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This is a repost of TIE FIGHTER: STD
Predator.  Not to be confused with
TIE FIGHTER: BATTLE ON THE FRONTIER
(Chapter I) or TIE FIGHTER: MOFTA AND
BEYOND (Chapter II) by Walter Slaven,
although I recommend those stories as well.
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>
> TIE FIGHTER: STD Predator
>
> Disclaimer: As always, any resemblances to people living or dead is
> purely coincidental.  This chapter does not contain any sex but later
> ones will.  This piece of work is not to appear in any printed or
> electronic medium that makes a profit without my consent.  Otherwise,
> feel free to transmit this story anywhere over the internet in its
> unaltered form.  STAR WARS, TIE FIGHTER and the star wars universe was
> created by George Lucas.  No disrespect or defamation of his work is
> intended.  The STD PREDATOR was seen in STAR WARS X-WING game.
>
> The shuttle had just left the station hangar and was proceeding in
> formation to the Predator.  I wanted to get a look at my new boat, so I
> climbed up front with the shuttle pilots.
>    From my vantage point, I could see the STD (STar Destroyer) Predator
> way off in the distance.  Apparently, it was just lounging around its
> jump window while our five shuttles ferried its replacements over. A
> bulk cruiser was also with us.  One of the things on board her was my
> TIE fighter. I settled down in a chair behind the co-pilot when all hell
> broke loose.
>    The first thing that happened was the collision warning light went
> off.  The pilot, not thinking much of it, muttered "Dick," and began
> turning the lambda to the starboard.  Out of the corner of the
> viewshield, I made out the craft coming out of hyperspace.  He was still
> burning up space as he zipped right by us and towards the space station.
> Right on his tail was another one.
>    "Whoever that was, they're going to get the shit.  Pulling a stunt
> like that at Fleet Headquarters. Ha, ha," the co-pilot laughed.
>    Then the com channel crackled to life.
>    "ALL SHIPS! ALL SHIPS! REBEL CORVETTES HAVE BREACHED THE AREA! REBEL
> SHIPS -- "
>    "That was them!" I yelled.  Everyone was in shock.  The Rebels would
> dare make a move against Fleet Headquarters?
>    Then I heard the co-pilot mutter "What the hell ?" as a blue streak
> passed ten meters in front of us.  Two more came off the starboard side
> and made for the shuttle .5 kilos in front of us.  A single one lagged
> behind the two.  The closed the distance to the lambda pretty quick and
> hit it -- sending it up in a ball of fire.
>    "That wasn't a corvette!" I yelled. "That came from a Rebel fighter!"
>    Then another light started flashing on the pilot's console.
>    "What's that light ?" he yelled.
>    It was the missile lock-on light.  Rookies often forgot that in the
> midst of battle though.
>    "Evasive, Officer!"
>    The pilot made no reaction.  He was frozen in fear at the controls.
>    "Dammit!"
>    I climbed forward and threw him out of the chair.  There was a
> violent thud and the ship rocked forward -- a proton torpedo had
> exploded against the shields.
>    I dropped the acceleration and pulled the controls back hard.
> The shuttle went into a 180 turn -- just in time for us to see the
> Koensayr Rebel Y-Wing that was pursuing us veer off to the port.
>    "Co-pilot -- is this shuttle armed ?"
>    "No, sir!" he replied shakenly.
>    "God almighty," I cursed.
>    "But sir! It's a passenger shuttle."
>    I ignored him and sized up the situation outside and did a quick
> check on the long and short range sensors.  Apparently, the corvettes
> had dropped out of hyperspace close to the station while three Y-wings
> and two X-wings took on the shuttles.  They had managed to blow up two
> shuttles and disable another one.  That left us and shuttle four, which was
> quickly making its way for deep space.  The Predator had launched TIE
> fighters but they were 13 kilometers away from us.  Then of course,
> things got worse.
>    I saw the bulk freighter turning on its axis as sparks of
> electricity crackled along its hull.
>    "Sir, they took out the freighter!" said the shocked co-pilot.
>    MY TIE FIGHTER!!!!
>    The frieghter exploded in a giant fireball which blinded us
> momentarily.  Things were getty really hairy out here.
>    "Shuttle four, this is shuttle one. Do you copy ?"
