I like to apologise to the Anvil of Writing and hope that this story is much better to his liking.

It has now been two years since the rebellion defeated the Galactic Empire and reformed the New Republic. Two years of peace, without the tyranny and enslavement of the Galaxy by Darth Imperious…

However, the remains of the Galactic Empire have not surrendered. They have retreated back into the Outer-Rim and rename themselves the First Order and still waging war upon systems after system by Darth Imperious his former apprentice, Darth Tyrantus or more commonly known by others as Drago Bludvist…

The Jedi, who were once extinct tried to rebuild, but like before they were betrayed from within and nearly destroyed. However, there are rumours that a couple of Jedi still survived and are now spread across the galaxy…

In the hopes to quell the First Order, the planet of Berk took the responsibility of crushing this new Empire. Led by General Stoick, the leader of this world they are now clashing with the First Order which is proving to be as indelible as the Sith themselves…

A large curved cruiser with three large horns put sticking out of its front was clashing with a Star Destroyer. The large had the emblem of a dragon on its side that resembled a Rumblehorn. This was The Skullcrusher flagship of General Stoick Haddock.

It was a moment doing battle with a Star Destroyer and it looked as if it was holding its own filing ion cannons and laser cannons directly at it head-on. Unfortunately, a second Star Destroyer appeared out of nowhere and flanked them firing its own cannons at its port side.

"We're taking heavy losses, General!" said a Sullustan officer in his native tongue of Sullustese.

"We're losing our shields!" said a human control officer. "Sir, we've been outflanked!"

"I see that!" Stoick yelled gritting his teeth. He then slammed his hand onto the control console. "Whoever is this new commander as he suddenly cunning?"

Stoick was in his mid-fifties and wearing a brown and green uniform, his red beard was arranged in several braids, and his hair was in one braid behind his head, although there was some grey in his hair now and his emerald eyes were focused upon the battle and the vastness of space.

Stoick was probably the greatest leader on Berk in generations, he was also strong as a Wookiee and a stubborn as one as well. Still no one could doubt his leadership on the ground or in space.

"Stoick, we've just lost another one of our cruisers," said Spitelout.

Spitleout Jorgenson was blackhead Viking with blue eyes and a scruffy beard around his face. He was wearing traditional Berkian armour that resemble the old Clone armour they used in the Clone Wars.

Spitelout was Stoick brother-in-law and was extremely thick skull. He always took an unnecessary risk and always disobeyed his orders whenever he got an idea that usually resulted in a complete disaster. Still the man was an excellent soldier, but that didn't mean Stoick had to like him.

"I know, Spitelout," said Stoick.

He was not enjoying how this battle was transpiring, he had greatly underestimated his enemy and that was going to cost him dearly. The problem was if they were treated then they would get hold of this entire sector and do a lot of damage in the system.

The First Order was feared among many, because they stole young children and groomed them into perfect fighting soldiers. Of course they only recruited humans and no one knows what happened to the aliens they captured and many did not want to find out.

"Stoick, if we die! Then no one will be able to stop the First Order!" said a voice.

Stoick looked around and saw his best friend and adviser, Gobber.

Gobber was a sixty year old man wearing a grey jacket, a light yellow shirt that was marked with grease stains, a glove over his left hand, brown pants, and brown boots. He was completely bald and had a blonde rope like moustache with a few greys in it.

"We can't retreat!" said Stoick stubbornly, but as he said it triggered had just been destroyed by several TIE Bombers.

Outside X-Wings were flying outside taking out TIE Fighters, but whenever they get close to a Star Destroyer they were blown a good majority of them were taking out before they even landed a single shot.

Stoick hated it, but he knew that Gobber was right. If they were going to take out the First Order and they needed to survive.

"Order The Redeemer and The Protector to cover our retreat," said Stoick as if every word brought great pain into him.

From the deck of the Star Destroyer a man in dark armour was watching the battle transpire. He had long short brown hair and was sporting a goatee, he had quite a few long scars around the left side of his neck.

This was Viggo Grimborn, probably one of Drago Bludvist most capable warriors and his greater strategist. However, most people call him Darth Calculus for his cunning and his calculative planning.

"Sir," said one of the officers. "The Skullcrusher is making escape, should we intercept?"

"No, let them tell them of their failure it is not as if they can pose a threat to the Order," said Viggo dismissively.

