User:Lorth Needa

Hi Folks
I will decorate this page with time but as for now it isn't much to salute. Hope you find yourself comfortable on wookiepeedia. You are welcome to read my fan fiction story that I have written down below. I would be delighted if you left some comments on the story! I will do my best in editing and contributing to articles, let's just hope it will be enough. Lorth Needa 13:29, 25 June 2006 (UTC)

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"- I will take full responsibility and apologize to Lord Vader"

Må kraften vara med dig - Swedish

May The Force Be With You - English

Fan Fiction
I have made up this story just for fun, hope you enjoy it, the spelling is poor but take that in mind due to the fact that I am not a english speaking person. I would be glad if you could write a few sentences of what yoiu like-dislike with the story, thanks! Lorth Needa 13:31, 25 June 2006 (UTC)

Battle of Corellia
Lieutenant Lorth Needa was standing on the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer Avenger. He watched the stars one last time before he reached out after the comlink. He dropped it on the floor witch once used to be mirror-like. Now it was covered with debris and twisted metal. He was a bit dizzy after the fall. He looked around, and some of the officers in the trenches were dead. Lying over their consoles. The dense sound of the battle alarm echoed through his mind. An another explosion knocked him and the personnel on the floor. Pipes and debris from the walls and ceiling fell down. The ship where almost salvageable, in fact it was a miracle due to the heavy laser fire they faced. He found Captain Keel crushed under the debris and most certainly dead. He opened the comlink and he could feel how he regained the control. As he was about to speak, he one last time heard his Captains final words:

- You must direct all fire at the rebel Mark-II command vessel! Otherwise the Empire will lose control of the system. You hear me! This crew will rather go down trying, than watch this rebel scum take control, that is an order!

And then he was gone. Ironic, he was always following his duties, even in his last moment. Needa turned around, facing the ongoing struggle between Empire and Rebel forces then he slow but clearly said: - This is Lieutenant Needa, I am assuming command since Captain Keel is dead, I am you captain now!

Ensign! Can I get all available fire this ship can generate? Direct power from life support, but just from the decks that have to much breaches. And also convert power from sublight engines to the turbolaser batteries! Fire at the coordinates 09.65.44. Target the Nebulon-B Frigate! - But sir, that is not the command vessel? Trust me Ensign, on my mark! ....Fire! For an instant there was silent, then the whole ship shook and a twisted screaming sound of metal that cracks in an desperate fight was heard. Ensign report?

- All functioning forward turbolasers and ion cannons have been fired sir! And the Nebulon-B Frigate shields have been taken out! But I am afraid we do not have enough power left to perform another shot! We also got hull breaches on Deck 13, 15, 23, 26 and the force fields in the hangar are malfunctioning! We are sitting ducks! We have no weapons and the MK-II frigate are on a intercept course to our sector! Whatever you have in mind Captain make something up fast!

Evacuate those decks! Seal of the hangar and send repair officers to the breaches! How is the hull status, can you repair the bridge deflector shield? The last thing we want is another hit at the heart of our ship! And stay in attack formation. Do not let that frigate outmaneuver us! Use the sublight engines, maximal propulsion! Needa waited for a response.

- Our hull have taken a great pounding sir, hull integrity dropping! One last direct hit at the hull and we will have a full breach, and if directed at any vital system, we are lost! I put the ship in an broadside position against the rebels, we are ready to engage whenever possible Captain! I will work on those shields, Ensign Mark and Trott keep the ship in orbit! It was clear he was under pressure and by huge stress. The Ensign returned to his console.

Needa nodded and turned his heel, he once again saw the great battle rage outside. Corellia’s atmosphere was lovely blue and cloudy. A group of TIE fighters chased down a squadron of X-wings in the vicinity. He had no intends in loosing this system. The Rebels had indeed surprised them. 7 Corellian corvettes, 1 Nebulon-B Frigate, and 1 MK-II class frigate was facing an outnumbered and weak Imperial garrison of 2 IMP Star Destroyers in orbit. Also 4 squadrons of X-wings and Y-wing had been scrambled during the start of the battle to assist. This was not an task force, this was an invasion! The twin Star Destroyer “Deflector” where pounded pretty hard. Explosions on the hull were signs on the loss of it’s shields. In a few moments it would break up in a giant fireball. And there was nothing he could do to prevent this, except...? Ensign? - Yes sir? If you take enough power from the life support systems, are you able to fire one last shot?! - Yeah theoretically it would be possible. But I would have to shut down all power in the aft regions of the ship! Thousands could perish if I turn of all power in those regions! I copy Ensign! Then what do you wait for? do it! - But sir!? That is an order Ensign! Far more lives are on stake here! - Yes sir!

