Star War: Rebellion Rising Reboot IC

[Revlona]

"Resistance, Rebellion we shall burn these ideas away."-Emperor Palpatine

It has been a few years after the fall of the Jedi and the rise of the Galactic Empire the Empire has ruled the Galaxy with fear and oppression. No one dares to protest against the Emperor's actions for fear they will be killed. However one alliance has decided to take a stand against the Empire's tyrannical rule over the Galaxy and this alliance is known as The Alliance to Restore the Republic or the Rebel Alliance as it is known in the Galaxy. Will the Empire crush the rebellion and achieve order, or will the rebellion reign victorious? The year is 1 ABY.


OOC
Discord

Your Emperor
Revlona

My Apprentice

CooPs
Ormata and New Roman Empire


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He could sense the Jedi, he could sense her emotions, her hope someone was coming to help her, but most of all he could sense her fear.

There he stood, left arm outstretched, holding the girl in the air with the force, his lightsaber ignited in his right hand.

"You would have been a mere youngling when Order 66 occured, how did you escape your death?" The Deep voice of Darth Vader asked her

"Just kill me already, condemn your soul even more, you won't get anything from me sith other than silence." She said

"So be it" Vader said before crushing her neck

Letting her body go, he watched as she slumped to the ground.

Walking over to her dead body, he retrieved the lightsaber from her hip, igniting the green saber he studied it for a few moments before placing it on his hip.

Patching himself to the commander of the 501st contingent with him, he said, "Commander, get me my shuttle, we are returning to coruscant"

[New Roman Empire]

Kaowan Siln Tarkin
Aboard the Amber

"Will you stop kicking me already! I'm only carrying you cause you would get out of the cell," grumbled Siln as he boarded his ship and he nodded to the astromech droid to get them the fuck out of the asteroid belt. A few later latter the hum and the slight shake as they entered hyperspace, he sighed and put the girl down.

"I was perfectly able to help myself thank you very much! I am old enough to take care of myself, I had already come up with a plan to get out of that cell on my own. So looks like this year so far, ive been taken captive my pirates and now a stranger who attacks pirates," she concluded as she looked the man up and down. She had come to the conclusion that he was in his late twenties and he knew how to fight or at least handle himself in a fight from what she saw. After a few moments of silence she bit her lower lip before she spoke, "So what are you a bounty hunter? A slaver or what are you?"

Siln removed his helmet and set it down on a nearby crate and turning to face her, "I am neither of those options. The empire has me labeled as a terrorist, but I prefer a freedom fighter. So no I don't plan to rape you, sell you or anything of the sort. My next target is on Naboo, so you can stay here for as long as you want or you can get off once we land at Naboo. Now you can have my quarters down the corridor last down on the right," he informed as he walked towards the turbolift bridge fo the ship. The ship was lacking a crew there were 50 crewmen not including the droid, the girl and him. There was still 42 stations open for the crew but, the people here were volunteers who wanted to help bring the empire down. Once they learned he was a grey jedi that only seemed to make them want to fight more. Though he doubted they knew the difference between him and a regular jedi.

[Andsed]

Jedi Knight Rodric Hethna
Mos Eisley

Rodric was sitting in one of the bars talking to some Man about a job

¨Okay so what do you want me to transport¨Rodric asked.

"just about 2 container of spice" the man replied.

"That its OK where am I taking it" Rodric asked thinking it was weird that he was having him transport just one container for such a high payment.

" You will be taking it to the Pammant system and also be careful this stuff is very high quality and rare " The Rodian replied with then said "once you get there drop off the stuff at this warehouse" the Rodian said as he showed the place on the map.

"OK will do" Rodric replied with shaking the Rodian,s hand and standing up.

A hour later he had got the spice on his ship a modified YG-300 Light Freighter called the emerald phoenix. He figured it would be easy in and out as prepared to launch and began punching in coordinates.

[Ormata]

Serenity
Hydian Way
Galactic South of Telos

“Sparrow, Sparrow, this is Steel Rain. Interrogative: How much longer is this next target, over?”

“Steel Rain, target should be within range in twelve cycles. Stand by, how copy, over.”

“Sparrow, solid copy, out.”

“All Viktors, all Viktors, be advised that target will be in range in twelve cycles, how copy, over.”

“This is Assassin, solid copy, over.”

“This is Hitman, solid copy, over.”

“This is Steel Rain, solid copy, over.”

“This is Chaos, solid copy, over.”

And so the music started.

The Venator’s sublights lit-up space, the hull’s blue-gray markings over her hull illuminated by just a few outer running lights and only the slightest bulge just forward of the hangar bays denoting the generator. The vessel was one of the symbols, once, of a regime that fought across the galaxy and a war which engulfed the lives of trillions of beings across it’s breadth. She was a moniker of those years when peace was at the end of a sword, whenever the enemy was all dead and gone. Aligned-up against her was a small flotilla of fighter craft, the ARC-170s and X-Wings in their respective formations. They’d been out there for some hours, waiting for the next target.

In the bridge, dim lighting upon each wall cast dull shadows along the durasteel grating, the Captain herself sitting in the command chair. For most, she looked rather young for a person in command; with smooth skin and a lack in the way of those glassy eyes that denoted a veteran, along with the intricately woven hair, Vhira Wraini cut the image of a socialite or vain scientist from Arkania, not at all a combat professional. In some ways, she wasn’t. In other ways, she most certainly was. The woman’s recent victories against shipping easily showed those facts and her record was without stain.

“XO, sound General Quarters. Ready the Alert Squadrons.”

“Sound General Quarters, ready Alert Squadrons, aye!”