Viggo watched as two Berkian cruisers provided cover for the small fleet. He was always fascinated by the designs of the Berkian cruisers, for each one was different from the other and each one resembled a certain type of dragon that rumoured to roam Berk.

The Redeemer was made to mirror that of a Singetail as search its hall was very wide and the nose long and thin. Also the bridge was designed to looking every single direction making it impossible for anyone to sneak up on them.

The Protector on the other hand resembled that of a Cavern Crasher with a long and stoic body. Its hall was actually quite thick able dozens of ion cannons even without it shields.

He could see no reason to waste resources by chasing after the Berk shapes as one by one they entered into hyperspace along with their fighters. It would only be a matter of time before they invaded Berk and when they did that the Resistance would be destroyed completely.

"Send our cruisers to invade the nearby systems, drain and dry and captured its people," said Viggo without even looking at his offices.

"At once, sir," said one of the officers.

Meanwhile, unaware of the defeat, the people of Berk were enjoying their annual sport, Air Racing.

The planet of Berk was mostly water, but there were several large islands all round it forming an archipelago. Each one of these islands were ruled by different ruler, but the capital was in charge of the entire planet as it was the biggest island.

Whenever a ruler of the world died there was always an election to select the next candidate. They would choose from the most capable houses, the Haddock, the Hofferson, the Jorgenson and so on.

However, the Haddock's had been in control of the planet for many generations. This was because the Haddock's were the first house to ever be formed and created the government on Berk. Or so they were revered as great leaders, but after the Clone Wars and the Galactic Civil War that house had taken quite a tall leaving Stoick is the only surviving member.

The people of Berk were a warrior culture much like the Mandalorian in fact many people considered Mandalore as the sister planet for it was to believe that Mandalorian tired of never-ending conflict during the Galactic War left and founded a new world, whether these beliefs were true were lost to time, but they were on great friendly terms with the Mandalorian.

Many people watched as many aircraft flew overhead, each one with a different colour scheme and they cheered as they flew overhead. Air Racing was an enjoyable sport, basically the racers had to fly around the archipelago and fly over each island before returning to the capital.

However, all the races were outshined by two individuals, one flying a sky blue racer and the other a metallic grey. These two races were fighting neck and neck trying to be the first ones over the line.

The sky blue racer was being piloted by Astrid Hofferson, a captain in the Berk army and from a well-respected family. She was a fiery woman of twenty-five years. She was a very fierce fighter on land as well and so far she hadn't met anyone who could best in single combat.

Metallic grey racer was being ridden by Heather Valha. Heather was an orphan who was taken aback kind family, but a relatively poor one. She had no idea who her birth parents were, but she loved her family to pieces and the best way she could help them was winning the race.

In a commentary box sat two Berkians, one short and squat and the other tall muscular. Their names were Mulch and Bucket.

Mulch was a kindly young man with a very scruffy beard with a mechanical prosthetic right arm and left leg.

Next to him sat Bucket, who also had a mechanical arm on his right arm, but he was also wearing a bucket as a helmet. During the Clone Wars, Bucket suffered major brain damage when a droid fighter rocket launcher at the ceiling collapse in it right on top of him. The ending was old left him confused and sometimes distracted.

"And it's Stormfly in the lead with Windshear following close behind," said Mulch from commentary box. "These girls shot putting everything into their racing, aren't they, Bucket?"

"There's a race going on?" said Bucket excitedly.

"There sure is!" said Mulch yelling through the microphone. "And these two young flyers are giving them all in the cloud is loving them, just hear those yells."

Astrid and Heather soon entered into the final stretch where the finishing line was at site. The crowd got off their seats to get a better look and watched as the two races cross the finishing line.

However, it was so close that no one could see who had won.

"Just a minute, folks, were getting the reviews of the final race now," said Mulch.

Then appearing on the screen was a slow motion take of the two races crossing the finishing line. They could see that both Astrid and Heather had been fighting for the lead, but as they got closer to the finishing line it was clear that Astrid managed an inch ahead of Heather.

"And winning by a nose hair is, Stormfly!" Mulch yelled.

The entire crowd cheered the lungs off as the two races came to a stop in the pit stops.

Astrid opened her cockpit and jumped out and removed her helmet. She was a beautiful blonde haired girl of twenty-five, a button nose and steel blue eyes could penetrate steel itself. She saw cameras flying overhead and gave a wave and a big smile.

