Star Wars v.s. Classic Battlestar Galactica., John Damocles Smith [most read books in the world of all time TXT] 📗

along continents suffered similar disasters. The once-mighty battle station of terror approached the thermosphere, internal components-many of which were not designed to resist heat-broke apart due to no longer being protected by the outer surfaces which previously existed. The ground-based and satellite nuclear missile lauchers which continued to hit the internal superstructure of the sphere aided the process to finally shatter it to large pieces and they rained down like meteorites upon ocean, land and some cities alike. Laser cannons did their best to fire upon the debris.
The battle and the dangers Caprica faced by The Empire were finally at an end. What remained of the Imperial Fleet recalled their fighters and their Star Destroyers eventually rounded up and escorted to one of the most powerful military shipyards to be monitored.


Aboard the Battlestar Atlantia,

an award ceremony took place. A military band played a tune with low notes coming from brass instruments and drums. Then brass instruments with higher-pitched sounds played virtually the same notes but at a quicker tempo. Stringed instruments added a profound atmosphere as they came in with their long, smooth notes. Medal bearers followed President Adar. The Colonial leader stopped in front of those honoured people about to receive their awards. Adar turned around and presented his speech.
"Everyone, Colonials Warriors, Rebel Alliance. (Then a brief pause.) Guests to The Colonies, we, here, in the Cyrannus Galaxy shall now present an award we throughout The Twelve Colonies Of Man call 'The Golden Cluster.' It is one of our highest honours we bestow upon those who perform outstanding services, deeds such as these people behind me have done to save all twelve of our colonies... whose knowledge and abilities brought us victory."
The President turned and awarded all ten of the dignified Sorgarn present. They bowed their very tall frames deeply in order for him to be able to place the medals around their necks. Next, Adar awarded Grand Jedi Master Seaco Buroc-leader of what was left of The Jedi Order. Delpa Gival-head of The Jedi Council. Master Damocles-Jedi Strategist and master swordsman. Jedi Knight Orion Knight-Star, wise and powerful member of The Jedi Order. And finally, the great military genius of The Colonial Fleet, Commander Cain.
All saluted in the ways they did depending on which organization they belonged to.
And then cheered.


Battlestar Galactica,

Adama's private lounge.

The four Jedi and the head of The Ministry Of Sorgarn Research met with Commander Adama and Commander Cain for an unofficial meeting. Ari'eshna was also present at the request of the Sorgarn. She was made welcome and the Sorgarn research leader wished to discuss her future, he agreed to listen to her regarding her life in Jabba's Palace on Tattooine. She begged them not to send her back there.
"I am aware of what Lord Bruticus is and what he's done, but I wish to stay with him and not in that horrible Hutt palace. You said so yourself that you're aware of Hutt culture, so if you're going to imprison him let me at least be able to see him regularly and well away from those gangsters. You have to understand

I can't go back. I'll only suffer like I did before"
The Sorgarn research leader tried to reassure Ari'eshna.
"We have taken into account your situation. Rest assured you'll not be sent back to Hutt Space. We have looked at your timeline and we have chosen the perfect place for you to be your new home. We cannot allow you to suffer a life of slavery ever again. We view slavery as barbaric. We cannot, however, allow you near Lord Bruticus because he's native to a different timeline from yours and he doesn't exist in your native realm."
Ari'eshna was visibly relieved, pleasantly surprised. All despite her loss of Lord Bruticus. With the meeting dismissed, she was escorted to her temporary guest quarters by Delpa Gival. Seaco Buroc followed him. Orion Knight-Star remained behind and had one last question for the Sorgarn leader.
"There's one more thing, what about my Brother? He's disappeared from the battle after his fighter received heavy damage."
The very tall being answered in the usual intelligent, dignified temperament characteristic of all Sorgarn.
"Lord Draconis cannot hide no matter where in this universe and dimension he chooses to go. Because our facilities remained functional our computers were able to determine the quantum and dimensional signatures of all present in the battle beforehand. When our new facilities are complete, we would have the ample power necessary to send all not native to this plane of existence to their native places. You will see him again and from then you may deal with him."
Orion thanked the Sorgarn and bowed in the Jedi fashion and left to make his way back to his guest quarters.
The meeting was over, Master Damocles reluctantly stood to leave. He enjoyed taking to the wise Commander Adama whenever he had the opportunity to. He was very practical in his conduct and intelligent, the very type of person the rebellion needed more of. He sensed through The Force that this great old warrior would face an important destiny in a few years, as for what, he couldn't foresee but knew he would be the perfect one for his future duties. After he shook hands with the admirable, great Commander in the Colonial manner-with a hand grip at each others wrists, Commander Cain did the same and said:-
"Master Damocles, before you go, I have something for you. With the rebellion's struggle against The Empire you all told us about, I have prepared this

for your efforts. I hope it will help you in ways just as your people helped us." The charismatic military leader said, smiling.