The characteristic ringing of the bells sounded, the vessel’s crew thundering down every corridor and the noise bouncing from every bulkhead. In the mess-hall, tables were rapidly cleared as crewmen left their food where it was, running for their posts in short order. In the barracks, the alarm rang there, too, men and women jumping from the cramped bunks and donning their clothes with the speed that was demanded of them, despite such time being the only period they ever had for sleep. Adrenaline and excitement at the chance to fight replaced that rest, easily.

A tense pause filled the bridge, the Captain waiting for her reports on the status of her vessel. Time was ticking, easily, and besides that fact the ability for a warship to get into combat readiness was an essential thing. However, Vhira was assured that the crew would get to their stations at their normal time. Of that she was assured. Long fingernails tapped-away at the armrest of the chair, one of the few noises in the roomy area. Tappings of keys on each console was there, too, all drown-out by the incessant clamor of the bells.

“Captain, all stations reported-in. Alert Squadrons ready to launch within one cycle.”

“Order the batteries for a flak cloud about the convoy’s exit point. Small dispersion. Bring auxiliary power online to boost the point defense cannons.”

“Flak cloud about enemy position, small dispersion, auxiliary power online to boost point defense cannons, aye, ma’am!” Another pause, this one far shorter as the generators spun themselves up to full power. “Target coordinations up, flak cloud ready, Captain.”

“You may commence firing when they arrive, Lieutenant Commander.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Another wait, the cycles counting-down until they had all passed. The bridge crew was wound like a piece of steel wire, taut and ready to snap at any moment. The crew themselves waited, waited and hoped that their aim would be true, that the enemy would have more issues than they, that the enemy would never expect such a thing. The pilots outside prayed for nothing to go wrong for them, for everything to go wrong for the enemy, for their reflexes to be lightning and their eyes as sharp as knives. They waited, waited for what seemed like years, each eye glued towards space, through a window or through a scanner. The gunners looked through their sights, the loaders standing-by the lines of ammunition, waiting for the frenzy to start. They waited for so long.

The XO’s eyes stayed glued to his chrono, ordering, “Fire!” once he was satisfied. The turbolasers fired for effect, heady cannons and their noise shuddering even up to the bridge. They were like heavy sledge hammers, strikes that carried so much weight and potential. Ahead of them flew the point defense cannons, blaster cannons designed to fire fast and fill a region with a cloud of death that no fighter or bomber wanted to survive. A cloud of red fire flew-up to the appointed target area, hundreds of lasers like a swarm of hornets. The loaders worked overtime, putting in their effort and earning their pay.

Then the enemy came.

A Gozanti-class Cruiser exited first, four TIE/ln fighters slung under her, before the actual convoy left hyperspace abruptly. Two Action IV transports fell-through, ugly little bastards with their slate noses and quad engines. It was a smaller convoy than one might expect and Vhira did not envy their captains. It must be quite the surprise, she supposed, to get such a heart attack with such an easy job as trawling the Hydian Way. In part, she felt sorry for them, but only because of their likely newness within the Imperial Navy. No person on an Action IV, nor a Gozanti, were within the ranks far enough to commit atrocities. They hadn’t been in long enough. That regret was swiftly cast aside, however.

The turbolasers impacted, two shots hitting an aft transport right in her middle. The first impacted against the weak shields, likely knocking them down before the second shot rammed into her nose. Light armor broke against the heavy blow, the metal turning to slag and the hull opening-up like a can. The bridge there was vaporized, nothing at all left. The second transport was lucky to avoid all the turbolaser fire, though she was peppered by blaster cannon fire.

The Gozanti was by far the most unlucky, blaster fire hitting against the unshielded TIE/ln’s hooked-up to her lower hull. The Captain there must have realized the impending danger, the unmanned fighters being ejected rapidly. However, they weren’t fast enough as blaster bolts hit against the fighter’s hull, igniting her. The fuel stream that traveled up into the cruiser blew as well, a line of explosions lighting inside the metal before bursting it, vacuum snuffing-out the flames. It traveled up and up, hitting the Gozanti’s main fuel supply, and within seconds of the vessel exiting hyperspace, that blew too. Her hull broke into two, spacing what crew that wasn’t vaporized or sealed in compartments, and the area about the wreck was littered with shorn metal and organic ice. Lights about her shuddered and flickered in the black night, white flashes turning into shadow as the hull turned dead.

The gunners retook their aim, and another salvo from the main batteries of DBY-827s rammed into the last Action IV, her hull breaking-down as she turned in an attempt to flee the scene. The shots splashed against her armor, glancing-off into what was likely the cargo bay. Crates, half torn to shreds, littered the space about the battlefield as she turned-about. Sublights, purple against the midnight black of space, vented-out into little flowers of flame, exhaust ports on the side venting-out heavy and discharged plasma as the Captain there likely ordered his crew to release the safeties on the engines and perform a maximum burn, simply shoving all excess heat out the window as it were. The vessel accelerated at at rather impressive speed, despite her garbage appearance.

“Gunnery, tractor beam that transport. Hold her.”

“Aye, Captain!”

And then, after just a pause as the order was relayed, the vessel was halted in it’s tracks as though a chain came about her hull, dragging it down. Slowed to a crawl. The gunners fired their last salvo, red turbolaser shots like lances stabbing into the aft sections of the Action IV and her engines, the unstable reactors therein exploding upon contact. The entire aft of the vessel turned into a small supernova, secondary explosions lighting-up the interior atmosphere of the vessel and cooking it from the inside. After the flashes had come and gone, all that was left was the forward sections, a shell, and the jagged metal that was once her middle. Not even shrapnel hung-about the gutted transport’s corpse, all of it having been vaporized in the blast.

