Part 33: Days 738-834: The Rollercoaster.
DAYS 738-834: Rollercoaster.
DAYS 742-747: The Battle of Praesitlyn.
: The fleet's in place above Praesitlyn. We can't bombard until we clear the shield generator.
: Send the infiltrators, fix this.
: Master Meteor, secret data is inbound from agents on the surface.
: They assault a system, then try to get someone that hideous-looking to stop rioting?
: That's kinda funny. Let me know about about the results. Capture Uggsy while you're at it.
: Well done. Bombs away!
: It's been successful Commander, the troops are gone, the Imperial agents arrested. No sign of Zuggs, he still hasn't arrived.
: Oh well. We'll get him sometime. Send the fleet to Duros. It's time to get angry on them.
DAY 767: A Fairly Good Day.
: Successful test of the new capital ship, Commander.
: It's a fine capital ship, the equal of a Victory Class Star Destroyer, minus the fighter bays.
: Start building them, in bulk. Time to replace leaders with firepower.
: We can't win with firepower alone, Commander.
: If you honestly believe that, you haven't used enough firepower.
: I have to interrupt the good news with more good news.
: We've secured another system for our cause, Commander.
: Oh. Is it loaded with goodies?
: Industry, factories, anything.
: No Commander, but it-
: GREAT, wonderful! You keep at it! I'm super-interested in what you're up to, keep it up, okay?
DAY 768: The Followup.
: Another system has heeded the call for justice, Command-
: GREAT BYE.
DAY 786: Wookiees Ahoy!
: Balmorra's finished the recruit training.
: Training? Of who?
: Oh, right, Wookiees! Send em down to the Corellian sector!
: Eighteen regiments of Wookiees is enough to beat that Dark Trooper, right?
: I don't know, Commander.
: That's a lot of Wookiees.
: Yes, it is.
: So they'll win, right?
: I hope. I don't know.
: Lots of arms being ripped off, bowcasters blazing, victory!
: Sure, why not.
DAY 792: The Battle of Corfai.
: Disaster Commander, we got ambushed in Corfai!
: Whuh? Who did?
: The Arujei Fleet, Corvettes and Medium Transports mostly. They got routed.
: We lost the Liberty?!
: I'm afraid so. What's worse is how public this was. Xyquine and Vagran flopped.
: Without the bases there, the fleet is in hyperspace heading clear to Anoat.
: Honestly? I never liked that fleet anyway.
: Screw them.
: You can't say that every time one of our forces loses.
: Haven't you ever heard the saying 'fight again another day'?
: I was more of a fan of the Japanese concept of falling on your sword to restore lost honor.
: Ever the humanitarian, Commander.
: They were tenacious little scrappers, let me tell you!
: I'm leaving now.
: Assemble your men, Commander. It is time to move.
: YES GRAND ADMIRAL. WHERE TO?
: Re-deploy the Legion to Corfai. Duros has been compromised, and the Rebels are coming.
: THE PRISONERS?
: Leave them.
: Leave them. Re-capture will ruin any trust the Alliance has in Commander Sully.
: Do leave one Noghri behind. A little mischief would be welcome.
: Move out. I will require a great deal more martial prowess from you soon.
DAY 798: The Guiding Philosophy for Everything Meteor Ever Does Ever Again.
: Keep em coming!
DAY 819: Arrival Part One.
: One of our fleet has arrived at Duros, Commander. It is the one from Sluis Van.
: Can their firepower bust through the shields?
: Not yet. Our best option is to wait for the Wookiee Fleet to arrive in two days for an assault.
DAY 821: Arrival Part Two: The Assault.
: Tralus is ready for the taking, Commander. Their garrison's already been destroyed through bombardment.
: Wookiees away!
: Anyone miss me?
: Me, you big lug!
: Anyone besides him?
: I guess.
: Yeah, you're alright.
: Damn straight. Where's my woman?
: Yeah, about that...
FIVE SECONDS LATER
: YOU DID WHAT?!
: We'll get her back soon, I promise! We know where she's at, we'll have her within the month.
: As for now on Tralus? Scrap everything and pull out.
: That's what she said.
: Dammit THIS is what I missed. Glad to have you back Han.
: Yeah...anyone want to switch seats? Anyone?
: The last of the Wookiees are up, Commander. The Empire's retaken the capital.
: Move on to Duros.
DAY 828: Assault Part Three: More Assault.
: GO! Destroy those Dark Troopers!
: You won't believe this Commander, but there's no opposition. The Dark Troopers are gone.
: Really? What's down there?
: MEEEEEEEEEE HAR HAR HAR!
: All our captives have been freed.
: Where's Leia?
: She's not here.
: Meteor, you bastard!
: She's on Selonia.
: Fine, we're going there next, Commander.
: Um, fine, but let's stop at your homeworld of Corellia first. It's on the way.
: Commander? Something happened.
: Seriously? Escaped? Piett? A gimpy Brit got out of our fleet, past eighteen Wookiee regiments...
: We're working on it. It looks like some kind of high-level special forces.
: I don't really care, there aren't a whole lot of fleets for him to command, but it's the principle of the thing!
: Bah. Scrap everything and uproot. We're out of here.
DAY 834: Status Quo.
: The fleet's above Corellia now, Commander.
: Not yet. Two shield generators.
: I HATE those things.
: Han? Garm? Go take them out.
: One down.
: Excellent. Han?