>    "Yeah," I replied despondently, "Go ahead shuttle one."
>    "You are hereby ordered to rendezvous with us and rescue our
> crew."
>    The command sounded pretty snotty, but since I didn't want the
> Rebels picking off the shuttle, I agreed.
>    "Shuttle one, fold your wings and prepare to abandon ship."
>    I closed the distance between our shuttles, which wasn't too far,
> folded up my wings and glided in so the belly doors on both our shuttles
> were joined.
>    "Shuttle one," I radioed, "Get over here.  It won't be too long
> before those Y-wings get back from the freighter!"  Actually, it was the
> X-wings who had done the freighter in -- the Y's were just along for the
> ride.  I hoped the X-wings weren't going to engage us.  From my study of
> the enemy, I made an educated guess that they'd be on their way to
> engage the Predator's TIEs.
>    A technician, one of four who had been the shuttle's only
> other passengers, yelled "Let's go!"
>   I closed the shuttle door and punched the throttle up to max.  I
> started heading toward the Predator since I didn't want to get between
> the crossfire of those Rebel corvettes.  I figured with the speed and
> shield advantage of the Shuttle over the Y-wings, we'd have better luck.
>
> TIE FIGHTER: Predator   PART II
>
>    "Three Y-wings closing at 2.8 clicks," said the copilot.
>    "How far to the Predator ?" I shouted.
>    "Still 15 clicks, sir !"
>    I had no idea how we were going to get out of this one.  One unarmed
> shuttle against three Y-wings was suicide, but I had no other choice.
> As we were closing space, someone came up from behind and sat in the
> chair behind the copilot.  I glanced back quickly only to find a black
> robed man.  His hood was pulled over his head, so I didn't get a face
> shot.  I didn't think too much of it, though, because he was wearing a
> uniform on under the cloaks.
>    I could see the Y-wings now approaching -- coming closer -- closer.
> At the same time that I put the shuttle into a roll, I got a very
> nauseating feeling in my stomach.  Then, an amazing thing happened.  The
> Y-wings flew by us without even firing.
>    "Copilot! Get me more speed! Divert power from the shields -- I need
> distance from those Y-wings as I can.
>
> TIE FIGHTER: ISD PREDATOR #3
>
> "Distance !" I yelled.
> "2.5 km and closing."
> "Hang on tight, boys -- this one's going to be rough..."
> I began to ease the controls back and starboard.  I figured
> the shuttle would go into its helixical weave slowly, then I'd
> up the pace once the Y's got close.
> "1.0 km !" said the copilot.
> I saw red streaks coming from the Y's when one of the passengers, who
> must have crawled forward into the cockpit, whispered behind me
> "You don't see a shuttle."
> Almost immediately, the Y-Wings stopped firing and flew by us at full
> throttle.
> "What the hell ?" said the copilot.  My thoughts exactly, but the ride
> wasn't over yet.
> "X-Wings," I said, "Where are the X-Wings ?"
> "There he is, sir! 11 o'clock low! 11 o'clock low!"
> Somewhere, somehow, one of the X-wings had decided to break off their
> traditional pattern of engaging our TIEs and had decided to go after
> easier pickings -- us.  I pulled the controls back and to the port this
> time as I felt his lasers pelting the shields. I levelled out as he
> shot by the shuttle's starboard wing.
> "He's coming around, sir! Coming around behind us!" yelled the copilot.
> This rebel was a real bastard, I thought. I had to do something fast.
> "Throw all the deflectors aft, boy and give all the juice to the
> engines!"
> I began weaving slowly back and forth, all the time making way for the
> Star Destroyer.  Meanwhile, the rebel slowed down and just kept plugging
> away at the shuttle's already depleted shields.
> "Sir, shields down to 50 percent! 40 percent !"
> "Come on! Come on!" I muttered to myself, turning hard starboard.
> "Shields 30 percent! 20 percent sir!" came the copilot as the shuttle
> rocked underneath the lasers hits.
> "Now !" I yelled turning the shuttle hard port.
> The stars spun and the Predator came into view, still lurking some 7 km
> out in the distance.  Then, the TIEs materialized:  three flights in
> diamond formations.  The two on the wings went to either side of us, while
> the leading flight shot past overhead, all the while peeling off green
> streaks of laser bolts.