Needa waited for the Ensign to convert all spare power to forward weapon systems. As he stood on the bridge, he felt like a Supreme Commander. He was invincible. Ensign fire at will! Another shockwave flew trough the ship and a last barrage of laser fire stroke directly in the hull of the Nebulon-B Frigate. Moments later it was tore apart in an dramatic scene. Some escape pods were ejected but destroyed when the ship finally blew up. He enjoyed every second of it and a great smile marked his face as he where fascinated by the thought on how many that possibly could have died in that instant? hundreds? could it be thousands?

Ensign give me another report! - I have managed to get the bridge deflector shields back on line, and we should manage a direct hit against the bridge. All our tractor beams are out of commission, so do not even think about using them! I will regret to inform you that we have sustained heavy casualties, 3259 are reported dead, and count on far more as we also turned down 4 decks in the aft! All engineers are working on restoring power and vital systems. The ship moved slight a bit when the shockwave from the explosion passed by. The Ensign spoke again:

-The Rebel forces seems to withdraw though, five ships have entered hyperspace. congratulations Captain you are victorious! Maybe their commander indeed was hiding on that ship, though it was not the largest and most powerful one? Do you think they played a trick on us?

Yes Ensign, certainly a most well known trick, almost to easy to figure out. Contact the Star Destroyer "Deflector", I want to have a direct comlink to my quarter! Put Captain Frekk through! Begin repairs and also call for reinforcements. Although we might have managed to survive so far on our own, the possibility they might come back are still likely! And Ensign, remember that Wilhuff Tarkin will be most pleased with our little victory. - Yes sir! I will get right on it!

As Needa walked down the isle into his office, he noticed the panic that was taking place. There were shouting officers everywhere and a endless sound of foot steppes echoed in the corridors. Consoles had been burnt and broken pipes where laying all over the floor. The alarm had been shut of, but the crew were still ordered to battle stations. He entered his living quarter and threw his cap on the bed. The noise faded in the room. He sighed and took up his database from the floor. It must have been knocked down from the table during the immense fire from the rebel frigates. A loud beep was heard and a comlink was established. A screen on his database appeared. It was Captain Frekk. - I am glad you saved our lives Lieutenant! Ehrrm I mean Captain! I guess I owe you one? Well then you have guessed quite right Captain! Needa said. In a few hours maybe even Darth Vader will visit us! He joked and laughed with his old friend. Well Frekk old buddy, can you attend to our own ship now and repair it?

- Of course Needa! Frekk answered and laughed. Good, then we will rendezvous in a couple of hours, take care pal! He terminated the comlink and laid down on the bed, now more determine than ever, maybe this Captain title was not to bad at all, Captain Needa. he whispered for himself and smiled. well that did not sound to bad, and after all he deserved it.

He woke up and got on his feet. He must have slumbered. Well he could not take any chances to risk his new reputation as a Imperial Captain. He fixed his suit and stepped outside the turbo doors. Engineers and mechanic teams were working on restoring power conduits and overloaded consoles. The wide corridor to the command bridge where clean of debris. The bodies had been taken care of, and the engines were back on line. He could hear the dense sound of roaring sublight engines. He steeped up on the isle and took place affront of the glass. All TIE fighters have returned to the hangars. And some repair vessels from the surface were performing repairs to Frekk's ship "Deflector". He shouted at Ensign Galad, who had been his first Ensign in service during the battle. The Ensign reported in: - Yes Captain?

Have all power been restored through out the whole ship? Needa asked politely, but with a straight message. He looked at the Ensign whom not yet had cleaned himself of blood and oil from the pipes and ventilations. And another thing Ensign! A Imperial officer should look properly dressed when in service! He said in an more aggressive tone.

- Sorry sir, but I have been on deck 25 where I succeeded in restoring full power to life support. But I was forced to crawl in the power conduits during the operation. I will have my dress exchanged and clean up in a few minutes. And regarding the power all tractor beams are operational, but we need a new hyperdrive motivator, more closely a Kuat drive generator. A Corellian vessel is on the move with some spare parts including the hyperdrive. They should be here in a matter of minutes.

Very well Ensign! report me at arrival! Needa said. I think I made my point clearly, but please Ensign, go and have a turbo shower, You have earned it. And I am going to put in a recommendation for you at the Corellian Academy. They might accept you or accommodate you to Lieutenant. Carry on Ensign!