“Order Steel Rain to began to search for survivors, Assassin on overwatch. Reel-in Hitman and Chaos.”

“Aye, Captain. Steel Rain, Steel Rain, this is Sparrow, began your sweep for remaining Imperials. Assassin, you have escort. How copy, over.”

“Steel Rain, solid copy, over.”

“Assassin, solid copy, over.”

“Hitman, Chaos, this is Sparrow, return to hangar for debrief, how copy, over.”

“This is Hitman, returning god dammit, over.”

“Chaos, returning to hangar, out.”

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

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Quarren Isolation League

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Chairman Pok Tesser
Minntooine, Calamari Sector, Outer Rim

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Pok stared intensely into the fish tank, claw-like hands clasping its sides. In the crystalline panel he could perfectly make out his reflection. His hunched figure, his flowing, robe-like uniform; but most of all, the expression of intense anger in his pale blue eyes.
Disaster had struck, and it was all his fault.

It had been too much, he knew, trying to juggle the two responsibilities at the same time. They were irreconcilable, and he had known it that time. He had overestimated himself, thinking that he would be able to complete such a Herculean task. And now it was all unraveling, decades of work.

Decades of long hours spent in his offices here, when he should have been at home with his family, his wife, his son, Kokad, who he’d never even seen for more than an hour at time over the past twenty years. All for nothing, or so it seemed.

The Chairman had hoped that he would be remembered in the annals of Quarren history, galactic history, even, as a peerless leader, an illustrious statesmen who’d taken a tiny organization that had barely survived a galaxy-wide civil war and reforged it into a shipbuilding powerhouse to rival even the Mon Calamari. It seemed that legacy wouldn’t come to fruition; Pok would be lucky to be mentioned in passing in even the most obscure of history books, a hero none, remembered only as a fool who’d been used by the Empire to thwart the ambitions of his own people.

It had all begun with a surprise inspection earlier that week. One Commander Jarvis, freshly transferred from the Core Worlds and obviously not happy about it, had perused the Minntooine shipyards for nearly an hour, scrutinizing everything from the behavior of the Quarren laborers to the cleanliness of the floors. He had interpreted the slightest of malfunctions as an insult to the Empire, despite Tesser’s profuse objections- which he had taken note of as well. By the end of the inspection, Jarvis’ fingers appeared to be numb from typing, and his “concise report” looked more like a verbose manifesto. Pok Tesser, on the other hand, was fuming.

But he had gotten over it with the help of his Moappa. Some found solace with their family, others with their god, still others with their hobbies; but Pok found his with his peculiar little pets. Whenever he’d first set up his office on Minntooine, he had ensured that several specimens of the jellyfish-like creatures were transplanted from Dac, and had constructed an aquarium for them to reside in. Whenever work troubled him, he merely had to glance up from his desk, and there they were, bobbing in their tank. They talked to him.

Not in the normal way; they had no mouths, of course. But he could hear their voices in his head, talking to him, soothing him, advising him whenever he had to make a tough decision. They were far more intelligent than people gave them credit for. It had been explained to him that the Moappa acted as hive mind, able to function on their own but becoming infinitely more intelligent when grouped together. And so, the Chairman had arranged for several more specimens to be brought back to Minntooine. Their thoughts quickly became more coherent, their telepathic abilities strengthening. They were fascinating creatures.

Now, Pok stared at them, already feeling himself soften as their lulling voices consoled him. His head rapidly clearing, the Quarren turned his thoughts to what had happened next. Jarvis’ scathing report had gone through to the local Moff, and, as a result, all Imperial ship orders were placed on hold, and the Credits they’d paid for them were withdrawn. This had crippled the League seemingly overnight.

Their primary investor had pulled out, and had bankrupted them in the process. Tesser had tried to plead with the Empire, but his missives were ignored; the Moff likely never even saw them. And that was that. Almost all of the construction projects had to be canceled, the half-finished hulls of the Quarren fleet scrapped to keep the League in business. That night, Tesser hadn’t even gone home, but had worked through the night, scrambling to keep the organization together.

Imperial oversight and Quarren independence were not compatible, he had realized as the Moappa calmed him. He slowly sank behind his desk, pondering the future of the Isolation League. The Empire was gone, probably forever. And Pok had no doubt that they were more than willing to seize the shipbuilding facilities on Minntooine and Pammant once he filed for bankruptcy.
He had failed himself, his family, and now his company… But he could not fail his people.

He would need to find a new client, and fast. But who in the galaxy needed the heavy military ships he was producing?
Who in the galaxy… It came to him.

The Rebel Alliance.

[Jhet]

Ashes. He could smell ashes. Not cremated remains, washed and sterilised by an official crematorium, nor even the paste by which natural winds tore apart the skeletons of discarded beasts over the years. No, it was raw corpses turned to char, ground into dust by the tread of a hundred Imperial boots. The smell was of diseased meat, a cancer torn from the body and left to putrefy under the sun. It was the scent of victory, of rebellion shattered by the New Order, and it smelled wonderful.

Utapau was an imperial world, a world registered in the archives for its willingness to submit to the order that came with the Empire's protection. Lennox was not naive enough to believe that all of the inhabitants were educated enough to fully comprehend what they had been given with the Emperor's new policies, but he had expected their leaders to have had the good sense of keeping their dissidents from attempting to start a war. Not that it mattered. The Tyrant had answered a call from a loyal citizen and made all haste to bring Imperial justice to the rebels.

