The Rebel Faction

Situation Assesment...

Main Doors barred - exit plan B implimented...

Arming weapons...

Emperor Fearsons should have known when he invited war droids aboard the Death Star that a simple room could not contain them. Indeed, had they not been in a hurry, the mere presence of 1000 laser cannons would have melted the walls.

As it was, though, a class A thermal detonator did the job nicely, carving a hole large enough to exit through. Then they were on the move, wary now for the Empire's mutants, the Dark Troopers, and moving steadily away from the station.

Their job done, now it was time to get off the station. Anyone who would stand in their way would die...

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Elian Toritho heard the new with some distress, some joy and a lot of confusion. What the hell had happened?<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Colonel Elevener, Lieutenant Torenth send all shuttles and craft that can dock with the Death Star there they are to dock take on maximum capacity of Death Star Crewers. then return to larger capital ships. Omega squad is to find who the hell set off that reactor and get them out. Dreadnaught will go shadow the Rogue Imperial fleet keeping it's fields online so that they can't escape yet. We may le them eventually but not yet. All shuttles and craft have 20 minutes to be loaded. The clock is ticking gentelman let's go." Elian quickly ordered his Ground Ops and Communication officers

Tellien looked quizzically over at Gash. 'Those readings from the Death Star indicate some kind of overload.'

Gash frowned. "Self-imposed, no doubt. Order Treseda to comandeer a shuttle hanger, then report on how many shuttles he needs. Move ten to a ready position."
"We have our orders." Kasien said, scratching his head slightly in both disbelief and dismay. "Evacuation."

Vericci, one of the commanders who had headed up Alpha squad, blinked. 'How long?'

"Twenty five minutes."

Vericci rocked back on his heels, shaking his head disbelievingly at Kasien. 'That's impossible. This thing is too huge... at the most, we can evacuate half, no more -- '

"We'll help to evacuate only non-Rogue Empire personell." Kasien cut him off, starting down the hall. "If the Rogue Empire bunch want to catch a ride with us, we'll not stop them. But this is their station."

Vericci caught up to Kasien, stopping him. 'Then? How the bloody hell do we do this?'

Kasien took a deep breath. "I'll take a squad of five down to the nearest cargo bay. We should be able to evacuate most non-TRE personell on the transports in there. You secure as many NR personell as possible, and whoever else you can. Now."
Kasien trotted through the corridor, firing five shots into the door's electronic lock and kicking the port in. Crouching to afford enemies a smaller target and himself better AIM, the New Republic Ubiqtorate Director noted only seven Rogue Imperial guards in the expansive hanger. Only two shuttles populated the bay.

"Fire!" He shouted, blasting stun bolts at the guards. The others five soldiers lanced out the blue arcs at the soldiers, dropping them with little difficulty. All but one went down, and Kasien took him with a blast in the head that sent him reeling to the ground.

Kasien stood, rushing over to the shuttles, tapping the locks quickly and glancing back at his squad. "Get a electromagentic stream disengage on this." He said, with one of the soldiers leaping to comply. Treseda marched away from the shuttle's door, bringing his commlink to his mouth. "Attention, New Republic Command and all squads. Report to hangar bay X1BX. Command, request five shuttles to accomadate fleeing personell."

'Acknowledged.'
Tellien looked up from his commlink, nodding. 'He took seven. They're out of the station now.'

"How many got away?"

'All of the New Republic personell. At least a few hundred others, and seven unconscious Rogue Imperial guards.' Tellien replied, reading them off the tally in front of him.

Gash nodded. "Fire a few shots at the hanger doors, and land as many small transport craft in that hanger as possible. Stop landing them when those radiation readings climb by 40%. That should give us enough time."

Hundreds of thousands of former Rogue Imperial had abandoned the stattion at Hoth. Over half a million remained to evacuate.

The sheer logistics of it were boggling. And impossible.

The newly-dubbed Jutraalian personnel tried, but their efforts were failing. Thousands of TIE fighters were fleeing and being corralled with the larger vessels. Many transports, freightors, and shuttles were moving away, dumping their sentient cargo on large ships and returning without care for their own crews' lives, to pick up more men and equipment.

* * *

Aboard Jilaeek

" Sir, we have no choice. We have to go. Now."

The Major-General assigned to command the massive station was resigned to his own death. His men were fleeing, but every one of the command crew had flatly refused to leave until every other man was free of the dying metallic moon.

