. The shipyard strikes never officially happened in the EU, but i hope the way i've laid it out makes it feasible.