They had been attempting a coup, those foolish youths of Utapau. Maybe they thought that a hundred blaster rifles could force a change in government. Maybe they had hoped to spark a great uprising that would catch alight across the porous world they called home. It did not matter to Lennox. No, he was a soldier, an officer in the Imperial Navy. The why of it did not come into it, not now that they had the rebels on the run. When the war was over. Yes, he mused. When the war was over he could think on the ideology of youths and upstarts, come to understand why it was that they would throw away their lives and potentially the lives of everyone they cared about for a republic that had failed the galaxy not two decades ago.

The captain stopped in his tracks. He had seen enough. Stormtroopers were the best soldiers in the galaxy, forged in the remorseless crucible of war. They had served for years in the Imperial military, putting down one insurrection after another with the refined elegance of professionals. Even now, even here, in the bombed out remains of one of Utapau's sinkhole cities, they had charged through the enemy defenses like an avalanche. Blasterfire could hold them, nor thermal detonators. Not even ideology had saved the rebels from suffering the consequences of their treason.

"Have we found anything?" he asked of the mission commander.

The stormtrooper bore the same marks of battle that sullied the armour of his soldiers. Led from the front, the Imperial captain assumed. It had been a small mission, with barely four Sentinels assigned to the detachment. Plenty of opportunity for the leaders to rekindle the spirit of duty alongside their command. For a moment Lennox wanted to feel that same fire, that energy that surged through his body whenever an enemy craft began to prime weapons. But the moment passed, and he was once more awaiting an answer.

"We believe so, sir," went the reply, the stormtrooper's finger gesturing towards one of the rebels.

"Bring it aboard. Let us deal with it there."

And with as little fanfare as had preceded their arrival, the Imperials left.

[New Roman Empire]

Siln Tarkin
The Amber
Preparing to land at a spaceport, Naboo

The Amber dropped out of Hyperspace above the planet, Siln knew there was an imperial garrison on the planet. But, he had other reasons for coming than to try to infiltrate the garrison. He was going to try to get a group of people who hated the empire to join him on his ship, but that was secondary in his eyes. His train of thought was interrupted as Corana spoke from behind him, "Looks like I'm home, after all, I never thought I would see this place again. Do you think the people are killed here every day by the empire?"

Siln sighed and stood up, "I don't know, I don't have the answers to that. But, what I do know is the fact that the empire is here and that is something far worse than anything you could imagine. The Sith do not care for life, if this wasn't the emperor's home planet then there would be a much harsher occupation. Take us into the spaceport and get us a hanger, lock the systems once I get off the ship or better yet lock the entrance to the hanger once I leave." He looked as the planet drew closer and he left the bridge and headed down the hall to his quarters where he grabbed a farmer's attire and hit his weapons under the clothing.

Corana sat down in the chair as siln walked off the bridge, she bit her lip and looked at the planet as she pondered on what he had said. "hey R9 how long have you known him is he who he says he is?" R9 made a series of noises that she took as a yes, she slumped down in the chair. She wasn't sure how she felt, it was a flood of emotions. She remembered when she had gotten on the transport to leave the planet with her family, that was the first time she saw someone died in front of her. The experience still haunted her dreams and still gave her chills.

A few moments later she heard footsteps come down the corridor, "Once we land, you can go your separate way or if you want to stay aboard the ship. The choice is yours, just don't get yourself caught in a fight you cant handle," Siln concluded as the ship made the final descent and landed in the hanger of the spaceport. He spun around on his heels and headed back down the corridor towards the exit ramp. Need to do some scouting of the area first, no doubt the imperials have some nice toys waiting at the garrison. Even if I don't infiltrate the garrison I can at least fuck with something of theirs.

A few seconds later Corana was following him stride for stride towards a market, several vendors were selling their wares. The market was packed with citizens and troopers alike, Corana stopped near a stall that was being raided by a squad of stormtroopers. Siln stopped beside her as the vendor was kicked in the head by a trooper. "This is all I have! I don't have anything to hide! Please just leave me alone, I am a loyal citizen!" Pleaded the vendor as he received another foot to the face and then one of the troopers pointed his blaster at the man and squeezed the trigger. Several people gathered around in horror and some ran away in fear that they were going to be next.

"Move along, there is nothing to see here!" Barked the trooper as his squad made a bubble around the body and started to shove people away from the area. Corana was mortified and completely shocked at what she had just seen. "Hey, you! Move along before I arrest you for murder!" Barked the trooper who was now looking at Corana. Siln quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her along with him.

She looked back at the scene as they disappeared around a corner, "Now you know what the Empire is truly like. They will kill for no reason, if they think you are a threat they will not hesitate to eliminate you," advised Siln as he looked around the corner to see if they were followed by anyone.

Corana mumbled, "teach me to fight."

"What? What did you say?" Asked Siln as he looked at her.

She swallowed and said, "Teach me to fight! I don't want to see people treated like that." Siln looked at her in complete confusion not believe what he had just heard.
"You heard me, teach me to fight the empire. I want to fight," she concluded.

"If you go through with this, there is no turning back. What I can teach you is meant to kill people, you will have to do that if you want to fight the Empire. If your serious meet me back on the ship in an hour," he agreed.

Training Room, The Amber

Siln had downgraded to training attire, the room had two walls covered with different kinds of weapons. Corana walked into the room wearing some training clothes that Siln had grabbed on his way back to the ship, "Good now that you are here the first lesson is how to defend yourself. You're no good to anyone if you cant defend yourself, so here take this stick. As a Teodowan, in the order, we occasionally trained with wooden sticks that were meant to accustom us to the weight of a lightsaber for long periods of time. So, I want you to try to strike me," he concluded as he tossed the stick to Corana who's mouth was wide open. After a few moments, she regained her composure and bit her bottom lip and sighed.