" Captain Lyrrel. What is the status of our hyper-drive engines?"

The Engineering officer shook his head. " Our hyperdrives will not be finished for some time. Our sublight drives are barely functioning..."

" You said barely....does that mean we can move?"

" For a little. And very briefly. And stopping the momentum will be damn near impossible."

" Then that is what we shall do. We shall not be responisble for the death of every warship and drydock crewman within our anticipated detonation radius."

The General turned to his helmsman, who after being assigned this post, thought all he would do was stargaze. " Lieutenant, make immediately for the far side of the planet."

A young, bright eyed but somber faced officer nodded and turned to his station.

* * *

The massive durasteel-covered globe rumbled form its original position, the spherical vessel skaing away its many moorings and tossing vacant work pods and access ways about. Kilotons of debris from the workspaces alone came crumbling down around Jilaeek. Fountains of metal and spare parts shot away as the station rotated and begna floating away.

Deep inside, power was fed to a reactor that was badly leaking very txoic gases....and now fuel. The additional power feed was causing an already stressed dutranium casing's gap to expand. Slowly, and then faster and faster.

Entire relays were being contaminated with the gaseous substance that was needed to cool portions of the superlaser's focusing array. Those relays were melting down, causing hyperelectronic systems to get improper orders. When power was automatically decreased from the primary maneuvering thrusters, the jumbled systems never realyed the order, causing power to grow.

The reactor was pushing itself as much as possible, a human being not anywhere within ffity kilometers of it....the harmonic vibrations would rive any living organism mad...and the increasing radiation would immediately neutralize them as well.

Every nook and cravase of the station was shaking as if the ancient gods had risen and were clutching the station in their talons, begining to tighten their grasp, the hull starining against the weight and pressure.

It was not soon that Exhaust Conduit XG-115_Delta, one of the original design flaws that was recduced to the size of a credit voucher, became overheated. Plasma rocketed from its secure casing and through the hundred kilometer long shaft. Upon entering space, it reacted violently, explosions dotting the surface around the expanding conduit.

* * *

" General, we cannot stop ourselves now. The reactor is critical...I cannot be sure of anything: all sensors there are destroyed or malfunctioning. I do know that if we remain here, the radiation will eat us alive in ten minutes."

" It has been good to serve with you, gentlemen. I would rather die with no braver men then you...there are none."

The General saluted them and retired to the antechamber.

From therein could be heard the lone report of an Imperial-manufactured blaster pistol.

Many followed it. Sucide was favorable, after all, to a painful, radioactivity-induced death.

* * *

The radioactivity had become rampant throughout the ship...so much that the levels could be read coming from the station and some craft coming from it.

It was with great regret and many sucides on the gundecks of the Jutraalian warships, that those detected as contaminated were blasted from the stars....their passanger names recorded for psthumous awards and condolences.

The station continued to move, drawn in my the orbital gravity of Hoth itself. It moved further from its berth, and closer to the icy depths below.

It would never crash into Hoth, though.

The station continued to belch plasma and other debris, but the core could not be contained any more by the dutiful efforts of former Rogue Imperial droids.

The massive station exploded.

Thousands of small ships were caught in the devastation...long with the tens of thousands of crewmen who had escaped the radiation. Many more on the shipyards, and the three Carrack Cruisers that had not abandoned their post.

From afar, it was like watching the sun rise a million fold. There was a bright flash of light, replaced with a massive seemingly-still fireball against the blue backdrop of the orbited world.

Debris shot out across the stars, and massive chunks were brought onto Hoth itself. Their impact caused irreparable damage, as enormous craters would pockmark the landscape for eons to come. The dust and ice thrown up could very well change the climate patterns.

But in the here and now, many hundreds of thousands of crewmen had just given their lives in ther service to thier Empire.

And none would ever forget it.

"Sir the Death Star has been Destroyed." said Elian's aide

"Losses?" asked Elian

"None Sir we managed to retreat in time." his aide replied

"Good begin the jump out when I order. 1st taskforce is to go to the coordinates 3-897 and execute the Interdictor Pincer." said Elian

"I copy sir transmitting your orders know." said the side

"1st Task Force. Jump."

"2nd Task Force. Jump."

"3rd Task Force. Jump."

"All remaining ships...Jump."

And with a final flash of light the Mon Calamari Republic ships left Hoth for the Co-ordinates 3-897.