Fire fights were breaking out all over the station. The Free Federation forces, with help from their Rebel Alliance counterparts, were pushing the Imperials back.
Connor, Sevrina and Ro's party had so far met very little resistance. This was about to change, however, when a combined Jem'Hadar/Stormtrooper force came charging down the corridor. Connor's party was well outnumbered, but this meant nothing to the original Highlander. While Ro, Sevrina and the others took up more strategic positions, Connor waded in where angels would not have dared tread. With sword in hand, he took out several opponents in the first few seconds. His enemies did not know what to make of this. To them, a sharpened piece of long metal was no match against their blasters.
But then again, a blaster was no match against magical skills honed over thousands of years. While Ro and Sevrina covered Connor's back, Gandalf entered the fray, appearing out of nowhere, and stunning the oncoming Imperials with a blast of mystic energy. They had no idea what hit them.
The Free Federation and Rebel Alliance starships were not faring so well. They had already suffered heavy losses, and even the combined crews of the Enterprise, the Valkyrie, the Lohengrin and the like were heavily outnumbered against the mighty Imperial forces.
In his command chair aboard the Chimaera, Thrawn was pleased. Having lost the battle in Earth's past, he was determined to win the battle in the present. Several starships managed to get potshots at his mighty star destroyer, but none of these caused any lasting damage. But still, his faithful right hand man, Captain Pellaeon, was having his doubts, as the reports of the battle on the planet's surface were coming in. It was not good reading for them. Without a single blast being fired, the Imperial forces were easily overwhelmed. There was nothing they could do. Their weapons did not work.
However, Thrawn's pleasure was not to be diminished, that is until a massive cavourite field began to form deep in the heart of the battle.
Tarak Queeg, aboard the Yorktown, nearly hit an Imperial comrade as the ships began to emerge from the cavourite field. The Free Federation forces were more than surprised by the first ship to exit the field with phasers blazing. An Intrepid-class starship; the U.S.S. Voyager!
Quickly, Captain Janeway sized up the situation. She knew who the enemy were. With her more than capable crew at the top of their form, they began to make a difference.
Six Dreadnought-class starships, designed and built deep in the heart of the Delta Quadrant were the next to emerge. With an expert military commander to guide them, they also made an immediate impact.
Mon Mothma watched the battle from the safety of the observation lounge aboard the Pegasus station. She had never thought that a Dreadnought-class ship would ever be seen in this region of space. She was pleased, nonetheless. Would she have been even less pleased if she knew that an old adversary from her senate days, Garm Bel Iblis, was in command of the Dreadnoughts?
Next to emerge into the battle was a squadron of X-wing fighters. Although similar in design to the Rebel X-wings currently in the battle, they had marked differences. The most obvious of these was the squadron leader. Within thirty seconds of his entering the battle, he made a difference, taking out three TIE fighters with remarkable maneuvers.
The last ship to emerge from the cavourite field dwarfed the rest. For nearly two years, since the destruction of their colonies at the hands of the Cylons, the crew of the Battlestar Galactica had been searching for the Alpha Quadrant, in the hope that they could find a new home. Now, they had arrived at the place they hoped to call home. They only wished it was in a far more peaceful state than it was.
From his seat in engineering, Spock was given constant updates of the battle. Finally, the security teams were having success repelling the boarding parties. There were casualties, but these were, thankfully, few and far between.
Spock operated the external viewers they pinpointed the leader of the X-wing squadron that had just entered the battle. Spock watched this man with great interest. He maneuvered his craft like no other pilot he had seen before, save one. This man had been somewhat a legend in his childhood. Along with Zefram Cochrane, this man was one of the first humans to set foot on Vulcan. They had learned much about Earth's past from this man, because he had lived through all of it, from Earth's mid-20th century. Spock knew who the pilot was. What he had wanted, what he had hoped for what seemed like an eternity had arrived.
The man who could have turned the tide in this war had come home.
The legendary James Watt had returned home.
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