She gripped the wooden stick with both hands and took a deep breath, she charged forward and slashed to the right. Siln smoothly dodged the series of slashes and when she went to swing he arched his back allowing the stick to pass over him before knocking it out of her hands. Her breathing had elevated and she had fallen to the ground on the disarm. "What the hell what that?" She asked as Siln helped her back to her feet and handed her the wooden stick once again.

"That is called the force and years of combat experience have taught me a thing or two, now let us try this again. But, this time don't waste all of your energy into a series of strikes cause you never know what your opponent is capable of," advised Siln as he waited for her to make the next move. Over the next several hours they trained and he saw some improvement from the start but, he knew she wouldn't be ready for any sort of fighting anytime soon. "Enough, that is enough training for the day. I think you have worked hard enough for now, just keep working on what I taught you," he concluded as he grabbed a towel from a nearby rack and threw it in her direction.

Corana was breathing heavily now, sweat covered her face and her muscles were sore and her whole body ached from the last several hours. She was sure that she would have bruises the next day from the training session. She lifted up her arms to catch the towel that was sent flying her way despite her whole body screaming as she raised her arm and caught it in her hand. She collapsed to the floor and just laid there trying to catch her breath before managing to sit herself up. "So it is true, you are a jedi. I thought all of the jedi were killed by the clone troopers several years ago," she informed.

Siln sighed, "Yes it is true, but only partially true. I am a grey jedi we walk the line and use both sides of the force. Though we know the darkside of the force we do not like to rely on it. It is frowned upon in the order but, many were killed by the troopers some escaped their deaths, others like me were on missions before it even happened. So I wasn't at the temple when everything happened there, but I did hear about what happened. The jedi's true enemy was that of people they fought alongside of for years and they trusted them. But, that's enough about that, lets get you up no doubt you want to change clothes and clean up," he concluded as he shook the thoughts from his head and helped her up. He put her arm over his shoulder as he took her to his quarters that he had allowed her to use since she came aboard the ship, once he set her down he left the room and headed to the common area towards the center of the ship where a holo-com was present.

Siln was in the common area of the ship attempting to take a nap when footsteps echoed down the corridor. Siln opened his left eye and looked down the corridor to see Corana walking down the corridor, she grabbed some food and sat down on a nearby crate. "You obviously want something, so what is it?" Asked Siln as he opened both his eyes and looked towards her, he hadn't expected her to recover as quickly as she did. She seemed to be a quick study but, the physical application is really where it shows how you will react to a situation.

Corana took a bite of the food and spoke in-between chewing, "So you haven't told me why you are here, the last several days we have been training nonstop. So I am just curious as to why we are here," she shifted her position and cross her leg over the other.

He sighed, "if you must you. I have been doing recon around the Imperial Garrison HQ building, I plan on setting a bomb inside of it and blowing the building sky high. That is what I plan to do, now if that is going to happen we will see. But, if I know one thing, the Empire will probably not see this coming. Security is going to be tight no doubt, its supposed to be a secured facility," he concluded as he stood up and stretched for a few seconds before sitting back down.

Corana looked down for a moment, she was sore everywhere. her hips, arms, legs, back and just about everywhere was sore. When she was dressing earlier she noticed bruising around her ribs, she had no doubt it was from the training she had started earlier in the week. "So am I going to be involved in your plan or am I just going to be sitting here guarding the ship?" She asked as she rubbed her right shoulder.

Siln was stunned by the question for a second, "I mean I was planning for you to guard the ship, I don't think you're ready to start attacking the Empire. But, you are very stubborn so there isn't a point in arguing with you if you want to help out. Though you are going to be a distraction if you are going to be involved," he concluded.

She frowned, "So you want to use me as bait? Really? I was hoping to at least shoot at something, but apparently, you don't feel that I am ready to handle a blaster let alone a real weapon yet do you." Siln could sense the anger coming from her, he knew he would have to calm her down or she would do something stupid.

"It's not that I don't trust you, its the fact that you are not ready to go fight storm troopers, some of them have killed many things. A woman with little to no experience in a real fight is target practice for them, now once I plant the bomb and we make our escape if you want to shoot at people then by all means. But, you will not shoot anyone until we are making our way out and if it's absolutely necessary," he countered. "Now if your done arguing, let's discuss the plan and get this thing moving. I want to be in the area outside the HQ before the bomb goes off," he ordered as Corana nodded and took a few deep breaths to calm down.

After a few hours, the sun fell and the time to start the plan was now, they made their way to the gate. Siln hid in a nearby alley and jumped up the wall until he was on the top. Corana approached the gate where several troopers were guarding, "Halt who goes there?" Barked the trooper as they all pointed their guns at her.

Imperial Garrison HQ, Naboo

Siln watched from above as the troopers got closer to Corana, he smiled as the plan was going on without a hitch thus far. But, he was sure that wasn't going to last very long. He dropped down behind two troopers he activated his lightsaber and sliced both their heads off before dragging them behind some crates in the hopes no one would come searching for them right away. He opened his bag and set two thermal detonators on the wall, always helped to have an escape plan. He looked around before he darted across an open area, spotlights were everywhere no doubt looking for anyone who was trying to get in. Not to mention the stormtroopers where marching everywhere but, he felt a surge of adrenaline through his body. This was something he hadn't felt since the clone wars, that seemed like a decade ago though he knew it wasn't even that long ago.

Corana blurted, "Oh, I must have taken a wrong direction. Do you think you could point me to the royal palace?" The troopers looked at each other and seemed very confused. The sergeant of the group still kept his weapon on her, she felt very uncomfortable she felt itches all over her body and felt as if the trooper was staring deep into her soul. She never really looked at the troopers too much as she thought it would end with her being arrested. The thought did cross her mind that they would just shoot her on sight once they stopped her.