Ensign Gilad seemed relieved. The Corellian Academy, great! Now he at least could start to educate to a higher rank. But a Lieutenant at the Imperial Star Destroyer Avenger was an honor. Second Ensign Mark! He shouted. You have the bridge for the moment, until i get back or tell you otherwise. - Yes sir! Mark said and turned around and continued his work at the console.

Gilad went to the turbolift. He went inside the cylinder and pushed Deck 3. The Officer and Engineer quarters. Also security was stationed here. A squad of storm troopers passed by him as he walked down the corridors. He opened blast door 23 and gained entrance to his quarter. Some decorations on the wall was seen. A few pictures of space phenomena and the newly constructed Death Star at the Maw installation could be found. He took a shower, and used his medical kit to plug his wounds. There was only little markings from sharp edges from the debris. He was just about done when the Captain ordered battle stations. He rose up and ran as fast as he could through the corridors. Could the rebels be back already? If that was the case, the Captain needed him at his side. He caught the turbolift as it was about to close. And pushed the console that said "Bridge".

Needa saw the rebel fleet drop out of hyperspace just a few kilometers away. Ensign Mark sensors picked up a total sum of 39 ships larger than fighter class, and 1 Mon Calamari cruiser. With enough firepower to destroy them in one swift strike. This is it he thought. We have been severely damaged, the hyperdrive was out of commission, 50% of the canons were offline and under repairs. Hull damage where reported all over the ship. And the shields had only been restored to 10%. They would do anything in their path to prevent a rebel invasion. Maybe Freek's ship was at better shape? He could only hope...Ensign Gilad? Needa shouted. - Yes sir! Gilad came running.

I am glad you made it here Ensign. Now we have some work to do. Establish a comlink with Frekk. And I want all units to be informed that we are under attack. And another thing, do we have any hypervelocity cannon on the surface of Corellia? He stood with his armed crossed behind his back.

- Comlink established Captain! All units have been notified, and we are luckily enough to have one hypervelocity cannon at our disposal. Even though the core systems should be equipped with at least 4.

Very well Gilad! contact the Corellians and tell them to lock on to the coordinates 33.54.66. That Calamari Cruiser must be put out of service!

- Roger that sir! they are standing by to fire at your mark! .....Fire!

A dark blue plasma shot ejected from the clouds. It was gigantic. About 1 kilometer long plasma beam stroke right into the shields and penetrated the hull. The cruiser were split in two. And the debris crashed into several smaller ships that were destroyed directly on impact. Two Light Calamari Cruisers broke of and intercepted them. A explosion hit them. And another as the Cruisers opened fire upon them. We can not take this for long Captain! Gilad yelled trying to reach the Captain in all combat noise. Shields at 5%. We will have hull breach in 30 seconds!

Give them all you got Ensign, all broadside turbolasers fire simultaneously! Now! A barrage of lasers were released upon on of the light cruisers. And the engines were disabled. And suddenly another barrage lit up the surrounding space. It was Freek that fired! The ship buckled under the fire and disappeared in another giant explosion that shook the entire ship. - Shields down. We are vulnerable to laser fire sir! Ensign Gilad said.

Frekk drove his ship against the Rebel armada. And on a collision course against the other Light Cruiser.

NOOO! Needa screamed and contacted Freek. What the hell are you doing Captain?! - I am saving our lives Captain! Freek answered. Remember? I owe you one...Freek out!

Stop this madness Freek! He said to his old buddy one last time. No answer... The Star Destroyer set full speed at the rebel vessel. The Rebels tried to avoid with evasive maneuvers, but to late. They collided in a huge explosion and the Destroyer penetrated the ships hull right through. But began to break up due to the immense heat from the explosion. It was destroyed...

Needa saw all his memories with his dear friend flash by. All began when they met at the Imperial Academy on Anaxes in the core approximately 12 years ago. Since then they hade experienced several missions and were unbeated. That was the reason why the imperials never split them up, they always succeeded in their goal. And now he was dead...

Needa was furious, he was just about to order ramming speed when the Death Squadron dropped out of hyperspace behind the Rebels. They brought with them an Interdictor cruiser that made it impossible for the rebels to escape into hyperspace. It's gravity-well generators were just to strong. The Executor. Darth Vader's command ship opened fire. And destroyed these pathetic force in a matter of seconds. They were rescued. But his old friend never lived to receive the rank of Captain along his side directly out Darth Vader's precense. A glorious moment indeed...