> "Hello Starfighters!" I barked over the com, "What kept you so fucking
> long ?"
> "Shuttle four, please remain radio silence during space combat," the
> Flight leader responded.  I laughed inwardly and thanked God I wasn't
> made space debris today.
> "X-wing is taking numerous hits, sir!  He's on the run!" the copilot
> sneered.  I took a much needed breath and flew straight on towards the
> Predator.
> "Distance to Predator, copilot ?" I asked after a half-minute of flying.
> "2.0 km, sir!" he responded, "X-wings have just gone hyperspace."
> Which meant that the Y's and the Corvettes were probably long gone.
> The ISD Predator was nearing now. A huge hulk of metal measuring one
> mile long -- I had done flybys over a few of them a while back when our
> sector fleet was assembling for a relief.
> "Predator Star Traffic Control, this is shuttle Lucky four," I joked
> into the mike, "requesting a landing pattern."
> "Shuttle four, this is STC," came the controller, "Your landing pattern
> is confirmed.  All tractors are green."
> I cruised underneath the massive ship, still exploring every port and
> laser turret on the behemoth.  When we were near the hangar, I cut the
> engines, letting the shuttle glide into tractor range.  The tractors
> picked up and we were hauled aboard.
> I stood up and stretched my legs as the shuttle was being put down
> inside the main hangar.  The copilot had already folded up the wings and
> deployed the landing gear.  To tell you the truth, I'd had enough for
> one day.
> "Sorry about that, back there," I told the ship's pilot, "force of
> habit."  He nodded coldly.
> I walked back, opened the door to the passenger's section and began
> talking to Vladimar, another veteran TIE fighter pilot I had served with
> on the escort frigate Wolverine.
> "Vlad, did you see a--- "
> Vladimar and the four technicians who were aboard had their attention
> fixed on a man in the back of the shuttle -- a man dressed all in
> black robes.  He turned to me, and I tried to make out his face, but it
> was covered in the shadows of his hood.
> "Lieutenant," he addressed me, "I was never on board."
> My head grew a little foggy, but I squinted and concentrated, making it
> shrink -- though it didn't go away completely.
> "Repeat it," he commanded.
> "You were never on board," said Vladimar and the other techs.
> "Lt. Dekker ?" he said impatiently.
> "You were never ....uh... aboard ?" I said not seriously.
> He seemed to accept that, or else was in a hurry, because he jumped down
> the ramp and made off.
> I raised my brows.
> "Hey, Vlad," I said wierded out, "who was that ?"
> Vlad looked at me.
> "What ?"
> "That guy.  What a crackpot, huh ?"
> "Which guy, Fox ?" asked Vlad.
> "Mr. Robes?  Hello, Vlad?  Don't you remember ?"
> Vlad looked at me strangely and spoke.
> "Fox, I haven't the foggiest clue what you're talking about."
> "Vlad! You seriously don't remember a black robed man in here."
> "Sure, Fox. You mean guy selling Storm Trooper insurance? You know -- a
> million credits to your folks if you get raped by one? I remember him
> now," he said sarcastically.
> Now Vlad's a pretty cool guy, and I've known him for a pretty long time.
> The better part of a year, in fact, but Vlad does not have holes in his
> memory.  All I could think of was that this guy had done something to
> Vlad's brain -- maybe had some kind of mind control device on him.  I
> had to find out; partly cos I wanted to make sure Vlad was okay.  I also
> wanted to find out what the heck was going on...
>
> TIE FIGHTER: ISD PREDATOR #4
>
> "Stop that man !" I yelled.
> He was about forty meters ahead of me in a dark side passage.
> There were people milling about, walking this way and that and I hoped
> one of them would stop him.  I ran forward, but a lot of ensigns and
> lieutenants were crowding the halls and my progress was impeded.
> I looked back up to get a glimpse of him only to see things go from good
> to bad.  He was talking to two storm troopers.
> I untangled myself from the technicians I was trapped against and
> started walking forward.  The stormtroopers were walking my way.
> Great, I thought, let's see if we can't play this off.
> "Morning fellows!" I said cheerily.
> The first one grabbed me and slammed me against the bulkhead.