"Hey you two take her to the cell block, we will find out why she is here sooner or later even if it kills her." Ordered the sergeant at two of the troopers nodded and escorted her to a cell block that was in the basement of the HQ. As they got closer to the building she swallowed hard and looked nervous, she was still extremely sore and her arms were screaming in pain from how they were bound. Once they got to the cell block the troopers opened the door, released her hands, and then threw her into the cell and closed the door behind her.

Great, now I guess I just sit and wait for Siln to do whatever he is doing. Hopefully, he knows the cell block is on the HQ before he blows it up. She thought as she sat down on the bed and decided to lay there. Meanwhile, Siln had just darted into a hanger near the HQ.

CRACK! the sound seemed to echo in the corridor as Siln snapped a troopers neck and gently set his body down. He walked over to a vent near some crates and set a charge down. He looked both directions before continuing down the corridor, he was not going to head to the basement level of the building. So far he had managed to get around unseen but, he was already pushing his luck at not getting caught. Not to mention the bodies were going to be discovered sooner or later then the alarms would be set off and his life would be a hell of a lot harder. He was about to turn the corner when he heard footsteps echoing around the corner, he quickly pressed himself against the wall and waited as a squad of stormtroopers passed by him. He sighed and quickly went the opposite direction only to find himself in a cell block area. Did they put a cell block in the bottom of the building? You have got to be kidding me, oh well might as well see if I can find her since I'm here.

He quietly made his way down to a terminal which he hoped would have the records of who was in what cell. He didn't hear anyone come up behind him but he heard, "Freeze! Step away from the terminal!" He turned around to see and Imperial officer with a squad of stormtroopers behind him. "Put your weapon down and step away from the terminal, I won't ask again!" Barked the officer some more. Siln took two steps forward before using a force push to push them all down and activating his lightsaber he cut down most of them with ease. Then suddenly the alarm was sounded and he turned around to see the officer had activated it and before he could react a bolt hit him in the stomach.

Siln brought the officer closer to him and cut him in half, he limped his way over to the terminals once again and quickly found out which cell to go to. He was now hunched over when he opened the cell door to see Corana laying on the bed, "I think we overstayed our welcome if you couldn't tell. So we should get out of here now," he suggested as he handed her an E-11 blaster from a nearby stormtrooper. "You are going to have to lead the way, I'm not in the best condition to fight things head on and protect you at the same time," he continued as he pointed the way for her to go.

Corana's face frowned, "Oh you have got to be kidding me. You couldn't have just sabotaged the alarm system or done something so it wouldn't be tripped." She shook her head as she held the blaster at the ready and made her way to the exit of the cell block. Siln directed her where to go and they managed to avoid the alerted stormtroopers until they got to the courtyard. The whole area was swarming with them.

The alarms went silent as they slowly died down, "what, why would they turn off the alarm system? Don't they still think we are here or is there something else going on?" She whispered as she looked over the crates they were sitting behind. A squad of troopers just marched past going somewhere, she didn't have a good feeling about this. The whole situation didn't make any sense at all, so what is going on here? I figured they would keep that alarm raised until they caught us....Unless they think they have us trapped or something bigger is at play that we don't know. She looked up at the night sky it was cloudy now. Searchlights flooded the whole courtyard and were forming patterns that seemed to change.

pew, pew, pew Several blaster bolts hit the crate next to her, Siln stood up and blocked several more bolts before deflecting them back at the troopers. Now the Alarms were once again blaring and she felt him grab her hand and dragged her along behind him. They were now pinned down at the gate that they needed to get through to escape and hopefully get off the planet before its locked down. "Go! ill cover you!" Barked Siln as he stood up and started to deflect several. bolts as she started to rush towards the gate when suddenly several troopers appeared at the once empty gate.

She froze in her tracks, she started to breath short shallow breaths. She felt like that there wasn't enough air. She was completely immobilized by fear or something like it, this was something she wasn't sure how to respond to. She only panicked more as she saw them raise their blasters at her. Suddenly time seemed to slow down as she felt as if she was being tackled as she felt a hand wrap around her and lifted her off the ground. She looked over to see Siln had picked her up and time seemed to of slowed itself as they turned the corner she noticed around his stomach there was blood. Once they were out of sight he dropped to the ground and was breathing heavily. "What......thank you! You saved my life," she blurted out as she helped him to his feet and back to the spaceport. "Droid, get us out of here!" She ordered as the ramp was closed behind her as she took Siln to his quarters as the droid followed her back with a series of noises. "Get us to the Outer Rim! Just anywhere but here!" She barked as the droid did a 180 and raced to the cockpit and a few seconds later she felt the hum of the ship engine and felt the ship take off.

She set Siln down on the bed as she grabbed some medical supplies and set them on the bed. She helped him remove his shirt so she could see the wound, "how did you manage to do that let along why did you do that?" She asked.

Siln winced in pain as she started to clean the wound, "the force has its abilities now as to why. It was my fault you were in this situation in the first place. I pushed you sooner than I should have and if you would have been killed that would have been on me." He was a bit light headed but, it was nothing he hadn't dealt with before. "Besides, I protect those who can't fight for themselves-" he was interrupted by Corana kissing him.

"Now shut up and let me see if I cant at least stop the bleeding," he argued as she finished cleaning the wound and closed it up. She sat up straight and met his eyes, "there that should at least hold though I don't have any real experience with this stuff. I did, however, learn from my father a bit when it came to this," she babbled on as she leaned in again and kissed him again. This time there was a shock that seemed to the joint from him but, he didn't seem bothered by the fact. "Thank you again for saving me," she smiled as she interlocked her hand with his.