Hours later, the Jedi held a private meeting within Seaco Buroc's guest quarters. They discussed the items Seaco had found after his and Delpa Gival's fight with Darth Shivilow. Having no Jedi Temple to store them within for safety, they made suggestions to each other regarding how to hide them securely and analyzed the feasibility of those measures. Among the dangerous items found, Darth Bane's holochron-the very item from which Darth Bruticus learnt of the Sorgarn and their technology to travel trough time and parallel dimensions-and the holochron of the The Emperor himself. Presumably used by Bruticus to farther train Darth Shivilow in the ways of the dark side of The Force. The third holochron being Bruticus' own and the rest of the items consisted of computer chips for Sith Lords to train their apprentices, similar to ones used by Darth Sidious to train Count Dooku when he no longer had access to the Sith holochrons he secretly viewed within the Jedi Temple before he left The Order. They were determined to make sure no-one would ever use those items ever again.


Eight days later, Master Damocles and Lieutenant Sheba visited each other for the last time. The Sorgarn had finally finished constructing their facilities to generate the immense power required to send everyone back to their native realms. The upcoming ceremony to officially farewell the Colonial's Rebel allies a mere two hours away. They had dinner together along with Master Delpa Gival and a female pilot named Andromeda, also from the Battlestar Pegasus,

Sheba had introduced him to. The two couples felt so close to their partners regardless of what they talked about, who knows, maybe The Force helped them find each other, but there was no way to know for sure. Andromeda kept asking Delpa Gival to perform Force tricks with his telekinetic abilities and jokingly played with the floating objects to amuse herself. As they poured more ambrosa, Sheba recalled the bottle of drink her friend gave Delpa Gival to remember her by. She decided to do the same. After thanking Sheba, she said:-
"Here's something from our universe you can show to your friends when you get back home. Maybe you can drink it with the other Jedi the day you finally return to... which part of Southern Coruscant did you say you're from?"
Damocles answered, but Sheba still couldn't register the phonetics of the pronunciation of the name of his home region.
"Come over here." Sheba gestured to a space behind her desk. The sound of Andromeda and Delpa Gival exchanging laughter became even more lively from the enjoyment of each others' company. Sheba asked Damocles to speak into the microphone. As he did so, the thin green text appeared upon the monitor and phonetic variations appeared as soon as Sheba typed in a command. The text was, of course, in Colonial writing but Damocles saw that it looked identical to some script he had seen in some Imperial facilities. How odd indeed! Whoever standardized that writing system in his dimension must have existed in the Colonial timeline as well.
Although the phonetics were merely technical and pronunciation didn't actually matter to most natives, Sheba still thought that the name of Damocles' homeland in some part of Southern Coruscant was amusing. To her, it sounded like a contraction of two specific words into one-"Down" and "Under."
Damocles then put Sheba's gift upon the dinner table and then recalled the gift he received from Commander Cain.
"Speaking of gifts, look at what your Father gave me." He reached into an internal pocket of his black, Anakin Skywalker-style Jedi robe and took out a memory chip.
"What's in it?" Sheba couldn't guess what he could have given Damocles.
"It's your Father's military strategy techniques. I believe it's his way of thanking us and helping us out."
Sheba was surprised. "I don't believe it, he never does that."
He put it back into his Jedi Robe as he said "It's already formatted for our computers, I can't wait to see in it what we can use against The Empire, there's much of our galaxy which needs to be freed from their rule."
It was almost time for Master Damocles to return to the Rebel Fleet, Delpa Gival and Andromeda left Sheba's quarters. Alone, and to use what time they had left, the two held each other in their arms and kissing each others' lips, relishing the love they felt for each other knowing that they'll never see one another again. They accepted their inevitable separation, but they certainly wouldn't forget each other no matter where they'd go.


The Colonial Battlestars and Destroyers which survived the conflict surrounded the two Rebel fleets from separate timelines of each other. The farewell ceremony like none other which ever happened before or after. The 25 Star Destroyers were handed over to the Rebels from Master Damocles' time since Bruticus' fleet also came from four years after The Battle Of Yavin. Even what remained of the Dominator

would go with them for reconstruction, modifications and a new name -Kenobi

-in memory of Master Luke Skywalker's teacher, a great Jedi Master and hero to The Rebellion. Their Imperial prisoners were kept within one of the Star Destroyers with the controls for their turrets and light speed temporarily deactivated, the systems for operating those removed to prevent attack or escape.
The Sorgarn activated the power distribution at the end of the farewell ceremony, the Rebel fleets signaled those exotic, extra-dimensional beings when each and every one of them were ready to be sent home.
Battlestars and Colonial Destroyers fired shots from their turrets as continual salutes to their temporary allies. The familiar bright, lightning-like lights which appeared, eventually expanded and formed their surrounding field of a thick, white light surrounded the Rebel vessels for the last time.
The Colonial music which played for this most unique of all occasions continued until the end even after the Rebel Alliance had disappeared.


Lord Draconis found he had reappeared in one of his hideouts while he conducted repairs upon his converted Jedi Star Fighter, specifically the abandoned base which his Jedi twin Brother had found him. His Sith reflexes made him draw