She then saw Heather emerging out of her own cockpit and removing her own helmet. She too was a beautiful girl, but with raven black hair and forest green eyes that were so enchanting that you could lose yourself in them.

"Good game, Astrid," Heather smiled as she raised her hand.

"You two," said Astrid shaking it.

Despite the fact that the two girls were rivals they were all so dear friends, they trained together at the Berk Academy and became fast friends. The two of them knew each other so well that they didn't even need to use comm to know what the other was thinking during battle.

"Nice work out there, guys," said a voice.

The two girls turned and saw a husky blonde hair man with big blue eyes and a big round face. He was wearing a grey jumpsuit.

This was Fishlegs Ingerman, he was a very caring and intelligent man, but the thought of fighting scared him. With that being said he was excellent at research, studying different cultures and species and history. One of his most favourite topics had to be the Jedi, who we found deeply interesting.

"Thanks, Fishlegs," Astrid smiled.

"Yeah, that was a good game, bade," said a smugglers voice.

Astrid and Heather groaned, because they knew the owner of that voice belonged to one Snotlout Jorgenson.

Snotlout look like a miniature version of his father, except he was about a foot shorter and a lot more smug-ish. He wore a black shirt, grey jacket, grey pants and brown boots that fit well with his greasy black hair and a smug-ish look.

There was no denying that Snotlout was a capable soldier, but he absolutely had no leadership qualities. It also didn't help that he had a massive ego the size of Berk and it constantly flirted with every single beautiful girl, whom he considered his type.

Annoyingly that meant that he constantly flirted with both Astrid and Heather, who he seemed to think had a thing for him.

"For the last time, don't call me babe!" Astrid yelled angrily glaring at him.

"Come on, I know you two girls like me deep down inside," said Snotlout. "I'm just so there's not enough of the Snot to go around."

"Is he serious," said Heather staring at Astrid.

"He's only getting started," Astrid groaned.

Fortunately for Snotlout, it was that moment that two identical twin showed up, one male, and one female. They both wore identical clothing, brown vests, yellow shirts, fingerless gloves, brown pants, and brown boots. Both have blonde hair, but the male had his in dreads while the female has hers in two braids.

These two were Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston and probably the biggest troublemakers on Berk. They spend most of their free time playing pranks on and knowing victims or blowing stuff up. There was no denying that they knew explosives, but sometimes they win too far.

"Congrats, Astrid," said Ruffnut.

"Which we were up there," said Tuffnut.

"You probably would have been, if you hadn't blown up the training facility on your first day," said Fishlegs.

"True, but it wanted to be blown up," said Ruffnut.

"Practically begging for it," Tuffnut nodded.

Astrid rolled her eyes, another factor the twins were that they couldn't count past five. Of course this kid in the event have been unpredictable which certainly confused any enemy they were facing against.

"Anyway, the Generals just returned and he's not too happy," said Ruffnut.

"I thought he was just a stop a simple patrol?" Astrid frowned.

"He did, but then he got sneak attack and lost about three cruises," said Tuffnut holding out four fingers.

"This First Order suddenly don't mess around," said Heather.

"Just don't believe it," said Astrid shaking her head in disbelief. "Stoick is a great military genius, how is he being outflanked by fanatics and terrorists."

"Correction, well organised fun fanatics and terrorists," said Fishlegs.

"He's right, this is not just a small band of pirates or slave is this is the remains of the Galactic Empire," said Heather. "You know as well as I that they were the greatest military force in the history of the Galaxy."

Astrid did know, because she did actually frighten against the Galactic Empire during the Galactic Civil War. In fact she was actually there during the final days, piloting her X-Wing at the Empire's secret weapon the Red Death.

The Red Death was a massive space station the size of the moon that could obliterate an entire planet. Fortunately, the Rebels were able to destroy it before it was finished completing.

Though there had been a trap, the Emperor wanted to wipe the Rebellion out and delete that information, but he greatly underestimated their resolve. Of course they probably would have succeeded if a Jedi strike squad hadn't killed the Emperor and deactivated its super weapon before it fired on their fleet.

"Can't just give up," said Astrid.

"What the general hasn't, because he's request your presence," said Ruffnut.

"And Heather's," Tuffnut added.

"What does he want to see us for?" Heather frowned.

"We don't know, but we think it's something big," said Ruffnut excitedly.

Astrid and Heather looked at one another and they weren't quite sure why the general want to see them personally, but there was only one way to find out.