Several hours later

Siln at in the cockpit looking out into the blue of hyperspace. R9 was in sleep mode in a corner and activated at the vibrations of someone exited the lift. "You know you could have stayed in there right?" she chuckled as she took stood next to Siln. She could sense the tension that he gave off once she approached.

"Yeah but, I don't know something felt off so I came to the bridge to clear my head. This was something I wanted but, I don't know I feel very weird now. I'm not entirely sure why" he stammered.

She leaned on the console, the ship had a skeleton crew of people they had picked up before their op on Naboo. But now they wouldn't have to do everything themselves with a crew of 50 the place didn't seem so empty anymore. "Look that wasn't something because you saved me, it was something that felt right and you obviously felt the same way. I felt close to you when we started to train and then when you saved me...It I could sense what you were feeling, we should be dropping out of hyperspace in a few hours. So I'm going to head back to bed," she added and walked back towards the lift.He sighed and walked towards the back of the bridge to where there was a holotable.

Thump the sound seemed to echo off the wall as she hit the floor. She was covered in sweat her body was practically shiny. Siln had stopped holding back after the Naboo incident, he learned she was going to need to be able to protect herself. She stood back up and charged Siln with a closed fist. Once she was close enough she swung for his gut only to have him move out of the way as she felt her legs get swept right out from under her. "Again," he stated as she got back up and this time attempted to sweep out his legs which were almost successful except for when he jumped out of the way once again. "Again," he repeated as he saw her come in for a punch and then she dropped sweeping out his legs and knocking him to the floor. She lost her balance and then fell on top of him.

She smiled, "well looks like I finally accomplished one thing today at training." She started to go into kissing him as the intercom sounded. "We are about to drop out of hyperspace above Ryloth."

[Whalestron]

Finnick Grayson
Ryloth

The sound of flames and footsteps intensified as Finn regained consciousness. His eyes snapped open, staring up at a bleak sky. The memories of the battle came back to him almost immediately, hitting him like a speeder hauling bricks. Their mission had been to defend the village from the Imperials, who Finn quickly learned were working with pirates. They barely had time to arm themselves before the attack began. The villagers were, if he could remember correctly, hiding in the community bunker. Thank the Force their leader had the foresight to build something like it. His squad and the hundred rebel soldiers they'd been assigned tried their best to repel the attack, but the rest wasn't there. A rocket blast had caused him and a few others to go flying, and for all he knew he was dead.

He couldn't be dead, though, because Finn felt the searing hot pain ripple across his shoulder. He'd probably dislocated it, he thought. Getting into a sitting position, he grabbed it firmly, preparing himself for the pain to come. Counting up to three in his head, Finn shoved his shoulder back into place. The pain almost caused him to yell out, but he knew better. Finnick moved it in a circular motion to be sure it wouldn't come off. It didn't.

He grabbed his rifle, getting into a standing position. Now that he was focused on something other than his shoulder, he could hear the blaster fire. It was still going. He began walking in the direction of the sound when he was yanked down, a hand clasping over his mouth. He turned around to spot the culprit. "Cassie," he whispered.

She had a cut on her cheek and had dirt on her, but she looked fine for the most part. She brushed her black hair away from her face unceremoniously, pointing forward. The small barricade provided cover, but it wouldn't last long against the patrol that was making its way past them. Finn nodded, counting about five troopers. They were jogging down the road and were still a good distance away from Finn and Cassie. They'd have to either attack, or hide. The blaster cocking behind his head told him they wouldn't be doing either, though. Finn and his comrade rose, arms raised. They were surrounded, things really looked bleak.

"That's no fun," he muttered as he was shoved to his knees. Cassie followed suit.

"This is your fault." Cassie declared. Finn gave her a sideways glance. "My fault? I've been unconscious for the past... hour?" He guessed. She shook her head, "It's more like twenty minutes." She corrected him.

Finn opened his mouth to speak when they were hushed, himself being smacked in the face. "Deal with these rebel scum, I'm going to go handle the real problem." The lieutenant stormed off with most of the troopers, the remaining ones raising their blasters at the rebels' heads. Just as they said "fire," though, a blue streak of light spun into view, cutting the blasters in half. Then, like a boomerang, it swung back to whoever threw it. The Jedi caught the lightsaber, doing little more to help at that moment. But the two rebels knew what to do. Finnick stood and grabbed the nearest trooper, snapping his neck. Cassie threw one to the ground, the remaining two attempting to get her. She swung a fist around and hit one in the head, the other one grabbing her arm. Finnick came to her aid, sending a foot into his chest. The troopers soon fell, the rebels overwhelming them.

Finn brushed himself off, approaching the Jedi. "Took you long enough." He said. "You're welcome," she replied.

Kienna took a look around, gazing at the corpses that seemed to have materialized. "I was called here once things started getting bad. My men are fighting with yours, or what's left of them."

When Finn asked about how she knew they were in trouble, she said, "I could sense it. Besides, you're always in trouble."

"Let's regroup with the others. Hopefully the beacon went up." With that, they headed off to the battle.

[Andsed]

Rodric Hethna
The rumbling of the ship coming out of light speed woke Rodric from his light nap. He looked up and saw the planet of Pammant. As he approached the planet he glanced to his left and spotted his lightsaber hilt sitting on one of the chair. He debated bringing with him one side of him said it was to dangerous to bring it the other side said it might come in handy and this won´t take long it is only two containers to a warehouse nearby. So he decided to bring figuring what could go wrong.

He grabbed his dl-18 and holstered it he also holstered his saber but he had it hidden underneath his shirt. He kept a speeder on his ship for missions like these so he got the spice loaded up on it and with it exited the ship.