> "Lt. Dekker, you are under arrest," clicked the second, "Come with us."
> The first one must have had binders on him, because he slapped a pair on
> me and pushed me in the direction of the elevator.
> "You don't understand," I pleaded, "There's a ununiformed person aboard
> -- he could be a rebel!!!"
> Of course, they didn't answer. The elevator came, we got in and the door
> hissed closed.  While I was in custody, the troopers started talking to
> themselves.
> "Didn't see too many ships in port. Did you ?"
> "No.  Where do you think they are ?"
> "Got me.  I heard an officer say the fleet was deploying -- have
> to find the rebels again after Hoth."
> Then the doors hissed open.  The first trooper pushed me out.
> This was the ship's detention unit -- looked like the standard detention
> area.  There was a main desk in the center and a long tunnel leading to
> the prison cells behind it.  The officer on duty turned to the three of
> us.
> "Well, this is a surprise. I wasn't notified that we were getting any
> traitors today," he said.
> "Here he is,"  said the second trooper.
> "Do you have his detention orders?" asked the officer.
> "Uhhh...no," said the first trooper hesitantly.
> The officer pushed a few buttons on his control panel.
> "I'm not registering any transfers today on any levels, troopers. Are
> you sure he is supposed to be in detention?"
> The troopers looked at each other.
> "No, sir. We were bringing him down to detention, but now that I think
> of it...I can't remember how or why."
> The officer shook his head.
> "You troopers are dismissed," he said and came over with a pair of
> mag-keys to unlock the binders.
> "They do this sometimes.  Just bring down people with no orders or
> nothing," he said to me, "then again.  Sometimes they bring down traitors."
> "Thanks!  I thought I was in some pretty heavy stuff," I said.
> "Well, try to stay out of it.  It helps,"  he said.
>
> After wandering around the ship for thirty minutes, I finally found the
> pilots' quarters. They weren't too extravagant, but better than the
> bunks of naval ensigns or the barracks of storm troopers.  I met the
> other pilots in my flight too: Vladimar, my old friend, a veteran named
> Romulus and another pilot off a frigate named Erich.  We used the rest
> of the day to eat, share stories of dogfights and combat techniques and
> just familiarize with one another.  Through all of it, though, the robed
> man was in the back of my mind.
>
> It wasn't until one day when I was cruising the hangar, just checking
> out stuff that I saw the man in robes. I was in an access hall, and I
> had just turned the corner into a main hall that I saw him talking to
> Romulus.  I froze against the bulkhead, straining to hear a hint of what
> they were talking about.  It must have been hours there, flat against
> the wall. And I heard nothing.  Finally, when I was ready to give up and
> walk out and blurt out my presence, I heard footsteps.  It was Romulus
> He walked by me, unaware.  Minutes later, the man in robes did too.
> What would you have done?  I jumped him.
> "Gotcha !" I yelled.
> He slammed his elbow into my ribs then rammed backwards against the
> wall, slamming me hard.  I let go, but not without first tearing the
> hood away from the robes.  What I saw startled me.
> It was a absolutely gorgeous blonde woman, with the keenest blue eyes.
> The sight threw me off guard, and we stood in front of each other for a
> second before another strange thing happened.
> Some sort of force lifted me up and slammed me against the wall --
> the wind was knocked out of me and my eyes blurred.  But something in my
> head snapped too, and out of the corner of my eyes I saw her fall
> backwards against the wall. I was violently mad now, and I was going to
> go for her again -- the throat this time.  No more playing around.  I
> would kick the ass of this (phenomenally attractive) stowaway and take
> her to the ship's captain.  Then I saw her sneak a blaster out of her
> robes.  I leaped forward as the shot torched the wall where my head had
> been just a moment before.  I got up and looked to see what she was
> doing -- she was on her feet as well, blaster in hand.  Fortunately,
> there was a side passage right in front of me and I ducked in it as she
> took another pot-shot at my head.  I ran about ten feet then ducked
> behind a bulkhead, expecting her to chase me down and shoot me.  To
> my surprise, she didn't.  The sound of her boots on steel echoed into
> the distance as I crouched beside the wall breathing heavily.  She
> had won the fight for today, but I know knew the face of the robed
> figure -- and I was going to find out who exactly she was!
>
>
>
>
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