The first part went great he found the warehouse dropped the stuff off got paid and went back to town. But while returning to his ship he dropped a valuable necklace which he realized right after he got in his ship.

So he went back out to grab it he found it but he bumped into a stormtrooper that was having a really bad day it seems because the stormtrooper began shouting at him which attracted another stormtrooper and a officer who tried to arrest him.

¨Well this if fun Rodric muttered under his breath¨

As he tried to explain that it was just an accident the men went into arrest him so he pulled out his pistol shot all 3 of the men. But this got the attention of other stormtroopers as 4 blocked the way to his ship and about 7 others were running to his location to blast him. Rodric manged to get to cover but got pinned down. Seeing as he could not win this fire fight and he had no real way to escape he knew he had to use his saber and the force to get out of this. So knowing he really did not have another option beside getting shot ignited his saber and using the force jumped out his cover at the 4 soldiers blocking quickly slicing them down and while blocking the blast from the other stormtroopers got on his ship and took off.

While he was attempting to go into light speed he was fired at by patrolling tie fighters which along with the ground forces alerted the star destroyers who began sending out more tie fighters forcing Rodric to do a u turn and after losing the ties land and wait since he was sure the empire was watching for him to try and leave or trying to hunt him. But he also knew a Jedi appearing in such a public place would hopefully attract others like the rebels. So his plan was to wait and hope someone would find him somehow or create a distraction for him to escape.

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

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Quarren Isolation League

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Golan-III Space Defense NovaGun
Pammant, Calamari Sector, Outer Rim

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Mido Kittik stormed onto the bridge of Pammant's orbital defense platform, claw-like hands furled into shelled fists. The Quarren Commodore was greeted by the bridge crew, who hastily stood up and saluted. Most of them were droids, but there were about a dozen Quarren officers, as well.

"Commodore Kittik," one of the organics said, rushing up to meet him. Mido pushed past him and stalked closer to the bridge's huge, panoramic viewport.

"I trust the situation is as bad as you described in your report, Lieutenant Pellast," Kittik said gruffly, blue eyes now honing in on the Imperial garrison fleet above his world.

"Yes, sir, it is," Pellast replied, following his superior to the viewport. "The Star Destroyer Despot is attacking that YG-series freighter, for no apparent reason. They've scrambled their fighters and are attempting to destroy it at all costs."

"Then they're attacking our shipping! Trying to throttle our League!" the Commodore roared, chest heaving with indignant anger. "This is outrageous! Order the Spearhead and Dooku forward and scramble fighters! Lieutenant send a message to the Chairman: tell him that the Imperials are attacking our merchantmen." The commander next turned to his comms officer. "And you! Broadcast a message to the Despot: tell them to cease fire, or expect hostilities!"

As the bridge crew burst into a flurry of activity, and the two Bulwark Mk. II battleships began drifting towards the lone Imperial Star Destroyer, the fate of the Isolation League hung in the balance.

[Andsed]

Rodric Hethna

Rodric was on Pammant when he learned that the Quarren Isolation league had attacked the Imperial fleet thinking that he was one of their merchants. He was very excited by this. He figured he could use this distraction to fly out and not get attacked. He was wrong.

He flew into orbit and saw a battle starting as two Bulwark Mk. II battleships attacking the imperial star destroyer as tie fighters began flying out attacking the two Bulwark Mk. II battleships. But as he began to pass and go to light speed a couple of tie fighters began attacking him. He quickly began pulling out evasive maneuvers that he had learned during the clone wars and all of his years of smuggling he blew up one of the tie fighters.

But he began to attract more tie fighters he knew he would need help. So he sent a message to the Quarren Isolation league saying.

"Hello this is Cole Lakae captain of the Emerald Phoenix. I am transporting cargo and are under attack by the empire and I am requesting help." Now he knew he just needed to wait.

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

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Golan-III Space Defense NovaGun
Pammant, Calamari Sector, Outer Rim

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The tension between the two fleets had reached its breaking point. On one side was the Quarren armada, consisting of two Bulwark Mk. and myriad support ships anchored by the Golan space station; on the other was the planetary Imperial garrison fleet, made up of the awe-inspiring Star Destroyer Despot and two patrol frigates; a small but lethal force. And the commanders of both fleets were equally bull-headed, or so it seemed.

Just seconds after Kittik broadcasted his warning signal to the Imperial ships, they turned their turbolasers on his advancing battleships. Heart racing, blood pumping, the Quarren Commodore slowly turned to face his subordinates.

"Gentlemen! We are being fired upon by the Imperial fleet!" He turned his head, pupilless eyes observing the bridge crew. "We are at war!" The Commodore began firing out orders, tentacles writhing in fury.

"Order all fighters forward to engage the enemy's! Battleships, focus fire on that Star Destroyer! And for the love of the universe, will someone please send a distress signal to Minntooine!"

"Sir," the communications officer called abruptly, "we're receiving a transmission from that YG freighter!"

"Go ahead," Kittik ordered, intrigued.

"He says that he's Cole 'Lakae,' captain of the Emerald Phoenix. He was transporting cargo until he was attacked by the Empire, and is requesting assistance against their TIE fighters."

"Scramble two fighter squadrons and the Challenger to rescue that freighter. The Empire will be sorry they ever tried this!"

But why would they do this? Kittik found himself wondering as he watched the CR70 corvette and its Vulture droid escorts rush to the Emerald Phoenix's aid, dashing apart the Imperial attack wings with blasts of laser fire. Sure, there'd been complications and disputes about the conditions at Minntooine's shipyards, but it didn't seem practical for the Imperials to destroy the relationship they'd built with the League over two decades with the flick of their wrist.

Whatever the reason, they'll get their comeuppance," Kittik reasoned aloud.